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okay-babe · 9 months ago

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Saw your Alastor request game and HAD to give it a try

A wholesome “ZIP ME”. Alastor helping with getting ready for the day or assist and just shows appreciation 🥰🥰🥰🥰

In love with you for requesting this prompt because I am in such a fluff writing mood rn <3

(Also for my anons who also requested this prompt, I still plan to write something for those as well, so they should be out before too long!)

Morning Routine

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, extreme levels of fluff, domestic bliss, soft alastor

Throughout your life (and death) you had woken up to many a nice view, from the rivers and lush wetlands of Louisiana to the sight of the city hundreds of feet below you.

And yet, none compared to the view of your beloved when he was half-ready for his day, which was typically the stage at which he woke you from your always deep and well needed slumber.

And today was no different.

Alastor hummed a distantly familiar tune from behind your still sleeping form as he slid in beside you on the bed you shared, body resting atop the covers as he leaned forward to press a kiss behind your ear. In response, you shifted slightly, nose scrunching the smallest bit as your lover's breaths tickled the soft flesh he had so very recently offered his affections to.

Alastor chuckled slightly under his breath at the sight, raising a gloved hand up to the exposed portion of your upper arm to run a feather-light touch down its length, immediately causing you to shiver.

After a few more moments of tickling breaths and nearly fleeting touches, your breathing pattern shifted slightly, eyes blinking open and squinting at the sudden invasion of light that was always there to greet you each morning.

Groaning softly, you were quick to close your eyelids once more, brow furrowed with displeasure at your wakefulness as the Radio Demon laughed beside you.

"Why good morning, dearest, how lovely to see you!"

He teased exuberantly as you huffed in reply, just barely opening your eyes enough to make it obvious that you were glaring at him before closing them once more to yawn.

"Ah ah ah,"

Your lover tutted from beside you, his grin wide and immensely amused as he continued,

"I'm afraid the time for rest is over, my dear. No more exhaustion allowed."

You scoffed in response, only just barely fighting off the urge to flip him off as you sat up slightly, tugging your knees toward your chest and blinking your blurred vision away to the sound of barely moving water and a whispered breeze that always seemed to flow through the far less inhabitable side of the room you and your husband slept in.

Satisfied with your vague efforts to get up for the day, Alastor hummed in contentment, standing just as he always did after waking you so he could continue his typical routine, allowing your hungry eyes to follow him eagerly.

It was like this every morning, and you'd be a fool to believe he didn't know and find some semblance of amusement within it, but even still you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You gained far too much enjoyment from watching your love's lithe and nimble fingers do up the buttons of his shirt and tie the fabric of his bow tie to feel any shame over it.

Or, at least, enough shame to make you stop.

You continued your enraptured staring for several more minutes, eyes trained heavily on the view of the overlord rolling up his sleeves and sliding his belt through the loops of his dress slacks as if he were a modern art exhibit designed to utterly enthrall you.

Your gawking continued all the way up until Alastor turned back toward where you were sitting upon the bed, his head tilted slightly in mock curiosity as he began to approach you once more, donning all but his coat, a sight which made you blush in spite of yourself.

Sure, you had known the demon for an extremely long time and had seen him in far more compromising and promiscuous positions and outfits than this, but still. There was just something about the sight of him, dress shirt sleeves rolled up over his elbows and svelte torso and legs so clearly in view, that made your heart rate quicken inside your chest.

"You're going to be late, you know."

Alastor all but crooned suddenly, snapping you out of your reverie with a few quick blinks and an awkward clear of your throat.

"Huh?"

You asked, sitting up slightly further as your lover began to leisurely unfold the clothing he'd laid out for you at the foot of the bed earlier that morning, no doubt all too aware of how slow you were prone to waking up and hoping to save some time.

The overlord chuckled, a subtle shake of his head highlighting his amusement as he looked in your direction once more, red eyes lingering in a manner that reminded you of just how tremendously the being standing at the end of the bed adored you.

He regarded you with a gentle and exasperated fondness as he replied,

"The reopening is today, dear heart."

He purred, grin as wide as ever as he approached further, extending his hand outward and helping to maneuver you so your legs were hanging off the side of the bed, ignoring the sudden panic in your expression brought on by his words and quickly silencing it before it could be vocalized with a quick press of his lips to yours.

He pulled away slowly afterward, index finger curling beneath your chin and lifting it to ensure you were looking him in the eye,

"And whatever would we do without our darling front desk receptionist there to woo our guests on sight?"

His tone was teasing now, lilting and oh-so amused as he took both of your hands in his and slowly pulled you upward and onto your feet, humming that same distantly familiar tune from earlier all the while.

"Not to worry though."

Alastor continued with a mocking tap of his index finger against the tip of your nose,

"With my help you'll be up and ready with time to spare."

He winked at that, instantly causing you to roll your eyes before knowingly bringing your arms up above your head, causing your love's grin to widen further at your immediate understanding of what was to come.

"Well look at you!"

He cried with feigned surprise and delight as he grasped gently at the hem of your sleep shirt, tugging it upward and over your head with a flourish before he knelt down before you and pulled your underwear downward just the same, his eyes never once leaving yours as he did so.

"You're becoming a regular pro at this, darling."

You scoffed a bit at that, though your lack of exasperation was made clear by the lifted corners of your mouth, never quite able to lay flat with your Alastor around.

Humming a different tune now, the sinner reached behind you on the bed to grasp at a new pair of undergarments for you, holding them open to make them easy to step into before pulling them up and rising with them, laying the fabric flat upon your hips before moving to help you with your bra.

Far too used to this process by now, you simply sighed and let your lover do as he would, your still tired body leaning into his every touch as he ran skilled fingertips up and down your spine and pressed them dexterously into the tense muscles of your shoulders until he felt you were sufficiently relaxed beneath his hands.

Once that was finished, he was quick to have you sit upon the bed, long fingers grabbing at your stockings and garters and bunching them up expertly before sliding them onto your feet and up your soft legs and thighs with ease, though he was notably slower with this task than he'd been with the previous two, taking his time to admire you and allowing his hands to feel your skin before covering it with the fabric in his grasp.

When he was finally satisfied with the state of your stockings, Alastor leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you with a pleased smile and an ever adoring look in his eye before he placed twin kisses against the skin just above where your garters held your stockings into place, as if in farewell.

It was then and only then, with his desires to admire you satisfied (at least in part) that your beloved grabbed your work attire from the bed. It was something he had chosen for you himself when considering the concept of uniforms, a sweet yet professional looking black dress that you knew from having tried it on a few days prior fit you perfectly, (no doubt because your lover had long since memorized your measurements and given them to the tailor himself).

Pooling the rich fabric at your feet, Alastor looked up at you expectantly, and immediately, you stepped into the middle of it, allowing him to once more pull another garment up your body, rising with it as he had previously with your underwear until your arms were in the sleeves and all there was left to do was zip up the back.

Feeling the cool breeze upon your spine, you shivered slightly, the difference in temperatures striking.

"Al,"

You murmured, adjusting your hair to ensure it wouldn't get in the way of what came next,

"Would you mind?"

Immediately, the overlord was nodding in almost enthusiastic agreement, motioning for you to turn around for him to provide access to the still unzipped portion of your dress.

"Why of course not, dear heart. Let me see."

Blushing at the nickname in spite of it having seen years of persistent use, you did as you were told, turning 180 degrees until you were facing away from your lover, back bared to him so his deft fingers could easily find the gold trimmed zipper there.

Grasping onto the metal between his thumb and forefinger, the demon slowly began to tug it upward with a notable level of patience, his opposite hand moving to your shoulder to push at some of the fabric there until he'd created a patch of bare flesh to press a few soft kisses to, his teeth nipping at you ever so gently from time to time just to make you jump in surprise at the unexpected sensation.

This continued for a few quiet and very much appreciated moments until finally, the overlord moved away with a dramatized sigh, pulling the black fabric of your sleeve back over your shoulder before he finished zipping your dress up the rest of the way.

Hearing your darling take a step back from where he'd been standing just behind you, you were quick to turn around to face him, your smile growing brighter when you saw the immediate fondness and adoration in his eyes, that thinly veiled softness he reserved solely for you so very apparent that it made your heart lurch happily inside of your chest.

"What do you think, Al, am I presentable?"

You asked lightheartedly, giving him a slow spin as if wanting to make sure he saw every possible angle.

Alastor all but scoffed in response, though his eyes betrayed his affections far too obviously, making it easy to tell just how much he was enjoying your slightly slower morning together.

"Don't be silly darling, you're always the belle of the ball."

He teased, reaching out to take one of your hands in his eyes as he spoke, using it to tug you closer until you were nearly chest to chest with him, eyes widened in surprise.

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, warm, loving, and slow, before he finally pulled away with a sigh, expression contented and smile exceedingly genuine.

"Come on then, dear."

He said after a moment of silence, stepping away once more to guide you toward the bathroom attached to the room the two of you slept in,

"Let's finish getting you ready before Charlotte sends poor Vagatha after us for being so late."

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thebenjiblackwoodexpress · 5 months ago

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Jump then fall

Aeron Bracken x Reader

Disclaimer: I wrote this for my sister who happens to love the wee pretty Bracken, Taylor Swift and Baby's Breath flowers. Please let me know if you'd like a second part.

Description: Aeron and Y/N meet as children and are quickly inseparable. Circumstances separate them until they meet again as adults and Aeron is immediately infatuated, but believes his feelings to be unrequited.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final Part

Warnings: female reader. Mention of insecurities over traditional gender norms. Extremely inexperienced fanfic writer. A truly heinous amount of Taylor Swift references if you don't listen to her music. Specifically Enchanted, Mary's Song, Peace, Jump then fall, and All of the Girls You've loved Before

Aeron found his eyes wandering back to Y/N, as they ceaselessly did whenever he knew she was near, drawn as a moth to firelight. He watched the satin fabric of her dress shift as she weaved through the gathered throng of lords and ladies, the tendrils of her hair sway as she pushed it carelessly over her shoulder, her face alight in a gentle smile that had his heart clenching painfully in his chest. He watched as she came to a stop in front of her father, handing him the goblet of wine that had been the purpose of her venture across the hall, that had her brushing so close to him that he could smell the faint perfume of gardenias woven throughout the braids in her hair. He had steeled himself against stopping her in an attempt to engage her in conversation, but had been unable to avert his traitorous eyes from her entirely, try as he might.

So lost in simply gazing at her was he that he was startled when her eyes abruptly met his own, a sign he must surely have been gawking rather than discretely stealing glaces as he had oft found himself doing of late. A full moon had passed since they had been reintroduced as adults grown, an absence of 10 years separating them from the friendship of their youth. His Lord uncle had sought to present her father to him as a loyal bannerman, returned from years of service to the crown spent in Kings Landing to support the Bracken cause against the Blackwoods. His words fell on deaf ears for instantly his focus was drawn to the young lady arm in arm with her father, her eyes as familiar to his heart as his own, despite the progress of time.

Enchanted by her delicate beauty and the sweet smile she directed towards him, it was her easy humour and immediate enthusiasm to engage him in recollections of their childhood that saw him falling into a chasm he knew he could not, or did not want to, prise himself from. Since that first look he had found himself entirely unable to look away. Nevertheless, he presently averted his gaze to the walls of the Great Banquet Hall, desperately focusing on tracing the elaborate designs on the Bracken Stronghold's golden tapestries. The light tread of footsteps he could instantly recognise as belonging to Y/N sent his heart racing as they brought the object of his senseless and surely unrequited adoration ever closer to him.

Time seemed to stop as he watched Y/N walk towards him, frantically trying to gather his thoughts so that he might string a coherent sentence together. Stopping a pace in front of him Y/N beamed up at him. "I trust you are having a pleasant evening good knight." Returning her smile nervously with one of his own he bowed his head respectfully despite their difference in status. "Indeed my lady, and I trust you are enjoying your evening?"

He was pleased that he had not stuttered at least but his tone was rigid and overtly formal when he had known hers was lightly teasing, most assuredly so as her face fell slightly. "We were once friends. I should like to be so again should you allow." Her expression was hopeful and he regrettably took note of an underlying semblance of hurt. Had she noticed his self- imposed isolation and avoidance of her and thought it a reflection of some sort of infraction on her part? That had not been his intention, rather he had hoped to avoid strengthening feelings he believed to be unrequited.

Before he lost his courage entirely he replied "I should like that as well." Y/N's face lit up once more, her eyes shining brightly under the glow of the candles that lit the hall. "Good, then may I prevail upon you to meet me under the Brackentree on the morrow?" Aeron wanted to throw all sense of caution to the wind just for the moment to acquiesce to her request. What harm could there be, he could surely manage a friendship with her at least could he not? And he found himself steadfastly agreeing "Should it please you."

The next day Aeron found himself waiting for Y/N under the golden Bracken tree that was their old haunt. A cold mist had settled over the land and the grass glistened with fresh morning dew. The sun cast an amber glow that warmed him as he waited, silently anticipating the light tread of Y/N's footsteps. Spotting her at a distance yonder they exchanged shy smiles as he walked to meet her halfway. "My lady" Aeron began before Y/N cut him off "You know I am no Lady."

"You are to me" Aeron interrupted, growing in boldness. Her eyes snapping to his, Y/N softly spoke "Just y/n please."

"Y/N then." Her name left his mouth, solemn and with a reverance he hoped she could not hear in his treacherous voice, though he could. "Thank you Aeron" she replied, grinning up at him then. He had heard her speak his name many times in their youth but no prior instance had such an instant affect on him. To hear it now stirred in him a feeling of contentment so intense he felt his mouth part in a silent gasp of shock, quickly schooling his features in case she caught him gawping like a fish. He followed her gaze back to the Bracken tree, it's conflagration of red and yellow leaves lightly fluttering in the gentle breeze.

"This used to be our tree, I remember it fondly. Do you?" Her question struck him as tinged by an air of insecurity. Did she think he could so easily forget her or the happiest period of his childhood, spent playing at knights taking turns to craft tales of dragons and princesses, the Targaryen dynasty being an object of great fascination to them both. "I remember it well" he assured her, prompting y/n's soft smile.

The Bracken tree held a special significance for them both, having been the place of their first meeting. Aeron had been a boy of four and ten, ambling about his Lord uncle's lands on a warm summer afternoon when he had come across Y/N, a girl who could not be more than ten years old, clinging to a branch high up in the tree for dear life, her knuckles white from her grip, her eyes tightly shut. Aeron could not understand how this girl could have found herself in such a precarious situation, immediately sparking his curiosity and so he called up to her. "Good day young miss."

The girl's eyes snapped open, startled and then at once hopeful. "I wish that I could wish you good day but it does not feel so. I find myself in a bit of a scrape, I am stuck you see." "I do indeed see, and how did you come to find yourself in such a scrape?" He called back, slightly amused by her defeated tone and the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Promise not to laugh."

"I promise." He was not sure he could promise in truth but he was eager to hear how the girl had come to find herself in her current predicament.

"My cat got itself stuck up the tree and I climbed up to retrieve her. As soon as I reached her she climbed back down, which is when I realised I was afraid of heights...so now I'm stuck."

Aeron could not stop the laugh that left his lips but quickly quieted as Y/N shot him with a savage glare.

"You promised not to laugh" she pouted and even as a boy he could not help but want nothing more than to see her smile instead.

"Apologies my lady, I will assist you if I can" he exaggeratedly bowed with a flourish and a hand to his heart in the hopes of amusing her.

"Do you think you can climb back down?'"

The girl looked briefly down and immediately shut her eyes, shaking her head frantically.

"No, I don't think so."

Slowly walking up to the base of the tree he held his arms out.

"You must jump then. I will catch you."

He tried not to let her scoff and look of raw panic and disbelief insult his dignity too much.

"But I'll fall."

"Yes..into me."

"What if you don't catch me and I snap my neck?"

"I assure you form that height you could break an arm but certainly not your neck. And I have promised to catch you."

She studied his features for what seemed like an age but could only have been a few seconds, seemingly trying to gauge his sincerity before she started to loosen her grip and raise herself into more of an upright position, legs dangling over the edge of the branch she rested upon as she firmly grabbed the trunk of the tree.

'"You're sure you can?"

"I don't see that you have another option" Aeron teased raising his arms higher up towards her.

Breathing deeply through her nose she nodded.

"OK, I trust you."

When she jumped Aeron caught her as promised, the momentum of her fall causing his arms to shake briefly before he readjusted his hold and lowered her to the ground, maintaining a grip on her elbows to steady her. He caught her gaze as she looked up at him in what he thought was a mix of awe and gratitude, or perhaps simply relief at no longer being airborne.

"You caught me."

"I promised you I would."

"Y/N"

"What?"

"My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

"Aeron Bracken, ward of Lord Bracken."

The young girl's eyes widened for a moment before she replied.

"Thank you for rescuing me. Would you like to meet here tomorrow and I can show you my cat. The one that got me stuck?"

A few years her senior, her response was that of a child seeking a friend. Used to being overlooked in his own home, having lost his parents at a young age and growing up under the gaze of a rather stern uncle whose expectations he never seemed to meet, Aeron found his heart warmed by Y/N's offer of friendship.

"Should it please you."

Stalking off immediately towards his home he could not know that the two of them would become inseparable from this first meeting. The two would meet daily at the Brackenwood tree to pour over tales of knights and stories of Targaryen dragon riders. Otherwise they would invent quests that would see them running about the Brackenwoods until the sun began to set. But they could often be found simply sitting comfortably in silence together, a level of intimacy Aeron had failed to find with another. Two years later y/n's father was called to serve as a knight at the Red Keep in Kings Landing, taking Y/N with him, despite her protestations, and Aeron could not but suspect his Lord uncle had been involved in their parting, having persistently chided him for neglecting his duties to amble about the Brackenwood with a girl he viewed of no importance.

Aeron's thoughts were sharply brought back to the present as Y/N suddenly turned away from him and abruptly began to walk downhill away from their tree and towards the Brackenwood. His brief moment of surprise at the suddenness of her actions was short lived as with a glance back in his direction he realised she meant him to follow her. His height advantage allowed him to catch up to her in few long strides before he slowed his pace to match hers. Aeron felt her shoulder lightly brush his arm and it was as if he had been struck by a lightening bolt and he glanced down to see how close the rocky terrain had brought them.

Instilled with an uncharacteristic surge of confidence at Y/N's clear lack of discomfort a their proximity he lifted his arm out towards her. "May I offer you my arm, the terrain is uneven and you are like to trip in your skirts." Levelling a sweet smile at him that he felt sure could rival the light of the sun and had him thanking the gods for mustering up a semblance of courage to offer in the first place, Y/N gently entwined their arms, lightly placing her smaller hand on his bicep. "Thank you good knight, you are most chivalrous." Her tone was familiar and jesting, but Aeron rejoiced to see a light blush grace Y/N's cheeks.

For the first time Aeron began to hope that perhaps his feelings were not unfounded, that he could hope to find them reciprocated in time. The intensity of his infatuation with Y/N had always been matched only by his assurance that his feelings could never be returned. Y/N was beautiful and kind, always so patient and with an intelligence and wit that had her consuming his every waking thought. Whilst his Lord uncle's heir by virtue of his uncle having no living son, he felt what he believed to be his deficiencies acutely.

He had but recently been appointed a knight, he was all too aware that this honour was not bestowed upon him on account of any great swordsmanship or feats of courage on his part. Aeron was tall and while lean he was not without strength or any skill with the sword. But it was his preference for exploits of the mind, his propensity to while away the day in his uncle's library rather than in the training field that separated him most definitively from the other Bracken knights. At the crux of the problem, however, was his introverted and shy temperament that had plagued him since childhood and had him stumbling over his words whenever Y/N was nearby.

He had convinced himself that he could never deserve Y/N and resolved to keep his distance, exchanging few words and replacing the words he wished he could speak to her with fleeting glances across a Banquet Hall. How could he, in good faith, present himself to her as an option when she surely sought a match that would grant her protection and security, whilst he could barely muster up the courage to meet her gaze now as upon entering the Brackenwood she began to speak of her purpose for their current course?

"I apologise for unceremoniously dragging you into the woods, I do recall there used to be a bushel of baby's breath flowers to the east of these woods. I was quite fond of them as a girl and should like to gather some, there is no such flower in Kings Landing."

"I remember, my lady."

"Aeron" She scolded.

"My apologies...Y/N."

"You remember?"

"I do, we walked this path often to gather your flowers. I distinctly recall you proclaiming yourself the Princess of Brackenwood and myself your sworn protector to guide you safely through the woods." Aeron found himself slipping into the playfulness that had characterised their childhood friendship the longer he was in Y/N's presence. Her resounding laughter had his heart soaring.

"Ah, so you do indeed remember. I had feared you'd forgotten me entirely. We have barely spoken since I returned to the Riverlands."

"Of course not!" He quickly protested but paused when he spotted her own playful grin and he realised she was just teasing him.

"It appears that in my great wisdom even as a girl you were well appointed for I never came to any harm in these woods with you by my side. Though I am no princess and am surely in no need of a sworn protector I am most grateful for your company now."

"I would still keep you safe" Aeron assured Y/N for that was something Aeron was at least most certain of. He tried to keep his tone light, enjoying the levity of their current course of conversation and not wishing to derail it.

"Why thank you good knight" Y/N laughed, briefly turning her head to rest it lightly on his shoulder before retracting it once more. Aeron's heart soared at the unexpectedly affectionate gesture, wishing she would lean into him again.

They walked in silence for a time, but it was not an awkward and uncomfortable silence Aeron had feared. Instead it was one of two people who understand one another, filled by a sense of familiarity and shared intimacy. Y/N had never bristled at his quiet and reserved nature before and Aeron was struck by the realisation that mayhaps he had been wrong to expect her to do so now as a woman.

Coming across the broken trunk of a tree they had often sat upon, taking turns to read to one another from the books Aeron would spirit from his Uncle's library, Aeron lowered his arm from Y/N's. Jumping lightly over the trunk he proferred his hand to help her over the obstacle. The feeling of her warm, soft hand placed atop his own had him forgetting himself entirely. Looking down at her hand delicately placed on his he suddenly felt sure that hers was made for his, their hands intertwined and all the stars aligned. Realising he had been holding her hand longer than was strictly necessary, he cleared his throat, tucking her arm back over his to continue their progress.

"Aha" Y/N delightedly removed herself from his grip to traipse over to the object of their quest. Content to just watch her as she happily began to gather up the flowers she had always favoured so much, Aeron stood off to the side until it became obvious that Y/N could no longer contain the copious amounts of flowers she had gathered within her arms. Stepping forward he called to her "Can I be of assistance? You can deliver them into my arms." Y/N paused to consider, then promptly deposited half of her loot into his arms. "We shall both carry them, my mother too will be most pleased."

As they set their path for the return journey Aeron hoped and prayed to the gods that they would not come across his friends, who would surely laugh at him for his current state, or god forbid the Blackwood hooligans that terrorised the Bracken borders. His long hair and delicate features, combined with his lack of interest in becoming a fierce warrior had been the grounds for Blackwood insults previously and an armful of flowers would surely provide ample fodder for those craven scoundrels. Even so, he was certain it would be worth it, just to be at Y/N's side. A newfound confidence rose in him. He may not ever be a fearsome warrior but he could yet be brave. He would set aside his insecurities, his fears, and he would win Y/N's affections for himself if he could.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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Harry pulling y/n on stage with him to honour her with his AOTY award!!!!!!😭😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#myheartwillburst

GRAMMYS 2023

A/N: student teaching and uni work are really giving it to me so thank you all for being patient with me! 💚

SUMMARY: Highlights from the first award show that YN and Harry attend as a married couple.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married ynrry

SINCE 2010 masterlist

As soon as Harry steps off his side of the Range Rover, he’s immediately extending his hand out to his wife. A loving smirk graces his face at the fact that over her pink embellished gloves, YN wears her wedding ring on her finger. This is the couple’s first major outing since they announced their new martial status online and being at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards only added to the excitement of the night. They’re easily the most anticipated guests of the night; it’s no question since every social media site and news article has named them the couple of the century.

As usual, the couple first needs to take a couple pictures on the red carpet as individuals for promotal purposes before they can take some together.

As they both take their stances at the red carpet, out of the corner of his eye, Harry can see how elegantly she poses for the screaming crowd of men in front of her. She smoothly shifts her head around the flashing lights with a smile that can make anyone’s knees weak. It’s difficult to not even spare a glance at her direction and in turn, YN can’t even hide the way she gives her husband loving looks. He looks absolutely amazing in his pastel patterned jumpsuit, possibly showing off more skin than she is but it’s not like anyone is complaining.

When it’s their time to shift over a spot, YN playfully makes a shooing motion with her hands as he just stays there standing, full on gawking at her. He just shakes his head and pulls her to him and the blinding, flashing lights only increase as they capture the happy couple looking at one another like love-sick teenagers.

“Wait, then lemme stand on your left.”

“Why?” Harry questions as his love shuffles over to his other side, but a boyish smile overtakes his face at her response.

“So I can show off me ring.”

She says it so nonchalantly before placing her hand on his tummy but her words cause such an impact for him. While she looks back towards the paparazzi, he just continues to stare at her that one can practically see the hearts in his eyes. For a good chunk of his life, he’s dreamed of a moment like this: just him and YN on the red carpet, head-over heels in love with each other, and their relationship out in the open. And they’re not here as bandmates, secret lovers, or any of that—they’re here married. Seeing the way her wedding ring sparkles from the flashing lights before them, he could almost cry from how happy he is.

He can’t believe that this is his reality. So instead of questioning it further, of reminiscing in his daydream, he tugs her closer to his side and basks in this stomach flipping, butterfly-flapping feeling.

...

“Oi, I know you!” YN beams at the curly haired photographer who did her Glambot for the past Grammy shows she’s attended.

“I know you,” Cole Walliser teases back as he watches the couple take the short steps up to the platform.

“V’brought a friend this time around,” She jokes and huffs out a laugh when she sees her husband’s dramatic, confused face.

“Friend?”

“Alright, do you guys have any idea on what you both want to do? I think we need this one to be you two together.”

“We can do like, a serious pose that turns into a silly one?” YN suggests.

“I love that idea! Alright, let’s do it,” The photographer claps his hand. “Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Styles.”

Harry brings YN over to stand closer beside him on the designated mark. With her back angled towards the camera, he places a hand on her exposed lower back while she places hers right where the fabric over his tummy ends.

“Hear that, Mrs. Styles,” Harry says lowly in her ear, making her smile. “Friend my ass.”

“Alright, 3...2...1!”

As the camera moves quickly in front of them, the couple share the same ‘I own you’ face that their fans can’t get enough of. After a quick second, Harry breaks out into his dimply, open-mouth smile and his infamous peace sign. YN widely sticks her tongue out with her right eye scrunched closed.

...

“May the best man win,” Harry extends his hand out to her with a smirk.

“Or woman,” His wife gives him a sly smirk of her own as she takes his hand in hers. She can’t help but give him a fond smile when he brings her hand to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

The couple’s nominations are mainly in the same categories. While they joke and jest about how they’re no winner or loosers, another part of them knows that their egos are just too big to not let their competitive sides simmer off to the side.

Even then, as they announce that Harry’s House is the winner for Best Pop Album, nothing but pride and happiness overtakes YN for the man next to her. She’s practically a blubbering mess as she watches Harry take his second Grammy to add onto his shelf.

“Making the album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life...aside from getting married, of course,” He huffs out a laugh while looking at his wife. The ceremony cameras turn to YN in between Lizzo and Adele. The two other women laugh and squeeze her a little tighter as she wipes away at the happy tears.

“YN should be up here with me like I asked her to but she insisted that she was the competition so,” He teases as the audience chuckles. In all honesty, when he asked if she could come up with there with him if he were to win any of his categories, she told him that it’s his win, not hers. While she played a major part in making his music, she’d rather have all the attention, all the love, and all the cheering be for him. “From making it with two of my best friends and my YN to playing it to people has been the greatest joy I could have asked for...”

...

“Dare,” YN ultimately decides with a challenging raise of her eyebrow and a tempting smile.

As exciting as these awards shows can be, there are loads of downtime in between commercial breaks or stage performance set ups or even when the host begins to interact with one of the other celebrities in the audience.

As a way to pass the time—and to help calm down their nerves for their upcoming categories—the couple has decided to play an innocent game of Truth or Dare. Well...as innocent as a game can get with the size of their egos. So far, Harry has been dared to cuss in his next acceptance speech, YN has admitted to running off to talk with Cardi B backstage instead of coming to be seated with Harry right away, and Harry revealed that had a wedgie the entire red carpet.

“I dare you to...” Her husband pinches at his bottom lip while his eyes scan the room. She eagerly watches as he looks to somewhere behind her and a dimpled smile overtakes his face. A giggle tumbles past his lips before he says, “I dare yeh to go over to Bad Bunny and ask him if the fruit on the table is real.”

“Hmm...okay.”

Harry tries to cover up his laugh with a cough to his fist as he watches his wife get up from her chair next to him and makes her way over to Bad Bunny. The famous Latin artist is immediately getting up from his seat and greeting her with welcoming arms.

“Hey, you,” YN says in Spanish. “How are you?”

“I’m doing amazing, my love. And you? You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you. I’m good, I’m good. Your performance earlier was absolutely amazing.”

It’s true, when he took the stage for the opening of the ceremony, she was already on her feet and moving her hips to the upbeat music. She even pulled Harry out of his seat, held onto both of his hands as she guided him to the beat of the song. She’d be lying if she said that he wasn’t getting better at dancing—this becomes more and more apparent every show on tour he does.

Benito puts a hand over his heart with a shrug, “Thank you, I try. That’s an honor coming from you.”

“You’re too sweet. Hey listen, can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want.”

“So...are we allowed to eat those?” She nods towards the array of delicately sliced and decorated fruits scattered around the center of the small table. “Like are they even real?”

“I think so, my love,” He nods reassuringly with a furrow of his eyebrows, clearly confused by her question but he doesn’t want to come off as rude.

“Cause I’m starving, man, but I don’t want to get in trouble or anything.”

When Bad Bunny leans over the table to get a better look at the fruit, YN playfully widens her eyes at her husband a little bit away, a smile threatening to break out on her lips before she regains her composure once the artist stands upright again.

“Here you go, mama.” YN coos and cups her hands as he hands her slices of cucumber. He takes a thin slice and pops one in his mouth, “They’re all good, sweetheart.”

“Aw, thank you so much. I love you,” She leans closer to him and plants a kiss on both of his cheeks. It’s an odd experience for Harry to feel only a flicker of jealousy at the sight of his love and another man because despite his possessiveness, seeing her walk back over to him, pushing a cucumber slice past her cheeky lips with her wedding ring shining under the roaming lights is enough to dose the same flame.

“If the camera happens to pan over to us, I dare yeh to just dead stare at the camera.”

“Want one? They’re real,” His wife teases before the speakers announce that they’ll be live in 10 seconds. As Trevor begins to prepare to speak with one of the cameramen in front of him, YN leans over to Harry and whispers in his ear, “Truth or Dare?”

His brows pinch together for a second, really seeing if she wanted to continue their little game despite the show starting up again. One look at her tempting smile is all the confirmation he needed, “Dare.”

“And we’re on in three...two...one...”

“Truth or dar—”

“Dare,” A cheeky smirk tugs on his wife’s lips.

“I dare you to do it with me.”

Soon enough, Twitter and every other social media site blows up with people recording the bottom corner of their TV screens to capture how the newlyweds just stare at the camera with a furrow in their brows for an unsettling amount of time.

...

“I have the very special honor of introducing this next performer. I’ve known this man since we were merely sixteen years old and it’s taken him 12 years to finally put a ring on it,” YN smiles and takes a second to let the audience members have their laugh. “This man has made a tremendous impact on me life and to the lives of many others through his heart-touching music to promoting how the world can be a better place if we all show each other just a little bit of kindness. Harry, you are an inspiration to so many people and just know that your kindness does not go unnoticed. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for my husband, Mister Harry Styles!”

...

“Harry and YN YL-Styles are here tonight, everybody!” The camera captures the way the couple sits happily together. Harry has his right hand securely and protectively resting on YN’s knee. After giving a brief wave to the camera, he secretly boasts when she places her left hand on his to show off the rock on her finger.

“That's right. I mean what can you say about these two that hasn’t been said? Incredible albums, mind-blowing tours, both men and women alike throw their pants at these guys!” Thankful for their media training, they huff out a dry laugh making it seem like a genuine one. It was a silly thought to assume that the host wasn’t going to make a jab at the couple given the way he’s been cracking jokes all evening.

“Easily the world’s sexiest couple. There’s no competition. Sex symbols of the globe. Especially now since they killed off the Green M&M. Give it up for the newlyweds! Congratulations to you both. Come on, another round of applause for these guys!”

The couple give him a polite nod of gratitude and once the cameras and Trevor walk away, Lizzo leans over to them and lets them see the dramatic roll of her eyes. They chuckle at their friend’s reaction and are eternally grateful for her acknowledging the inappropriate comment. Not like the comment like that was new to them, they’ve been receiving that type of commentary ever since they were sixteen years old. One could say that it’s part of the job, of the industry they decided to enter into, but it’s 2023 now. One would think that those comments would be dead at this point. Clearly, it’s not.

“Just to ease all the gears turning in yeh head,” YN leans close to her husband’s attempt to disclose his irrated face (an outsider would assume that nothing’s wrong but she can tell). “I think you were sexy way before they killed off the Green M&M.”

“Fuck off,” Harry huffs out a laugh and it ignites one from her. His one distraught expression is replaced with his eyes squeezing shut, his dimples digging into his cheeks and his nose scrunching up cutely.

...

(performance audio!)

“65th Grammys!” YN’s sweet voice rings throughout the arena. She stands at the center of a grand staircase in her minimal and revealing outfit with a crowd of background dancers around her. “Let’s go! Whoo! You might think I’m crazy, the way I’ve been craving, if I put it quite plainly, just gimme them babies...”

The cameramen are able to capture the way a sea of celebrities are all on their feet as they watch YN perform: Lizzo and Adele dance with their hands in the air as they sing along to 34+35, Taylor Swift bounces to the beat of the song with a content smile, Beyonce claps along and mouths along to the lyrics.

And of course, the camera never fails to record how Harry holds a fond dimpled smile as he watches his wife take the stage. All he can think of when he watches her is how good of a performer she is. As nervous as she was to perform at this prestigious award show, she’s absolutely killing it, treating this with the same about of love and passion as any other show on her tour. The audience feeds off of her positive energy and it shows as the entire room dances and sings along.

As the bridge of the song comes on, YN keeps her eyes on the distinguishable white blazer among the crowd. She lowers herself to do her floorwork dance routine with her four core tour dancers and the crowd goes crazy at her sensual moves. Especially when she lays on her tummy while doing the splits, resting her head in her hand while her leg slides across the floor with a bounce of her bum.

Despite the loud crowd, she can hear the ear-piercing whistle from her husband. She can help but huff out a laugh, trying to keep her composure but failing.

...

“And the Grammy goes to....YN, Need To Know!”

YN’s dreaming, she must be. Life certainly doesn’t seem real as she walks up the steps of the stage and hugs non other than Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson after he announces that she won for Best Pop Solo Performance. After hugging her husband and the other two women within her category, she finds herself holding yet another Grammy award in her hands.

“Holy shit!” YN beams. “I have so many people to thank for this award but this one—hands down—goes to me fans. I—” She lets out a genuine laugh, the kind where a snort slips out. The audience members laugh along with her, feeding off of her bubbly energy.

“The fans made this song what it is. I—this song wasn’t even supposed to be on me album! But it got leaked and when the fans gave it so much love, they made it into a single. Never in a million years would I think that this song would get this much love, let alone get one of these so, thank you to all me fans. I love you all very much!”

...

Harry stands beside her at their designated table but rather than looking out at the performers, his eyes are set on YN. A fond smile graces his lips as he sees her dancing and rapping along with every artist that comes out on stage for the 50 Years of Hip Hop Tribute.

He gives her an amused smile when she turns to look up at him, pointing at him aggressively as she sassily raps along to Queen Latifah’s U.N.I.T.Y.

He laughs at her reaction to Busta Rhymes taking the stage. With her eyes still glued to the stage before them, she grips on the flap of his blazer with a shocked, excited smile. She lets out a laugh mixed with a squeal when Rhymes raps his verse from Look At Me Now at lightning speed. Her fingers cover her temples, completely blown out of her mind at the absolute magic that is happening right in front of her.

And when Missy Elliot comes out, YN sways her way in front of Harry. With his arm resting over her shoulder, she takes his dangling hand and while leaning over she moves her hips to the beat of the female legend rapping, “rump shaking” over and over again. She gives him a cheeky look over her shoulder while she does it and when they hear Lizzo and Adele cheering her on, the couple bursts out laughing.

For the rest of the performance, Harry has her back pressed to his chest, arms secured over her shoulders and chest as they lightly bounce together to the beat of the songs.

...

Although neither Harry nor YN won Record of the Year, they both couldn’t be happier that Lizzo was the one to receive the award. As soon as her name was called, the married couple were quickly on their feet, cheering and whistling loudly in celebration for their good friend.

“I also want to thank my girl, YN, over there!” Lizzo points over to where the couple stands with a loud laugh. YN yells out an Oi! Oi! with her hand up, a big smile gracing her face as she looks at one of her dear friends. “Miss m’am, you’ve been such an inspiration to me and I just wanna give you a shout out for helping produce some of my songs. This girl is the one who said this song should be my single!”

The camera turns back to YN as Harry tugs her to his side, throwing an arm over the tops of her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

...

“I see your point,” Riley puts his hands together in an understanding way from his spot at the round table, trying to be as polite as he can towards the elderly woman. “But have you considered listening to his former band mate turned wife’s album MY FUTURE?”

“Hi, I’m Riley and I think YN YLN’s album MY FUTURE is the Album of the Year. I have been a Directioner since the band first started and have been YN-ie since she went solo.”

A vertical video clip plays of an over-excited tween Riley at the barricade of the Take Me Home tour stage. Nineteen year old YN stands as close to the edge of the stage as she possibly can with her arm out towards the superfan. She blows him a kiss and gives him a twiddle of her fingers before walking back over to where the rest of the boys are lined up in a row.

Another clip shows YN decked out in her iconic sparkly blue bodysuit from her current tour standing at the end of the catwalk and pointing to Riley with a beaming smile, recognizing him from the shows he’s been to for the past couple of years.

“Her music is that light at the end of the tunnel, you know? She’s a bad B and sunshine all wrapped into one.” He moves his hands in front of him as he speaks passionately about his favorite artist. “She speaks to everyone through her music—it’s truly for everyone. She has grown so much as a songwriter, a producer, a human being over the past couple of years and this album is a true testament to that.”

...

It’s one thing to be nominated for Producer of the Year for a second time but it’s another to win it a second time. So imagine YN’s utter shock to hear her name be called for possibly the most significant award of her career.

“I would like to thank the academy, my wonderful team, me mum, me fans. And last but not least, I would like to thank my better half, my husband over there—” YN huffs out a laugh when the audience goes into a fit of cheering as the sight of Harry standing and blowing her kisses. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have never chased my dream of becoming a producer. That man has supported me and just encouraged me to work hard and to make music that makes me happy. I love you with all my heart and thank you so much.

To win this award a second year in a row—the first and only female to be nominated and win—” YN takes a step back with her eyes watery, her laughter ringing through the arena as the audience gives her a standing ovation. She can hear Harry’s whistle over all the cheering and clapping, and she couldn't be any happier.

“This is the highlight of me career and quite frankly, the coolest fookin’ thing to ever happen to me. Thank you so much and this one is to all the female producers out there!”

...

“And the Grammy goes to...” Trevor looks among the superfans behind him. He passes by Riley and says to the older woman that she can read out the winner.

”H-Harry! Harry’s House!” Reina yells out in utter excitement.

Harry puts his face in his hands as he’s overcome with emotions. Never in a million years would he ever think that he would win the award for Album of the Year and yet here he is with his name being called as the winner.

Meanwhile, as soon as her husband’s album is called, she puts her hands up in the air and screams at the top of her lungs. There are no bitter feelings of jealousy in her. He deserves it. She knows more than anyone that this ball of sunshine has been working his bum off to create the music that he loves and this award just proves that he’s doing something truly special. She puts her hands on Harry’s shoulders and tugs him close to her, him still covering his face as he digs his head into the crook of her shoulder. She beams and laughs along with Lizzo, reaching over to meet her high-five.

After the initial shock is over, he’s standing up and immediately pulling his teary-eyed wife into his arms.

“Congratulations, baby,” She lovingly says into his ear as he rocks them back and forth, gripping onto her as he’s afraid she may suddenly disappear. She sees his beautiful dimpled smile before cupping her face and planting a kiss to her lips. Both of them are so overjoyed, so blissfully overwhelmed by this award that they’re just floating on Cloud 9.

After she hugs the other producers—her teammates for this project—Harry quickly grips her hands and nods towards the stage. She shakes her head, wanting this to be his moment, but he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer. The other two producers get behind her so she can’t go anywhere else and Harry has her arm looped through his as he guides them towards the stage.

Once they make it to the stage, her heart nearly bursts when Harry playfully makes his way over to the elderly woman, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and jumping up and down. It’s such a sweet sight and it occurs to YN how special and rare these moments can be.

Before all of the superfans can make their way off the stage completely, YN quickly jogs over to Riley and he immediately accepts her warm embrace.

This is one of the first times where she can express her love to one of her fans, to show a tiny bit of appreciation for all the love she has for her fanbase—people who have been by her side since the very beginning. It’s not an easy feeling to come to terms with the fact that she will never know all of her fans on a personal level, to individually thank each and every single person for all that they’ve done for her.

Riley’s jaw is on the floor over her shoulder and when she pulls back, she takes his face in her hands, “‘Fank you so much, Riley. Love you, babe.”

After planting a kiss on his cheek, she rejoins her co-producers behind Harry. The two men welcome her embrace in a group hug and once Harry can see that she’s behind him, he begins his speech.

“Shit. Well, shit! Man, I’ve just been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. I listen to every single person in this category. I think on nights like tonight, it’s important for us to remember that there is no best in music.”

As Harry continues his speech, fans can see the way that YN’s eyes are glossy and how she bites down on her bottom lip, one breath away from truly bursting into a fit of tears.

“This is really, really kind. I’m so, so, grateful. I...this doesn't happen to people like me very often and this is so, so kind. I would like to thank my wife, YN, who I made the majority of the album with,” The audience collectively coos as he turns his attention to his love behind him. “You’ve been my biggest supporter, my best friend and the love of my life for as long as I can remember. Thank you for helping me make every album I’ve ever made and for this one in particular. This album is for you and so is this award.”

YN puts a hand over her bright smile as he passes her the Grammy with a kiss on her cheek. The audience cheers and claps in excitement as she comes up to the microphone.

Before she can even get a word out, she looks down at the Grammy in her hands and huffs out a light laugh of disbelief.

“Erm, I think Harry said it best in that we don’t make music with the intention of us getting one of these. I’m so unbelievably honored to have worked with Harry since the start of our careers in the band and beyond that.

My love, I want to thank you for the trust that you’ve given me when we make music. Every second that we’ve worked on this album has been incredibly special to me. It’s...I’m so incredibly over the fookin’ moon right now. I want to pass it onto my wonderful collaborators who helped make Harry’s vision come to life.”

While the other producers give their brief ‘thank you’ speeches, fans are more focused on the couple behind them.

When YN passes the Grammy off to Kid, she’s immediately engulfed by her husband. Her hands grip onto his shoulders as he digs his forehead to the middle of her chest and shakes it in disbelief—an action that looks like he’s motorboating her if taken out of context. She takes his face in her hands and gives him one of her breath-taking smiles. Although their conversation doesn’t get picked up by the microphones, fans can read her lips as she mouths “I love you,” and “So proud of you.”

She closes her eyes with a smile when he digs his face back into the crook of her neck and rocks them from side to side. The faint sound of her giggling is picked up as he mumbles something against the shell of her ear.

If it were any other situation, the couple probably would have tamed their public displays of affection in front of so many watchful eyes. If.

...

After the award ceremony has come to a close, everyone takes their turn doing a photoshoot with their Grammys.

YN certainly has her arms full trying to hold her four Grammys in her arms. It’s not long until she holds her Grammy for being one of the producers for Harry’s Album of the Year Award along with Tyler, Kid, and of course, her husband.

“Do the two of you want to do one together? Let’s do one together!” The photographer decides without the couple’s imput but they certain don’t complain.

Soon enough, Harry sits on the fancy couch they have set up for them. While he holds his two Grammys in his hands, YN holds two of her own before sitting down on his thigh.

“Is this seat taken?” YN teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows. The photographer’s assistance places her other two awards beside them on the couch.

“Never,” He smiles up at her and a flash of light washes over them at the photographer taking a candid picture of them.

When YN posts one of the pictures on her instagram, it’s YN in Harry’s lap with their collective Grammys sat on the couch with them. She’s cradling one of the awards like a baby and they both look at it with playful, exasperated love.

She captions it with: We’re just one big happy family.

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the-kr8tor · 7 months ago

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More twins recs!!! I definitely have baby fever 😭

The twins reacting to another baby sibling? Like you could take this as R finds out that she's pregnant again and doesn't know how to tell the twins so Hobie comforts her (or she doesnt know how to tell Hobie so the twins tell him!)

Or maybe the twins gently holding their baby sibling, talking to them, playing with them, maybe questioning why the baby isn't talking 😭

OR MAYBE R is quite heavily pregnant and the twins are hugging her stomach with their tiny little baby palms and talking to the baby and wondering why they can't see it 😭🥺 they're so sweet 🥹

I chose the last one! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Pregnant! Reader, dad! Hobie, Billie and Ramona AU, dad AU, fluff.

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“Why is she quiet all of a sudden?” Billie asks you, her cheek is smooshed atop your stomach, listening intently. Her smaller hand is splayed over it gently, rubbing oh so carefully at your swollen belly.

“Maybe she's sleepin’?” Mona pokes your side, gentle yet you still felt the tiny prod from her painted nail.

“Her?” Hobie pipes up from your side, arm slung over your shoulders, side eyeing his girls. Knee to knee, he scooches closer to you, chin resting on the crook of your neck, tickling you abit. “What if it's a boy?” He teases the girls, knowing that they really want a baby sister.

You and Hobie opted to not know the sex this time around, in a few weeks though when you're ready to pop, you'll all know whether you have another little girl or a baby boy in your arms. Billie and Mona aren't too happy at the decision because they want to know now. You teasingly told Hobie that they got their impatience from him.

They both make a face at their dad's comment. Noses scrunching, eyebrows adorably knitted together. Their expression reminds you of Hobie whenever you say no to him for a web-swinging date. (You always agree at the end though)

The telly is on, playing some old cartoon that you randomly put on. You both thought that the girls would be interested in the show but it's you and Hobie who's currently watching it. The girls are far too busy rubbing their little hands around your pregnant belly, giggling whenever they hear that whoosh and gurgling sound when the baby moves; and gawking at the indents when the baby kicks.

It's a quiet night in, snow slowly collects outside, dusting the windows in soft marshmallow like snow. The large quilt made by Ned rests at your legs, guitars and web designs are lovingly stitched on it. Hobie lifts it up on his side to get in, to which you happily share the warmth.

Comfy pjs on, the girls are extra bundled up, with their thick fluffy socks and colorful pajamas, they look properly happy whispering into your swollen belly. Hobie nudges you with his cold foot, you gasp lightly at the contact, Billie and Mona giggle from how your stomach moved while their heads were laid on top of it.

“Whee!” Billie jokes, hands raised like she's on a roller coaster. Mona follows suit, opening her mouth to act like she's screaming on the ride.

You chuckle at their silliness, both hands lovingly patting their heads. The baby seemed to like it too, they kicked right under your belly button, your little family saw their little foot rise up under your skin. Hobie's used to the sight, chortling at the alien-like movement, rubbing comfortably at your belly button to ease the ache. Billie and Mona on the other hand are perturbed at the sight.

“Eww!” They say simultaneously with an unsure laugh. Their heads lean away from your stomach like the baby is gonna reach for them and yank them both inside and back to where they came from.

“It's just like in alien! Where it bursted out of that astronaut's chest!” Billie says with a disgusted look.

“It's called a chest burster, Bee.” Her sister corrects her while you look at Hobie with a glare.

He moves away, hands on the side of his head in surrender. “I didn't know they watched it either!” Your scowl deepens, and he knows to not anger you, especially when you're heavily pregnant. “I swear, love, it ain't me!”

“Then who?”

Hobie shrugs then turns to the twins. “Mac and cheese, where'd you watch that flick?”

They share a look, wordlessly communicating. You sometimes swear they have telepathy, it's not that far fetched, seeing that their father can climb on walls and have the strength to carry a plane.

Turning to face you and Hobie, they have the straightest faces ever. The same face you only see when they're about to say something Hobie-like.

“We're not snitches.” Talking above the other, you facepalm with a groan. Hobie would laugh if not for the danger he's in right now. But he's 99% sure that it was James who let them watch it.

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capricornlevi · 10 months ago

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tattoo artist!choso x reader // v mildly suggestive/nsfw, mdni // wc ~700

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"choso, it's just like tattooing anybody else," you quip, diligently keeping your arm in the position he set out at the beginning. his tattoo parlour's bench is quite comfortable, all things considered -- you don't think you could manage two hours on your side with your arm over your head otherwise. "just pretend i'm any other client."

"you're not," he retorts, and when you glance down at him, you see he's locked in on the movements of the needle, eyes not so much as flickering a millimetre in your direction. his hair is pulled back out of his eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the black-and-white whirls of his own designs, but even as you gawk down at him, he continues pretending that the only visible part of you is the three-inch wide patch of skin he's tattooing.

equal parts relieving and frustrating.

"how is it any different?" you press, trying to point out the ridiculousness of his worries.

he scoffs in response, careful to not let it affect his movements, the unrelenting sting of the needle against your ribcage serving as evidence. "i haven't seen my other clients naked before."

you roll your eyes. "you've seen me naked three times, y'know. we're hardly married. can't a girl ask her talented friend-with-benefits for a tattoo? isn't that one of the benefits?"

choso's nose scrunches up adorably, brow furrowing from something other than concentration. "don't call us that."

"aw, are we lovers? paramours? in a situationshi-"

"don't finish that sentence," he butts in impatiently, gloved hand holding your waist firmly in place as he puts the finishing touches on his design.

he had been mumbling before about how awkward this could be, how he doesn't like to tattoo people he knows. how it's too much pressure.

you decide to put his mind at ease. "well, we're not dating, so if it turns out shit, i can't really break up with you. i can only just ... make it so that you won't see me naked a fourth time, i guess. is that still a scary consequence?"

"terrifying," he mumbles through a fond smile, your ramblings having successfully cut through the tension. and just then, the buzz of the needle quietens to a stop, with choso grabbing some equipment from his side tray that you presume is for the aftercare.

"is that it?" you gasp, trying to angle your head to catch a glimpse at the finished work. "is it done?"

"that didn't feel like two hours to you?" he asks, lips still pulled up into a nervous little grin as he grabs a mirror. "can't say the same for myself. i told you how much pressure it is-"

"choso!" you squeal, a bit more ungracefully than you expected, mouth falling open as the image of your tattoo reflects in the mirror in front of you. "i fucking love it!"

the design is the stuff of your pinterest board dreams; exactly as you imagined it but somehow better, with refined details you couldn't have pictured yourself. all done with minimal pain and only a bit of griping on the artist's end.

a blush has formed along choso's sharp cheekbones, the same blush you get to see whenever you have the apartment to yourself and can invite him over without your shared friend group making the world's biggest deal out of it.

the same blush he gets whenever you kiss him, when your fingernails start to dig in against his lower back as he --

"you like it?" he asks, adorably bashful despite the objective beauty of his design.

"of course," you reply earnestly, figuring it best not to tease him when he's done you such a favour. "i know you're giving me a reduced rate, but fuck, man, you could charge double for this."

"double is a bit dramatic," he replies quietly, blush spreading. your turn to grin.

"okay, then i'll have to make it up to you in other ways, i guess."

he swallows thickly, your implication obvious even to someone as innocent as choso.

still, for the sake of clarity and to show your sincere gratitude -- and your own self-interest, admittedly, since you can't believe it's been nearly two weeks since you're felt his lips on yours -- you decide to elaborate on your offer.

"up for a fourth time?"

#choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #may tries to write

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hyunnielix · 1 year ago

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la lune & le soleil.

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— felix x reader (f)

— word count: 2.9k

— genre: non-idol au, strangers to lovers/slow burn with eventual smut (not in this chapter sorry), angst (some?).

— warning's: Roomate!Hyunjin, Felix is jealous of Hyunjin, crowds in public spaces. food!!! (unedited)

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One of the bakers was perfecting what looked like pistachio croissants, whilst another was boxing multi-coloured macaroons. None of them had looked up at the ruckus. Professionalism at it's finest. The corner of your lip twitched. In the middle of all the chaos, there he stood.

To say you were a little intimidated was a massive understatement. Your gaze followed the seemingly endless line of people. It was halfway down the street. They were buzzing with excitement for the new pastries that had just been announced, chattering away.

Okay, so not the best day to come to the patisserie. But how were you supposed to know any better? You'd made the effort especially to leave early. Dragging Hyune out of his comfortable warm bed on a Sunday morning.

He awkwardly scratched his head before turning to you. "So... what are we doing?"

You were too busy gawking at the simple yet chic designs of the establishment. They had metal frames that hung above the door, one was black; a crescent moon, the other was golden; the sun. You had even recognised the font they used for the name. Castellar.

"Staying?" Hyun leant over, dipping his head down to mumble. "Going?"

There was a slight teasing in his tone that made you huff. He knew how badly you wanted to stay, and it wasn't for the pastries. No matter how good they were. You chewed on your bottom lip.

Suddenly, people were gasping. The chatting continued to get louder. They began to crowd around the window that wrapped around one side of the building. You glanced at Hyunjin before your eyes lit up with excitement. This seemed promising.

You hadn't realised it before, but it was like the bakers were in a glass casing. The window had an open view straight into the kitchen area. That's what had fascinated the customers so much. Watching them work.

You couldn't even begin to imagine having so many people stare at you while working. Yeah, you were a barista of all things, but at least you could hide behind the coffee machine. The baker's couldn't. You sort of felt bad for them.

In the middle of all the chaos, there he stood.

He balanced a large plate on his palm. You mouth fell open as he began to stack each individual profiterole. He didn't falter once, bringing the plate in front of him to impress the customers. You broke out into a grin. What a show off.

"When you told me he owned a business, I didn't realise you meant fine dining." Hyunjin muttered bashfully. You scrunched you nose, cringing slightly. He was definitely underdressed for the occasion, but you were sure it'd be fine.

Your attention was once again magnetized by Felix's abilities. Watching intently as he finished stacking the caramel sweets one-handedly.

You wondered if you could catch his gaze.

He placed the plate on the white bench. Adding generous, but pretty dollops of what looked to be fresh cream. It was all strategy to him. Present something a little different, a little unique... and it would sell tenfold.

He began the finishing touches. Grabbing the container next to him filled with various kinds of edible petals. This was by far his favourite part. He used a fine dining tool, meticulous in the way he placed the flowers.

You excused yourself, pushing past some of the people to get to the very front. Hyunjin watched from a distance. His arms crossed over his chest. You were determined, he'd give you that.

Felix was still placing petals as you crouched down. Your arms rested on your knees. You tilted your head, a soft smile on your features. His brows furrowed, feeling a different set of eyes on him. He glanced upward. His whole face lit up as he realised it was you.

You waved at him slowly. His expression changed, holding up his finger as if to say one moment please. He hurriedly untied his apron, saying something to one of the bakers that you couldn't quite catch. You weren't the best at lip reading, that was for sure.

You smugly walked back to where Hyunjin was standing. "What was that about?"

"I think he may be coming out."

As if on cue, a burly security guard had exited out the front door. The customers began chattering away once more. You and Hyunjin stepped to the side, away from the crowd.

"Are you sure he won't get swarmed?" Hyunjin asked. You shook your head. He was a baker, not a model. Although he could've probably passed as that as well.

Felix stepped out, running his fingers through his unkempt hair. His baker's hat had completed flattened any volume it'd previously had. If he knew you were coming today he probably would've put more effort in. Not that he didn't take care of his appearance... he had a seven step skin care routine for crying out loud.

His uniform was smart, all white with black detailing. There were five black buttons on each side. You sighed, he even looked good in his work uniform. How unfair.

"You took me up on my offer." His warm voice was smooth like honey, accompanied with his eyes crinkling. You could see his freckles better now, the morning sun highlighted them well.

You stepped forward, acting as if you'd been offended. A stark difference from how you'd been at the shop on Tuesday. You were outside of your comfort zone, sure. But you had more control over the situation and circumstances now. No pressure. No stress. "Of course I did! I didn't realise this place was so high end."

He chuckled lowly. "If you knew what really goes on behind the scenes you wouldn't think as much."

The stress was evident on his face as he glanced back at the shop window. He was always nervous leaving the bakers on their own. He knew they could handle the shop by now. That's not what he was worried about. Managing people on the other hand, that was always the hardest part— and some of them didn't particularly get along.

In one instance, Chaeryeong, an apprentice had thrown batter into one of the senior's faces. The worst part is that it was in front of the customers. He had a headache just thinking of all the legal fees and publicity he had to clean up due to it.

That was one thing that the younger generation didn't quite seem to understand. Seniority was earnt through hard work, dedication and the most important of all; time. You couldn't rush perfection. He knew that after being in this industry for so long.

"I'm sure you do a good job handling it." You said sweetly. "You're just being humble."

The security guard had moved, blocking people who had become interested in meeting the esteemed baker. You were surprised by it. Who would've thought he was this famous? Jisung certainly hadn't mentioned it.

Hyunjin stood awkwardly, squinting slightly at the Baker. Felix hadn't glanced at him once. Interesting. Surely he wasn't that offstandish. Maybe it was the comfortable clothes that'd put him off. Sure, it was nothing designer but they were only visiting a patisserie. Hyunjin didn't usually get dolled up to go out on sunday mornings, it just wasn't his style.

"I'll get you.." Felix trailed off, his eyes landing on the taller man. "Two? seated."

The inclination behind his tone rubbed Hyunjin the wrong way. Oh he didn't like this guy at all. There was something in the way he held himself, almost arrogantly. There was a glint behind Felix's eye that he couldn't quite decipher.

"We're skipping the queue?" Hyunjin asked, pulling you away for a second. He felt the baker's stare burn into his face. "That's a bit unfair isn't it?"

His hand was wrapped around your bicep tightly. He was almost begging you to agree with him. You didn't understand what the issue was. You gazed over your shoulder at Felix before looking back at your roommate.

"Most of these people will be getting takeaway." Felix lopsidedly smiled, explaining how he could fit you both in. He waited patiently.

Hyunjin's nostrils flared as he took one more glance at the esteemed baker. Your pursed your lips, trying not to show how excited you felt. "See? It's fine Jinnie."

Jinnie?

Felix raised his brow, acknowledging the term of endearment. So he had a nickname? He couldn't help but wonder what exactly his relation was to you. Was he a friend? or was it worse.... boyfriend?

Whatever he was, he didn't seem too thrilled to be invited in. Felix politely smiled, ignoring how Jinnie shot daggers with his eyes in his general direction. You dragged Hyunjin by his wrist, standing directly in front of Felix.

"I promise I won't critique your pastries too much," you cheekily stated, "Since you had my muffin."

Your statement made him frown. Suggesting that your baking was inferior to his? It was incomparable. If anything it was more genuine. There was always more love poured into homemade goods, that's why he only made the brownies at home. They weren't for the shop, they certainly weren't to sell. (although, he didn't blame you for that one). They were a product of love, an act of service.

That's why he'd brought them in for his employees. As little thank you treats for working so hard. He'd wrap them up in little baskets, with gift cards attached.

He shook his head bashfully. You really shouldn't put him on a pedestal like that. A soft laugh escaped him. "Your muffin was nice, reminded me of my mother's."

Your expression shifted. That's exactly the kind of reaction you were hoping for. That sense of home, nostalgia and childhood. You fell silent. Hyunjin almost scoffed at your reaction. He'd never seen you so quiet before.

"Orange and Oreo is a pretty unusual combination though." He liked how the flavours had balanced each other out. He always strived to make pastries the same way, not too bitter, not too sweet. Just right. (he had to admit, he was a bit of a sweetooth himself). "How'd you come up with that?"

"It was my mother's recipe." You explained, feeling like a fraud.

"Ahh that explains it—" Felix mumbled. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, walking past the both of you and straight into La Lune. The security guard shot Felix a look. You frowned.

"Sorry about him."

He shrugged, "I guess I'll show you through now." He gestured kindly to the door. You nodded at him before scrambling after Hyunjin.

The inside of the bakery was even more astonishing. Golden decals decorated the walls, with the theme of the night sky. The two concepts of the sun and moon merged in the middle. The deep blue and golden yellow's were almost comforting. Even Hyunjin had stood still to take in the design. It was so pretty. Although, you had expected nothing else from Felix himself.

You recognised the expression on Hyunjin's face. He was enamoured. You couldn't help but smirk.

"Who designed this?" Jinnie mumbled. Felix breezed past the counter, standing next to Hyunjin. He stared directly at the artwork covering the wall.

"I did."

You leant into Felix's shoulder, bumping it slightly. "Maybe you should've been an interior designer in another life."

"Maybe." He pursed his lips at the thought. He didn't necessarily think it was anything special. A barely-there smile graced his features at the realisation that you'd initiated physical contact. He spared a glance at you. There was a soft glow that surrounded your face. He couldn't help but thinking that you looked like an angel.

A dusty pink pastel bow sat high in the back of your hair. It was the first thing he'd noticed when you were outside. He felt sort of prideful. Wondering if you'd dressed that cutely just for him.

Hyunjin hadn't dignified anything with a response. Instead, he'd found one of the booths. He sulked in the corner whilst Felix showed you the variety of pastries they had to offer. He was such a drama queen sometimes. Acting as if you didn't nearly spend every other minute outside of work with him at home.

You loved how minimalistic the display was. The metal product tags at the front of the counter were sharp-looking. The name of the product and price tag following. They were laid in evenly spaced out rows, not a crumb or flake of pastry out of place. It was impressive.

You pointed to one of the desserts. Felix tilted his head. Cherry Clafoutis. His expression softened as he saw the little wrinkle between your eyebrows.

"It's silky, like flan.. it's kind of a mixture between that and cake. The cherry pits give it a faint taste of almond."

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. Smiling excitedly. You always loved French style pastries. This was probably the closest thing you were going to get until you visited. "That sounds nice..."

The both of you continued walking down the counter. It wrapped around the establishment, kind of like a sushi train. The design was so unique. "Are you sure you don't have to get back to the kitchen? I feel like I'm wasting your time."

You frowned slightly. A blush dusting your cheeks at your confession. Felix scoffed at your assumption. He shook his head. "Not at all, I'd rather be here than out the back with a million different eyes on me."

Your eyes widened. "You don't like being watched?"

Why had the bakery been designed in such a way then? You thought it was odd. If you had a business you would cater everything to the way you wanted it. Not the other way around.

"It's kind of like exposure therapy." His admittance left you even more stunned. Maybe he was more alike you than he was letting on. You hummed in response, eyes trailing over the sweets once more. That made sense.

"Is that a matcha croissant?"

The tone of your voice raised an octave. You almost threw yourself at the cabinet. The croissant was in the shape of a cube! with matcha decorating the sides like freshly drizzled icing. The outside was beautifully golden brown. That was it. That was the pastry you wanted.

On second thought, your gaze trailed to the macaroon section. It wouldn't hurt to just take a little look. You'd noticed how Felix kept his distance, observing you silently.

"Rhubarb and mint macaroons!" You glanced back at him. Your mouth had fallen open in an exaggerated 'O' shape. "You've got to be kidding me."

His eyes sparkled. An amused expression decorating his features. That's exactly the kind of reaction he wanted. One of excitement. One that could rival giving candy to a baby. The wonder on their face was something so wholesome, so sweet.

Your head was spinning with all the different options. Part of you wanted to ask Hyunjin to make the decision for you. It didn't help that Felix was making you feel a little nervous. Your eyes landed on the strawberry & hazelnut éclair.

"Pick your poision." He murmured softly. His tone was sickeningly sweet, almost mischievous. Your brows furrowed. He was using this as an opportunity to get to know you better. He wanted to know what kind of fruit, sweets and pastries you liked. Just like you'd wanted to know his coffee order.

"You chose probably the most indecisive person to do this to—" You stepped away from the cabinet. "I hope you know that."

"That's what makes it interesting." He teased, leaning down slightly to catch your gaze. The corner of your lip twitched. You weren't able to hide the slight embarrassment you felt over holding such intense eye contact. It was like he wanted to eat you alive.

You jutted your leg out slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. Two could play this game. "Oh yeah? fine. what do you think I'll get?"

"I think you'll end up choosing the rhubarb and mint macaroons." He shrugged nonchalantly. You wanted to wipe the smug smirk off his face. However you weren't sure if you wanted to remove it with your hands, or lips. "Because you feel too guilty about receiving something for free, so you'll choose the product that's the smallest and therefore the cheapest."

Oh you knew what his game was and he wasn't getting away with reading you so well. You weren't that predictable surely. He leant forward once more, "Am I right?"

You tilted your head slightly smiling. He was fishing for your agreeance. Your validation. You squinted slightly. "I think I'll go with the eclair."

You weren't going to give it to him that easily. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "As you wish. They'll be brought out to your booth."

You thanked him before returning to the bench. Hyunjin was spread out on the expensive looking leather cushions. You slid beside him, trying to push him over to give you more room. He had his eyes closed, basking in the sliver of sunlight from the window. He grumbled while poking your side.

"I know you're ticklish." Hyunjin warned. He opened one of his eyes slightly as he responded. The corner of his lip upturned. He found the annoyance on your face entertaining.

"You wouldn't dare." You pushed his arm away. "I got us strawberry and hazelnut eclairs by the way." At the mention of food, he wriggled excitedly in his seat. Immediately fixing his posture. You rolled your eyes at his behaviour.

Admittedly, the sweets were better than you expected. The strawberry mouse was light and fluffy, it felt like heaven on your tongue. The chocolate coating wasn't too rich, it balanced out the sweetness nicely. It was definitely a good choice.

What surprised you the most however, was the little napkin tucked under your plate. It was his phone number, accompanied by a little message.

let me know if you'd like to bake together some time, i'd love to share recipes :)

— Felix

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starzgaze · 6 months ago

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hi! Um I saw your requests were open!

Can I request some general headcanons for Liu Zhigang? Or relationship headcanons for him?

(If your not comfy, feel free to ignore!)

cheers,

-✒️nonnie

hii!!! and omg so many liu zhigang lovers im so happy but here are some of my takes on the pretty man and welcome ✒️ nonnie!!! 🫶

LIU ZHIGANG HEADCANONS

he's probably one of the loudest people you've met in your life but not in a volume wise loud.. like he probably doesn't shut up if he gets comfortable with you. when you first meet him, you might have the urge to wish that he just shuts up but nowadays you find it endearing how he talks about his day and how the raid went. it might be his cocky tone that steer people away but you somehow find it attractive as time passes by.

liu zhigang has the best hair routine and whenever you spend time with him you can catch a whiff of the fruity scented hair products he uses. his mother probably took good care of his hair and taught him how to watch over it, this probably stuck with him. he lets you run your fingers through his hair, feeling satisfied that all the effort of taking care of his hair scored him a sweet significant other that's you! you often catch him smugly smiling to himself as you play or comb his hair.

liu zhigang is stylish! i have a feeling when he finally earned enough he started to explore different types of fashion and is well versed in making up outfits. his go to colors though are reds, golds, blacks and probably white or silvers depending on which one looks better. zhigang would love to dress you up and match outfits, feeling a bit prideful whenever you two walk around the streets and people would gawk at the sight of you two's outfits because it's intricately designed with traditional chinese dragons and it mostly screams liu zhigang in the best way.

he gives the best hugs— i mean have you seen that one panel where he finished fighting off a titan?? that man is JACKED, he just looked so skinny when he wore the suit... anyway he gives the best hugs and it's usually in a form of a bear hug but it doesn't matter if he tackles you to the ground, it feels comfortable and safe in his arms. this probably becomes one of his reasons why he keeps up his muscular form, not because it's overall convenient maybe it's to give the best hugs haha.... he's too prideful to admit that though but it's definitely there—

I don't know but he gives me the vibe he would occasionally talk in his sleep if he's dead tired. you've experienced this for the first time when he had a tiring day of fighting a titan in the sea presumably with no land around him so he was probably... swimming and simultaneously fighting it which made a picture in your head of liu zhigang swimming furiously which made you laugh. anyway he would be sleeping beside you and mumble something in his sleep. this of course made you curious and when you lean in closed to under what the hell is he saying you would discover he was saying your name along with some cutesy lovey dovey mumbo jumbo which made you a little bit surprised. you're definitely gonna use this to tease zhigang later

this might be me self projecting but he probably has a small collection of perfumes. he smells surprsingly good and refreshing most of the time, since his nature of work would result to him being worked up and body temperature rising i feel blue scented perfume which are commonly to be refreshing but that type of perfume is what zhigang will use if he's out doing raids and stuff but if he's going on a meeting or something more professional he would go more of a musky and woody scent! liu zhigang might also have more knowledge than an average person when it comes to perfumes and scents so if you catch him unexpectedly rambling about scents you know why.

hhuhue I can't think of anything else but i wanted to add he loves using pet names and expand on it but i just realized i suck at thinking of good pet names without it sounding like an insult 😒 so anyway i hope this is good enough for uou!!! and live laugh love liu zhigang

#starz.babblez #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling liu zhigang #liu zhigang #headcanons #liu zhigang x reader #x reader

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liquid-luck-00 · 1 year ago

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Marks of Magic

Day 8 Familiar of Maribat Spooktober 2023

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Language and cursing is used

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Six years had passed and Marinette decided it was time to go back to Gotham.

She was taking a break from her designs for a bit and Luka and Jagged asked if she wanted to tour with them for a bit.

And who was she to say no. She loved them both, one was her boyfriend, while the other was his dad (and her pseudo crazy uncle). Gotham was Jagged’s hometown so it made sense for him to stop there on his North American Tour.

So here she was after six years, the cold autumn air was chilly but not too cold yet. The sky just starting to shift into dusk, casting more shadows than usual. She and Luka were walking hand in hand under the giant white oak when she noticed it. The stage, the cannons, the man standing in that horridly tacky green and purple three piece suit.

“Well that’s a familiar sight.” She sighed watching the progression make its way to the park entrance. “Come on. From what I’ve seen the Riddler has toned it down a lot ever since that new guy came in.”

“And how are we to help?” He grinned at her knowingly.

“Please riddles are child’s play.” She waved pulling him along.

“Let’s see, let’s see. You their black and red dye. Answer 3 riddles and the city goes free.”

“Why not.” She shrugged at the rogue.

“Why do zombies never win…”

“At poker?” She finished the riddle. “It’s because they have a tell-tale heart.”

She grinned remembering the grin that was erased from this timeline.

“How did you?” He looked at her quizzically. “Never mind. Walk on the living, they don't even mumble, step on the dead…”

“They mutter and grumble.” She finished again, the familiarity of the situation making her smile. “Leaves, of course. So are you going to give out some new riddles or at least cut the theatrics.”

“You’re a meta aren’t you.” He accused.

“Nope. I’ve just heard them before.” She popped the ‘p’ while tilting her head to the side.

“Here’s the next one.” He started but didn’t get to start it before she interrupted him.

“While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack.” She started to laugh as the rogue stood shocked. “Do you only have a limited autumn library, or did I just get the only repeat performance.”

“You’re that little girl.” He stood shocked at this little revelation.

“And I can knock you on your ass again if you’d like.” She smiled.

“It’s not nice to tease him, he is a villain after all.” Luka murmured hugging her.

“Please if I knock him down it would be far softer than if it was the bat.” She pouted loud enough for those who gathered could hear.

“Want to test that theory?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Batman.

She tensed slightly, resisting the urge to glare at the ‘hero’ that stood just behind the Riddler. “I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

“Besides we have somewhere to be, Melody, we wouldn’t want to show up after a fight do we.”

She crossed her arms and pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

“I don’t care, but your dad does…” She huffed.

“Are you really that girl?” Riddler still gawked at the two of them, before seeming to make up his mind.

Just like all those years ago he charged her. And just like before she punched him in the nose. Luka let her go and jumped back, knowing she was going to throw him over her shoulder.

“Yup…” The riddler breathed out. “You’re that same girl. But you’re right softer than Bats.”

He laid on his back, not even trying to move.

“Wow!” A new voice shouted from behind her. “You’re tiny! I didn’t think you could actually do it.”

She turned and saw a young boy, maybe 14 or 15. He was in a mask, in a variation of the classic boy wonder suit, a new Robin. Her breath caught and she doesn’t remember how to breathe for a moment.

How could he?!

How could Batman let another child take up the mantle.

She couldn’t believe it, she was horrified, but more so she was livid. She wanted to march up to him and slap him. She turned and there was a tug on her wrist.

“He isn’t worth your anger, love.” Luka hummed, calming her enough that she remembered to breathe.

“Your right.” She shrugged. “Besides if I ever get arrested it isn’t going to be for this.”

She laughed, which he joined into.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need a quick statement.” A gentleman, drew their attention, the coat, glasses, and the now salted chestnut hair.

“Commissioner Gordon, right?” She smiled at the officer. Sure she ran into him once but that day is in the forefront of her mind at the moment.

“Yes. How did you know?” He blinked.

“An event eerily similar to this one, a few years ago. You drove…” Her eyes started to tear, but she blinked them away quickly.“Jay and I home after.”

A light seemed to blink on and she thinks he recognized her, just as quickly his eyes turned somber.

“You’ve gotten big.” He seemed to sniffle, but she isn’t sure if it was because of the cold or if he knows what happened to Jay. But he shook his head before getting back to his duty. “Right, a statement…”

They gave a statement before turning, well Luka turned her, she assumes it’s because of Batman. She feels his stare on her and it really was starting to fucking piss her off.

•••

“You don’t have to go, Marinette. “

“I know I don’t have to, but it’s important to Jagged.” She sighed before waving a hand. “Besides I only met them once, I doubt they remember.”

“If your sure.” Luka asked her again, to which she nodded.

They grabbed their jackets and walked down to the lobby of their hotel.

“You ready to meet and old friend of mine, you two?” Jagged slung an arm around each of their necks the moment they stepped off the elevator.

“As much as we can be.” She smiled as she and Luka linked their hands, while Penny ushered them outside.

“So how are you liking Gotham, Mari?” Jagged asked her after she was staring out of the window a while.

“I’ve been here before. Everything is familiar but different, you know.” She sighed.

“I get it it’s been too long since I was back here.” Jagged tried to get her to talk but dropped it soon enough.

She never forgot her promise and she is living it. She became one of the newest and popular fashion houses in not just Paris but was starting to gain even more traction internationally. Her personal client list was populated by some of the biggest A-listers including Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Prince Ali, the Tsurugi Family, the Graham de Vanily family, and even the Queen family. She travelled the world to find inspiration, and if she helped s few people with her magical abilities she smiled at their faces. Hell she was named one of the twenty under twenty, the year before for her work with environmental textiles.

Before she knew it the gates of Wayne manor were opening before them. The same intricate iron work she remembered opened into perfectly manicured lawns on either side of the long driveway.

“Jared it’s good to see you.” A cheerful voice called from the doorway, Bruce Wayne.

“Brucie! Ah, your right mate!” Jagged slung an arm around his old friend.

“These must be your boys!”

“This is Dick and Tim.” Bruce smiled placing a hand on each of the two he mentioned. “And are they yours, Jared?”

“My son, Luka, and his sweetheart and my future daughter in law, Marinette.” He waved towards both of them.

“Jagged!” She yelped in embarrassment, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Alfred good to see ya!” Jagged bounce right past the two men and child, towards the eldest gentleman.

Marinette however could feel three sets of eyes on her, and she wanted to scream. Luka tugged on her hand and squeezed, centering her.

“Dinner is ready.” Alfred commanded everyone’s attention, so they made their way to the dining room. They sat down and she tried to avoid eye contact, not really paying attention to the conversation. That is until…

“You look so familiar, we must have met before. Now I remember, Nettie!” Her head snapped up and directly at Dick. “So what have you been up to, Nettie.”

“Please… Please don’t call me that.” She tried to keep her voice level but she knows it is shaking. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the napkin in her lap.

“Why not? It’s cute.” The younger boy, Tim, she recalled answered trying to break the tension.

“Because the only person who can call me that is dead.” She got up and started walking out of the room.

“Give her space.” She heard Luka say, probably to Jagged or maybe even the Wayne’s, she isn’t sure.

She was originally going to walk out side but at the last minute she decided to climb the stairs. She only walked this way twice, once when she dumped half of her life’s trauma on this family and the second the morning after.

She turned the handle and it was as if time had frozen. Books piled on the bedside tables. A backpack thrown haphazardly on the desk, notebooks had spilled from it onto the floor. She walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. Model cars, motorcycles, and even engine parts littered the bookshelves. She knows dinner has probably ended but she didn’t move, she wanted to cry, but that feels as if it might be insulting at the moment.

Knock.

Her head snapped from the window, a crescent moon floated low over the trees, towards the door. She doesn’t know who she expected, but it wasn’t Dick, maybe Alfred if she’s honest.

“Room for one more?” He asked quietly. She nodded and walked in, instead of sitting next to her he sat on the ground in front of her. “Im sorry. How? How did you know?”

“It wasn’t like him.” She sighed. “Did you know?”

“Yeah.” He leaned back. “I was so angry with Bruce, he didn’t even tell me I had to find out through the paper.”

She stared at him now. “His death wasn’t in the paper, I was looking for it but it never came. Oh kwamii, please no.”

She covered her mouth, Robin’s death was made public not Jason’s. So if she knows and he knows, the two of them stared at one another.

“Marinette?”

“If Jay was… are you… were you… that means Tim is… so is Bruce… no never mind don’t answer that.” She stood. “Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh!”

She looked at him and he was just staring at her.

“Marinette, how do you know?” He stood and placed a hand on each of her shoulders stopping her from pacing.

“I was there.” Her voice was resolute, staring right at the person who called himself Jay’s brother.

“You saw…” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I was angry at you for not telling me, but you didn’t know.”

“Two months, Bruce wouldn’t tell me for two months, and then I snapped.” His eyes turned dark.

“Live.”

“What?” He watched her, pleadingly, as she seemed to pull him from his dark thoughts.

“Live. That was the last thing he said. We were trapped in that warehouse, the bomb, once we noticed it was almost over.” He listened, his grip on her shoulders lessening. “I tried to get us out but the door was stuck, I held him until it exploded. The next second I was back in my apartment before I passed out. I didn’t have enough magic to save us both.”

Tears finally flowed from her, Dick was also crying at this point. They just cried for a while, that is until everyone decided to try and find them. Luka and Alfred were the ones who did.

“I didn’t know.” Dick finally spoke, his voice hoarse, from his tears.

“How could you?” She wiped the last of her tears away.

“We should have said something to you. You were his only friend.”

“Master Dick.” Alfred handed him a handkerchief.

“You truly a Paon, Alfred.” She smiled.

“Tell Jagged I’ll meet you guys back at the hotel, Luka.”

“You better not be planning anything.”

“Me.” She smiled, a glimmer in her eyes. “Never.”

•••

A portal appeared under her and she disappeared.

“Melody.” He called out but he knew she didn’t hear, so he shook his head, a laugh that turned into a grumble. “I better not read about this tomorrow.”

The two others looked at him as if he could explain, but really he doesn’t think he should.

The fact that this man has a miraculous means he can be trusted, but with what he knows he is wary.

She seems to trust both if her song was any indication and they don’t mean to hurt her. But it’s not his secret to tell.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 8 months ago

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Aroura Borealis - König x reader - Part 2

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: None really, slight PDA.

The whole thing reminded you a bit of an overgrown shed.

A nice overgrown shed, but still in essence something designed for practicality, not curb appeal.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Please go to part 1 to read the tags and warnings (which have been added too) associated with this fic. As with last chapter, most of them don't apply to this chapter, but here's your warning that they will start to apply next chapter.

You had tried again to help with bags, picking up one you recognized as your own before starting your trek up the path, only for König to meet you halfway on his way back to the trucks.

“Here, I’ll get these for you. You go look around.” He says, intercepting you and trying to take the bag from your hands.

“No- König, let me help bring stuff in.” You say, holding the bag close, knowing that if König had his way, you’d not be allowed to help bring things in at all.

“But it’s a vacation!” König teases, taking the bag from you before turning to start walking back the way he came.

“It’s a vacation for you too!” You protest, having to take long, fast strides in order to keep pacewith König’s massive figure.

“But it’s a surprise for you! I planned it, I already know where we’re staying.” He says, and even with the scarf pulled up and his hat and hood pulled low, you can see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “Go look around, Schatz! It’ll be dark soon. Go choose your side of the bed and find all the coziest blankets for us, yeah? I just want you to have fun! To relax!”

You open your mouth again to retort, but König beats you to it, stopping and turning to face you at the end of the trail- where it opens up into a clearing with a small cabin and a few other structures- catching you as you nearly walk into him.

“I do this, and you can unpack later, fair?”

Reluctantly, you nod, giving in. Half the bags were brought in by now anyways, by the time you would have got him to let you help he'd probably be done anyways. And it was true that you had been excited to look around- König had hardly told you anything about where you two were staying or the trip in general.

König smiled, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looked down at you.

“Good girl.” He said, and you nearly gawk at his public use of the phrase. König seems to not think twice of it, ruffling your hair slightly through the hood of your jacket before leaving you with a light pat on the ass.

After a few steps away, he looks back at you over his shoulder, grinning and clearly pleased with himself.

“Horangi says there’s a marten den in the woods behind the cabin, you should go see if you can find her.”

You’re left standing at the mouth of the trail with a red face and stiff stance- situation only made worse when Horangi walks past you, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and giving you a mean side-eye.

The realization he heard König’s words is enough mortification for you to quickly avert your eyes and attempt a quick get away- starting towards the back of the cabin without so much as another glance at either of the two men.

You almost wanted to go straight inside and start unpacking things, just to spite König, but the the promise of a moment to yourself (along with the possibility of seeing a cute animal) was more appealing at the moment- even if for no other reason than having some time to clear your head and cool your face.

The cabin at the center of the clearing was on the smaller side, but it would be more than enough space for you and König. The exterior was painted a dark green and not much else. There was no trim around the single window or front door, and what little other color there was came in the form of wood or the galvanized metal.

The building itself was a single cell structure with a small shed to the north side. Both were topped by a slanted metal roof and the cabin had a small protruding wood stove chimney poking out of one of the upper corners of the roof.

It was raised up, not quite on stilts, but you could tell it was built for heavy snow and long winters. The only window was south facing and quite large, and there was a set of wooden steps leading up to a small porch area with black, slightly peeling traction strips laid down on them and an old, well used coir doormat in front of the door.

The whole thing reminded you a bit of an overgrown shed.

A nice overgrown shed, but still in essence something designed for practicality, not curb appeal.

When you rounded the side of the house, you found a large, metal firewood rack up against the side of the house behind the shed. The rack was mostly full and was covered by an old, well used gray tarp. There was paracord looped through the silver grommets along the tarp’s back corners and edges and tied to the short legs of the rack, while the front was simply held down by a few large logs where the tarp’s edge laid on the ground. There were also a few bungee cords stretched over the tarp, seemingly to keep the wind from catching it.

At the back of the house, close to the wood pile was what appeared to be a designated wood-splitting stump. It was relatively big with nicks from an axe littering the top and old bits of bark and slivers of wood mixed in with the snow around it. It also looked right out of a movie or some “Life Below Zero�� style TV show, all it was missing was an axe stuck in the top of it.

Behind the house, there’s about 10-20 feet of clearing before the trees get too thick to easily move through. You’re not exactly sure what a marten looks like- let alone what to look for to find one’s den- but you think it’s something like a ferret or weasel.

Either way, you see no sign of one during your relatively quick and shallow walk through the edge of the treeline. You do, however, find something that looks vaguely like a trail- though you don’t follow it, opting instead to leave that sort of exploration to when you’re not running on fumes and more likely to get yourself lost than find anything interesting.

Circling around to the front, you pass by the final side of the house you’ve yet to see.

You find the building’s sole window- a big thing entirely blocked out by blackout curtains from the interior and facing out into the trees, where a small bird feeder sat on one of the closer trees.

Back at the front of the house, you find König and Horangi standing near the door. König has his back to you and Horangi’s side is to you. Both of them are in the same closed off, stiff posture you’d seen them in earlier in town- arms either crossed or stuffed deep in their pockets and backs stiff as if at attention.

As you walk towards them, you’re able to make out certain parts of their conversation despite the distance.

“Should — safe———the well.”

The words come from Horangi, judging by the movement of his jaw under his mask.

“— the solar—————enough?”

The second part comes from König- who’s even harder to hear since he’s facing away from you.

“So—————not a dumbass.”

Just as you’re getting in range to hear more than vague snippets of their conversation, Horangi sees you in his peripheral, making a small nod in your direction to König and going quiet. When König turns around, you see his serious expression slip into one of general pleasantries- furrowed brow and pursed lips quickly hidden by a smile.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask, taking big, high steps to more easily move through the thick snow. Along the trail, the snow hadn’t been too bad. The tree canopy kept some of the snow from reaching the ground and what did reach the ground was packed down by König and Horangi before you. But in the clearing, the snow was thick and for the most part, undisturbed. It was almost up to your ankles, and you’d quickly discovered that trying to drag your feet through it and walking normally was going to leave you with sore legs and not much else.

“Nothing important.” König replied immediately, side stepping the inquiry without a second thought. “So how do you like it? Cozy, right?” He continues, placing a hand at your back when you’re close enough to direct you to his side.

“It’s nice.” You say placitivley, leaning against König’s side as he drew you close, but unable to feel any of his warmth through all the layers between you two.

König practically beams at the praise, focusing his attention on you to pinch your cheek and start going on about how he’s glad you like it, how perfect the whole trip is so far, ect.

Horangi seems mildly displeased at your interruption, although maybe more about its effect on König than your actual presence.

“Do you need anything else from me?” Horangi asks, tone flat and not bothering to wait for a break in König’s words to speak up. You can’t really blame him for being ready to leave, especially considering that König seemingly has no qualms with PDA in front of the man.

“You can go.” König says, dismissing Horangi with a wave and no more than a glance. König doesn’t seem to care at all about the potential rudeness of the gesture, but neither does Horangi- who simply turns and starts his walk down the trail, completely unbothered.

Before you can think about it more, you’re swept up into a König-tornado: a rare event where König’s excitement to do or show you something leads to you occasionally being dragged along if you fail to keep up. In this case, it’s about showing you the interior of the cabin.

The second Horangi is gone, König takes your hand and practically drags you up the wooden steps to the cabin.

“Let me show you inside, Schatz.” He says, herding you inside before shutting the heavy door behind you two. “I put our bags by the foot of the bed, we can unpack them after we start some food and a fire.” König says, roughly pulling open velcro of the zipper cover on his windbreaker open and unzipping the jacket with a sharp zip noise before yanking off his hat and scarf.

His hair is messy from being under a hat all day- all you want to do is run your fingers through it, even if only to mess it up further- and his cheeks are tinted a light pink from the cold outside.

It was nice to see his face again. Despite spending the entire day together to get here, you’d hardly seen him without either a face mask or some other face covering since you two left home. It makes sense- airports were very public places, but it still made something inside you happy to see him so relaxed around you.

The cabin’s interior turns out to be mostly 1 room, with only one small room separated by a wall.

Of the main room, one corner had clearly been designated as a kitchen with a sink, countertop oven, hotplate, a landline marked “for emergencies”, and a few cupboards, while another held a small couch, quilt rack, coffee table, small wood rack, and a black wood stove with a metal chimney going up and through the ceiling. The rest of the space was separated by a large, partially drawn burgundy curtain that seemed to block off a bedroom type space.

In general, it was nice- cozy and comfortable in a way that felt warm and inviting even as a new space. Most everything’s either some form of wood or black metal, with occasional dark pops of color like the curtain.

In the entryway, there’s a small rug, a hinged bench that appears to be some sort of shoe chest, and a row of hooks on the wall where König hangs up his snowgear and motions for you to do the same.

König is already on his way to the pile of bags nearby as you do so, making sure to leave the entryway rug under the jackets and boots to catch any drips of water from the snow on your clothes melting.

The cabin wasn’t quite warm- in fact, it’s not at all, really. The only thing it had going for it over the outdoors was a lack of wind and some insulation. Even though you still had your hat and undermost jacket on, you still felt cold.

You follow König to the pile of bags, starting to look through them and formulate a plan for unpacking as he pulls the big curtain to the side, only to notice König frowning down at you.

“Are you cold?” He asks.

You look at the man in nothing but a compression tee and khakis in front of you and asking if you’re cold- slightly dumb founded.

“Are you not??” You ask, looking up at him with an incredulous expression.

He seemingly thinks for a moment, eyes staring ahead blanket before he seemingly comes to a conclusion.

“I guess it would be cold in here.” He says, starting to walk towards the wood-stove in the corner. “Sorry Schatz, I guess they don’t keep the heat running in the offseason- I’ll start a fire.” He says, ruffling your hair on his way past, his tone slightly lighter.

“Please.” You affirm, watching him for a moment as he walks away before going back to unpacking.

For about the next hour you unpack you and König’s things into the various draws and shelves available to you. As you do that, König first starts a fire before announcing he’s going to bring in more wood and make sure the power is fully on.

As you unpack, you find that the only room in the cabin- aside from the main room- was a small bathroom with a combination bath shower, toilet, sink, and some cabinet space. You find some towels, washcloths, and even some basic pads and tampons under the sink (and you decide you actually quite like Horangi at that, even if the feeling’s not mutual). You also find a large first aid kit in the bathroom, and you end up putting the (massive) one König brought next to it- along with the rest of you two’s bathroom stuff in one of the two drawers.

You also find that the area behind the curtain was in fact a bedroom, with a large bed shoved against the walls with a heavy comforter, assortment of pillows, and extra blankets over the foot board. There was a small night stand on the side of the bed not against the wall- which, you could already tell König would claim as his own- and a window above the other side. The window itself was covered by heavy black out curtains, and when you nudged one aside and wiped away the condensation from the glass, you had a perfect view of the bird feeder and forest. Finally, there was also a set of drawers and a rug beside a wardrobe past the bed’s foot.

By the time you were done, König had come back inside and the house had warmed up enough for you to take off your hat and unzip your jacket. Dinner that night was a box of Mac and cheese made in a pot you found in one of the bottom cabinets and the hot plate from the back of the counter. The meal was spent cuddled up on the couch with König in front of the fire and watching a show you’d downloaded on your laptop ahead of time.

All in all, you were enjoying yourself. It was nice to finally be able to relax for once. The cold weather and short days were going to provide the perfect excuse to sleep in late and cling to König, who- being the bear of a man he was- made a great personal heater, and the cabin really was homey, you already felt comfortable there despite the short time frame. König was right, this was a great idea- you just needed to be comfortable letting someone else make the plans and handle things for once.

When you two do go to sleep, you do so bundled up under a mass of blankets and curled up against König’s chest, feeling safer and more relaxed than you have in a good long while. It’s perfect, and you’d live in this moment forever if you could- or at least try to keep your eyes open just a bit longer to savor it- but you’re too tired to do much, and it’s hardly a minute before you’re out cold.

Only to wake up in a cold sweat not even half past midnight.

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msnanu · 1 year ago

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Life Twist 10 | JJK

⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 8.5K+

⏤ author’s note ❧ Angst is here 😔 I hate writing angsty chapters because I feel every emotion written on it honestly. Hope you enjoy reading it!! Please, let me know your thoughts 🙂 your opinions are really valuable for me 🙆

It had been a very long week for Jungkook. Spending most of it prepping the presentation of the new videogame design for his boss, a videogame that it's expected to be one of the biggest in the industry this year.

On the other hand, you had been holding things down at the office - you are sure that you have never been this often at the office since you moved to Seoul -, these last few days you were busy onboarding new employees since you were in the process of starting the supervision of new financial markets in the company therefore more responsibilities and tasks were being added to the team under your supervision.

The only time you'd had to spend with Jungkook was in the night when you'd crawl into bed and after he got cleaned up from working until late hours locked in his office like a caveman. He convinced you to stay this week at his place, that way he'd be able to at least sleep next to you every night. You'd kiss him dreamily, wrap him up safe in your warm arms and fall asleep.

By all rights, you should have been exhausted. You should have been ordering takeout and settling in on the couch to read the entire internet on your phone, your brain totally zombified. Instead, now that work was done for the night, you found yourself very ready to play.

You heard JK come in and drop his shoes in the rack before heading to the fridge for a beer. "Hi, honeeeey, I'm home" he called in the direction of the bedroom, a teasing note in his voice.

You took a little time putting on the final touches, so that when you emerged from behind the door, he had already lost his glasses, rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.

Today he had his final presentation, and you already knew that it went beyond great because he texted you earlier letting you know that his boss loved his design from start to end. You weren’t even surprised because he had showed you his designs asking for an “outside” opinion and even if you’re not familiarized that much into the videogame world, you were mesmerized by his talent and he made you feel so proud of him, you just knew his boss had to love it. And what a better way to end this long day than celebrating your 10th month anniversary?

When you finally got out of the bedroom, he was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, his sweating beer bottle on the table. He looked adorably rumpled and you wasted no more time crossing the room.

"Hey, my favorite designer" you said between kisses. "Happy 10th month anniversary"

His doe eyes looked at you from head to toes, gawking at the sight in front of him. "God, you look so hot, baby" he says while biting his lip and then grabs you from your waist and pulls you in for another deep kiss "Happy 10th month anniversary indeed"

He then hands you a beautiful Jasmine bouquet "I got you your favorites, gorgeous"

"Thank you, baby. I love them" you say giving him a little peck on his lips then stopping for a second "And I love you so much" while smiling at him fondly.

"I love you more, baby"

"There's no way, you know that already"

You both laugh and you immediately change the subject asking, "How was your day?"

"Please" he begged, kissing you again. "Talk to me about anything else, I think I had enough of my work this week"

You smiled and perched yourself on one of his thighs, your arm wrapping around his shoulders as your mouth met his for a deeper, longer kiss that left you breathless.

"Mmmmh" he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. "You, Ms. Y/L/N, are a stunning conversationalist"

"And you, Mr. Jeon, are an incurable smart ass" you answered, pressing your lips lovingly against his hair.

"You like that about me"

"Maybe" you admitted, a little breathily, distracted by what his mouth was doing on your skin. His hand found your knee, slipping just the tiniest bit under the hem of your skirt and you shivered.

His voice sounded slightly surprised and very, very interested as he asked, "Is this silk, baby?"

You wore tights sometimes but rarely pantyhose, so silk stockings were definitely something special. You made a little noise of confirmation and bit your lip as his hand inched up higher, slowly, slowly, until his fingertips brushed the bare skin of your thigh.

"Y/N" he said, his voice all raw desire, his fingers tracing slow circles, and you felt heat rush to your core.

All at once, he was in motion, standing you up and clutching you to him, kissing you intensely and intently as his hands untucked your shirt. You unbuttoned a few of his buttons and helped with some of your own and it seemed like nothing would be fast enough, but somehow both of your shirts were off and Jungkook's palms were running over the skin of your back and you were digging your fingers into his bare shoulders and all the while you were kissing, kissing, kissing.

Eventually, you had to breathe, gasping against his neck as he tugged down the zipper of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. He supported you as you stepped out of the pool of fabric and immediately got to his knees. He tilted his face up to you with a wolfish grin as he put his hands around your hips, tracing the outline of your silky lingerie.

You giggled a little as he trailed his fingers over and under the straps of your garter belt, following them down to the tops of your stockings.

"I just realized I'm wearing red," you said as his lips touched your lower belly, “and black,” you added as his fingers whispered over your knees, "like your su—" You lost your words in a moan as his hands came together to massage one of your calves. He smiled, his lip piercing rasping over you, as his fingers worked their way down to your ankle and skimmed back up lightly, both of you enjoying the whispery sensation.

"Sounds very tasteful" he said amusedly as he repeated his ministrations on your other calf.

You had learned very quickly that letting Jungkook feel his way led to nothing but good things for you. For you both. You were mentally adding to your list of erogenous zones as his warm hands caressed the backs of your knees. He was pressing open-mouthed kisses against your stomach and inching lower as his hands traveled upward over your thighs.

When his fingers bit into the curve of your ass, his tongue moving thick and slow against the slippery fabric between your legs, you swayed, unsteady with desire, clinging to him as best you could.

He was immediately back on his feet, holding you close. "You're a goddess," he whispered into your ear, and you flushed at the memory it surfaced as he kissed you. You moved your hands over his back, down to his delectable ass, the firm feel of him stoking the heat inside even higher, and you reached for his belt, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping.

He finished the job of stripping off his pants and then he was sliding around behind you, and you were putting your hands out to brace against the table. His face was in your hair as he curved his body against your back, bringing his hands around your hips and up over your stomach until he was cupping your breasts.

He worked open the front clasp of your bra and you bit your lip as his fingertips traced over your nipples. You ground back against him and felt a rush of satisfaction when he groaned in pleasure. You tilted your head, letting your hair cascade to one side so he could have proper access to your neck, and he didn't disappoint, his tongue and lips and teeth giving you exactly what you wanted, his hands massaging your breasts and oh pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure.

Your hips were still swirling against him, locked in a rhythm you couldn't quite control, and then one of his hands was dipping into your panties and his fingers were sliding wetly, circling your delicious clit. And, God, it took so little time before you were cumming, hard and loud and so, so good. It would almost be embarrassing if you hadn't lost your self-consciousness about the reactions Jungkook could coax from your body long ago.

So, when he slid his fingers inside of you, you moved shamelessly against them, and when he circled your clit again, his pace ridiculously perfect, you let yourself fly over the edge once more, your mouth open in a silent cry, leaning hard against the table.

You tried to catch your breath and couldn't help a laugh. "This was supposed to be special for you" you said, straightening up and turning to face him once your legs were beginning to work again.

He breathed out an amused little huff, raising his eyebrows as he licked his lips. “And is it ever?”

You shook your head at him, smiling. You lifted his hand to your mouth and kissed his top knuckles, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his skin, swirling around his fingertips while looking him straight in the eyes. He was breathing heavy. “What do you want, baby?” you asked hoarsely.

“Only to make you happy” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat. Fuck, you love him so much. As if he hadn’t already. In so many ways.

“Well, baby” you said, keeping his hand in yours as you walked to the bedroom, “the only thing that could make me happier is to make you happy."

You pulled his soft Calvin Klein's boxer briefs down and ran your hands over him until he was making delicious little groans. You made him lie back on the bed and you straddled him, after discarding both the bra that was still hanging uselessly from your shoulders and your underwear for good measure. — Honestly you were very grateful to your internet research for advising you to wear them over the garter — because damn you did not want to be fumbling with that right now.

You leaned down to kiss him, cocooning you both in the curtain of your hair, enjoying the way he smiled against your lips. JK was always give give give — it could be difficult to get him to ask for anything for himself. And with the experience that you gained with him over the last few months you could easily guess, but you wanted to encourage him to say it sometimes.

You worked your way along his jaw, scraped your teeth over his earlobe and sucked it into your mouth as he sighed. You kissed his neck and whispered, "Tell me what you want, Kook"

And apparently, you had made him just a little desperate, because this time his response was immediate.

"To be inside you" he murmured, running his hands down your thighs, "while you're wearing this" A fresh wave of heat rushed to your belly. Good God, he could easily make you cum just with his words, he makes you go crazy in a matter of seconds.

"Now we're getting somewhere" you smiled.

You rocked back to sit up, bracing your hands on his chest as you moved your hips over him, letting him feel the slick heat of you against him. He pushed up to increase the friction and you hummed with pleasure.

When you thought you'd made him wait long enough, you let him steady you as you guided him inside, slowly, inch by inch. Your breath caught at the feel of him — and you couldn’t deny there was something especially hot about being a little dressed up for him, too.

You were sitting still on top of him, just enjoying him deep inside, and it was driving him slightly wild, his breathing full of hitches, his tongue wetting the corner of his mouth, his hands sliding down from your hips to tug playfully at your garter straps.

Finally, even you couldn't take it anymore, and you began to move, spurred on by the throaty sounds he was making, until you were matching the rhythm of the chorus in your head. Kook Kook Kook. You loved watching his face, seeing the effect you had on him as his composure slipped, but your eyes slid closed as you began building toward a peak. He felt so damn good, and he was touching you just right and it was just — it was just too goddamn much, and the world went white-hot and starry with bliss.

And then he was flipping you over carefully so he could fuck you hard into the mattress and you thrilled, wrapping your legs around him, running your silky stockings over his skin, digging into his back with your fingernails until he was cumming, too, gorgeous, and gruff and sexy as hell.

“Fuck, that was amazing” he said falling by your side and peppering your shoulder and neck with his kisses.

“As always” you said smiling at him, you felt as if you were high.

“I love you so much, baby”

“I love you even more, Kook” you said before both of you, exhausted, entered into dream land.

Sunlight was creeping around the curtains.

You blinked your eyes to clear them and saw Jungkook sleeping on his side next to you, facing away. You thought the little nap you'd snuck yesterday in would have been enough to allow you to stay up all night — playing all night long with Jungkook was your favorite activity and of course by ‘playing’ you mean, fucking —, but the exhaustion must've finally caught up to you and by the looks of it, it also had hit him too.

You felt a little guilty when you realized you had been completely hogging the blankets. JK was covered only by the sheet, and it had slipped down low enough to reveal not only the sleek muscles of his back but the beginnings of the swell of his ass.

And, damn, he was breathtaking.

Before Jungkook, you had never really understood just how sublime the physical could be. You had been in good shape throughout your life, you knew there was some joy in training your body, working up a sweat, making the shot. You'd never considered yourself prudish. But JK took things to a whole different level.

And it wasn't just his body, though it was the most beautiful you'd ever seen, of any gender. The sight of him made you understand why sculptors chiseled monuments in marble — that ass needed to be preserved for future generations. Not that it would ever compare to the real thing.

It was the way he moved that got to you the most. Always had. The way his tattooed hands moved, the way his tongue slid over his lips. The glide of his muscles as he punched and kicked and jumped whenever he was boxing or training. The way they flexed and stretched under your hands as you made love.

And, damn, now you really wanted to touch him. But you knew he was drained from all the work he had put on his presentation and finally he was done with it, he desperately needed rest after the week he'd had.

With a sigh of reluctant determination, you rolled over to face the other direction, burrowing down into the covers and trying to calm yourself down.

All too soon, though, the bed was moving as JK shifted and rolled over. A tiny smile turned up the corners of your lips as his welcome warmth pressed against your back.

"Your impure thoughts are making it a little hard to sleep, baby" he whispered in your ear, his voice drowsy. His hand started a lazy journey, finding your body bare beneath your t-shirt — well, actually, his oversized t-shirt that you’ve declared as yours a few months ago —, his fingers splaying wide over your stomach.

"You're a mind reader now, too?" you asked. You were impressed at how smoothly your voice came out, given how your body was responding so ardently to his touch. You arched back and felt him hard against your backside — Fuck, he’s gonna be the dead of me —. You clearly weren't the only one entertaining impure thoughts.

"I have my ways" he said smugly, his hand continuing to roam, his fingers finally sliding down and into the wetness between your thighs. You inhaled sharply, your eyes closing and your toes curling.

It was the way he moved that always got to you the most.

Once he had you practically whimpering, he murmured, "What do you want, baby?"

"You" you panted. "Just...you."

He let out a groan that was almost a growl and adjusted both of your positions so that he could slip inside of you. You moved together in a way that was unhurried and rich with sensation, the sun warm and the sheets slippery around you.

Both your heart and your body were full of him, and when you came, it was a gentle hum, a long slow wave that made you smile. Jungkook gripped you tightly as he followed.

“Just so you know, you can have what you want at any time” he said into your hair as he caught his breath.

“Be careful, Jeon. I’ll hold you to that”

He laughed. “Sounds like we’re both going to get what we want, then baby”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a while” you hear a familiar voice from behind you while you were busy starting your warmup exercises.

“Oh! Hi Ethan” you say once you spot him near you “Yeah, work has been kicking my ass lately, so I wasn’t able to make time to come to the gym”

“Sorry to hear that” he says offering you a smile “So, I take it now things are calmer at your job?”

“Yeah, thank God it is quite calmer, I think I’ll be able to be normal for a few months” you say chuckling “There’s always some periods where it gets crazy but I’m a little used to it by now” you explain yourself while Ethan hears you carefully.

He nods at you and say “I haven’t seen your boyfriend either these past weeks”

He never mentioned Jungkook before. That’s weird. Is he trying to subliminally ask if you are still with JK? Though Ethan never made a move on you – despite what Jungkook might say – you’re careful enough to not give him any type of hope, you maintain a short conversation from time to time and continue with your workout routine. That’s all. You don’t want to create any confusion here and you made clear that you have a boyfriend and so did Jungkook when he kissed you in front of Ethan.

“He’s been pretty busy with work too so he has been working out at his place lately, but he should be here in a few minutes probably”

“Oh, cool”

Are you sensing disappointment on his tone? Okay, this is starting to get a little uncomfortable, you should end the conversation now.

“Um, I think I’ll start with the treadmill today. It was nice talking to you, Ethan” you say and walk over to the treadmills area after waving politely at Ethan who responded a simple “Sure, see you Y/N” while smiling at you.

Just when you were about to start your exercise, Jungkook arrived with furrowed eyebrows after seeing the little interaction between Ethan and you.

That guy is always near you. Why does he have to be always around? - he thinks to himself -.

Once you spot JK coming your way, your face brightens, and you almost run towards him. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.

He hums in delight “Mmmh, someone missed me”

“I did” you look at him with puppy eyes and ask while pouting “Did you not miss me?”

“I would have to be damn crazy to not miss you, gorgeous”

You start giggling at his words. Butterflies setting free on your belly as usual.

“Though, I see I’m not the only one that missed you” he says with a certain tone that you don’t really like.

“What do you mean?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“Ethan”

“Jungkook we’ve been through this a hundred times. He just came up to me to say hi and we had a small talk, nothing important”

“Come on, noona. You really can’t be that naive”

“I’m not naive” you cross your arms and Jungkook already gulps knowing that he might have said the wrong thing, as usual his impulsiveness winning over him. “We just talked, and he didn’t say anything out of line, like every other time that we talked. Could you please trust me? I don’t want to have this talk over and over”

“I trust you, baby. I’m sorry. I love you, you know that, right?”

You nod and respond “I love you too” while he grabs you by the waist and gives you a little peck on the lips.

A few minutes later and not too far from where you were exercising, you didn’t even realize that Ethan couldn’t get his eyes off you. Well, is not like you could see him from the treadmill area, there was plenty gym equipment between you two, and you were totally absorbed having a talk with your boyfriend about how both of your days went.

“God, she wants you so bad” suddenly a feminine voice wakes up Ethan from his trance.

“Huh?” he says and as soon as he sees the source of the voice he continues “Oh. It’s you. I thought you were frequenting another gym”

“I do, depending on the location that my dad is currently working. You know the drill” says Lina before continuing “Anyways, as I was telling you before, Y/N wants you, Ethan”

“How the hell would you know?”

“I know her. I’m a friend of hers”

“You are? I never saw you talking to her”

“I haven’t seen Y/N in a while, but I know her enough. I can give you some advice to get her to be all yours” says Lina smiling and putting the best of her actings “Though I don’t think you have to work a lot for that, she just likes to play hard to get, if you know what I mean?”

“She does? She didn’t strike me as that kind of girl. Plus, she has a boyfriend” he says pointing towards Jungkook that’s right beside you.

“Please, since when you’re the jealous type?”

“You’re right about that, if she doesn’t care I really don’t give a fuck about him” confesses Ethan “And she’s so fine, I can’t wait to fuck her”.

“Trust me, I know exactly what you have to do to accomplish that” says Lina with a mischievous smile.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and you were in your little world, without imagining that only a few meters away, Lina was planning how to wreck you both apart.

Is your love for each other strong enough to survive the tsunami that Lina was about to unleash upon yourselves?

Emma had chosen Aria, her sister, a college friend, and you to be her bridesmaids. Her sister being the maid of honor.

Joey had chosen Namjoon, his brother, Jungkook and Hobi to be his groomsmen. Namjoon being his best man. You were happy that Jungkook was one of the groomsmen, he’ll be your partner in crime at the wedding too.

You find yourself salivating every time you imagine him on whatever the suit is for the occasion. Emma told you she was in love of the suits she chose for the groomsmen and that they all were going to look like proper models. Though, Jungkook looks like a model even when he’s just wearing simple t-shirt and sweatpants.

You kept thinking to yourself that even if you haven’t known each other for ages, Emma and Aria had become one of your closest friends in these past months, you would see each other at least once a week to catch up on what’s going on with your lives and you would also be super active on your group chat sharing memes and stupid news that you saw on the internet that made you all laugh.

Today was an important day for all of you, especially for Emma. You had a fitting of Emma’s wedding dress. It almost has her in tears.

“It’s so beautiful” she says, standing at the pedestal and staring at her reflection in the mirror. Tears prick the backs of her eyes as she takes in the entire dress. It sits perfectly on her body, comfortable and not restrictive in the slightest, which she is thankful for.

It’s a blush pink color, the upper bodice sits flush against her body, sewn with hand embroidered flowers all over it. The flowers flow down to the skirt of the dress, which flares out from her upper hips. There’s intricate embroidery along the bottom of the dress as well that just brings the entire thing together.

Emma is absolutely in love with it.

“Wow, what a beautiful bride!” you exclaim as you exit your own changing room.

Emma catches your gaze in the mirrors that she stands in front of. “Oh my God, Y/N! You look fantastic!”

You grin and gesture to the aubergine-colored dress you’re wearing. “This old thing?” you tease her for a moment. “I’m glad it’s something that looks this good and is comfy too. I’d never forgive you if you put me in something as ridiculous as a Princess Leia inspired dress”

Emma rolls her eyes affectionately and chuckles. “I’d never do that to you, I can’t believe that your last time being a bridesmaid was in a Star Wars themed wedding, God I would have paid to see the photos of that wedding” you both laugh like idiots and Emma continues “Besides, all of the bridesmaids are matching”

“All jokes aside, I really love the choice you did with the bridesmaid dresses, and your dress is just stunning, Emma”

“Stop it! Lately I’ve been so emotional over the wedding, I’ll start crying if you keep talking”

“I’m just stating the truth, sweetie”

Emma smiles at you and then she says “I don’t know why but I have this feeling that you’ll be the next one standing over this pedestal trying on wedding dresses”

You choke on your own saliva while Emma snickers at your nervous behavior “Where’s the champagne? I need a drink” you say, looking around, acting like she didn’t say nothing — not that you didn’t think on going down that road with Jungkook, but it’s still a pretty early stage of your relationship — “And where’s Aria? I thought she’d be in her dress by now.”

“It was still too big on her” Emma replies, turning her gaze back to her reflection. She can’t stop touching the dress. It’s just wonderful. “So, she’s getting it altered with the tailor in the other room.”

“More champagne, ladies?” Arin, the shop assistant asks. She’s carrying a tray with three champagne glasses on it.

“Leave the bottle, please” you say with a grin. Arin nods and sets the tray down. She returns a moment later with the bottle and sets it down on the tray, too. You chug one glass and refill it before bringing a fresh one over to Emma.

“Well. What do you think?” she asks, accepting the glass from you. “Am I ready to get married?”

“I’d say so, yeah” you reply. “You look fit as fuck, sweetie I’ve to say it. Like a princess, too.”

Emma beams. “That was the goal”

“I have to pee, the champagne is doing its effect pretty quickly, back in a few” you say chuckling. You disappear, leaving Emma standing on the little platform in front of the mirror.

She bites her lip, turning her body from side to side as she takes in the dress yet again. She feels like her entire relationship with Joey has been leading up to this very moment. And she can’t wait.

Soon, she will legally be Joey’s wife. That prospect excites her so much. She’s absolutely giddy at the thought.

They’re getting married soon and there are still a lot of things left to do before the wedding can take place which all of the bridesmaids are helping as much as possible, including you.

One of those things left to do is getting Aria’s bridesmaid dress altered properly so that she can wear it.

Emma turns as she catches sight of Aria in the reflection of the mirror. She grins when Aria stops short and just gapes at her.

“Emma” she breathes. “Holy fuck!”

Emma beams once again. “I know, right?”

“Joey is going to die when he sees you” Aria says. “God, you look like a fairy tale princess.”

Emma can’t stop smiling. “I never want to take this dress off”

“I’m not surprised. You look amazing.”

“Thank you” Emma says. “You look fantastic, too. I’m so glad that your dress finally fits you!”

Aria gives her a small smile. “It’s not my fault I don’t have hips, or tits, and no bum. It hung on me like a potato sack for ages, but it finally fits”

Emma steps down off the platform and closes the distance between them. “You look beautiful. I’m so glad we chose two shades of purple to have the bridesmaids in. Because this lilac-color really brings out your eyes”

Aria ducks her head, blushing.

“Holy fuck!” you exclaim as you appear.

“Tell me how pretty I am” says Aria

“Ari, you know that you look spectacular” you say.

Emma is so happy with all the dresses; they definitely are the ones. “Good.” She then lets out a huge sigh. “I guess I had better take this off then. Next week my sister and Andy will be in Seoul, so they’ll be able to try out the dresses too”.

Andy is Emma’s college friend, both Emma’s sister and Andy live in London — where Emma and Joey are originally from — so, there’s a few maid of honor tasks that both Aria and you have been fulfilling in order for the wedding to come up perfectly because it was almost impossible for her sister to come earlier to Seoul and handle everything by herself.

“Such a hardship” Aria teases.

“For that you get no champagne” Emma says, poking her tongue out at her friend. She grabs her glass and has a long sip, keeping her gaze on you and Aria the entire time. “Wow, you really needed that drink, don’t you?” Aria teases once again.

“Getting married is stressful as fuck, I always feel like a need a drink” and you all laugh in unison.

Once you’re all out of the dresses and are in your everyday clothes again, Emma feels decidedly less like a princess, and more like someone who is on the verge of being very tipsy if she isn’t careful.

She isn’t careful. She has another glass of champagne just because she can.

“I love you both so much” Emma says when you stop on the floor of your apartment. Emma leans heavily on the wall next to your front door and pats at your arm. “Thank you for letting me keep my dress here. I don’t want Joey to see it before the big day”

“Of course, sweetie” you say as you unlock the door. “That’s what friends are for.”

“You guys are the besht. Besht. Besht. Beshtest?” she furrows her brow, confused.

“You’re so drunk” you say, sounding amused. “This is great”

“I am not” Emma protests. She sways a little on the spot as she pushes off the wall. “But I do need to sit down”

You lead Emma into your flat with the help of Aria, holding her hand the entire time until Emma is sitting down on your sofa. She pats at the soft cushions and smiles.

“How much did you have to drink?” Aria asks snickering at her friend. She presses a glass of water into Emma’s hand and orders her to drink.

Emma holds up three fingers. Then the other two. And giggles. She sips at her water, trying her very hardest not to dribble, or to spill any on herself. Or the sofa. Which is so soft. How has she not noticed how soft this sofa is before?

“Yes, we get it, you like my sofa” you say. Emma looks up at you, confused. “You said that out loud” you explain to your drunk friend.

“Oops” Emma giggles. She puts her glass down on the coffee table with as much care as she can.

“Get some rest, Emma” you say, patting Emma’s hand. Emma pats your hand, too. That seems like fun. — Your hands are surprisingly soft, thinks Emma to herself— “Your hands feel like porcelain, Y/N” she says out of nowhere.

“That’s your own hand you’re patting, Emma” you say, showing Emma your own hands. “That champagne must’ve had more alcohol in it than I thought.”

Emma nods and tips over on the sofa, giggling as its softness touches her cheek. In a few minutes she’s snoring, and you and Aria can’t help but to laugh.

You prepare coffee for yourselves and sit over your balcony so Emma can sleep quietly, and you both could have a nice chit chat meanwhile.

“So, how was the celebration of the 10th month anniversary?” asks Aria once you hand her the mug.

“Oh, perfect, spectacular, marvelous. And so, so hot” you beam at the memory of that amazing night last week with your boyfriend.

“I mean, when you sent us the picture of the lingerie you bought for the occasion it was pretty damn hard not to think it was going to be a steamy night” she said chuckling.

“It was amazing, though we were so tired that we didn’t last that long” you giggle “But we did have fun for a few hours”

“A few hours? What is supposed to mean ‘last long’ for you two? God you two must be beasts on the bed”

“Actually, he’s the beast but he’s so fucking hot that it makes impossible not to want to fuck him all night long”

“Oh my God, Y/N. You’re salivating, stop it!”

“Sorry, it seems like I do that a lot. Chris always scolds me for drooling over Jungkook”

Aria giggles. “Talking about Chris, how is he doing with…? Irene was it her name?”

You nod at her and say “He’s happy, I’ve met her a few times at Chris’s place and she’s really sweet honestly. I think you’ll love her when you meet her”

“I’m so happy for him. But I really want to meet her, I’m curious finally someone snatched Chris’s heart, that’s not an easy task”

You smile thinking about your best friend and remembering the day when he told you that he had asked Irene to be his girlfriend and that she had said yes. He was so excited, he looked like a little kid.

“Not an easy task at all. But I can see a mile away that she loves him a lot and seeing him this happy it’s comforting, he deserves someone like her. I’m sure you’ll meet her at the wedding. Knowing Chris, he’s just taking things slow with her, that’s why you all haven’t met her yet”

“You know, you’re such a good friend. I always meant to tell you this, the way you care about Chris and all of us — not only JK —, you irradiate so much love to the ones around you, Y/N”

“Jeez, are you trying to get me emotional?” you say feeling your heart getting too warm to the point that your eyes might start watering. “I think Emma’s sensibility is getting contagious”

Aria smiles at you and says “It’s the truth, sweetie”

“Thank you but you give me too much credit. You have been all so amazing with me since the very beginning, me caring about all of you this much is just me trying to return some of the love you all have been showering me with”

She smiles at you fondly and you engulf in a tight hug until you hear a “Hey – I want a hug too” coming from your sofa and you both laugh at Emma’s drunk ass.

You were almost done getting ready to go over to JK’s apartment when your doorbell rang, you had texted him a few minutes ago letting him know that you’re on your way.

Once you open the door, your eyebrows furrow at the sight in front of you. Ethan.

He doesn’t even give you time to ask him how the hell is he at your doorstep when you never gave him your address. His strong arms pulled you towards his body and his hands quickly cupped your face crashing his lips on yours.

Your eyes widened. You didn’t understand what is happening right now. Has he lost his mind? You react pretty fast despite your initial shock and pull him away from you. His arms go to your waist, holding you close to him, and you try to take his hands off you but fail miserably.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you almost scream while cleaning any trace of his saliva out of your lips with the back of your hand.

“I was told you liked to play hard to get. Don’t worry I can’t handle you, doll”

“Doll? Are you crazy, Ethan? I’m not playing a- “

You get shut up by his lips on yours once again. He’s touching your body and you feel disgusted. He’s clearly stronger than you and you’re scared what he might do because this is not the innocent and shy guy you used to talk at the gym, it’s like he’s an entirely different person.

You somehow manage to push him away and you look around trying to grab something to hit him and take him out of your apartment, there’s nothing you could possible grab quickly so as soon as you see him taking steps closer to you again, you gather all your strength and punch his face with a left jab – just like Jungkook had taught you when you told him you were curious about boxing – though you might have done it wrong because as soon as your fist landed on his face, you felt a crack on your hand and an intense stinging pain.

“What the fuck?” groaned Ethan while putting his hands on his face – as if he was the one shocked -, his nose was bleeding profusely

“You better get the fucking out of my apartment Ethan, or I swear to God I’ll scream bloody murder for someone to call the police”

Ethan gives you a last look – he looks genuinely shocked, is he for real? He’s the one surprised? He’s definitely crazy - before stepping out from your apartment mumbling what you think was a “Fuck – this hurts”

As soon as he was out of your apartment you quickly closed the door, making sure to put every lock on it. You sit against the door unable to understand what the fuck has just happened, your heart is beating so fast that you feel it’s gonna rip out of your rib cage in any moment, your hand is throbbing so bad that it’s almost unbearable, and the pain is increasing by the second.

You need to get to the doctor ASAP, but first you need to know how the hell did Ethan know where you lived, and you could only think of one person to help you with this.

You grabbed your bag and peep to see if there’s any signs of Ethan outside. No one is there. Great. Time to go out.

“Hey Y/N! I wasn’t expecti- “

Jackson cuts his own words when he sees your distress face and that you’re holding your left hand with help of the right one, it’s clear that you’ve somehow injured. At this point, your left hand starts to feel numb, the pain not going away at all. “What happened?”

“Are you okay?” asks Amy by his side and worried as well

“Ethan happened” you respond to Jackson and then you look towards Amy “Honestly I’m not okay, my hand is aching like a bitch”

“What? He did this to you?” says Jackson surprised – you can’t blame him; you were as surprised as him with Ethan’s behavior – and you just shake your head “I kinda did this to myself when I punched him in the face”

Jackson’s face has a question mark drawn all over it by now and you continue talking while sighing “That’s why I’m here. Jackson, is there any way that he could possibly had access to my information? I never gave him my address to begin with but somehow, he ended up at my doorstep”

“He shouldn’t have, it’s illegal to pull confidential information about the clients, but I guess that’s possible if he somehow got to Amy’s computer” says Jackson turning his head towards an outraged Amy and now speaking to her “Check when the last time is that someone accessed Y/N’s information and we’ll check the cameras to see who it was”

“On it” says Amy turning her body quickly towards the computer.

Jackson takes a few steps closer to you and softly grabs your left hand. You hiss and he mumbles a soft “Sorry”. After checking it, he says “I’m no doctor but it’s possible that you broke your hand, it’s already swealing up too much, you need to go to the hospital right now. You want me to go with you or maybe I can call JK?”

“Don’t worry about it, the hospital is near JK’s house, I’ll go over to his place and then to the doctor”

“Okay. Listen, I’ll talk to my boss about this, even if we found out that Ethan wasn’t the one to pull your information, I’ll make sure that his access to the gym gets revoked, so you don’t have to deal with him here anymore”

“Thank you so much Jackson, I’ll get going”

You exchanged greetings with Amy who was still checking the information from the computer. You had called an Uber a few minutes ago and Jackson offered to walk you out to the car – just to be safe he said -, even though you don’t think that Ethan is going to show up but then again, you never thought that he could be capable of showing up at your place and trying to force you into kissing him.

“I’ll let you know once we found out if someone pulled the information from our data base”

You nod at him and give him a quick hug before he shuts the car’s door of your Uber. You need to see your boyfriend right now.

Anger is all he can feel. He’s seeing red. He feels like a fool, like an idiot. Once again, seems like history is re-repeating. Always the same ending.

His doorbell rings announcing you’re here. He exhales trying to compose himself and he goes towards the entrance to open the door.

You sigh at the sight of your boyfriend. Finally.

“Hi baby. Sorry I took long to get here”

He scoffs while turning away and walking towards his living room without giving you a kiss “Yeah, I’m pretty sure what had you busy”

You follow his steps sensing his weird behavior “Is there something wrong?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows

“I don’t know, Y/N” says Jungkook with an unrecognizable tone. He proceeds to grab his phone and shove the screen right up your face surprising you “You tell me”

Pictures of Ethan kissing you. You only got a glimpse of the screen and saw that an unknown number had sent him the pictures along with a message saying, “You should know that your little girlfriend has been having fun for a while with Ethan”.

You froze in place. Your mind was spiraling. Was it all orchestrated by Ethan and someone else?

“I can explain it”

“Explain what? That you’re just the same as Lina and my ex? That you’re a slut? That you’ve been cheating on me? The guy is at your place, at your fucking apartment, Y/N! Since when has these been going on, huh? How many more beds have you been jumping on?” he screams at you.

You feel a pang in your chest. As if he’s taking your heart with his hand and slowly squeezing it. He’s spitting venom. You don’t even recognize him anymore. You don’t even think when your right-hand slaps him right on the face to stop him talking shit about you.

Tears are falling nonstop from your eyes when Jungkook turns to look at you with his eyes wide open. Did you really slap him?

He knows he went too far, while he was spitting all his venom on you, he saw how your face twisted in pain, but he’s fucking angry, and he can’t stop repeating in his mind that fucking image of Ethan and you kissing each other.

“Is that what you think about me after 10 fucking months together? After I confided to you how much it fucked me up that my dad cheated on my mum?”

He stays silent for a bit, probably unsure what to say.

“You see this?” You lift your left hand with all the pain stinging right through you, your hand is swelled up to its maximum now and Jungkook’s eyes almost pop out of his head seeing you injured, he instinctively steps closer to grab it and you take a step back “This is what happened after Ethan barged in my place and kissed me out of nowhere. I punched his face so hard that I probably broke something in my hand. But I guess no one sent you that picture, huh?”

Jungkook is frozen. He immediately forgets all of the anger he felt two seconds ago and just looks at you with big, scared eyes while your words slowly sink in and realizes he made a terrible mistake. He’s about to speak but you cut him off before he can say anything.

“It took longer to me to get here because I went to the gym to talk to Jackson because it’s the only place where Ethan could have pulled my address information, I never gave it to him”

He fucked up. Big time. He was so absorbed in the discussion but as soon as you explained what happened it feels like all energy is sucked out of him.

“But hey - good thing now I know what you really think about me”

“Baby, I-I’m- “. His voice sounding a little shaky. He starts to tear up all of the sudden.

“Don’t, Jungkook” you cut him off once again “You do realize that when I saw Lina kissing you at that night club you weren’t even my boyfriend, but I had let you explain what did really happen that night and I fucking believed you. We have been together for almost a year, and you didn’t even let me talk, you just figured out that what makes sense it’s that I’m…” you gulp, and more tears fall on your cheeks before continuing “…a slut”

Jungkook looks at you defeated with watery eyes before more tears start to slip from his eyes and he hastily wipes them away.

“I’m so s-sorry baby I wasn’t thinking clearly, it was an impulse. I-I was so angry an-“

“Save it. I’m done” you say with the coldest tone ever. He steps closer to you wanting to hug you and you shake your head and lift your right hand stopping him before the most painful words that you’ve ever said come out of your lips “I’m breaking up with you”

“What? No, d-don’t say that, you don’t mean it”

“I mean every part of it. I’m done with you, Jungkook. And I’m done with us”

“N-no, please baby, let’s talk this through”

“Talk? You already made it pretty clear what you think about me. You don’t trust me; you never did, and I fucking knew it all this time. If you did trust me, you would have listened my explanation and not just assume that I was cheating on you”

You begin to turn your heels to leave the apartment when Jungkook suddenly stops you and hugs your body.

“Let go of me, Jungkook”

“N-no”

“Let-me-go” you beg – even if you feel how your heart is breaking slowly – “You’re making it so hard for me to leave—” you cry in his arms and he feels like shit, he feels like an asshole for making you suffer, he can’t stand seeing you like this.

“Then don’t leave. Stay” he softly says cupping your face, but you can’t even look him in the eyes. Not after hearing all the shit that he said about you, you can’t see him the same way you did before.

With your only good hand you grab his and remove it from your face. You take some steps away from him and say “It’s not going to work out. I know because I’ve gone through this before. I’m doing us a favor”

He bursts crying even more. His body spasming. He is hurting. You both are.

You love him so deeply that you’re feeling like all the air is being sucked from your lungs, but you also know where your boundaries are settled. You have been through this in previous experiences, and you don’t want to repeat your mistakes. Did he ever love you? How could you say such things to someone you love? – your mind is definitely ruining you.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase, a simple fight can turn into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

Your heart is scattered all over the place. You don’t even know how you’ll be able to pick up the pieces or if it’s going to be possible at all to even reassemble it.

“Don’t do this, please. I love you Y/N” he pleads hoping that you believe his words, that you see how hopelessly in love he is because he really means every word he said. But your next words feel like a stab right through his heart.

“I don’t think you know what loving someone means”

With that being said, you turned your heels and walked out of Jungkook’s apartment.

The moment you step out of it, he broke crying on his knees. He knew it the moment he saw your eyes full of tears, he knew it when you said you were breaking up with him.

He knew he had lost you.

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jinanreona · 4 months ago

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@fireandfae sent:

“I hear it is your birthday once again, Kingscholar.” The smile on Malleus's face could almost be called a smirk as he holds out a package wrapped in a material so dark and light it is more akin to a shadow than to any sort of wrapping.

“The souvenir Lilia brought back from his visit to your homeland gave me the idea.” As soon as Leona opens the gift it will dissolve into a shower of magic before settling over his head as a blanket. Woven of the finest thread and embroidered over in sliver thread with the image of a sleeping cat across the front.

“Weaving is not quite the same as beading, but the arts are rather similar wouldn’t you agree? And as you seem to always be seeking for warmth, I assumed a blanket would be rather fitting.” He glances over his shoulder at the party behind them before turning back to Leona.

“My second gift is an invitation. Meet me beneath the stars when your celebration ends, and I shall offer you a dance.”

It seemed the other had learned from last year and had made an appearance at his party this year. Good. Though the mischievous smirk makes Leona second guess how good it was to have the other's presence...

Sure enough, Malleus's simple introduction is enough to annoy the lion, rolling his eyes at the mere mention of that trip. "I was just rushing him," he quips back, wishing Lilia would have kept quiet about that whole ordeal. Couldn't the guy have gone and gotten him some other souvenir so he'd forget the stupid coaster?

Still, he accepts the gift with a soft huff, opening it only for his tail to puff up when the sudden weight of the blanket settles over him. The initial shock wears off quickly enough, Leona feeling the material of the blanket as he studies the design. "Oh... a cat," he observes, tone as flat as his pinned down ears.

He doesn't make a move to remove it beyond pulling it off of his ears so it hangs over his shoulders like a cape instead. Offensive imagery or not, he couldn't deny the quality of the blanket, each stitch proving to have been made by a fine craftsman. Unfortunately, it made for a comfortable, oversized blanket that he saw himself using in his room. Ugh, the jerk...

If Malleus thought that would save him from any future troubles, he was of course dead wrong. But given he'd gone to the trouble of getting Leona a gift, he supposed the dragon could have this fleeting moment of hope... for now.

"Aren't you generous~," he teases, donning his own smirk at his second gift in the form of a dance. "Sounds more like a reward for you~" After all, the other was very willing to indulge in one any time with anyone who would ask.

"But fine, it'd be rude to say no to a gift. I'll find you after the party, so don't forget~" He wouldn't admit as much, but he was looking forward to this. After dealing with group after group of people yelling for his attention, it sounded nice to sneak away under the cover of night if only for a few moments. Sure, Malleus would be there, but the guy wasn't as annoying as some of the loudmouths in his dorm.

The other looks pleased with himself, seemingly proud at his gifts being accepted. The lion merely rolls his eyes before shoving at the other's arm to get him moving. "Alright, quit gawking. Go eat something. You'll need it for later." Gesturing towards the table with the buffet, he doesn't wait for Malleus's response before he turns on his heel and leaves him to his own devices. Given the healthy distance the others were keeping from the dragon, Leona doubted he'd have trouble finding him later. And even if the other would manage to slip away, Leona could find his way back to him easily.

#;; ic #fireandfae #// a snuggie and a dance huh #// this sounds more like a gift for mal hmm 🤔🤔🤔#// not him putting a cat on it 😭😭😭 THE DISRESPECT #// mal will regret this :/ just you wait

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6: First Light

A/N: It’s Tech Tuesday! Does a little dance! Tech, Tech, Tech, TECH!

Warnings: canon violence, it’s the Batch, what could go wrong 🥲, Stitch reveals a secret and there’s lots of shooting.

Word Count: 4.2k+

Masterlist

“What the hell is that?” Wrecker’s disgusted voice came through the com in your helmet and you had to agree.

“It is a Nau’ur-class yacht. Designed and made by Kalevala Spaceworks. The sublight engines can reach speeds of…” Tech’s voice filtered through and you gave the tiniest smile.

“I didn’t need a lecture. I was just saying it’s ugly,” Wrecker grumbled.

“Ah. Yes. It is rather garish. In line with his eccentric extravagance, I’m assuming.”

“Cut the chatter fellas,” came Hunter’s command and the com fell silent. You stood to the side of the busy street, your HUD working overtime with all the information it was feeding you. The case of credits was clutched in your hand with Wrecker protectively at your shoulder. I got this, I got this, repeated in your mind on a loop as your fingers fidgeted.

The utility belt felt tight around your waist, the straps cutting into your thigh even though they weren’t. Tech had adjusted them for you back on the Marauder and you were grateful to be wearing your helmet at the time. Even Tech would have noticed the glint in your eye and the nervous bite of your lip as his fingers brushed your thigh.

The yacht in question was called First Light. It stood tall on the landing pad, your neck protested as you looked up at the structure; it was so tall. You’d never seen anything like it before. Most of the embellishments were gold and you wondered what exactly what sort of crime paid so much.

An entire world resided in this ship, you knew there was a club on here and a bar, obviously some residential areas for the guards and right at the top of it all were Dryden Vos’ personal quarters. The lift entrance was the only way in and it took you right to the main deck.

“Remember, walk in like you belong there,” Hunter said firmly into your com.

“Yes. Switching channels.” Your screen told you the connection had been made. “Tech, do you read me?”

“Loud and clear,” came his crisp response. You already felt better knowing that Tech was going to be in your ear the whole time, his voice calmed you more than anything else.

“Ok.” You released a long breath, imagining your anxiety was leaving you through the filters in your helmet. “Ready, Wrecker?”

“I’m always ready,” he rumbled, clashing his knuckles together and cracking his neck.

There was a lull in the crowd, a clear path through the throng of bodies and you took it. Your steps were confident, striding across the street with Wrecker looming behind you. When people noticed him they stopped and gawked, eyes widening as they skirted round him. No doubt he was enjoying this immensely.

The crowd thinned as you walked onto the landing pad, the guards tensed, hands tightening on their weapons at your approach.

“Hylobon Enforcers,” Tech’s voice whispered calmly in your ear. “You will need to gain entry.” You tried to walk through them but you were stopped by the black and gold JND-41 they carried. The force of it made you backup a step into Wrecker, who growled a warning.

“Where do you think you’re going?” One of them asked.

“I am here to see Dryden Vos,” you replied, trying to sound menacing. You glared at them from behind your helmet as they broke out into laughter.

“Do you have an appointment?” One teased, only for Wrecker to manoeuvre himself before you. You had no choice but to let him; he planted a huge hand on your chest and moved you back a few paces, taking your place before the guards. They stopped laughing, faces growing serious and raised their weapons.

“We don’t need, an appointment,” he snarled.

“I think you do,” one retorted with a narrowing of his eyes. “No one just walks in to see the boss. You need to be invited.”

“Stand down.” You demanded, not sure where this voice came from and even Wrecker glanced at you in surprise over his shoulder. Lifting the case of credits you waved it nonchalantly. “Is this enough incentive?” They hesitated, knowing exactly what was in the case and one stepped aside to quietly com up to the top of the ship. Crossing your arms you adopted the irritated Hunter stance, tilting your head and hoping you were giving off the impression of being bored with waiting. Finally he returned and nodded you both towards the doorway.

“You’ll be met on the main deck.” Giving a single nod you led Wrecker into the ship. The light was golden, coming from glow panels all around. Another guard gestured to you in a doorway and ordered you hand your weapons over.

“You have no choice,” Tech pressed as both you and Wrecker hesitated. You still didn’t know what you were doing with yours so you handed it over quickly. Wrecker pulled his DC-17 free, turning it over in his hands before dumping it down loudly. Next he unsheathed his vibroknife and threw it to join the rest.

“Go on then,” the guard muttered and pointed to the lift. As soon as the doors closed you bent over and let out a shaky breath.

“Well done. Be aware there may be surveillance within the lift.” At the sound of Tech’s voice you dropped to a knee and began to fiddle with the gription on your greave.

“I was ready to knock those two out,” Wrecker said out loud.

“Thankfully it wasn’t necessary. Get ready, you’re approaching the main deck.” Straightening up you squared your shoulders, just as the doors slid open to reveal a wide deck full of people.

The same golden light ran through here, shining on the sea of faces that all laughed and joked over the music that was playing. Wrecker had to gently push you through the doors, encouraging you to step forward into the room. You were thankful for your helmet covering your face because you had no doubt it had a look of vivid horror expressed. This was your worst kind of scene.

You flinched at some loud laughter, hating the way your heart jumped and began to flutter with fright in your chest. A cold feeling seeped into your bones, curling through your body like smoke but you just took it as a new sense of dread.

“Welcome,” a smooth voice came through your helmet. “What is your business?” Your eyes focused on the female approaching. She was in a long black shimmer silk gown looking fiercely glamorous. Her skin was chalk like and had lines all over it giving the impression she was cracked.

“Fascinating, an Imroosian,” Tech breathed in your ear.

“We are here to do business with your boss,” you stated, holding up the case and hoping she took the bait. Her brown eyes looked you up and down, glancing at Wrecker who stood ominously behind you and a small smile curved on her plump white lips.

“This way.” People moved aside for her as she glided through them. Wrecker attracted too much attention for your liking and it took all your control not to put your head down and ignore everyone.

Your HUD kept scanning, information popped up far too quickly for you to see but you did notice the Imperial officers standing to one side.

“Tech…” you whispered fearfully.

“Keep walking. Don’t look in their direction.” The Imroosian led you to another lift, this one smaller.

“He is waiting for you,” she said and pushed the button.

“This is too easy,” you gasped.

“Yeah. I don’t like it,” Wrecker agreed just as the doors opened to reveal Dryden’s personal quarters.

“Ah!” You were shocked at who approached.

He was tall, blond hair and an easy, but overly friendly smile on his face. Hands spread wide in a welcoming gesture, his cape swishing with his movements. As he drew closer you saw the markings on his face that looked like scars.

The sense of cold dread twisted inside you, stealing your breath for a second until you managed to bring yourself back, but the sensation didn’t leave. Pooling heavily in your stomach you felt sick and sluggish. “You must be the plucky little lady that tried to walk onto my ship.” His suspicious gaze slid between you and Wrecker. “I don’t believe I know who you are, yet you clearly know who I am, and that puts me at a disadvantage.” His smile was fixed and deadly. “I don’t like being at a disadvantage, especially when I’m about to do business.” You didn’t miss the veiled threat behind his words and you resisted the urge to clear your throat before talking.

“I am—Stitch and this is my guard,” you waved a hand vaguely in Wrecker’s direction.

“Does he have a name?” Neither of you offered one and Dryden’s smile stayed forced, a hardness reaching his eyes. “Let’s sit, shall we?” He moved aside and for the first time you got a proper glimpse at what was before you.

Two seats curved in the middle facing one another with a low table between them. There was an unmanned bar to the side but the rest of the space was filled with things. It was clear he was a collector, anything he deemed worthy was brought here and put on display. You even saw a Mandalorian suit of armour to one side and at the far end was clearly a desk with a holo inside. All of this dropped to the wayside as you headed to sit down but your feet carried on moving until you were standing before his desk.

“Stitch?” You couldn’t risk answering Tech right now, you barely heard him because you could feel the energy radiating off this—rock.

It was black, with writing you couldn’t decipher down the front. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before, the writing ingrained with something red and flaking with age. A high pitched ringing started in the depths of your ears, heightening the weaving threads of sickening dread through your body.

The rock was attached to one side of his desk, holding it up, the point coming through the surface like it had been stabbed through.

“Ah, you like this do you? Pulled it from a Sith Temple myself, still need to find someone who can decipher it though.” Your sick feeling intensified the closer you got, part of you wanted to touch it, the other half wanted to recoil and run away screaming. You were sure if you touched the obsidian, it would burn you.

“I have received intel that you have an Imperial droid in your possession.” You weren’t sure if it was your imagination or if Tech actually breathed a sigh of relief when you spoke.

“So what if I have?” Dryden replied slyly. A droid with only half a head served a tray of drinks and you couldn’t help thinking where the rest of it was. You took one of the glasses and stood awkwardly holding it, realising you didn’t want to take your helmet off. “Sit, relax,” the Crime boss encouraged.

Uneasily you perched on one of the curved benches and eyed the man who lounged so comfortably before you. Wrecker stayed standing, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared Dryden down, ignoring the guards posted around the room.

“So the droid,” you started but Dryden held up his hand and leaned forward.

“Stitch, was it? Yes. I can’t do business with you from behind that helmet.” Your hands were beginning to sweat in your gloves and you flexed your fingers.

“We won't be staying that long,” Wrecker grunted and Dryden smiled.

“He speaks! How wonderful.” Dryden stood up suddenly, adjusting his tunic and you froze. “Take him.” You cowered automatically as Wrecker burst into action, throwing a guard over the seat and another into a rack of artefacts that shattered from the force.

“This went sour very quickly,” Tech announced over the noise. “We’re coming.” You tried to run but a hand grabbed the back of your neck, hauling you into the grip of Dryden Vos. He ignored the chaos around him as Wrecker tried to get to you, taking blow after blow on his armour until he was shot in the shoulder and brought to his knees, snarling through the pain.

The marks on Dryden’s face flared with an inner red light and you tried to keep breathing. “You know, only one, maybe two people know I have an Imperial droid in my possession. I am very curious to know who you are and how you know this,” he spoke in a frustrated rush, teeth pressing together and he brought his face so close to you. “Time for this to come off.”

“Stitch!” You heard Tech’s cry just as the helmet was worked off your head and tossed to the side. A ringing sound was clawing at your mind, the cold feeling was spreading, working its way up your spine as Dryden pressed you down, forcefully bending you flat onto his desk. Automatically your hands rose to claw at the pressure on your throat, a tear leaked from the corner of your eyes and your lips trembled.

“Why, you’re just a frightened…girl.” His face scrunched up in empty amusement as he looked your entire body up and down. “Who sent you?” Now your lips clamped together, if you said who sent you it meant betraying the boys and you couldn’t do that. Wrecker snarled and made another attempt to get to you, only to be downed by an electro staff. You helplessly watched as the blue bolts flickered over his body, making him cry out in pain.

“Stop!” You whimpered, closing your eyes in fright when Dryden shook you.

“Who sent you??” He bellowed.

“Boss.”

“WHAT?” Dryden yelled over his shoulder at the guard who interrupted him.

“They’re coming to get her.”

“Ahhh. So you’re not alone,” he breathed. “Let them come. I will get answers.” You opened your eyes to look at Wrecker. He was slumped in their grip, the pain evident with each breath he took. But your tear filled gaze was drawn to the point of obsidian as it protruded from the table, you could reach it. If you stretched, your fingers would brush the edge and then…the call would be answered.

“Tech…”

“We have to extract them,” was all he said as he slipped his data pad away and drew his blasters.

“We need a plan!” Echo called but Tech was already on the move towards the tall ship. Hunter drew his own and followed his brother, motioning for Echo to go left. Tech shot the two guards with ease at the entrance, allowing Hunter to slip through the door and take out the one in the weapon holding area.

Tech vaulted over the counter, grabbing yours and Wrecker’s weapons, favouring Wrecker’s for the time being. The three of them stepped into the lift.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Hunter rasped through his helmet.

“There are guards around the edge of each room,” Tech started, holding his datapad with one hand. “They have yet to be alerted to our presence and so the element of surprise is still in our favour.” He paused for a second. “We said we would extract them, that is what we are doing.”

“Some planning first would be a fine idea,” muttered Echo as he watched the lights on the lift, his blaster held up and ready.

“We do not have the luxury of time. They have overpowered Wrecker, something we did not consider. Stitch is in danger,” he said simply.

“She knew the risks,” Hunter reminded him quietly.

“Most of the people on this vessel are without weapons and are civilians, only the Hylobon Enforcers are armed. The plan is to take out as many as possible,” he levelled the comment at Echo followed by a brief look with his eyes before hefting up Wrecker’s weapon and readying himself.

“Get ready,” Hunter said, settling on his front foot, his knife was out and he rested his blaster above it. The doors opened and Tech advanced.

At first nothing happened until he took out the first guard and the screams began. People scrambled out of their way, Tech took point down the middle, aiming up to the next level and taking out a guard that toppled over the railing. Echo went left, shooting the guards on his side while Hunter went right, none of them missed and soon they were in the lift to reach Dryden’s quarters.

Not a word was spoken. They were in this together, knowing the way each other moved without communicating it. They didn’t leave one of their own behind and it drove them into the blank mindset they needed to just act.

The doors were barely open and Echo slipped through, taking down two guards that stood over Wrecker. Hunter followed, swiping his vibroblade up and slashing the guard who rushed at Echo from the right. But Tech advanced straight down the middle, he had Dryden Vos in his sight and he felt the bounce of the trigger under his finger, but something made him pause.

You were flat on the table, your head turned to look at your hand, fingertips touching the obsidian block that poked through the surface. Tilting his head he held up a fist, bringing his brothers to a halt beside him.

“Can you feel that?” Hunter asked as he shuddered.

Tech moved around to get a better look, he expected Dryden to move, shout, do something, but the near human couldn’t move. His hand was round your neck still but your other hand was plastered over his face. Through your fingers Tech could pick out the bright details of Dryden’s skin and the white of his eyes. His HUD told him the Syndicate boss's heart rate was accelerating to dangerous numbers and he knew you were doing something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

As he checked your stats and he saw whatever it was…it was hurting you both. Without thinking he shouldered Dryden out of the way, not caring as he dropped to the floor in a heap, gasping for breath like he’d been drowning. Now Tech could observe you fully.

“What’s she doing? Is she all right?” Hunter asked as he came up beside Tech, holding your helmet in his hands.

“I don’t know. I have my assumptions but they will have to wait.” Gently Tech used the end of the weapon to edge your fingers away from the block of obsidian, his eyes taking note of how your entire body relaxed when the contact was broken. Your eyes fluttered open and you breathed quietly, much to his relief.

“Stitch?” Wrecker leaned heavily on Echo, peering over Tech’s shoulder. “She touched the thing and she went all quiet and so did he,” he growled. “I couldn’t help her.”

“It’s not your fault, Wrecker,” Tech reassured him. “Once again Cid’s lack of intel has been our downfall.” He handed the weapon over, gingerly reaching for your arm and hesitantly touching you before snatching his hand away.

“We don’t have time for this,” growled Hunter and he moved forward to help you up but Tech stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“If you touch her I cannot guarantee her reaction. Hunter, she may still be under the influence.”

“Of what?” Echo snapped.

“When I first saw it through Stitch’s feed I tried to find what I could about it,” he explained in a rush. “I verified it and the writing is indeed Sith. Vos didn’t seem to be lying about it coming from a Sith temple.”

“She’s cursed?” Gasped Wrecker.

“No,” Tech glanced up at his squad and saw them all staring worriedly at you still flat on the table. “I would need to analyse a sample of her DNA…”

“We are out of time,” Echo hissed and extracted himself from under Wrecker’s arm as more guards poured into the room. Tech hunched over you, taking a few glancing shots off his armour before drawing his twin blasters, spinning as he fell to his knee and shooting at the guards with deadly accuracy. They kept piling out of the lift, each one shot down before they could get a decent shot off and then it all stopped.

“There will be another wave,” Tech said. “They can only fit approximately 20 in the lift at a time and we have cleared only a third of their forces.”

“Get her up,” Hunter ordered. “We need to move or we’re all going to die on this yacht.” Tech holstered his weapons and turned back to you. He almost wanted to apologise when he pulled on your arm, lifting you to a sitting position. You moaned groggily, your head lolling onto his spaulder as he draped your arm across the back of his neck and wrapped an arm round your body.

“Tech,” you whispered.

“I have got you,” he murmured through his helmet. “I need you to walk.”

“Here,” Hunter carefully slipped the helmet back over your head. “We’ll go after the next wave.” Sure enough more guards spilled through the open doors. Blaster shots were firing in all directions and Tech dragged you to some cover. Keeping his arm around you as he fired with the other between the artefacts he was hiding behind.

“Don’t let her escape!” Dryden shouted over the noise. “Catch her! Kill the rest!” He spat, pointing at you. Tech’s helmet swivelled round, his blaster was about to follow but Wrecker got there first, kicking the Crime Lord in the face while never missing a shot.

It was a slow progress leaving the ship but never once did you lose Tech’s support. The others crowded round making sure you had cover, eventually leaving through the main entrance and breaking across the landing pad.

“We are going to draw unwanted attention,” shouted Tech, his eyes looking around for cover.

“Get back to the Marauder. Now!” Hunter demanded. “Go, Tech!” He didn’t need to be told twice. He dragged you along, every step made your legs wobble but you desperately tried to keep going and not slow him down. Suddenly he veered off down a side street, hunching over you in the dark until the troopers had passed.

Soon enough he deposited you in a chair in the cockpit, hearing your sigh of relief that you were finally back. Not quite safe yet, but back. Explosions could be heard beyond the hull and Tech looked up from the controls of the ship.

“Wrecker found some explosives,” was all he said. The engines roared to life and he began to move the ship round as the others ran into view, Wrecker still firing and covering their backs. As soon as they were on board Tech was closing the ramp, leaving Kafrene as quickly as he could, blowing over the troopers heads and heading out into the black.

As soon as you were in Hyperspace you forced yourself to get up. Tech was there at your side, his arms coming up when you stumbled but he didn’t touch you. You had no idea what had happened to you or why you felt like you’d been through a rock crusher and fallen out the other side.

Wrecker on the other hand, you could deal with. Hunter was already helping in getting his armour off, lifting the spaulder so you could see the carbon scouring on his padding from the shot. It was a lucky shot, passing between two plates of armour and burning down to his skin.

“Wait,” you stopped Hunter and he moved aside, exchanging a look with Tech behind your back. Wrecker had his eyes closed, his face screwed up and turned away from the pain. “Get the kit.” You weren’t sure if you were speaking at normal volume, the ringing was still going at the back of your mind. Hunter opened it and placed it beside you. Gently you pressed a hand to the side of Wrecker’s face, his eyes opened to look at you, one grey and worried, the other so very white. “This is going to hurt,” you warned him and he swallowed.

“I know. Do it.” Carefully you peeled aside his clothing, hearing his grunt of pain and seeing him tense against the wall of the ship. Tech crouched down next to you already pulling out the spray and a dressing. With one last gentle tug you freed the material from the skin and Wrecker snarled, his fist smashing into the wall.

“Easy, Wrecker.” Hunter said. You took the spray from Tech and applied it liberally to the tortured skin, making a note of the way Wrecker’s face relaxed as the pain dulled slightly. With skilled fingers you dressed the wound with a bacta patch and sat back.

Exhaustion filtered through your body and Tech had to react quickly to catch you before you hit the floor. “I’m ok,” you breathed. “Just tired,” you told him. Gazing up into his goggles you smiled a little. “You came for me.”

“Yes. We don’t leave our own behind.”

#tech tuesday #tech x f!reader #tech x reader(stitch)#tech x reader #tech x you #the bad batch #tech tuesday fic

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nyxnightshade1332 · 1 year ago

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Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

The group stood before a mirror decorated with cards, roses and hearts. Yuu studied it for a moment as she tried to shake off the feeling of familiarity.

"... You want me... to go through there?" She asked, nervous. How the heck am I supposed to go through a mirror?! Her mind raced, imagining the feeling of being tossed around.

She almost jumped when a haned found her shoulder, smacking it hard enough to sting. "Scared?" Ace teased, eyes glinting. The young woman glared at the ginger, rubbing the slap, deciding not to get angry and satisfy Ace. "Nope! You?" She responded in a sing-song tone.

Ace scrambled back, unnerved at her smile. "Hell no!" Ace said. "There's no way I'd be scared."

Yuu felt a small weight against her knee as Grim stood, his forepaws against her knees. "Henchman! Let's goooo!" Grim whined, his tail flicking in agitation. "I wanna seeeeee." Yuu raised an eyebrow. He's like a toddler...

"GUYS!" Deuce called, startling everyone out of their chaos. "Let's go! I don't wanna be late."

Yuu paused before nodding. "Yeah, alright."

The group pushed Ace in first, allowing Yuu to make a reference that she was certain that no one would get.

"Ace? Are you dead?" She called through the mirror.

"No, I'm not dead! Get over here!" He called to them, making her laugh.

"Let's go then!" Grim stated, marching in.

Yuu allowed herself to step through the mirror, eyes shut before being surprised at the cool, late summer breeze that caressed her face. The sweet smell of roses wafted to her nose. It wasn't strong, and it surprisingly didn't make her feel sick.

She opened her eyes when she felt the weight of a certain cat as he crawled up to her shoulders.

"Dang, this place is swank!" His tail brushed past her back. "This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm." He remarked as Yuu opened her eyes, only to be taken aback.

"Hey! Our dorm's a work-in-progress... Woah." Was all she mustered, gawking at the beautiful crimson flowers that decorated the charming dorm.

She walked over, studying the designs, all seemingly keeping with the theme of cards and roses. She reached her hand over to a rose, being gentle in touching its delicate petal. Yuu was mesmerized by the beauty of the dorm, embracing the warm atmosphere before the voice of Ace seemed to shake her out of her trance.

"Yo! Get you but over here!" He called her, earning himself an eye roll.

"I'm coming! Geez! Heaven forbid I wanna look at the flowers!"

Deuce smiled at her. "They're pretty, aren't they?" He asked as she gave him a nod, walking toward the maze.

"Definitely. My grandma used to have a garden like this, but she kept marigolds instead." She recalled. "I loved that garden."

Deuce nodded, walking beside her as Grim hopped off of her shoulders to explore a bit on his own. "That's cool. Do you like flowers, Yuu?"

"A bit. I like drawing them, but keeping them is a different story." She stated, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Totally feel that. I-" Deuce began, cutting himself short as a voice was heard, rhythmic and trendy as it sang.

"Aww yeah, I am getting my paint on!" Yuu looked over, noticing Grim stand on his hind legs, gesturing toward the direction of the voice.

"Hey henchman! Look! Someone's here."

"I can tell." She responded, reaching her chaotic partner.

"They all gotta be red, or it's 'off with my head'!" The voice, revealed to belong to another ginger haired boy sang, a clear attempt to destress as he rushed about being made. Beneath his right eye, a painted red diamond decorated his face, which was framed by his long, orange hair.

Yuu felt herself frown slightly. Something about this scene seemed familiar to her. "... Strange. I could have sworn I'd seen this before." She remarked, tapping her chin.

Suddenly alert, the young man paused in his work, raising an eyebrow. "Ummm... You guys need something, or?" He asked, tilting his head in a cute, non-threatening way.

"What are you doing there?" Ace snapped, Yuu sending a glare in his direction.

"Ace. Don't be rude."

"Are you blind? I'm painting these roses red, duh." The diamond boy said, tone playful and teasing as he climbed down from his ladder.

"What? Why?!" Deuce yelped, visibly confused.

Diamond boy laughed, tone somewhat condescending. "So naïve, you put the 'n' in newb." His face seemed to light up somewhat as he made his way closer to the group.

"Hold the phone, I know you!" The boy's face was dangerously close to her. Yuu moved to the side. What an odd boy...

"You're the ones who broke a billion-thaumark chandelier and nearly got expelled for it, yeah?"

"Wow. Okay. That's one way to start a conversation." Yuu looked at him.

"That chandelier is gonna haunt us till the day we graduate, isn't it?" Ace groaned, tugging at the collar. This seemed to earn him the interest of the taller boy, as he immediately flew over to him like a flock of pigeons toward a dropped bread snack.

"And you! You're the one who ate the housewarden's tart that same night! You guys are THE hot topic around campus! I've gotta get in on this fleeting fame." The taller ginger pulled the group closer, smiling.

"I'm just gonna grab a selfie real quick..." He pulled an object out his pocket, lifting it at an upper angle. A phone, Yuu thought, surprised by the sudden picture.

"It's cool if I post this on Magicam, right? Gimme your names so I can tag you."

"I'm Deuce Spade." Deuce gave a respectful bow, tone so polite that it resembled how Yuu would speak to her parents, aunts and uncles, and grandparents. She had to force herself not to chuckle at Deuce's antics.

"Ace." Ace, however, didn't really pay much respect, instead opting for a more uninterested introduction.

"I'm Grim, and that's my henchman, Yuu." Grim stated, patting her on the back of the head. She, annoyed with the force behind the cat's smacks, grabbed him, holding him beneath the arms.

"Grim." She warned, trying to meet the cat monster's half-lidded eyes.

The new guys fingers danced on his screen, swiftly typing in a message before hitting the blue button. "Aaaand... Uploaded! Sweet." He turned toward the young woman, extending his hand out to her.

"Oh, I'm Cater Diamond, by the way. I'm a junior here at Heartslabyul." He introduced himself, cool and casual. "But Cater is fine. Or Cay-Cay if you're cray-cray! Soooo nice to meetcha." Yuu cringed internally at the line. Yikes. That one hurt my soul.

Regardless of Cater's very cringy line, Yuu met his hand. "It's a pleasure." She smiled brightly.

"Ah, you're the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? Like, I can't believe you actually live there!" Cater chirped teasingly. "It's all gloomy and looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could salvage THAT dump." Yuu's smile dampened.

"I mean... It's either the Ramshackle house or the streets." She stated, looking at Cater. "I dunno about you, but I would rather not resemble a troll."

"Y'know, you've done nothin' but diss us here, pal!" Grim grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Cater.

The boy, in response, ignored the pointed responses from the Ramshackle students, suddenly moving away.

"Gah, what am I doing? I don't have time to chat!" He yelped, running around the back of the tree to pick up a bucket of paint.

"The party's tomorrow. If we're not ready, it's 'off with my head'!" He recited, bringing some unease into Yuu's heart.

"What a morbid line..." She muttered, subconsciously moving herself away from him.

Cater, not noticing her change in behavior, looked at the group. "Hey, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?" He called.

"Yeah, uh..." Ace looked at Cater strangely. "Why are you doing that exactly?"

"The queen likes her roses red." A memory surfaced in her mind, making Yuu frown deeply.

"Because red roses are so much more photogenic! Or...something...?" Cater stated, unsure. "And after that, I've gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament." He handed the group a couple of paint brushes as he spoke before pausing. "And that means coloring all the flamingos..." He sighed, exhausted from the thought of it.

"...You certainly have some strange chores to complete..." Yuu stated, looking incredulously at the brush in her hand.

"You're colorin' flamingos now? Isn't anything the right color around here?!" Grim yelped.

"Now it's coming into focus, Ace. That tart you ate must have been for the housewarden's birthday. That explains his reaction!" Deuce reasoned, turning to look at Ace, who seemed about to accept that before Cater chimed in.

"Oh, no, it's not Riddle's birthday." He said dismissing the idea.

"It's not? Then whose birthday is it?" Ace questioned, confusion on his features.

It isn't anyone's birthday, silly! Tomorrow is our dorm's traditional unbirthday party." Cater explained. "It's a special tea party we throw when no one has a birthday—if the housewarden feels like it."

Yuu felt as if she knew what it was, however, her mind seemed to fog as she attempted to recall where she'd heard of that. "You guys celebrate not having a birthday here?" She asked. "Excuse my tone, but... y'all are weird." She rubbed her stomach.

"Dude. We're not weird! Anyway... why would you do that?" Ace asked, swatting Yuu away.

"Ugh! Again with the questions!" Cater said, exasperated as he lifted the paintbrush. "Listen, I need these roses to be red. Like, yesterday. Can't you guys help out with magic or something?" Cater asked.

"Oh, but Ace is on magical house arrest," Cater added, making Ace flinch. "and Yuu is a total normie, so you two better stick to regular paint."

"I beg your pardon?" Yuu narrowed her eyes, unable to help her flaring temper. "'Normie'?" She repeated.

"Whoops! Looks like I touched a nerve!" Cater yelped, noting her venomous gaze. "Sorry, sorry." He chuckled. "I just meant you can't use magic!" He held his hands up.

Yuu gave an exhale, attempting to calm herself. "You know what? Fine. But insult me again and you're in trouble." She grumbled, walking away, Cater chuckling nervously at how quickly her mood had shifted.

"Recolor the roses with magic..." Deuce muttered contemplatively.

"Can't say I've ever done this before." Grim stated as he examined the rose bush.

"Relax, it'll be fine. You got this! But maybe do it before I lose my head? K-thanx!" Cater said before he began to tutor the group.

Yuu squinted, looking at the fine crevices of the rose before she stood, finding a variety of brushes. "If I am to paint roses, I might as well make them look decent and not break their petals." She murmured.

Chapter 4

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The Parent Trap

prompt: modern steve and eddie separate their daughters from a young age. when they inevitably find each other, they do everything in their power to get their parents back together.

cw: allusions to mental illness, cheating

wc: 3.5k

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"Excuse me?"

Diana Harrington knocked on the door to her new home for the next nine months. She peered around the room, spotting her supposed roommate perched on a desk chair, organizing her designated bookshelf.

"Yeah?" The girl hollered over her shoulder.

"Are you Adeline Munson?"

"Yeah, you must be Harrington." She continued to sort books on her shelf.

"I prefer Diana, but yes," she nervously chuckled. "Looks like we're roommates."

"You're very observant," she teased.

"Don't be smart."

"And why not? My dad always told me to be the smartest person in the room."

"Huh, and what does your mom have to say about that?"

"Well..."

She hopped down from her chair and faced Diana. Her eyes widened as they met each others gaze. Diana’s jaw went slack as she backed herself into a wall.

"Oh my god," she gawked.

They each glanced over each of their features. Their curly brown hair, their hazel eyes, their freckled and slightly bumped noses—everything was the same.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"No, what? See what?" Adeline sputtered.

"Are you serious? You could be my twin!"

"Could not..."

"Could too!"

"Ugh, haven't you ever heard of a doppelgänger? That's all this is!"

"Fine, fine, if you insist. You wanna finish telling me about your mom?"

"Well, actually I don't have a mom. She was a surrogate for my dad."

"Aha!"

"What?"

"I don't have a mom either!"

"So? Who cares?" Adeline spun on her heels and continued unpacking her belongings.

"So, I care because it's for the exact same reason!"

"Listen, weirdo, it's just a coincidence. Got that?"

"Can I see a picture of your dad?"

"What? No."

"Please! I'll show you a picture of mine!"

"No."

"Just show me the picture and I'll be done with this nonsense."

"Fine."

She pulled out her phone and showed Diana a few pictures of her dad. Tears came to her eyes as she scrolled through her roommate’s phone. She shakily wiped her eyes before filing through one of her many boxes.

"What on earth are you doing?" Adeline asked.

"Here," she sniffed, "it was a picture of my dad's ex-husband on their wedding day..." As soon as she took the photo from Diana’s hands, you could nearly pinpoint where her breath got caught in her throat. "He's also my biological dad..."

"Oh my god..."

"Adeline... we're twins..."

"Can I see a picture of your dad?" She tried holding back her tears as she forced her words out.

"Yeah, here." She handed her phone over and she completely broke.

"Oh my god... it's true..."

"Oh my god!" They both cheered as they pulled each other into a hug.

"I have a sister!" Diana giggled. "I can't believe it!"

"I can't fucking believe I'm in a goddamn Disney movie."

"Don't be smart."

"Don't tell me what to– oh my god... I have a sister..."

Weeks went on and the girls grew impossibly closer to one another. They were inseparable. Eventually, their first holiday break—Thanksgiving—came and went. As each of the girls went home, Diana spent time with her doting father, and she struck up an idea. One that surely couldn’t fail. She eagerly awaited getting back to her dorm to tell her long-lost sister her impending plan.

"You're mad!" Adeline yelled.

"Why?"

"Because it'll never work!"

"Why not? We're identical aren't we? Tell me why this won't work."

"For starters, we have different accents."

"Okay, with a little practice we can change that."

"I don't know anyone on your side of the family."

"We can teach each other."

"You have a belly button ring."

"We can–"

"No!"

"Make sure our shirts never ride up. Jesus, I wasn't going to suggest you get your belly button pierced."

"Well, pardon me for being scared about it."

"Come on, Ad... this could work..."

"When would we even do it?"

"Over winter break. We can switch for the whole month."

"You do realize we're not twelve and they can just tell us to switch back without even seeing one another."

"But how will they know they're getting the right twin back? Hmm?"

"Fine... we can try it..."

"Oh, really! You mean it?"

"Yeah... I do..."

The girls drafted our study materials for each other and got to work just a few short days later.

"So, this is my boyfriend," Diana said as she opened one of many PowerPoints. "His name is Marcus and he always spends the holidays with us. We've been together for three years. Dad loves him, so play nice, but not too nice."

"Won't be an issue."

"Good. Are you dating anyone that we need to forewarn?"

"Yep, her name is Sam."

"Oh, you're lesbian?"

"Yeah. You have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all. Actually kinda relieved. Now I know for a fact we're not gonna fall for each other's significant others. Makes my life easier."

"Good, glad we're on the same page. Anyway..."

When the fateful day to swap finally came, the girls hyped each other up as they said their goodbyes.

"Okay, so you got everything down?" Diana asked.

"Yeah, yeah... you?"

"Yep..."

"Okay." They hugged one another. "God speed, Di."

"You too, Addy."

Adeline took Diana’s car, dropped her off at the train station, and started heading for Hawkins. Diana rode the train for about two hours before she got 'home' to Indianapolis. She followed along with the address Adeline gave her and and before she knew it, she was there.

Diana struggled a bit to let herself in, but once she crossed the threshold, she held her breathe, and took in everything. There were cute knick-knacks everywhere, as well as a few pieces of art on the walls.

"Addy?" She heard a voice call. Diana stopped in her tracks and tried her best not to cry. "Adeline, is that you?"

"Y-Yeah, dad, it's me! I'm home!"

"Welcome home, honey."

He met her on the staircase of the townhouse and forced her into a hug. She started crying into his shoulder as she held him tighter—she wouldn't mind if he never let go.

"Hey, pumpkin, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Diana sniffed, "I just missed you..."

"Well, I missed you too," he chuckled. "So, what are you feeling for dinner?"

"Pizza?"

"Consider it done. Also, do you wanna invite Sammy over?"

"No, it's fine, I'll see her tomorrow. I just wanna spend time with you tonight, dad."

"Oh, pumpkin... it's good to have you home."

Back in Hawkins, Adeline was doing her best to navigate the small town. She was used to city life—she was astonished she still knew how to operate a car.

"351 Fleetwood Avenue... this is it..." Adeline sighed. "Here goes nothing."

She locked the car and made her way to the side entrance of the house. Before she even got the chance to put her key in, Steve opened the door, letting the dogs run free.

"Hey, bean. Come here and give your old man a hug!"

Adeline dropped her belongings and held the man in a firm embrace. The dogs jumped up and tried getting all the attention, but it was no use.

"It's good to be home, dad..."

"Glad you have you back, sweet pea."

The week went off without a hitch. Both girls were shocked they were getting away with it. Eventually, the day arrived—Christmas—showtime. They had to put on a show for the extended family—or Adeline did, at least.

"Merry Christmas, bean," Steve whispered as he shook Adeline awake.

"Hm? Oh, mornin’, dad."

"You going southern on me?" he teased. "Come on, the whole family's here for the holiday. I have cinnamon rolls in the oven and a cup of coffee with your name on it."

"Thanks," she giggled, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. "I'll be right down."

"Alright, honey."

She quickly drafted up a text message, sending it off, not anticipating the rapid response from her other half.

Adeline: hey merry xmas. how's it going over there?

Diana: pretty well. dads amazing! i can't believe i went my whole life without knowing him! how's dad?

Adeline: ugh amazing. also.. the nickname...

Diana: what, 'bean'? you don't like it??

Adeline: it's just a little odd is all. anyway ill text you later.

Diana: yeah, ill text ya

"Di! Come on!" Steve hollered.

"Coming!"

Adeline ran downstairs and greeted the whole family. She tried containing herself as she met all the new people. She never got holidays like this—it was just always her and Eddie.

"Diana, when's your lovely boyfriend going to be here?" Auntie Eleanor asked.

"Oh, um, noon maybe."

"Can't wait. He's such a hoot."

"Yeah, he sure is." Adeline forced out a chuckle.

"Di, can you help me set the table?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, of course."

Adeline made her way into the kitchen and started gathering plates and silverware. She stretched as far as she could to reach the plates on the top shelf, but continued to struggle, not realizing her shirt had ridden up her abdomen.

"Hey, bean, where's your belly button ring?" Steve uttered.

She froze.

"Oh, um, uh, it must've fallen out," she stammered.

"Why don't you run upstairs and put a new one in so it doesn't close up."

"I'm sure I just lost it in my sleep."

"Bean, just go do it—it's fine, I can set the table."

"Dad, it's okay. I left all my rings in my dorm anyway."

"Now why would you do that?" he chuckled. "Bean, scoot over, let me grab the plates."

The rest of the afternoon seemed to move by smoothly—not a single person seemed to think there was something off. Then, Marcus showed up.

"Hey, love," he smirked.

"Hey, darlin'."

"You two can go chill in the den and catch up," Steve said.

"Thanks, Steve. Come on, love."

The pair walked into the den and Adeline couldn't get away from the man quick enough.

"Don't get too handsy, buddy, or I'll tell Diana."

"Oh, come on, I'll never tell." He grabbed onto her waist and moved his hands down to her hips, not-so-subtly trying to cup her ass.

"Hey, stop it!"

"Come on, what's the harm. It's like you're her."

"You know why I won't let you. One, I'm not you-know-who. Two, it's cheating. Three, I'm gay."

"Okay, but I can change that last one in no time."

"Get off me! I'm not Diana!"

Clang!

Adeline let out a gasp as she faced Steve standing dumbfounded in the hallway. She shoved the scummy man away and gingerly walked towards her estranged father.

"Dad... I-I can explain..."

"You're not Diana..." Tears came to his eyes as he gently pushed her hair back. "Adeline?" She nodded her head before pulling him into a hug. "Oh my god..."

The two fell to the floor and cried into each other's nice Christmas sweaters. The family slowly started crowding around them, curious about all the ruckus.

"What's going on?" Auntie Elenor asked.

"It's Adeline..." Steve sobbed. "Oh, pumpkin, you're so big..."

"Oh, gosh... it's been so long," random family members mumbled.

"Would everyone mind if we got a minute alone?" Steve asked.

The family worked their way out, leaving the long-lost-daughter and father alone. He pushed her hair back and admired all the features he missed out on for nearly two decades.

"My god, you look so much like your father."

"Dad, I'm literally a twin. Nothing new to see," she smiled.

"I know, I know, but... I don't know..." he sighed. "Wait, where's Diana?"

"With dad... I-I mean Eddie."

"Oh, lord, were you girls trying to Parent Trap us?"

"Well, dad, what were you expecting? You separated us!"

"Fair point. Okay, pack your stuff, pumpkin. You gotta go home."

"But dad–"

"Adeline, I'd love nothing more than to spend time with you, but you belong to Eddie... not me..."

"Yeah... I know..."

Down in Indianapolis, Diana was trying to adapt to a holiday without her overbearing extended family.

"Merry Christmas, dad," Diana beamed.

"Pumpkin? When'd you learn how to cook?"

"College," she lied. "My roommate and I make cinnamon rolls and french toast every Sunday morning."

"Sounds nice. While we eat, do you wanna watch something or open gifts?"

"Opening gifts sounds fun."

"Then that's what we'll do."

They carried on with their day and as much as Diana loved her extended family, spending time with just Eddie was far better. Around dinner time, as Diana was setting the table, they heard a knock at the door.

"I got it, pumpkin."

Eddie went to go answer the door, but was greeted by Adeline and Steve. He quickly slammed the door and tried catching his breath. Diana ran in to see what was wrong, completely neglecting the dinner that was almost ready in the oven.

"What's wrong, dad?" She asked before stretching her arms.

"I-I-I..." He trailed off and glared at her stomach. "When did you get a bellybutton ring?"

"Oh, um... sometime over the semester."

"Oh my god..."

"What?"

"You're not Adeline, are you?" Diana pursed her lips as tears dripped down her face.

"No... I'm not..."

"Diana?"

"Yeah... hi, dad..."

He pulled her in for a tight hug as he placed endless kisses on top of her head.

"Oh, honey... oh, god... I'm so sorry..."

"Why'd you split us up, dad?"

"While I'd love to go in depth and tell you, your sister is outside, freezing."

He spun on his heels and opened the door for his daughter.

"Addy, come on. You!" He sneered at Steve, "stay out there." He slammed the door and faced the girls. "Okay, first off... how in the hell did you two find out about each other?"

"We're roommates are Indiana-U..."

"Jesus H. Christ, okay... who's idea was this?"

"Hi..." Diana whispered, gently waving a few of her fingers.

"Di–"

"Dad, I'm sorry, I just wanted to meet you so bad..."

"I understand, but you two could've gone about this very differently."

"But we also thought that maybe you and dad could get talking again and maybe–"

"What? Get back together?" The sisters nodded. "Girls," he sighed, "we loved each other at one point, but not anymore. Got that?"

"Dad, just talk to him," Adeline said.

"And why should I?"

"Because he's outside freezing..."

"Addy–"

"And because he's really nice and deserves a second chance for whatever he did."

"Fine," he mumbled, "both of you, upstairs—now."

"So, the ham in the over will be done in about fifteen–" Diana started

"Now."

"Alright, jeez, we’re going."

As they bolted upstairs, Eddie opened the door to find a nearly frozen Steve.

"Hi..." Eddie whispered.

"Hey..."

"Wanna come in?"

"I'd love to."

Adeline and Diana did everything humanly possible to eavesdrop on their conversation—they couldn't bear to miss a second of them potentially getting back together.

"So how've you been?" Steve asked.

"Fine. You?"

"I'm well. How's the band thing going?"

"Oh, y'know, can't complain. How's the station?"

"Station?"

"Station, office—whatever you do for work."

"Oh! Oh, it's going well. I’m a social worker, by the way, so… office."

"For gods sake, talk about something interesting," Diana muttered to Adeline.

"So when did you find out they switched?" Eddie asked.

"Literally like four hours ago."

"How?"

"Diana's boyfriend was hitting on Adeline and then Adeline shouted 'I’m not Diana!' and it was a whole big thing."

"Wait, my boyfriend hit on you?" Diana asked.

"Yeah, dump his ass as soon as you get back to Hawkins."

"Noted," she huffed.

"So, how did you find out?" Steve asked.

"You showed up..."

"Really, that's all?"

"Well, Adeli– Diana came into the room and stretched and I saw that her bellybutton was pierced... my little girl was barely able to get her ears done, never mind another part of her."

"Dad," she whined, "I'm literally nineteen."

"Hush," Diana hissed.

"You know the girls are listening, right?" Eddie smirked.

"Yeah, I know."

"You know why they did this... right?"

"I may not have been the smartest in school, but give me some credit, Edward," Steve teased.

"So..."

"So?"

"Would you consider it? Like us getting back together?"

"I don't know, Ed... maybe, I don't know."

"Why not?"

"Well, we live like three hours away from one another, for starters. We both have careers that we can't just up and leave. I have animals and I don't want them to be cooped up here in a townhome. And, quite frankly..." he sighed, "I don't wanna lose you again."

"Steve, you already lost me for eighteen years... we separated our daughters... you lost one of them for eighteen years... it can't get much worse than that."

"Eds–"

"Did you stop loving me? Is that it?"

"You're the one that walked out on me!"

Adeline and Diana sat back for a second—they’ve never heard either of their dads so angry.

"You are the one that left me! You packed a bag and fucking left! I took care of the girls for months on my own before you came back and demanded both of them... you put me through hell and back, Eds... of course I stopped loving you..."

"Whoa..." Diana whispered, "should we go out there and break this up?"

"No, let them finish..."

"Steve, I apologized endlessly. I knew something was wrong with me and I needed help, so I got it. I did my best to try and get our lives back to normal, but you couldn't stop holding a grudge against me. Fucking sue me for not wanting the girls in an environment like that."

"Save it, Eddie. Diana! Let's go!"

"No, Diana, stay there! I'm not done with you, Harrington."

"Yeah, well I'm done with you. Di!"

"Steve–"

"What?"

"I know I can't say sorry for all the shit in the past, but I just..."

"For Christ's sake, what?"

Eddie grabbed Steve by the nape of his neck and forced him into a kiss. Steve’s eyes widened as he pushed Eddie away as quick as he could.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I-I'm sorry... I-I don't know what came over me..."

"Eddie," Steve cried, "it took me so long to get over you... please, just... let me be."

"But Steve, I–"

"Stop."

"I still love you."

"Eddie–"

"I never stopped. I regret what I did every goddamn day. If I could go back in time and change what I did, I would... in a fucking heartbeat. I hate myself for breaking up the girls and leaving you and..." He started quietly sobbing. "It's so lonely without you and Diana..."

"Eds–"

"Yes, I love Adeline to no end, but everything has always seemed so empty without you two. Please, Steve, I'd literally give anything for a second chance..."

"Kiss him, dad!" Diana yelled.

"Stay out of this!" he hollered back.

"So?" Eddie whispered.

"If I were to even consider getting back together with you–"

"Don't be a dick, dad! Just kiss him and figure it out later!"

"Jesus Christ."

Steve rolled his eyes before pulling Eddie into a passionate kiss. Eddie smiled from ear to ear as he did everything in his power to pull them closer together. Adeline and Diana snuck out of the room and peered down the staircase—they silently cheered to one another as they saw their fathers make up. Eddie pulled away breathlessly and smiled at Steve.

"So..." he whispered, "would you like to stay for dinner?"

A few years passed and the girls’ time at college was nearly up. Everyone ended up moving in together in Indianapolis after a year or so, and life couldn’t have been better.

The estranged families reconnected as if they never missed a beat. It made things much easier when the couples second wedding came around.

"And now, introducing for the second time: Eddie and Steve Munson-Harrington!"

Everyone in the banquet hall erupted with cheers, but not a single person was louder than Adeline and Diana. Their dads had been back together the better part of three years and life seemed like a dream. The families got along, the dogs liked Eddie–well, papa. Life couldn't be better.

"Don't you boys look handsome," Diana teased.

"Yeah, yeah, shut it," Steve smirked.

"Congrats, guys," Adeline beamed.

"Thank you. While you girls know we'd love to stay and chat, we have a lot of people to say hi to, so if you'll excuse us."

"You're not excused."

"Watch it," Eddie jokingly warned, "see you two around."

They headed into the abyss of people and the girls knew they wouldn't see them again for a few hours.

"So, Miss Adeline."

"Yes, Miss Diana?" she mocked.

"May I see your gorgeous diamond again?"

"Oh, of course." She dramatically pretended to lug her hand up to show Diana her engagement ring.

"Damn, if Andy doesn't get me a ring like that I'm gonna scream."

"Yeah, Sammy has good taste," she giggled.

"So have you two talked about kids or anything yet?"

"Of course we have."

"And?"

"We'll probably figure some stuff out when we're done with grad school. All I know is that I'm never splitting them up when we have them."

"Damn right you better not."

"So how's Andy?"

"He's good."

"Hasn't knocked you up yet?"

"Well..."

"Diana!"

"Kidding," she chuckled, "you're fun to tease. Wish you had always been around."

"You and me both," she sighed.

"Look at them..." They turned to face their parents. "They're so happy..."

"They really are."

"If I'm ever half as happy as them, I'm calling it a win."

"Honestly, me too."

"I was right, you know."

"About what?"

"Nothin'... just..."

"Just what?"

"I told you it would work."

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