#thought about doing a swamp selfie but didn’t | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

Text

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

#ranboo #ranboo fanfiction #ranboo x you #ranboo fanfic #ranboo fluff #dream smp #ranboo imagine #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x reader #fic #fanfic #fanficiton #fandom #fluff #friends to lovers #x reader #request #requests open #reader

441 notes · View notes

realcube · 4 years ago

Text

haikyuu boys with a professional volleyball player! s/o 🏆

characters: kuroo, bokuto, kita, oikawa & sakusa

tw// swearing

thank you anon for this awesome request!

Tetsurō Kuroo

he’d tell all his teammates about you and none of them would care

well, lev would care - he’d be so excited and asking for kuroo to get him your autograph but yaku would just be like ‘you don’t actually believe him, do you? 🙄’

so yeah, yaku would convince lev and yamamoto that you were just a figment of kuroo’s imagination

even thoUGH YAKU KNEW YOU WERE A REAL PERSON BC HE HAD MET YOU BEFORE AND HE KNEW THAT YOU WERE DATING KUROO AIREBVKZGA he just loved annoying kuroo <3

and he did the job well bc kuroo was definitely annoyed

he’d be waving his phone around, desperately trying to show lev and yamamoto the selfies he took with you but they’d just be like 😑

then he finally convinced you to come visit him at practise to put an end to his humiliation

so you appeared one day and kuroo was so hyped

but not as hyped as yamamoto

he has hot-ppl senses which tingled when you entered the room so he was the first to greet you while kuroo was sitting setting up the nets

he was literally all over you

‘woah 😍 your thigh are so toned’

‘uh thank you ???’

and kuroo was not here for it

‘AYE GET YOUR DIRTY PAWS AWAY FROM THEM!!’

yamamoto fkn shits himself and runs ✌🏃‍♂️💨

then kuroo picks you up bridal style and parades you around the gym, rubbing it in everyone’s face - especially yaku and lev

‘guys, do you see this? my totally REAL s/o! who’s been to NATIONALS!! uhuh. all mine, y’all.’

yaku is so ticked off and definitely goes to snitch him out to Nekomata

and lev is just so awed, ‘(y/n) is real???’

for a moment he thought he was dreaming too until kenma purposefully hit him with a ball

‘put me down, tetsurō.’ you groaned, folding your arms over your chest

he obeyed, gently setting you down on your feet before pecking your lips, ‘ok, well, i should probably get back to practise now - train hard so hopefully one day i can be as good as you.’ he joked, teasingly emphasising the ‘you’.

you playfully punched his arm before turning on your heels to head out, ‘you wish!’

although he’ll always joke about how amazing you are in comparison to him but he genuinely admires you 🤩

Kōtarō Bokuto

he hypes you up to his team constantly

they’ve literally never even met you and they are being asked all these questions from bokuto lol

‘hey onaga, did you see (y/n) at their nationals game the other day?’

onage flinched upon being jump-scared by his captain, then choked out a little white lie, ‘uh yeahhh.’

bokuto’s face lit up, ‘great! they were so amazing during the third set, weren’t they? what was your favourite part?’

onaga froze, ‘uhh- oh, i think i hear anahori calling me to help him practise his sets! gotta go.’ then he proceeded to bolt off

bokuto shrugged it off at first as he shouldn’t complain bc a teammate dropped a conversation to continue training with anahori - i mean, onaga came to volleyball club to practise so he wasn’t obligated to make conversation with bokuto

but while he was saying his goodbyes to everyone as they left the gym to go home, it hit him-

‘bye, komi! buh-bye, washio! and goooodbyeeee, konoha.’ bokuto let out a relived sigh as he had now finished saying his partings which meant he could lock the gym then go home, ‘wait-- ANAHORI DIDN’T EVEN COME TO PRACTISE TODAY! ONAGA!’

bokuto was deeply disheartened that his own teammate would lie to him - to get out of a conversation about you, no less

he just wanted them all to love you as much as he does

like..he’s your biggest fan!!!

~ even post-timeskip ~

he’d show up to all of your games wearing your jersey and some of the eagle-eyed press would try talk to him

they’d interview him about his own affair or about the MSBY Black Jackals but he genuinely has no interest in talking about that bc today is your day and he is here to support you

‘are you and your team hopeful to attend Olympics despite player Miya’s rumoured injury? and disclose whether these rumours are factual?’

sakusa decked atsumu after he joked about having covid-

the interview shoved and waved a microphone in bokuto’s face while he just stared at them blankly like ◉_◉

after a while bokuto stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth and chuckled, ‘don’t know! but the game is about to begin, shhh!-’ he hushed the interviewer, instinctively swatting the microphone away as he stood up in the stands to cheer for you, ‘WOOOO! GO, (Y/N)!’

then he turned to the interviewer who stood frozen with a dumbfounded look on his face, ‘THAT’S MY LOVERRRR!’ he screamed into the microphone so loudly that all the press naturally backed off

and please do the same for him when the press approach you at his games 🙏

Shinsuke Kita

ofc he dates a volleyball player player-

he is such an ushijima

he is ushijima if he wasn’t left-handed

he doesn’t really brag about you too often at practise but he feels so proud when you win a game then he comes to practise the next day and his teammates tell him to pass on a congratulations

also he always comes to your games

no matter how minor or how large

you’d think you could both bond a lot over volleyball and you did that in the beginning

but over time - especially when you started playing volleyball professionally - you found other things to bond over and saved volleyball for work

he probably runs a (y/n) stan page AEIVBARTBV

AND YOU’D NEVER GUESS

like he is literally a rice farmer- you are under the impression that he doesn’t even know what facebook is

and he’s good at selling the act too

‘did you see the picture of us i posted on my instagram?--’ you asked, taking another spoonful of your cereal

‘insta what?’ kita inquired without hesitation

then as soon as you exit the room, he’ll log onto his (y/n) twitter stan account

ok ok sorry i’ll stop now

anyway he ALWAYS tries to ensure that the first thing you eat after a big game is something that he cooks

and if you go out with your team to eat after a game to celebrate a victory, he’ll try at act sweet but he’s lowkey shady tbh

‘congratulations on your victory, (y/n). and to many more’ he lifted his glass and so did you

but just as you were about to take a sip, kita interjected, ‘but that is going to be difficult if you keep filling your body with junk rather than healthy, organi--’

‘kita-’

‘ok.’ he took a sip of his drink in your honour

HE JUST CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND WELLBEING HE’S NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE 😭

Tōru Oikawa

again, when you and oikawa first started dating, volleyball was one of the only things y’all talked about

but now that you were both doing it professionally, it was basically banned in your home

well, the the game itself wasn’t banned but i mean, why would you do something all day then come back to talk about it more?

you both might adore volleyball but everything has it’s limits lol

anyway, oikawa is another one that is extra af when they come to your games

he probably makes a sign and paints his face in your team colours

and when you come out onto the court, he’ll blow you a kiss and if you don’t blow one back he’ll be so offended lmao

bc he always makes a big deal out blowing you a kiss or winking at you as soon as he steps out onto the court

it’s basically a thing he does for good luck at this point

also, if there are ever ppl trying to take pictures of y’all in public- oikawa is the first to make a big show for them

like he’s all up on you

he’ll dip you then push his lips against you for a passionate kiss, in front of the ppl and they always go fkn crazy

he thinks he is like..Beyoncé famous...which he is not

please humble him

but nicely

but y’all only get attention around summertime when you are frequently playing big games

like if oikawa leaves the house a week you competed in a big game- he’ll literally get swamped with ppl asking about you

but contrarily, if you both leave the house in winter literally no one would even spare you a glance

on a RARE occasion, someone might sneakily snap a photo but that’s it

so you get the best of both worlds :))

also, if you’re an ace and he’s ever feeling down, if you ask him to set for you for a bit and you compliment one/all of his sets, he’ll literally feel so much better

Kiyoomi Sakusa

sometimes you both come back from a rough day at work, slump on the couch and watch TV together

after showering, changing, dinner etc

he’s not nna come anywhere near you if he thinks there is a chance he might be stinky from practise

he turned on the TV and it just so happened to be on an Live volleyball game in some language that neither of you understood

he’d snake his arms around your shoulders and pull you close to his chest, satisfied by your synced breathing

he’d press a single kiss against your jaw before shifting his attention onto the channel

you’d lay there in his arms, both of you seeming content in each other’s presence while watching the game

in reality though, neither of you were actually absorbing anything that was happening on the court - you were just staring blankly at the TV

the TV simply served as background noise to your cuddling

tbh he was way more interested in hearing the sound of your heart beat peacefully against his chest

after a while, if he gets bored, he might finally break the silence by inquiring about your day

but if he doesn’t, you’d probably end up falling asleep in his arms, forcing him to sleep on the couch bc he’s doesn’t want to risk moving and waking you up 🥺

anyway, he’s another one that likes to save volleyball for work then leave it by the door as soon as you step inside the house

but he’s not as uptight about it as oikawa or kita

like he’ll happily put on a volleyball match for you guys to watch if he thinks the player’s techniques are impressive

also, if the weather is nice, if you ask him to come out and practise with you for a bit and he’ll say yes 🤠

but actually 🤔 now that is think about it, if you guys had a pool in your back garden sakusa would definitely make the most of it

you’ll humbly ask him spike for you on a nice sunny day and he’ll be like

‘volleyball? really? we bought this expensive ass house with a pool which we can only use 4 out the 365.25 days of the year and you want to play volleyball? don’t you do that like..every work day.’

what can i say? man likes getting his moneys worth 🤷‍♂️

‘so is that a no to volleyball?’ you’d ask

*cue sakusa picking you up bridal style and dropping you into the pool*

then you play pool volleyball 👍

as for your games, he turns up in casual wear 😔

disappointed but not surprised

you’ll jokingly be like ‘hey! why aren’t you wearing my team colours? how are people gonna know who you’re cheering for?’ which is fair bc you turn up to all his games with his MSBY black jackals jersey with one of those foam pointy fingers with his number on it

MANS WOULD POINT TO HIS FKN WEDDING RING LIKE ‘our team colours right here.’

403 notes · View notes

puckngrind · 3 years ago

Text

Leave Her Wild: chapter 3 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie heads to Washington and cashes in her bet with Nathan.

Warnings: swearing, fluff and stuff

Word count: 2,565 (swear they will get longer)

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Washington.

The two texted back and forth over the week. Mostly randomness with a splash of real life. A friendship was blooming with the text conversation but what else could come of it? Neither one seemed to want to touch the subject. Kenzie wasn't even sure what to make of the attention from Nate. She threw herself into work as she normally would.

MacKenzie spent a few days in Colorado Springs for work but took advantage of her time off by hiking the Garden of the Gods. She was was halfway through Palmers trail when she feels her phone and decides to stop for water and take in the view plus check her phone thinking it was work. She laughs to herself realizing it was in fact not work.

Nate: how’s Colorado Springs?

She snaps a picture of her view and sends it.

Kenzie: gorgeous as always

Nate: holy shit are you hiking alone?

Kenzie snaps a selfie where you can see she’s alone and sends it.

Kenzie: don’t worry not anything too dangerous today. Lol

Nate: ok… not worried. Anyways, thought maybe dinner could be in DC since we will both be there next week.

Kenzie thinks about it and starts walking again. She realizes dinner out of town may in fact make things less awkward.

Kenzie: depends on my schedule but that should work

Nate: good. Enjoy the rest of your hike.

MacKenzie did just that. One thing most people knew about her was she loved adventures and trying new things. She rarely goes to the same vacation spot twice. Always wanting to try new restaurants and really only frequents Gus’s place in Denver. She liked to be free which drove her mother insanely crazy but MacKenzie didn’t seem to care. Her dad was her biggest supporter. Constantly sending her wanderlust Instagram posts after she taught him how. At least her mom had home in Kenzie’s brother, Cameron. Cam was doing everything he was expected to do including recently proposing to his high school sweetheart which Kenzie thought was dumb as seniors in college. His life was his life that was for sure, well and maybe their mother's life too. She couldn't control Kenzie which meant Cam got all of her energy.

The flight to D.C. was a breeze but busy would be an understatement as MacKenzie met her client at the end of the week. The demands were insane in the time frame. She spent almost all weekend in her hotel room working and talking with her team back in Colorado.

Nate: would you want to come to the game? I have tickets.

Kenzie: I would love to but I don’t even know if I can do dinner I’m so swamped

Nate: you need to eat right?

Kenzie: I mean, yeah. I’ll order in

Nate: how about you come to my hotel, we have an amazing restaurant here. You can work and eat

MacKenzie thought it over as she looked out her window. Walking the block and a half to Nathan’s hotel tomorrow night seemed doable. He had a point that she needed to eat and could work while they ate. It would complete their wager from the card game in the same instance. Wondered if Gabe or one of the other players would be around to ensure the dinner happened. MacKenzie thought she wouldn’t have the awkwardness of it feeling like a date this way. Plus, she wanted to try the restaurant out since last time she was in town and another client mentioned it. Mosi was all for the dinner when she called ensuring Kenzie her condo's mail was indeed checked. She thought this was the perfect arrangement and MacKenzie couldn’t find a reason to say no. Thinking Nate would already be at the arena for the game she sent a text.

Kenzie: Yes, to dinner at your hotel if you are still up to it after the game

She starts typing away again and laughs when the ping is almost immediate.

Nate: Perfect. I'll text you when we are back on the bus.

MacKenzie decided to turn the game on while she worked. She normally would have something on as background noise while she worked. She knows she can get lost in work and wanted to make sure she knew to pack up her laptop and such waiting for Nathan's call. She hears his name and looks up to see him score with less than a minute left. The Avalanche was already been leading but that goal ensured their win. She decided to change then couldn’t decide if she should pack up her work yet. “How sure how much time would he take between the game and the bus?” Kenzie asked her reflection. She texted him nice game to see if he would respond. He did a few moments later so she packed up slowly. Kenzie walks down to the street turning to head over to his hotel, humming to herself trying to not over think this very simple dinner. She slows down as she sees the charter bus in front of the hotel. Fuck.

"MAAAAC! Good to see you!" Gabe's voice comes booming out of the bus with some others chiming in as the stepped off the bus. MacKenzie awkwardly smiles at the team and then catches Nathan out the side of her eye. He’s staring at her as he walks down the step.

"Did you walk?" Nathan looks down at MacKenzie puzzled.

"Well, hello. Nice game. And yes. Just two blocks." MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl and then slides her finger down her messenger bag.

"Ready for dinner? I see you brought your work." Nathan taps her bag with his knuckle. MacKenzie nods and follows Nathan into the hotel. She awkwardly stops and he realizes it. “Whatcha doin’ there?” Nate walked back so he was standing in front of Kenzie.

“Isn’t the restaurant that way?” She points in the direction of the sign she stopped next to.

“Yes but they deliver to the room and I’d rather change into sweats and let you work in comfort.” He pulls at his tie. “Less eyes too. Come on.” Nathan placed his hand briefly on MacKenzie’s lower back to lead her to the elevator.

“I normally take the stairs.” MacKenzie looks around Nate for the steps.

“My room is on floor 12 and I just had over 20 minutes of ice time. Can we please take the elevator?” Nathan looked into MacKenzie’s questioning eyes.

“Fine. You have a point.” She smiles but gets lost calculating if that time is high or low for him.

They make their way to Nathan’s room. MacKenzie is surprised how nice it is. She’s not sure what she expected but it wasn’t this. Nathan’s suits neatly hanging up. Sweats sitting in his open luggage next to the closet. She realizes he hasn’t moved from behind her.

“Everything okay?” He moves to grab a pair of shorts and shirt.

“Yeah. Just not what I was expecting. You literally live out of suitcase don’t ya?” She watches him take off his suit coat and gulps at how his shirt is sticking to him.

“Some trips it feels like that. This one we won’t be home until the 26th… then a home stand with a few games on the road… and I’m boring you. Set up wherever you want and I’m gonna go change then will be right back.” He heads to the bathroom shut the door softly.

MacKenzie stares at the uncomfortable looking desk chair in a moment of indecision wanting to be set up so she’s working when Nate returns, she decides the bed was a better option for her to sit. Getting out her laptop Kenzie starts typing as soon as she hears Nate opening the door. He smirks when he sees Kenzie on the bed and moves to the desk to find the menu. She cannot help watching him. His muscles easily seen in the shirt and shorts he picked. He hikes up his pant leg exposing his thigh. Kenzie coughs focusing back on her work again.

"Here it is." Nathan turns around and walks towards MacKenzie handing her the menu. She stares at the menu then her finger lands on a cheeseburger and fries. Nathan moves to the other side of the bed, sitting to call in the order. He hangs up and starts to move.

"You can stay here. That chair is horrible looking." MacKenzie looks over at Nathan and he stops moving then looks down at his feet before swinging them up and adjusting to sit on the bed.

"Thanks." He looks over at her screen. "So what exactly do you do?"

"Simple description... I am a social media consultant." MacKenzie giggles. "Speaking of... your social media..." "Is non-existent." Nathan finishes her statement.

"Yeah, only two posts. That’s shocking for someone your age. Nate, do you know how you could amplify your earnings post career?" MacKenzie moves her computer and shift so look at him. He rubs the back of his neck and rotates on his hip to look at her better.

"Yeah. No, yeah. I get it. Just not my thing but you looked at my socials?" He bites his lip.

"I did after we ran into you at the bar post-game. Would've felt funny giving you my number if you had a girlfriend." MacKenzie admits.

"No girlfriend. So did you say you watched the game?" Nate changes the subject which Kenzie made a mental note of.

"Background noise while working. You can turn the tv on now or just talk to me. You scored." Kenzie looks over at Nathan.

"Empty netter but yeah. Nice win." Nathan says softly. The knock on the door stops their conversation. "Oh, dinner!" Nathan pops up and answers the door.

Dinner was delicious. The two shared backgrounds such as where they were from, college for MacKenzie, boarding school and early days of hockey for Nathan. They were laughing at each other's stories which lead to both laying on their stomachs watching a video for MacKenzie's work on her laptop.

"Kenz... Kenzie. Wake up!" Nathan whispers and MacKenzie's groggy self pops up and lands on Nathan's naked torso.

"Holy fuck!" She yells out. Nathan's hands steady her.

"Hey." Nathan backs up and bends to look her in face. Panic written all over her face. "You okay? We fell asleep talking." He looks at her.

"Why didn't you wake me? What time is it? Fuck. Sorry. I'm on a schedule." MacKenzie pulls away and looks for her bag realizing Nathan plugged her computer in at some point.

"It's 6:30. We just slept. I sleep shirtless and, uh, must've taken it off in my sleep. Sorry, should've put in on before I woke you. Hold on." Nathan moves to the other side of the bed and throws his shirt back on. "Let me call you an uber." He grabs his phone.

"I can walk. I don't have a meeting until noon so I'm fine. Thank you." MacKenzie points to the bathroom and Nathan nods.

She stands in front of the mirror for way too long just looking at herself. Pinches her cheeks and starts ranking her fingers through their loose blonde curls making them manageable enough to put up in a high ponytail. She grabs Nathan’s toothpaste and brushes her teeth with her finger.

“Well, Mac. This will have to do.” She bobs on the balls of her feet to psych herself up. Returning to the room she notices that Nathan had changed and slipped on some shoes. “Whatcha doin’ Nate?”

“I’ll walk with you. I wanted to grab coffee from down the street before we leave for the airport.” He grabs his wallet.

“You don’t have to.” Kenzie whispers as she heads to her bag.

“I don’t, but I wanna.” Nate smiles at her. She notices those soft eyes again. Almost gray but then again blue.

They head out of room to the steps. MacKenzie took a deep breath not realizing she was holding it until they got to the door.

“Why good morning you two!” Gabe’s voice comes from around the corner with a bag and coffee in hand.

“Mornin’” Nate answers and pushes the cross walk button.

“Glad to see you Kenzie.” Gabe nods and starts whistling while heading back to the hotel.

“Don’t mind him.” Nate breaks the silence after crossing the street.

“I’m assuming he’s thinking you got lucky last night.” MacKenzie tries to control her racing heart.

“I’ll talk to him.” Nathan assures her. She stops and looks up at him.

“Did you want to?” She puts her hand on her head not sure she really said it out loud.

“What?” Nathan stops and looks at her confused.

“Did you want to sleep with me?” She looks to see if anyone could hear her.

“No. Well… damnit. Hi. Let me start over.” Nathan looks deep in her eyes and cups her face.

“Go ahead.” She’s not sure if the words actually could be heard or not.

“I like you. You are easy to talk to. In the short time I’ve known you I’m constantly wanting to know more. I’m just bad at dating.”

“Why do you say that?” She moves closer to him without thinking.

“I’m not romantic. Plus my job isn’t the easiest for most of the year to maintain a healthy relationship. Plus, there is those who just want me for what I could give them.” He drops his hand to her hip. She sees his chest rise and fall.

“Who says you aren’t romantic?” MacKenzie questions.

“Every girl I’ve dated.” Nathan grumbles. This makes Kenzie laugh. “Well, they have.”

“I like you too, Nate. You intrigue me.” She feels the heat in her cheeks.

“So to answer your original question, yes. I would very much like to be physical with you but I also want to date you. Like not to fuck it up by…” She stops him by pushing herself to her tip toes to softly kiss his cheek.

“Well, saying all that is a start in how not to fuck it up.” She smiles at him. “Let’s get me back to my hotel then we can visit this whole dating thing when you return to Denver.” She starts walking and he quickly grabs her hand to walk with her.

“Here we are.” He stops at the doors of her hotel. “So, I’ll see you in two weeks, Kenzie.” Nathan drags out the two while contorting his face.

“It’s not that long plus you will be busy and I have this plus another project to finish before then.” She rubs the back of his hand with her thumb realizing how large his hand was in comparison which could crush her hand if he wanted. “Thanks for dinner Nate.”

“Can I?” He starts and gulps. MacKenzie watches his Adam’s apple bob. “Can I kiss you?” He asks with a quiver in his voice. She nods her head yes. Nate brings his hands up to her jaw holding her face up while he leans in pressing his lips to hers. Kenzie kisses him back and cannot remember a first kiss quiet like that. He releases while sucking in a deep breath.

“I…” Kenzie touches her lips.

“Well, see you soon Kenzie.” He kisses her forehead then turns quickly to head back down the street leaving Kenzie wanting more.

#leave her wild fic #nate the great 29 #N MacKinnon fic #2019 hockey season #nathan mackinnon

65 notes · View notes

bestieswithjmac · 2 years ago

Text

JMac Experience #4

Jesse finally came to Oklahoma! Which meant my mom and I did not have to drive to Dallas to see him this time.

On June 15th, 2022 my mom and I went to the Diamond Ballroom in OKC. It is a short 30 minute drive from my house. So much better than the 4 hour drive to Dallas. We hung out in line for awhile listening to Jamie and Casey sound check and waiting for my friend Amy, whom I met because of Jesse, to meet us there. Amy got there around meet & greet check in time.

Once Amy arrived we took some pictures with each other and my mom. We chatted while waiting to get in. We finally got to go in after 6. This time I finally got the front and center spot I’ve been trying for since my first concert. We claimed our spot and chatted with other fans. The fans around me were so nice and didn’t shove at all.

The show started around 8 with Casey Baer as the first opener. Her sound crew is not very good. I couldn’t understand most of what she was singing. The little bit I did understand was great though. She sang her 6 songs and then it was time for Jamie Miller.

Jamie was amazing. He is very talented. And cute. And he has a wonderful accent. I am a sucker for accents. His music was really good and I was kinda sad he had to leave the stage. He did come down and take selfies with the audience. I got a selfie with him.

Once Jamie was done it was time for the man of the hour: Jesse McCartney. Jesse didn’t come on until after 9. When he finally did come on he blew me away. He was amazing. This show topped the other 3 of his I’ve been to. His vocals were amazing and his dancing was on point. He was all over that stage. I jammed all night with my mom and great friend Amy.

He was very playful and did a lot of teasing at this show. He was so happy to be on that stage performing. I was so happy to be in the audience watching him perform and scream singing along to his songs. He did not pick me to serenade on state yet again. but he did wave at me point at me and sing from the stage.

At one point he was sitting down and talking to the crowd. I was waving at him trying to get his attention. He saw me and waved back. Then he said “I see several familiar faces on the front row” He was definitely referring to me and my mom.

He was moving around so much and it was so warm in the venue that he was soaked in sweat and I was also soaked in sweat down in the audience. I was watching as the knees of his pants kept getting wetter with sweat. When he turned around he had a major case of butt sweat. Pretty sure Shrek was there arguing with Jesse’s ass over who’s swamp it was. Jesse changed clothes shortly after I noticed that.

During Beautiful Soul he was standing right in front of me and he looked down at me and pointed to me with a shocked excited happy look on his face. Then during Body Language he sang to me and teased me by pointing at me during the lyric “They say, "We saw your girl at the game, and damn, we gotta say a big mistake by you"”

The show was amazing. The best show I have ever been too. Also the hottest show I’ve ever been to. I was sad that it was over but also excited because I was about to meet Jesse again. I was also happy to be able to cool off and get a drink.

The vips all moved to the back of the venue and my mom, Amy, and I just plopped down on the floor and didn’t move until Jesse came out for the meet and greet.

Jesse finally came out about 45 minutes later and everyone applauded him. He liked that. He was scanning the line and waving at people and looking for me I’m sure as we walked over to the background to take photos.

The line moved pretty quickly and soon it was my turn. Once Jesse saw me he got very excited and immediately gave me a big bear hug. He asked me what I thought of the show and I told him it was the best concert I’ve ever been to. He liked that. We took 2 photos and after the first one, which was a hugging one, Sherry told me to do another pose.

Jesse chose the pose because my brain and mouth forgot how to communicate with each other for a second so I didn’t ask for the prom pose I wanted. Jesse said “let’s do a regular one” and well I can’t say no to him so that’s what we did.

Then he hugged me again and told me he loves me. My mom met him next got her pictures and then we did a group photo with Amy. Jesse hugged us all again. My mom and I told him we needed this concert because we put our dog down 6 months ago and my uncle passed away 2 months ago. Upon hearing this Jesse was concerned and he said “Oh no I’m so sorry”.

He also said he would definitely be coming back to Oklahoma and that he looks for my comments on Instagram. He told me he loved my masked singer turtle shirt. He told me he loves me again and hugged me and my mom several more times. I told him the last time he was here was on his Beautiful Soul tour. He told me I should’ve come seen him sooner. I told him I hadn’t heard of him yet. I also told him it to please not take another 17 years to come back.

The meet and greet was amazing. A core memory. Jesse gave me all the hugs and told me he loves me several times. One of the best nights of my life. I can’t wait to do it again.

#jessemccartney #Jesse #jesse mccartney #new stage tour #new stage #tour #OKC #oklahoma city #oklahoma

3 notes · View notes

brywrites · 4 years ago

Text

Flight Risk VIII

Summary: An answer to the age old CM question, “who’s flying the plane?” And the story of a pilot and a profiler. Part V: In which a profiler and the stars have something in common, and a pilot has a decision to make.

(Series Masterlist) ( Previous | Next )

---

All Saturday, Reid struggles to focus. It is the fault of one particular pilot, who has suddenly taken up much of the space in his mind. He loses his place in his books. He forgets about the leftovers he’s put in the microwave so long they get cold. He doesn’t realize he has neglected to put sugar in his coffee until he brings it to his lips and tastes the bitterness. And how can he think straight when he keeps replaying memories of the night before? When he asked to talk, Y/N didn’t even hesitate. She listened to him. She comforted him. She even shared part of her own heart with him. With her, he forgot about the case and the fight with JJ and all of his doubts. With Y/N he could just be himself.

And he hasn’t stopped thinking of the couch in her apartment. Where he shifted his fingers ever so slightly to touch hers. Touch isn’t easy for him, but it is a commonly accepted manner of expressing comfort or gratitude. He felt both of those things with her. And he had wanted her to feel them too. So he let his hand rest on hers. It took him by surprise when she rested her head on his shoulder, but he was even more surprised to discover he very much liked the sensation. So he put his head on her own and everything in the world was quiet and perfect and right.

Some time later, as Audrey Hepburn was singing “La Vie en Rose” for Humphrey Bogart on the television in front of them, he realized she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. With one hand he had grabbed for the remote, trying to remain still, in order to turn the volume down, so as not to wake her. Amelia, Y/N’s golden tabby cat had walked into the room at stared at him with big green eyes, as if quietly judging him. What are you going to do? she seemed to ask him.

And what was he going to do? Reid hadn’t been sure, not until Y/N shifted. In her sleep, she wrapped an arm around his waist. His heart thudded in his ears. Y/N had buried her face into his sweater and smiled. Smiled. As if simply being close to him made her happy. And oh what it did to his heart to think of that.

Reid had realized her found her attractive in a uniform, but looking at her now, she was utterly adorable. Her breath soft, her heart so fast and fluttering. Like a bird. There was still time now. He could nudge her gently and wake her up. He could leave the apartment. Leave her. End the moment before it could begin. There were things he was not allowed to feel. Things he was not allowed to do. But in spite of himself, he put his arm around her and lay his head back on hers. Falling into place. Like a puzzle, the pieces fitting just right. It felt so right to be by her side. And so he let himself fall asleep, too.

It is the memory of drifting into dreams with the feeling of her body against his own that continues to follow him long after they have parted ways. The smell of her shampoo. The soft smile on her face. He doesn’t want to ever forget it.

The days that follow are both slow and busy. They’re swamped with paperwork and consults, but there aren’t any cases out of state. Which means that he doesn’t see Y/N for two weeks, having no reason to be on a plane and no time to meet her outside of work. They text when they can, but it’s not the same. He replays that night. The starlight reflecting in her eyes in the car as she drove. The soft noise of the television. Audrey Hepburn singing that song again, slowly. Humphrey Bogart staring at her, saying, “Suppose I asked you to – well I suppose I’m just talking nonsense.” And he supposes that it will have to be enough, this memory.

When they finally meet again, it’s in the Quantico hangar, preparing for a case in Minnesota. She’s re-reading Peter Pan and it pulls at some spot in his heart to remember the day he first met her.

“Well hello, stranger,” she teases.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long,” he says, sitting down next to her on the bench. “But it’s good to see you again. I missed you.” What an understatement that is.

“I missed you, too.” She puts a bookmark in the book and sets it aside. “Not to worry though, I stayed busy. Yeeqin and I had our friends over, I got through two new books, and I even found my way to one of the famed BAU Girls’ Nights.”

“Oh did you now?” he asks. He’s not sure if famous is the right word – infamous, perhaps. Girls’ Nights are known for raucous laughter, magnificent hangovers, and all the secrets he doesn’t want to know. “How was that?”

“It was actually really fun,” she laughs. “I definitely was not prepared for the amount of alcohol that would be consumed. But Garcia and Kate and JJ are so much fun, and they were so welcoming! There were some fascinating facts exchanged, but I was sworn to secrecy.”

“Even with me?” he asks. And it’s true, most of the time he doesn’t want to know what happens. But that Y/N was there. And he can’t help but wonder if she heard anything about him. If she said anything about him.

“Oh, especially with you,” she says. She looks up at him with a sly smile on her face. “You make it too easy to spill my soul to you. Besides, I’m sure you could profile most of my secrets anyways.”

Reid knows the feeling. He’d tell her anything at all if she asked him. If he thought it would make her stay a little while longer talking with him or make her laugh or earn him a smile that dances across her beautiful lips. The lips he reminds himself he isn’t supposed to be staring at right now. He just can’t help it. Pretty girls have always had a knack for making a flustered mess of him, but she has a special talent for devastating him. Y/N is more than just a pretty face – she makes him feel lighter, unburdened by all the knowledge that he finally seems to find a use for when she asks him questions or wants new book recommendations. She reassures him. She trusts him. Bit by bit he’s come to know her mind and her heart and the places she calls home. And he can’t help but want to make himself at home in the warm feeling that washes over him each time she says his name or glances his way.

“What if I tell you one first?” he asks.

“Perhaps a deal could be arranged. It depends on the secret.”

A thousand response he can never voice aloud whiz through his mind. Feelings he doesn’t want to even acknowledge to himself. After a moment of forcing them down, reminding himself that he can’t say them, that she can never know because she’ll never look at him the same way again if he tells her what he feels, he offers, “I’m absolutely terrified of the dark.”

Nodding, she pretends to weigh the value of his words. “An interesting discovery,” she says. “But I don’t know if it’s quite on the proper level of secrets. However, I’m willing to let you think on it and give it another try later.” She winks and his heart skips a beat. “I’ve got to get ready for takeoff. See you soon, Doctor.” As she walks away, she touches his shoulder for just a moment and he thinks his heart might stop entirely.

The flight to Raleigh is brief and easy. They immediately get to work on the profile of a sexually sadistic killer. He most certainly has a pattern. Young professional women, all abducted at or near their workplace. All in broad daylight. And all killed within four hours from the time of abduction. This unsub has no use for them alive. It’s the act of taking their life that gets him off, of possessing every part of them. And he has a type. Staring at the bulletin board of pictures – workplace headshots, family photos, social media selfies – Reid swallows hard as he realizes every one of them looks vaguely familiar. Their hair is of slightly lengths and their facial features have some variation, but they all look as if they could be sisters, cousins at the very least. And if you put Y/N’s photo up, she would fit right in.

The realizing makes him want to pull his phone out on the spot and call her to make sure she got to the hotel safely after leaving the airport. Why don’t they travel together? Why are the pilots always separate? He needs to know they’re safe. He needs to know that she’s safe. His fingers find their way into his pocket. They wrap around the hard metal of his phone. The faces on the board stare back at him. It’s not his job to keep her safe. It’s his job to find out what happened to these women. Reid lets go. Takes a breath. And gets back to work.

Still, it is an immense relief when he walks into the hotel lobby and sees her. Y/N is sitting a table with Captain Dobson. His first instinct is to walk over and greet them both, but he falters when he realizes that the conversation they appear to be having isn’t quite so friendly. Y/N is leaning in while Dobson holds his ground. Her expression appears almost pained, his is firm but frustrated. Little adjustments in their body language betray tension that their hushed voices do not convey. Y/N says something. Dobson sets his jaw and replies. Her brow furrows and her lip curls. The next thing he knows, she’s standing up and storming away. Dobson stares after her, quietly exasperated. Then, he turns and spots Reid. Sighs. As though resigning himself to some sort of defeat. As though whatever just transpired is the doctor’s fault somehow.

Reid shifts uncomfortably under his gaze before hurrying after Y/N. The doors of the elevator she’s just stepped into are about to close but he manages to throw his hand between them just in time to stop them. The ding of silver panels sliding open once more startle her, and she looks at him with wide, unreadable eyes.

“Hi,” he breathes. “Mind if I join you?”

She shrugs. He decides it’s as good an invitation as any and steps in. “What floor?” she asks.

“Whichever one you’re going to,” he replies. They ride up in silence. When they reach the fifth floor he follows her down the hall to her room. The door clicks with the swipe of her plastic keycard and she lets him inside to a hotel room that looks and feels like so many he has been in before. Neat and organized. Nice enough to be appealing but never cozy enough to feel like home. A distinctly, albeit neutrally decorated, liminal space. White blankets and pillows that would get dirty too fast at home. A single framed painting that neither offends nor inspires. A place that lets you pretend you’re anywhere in the world, just not in a place of your own.

It is in this liminal space that she tosses the keycard on the counter and sits down with a huff on the corner of the bed with too-white blankets. There’s only one bed and not knowing quite what to do, Reid stands awkwardly before her.

“I’m guessing you saw me talking to Arthur.”

“I did. Is everything okay? You two looked… tense. And you don’t usually.”

Y/N shrugs out of her blazer and undoes her tie, quickly pulling it off and tossing it onto the bed beside her. Reid bites his lip and tries to maintain a straight face. There’s something about the uniform that still gets to him but he knows that she’s upset. He’s never seen her like this before – usually so cheerful and calm.

“Flying has always been my first love,” she says. “Like I told you – it’s all I ever really wanted to do. And no matter what else has changed in my life, it’s remained the one thing I love more than anything. I’ve worked so hard for this job, and I’ve set goals, and I’ve had dreams to keep moving forward. And I thought that’s all I wanted but now I just don’t know.”

“What’s changed?”

“You know the IRT?” she asks.

“The International Response Team? Yeah, that’s Jack Garrett’s unit.”

“Well as the name suggests they travel a lot. But you already know that, of course. You know everything,” she laughs, but the sound is mirthless. “And they have a really nice plane. A custom made C-17. Her name is Betsy. The captain of said plane is retiring. And neither of the first officers have enough hours logged for a promotion. So the Bureau has offered it to me.”

“To you?” Is that why Dobson was upset? Was he sad to see his co-pilot leaving already? It’s clear they trust each other, and he knows it stings each time he loses a colleague.

She nods. “There’s some command training I’d need to complete, and a simulator of course. Train with the captain before she retires. But I’ve flown commercial liners and planes of that size before. I’ve done long flights. And I’ve had all the other qualifications for a while.”

“But – but you just got here,” he says. It hasn’t even been a full year since she started flying for the BAU. It’s too soon.

“I know.” She sighs. “Arthur wants me to take the promotion. That’s why we were arguing.” The opposite then. He completely misread the situation. But if they disagreed and the Captain wanted her to take it that means –

“You don’t want to?” he asks. She looks down at her hands and Reid sits beside her on the bed.

“I should take it,” she says. “It’s what I wanted. I’d be a captain. I’d be traveling all over the world in an incredible aircraft. It’d be more time in the sky. More adventures. A chance to advance in my field. All the things I want. Arthur knows that. And he wants to see me succeed, I know that. I just…” Y/N blinks, the words caught in her throat. “I guess I’m just not sure if that is the most important thing to me anymore. And if it’s not, what does that mean?”

The air in the room shifts, as though the atmosphere itself can sense that this is dangerous territory. There are questions that, once asked, can’t be taken back. There are terrifying, reckless wishes. And against his better judgement, he asks, “Like what?”

“Like… like finding someone who makes me happy. Someone I really care about.” She turns to him and that look in her eyes is electricity. Everything hits him all at once, like lightning. It takes his breath away for a moment as things he’s been trying not to pay attention to all come to the forefront of his mind. “Like you,” she whispers. He wets his lips, and for a split second her confidence falters. “I mean, you feel it too, right?”

“I thought it was just me,” he says quietly. All this time he’d convinced himself this feeling, this quiet but consuming affection he harbored for her, was unrequited. It couldn’t be requited.

The short laugh she gives actually sounds like a laugh this time. “Spencer, come on. I’ve been falling for you for a while. Why do you think I’m always waiting earlier than I need to be at the hangar? Or breaking Arthur’s rules to spend more time with you? Why do you think it’s so easy for me to tell you things?” Her hand comes to rest over his. “You make it all so easy. It doesn’t even feel like falling with you. Just floating.”

This is everything he’s wanted to hear. This is everything he hoped he never would. His heart is soaring. His heart is aching. He needs to say something.

“You shouldn’t make this decision based on me,” is all he manages.

“I know,” she says. “I’m not foolish. But I mean it’s not just about you, there’s a lot of other reasons I think I might want to s-”

“No,” he interrupts. “I mean, I shouldn’t even be a factor in how you make this decision.”

“What?” Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she stares at him. It’s so hard to get the words out when she looks at him like that. But the photos on the board flash in his mind and he knows he has to.

“Y/N, I care about you a great deal. More than ever I planned to. More than I know what to do with. I want you to know that,” he says. His fingers interlace with hers. He’ll allow himself this small moment to be close to her. He’ll break the rules before he forces his heart back into line. “But I can’t – I can’t be with you in the way that you want.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You asked me to tell you a secret,” he says. “My girlfriend, the one who died? I know that the only reason she’s not alive anymore is because I loved her.” Y/N just continues to stare at him, as if she is trying to look straight through him. “She didn’t just die. She was murdered. She was murdered in front of me by an unsub, a stalker who became obsessed with her and then with me. If you ask anyone on my team, they’ll tell you that the unsub did what she did for a million different reasons – because of trauma, jealousy, mental illness, an environment of pressure created by the presence of armed agents, a miscalculation. But I know. I know that the reason why she killed Maeve is because I loved her.”

Y/N’s mouth has fallen open but no words come out.

“The people I love get hurt. And you can say that it’s just a pattern or an overreaction, but I know it’s not. My mother got sick. My friend was stabbed. My mentor’s partner was killed. Hotch’s lost his wife to an unsub. JJ was tortured. I’ve watched more friends than I thought I would leave this job for one reason or another, but always because something hurt them in a way that couldn’t be fixed. Statistically speaking, the odds aren’t good for anyone I care about.”

She looks back down at the carpeted floor. He can see the saltwater rising in her eyes and the knowledge that he is hurting her just by saying this is enough to make him wish he could take it all back. He wants to promise her that he’ll make sure it’s different with her. Wants to tell her that he’s been falling hopelessly for her since that day in Nebraska when he went to apologize to her and that her smile and the simple beauty of her jacket falling off her shoulder in the rain made him lose all sense of direction for two whole blocks. Tell her how he can’t stop thinking about the moment she fell asleep beside him on the couch or how he almost said I love you the next morning when she dropped him off outside his apartment before he caught himself.

But Reid can’t take it back. And he’s learned his lesson. In this life, he can’t let himself be happy, not like that. Anytime he gets too close to someone, cares too much, something awful happens. The only way to keep them safe is to keep them at a distance. Keep himself lonely.

“This job is dangerous,” he tells her. “And I’ve seen it take too many people away. I don’t want to be the reason it takes you, too. You should have a future. A bright one. A beautiful one.”

“What if I want one with you?” she asks.

Reid shakes his head, wearing a rueful smile. “I’m not worth it. You have a dream, Y/N. You should follow it. I’ve never met someone with so much passion for their job. I can see the way your eyes light up when you talk about flying. It makes you so happy.” Her joy in those moments is contagious. “I want you to be happy. Which is why I can’t be anything other than your friend.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

He winces at the bitterness in her voice. “Because I never imagined that you’d feel the same way.” Looking back now, he should have seen it. But all those little signs he managed to convince himself were only the markers of a close friendship, of a kind person. Because it would have hurt more to admit to himself that the person he couldn’t have wanted him too. It was easier to believe that he could love someone safely out of his reach. “I’m sorry.”

“What happens now?” she asks him. They sit there on the bed in a discomfortingly comfortable room, hands barely brushing.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “But I think you have a big decision to make. And I think maybe Arthur is right. I don’t want you to leave. But I don’t think you should stay if it means passing up the job of your dreams.”

She pulls her hand away from his. He immediately feels the sting of absence as she inhales slowly. “Yeah. You’re right. I, um… I need some time to think about this. Alone.”

The word is the sound of a closing door. It aches. But he knows it’s better this way. He can’t ask her to give up everything she’s worked for for him. For someone who might cost her everything.

“I understand,” he says. Reid stands slowly from the bed. He walks across the room. With his hand on the doorknob, he turns back for one last glance at Y/N. At his pilot. And then he steps back into the hallway, the automatic lock clicking behind him. Reid stands there in the hall, feeling completely unmoored. He thinks of the Amelia the cat staring at him with those wide green eyes. Of Humphrey Bogart in that car on the television screen, supposing that everything could be different with the girl he loved if he were not himself. And of Y/N, driving through DC under the stars. She knows so many of them by heart having used those points of light to guide her course before. It’s some kind of magic, what she can do, soaring above the earth like that.

And he thinks then of Peter Pan, the book sitting in her bag, and a particular line J.M. Barrie wrote so long ago. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, the must just look on forever. Y/N is a plane twinkling in the night. A bird, soaring to impossible heights. But all he can do is look on. Loving her from afar. Forever, if he must.

#fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #flight risk #brywrites

201 notes · View notes

rikalovesrice · 4 years ago

Text

Douxie x Reader #5 - Favorite

Douxie was wiping down some freshly washed coffee mugs when you walked in. He raised a hand, about to call your name in greeting, when he noticed a boy follow you in. Some stocky lad with a chiseled face and hair slicked back with so much gel one couldn’t tell what color it was. The pair of you found seats in the corner of the café, setting book bags in the chairs and laptops on the table. Douxie watched you say something to the guy before you headed towards the counter. You saw Douxie and immediately smiled.

“Hi you,” you said, leaning on the counter, hands curled around your face.

“(Name),” Douxie replied, preparing your usual. “Who’s that over there?”

You glanced back at the chap, who had just taken a selfie and was now busying himself with posting it to social media. You turned back to Douxie with a sigh.

“Trevor Braxton,” you say. “He’s my partner for my final English project.” You groaned and put your face in your hands before sliding them down your cheeks. “Jeez, I really hope we work well together because this is the biggest project of the year and I kinda need to pass this class to graduate.” You peeked at Douxie and hushed your voice. “...I probably won’t be able to go hunting with you guys for a while.”

Douxie shrugged, smiling softly. “No worries.” They’d miss your company, but at least you’d be completely out of harm’s way for once. “And I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He slid your freshly made drink over to you in your favorite mug, the dark blue one depicting the silhouettes of rooftops and chimneys beneath stars and a crescent moon. “One hazelnut latte with almond milk. On me as always.”

You took the warm mug in your hands, wafting the steam with a content sigh. You smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Douxie.”

“Of course.”

“Well, we better get started. I’ll uh...Be over here!” You made your way back over to Trevor Braxton, who welcomed you back with a fist bump. Once you settled in, the two of you got to discussing your chosen topics. Towards the end of the night, when Benoit’s was shutting things down and Trevor had gone, you only exchanged a few words with Douxie before retiring home to do more homework.

And for the next three days, you and Douxie barely had a chance to talk. You were up to your eyeballs in schoolwork and studying for your finals and researching for your stupid project, hoping Trevor would pull his weight. Meanwhile Douxie was feeling your absence, bummed that all your time was consumed at the local library instead of Arcane Books. Archie and Zoe missed you, too. Douxie knew it would be like this at least for the next two weeks, until finals were over. His heart sunk at the thought.

So tonight, Douxie was overjoyed to see you stumble into Benoit’s with an armful of books. Trevor was right behind you, wearing a fitted t-shirt, gym shorts, and white socks with his black slides. You unloaded more books and your laptops onto the coffee table in the middle of the café. Douxie returned your soft, relieved smile when you hurried over to him.

“Douxieeee,” you whined, going to lean your forehead against his chest.

“There you are,” Douxie said. He brought you into a hug and didn’t overlook how exhausted you were.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry.” You pulled away, sighing heavily. “I’m so swamped. But thankfully my sister’s just as busy so she’s leaving me alone. And Trevor...” You glanced back at him. “He hasn’t been so bad. He’s pretty chill actually. Smart, too.”

“No worries. And...that’s good to hear. About your sister and about...Trevor.”

Strange, though, that the smallest hint of it somehow didn’t feel good at all.

Throughout the shift Douxie would glance over at your table. You and Trevor would exchange a few words before burying yourselves back into your notes. Trevor had a book open in his lap and was studying it carefully. Wanting to check on you, and perhaps suggest taking a break, Douxie turned to make his way over to your table.

Only to see you laughing. Trevor Braxton was chuckling with you.

Normally Douxie loved it when you laughed. But right now, as endearing as it was, for some reason something felt...wrong. So wrong that it froze Douxie in place, leaving him staring, perplexed. Trevor said something else and you laughed again, this time a little harder. Trevor’s grin grew wider. The itching wrongness grew stronger. The whole thing wasn’t sitting right and urge to correct it, whatever that meant, churned throughout Douxie’s body. There was a passing thought, a fleeting feeling, that something was going to happen to you. Just as Douxie was about to move towards you, a customer called out.

“Uh Douglas, can I get another milkshake?”

Douxie whirled his head to the side, seeing a bunch of teenagers raising their empty glasses at him. He looked back at your table, where you and Trevor were now in casual conversation, before taking a deep breath, clearing his mind.

“Of course, right away.” Another quick glance back. Then he went back behind the counter, pouring milk and scooping ice cream into blenders. Douxie watched the ingredients spin rapidly, mixing and mushing together.

A whirring vortex.

Douxie heard you giggling.

Uneasy.

“I swear something’s not right,” Douxie said. “I just have a bad feeling about him.”

“Ok so...You think he could be something?” Zoe said.

Douxie held his hand over his mouth, speaking low into his phone.

“If he is, (Name) might be in danger. He’s always around her.”

“Caaause of her project or whatever?”

“Yes!”

“So...Let me get this straight. You have a bad feeling about this guy who’s always around (Name).”

“Yes.” Exasperated, Douxie walked about aimlessly, wandering towards the cafe’s restrooms.

There was a pause. Douxie frowned when Zoe chuckled.

“Um, Doux, are you sure you’re not just -”

“Zoe, I’m serious!” Douxie whispered harshly, holding his phone away from his face to glare at Zoe’s contact photo. “I don’t want to take any chances, especially if our friend might be in trouble.” Stopping near the men’s restroom, Douxie held his chin in thought. “He’s one of those obnoxiously handsome types. A vampire...? No, I’ve seen him in sunlight. So he can’t be an incubus either, thank God...” Now that was a thought that really made Douxie’s skin crawl and boil. “Oh! Or maybe he’s a -”

A bout of laughter came muffled through the restroom door.

“Alright Star Trev, you got this!” a very dude-ish voice exclaimed. “Any moment now and you’ll have her right where you want her.”

Douxie near dropped his phone, his blood going cold.

“Uh, Douxie?” Zoe said. “What -”

“Shhh!” Douxie clamped a hand over his phone and creeped closer to the restroom, carefully putting his ear just over the door. Trevor continued to chuckle to himself, an annoying, snot-nosed sound.

“Just a little longer,” Trevor said, voice getting lower. “And that heart’s gonna be yours. And it’ll be...delicious.” There’s was smack like the clapping of hands and another string of laughter. Douxie slowly backed away from the door, disgust and dread seizing him.

“A charmling,” he said, voice quivering. Charmlings. Simple creatures that resembled attractive humans, luring their victims in with their, well, charm, before literally ripping their hearts out to devour. All things considered, this was the most probable conclusion. So Douxie steeled himself, clenching a fist and glowering at the restroom door concealing an apparent monster that was targeting you.

“A charmling? Are you for real?” He forgot Zoe was still on the line. “I mean seriously, Douxie, are you sure you’re not just a little bit jea-”

“I’ll call you back.” Douxie hung up, shoving his phone into the pocket of his sweatshirt and turning tail to where you were. He had to let you know. One of his co-workers cocked an eyebrow at his rushing back into the dining room.

“Uh, Doux? You still have, like, fifteen minutes left of your break- “

“It’s fine!” Douxie quickly located you at your table, where you were studiously typing away on your laptop. Douxie walked briskly over. “(Name)!”

You looked up from your work and blushed, giving Douxie a smile for the pleasant interruption. Then you noticed how antsy he was.

“Douxie? What’s the matter?”

“It’s Trevor, (Name),” Douxie said quickly. “He’s- “

“What about me?”

Douxie whipped around. Speak of the devil, standing with his bulky arms crossed over the all-capitalized word ‘SPICY’ on his red t-shirt. Trevor’s narrowed eyes didn’t leave Douxie as he sat back down at the table, slipping what looked to be his phone into his pocket. The corner of Douxie’s mouth twitched when you looked at him with that kind, welcoming, precious look of yours but, oh, if only you knew...

“You were gone for a while,” you said. “Everything okay?”

“Wha?” Trevor noticed you and grinned. “Yeah, it’s all good. Just had to take care of something, you know?”

It only made Douxie’s eyes harden. Charmlings had to preen themselves periodically to maintain their striking human guise. Make sure claws and fangs and patches of non-human skin were well put away until it was time. That time wasn’t going to come, not if Douxie had an atom of anything to say about it.

“Uh, you got a problem, dude?” Trevor said, likely feeling the intensity of Douxie’s stare. You hadn’t noticed and just frowned at Trevor’s rude tone.

Douxie opened his mouth, stinging accusation on the tip of his tongue, but then he remembered where he was. It probably wasn’t the best idea to expose some good-looking guy as a flesh-ripping, heart-eating monster in front of the peacefully oblivious civilians of Arcadia chilling in the café.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Douxie forced a smile.

“Of course not,” he said. “I uh...Just wanted to tell you you’re our one-hundredth customer tonight! So you get, uh...a free beverage of your choice.” Douxie’s thoughts bitterly added, Free because I’m paying for it...

Trevor silently glowered at Douxie for a few seconds before breaking out into excited chortling, rubbing his hands together.

“Hoho, sweet! Gimme a large Jungle Juice smoothie. Extra spinach.”

Douxie’s gnashed his teeth behind his lips in an attempt to keep from scowling. “Right away.”

His eyes flickered over to you. You had one brow raised in question, clearly sensing something was amiss. Unable to say much else, Douxie sighed and left the table. Text. He was going to text you, he was going to text you...

“Yeaaahh, ya boy’s gonna get us an A plus, (Name)!” Trevor’s voice was a distinct bark above the conversations buzzing around the dining room, grating on Douxie’s nerves. That fact that he’d said your name somehow made it worse.

A lot worse.

Co-workers were a bit perturbed to see an unusually grouchy Douxie glaring dark daggers across the room while dumping an entire bag of spinach into a blender.

They were being pelted by globs of acidic monster saliva but that didn’t stop Douxie from answering his phone as soon as it rang.

“(Name)!” Douxie exclaimed, yelling above monstrous gurgling and loud blasts of magic.

“D-Douxie?” you voice came through. “Okay, I...I don’t get it. Trevor is dangerous and trying to eat my heart?” An explosion, courtesy of Archie. “Um, what was that? Are you fighting something right now?”

“Well, uh, yes, but that’s not important - GAAHH!” Douxie whirled out of the way of a mouthful of teeth, the creature instead taking a chunk out of the pavement. The new hole in the ground was steaming, melting away. The creature, a poisonous and slimy mubok, twisted its serpentine body of sludge back towards him, its white drooping eyes glaring.

“Hey! Why are you on the phone right now?!” Zoe barked, throwing handfuls of lightning at the mubok.

“Just a second!” Douxie said. “Real quick, I have to tell (Name) about Trevor!”

The next blast of electric magic sent the mubok splatting against the alley wall. An exasperated Zoe faced Douxie with clenched fists.

“Are. You. Joking?!”

“No, I’m not! This is important-”

Yeah, now realizing the time, you shouldn’t have called. Not wanting to jeopardize the hunt tonight, you hurried to put the call on hold. “Doux, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I think you need to concentrate.”

“What? No, wait, (Name)-”

“I know, I’ll be careful, alright?” You couldn’t help but laugh softly over Douxie being so worried about you. Sometimes it was overbearing, but even then the giddiness bubbling inside you was there. “Tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, okay, just whatever you do, don’t go anywhere alone with hi- OH FUZZBUCKETS!!!” Another explosion and what sounded like Archie yowling, and the call ended anyway.

You brought your phone away from your face and just stared at it, trying to process. To be honest, nothing surprised you much these days, what with finding out and knowing for a while now that wizards and trolls and whatever else existed. Heck, aliens were real at this point.

Now the guy who’s your partner for a project worth eighty percent of your grade might be trying to eat you.

As soon as Trevor excused himself from the table, Douxie made his way over to you, giving Trevor the side eye as they passed each other. The git was going towards the restroom.

Douxie pulled up a chair and sat next to you. After so long of being away from him, the warmth and comfort of Douxie’s closeness was almost overwhelming. Even panicked and suspicious, Douxie was so cute and amazing. But remembering the disturbing news, you shook away your reverie and set your books to the side.

“Okay so...about Trevor,” you began, leaning close and your tone hushed.

“Right,” Douxie said. He went on to explain what a charmling was. “Terrible things. I knew someone years ago who’d fallen victim to one. The poor guy was found with a gaping wound in his chest. His eyes were stolen, too, which was odd- “

“Umm, okay, thanks,” you muttered, shuddering. Douxie quickly backpedalled.

“Sorry!” He leaned his elbow on the table, bringing himself closer to you and darn it, you couldn’t help but blush. “We can take care of this tonight. Convince him to stay until closing and I’ll do him in.” Douxie cocked his head in confusion when you suddenly looked...sad. “What is it?”

“It’s just...Geez, it kinda sucks,” you said, shrugging. “I thought Trevor was a pretty cool guy. Surprisingly hilarious, too, and a solid partner. Are you sure he’s a charmling or whatever?”

Normally you wouldn’t doubt Douxie on secret monster matters but the thought of your ditzy but harmless enough classmate being sent to limbo was quite the bummer. But on the other hand, yeah, you kind of needed your heart to stay alive so...

Hearing you vouch for Trevor even in the slightest was making Douxie’s stomach coil. Something in him was urging him to consider your words, that maybe he was jumping the gun here, but Douxie couldn’t bring himself to stop and think this time. Too....bothered.

Trevor’s smug face crossed Douxie’s mind.

No, make that too annoyed.

“Believe me, I heard him clearly in the bathroom that day,” Douxie said. He nudged your arm. “Come on, I know a monster when I see one. Been doing this for centuries after all.”

Your shoulders slouched with a sighing chuckle. “True. I’ll figure something out. He may be book smart but otherwise Trevor’s a bit on the...dense side.”

“Works in our favor then.”

You noticed Trevor returning from the restroom and watched him closely. Trevor winked at you but his face soured at the sight of Douxie.

“What’re you doing here Mr. Emo Dude?”

“Hey, Trevor!” Okay, granted, you didn’t like the way Trevor talked to Douxie. Granted again, it made more sense now. Trevor could probably sense somehow that Douxie wasn’t normal himself.

Douxie met Trevor’s gaze evenly, drumming his fingers on the table and feigning pleasantries. You scolding the guy somehow made it easier. “I’m just talking with my friend. Haven’t been able to see her much these days, what with your project.”

Trevor snorted, plopping down into his chair. “Uh, alright man. We’re almost finished, though. I mean once we get our A plus I’ll be done with her, right (Name)?” Trevor lightly smacked your shoulder in what appeared to be jest, snickering at his own perceived hilarity. But you’d gone stiff and your heart began to race because with Trevor in a whole new context, that just didn’t sound good at all.

Then you felt Douxie’s familiar hand on your shoulder. He had his other hand behind his back balled into a fist.

“Good,” Douxie said shortly, still working a tight smile. “I’ll leave you two be then.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze before getting up, putting his chair back where he got it, and returning to work.

“Pfft, what a weirdo,” Trevor murmured.

“Uh, hey so...” You racked your brain, trying to come up with something, anything. Trevor was holding his phone and an idea came involving his latest obsession. “Did you know that Benoit’s has a special deal with the Granny’s Baking House app?”

Even though you’d been absent after hours for a while now, everyone still knew you as the girl who always stayed behind and waited for Douxie. Kind of odd that some dude was with you this time but whatever. As long as you didn’t make a mess.

You and Trevor had packed all your things away. Trevor was so engrossed in his phone that he didn’t notice you slip away, wringing your hands, and join Douxie near the counter.

“Okay, I want you to go outside, but don’t go far,” Douxie said, securing his charm bracelet around his forearm. He didn’t want you in here once they got started. “He’ll try to follow you...” Magic flashed over the surface of his bracelet, symbols flickering. “But that’ll be the end of it.”

“Got it.” You went back over to the table and gathered your things. “Well, I’m going to head home. Thanks again, Trevor.”

He glanced up from his phone. “Want me to walk you?”

“Eh, no it’s okay! I’ll be fine. And I wouldn’t want you to miss your big boost.”

“Pfft, bro, it’s cool,” he said, shrugging. “It’s, like, super late and dark outside. I don’t anything to happen to you, you know?”

Trevor flashed his pearly whites in a smile and you swallowed, chills rippling down your spine.

“...Right. Thanks.”

Getting his stuff, Trevor followed you to the door. You made sure to go first, and as soon as you were completely outside, the door slammed shut behind you. You spun around, gaping as the door and windows were outlined with Douxie’s blue magic. The door locked on its own and the lights inside died, plunging the café in partial darkness.

“What the heck?” Trevor pushed and pulled on the door but to no avail. You took a step back when Trevor looked at you, gritting his teeth, and tried ramming the glass. Still nothing.

“You’re not going anywhere, Star Trev.” Douxie emerged from the shadows, magic pulsing in his hands. “And you’re not laying a finger on (Name).”

“Dude what are you talking abou- AAIIIEEEEE!!!” A high-pitch scream, and Trevor was throwing himself out of the way of a blast of blue. He scrambled away and back onto his feet. “Yo, dude, what’s going on?!”

“Oh, don’t play dumb!” Douxie said. “You can’t fool me, charmling!” Douxie crossed his arms over his face then released, ropes of magic flinging out and wrapping around Trevor. He fell back onto the floor, writhing and whimpering. Strange that he wasn’t putting up much a fight...

“Go on, then!” Douxie said, his magic poised for another attack. “Reveal your true self!”

“Uh..uh..M-my name’s Trevor, I-I’m eighteen and I like puppies and I a-actually cheated on my math exam and I think emo guys are r-really cool and- Dude please don’t hurt me!!!” Trevor kept squirming, now shaking with melodramatic sobbing.

Alright, so things were starting to not add up but Douxie didn’t relent. “Me hurt you? You’re the one who wants to eat (Name)’s heart!”

“Huh?! Y-yo, I ain’t a cannibal man!” Trevor wailed. “I-I mean I bit my brother once b-but that was a long time ago but I wasn’t tryin’ to eat him!!”

Okay this...wasn’t supposed to happen. Douxie lowered his bracelet arm just a little bit, his hostility wavering.

“Then what was all that talk about a delicious heart?” He couldn’t relax just yet. “Didn’t you stay behind today to get (Name) alone?”

“What? Bro, (Name) told me if I stayed here until midnight I would get extra brownie points for Granny’s Baking House!” His terror suspended for a moment, Trevor struggled and somehow managed to fish his phone out of his pocket, showing to the screen to Douxie. Sure enough, a cartoonish grandma in a fluffy apron and a pair of pink oven mitts was smiling warmly back at him, a window full of pastries on display behind her. The screen then flickered to a picture of the same grandma clad in armor, brandishing a pie at a three-headed dragon.

“Brownie...points?”

Trevor rolled his eyes at the apparent amateur Douxie was. “Uh, yeah. If you get five hundred brownie points, Granny gives you a heart-shaped cake! It’s the strongest cake in the game, man! And it even comes with a real life recipe. All I need is, like, fifty more points!”

“Heart...shaped...cake...”

Oh, fuzzbuckets.

“Dude, why do you keep, like, repeating my words?” Trevor sighed, leaning his head back against the floor. “Yeah, but then (Name) was gonna walk home alone and like I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t go with her, ya know?” Then he reverted into a mocking tone. “Whatever, I bet this place wasn’t even going to give me that many brownies. Hardy-har-haaar!” And then he seemed to remember that he was still tied up. “U-uh, but for real, Emo Dude, I ain’t trying to steal your girl! L-like she’s cool but n-not really my type...”

Douxie felt his face go warm. “She’s not my girl, she’s my...” His smacked his hand against his forehead. “Ugh, blast it all...” How had it come to this?

With a wave of his hand, Douxie released Trevor from the binds. Trevor rose nervously to his feet. Douxie sagged his shoulders, feeling bad.

And really, really stupid.

“Well...This was clearly a misunderstanding. My apologies, Trevor.” Douxie willed the lights to turn back on and the doors to unlock. You hurried inside, having watched the whole thing.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking back and forth between the two. “Is...everything good?”

“Yo, are you, like, a magician?” Trevor asked, awestruck as Douxie punched in a spell on his bracelet. “How’d you do all of that-”

“Interminus nocti slumberso.” A blue mist blew out of Douxie’s hands and onto Trevor’s face, instantly knocking him out cold onto the couch. You were about to protest, but then it didn’t take you long to figure out what must’ve happened. So you stayed silent, somewhere between relief, wanting to laugh, and wanting to give Douxie a hug (though, you were always down for the latter).

He and you listened to Trevor’s snoring for several seconds before looking at each other.

Looking at you standing beside him after so long, having nothing to do with schoolwork or Trevor, the void the last two weeks without you left was even more apparent.

Douxie was so glad to see you. To just be with you.

“I...messed up,” was all he could say, his eyes downcast.

You breathed a chuckle through your nose. “It’s okay. I’m quite glad my heart is safe and not at risk of being eaten by a monster.” You gestured to Trevor. “And that this guy will probably think it was all a dream.”

Douxie groaned, sinking down into the nearest chair and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he murmured. “Ah, fuzzbuckets....”

“What do you mean?”

“I just...I don’t know. I had such a bad feeling about him.” Douxie flicked a hand towards Trevor, who was now curled in a fetal position and murmuring something about pancakes. “And he was always around you so I figured you were in trouble somehow but...”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat started to pick up. “Were you...upset? That he was always around me?”

Upset? Douxie stared back at you. He hadn’t known for the longest now what to call what he’d been feeling every time Trevor made you laugh. Every time you mentioned how smart and funny he was. Every time Douxie knew you were at the library with him. Every time he was right behind you coming into Benoit’s. All of a sudden for two weeks you’d been sparse in Douxie’s life, instead occupied with...someone else. Some other...

Douxie looked away, hiding his face. “I guess I was a little upset.” He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I’ve missed you, (Name), and seeing you with Trevor all the time and hardly being able to talk you was just...I suppose I felt...”

“...Jealous?” The word slipped before you realized it. Now that you had, your face went scarlet and your body felt fuzzy because could Douxie really feel jealous over you? Did he long for your attention like you longed for his? But then the surprised and contemplating look on Douxie’s face had you scrambling to recover because that just couldn’t be the case and so not that sort of jealousy.

“Uh, I-I mean...maybe not jealous. Some people just give off a vibe, you know? You don’t always click with everyone. Trevor didn’t seem to really like you either and -”

“(Name).” Douxie was smiling at you. Then he got up and threw an arm around your shoulders, leaning his cheek on top of your head. “No...I think you’re right. I guess...I didn’t want him to steal you away from m...from us.” He looked down at you. “You didn’t find him too charming, did you?”

How could Douxie ask you that when he was holding you and grinning at you like that? If only you could tell Douxie that no one compared to him in your eyes. That no one shined brighter than your beloved wizard.

“Not in the slightest,” you said, your cheeks pink. “I missed you...you guys like crazy, too.” You leaned your head against Douxie’s shoulder. “No one’s stealing me. You guys are my...” What were you saying? Think, think, think. “My favorites!” You looked up and smiled awkwardly. “You guys are my absolute favorites. And you’re my favorite b- er...guy...friend! My favorite, best guy friend ever.”

Douxie stared down at you for several seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter muffled into his fist. It put you in a trance because you rarely saw Douxie laugh but it was one of the greatest things in the world. It was so lovely you forgot to feel embarrassed.

“Well that’s good to hear,” Douxie said. His eyes went all gentle, so your insides turned to goo. “You’re also my favorite, (Name).” Douxie took in your soft, kind eyes gazing up at him. Your slightly parted lips. Your rosy cheeks. Every time without fail, it sent warmth like a candle blooming in his chest.

Precious.

“I passed everything!” you exclaimed as you burst through the doors of Arcane Books. You gave Douxie a walloping high-five and flopped across the counter, thoroughly done with school. “One more week and I’m graduating, can you believe it?”

“Congratulations,” Douxie said, ruffling you hair. He finished organizing a stack of books onto a shelf before joining you at a table. “How was Trevor today?”

You shrugged with a grin. “Himself. Going on about how eating too much spinach gives you ‘wicked dreams.’”

“We’ll let him have that one.” Douxie smiled. “It’s good to have you back, (Name).”

Douxie sitting across from you with a backdrop of bookshelves and gothic decorations. It filled your heart.

“Glad I can be back.” You stretched out across the table before folding your arms under you and closing your eyes. Unable to see Douxie’s face. How truly happy he was.

You were here with him.

You were with each other.

Favorites.

#HOLY FUZZBUCKETS GUYS THIS TOOK SO MUCH OUT OF ME TO WRITE #You know how difficult it is to write someone who's jealous over someone they don't know they've got the feels for yet??? IT'S HARD #Reader is sweet and endearing #that's why Douxie wuvs you #But alas #my Oblivious Doorknob Douxie headcanon still stands :'D #Trevor ended up being a discount Steve lol #Jungle Juice was an actual drink I learned how to make at my first job #made with spinach!#Zoe is never having it with Douxie I swear #Douxie x Reader #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa zoe #toa archie #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #slow burn #friendship jealousy's a thing but we got the feels here #hope Douxie didn't turn out super OC in this #I really considered how he would act and what he would say #rika writes #rika tries to write #myart #rika tries to draw #still fun tho

46 notes · View notes

currywaifu · 5 years ago

Text

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: mutuals 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.9k words, 2 images

𝐚𝐧: me? back w/ fluff? it’s expected at this point! his speech is hard for me to replicate, but I rly do love Kazunari so I hope I did this scenario justice! I, uh, got too excited at the prospect of “insta mutuals” oops~ hope you don’t mind the additional media TT

The Insta notification that popped up on the top of your screen distracted you from the game you were playing. Normally you’d flick the notif away, but as soon as you realised what it was about, you rushed to finish the rest of the stage.

You and Kazunari have been Insta Mutuals for nearly a year now, ever since he hit you with a follow and you proceeded to stalk his readily-available socials.

The two of you had been liking and commenting on each others’ posts for weeks on end, starting off with you praising his most recent graphic design work to him sending a paragraph of heart emojis on the most recent fan art you drew.

Somewhere in between following each others’ spam accounts to tagging each other on Insta story games, he finally slid into your DMs and the rest was history. Sort of.

You knew what people said about online dating, or even just long distance relationships in general, but try as you might it was hard not to fall for Kazunari.

The more you talked to him, the less he stayed as your “funny artist mutual” and soon enough he progressed into the “still funny but also really sweet and cute artist online friend, 10/10 would date if asked” category.

You didn’t bother stifling your laugh as you looked at the message he sent you, immediately liking his selfie before saving it on your phone.

Okay, no. He can’t just hit you with an “I do wanna meet u already” and then take it back but not fully commit to it!

You waited for him to respond through text, but instead got hit by your ringtone blaring loudly at such an ungodly hour. At the sight of your contact nickname for him, you eagerly answered his call. You rushed to get the first word in, him doing the same unbeknownst to you.

“Kazu-“

“Babe, I-“

The both of you paused, his eventual laughter easing up your tension as you let out a giggle of your own. You mentally told yourself not to be so nervous— Kazunari and you would have this conversation eventually anyway; besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t want to see him in person. It was quite the opposite, actually. You just figured that conversations like this needed to happen in call, at least.

“Shoot, should probs shut up so Mukkun doesn’t wake up,” Kazunari commented, his voice volume already lowered, “do you wanna go first?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with resolve. You gathered up your thoughts, formulating the next set of sentences that would leave your mouth, before ultimately deciding on one question. “I just need to know first… how serious were you about meeting up irl?”

“I mean, that wasn’t what I meant when I sent the message? But like, it’s still valid, you know?” he paused, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to continue, “it’s not the first time I’ve thought about meeting you. I think about it a lot, actually.”

It was a bit of a shame the two of you chose to voice call instead of video call. You would’ve loved to see your boyfriend’s face just about now, though you supposed it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a heart attack a quarter to 4 in the morning.

Plus, you weren’t sure you could handle him teasing and throwing compliments at you due to your clearly visible elation, if the upwards stretch of your lips was anything to go by.

“Babe? You still there? Did you pass out, or…” In reality it had only been a few seconds, but still you didn’t want to leave him hanging. Not when the two of you were talking about something that meant taking the next step in your relationship.

“I’m still here, Kazu,” you reassured him. Your voice shook slightly, a sliver of your excitement slipping through the cracks. “I’m the same. Like, no lie I was shocked we brought it up like this, but, um… I’m ready, and if you’re ready, too, I want to meet up with you.”

“Wait, wait, wait— hol’ up! So we’re finally going—“ he laughed for the second time tonight, a fuzzy-wuzzy warmth escaping as its sound equivalent. “Wahh! Of course I’m ready! Can’t wait to finally see what a cutie you are irl♪ Hngg, how am I supposed to sleep now? I’m too hyped up!”

You rolled your eyes, despite understanding exactly how he felt. His infectious cheerfulness amplified the blossoming commotion occurring inside your brain. Despite not making any official plans yet, the prospect of finally meeting up had you frenzied.

Still, one of you had to be at least slightly responsible. While you wouldn’t claim to know his daily schedule, if Veludo Arts was anything like your university, he should be as swamped with workload as you were. Actually, maybe that was the reason he was up so late? That’s how it was for you, anyway excluding the fact that you took a break to stamina clear.

“It’s nearly 4 am… do you wanna continue planning this tomorrow? Err, rather, in a couple hours? After our lectures end, maybe?” You asked, though by the tiny whine Kazunari let out you had a feeling he wasn’t going to agree so quickly.

“Ehh? Why don’t we do it now? I have so many ideas about where we could go, and what we could do… oh! I could introduce you to everyone in Mankai! I’m sure they’d love-“

“I’d love to meet them too,” you cut him off, tone as firm as you could manage at this time, “and I want to hear your ideas, really, but I just know if I let you keep talking the sun will rise before we’ve even decided on a date.”

You chuckled as Kazunari let out a sound of protest, though you had a feeling he knew you weren’t wrong about your assessment. “Zuzu~ Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”

His phone microphone picked up on an audible gasp. “Ehh, how come you rarely call me Zuzu? It’s cute when you say it!”

“Because it sounds like a nickname you’d give to a Pokemon!”

“Uwu, maybe I’ll get Itarun to lend me a copy? Then I’ll catch the cutest Pokemon and name it after you~” you nearly groaned at how fluffy he was being. Seriously, he was distracting you from your agenda of going to sleep!

“Kazu! Stop flirting with me at 4 am or we might not fall asleep!”

Though you couldn’t see him, you were 200% sure he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now. “Me? Using tactics to get you to keep talking with me? Never,” he claimed, professing his false innocence.

“Well, I’m not falling for it! I may not be able to physically tuck you in bed right now, but I can in spirit!”

“Oh!? Then can you give me a goodnight kiss in spirit, too?”

At this point, you were sure that even with just a poke on the cheek you’d be able to feel the heat beginning to envelop your face.

As Kazunari finished laughing, you let the quiet lull of the night seep in the conversation for a few moments before gently breaking it.

“I’d rather give you a kiss irl, though.”

And just like that, you claimed victory over the game he started. With how Kazunari sputtered, a part of you worried that he’d disturb his roommate’s slumber. Still, an even bigger part of you was smug to have him speechless for that much of a duration.

“Babeeeee,” he drawled, “you’re so, so, so unfair… I, like, really want to hold you tight right now…” he murmured, the rustle of his bedsheets discernible through the call. You found yourself nestling onto your bed, too, snuggling up to a soft pillow.

“Soon,” you suddenly yawned, your tiredness seeming to have settled in the comfier you got on the bed. “We’ll have a lot of time to plan tomorrow and the days after, yeah?”

Kazunari let out a hum in agreement, a comfortable silence following suit.

“Kazu?” You muttered quietly, careful not to disturb your peaceful atmosphere.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. Good night,” you said, heart aflutter as you heard his response.

“I love you, too, cutie~ sweet dreams♪” he said in an unbelievably soft tone, before ending the call.

After quickly connecting your phone to a charger, you fell back atop your bed and hugged your pillow tight, already anticipating the day you’d be able to hold Kazunari in your arms, and you in his.

…

Morning come, you hastily prepared for class as you always did. You fell into your usual routine— as soon as you were out of the bathroom, you selected an outfit and went over the things you needed to bring to uni today.

You stopped for a minute; taking a quick selfie to post on your story and emphasise your exhaustion to your close friends, before making yourself some breakfast. Within less than 5 minutes, your phone pinged— a recorded message from one of your favourite people this early in the morning.

"Mornin' piko☆ You're looking cute as always today♪”

There was no way you would admit to how many times you replayed it to Kazunari, but even so it was a good way to keep you positive for the rest of the day.

You don’t remember Veludo Way being this rowdy, though it was hard to trust your memory when it’s probably been years since you’ve last visited. Somehow, it was not tough to imagine Kazunari walking around and performing here— the liveliness of the streets difficult to not associate with one of the liveliest people you knew.

While the original plan was to meet up at a cute and trendy cafe you saw all over people’s SNS, the two of you agreed to meet up somewhere less crowded and more meaningful to him— the theatre which he’d performed at multiple times in the past.

As you saw the building from a distance, you wondered when you’d be able to see him on stage, too.

A shout of your name pulled you out of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help yourself from running over to meet up faster with the figure that was jumping and waving around in your direction.

Had you any sense left, you probably would have told him that you didn’t want him embarrassing himself in public, but in reality it was quite apparent that you were just as excited to finally see him in person.

“Kazunari!” you can’t help the little shriek you let out as you finally embrace him, only joyous laughter and each others’ names escaping the both of your lips. When you finally got a good look at Kazunari, you nearly wanted to bury yourself into his shirt again.

Everything still seemed so unbelievable. That this was real. That it was finally happening. It almost felt like the dreams you’ve had of this moment many times before.

“How are you so beautiful in person, too?! It’s totes like I’m falling in love with you again♪” Kazunari exclaimed, squeezing you one more time before finally settling on holding hands with you. “Ahh! I super, duper love you!”

Except it wasn’t. There was nothing imaginary about his warmth, and the way his words made you feel, and the beaming sunshine of a smile he aimed at you.

“I love you, too!”

want to order again?

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! kazunari #kazunari miyoshi #miyoshi kazunari #cafe: dessert menu #a3 x reader #a3 actor training game #a3! game #a3! actor training game

220 notes · View notes

xingplytwelve · 4 years ago

Text

𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒

Author’s Note: Requested by @kaydne, I hope you’ll enjoy it! ♡ I’m so sorry I got way too carried away while writing this asdfghjkl, I’ve always wanted to write about One & Only water stage and the requested Idol!AU, established R/S!AU just fits in so perfectly!!! (sorz I had to repost this to fix an error!) Pairing: Yixing x Reader Genre/ AU: Fluff, Smut, Idol AU Rating/ Warnings: NC-17 Word Count: 2.6k

You softened immediately the moment your boyfriend showed you his disappointed expression by accident when you told him that you won’t be able to make it for the final concert of the tour. Realising that he was probably too obvious in showing his emotions, he then added quickly, ‘it’s okay baby, I know you’re busy preparing for your comeback and you’ll also be rooting for me even though you won’t be there physically!’ You had to hide your chuckle, not because of how he was trying his best to be positive, but because you knew you how bad you were at lying, and hiding secrets. Of course you’ll be there for the concert, you just wanted to surprise him. But knowing him, he’ll believe anything you said. ‘I’m sorry, yixing. I’ll make it up to you when we’re finally able to meet, alright?’ You cooed. ‘Manager is calling me for dance practice, I’ll FaceTime you tomorrow again ok?’ You added, before hanging up the call.

‘y/n can’t come for our final show?’ Baekhyun asked, quite doubtfully in fact, when he noticed how crestfallen yixing looked after ending the video call. Yixing nodded, but knowing how he couldn’t hide anything from baekhyun did cracked him up a little. He couldn’t even recall the last time you guys met in person, it was always conflicting schedules between you two and so challenging to find a time where y'all can meet. Even though the two of you make it a point to call each other everyday, it was just different. Yixing was just dying to have you in his arms, and not to mention to have himself inside you. ‘y/n is busy… I should be more understanding, right?’ Yixing whined. Baekhyun simply laughed at how simple-minded yixing was, that he didn’t find it suspicious that his girlfriend of two years who had never missed any of their concerts told him that she’s not attending just a few days before, before reassuring, ‘don’t worry! I’m sure you guys will be able to meet soon. I haven’t seen Belle for quite some time too.’

It was the day of the concert and you were already making your way there slightly earlier than usual, to meet the rest. To avoid the unnecessary attention, you had put on a cap and a mask, though you were wearing the hoodie that yixing had left at your place the last time he stayed over, since you knew that he loved seeing you in his clothes. ‘I thought you wasn’t coming!’ Jongdae’s wife exclaimed, their adorable daughter, now a toddler, clinging onto her calves shyly. ‘you believed her?!’ Belle asked in disbelief, trying her best to control her laughter. It’s no wonder that she’s baekhyun’s girlfriend, they fit together perfectly, just like puzzle pieces. ‘I’m just trying to surprise my silly boyfriend okay, come on!’ You answered the both of them, as you guys started making your way in to the concert hall. You heard some girls mumbling among themselves as they stared at you, so you simply pulled down your cap a little more hoping that you’ll go unnoticed. ‘When was the last time you met yixing?’ Belle asked, while waiting for the concert to start. ‘It’s been super long, I can’t remember… I missed him so much,’ you confessed, and as much as you love seeing yixing on stage, you just couldn’t wait for the concert to end already, so that you can finally get some time with him. ‘It must have been extra hard for you with your schedules… I missed baek too,’ belle said as she leaned on your shoulder playfully. ‘This lucky women gets to spend time with her Jongdae every single day, I’m so envious!’ She then whispered to you. And both of you ended up laughing while the other was still busy with her daughter.

The concert started with their title tracks over the years, and it was soon the various performances by the vocal and dance lines. The two of them went nuts the moment jongdae and baekhyun were on stage, along with Kyungsoo performing moonlight, with belle constantly hitting your arm and screaming, ‘that’s my boyfriend! Did you see how he hit his high notes?!’ You simply nodded, as you waited patiently for yixing’s stage with jongin and sehun. The stage was clouded, while water started to tide as the boys exchanged stages. The beat dropped, and all you could see was how yixing was moving so elegantly, and yet still so powerfully when he brings out those dance moves. He was soaked from the water falling above, from head to toe, his shirt sticking onto his fair skin but he still does every single step so effortlessly. It was as though he wasn't even thinking, his body just moved along naturally to the music, and you were truly mesmerised, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. As the song comes to an end, as if how soaked he was wasn’t sexy enough, he decided to rip his shirt apart, and the whole hall just went crazy, while the two girls gave you a cheeky look which you didn’t noticed, because you were still so into it. All you could think about was if only he was doing what he did earlier on onto you.

Very soon, the concert was ending, and it was just left with the members saying a few words to the fans. Suho was the one who started off first, but as usual, the members was fooling around and not listening to him. Jongdae was up next, thanking the members, the fans, and of course his dear wife, in which the camera had her up on the big screen. You saw baekhyun whispering something to yixing, before taking over from jongdae and that was when yixing looked in your direction. The expression he had when he realised you had tricked him was priceless, and you couldn’t help but to laugh under your mask. Yixing was still in shock when it was his turn to speak, not knowing what to say probably, but baekhyun nudged him again to get him started. ‘This is our final show for the tour and I am extremely grateful to those who are here today to watch all of us. To the members, and the fans, nothing can express my gratitude. And also, I was stunned for awhile because my girlfriend said she couldn’t make it today because of her upcoming promotions, but there she is,’ yixing said, as he pointed towards you. The fans were going crazy at how sweet he was, as you heard awws everywhere. You wasn’t expecting this, but as the camera turned to you, you stood up, removing your cap and mask as you bowed. ‘Shall we get y/n to come up on stage?!’ Baekhyun shouted into his mic and handed it towards the crowd he moment he finished his sentence. You gave belle a small frown, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. It had been a year since you and yixing announced your relationship to the public, and you were so glad that there’s not much of hate going around. Both his and your fans were really supportive, and you were really thankful for that. Yixing passed his mic to you when you were up on stage, which you quickly took and said before bowing, ‘thank you to everyone who has been supporting exo and yixing. Please continue to give them more love!’ Yixing was smiling like a child when you passed the mic back, whispering, ‘you’re so hot in my clothes. See you later baby.’ ‘Please give y/n lots of love too!’ Yixing said, right before you went down the stage. You were swamped with fans requesting for autographs and selfies the moment the concert ended, which you had tried your best to complied, before being brought backstage by the security guards.

Yixing was waiting for you, and you fastened your pace as you walked towards him, pouncing onto him the moment you were close enough. ‘I missed you so much, baby. You lied to - ’ he started out, but you just couldn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before crushing your lips on his. You held his face with both hands as you let him entered your mouth, and just when the both of you were enjoying this moment after god knows when, you both heard jongdae, ‘Please guys, we have children around!’ Both of you parted away from each other, and you found yourself blushing when you opened your eyes to see jongdae just a few steps away, covering his daughter’s eyes, chuckling. You buried your face in the crook of yixing’s neck, while he turned around slightly to face jongdae, sticking his tongue out at him. ‘Looks like we have to take this somewhere else,’ yixing whispered, before heading into his dressing room, locking the door after. ‘You can put me down now yixing,’ you said, leaning back a little to look at him. Yixing gave you a frown, as he said sternly, ‘oh hell no, you’ve been naughty.’ You knew clearly what he meant by that, but here? Really? Yixing then walked towards the makeup table, and sat you down on it, before leaning closer for another kiss when you stopped him. ‘Here?’ You asked, quite reluctant at the idea. Yixing gave you a nod, his left hand finding it’s way into your inner thighs, squeezing against your flesh without even giving you the time to respond. You whimpered at his touch, and you told yourself to just screw it. ‘exciting, isn’t it? Ideal for a bad girl like you,’ yixing teased, before giving you a deep and breath-taking kiss. His right hand was gradually making it’s way up under your hoodie, or rather, his hoodie. You moaned lightly the moment his thumb started rubbing against your clothed nipple.

‘Enjoying yourself?’ Yixing asked seductively. You had almost rolled your eyes at how obvious the answer to his question was, and seeing that you refused to answer him, he stopped. ‘Yixing… Continue please,’ you begged, before adding, ‘I want more, yixing, my clasp is in front.’ Yixing smirked, his gaze fixated on you as he unclasped your bra, before continuing what he was doing just like you’ve requested. He then groped your breast after a few more rubs, making you gasped. His fingers were running up and down your entrance, and sensing that you probably couldn’t care less anymore, he hooked his index finger onto the waistband of your lacy panties, and pulled them down slowly, before flinging them across the room once they were entirely off. You rested your palms on the edge of the makeup table as your body weakened from yixing circling his thumb around your already wet folds, your chest heaving from the fast breaths. Just then, you heard a loud moan escaping from the other room. You looked at yixing, and you knew he heard it too. Realising that it must have been baek and belle, both of you giggled, as yixing sneered, ‘great minds think alike huh? But I’ll pleasure you so much, that you’ll be louder than that, baby.’ He started leaving kisses on your neck, sucking onto your delicate skin gently, mindful not leave any markings behind. He moved his way up, to your jaw, before running his tongue over your lips playfully and giving you an affectionate kiss while his fingers worked it’s magic against your entrance. ‘HNGGGG,’ you screamed when yixing inserted his digit into you while you were still immersed in his kisses, taking you by surprise. ‘that’ll show em,’ yixing mumbled, parting away as he continued pumping. It didn’t take long for him to shove the second one inside you, his fingers now deep and curving within you. Your back arches uncontrollably, as your hands started moving from the table edge to the hems of yixing’s t-shirt, clenching onto them. You were already chasing your high just from yixing’s fingers, you can’t imagine how good it’ll feel when he finally grinds himself into you. Your grip tighten on his shirt, the hems soon twisted around in a messy fashion when you felt your own release. Yixing then withdrew himself from you, while you were still shaking slightly, recovering from your orgasm. Another smirk was hanging on yixing’s face as he looked at what you left all over his fingers, before licking them clean while he kept his eyes on you. But while he was doing so, you just couldn’t help but to notice his growing bulge, waiting to be freed. Just as yixing was about done, you released your grip from his shirt, as you moved downwards, giving his shaft a squeeze, making him groaned.

You then helped him removed his pants, watching his cock being released as you waited for him to fuck you in anticipation. Yixing placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs wider than they already were, so wide, that you had to resist a cry. His face was barely itches away from yours with his cock brushing against you lightly, as he asked, ‘are you ready for me?’ You nodded in desperation, hoping that yixing will take you right now, but he denied, ‘use your words, baby.’ ‘yes yixing, I need you inside me now, I need you so bad,’ you pleaded. ‘as you wished,’ yixing said, pleased, before slamming himself into you. You moaned, clearly audible even to the room beside yixing’s. ‘you’re doing so well,’ yixing mumbled as he grinds his hips against you. ‘yixing… this was all I can think about during your stage just now…’ you purred as he continued thrusting at a rhythmic pace. You pulled him closer by his shoulders, clinging onto him as you moved your hips along, making it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. Just as his thrusts were getting erratic, he grabbed your legs, pinning your ankles down to the table edge and used them as a support, instead of letting your legs dangle around freely. You whimpered at his strength, and your fingers raked through his hair as he continued thrusting inside you hard. You could sensed your second one approaching, your walls tightening around him and you knew yixing was close too. The way he moves and how he bit his lips, you just knew it. ‘fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,’ yixing said in between breaths. You held onto his arms, stopping him the moment you felt he was about to pull out, even though you knew the obvious reasons why he was going to. You had told him once that your period was late, and that you were so afraid, and ever since then, you guys always had protected sex, or he’ll pull out. But just for tonight, you wanted him to fill you up. ‘cum inside me, yixing,’ you murmured, neediness overflowing from your voice. The dressing room echoed with moans, and yixing’s cursing as both of you reaches your high. He released your ankles, hands now resting on your thighs as he catches his breath.

You pulled him in for a hug, before saying, ‘I feel so good, yixing. I missed you.’ Yixing smiled, as he planted a kiss on your forehead while caressing your cheeks. ‘me too, baby. Remember to take the pill, ok?’ Yixing reminded, his loving touch now turned into a light pinch, making you pout. ‘We’re leaving, bye yixing! Bye y/n!’ Baekhyun and belle shouted from outside. ‘Bye! Whatever happened backstage stays at the backstage yah!’ Yixing turned away from you slightly as he answered back. ‘Let’s order in supper at my place?’ You asked the moment he turned back, hands interlocked with his, refusing to let them go. ‘I’ll love that,’ yixing said with a grin as he pressed his forehead against yours, before adding, ‘then I’ll have you again, as a midnight snack.’

#exo fanfics #exosnet #exowritersnet #yixing fluff #yixing smut #yixing x reader #yixing fanfiction #yixing scenario #yixing #zhang yixing #requested #layonyixing writes

29 notes · View notes

visander · 4 years ago

Text

A Bit of Space (6/6)

The end.

You can read this chapter on ao3 here or listen to a podfic version here. Special thanks to @accal1a for creating the podfic and @the-prophet-lemonade for beta reading this chapter.

Chapter Six:

It turned out swimming was a wonderful idea because by the time they made it back to the ship, hours had gone by and Alec declared that it was time to test the solar panels.

It was a big moment, one that could change everything but Magnus found himself hesitating. If the solar panels were working and generating enough power, they might be able to contact someone on the radio tonight. If that failed, they could listen to music. And if they didn’t have enough power for even that, at least they could use the lights inside the ship. Magnus would be thrilled by anything, at this point.

But coming back from swimming, the feeling of Alec’s lips still lingering on his own, it felt like whiplash to see Alec revert to his role as Captain Lightwood as he began talking rapidly about solar panels, electricity and hope. If the solar panels didn’t work, nothing would change and yet, if they did, everything could.

Magnus felt tired. Swimming had drained him and instead of feeling excitement at the possibility of radio communication, Magnus felt numb. He would be disappointed if this didn’t work but he hadn’t gotten his hopes up and if he was stranded here forever with Alec- well, that didn’t seem so bad.

On Earth, maybe Alec wouldn’t like him anymore. Maybe everything would be different there and whatever made them click here would be gone. Maybe they’d been through too much together to ever make a life somewhere normal. There was a part of Magnus that wondered if they only made sense here, halfway across the universe and stranded on some unknown planet. Here, they were each other’s only option.

On Earth, Alec might not want Magnus anymore. He told Magnus he was in the closet and he might be too embarrassed to leave it or perhaps he’d ask Magnus to move out of the loft he loved so much. They might bicker, fight and disagree on everything. They might have nothing in common when the threat of survival wasn’t looming over their heads.

What if Alec didn’t like cats? What if he didn’t get along with Ragnor and Catarina? What if he didn’t understand Raphael’s dry charm? What if Alec didn’t want kids? What if he did? Magnus wasn’t even sure if he wanted kids or not.

Things were so simple here. He and Alec, they fit together because they had nothing left. Every part of their old selves was scattered and smashed apart by the crash but now, they might have to assemble all the little pieces back together. It left Magnus with one, burning question: if they were rescued, would they even like each other anymore?

When Alec flicked the switch on the main console and their ship lit up instantly, Magnus was excited. When the automatic door began whirring for the first time in months and they didn’t have to pull the crank to open it, Magnus was ecstatic. When he charged up his camera and took a wonderful series of photos of Alec and Apollo, Magnus was thrilled. How could he not be?

When Alec turned on the radio and his face lit up as he told Magnus that they had a signal, Magnus was happy. He was happy that they might wake up tomorrow to news that they were being rescued, that someone was on their way. Of course, he wanted to go home but when he laid in bed that night, his head pillowed on Alec’s chest, gazing at Alec’s arm and leg that dangled off the edge of the couch, Magnus wondered, if none of this had ever happened to them, would Alec have even looked at him twice?

They waited beside the console the next morning, eating inside rather than outside like they normally did. Magnus knew it might take a while to hear back, even if their radio was working, but Alec didn’t want to risk leaving it unattended. It would be just their luck they’d leave for a few minutes and the radio would go off.

Instead, they sat together, eating in silence. Apollo had disappeared for the day and Alec seemed like he was in just as much of a reflective mood as Magnus was.

Magnus wondered what Alec was thinking about. The silence hung unbroken above their heads, minutes piling up, before Alec finally spoke. “What are you going to do?” he asked softly. “If we can go back home, I mean.”

Magnus frowned. He’d thought about it a little, but mostly in terms of Alec. He wondered if Alec would want to come stay with him in New York for a while, after being reunited with his family, or if he would quickly grow sick of Magnus’ company. He wondered if Alec would be polite enough to say no to his face, or if they would part ways at the landing site and not see each other again, resigned to weeks of missed calls and email promises that would eventually lead to nothing.

“Well, I certainly will not be going into space again any time soon,” Magnus muttered, choosing that instead of voicing any of his fears out loud.

Alec smiled, laughing softly. “Yeah, me neither.”

They lapsed into silence again. It felt stiff and awkward, a thick sort of silence that weighed down on Magnus’ shoulders, no matter how many times it looked like Alec was about to say something, or how many times Magnus tried and failed to start a conversation.

Magnus wondered what that was about, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Nothing came from the radio the next day.

Magnus was disappointed, but not as disappointed as he thought he’d be. There was part of him that felt a little relieved, but as soon as he acknowledged that feeling in his head, he was swamped by a wave of guilt. It was selfish. Magnus was sure Alec wanted to go home. He knew Alec missed his family and Magnus did too. Magnus missed his friends dearly. He knew Ragnor would be in a foul mood, thinking he’d died and he owed it to Catarina to go save her from it. He wanted to go home.

But he also wasn’t too upset to learn they didn't have the choice to go home, the same way they didn't have it last week. They didn’t have to talk about how things would change. They didn’t have to jump into the uncertainty of the future. All they had to do was stay here because that was the only option available to them.

Magnus wasn’t sure if Alec was disappointed when nothing came from the radio. If he was, he didn’t show it and he definitely didn’t want to talk about it.

Magnus was sprawled alone on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep, aware of the cold absence of a body next to him. He rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face into the hard excuse for a pillow. It was just then that he became aware of someone speaking, someone who was distinctly not Alec. He was grateful that Alec was missing from his side because he jolted up so suddenly that he only narrowly avoided falling off the couch, catching himself with an outstretched hand.

Alec was already awake. He sat on the sofa across from Magnus, looking as pale as a ghost as he stared over at the radio console. The radio console that was crackling with the sound of someone calling their names, over and over again.

Magnus couldn’t even comprehend what he was hearing. He was glad it seemed like Alec was listening, because he definitely was not. His thoughts were scrambled. All he could think was that someone had heard them.

Someone had heard them and they were responding.

“-please respond with your status.” The message restarted after a few moments of silence. “Crew 108, we have received your-”

Alec jumped to his feet. He rushed over to the radio and hit the button to respond before Magnus could even move.

“This is Crew 108,” Alec barked into the receiver. “Our condition is stable. We have enough food for approximately fifty days. We found a water source. This is Alexander Lightwood speaking, and next to me is Magnus Bane. We are the only survivors of the crash.”

Alec let the button go. The message they had received began replaying again, but neither Alec nor Magnus moved to turn it off. They just listened in shock, letting the words repeat over and over again.

“They heard us,” Alec whispered finally.

Magnus put his hand on Alec’s arm and squeezed it. “They’re going to come get us,” he heard himself say. Half of him was still somewhere deep in his own head, trying to figure out what exactly that meant.

“It’s going to take a while. They never do anything quick.” Alec responded.

Fifty days. They had fifty days left of food, fifty days for mission control to launch a rescue mission. Fifty days left here with Alec.

“My sister is going to kill me,” Alec said as he laughed soft and relieved.

Ragnor, Magnus thought with a jolt. He was going to see Ragnor again. He was going to see Catarina again. He was going to see Raphael. He was going to see his home again. He was going to see New York again. Part of Magnus still didn’t think it could possibly be true.

“They better still have my cat,” he said finally. Magnus was going to kill Ragnor if he’d gotten rid of his cat.

The response came quicker than Magnus had expected.

Mission control was putting together a rescue mission to come get them as soon as possible. They hadn’t announced when they’d be launching yet but the goal was to get them before their food ran out, which was good for them both. Magnus cringed as he imagined trying to eat the sticky translucent leaves outside.

After that mission control had a million questions about the planet they were on and how exactly they had survived. Magnus told them about Apollo and was thrilled by the excitement he received from the other end of the line. It was exceptionally fulfilling, considering that Alec’s first reaction to discovering they weren’t alone on the surface of the planet was trying to kick Apollo out.

Knowing they’d be rescued and his data would be useful, Magnus set out to document as much as he could before they were picked up. He took photos of everything, from the plants outside to where they’d been sleeping, to Apollo and even a couple selfies, with Alec rolling his eyes in the background.

Magnus looked through his notes, knowing now that people would actually be seeing them. He ripped out the page where he’d written to Ragnor. All of this would be heavily documented the second they were picked up. Magnus wouldn’t doubt if it was scrutinized in classrooms and research facilities across the globe. The last thing he needed was for Ragnor and the rest of the world to know exactly how teary eyed he’d gotten at the thought of never seeing him again. Ragnor would never let it go.

Ragnor would also never let it go if he saw exactly how emotional Magnus had gotten when they’d been forwarded messages from their families but thankfully, Ragnor was completely unaware of that one. If Ragnor asked later, Magnus would insist he was completely unshaken by Ragnor’s snarky message about how Magnus owed him money for the funeral he’d arranged. Magnus was pretty sure his funeral was paid for by the government but he’d hash that out with Ragnor when he actually saw him.

They also learned that there had been a monument built for their ship and all the crew that had been lost with it. Ragnor explained that it would have been a pain to scrape Alec and Magnus’ names off it, so apparently the plaque was being amended to show they hadn’t actually died.

Magnus asked Alec if he wanted to see the monument with him, when they returned to Earth. Instantly, Alec said no. He thought it would be weird to see a bronze version of himself, but both he and Magnus knew they would probably be forced to visit it in the endless press conferences they’d have to attend. Magnus could hear the book offers now.

Though Magnus’ question had been a joking one, they hadn’t really talked about what going home meant for either of them or what it meant for them together. Magnus thought that perhaps, they’d both been pointedly ignoring the conversation they very clearly needed to have.

“So-” Magnus started without prompting. “You’re not out,” He finished. He’d wanted to be a bit more tactful with how he brought it up but Alec didn’t seem offended by Magnus’ abrupt question.

Instead, he took a deep breath. “No but I think-” Alec hesitated for a moment and that alone made Magnus nervous. “I think I want to be.” He said at last. “Everyone thought I was dead. If there was any better time to do it and have my parents' sympathy, it would be now.”

Magnus nodded. That made sense. If he had any grand secret to reveal, it would be a good time to do it but that wasn’t exactly the question Magnus had wanted to ask or have an answer to. “And what does that mean for us?” He asked, only meeting Alec’s eyes when he forced himself to. He didn’t want to look like a coward or like he was as nervous as he really was.

“Well,” Alec began, a soft flush coming over his cheeks. “I think it would be nice to, uh, continue this, if that’s… if that’s what you want to do as well.”

It took a moment for Alec’s words to sink in but Magnus found himself smiling as they did. “I would like that,” he said. “We’ve gotten rather close-” Alec laughed softly. Close seemed like a great simplification for what they’d gone through together. “-but there's still a lot I’d like to learn about you.” Magnus admitted, his words coming in a little bit of a rush now. “Like which side of the bed you sleep on. If you leave dishes in the sink or if you clean them right away. What your favorite restaurant is. If you can cook.”

A slow smile stretched across Alec’s face as Magnus spoke. “It almost sounds like you want to know what I’d be like to live with,” he said.

Magnus blinked. That wasn’t what he’d been trying to imply, but that was exactly what he’d described. “Well,” Magnus tried to force down any embarrassment he felt bubbling up. “-after everything settles down, maybe we can test it out and go on a vacation somewhere. I’m planning on using all of my time off after this.”

Alec looked up at him. He searched Magnus’ face, like he was trying to see if Magnus was serious. It was the same exact thing he’d done when he’d kissed Magnus so many nights ago, like some part of him was still expecting Magnus to change his mind about him. At last, he nodded. “I’d like that a lot. It’d be nice to pick our destination this time.” Alec looked away for a moment, almost as if he was imagining it, and then he admitted softly, “I was worried once we got home you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”

Magnus’ own doubts flashed through his head. He’d been so worried that Alec would abandon him the moment they stepped foot on Earth again, or maybe pull him aside on the ship ride home and explain to him quietly and surely that they weren’t going to work, not beyond the surface of their new planet. Now, that all seemed so silly.

Magnus found himself suppressing a smile, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bite it back. “Of course not,” he said. “I’ll have as much to do with you as you’ll let me. I plan to make you sick of me by the end of this.”

Magnus was teasing but Alec’s response was entirely serious. He didn’t laugh and when he spoke, there was nothing joking in his tone. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of you.”

Magnus leaned into Alec’s side, letting his head fall onto Alec’s shoulder as they lapsed into silence. He felt a gentle wave of relief wash through him as their conversation sunk in. For the first time in months - for the first time since the crash - he could see the future before him. His and Alec’s future. He couldn’t wait to take Alec out to eat. He couldn’t wait to eat something real. He couldn't wait to take a shower, preferably with Alec by his side.

“Do you think Apollo will miss us?” Magnus asked after a moment.

“Yes,” Alec replied, much to Magnus’ surprise. “But I think he’s growing up too and he’ll move on quickly. He latched onto you when he was a baby, but he’s getting bigger. He’s gone more independant. He’s even changing color.”

It was true. Apollo was turning blue now, much like the fully-grown creature they’d seen out on the water, the first day they ventured to the lake. Small talons were starting to sprout. Apollo came back to the ship less and less and, some nights, stayed out until the morning. The first night Apollo didn’t return had been the night after they regained power, and Magnus wondered if Apollo didn’t like the hum of electricity and the bright lights of the ship’s console, but maybe that was just an excuse Magnus used to make himself feel better.

The truth was probably a lot more simple: Apollo was moving on, just like Alec and Magnus would soon. Magnus had planned to say goodbye to Apollo before they left - he wanted to cuddle his companion to his chest and pet his head and hope that Apollo understood just a little how much Magnus had grown to care for him - but Apollo hadn’t returned to the ship in days now, and a part of Magnus knew he wasn’t coming back.

It was almost like Apollo knew they were about to leave, but Magnus still wished he’d been able to say goodbye.

The ship that came to get them was smaller than their own, but after spending so long cramped together in a single room, it seemed huge. Still, Alec and Magnus spent their first night onboard not unlike they had most nights in the weeks before. They laid curled together in their room, murmuring to each other and exchanging soft, quiet touches as they talked about what would happen now.

Though, some things had changed. For the first time in months, they had an actual bed they could share. It was small and technically, only made for one person, but it was still far bigger than anything they had shared before. They had pillows and blankets now and they even had a window that looked out into the void of space, along with a TV on the wall and anything they could possibly want to access on the ship's extensive database.

Compared to before, they were living in luxury. Even the food - condensed and vacuum sealed as it was - tasted like heaven after so long of eating flavourless protein bars.

Alec had tentatively informed everyone that he and Magnus were together now. He had clearly expected some reprimand from mission control but it never came. Magnus supposed it wouldn’t look good on them, especially after they had abandoned Alec and Magnus on an alien planet and left them to die. Besides, Magnus wasn’t sure if they were technically employed anymore, or if the rules even applied to them now that they were rescuees.

Magnus wondered if he’d have to reopen his bank accounts on Earth, since he and Alec had been declared dead. He wondered what Ragnor had decided to do with the loft, if he’d sold all of Magnus’ worldly possessions the moment Magnus was declared killed in action. They had talked, of course. Magnus had called Ragnor the moment he could, but he hadn’t asked about his money or his stuff. He’d even forgotten to ask about his cat. The sound of Ragnor’s voice on the other end of the satellite link had left Magnus watery eyed and anything else he wanted to say was easily forgotten. It didn’t matter. There would be time to talk about the little things later and Magnus would have the chance to be furious at whatever Ragnor had decided to do in his absence.

Alec had talked to his family too. Magnus had given him some space - even though space was something they now had plenty of - and left him alone to dial his two brothers and his sister. Magnus wanted to give him room to breathe, but there was also a part of him that was curious about what Alec was saying.

Magnus had already told Ragnor about Alec and secretly, Magnus wanted to know what Alec would say about him in return, but he didn’t want to eavesdrop. Instead, he decided to explore the ship, wandering the maze of empty gray hallways and stopping to gaze through the porthole windows out into the darkness beyond. He hadn’t taken the time to look before. When he and Alec had first been brought aboard, their first thoughts had been food and sleep. Their second thoughts had been each other and their families.

Magnus hadn’t even considered checking out the ship. As he walked around, the thought brought a small, knowing smile to his face. One would think that after so long together, he and Alec would want more moments like this, away from each other, but alone for the first time in a long time, Magnus felt the urge to wait and ask Alec to come with him. It was odd, seeing other people who weren’t Alec and it was odd walking around without Alec right there at his side, ready to jump in front of him should he get attacked by a vicious blue-skinned alien.

Eventually, Magnus found himself sitting alone in an empty corridor. There were no benches, so Magnus sank to the ground. If anyone found him, he’d have a hard time explaining why he was on the floor, but Magnus couldn’t find it within himself to care.

Maybe, he just needed a moment to sit on the ground and reflect; a moment away from the warm press of Alec’s shoulder against his, or from the dizzying array of stars beyond the window and from all that they had left behind on that strange planet. He had a lot to reflect on, now that he thought about it. They were famous on Earth, or so Magnus had heard. Everyone back home knew they were alive by now, that they had survived on an Earth-like planet for months without proper food, water, or radio contact.

Ragnor had explained that they had been on the news almost everyday this week, which Magnus found a little incomprehensible. His entire life story was broadcast on the TV: his early life, his journey into the space academy, his previous missions, all the same segments repeating over and over again, and now, his experience with Alec too - what once had been something shared between just the two of them, stranded on a lone planet halfway across the galaxy with no-one but each other for company, was now common knowledge among everyone back on Earth. Magnus wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but either way, he imagined his life was going to be very different when he got back home, in more ways than one. He thought of TV interviews and press conferences and then of his neglected social media, which had been extremely popular once upon a time. He hadn’t had time to post anything new since their rescue.

Magnus sighed, leaning back against the wall. He wanted to post a photograph of him and Alec perhaps with Apollo, but mission control would want to approve everything first; the first photographic evidence of their new planet would have to be carefully chosen, and not a photo of Magnus gazing longingly at his ex-captain while they were waist-deep in lake water. The longer he thought about it, the more Magnus realized that he was fine waiting. He didn’t need to rush to reconnect with the world so suddenly.

Ragnor was far more than enough for now. He would talk to Catarina and his cat soon. Maybe, he’d try calling Raphael but Raphael was always a bit of a hard person to handle over the phone. Either way, he had Alec and his family. He didn’t need much else.

Magnus glanced up at the sound of someone else coming down the hallway. He moved to stand, planning in his head to make a show of having dropped something so that he wouldn’t be caught alone on the ground, staring at a wall, but when the figure came closer, Magnus realized it was Alec.

Alec paused when he saw him, a frown appearing on his face. “Why are you on the floor?” He asked softly, clearly as concerned as Magnus had expected someone to be. With anyone else, he’d be embarrassed but with Alec, Magnus found it hard to care.

Magnus shrugged his shoulders.

Alec pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking about it for a moment, before he moved to sink down against the wall next to Magnus. “Okay,” he said slowly, looking to Magnus as he settled beside him. It reminded Magnus suddenly of them both outside their ship, in the sun on the ground together. “What are we doing?” Alec asked after a beat of silence.

Magnus laughed softly. “Just sitting,” he murmured as he took Alec’s hand in his own. He would think about what he’d share with the world later but for now, he was happy here, in this empty corridor, away from Earth and away from the chaos it would bring. He had Alec next to him, willing to sit with him on the ground if he wanted.

He didn’t need much else.

Read on ao3 - Masterpost.

4 notes · View notes

ladyshilya · 5 years ago

Text

Arrow: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part 4 & Legends of Tomorrow: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part 5

Ok lets see how this ends, how they gets the Earth’s back and how they deal with the new Paragon.

Look the Monitor’s planet and he had a wife, so this is going to go bad. This is all the Monitor’s fault. That is why you don’t go to see the dawn of time.

Lex you have been volunteered hope you trust your work.

What is with that deep voice, Oliver sounds like the Monitor. He might want to lose that voice because he sounds like a demon. Yea, if I was them I would have freaked out if I saw Oliver because he sounds like a demon and kinda looks like one.

Wow, all it takes to unlock someone's potential a boop on the head.

Basically they have to change history. Well that usually turns out bad for Barry but sure let try it, maybe it won’t go wrong.

They lost Lex and Barry is in some weird place in the speed force. Oliver’s voice sounds normal. Great, Barry you lost people in the speed force. It shouldn’t be to hard to find them just use your brain.

OMG DC movies Flash. That was kinda awesome and that is exactly how the DC movie Barry would have acted. The cameo’s keep coming.

Really Lex, you have powers now. Why did anyone let him near that book? Also Jon Cryer is an amazing Lex Luther.

It’s just Up, Up and Away. Also they are really lucky that planet is similar to earth with gravity and oxygen.

I love Lois, “Barry did you go shopping for a new costume while you were suppose to the saving the world.”

Basically this episode is going to be Barry running around the speed force into random moments from Arrow. While Kara and Ryan try to stop Lex from being Lex.

Listen to Ryan because we don’t need this whole Crisis to happen. Great so there will always be a Monitor who will travel to the dawn of time and cause the Crisis. Well there goes that plan, some how I knew it wouldn’t work. What have we always been told on Flash don’t change time because bad things happen when you do and somethings are inevitable.

I like that, if I knew I would tell you but I don’t know. I trust you will know when the time is right. They are going to let Oliver do whatever it is that he needs to do. Also it’s probably good Lex got powers for this moment.

Looks like Oliver might have gotten some powers too. “You have failed this Universe”.

Are they going to Care Bear Stare? Seriously they basically did a stare down and that is all they had to do? Am I the only one who feels like that was anticlimactic.

Was Barry telling Oliver that him dying is a cop-out? That is what I got from its worse for those of us who live because we have to keep going and be the hero’s. I am pretty sure there was no avoiding Oliver dying there. I bet that is not what they were trying to imply but that’s what I got from the moment. Really took away from what should have been a sad moment. Also did Oliver just die again?

Wait everything is back? I feel like there has to be more in the last episode. Otherwise there wouldn’t be a need for a 5th episode to the crossover.

What did you do Lex? We all know you are not the good guy, Unless him being the hero really got to his head. If Lena and Lex advocate for Supergirl does that mean no more crazy Lena? While I wanted crazy Lena to stop it feels like a cop-out and way too easy. Also what was the point of the beginning on the season if that got erased. I really need the next episode of Supergirl for answers.

Is there 1 Earth? Either this gets fixed or there is just one Earth. You know that wouldn’t be the worst thing. Really what is having infinite Earth’s giving us? The ability to “bring people back from the dead”. It’s really was just a way for us to tie in all the shows and movies in.

Looks like Nash is back to normal. I guess that means that Lyla is back to normal. J’onn really enjoyed giving Nash those memories. Also should we put all the blame on Nash. Yes, he should’ve have let the Antimonitor out but The Monitor shouldn’t have started it all in the first place by going to the dawn of time. How about we be pissed off at both of them. Is anyone upset that J’onn is giving them all the memories.

OMG Beebo. Omg Mick is doing book signings. Really Ray a selfie? Mick is pissed this interrupted his signings. Also I am a going to miss Snart AI. Apparently Beebo is sacred.

I get it that everyone is really upset about Oliver dying. Somehow when they all happened that memory or knowledge was taken away. It is something Team Arrow had been preparing for the fact that Oliver was not suppose to survive the Crisis. Some of them where there when he died the first time. I understand that people thought that he would be alive when everything got fixed. The Monitor was very always said that Oliver was going to die very specific about that. Even with Barry he said The Flash, so it could be a different one. He always said Oliver had to die.

There is still antimatter in the city? Ok, so what are they going to do about it. I had been wondering about Ryan because no one mentioned him. Once they realized that Paragons remembered everything I feel like they should have checked on him. I am sure he is trying to figure what is going on as well. Wow, Ryan and Ray were nerding out hard core.

Hello Black Lighting, I guess you would be on this Earth as well. Also love the Mick and Frost banter. I would be so here to see that more often. Can Frost do a cameo on Legends?

“We will not fail this world,” nice reference to Oliver’s phrase. Barry does have fast hands. Did anyone really think that Barry was going to press the button. He is not that dumb. Doesn’t he have a multiple degrees?

Oh no, angry Kara. Throw it like a girl, not sure how I feel about that phrase. I know they didn't mean in the bad way but I kinda feel like they didn’t have to say it.

Wait did Diggle get his daughter back? The one that turned into JJ when Barry changed time. Wait Superman has more than one son? Did this merge things from multiples Earths? How does Clark remember having only one child but Lois does’t? Is it because of the him being given all the memories? Wouldn't those have merged when J’onn did the memory thing? I have some questions about this moment.

There still is a multiverses out there just all the CW shows now exist on one Earth. Hello Titans (which I have now seen), Green Lantern, Swamp Thing, Brandon Routh Superman, Doom Patrol, and Star Girl and the Justice Society.

Black Lighting you have no idea Is that like a Justice League table? Was that the Hall of Justice?

Stargirl is getting her own show? I guess that is why we had so see her team on Earth-2. CW is about to become the DC superhero network. Also just learned about the green light for Lois and Clark’s show. Which I am going to so watch because I love her as Lois. I like her better as Lois then her character on Grimm. Also Gleek as in Gleek who hung out with the Wonder Twins? Does that mean the Wonder Twins are going to come in at some point.

Well I am here for Earth-Prime it will make the crossovers so much easier. Can we have more cameos like they do on Chicago PD, Fire and Med? I would like to see slight cameos from people once in awhile.

I have to say this was the best crossover. I had thought that about last years. Yes, were there some issues with this crossover of course. I could have done without the whole having to find people on the speed force and had more with battling the Antimonitor. The whole Care Bear stare was just dumb. Some of the cameos were just done as fan service and had not point. If none of those people were going to Paragons then it was like why did you even bother with them? At the same time I loved them so I can’t complain too bad. Yes, if they took somethings out it would have been a shorter show. There was quite a bit of filler bit it was enjoyable fillers. It would have been nice to see more characters in the 5th episode. Where was Mia, William, Connor, Ralph, Cisco, Brainy, and others? With all that being said it was really ambious to do and they did a good job with it. It was an enjoyable crossover.

I am curious to see what they do for next years crossover because it will have to be huge. Someone might have to die 3 times. I am curious to see what these changes are going to do for the upcoming seasons. Somethings will not be how we left them. Also can someone tell me where Felicity went at the end of Arrow with the Monitor? Oliver died twice so where did she go to see him?

8 notes · View notes

isitgintimeyet · 6 years ago

Text

The Ties That Bind

Thanks for all the lovely comments. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Thanks again to @mo-nighean-rouge for the beta.

AO3

Chapter 6: A First Date

You meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your life is changed forever. - Jamie Randall, Love and Other Drugs

Claire twirled in front of the mirror for the third time. That was the problem with Scotland, four seasons in a day. Although it was a clear evening at the moment, whether it would stay like that was another matter.

It seemed like half of Claire’s small and mostly practical wardrobe lay strewn across the bed as she hesitated between outfit choices. The black pencil skirt and white shirt reminded her too much of a waitress; her go-to little black dress was too dressy for a casual first date. Having finally made her choice, she took a quick selfie in the mirror and forwarded it to Geillis for confirmation.

Geillis’s response was almost instantaneous: “hot momma,” followed by three fire emojis. The black jeans and patterned satin shirt had passed the test.

Geillis quickly sent another text. “Unbutton the shirt a bit.”

Claire ignored it and hunted for some heels in the bottom of her wardrobe.

Another ping, again from Geillis. “I mean it, unbutton a bit. This is potential fling material here. Love ya xx”

Sighing, Claire undid a couple of buttons, letting the black lace of her camisole peep though.

Glancing at the clock, she fastened her high-heeled black sandals. It had been some time since she’d worn anything so high. Whilst Claire herself was not overly tall, Frank had been most particular about her not appearing as tall or even, heaven forbid, taller than him. So her very few pairs of high heels had been relegated to the back of the wardrobe for the duration of their relationship (apart from the odd ‘gentleman’s choice’ bedroom dress-up sessions - they tended to feature quite heavily there). Besides, they weren’t really practical in her day to day life, suitable only for dates and other ‘romantic assignations’. And seeing as this was Claire’s first ‘first date’ for six years, walking in them felt very strange indeed. Although, Claire thought as she executed a final twirl in the mirror, they really did make her legs seem longer.

She collected her black clutch bag and leather jacket, ignored her umbrella and headed for the door.

******

The taxi dropped Claire off at the restaurant ten minutes before the agreed meeting time. Fortunately the evening was still rain-free, so Claire decided to have a quick peek in and, if there was no Jamie, take a ten minute stroll before going in. Somehow it seemed important to her not to be the first one to arrive.

She gazed through the window into the restaurant’s bar area. She immediately saw him sitting at the bar, the broad lines of his back easily recognisable, as were the soft, red curls nestling against the collar of his denim blue shirt.

Claire took a deep breath and gave her reflection in the glass a final inspection before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Through the mirror behind the bar, Jamie had a clear view of the door and kept one eye on it, the other one on his watch as he sipped his whisky. He had arrived early, he knew, but it seemed important that he was there to wait for her as his guest. With ten minutes to spare, he looked up and saw her reflection as she entered the restaurant. Even at this distance, he could see how special she was.

As she approached he turned to face her, smiling. Her dark hair was loose about her face, the wildness somehow tamed slightly into defined curls. From the top of her satin shirt, he caught a glimpse of black lace. The black jeans that she wore accentuated the shape of her legs, and, Jamie was sure even without looking, her arse.

He stood up as she drew closer, ready to greet her.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Claire.”

Jamie leant in to give Claire a small kiss on the cheek, just as Claire extended her right hand, ready to shake his. Quickly, she withdrew her hand, her cheeks reddening as she brushed against his abdomen.

“Shall I see if our table is ready or would ye like a drink at the bar first?” Jamie asked, tactfully ignoring the hand placement issue.

“I don’t mind.” Claire suddenly felt nervous. Her first date since Frank and she’d forgotten how to behave. She felt awkward and her mouth was suddenly very dry. “Actually, could we have a drink here, would that be ok?”

“Aye, that’s fine. We’re a wee bit early anyways. What do ye fancy?”

“Whisky, please, Glenmorangie.” Jamie raised an eyebrow in approval at her choice of drink.

Claire perched herself on a high bar stool next to Jamie as he tried to attract the barman’s attention. She watched him, admiring how his shirt enhanced the blue of his eyes. Eyes she could drown in. His cheeks and chin wore a trace of stubble. She longed to reach out and stroke those tiny bristles. She had forgotten how this felt, this attraction, now a spark in her stomach but ready to ignite with white-hot intensity.

The clink of her whisky glass roused Claire from her reverie. She leant over and added a couple of ice cubes to her drink.

Jamie suppressed a shudder and decided not to comment on her preference, certainly not on a first date.

They engaged in casual chat for a few minutes - the weather (could I be any more English, Claire despaired), the state of Wee Jamie’s health - until they were escorted to their table.

The high-backed semi-circular booth provided an air of intimacy. It also meant that they did not have to sit formally facing each other across the table, so automatically positioned themselves at an angle to each other as they slid into the booth. Close enough to touch… but no, not yet. Jamie watched Claire as she read the menu, biting her bottom lip in indecision as she struggled to make a choice. The waiter hovered expectantly.

“Have ye decided?” Jamie asked.

“Not quite. You go first…” Claire knew how indecisive she was in restaurants. She always preferred to hear everyone else’s choices first and then make her decision.

“I would like the bruschetta con gamberi, followed by the trofiette con agnello, please.” He spoke the Italian phrases with confident pronunciation.

Claire studied his choices. “I’ll have the same, please”

“What wine would ye prefer?”

“I usually drink white - Pinot Grigio.”

“A white would get swamped with the flavours of the lamb, ye ken? How about we try a red, and if ye dinna like it, we can get yer Pinot Grigio?”

Claire nodded as Jamie ran his eyes down the extensive wine list. “A bottle of Pinot Nero Trentino 2015 please. It’s no’ as heavy as some of the reds here.” He explained to Claire as they handed their menus to the waiter.

“So, are you ‘into’ your wines then?”

“Aye, I suppose. I have an uncle in Paris who has a wine export business. I spent a couple o’ summers working wi’ him while I was at university. It gi’es ye a taste for a nice wine.”

“And after uni, did you not fancy working with him in Paris?”

“Nah, I reckon I couldna live anywhere but Scotland. It’s part o’ me… in ma blood. So, why are ye here in Scotland, ye Sassenach?” He teased.

“I do know what that means.” Claire retorted. “I get called ‘bloody sassenach’, and worse, plenty in the Emergency Department on a Saturday night.”

“‘Twas no’ meant as an insult.” Jamie said hurriedly, anxious lest Claire get annoyed or upset. To him it was a term of endearment, the first of many, he hoped, but not one that could scare her off so early with declarations of love and passion. In his mind, and in his contact list, he had been referring to her as his Sassenach since their phone call earlier in the week.

“That’s fine, I know you didn’t invite me here just to insult me!” Claire smiled in reassurance. “To answer your question, I came up to Glasgow for my residency programme after university. Then I sort of, well, stayed…” She tailed off, flustered. She didn’t want to bring Frank into the conversation tonight.

The waiter appeared at the table with the wine, presented label uppermost. He poured a small amount in a glass and passed it to Jamie, who sniffed, then sipped at the wine, letting the liquid roll around his mouth before swallowing. “Aye, that’s grand. Thank ye.” The waiter poured two glasses before departing.

Jamie looked at Claire as he lifted his own glass. “Slainte. Now try that wine… see what ye think.”

Claire sipped tentatively. Surprised, she took a larger mouthful and nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m sorry about before. I dinna mean to ask ye questions ye dinna want tae answer. I willna ask ye to tell all yer secrets.”

“No, that’s ok. I stayed up here when I finished my training because of a relationship.”

“With a Scot?”

“No, an Englishman working at the university. Anyway he moved back to England several months ago and I decided to stay here. I have my job and my friends here and, well, I love the city.”

“Do ye no’ have family in England?”

Claire shook her head, her curls swaying with the motion. “No, I’m an only child. My parents died when I was five, and I was adopted by my only other relative, Uncle Lamb. He died about four years ago, so there’s nothing, or no one, to lure me back to England.”

Jamie reached across the table and lightly stroked her fingers, wrapped around the stem of her wine glass.

“Och, lass.” He said softly.

The arrival of the first course lifted the mood at the table and the conversation between Claire and Jamie flowed as easily as the wine. As they consumed the main course and a second bottle of wine, Claire realised that she could not remember the last time she’d had this much fun on a date. Even during the best times with Frank, there had always been an underlying tension: Another glass of wine, Claire? Is that wise? Wouldn’t the salad be a better choice? Is that appropriate for dinner conversation?

Jamie was entranced. The date was progressing better than he could have hoped. This is what had been missing with Geneva, this natural flow of conversation. He felt relaxed, could be himself. God, he was enjoying it.

Finally admitting defeat, Claire leant back, full of good food and wine. “So, you’ve not told me what you do, if you’re not in the wine business.”

Jamie finished his mouthful of lamb and put his fork down. “Well, I’m Chief Finance Officer for a distillery - Broch Tuarach. D’ ye ken it?”

“Ooh, yes. Never tasted it though. Supposed to be one of the best? But don’t you work here in Glasgow? I thought Broch Tuarach was in the Highlands.”

“Aye it is. No’ far from Inverness. That’s the production side of it. The finance, marketing and the like is based here in the city. I go up tae the distillery every couple of weeks. There’s no place quite like it. One of the oldest in Scotland, ye ken?” He added proudly. “I like tae wander round, imagining what it would have been like when it first started in the late eighteenth century. There’s a collection of ledgers and such up there right from the start. Fascinating! Weel, at least I think it is…”

Jamie tailed off, worried that Claire might think him boring or a geek, to get excited about such things.

Claire only saw the brightness in his eyes, heard the passion in his voice. “It sounds really interesting. You must be quite the expert on the whisky’s history.”

“Aye, I’d love for ye tae see it…” He stopped. Dinna get ahead of yerself, one step at a time. “...Sometime, perhaps.”

Claire looked directly into his eyes. “Yes, I’d like that… I’d like that very much.”

#outlander fanfic #outlander fan fiction #the ties that bind #chapter 6 #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #modern AU

96 notes · View notes

eris0330 · 6 years ago

Text

Together forever

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Fluff?

☽Word Count☾ ; 4.2k

☽Summary☾ ; Here’s a story of how valentine’s day is going, being friends with the most popular boy group in college.

☽Notes☾ ; This is a draft i had for valentine’s day but i never posted it. So since i’m going to be working a bit more on the Hiraeth, i thought this would do until i’m finished.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

“You got to be kidding me” Crossing out the calendar, marked as the traditional ‘declare your love to someone’ day and give out chocolate to your crush without having to make up any other excuse. It was on a Friday where there was planned a festival as well, where students collided on your campus due to being the biggest of them all and do small activities with food stalls. It was a day you always dreaded, because being friends with the most popular guy group in college, meant you had to spend a whole day watching them receive chocolate while you were on the side line. They were always gifted with presents throughout the college years, but when it came to Valentine’s day, it was different and the triple amount of presents. Even though you always made fun of them and their hundreds of fan girls, sometimes you wished you had just a bit more time being alone with them. Nowadays, it was hard to spend time in college because the girls would always push you away.

Rushing out of the house, you grabbed an apple on the way, because you knew there would be food on the college ground anyways advertised from different students around the city.

The sun was beaming and somehow you cursed under breath for taking jeans on, despite the ripped areas of it. Your legs slumped slowly towards the road to college, you heard significant footsteps come closer and a familiar cologne.

“Hey Y/N! Wait up!” Hoseok chimed loudly as he puffed, while getting to the same phase as you. His buttoned up white shirt and black jogging trousers with stripes were and odd combination, but it was fitting his style. A handmade dark red bracelet that you made him when he was sleeping over at your place as a kid, when his family were out of town, were shining against the sun.

“Looking forward for the amount of chocolate you’ll get today?” You questioned, putting your worries away after watching his smile widen.

“I already got a few gifts at my house, so I don’t think I can dodge this one. How about you?” He asked curiously, wiggling his brows at your chuckles.

“Why would I get chocolate? I’m only a First-year and you’re a Third-year, no one knows about me like they do with you” You answered, waiting for the red light at a crossway. Patting you on the shoulder, he sighed loudly.

“So what? Jungkook is a First-year too and I bet he will get some as well”

“But Jungkook is good looking” You interrupted, pursing your lips into a thin line. The wait for the change of light, felt like an eternity.

“And you’re not?” Hoseok questioned baffled, almost as if he was acting but you shrug it off with a light chuckle.

“Will you look at that, a Third-Year trying to persuade a First-Year? How dirty” A mocking comment that you knew very well, followed with a boxy smile. Jimin and Taehyung straddled along, while the light turned green to cross the road you saw how Jimin had fixed his hair more prominent this time.

“Oh? Someone worked harder this morning?” You questioned with a hint of sarcasm, adjusting your eyes at his silky hair. His eyes crinkling and smile widening, he ruffled your hair softly.

“Someone could learn a thing or two from it~” He chimed making you act hurt of his words, while the others chuckled. “As a second year, you have to make a good impression for the elders” Jimin finished with a wink, making Taehyung laugh mockingly as he swung an arm around his neck.

“As if the Fourth-Years, the seniors, Queens and Kings would notice your effortless hair”

“Hey! I actually used a good amount of time to part this fringe right!” Jimin answered harshly, making Hoseok laugh louder of the younger boy’s bickering.

“Hey Grandpas!” Taehyung yelled towards two fellas working a few metres up front, their backs turning around to see their hair hover towards the sky, due to the light breeze.

“Who are you calling a Grandpa??” Hoseok questioned with a dirty eye towards the younger, making him realise that Namjoon is the same age as Hoseok.

The duo waited patiently for the rest to join, walking towards the entrance gate. Yoongi stretched out his arms, feeling his loose black hoodie hover from his skin further. “I got so many calls this morning, asking me to wait at the music room.”He groaned loudly, rubbing his eyes from the burning sunlight.

“You too? Don’t they know that section of the campus is shut off during the festival?” Namjoon questioned, wiping off his new glasses that he had just bought yesterday.

“Beats me” Yoongi answered back, putting his palms into his pockets. Yoongi never cared for valentine’s day and he swore since First-Year, that he would never give someone chocolate for that day even if his life depended on it. The girls always hovered around him like flies and he hated that kind of attention, especially during occasions like these.

“Lucky for you, Jin seems to get all the attention today. On the other hand, he likes it” You spoke softly, pointing towards the bench at the gate to see Jin with six other girls around him. Their short skirts and minor high heels, with their hair fixed in a ribbon of their college’s colour, letting the other boys knowing where they can be found. He was smiling fondly, thanking for the bags of homemade chocolate, shaped in different objects like the classical heart or a bear. It was Jin’s last year, so he was appreciating all the gifts he could get for that day. His eyes noticing the group coming towards him, he had to let the girls go to join the others. The girls waved in the matter of love, fixating their eyes on his long body jogging away.

“Hey, I got us snacks” Jin huffed, raising the bags of chocolate in the air for the others to see. Yoongi snickered, while Taehyung gave him a thumb up.

“This is gonna be a long day and it has barely started” You sighed, walking together towards the gym hall where most of the other students would be. Your eyes scanning the people on the way that you have never seen before and the couples holding hands, looking at the entertainment that was settled for the day. “Hey, where’s Jungkook?” You questioned, scanning once again without seeing his trace. The other following suit to look, but only Jin could see him a few metres away by the cherry tree.

“There! He’s with a girl” He commented, making the other search for the area that he was pointing. Jungkook was with a girl, probably a Third-Year with a pink bag of home goods and ready to take a selfie with the boy. Some were thrilled to see the youngest with someone new, while you were still surprised how the quiet boy could get chocolate before you.

“OI COCONUT HEAD! OVER HERE!” Jimin yelled, gathering everyone’s attention of his booming voice. The youngest almost got a scare, that he didn’t get to say goodbye to the girl and were already assembled with the others.

“What did you get?” Namjoon questioned, looking in the bag of fresh baked cookies. Jungkook just sighed with a smile, feeling out of place that someone would give him a gift.

“She told me that she had seen me in the gym, but never knew I went to this school. It’s the first time I’m seeing her” Jungkook explained, blushing slightly of the sudden confession of her observation. The others cooed of his interaction but Namjoon got a hold of something more, from the bag that Jungkook was given.

“Looks like it isn’t the last time you’ll see her” He winked, holding up a piece of paper that were written numbers on.

“Dude! You got her phone number?!” Jimin exaggerated, taking the paper out of Namjoon’s hand. His eyes scanning the piece with a heart next to the number, with a written name on the back of it. “Her name is Yoonji.” Jimin claimed, giving the paper to Jungkook who was baffled more than ever. “You gotta teach me your ways man” Jimin finished, patting the other boy on the back to walk inside the gym hall. The others chuckling of his effort, while some were too occupied with the stalls of free food samples. The sight of the boys each getting interrupted by girls or faint screaming, were annoying you but you stuck there for a few hours, being able to put a few words and laughter in. Soon, it became too exhausting to keep up so you had to excuse yourself to go outside to the other stalls. Banners of group spirit and motivational quotes, with an addition of encouragement to declare to your loved one instead of hiding, were making you feel exhausted. The scent of pancakes sent you into another thought, dragging your rumbling stomach towards the pancake stall. You decided to get a cone, filled with different of fruits and ice cream with the tip of whip cream. The sweet scent making your teeth drool, before indulging yourself in the fine dessert as for breakfast.

“Yo, sharing is caring” Yoongi muttered, taking a bite of the pancake as you took in the shock of his presence. He was alone, making it more surprising that he decided to find you.

“where are the others?” You questioned, licking the melting ice cream off your finger. His eyes scanning the crowd, pointing his finger to the entrance of the gym hall.

“Somewhere inside. Girls were swamping around them, like bees finding pollen for the first time. I lost Jungkook on the way out.” Yoongi explained with a drowsy voice, taking another bite of your pancake. Standing in the middle of a crowd, watching people walk by in groups and duos, with their snickering and whispering. You knew this day would feel like chaos, but not at this level. You saw a group of girls in front of you, hiding at a nearby stall. Their heads peeking out, but you were unsure if they were looking at you. They continued to talk to each other, but their eyes always fell towards your gaze. You finished the pancake with Yoongi, even though it wasn’t the plan at all, he decided to stay by your side while the others were dealing with the girls. You continued to watch the little group of girls talk to a blonde one, she seemed nervous and a bag in her hand with a red ribbon. You knew it was a valentine’s gift, but not who it was for. It wasn’t until it seemed like she gained confidence and walked towards you, that you realised that the girl was aiming for Yoongi.

“Come on” Yoongi managed to whisper before grabbing your wrist, to walk towards the entrance of the classrooms. You took his movement by surprised, but you followed suit as you looked back to see the girl disappear in the crowd. The empty halls and unlocked doors, you were at the hallway towards one of the classrooms where a girl in a blue dress and white sneakers waited at the music room’s door.

“Shit, I forgot about that. Wait here” He whispered, letting go of your wrist to hide you behind a door as he approached the beautiful young girl. His body posture formed with hanging shoulders and his fingers running through his hair, before he rubbed the back of his neck. He was muttering something, but he was too far away for you to hear. Though, it didn’t take a big brain to find out what was happening. The girl started crying, but still gave her bag of goodies to him anyways before running off. He seemed annoyed, but sighed before he gave you a sign to come out of your hiding. He unlocked the door to the music room, knowing well of all the students, that he would be the one walking around with an extra key. You walking inside quietly as he sat at the piano, while you looked outside the window. The view was magnificent, seeing all of the student’s crowd underneath. Different colours from different districts, showing how easily it is to mingle with others. You sat by the window, opening it slightly to let the sound of cheering and air inside.

“How come you always reject gifts, given from your admirers?” You questioned curiously, seeing the bag put neatly by his side. His fingers fondling the piano keys, before pressing one and then another.

“It’s ridiculous” He answered in a mocking tone, hitting a low key to make a point. He seemed tense and perhaps he had the right to, after rejecting a girl a few minutes ago.

“What made you think like that?” You questioned again, setting the tone of a ‘real talk’ while the sound of girls screaming and laughter set in the background.

“I didn’t understand love, when I first started here.” He muttered, turning around to face you while his fingers folded within each other. You raised a brow, asking in silence for him to continue his story. “I had a girlfriend once. She was my best friend, but we decided to date because we fit so well together. She bought me a gift for valentine’s day, and you know what I did?” He asked, making you shrug.

“I said ‘Thanks’ and accepted more gifts from other girls” He sighed, making you crunch your brows of the story. “I treated her like a friend, rather than my girlfriend. I didn’t know, it meant so much to her, that I should have given her a valentine’s gift. Because gifts like that, didn’t mean anything to me.” He spoke softly, with a tone of mediocre that were shivering your bones.

“We broke up shortly after and she found another one. I should have treated her better, but I didn’t. I didn’t just lose a lover, I lost my best friend too. I don’t deserve to get gifts.” He finished, leaning against the piano. You never knew the love story of him but seeing him like this, gave you another sight.

“How about you? I don’t see you as excited about Valentine’s day?” Yoongi asked back, leaning on his thighs with his elbows. His broad shoulder shadowing parts of the floor, taking in your expressions.

“I don’t’ know, I have just thought Valentine’s day is overrated. Also, because I can’t enjoy being with my friends, without hundreds of chicks chirping their way through” You explained exhaustingly, leaning against the window to feel the breeze.

“So it’s our fault?” Yoongi claimed, raising his brow of confusion.

“I didn’t say that. I just miss spending time with you guys, all of us together, alone. Every time Valentine strikes around, it’s like I’m always left alone. It’s exhausting to run away from all that fangirling and I miss the old day when we were in the container after school, with food and drinks. Just having fun. This year is Jin’s and your last together as a group. I just want to use as much time together as possible before you go to university. You guys are like family to me and I just want to be around you.” You spoke, sighing lightly at the sound of birds chirping and sun burning the back of your neck. Yoongi seemed to understand, humming at your answer with a faint nodding. To you, it seemed like the classic jealousy but you loved the boys. You never thought you’d be spending so much time with them, when Hoseok dragged you to a birthday party back in fifth grade. It was like match made in heaven, when you all played together and even grew together in the same schools. But for university, it was different. Some was going abroad and others decided to work before choosing a university to go to, while others didn’t even know yet. It was a path meant to be separated and you knew it already, but decided to cherish as much you could get.

“So, here’s where you were hiding! Be have been looking everywhere for you guys!” Namjoon spoke loudly, opening the door to the room to let the other guys in. Every single one, finding a spot by an instrument or the window, settled in a circle in the centre of the room.

“We got treats for ya!” Jimin proudly announced, launching a big bag of goodies into the room. It’s like Christmas, but with food.

“Oh and this is for you, Y/N” Jin claimed, throwing a small bag of cookies into your hands. A tiny blue ribbon and chocolate cookies were tickling your senses. Crinkling your nose, you raised a brow to ask who it was from.

“It’s from District 7, you know the art guy who always picks up his sister after college. He couldn’t find you but he asked me to give this to you when we met” Jin spoke softly, making you look into the bag of exhaust.

“Not thrilled, I guess?” Hoseok questioned, munching on a truffle that was given to him by a guy.

“No.. Yeah.. I am. It’s just, this kind of thing doesn’t make me want to throw myself into their arms, you know? It’s like they think if they give you gifts, then you will automatically fall in love with them. It’s just not how the world works… I want to feel it, not just see it for a brief moment.” You muttered, looking down at the bag to hear the boys hum and give each other an odd expression.

“Feel it…?” Yoongi whispered under his breath, catching the other’s eyes. Curious, you watched the man step up and look out of the window to see the people gathering up to start the bonfire. “Let’s get out of here” He claimed, walking towards the exit and the others crunched their brows in confusion but followed suit. The long-narrowed hallway, turned to stairs and soon you were all outside.

“Sorry to be a party pooper, but where are we headed?” Taehyung questioned curiously, watching Yoongi fetch his phone to call. Dialling a number, he held up a finger to stop Taehyung from asking further and Yoongi stepped away from the crowd to talk.

“Did I ask the wrong question? Did I miss something?” Taehyung continued to ask the others, who could only blindly stand and shrug their shoulders. Girls caught up on the group of boys in the middle of everything and shortly after, a circle had formed around them. Treats for the boys, but a few for you too. You felt slightly thrilled about the gifts, but you had nothing to return than a smile. It felt meaningless, to get a present when they didn’t even know you. The others seemed to be thrilled and were requested by the girls to have a photo with the boys, who each waited patiently to be their turn.

“Ofcourse he’s blowing a kiss” You whispered, looking at Jin posing for the camera.

“Guys, let’s go” Yoongi came back, waving for the boy’s attention to gather around him. It didn’t take long to say their farewells to the girls, but the sound of big sighs and awes were louder than the school orchestra itself.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jungkook questioned, walking on the side of the boys trying to get a glimpse of Yoongi’s eyes.

“We’re going back to where it started” Yoongi answered, making the boys give each other a glance. It was a short walk, but close to the beach there was an abandoned container. Years ago, it was used for storage but soon enough after a thievery, there was nothing left than a few chairs and a broken chain. Namjoon knew how to get the important stuff that was needed to keep warmth, like a heater and drilling some holes for air when the door is closed. Heck, the location of the container was perfect and close to the public toilets. The others managed to gather couches, board games, old stereo, tables, minifridge and even some decoration for fun. Jin found a chain in his garage and Taehyung found a ‘Keep out’ sign, that was bolted to the door. After a week of work, it was finally complete. A place to escape, that only the group had a key to. It was their place, to escape from the horrors of reality. Whenever they had the time, they would be in this container and it is where Yoongi is planning to go.

As people got inside the container, a voice spoke out from afar, another male with multiple filled paper bags on his arms.

“Oi bro, your order is here!” It was Yoongi’s older brother, delivering food for the group.

“So that’s why he had to call…” Jimin whispered, looking at the sibling united to trade. The boys helping with gathering the food, while you launched out the cans of soda on the table. Shortly, you were all together to sit around a table filled with variants of burgers and fries.

“Man, this is the best” Jin spoke, munching on his burger that had ketchup droll down his fingers.

“The weather is nice, music is blasting, food tastes amazing and together with good people” Hoseok added onto the sentence, making the others chuckle. They were right, nothing was better than each other’s company. Spending it in a place, where you all felt safe.

“And we still got the bag of treats” Taehyung pulled over the bag, pouring some in a bowl to put in the middle of the table. The other giving in and tasting the different kinds of treats, which were put in different efforts. At most of them, you could tell it was store bought.

“They didn’t even take the bar code off” Namjoon laughed loudly, pointing out the white label attached to the plastic bag.

Relaxing in a soft plush couch, you looked at the holes Namjoon had made when the container was under construction, to see the deep yellow but slightly orange sunlight coming through.

“Hey Yoongi, open the door for a second”You requested softly, as the boy was fetching another soda from the fridge. With that, he opened the door to see the sunlight invade the floor.

“The sun is already setting…” Jungkook spoke softly, looking at the half-circled sun disappear in the water. The others watching along, as the streetlights turned on and the sun disappeared to wait for a new tomorrow.

“Feels melodramatic, doesn’t it?” Hoseok muttered with a light smile, looking at the others in the room who was reminiscing.

“Oh that reminds me! Jungkook got something for you, Y/N!” Jimin spoke loudly, making the attention go on the youngest. His eyes widening and mild shaking head, made you tilt your own in confusion.

“Technically it’s from all of us but it was Jungkook’s idea. We just helped getting the right things” Taehyung added, wiggling his brows at Jungkook who was slightly unsure whether to give it in front of everyone, or wait till later. But he could see on your face, you were too curious to let it go already. The others encouraging Jungkook and soon enough, he was persuaded to find the gift in his pocket.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N…” Jungkook muttered, holding out the giftbox in his hand. You were hesitant taking the gift from him but soon enough, you had it in your hands.

“But… Valentine’s day is…” You whispered slightly, looking at the boys who were all sitting with a fond smile.

“Valentine’s day doesn’t always have to be for someone you have a crush on. It’s a celebration of love, in any kind of form. It’s a way of saying thank you, for the love and support you’re giving us” Namjoon explained in a deep tone, watching you smile in response. The glimpse in your eye brightening as you pulled out a keyring, with different symbols of animals added to it. Some were recognisable, like the blue koala and the white alpaca with a red ribbon. That’s the creatures the boys drew onto the wall of the container, when they decided to make this place theirs back in the days.

“You can put it on your key, that is for the container. Also, I know you’re scared what will happen with all of us after college. But we’ll still be together, whether if it’s in person or as an ornament. We all know where to go, to find each other again” Jungkook spoke softly, smiling fondly at your reaction of the cute figures on the keyring.

“Thanks guys, I love it” You hugged each and every one of them. Their arms wrapped around your body like a ribbon and warmth dwelling in your heart, that it was hard not to smile like a maniac.

“Happy valentine’s day, boys” You took a can of soda and raised it in the air, cheering for the boys to join and soon the sound of metal hitting. Valentine’s day was a celebration of love and the boys showed you, there isn’t need for someone on the white horse to rescue you with different shapes of chocolate. Because when you got friends you can call family, is even better.

40 notes · View notes

mysticsituations · 6 years ago

Note

Ola :) can I request some hc for the RFA reacting to a mc who was working really hard to get a promotion, to the point of exhaustion even, but in the end one of their colleagues, who didn't put half as much effort in it got the promotion, please? :3

Yay my first request!

You had been working at your job for 3 years. It was well past time for you to get a promotion in your opinion, and a spot just opened in an upper level position with a pay raise! In order to stand out, you took on extra projects and double-or-triple checked all your stuff, so you ended up pulling multiple all nighters in a row. When the day came to announce the new promotion, you wore your best outfit and held your head high. The boss then walked straight past you and shook the hand of your office mate, a known slacker and real piece of work. The worker shook the boss’s hand and made a comment about how hard work really pays off. You held it together until you made it home, where you closed the door to your apartment and bounced your head against the door as you tried to hold the tears in.

Yoosung:

-He had prepared a nice meal to celebrate your promotion.

-he knew you had been working non-stop, and he had more than often found you working even after he was done playing LOLOL.

-not to mention he was feeling a little neglected as you worked nonstop, but he had swallowed it down and smothered you in as much care as he could.

-He was super worried about you, and he was so happy it was about to be over and all your hard work was about to pay off.

-when you walked in the door he had just finished putting the food on the table, and he ran to see you when he saw you banging your head.

-”MC? MC what’s wrong?”

-”They gave it to my office mate.”

-Yoosung looked like a fish with his mouth hanging open like that. He knew your office mate. That person was a slacker- even Yoosung knew that.

-To be honest, he was pissed. Yoosung knew how hard you worked and how deserving you were of that position. He had some unrealistic hope that people who worked hard automatically got the best job and the best pay- at least that’s what they taught at school. Jaehee had told him that simply having good grades doesn’t guarantee anything, but it really didn’t sink in how unfair the corporate world was until now.

-However, he knew you needed support. If there is one thing he has learned from you, its that simply being hateful and resentful doesn’t get anything done.

-”MC… I’m so sorry this happened to you. Do you want to talk about it?”

-You shook your head.

-”How about we eat this food, and then we can watch a movie? A movie with stupid bosses who get what they deserve!”

-you laugh and take his hand as he leads you to the delicious food, and as you take the first bite you realize no matter how hard your job is, Yoosung is always your rock. With him by your side, you will always have a supporter who appreciates your hard work. You do the best to return the favor and give him a lot of attention since you’ve been neglecting him for work recently.

Zen:

-Boy oh boy was Zen READY for you to get this promotion

-Between you working for your promotion and him working on his latest show, You guys barely saw each other.

-His show had come out last weekend, and you were only able to come to opening night, although you did go all out and get him roses and totally took the evening off for him.

-He offered to take you to the cast party, and you had declined, saying you needed to work on something again. He was disappointed, but after all you had sacraficed for him, he figured it was the least he could do to support your career as well.

-He had felt guilty when he came home from the cast party at 2 AM and you were still wide awake, papers strewn across the room and dark circles under your eyes.

-When you had left this morning in your best outfit ready to take on the day, he told you to take a selfie and send it to him when you got your promotion.

-As the day went on with no selfie, he started getting nervous. You had probably just forgotten, but he had a bad feeling.

-That feeling was confirmed when you came home and banged your head on the door.

-”Babe… Please don’t hurt that beautiful head of yours…” He said softly, reaching behind you and turning you to his chest.

-When you mumbled that your office mate got it, he was furious. That person definitely didn’t deserve it!

-He scowled at the thought of how big wigs like your boss didn’t understand the hard work you put in- just like that trust fund jerk, they didn’t understand a hard working person and how much they deserve to be recognized.

- He dropped a kiss to your head and started swaying back and forth, singing a song from his recent muscial.

-When you didn’t seem to be following, he switched to your favorite song.

-”Dance with me, babe. We can look at the stars and pretend this day never happend.”-Later that night he distracted you with his body if you know what I mean huehuehue ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jaehee

(this one is you trying to switch to a part time position while you are getting ready to open your cafe. You thought you could handle having both jobs until the cafe got more money.)

- You had been working super hard at your job recently, and Jaehee was worried.

-As someone who often overworked herself, she knew what it looked like, and you were overworked.

-Personally she didn’t like your job at all. The end goal for both of you was to work full time at the cafe and leave your job, but with her handling a lot of the finances and records for getting the cafe open, you were the only one making money at the moment.

- You needed to get switched to a part time position now, but your job had limited availability for those jobs, and you needed to prove yourself in a different expertise to get it.

-It wasn’t something you were necessarily good at, so it took a lot of work to do. Not to mention you were trying to run the cafe stuff as well.

-You were totally swamped, and you didn’t do much to ease Jaehee’s concerns.

-”This is just temporary, Jaehee. Once I get this done, everything will be smooth sailing!”

-She smiled at your enthusiasm, and tried to tend to you as much as you would let her. She even helped you sometimes with your tasks if she finished early.

-The day came, and she made you a special latte art of a star in your morning coffee, telling you that you were a star no matter what happened today.

-Well the worst happend.

-When she saw you enter the door and beat your head, she knew what happened.

-She had felt that feeling herself.

- “Oh, MC…” She said softly.

-Jaehee wasn’t much of a touchy person, but she knew you needed a hug right now.

-She wrapped you up in her arms, and felt your tears on her shoulder.

-”MC, I will repeat the words that you said to me earlier this week. All of this is temporary. Soon, we will have this cafe up and running, and you will not need your strenuous job.”

- When you told her that your office mate got the position, she straightened her back a bit and squished up her nose in disgust.

-”I rememeber how it felt to be overlooked for an employee with less drive and ambition… I know how angry and distraught I felt when employers didn’t respect all I had done for them, especially Mr. Han… But Love, this is truly just a stepping stone. Your true dream job is here, with me. In our lovely cafe that you have blessed me with. Please, don’t forget our dream is here… and My dream will always be with you.”

-At this point you melted. Jaehee was always so good with words. You smiled up at her and kissed her on the cheek.

-’Thanks, Jaehee… could we watch some of Zen’s musicals now? I think that would make me feel better.”

-Jaehee smiled brightly and you too spent a beautiful night watching Zen and complaining about stupid jobs and how excited you were to open a cafe together.

Jumin

-You had insisted on keeping your job even after you were married. You said you didn’t like being cooped up in the penthouse all day, and you had fun at your job.

-Jumin was happy you liked what you did, and he tried to be supportive even though he really wished you could live in total luxury without the need to work, but he loved your hardworking attitude.

-When you came to him a few weeks ago speaking of a promotion that became available, he thought it was only right that you get it, as he could see how talented and dedicated you were to your job. You were the kind of person he wanted at C&R and any good boss would appreciate you.

-Little did he know you did not have a boss that was very good at recognizing potential.

-When he started coming home to see you swamped in work, he offered to help, but you insisted you could do it yourself, and you didn’t want to make him work after he had just come home.

-After a few all nighters, he asked again if he could help, or even hire you an assistant, but you insisted you were fine.

-When he came home after a long night at the office to find you asleep on the living room floor surrounded by paper, he had had enough and put you in bed for the night. You had freaked out the next morning about how you didn’t have time to spare for a night of sleep like that, and Jumin had to lightly scold you for not taking care of yourself.

-”My love, I need you to take care of yourself. You are so precious to me, and no job was ever completed by working yourself into the ground. A night’s rest will do you well.”

- He was right of course, and you did a lot better now that you were rested.

-When you left for your job that day, Jumin had had the chef prepare a well-balanced breakfast for you. He kissed you as you left the penthouse, and decided he would come home early so he could celebrate with you.

-He put on a slightly nicer suit than he regularly wore and had the chef make sashimi and wine for you to dine on in celebration.

-When he saw you dejectedly enter the penthouse though, he rushed to your side.

-”My dear, what is wrong?”

-”They gave it to my office mate- you know, the slacker? He made a speech about how ‘hard work really pays off~’”

-Jumin turned you towards him and brushed his fingers through your hair.

-”My love I am so sorry. Who do I need to call to make this right? I know you deserve more than this- and I will do everything I can to make it so.”

-You sniffled and laughed at his intense desire to help.

-”It’s okay Jumin... I don’t need the promotion anyways I guess... I just really wanted my hard work to be recognized...”

- Jumin stared into your eyes for a moment before smirking a playful smile.

-”You want to be acknowledged, you say? My dear, I can acknowledge you as long as you want.”

- He kissed at your cheek, your eyes, and the side of your lips, speaking of all the wonderful ways you make him a better man and acknowledging all you do for him, before passionately kissing you and lifting you into his arms.

-He brought you to the bedroom and ‘acknowledged’ you all night long and pampered you the whole next day as he called into work and got you the day off.

Seven:

-Again, with Saeyoung it wasn’t really about the money but just the acknowledgement that you wanted the promotion.

-You were in your dream field and were about to be promoted to a higher position so that you could do more of what you liked.

- Saeyoung was starting to understand the miracle of having a dream job now that he was building all these toys in his free time and opening a shop to sell them. He wanted you to enjoy your job too.

-When you started to pull all nighters, he was probably the most worried. He knew just how bad it was to mess up your sleep schedule and to work through meals. You had been the person who had stuck with him through his job, and he knew he owed you the same courtesy, but he honestly wasn’t sure he could handle all the worry he had as he watched you slave away at your work at 4 AM.

-So was it really that bad that he had slipped some sleep aid pill into your drink after your fourth all nighter? Probably, especially considering how panicked you had been when you woke up 14 hours later. You guessed it was him who did it, and you had ignored him all day out of spite.

-Now he knew how it felt to be ignored, and it made him all the more mad at himself for doing this to you when he first met you.

-That night you apologized to him with a bag of HBC that you had been saving to get him to eat better, and he told you he was sorry for drugging you. He had just been worried.

-You sighed and kissed him as you told him you forgave him.

-A few days later you left for work in your best clothes, and he had cheered for you all the way out the door.

-He had been working on a toy all day while waiting for your arrival back home, and he had even put on some nice clothes himself to take you out for dinner and a ride. He usually had date nights at home, but you deserved a special night tonight!

-However, when you came home and hit your head against the door, he sprung into action.

- “Hey, hey! Who dares to beat the head of my beautiful fiancee?”

- “A loser who didn’t get a promotion.”

- Saeyoung frowned at this.

- “Baby, you are not a loser. You worked really hard- I’m sure they just don’t realize how good you are!”

- “Yeah, obviously. They chose my office mate.”

-That stunned Saeyoung. He knew your office mate from when he visited you at work. He was constantly looking up videos and talking on tripter whenever he was there, and you constantly complained how you always ended up picking up his slack.

-”MC...”

-”I just... I want to pig out and pretend this day never happened.”

-Saeyoung pulled you into his arms and kissed your head.

-”Now that, we can do.”

-You both went to your room and put on your comfiest pjs, ordered fried wings and all other kinds of shit to eat, and pigged out in the living room while watching your favorite kdrama.

-At some point he pulled you close to him and looked into your eyes with his soul pouring into you, and he whispered into your ear “I don’t care if those idiots at your job don’t see how special you are... You will always be loved and appreciated by me.”

-He got a big kiss for that one.

- The next day your boss had stripped the promotion from your office mate when his computer history and time spent goofing off had been brought to his attention, and you were given the promotion instead! Saeyoung swears it wasn’t him.

#labertasche58 #my first request aaahhh #is it good?#do you like it?#yoosung kim #zen #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #707 #headcanons #mine #mysticsituations #my hc

61 notes · View notes

hoe-imaginess · 6 years ago

Note

big three texting headcanons, when they text their boo too please

I’M SO EXCITED THEY’RE ABOUT TO BE HERE AHHHH

Togata

•Avid texter. Double texter. 6am texter. He’s always texting his boo

•He tells them goodnight and good morning every day, not really expecting a reply. He just wants to tell them. But he really is out here blowing up their phone at 6am and giving them a goodnight text at a crisp 9pm. Because he expects his s/o to get a good 8-9 hours of sleep, like he does. What a routine

•So if they end up texting him in the late hours of the night, he wakes up very upset, and goes on about the unhealthy side effects of a bad sleep schedule

•He’s clearly a busy guy, so he’s at least thoughtful and considerate enough to send his boo a “Hey I’m gonna be busy these next few days” text just to let them know why he won’t be answering. He’s swamped with hero work, but he’s thinking of them always

•He always sends his s/o meaningful, sappy messages before he goes out on a hero mission that he knows is risky. Equally, he appreciates receiving good luck messages from his boo on big mission days

•He also just texts to texts. It’s so nice. He literally keeps up with everyone in his contacts. He’ll have an actual panic attack because he forgot to send a New Year’s text to that one guy who sat behind him in 2nd grade

•It’s almost nauseating how big of a smile Mirio gets when he sees a text notification from his s/o. He’s such a sap

•Also, clearly the Big Three have a groupchat and Mirio changes the name every month to keep it fresh. This month it’s Partners in Crime (fighting crime I mean)

•Favorite emojis are definitely 👍 and 😬

•He also has a million hearts next to his s/o’s contact name ❤️❤️❤️

•Kind of annoying, but he’ll call his s/o and get no answer then hit them with a “Hey! Tried calling you! But you didn’t answer! Call me back!”. They clearly see your 23 missed calls Mirio, chill out

•Sometimes he types with proper grammar and punctuation, and sometimes his text slang is so wild and undecipherable that you have no idea what he’s saying

Amajiki

•Ugh my poor boy. He’s a horrible texter, especially when it comes to a crush or someone he’s dating. With his friends, he’s decent. (Friends being Hado and Mirio, mainly. And Mirio hits him with those triple texts which kind of leaves no room to not reply)

•Tamaki takes like 20 minutes to think of a reply that sounds right in his head. So his boo is pretty much sitting there watching those three little dots stop and start constantly because Amajiki can’t make up his mind

•His paranoia is out of controlllll when it comes to texting too, obviously. After 5 minutes of his s/o not replying, he’s getting a little anxious. 10 minutes, he’s sweating. 20 minutes, he might as well be dead

•Honestly, he has a specific text tone for his s/o so he knows when to run to his phone and reply

•It was a whole lot worse before his s/o was his actual s/o. When it was just a crush, he had a muchhh much more difficult time trying to figure out how to reply to their texts. He was attached to his phone, anxiously awaiting a text from them. But when he finally got it, he had no idea how to respond, but he was always so relieved and happy that he wanted to cry

•Honestly when he’s talking to his crush through text, Mirio is right next to him coaching him through the whole thing. He’s so cute. We love supportive bffs

•Oh God he and Mirio would be talking about his crush and trying to decide what to text them, and Tamaki unknowingly had the audio record button pressed, so he accidentally sent their entire conversation to his crush, effectively killing him

•Amajiki uses no emojis or emoticons. The only emotion he ever feels he needs to get across is doubt and it’s easy just to add a hundred ellipsis to do that……..

•He’s horrible at flirting irl and through text, but at least with texting, he can hide behind a screen. So he’s at least confident enough to give his s/o compliments via text when the opportunity is there. It’s so cute. He’s still sweating and blushing as he does it, but still. Cute.

Hado

•Ok she is actually the world’s worst texter. Contrary to her personality, she is not good at keeping up with conversations over text. She just gets bored

•One word replies all the time. ‘K. Haha. Ok. Cool.’ So annoying.

•And if it’s not words, it’s just a series of emojis tbh. You can ask her “How are you doing today?” and she just replies with a 💖. Like wtf does that mean Hado

•Oh she’s always sending selfies as responses too btw

•And she leaves her read receipts on?? Rude??? She’s horrible at keeping a convo going. She hates getting left on read, yet will leave everyone else on read

•Her crush or s/o might think they’re getting the silent treatment but Hado really just fell asleep watching So You Think You Can Dance or something like that

•Her replies also come at wild ass times. Like, 4am. What is she doing up at 4am?? Who knows??

•She won’t answer her boo for a long time, and then she suddenly sends them, “Thinking about you! We need to catch up. Wanna get lunch?” like she didn’t just ignore the shit out of them for an entire week

•Ok but there are days she is good at keeping up a convo for at least an hour or two. During that time, she’s such a mother. She wants to know all about her boo’s day and wants to make sure they ate and brushed their teeth and got good sleep. It’s pretty much an interrogation via text when Hado is actually sitting down and ready to text

•And if her s/o asks “What did you do today?” when she’s in her texting mood, they should prepare for a novel. She goes on and on and on and doesn’t stop

•Lightning speed texting. How does she do it? She doesn’t even need to look at her phone. She can do it with one hand. Wild. When she’s up for texting, her responses come within like .4 seconds

#amajiki tamaki #amajiki #togata mirio #bnha imagines #big three #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academy #mirio togata #hado nejire #nejire hado #togata #hado

231 notes · View notes