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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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Bloodshed AU

Chapter 4

Warnings: Nudity, Gore, Language, Violence Summary: Steve Rogers works in a research and tech company in New York. He’s been digging into myths and footage on a creature known as the werewolf. Vicious as they are, he hunts them. With a lot of failures, his team thinks he’s crazy. He may prove them wrong.

Do NOT ride motorbikes in the snow. It’s plain careless. These are professionals people. PROFESSIONALS (even though it’s you)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Characters (Bloodshed Seven)

Author’s Note: There’s One twilight reference scene in this story. Let’s see if you can find it

Hint: It’s a Jacob move in Twilight Saga: New Moon

Steve followed what Y/N had told her, said the trail was a few miles up. He listened and took that snowy road. She sat in his car beside him. Her eyes scanning through the woods as he continued down the road.

“This house seems stranded,” He said, she looks over and grins. “Not many people go down this road. It goes to the Volk park further down.” Steve nods. He remembered his father taking this road. He remembered where they stood. The sound of the howls of the werewolf.

The truck tilts a bit when he hits a pothole and Y/N leans forward, “Turn here.” He looks over and turns onto the other road. When he was young this road was never here.

He never thought there’d be a house here. He thought this place could possibly be a small cabin.

The truck was a small space. The windows weren’t rolled down and Y/N would often shift in her seat.

Her hand going over her mouth as she holds her breath in.

Don’t. She repeats in her head. Her wolf growled to the strong smell of his cologne. Ugh. Y/N lets out a grunt and Steve looks over, “You okay?” He asked.

She nods, “Yeah, why?” He shrugs, “You look tense,” He said. She laughs, “Oh...um, I sometimes have a fear of the snow. You know... accidents,” She lied. She hoped he was that easy to trick.

Steve nods, “I understand. I’ll go slow.”

“No, it’s okay. We’re almost there anyway.” Y/N’s nose twitched at the slightest, she rubbed her nose and covered her mouth again, staring at the window. Her senses kept picking up a red flag. The cologne stung her senses.

Steve reached an open snow field and stared in awe at the huge house in the middle of the forest. It looked beautiful. He pulled up to the front to see other cars and motorcycles in the open garage. A man shirtless was working on one of them and they turned their head.

Y/N jumps out, “Come on in.” Steve jumps out next and walks around to follow Y/N up to the house.

Steve saw the man turn and stand up, wiping his greasy hands with a towel. “Y/N?” He called, Steve saw his tan skin and his hair combed barely with small curls coming out every direction.

Y/N sighs, “Hey, Buck. This is Steve, ran into him.” Steve leans forward toward the man and holds his hand out, “Steve.” Bucky finishes wiping his hand and shakes it.

Bucky nods, “James.” Y/N looks over, “We call him Buck. He sometimes hunts for bucks that come across this field here,” Y/N said. Steve nods. “My father used to do that, sometimes we’d go for the hares,” Steve replied.

Bucky nods, his determined serious look never faltered. Y/N grins at Steve, “Follow me, I think Ada won’t mind you.” The two head inside as Bucky glared at the back of Steve’s skull like a hungry wolf.

Y/N gestured Steve in and he looked around. The place was warm, cozy. A nice place in the middle of nowhere. “Y/N, is that you? I can smell you from here!” Tatum shouts, Y/N chuckles softly as she glanced at Steve.

Steve saw a man walk in, again this one was shirtless as well. “Woah... Hey, who are you?” He asked, Steve grins softly and holds his hand out, “Steve.”

The man reached out to the taller one, “Tatum.”

“Damn it, Tatum!” Y/N hears Randall shout, Y/N covers her face mentally at these boys. The man comes in but stops, Y/N looks at Randall who stared at Steve. “Hi,” Steve said.

Randall looks at Y/N and ignores them, running up the stairs so Y/N sighed. “Sorry, that’s Randall. We call him Ran sometimes. With an ‘a’ not an ‘o’.”

Steve nods. Y/N heard someone come down and the familiar fern smell came over to her senses. Ada had come down the stairs, “Y/N, you’re back,” Ada sounded too adoring, like she was some rich woman in a coat of animal fur. Like Cruella De Vil. Ada heads over and rubs down Y/N’s back as she looks up to Steve.

“You must be the guest Randall spoken about.”

Steve nods, “Hi, Steve,” He says. Y/N blinks at him. Y/N looked over to Ada. “I’m Ada. I’m sure, Roman-Oh, there he is,” Ada says, Y/N felt her heart drop to Roman’s appearance.

Roman didn’t like guests who weren’t—well.Them.

Ada, for sure, agreed with Roman because if they were to have people over then they’re feral dogs in cages. Last time—Roman didn’t end well with the last guest that happened to be Tatum’s girlfriend who was drunk and no one really cared or know about her so no one really bothered to look for her.

Sad.

Y/N kind of regretted bringing him here but he’d leave before morning. Roman walked over and Steve swallowed. Y/N shoots a look. Don’t show fear. Roman was slightly taller but they were almost eye leveled.

Steve held his hand out, “I’m Steve.” Roman looks down at his hand then back up. “What brings you and your rusty truck to our home?” He asked. Steve drops his hand to that.

“Roman,” Ada says, Steve slowly inhaled and shoved his hands in his pockets. Okay, wanna be like that?

“I wanted to check the park out, my father used to take me here,” He lied. Roman quirks a brow and nods once but seemed to find some signs of suspicion. Roman never leaves his eyes on the man, “Randall, why don’t you show the gentleman around. And Y/N, I need help upstairs about that new furniture.” Y/N nods knowing what was bound to happen as Steve looks at her.

She reassures him with a nod and followed Ada and Roman up the stairs as Steve silently stood with Tatum and Randall who stared at him intently.

Steve awkwardly grins. Then awkwardly asking, “Liking the weather so far?”

Y/N followed Roman into the lounge area upstairs as he whips around. “What the fuck are you doing? You know the rules we have!” He said, Ada closes the door to keep the arguing silent.

“He was out in the snow, he looked like he was lost!” Y/N says. Roman runs a hand through his hair, “He has to go, now!”

“He’ll leave in the morning,” Ada says, Y/N looks over, “Yes, I can take him into town and find him a motel to stay.”

“You just gave away our only safe house,” Roman says, his arm outreached towards the side. “I know! Can you just let this happen for one time? I promise he’ll stay away from us!” Y/N says back. Roman shakes his head and sighs.

He tried not to do it. Not tear this whole place down. “You get rid of him in 24 hours. If I see him here, I’ll rip him to shreds.” Roman then storms out of the room and leaves Y/N in the room with Ada.

She covered her face, “You know he’ll have to go soon.”

Y/N nods, lowering her face, “I know. I just... I regretted it once I sat in his car. The smell... the red flags...”

“I know. We can’t tell him about that, okay? Not even us,” Ada said.

“What if it gets worse?” Y/N asked, she crosses her arms and Ada comes over, gently rubbing her shoulders. “He’ll have to find out soon. Either the wrong or the right time.”

Y/N nods in her hand and Ada drops her hands, “He can sleep in the guest bedroom. Downstairs,” She adds the last word. Y/N knew these hounds can’t stop smelling the strong cologne. It was sensitive to their senses and it distracts most of them from anything. The flesh he had on his bones were added to the scent as well.

Especially blood.

It was starting to get dark so Y/N walked out of the room after Ada did, minutes after.

Y/N met Steve in the living room. He jumps up and turns to her. Y/N grins at him, “You tired?” She asked. Steve looks around, “I’ve traveled from New York so yeah.”

Y/N didn’t want to admit that she knew he did. The smell of the New York’s outdoors. His shirt smelled—like a canine. Another dog. Not a werewolf. Just a regular domestic dog.

Y/N shook the ideas off and sighed, “I can take you to the guest room. In the morning, I can get you a motel in town.” Steve nods as he followed you. “Cool. Thank you,” He said. Steve looked over to the wall and noticed the huge hole in the wall.

As if someone punched it.

Y/N opened the door and gestured him first. He walked passed her and— holy shit. She regretted it. Her eyes closed and the inner wolf started to become feral. Her teeth grit against each other and her jaw tightens. Stop.

“This is nice,” Steve said, breaking her thoughts. The trail of his aroma filled the room as he wandered around. Y/N nods, “Cozy, too. I hope you sleep well.”

“You, to-” He cuts himself off and Y/N blinked at him as he lowered his head. He cleared his throat, “You, too,” He said. Y/N smiles at him and closes his door. Shutting his aroma in that room.

She’ll have to wash those sheets a million times after he’s gone.

After an hour, she left the bathroom from her shower and saw Bucky in her room. “Hey, Buck,” She said.

He walks over to the woman drying her hair with the towel. “Who’s that guy? Why’d you bring him here?”

Y/N walks by him, “You sound like Roman, I already had this talk, I don’t need it again-”

“I’m just saying. You don’t know who he is.”

“No, but just get out.”

“You’ll get rid of him?” Bucky asked, Y/N turns around irritated, “Yes! Just go, please.” Her hands placed gently on his pectorals and he looks down at them. He looks up with adoring eyes now. His eyes shifting between hers and he sighed. “Okay.”

His hand reaches up and gently rubs her arm before taking a step back. “Tomorrow, please.”

“Okay,” Y/N said.

Bucky grins, “We’ll be heading over to the Freeze joint in town. Just something for us.” Y/N sighs with a grin. “Okay, close the door.” Bucky reached for the door and closed it.

Y/N walked over to her bed and crawled in. Laying on her stomach, she relaxed herself. The aroma coming from Steve was gone but she was desperate for more of it. Her stomach on the urge to growl with hunger but she shook it off. She closed her eyes till someone barges in and closes the door.

“You know you aren’t getting rid of me easily,” Bucky says.

Y/N groans as Bucky slips into the bed and drapes his arm over her. “Bucky, get out!” She groans when he rolls on top of her. He laughs, “Doggy pile.” She laughed. Y/N tries to shove him off.

“Okay, you can sleep in my bed, just get off me!” She felt him roll off and he relaxed on her bed. Bucky usually did this sometimes. It wasn’t new for her. Just two friends sleeping in a bed.

Under the heavy blue moon.

Steve relaxed in the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to see Natasha’s name pop up. He pushed the button and pulled it up to his ear, “Hey.”

“Hey, Steve. How’s it going in Oregon?” She asked. Steve looks out the window to the fallen snow. “It’s snowing but I haven’t reached Sarah, yet.”

“Have you called her? Is she okay?” Natasha asked. Steve nods, “I know she’s doing fine. Right now, I ran into a woman and her family. She was gonna take me down to get a motel.”

“I’m glad you got there safely, Tony was wondering when you’ll be back in time for that Australia mission.”

Steve sighs, “I’m sure I’ll be back in time for it. Just keep me updated, if anything comes up, let me know.”

“All right, I should get to bed. You should, too,” She said. Steve smiles even though she couldn’t see it. “Okay. Take care of Dodger for me till I get back. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Nat chuckles, “I won’t shave the dog, I promise. Bye, Steve.”

“Night.”

The next day, Y/N woke up. Bucky sensed her awakening and he stretched when she sat up. Y/N stands up and heads into the closet. Bucky groans, “Where you going?” He asked.

Y/N throws on clothes, “I need to drop off Steve somewhere in town. Get him a hotel with that one guy, what’s his name? Erik?”

“Selvig? You know that guy’s a freak?”

“How so?” She asked, Bucky sits up in her bed. “Well, he knows the reporter, Jane Foster. You know, them two have been exploring the-” Bucky waves his hands like a crazy person, setting in that spooky mood, “-Werewolves are real thing. They even made that stupid website of footage.”

Y/N chuckles, “They’ve also been looking in those weird Norse Mythology things. They even gotten crazy on this one guy ... Jane Foster was first an astrophysicist before she got fired and became a reporter. Journalist for a while,” Y/N points out.

“Erik,” Y/N sputters, “He can be a complete crazy guy but he still contains himself. I’m sure the man in our house won’t mind him.” Y/N leaves the room so Bucky jumps off the bed and follows her down towards the kitchen.

Y/N immediately spots Steve at the island. “Oh, morning,” Y/N says, Steve turns, “Morning.” Y/N walks over to the coffee maker and turns. “Buck, do you want coffee?”

“I’ll take one,” He said, glaring at Steve as he walks by. Y/N continued to make the coffee, “Steve?” She offered. He perks his head up, “Uh, sure.” Bucky comes over to Y/N and he stood a bit too close.

Steve glances up at them and his gaze never left them. Bucky seemed to be.

Defensive.

Y/N felt it and she turned to Buck, “Can you look in the fridge for the creamer?” She asked. Bucky drapes his hand on her back and nods. Bucky then heads over to the fridge and searches for the creamer.

Steve eventually removed his eyes away from them. “So, where is this motel? How far?” He asked. He needed as much information, distance from one place to another. It was kind of important. Steve still hasn’t found anything in the Volk forest and he needed to be there in time.

“Well, the county that’s about 3 hours away from here is where Y/N was gonna take you,” Bucky jumps in, not allowing Y/N to speak, “The town’s small but you’ll be fine there. We’re sorry but we can’t have you here.”

Y/N drops her hands on the counter and glares at Bucky. He looked at her without removing the look of determination. Steve lowers his head, his hair falling over his face, “Oh, no, I get it. I knew I wasn’t gonna stay for long. I didn’t want to intrude your guys’ home.”

Y/N shook her head, “You didn’t Steve, in all honesty, I didn’t know how my family would react,” Y/N and Bucky throw looks at each other. She turns and slides Steve a coffee. “Thanks,” He mutters.

Y/N gives one to Bucky as she takes hers. “We can leave after breakfast.” Steve nods and takes a sip. “Sounds great.”

Y/N had taken her motorcycle and placed it in the back of Steve’s truck for her to return home. She wanted to guide Steve in his truck but she knew it was a mistake. She’d have to deal with the smell of him again.

Y/N hadn’t felt like this in forever. The smell was somewhat similar years back when she last had a human body. Y/N knew Bucky had ripped those hunters but he wanted to finish them off. She would’ve if she had the chance. It had been years since they haven’t had a full human feast.

The sign of the County Oregon town called Clare View Point. The place where Bucky and Y/N would grab coffees at the small diner that was a five-star. Everyone was nice in the small town. Almost half the town is hunters who travel up to the Volk forest for deer, bears and moose.

Hunting season was over now and they’re lucky to roam the area again for deer. Y/N had to get Steve out their way first. She pointed at every place. The barber shop, the diner, the laundromat, crazy people to not talk to when he walks the streets.

She told him to stop in front of the motel. It was not much of a big place but they had good service. She walked in with Steve and headed inside. “Mr. Selvig!” She calls out, a thud was heard in the back.

“Oh, Christ!” The man stumbles out from the back and heads over to the desk, “Oh, hey, Y/N. You’re back. What can I do for you?” He asked.

Y/N leans on the desk, “I have a friend here, who came back to his home and he needs a place to stay for a while or how long he’ll be here,” Y/N glances at Steve. Steve wasn’t so sure how long he would be here. As long as he gets it done less than a week.

His team won’t worry about him.

Erik didn’t respond—well, he blinked. Y/N smiles, “Okay,” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her wallet. Steve holds his hand out, “Woah, hey. You don’t have to-” He began but she holds her hand up, “No, Steve. Erik, I’m asking you a favor.”

She holds up the 100 dollar bill up, “He just needs a room. I promise he’s not like the others.” Erik hums and quickly snatches the bill, looking at it closely. “Okay,” He nods, walking over to grab a key. Y/N looks at Steve and smirks.

Erik comes back with a key, “Here you go, son. Room 37B. Enjoy your stay.” Y/N smiles and slips her wallet back in her pocket and walks out to help Steve with his bags.

Y/N pulled the back off his truck ledge down and reached for her bike. “Careful. I think it’s a lot heavier than it looks-” Steve began as Y/N reached for the bike and grabs it, “-Let me help you-” He stops himself when Y/N pulls the bike and lowers it to the ground with no problem.

Steve watched in awe. Y/N grunts and rolls the bike to the curb of the side walk. She swipes her hands together, “Okay, let’s get you into your room.�� He watched her as she reaches for his bags and pulls them towards her.

He helped her and walked over to his room. Opening his room, they stepped in and placed the bags on the bed. The room was nice. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out the box of cigarettes.

He slipped one into his lips and lit it. Y/N looks over as he holds the box out, “Want one?” He mutters. Y/N shakes her head. The smell of it was intoxicating and it made her senses burn.

She’d only see it get worse. He puffs out the smoke and slipped the box and lighter back into his pockets. “Thank you for helping me. I didn’t think I’d get a place for free,” He said.

Y/N nods, she looked around the room. The small scent of sex gave her a cringed look on her face as she entered the bathroom. He couldn’t even smell it. It must’ve been the lavender scent they set up somewhere.

Y/N could smell it.

“No problem,” She finally said, turning around and walked out. Steve follows her out back to his truck and her motorcycle. “Will I be seeing you again?” He asked.

Y/N hops on the bike and sighs, “Maybe. Small town, might run into me once or twice a month. Maybe three if you’re lucky.”

Steve squints up at her as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth. She shakes her head, “Trust me you’ll stay out of the forest? It’s dangerous these times, bears and the snow is pretty much dead for you. Especially the ice.”

He nods. “Sure thing,” He lied. He needed to go into that forest pretty soon. Y/N kicks the stand up, “If you want, there’s this cliff they have on the coastline. Buck and I go there to hang out on the shore. Maybe go for a swim. We’re sure the snow will melt soon. They said light snow came by so we’re welcome to swim at the shore.”

Steve nods, “I’ll think about it.” He thought about that guy, Bucky. He must be Y/N’s boyfriend. Overprotective. He didn’t want to ask about him. “Ride safe,” He said. Y/N grins and nods, “I’ll see you later.” He watched her ride off down the street leaving him at the motel alone.

“So, you didn’t really get rid of him.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Come on, Bucky-”

He reaches for the fries, “Well, he knows where we are. I mean, if that guy finds any suspicions of us, everyone will know.” Y/N shakes her head at him. Bucky was getting defensive. Thinking that this Steve guy was some weird guy.

“He’s just a normal guy, Buck. He was lost.”

“Yeah, of course, what was he doing in the forest?” He asked, Y/N shrugs at him, “He was by the creek, looking at blood.”

“So he’s a detective then. He’s the police. Undercover,” Bucky said, Y/N rolls her eyes once again and laughs. “He doesn’t look like one.” Y/N reached for her shake as they sat outside the Freezer joint.

The best burgers in the town. Y/N had a burger with bacon in it. She craved the bacon this time. Bucky pulls out a cigarette causing Y/N to drop her shoulders. “Come on, Buck, you know I don’t like those.”

He lights it, “Aw, stop. You used to like them.”

“Used to. I quit. They cause lung cancer,” She says, Bucky chuckles, “Can’t get it. You know us.”

“We’re still human,” She mutters. Bucky reaches for the cigarette and pulled it away, “Come on, Y/N. I only have these once a week, not every fucking minute.” Y/N reaches for the fries and dips it in the ketchup. Bucky puffs out the smoke and looks over to her.

“Why are you so upset?” He asked.

Y/N dips her fry in the small ketchup cup, “I just... fucked up,” She throws the fry in her mouth. Bucky looks at the fries in front of her before reaching over, “What’d you fuck up on?” He asked.

“You know what I did.”

“No, seriously-”

“I fucking ruined our lives by inviting someone to our only safe house that kept us away. We live too close by those hunters bodies and now he’s gonna suspect that we did it.” Bucky pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out on the cement table.

“He won’t suspect anything. We were a miles away from it. Remember the police came over? They didn’t suspect anything. We’re fine,” Bucky said. Y/N pulls her drink to her lips and takes a sip as Bucky grins up at her.

“Just relax. If Roman’s pissy about it, then let him be. He shouldn’t pussy out now when we don’t have shit to be blamed on.” Y/N placed her cup back down and looked over to their bikes parked on the side.

“I invited him to the cliff side tomorrow,” Y/N says.

Bucky drops his shoulders this time, “Our spot? Why?” He asked. Y/N shakes her head, “I don’t know. I didn’t want to just say hi then kick his ass out without another word.”

Bucky nods, agreeing— finally. “Okay, I understand. But this can’t be a normal thing. He needs to be a usual guy that we know. Not friends. Nothing. It’s the only way to just keep him away from coming over.”

Y/N nods. She reaches for the fries again— her brows furrow. “Doesn’t Steve Rogers sound familiar to you?” She asked.

Bucky reached for the fries, too and ate one. “No. Why?” He asked. Y/N shakes her head and licked her lips. “It’s just... never mind.” Bucky shrugs, letting her respond like that. If he did, she’d just shut him out again.

“Okay.”

The wolf snarled at the man in front of him. It’s teeth, sharp and pale-white as blood drooled down it’s muzzle. The man crawls back and tries to throw sticks and rocks at the beast. “Get back!” He shouts.

The hound’s growls roared like thunder. Its eyes were blue but deadly, staring into the eyes of a devil hidden behind ocean eyes.

The wolf’s fur snow white and the shine of it reflected off the moon as it stalked closer to him.

The man groans, “Get back, beast!” The man meets the tree behind him as he gasps at the clunk of the wolf’s jaws biting at him.

“This ain’t your territory!”

Some ending there but it would’ve been worse

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crybabybomin · 5 years ago

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Locked up - Bong Jaehyun

Pairings: reader x Jaehyun

Words: 2.203

Warnings: none

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You and Jaehyun have always been study buddies. You started tutoring him, because he needed help with maths and some other things. But you’ve become somewhat friends. He asked you to help him sometimes with his homework even though most of the time he didn’t even need the help. Outside of studying you didn’t talk to him that much. You mostly just said hi in the hallways when you two saw each other.

He had his big friend group. They are really popular in the school but not like the bad boys popular. They are all very nice and handsome. You had your two best friends. You’ve been friends since forever. They always tease you about Jaehyun but they know that its just jokes. You find him handsome yes, but you don’t have a crush on him.

This afternoon Jaehyun asked you to help him on this English assignment. So that’s why you are in the library at 8 o’clock at a friday evening. You sat down in-front of Jaehyun. He looked up and smiled. “Hi y/n. Thanks so much for coming I really need your help with this.” And he pointed at his assignment. “it's okay Jaehyun I didn't have anything to do anyway.” You said and started helping him with his assignment. It's a big assignment so it took some time. When you two are done you pack your bags and stand up. You walk to the exit, but when you try opening it it's locked.

“Hey Jaehyun, can you try opening this.” You ask him and he tries but can’t open it either. “huh that’s weird, why would they lock it.” He looks for a librarian but there is no-one there. “Oh no, they didn’t see us and just locked the place up.” He says and you look at him. “well what do we do now. I can’t call anyone, because my phone died” You said and sigh. “i guess we just have to stay the night here because my phone died too.”

“well I guess I’m just gonna do my homework then.” You say and he nods and does the same. After an hour of just homework you are done and so is he. “ugh I’m hungry I wish I had food.” You say. “yeah me too, don’t they have vending machines here?” “yeah but I don’t have money.” You answer. “oh I can buy something for you.” He says and you look at him. “It’s okay.” You say but at that moment your stomach starts growling. He stands up and gets something from the machine. “Here eat some.” You take it and thank him.

You two decide to play some games and that keeps you busy for an hour. You played hide and seek and a self made game with books. And stacking the books. You are beginning to get tired and start laying on a desk. “Hey y/n, we should hang out more often. This is kinda fun.” He says and you look at him “kinda fun, it thought I was really fun to be around.” You say and laugh. “sure it’s really fun being locked up in a library with you.” “okay okay, I get your point. But yeah we should hang out more. But your really popular.” You say and he looks at you. “what has that to do with it. It shouldn’t matter if I’m popular, I can hang out with who I want. And I like you y/n.” He says and after he realised what he said he puts his hands on his mouth.

You look at him but act like you didn’t hear him. “what did you say?” “oh that it shouldn’t matter who I hang out with.” He says and looks kind of relieved. “yeah true we could just hang out after school sometime.” You say and he nods. “i’m tired so I’m going to try to sleep on this desk.” You put you backpack under you head and try to sleep which takes some time but eventually you succeed.

When you wake up you are being shaken by Jaehyun. “Hey wake up, there’s someone coming in.” You wake up. And see the librarian opening the doors. “HEY WHAST ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE! GET OUT NOW AND I WON’T REPORT IT.” The man says and you hurry out the door. “i really need to go home but I had a fun time.” You say and he says goodbye. You go home and you mom asks where you’ve been. You tell her the story and she laughs. “next time take your charger, okay?” You nod and walk to your room.

time skip to Monday morning -

You walk to school and someone puts and arm around you. You think its one of your friends but when you look beside you, you see Jaehyun. “Hey y/n, how are you?” “better since I’ve slept in a real bed.” You say and he laughs. “thats good to hear, me too. Do you wanna hang out this afternoon and get some ice cream or anything else.” “I wish I could, but I have to babysit my little sister.” He looks kinda sad but then he jumps up “I can help you, I’m great with kids and that way you aren’t bored.” You think about it and its actually a good idea. “yeah sure meet me at my locker after school and then we go to my house.” He looks very happy and then he walks you to class still with his arm around you.

You wave him goodbye and walk into the classroom. People start whispering when they see you. You sit down and your friends immediately walk up to you. “Why did Jaehyun walk you to class and he even had his arm around you. Are you two finally a thing now.” You kinda look confused. “No, we aren’t dating but something really funny happened last friday.” They smirk at you. “yah nothing dirty you perverts. We were stuck in the library and we hung out till it opened again.” They laugh and then one of them says “Well I wouldn’t be surprised if you two started dating and you two look so cute together too.” “He’s gonna help me babysit my little sister this afternoon.” And you three talk a little more.

School is finally over and you put some stuff in you locker. When you close is you get scared by Jaehyun standing there. “hey stop it I almost died of shock because of you.” He laughs and you walk to your house. When you walk in you scream “MOM I’M HOME.” She walks to the door in her uniform. “great honey, your sister is watching TV right now. And who did you bring with you? Is that maybe you boyfriend?” She says and smiles at Jaehyun. “No mom this is Jaehyun, he’s a friend from school and he is one that was also locked up in the library.” “Oh him, well nice to meet you. He’s cute so you should date him y/n. I wish we could talk more but I have to get to work, oh y/n its probably going to be a night shift so I put some money on the kitchen table. See you tomorrow.” She kisses your cheek and leaves.

“i’m so sorry about my mother. She’s basically a mother and a best friend so she teases me a lot.” You say “it’s okay she seems nice and she is right, I’m very cute. What about your dad?” “He divorced my mom when I was 3 so I don’t really know him.” Then you two take off your shoes and walk to the living room and there’s your sister. “Soobin this is Jaehyun, come say hello.” And she runs to you to give you a hug. Then she looks at Jaehyun and he awkwardly opens his arms and Soobin also hugs him. “I’m Jaehyun and I’m going to help your sister.” “So will you play with my dolls too.” He nods and she looks very excited “she is so cute y/n, just like you.” You blush and Soobin pulls him to her dolls.

You look at them playing with her dolls. Then you realize you’ve been staring at Jaehyun for a while. You blush and right at that moment he looks up and you smile at him. “You were right, you are good with kids.�� He laughs “I’m good at everything y/n, how have you not picked up on that yet.” And you laugh.

After a while you decide to order some pizza. “hey I’m going to order some pizza in the kitchen.” You walk to the kitchen and see the money and you look up the phone number of the restaurant. When you are done you walk back to the living room but right before the door you hear Jaehyun talking to Soobin. “Do you like my big sister?” “Yeah I like her and I said I’ve said it before but she didn’t hear me” so you did hear it correctly you think. You walk in and said “i did hear you Jaehyun, but I was scared to say I like you back.” And he looks back at you in shock. “Are you serious y/n.” And you nod but then you realize Soobin is still there. “Hey soobin do you wanna grab that toy that you just got from mom, so you can show Jaehyun.” And she runs upstairs.

“I can’t believe you like me back.” “How can I not, like my mom said you are very cute and also very nice.” “yeah but I’ve had a crush on you from the first day you started tutoring me.” Your eyes widen and you don’t know what to say. “So what are we now then?” You ask him. “Well would you like to be my girlfriend.” He asks you and you blush. “Yes of course I would love to be yours.” And he immediately hugs you.

Then Soobin comes back and puts herself in between you legs and you two look down. “I also want hugs.” Then Jaehyun picks her up and hugs you and her at the same time. When its getting late you put Soobin to bed. And walk back downstairs. “Thanks so much for helping me babysit her.” “well I think it’s going to happen a lot more now.” He says and just the thought of that makes you so happy. “Are you going to be all alone this night.” He asks you “yeah I think so, you can stay over if you would like.” “are you sure.” You nod “do you wanna share a bed or should I sleep on the couch.” He looks at you and acts like he is thinking about it. “what do you think should you sleep on the couch all alone or should you sleep in your bed with your boyfriend and you can cuddle him” “well that’s an easy choice isn’t it.” He smiles at you and hugs you

You watch a movie and cuddle against him. When it’s done you both go upstairs and get into bed. That night you fall asleep while cuddling you boyfriend. When you wake up you get out of bed and start getting ready. You walk downstairs and there’s your mother. “I saw that Jaehyun stayed the night, so is he you boyfriend now.” You look her in shock but then jaehyun walk in and he says “yeah I’m her boyfriend now and I hope you are okay with that miss.” “of course I’m okay with that Jaehyun, I didn’t give her the hint to date you for nothing. Also just call me mom.” She says and he smiles at your mom and then at you. “lets go to school now y/n.” And he takes your hand to the front door. “BYE MOM.” You both scream and you smile any him.

“what do you think they will say at school?” You ask him and he looks at you “i don’t know and I really don’t care. But you do have to meet my friends. I’ve already told them so much about you. And you have to sit with me at lunch because I won’t see you other wise.” “awh that’s cute but can my friends sit there as well I can’t leave them alone.” He nods “yeah of course a friend of you is a friend of me.”

When its lunch everybody in the whole school probably knows the news already. “hey I’m gonna sit with Jaehyun and his friends and you two need to come as well.” They laugh and say “nice joke y/n, like we could sit with the cool kids. Sure go sit with your boyfriend.” “I’m dead serious, so come with me.” They follow you and you sit down. They keep standing and then one of Jaehyun’s friends says “Are you two just gonna keep standing there, sit down.” They look kinda shocked but still sit down. Then you are bombarded with questions. Your sewer all of them and its seems like you just got 9 new friends.

#golden child #golcha #golcha imagine #goldenchild #golden child imagine #bong jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #bong jaehyun imagine #road to kingdom imagine #road to kingdom #rtk

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annyaforger · 4 years ago

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Ooh I’d be super into fic recs! But obv no pressure if that would be a lot right now!! Also thank you so much for including specific qs with ‘tell me about yourself’ that question is impossible otherwise!! Um… re cql: I think I just got too curious what everyone was talking about at some point and just binged the show! This would have been like… 8 months ago? And that’s been it ever since! I’m working full time right now and, (oof these ask limits are low lol, tbc) - xoxo CC 💜💙 (1/2)

I’ve been taking the last little while to get back into old hobbies – writing, piano, games, that kind of stuff! I’m just going to echo the same questions back to you! It sounds like the work question is a yes - sorry to hear it's busy rn :( - but what about hobbies etc? And lol yeah – I read tgcf after I read mdzs and I’ve been loving reexperiencing the story now that the donghua is coming out!! xoxo CC 💜💙 (2/2)

oh man no i would absolutely L O V E to give you some fic recs, i mostly read one shots (im an aquarius commitment scares me sdkjfsd jk but no really i can’t do long fics they stress me out for some reason asdjsa) i think i have a handful of chaptered fics? but oof i will get right on that i will do like a separate post for you and i mean you can just draft it or bookmark it somehow without giving it a note so i don’t find out who you are

(do you get that double triple quadruple check anxiety when you’re sending these that you don’t forget to hit the anonymous option? i have that with my own cc partner lmao omg its absolutely ANXIETY RIDDEN feeling lmao)

lmao oh man yeah i hate being asked a vague ass “tell me about yourself?” cause like well i mean whatcha wanna kno? and like everything flies right out of my brain when i hear that question and im like ‘who am i???’

oh man same here i watched it back in like feb/march? i had been curious about it for a while because i would see art for it on my twt tl and i was like ‘who r these beautiful men???’ i was curious about the black and red man and the white and blue man skdfjskd i h a t e asks limit lmfao

oh how fun! you play the pianooo? that’s so cool! how long have you been playing?

also what games do you play?

ugh yes the work question IS a definite yes, i work at a stupid carwash as a ‘sales advisor’ lmfaooo what’s your job??? also it’s not that it’s ‘busy’ it’s that the hours we work are just long and boring and super tiring because i have to be on my feet for hours on end we usually do nine to ten hour shifts lmao but i have been off these last three days i had the weekend off and today, i have to go back tomorrow )): lmao

my hobbies include reading and writing (i do so much ff reading smh lmao) photoshop recently i bought an ipad so i could try and do some art let me tell ya is harddd lmao i love artist and admire their talent and hard jfc as of late i have been obsessed with animal crossing i bought a switch in impulse cause i was having a very bad week lmaoooo and i bought animal crossing: new horizons and i have been playing that i also like to do makeup tho im not the best at it lmaooo but i have fun. haven’t done it in a while tho cause i be tired and whatnot lol

also sorry if i talk to much i tend to get carried awayyy T_T what are your plans for the holidays? do you celebrate xmas or something else? also aside from mdzs fandom what other fandoms do you dabble in??? anyways i hope you’re doing lovely!!! thanks for the asks!!<333

#mail.txt #mdzsnetcc #anonymous

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sirrriusblack · 5 years ago

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Your Royal Highness - Part 2

Part 1, Part 3

* * *

Unknown Number: Hello Your Royal Highness ;)

7:32am. Oh god. I winced at the light from my phone, pressing my head into my pillow to stop the pain. It didn’t work.

Kingsley: That’s not a good nickname

Unknown Number: I disagree

Kingsley: Huh, too bad for you, I didn’t ask

Unknown Number: :) Sooo if you’re still on talking terms with your ex why did you wanna make him jealous

Kingsley: Have you ever heard of grammar?

Two minutes passed. I bit my lip, then threw my phone on to my bed because I was being so stupid, waiting around for some random guy from a random club to text me and—

My phone went off, and I hate to say that I jumped for it. No, dived.

lilsevans liked your post.

I rolled my eyes.

Kingsley: I didn’t

Kingsley: Want to make him jealous, I mean

Kingsley: Not that it’s any of your business

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: Hmm?

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: 🙄

Unknown Number: So why’d you kiss me then? Like I said I’m not complaining but why?

Kingsley: It’s hard to explain?

Unknown Number: I’m a smart lad, give it to me

Kingsley: Goodness you’re annoying

Unknown Number: I hope you know I take pride in that

Kingsley: I bet you do

Unknown Number: Stop trying to change the subject

Kingsley: Ugh Fine!

Kingsley: All of my friends are in relationships and they all reckon I’m some depressed tosser ‘cause I’m single

Kingsley: It’s getting quite annoying honestly

Kingsley: So I saw Remus and I kissed you to shut him up because he’s my ex and he still feels bad about breaking up with me and getting with Sirius, ‘cause I haven’t dated anyone since. He thinks I’m upset about it.

Kingsley: You can block me now if you want

Unknown Number: wOw

Kingsley: Yeah...

Kingsley: Like I said. Hard to explain.

Unknown Number: Are you still upset about it?

Kingsley: The breakup? No. I’ve never seen Remus and Sirius so happy and that’s all I want for them

Unknown Number: Huh. Well then I’ve come to save your day.

Kingsley: What?

Unknown Number: I’m gonna be your knight in shining armour and save you from all your couple friends

Unknown Number: When’s the party?

Kingsley: I already said I’d find a way out of this

Unknown Number: Nah

Kingsley: Omfg

Kingsley: 2 o’clock Sunday

Unknown Number: Oh look at that! I’m free :)

I rolled my eyes again.

Contact name has been changed to: Gorgeous Freckle Guy

* * *

I rolled over in bed and groaned into my pillow. My head was aching with a pain I never wanted to feel again. I walked past the lounge room and into the kitchen, noting that Marlene and Dorcas weren’t on the couch. They’d stayed here last night, not bothered enough to get a cab home just to have to come pick their car up in the morning. I ran my hands over my face and turned the kettle on. The doorbell rang.

“Kingsley! We’ve got coffee,” I heard Dorcas shout from outside. I sighed and flicked the kettle off before crossing the room to open the door. The grins on their faces actually ripped a piece of my soul out of my body.

“Why are you so happy?” I groaned, opening the door wider to let them in. Marlene grinned wider and handed me my coffee. I downed half of it in one go.

“Morning fun,” Dorcas explained, running her arm down Marlene’s arm. I choked on my drink and Marlene snorted.

“Ew.” Dorcas hit me across the head and flopped down on the couch. The couch. “Now I have to steam clean the couch. You two are disgusting.” Marlene snickered and rolled her eyes, sitting down next to Dorcas and reaching for the remote.

“Hey, you won’t be complaining when you’ve got your morning fun time with Fabian and his bright, red hair and really, really green eyes, as you so poetically described them,” Dorcas laughed. I groaned.

“Bugger off, I was drunk,” I said, glaring at both of their grins.

* * *

My hands fumbled with the keys, but I finally got them in and turned them. I flipped the sign on the door to open. Mrs Denver followed me in.

“You opened late,” she said with her squeaky, scratchy voice. I closed my eyes for a minute before walking behind the counter and turning all of the switches on.

“Yes Mrs Denver, I only just got here. But we’re open now, what can I get you? The usual?” I asked, turning on the machines.

“You were supposed to open at 8:15, Kingsley,” she squeaked, stepping up to the counter. I sighed.

“Technically, I’m supposed to get here at 8:15, we open at 8:30, but you just get special treatment. It’s 8:17, Mrs Denver, it’ll be alright. What can I get for you?” I asked again. She huffed and opened her purse.

“The usual please, Kingsley dear,” she said. I took her money and handed her the change before I started making a black coffee. “Two sugars, remember!” she shouted. I gave her the thumbs up.

The shop was empty. No workers—Alice didn’t come in until 9—and onviously no customers. They didn’t usually start coming in until 9 either, despite opening at 8:30. At least on a Sunday. I was usually made to open shop at 6am on weekdays. I weighed the risk of checking my phone. Once Mrs Denver left, the shop would be practically empty. But if Alice showed up early I would never hear the end of it. I carried the mug over to Mrs Denver’s table, careful not to spill it. I left and came back a moment later, smiling at her as I placed the daily newspaper in front of her. She smiled back.

“Oh, thank you, Kingsley dear.” She sipped the coffee and sighed. I nodded.

“Always, Mrs Denver,” I replied. I heard the crinkling of the newspaper behind me as I walked to the back of the shop. My phone was, like always, void of any notifications or messages. I opened my messages and scrolled through mine and Fabian’s chat. I hated that I half hoped he would have messaged me again. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath.

Kingsley: Hey

Why did I just message the random stranger I met last night at a club? Why can’t I go one bloody hour without fishing for attention? Why do I—

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Hiya :) how are you?

Ah shit. I popped my head out the front to check on Mrs Denver; she was still reading the paper and sipping her coffee. I lifted some boxes onto the counter and started unpacking them—like I was supposed to do yesterday—to make it seem like I was doing something. I don’t know how I still have a job.

Kingsley: I’m good, I’m at work though. You?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: ooh texting at work? What a rebel

Kingsley: Ha ha.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: I’m alright, btw. Where do you work?

Kingsley: A coffee shop

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: A barista? Oh you’re so basic

Kingsley: Thanks?

“Kingsley! Are you out the back?” Alice’s voice nearly made me drop my phone. I put it down next to me on the counter.

“Uh, yeah, I’m unpacking,” I called back. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

Kingsley: Sorry, I gtg, my manager just showed up.

I could hear Mrs Denver talking on to Alice—most likely about something in the paper. My phone chimed.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Okay, when does your shift end?

Kingsley: What? Why?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Would you mind me stopping by to grab a coffee afterwards?

What? Stopping by? Coffee? Like a date?

“Goodbye, Kingsley dear! Thank you for the coffee,” Mrs Denver called out. I ran my hand through my hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mrs Denver,” I yelled back. I heard the door close.

Kingsley: Uh, sure, I guess. I finish at 12.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Sound a little happier maybe? 😂

I snorted. He was right. I sounded like seeing him was the last thing I wanted to do. And it definitely wasn’t. That’s what was eating at me.

Kingsley: No, really, I’d love for you to come. It’s Alice and Frank’s on the corner of Diagon Alley.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Thanks :) see u at 12.

“Kingsley! I’m going to shatter that thing in a second!” Alice shouted, storming over to me. I raised my hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry! I’ll put it away!” I laughed, twisting around her.

“Yeah, you better,” she threatened, though I could see the glint behind her eyes. I made my way to the locker room and locked my phone away, right as the clock chimed 9 and the door opened.

#i feel like those 45ish minutes passed a little too quickly #but im sick and im using that as an excuse #so here we go #Your Royal Highness #Part 2 #nevermind that i posted part 1 like ages ago #oop #fabian x kingsley #it may not seem like it but i do have a plan for this #im sorrrryyyyyyyyy #marauders era #fake dating au #my writing #fabian prewitt #kingsley shacklebolt #marauders era au #yuppppp #goodnight now

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the-captains-ayebrows · 6 years ago

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The Meat Cute Ch. 5

Read from the beginning: FF NET / AO3 or on Tumblr [Prologue] / [Chapter 1] / [Chapter 2] / [Chapter 3] / [Chapter 4]

Anybody still remember this one? I got stuck on this chapter literally for years because I was trying to cram too much into it. So, I got out my meat cleaver, did some carving and it’s finally ready to be served up. Hope you enjoy!

FYI (since it’s been awhile) - italicized sections are flashbacks to Emma and Killian’s night together 8 years prior.

Killian rubs his eyes, thankful that the sun has finally sunk below the treeline. Saturday afternoon passed by in relative quiet. He and Will have already started the process of shutting down the Meat Market for the day, though the barbecue stand will stay open for a few more hours. The sharp jangle of the bell above the door startles Killian out of the daze of routine. He’s even more surprised to note that his customer is David Nolan.

He nods in greeting. “Sheriff Nolan! What can I get for you this evening?”

David pauses, hands on hips and a hesitant furrow to his brow as if he’s not sure how to phrase what’s on his mind. “Actually I came here to ask you a favor.”

Killian raises his eyebrows, curiosity piqued, and gestures for David to go on.

“See, Mary Margaret has me coaching a little league soccer team, and my assistant coach just quit on me.” He glances away, still apparently feeling a little awkward. “I was thinking that-”

“That because I use words like ‘bloody’ and ‘mate’, I might know a thing or two about proper football?” Killian asks, a wry smirk twisting his lips.

David closes his eyes for a second and exhales heavily. “Sorry. You’re right. That was-”

Killian raises his hand in a stop gesture and grins. “I’m just winding you up, mate. No worries. I’d be happy to help.”

David shifts his weight, looking relieved. “It’s just that Henry said you’d talked to him about ‘football’ before.”

Killian can practically hear the air quotes around the word football, and stifles the urge to roll his eyes. One word clicks in his mind. “Henry? Emma's boy is on the team?” he asks, attempting and likely failing to sound casual.

David tilts his head, his gaze narrowing. “Yeah, he is. Is that a problem? I noticed you waiting tables at Emma’s place last night. I thought you guys were friends now or something.”

Friends. Well, that’s one word for it. Acquaintances with an unusual history that they’ve agreed not to discuss and who are on mostly good terms after a rocky start, all while still being (mutually he hopes) intensely attracted to each other - that would be another way of putting it.

“We’re friendly enough, I expect.” Killian pauses, pursing his lips in thought. “Though, it might be well-advised to get her opinion on it before making the coaching job official. She and I have had a run-in or two and I’m not certain I’m completely back in her good graces.”

David frowns. “Do I wanna know?”

“Likely not,” Killian answers, keeping his expression guarded. He isn’t sure how much of their history Emma has shared with David, and he certainly doesn’t wish to get into the subject at the minute.

David nods slowly. “Okay, then. I’ll try to feel her out about it.” He digs in his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper to hand to Killian. “Here’s the schedule and address for the game field. We practice at the empty field next to Swan’s. I’m assuming you know where that is.” He pauses, giving Killian a chance to glance over the schedule. “Think you can handle it?”

“Aye. That’ll be fine.” Killian jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Will. “Scarlett here can man the helm for a few hours in my absence.”

David for the first time takes notice of Will loitering by the back counter, and the two men bob their heads at each other in acknowledgment.

“Thanks, Jones. I owe ya. Hey, why don’t you come by practice tomorrow? You can start running some warm-up drills with the boys while I talk to Emma.”

“Wait. I won’t be required to call the sport ‘soccer,’ will I?”

David crosses his arms over his chest and grins. “As long as you’re willing to help out, I don’t care what you call it.”

“Right,” Killian answers. “See you tomorrow then. Please pay my respects to your lovely wife as well.”

With a final nod, David turns and strides out of the Meat Market. The door has barely closed behind him before Killian hears Will’s cheeky laugh.

“Coaching footie for the little lads, mate?”

Killian turns to face Will with a scowl. “What of it?”

“Befriending the son to get in with the mum. Yup. No one’ll ever see through that,” Will answers with a smug expression that Killian very much wants to punch right off his face.

“Why don’t you keep your thoughts to yourself, mate ? And perhaps get back to work?” Killian pauses as a thought occurs to him, his own smug amusement quickly replacing his irritation. “Or do you want to cut out early today? Got more books to return to the library? Pretending to be an avid reader to get in with the pretty librarian. I suppose no one’ll ever see through that ruse either.”

This time it was Will’s turn to scowl indignantly. “Oi! I’m a man of letters, I’ll have you know.”

“Aye. And those letters are S.O.B.”

“Har bloody har .”

Killian laughs as Will shakes his head and pushes off the counter he’d been leaning against to resume his work cleaning up the shop.

“Honestly, though, does Belle know you fancy her?”

Will glances down at the floor in thought before answering. “Dunno. I’ve been coming ‘round enough, she should’ve gotten the idea by now, but she hasn’t exactly given me the ‘come hither’. Haven’t worked up the nerve to ask her out yet.”

Killian raises an eyebrow and sighs. “Know how you feel, mate. We’re a sorry pair, aren’t we?”

Will snorts a laugh as he continues cleaning. “Too right.”

Killian opens the register, removing the cash drawer. He takes a couple of steps toward his office, but stops, turning back to Will. “I can finish closing up by myself. Why don’t you go check out the selection at the library?”

Will looks up at him then, obviously fighting a grin. “Might just do that. Cheers, mate.” He shucks off his gloves and apron, leaving them on the back counter before hustling to the front door.

“See you tomorrow,” Killian calls out, but Will is a man on a mission. He doesn't turn, instead only acknowledging the words with a half-hearted wave just before the door closes behind him.

And perhaps I’ll see Swan tomorrow as well, he thinks. This should be interesting.

—/—

“So where’s that handsome new waiter of yours?” Mary Margaret asks innocently, fluttering her eyelashes as she takes a long sip from her iced tea.

“Stop.” Emma huffs and presses the icy, metal pitcher in her hand to Mary Margaret’s bare upper arm in retaliation. No prim cardigans today. It may be mid-October, but no one seems to have told the weather. Today’s high is supposed to top out at a balmy 92.

It’s the tail end of a long and blessedly busy Sunday lunch shift. Only a few families from the after-church crowd linger, including the Nolans. Far be it from David and Mary Margaret to miss an opportunity for Granny’s peach cobbler and a little meddling a la mode.

“I’m just saying it was pretty nice of him to tie on an apron and lend a hand. I hope you thanked him properly.”

Emma’s head whips around and David nearly chokes on his cobbler. After a split second’s worth of confusion, Mary Margaret’s eyes widen.

“Not like that! Sheesh, I’m not Ruby, for God’s sake,” she retorts, scandalized. “I just meant I hope you were nice to him, you know, in a friendly and completely G-rated--”

Emma holds up a hand to stop her friend’s rambling. “I fed him some pie and said thank you. Okay, mom? Or do I need to send him a handwritten note, too?”

Mary Margaret rolls her eyes dramatically and David chuckles.

“Well, you know what they say about the fastest way to a man’s heart,” he replies, lifting a forkful of golden syrupy peach by way of example and giving her a little wink before shoveling the bite into his mouth.

“Ugh, not you, too,” Emma grumbles. She sets her pitcher on the Nolan’s table, and plunks herself down on the bench next to David. Her elbow to his ribs and unceremonious “Scoot over!” only prompt more laughter from him as he gladly complies.

Emma looks between her friends briefly, then settles her gaze again on David. “Shouldn’t you be outside setting up for soccer practice right now instead of in here giving me grief?”

David and Mary Margaret share a look. “Speaking of Henry’s soccer team, Tom just quit on me. I need to find another assistant coach before next Saturday’s game or we’ll have to forfeit.”

“What’s the deal with Tom?”

“His allergies,” David answers. “Apparently there’s ragweed growing near the game field. He told me he can’t take it another week.”

Emma scowls. “You’d think a pharmacist would be able to…” she gestures vaguely with her hand, “you know, self-medicate or something.”

“You’d think.” David sighs, shaking his head as he stares back down at his dessert and spears another peach slice with his fork. “Anyway, I’ll be spending my afternoon trying to find someone to replace him.” He takes a bite and chews thoughtfully for a moment, then looks back over at Emma with a hopeful raised eyebrow. “Unless you can think of someone who would do it?”

Something in David’s tone sets off Emma’s internal bullshit detector, but she can’t figure out why. “You can’t just coach by yourself?”

“Nope. The league’s insurance requires at least two adult coaches per team.”

Emma pats David’s arm sympathetically and gets back to her feet, picking up her refill pitcher. “I sure hope you find someone. Henry will be crushed if the team can’t play until you get a new assistant. Speaking of Henry...” She casts a glance around the dining area and frowns, not seeing the boy in question. “Did either of you see where he went? He’s supposed to be in that booth over there working on his science project until practice starts.”

“He and one of his little buddies headed outside with a soccer ball a while ago. I guess they wanted to get an early start,” Mary Margaret answers. “Sorry, I didn’t know he was supposed to be doing homework or I would’ve said something.”

Emma waves away her friend’s apology, but same as with David, some quirk of Mary Margaret’s demeanor is setting Emma on edge. She just can’t put her finger on what . “No problem. I’ll just go grab him by the scruff of his little pre-teen neck and drag him back in,” she says with a tight smile.

She walks over to the drink station and sets her pitcher down. She pauses there a moment as she wipes her hands on her apron. What are the odds? What are the odds that David casually mentions needing an assistant coach, right after both Nolans tease her about Killian AND Henry disappears with a soccer ball in hand?

He’s out there, isn’t he?

She grasps the doorknob, looking briefly heavenwards in a prayer for patience with overly helpful friends, then yanks the door open, knowing full well what she’s going to see mere steps from the building. There they are. Henry and his teammates, all red-faced and panting like puppy dogs, running drills in the afternoon sun, thankfully this time kicking away from the street.

And there, off on the sideline barely a few yards away is … Oh holy hell.

Emma swallows hard, suddenly suffused with a heat that has nothing to do with the blazing temperature outside. She knew. She knew he’d be there. Still, that knowledge had not prepared her for this. For Killian Jones in loose-fitting black soccer shorts riding low on his hips, muscled calves on full display. For the sweat-soaked FC Dallas t-shirt hugging his toned pecs and biceps. For the way the muscles of his throat work, his head thrown back as he gulps from a water bottle. She's near enough she can make out the rivulets of perspiration that roll down his jaw, winding their way past the twin freckles on the side of his neck, and she remembers the first time she saw those freckles up close.

He turns to face her fully as they step onto the dance floor, and in a blink, his arm is around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. A thrill of excitement runs down her spine. She’s so distracted by the feeling of his lean, defined torso pressed against her ( God, he’s warm. Almost too warm ), that she might’ve missed the bob of his Adam's apple if it weren’t right at her eye level.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious for reasons she can’t explain, she takes a moment to slowly pan her gaze upwards, mapping the freckles that dot the column of his throat, the scar that marks one sculpted cheekbone. Still not quite ready for eye contact, she instead looks down to her side where Killian is gently taking her hand. Her eyes follow the movement of their joined hands as he raises them until they’ve assumed the usual dancing posture. Her heart is pounding, and she doesn’t know whether to be exhilarated or annoyed at herself for getting so worked up over just touching this guy. She finally allows herself to meet his eyes.

The look he’s giving her makes her toes curl - searing, but also searching - and she decides to let herself go, to give in to what she’s feeling. So she smiles at him, something soft and real, and he smiles right back.

“Hold on tight, love.”

She intends to.

That thought wakes her up and she looks down quickly, chiding herself for so blatantly ogling him. Geez, all that scene needed was slo-mo and a guitar rock anthem playing in the background. At least he didn’t see me. The sound of throat clearing draws her attention. She looks up again to see Killian smirking at her.

“Quite hot, don’t you think, Swan?” he practically purrs, his tongue flicking to the corner of his mouth.

Or maybe he did. Smug bastard. She glares at him, but doesn’t take the bait.

“I mean outside, of course,” he continues innocently. “I was about to bring the lads indoors for a water break. Need to keep the squad properly hydrated.”

“Uh-huh,” Emma replies skeptically, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling in spite of herself. “Come on in. Tea and lemonade are on me.”

There’s the expected commotion as a troop of sweaty pre-teens files into the restaurant. During the shuffle, Mary Margaret grabs David’s truck keys and waves her goodbyes to the room, heading home to grade papers. The kids get situated at a long table, with David taking a seat at one end. He leaves the empty seat across from him for Killian, but instead of joining the group, Killian seems to be lingering a bit.

He’s close. Not inappropriately so, but enough that Emma catches the scent of clean sweat and woodsmoke that clings to him. And speaking of clinging, the way that t-shirt clings to his chest should really be…

Blinking quickly, Emma clears her throat. “I’ll just go get those drinks then.”

She turns toward the kitchen, but before she can get through the swinging door to hide the flush that’s creeping up her face, she hears footsteps behind her.

“I’ll help you, love.”

That’s just… great. “Fine,” she replies without looking back at him. “But no apron for you this time. Don’t want you sweating all over it. And wash your hands.”

His low, rumbling laugh follows her into the kitchen.

Emma grabs two large serving trays from a shelf and begins filling glasses with ice as Killian moves to the sink and washes his hands as commanded.

When she glances over at him, he gives her a sly smirk. “So, we’re back to being prickly today, are we?”

Emma frowns as she scoops ice into another glass. “I’m not prickly. I just don’t want to get tagged with a health code violation.”

Killian turns the faucet off, and looks at her appraisingly. “Then I suppose you’d better wash up as well,” he taunts, then flicks the water off his fingers at her.

“Hey! You’re getting me all wet!” she exclaims, then her eyes widen as she sees him pressing his lips together tightly, mirth dancing in his eyes. Before the barely repressed innuendo can burst out of him, she points a scolding finger at his chest. “Don’t even.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter and he holds his hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, love.”

“Good,” she declares haughtily before returning to the task of pouring the drinks.

Killian grabs a pitcher of lemonade and starts to work on the second tray. “Honestly though, haven’t I proven to you by now that I’m not the enemy?”

Without looking up from her task, she answers him in a quiet voice. “I don’t think you’re the enemy.”

“Well, that’s something at least. I understand that my showing up here in your life - especially the manner in which it happened -” he runs a hand through his hair with a nervous chuckle. “I get that it caught you off guard. Believe me when I say it was quite the shock to my system as well, but you’ve nothing to fear from me, Swan. There’s no need for defenses.”

His tone is plain and sincere, and Emma makes the mistake of looking up to meet his too blue, too earnest eyes. “The thing is, my life - Henry, the restaurant, all of it - it’s a very fragile balance, and you and I barely know each other. The people we are now anyway. I just…” She turns her attention back to the drink tray and pours the last glass of lemonade. “I can’t take the chance that I’m wrong about you.”

Killian doesn’t respond right away, and she finally looks back up at him. She doesn’t know she expects to see, yet is still surprised to find him merely regarding her with quiet consideration.

“Okay,” he answers, “but has it ever occurred to you that by that logic you’re absolutely eliminating any chance that you’re right ?”

Emma’s mouth falls open, her breath catching in her throat and a strange tightening in her chest. Before she can reply, or more accurately, before her brain can cease it’s frantic whirring and even make an effort at formulating a reply, Killian gives her a small smile and shoulders one of the heavy laden trays. He turns wordlessly toward the kitchen door and Emma hefts the other tray and follows behind.

“You make a fair point, Swan,” he says casually just before they exit the kitchen. “While you and I know some rather intimate details about each other, we never really got to know the little things.”

“Guess so,” Emma agrees, suddenly wary. She eyes him quizzically as they walk the short distance across the dining room and set the trays down on an empty table. She picks up a glass in each hand, and moves to the team table to begin distributing them. “So what do you want to know?”

Killian frowns in thought, picking up a couple of glasses as well to assist. “Favorite color?” he asks, setting the glasses on the table and moving to grab more.

“Yellow,” Emma answers as she continues passing out the lemonade to the eagerly awaiting boys. “You?”

“Green,” he replies automatically, but there’s something in the way that his eyes flick down after he says it, his long eyelashes dusting his cheeks, that makes Emma’s heart flutter. “Favorite food?” he asks, settling the last two glasses in front of Henry and David and finally taking a seat at the table himself.

Emma walks to the head of the table to stand with Killian seated to her left and David to her right. Henry leans forward in his chair to peek at her around David’s shoulder.

“I know this one,” her son pipes up. “Fried stuff with cheese.”

David crosses his arms and rests them on the table. “Now hang on there, Henry. That’s what she eats every day-” he pauses to give Emma a pointed glare, earning him a swat on the arm from her. “But, let’s not forget that your mom is a carnivore. I think her actual favorite thing is a good steak.”

“Humans did not claw their way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables, okay?” Emma retorts, earning her a laugh from those in earshot and a nod of agreement from David.

Killian simply grins at her and she doesn’t want to think about that too much, so she taps her fingernails on his tea glass. “So, here’s a question for you. Tea. Hot or iced?”

Killian quirks an eyebrow at her. “Ah, now we’re getting down to truly important matters. You know, England may revoke my dual citizenship for this, but I’ve actually come to quite like it iced. Never sweetened, though. That’s a sacrilege I cannot abide.” He finishes the statement with a shudder as if the very thought pains him.

David laughs heartily. “And that statement could get you booted out of the Great State of Texas, mate. ”

Emma hums. “So is the interrogation over now? Or is there something else you’d like to know?” She extends her hand to Killian in an offer to shake, and fakes a bubbly voice. “I’m Emma Swan, age 29 and I like wildflowers, cheap clothes and expensive makeup. Nice to meetcha,” she says with a sarcastic smile.

Killian laughs and takes her hand. “Killian Jones, age 34, and I enjoy classic rock, cheap beer and expensive guitars.” He gives her hand a firm, businesslike shake. “Enchanted.”

David rolls his eyes at the pair of them and gulps the last of his tea. He leans forward to look down the length of the table at his team and claps once to get their attention. “Okay, guys. Break time’s over. Let’s get back out there and run some more drills!”

There’s a general shuffling and scraping of chair legs against the wood floor, and soon the group is headed out the door. Killian hangs back just long enough to send one last warm smile Emma’s way.

“Definitely enchanted,” he says with a wink, then jogs off to join the team.

—/—

Monday morning arrives, as does Emma's regular delivery from the Meat Market. She signs the delivery slip and as she gives the clipboard back to the driver, he in turn places a small, flat parcel in her hands.

Emma looks down at it blankly, taking in its pristine white paper wrapping, tied with butcher’s twine in a neat bow with a single yellow wildflower tucked beneath the string. “What the hell is this?” She asks, but when she looks up at the driver, he's already holding out a small note card covered in tidy script. She takes the note and reads:

“A brown-eyed susan for a green-eyed Swan and some extra protein to strengthen my star midfielder. Please enjoy.

-KJ”

That smooth sonuvabitch, she thinks with a shake of her head. She looks up to return the package to the driver but he's already back in the cab of his van.

“Wait!” she calls. “I can't-”

“Sorry, miss,” he replies through the open van window. “I was told there are no returns or exchanges on bonus items.” He gives her a cheerful wave and drives away.

“Oh, I'll just bet you were,” Emma mutters to herself, but as she looks down at the parcel again the sight of the little flower has her fighting a smile. She furtively glances around (as if anyone would be out at this godforsaken hour of the morning to see her), and pulls the bloom free, tucking it carefully behind her ear.

When she returns to her kitchen, she opens the parcel to find two absolutely beautiful tenderloin filets. Emma's teeth pull at her lower lip. On one hand it's kind of a weird (albeit thoughtful) gift, but on the other, well… She does have a peppercorn rub she's been meaning to try, and really there's no sense in wasting a prime cut of beef. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice that sounds just like Ruby is shouting, ‘ Girl, that's what I've been saying! ’ but she ignores it. Mostly.

And maybe if she gently re-wraps the steaks and places them in her fridge with a goofy grin on her face, and maybe if she puts her flower in a little glass by the register so she can look at it all day, well then that's her own business.

—/—

It’s a gorgeous, clear blue Saturday afternoon. Perfect game day weather. Autumn is finally catching up to Storybrooke, and what with the breeze that toys with Emma’s hair making her wonder why she even bothered to brush it this morning, it could almost be considered cool outside.

Emma hoists her folding lawn chair out of the VW’s trunk and totes it over to the sidelines to join Mary Margaret and the other team moms. Despite the lovely day, there’s an ominous feeling in her chest, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On the positive side, she’d finally convinced Granny divulge her secret onion ring recipe. Emma had tested it today during the lunch rush, handing out free samples to a few of her regular customers. Everyone raved about them, both for the nostalgia of bringing back a ‘classic’ as well as the actual flavor.

The response should have given Emma a boost of confidence about the potential for more revenue and new (or returning) customers, but there was something else that niggled at the back of her mind. No one had said anything to her directly, but as she’d worked the floor with the lunch crowd, she’d overheard a few statements about the barbecue sauce. ‘ Sauce seems kinda bland today,’ ‘You’re just used to Jones’s sauce,’ ‘Think Jones would bottle that stuff?’ ‘Swan’s has better food, but that sauce, man. It’s addictive.’ Emma files those comments away to process later.

She sighs as she removes her folding chair from its tote bag and settles it down next to Mary Margaret’s empty seat. She spots her friend further down the sidelines talking animatedly to David who has his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Emma smiles to herself and wonders who’s actually running this show. Mary Margaret’s ‘helpful suggestions’ have been known from time to time to come out sounding more like royal decrees.

She picks Henry out of the cluster of boys jogging toward the team bench. She waves to catch his eye, and he offers her an only slightly embarrassed sounding, “Hey, mom!”

“Hey, kid!” Emma smiles broadly. He must really be excited about this game for him to publicly acknowledge her like that - adolescent street cred be damned - and she’s happy for him.

Her exchange with Henry apparently draws someone else’s attention to her as well. A second later, a deep, accented voice calls out, “Bring it in, lads!” and soon the owner of said voice is sauntering her way. He’s wearing those damn soccer shorts again, this time paired with a green t-shirt with ‘Cobras’, the team’s name, emblazoned across his chest in crisp, white letters. Not that she’s looking at his chest. Or his calves. Dammit, she’s never really been one to notice a man’s legs before. Why does her stupid brain have to start now? Emma swallows hard, trying to will her pulse back to a normal pace.

“Swan! Glad you could make it,” he says, a now familiar smirk gracing his lips. “You look lovely in green.”

“Well, it is the team’s color,” she replies with a shrug. Of course that’s why she wore this top. Not because it has a particularly flattering neckline, and certainly not because he mentioned that green was his favorite color the other day. “Just showing some team spirit.” She manages to keep her voice even, but he’s raking his eyes over her, swaying further into her space and licking his lips and dammit why is her face heating up like this?

“Right,” he says, leaning in and lowering his voice as if imparting a secret. “I rather fancy that shade of pink on you as well.”

Emma glares at him, but her flush only deepens. She huffs in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Was there something you wanted?”

He chuckles and steps back to a more respectable distance, but there is mischief in his eyes. “Oh, Swan, there are a great many things I want,” he answers with a wink, and Emma’s stomach does a strange little flip.

He pauses a beat, bouncing on the balls of his feet and his demeanor shifts from cocky to something more sincere. “But, I only meant to inquire about the steaks I sent over. Did you like them?” His hand reaches up to scratch behind his ear in a surprising show of insecurity, and this time it’s Emma’s turn to smirk.

“Wait, was that your weird way of buying me dinner without actually having to ask me out?”

The tips of his ears turn red ( score one for Emma! ), but he manages to maintain his cool exterior. “Nothing of the sort, love. Merely a gesture of goodwill to my biggest customer.” Cool turns to flirtatious, and his sky blue eyes bore into hers. “I can assure you,” he drawls, “if I were to court you, you would know you were being courted.”

A voice in the back of her mind shouts that she does, in fact, know it, and she’s not really sure what to do with that knowledge yet. Emma realizes her mouth has fallen open slightly, so she swallows. “In that case, the steaks were delicious, though I’m not sure Henry even tasted his. He basically inhaled it.” Emma glances over to the bench, indicating the boy in question.

Killian laughs lightly. “I’m glad to hear it. Afraid to say, the hoovering of food is part and parcel for a growing lad. My brother used to insist that I must’ve had a hollow leg to eat as much as I did and stay so scrawny.”

Emma watches, her eyes widening as flashes of emotion cross his face in rapid succession: a warm smile at the memory is quickly replaced by a flicker of pain and finally covered with a blank mask. It may have been eight years since she’s heard about Killian’s brother, but she realizes exactly how big of a deal it is for Killian to have not only spoken of him at all, but to mention him so casually and cheerfully.

The fact that he would be so unguarded with her, even for just a second, well… it matters , and Emma feels the weight of the moment at odds with a funny sort of lightening sensation in her heart. She reaches out to touch Killian’s arm, but as soon as her fingers make contact, he subtly pulls away, turning to face toward the field.

Okay then , Emma thinks. New tactic. In order to change the subject, or rather return to the previous one, Emma bumps her shoulder against his.

“Anyway, thanks for the steaks.” When he turns to her with an arched brow, she feigns a scowl and adds, “But you really shouldn’t have.”

Dimples cut into his cheeks as that damn eyebrow raises higher. “Ah, Swan, it was my pleasure. Besides, I told you I’d be more than happy to slip a little extra meat in your box anytime.”

“And we’re back to the innuendo.” Emma rolls her eyes, but a smile flirts with the corners of her lips. They’re quiet for a beat. Killian turns his attention back to where David seems to be giving the boys a pre-game pep talk. Emma glances down the sidelines. Now that she’s taken a minute to notice, she’s painfully aware of the looks they’re getting from some of the other team moms, ranging from casual ogling of Killian to outright jealousy of the attention he’s paying her.

Emma clears her throat, drawing Killian’s attention back to her. “Get outta here, Jones. Go do coach-y things.” She gives his shoulder a one-handed shove vaguely in the direction of the field and he laughs, the spark he’d lost for a moment now blazing back full force.

“As you wish,” he replies, inclining his head to her in semblance of a bow before turning and jogging over to join his team. She shakes her head, chuckling softly at his ridiculousness. He casts one last look at her over his shoulder, and she can't help but smile at him.

Interesting , Emma thinks as the referee blows a whistle to officially start the game. Things get awkward or a little too real and he reverts to flirting and innuendo. For a man who likes to talk about her defense mechanisms, he seems to have one or two of his own.

Emma walks over to the cooler one of the parents brought and grabs a can of Diet Dr. Pepper. By now, Mary Margaret has resumed her seat on the sidelines, so Emma joins her to settle in and watch the game.

And Emma does watch the game. Mostly. Middle school intramural soccer isn’t the most riveting thing ever, but she does genuinely enjoy watching Henry have fun. The boys actually seem to be playing a little bit better this week, too, so maybe David made the right call asking Killian to help out as a coach.

Emma’s known forever that David was good with kids - Henry calls him Uncle David for a reason - but as she looks down the sidelines for probably the hundredth time, she has to admit that David isn’t the only one looking like a pro with the boys. Watching Killian now, Emma can hardly believe she ever thought he could be anti-kid.

He’s enthusiastic, encouraging, and the team clearly respects him. He’s animated to the point that it’s hilarious. He gets so excited when the team scores their first goal that his voice actually cracks as he cheers them on. He scowls and snarls every time the referee makes a call he doesn’t agree with. His hands have spent so much time pulling at his hair in anxiety on the boys’ behalf that it’s now sticking up haphazardly in every direction. And that is in no way attractive as hell.

Not to mention that he and David make quite the pair, between all the high-fiving and chest bumping - a fact not lost on Mary Margaret.

“Well, I think Tom Brady has officially been replaced as David’s man-crush.” Mary Margaret says, snapping Emma out of her reverie. Emma tries and most likely fails to make it seem as though she wasn’t just staring at Killian - another fact Mary Margaret picks up on. “You know, if you don’t want to go out with Killian, I think my husband might.”

Emma snorts a laugh, and Mary Margaret continues. “Actually you both may have some competition.” She bobs her head to the side, indicating where she wants Emma to look. “Don’t those three hussies have kids on the other team? The way they’re looking at Killian, I think they’ve got more than good sportsmanship in mind.”

“Did you seriously just say ‘hussies’?” Slowly turning her head in an attempt to be subtle, Emma scans the sideline (again) and sure enough, a trio of buxom blondes has appeared practically out of nowhere and is rather effusively trying to ply Killian with Gatorade, giggling and fawning at him the whole time. Something feral stomps and growls in Emma’s gut at the sight, but it’s quickly tempered with a little bit of amusement at how utterly (if politely) uninterested Killian appears and how much the spectacle seems to be irritating Gaston, the opposing coach.

“I think you may be right,” Emma replies as coolly as she can, despite the fact that Killian keeps darting glances her way, his eyes seeming to beg for a rescue from his new admirers. At this point she’s trying not to smirk from an irrational sense of triumph, but she refuses to give Mary Margaret the satisfaction. “Can we please just watch the game?”

Emma takes a sip of her canned drink as Mary Margaret eyes her knowingly. “Yeah, it’s definitely the game that you’ve been watching.”

“New subject,” Emma says, the implied ‘don’t push it’ hanging in the air between them.

“Fine.”

Eventually the three women give up and head back to their own sideline. As they walk away, Emma unclenches her jaw, realizing she’s been biting the inside of her cheek the whole time. The game is going well and she’s just starting to relax when Mary Margaret casually sips from her water bottle and peers at Emma from the corner of her eye.

“So your birthday is this Thursday.”

Shit. After twenty two years of friendship are we really having this conversation again? “I guess so,” Emma replies, deliberately keeping her eyes on the field. “Hey, that was a pretty good pass.” Emma pops up from her lawn chair, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Go Henry!” she hollers, catching his attention briefly and earning her a quick, subtle thumbs-up from her favorite boy.

Emma settles back into her seat and Mary Margaret continues, blatantly ignoring the fact that Emma is blatantly ignoring her. “It’s your thirtieth.”

“Uh huh.” Emma scowls as a kid from the other team steals the ball and begins dribbling it back down the field in the other direction. She knows Mary Margaret isn’t going to let up, but she’s determined not to make it easy for her friend to lure her into a conversation about her birthday. Mary Margaret has been dropping hints for weeks about planning a birthday party for Emma, but really - she knows how Emma feels about the subject. Just because “It’s a milestone, Emma,” and “You’ve come so far, Emma,” doesn’t mean she’s ready to embrace Mary Margaret’s ideas about celebrations and specialness.

It’s not until she hears Mary Margaret’s sharp exhale of annoyance that she finally turns to face her friend. Emma can’t stop the immature roll of her eyes in response to the “teacher-face” she receives.

“Okay, how about this?” Mary Margaret asks in her most reasonable tone. “You and Henry can come over to our house Thursday night after the boys get done with their practice. I’ll cook a big meal and we can all have just a nice, low-key family dinner together. Sound okay?”

Emma purses her lips, considering the offer. “Something greasy and unhealthy?”

Mary Margaret smiles indulgently. “I’ll bust out the deep fryer if I have to. And bake you a cake.”

“No. No birthday cake. No candles. And no singing.”

“You’re telling me you don’t want dessert?” Mary Margaret raises her eyebrow skeptically.

“I didn’t say that ,” Emma hedges. “You could make those homemade cinnamon rolls I like…”

“That’s a breakfast food, not a dessert.”

Emma does her best impression of the puppy eyes Henry likes to use on her when he wants something. “But it’s my birthday?”

Mary Margaret shakes her head and chuckles. “Done. So we’ll see you Thursday night?”

“Okay. We’ll be there.” Emma leans sideways to bump her shoulder against her friend’s. It’s a small gesture, but she hopes after all these years that Mary Margaret understands what she means. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for giving a damn about me. Thank you for not pushing. When she opens her mouth, however, all that comes out is a simple, “Thanks.”

—/—

Several hours later, Emma finds herself wishing all her friends were as understanding as Mary Margaret.

Henry’s team lost, but the score was much closer than the last game. Since Emma had to go back to the restaurant, Henry - after giving Emma a very sweet, but sweaty hug - hitched a ride home with David and Mary Margaret. At the time Emma left, Killian had been busy talking with other team parents, and Emma noted with some degree of smugness that the other moms from Henry's team were a lot less brash about ogling the hot coach when their husbands were standing right next to them. Though she and Killian had actually gotten along pretty well at the beginning of the game (okay, they’d flirted shamelessly), she was relieved that she could slip away from the game without much more than a wave goodbye from a distance. The way he’d smiled at her was something she wasn’t prepared to think about too deeply.

And speaking of things she didn’t want to think about...

“Ruby, no.” Her phone had rung nearly the second she’d walked into her house after closing down the restaurant for the night. She expected it to be David calling to let her know that he was about to bring Henry home, so she was surprised to see Ruby’s number on her phone screen. It didn’t take long for Ruby to make her motives for calling crystal clear.

“Ruby, YES.” Emma can hear her friend’s wicked grin even through her shitty cell phone connection. “Emma, it’s your Dirty Thirty! You HAVE to have a party.”

“I have…” Emma flounders for a word that will get Ruby off her ass about throwing some ridiculous drunken fiasco in honor of Emma’s birthday, but finally decides no such word exists. “Plans,” she finishes lamely.

“Uh huh. Yeah. And what are these plans exactly?”

“Having dinner at David and Mary Margaret’s.”

As expected, Ruby scoffs. “That doesn’t begin to count as a party, hon’.”

“Hey! You know I’m not into the whole birthday thing, and it’s actually a pretty big deal for me to have someone else do the cooking for once. Besides, I’m bringing a date.”

“YOU MEAN YOU FINALLY ASKED KILLIAN OUT AND YOU DIDN’T TELL - Oh, wait. You mean Henry, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Ruby’s sighs dramatically. “Emma, I love Henry to death. He’s my favorite little dude, so don’t get me wrong here. But you need some grown up fun. So, go have your nice family tea party with the Nolans on Thursday night, but by 10pm on Friday I expect your ass to be in my bar. That’s when the fun begins.”

Emma grunts, both a show of frustration and a wordless admission of defeat. “Remind me why I’m friends with you again?”

Before Ruby can answer, Emma hears the front door open and Henry shuffles in with a sleepy, “Hey, mom.” She smiles at him and reaches out to scratch his back as he passes her, heading straight toward the kitchen.

“Because I gave you your first tube of lipstick. And because you love me,” Ruby replies smugly.

Emma smiles to herself. “Yeah, I guess it was something like that. Alright, I’ll see you Friday, Rubes.”

Emma hangs up her phone, just as Henry emerges from the kitchen, a plate of leftovers in his hand.

“What’d Aunt Ruby call about?” he asks around a mouthful of food.

“Didn’t you eat dinner at the Nolans’?” Emma responds, ignoring his question for the moment.

He rolls his eyes, a habit he unfortunately inherited from her. “I did , but you know, losing really works up an appetite,” he answers with a cheeky grin.

“Hm. If you say so, kid, but I was really hoping you’d be further into your teens before you started eating us out of house and home.” Emma sighs. “Anyway, I was just telling Aunt Ruby that you and I are going over to Aunt Mary Margaret and Uncle David’s house for a big dinner on Thursday. You can walk home from practice and take a shower, and I’ll come pick you up from the house to drive over there.”

“Cool! Is this a thing for your birthday?” He shovels more food in his mouth.

Emma nods, not wanting to get into a birthday discussion with yet another person today. “How about you go sit down with that.” She gestures at his plate. “At least pretend you weren’t raised in a barn?”

Henry moves over to the couch, setting his plate down on the coffee table in front of him. Emma follows and settles down on the cushion next to him.

“Nah, I was raised by wolves,” he says, picking up the remote and clicking on the TV.

It’s Emma’s turn to roll her eyes. She wonders how Granny and Ruby would feel about that particular turn of phrase, since they were his constant babysitters most of his early life.

“Aunt Ruby also wants me to go hang out with her at Howl on Friday night after I close down the restaurant. Think you can spend the night at Avery’s?”

Henry frowns. “I think his family is going out of town that weekend.”

Emma ponders this for a moment. “How about I ask Granny if you can stay over at her house?” It’s not as exciting an option as a sleepover with friends, but Emma and Henry both know full well Granny will spoil the snot out of him. There will definitely be a pie involved.

She can see the wheels in her son’s head turning, and a small smile begins to tickle at the corners of his lips. “Yeah. That’d be okay I guess,” he answers with feigned disinterest.

Emma reaches over and tousles his hair. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

—/—

The sky has slowly turned from overcast to downright threatening as the boys finish their last round of drills on Sunday afternoon. Killian is thankful when David blows his whistle to signal the end of practice. To be honest, he’d hardly been paying attention the last half hour anyway, not since Emma came outside her restaurant to bring him and David large take-out cups of ice tea. She hadn’t said much, just an exchange of pleasantries really, but there was something in her smile today - half-hidden, but present nonetheless - that filled him with hope.

He’s winning her over, he thinks. He feels it in his bones. His goodwill gesture seemed to have had the intended effect, and he doesn’t believe he’s deluding himself in thinking that they shared something of a moment before the game yesterday. Bloody hell, they’d been so at ease with each other bantering back and forth that he’d actually talked about… He shakes himself out of the memory and begins rounding up footballs (he still refuses to call them soccer balls) and gear to load into David’s truck.

“Heads up, coach!”

Killian looks up in time to see Henry throw a ball his direction and he snags it out of the air one-handed. “Oi! There’s no throwing in football,” he says with a feigned scowl, but Henry’s clearly not buying it. He rolls his eyes at Killian before jogging the rest of the way over. “Good practice today, lad. I’ll see you Thursday evening, yeah?”

Henry smiles brightly. “Oh! Are you going to my mom’s birthday party then?”

Killian blinks in surprise. “Well, I meant I’d see you at our next practice. Is your mother’s birthday on Thursday as well?”

“Yeah!” Henry replies. “The party’s at Uncle David and Aunt Mary Margaret’s house. She’s an awesome cook. You should totally come!” As the lad pauses for breath, David walks over to join them. “Uncle David, tell Killian he has to come over on Thursday.”

David places his hands on his hips and shrugs, a half smile tilting his lips. “Well, from what I hear, Mary Margaret’s planning on making enough food to feed an army, so the more the merrier as far as I’m concerned. You remember how to get there?”

“Aye, I can find it,” Killian answers. “Thanks for the invite, mate. Let me double check that Scarlett and Smee can handle things at work for the whole evening, but it shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Great!” Henry exclaims. “See ya Thursday, Killian.” With that he dashes off into Swan’s Bar-B-Q to work on homework or eat a side of beef or whatever it is young lads do.

It takes approximately ten seconds for realization to come crashing down on him. It’s Emma’s bloody birthday which means he needs to get her a present , and he doubts raw meat is going to cut it this time. It can’t be anything too extravagant or intimate. It’s far too soon for that. It must be unassuming, yet thoughtful. Something that will impress her, but not overwhelm her.

Bloody hell, he needs to call in reinforcements.

—/—

“Rob, I need to speak to the missus.”

“Killian. Nice to talk to you, too. Oh my day was lovely, thanks for asking. Now why are you calling me at eleven o’clock at night to speak to my wife?”

Killian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. Robin is going to take the piss out of him for this. “I need shopping advice.”

“I should say so. I told you your whole black-on-black aesthetic was far too citified for small town life. Unless you’re trying to pass for Johnny Cash.”

“That’s not what-” Killian huffs in frustration. “Just put Regina on the phone. Please. ”

There's a pause where he hears muffled voices in the background. After some shuffling sounds, Regina’s familiar businesslike voice comes on the line.

“Jones, I hear you’re in need of a personal shopper. It’s about time.”

“If you and your husband are quite finished critiquing my fashion sense, then yes. I, erm…” he hesitates, not sure how much Robin has told Regina about Emma. “I need help selecting a birthday present.”

“For whom?”

“A woman.”

“Okay.” He can hear the growing irritation in Regina’s voice. “Are we talking a co-worker? Social acquaintance? You don’t date, so it couldn’t be-” The line goes quiet and Killian assumes Regina is looking to Robin for some kind of confirmation. “It’s for that woman. Emma, right? Sounds like you finally took Robin’s advice and talked to her.”

“Aye, it’s for Emma. Things have been going a bit better of late. Her son invited me to her birthday party and I haven’t a bloody clue what to get her.”

“There’s a lot to unpack in what you just said, but I’ll let it slide for now.” Regina hummed in thought. “A bottle of wine would be tasteful without being over the top. Do you know her favorite varietal?”

“I don’t think she’s much of a wine drinker, to be honest. As I recall she prefers rum.”

“Why am I not surprised? A book, perhaps. That could be personal, but not overly intimate.”

“She works long hours like I do and she has a young son at home. I doubt she has much in the way of free time for reading.”

“So what do you know about her interests?” Regina’s voice had gone flat, well, flatter than usual.

Killian sighs, scratching behind his ear even though no one is around to see it. “I know she likes flowers and rum and Dr. Pepper. She told me she likes cheap clothing and expensive makeup, but I wouldn’t dare attempt to buy her any of that. She cooks and runs a barbecue restaurant just down the road from mine. Perhaps I should get her something for her kitchen?”

“Wait, she’s your competition? Then no. Any cooking-related gifts could be seen as some sort of passive-aggressive insult.”

God, he hadn’t considered that. “Bloody hell, Regina, what am I supposed to get her then?”

He hears Regina take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Finally she answers, “I don’t know, Jones. Buy her some flowers. Maybe get her something from one of those fancy bath shops at the mall. That’s a solid default gift. Besides, if she works as hard as you say, she might appreciate a relaxing bubble bath on occasion.”

The idea of getting Emma a ‘default’ gift hardly thrills him, but he knows he’s reached the end of Regina’s patience. “Alright. I’ll think about it. Thanks, Regina.”

—/—

He had driven forty-five minutes to get to a town large enough to support a shopping mall, but that’s nothing compared to the two hours he’s been wandering aimlessly around this god forsaken place. Shop after shop he’s searched, but nothing seems right.

He stops in the food court to buy himself a soft pretzel on the vague hope that a dose of salt and carbohydrates will somehow spark his inspiration. As he takes a seat at a wobbly and disturbingly sticky table, he looks up and sees it. Directly across from his spot in the food court, large obnoxious yellow signs with red letters proclaim some kind of sale as well as, “For a limited time only: Throwback Favorites!” He hasn’t a clue what that last bit means, but Regina’s suggestion looms large in his mind, and he’s getting a bit desperate.

By the store’s entryway, a lass in a red apron is offering a sample spray of whatever scent is on feature to a teenage girl who’d stopped to eye the display. Apparently the scent is a “90’s classic” that the girl simply must try. The girl nods her assent and the saleswoman spritzes her liberally as Killian returns his attention to the snack in front of him. He’s two bites into his pretzel when the aroma from the bath shop finally hits him - clean, sweet and achingly familiar even after all this time.

The song goes into its final cadenza, and Killian decides to show off a bit. Well...perhaps he’s been showing off a tad the entire song, but this woman has met him step for step. He’s mesmerized by the way her firm, supple body moves with him, every push and pull, every swivel of her hips, every swish of her hair.

He’d pulled her into his arms hard and fast when they’d first reached the dance floor, just trying to get a rise out of her, but damned if the sensation of holding her for the first time didn’t very nearly get ‘rise’ out of him. The press of her breasts against his chest, her pelvis against his thighs… He’d had to swallow hard, counting backwards from ten to get his body’s reaction to her back under control.

Now she’s laughing, flushed and breathless, eyes bright and he thinks she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He takes her through an elaborate spin, then pulls her in close, one hand at the small of her back, the other sliding up into her hair to cradle her head. He dips her low as the final chord lingers in the air, and she lifts her chin, granting him access to ghost his nose down the long column of her throat to her collarbone. He holds her there just for a second, just long enough to breathe her in. She smells like heaven. A hint of salt, a dash of something sweet and fresh.

Slowly he raises her back to standing, releasing his embrace and simply letting his hands rest on her hips. Her hair falls forward to frame her face, but he can still see the pretty blush on her cheeks beneath the gossamer strands. He watches her eyes flick down to rest on his lips, her own pink mouth subtly parting. He wants to kiss her - gods above does he want to kiss her - and he will. She’s made it fairly clear where this evening is headed after all. But it’s too soon and it’s too public. They have all night.

Killian huffs a laugh at himself and shakes his head. Perhaps Regina had the right idea after all, though damned if he’ll tell her that. He stands and makes his way toward the store. He knows just what to do.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. ;-)

#captain swan ff #cs ff #cs modern au #the meat cute #cs barbecue au

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onewhoturns · 5 years ago

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six sentence sunday 9/1

(I lied, it’s not six sentences, it’s my excuse to post the beginning of the bartender au so FUCK IT HERE WE GO)

It’s half past 1 on a Saturday night. Technically, Alex should still be on shift at The Island. Instead, she’s waiting outside a dive called the Kanaloa, phone in hand, combat-booted foot propped against the brick wall behind her. Somehow she gets away with not wearing heels to work. The waitresses have to wear them, but Alex is behind the bar and, therefore, no one sees her feet. Ergo, no heels required.

(Or so she argued to her employers, and they accepted because no one really wants to face repercussions for a sexist dress code, and technically there may have also been some legal issues around appropriate footwear for dealing with breakable glass. Either way, she won.)

“Alex!”

Blue hair is blown out of her face with a little puff as she slips her cell into her pocket, grinning at the approaching duo before Ren already has his arms around her.

“Thought you were gonna go pink?” Her oldest friend tugs at a loose strand of hair, sharing her grin.

“Thought you were gonna go vegan?” She smirks, smacking him upside the head.

“Ow! And yeah, I did. Briefly.”

Alex laughs and hugs his companion. “Hey, Nona.”

“Hey Alex.”

“So, Miss Night Owl finally managed to make some time for us, huh?” Ren is giving her a hard time again. Par for the course. She doesn’t mind it.

“Look, when you guys are only free on the weekend and I’m working 8-4… Or if I’m picking up an extra half-day? I mean, no offense, but I’m not gonna wake up at 11 just so we can grab brunch,” she scoffs.

“Oh, like you’re so much better than brunch.”

“Keep your avocado toast, hipster. If I ever get roped into brunching, it’ll only be for bottomless Bloody Marys.”

“Or mimosas,” Nona pipes up, helpfully.

“Yes, exactly Nona. Mimosas will also do, thank you.” Alex gestures to Ren’s girlfriend, giving him a see, I told you, kind of look. He just snorts.

“So, why aren’t we meeting at your place?” Ren is actually holding the door for her. Obviously, Nona has gradually trained him into manners. Good for her. Only took, what, eight, ten years of on-again off-again highschool sweetheartdom to get him there?

Nona goes in first, and as Alex passes she makes a gesture at Ren, mouthing ‘whipped.’ It’s good for him, though. Nona’s the calm anchor to his frenetic hyperactivity. And beneath all her jibes and smirking, she’s really happy for him. They finally seem to be taking things seriously. Years of starting and stopping for school, of phone calls at 2am because there’s a guy on her Instagram, are they dating? Is she dating someone? (You’re not actually together right now, Ren. YEAH but I LOVE her!, etc) -- finally, they’re living in the same city again. And have actually moved in together. Or-- well, that was actually probably a year ago, now. They’d settled in Seattle and she… had yet to make the trip. Whoops. But luckily they came here!

“It’s called the Kanaloa! Like the thing on Edwards Island, right? A throwback to Camena! Besides, I wanted to spare you the herpes,” she tosses the comment over her shoulder, overtaking Nona to lead the way to a booth in the corner. The place is a classic dive: dart boards, pool tables, smoke somehow always hanging in the air even though no one has smoked in a bar in… years. An actual honest-to-god jukebox. It’s a shame the place is kinda dying out. Ah well, shit happens. Gotta keep with the times.

Nona snorts a laugh (ah yes, the training has gone both ways), and Ren smirks. “What a way to talk about your workplace, Al-”

“Oh shut up,” she punches him in the arm. “I meant this.” She gestures to the glitter clinging to her skin -- her shoulders, her cheeks, her cleavage (because of course there’s cleavage, she’s a bartender at a club for god’s sake, how else would she get tips? People like some skin and being given just enough of a hard time. She’s not gonna deny them that if it pays her rent). “It’s go-go night for the month, and they just love the stuff.” She’d have it in her hair for at least three more days.

There’s half a second’s pause before she turns narrowed eyes on Ren again. “Wait, are you saying you think I wear this on a regular basis?” Admittedly, yes, the shirt is one of her favorites, but the pink and white PVC skirt? Yeah no. Never. It is reserved specifically for go-go night and only go-go night. She bought it as a joke at a thrift store and ended up using it in a Slutty Power Rangers Halloween costume (college, don’t ask) and it sat in her closet for months before the Island became a gig, and go-go night became a thing, and… Well. The rest is history?

“I never see you,” Ren whines. “And all your photos are of, like, cocktails and puns. How am I supposed to know?”

Alex rolls her eyes but - fair. “Well. You’re here now. So let’s have a drink and catch up, mkay? I’m technically supposed to be back on shift in like an hour, but Mick said she’d cover me and-- well, if you want, I can probably sneak you guys in if you wanna crash some poor fuck’s party on the floor. There’s enough noise and flashing lights that you can just commando right in there.” She already knows the answer. Ren, of course, is intrigued because he might have had that phase in college of going to raves and taking too much Molly and… yikes. Nona - ever reasonable - is already grimacing at the idea of a club at 2am.

Ren turns his bright-eyed hopeful look to Nona, then smiles ruefully. “We’re probably gonna pass.”

“Should you be drinking mid-shift?”

Alex scoffs. “I drink on shift. I’m running at like BAC .02 most of the night,” she jokes.

Nona looks troubled, and Alex quickly walks it back. “Kidding. I don’t drink much outside of work, okay? It’s not-- I’m not just spending all day drinking. It’s just part of the job.” And daytime is for sleeping, anyway. And laundry. And running Postmates. And checking Craigslist. You do things to make ends meet, right?

She doesn’t like the look Ren and Nona are exchanging. It’s that we need to talk about Alex look. She got that a lot at the end of senior year, when she was spending more time tagging along with anyone else than talking with her own family. She got that the first time she dropped out (for like one semester! One measly semester! She made up for it in a summer term, God, calm down). It makes her mouth sour, and she immediately tries to smooth it over.

“Look, I’m sorry you guys came all the way down here just for a couple hours. We can…” She grits her teeth and tries not to grimace. “We can get together tomorrow before my shift.”

“For…” Ren has cast aside the worried look in favor of one more amused, watching her jaw tic.

“For…” It takes everything in her not to scoff. “...brunch,” she grumbles. As soon as it’s out of her, Ren is laughing out loud and she sticks out her tongue like it’s covered in something disgusting. “Ugh, God, can’t I just get you guys some drinks instead?”

Nona shoots another look at Ren, and it’s another one she’s seen too often. The do you make enough to be treating us, two full-time Adult Employed People, to drinks? look.

She huffs out a laugh. “Oh my God, calm down. I got this.”

(Oh hey look, here’s an aesthetic board for this that gives some more story) (And look at that, we’re posting it on AO3)

#bartender au #it needs a name #probably gonna be vaguely religious for reasons that appear later in the story #(they're jonas reasons)#jonalex #alex/jonas #oxenfree fic #jfc i'm so sorry to all the real bartenders out there alex is not a shining example of the craft #my writing #six sentence sunday #i know it's more than six sentences #oxenfree #Holy Spirits

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huangfilms · 6 years ago

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Roommate!Jaemin

summary: so i found an eviction note on my door when i came home from a shift so i looked on a bulletin board in the lobby and i saw an ad for a roommate and that ad was from you, my really cute neighbor and i was wondering if that offer still stands???

requested by: a lovely anon ❤️ thanks for waiting patiently sweetheart !

(A/N) i have finished!!! thank you for waiting very patiently for this,,,,, i know i haven’t been on my A game recently but thanks for not rushing me JDJSJD anywho i love you thanks for requesting! ❤️ i hope u like this !!

it was midnight and you were absolutely slumped, stressed, and kind of angry

work really kicked your ass that night

working at a 24/7 diner sucked so much cause sometimes the people would come at odd times

and there were some snappy customers

that night during your shift there was a particularly rude customer that ruined your mood so you just really wanted to lay down in your bed

but once you go to your door you found an eviction note saying that they’re going to kick you out in a week if you don’t pay your rent

right then and there you could feel all of the stress from that day form into tears

so you open your door in a haste and c r y

because??? you don’t get payed until next week??? so you’re basically screwed

but you decide to try and sleep it off because you are way too tired for this and it’s your day off tomorrow anyway

when you wake up you forget about the eviction note but you remember when you go to make coffee since it’s sitting on the counter

you let out the Biggest Sigh ever

you leave the paper on the counter and then you go down to the lobby to see the bulletin board to see if there are any roommate papers or open apartments

when you look you see something

‘looking for a roommate! contact at +xxx-xxx-xxxx na jaemin’

and you recognize the name cause hey!!! that’s your neighbor!!!

you never really talked to him before, only the few nods of the head at each other when you see each other

he’s cute or whatever

anyway

you decide you’re going to ask jaemin if you could be his roommate cause that seems better than living on your own

smh rent is high these days what were you thinking of anyway HAHA

moving on though

you go back up and try to build up the courage to knock on his door

but you don’t even know if he’s home

you knock anyway, and about a few seconds later you can see jaemin’s bright smile

angels are singing

‘did you need something y/n?’

you get snapped out of your daze

‘uh i saw the ad of you needing a roommate, and i was wondering if that offer still stands??’

and he looks confused cause? you’re his neighbor w hat??

and you see the confused look so you start to explain to him that you just got an eviction note last night and you really don’t know where else to go

your parent don’t live in the same country as you

your friends,,,,, uhhhh ??? very m i a i guess

and you won’t get payed until next week so you start to really beg him to be his roommate

and he can see how stressed you are so he accepts

and you just give him such a big smile and he metaphorically melts to the ground

and you really don’t even have to pack anything the whole week you move your stuff into his apartment and get rid of a l o t of things

you just found out you were a hoarder LMAO

but anywho!!

it takes a couple more days than planned to move everything into the other bedroom

but it’s all good

so the day you finally moved everything into his apartment he asked if you guys wanted to go grocery shopping cause his your guys’ kitchen was empt y

but you declined cause you needed to fix and arrange some stuff in your new room

and hes all like no problem i’ll just ask a friend to go with me, i’ll see you in a few hours!! and he grins and locks the door

you didn’t even fix stuff you just knocked out cold onto your bed

anyway fast forward it’s been a few days since you moved in

it’s been a lil awkward cause you guys don’t really interact with each other

your guys’ work schedules don’t match so hes always out when youre home and vice versa

so you never really get to talk with him

but!!! by some miracle your job/school schedules do match

and you guys FINALLY talk and break the VERY awkward tension

the dynamic in your house is so much better wow

sometimes when either of you couldn’t sleep you guys would venture out or just crash into the other’s room for the night

one time jaemin’s friend walked in on you guys cuddling in his bed cause he had a spare key

his friend (jeno) asked him about it a while later and jaemin was so blatant

‘oh we’re just friends’

‘mhm sure jan’

‘shut up jee-no’

so it’s been months now

(yes i time skipped sigh)

but anyway, jeno was still Skeptical cause?? friends don’t do all that couple stuff

literally everyone Been Knew you guys like each other except for:

oh right YOU GUYS.

you guys Flirt 25/8

even when its Not even necessary like when you’re hanging out with your friends

for example you’re having a movie night with the dreamies

‘jaemin sweetie can you get me something sweet’

and he nods and goes to the kitchen only to come back empty handed

and ur all like??? jaemin wheres My Snack

he just scoffs and goes ‘what are you talking about i’m literally right in front of you’

EVERYONE IN THE ROOM COLLECTIVELY GROAN S

bitch i would too the Fuck

you just snort and lightly push him on the shoulder before pulling him down to sit next to you

then on instinct he just wraps himself around you

everyone: confused

JDFHLASD

but they don’t question you guys and just watch the movie

when you say you’re going to bed and leave the couch with a goodnight to them

jeno jumps onto the spot next to him

and he just goes ‘do you like them?????’

jaemin is so ??? cause wha t you’re just really close friends!!!!

jeno just looks him in the eyes and goes ‘not even a little bit??’

‘i’m sure’

and so jaemin just sits and thinks for a little though

cause hm,,,,, maybe he does like you-OH MY GOd HE LIKES YoU

and he has an internal breakdown cause oh my god???? what??? when???

not that there’s anything bad about you!!! he just,,, as cliche as it may sound

he doesn’t want to make anything awkward with you

BUT ITS AWKWARD ANYWAY!!!

and so he decides: to take more shifts and study out at the library cause he doesn’t want to think about this

what he don’t know, is that you’re in your room thinking the s a m e thing blease talk to each other

so you!!! also take more shifts but you stay locked in your room as well

when the dreamies come over one day without a warning you’re both in your rooms just minding your own business

and so when they barge in they’re all like

????? where’s the couple?????

and so jaemin goes out and hes like oh why are you guys here LMAO

‘we wanted to watch movies?? it’s friday cmon go get y/n’

and so he just laughs a little awkwardly but he goes to you anyway

he knocks and goes ‘so uhhh the guys are here and we’re about to watch movies??? wanna hang out ??’ and in his head

he’s just wondering when everything became so awkwar d

oh right when he realized that he likes you

but anywho you open the door and he does a little half smile that makes your stomach flip in a good way

and you smile at him too

when you guys go out though,,,,,

you sit on one end of the couch and jaemin sits on the opposite end

donghyuck sits in between the both of you

‘why aren’t you and jaemin sitting next to each other like usual????’ donghyuck asked you quietly to make sure no one else heard

cause He Knew

you just give him a side eye and you tell him ‘you already know why now Shut the movie is starting’

he leaves it be but in the middle of the movie he gets up to use the restroom

and then chenle says ‘move over i like sitting by the arm of the couch’

‘no just let me sit here’

chenle is just r eally confused ‘but you always sit next to jaemin b l e a s e y/n’

and thats how you two end up next to each other

jisung decides to squish in and so you’re pressed up against jaemin

you dont know who’s more uncomfortable : you or him

the room feels s o awkward and literally everyone feels it

and so you just ‘i’m gonna get something to drink anyone else want water???’

‘i’ll go with you’ and its jaemin standing up

‘i-i um no it’s oka-’

he just takes your hand and he leads you to the kitchen and behind the corner so they won’t see you guys

‘why are we being awkward??’

and you just shrug cause?? you guys literally haven’t talked for w e e k s you dumb bitc-

and he just goes is such a quiet voice

‘i miss you’

and your heart!!! palpitated!!! the hell!!!

‘i-i miss you too’

and so he just hugs you and says Really Confidently

‘i like you, be my baby’

and you !! are about to Faint!

‘i-i,,,,i like you too’

and when you pull back he just ! kisses you really softly

and you’re Red cause oh this is Really Happening Right Now

you guys walk back out of the kitchen (with the drinks) but you’re holding hands

you both are just :D

everyone knew what was happening cause you Guys Aren’t Quiet

just cause they can’t see you doesn’t mean they can’t hear you !!!!

and so they’re just like ‘congrats now shut the movie is still Playing’

you guys are So gross with each other

everyone regrets everything

but anyway!!!

now that you guys are together!!! you guys smooch

you like to smooch his nose and he just laughs every time you do that

okay but when you study for smth you do it in your room cause he’s going to distract you

he still manages to do it

he sends you the Ugliest Texts

‘when u free bb 😳‘

‘we??? live??? together???’

okay but being serious!!!

he’s such a softie and he’s so happy that he gets to wake up next to you all the time

and ugh my heart! is hurting!

since you guys live w each other its weird not seeing each other cause your schedules don’t match up sometimes

and jaemin is so :(

and it makes you so :(

hes such a clingy one

he flirts at all times of the day just to get a reaction out of you

but anyway

ugh roommate jaemin ! what a concept

there’s never a dull moment when it comes to him!!

Masterlist

#na jaemin scenarios #unlisted

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 6 years ago

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Time Heals.....Chapter Six

“Mama J, are you sure you’re ok with watching them?”

“Robyn, how many times do I have to tell you it’s fine? I love spending time with them besides I’m glad you and Chris have come to an understanding.”

Robyn shrugged, “I guess.”

“You’re not excited?”

“Mama, this isn’t like we’re back in high school and I’m finally getting to hang out without my mother breathing down my back.”

Joyce laughed.

“There isn’t really anything to be excited about. If I make it through the night without snapping on your son then we’ll call a success.”

“Come on Robyn, he’s trying.”

“I know and I do appreciate it.”

“You think you’d ever become friends with him like before?”

“Not possible.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“No, it’s just we’re adults now. We’ve both grown up, had different experiences, we’re not the same kids we were 8 years ago.”

“Well I would hope not.”

Robyn chuckled as she finger-combed her hair, “I’m gonna try and give it a chance though.”

~~~~~~

“You know if you were gonna look like that, you could’ve stayed home.”

“Huh?” Robyn looked up at the sound of Chris’ voice. Chris shook his head as he slid the money across the counter to the cashier of the bowling alley, “I thought we came to have fun and you’re ignoring the hell out of me.”

“I’m not ignoring you besides we just got here.”

“You’ve been on the phone ever since you got in the car and barely said anything to me.”

Robyn rolled her eyes as she put her phone in her pocket, “when’d you become such a whiner?”

“I am not whining. I’m just saying.”

Robyn arched her brow as they grabbed their bowling shoes from the attendant, “Uh huh, whatever you say. Which lane you wanna play in?”

Chris looked over and started walking towards the farthest lane in the alley. Robyn sat down and dropped her bowling shoes in front of her on the floor. Chris sat down with an empty seat between them. He glanced over at her and Robyn was typing away in her phone. He groaned before reaching over and taking her phone.

“What the fuck?”

“Seriously, you could’ve stayed at home if you were gonna ignore me all night.”

“I have a life to conduct and children to check on. I need my phone.”

Chris raised his brow as he looked over at the screen, “considering your daughters are with my mother, who is Camille?”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “one of my co-workers and get out my phone.” She reached to grab it and Chris moved it to his other hand so it was out of her reach.

“Chris, stop playing.”

“I’m not playing. What are you talking about?”

“Gimme my phone.”

“No.”

“Christopher Maurice Brown.”

Chris took her phone and tucked into his front pants pocket, “we should probably start bowling.”

“Chris, I swear to God, I will choke you out if you don’t give me my phone.”

“Choke me out? I mean you tall but I still got you beat by like half a foot almost.”

“You really wanna find out how I can do it?”

Chris looked at the glare in her eye and toyed with the idea of messing with her. Did he really wanna chance this just to aggravate her? He went to reach in his pocket for the phone then changed his mind, “I’ll give it to you under one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t use it for the next two hours.”

“What?”

“I set this up for us to have fun and be friends again, that can’t happen if you’re in your phone finding ways to avoid talking to me. If you don’t wanna be here, I can take you home but if you’re gonna be here, I would appreciate a little cooperation.”

“This isn’t a business meeting.”

“Clearly.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “fine.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Pinky swear.”

“Chris, are you serious?”

“So serious.”

Robyn rolled her eyes and held out her pinky as Chris did the same. They interlocked fingers for a few moments then she stepped back with her hand out, “now can I have my phone?”

“I’ma put it in your purse.”

“Chris.”

“You don’t need it on your person if you aren’t gonna be using it.”

“Ugh...I can’t stand you.”

“You love me.”

“Keep thinking that.”

Chris frowned as he handed her the phone and turned to the scoreboard computer, “we should start bowling.

“Wait, what just happened?”

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“It’s like your whole mood just changed. What happened?”

“Nothing. What name you want up there?”

“Chris.”

“I’ma just put in Robyn, wanna go first or second?” Chris continued talking as if she didn’t say anything.

“Chris, don’t ignore me.”

“I’m not. You’re not answering my question, first or second?”

“If that's the way you want it, ok. I’ll go first.”

Chris nodded his head in agreement as she walked up to the ball dispenser. Grabbing a black bowling ball, she walked up to the lane and got into position. As the pin holder pulled back, she swung her arm back then forward, releasing the ball. She waited as it swerved right then left before hitting two pins on the left side and falling through the back of the lane. She frowned as she turned around, “eh, that sucked.”

Chris chuckled, “give it some time, you’ll do better. Two is good for a start.”

“Whatever. Your turn.”

Robyn watched as Chris walked toward the ball dispenser then her mind drifted to his face a little earlier. Why’d his mood change so quickly and why was he so worried about them actually spending time together? It was strange.

~~~~~~

Chris sighed as he pulled into his mother’s driveway, “Guess this is it.”

Robyn looked over him and smiled, “you make it sound so final. I’m not dying or anything.”

“I know but who knows when we’ll be able to do this again.”

“Whoever decides to ask.”

Chris held his hand out and Robyn placed hers in it, “thanks for humoring me, you really didn’t have to.”

“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have agreed. You’re not some charity case, stop acting like it.”

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “well I gotta get home, Tiana gets fussy about being in that big house by herself.”

“Children could help with that.”

“I don’t think I can take anymore rejection right now so I’ll leave that topic alone.”

Robyn shrugged, “I guess.”

Chris released her hand and climbed out of the driver’s seat. He went over and opened the passenger door to help Robyn out, “tell the girls I said hi and I’ll see them later.”

“At least come in and say bye to them, they’d appreciate seeing their new best friend.”

Chris chuckled, “are you trying to make me feel better?”

“Maybe. I mean you did take me out for some fun, the least I can do is send you home with somewhat of a smile on your face.”

“Why would I not have a smile on my face? I got to hang out with my best friend.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “don’t patronize me.”

“I am not patronizing you.”

“You haven’t smiled since we left the bowling alley.”

“Because I’m sad that we can’t hangout more.”

Robyn pouted as she playfully pinched his cheek, “Aww...the poor baby.”

Chris lightly smacked her hand, “don’t do that.”

Robyn chuckled, “at least say goodnight to the twins and your mom then you can go.”

“Because you were nice to me today, I’ll listen to you.”

“And if I wasn’t nice?”

“I’d be gone by now.”

“Considering Mama J has been peeking out the front window staring at us for last few minutes, she’d probably call you before you even pulled out the driveway.”

“What?”

Chris looked up at the front door and saw as the front blinds swung closed, “why is that woman so damn nosy?”

Robyn laughed, “she loves you, that’s all. Come on so we get the interrogation over with.”

They linked arms and started walking to the house. The front door swung open before they even touched the first step. Joyce had the biggest smile on her face as Chris and Robyn looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

~~~~~~~

Tiana needed to get to know Robyn. She wasn’t sure why she felt so urgent about this but as she watched Chris’s face as he spoke to her on the phone, she felt like something was up. He hadn’t spoken to or even mentioned Robyn after their wedding eight years ago and suddenly he couldn’t stop talking about her. It drove her crazy.

“Come on Robs, you can’t make one simple detour after the girls’ dance class,” Chris said as he shifted himself in his seat.

“Chris, I have to work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I know but I’m going into my office for a while.”

“You taking them with you?”

“I might have to.”

“You coming this way after work?”

“I might.”

“Leave them with me.”

“What?”

“Let me babysit. I can take them around and we can just find some random stuff to do. You know I’m like a big kid sometimes.”

“All the time but I don’t know, Chris.”

“What’s the harm?”

“I do not want them getting too attached to you.”

“Why not? We’re friends. They’re gonna be around me anyway.”

“Chris, you don’t have kids, you dont understand.”

“Robyn, I know you are making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. What’s the difference between me babysitting and my mother babysitting?”

“I don’t know but-”

“But nothing. Do you trust me?”

“Yea.”

“So let me babysit, I promise to return your children to you the same way you gave them to me.”

“Why do you wanna do this so bad?”

“You know why.”

“Chris, I really think you should talk to-”

“No.”

“Babysitting is not gonna get rid of the fever.”

“It’ll calm it for now. Please?” Chris replied with a pout. Robyn sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Chris smiled wide because he knew she was gonna say yes.

“Ok. It’ll only be for two or three hours.”

“That’s fine. What time you want me to pick them up?”

“Uh, around 11 would be fine.”

“Cool. We can have lunch then run around for the rest of the day.”

“You almost sound like I’m doing you a favor instead of you doing me a favor.”

“It’s equal. We both get a chance to do stuff we wanna do. You not gonna be working all day are you?”

“Oh God no.”

Chris leaned his head back and laughed just as Tiana walked up behind the couch, hitting her on the thigh. Chris smiled, “Sorry Babe, I didn’t see you there.

Tiana smiled down at him, “you almost done?”

“In a few minutes. Robyn’s gonna let me babysit this weekend.”

“Chris, we have an appointment this weekend.”

“For what?”

“With the travel agent. We’re planning a vacation for my parents’ anniversary, remember?”

“What time is that?”

“At 3.”

“I’ll be dropping the girls off with their mom by then, we’re fine.”

“Chris.”

“What?”

“You- nevermind.”

Tiana walked over and Chris returned his attention to his phone.

“What?” He asked as he noticed Robyn shaking her head.

“You still have that bad habit, huh?”

“What?”

“Making plans and not asking first. Chris, the girls can come to my office with me. You need to worry about your wife.”

“What is there to worry about? I’ll have them back to you by time the appointment comes.”

“That’s not the point, Christopher. You’re being inconsiderate.”

“How? I’m not missing anything or rescheduling it. What’s the problem?”

“I’ma let you go. You need to go talk to your wife before you end up sleeping on the couch.”

“I will not.”

“How much you wanna bet?”

“$200.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Alright. $200 it is. See you tomorrow.”

“Call me when the twins come home. I got something I wanna show y’all.”

“Chris, what did you get now? You are about as bad as your mother.”

Chris laughed, “I’ll show you later. Bye Bajan Girl.”

“Bye Virginia Boy.”

They hung up.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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badboysdoitbetter · 7 years ago

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Intuition

Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs x Reader

Summary: Meeting at the Bancroft Banquet, Takeshi couldn’t help but become intrigued by your mysterious demeanor, not that he would ever admit it though.

Requested: yes. “Could you write a Takeshi x female reader , #2 ,#5, and #56 ? Thank you so much”

Warning: (slight) alcohol abuse, the F-bomb (once)

Check out my prompt list here

2. “ Not you again.. ”

5. “ Why do you hate me? ”

56. “ Are you flirting with me? ”

Working at the precinct as a detective was probably the best and worst job in the world. The benefits were good, and so were your co-workers, but the workload was enough to make you want to drop.

“(Y/N), got another case for you.” Your boss, Captain Tanaka, called you into his office. “Thomas Vanderbilt, a Meth, might be double-sleeving. I need you to get information on him, so tonight, you’re going to the Bancroft’s party and observing.”

“Mr. Tanaka, with all due respect, this isn’t really my specialty-”

“It is now. The banquet starts at 8, be there or you’re getting demoted.”

“You wouldn’t dare, I am not going back on coffee run duty. Do you know how much you people drink? I’m on a detective’s salary here!”

“Try me, (Y/N).”

°°°

Annoyed, you put on your most expensive dress, aiming not to stand out, and begrudgingly made your way to the Bancroft home.

As soon as you stepped into the house, eyes looked you over. Ignoring the lustful stares you received, you made your way towards the outer edge of the room, deciding the best approach you could attempt was to observe the way Vanderbilt acted. As your eyes wandered, you failed to notice a body stand beside yours.

“Shouldn’t someone like you be enjoying the party?” You looked to your left, you noticed the presents of someone beside you.

He thinks I’m a Meth?

“Takeshi Kovacs, right?” He nodded, beginning to respond. “Before you ask how I knew, I’ve seen you come around the precinct during my shift, so I asked Ortega about it.”

Brushing off the feeling of recognition, he smirked.

“Sorry, you just look too expensive to be working there... I haven’t even seen you there before, and trust me, I’d’ve remembered seeing such a pretty face.”

“Are you flirting with me? Wow, Kristin was way to generous describing you, from what I’ve seen in the last three minutes, I’m not impressed.” Rolling your eyes, you began to walk away, keeping an eye on your target. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.”

°°°

Later, you found yourself standing around a pit, watching the Envoy you had met only hours before being brutally beaten. Scoffing at the pure audacity the Meth’s possessed, you decided to walk away from the scene.

Takeshi Kovacs. You thought, intrigued by his actions throughout the entire night. What’s your deal?

Exiting the home and walking towards your taxi, you heard a voice come from behind you.

“(Y/N).” Turning around, you came face to face with Takeshi.

“Ugh, not you again… What’d you want?”

“You left before I got the chance to ask you on a date.”

“And why would I accept?”

“The same reason I’m asking, you intrigue me. Now call it ‘Envoy Intuition’, but I have a feeling I interest you too.”

“Haha, well, for once, your intuition was wrong. No.” Denial.

“Why do you hate me so much? Come on, I know you want to get to know me… Maybe you can even help me solve this murder I’ve been working on.” The ulterior motive.

“First, I don’t hate you, and second, I’m not gonna go out with you because you want some free detective help. Ask me out because you actually want to go out.”

Hearing silence, you sped up your pace.

“Wait! Ah fuck, (Y/N), you wanna maybe… Get a drink sometime? I’d like to get to know you better, if you’re willing.”

“See, was that so hard? Pick me up tomorrow at 7.” Because the two of you had been walking while you talked the entire time, you pulled the handle and stepped inside the car, closing the door behind you.

Rolling down the window, you quickly exclaimed, “Don’t be late” as the car was flying away towards your home.

“(Y/N)! I don’t even know where you live!”

“You’ll figure it out. Use your ‘Envoy Intuition’!”

°°°

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kpopsmutbin · 7 years ago

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Of Knives and Namjin-Chapter 1

Jin’s POV

3:30am. That's what the flashing blue numbers on the face of my Mario alarm clock said. The worst part. I went to bed at 8:30... I haven't had a wink of sleep yet. You wanna know why? Cause of my new neighbor next door. For 12hrs Mr. Whatever-the-hell-his-name-is next door has had his music blasting in my ears. I've tried to ask him to turn it down a bit but Noooo Mr. No-Regards-For-Decent-Times wouldn't listen! I have a class tomorrow that requires me to wake up in another 3 hours. It's the whole reason I went to sleep early in the first damn place!! With a sigh, I got up and slowly navigated my way to the kitchen. After getting a cup of chamomile tea (cause we all know I need to relax before committing murder), I took a seat at the island and mentally went over the list of things I need for tomorrow. -Apron -Knife -Band-aids -Hand Towel Last week one of my old professors from college asked me to take over the new culinary class the school is holding. I had mixed feelings about taking over the course considering it's for beginners. I don't really have the best patience when it comes to newbies. But after some thought.... ok after being bribed with free food reign, I agreed to the deal. *PDD by Rap Monster starts playing* (Plz Don’t Die) Before I Shoot You (Plz Don’t Die) I Should Have My Revenge (Plz Don’t Die) You know ma (Plz Don’t Die) This goes out to suckers and the haters and the wankers "UGH!! Seriously! " I groaned in annoyance. "That's it!" I got up, put on my Mario slippers and stalked outside to the apartment next door.

"I swear if no one answers this time!!" All I wanted to do right now was climb back in bed and cover up but noooo I had to fight with some inconsiderate ass who won't.... "Holy mother My inner complaints were interrupted when the door opened to reveal a VERY attractive guy. Well damn. Would you look at that. Why is it that my ass of a neighbor is so dang hot?! You can tell that he works out..a lot. His muscles are clear even through the sweatshirt he's wearing, his hair was an odd pink and purple ombré which he could really pull off. Sadly his eyes were covered by a pair of black tinted glasses.

Suddenly he shifted and ran his hand through his hair. "Are you just gonna stand there and stare or...?" Surprisingly his voice was a lot deeper than I thought it would be. I wouldn't mind listening to whatever he has to say just to hear his voice. "Hello?.. are you even listening to what I'm saying?" annoyance and a hint of amusement in his voice. "S-sorry. Um, my name is Kim Seokjin. I live in the apartment next door." I said pointing a finger in that direction. He just rose an eyebrow. "Ok?" I sighed. "I came over a few times before to tell you to please turn your music off or turn it down. People are trying to sleep." .... "That's it?"

My eyebrow started twitching. "Yes, that's it!" I scoffed. How rude could this guy be?! He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. "Ok. Sorry about that." With a small smile, he nodded his head and closed the door. Now that the music is finally off I can get some much-needed rest before having to leave. With that thought in mind, I headed back to my apartment and into bed. ***********3 HOURS LATER********** *1Verse by J-Hope* With a groan, I rolled over and pressed the snooze button on my alarm clock. 6:30 "Ah, I can take another 5 minutes."I rolled back into my warm spot and let sleep take over again. 8:35 "SHIT!!" Currently, I'm trying to ease the pain from slamming the car door on my fingers. Thanks to Mr. Rude-Ass-Deep-Voice I overslept and am now late. I'm sure I look like a mess. My hair isn't combed, I spilled tea on my shirt and worse of all... I didn't eat. What a great way to start my day. 8:40 With a string of curses that would do a sailor proud, I heaved my bag higher on my shoulder and speed walked towards my destination.

Rereading this makes me cringe tbh Cover made by @kpop-moodboard-factory

#namjin #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #okan #fanfic #i hope this isnt bad #smut blog #posted on wattpad too #kpopsmutbin

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ninacarstairss · 2 years ago

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we definitely do!! they’d love to help with those, i’m sure they have a fully guided course ready for us hehe

ugh still very annoying but it’s good you’re not as sick as before. and really holidays and concerts are my reason to live. definitely the only reason why i’m still going to work every day and dying for 8 hours 🥲

i didn’t get any time to rest basically 😭 i couldn’t stay home and my day off is tomorrow so i’ll get some rest then :/ i have been drinking like crazy and getting all the vitamins i can, i’m feeling slightly better today but still it’s so annoying 😭 can’t believe we basically got each other’s flu

yeah right?? i tried it once and my shirt got completely yellowish/pink because of the make up, and it wasn’t even foundation, it was like a bb cream thing. so no i definitely don’t wanna ruin a shirt each day

the hug is helping really a lot <33 my shifts felt endless with this cold. and today most of my friends here in the shop are on holiday and i’m here crying because it’s kinda boring without them and i’m sick 😭 ugh sorry i’m complaining a lot today

i’m sending back a huge hug and i’m wrapping us both in a warm blanket with a biscoff latte and some nice medicines and vitamins <3

hello nero my beloved soulmate <3

i finally started to work!! i told you like over a week ago i was going to start, but bureaucracy is shit so i hat to wait this long. but i started and it was really nice!!

it’s tiring, i can already see that. i work in a make up store so a lot of people come in and have no idea what do do or even more think they know everything and when you tell them “no this is a mascara not a lipstick” they say you’re wrong and walk away with a few insults. but anyway 😂 it is dynamic, i always have something to do so i’m liking it so far!!

as a first day, it was really nice. except, i will have to work until 10pm tomorrow 😭 the shop is in a mall so they have crazy hours and i won’t be able to celebrate my birthday :(

not that i’m a big fan of huge birthday celebrations as you know, but i was hoping in a nice dinner out with a friend or a cake (lol i’m always for cake) but apparently it’ll have to wait.

anyway, i’m about to get my nose pierced so i’m very happy about this self birthday present!!! (if that is even a thing) :D i’ll let you know how it goes of course!!

and how are you doing love?? how are uni, work and life treating you?? i’m spinning you around and giving you a forehead kiss <3

hello cece my beloved soulmate <3

you have no idea how much i needed this letter. i have to thank the universe for sending you the urge to send me it!

but yay, new job! ooh, a makeup store, that would be so fun. i can just imagine you can use all the products to create a fun little makeup look every day of the week. i’m very happy you are enjoying it! and retail definitely had its highs and lows, but as long as you’re happy, i have no doubt you will thrive there!!

it sucks that you not only have to work until 10pm on your second day, but also on your birthday!! (it’s actually your birthday here right now, but i was going to go to your askbox at 8am so my letter arrived at exactly midnight for you) i mean it is lucky you do not like a big celebration, but cake is always good :( (maybe you can buy one to have after your shift or on your meal break if you have one??)

oh my god yay!! i actually got some new nose jewellery yesterday too! i got a plain silver hoop, a silver stud with a white gem and a silver hoop with a moon charm on it! i’m so excited for you, and yes, please tell me how it goes!

well, i am doing alright. i am on my midsemester break this week and i had my friend over for a night, it was so nice to see her. i just had a little crying session, but nothing to worry about! i always seem to cry whenever i have to slightly open up to someone, especially my mum, because i hate doing it. crying is quite therapeutic, i wish i did it more often. but moving on!

i also have to do a few assignments for uni, but it also means i have an extra week off next week, so i’m glad i have time to chill.

once again, thank you so much for your letter, they always brighten my day! i’m hugging you tight and giving you a cupcake for your birthday!! <333

#nero my beloved!!! <3

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thathpheadcanongirl · 7 years ago

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Secrets Chapter 1

My Tedromeda Kick ;) I’ll post the rest later, but if you wanna read the rest, here it is: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12650780/1/Secrets

Finding a Place to Study

There were far too many students at Hogwarts in Andromeda Black's opinion. She could count everyone she actually knew on one hand. So many Muggleborns were taking up the best spots in the Library and crowding every courtyard. They were all so loud and annoying.

A part of her was relieved that there were no Muggleborns in Slytherin. She didn't have to deal with them asking stupid questions, like "What do House Elves do?" or "Is Polyjuice Potion difficult to make?" or "Are the chocolate frogs real frogs?" If she had it her way, Andromeda would probably leave Hogwarts for a school that wasn't integrated. But, since her family depended on her to do well in this school, she had to make due with what she was given.

All she wanted to do was find a quiet place to study. After all, her O.W.L. Exams were just around the corner. It seemed like everywhere she went, there was an eager Muggleborn, or an annoying Gryffindor, or a pompous Slytherin suitor who would attempt to get in her good graces for potential future marriage. But that was the burden of being a Black. She and her sisters knew they had power most people dreamed of, but Andromeda only used it when she deemed it necessary. This might be one of those times.

She had a nice study schedule planned out for the day, and mumbled it to herself as she went up to breakfast. "…Defense Against the Dark Arts, 9 o'clock. Transfiguration, 12 o'clock noon. Herbology, 2:30. Afternoon tea, 4 o'clock. Potions, 5 o'clock. History of Magic, 6:30. Dinner, 8 o'clock. Charms, 9:30…"

Before she reached the Great Hall, she was stopped by a sleek blond Seventh Year, grinning down at her. "Good morning, Andromeda," said Lucius Malfoy politely. "You're looking rather blushed today."

Andromeda forced a smile that probably came out more like a cringe. "Lucius." She continued to walk down to the Slytherin table, Lucius following closely behind.

"I see you have a lot of books today," he commented. "It might be easier with a simple shrinking spell. It can be rather complicated, but I could help you."

"I know how to use a shrinking spell, thank you, Lucius," she said, trying not to sound crass.

She went to sit down, but was stopped again when Lucius gently grabbed her bag from her shoulder. "It's no trouble at all. It'll be my pleasure." Before she could say another word, Lucius shrunk her contents inside of her bag, ultimately making the load much lighter. "There you are," he smiled and handed the bag back to her.

She had to admit, it did feel much better than lugging her heavy bag around. Plus, she wouldn't have been as fast as Lucius had been. She reciprocated a smile. "Thank you. Have a pleasant day, Lucius."

"Before I let you go…" He transfigured her goblet into a daisy. "I hope you have a pleasant day as well."

Andromeda let out a small sigh. As much as she hated when her suitors came up to her, there was a tiny feeling of entitlement that gave her a confidence she couldn't quite explain. It was embarrassing, yes; however, she was getting stuff out of it. No harm, no foul.

Thankfully, no one else came up to her while she ate and read her Defense Against the Dark Arts notes. She was proud of herself for being so ahead of schedule.

The Great Hall started getting crowded, as it was nearing prime time for breakfast. Most Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs arrived at this time, and made the entire Hall unbearable to study in. She tried making herself a silence barrier, a trick she learned from a Ravenclaw in Charms class, but she has not perfected the spell quite yet. Every sound was muffled but amplified so much that she decided the next quiet place would be the Library.

As she walked, she hoped that no Muggleborns were in the good spots this early in the day. It was a climb to get there, cutting into her study time. She quietly thanked Merlin for starting on her schedule earlier.

She arrived at the Library, panting slightly, and frowned. "Oh for the love of Merlin," she mumbled. The Library was completely busy with students. Every seat seemed to be filled; some students resorted to reading on ladders and high window sills. She ran to the edge of the Restricted Section, her favorite quiet place to study. To her disappointment, apparently it was everyone else's favorite quiet place to study.

There were seats, but why did they have to space each other out by one seat? She didn't want to be the one to break the pattern. Then again, she was a Black, a highly respected name in the Wizarding World! If she wanted a seat, she could just grab one, right?

She took a deep breath before she cleared her throat. All those in the small section looked up.

"Excuse me," she whispered, batting her eyes. Two Slytherin boys stood up immediately, and one Ravenclaw girl shoved over to give Andromeda space to sit. She smiled and took the Ravenclaw girl's option, making the two Slytherin boys awkwardly sit back down.

"Thanks," Andromeda whispered to the Ravenclaw girl.

"Oh, no problem at all," the Ravenclaw said.

There were a couple moments of silence, then the Ravenclaw started trying to make conversation with her. Andromeda stared at her notes, reading one line over and over again, but retaining nothing. She could only pay attention to the Ravenclaw talking about how she was invited into the Slug Club this year.

"…It's always an honor when Slughorn picks up Purebloods for his club. He knows good investments when he sees it, that's for sure."

"I guess so," she tried contributing politely, but she wanted nothing more than to find a way out of this mess. As the Ravenclaw continued going on about her family, Andromeda shifted her gaze around to the girl's station. Undetected by anyone, she flourished her wand to spill ink all over the girl's parchment. The Ravenclaw immediately stood up and out of the way of the ink.

"My essay!" she cried.

"Oh, no," Andromeda feigned concern. "Here, let me help." She held up her wand, but the Ravenclaw shooed her away.

"It's alright," she said, tearing up. "It wasn't your fault. I wasn't paying attention is all." She sniffled, gathering her belongings. "I can start over. I was only 4 feet into my 5 feet parchment essay. Well, nice talking to you."

Andromeda felt bad as she watched the poor girl run out of their section, making a trail of ink behind her. Then again, now she could get some peace and quiet.

It was almost noon, so she decided to start on her Transfiguration notes. Transfiguration was her worst subject, but she blamed the teaching style. Professor McGonagall was terribly biased and didn't accept anything less than perfect, and perfection just wasn't human. People made mistakes, it was only natural. But not to Professor McGonagall.

She had a good pace going, but then, "Ugh, there you are!" Narcissa's shrill whisper pierced the silence.

Andromeda grimaced as her sister approached. "What is it, Cissy?" she mumbled, not turning away from her book.

"Marjorie Fawley told me that she saw you and Lucius Malfoy together."

"And this is imperative to discuss because…?"

"Details!" Narcissa said rather loudly for a dark, quiet section in the Library.

Andromeda noticed people staring, but not in the way she expected. On the contrary, they all leaned in slightly, listening in for an ounce of the amazing life the Black sisters had. Andromeda couldn't stand the constant invasion of privacy while Narcissa thrived in it. "There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened," she replied quickly. "Now, I'm very busy."

"Reading?" Narcissa scoffed. "You know we don't need this when we get out of here, right?"

Embarrassed, Andromeda put her books in her bag. "I don't think we should discuss this here."

Narcissa followed her out. "But you have to let me know who you pick so I don't pick that person," she said. She rested her arm in Andromeda's and leaned in to talk in her ear. "And Lucius Malfoy is a really great pick."

"I didn't pick Lucius Malfoy."

"Well then, who did you pick?"

"No one." Andromeda took her arm back. "I'll see you at dinner." And she stormed away.

She looked at the time and realized that she was cutting it close to her Herbology time. She walked outside, and looked up at the sky. The sun wouldn't be out for very long, so she had to get to the Greenhouses before the predicted thunderstorm this afternoon.

Okay, Transfiguration can wait. She headed for the Greenhouses, praying that the sun wouldn't leave for another hour. She had to finish her research on her fanged geranium before the next week. Just as she reached the Transfiguration Courtyard, she felt droplets of rain on her head.

"No," she muttered desperately, speeding up her stride. With her bag shielding her from the impending storm, she finally reached the Greenhouses. She quickly shut the door and took a relaxing breath as she located her project. She wasn't expecting to be the only one there, but she also wasn't prepared to see Edward Tonks working on his own plant.

His back was turned, so he didn't witness her sliding out of the Fifth Year Greenhouse entrance. She took many deep breaths. Of all of the days to see him! She was eventually going to talk to him, but she couldn't figure out a good time. It's been weeks since they've spoken, let alone been in the same room.

Andromeda quickly weighed her options… If she just waited until tomorrow to check on her plant, then everything would be okay. She could finish her Transfiguration anyway. It was fate. It had to be.

She was shaken out of her own thoughts when a crash of thunder hit above them, which made them both jump. The thunder turned him around and her out of the shadows.

They stared at each other for a moment. She didn't know what to say first… Hello? I'm sorry? It's not your fault that your Muggleborn? It's not my fault that I think so little of Muggleborns?

What was she kidding; none of it seemed right!

"I- was just- my- plant," she stammered, pointing at the huge fanged geranium in the corner.

He stared dumbfounded at her as she timidly walked across the room.

And that was that.

They worked in silence for a long time, backs to each other, a few feet and a table away. The only sound came from the rain hitting the glass from above. All day, she wished for someplace quiet. But now, she wished for anything but silence. She tried to say something, but she didn't know what. No matter what, she'd sound like a hypocrite.

"That's a decent sized fanged geranium," he croaked.

His crisp voice made her face go completely warm, and she hated it. "Thanks," she squeaked back. Moments passed until she could contribute, "Spell-A-Gro."

"Pardon?"

"I used Spell-A-Gro Fertilizer."

"Good choice."

She smiled because she knew he was smiling too, just from the sound of his voice.

"If you want to get a bit daring," he said a little louder than before. "I could show you how to enhance your fertilizer to 18 percent better than the leading Spell-A-Gro."

"It might help my grade," she pondered out loud, stifling another smile.

She heard him walking around the table and nearing her. He stopped at her side. Neither of them dared to look at each other.

Ted held up a vial of purple glittering liquid. She could have sworn she caught him looking at her through the small container. But that meant she was also looking.

"I made this about a week ago," he said, shaking it up. "It was meant to be just your roundabout Spell-A-Gro knockoff, but I think I put in a little too much dill weed." He took the stopper off with his teeth. "In all honesty, I knocked the dill weed in by accident." He poured the liquid over the fanged geranium, and chuckled, "Happy accident, I suppose."

Andromeda's plant started to sprout more leaves right before their eyes. "Impressive," she commented. "Maybe you could go on selling this stuff for a living."

Ted accidently dropped the vial on the floor. Both of them went to go grab it, forcing them to finally look directly at each other. There was so much conflict in Andromeda; she's never felt this way about any of the suitors she knew she had to choose from. There was something easy about Ted… something right. And yet, there was something obviously wrong with her feelings for him. She couldn't fancy him. She just couldn't.

And yet…

"Yeah," he said, giving a small smile. "Maybe."

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Of Coffees in Summer ( COLE X READER)

REQUEST: @desicookie - Hey Can you write an imagine where the reader works at a coffee shop, near the riverdale shooting destination and cole comes their frequently. Because he loves seeing the reader, also something where the reader loves talking to cole whenever he comes?

A/N: Basically what @desicookie requested, with a little more add-ons. I’ve also mentioned about the recent clash between Cole and the street musician in the story because I'm a daredevil ;) jk.. Just felt like it. ALSO a Harry Styles’ concert to spice things up a bit ! :)Hope you like it x Requests are still open.

Working at the coffee shop for 4 hours every weekday wasn’t quite how you planned your summer. Ever since Sumer break commenced, you’ve been working here at the coffee shop. Your summer goal was to earn enough money to buy tickets for the upcoming Harry Styles concert. The tickets go on sale in just two weeks and you’re busting your ass to buy the tickets. Your dad already agreed to pay half of it but since it’s VIP seats you’re seeking, you’re still in need of a lot of money.

“(Y/n), there he comes again,” your co-worker/friend Cara whispers into your ear.

Triing, in walks Cole Sprouse. Yeap, ½ of the famous Sprouse twins. He has been coming here for quite a while now ever since his show Riverdale got the permit to shoot some few episodes just few blocks away from the coffee shop.

Since it’s a really small secluded neighbourhood, no one has ever noticed him or approached him so far in the coffee shop. Maybe that’s why he likes coming here.

Sure, when he first came to the coffee shop, which was 3 days back, you and Cara couldn’t stop fangirling like 12 year olds but Greg, your boss, told you that if you couldn’t keep it together he would have to fire both you and Cara. Ever since then, you and Cara have been keeping your cool.

Today Cole looked even more frustrated than usual. He had a very angry look on his face when he walked in. He took the seat near the counter, he seems to have a lot on his mind. Neither you nor Cara want to approach him since he does look quite aggravated.

“It’s your turn today,” she pushes you.

You roll back, “No, no, I can’t take his order, look at his face!”

“(Y/N), you just have to-“ she pushes you really far and really close to Cole Sprouse. Ugh, she is so dead.

“Um, everything okay?” you try to ease the tension,

He looks up at you with a stone-cold face.

Scared, you immediately utter, ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll come to take your order later-“

He sighs,”Uh, I’m sorry,” He rubs his eyes,”I just have a lot on my mind,”

Okay.. you don’t know what to respond since this is your first actual conversation with Cole, other than him ordering an Americano every other day.

“Do you know the musician singing outside?” he point towards a certain lady with a guitar on the street.

You’ve seen her before but you don’t really know her.

You shake your head in response for a ‘no’.

“Nevermind. So anyway, she won’t stop playing her music and now we can’t shoot even a single scene because she won’t budge. We’ve already got the permit to shoot here but she-“

Cole trails off as he notices the blank look on your face since you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.

He snickers,”My goodness, you have no idea what I’m talking about”

You’re embarrassed,”I’m sorry. Just here to take your order,”

Cole smiles,”Oh about that, I’ll an Irish coffee today,”

Hmmm, interesting choice.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions

“No, why?”

“I saw your face change when I said Irish coffee”

You snicker, ”Ah, sorry. It’s just that you’ve only ordered Americano so far. I thought you-“

“Wait, you’ve taken my orders before?”

You nod,”Yeap,”

He looks really surprised,”Since when?”

“Since three days back, I’ve taken two orders so far, excluding this one…not that I’ve been counting,” you trail off.

He chuckles,”Interesing. Why have’t I noticed you before?”

You quietly bring yourself closer to his ears and whisper,”I forgot to wear my invisbilty cloak today”

Cole laughs in response, “Good one,”

“One Irish Coffee coming right up,” you smile and take your leave.

“Wait,….” He must’ve realized only now that he hasn’t asked your name yet.

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n),”

“So tell me, Miss (Y/n), is the Irish coffee any good?”

“Um, I’ve never tried it actually,”

“Ah! Good because you’re trying one now with me,”

“I possibly c-can’t..” you stutter, I mean, C’mon Cole Sprouse just asked you to have coffee with him.

“Of course she can!” Cara peeks in from behind taking off your apron,”I’ll cover. You’re welcome,” She smiles sweetly at Cole and leaves.

Cara, I swear.

Cole chuckles,”You can sit,”

You take the sit across him nervously.

“So, you like working here?” Cole attempts to start a conversation.

You sigh and roll your eyes, ”Don’t even get me started! I’m only doing this because I really want to go to this Harry Styles concert which is due in only few weeks. You know Harry Styles, right? The gorgeous curly haired lad from One Direction. Oh my gosh, I’ve never been to any One direction concert, ever. So when I heard that Harry was going to do a concert in this little town I was like ‘Oh my gosh, if I don’t-“

Cara intervenes with two cups of Irish coffee.

“Thanks,Cara” you take a huge sip of the coffee,”Anyway,as I was saying…”

You pause yourself because you’re not sure if Cole is even listening anymore. You wish you had some control over that mouth of yours but c’mon, when it’s Harry Styles, your mouth runs as fast as a bullet train.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I-I-I’m sorry, I thought I was boring you,” you take another sip,”Gosh, I do talk so much, don’t I?”

Cole laughs. He then rests his head on his hand as he smiles brightly and says, “Go on, I like listening to you,”

“Yay,” you clap your hands, before excitedly taking Cole Sprouse on your fangirl journey .

Two irish coffee and few hours later, Cole had to leave. He was more humble than you thought he would be. You spent the entire evening talking to him about Harry Styles while he filled you in about the commotion with the musician earlier.

You walked him out of the coffee shop.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you around then,” Cole grins before leaving.

“Guess so,”

Ever since that blissful evening where you and Cole bonded over Harry Styles, he started coming more often. Sometimes, even twice a day!

Cara was kind enough to cover for you whenever he came over so that you could have some alone time with Cole.

Some days, he would tell you stories about the set while you tell him about your best friends. Other days, you would just sit in a comfortable silence while he goes through his scripts and you work on the accounts.

Soon, awkward goodnight waves turned into goodnight hugs. Cole was such an easy person to get along with, he was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.

Cole’s schedule kept getting more hectic as days went by but he always made sure to stop by at the coffee shop. Sometimes he’d come in as late as 8pm! But since you lived quite nearby and you knew he would come, you always stayed open for him.

Tonight was just as ordinary as any other night. Cole dropped in tonight as well. You talked about your high school while Cole shared his love for animals!

It’s always a sad song when he has to leave. You’re not sure since when you developed such a liking for Cole and his coffee but anyway-

“Goodnight, (y/n)” Cole smiled, pulling you in for a hug . Before breaking the hug, he placed a small peck on your cheek.

A small peck. An infintesmally small peck but a peck nevertheless.

He chuckled at how red you turned at his sudden gesture.

“Haha, see you tomorrow, shy girl” he teased.

You roll your eyes,”Don’t call me that! Goodnight,”

You get inside the coffee shop to get ready to close down.

“I see things are escalating,”

“Oh my gosh, Cara, you scared me! Thought you left,” you gasp.

“Uf, don’t try to change the subject,”

You blush,” It’s nothing. He’s out of my league, he’ll never like a commoner like me. Besides, I’ve been reading a lot about his relationship with Lili Reinhart. So yeah,” you sigh as you face the harsh truth.

Cara scoffs,”I don’t know what you’re talking about but I know what I see. Anyways, the concert is tomorrow right?”

You sigh even more,”I didn’t even come close to the ticket price! I’ll never get to see Harry Styles. Forget about Cole liking me, I’m never going to see Harry!”

Cara places a comforting hand over your shoulder, ”Aww c’mon babygirl! Let me make you my special milkshake for you to take home,”

You decide to call in sick at work because today is Harry Styles’ concert, almost ALL of your friends are going to see him while you’re not. You had been dreaming about this day all summer and now it’s finally here but you can’t even go; IT’S SOUL-CRUSHING. You just wanna stay in bed all day and not talk to anybody. You don’t even wanna use your phone because all you see are pictures of your friends with their concert tickets and merch! Annoying.

BUZZ, You feel your phone vibrate from underneath your pillow.

You groan as you check the caller id: Cole

Shocked at the sight of his name, you quickly answer,”Hello?”

“Where are you and why haven’t you answered any of my texts?” he asks, sounding a little frustrated.

“Your texts..?” you check your inbox to find four messages from Cole

7:00am

Where are you? Already got my morning coffee. See you later!

8:49am

Why haven’t you come yet?

9:00am

U COMING?

9:04am

(Y/n)?

“Oh my gosh,” you quickly apologize,”I’m so sorry, my phone was on silent, I-“

“Nevermind, get dressed. I’m picking you up in 10,”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“You’ll see . Don’t worry, Cara’s joining us too,”

“OHMYGOSHYOUDIDNT,” you yelp in excitement as you quickly run over to Cole and give him the biggest, tightest hug ever.

He just parked outside the stadium and handed you VIP tickets for Harry Styles’ concert. He got one for Cara too since ‘she was always kind enough to cover your shift so that you and him could have a cup of coffee together,’

“Oh my gosh, Cole, I can’t believe… I don’t know how to..” you wipe your accidental happy tears.

“Ah, thank Cara. She was the one who reminded me of the concert! I’m sorry, I completely forgot about it,”

“Well, we’re here now, let’s go!” Cara excitedly exclaims.

“Let’s go,” Cole smiles brightly as he offers his hand.

You haven’t felt this happy in a very long time. When Cole first walked into the Coffee Shop with a bunch of scripts in his hand, you had no idea that you would be holding that same hand as you run over to see your favourite singer perform. Sure, you had seen him on TV but you never really felt anything.

He was just the guy from Riverdale. But now he has his arms around you while you watch in awe as Harry sings ‘Only Angel” .

The concert, so far, is going so well. Some fans recognized Cole but he kindly requested them to give you guys some space, promising them that he would take pictures with them after the concert.

Suddenly, everybody yelp in surprise and in awe as Harry sings ‘Summer Love’ alone. It’s one of the songs from One Direction’s second album. Hearing him sing it alone was sad and beautiful at the same time.

The screaming and the screeching stopped as everybody put their hands up in rhythm with the song.

“I was hoping that he would sing this one,” Cole exclaims.

You snicker, ”And why is that?”. You never took him for a Directioner.

“So that I could do this,” he immediately pulls you in for a deep kiss.

His hand linger at the back of your head as he kisses you smoothly while Harry sings the chorus.

The guy you’ve been crushing on the entire summer is kissing you while your favourite singer sings one of your favourite songs in the background, LIVE.

Did you just die and go to heaven? Because you swear, you felt like your soul had left your body.

There are thousands of people surrounding the two of you. Many must’ve been taking pictures but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because Cole didn’t.

Cole had the biggest grin on his face after he broke the kiss. You were still very amazed at the stunt he just pulled, ” Whoa, Cole, since when did you-“

“Since the day I heard you talk about Harry Styles. I instantly knew I wanted someone to talk about me like that with that same light and love in your eyes,”

You gush. He pushes your hair at the back of your ear, “I see it, (Y/n). I see the same light every time you tell me about your friends, about your favourite poet and I want to be a part of that. I want to be a part of all the things that keep you happy,”

“You have no idea,” and with that, you pull him for another kiss while Harry still continues to sing Summer Love.

The famous 25 year old heartthrob with the greasiest hair and the stinkiest crown beanie but the most beautiful pair of bluish-green eyes and the best smile was your Summer Love.

With summer coming to an end, you have your classes to attend and Cole has his hectic schedule to take care of, but right now, none of it matters. Because as you kissed, you knew in your heart, that no matter what Autumn may bring, you and Cole were going to be okay.

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