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petri808 · 2 years

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Tianshan Fan fic I just whipped up cause I'm bored. NSFW

“The customers loved that meat stew you created Guan Shan. Let’s add that to the menu from now on.”

“Really? Wow thank you so much.”

“You did a good job. Get some rest, see ya tomorrow.”

“Thank you again sir.”

Guan Shan finishes cleaning up the kitchen and heads home for the night. He’s had this job as a cook for about six months now since graduating high school. It isn’t the first time the owner complimented his cooking, but it always caught him off guard. He still isn’t used to such positive feedback.

‘That was the stew I made for Tian the first time I cooked for him.’ Tian… It’s been about three years now since his brother He Cheng sent him to a boarding school far away. They’d lost touch. Guan Shan sighs and looks up to the sky. ‘Wonder what he’s been up to?’

‘Little Mo.’

Guan Shan whips around looking for the voice, but there’s no one there. He sighs again, because its just in his head. He misses Tian. They all do.

Back at home with his mom, Guan Shan showers and settles on his bed. He’s still living there to help her with the bills. Would Tian be proud of him? Before leaving, Tian made him promise three things— graduate from school, stay out of trouble, and wait for him. So far, he’s abided by the promise. Graduated in the middle of the class. With She Li gone, staying out of trouble was easy, plus he had Yi and Xi around too. But the waiting… that is getting difficult.

‘Best not to think about him too much.’ Guan Shan reminds himself. Because it hurt to do so.

He couldn’t pinpoint when or why he’d developed feelings for Tian, but he’d stopped denying it a long time ago. At first it made him feel so weak… But eventually it didn’t matter. Guan Shan closes his eyes and lets out a long exhale. Tian… if he thought hard about it, he could still feel his touch and the warmth of his arms around him. Unconsciously touching his lips, the memory of their first real kiss came flooding back. He’d been weak, broken and battered by She Li, yet Tian held and kissed him. Why did this guy care so much about him? It was the first time Guan Shan had felt real love. Whatever had been brewing between them up till that point solidified into more than just a friendship.

The next morning there’s a knock on the door. Guan Shan answers it since his mom isn’t home.

“Hey, Little Mo.”

Guan Shan’s eyes light up. “Tian?” He immediately hugs the man tight. “You’re finally back?”

He embraces Guan Shan in kind, then pulls back to covet his lips. “I’ve missed you Mo.”

“I’ve missed you too ya bastard. What took you so long?”

They go inside and settle at the dining table.

“The school was strict,” He explaines, “and didn’t let us contact anyone unless it was family. I hated it, but my brother promised if I got top marks, he’d let me come back, so that’s what I did.”

“But you still didn’t come right after graduation.”

“I had to solidify my place in the organization.” He caresses Guan Shan’s cheek. “So, I’d be able to take care of my husband.”

Guan Shan’s eyes widens. “You still talking that stuff?”

He holds up his left hand to show the cheap store ring from long ago. “I never take it off. And I have kept an eye on you over the years through my brother. Like I know the restaurant you work at, and you kept your promises.”

“Tch,” Guan Shan’s cheeks flush. “I didn’t wanna get beat up if you did come back.”

“If?” He’s eyebrow twitches. “You doubted me?”

“No! No!” Guan Shan swipes at the air. “I didn’t!”

“Tch, better not have.” He teases and kisses Guan Shan again. “Get dressed, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“But I work in a couple hours…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘cause you own the place now.”

“Come again? Did I hear that correctly?!”

“Surprise number one. I bought the restaurant for you and your mom.”

“But—”

“But nothing, get dressed so I can show you, my surprise.”

As Guan Shan got ready, he continues to talk. “Tian, this is crazy. I don’t know how to run a restaurant, but more so, you just got back and you’re doing these grand things, and—”

He clasps Guan Shan’s cheeks. “Your mom is already at the restaurant. I got in touch with her a week ago about everything and asked to marry you. Now I’ve got one more thing to show you.”

This is crazy. Is all Guan Shan could think on the drive to wherever they’re going. Who the hell just gifts someone a restaurant?! Scratch that. How did Tian pull off buying a restaurant?! Exactly what is his job in the organization now to afford so much? Which Guan Shan assumed he meant Jian’s dad’s gang. ‘I’m dating a triad member.’ That is surreal in and of itself.

“We’re here,” He squeezes Guan Shan’s hand.

Guan Shan looks around. “Your family’s land?” He recognizes the area.

He points to the west. “My brother’s house is over there. This is our home.” He caresses Guan Shan’s cheek. “Your new home.”

“Are you serious…” Guan Shan breathes out, too shocked to say more.

In that moment, He drops to one knee and holds up a box. “Marry me.”

Guan Shan stares at the ring that resembles the one Tian is wearing, except this one is real! Emeralds shaped into a star as the center stone, flanked by rubies along the band. “Tian…” his eyes tear as they crinkle into a smile. “Fucker, ‘course I’ll marry ya.”

He slips the ring onto Guan Shan’s ring finger with a kiss. He then takes out another ring not as opulent but with emeralds and rubies in the band, slipping it onto his own finger next to the cheap one. “Shall we go inside now?”

“Yeah,” Guan Shan wipes away the few tears that trickle down his cheek.

As He shows Guan Shan around their new home, he also explains that he bought his mom a new apartment near the restaurant. Their home is almost as massive as He Cheng’s. It has 4 bedrooms consisting of a master and 3 guests. Each bedroom has its own bathroom, but the master also has a walk-in closet. Aside from those, there’s the kitchen, dining room, a den, an office, and a patio. The backyard is a Zen style garden. Finally, there are three maids, a cook, a driver, and a gardener on staff.

As they stand inside the master bedroom. “Told ya I’d take good care of you,” He caresses Guan Shan’s cheek, then lifts his chin to kiss him. “You can still work at the restaurant, or you can just be my arm candy. It’s up to you.”

“This is all surreal…” Guan Shan murmurs.

“But still very much real.”

He yanks Guan Shan’s shirt off then his own, tossing them aside. Between kisses, the pants are next to go, pooling at their feet leaving them just in underwear. He goes in for a deeper, needier kiss, nibbling at Guan Shan’s lower lip and slipping his tongue through its parting. Their tongues dance to a slow rhythm as Guan Shan threads his fingers through He’s hair. He slowly backs Guan Shan to the bed where they fall onto it with, He on top controlling.

“I’m gonna make love to you little Mo,” He murmurs as he nibbles kisses along Guan Shan’s neck. “Are you ready for it?”

“No.”

“Are you scared?”

“Nervous.”

“Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll get you prepped and make you feel good.”

Guan Shan kicks his underwear off, but is too embarrassed to look at He, so he covers his blushing face. That makes He chuckle and only fuels the kisses he’s placing along Guan Shan’s body. Chaste kisses and nibbles, He teases the nipples and leaves marks in his wake, placing gentle care over any scars. Down he travels over the taut abs and amongst the reddish happy trail leading to Guan Shan’s erection.

He grabs a condom and lube from the nightstand, slipping the condom over two of his fingers. He then drizzles lube over Guan Shan. Once he’s ready, He goes down.

“Oh, fuck!” Guan Shan grits his teeth as He clamps his mouth over his cock. “T-Tian!!”

“Das wite, ca my name.” He mumbles, grinning at his red-faced conquest as he sucks roughly, licking and toying with the shaft.

Now that He’s sent the man’s attention elsewhere, He slides his gloved fingers into Guan Shan’s hole, slowly scissoring and curling them as he continues pleasuring his cock.

“T-That hurts a little…”

“I’ll go slower.”

“But fuck it does feel good.”

That’s what He wants to hear. Over and over, he slides, scissors, curls looking for sweet spots and noting any that triggers Guan Shan to react. Soon enough, he builds to three fingers. All the while sucking off his lover.

“Slow down,” Guan Shan whines. “I’m gonna cum.”

But that only makes He speed up, pumping his fingers and adding his hand to stroke his lover’s shaft. Seeing the blithering mess before him has He in heaven.

“Tian… slow…”

“Cum for me Little Mo.” He purrs.

“Fuck!” Guan Shan’s back arches as his end splatters his chest. He drops onto the bed breathing heavily. “Fuck…”

He leans over and kisses Guan Shan softly as he tosses the condom. He then removes his boxers. “I’ll go slow, so tell me if it hurts.”

Guan Shan nods and closes his eyes to steel himself against what comes next. While he’s excited, he’s also nervous to have sex for the first time.

A new condom is rolled on along with extra lube applied. He then settles himself between Guan Shan’s thighs and lines up. As soon as He presses the tip to the hole, his lover tenses and hooks his legs around his waist. Inch by inch He pushes his cock into Guan Shan, each time watching and waiting to give the man time to adjust. “Relax baby, it’s easier if you relax.”

“Then kiss me,” Guan Shan grumbles.

So, He obliges and leans over to kiss his lover. The position shifts their hips and pushes his cock the last couple inches inside causing Guan Shan to whimper.

“I’m in baby,” He kisses Guan Shan repeatedly. “You feel so amazing Little Mo.” He stays seated for a few minutes allowing his lover to adjust to his girth. “Can I move now?”

Guan Shan nods and He can’t help his heart skipping a beat. The man looks so handsome below him, glistening with sweat all flushed and heady. His cock twitches in delight. “Fuck I love you so much Momo.” He clasps the man’s cheeks and kisses him again.

“Love you too, fucker.”

He’s eyes flash with excitement. It’s the first time Guan Shan has returned the sentiment. Lying prone, He kisses the man again as he rocks his hips in a controlled undulation. In and out He moves, milking the wondrous mewls and whimpers coming from his lover, to blend with his grunts and moans. Fuck, “Mo you feel so damn good!” ‘I won’t last much longer.’

The friction of their bodies rubbing against Guan Shan’s cock is overstimulating it again. He groans and arches against He’s frame, wrapping his arms around and digging his fingers into the man’s back.

“Tian…” Guan Shan moans. “I’m gonna cum again…”

“Wait… for me…” He picks up the pace. “I’m almost there— Mo!” He grits his teeth as the first pulse hits him. It doesn’t help that Guan Shan tightens up as he cums too, squeezing He’s cock of all it holds.

He pulls out and rolls over, stripping the condom off and dropping it alongside the bed. “Damn Little Mo, you’re even better than I fantasized.”

“I thought you’d be rougher.”

“Do you want me to be rougher?”

“Maybe sometimes— don’t get that glint in your eye Tian!”

He rolls onto Guan Shan and starts tickling him. “Glint? What glint? I’m an innocent good boy.”

“Innocent my ass!” Guan Shan squeals and laughs. “Stop it! Stop! We’re all sticky and sweaty!”

He rolls them over till Guan Shan is on top. He smiles and kisses his lover and pats his butt. “Are you okay though? Does it hurt?”

“A little, but not too bad.”

“Good.” He kisses him again then moves them into sitting positions. “We should get cleaned up and head out. I’m sure you’d like to talk to your mom and check on the restaurant.”

“I do, but Tian… what do you do for the Triad to afford all this?”

“You really want to know?”

“I don’t want secrets between us.”

“I’ll explain everything later tonight. For now, I just want to enjoy our reunion.”

Guan Shan smiles in thought. “I kinda feel like Ye Xian.”

That makes He laugh. “Does that make me the King of To'Han.”

“Shut up!” Guan Shan slaps He’s chest. “I’m being serious! I’m just some poor guy who’s swept of their feet by a rich Triad member. It’s like a fairytale.”

He sweeps Guan Shan into his lap, kisses him, and rests their foreheads together. “Well, it just means dreams can come true.”

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punkscowardschampions · 9 months

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Tancy

Teddy: [Coming at you in response to your party post, don’t mind me]

Teddy: Is it private or can anyone join?? 🤔

Nancy: Private parties are only fun when the exclusionary nature is purposeful, cutting and I’m the one making the call

Nancy: I don’t think you’ve given me any reason to axe you from the guest list this time… have you?

Teddy: As your sister’s unlikely to be on it, no

Nancy: How delightful, you’ve had a lover’s tiff

Nancy: You got it in one, obviously my darling sister wouldn’t step foot in here unless to chastise me for something

Teddy: The domestics MUST be catching similar to the boredom

Nancy: Half my friends are finally finished with their boring essays and exams, the rest are frantically rushing to meet an extended deadline they BEGGED for, numbers and fun are way down still

Nancy: Who’s domestic, do tell

Teddy: Oh how relatable & dull

Teddy: I was on holiday with the family but J’s wife’s hormones sent us all packing

Nancy: Tragic, isn’t it

Nancy: Nothing a party can’t solve

Nancy: Ah, Chlo, I saw her mother just the other day in [some boujee shop like even better than Waitrose lol], did let slip how massive she’s gotten, after some prompting

Teddy: It’s despicable, no wonder he’s cheating, again

Teddy: still, you expose it & you’re unfairly shot as messenger

Nancy: Did he ever stop?

Nancy: How mortifying of her to make such a fuss

Nancy: Gutted you got to be the bearer of bad news though

Teddy: Allegedly this brat was announced & he made a disgusting pledge, but I have 0 proof of that other than knowing my brother is that whipped for fatherhood

Nancy: It worked the first time… far as party tricks, she probably wants to work on some new ones but hey

Nancy: Makes sense why you’re so bored too, if you should be somewhere sunning yourself instead

Teddy: It clearly isn’t broke, more’s the pity when they need to do us all a huge favour & stop reproducing

Teddy: heir & spare is redundant if you get yourself stricken from daddy dearest’s will

Nancy: I don’t know, your brother could unload his DNA into me any time he liked

Nancy: She really should do the sensible thing and stop it before it starts growing organs or whatever, she’s hardly maternal, what’s the point

Teddy: I’ll pass that along with your regards, darling

Nancy: Wonderful

Nancy: Who do you plan on bringing or are you coming solo?

Teddy: Who would you like me to bring, aside from J who is otherwise engaged, heartbreakingly?

Nancy: I am devastated

Nancy: Anyone, truly, I just can’t stand being alone

Nancy: [do list some other people around his age that you can think of]

Teddy: Fantastic

Nancy: Oh, and your fit friend

Nancy: I’ve forgotten his name

Teddy: I’m going to need slightly more description, Nance

Nancy: I’m stalking your followers list, hold on

Nancy: did you know your bio has been changed or?

Teddy: Do you want to [a lewd af act] him or [an even more ridiculous one because depends how fit he is haha, but then he’ll be able to guess] him?

Teddy: I changed it, so yeah

Nancy: The second, obviously, I’m not a nun

Nancy: Okay, own it, I guess

Teddy: [a correct guess of who this friend is] will be there

Teddy: & of course, my sister was in the midst of trying to hate crime me

Nancy: Yay, my night has been saved, I owe you

Nancy: Conversion therapy would be more of a serve than rehab

Teddy: She can make the booking when she’s capable of taking cock which isn’t permanently soft, it reeks of her own gay panic

Nancy: I can see it, she is that kind of power lesbian stereotype, love that for her

Teddy: G dresses like one & Seb is such a boi name

Nancy: It would spice up what is set to be another dull marriage, I doubt you’re that lucky, sorry

Teddy: I’m absolutely not 💔

Nancy: You won’t be, I’ve sorted so much gear for tonight

Teddy: [namedropping a dealer we like]?

Nancy: He’s coming and [another one just for fun] they aren’t in like a turf war, I did check

Teddy: Well done

Nancy: I’d get kicked out of here if things got that street, can’t have that

Teddy: The shame, you’d have to relocate to [a postcode we’re shading]

Nancy: 😱💀 How dare you

Nancy: I’d sooner marry your sister’s limp-dick fiance before set foot in that neighbourhood

Teddy: Kindly do take him off her hands, if I have to sit across from him for another Sunday I may just start a turf war of my own

Nancy: Aw, baby gangster

Nancy: Has he no craic? Is it really all just 🤑? Yikes

Teddy: I’m sorry? Translation please, you went all THAT side of your family on me there

Nancy: Oh shut up, you know what it means, how much of a bore is he

Teddy: 100% naturally or I wouldn’t care

Nancy: Maybe you should shank him then

Nancy: at least THAT side of my family has the good grace to be entertaining

Teddy: Do they?

Nancy: You have no idea, darling

Teddy: I’m yet to be invited to one of those parties

Nancy: Count yourself lucky, with my sister, I’m sure you’ll never get that far

Teddy: I’m quite sure I’m over the chase

Nancy: 💔

Teddy: As you said, she isn’t forthcoming with her happy endings

Teddy: it’s becoming an epidemic

Nancy: Last I heard she was still fake gay anyway

Nancy: my family is far too dysfunctional for Sunday dinners though, it’s been a while

Teddy: You should catch up, there have been romantic developments

Nancy: Who with?

Teddy: TBC, officially

Nancy: Hmm

Nancy: If it’s just another closeted lesbian

Teddy: It’s definitely someone XY

Nancy: Careful, that sounds dangerously close to studying, and I refuse

Nancy: As long as it’s someone attractive this time, I may consider offering my sisterly advice and attention

Teddy: I’d expect no less, from you at least, darling

Nancy: It can hardly be worse, what can I do about my brother’s taste for incest?

Teddy: It always can, my siblings fucking each other would be preferable to the humiliating spouses they choose

Nancy: You’d feel left out

Teddy: Possibly, but Chlo & Seb could be left out, in the cold

Nancy: Story of her life, truly

Teddy: Gia would, she’s desperate for that piece of my father & they look plenty alike

Nancy: Too bad he went so, so boring in rehab

Nancy: not entirely convinced they didn’t perform some kind of lobotomy, he’d never go for it

Teddy: Hopefully they performed a vasectomy too, Chlo wouldn’t shut up about having one over on him when she thought he was finally going to leave her

Nancy: Did she now

Nancy: Well, you know how it was back then, don’t you

Teddy: The newest can’t be his, they don’t ever touch

Nancy: Maybe they never did, she’s always been quite the liar

Teddy: He wouldn’t remember, he’s the perfect cuck scapegoat

Nancy: Poor, poor James

Teddy: He enjoys it, he must

Nancy: maybe

Nancy: or she was determined someone from our group was going to be stuck with her, he was the unlucky one

Teddy: regardless, it gives him pity ammo to fire into his affairs so they feel suitably sorry for him

Nancy: Him leaving her mid-pregnancy would be too good

Teddy: Hence he won’t, ever the disappointment

Nancy: Not if you find out and spill what her final weapon is, that would definitely tank it all and you could enjoy the fireworks

Teddy: It’s that he’s not the father, obviously, nothing else would hit close to the same

Nancy: Do you think she’s lying?

Teddy: I don’t doubt she tells him they aren’t his brats a hundred times a day

Nancy: Right, not exactly trustworthy

Nancy: she can’t be so delusional that she thinks he’d care about any of her own pre-porker extramaritals though

Teddy: He didn’t do the cheek swabs when my father tried to lay down the law pre-wedding, he won’t have now either

Nancy: Duh, he doesn’t want to know he was actually tricked into wasting the best years of his life with her for nothing

Nancy: truth always outs though, whether you’re going to force it or not

Teddy: I’m off her godfather & confidante list for the moment, not forever

Nancy: You’ve got ‘til they return to think up a charming apology, the [whatever drugs you know he’s gonna go for] will help you get creative

Teddy: Precisely, it’ll be too easy

Nancy: that she is, nothing to be done about that, I’m afraid

Teddy: That truth has long been outed

Nancy: She did worse at school than me, that was really saying something, I don’t think I turned up for half of my exams

Teddy: & you’re horrifically disabled

Nancy: Who said that?

Teddy: [someone you’re dobbing in whether they actually said it or not, I’m sure they didn’t]

Nancy: They can get off the guestlist then

Teddy: Deserved, it’s SUCH a mean thing to say

Nancy: especially when they look like this [and a photo of this person gurning because we just keep unflattering photos for revenge] when they’re on it, no room to judge

Teddy: Ha ha

Nancy: I’m SO telling [their S/O] when they get here

Teddy: As you should, imagine waking up next to that for a minute longer than necessary

Nancy: The view from here is outstanding, on the other hand

Teddy: Truly

Nancy: You should invite [someone we know he’s in messy drama with, just for funsies, as much chaos as possible]

Teddy: You’re right, if I wasn’t jetlagged I’d have thought of that

Nancy: You poor, poor thing, you’ll have to stay up all weekend

Teddy: Keep me company & I won’t mind

Nancy: That’s the plan, isn’t it

Teddy: You’ve forgotten your plans with [fit friend]

Nancy: I haven’t

Teddy: Then you’re double booking yourself, darling

Nancy: I can multitask, not actually being disabled

Teddy: He’ll be devastated you intend to

Nancy: No one stays long enough to be devastated, that’s the only, if unspoken, rule

Teddy: You can be devastated, or devastate, in a second, that’s another

Nancy: Yes but I’m so nice, everyone knows that

Teddy: I don’t

Nancy: how rude

Teddy: It is, I have so very little intimate knowledge of you

Nancy: Best ask around, you’re far too young for anything but hearsay

Teddy: Age is just a number & not actually being disabled you shouldn’t struggle to count

Nancy: I’m aware

Nancy: your friend is 18 though, right?

Teddy: [lie that he isn’t even though he is because you don’t want her to sleep with him haha, not at all casually claiming this boy is underage when it’s you who is because we haven’t done your birthday yet]

Nancy: No way, he looks like he could deadlift me

Teddy: [not you also starting a rumour this boy is on steroids or something haha, we love to see it]

Nancy: Oh, great

Nancy: he’s going to ‘roid out and trash my place 🙄

Teddy: I’ll uninvite him, I haven’t invited him yet anyway

Nancy: Yeah, I can tell

Teddy: For the record, I could deadlift you too

Teddy: you can’t weigh more than [we’re being flattering, but also I imagine his unit of measurement is something hilarious and boujee instead of stone or pounds or anything normal]

Nancy: You’re so sweet

Teddy: I’m simply not registered blind, that’s all

Nancy: Invite your friend, there’s always room for one more

Nancy: I might upgrade if he does throw the TV out the window or something else cliche

Teddy: As you wish

Nancy: You can stay as long as you like

Teddy: I tend to

Nancy: When do the happy couple get back?

Teddy: [drop that date on her, probably something totally unpractical like late sunday night when Jay has school again on monday because Chlo booked it]

Nancy: I am long overdue a visit, will have to show my face, see how she is

Teddy: She’ll be ecstatic to see you again

Nancy: What can I bring a pregnant woman, I only know what she likes when she doesn’t have to care about a foetus

Teddy: Something she can eat? It’s apparently all she does judging by the size of her

Nancy: You would too if no one would fuck you and you can’t even drink about it, poor thing

Nancy: I’ll bring the booze, just in case she still needs it

Teddy: You’re all heart, Nancy

Nancy: I did tell you

Teddy: I have been known to need telling certain things multiple times

Nancy: That’s okay, it isn’t my reputation you’re interested in tanking

Teddy: Not tonight

Nancy: Good luck

Teddy: I don’t require luck, I have skill

Nancy: and you did admit to being severely lacking on that front

Teddy: As I’m lacking in irish blood

Nancy: Craic, tbd

Teddy: It has no business sounding like crack & therefore distracting me each & every time

Nancy: 😅 Soon, boy, soon

Teddy: What o’clock do you want me?

Nancy: When can you get here?

Teddy: As soon as you ask

Nancy: right answer

Teddy: So, what’s yours?

Nancy: now

Nancy: everyone else is letting me down and being so goddamn boring

Teddy: Okay

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: and if you see [describe a boy that is clearly your boyfriend lol] turn up, don’t tell him like, half the things I’ve said, or do, at least that’ll be entertaining

Teddy: I’ll consider both options equally carefully

Nancy: I need to myself, he’s being a prick

Teddy: How so?

Nancy: I wish it were in an exciting way, just acting like he NEEDS to pass whatever exam he has and that means he can’t come over

Teddy: Would you like me to ensure he fails?

Nancy: Go on

Teddy: You can pay to pass, it’ll also go the other way

Nancy: What would you want in return?

Teddy: What would make you think I want anything?

Nancy: I would

Teddy: Well, perhaps I’m only eager to show you what I’m capable of

Nancy: that would be worth your time, yes

Teddy: I’m aware of your worth

Nancy: Smooth

Nancy: as you’re being kind tonight, I’ll save you your money, he’s likely to fail however hard he revises

Nancy: too many rugby balls to the head

Teddy: [not this boy transferring her however much money he thinks it would have cost him]

Teddy: You take it, buy yourself whatever it was you mistakenly believe him capable of bringing to the table

Nancy: Why do you want me to be alone?

Teddy: I’m on my way

Nancy: I already asked, you didn’t have to do anything else

Teddy: It’s nothing

Nancy: Okay

Teddy: What are you going to spend the money on? Do tell

Nancy: You shouldn’t need three guesses

Nancy: What do you think he brings to the table, Teddy?

Teddy: [send a link to an expensive but also very extra sex toy as his guess because assuming that’s all this dude is good for obvs but we aren’t calling her vanilla or basic with it, unlike Chlo who is literally getting a shady one as her baby shower gift with a note like at least this won’t get you pregnant, again, haha because I’ve had that idea since we first realised he’d be going and a gift would be needed]

Nancy: [gotta be done haha, send him back some even more outrageous options, being wild about it, unclear whether you’re saying for you or for him]

Nancy: Thanks, sweetie 😘

Teddy: I have the [most outrageous one lol whether he really does or is lying] in pink

Teddy: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Nancy: Have to live up to your sister’s expectations

Teddy: [send a link to shade your sister and her life choices, god knows, saying your Christmas/bday gifting is done with it whichever comes first]

Nancy: [send a link to some erectile dysfunction aids]

Nancy: Couples gift 💝

Teddy: You’ve single-handedly saved Christmas

Nancy: You can invite me then, I can’t handle another Dublin Christmas

Teddy: The more the merrier

Nancy: when you’re not related to the more, yes

Teddy: What I mean is, you’re more than welcome

Nancy: When’s the wedding?

Teddy: She has no sense of urgency considering the blatant deadline, dead being the key word

Nancy: Rather, an engagement means absolutely nothing when it comes to the will

Teddy: It would serve her right

Nancy: I’ve had an idea

Nancy: maybe she’s waiting for someone to object and they haven’t yet 😬

Teddy: I have, strongly

Nancy: Yes, not you, obviously

Nancy: an old flame, the one that got away, that’s what I would do if I wanted a grand gesture

Teddy: Oh, that is an idea

Nancy: You should scope out the exes, see if she can actually be saved or it’s a lost cause and you have to see him every Sunday ‘til he croaks it

Teddy: [be stalking them and giving her updates/the tea as you find it just for fun even though I’m sure you don’t know about all her exes remotely]

Nancy: Love how there’s not ever six degrees of separation between any two people in this town

Teddy: Who do you know & who would you love to?

Nancy: [tell him which of these men you or your friends have hooked up with, whether it’s entirely factual or not idk, likewise spilling tea because by your standards I’m sure they’re all very boring]

Nancy: [one of ‘em] is really, really minted though, he’d be a better BiL

Teddy: It would ruin her whole pretence of being a self-made entrepreneur & unbothered by other people’s money, which alone is enough reason to go ahead

Nancy: Bless her heart 😂

Nancy: self-made isn’t an appropriate title for anyone in your family since like the 1600s

Teddy: Why let reality get in the way of a ‘good’ story? But I’m the fantasist, please

Nancy: People are hypocrites

Nancy: but you have a project now

Teddy: Like homework but rewarding

Nancy: Please, you’ll trigger me

Teddy: Come off it, all that was definitely too long ago for you to remember

Nancy: Cheek!

Teddy: I’m under no illusion you’re all grown up now

Nancy: Backatcha

Teddy: Hardly, but I’ll have you convinced

Nancy: Mhmm

Nancy: Door and bar is open regardless, you aren’t that much of a baby

Teddy: Not unless my mother’s a surprise addition to your guestlist

Nancy: Entertaining as that could prove to be

Nancy: I cannot be bothered getting in a fight with another middle-aged woman about her precious son

Teddy: Another?

Nancy: Have you had a serious girlfriend yet?

Nancy: It’s standard behaviour, truly

Teddy: No, but you’re really selling it

Nancy: Yeah, you’d LOVE the attention

Teddy: I’ll contemplate my options

Nancy: Point is, whoever she is, she won’t be good enough 💔

Teddy: A given, I’d be letting the poor girl know that

Nancy: 🙄😏

Nancy: You’re the worst

Teddy: It’s charitable, putting them in their place

Nancy: One for the UCAS apps, sure

Teddy: To be counted toward an extracurricular or work experience as well depending how hard they resist

Nancy: Do you doubt your abilities?

Teddy: I doubt her, whoever she may be

Nancy: Relationships are overrated but

Nancy: doesn’t stop everyone insisting on shacking up same time every year

Teddy: I refuse to believe a power struggle ever is, people are doing relationships wrong, unsurprisingly

Nancy: It’s never a struggle, men only submit when they’re in love, they won’t until then, no matter what you do

Teddy: No matter what you do, maybe

Nancy: Ha ha

Teddy: [send her some hilarious bondage links to make men submit, just for funsies but also we’re always flirting]

Nancy: That’s easy

Nancy: Actually cucking someone like your brother, or mine

Nancy: takes time and skill

Teddy: Most things do, you’re spoiling yourself with the instantaneous fun of [her drug of choice]

Nancy: Why deny myself?

Teddy: Because you’d be heartbroken to lose your edge

Nancy: Not going to happen

Teddy: Good, your ancestors didn’t die in some terrible famine or other for you to be an embarrassment

Nancy: What ancestors? Self-made actually applies, we don’t keep count of who came before

Teddy: I don’t know, the potato farmers or whoever

Nancy: Sounds like you know more about it than me

Teddy: Yes, I’ve regrettably set foot in a classroom recently, unlike some people

Nancy: Poor boy, it’s catching

Teddy: You’ll have to be the cure

Nancy: Looks like it, or you’re going to start talking about revision like everyone else

Nancy: hurry up

Teddy: How dare you, I’d NEVER speak of such things

Nancy: Tell me more about ancient history, Teddy, it’s SO fascinating

Teddy: [tell her about your own, the goss and the kiss and tells, ofc, because gotta be done]

Nancy: You are learning, in fairness, you’ve stopped talking about famine

Nancy: [someone(s) he’s just namedropped] is going to come through later

Teddy: Excuse me, I won’t stop mocking your poor relations or you, by extension

Teddy: Where would be the fun in that?

Nancy: I mean, feel free, I just think you expect me to be offended and I can’t deliver on that front

Teddy: Am I supposed to be offended [the person] is invited too?

Nancy: No, it may change your plans, was my thinking

Teddy: Share yours if you’re scheming

Nancy: It could be entertaining to give them a little extra in the drink they already can’t handle, see what they say and do

Teddy: Very

Nancy: Last party I saw them at they [just list whatever mortification this person went through that you found hilarious]

Teddy: [likewise drop whatever embarrassing stories you have, which I’m sure you were sworn to secrecy about but you care not]

Nancy: I want that but funnier, more

Teddy: I’ll make it happen for you

Nancy: That’ll be why you’re invited

Teddy: ONE of your reasons, sure

Nancy: What other motives could I possibly have?

Teddy: Time will tell, not me

Nancy: For once

Teddy: Would you prefer me to be a discrete bore? I think not

Nancy: You would be correct, your stories amuse me

Teddy: Which is, naturally, my sole motive

Nancy: You’re not doing charity work here, relax

Nancy: it’s obvious what your motives are

Teddy: No, you aren’t from beginnings THAT humble

Nancy: And you’re not here to put me in my place

Teddy: You’re already where I want you

Nancy: [namedrop this hotel like cheers to that]

Teddy: [show up like see, we’re both where we should be because now he’s alone with her there basically which is obvs what he wants]

Nancy: [me like some other people show up please lmao but clearly no one else was as eager to jump on your invite and SOS so of course he’s here first, just grin at him and gesture towards the massive bar that all those rooms has basically because I am sure you already have a drink and he should catch up]

Teddy: [do grab a drink and down it to catch up whether you have to make it or there’s fully a butler here lol, not you also doing this to show her you’re a man and not a baby, sir you are 15]

Nancy: [the poor staff, let them go, you having someone to make you drinks all day is a terrible idea, at what point do they cut you off? Never, is probably the answer there, yikes; pat the seat beside you like come sit, come catch up, even though he is but 15 and you should not concern yourself with any of this]

Teddy: [the way he’s deliberately almost sitting on her hand to do the absolute most immediately whilst looking so angelic and like butter wouldn’t melt, never change, raise your new glass you’ve brought over to do a toast, literally saying ‘to you, and the end of your boredom’ before taking a drink because we love to be dramatic and amusing always]

Nancy: [kicking some distance back between y’all as if to free your hand but in an entirely playful and amused way, meeting his glass with your own and a look like god I hope so, resting your feet on him after this kicking because comfortable and must dramatically lounge to express your boredom adequately here]

Teddy: [you’ve likewise gotta lounge like a sir Charles cat boy as per, no notes, downing this second drink too but not getting up immediately to get another like you should because so comfortable, picking up her foot purely like he’s checking out her choice of footwear if she’s wearing shoes or commenting on the lack thereof if she isn’t]

Nancy: [you’re probably barefoot as well as not properly party dressed because an impromptu affair and not cool to try hard, though you can groan like he has just reminded you you probably want to change slightly because he has and you have not considered this yet because priorities, kicking him again like how rude lol]

Teddy: [gesturing like should I take mine off as if this is her house and thus a house rule but with a smirk because you’ve been here enough times to know there are no rules and you’re just trying to put the idea of undressing into her mind]

Nancy: [checking out whatever expensive shoes he has on approvingly, nodding ‘sure, I can sell them and escape my humble origins’ going to take his shoes off like lol, so bants, won’t end up in a playfight]

Teddy: [me knowing in my heart that his outfit is hideous because it is expensive and he dresses badly but knowing she’d like it because their tastes are clearly similar, we can’t even talk about this playfight that is ensuing and how quickly it would escalate because he can and will fully lift her off this sofa and be holding her like I told you I could deadlift you, as if that’s the only reason]

Nancy: [it isn’t a vibe but it’s expensive and that’s all that matters obviously, we don’t need to like it to know you two will, hence pulling whatever shirt he has on over his face is purely a distraction and way for you to escape, nothing else]

Teddy: [the LOL from within this shirt prison, icon vibes tbh, as is the way he’s reaching for her throat in such an OTT way like it’s just oh I’m so mad and am gonna throttle you sibling type bants instead of the hot move it actually is, god bless, and the EYE CONTACT when he’s out of this shirt doing that, also iconic, such a LOOK]

Nancy: [doing a dramatic frown so the noise you make seems more outraged in this playfight way than shocked in any real one, shaking your head like you’re getting hair out of your eyes and not as the most feeble attempt to get his hand away ever, giving his face a lil tap like a cat when it does the very slow one before going in]

Teddy: [my boo says skippidy paps and she’s so right for that, using his other hand to move her hair for her, again as if she genuinely needs that, so gently in contrast, and slowly, as his hand more deliberately tightens around her throat for a beat because we’re testing the waters of how much she’ll actually let us do here]

Nancy: [exactly dr phil, we’re not going off but gotta let you know we’re ready to at any moment lol, still, for right now, are we getting you off us, no, not a pussy, just here trying to push you onto your back to likewise see if we can]

Teddy: [let her push you purely so you fall back onto this sofa and can recline even more lavishly and indecently than you were before and can pat the space next to you like she did, knowing that you’ve purposely barely left her any so she’ll be practically sat on you if not likewise fully lying as you near enough are]

Nancy: [laughing at him because he’s such a ham and you find it genuinely funny, keeping him at literal arm’s length by still having your hands on his chest where you pushed him, debating your next move as you bite the inside of your lip, am going to decide it for you in this moment by making someone ring you so you hop off and up to answer that, be it the drugs or your boyfriend or some dramatic friend, whatever]

Teddy: [doing such an OTT 🥺 about this interruption because you know she’ll see it despite said interruption and how good you’ll look doing it and yep that’s totally the only reason you’re not at all gutted about this interruption nope nope, recline for a while watching her but then go and get and have your 3rd drink sir]

Nancy: [WATCHING him do this in silence whilst you let the person on the phone say whatever they gotta say, not replying until it’s totally necessary, at which point you turn around and head towards the bedroom so you don’t need to have this conversation in front of him, not because that would be awkward to do for reasons you don’t want to think about, grabbing a bottle as you go]

Teddy: [catch him loitering in the doorway for that flashfoward to the future and the 1st convo we did when they get the puppy and he’s being all rom com, we can all pretend it’s just because he’s eavesdropping for fun and goss because she made it clear she doesn’t want him to witness this convo but we all know it’s also because he’s gotta linger near her regardless of whether the door is open or closed]

Nancy: [we love a cheeky parallel, whether we’re going back in time or forwards, catch us rolling our eyes because this conversation is not adequately interesting enough to eavesdrop on, we’re not pretending otherwise, busying ourself actually looking for outfits whilst on this call so we don’t just stare at him, throwing something at him partially just to do so but also shrugging in the yes no way to see if he likes whatever this is or nah]

Teddy: [not you just shamelessly coming in and picking her an outfit wordlessly, holding things against her and staring to do the most ofc, never waiting for her reaction to an item before he discards it or tries pairing it with something else, behaving like a stylist or controlling bf, we love to see it, throwing his final lewk on her bed or a chair the way she threw something at him, as if this is casual]

Nancy: [just letting him do this and silently judging his taste and also learning what he likes all at once, why would you not, giving your best poker face to not give away what you think of this final selection, or whether you’ll put it on, reclining on your bed because this person won’t stfu and you can’t let that be known ANY other way, oh no]

Teddy: [coming and taking the bottle from her, whether that’s literally from her hand or from where she left it, because regardless after taking a swig as if that’s your reward for a very hard job well done you’ll have to return it, be that back to her hand or into her hand now instead of where she left it and either is an excuse to be up close and personal and !! before you then strut out with all the confidence of knowing she’ll wear the outfit and she therefore needs you to gtfo so she can put it on, we all know he’s lingering in the doorway again for a sec though first, holding onto the doorframe like he’s gonna use it either to propel him into the room again or properly out, hitting her with a final LOOK before going]

Nancy: [take the drink and take a drink because becoming more and more necessary to be shitfaced, to deal with the fact y’all are still alone and hopefully by the time you have dressed, you will not be because how long can y’all do this dance of lingering looks and touches]

Teddy: [we’ll cockblock y’all by saying that’s the case because we don’t want anything to happen yet, soz not soz to that friend he didn’t invite and told her lies about because you could’ve been the lucky guy but he absolutely was not bringing you hun or letting you know a thing about this party]

Nancy: [we will do what we gotta do, it’s also just realistic, you’re not going to be left alone for long when she put the call out that publicly; we been knew you would not invite that friend and we will have to bring it up when we remember because lbr, not that concerned when we’ve got all this going on]

Teddy: [mhmm, I’m sure she’ll come out of the bedroom and he’ll be making out with some random in such an extra manner because of the tension between y’all that we aren’t letting you address for 2 years, he’ll be on that sofa doing the most with some girl who isn’t you but will do for rn]

Nancy: [thank GOD there are going to be people for you to distract yourself with because you don’t need to say or do a damn thing about that, pretend you aren’t even looking for him when you come out in this outfit even though he was the only person here previously]

Teddy: [me like we’ve GOTTA say this is the girl she ref-ed asking him if he was still with her at the start of their first ever Grace era convo purely for the pettiness because there’s no way he has been with her for 2 years and that means you know that damn well and were just saying it to bring her up and I love that, especially if he wasn’t even with her seriously because what a deliberate throwback then sis]

Nancy: [my boo says we will be the absolute drama, unhinged behaviour you love to see, speaking of, find your dealer immediately and piss off into the nearest bathroom with this man]

Teddy: [time it deliberately so that you go into the bathroom with this girl, whether to hook up or to do drugs or both because leaving it to Nancy’s imagination is always more of a serve, as they come out of it, doing the thing he does in the future where his hand is on Nancy’s lower back as he needlessly steers her out of the door/his way]

Nancy: [scoffing like you are so above these baby antics like god bless you crazy kids, pushing him not dissimilar to how you did earlier but entirely different vibe, holding onto this dude so you don’t fall out the door yourself]

Teddy: [when you’re essentially ignoring her entirely (and the random girl too lowkey soz hun) in favour of speaking to this drug dealer for a sec because that sort of bitch, making both these girls have to stand here because Nancy is holding onto him and Teddy is in a similar way holding onto this girl so she can’t go ahead into the bathroom without him, enjoying prolonging it for as long as you can before this dude is like okay bye and you go into this bathroom finally to do what you’re gonna do, which assumedly is drugs and some sort of hookup whether that’s fully or oral or whatever]

Nancy: [free yourself from this moment and go party, sorry to this woman but we will not be acknowledging your existence, even though, presumably, you know of us on some level to be here lol, so petty, we do not care]

Teddy: [we all know he LOVES how blatantly she has cut this girl dead, soz hun, hence giving Nancy a LOOK as she goes and he disappears into this bathroom for the antics he’s gonna pretend are with her despite being nowhere near as good and this girl clearly not fully delivering on this roleplay she doesn’t know she’s a part of]

Nancy: [always down to cause drama for literally no discernable reason, likewise sleeping with the boyfriend of the girl Teddy said badmouthed you even though you have no proof and do you even care, no, but we’re going to go there when y’all arrive]

Teddy: [as is he, I’m sure he’ll start some drama with that person who she said is coming, these messy bitches just love the carnage, speaking of, me here wondering if we dare to let any other moments happen between y’all or we should be restrained and not]

Nancy: [a nice evening cannot be had, well, you will enjoy yourselves but these randoms are getting screwed over for your entertainment as per; on the one hand, the vibe is very much too ‘busy’ to have any moments but you’re also patently not so maybe we can get away with some more?]

Teddy: [not saying they have to be big dramatic moments but I am saying this place is clearly big enough that you can get away with having some, I vote that she has a balcony like some of the rooms did and they find each other there at some point because he needs a breather from this girl who has been lead to believe they are !! for each other now and she can have any number of reasons to be out there, smoking etc]

Nancy: [hopefully not wobbling off it lmao, it’s always a good idea to get fresh air at some point in every party and you are going to need to, lol at Teddy talking himself into a relationship here, god bless, this girl turning around to peer at him like ‘oh, hello’ as if you’d forgotten he was here, holding out a bottle you have no business having at this stage but we still out here]

Teddy: [a ‘hi’ like it’s casual as he takes the bottle from her, steadying her whether she needs it or not actually with his other hand because it’s an excuse to touch her and he’ll always take that, but he’s out of it too at this point so almost dropping the bottle/tipping it because he wants to do it two handed and he’s not realised he took that and should be swigging from it, but we’re just amused by any spillage caused and steering her away from the puddle with the same lower back hand move ultimately]

Nancy: [going to ‘wrestle’ this bottle back from his clumsy grip but using it as an excuse to put your hands over his on said bottle and just leave it there, being closer to each other again as a result ‘good night’ as a comment because of the mess he is, smirking and shaking your head]

Teddy: [me like omg they love a hand hold and this is lowkey the first ever, like you aren’t but you lowkey are, spinning her to look out at the sky from this balcony like let’s see if it is, again purely just to touch her and be stood behind her, cannot resist yet another flashforward this time to when they were at the engagement party and he pulled out the label of her dress, doing it now to make that hit different (because someone else bought it for her) with the outfit he picked like he’s so proud of himself for his choices/must see who the designer is in this dim light and this half cut instead of just touching the back of her neck indecently, his head bent like he’s actually trying to read and isn’t simply breathing against her skin with his hmm sound like he’s considering her question/comment so seriously]

Nancy: [when it’s clearly more like the early AM and this pleases you so your smile is almost audible as you are looking over Soho and the people below either also still partying or getting up for work, turning your head back, so you can brush your hair against his face/see what he’s doing like you need to know, smoothing this outfit against yourself in a way that makes it cling to you and he’ll be able to see up close from over your shoulder, because a casual move that isn’t for anyone’s benefit, yep ‘your taste can be passable’]

Teddy: [when you can feel her vibe and it makes you feel likewise happy in a way that she’d likewise be able to just feel coming off you, it’s a nice moment of shared solidarity and feeling, we stan, moving to brush her hair back again like he did earlier but by the very nature of how drunk and high they both are it’s much less soft, not to mention this boy IRL and thus as a character likes to wear a lot of rings so I imagine one of those getting caught in her hair and making the move so !! because not only is it PULLING but then he’ll also have to spend a sec untangling her, which we can’t even talk about the closeness of, but finally able to appreciate this ootn and the move she pulled when he’s managed that ‘yours, I simply pulled it off a hanger’ because your clothes and your taste so if you’re shading his choice you’re shading yourself lol]

Nancy: [when you can’t adequately put words to any kind of being mad at him, faux or genuine, because you’re far too into it and a mess to fight either of those enough, just looking at him with the !! you aren’t explaining or excusing here ‘Yeah, I was being polite’ as you’re smoothing your hair down after he’s been all up in it ‘remember?’]

Teddy: [‘why?’ with the genuine sort of incredulousness of someone who is never polite and sees no reason to be because he faces no consequences for not being, twisting said ring around on his finger as though that’s just a casual action of him readjusting it so it doesn’t fall off or anything/ the idea of politeness is a such a boring concept but really he’s gotta because it’s been all up in her hair and he’d LOVE for a hair of hers to be stuck there but idk if it is because I can’t remember what rings you’re rocking off the top of my head and if any of them allow for that design wise by having like a stone or something for it to be caught round so who can say]

Nancy: [‘I’m nice’ gesturing like duh, hello, despite the fact you literally slept with someone’s boyfriend at this party behind her back and god knows what else general chaos and evilness, because you said you were to him before and the point is we’re shading your taste the rest of the time, of course, here patting ourself down to see if we have any cigarettes because a good time to distract yourself again]

Teddy: [a lol because you know she isn’t nice and you’re into it ‘you’re dressed for it, yeah’ just telling her she looks nice like he didn’t pick this outfit haha, not him shamelessly joining in with this pat down as if purely to help her find what she’s looking for but actually we’re doing the most running our hands over her body nbd]

Nancy: [when you’ve clearly lost or smoked the pack already so you truly are out here doing this for no reason, shamelessly, making a noise of frustration like that alone has you raging]

Teddy: [it’s clearly that point in the night where you don’t have any either so you can’t even be a hero and produce one, instead do a hot move of pulling her into you and her head back to pour some of this bottle’s contents down her throat as if that will relieve her frustration and you didn’t just want to, catching a stray drip/ lbr very messy trickle of liquid with your hand and then indecently putting those fingers to your own mouth, it’s fine, it’s casual]

Nancy: [when the way your body crashes back into his this time is unavoidable and thus you can allow yourself to push back, standing on your tiptoes to be closer to the bottle as if it’ll make this any less messy, can pretend your enthusiasm is solely for the alcohol, thus tilting your head back more and LOOKING at him expectantly is fine too]

Teddy: [letting her feel how that push back got him hard with no shame whatsoever because no fucks are given, hence he’s going from pouring this bottle from a height to pushing it into her mouth so her lips are around it, me like, where is everyone, you’ve been alone on this balcony too long lol]

Nancy: [when you’re fully in danger of downing a whole bottle of something here with how you refuse to stop, dancing against him as if this is for show but no one is close enough to be paying attention yet obviously so who is it for, just working your way down ‘til you’re kneeling in front of him and this bottle, almost panting with the way you’ve gotta stick your tongue out but you’re having trouble breathing]

Teddy: [soz that him and all his antics are only encouraging her to get alcohol poisoning truly, he’ll have her basically deepthroating this bottle neck before he’d let her stop, but at least it’s feasible we can have her choke/gag/retch/throw up when we need to cockblock y’all a bit cos he’s stopped breathing in comparison, just WATCHING her do all this]

Nancy: [no one has ever been more turned on by alcohol, truly, here letting it spill over us even more than he did the first time because we wanna feel it, rip this outfit]

Teddy: [mhmm, the sounds of it all alone would be enough to make him do a lil moan nevermind the sights and how you know she feels and the combo, so he is, thankfully nobody else is entertaining y’all at the moment and won’t hear him]

Nancy: [the sounds you are making are clearly going to get too unhinged to the point of someone else coming over, at which point we’re going to have to think fast on our drunk feet and just involve said person and pour some into their mouth until the bottle is being passed ‘round in this saucy manner like it’s just a game we’re all playing]

Teddy: [great work, someone else can be the flop who throws up and ruins the vibe and the game, there’s always one and it’ll send this boy back inside like lol ew]

Nancy: [I’m gonna do something hold on]

Nancy: Come over now, I’ll send everyone home

Teddy: Everyone?

Nancy: Yes, I just need you

Teddy: How unfair, Nance, I just got here

Nancy: Um, no you didn’t, what??

Teddy: Okay, true, it’s been a while

Teddy: but it isn’t polite of you to kick me out regardless

Nancy: Oh, you

Nancy: go away, I didn’t message you

Teddy: Yes you did, darling

Nancy: Not on purpose, don’t feel special

Teddy: Freud would have a field day with your slip

Teddy: tell me again about how much you need me

Nancy: I’m disabled, you can’t make jokes about it, shut up please

Teddy: It’s my duty therefore to prevent you taking yet another rugby ball to the head

Nancy: Your duty?

Teddy: You can still read then

Nancy: You’re not old enough for a paper round, don’t be talking like that

Teddy: I’m too rich for a paper round, your roots are showing again

Nancy: No, this is natural

Teddy: Please, don’t embarrass yourself OR me

Nancy: I am embarrassed, you carry on as you were

Teddy: We can’t all carry off platinum blonde, being a brunette is nothing to be ashamed of

Nancy: You are looking brassy

Teddy: I am not

Nancy: There’s toner in the bathroom, you can borrow some

Teddy: & deprive your boyfriend of the chance to drink it? I wouldn’t dream of doing something like that

Nancy: How polite

Teddy: Makes one of us, I suppose

Nancy: It was an accident

Teddy: You want me to leave

Nancy: No

Nancy: I say what he needs to hear to come over

Teddy: Message received

Nancy: That makes one of you

Teddy: Quite

Teddy: best of luck with your second attempt

Nancy: Don’t be mad at me, no one’s leaving

Teddy: I am, but no one special

Nancy: Come on

Teddy: Until next time

Nancy: Be like that

Teddy: I’m busy a few hours from now anyway

Nancy: Why?

Teddy: Because my father hasn’t taken enough rugby balls to the head & he’s a sadist

Nancy: Get some [whatever drugs we think will counter the drink and what we assume is still in his system]

Teddy: No thank you, seeing me this way will act as a deterrent for his future ridiculous ideas, I have no interest in remedies

Nancy: Will it?

Teddy: If he has been blessed with any of the sense he claims I wasn’t born with

Nancy: Good luck, honestly

Nancy: parents are unbelievably dim

Teddy: It’s something else that’s catching evidently

Nancy: Ha ha

Teddy: Yeah well

Teddy: Do have fun, won’t you?

Nancy: What else

Teddy: The list would be almost as tragic as the behaviour itself, I’ll spare us both & allow you to focus on said back & forth between you & the other T in your life

Nancy: Okay boring

Teddy: You started it

Nancy: You

Teddy: No, you

Nancy: Liar

Teddy: Go away, I actually didn’t message you

Nancy: I’m going, you keep talking to me

Teddy: [leave that one on read as hard as it would be because you wanna have the last word always + talk to her]

Nancy: [soz boy, at least you can leave and have it that way ‘cos we’ll be watching to see if you do]

Teddy: [gotta love a diva storm out]

Nancy: [hopefully before her boyfriend walks in or it’s that blatant lol]

Teddy: [I’m sure he’ll take ages to arrive if he even does at all, that’s what he’s giving]

Nancy: [would’ve promised more if you had not in fact got the wrong inbox which kinda stopped you in your tracks there hun]

Teddy: [you’re welcome cos a notp for us all there]

Nancy: [as are all her tenuous ‘relationships’ with varying degrees of bad]

Teddy: [mhmm, well we should probably post this as he has stropped off and no more can really be done]

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oshdkfj HELP? we're seriously telepathic at this point it's kind of scary... even more so because i've noticed this is Constantly happening to me and it's like, i'll tell someone we're telepathic as a joke at first, and suddenly it's not a joke anymore LMFAOO i think i'm the problem 😞 (fun fact: i'm really good at accidentally manifesting it's like midas touch but with words)

i've been well for the most part though n i hope you have too! i've just been preoccupied with school, playing the sims 4, or decorating toploaders...! i will literally do anything and everything except write; which sucks because i was really excited about this idea and i wanted to finish it by this month, but i haven't made any real progress with writing the storyline or mundane scenes so i don't think that's happening unless i suddenly get a burst of inspiration turned motivation. also, i know some people say that if you get stuck you should work on something else entirely or write a different scene, so i did both of those and here i am again... with two unfinished fics but complete ideas.

the ideas never stopping but the motivation does is actually so real and True though like omfg? i think with myself and my writing style in particular, i absolutely can't let myself get distracted, otherwise my source or motivation is entirely lost and difficult to get back again. i'll constantly get super immersed in a story, outline every last detail and write bits and pieces here and there, but actually writing/finishing and posting it seems to always end up being my problem and . idk how to fix it ?! like i have way too many story outlines in my notes that at this point i think i should just rebrand my blog and make it an idea bank for writers seeing how my own writing does Not want to see the light of day Ever

anyways, sorry i didn't really mean to talk so much about myself but i hope you find your motivation soon! you honestly have a lot more perseverance than i do when it comes to writing and getting your drafts done, so i don't doubt for a second that you'll get over this block soon and tackle all four...? fics 🙏🏼 boxer tae and loser gyu are here to stay ! – ml

We literally share one mind at this point bc it’s like we summoned each other or smth 💀

I’ve been well also! Life’s been a bit busy these past few weeks, but I’m finally getting some free time again,, hopefully this means I’ll have more time to write too

but omg I totally understand what you mean! Sometimes writers block is so intense that nothing helps, and now I’m stuck with so many more drafts it’s actually driving me insane..

And yes!! Mundane scenes are soooo hard to write!! It’s literally whats keeping me from my boxer tae and loser gyu fics, like they need to be there for character development but oh lord is it getting boring for me to write ! I’m also the same way with writing— I need to stay in one place and remain focused or else that fic is not getting touched again 😭 and if I don’t stop writing at an interesting scene it’s over for me

I usually avoid outline my stories in detail it’s insane 💀 the only one I’ve done a full outline on was OYD, and most of it was a voice recording of me incoherently throwing ideas out; after that I took the key points and wrote them down (then I added important details i needed to remember as I wrote)

I always wing my stories which is why I always have to go back and add stuff in LMAO it’s not the best method but it works most of the time…! Then when I’m about to stop a writing session I leave a vague checklist of stuff I wanna write (like scenes and stuff) and hope I touch it again </3

Making ur account an idea bank is such a mood I have so many good stories that are just gathering dust bc my inspiration is dried out 😭 I also hope you’re able to find motivation and inspiration for your stories, it’s such a frustrating feeling to have writers block and I’d love to see your stories !

#the fight to finish my stories gets harder everyday #I’m gonna go write some drabbles I got and see if that fixes anything 😭#Lord I have so many stories I can’t wait to share #but I’m literally my biggest enemy #rambles #koqabear asks #masterlist anon!

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helloliriels · 3 years

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PLAYING CUPID

by helloliriels

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WHAT IF SHERLOCK SENT MIKE OUT TO BRING WATSON IN? WHAT IF HE WAS TAKING NO CHANCES ON A CHANCE MEETING?

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“He’s going to be rude to you. Incurably rude. But you can NOT let him push you away! Do you understand this, Mike? Tell me you understand how important this is?” Sherlock was taking Mike by the shoulders and spinning him around. Boring into his eyes with a fierce gaze. Mike felt rather like a mouse trapped by a python. Sherlock was being DEAD serious. "Give him the benefit of the doubt!" Sherlock continued, "He deserves it."

“Okay, okay! I get it. I won’t let him rebuff me. And then?” Mike waited for the rest.

"He may try to walk away. Catch up to him if need be! He thinks he wants to be alone, but he doesn't! He wants friends! He needs a friend!!!"

Mike was looking at Sherlock closely. Watching as the telltale signs of his 'sociopath' façade slipped briefly below the radar, and he was suddenly staring at a young boy behind the eyes. It was somewhat disorienting ...

He had known the man so long, and yet, never - never - seen this concerned side of him before ...

"I'll make sure to get his attention and keep it," Mike promised, "get him talking ..." Mike's voice faded in awe of the transformation on Sherlock's face once again, as the mask slipped back on and careful calculations began anew, "... what then?"

“Be your usual ..." Sherlock made a grimace face … waving a flourish with his hand to accentuate.

“My usual … ?” Mike wondered aloud ... ?

“Disgustingly cheerful -” Sherlock finished, “- YOU KNOW! Maybe it will get through his defenses?! I’ve seen it work on other people around here. God knows why ...”

“Ta!” Mike acted affronted, “I will!”

Sherlock really was a mystery, but if this was that important to him? Mike wouldn’t let him down. "And you just want me to bring him back up here? Talk with you? That's it???"

"It is imperative," Sherlock was spinning around. Anxiously playing with his hands. And then fisting them into his hair as he did another loop, still thinking.

“Hey,” Mike tried to calm him before he pulled some out, “I get it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Do you?” Sherlock stopped to look at him, but his eyes were far away. Thinking still. Extrapolating all possible outcomes. Mike could tell. He’d been around the genius enough by now. "Make your decisions as if his life depends on it, for it very well might ... "

This was really serious then …

" ... but do not ACT like there is anything more than a chance meeting to you seeing him there ... "

“Yeah. I get it,” Mike conceded, being sure not to let any patronizing tones creep into his voice. There was something deeper going on here. And Sherlock hated being talked down to. He would give the WHOLE thing the benefit of his doubts. All fifty of them.

After all, Sherlock was rarely wrong ...

Mike was genuinely concerned at this point - that he was the only thing that could f*ck it up. He swallowed at the thought. Unless Sherlock actually made himself physically ill with worry before they got back up here? ... He’d better hurry.

Mike psyched himself up. He had this!

He made friends easily. Readily.

And John?

He had actually met years ago at Uni.

So ... that made this even easier! ... if John remembered him ... ? Mike noodled on that a moment.

“Sherlock, this is a big deal. I get it. You can trust me. I’ll get him to come up here! Hook or crook!” Mike picked up his briefcase and jacket then, and double checked the time on his phone. Stashing it in his pocket with the silent setting on.

Just as Sherlock had instructed.

He was to pretend his phone wasn’t working.

He didn’t want to absent-mindedly pick it back up in John’s presence though ... He stuck it in the other pocket, on second thought.

“Say whatever you have to,” Sherlock reminded him, with instructions as he headed for the door, hands gesturing wildly, “if he mentions needing accommodations, let him know you have someone else in the market for a flatmate. If he mentions needing a job, say you know someone hiring. Anything! I don’t care. I just need … a chance. To meet him. He just needs to see me. Once. GIVE. Me. That. Chance! And I will do anything you need for the next MONTH!!”

Mike laughed at that. Not sure if he actually wanted Sherlock around for the next month, if he was gonna be anything like this!

He watched Sherlock pacing back and forth in the room. A bull in a china shop, as his dad would say ...

Mike jingled his keys. Signaling that he was really going now ...

“Seriously though, Sherlock …” Mike continued - the thought that had been bouncing around in his mind since this whole hairbrained scheme had been suggested to him - coming to the forefront ...

He just had to know before he went - “I wouldn’t have taken you for the whole ‘love at first sight’ ... kind of … thing? … you know?”

Sherlock stopped mid-stride and boggled at Mike.

At Mike’s stupidity?

This was Sherlock’s ‘about-to-unleash-a-string-of-deductions-that-sound-a-lot-like-insults’ face.

But then ...

Sherlock appeared to reconsider.

And actually kept it to himself.

Wow. O ... wow.

He REALLY needed Mike’s help badly.

What if John Watson didn’t turn out to be interested? Mike hesitated a moment, thinking about warning Sherlock off the whole thing … with that thought ... he didn't want Sherlock to get his hopes too high ... but thought the better of it. If anyone knew the risk, it was Sherlock.

Mike breathed in.

And waited.

Sherlock responded.

Sherlock always responded.

He would outlive GOD just to be the last one with a word in edgewise!

And then it came:

“Intuitions are not to be ignored, Mike. They represent data processed far too fast for the conscious mind to comprehend. What we call 'Love at first sight' is simply a complex series of calculations our brain processes based on the chemical, auditory, visual, and olfactory senses it has taken in. All dissected by our subconscious mind and tallied as a good fit on some level. Even before we know the person intimately …,” Sherlock winced at that last word, glancing over at Mike as he did so. Quiet. Contrite. “And I never said that this was ... ,” Sherlock shut his mouth then, and stared pointedly at some papers on the counter there. Shuffling them about awkwardly.

Mike smiled.

It was a knowing smile, this time.

So he had deduced something Sherlock had NOT intended to let on. ... Will wonders never cease?!

Sherlock was not exactly given over to romanticism, and Mike was not exactly a close friend ... So talking about feelings was not something that was going to happen. And Mike was fine with that.

“Yeah, well,” Mike said, holding up his things to show he really was ready, “looks like it’s about time. If you still want me to do this?” He raised his eyebrows and gave Sherlock one last out ...

Sherlock took another deep breath in, and out. Centering himself. Checking his watch carefully, and then steepling his hands beneath his chin …

“Yes, go!” He waved Mike off.

Mike walked out as if charged with defending the realm. Chuckling the whole way.

He kinda liked the idea of playing Cupid ...

He could hear Sherlock behind him in the lab.

Tossing off his posh coat.

Probably rolling up his silk sleeves, and staging himself strategically. Somewhere, where he could get the best lighting on his curls within the lab. Wherever that was? He was certain Sherlock would know ...

Mike pressed the elevator button.

Visualizing his bow and arrow and the cute little wings he felt he would surely earn from this ...

He whispered as the doors closed,

“Just call me Cupid!”

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Read the rest here: PLAYING CUPID

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY - BBC SHERLOCK

#mike stamford #you beautiful bastard #playing cupid #to #sherlock + john #helloliriels #i made this for u #johnlocked #tjlc is real #i am johnlocked #join me #happy anniversary boys #asip #the best damn thing #bbc sherlock

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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Happy Engagement

Relationship: Loki x Reader Warnings: contains some dark elements: manipulation Summary: Loki has always thought of you as his and there isn’t anything he won’t do to keep it that way. A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one shot for a while! I had the idea for it months ago and finally wrote it and then it just sat on my computer while I wrote other stuff but I figured since I don’t have anything really new this week it’d be perfect to put out! I hope you enjoy it because I greatly do :)

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Loki had always been an interesting force in your life.

You two met when you were just children in school. You two were the official unofficial outsides of your school year — he was a prince, you were a peasant. Despite his royal standing, he’d play with you at recess. For these outlier ways, you two never interacted much with the other kids, life practically forcing you two to one another.

At such a young age, you hadn’t realized how significant this bond would become. As a child, you were just glad someone was talking to you. He shouldn’t have even been looking at you, should’ve maybe been disgusted with your presence alone. You should’ve been some onlooker, amazed by him and his magic but you weren’t — well, except for the magic part. His magic was little when you were kids but it drew quite the amazement from you.

Over time, you two naturally grew with one another. From childhood into your teens and still, now, you two made an unlikely pair of best friends as young adults. All of this though did not come without some bumps along the way.

In your teens, Loki had almost completely shut you out. For some reason, he seemed to be acting embarrassed by you. Your mother had warned you this may happen but you thought he was different, swore he was, unless his sincerity was like the many other tricks he played. Eventually, supposedly after some talking down from his brother, Loki appeared back at your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk.

This disappearing and coming back had become a habit for him over his teenage years and into adulthood. Loki never explicitly told you why but you could tell there was something eating away at him. It had been there a long time and it felt like disassociating himself with you was his solution.

You thought everything was coming to an abrupt end when you fell pregnant. You had been seeing a nobleman who was a regular customer in your parents’ shop. He was absolutely charming and delightful, practically swept you right off your feet within minutes of meeting. Your parents were ecstatic when he asked to court you.

You yourself were stunned but you ran to tell Loki about it. He was speechless. You tried telling him about the man but something in Loki snapped. He got unreasonably upset, spewing hateful comments about the man, practically forcing you out of his chambers in the process. He went radio silent again.

You tried to ignore losing your best friend — again — and focused on your new relationship. He wooed you endlessly with dates to lavish dinners and dawning you in lovely gowns. It was all so much more than you had ever expected in life. He’d tell you you deserved it and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you two would get so lost in one another.

A bit shamefully, hypnotized by the romantics of it all, you gave yourself to him. Tangled in the sheets with him as your guide, you let the man you felt you would marry have every last bit of you.

And for a while after, it was blissful. Nothing had seemed to change between you two until he announced he had to go away for a bit. Confused, you asked why suddenly now facing the fact you were losing another person in your life. He explained he was needed by his father on a different realm, part of the family "business," as he described it.

Days after his departure, you learned you were pregnant. Around this time, Loki popped back up in your life. You felt relieved having someone to confide in but when you told him of your pregnancy, he was far from the supportive force you thought you’d get. He didn’t yell or get upset per se but he was beyond stunned.

He left for a bit then but can back in less time than last. This time he brought along baby supplies and congratulated you. It was a complete one-eighty from his prior behavior but you accepted it, gratefully. Loki ended up being your main person throughout the pregnancy as clues of when your boyfriend would return were nonexistent.

"Did he know you were carrying his child when he left?" Loki had asked you one night. You two were sitting in the living room of the makeshift house you had acquired. You didn’t feel very good that this was the home you were bringing a child into when you knew her father could’ve provided her with a better one. But, at the end of the day, it was a roof over both your heads.

You crocheted another knot in the baby blanket. "No, he didn’t. I didn’t even know."

Loki gave a passing hum at that answer. He didn’t ask about your boyfriend very much after that.

Once your baby girl arrived, she became your entire world, your entire focus. Between caring for her and working to provide, you had little time to worry about your boyfriend still being gone. But it wasn’t as lonely as it may have looked because Loki was always by your side. Working around his royal duties, he’d take time to come visit you and your daughter even sometimes staying for dinner or to play with her. You didn’t miss how he was unintentionally becoming the father she was missing. You never said anything, though, always biting your tongue as you waited for her father to return.

Hope began to face on that front after your daughter turned three. Maybe he was just a footnote in your life, a foolish hopeful dream, but at least he had given you the lovely gift of your child. You weren’t giving up, still placing him in the boyfriend spot of your mind, but you couldn’t deny doubt crept in. Maybe a relationship of any capacity just wasn’t in the cards for you.

Or so you thought.

As Loki continued with his royal responsibilities, he was growing older and more powerful. That’s when the rumors of marriage began floating about. Your mother had brought it up to you once asking if you met any of his potential suitors. Your stomach did a somersault. You didn’t even know there were suitors, let alone met any of them. You tried to keep your cool and just told her no.

Who these suitors were and if they really existed, you never found out. You never even had the guts to ask about them especially after Loki pulled you aside one night after a dinner at the palace.

He rarely ever invited you to dinners with his family so to get this spontaneous invitation, you didn’t hesitate to attend. He even allowed you to bring along your daughter. She was playing with some servants’ children when Loki asked you to the garden.

"Feeling like a nighttime stroll?" You asked with a little laugh. Loki just smiled.

"There’s actually something I want to speak to you about."

"Oh," you frowned. "Is everything okay?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, yes, everything is fine." He looked up at the sky, almost lost in thought as you walked. You thought for a split second how lovely he looked. "I’m sure you have heard by now the…talk about my anticipated engagement."

Your heart practically stopped beating at that moment. Your hands instinctively gripped at the skirt of your dress as if you were ready to run away at the drop of a hat. Trying to keep your voice stead, you said, "Yes, I believe my mother mentioned that to me the other day."

He shot you an unreadable side glance. Your hands gripped the fabric tighter. Why were you feeling like this? Was that…jealousy you felt? You didn’t understand where that had come from. This was your best friend. Your prince best friend. He was bound to get married and have a lavish life with his bride. You couldn’t stop that, you couldn’t change it.

"Do you know anything of the women I have been offered?"

Was this another one of his cruel jokes? You wanted to vomit all over the bushes of flowers passing you as you walked. You managed to shake your head in response. "I’m sure they’re all wonderful."

He scoffed. "More like they’re all incredibly boring."

You gasped, "Loki, I’m not sure you should be speaking that way of them."

"It’s doesn’t matter," he shrugged, "because none of them are what I want."

You didn’t know if you actually wanted to know what he was seeking. You looked at him wearily.

You two walked in silence for a moment. Loki was now watching the ground intensely. You couldn’t believe how much his gaze was wandering. It must’ve been for courage because the next words out of his mouth were ones you had never thought you’d ever hear. From anyone.

"I believe you could be what I want," he said. He spoke your name so softly. "I’d like to ask for your hand in marriage."

You stopped walking, your legs suddenly unable to move. Your eyes grew wide as complete shock raced over you. You didn’t know what to do, too scared to speak because you didn’t know what was going to come out. Your first thought was that this was one of his magic tricks. Maybe he wasn’t even here, just a clone of him as he wished to make a fool of you. It wouldn’t be the first time but he had never been so cruel.

"You’re not saying anything," Loki noted. He had stopped a few feet ahead of you, completely taken off guard by your halt.

"I-I don’t understand." The words felt so heavy forcing their way out of your mouth.

"I don’t believe I stuttered, dear."

Your jaw dropped, surprised it hadn’t hit the floor already. He was seriously asking this. Loki, a literal prince, and your best friend, was asking for your hand in marriage. But — But you just didn’t know why. Why would he ask such a thing? Not only were you an unwed mother, he knew very well about your boyfriend. It was almost insulting he’d think you’d give up just because business or whatever it was was taking a while. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what this could all mean for your daughter.

"Loki… I… I don’t know. This seems crazy—,"

"Crazy?" His expression turned dark. You suddenly regretted the word despite it holding true. "What is so crazy about me wanting to take your hand? I thought this could be good. You and your daughter would have everything you’d ever want. You’d be a princess for crying out loud!"

You flinched at his anger. You had never seen him so enraged before. It made your whole body stiffen.

"I see. This… This is very generous of you but my boyfriend…"

Loki chuckled but there wasn’t any humor found within it. "Of course. The nobleman." He rolled his eyes. "Tell me again, dear, how long has it been? Do you really think he’s going to just show back up one day?"

"Of course," you nodded. "He told me—,"

"He’s not coming back."

You began shaking your head, growing more and more upset as the seconds passed. "You don’t know that."

Loki sighed, defeatedly. "I do know that, dear." A heavy pause. "I know that because I’m the one that sent him away."

You were certain in that moment your heart had stopped. Everything had stopped. You could barely tell anymore how you got from point A to point B.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"What I mean is I’ve had my eye on you for a long time," he explained. He was standing so tall making you feel minuscule. "I always thought you could be just right for me but then that nobleman waltzed into your life. Granted, he wasn’t me. He couldn’t give you what I could but he tried his best." Loki shrugged. "I had no choice, really. He threatened everything. He derailed my plan but it’s alright. I think after tonight it’ll be back on track, correct?"

You held your hands up in defense, practically begging Loki to slow down. Your head was spinning. "You sent away the father of my child?"

Loki sighed, sounding actually regretful. "Truly, that wasn’t ever my intention. I didn’t know he was going to do that."

"And you think since you forced him out of the picture, you can swoop in and ask for my hand in marriage? We never had a courtship! Are you even hearing yourself?"

"I’m a prince, darling." He sounded so casual. "We do not court like the rest of you."

Gosh, you felt like you were going to vomit. Your hands fell to your stomach as you tried to calm yourself. You had never heard Loki separate you two so clearly before. Like he had drawn a line, definitively.

Your words tasted like venom as you forced yourself to speak. "Can I at least think about it?"

"I’m afraid not. They’d like an answer tonight."

Tonight. That was what this dinner had been for. You weren’t invited just out of the kindness of his heart. You had been attending your own engagement party.

"Loki, this… I— This is insane. You’re— You’re insane—,"

"Am I, really?" He pressed, taking a few steps closer. You trembled under a darkened gaze you had never seen before on him. "I’m not sure that’s how you should be speaking to the man trying to offer you a bit of… stability."

"Stability?" You repeated. "You think that’s all that I want?"

"Would this not grant your daughter a better life? The little shop of yours is only getting you two so far, dear."

The shock had worn off as you were now being filled with rage. "Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this anymore," you gritted. "Of course, I want nothing but the best for her but I also deserve someone who will truly love me. You’re — You’re just asking to fulfill some royal commitment and trying to pass it off like this is some big, grand gesture to help me."

Loki looked a bit taken back by your words. Even you were a bit surprised by yourself. You didn’t know where this fight was coming from within you. Probably from the depths of motherhood, if you had to guess. But it felt good in a way.

After a heavy moment, Loki asked, "Was I so wrong to assume this proposal could actually help us both?"

That was the real kicker of it all, you thought. This actually could help you both.

"I want to marry someone who loves me."

Loki seemed to debate around the idea mentally. "I’m certain that within time something could bloom. I’m not a psychopath, darling." He smirked. "But I truly can’t believe you’d give this up all for the minuscule chance at love, the hopeless thing that got you where you are today."

You gasped. "I would’ve had true love if you hadn’t banished him away!"

Loki let out a humorless laugh. "You are so adorable, you know that?" You flinched as he got close enough now to place a hand on your damp cheek. You were practically forced to look in his eyes as he spoke. "That man was nothing but a spoiled brat and I refuse to believe you actually fell for his game."

You felt yourself crumbling down again. Way beneath him. "He… He was really…"

"Don’t you dare try to defend him, do you hear me?" Loki spat. That darkness was washing over but this time it felt like a storm you couldn’t escape. "I will not have my bride speak such niceties about another man."

"Your bride—,"

"While I’ve enjoyed this little midnight confessional, we have some good news to share with everyone, don’t we?"

You didn’t know what to do. What to think anymore. He wasn’t letting up. You were trapped. It was like the prison gate had shut behind you. You were stone-cold now, completely under his control. You were giving up in complete defeat. You could scream until you were blue in the face but you were running in circles. At least your daughter would know a home.

"Yes."

Loki’s face lit up. He removed his hands from you. "Fantastic," he said, heading back towards the palace. You helplessly followed beside him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and said, "Happy engagement, dear."

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader gets a bit of a backstory here, with just enough concrete details to serve the plot in future chapters. Hopefully enough is kept vague for people to enjoy it. Now... Time to meet your new kids-in-law/the gremlins :) Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants

2: Uncertain Destinations

“You already know my name, as well as my fate, and I have neither threats nor demands to make of you. I am at your mercy, regrettably, with nothing more to say. Shall we consider ourselves ‘introduced’? Or is there more you wish to ask of me?” You wonder, eying ‘Alcina’ with a bored expression. It felt odd to refer to her that way, even within the confines of your mind. She had been ‘Lady Dimitrescu’ for as long as you could remember; starting with your years in the village, and continuing through your months here at the castle. One day, perhaps, you would grow used to calling her by her first name. For now, you simply hoped to focus on other matters.

“Tell me of yourself, your past. Who were you before you came here?” Alcina asks, surprising you. What did it matter, now that you were stuck here? At first you shrug, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to open yourself up to her. But before long she’s placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to speak. You win this round, you think.

“Somehow I doubt you’ll find it terribly interesting. I was born in the outskirts of the village, on a small farm, just like any other. I had a pet dog, went to ‘school’ with my neighbors, and spent my weekends volunteering with the church. The only thing you might not expect is that I lived outside the village for about a decade. Traveled for a while, never really staying anywhere for terribly long. Eventually, I got tired, and so I came back to help my parents with what little property they had left,” you explain, quietly. Being vague had been intentional, considering the nature of a few details. Did she need to know why you had left? Or that you had once revered Mother Miranda?... No, because if she learned that, it would not be long before she learned that you had changed your mind years ago. Something told you that she wouldn’t appreciate your lack of faith in her mistress. “That was six months ago, roughly. Barely got to spend time with my parents before I was ‘donated’ to the staff here.”

“Not many ever leave the village. Those that do rarely, if ever, return. How particular,” Alcina replies, giving a soft hum. There’s something in her expression that tells you she’ll eventually ask you to elaborate. For now, however, she seems content to move on. Internally you sigh in relief. “I suppose this is sufficient to sate my curiosity, for the time being. Now come with me, I’d like to introduce you to my daughters, to ensure that they understand you are… off limits.” With that said she stands, once more reminding you just how small and fragile you are in comparison, before heading towards the exit. You’re nearly forced to jog in order to keep up with her long strides. As she leads you through hallways, down a flight of stairs, and past several nervous looking maidens, she slows down the slightest bit, having eventually noticed your struggle. Admittedly, that’s more kindness than you would have anticipated. Perhaps she was used to adjusting her pace for her daughters?

Whatever the reason, you do appreciate it. Still, by the time you arrive at your destination, the castle’s library, your legs are feeling the smallest bit sore. Brushing off the ache, you follow Alcina inside. Then you’re taking in the sights, having not been here before, admiring the impressive collection. Glad I’m not responsible for cleaning this place, you think as you pass by dozens of filled shelves. Before long you encounter the three daughters. They’re sitting in a semi-circle, each with their own book, though they’re quick to sit up once they spy their mother. One by one they’re smiling up at her, not even sparing you a moment’s glance. Admittedly you’re glad for that. What good could come from their attention, especially when they don’t yet know who you ‘truly’ are?

“I’m glad to see you’re all in one place, my darlings. There has been a… development, of sorts,” Alcina says, speaking in the same tone one might use to address a faculty meeting. In a less intimidating household, it would have been much harder to hold in a laugh. Was this always how she spoke to her children? For their sake, you hoped not (though the concept was amusing). Regardless, it is at this point that the daughters notice you, with one of them looking intrigued enough to send a shiver down your spine. You’re pretty sure her name is Daniela, being the only one you haven’t met before today. A toothy grin spreads on her lips, and once you make eye contact you swear that she winks at you. This literally could not be any worse, you think, unable to stop yourself from frowning.

“Does it have to do with this little thing?” Daniela purrs, taking a step towards you. Instantly both Alcina and yourself are tensing up. While your soulmate shifts in front of you, an incredibly faint rosy tint to her cheeks, all you can do is pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

“This ‘little thing’ is not your newest playtoy, Daniela. Rather, they are my-” she hesitates, disliking the way the word feels in her mouth- “soulmate. I expect the three of you to behave, understood? At the very most, you are allowed to prevent them from leaving the premises, but even then I expect you to remain gentle. Have I made myself clear?” Alcina asks. Now she’s not the only one blushing, as Daniela looks so embarrassed that you wonder if she’ll pass out. Maybe now you’ll think twice about flirting with everyone you meet, you think, remembering the various rumors you’ve heard about her. For a moment, part of you imagines what your relationship with her would look like, were you to continue ‘courting’ her mother. Could this be a moment you could torment her with for life? Get some cheeky revenge for all the maidens who couldn’t risk it? A lovely thought, though one soon interrupted.

“Of course, mother. We will not lay a single finger on them, unless we have no other choice. Right, sisters?” Bela replies, turning to her siblings with an expectant look. Neither of them seem terribly pleased, but they nod, each giving their own verbal affirmations. All three spend a few moments glancing you over, reevaluating you now that they know who you are, appraising your worth. It’s not hard to imagine that they all find you lacking- at least in comparison to their mother. “Are introductions in order? We’ve met before, but I hardly know anything about them. It would be… nice to properly meet the newest edition to our family.” The way Bela says the words makes you nervous, and the way Cassandra grins only worsens the feeling.

“If you desire such, I see no reason to forgo such a thing. Perhaps the three of you could give them a tour? I must return to my duties, and I doubt they have seen much of the castle, given their… former occupation,” Alcina admits, softly. Was this a confirmation that you’d no longer have to spend every day working yourself to the bone? On one hand you were somewhat relieved, but you also regretted the possible loss of your preferred coping method. Worse, were you really going to spend who knows how long with the dreaded Dimitrescu daughters? They were going to rip you to shreds, at least verbally, you were sure of it. How could you ever meet their expectations? If they were anything like their mother, you would never be enough to satisfy them. Or at least that is what you assumed.

“I’ve seen a fair bit,” you interject, awkwardly, hating the way it brings everyone’s gaze back to you. Alcina’s lips twitch, as she fights back a frown. Evidently she didn’t appreciate you countering her suggestion.

“Please, we insist,” Bela fires back, a pleasant tone covering her thinly-veiled animosity. “I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time getting to know each other. You do want to learn more about your soulmate’s children, don’t you?” Something about the way she speaks makes you want to laugh. When you smile back at her, it’s without a hint of any placating intentions, rather a dewdrop of mischief. Bold of her to assume that you wanted to make her mother happy. After all, it was clear from her phrasing that this was a ‘test’, a ruse to ‘reveal your true colors’ to Alcina. But you were as uneasy about your part in this as Bela was, neither of you finding yourself a suitable match for Alcina. Despite the way she narrows her eyes at you, her mother is smiling again, glad that she had a way to keep you occupied for the time being.

“It’s settled then,” she says, moving to give each of her daughters a kiss on top of their heads. They giggle at the affection, looking rather proud of themselves. Then she turns to you, hesitating, clearly having the instinct to give you a kiss as well. Half of you wants to stand on your tippy-toes, expectantly, wondering if she’d do it (and how flustered it would make her). Instead, you pretend not to notice, accepting the awkward shoulder pat she ends up giving you. “I will see you this evening, for dinner. Do try to enjoy yourself. But don’t forget-” she leans in until her mouth is right next to your ear, breath tickling your neck- “behave yourself. I will not tolerate any tomfoolery, understood?” Alcina does not pull away until you’ve nodded, and you do not relax until the library door has shut behind her.

Except now you’re alone with her daughters. Wonderful.

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Dealing with finances was not, to put it simply, Alcina’s ‘favorite’ activity. Although she employed someone to handle the majority of the paperwork, she made sure to go over it herself to ensure accuracy. There were many aspects to her business, being both legitimate and illegitimate, technically. One could never be too careful about their records. After all, failing to file tax returns had taken down Al Capone, of all people. Who was to say that such a mistake, or one in a similar vein, could not damage House Dimitrescu? Certainly it wouldn’t be enough to ruin them entirely, but it could lead to certain ‘nuisances’ bothering the village. At the end of the day, Alcina cared more about the impact it would have on Mother Miranda than anything else, even the possible decline of her household.

A nasty habit, really. Few knew the extent of her self-entitled devotion to the cult leader. The only bond that ran deeper was that she had with her daughters, who meant more to her than she could ever vocalize. Even then, she viewed them as a gift from Miranda, which in turn strengthened her love for the woman. Now that love leaked into everything she did. With a flourish of her pen, she signed away some of this month’s earnings. So what if she already ‘donated’ a large portion of her income to the village and its leader? Certainly this was a way to show the level of her devotion? Certainly Miranda would take notice, eventually? Praise her for it? Take Alcina’s hand in her own, thumb caressing her skin, eyes filled with a long-sought affection?...

The sound of passing footsteps brings her back into the moment, and Alcina stares down at the mountain of paperwork she’d yet to approve. With a deep sigh she readjusts her reading glasses, sets the finished document aside, then gets back to work. A part of her mind soon starts to drift to other subjects. To you, primarily. Would your affection be easier to gain? Steadier?... But could it, in any way, compare to Miranda’s? No matter how she tries to brush the thoughts away, they nip at her heels, circling her head like vultures. Only time would give her the relief she so desperately sought.

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“So, don’t tell me you really think you’re my mother’s soulmate, right?” Cassandra says, somewhat grumbling, as you trail behind Bela. It’s less than five minutes into the tour, with the siblings having behaved so far, focused on actually showing you around. At her words, both her sisters started walking slower. Their gazes were still locked ahead of themselves. The way they positioned themselves, however, made it clear that they were listening. “Is it some elaborate scheme, hmm? Did you spend a dozen hours with the other servants, noting every last detail about her soul mark, before copying it? Do you really think that you’ll get away with this?” Well, ‘twas good to know who the most paranoid of the three were.

“Ah, yes, it’s all a great, horrible ruse. You’ve caught me red-handed, I’m afraid,” you chime, sarcastically. A hand goes to your forehead as you fake faintness. “I’m just so desperate to be scrutinized by yourself and your mother, to have my every movement watched, to somehow be less free than I already was. I simply… cannot… believe… that you saw through my bluff.” With that you give a dramatic sigh, pausing in the hallway to give Cassandra a judgemental look. If not for Alcina’s instructions to keep you safe, you’re certain she would have beheaded you on the spot. “I’m not claiming to understand the universe’s decision. But I’m also not giving up immediately, no matter how much the three of you scare me.” At that, Bela stops in her tracks, slowly turning to you. Instinctively you go to take a step backwards, only for Cassandra to catch you, holding you in place. Next thing you know, the oldest daughter is grabbing your head, staring you right in the eyes.

“Answer one question, and maybe I’ll make sure you don’t fall victim to some tragic, unfortunate accident. Can you see yourself loving my mother?” Bela asks, more intense than you’ve ever seen her before. Despite that, you don’t tremble, swallowing your fear long enough to reply.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s terrifying… and beautiful. Cruel to some of the maidens I’ve met… and loving to you three. I… I don’t know if I can love her,” you admit, gulping. “But isn’t that part of the point of trying? To find out? I am going to try, for both my sake and hers, to love her. To cherish her. What more would you ask of me? I cannot tell you how the days to come will go, whether or not your mother will enjoy them, or even whether she could love me. This is not a situation you can threaten into resolving the way you want it to. So let me go, finish the tour, and give me a chance. You owe your mother that much, do you not?” Soon enough the hands keeping you in place loosen their grip, and Bela turns away with a scoff. Honestly, you can hardly believe that your little speech worked. You aren’t given much time to celebrate, however, as the sisters quickly resume their walking. Before long, Daniela is speaking up between giggles.

“I like this one already.”

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Soulmates - A Demetri Volturi x Reader Imagine

A/N: This is the first imagine I finished and uploaded, and it came quite unexpectedly while talking with @volturidoll13 who suggested a Demetri Volturi one-shot where the reader would follow Bella and Alice to Italy and would accidentally say “wish he’d choke ME” out loud (see my post for reference). So, here it is. Also, I’m sorry if something doesn’t make sense. English is not my first langage. Enjoy :)

No of Words: 5749

Mentions of: Swear Language, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Dying/Death, Killings, Self-doubt, Self-consciousness, Kinky Choking, Sexual Arousal

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I think I had enough of Bella. No, I know I've had enough of her. She may be my best friend, the one who truly understood me the moment I stepped foot in Forks High School, beginning of last year, but this was just too much.

I have spent countless hours trying to support her when Edward Cullen left her, 5 months ago. I was there to be her emotional support, and even spent time with Jacob Black, an old friend of Bella's, who stayed at the Quileute reservation.

Jacob seemed kind of polite, although his attempts to flirt with Bella whenever he could were cringy, to say the least. But I supported her then too, trying to be sort of the third wheel / the one who tried to show Jacob she wasn't really interested in him that way.

His friends, Embry and Quil, were as nice and polite as they were beautiful. When Embry abandoned Jacob and Quil, Bella and I were there to support him. When Jacob abandoned Bella, I was there to support her.

Even when Bella was sad, angry and desperate to know what happened to Jacob, I was there to calm her down. I was there when she went to see him and he turned her away. I was there when she slapped Paul in the face. I was there when he turned into a huge wolf, and I couldn't help but scream.

Jacob explained everything about the wolves to both Bella and I. He told us how it's part of their DNA; how they are meant to protect the tribe from dangerous outsiders; how the metamorphosis from human to wolf can be somehow controlled over time, with practice and persistence. THAT I could understand.

What I couldn't understand was how vampires existed in this world! It wasn't Bella the one to reveal that secret to me, rather Alice, Edward's sister. Apparently, she saw Bella dying, the day she supposedly went cliff-diving, which I told her not to, having a severe fear of heights myself.

Bella took the risk, and if it weren't for Jacob, she would most likely be dead by now. That's what Alice said she "saw" - she explained to my incapable self that, as a vampire, she had a gift, the gift of predicting the future, based on others' decisions.

All this information was overwhelming me. I could swallow the harsh reality of wolves existing, but vampires, too? It seemed too much for me in such a short period of time.

Alice quickly explained some basics to me, like the fact that the Cullens were vegetarians, but the majority of their kind fed on human blood, as well as the fact that they even had a sort-of-government of vampires, residing in Italy, the Volturi.

She then turned to Bella to scold her about her recklessness and how she was prone to "life-threatening idiocy". I couldn't agree more with the short brunette right now. Bella has been nothing but reckless the last few weeks, and she was putting her life in danger for no reason.

They were talking about Edward or whatever, but I wasn't paying any particular attention until Jacob showed up. I decided to give them some space to talk, and Alice followed behind me, stepping out of the house.

Her face was a mix of disgust and worry, not paying any particular attention to me, probably trying to hear Bella and Jacob's conversation from the kitchen. After a minute or two, I heard her taking a sharp breath, her eyes fixating on nothing in particular; they were just staring ahead of her.

She took a sharp breath, as she regained consciousness, stepping quickly into the house. She walked in quite wide and quick strides, considering her miniature figure, and, though taller than her, I had some trouble following behind her.

She ran directly to the kitchen. "Bella. Bella, it's Edward. He thinks you're dead. Rosalie told him why I came here."

They both looked at Jacob; Bella practically screaming to his face, accusing him of not giving her the telephone to speak with Edward herself.

"Bella, he's going to the Volturi. He wants to die, too." The small brunette continued.

Within a minute, Bella made her decision: she was going to Italy to save her ex-lover. She promised us that she would just make sure he lived, and then, she would go back to her "boring" life.

Alice ran outside, starting her car immediately, as Bella was followed closely by Jacob, who tried to convince her not to go, pleading with her, all in vain. Bella was as stubborn as she could get, and nobody could change her mind.

I turned to Jacob, without really thinking about my next words. "Don't worry. I'll go with her. I'll make sure she's back safe, okay?"

All Jacob could do is nod at me, though his face was full of concern, frustration, and he was clearly distraught by Bella's decision to leave him and save Edward. As if all this time she, Jacob and, sometimes, I spent time together meant nothing to her.

I jumped in the back seat of the car, not waiting for either Bella's, or Alice's approval. I knew it would be a huge risk for me to go to the vampires' lair, but I also knew that Bella could use all the emotional support she could get.

As much as I hated Edward for what he did and said to her, I knew that he was everything to her, like her own little haven. Her own little oasis, which I guess felt more like a tundra, compared to Jacob's flaming hot desert. I rolled my eyes at my embarrassing thoughts, but I assumed that's how she thought of them.

The drive to the airport felt like a ton of weight crushing my shoulders. I had no place to follow them to Italy, as it was truly none of my business. But I promised Jacob, and though Bella could make me so frustrated with her lack of self-confidence and self-respect, I liked her company a lot, and I needed to make sure she was alive and safe.

In the couple of months that she came out of her apathetic state, we reconnected again, reminiscing about our unorthodox friendship, both of us being new to the town, shy and not particularly sociable.

However, Bella was the ideal friend to keep you grounded and connected with reality, which I, sometimes, had trouble with; my mind was running wild and free most of the time, while my mouth was staying shut.

So, I was willing to go across the ocean for her, to an unknown place, in a castle full of bloodsucking vampires. I wasn't pleased, but I was willing. Willing to help her save her stupid ex-boyfriend, and hopefully not get killed in the process.

During the flights, Alice tried, more or less, to explain the dynamics of the vampire world; the Volturi, being this sort of government-slash-royalty of the vampire kind, were tasked with imposing their laws over the other vampires. Their most important law? Don't expose your existence to humans, unless you want to die. Well, there goes that!

Alice had already talked to me about their kind; Bella knew through her association with both Edward and the rest of the Cullen family. The chances of any of us making out of there alive seemed slim to none. I was literally flying towards my death. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.

I was trying to calm down my nerves, which did not work at all, when all I could think about were those Italian vampires. Alice told me that the vampire Kings, especially Aro, who seemed to be their leader, were interested in collecting talented vampires.

So, it was pretty obvious that he would, most likely, get rid of Bella and myself, and would gladly keep Alice and Edward, who, as Alice told me, has the gift of reading people’s minds. So, we were actually doing that Aro guy a favor there; bring him the “talents” and get rid of the “intruders”, the humans. Great. Just, great.

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We were currently on our way to Volterra. Alice had stolen a yellow Porsche from the airport’s parking lot, which neither Bella, nor I opposed to, for now. It was a fast way to get to Volterra, plus I’ve never actually been in a Porsche, and I felt pretty amazing. Alice seemed like a skillful driver, and drove pretty fast, which I liked, especially if I was the one driving. Bella and Alice’s conversation interrupted my thoughts.

“What? What do you see?”

“They refused him.” That was good, right?

“So..?” Bella knew there was something else behind Alice’s vision.

“He’s gonna make a scene. Show himself to the humans.” Why the hell, Edward?!

“No! When?”

“He’s gonna wait until noon, when the sun’s at its highest.” Bella seemed more and more worried and anxious, and I heard her heavy breath, which seemed like she was starting to go on panic mode. I stroked her shoulders lightly, trying to calm her down. As much as she deserved to get worried, given the events that led us here, this was not the time to panic.

“There’s Volterra.” Alice pointed to her left, at a beautiful, picturesque town that looked as if it had jumped out of the Renaissance era. The scenery of Tuscany was beautiful, and it had always been part of my bucket list to travel across Tuscany in a small rental car. That was not how I pictured that trip, or how I pictured my last day on Earth.

Alice was running through the city’s narrow streets by now, never stopping to honk at people passing by, who moved left and right, trying to avoid the “crazy driver who decided it was a good idea to drive a sports car through such a city’s small, narrow, occupied streets”; at least, that’s how I saw it.

Alice did not back down, and continued driving skillfully through the city’s small arteries. It was odd though, the fact that everyone around us was wearing red capes, red clothes, everything was red. Bella questioned it out loud and Alice informed us that today was the celebration of Saint Marcus’ Day, the day that the Saint expelled all vampires from the town. The irony.

Bella was experiencing a full on panic attack, as we were only 5 minutes away from Edward’s shenanigans. Theoretically, everything was in order, until the moment we were stopped by the local police who refused to let us go any farther. Bella opened her door. She would go on foot, to find Edward before he exposed himself. Alice would park the car somewhere outside of the town’s walls, and we’d then go and find them.

I turned around my seat, to watch Bella running through the streets, to the plaza where the clock tower, which Edward was going to expose himself from, was located. Alice left the car outside of the walls, but still, close enough to have easy access.

For me, it was quite easy to walk around now, as my skin was not sparkling like Alice’s was. Alice had to wrap herself around a coat, a long, thick scarf and gloves, and wear sunglasses to protect her identity even more. I was walking in the middle of the streets, watching around carefully, as good as my human eyes could see, trying to help Alice go unnoticed, as she pushed herself more towards the buildings’ walls, trying to avoid the sunlight.

That went on for a while, until we were close enough to the clock tower, where Alice took my hand on hers and, with long strides, walked towards the main entrance, which was, thankfully, shaded enough for her to walk through.

She must have heard the conversation inside the building, as the moment we stepped in - Alice breaking the lock that kept the door momentarily closed, she started talking to the others, who I mistook as being Bella and Edward. As another sign of my unluckiness in life, she was actually addressing two other vampires, a tall brunette and a shorter blond.

They both looked gorgeous, but they could probably kill me as easily as it was for me to blink. I instantly became stiff, and Alice must have felt it, but she kept on holding my hand, trying to play it cool in front of the others, while trying to get rid of her disguise with her free hand at the same time.

“Come on, guys. It’s a festival. You wouldn’t want to make a scene.” She tried to play it nice and cool, though I knew she was just as worried being here as the rest of us.

“We wouldn’t.” The brunette vampire responded, now looking at me, who, by now, I have lost all my confidence in coming to Italy to help Bella.

I caught the blond vampire looking me up and down my body, and felt rather self-conscious. I didn’t have the best relationship with my own body and my own self; I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror, most of the time. So, I made up for what I lacked in self-confidence with sarcasm, bad humor, honesty and snarky remarks. I would be really going off of him right now, if I wasn’t shaking.

Though beautiful, the blond vampire also scared me, just as much as his brunette partner. I stared back at him, looking at his confident stance, one hand behind his back, and a smirk across his face.

When my (Y/E/C) eyes met with his red ones, I started shivering even more, holding on Alice tighter than before. I felt my heart beating faster, my breath became both sharper and deeper, and I felt as if I would cry, right then and there, in front of everyone. I saw the blond becoming a bit stiff, his jaw clenching, swallowing deeply, but he still wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.

Alice and Edward exchanged some looks, as if they knew what was happening, but chose to not tell anyone else. The scene in front of me was interrupted by the clicks of heeled shoes, and a blonde girl came into our view.

“Enough.” Her voice was stern, and her stance was stoic as she came closer to us.

“Jane.” Edward recognised her and lowered his head towards the ground. He didn’t seem scared before, when it was just the two vampires in front of us, but the small woman now seemed to have him terrified.

“Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.” She looked between the two vampires of her coven, as if she was criticizing them for their incompetence to bring us all before Aro. Then, she turned to us, looking us straight in our eyes, or rather our souls, probably to warn and scare us at the same time, before walking back to where she came from.

Alice turned towards Bella and I, the only humans there, who clearly looked more terrified than she and Edward did. “Just do as she says.” She simply said and we followed behind the girl, with the other two vampires closely behind us.

The blond one was so close to me, I could feel the coldness radiating off his body, making me shiver. The brunette gave Edward the red robe I didn’t notice he was holding before, probably to cover himself in front of the Kings. The blonde girl moved between Bella and Edward, and Alice and I. Edward was trying to comfort Bella but I couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying, my mind making all shorts of scenarios about how the vampires would kill me and the others. The more I thought about it, the more I was shriveling on Alice’s side.

We reached an elevator - I never thought vampires used elevators, but maybe it was for the humans around? The brunette and the blond entered first, as the blond turned around to stare at us, turning his gaze at me afterwards, before fully stepping in. Then, it was time for Edward and Bella to get in, followed by Alice and I. The blonde girl stepped in last, before the elevator’s doors closed shut.

The elevator music, an operetta, was supposed to calm peoples’ nerves. Yet, in this tight box, it had the opposite effect. Surrounded by vampires, vegetarian and non, the music was just creeping me out.

The fact that the blond vampire was merely two inches away from me was making my knees weak and my heart pounding, though I, myself, didn’t even know if my own body was reacting out of fear or attraction towards the blond vampire. I felt him leaning closer to me and barely heard him sniff around, but I clearly saw Alice turning her head around and giving him death stares, to which he retrieved back to his original position.

The elevator stopped and we all stepped out. We walked past a receptionist’s desk, the woman standing up, smiling and wishing us a good afternoon - based on the few Italian that I knew. From what Bella and Edward said, the receptionist was a human, wishing to become a vampire, like the others.

“And so she will be.” Demetri smirked, looking at me, who I still haven't abandoned Alice’s hand.

“Or dessert.” Jane interrupted, and I felt myself losing consciousness for a split second, before I felt the blond vampire grabbing my arm to stabilize me. His hand was cold and his grip tight on me, not leaving me even after I looked at him with wide eyes. He just smiled and continued walking ahead.

Jane opened the doors in front of her, leading us to a massive room, made out of marble, and decorated with Roman columns and scriptures on the walls. Surprisingly, it was well-lit and bright, compared to the dark halls that we passed through just a minute ago.

“Sister. Send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Such a clever girl.” A brunette boy, a bit taller than Jane, called towards her, as she walked by his side.

The blond vampire let me go and walk farther into the room, still holding Alice’s hand like I was holding on her for dear life. The blond vampire now stood a few feet behind us, next to the tall brunette one.

A black-haired vampire, who seemed a bit too excited, started walking towards us. “What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn’t that wonderful. I love a happy ending. They are so rare.” He was talking with fake happiness in his face, as if he was reading from a script, grabbing Edward’s hand in the process.

“La tua cantante.” Your singer. The vampire seemed to know how much Edward craved Bella’s blood, and questioned how Edward could do so easily.

“Aro can read every thought I’ve ever had with one touch.” Well, that explained a lot. And now I placed who Aro was within the Volturi.

I now learned more about Edward’s gift, which was more similar to Aro’s than anyone else’s, but he couldn’t actually read Bella’s thoughts. Aro requested if he could test his own gift on Bella, probably hoping that he could read her thoughts and brag about it. But when Bella offered her hand, which he took too willingly, his face was unreadable and then, disappointed and angry, not being able to read her either.

Then, he turned towards me, still by Alice’s side. His red eyes were cold and hostile, and his face uninviting. I felt small and vulnerable, exposed, in front of his critical gaze.

“Dear (Y/N), excuse me for the waiting. Edward has presented me a very..intriguing image of you. Could you offer me your hand? I would like to get to know you, as well.”

My lips were trembling, not being able to say a word, and my eyes were glistening. Please, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I knew that whatever Edward had shown him I couldn’t avoid. So, I took a step forward, leaving Alice’s hand and extending the other one towards Aro. I felt a breeze behind me, as Demetri came to stand on my right side, looking closely between Aro and I.

The mind reader took my hand between his hands, and I felt my thoughts being examined and tossed around my head, like a small whisper trying to cast a spell on me. The vampire looked at me, deep in the eyes, and his face was filled with fascination for whatever he saw inside my head.

“Fascinating, indeed, dear. Your mind is just filled with thoughts and images, though they are not very distinct. You are not an easy book to read. I still haven’t figured out who you really are. Although…”. He looked at the vampire standing beside me, motioning for him to give him his hand.

The blond obeyed his master. Did he have any other choice? Probably not. Aro took the blond’s hand, and his wicked, sick smile came back.

“Oh, this suddenly became even better than I would have expected.” He turned towards the vampire sitting on the throne, looking sad. Marcus? The vampire in question nodded, and Aro turned around in an almost theatrical move, with open arms, for everyone to see.

“It seems that our dear Demetri has finally found his mate in (Y/N). I’m so happy for the two of you!” His face was smiling, but his voice sounded as fake as ever.

I didn’t know what “mates” meant. Alice didn’t have enough time to explain every “vampire term” to me, so I was clueless regarding this part. The blond, who I now knew as Demetri, must have seen the confusion in my face, as he leaned slightly towards me and whispered “Soulmates” in my ear. My eyes widened and he giggled lightly.

Whether it was how close he came near me, or his giggle, or the fact that we were “soulmates”, my heart responded immediately, thumbing faster in my chest, and I felt my cheeks burn - I was clearly blushing in front of everyone, as if I couldn’t be any more awkward than I was before.

Aro interrupted my embarrassment, as he turned once again towards Bella, wanting to test if she was immune to the others’ gifts as well. He turned towards the blonde girl, Jane, asking her basically to show off her own gift. Edward ran forward to stop whatever it was going to happen, only to end up in pain, writhing in an inaudible pain, as Bella was practically screaming to stop.

I honestly didn’t mind Edward suffering, even if it was for a few seconds, considering that Bella had it worse for over 5 months. He finally dropped to the floor, as Alice ran to his side, and the blonde girl’s brother ran to grab Bella, to stop her from going by her lover’s side.

I had no idea what was happening. I was just looking around, shocked and scared, as all these unfamiliar things were taking place in front of my untrained eyes. I felt a hand stroking my arm up and down. I turned around to see Demetri smiling slightly at me, trying to calm me down. I sighed a bit and felt my heart slightly at ease.

That was until the Kings decided that Bella was a liability - I wasn’t? - and Aro called out for Felix. I turned around and saw the tall brunette smiling evilly, while the shorter brunette turned Bella around and left her there, exposed, in front of the giant. Edward seemed to know what it would be happening, as he immediately stood up and ran by Bella’s side to protect her.

He immediately ran forward, attacking the tall brunette, and knocking him down. Alice ran towards Edward to help him out, but she was immediately stopped by Demetri, who I didn’t notice had left my side, grabbing her by her neck and immobilizing her, dragging her away from ever reaching her brother.

“Alec!” Demetri shouted towards the brunette boy, who had just left Bella at Felix’s mercy, pointing towards me with his eyes. The boy, Alec, came by my side, and practically dragged me farther from the scene that took place in front of me. His grip was a bit too much as he squeezed my arm, making me slightly cry in pain. Demetri growled at him, and Alec’s grip loosened significantly, but he still kept his hand on my arm.

Felix was pissed by now, as he immediately started fighting Edward, pushing and slamming him around the room. However, I couldn’t focus my gaze on them; not because they were fast, but because I was focused on watching Demetri, and how he was still holding on Alice’s neck tightly, never letting her go.

Watching Demetri’s hand around Alice’s neck should have made me feel appalled and sorry for the small brunette girl, but it didn’t. On the contrary, I felt rather aroused, watching his strong hand wrapped around the brunette’s neck.

Honestly, I felt a wave of jealousy and annoyance hitting me. That should have been me! Only I was worthy to be touched by this sort of demon who masked his true identity with the facade of an angel. It should be me! I couldn’t help myself, my jealousy building up inside me.

“Wish he’d choke ME!” I told myself, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“Patience, cara mia. All in due time.” Demetri smirked at me. I did not realise I said that out loud, until Alec started snorting beside me, clearly laughing cheekily, and Felix started bursting in laughter, his grip tight on Edward’s jaw by now.

I had embarrassed myself in a room full of vampires once again, the majority of them being part of the Volturi coven. If the Earth opened in half and swallowed me, I would pretty much welcome it at that point.

Bella brought me back to reality, as she was practically screaming, begging the vampires to let go of Edward, as she looked clearly distraught and upset. She even offered herself instead of Edward! Why, Bella? Just why? I have understood by now that they were mates and they’d do anything for each other, but she would sacrifice her own life for Edward?! That didn’t make sense to me.

Aro seemed to agree with me, but he thought more of the “soulless monster” perspective, while I thought more of Edward’s character, and how much his absence had scarred Bella. Alice told me, on our way here, that he thought he was doing everything to keep her away just to protect her, that being close to him put her in danger. But, from my own experience with Bella, she was suffering more away from him than he thought she would.

Aro looked disappointed between Edward and Bella, wishing he would give her immortality, which he did not seem willing to do. Aro moved menacingly towards the terrified girl, prepared to end her life. I fell forwards, attempting to reach her, to move in between them, but Alec’s grip tightened, keeping me back, both of his hands on my arms now. Aro was basically licking his lips, when, suddenly, Alice stopped him.

The small brunette confirmed that Bella would become a vampire like them, and that she would even be the one to change her, as she saw in her vision. Aro called her forward, and Demetri let her walk towards his Master.

He then moved towards Alec and I, replacing the brunette boy, but, instead of grabbing my arms like Alec did, he embraced me tightly, not letting me move away from my position. His cold embrace sent shivers down my spine, but, surprisingly, I let myself relax in his arms, feeling safe, and like that was where I belonged. I felt him smiling and relaxing, as well.

Aro seemed pleased with whatever Alice had shown him, and intrigued by her own gift of predicting the future. Alice had told me that her gift was subjected to the decisions people made, and the future could just change at any point. However, if Aro believed that her vision would eventually come true, we had no reason to tell him otherwise.

Aro turned to Bella. “Your gifts will make for an intriguing immortal.” He whispered as he touched her face, Bella clearly feeling uncomfortable under his touch. I would, too - Aro seemed creepy in his own way, his behavior and movements just as unpredictable.

He then told us to leave, and prepare for Bella’s transformation, and Felix let go of Edward. Marcus told everyone that a woman named Heidi would be coming soon and thanked us “for the visit”, as Aro said his goodbyes. Demetri walked towards the exit, me still in his arms. Edward grabbed Bella by her hand and Alice followed them behind.

As we were walking through the corridor, a beautiful woman walked past us, many people - they looked like tourists - following behind her. She had long, wavy brown hair and purple eyes, which could only mean that she was most likely wearing blue contacts over her red eyes. Her aura was full of confidence and power; she knew what she was doing and she took her job seriously.

“Nice fishing, Heidi.” I heard Demetri addressing the woman from behind me. So, that was the Heidi Marcus was referring to. Wait.. Nice..what?

“Yes, they do look rather juicy.” The beautiful woman replied, eyeing between Bella and I, as she continued leading the tourists down the hallway.

Demetri must have seen her reaction, as he brought me closer to him. I was in shock, and started trembling more than before. These people, these poor people would be the vampires’ snacks in a few seconds. Like Bella and I could have been just minutes ago. I tried to not think about it, but the screams that echoed through the hall would probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

Demetri opened another door as we approached the end of the corridor, and we found ourselves back in the reception area. The Italian woman greeted us once again, but I didn’t listen to what she said, still in shock, just waiting to leave this horrible place as soon as I could.

“Just wait here. You will be able to leave in a few hours, when it’s dark outside.” Demetri instructed Edward and Alice, and took his arms away from my body, turning to look at me. “Wait here, cara mia. I’ll be back soon.” I nodded, not being able to say a word.

Demetri turned and ran towards the throne room. I knew he left to feed, and I just couldn’t bear the thought of him killing innocent humans. I couldn’t keep myself from crying, as I started trembling and losing balance.

Alice came by my side, trying to stabilize and calm me down, while Edward tried calming down a hyperventilating Bella. We were both losing our sanity, not being able to keep up with the Volturi’s lifestyle, as it seemed. I was craving Demetri’s touch but, at the same time, I couldn’t stop the human in me, the logic, the sense that said that I should stay away from the vampires who killed people.

I heard Alice and Edward talking with the receptionist, but I couldn’t make out exactly what they were talking about. Alice, slowly and carefully, with her hands still on my arms, led me to a nearby bench, as the receptionist walked away. I was rocking back and forth, trying to calm down, realizing that we are still alive. I saw the receptionist coming towards us, offering a glass of water to both Bella and I.

“Grazie mille.” I thanked her, my voice barely audible.

“Prego.” She smiled at me, and walked back towards her desk.

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I didn’t realise how much time passed, until I heard footsteps coming towards us. I was way more calm by now. Lifting my head towards the direction of the footsteps, I saw Demetri and Felix. I shyly smiled at Demetri, and he smiled back, with a smile wider than mine, a smile that warmed my heart.

“Hello, again, amore mio.” I felt as if my heart stopped for a split second upon hearing the words he used to address me. I would still be weak to my knees, if I didn't already sit down.

Felix was the one to inform us that we were allowed to go now, being way past nighttime. I stood up, and attempted to walk forward, towards Bella and the two Cullen siblings. I intended to leave with them, but I was stopped by Demetri’s hand on my wrist.

“Where are you going, cara?” He looked at me, knowing why I was attempting to walk away.

“I.. I thought we’d.. be leaving? That I’d be leaving? With the others?” At least, I was hoping I would be leaving with them.

“I’m sorry, amore. I can’t let you go, not now that I found you. You’ll be staying here, with me.” Demetri sounded so natural and serious, and I could only stare at him, my mouth agape.

“But.. I thought it was okay for me to leave. I have a life behind, you know. I have a school to finish, I have my family, I have things to do.” I still looked at him dumbfounded, waiting for him to allow me to go, just for now, just for a few months at least.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I cannot risk anything happening to you. I will make sure you are safe and protected here. We will arrange everything with your school and your family, and whatever else is needed. Please, stay.” Demetri’s eyes were pleading, and a shiver passed through my body, just by looking at him and hearing him talk.

It took me a few minutes to respond; nobody said a word all this time. “Okay.” I said faintly. “I will stay.. here.. with you.”

Demetri’s face lit up, and he leaned closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. He was careful to not hurt me, and I knew, at the moment, with my heart full of love and affection for that man, that that was where I was supposed to be. With Demetri. For as long as it lasted.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Sprinkle of Cinnamon

Summary | Another dull day at your coffee shop turns much better when an unexpected visitor becomes your favorite regular.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4k

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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The sound of muffled voices - disjointed laughter, a few groans. The ticking of the aging clock on the wall above the front counter. Tick tock tick tock. The sound of the oven timer in the back of the shop. The scrape of pastry knives on cutting boards. The sip of coffee through a to-go cup lid.

It had all become such a stable part of your life that you could have cried from boredom. Before your regularly scheduled 3:02pm sigh, the door opened, the bell above it twinkling merrily. Your eyes peeled up from your book in surprise at the sudden break in monotony. Casting a furtive glance at the door and stashing your book away, you tried to see who the surprise intruder was.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you peeked through the pastry case and noticed that it was a man - a very handsome one at that. He was tall and lithe, dressed in dark jeans, topped off with a black shirt and leather jacket. He whipped off his sunglasses and tucked them into his pocket as he looked around the small coffee shop. His eyes were a striking cerulean, contrasting nicely to his dark hair. Classically handsome and modernly well-dressed.

Shit, shit, shit. Were you really just staring at him pathetically, hiding behind pastries instead of greeting him and welcoming him into your humble little shop?

“H-hi,” your voice. It actually cracked on a one-syllable little word. You wished the ground would swallow you up whole then and there. Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat and tried again, “hi.”

“Hello,” he shot you a quick glance, a smile gracing his features as he held up a hand and wiggled his fingers. Was everything he did, or at least the two things you’d seen him do - pulling off his sunglasses and greeting you - attractive? Or was he just the first person under fifty you’d had come through in days?

“Hi,” you repeated, already internally groaning as he laughed lightly and came over to you. He approached the counter slowly, taking everything in stride as he looked around the homely little shop. He looked like a god in this small space, making everything seem old and worn, “what can I get you?”

“Hi again,” he smiled lightly as he leaned against the counter, watching you with keen eyes. You felt a flush of warmth well up in your cheeks as you bit on your lip and stared at the top of the counter, “I don’t take anything special - but you do have a strong dark roast?”

“We do,” that much you could happily offer him. Making a cup of coffee should be an easy and simple thing, “do you take anything in it? A little bit of sugar? Some syrup or creamer?”

“No, thank you,” a little half smile, half smirk combo pulled on the corners of his mouth, “but whatever you have that’s strongest, I’ll take it black.”

“Black? N-no creamer or sugar? Why do you hate yourself that much?” you couldn’t help but blurt it out. As soon as you did, your hands flew to your face in embarrassment as he immediately broke into a fit of laughter. Oh no. This man was going to think you were an absolute clown - whatever chance you had of him thinking anything to the contrary was now long gone, “I-I-I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry...I should haven’t-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted as he calmed himself down, “it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last, I’ve been asked that. You know, you just grow up with it a certain way, you get used to it.”

“Did your mother never let you try different creamers?”

“Something like that,” there was a huff of laughter as his tongue darted and wet his lips. You tried not to stare. It was a herculean task, “I’ll just take that - the largest cup. Ummm...any pastries you recommend?”

“I like the bear claws,” you shrugged lightly, still embarrassed by your earlier guffaw, “they’re always a good go-to. Do you like them?”

“Tolerable,” he admitted as you giggled lightly, “well then, I’ll take your largest and strongest coffee and a bear claw.”

“I thought you said they were tolerable?”

“I did,” he agreed, “but you recommended it and you look like someone I can trust. And besides that, they do actually look pretty good.”

“I do? They do??”

“You do," he nodded, “unless you’re doubting your own recommendations?”

“Not at all,” you offered up a confident smile of your own, “I’ll have it right up.”

"How much do I owe ya?" he pulled out his wallet but you quickly shook your head, playfully swatting his hand away.

"Its on the house," you insisted softly, feeling shy and nervous suddenly, "for bringing me the most amusement I've had in hours...probably days."

“I’ll get you back,” he grinned as he walked over to one of the empty tables facing the window. You tried to calm your inner squealing down as you watched him walk away, quickly facing the other way when once he sat down facing you. As you got to work on making his coffee, you could swear you could feel his eyes glued to you. But every time you sneaked a glance at him, you found him looking down at his phone, a little smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

It wasn’t long before you finished his coffee and grabbed a fresh pastry from the back and slowly walked it over to him, a new flood of nerves welling up in your tummy. He was handsome - more so than should be allowed - and he looked slightly familiar. It was almost like you were positive you had seen him before, but just couldn’t place where.

“Here you are,” you set everything in front of him with a flourish as he looked up at you and grinned, “if it’s good, I made it all, if it’s terrible, I wasn’t here.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he promised, shooting you a wink as you offered a small wave and turned to go back to your station behind the counter. But before you could get more than a few feet away, you couldn’t help but spin on your heel as you faced him.

“Do I know you?” you blurted out, your face growing warm as soon as the words left your mouth. He seemed taken aback for a moment and his face flushed lightly as shook his head, “I’m so sorry, it’s just....you just look so familiar…”

“I think I’d remember if we’d met before. I wouldn’t forget seeing a face as pretty as yours,” he said softly. Completely turning the table as you tried not to completely melt into a puddle on the floor. You bit your lip before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away, “hey - what’s your name, coffee girl?”

You turned around and offered him your name before giving him a little mock bow, “but coffee girl works too, coffee purchaser - or do you happen to have a name?”

“Bu-James,” he quickly caught himself as you raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh too much. His face immediately turned a shade darker as he stared at his coffee.

“Well, Bu-James,” you teased with a wink, “it was nice meeting you. Enjoy your coffee!”

You darted away and to the back as you attended to the pastries that needed to be prepared for tomorrow. Your body was practically buzzing with exciting energy as you tried to focus on the dough and batters, rather than the nervous fluttering in your tummy. Funny how one stranger could turn your whole day around.

“Silly girl,” you whispered to yourself, vainly attempting to ground yourself in reality. It was one stranger - albeit incredibly handsome and funny - and that was all. Nothing more and nothing less. As soon as he left he wouldn’t even remember the fool that brought him his coffee, Meanwhile, you knew he would be lingering in your mind for some time. A heavy sigh escaped your lips before you finally focused on your work.

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It was a rainy afternoon, a completely out of the blue summer storm that had caused everyone to revel in the coolness while you were stuck working. It was even more boring than normal - if that was even possible. You cleaned over the same spot on the counter for the tenth time, glaring at it as you tried to eliminate it for good.

“Hey coffee girl,” your heart practically did somersaults in your chest at the sound of the familiar voice. Be cool, be cool, you repeated to yourself several times before slowly turning to face the door. There he was - in all his golden glory, pulling sunglasses off and sticking them in jacket pocket as he approached, “just who I was hoping to see.”

“H-hey James,” you stammered nervously, dropping the rag to the side as you offered him a small smile. He strolled over at a leisurely pace before leaning on his elbows on the counter and resting his face in his hands. He watched you with a lazy little smile, “what are you doing here?”

“At a coffee shop?” he quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement, causing you to groan before the two of you shared a laugh, “I was thinking a coffee sounded good.”

“And does it?” you turned and gestured to the grinder as he nodded lightly, “coming right up. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be outside enjoying the nice summer rain?”

“I’ve seen enough rain,” he shrugged as he watched you work, admiring your deft hands and the concentrated look on your face, “besides, there’s something I wanted to enjoy even more.”

“Oh? And what could that be?” you topped his coffee off with just a sprinkle of cinnamon, “it was the bear claw, wasn’t it?”

“That was pretty good, but that’s not it,” he promised as you handed him the coffee. He gratefully took the coffee and held it to his nose, taking a moment to smell and inhale the delicious scent, “maybe it’s the coffee girl.”

“Stop,” you grabbed the rag and playfully swatted his arm with it, “you don’t have to pretend to be all nice and what not to get the coffee. As far as I’m concerned, it’s on the house.”

“Even if that was the only reason I was here, what’s the reason for it being on the house today?” he leaned in even closer and you could practically feel the warmth of his body radiating onto you. Where his eyes even bluer up close? Was his smile really that magical? Shit. You were in deep and you’d barely even spoken to the man.

“I highly doubt the shop will dismantle because of one cup of coffee-”

“Two.”

“Fine - two cups of coffee I’ve given away,” you mirrored his position and the two of you watched each other closely, “and besides, maybe the company isn’t too bad at all, James.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned as the tips of his ears flushed red, “I-”

Just before he could say anything else, the bell above the door twinkled and a small group of people clambered in. You wanted to groan and wished you could tell them to leave, but instead you tore your gaze away from James and to the new arrivals.

“Sorry,” you murmured softly as he nodded in understanding. You straightened up and reluctantly made your way to the other side of the counter. Before he could leave, you stole another glance at your newly anointed favorite customer and shot him a shy smile.

Bucky watched you for a few moments before taking his coffee and heading for the door. He caught your eye briefly before raising his arm and giving you a quick wave. You timidly raised a hand in response and crooked your fingers, reluctant to see him go. This had to be the one time you’d had a sudden influx of customers.

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It had been several weeks since you’d last seen James. Fifteen days to be exact. Not that you were counting or anything. Things just hadn’t been quite the same since. Days seemed to drag on and no matter how many customers you had been getting, both old and new, no one was quite the same as him. Everyone was so average.

Before the break in his regularity, he was making it a habit of coming every other day or so, even if it was just for a few moments to say hi and grab a coffee before heading out for work. You come to enjoy his presence, and getting to know little bits and pieces of him. You should have known better than to slowly fall for a regular customer. Sigh.

It was a slow evening, and you’d made your rounds and checked on the few customers that were lingering in the shop, doing things such as studying or reading. You’d cleaned the bar and counters down a couple of times by now, and decided if you cleaned any further you’d wipe them away altogether. You pulled out a book you’d been wanting to get to forever, deciding you might as well make some use of your time.

“Slacking on the job?” you almost jumped out of your stool at the sound of the familiar voice, slamming your book shut in surprise, “sorry, coffee girl, didn’t mean to scare you!”

“James,” you immediately knew who it was from his warm chuckle as you clutched at your racing heart, “y-you didn’t scare me…”

“Hmm,” he was leaning against the counter, watching intently as you put your book away, “is that why you jumped out of your seat and almost threw the book at me?”

“Yup,” you agreed with a shy smile, mirroring his position, “definitely why.”

“You can admit you were scared,” he insisted, “you’re pretty cute when you’re scared.”

“Shut up,” you bit your lip as you studied the wood grain in the seemingly ancient counter. He nudged his elbow lightly with yours, causing you to turn your attention back to him. The two of you stared at each other quietly for a few moments, “you came back.”

“Of course I came back,” he said as if it were obvious he would. You had certainly had your doubts - after all, why would he waste his time coming back to a small little hole in the wall? He tilted his head to the side and gave you a curious look, “did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I...ummm...no, I didn’t,” you confessed quietly, “it’s just, you were gone for a few weeks and then...this place doesn’t exactly seem to fit your vibe is all.”

“I was...working,” he admitted, although judging by the use of the word working, you couldn’t help but wonder what he did, “and trust me, this place is much more my style than anything fancy or whatever you want to call it. I came back as soon as I could.”

“Whatever for?”

“Really?” he laughed as your face felt warm and you hid behind your hands, “maybe it was for the excellent coffee, maybe for the coffee girl.”

“You’re too much,” you said as you reluctantly met his eyes, “you want a cup? I can make you one…”

“I’d love some,” he nodded, “but only if it’s with whatever little thing you do to it.”

“A sprinkle of cinnamon,” you confessed as you pointed to the freshly ground cinnamon you’d prepped earlier in the day. A look of surprise crossed his face as he just grinned at you, “it’s my secret little go, if I didn’t tell you, you’d never know. But it just adds a little something.”

“It makes it-” he was quickly cut off by the loud vibrating of his phone. He rolled his eyes and sighed as you laughed before fishing it. As soon as he saw who was calling him, he sighed again and gave you an apologetic look before answering, “what?”

Your eyebrows shot up as you tried to hold back your giggles at his exasperation. You busied yourself with brewing him a fresh cup and tried not to listen in too much - you were curious but not nosy. Singing quietly under your breath, you had his brew ready in no time. When you turned around, James was looking at you with a guilty little expression.

“Everything alright?” you set the coffee down in front of him as he gratefully took it.

“I have to go,” he confessed, and he actually seemed reluctant to do so, “it’s...work. It’s just...pretty important. I’m sorry...I wanted to stay.”

“Now you’re being crazy,” you insisted, although the idea that he actually came to see you, made your heart skip a few beats, “go and take care of something much more important! If you need a cup of coffee once in a while, you know where to find me.”

“Ahhh, I like you coffee girl,” he reached into his pocket to attempt to get his wallet out. As usual you shook your head and pushed his hand away, “fine. Alright. Let me give you something else instead.”

“Okay, now that sounds a little creepy,” you laughed as he realized his gaff. His face turned a light shade of pink as he reached for a napkin and the pen behind the counter. He quickly scribbled something down as you had a feeling you knew exactly what it was. But you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself…that was for later.

“Here,” he said softly as he pushed the nap towards you, “that’s my number - obviously. I...umm...if you ever want to talk or whatever, you can...yeah.”

“I’m pretty sure I can figure out what a number is for,” you shot him a wink as you grabbed the napkin and pulled it closer. Your heart was practically hammering in your chest at this point, “I'll see you around, James.”

“See you around, coffee girl,” he said softly as he waved his coffee cup at you and started to head to the door, “have a good night.”

“You too,” you said softly as he left under the twinkling bell of the door. You watched him walk away through the windows, sighing wistfully. He came back. He gave you his number. Holy shit.

You looked at the napkin and the number he wrote. It all seemed normal until you saw that he had written his name. Except it wasn’t his name.

Instead of James, it said Bucky.

Who the hell was Bucky?

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You paced around your apartment as you stole furtive glances at your phone. To text him or not to text him? That was the question.

It had been almost four days since he’d given it to you. You wondered if he thought about you. If he was wondering why you hadn’t reached out to him. Your stomach churned with guilt.

After he gave you his phone number, you’d gone home and googled it, along with both the names you now knew him by - James and Bucky. With just those few bits of information, it wasn’t hard to figure out who he really was. You were almost positive that he didn’t tell you his real identity for fear of you freaking out or being afraid of him. But you weren’t afraid - you had no reason to be. You just wished he would have told you in the first place, but you understood his reasons.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you snatched up your phone and decided to just text him. Why not? There was literally nothing to lose. You might as well see where this went.

Hey James. Or do you prefer Bucky? It’s Coffee Girl.

As soon as you sent the text, a sense of regret welled up in your belly and you groaned heavily. You tossed your phone onto the couch and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. Anything to occupy your mind as you tried not to think about all the possibilities of what he could say in response. Or not. Perhaps he wouldn’t text you back at all.

You weren’t sure which possibility was worse.

Pouring the rosé with a heavy hand, you slowly filled your glass. Once you were satisfied with it, you took a long drink and refilled what you had just consumed. Your heart almost stopped when you heard your phone buzz from the couch cushion.

You took another long drag from the wine and almost ran into the living room. You picked up the phone and excitedly saw that it was indeed from James...Bucky? You had saved him as James Bucky in your phone for the time being.

Opening his message, you quickly read it, finding yourself grinning from ear to ear.

Ahh, I gave myself away, didn’t I? Bucky. Call me Bucky.

You didn’t even bother to wait to send a message back: Okay Bucky. You did. Were you going to tell me or was I always going to have to figure it out on my own?

You wondered if you pushed him too far. Too much. But his reply suggested anything but.

I was going to tell you, believe it or not. I just wanted to make sure it was the right time. I didn’t want you to worry or hate me or be scared.

I’m not scared, I promise. Just wondering how I got to be lucky enough to be your coffee girl.

Now you just felt like a stupid fool at your vain attempt at flirting. Cringe. You wanted to curl up and pretended that none of it ever happened.

But to your continued surprise, he texted you back.

And then some more. Until the very late hours of the night where you reluctantly had to tell him goodnight for the time being before you fell asleep.

It was okay, because somehow you’d managed to get a date out of it. You had an actual real life date with Bucky. Shit. How on earth were you going to survive that?

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Bucky was nervous. Gods, when was the last time he ever felt this nervous? He couldn’t even remember. He had a small bouquet of flowers in his hands as he waited for you in front of the small restaurant you’d picked for dinner. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he looked at the time. You’d be getting there any moment. He’d been there for fifteen minutes. Wanting to be early, and also because he was nervous. Mostly because he was nervous. Ugh. He was almost tempted to run away and head home, just because he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. But he also really wanted to see you again too.

“Hey Bucky,” the sudden sound of your voice almost made him jump as he turned around to face you. A smile quickly spread on his face as he drank in the sight of you; you were wearing such a simple dress, nothing too fancy, but you still managed to take his breath away. You snorted lightly when you noticed his silence, “you alright there - cat got your tongue?”

“No, I-I...hi,” he held out the flowers to you and you eagerly told them, inhaling their sweet, saccharine scent, “these are for you.”

“Thank you,” you said softly as you offered him the sweetest eyes he had ever seen, “they’re beautiful. No one’s ever gotten me flowers before!”

“I think it’s time we change that,” he said softly as you tried to conceal some of the excitement off your face, “I’m glad you came...I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.”

“There was never a doubt,” you promised, “even if you had told me who you were right off the bat. See, I knew you looked familiar!”

“It’s a lot for people,” he admitted, “a lot of people just see the -”

“Bucky,” you interrupted him softly, “I just see Bucky. The handsome, funny man that made my day the instant he came in. That’s all.”

“You’re something else, sweetheart,” he said softly as you reached for his hand, “you sure want to do this? You can still say no.”

“I want to Bucky,” you promised firmly, “how about we get inside before you change your mind and run off on me? Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“I’m all in,” he agreed softly, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Me too. All in.”

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redphlox · 3 years

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How Touya can be Saved

I’ve talked before about why I think Shouto will save Touya, and now I want to talk about how. No doubt saving the eldest Todoroki child will be a combined family effort, but I want to specifically talk about Shouto’s role in this because it will be the culmination of his character arc. I also want to tie in how Dabi can make himself seen and understood by crying tears of blood in front of his family. Finally receiving validation after desperately needing it his entire life will be the key to his salvation.

As of chapter 298, Shouto already empathizes with Touya; he feels Touya’s hate and even recognizes Dabi is the person Shouto himself was before the Sports Festival. Shouto is extending his empathy and understanding to his brother the same way he reacted to Iida during the Stain arc in chapter 53, “Todoroki to Iida.”

Having empathy for Dabi’s resentment is only the first step in reaching him, though. That shared rage doesn’t completely validate Dabi’s pain as an abuse victim, which is something Shouto has yet to recognize about himself. Shouto’s anger has always been about how Endeavor abused Rei to the point she had to be institutionalized and not how Endeavor isolated him, physically abused him, and robbed him of his childhood. Shouto probably hadn’t stopped to think about how the other Todorokis perceived their family situation because, like most families in this situation, no one talked about the abuse - Shouto even expresses surprise and agreement in 192 when Natsuo confronts Endeavor with the entire family’s pain. Shouto thinks back to the memory of wanting to play with his siblings and realizes that specific day didn't only stay with him but that his siblings remember it and were impacted by it, too.

Like Natsuo, Dabi knows the root cause of their family’s dysfunction was Endeavor, and while he had a problem with what he perceived as each individual member’s blindness to their abuse, he ultimately doesn’t blame the victims and instead assigns all the blame onto Endeavor. Even 10 years later, he still calls Rei ‘okaasan’, Fuyumi ‘Fuyumi-chan’, and Natsuo ‘Natsu-kun’ because he still cares about them and recognizes all of them as victims of a corrupt hero who never set out to be a husband and a father and only used them.

However, Touya's own victimhood has never been validated - in 301 and 302, it was seen that he was the scapegoat for his family, and no matter how much he tried to earn back his father’s approval or call his father out on his unfair treatment, no one was ever on Touya’s side. His mother told him to look away from his father as an example instead of standing up to Endeavor for herself and her children, and Fuyumi and Natsuo were too young to understand and couldn't relate to what Touya went through as Endeavor's prized heir. Touya needs validation that he was abused and neglected. He always has. He still does.

The person in the perfect position to understand what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Endeavor’s impossibly high standards, obsession with surpassing All Might, and quirk training is Shouto. But in order to fully empathize with Dabi and show his brother that he can relate, Shouto needs to acknowledge that he too was a victim. In 292, Dabi basically asks Shouto to validate the pain and suffering Dabi had just exposed in the battlefield, but his question still stands unanswered.

To reach Touya, Shouto also has to show Dabi what kind of person he is - as in, Shouto has to separate himself from Endeavor’s shadow and establish that he too has been holding Endeavor accountable for his actions. We as readers know that Shouto’s entire character arc has been about asking himself, “Who am I?” Often, children who grow up in abusive households struggle with their identity and Shouto is a perfect example of this. This is why he chose his hero name to be his name: Shouto. He’s learning who he is after years of trying so hard to not be his father and becoming exactly like him - cold, distant, tunnel visioned, hateful. It wasn't until he met Inasa that he realized this and wanted to right his wrongs.

Like Inasa, Dabi doesn’t know Shouto at all. Both Inasa and Dabi knew Endeavor and assumed Shouto would be just like him. Inasa had a valid reason to think this of Shouto of course, because Shouto was standoffish and dismissive during the UA entrance exams, but at the time of the provisional license exam Inasa hadn’t learned that Shouto had recognized this toxic side of himself and had begun working towards the kind of person he wants to be. Shouto had to show Inasa the real him, and in a similar way, he will have to prove this to Dabi. Dabi hasn’t seen Shouto struggle with his identity like we the readers have; Dabi only sees his usurper making headlines and willingly interning with Endeavor. He probably assumes Shouto is proudly training to carry their father’s legacy. Dabi isn’t privy to the nuanced relationship Shouto or their siblings have with their father. All Dabi knows is that Endeavor is seeing and paying attention to Shouto and Shouto seemingly submitting. Dabi has no idea THIS is how it really is:

Showing others who he is is a way for Shouto to process his own trauma and establish his identity. As the son of the #2 hero, Shouto has always had to prove himself to others - that he’s not his father. He’s even had to prove this to himself by accepting his fire side and making it his own in spite of his father repeatedly calling him a creation or a masterpiece. Not being like his father is such a defining trait for Shouto that he feels compelled to tell kindergarteners during the re-licensing exam his life story and his trauma. He literally bore his heart out to these kids because he knew he wouldn’t get through to them unless he was genuine. I think he’ll apply this concept to Touya, too.

The thing about Shouto is that, while he hasn’t reconciled with his own status as an abuse victim, he sees himself as a survivor. He sees himself as someone who managed through a difficult situation and wants to help others get through their struggles too. That's why getting through to these kids was so important to him, why he took it so seriously. These were problematic kids, and instead of calling them brats or trying to intimidate or manipulate them, he tries to get down to their level and relate. Notice he emphasizes how much he struggled in school at first, how his relationship with his father is strained - in his mind, it's something these kids may be able to relate to.

Shouto is someone who sets out to understand and make others feel seen and understood. It's what makes him kind. Shouto probably understands why his father abused the entire family - Endeavor's reasons don't excuse him or earn his children's forgiveness, but it's a reason that humanizes him to Shouto. He himself was a cold, bitter person who now believes people can change if given the right opportunity and self-awareness because this is a lesson he's learned from Midoriya and Inasa. This is also something Shouto can grant Touya: understanding, a listening ear, space to be wrong, and a chance to be seen.

Touya wanted and still craves to be seen, and he has to see in return. He has to realize Shouto isn't his father's puppet. He has to relate to Shouto much like Shouto is relating to him. Shouto will have to pull the same move he pulled on those kindergarteners and tell Dabi his struggles, and then show him he’s making his own path different from their father’s and that the family isn’t blindly following Endeavor anymore or letting him do what he wants. Natsuo has stood up to him, Rei has stood up to him, Fuyumi has admitted to herself she had been trying to play a happy family instead of fixing the internal mess - they as a family will have to show Dabi all of this, and he’ll have to wrap his head around it. He has to realize that his family is different from how they were 10 years ago. This is what I mean by allowing Touya space to be wrong - it’s okay for him to be wrong in assuming all these things about Shouto. Shouto won’t judge him for it.

I've talked before about how the narrative framing as of chapter 309 has set up that a person must express their feelings in a socially acceptable manner before they can be a candidate for saving, and that means crying. As soon as Midoriya saw a glimpse of little Tenko crying, he switched his mentality from "I'll never forgive you" to "I want to save that crying boy." When Toga ran away from Ochako crying, Ochako became concerned and curious. Following this pattern, it makes sense that Dabi also has to show his emotions, but it’s complicated because he can’t cry due to his burnt tear ducts. Every time we’ve seen him cry tears of blood, he’s been alone - he’ll have to cry in front of Shouto and the family for it to sink in that all of Dabi’s destruction and hate stems from deep-seated sorrow and feelings of abandonment. The family does not yet know how the fire that killed Touya started, and they have no idea that Touya’s emotions are linked to his fire and that he died because he was feeling overwhelmingly forsaken and sad. Once they find out, however, they’ll fully understand Touya (hopefully) and recognize they haven’t been understanding him at all. Saving Touya will be difficult because he has to be vulnerable and that's not something he's done as Dabi, but that's where the Todoroki family arc is headed: healing as a family.

As a side note: I’m not saying that the message the manga is giving is the correct one (how you express yourself shouldn’t be a determinant of the help you receive) but it’s what we have to work with. I also think saving Touya will be more complicated than this and will also involve Natsuo, but that’s a meta for another day! ;]

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vintagedaydreams · 3 years

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Hey guys- not a TLNRS update, I know. But not something I’ve been writing instead either! I actually found this on my phone.

It’s not complete- more of a scene. And it won’t ever be completed. But if you want to run with it- go for it.

Sorry it’s so long without a page break.

Warnings: some strong language, talk of suicide. Not as dark as it sounds.

You work at MI6 in the Admin/Research dept. working on cover stories and recon work for locations/marks/etc.

You work with a handful of other people in the dept and you have a good pal in your desk mate: Katelyn.

All of the agents-Double Ohs included - go into the Research Dept frequently to get folders on their missions and their marks. Everybody knows you-everybody likes you. You’re competent and your peers usually have you look over their work as well when dealing with difficult marks or missions.

You jumped on the couch as the door slammed open, bouncing off the wall. Scrambling to your feet, you looked over to see James Bond filling the doorway, blue eyes spitting sparks. You took a moment to admire him, his aura of danger and confidence dark and practically pulsing around him, before you realized with a start that he was glaring at you.

“…Bond?” you asked hesitantly and, apparently taking that as permission, he stalked into your small apartment in the heart of London. The door was shut in much the same way as it was opened and you gave a wince for your poor neighbors.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, voice pitched low and dangerous. You shivered at the tone, though it wasn’t in fear. Oh dear. You were in trouble.

“Um,” you looked around in confusion at the half eaten tub of ice cream and the movie playing quietly in the background, “no?” It was stated more than asked. Especially since he seemed to have an answer to his question already.

“Then you won’t mind if I join you,” he almost snarled, making his way over to you. Your eyes, about the size of dinner plates by now, widened even more.

“What?” you squeaked out. Bond, the James Bond was all but foaming at the mouth and he was going to stay?

“Going to interrupt any plans of yours?” he bit out and you blinked.

“Plans? Um, no…” A low rumbling sounded through the apartment .

“Are you….are you growling at me?” you gaped in disbelief. Suddenly, you found yourself gripped by strong hands, Bond an inch away from you.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” he ground out and the anger that had been slowly building at all his growls and snarls finally sprung forth.

“What are you talking about, Bond?” you growled right back. He blinked for a moment before his face darkened even further than before.

The man stepped closer, if that was possible until you were flush against each other. You felt your stomach flip and you gulped, looking up into his eyes.

Blue eyes stared down at you and the hands gripping your shoulders loosened ever so slightly before he gave you a small shake.

“Katelyn told me about your conversation,” he intoned darkly, an eyebrow rising in a challenge to deny it. Your brow furrowed.

“Conversation? What conversation?” Katelyn and you had had many conversations, the most recent of them centering around the man in your apartment, but you had no idea what topic could have Bond so…well, upset was a bit tame for his current mood….

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t find out?” he growled out, effectively bringing your thoughts back to him. Find out….? Find out!

Your eyes widened. Katelyn wouldn’t…she wouldn’t have told him about your conversation yesterday when you’d said that you were pretty sure you were attracted to 007! No, she wouldn’t have thought that was a big enough deal to tell the Double-Oh in question. Everyone thought that man was attractive.

Then what…?

“You should know by now, that when I claim people as mine, I take an interest in their lives,” Bond continued, eyes glaring down at you. Apparently your silence had already condemned you.

You fought the major blush that threatened to make itself known at his wording. Claimed you as his? Oh, if only!

“Bond,” you started, voice mellow and as soothing as you could make it.

“Don’t,” he interrupted, low and dangerous. You sighed.

“What are you so worked up about? I’m sure everyone’s thought it at least once!” you defended yourself. Really, the only possible answer to his mood was that Katelyn had told him, for whatever reason, that you found him attractive. And apparently, he didn’t like that.

Ouch. There went your pride and self esteem.

“That’s your excuse?” he demanded, voice sounding almost incredulous. “So because everyone else has thought it, you can too?”

“Not quite what I meant,” you muttered as his grip tightened once again. “I just meant that it shouldn’t be a big deal to you! I’m not the first!”

The room went deadly silent and you hesitantly gazed into the glacier eyes above you. You didn’t understand what was so terrible about you finding him attractive, (were you that repulsive?), but he really was making too big a deal out of it. You were shy! It’s not like you would’ve ever said or done anything to him!

“Never say it shouldn’t be a big deal to me,” Bond suddenly hissed and you felt a bit uneasy at the look on his face. You weren’t afraid of him, but you knew what he could do and you also knew that he had a reputation for being unpredictable and out of control. You were in hot water and just starting to realize it.

“Really, Bond,” you murmured, trying to salvage the situation before somebody, most likely you, got hurt, “it’s really not that big of a deal. Can we just…forget I ever said it and you ever heard it?”

His hands tightened on your arms even further and you knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow.

“No,” he answered, voice deadly soft, “I will not forget it.” Suddenly he ripped himself away from you and started pacing the floor furiously.

“Damn it, Y/N! Why can’t you take this seriously?! Do you have any idea, any idea at all, what was going through my head when Katelyn told me? No, of course you don’t. Well, let me tell you something, Y/L/N,” he snarled, “if you want to commit suicide and ‘end it all’ then I suggest you find yourself another job. Because if you stay at MI6, you’re mine and I am not going to let anybody, least of all you, take you away from me!”

Once again, silence rang out in your apartment and you stood there, gaping at Bond.

“Commit…..what?” you asked, mentally going over all your conversations with Katelyn. You telling her that you were going to ‘end it all’ was never part of any of them. YOu were actually quite happy with life where you were, thank you very much. Granted, it’d be better if you had a certain someone to share it with, but suicide? Yeah, never touched on that topic.

“I know your vocabulary is better than that,” Bond spat, finally stopping his pacing. You flinched at the acid in his tone.

“Bond, I never—“

“Expected her to squeal? No kidding. I figured that you didn’t want her to, if our little conversation a minute ago was any indication.”

“No, Bond, I was under the impression—“

“That I didn’t care? Yeah, got that one too. Well here’s a news flash for you, I do. And I will. So I suggest that you take up some counseling because you’re not going to die on my watch.”

“Bond,” you sighed, “honestly, can I get a word in? I’m not going to commit suicide.”

“Damn right you’re not,” the agent in front of you growled. He was suddenly right in your space again. “I’m going to stay here tonight with you and tomorrow, you’re going to a therapist.”

You backed up a step, feeling a bit…flustered, not to mention frustrated, with his close proximity.

“Will you just listen to me?!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air in ill repressed ire. “I am not going to commit suicide because I don’t want to! I never planned to and I never talked about it with Katelyn!”

The silence that descended on you was thick and you crossed your arms against your chest, glaring at the agent in front of you. He looked torn between not believing you and wanting to.

“You never mentioned suicide to Katelyn?” he asked finally, voice lower and not quite so angry this time around.

“No,” you said quietly, relief coloring your voice that he finally seemed to be listening to you.

Blue eyes bored into your own, but you stared back at him, refusing to show anything that could be taken as guilt or uneasiness. You’d finally gotten the man to listen to you. You didn’t want to give him any reason to doubt you word.

You were not going to a freakin’ therapist.

“And you’ve never thought about committing suicide?” he pressed, once again stepping forward until he was in your space.

“No,” you repeated, with only a hint of impatience. Really. Why did he believe Katelyn so readily but not you?

“Then you won’t mind if I stay here tonight,” he suddenly said, eyes once again daring you to challenge him. Which, normally, you wouldn’t. But tonight, he’d broken in, interrupted your coveted “alone with a movie and ice cream” time, yelled at and accused you of shit you didn’t actually do and now demanded you house him for the night.

Yeah…not in this lifetime.

“I do mind, actually,” you shot back, eyes narrowing at the agent. “I don’t need a babysitter and now that I’ve told you that I’m not suicidal, there’s no reason for you to stay.”

You turned to the couch and went to sit back down. “Especially with that attitude of yours,” you muttered under your breath. Really, there were days it was like dealing with a five year old. Pretty sure he was supposed to be acting older than you.

“Y/N,” came the warning growl from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, Bond, you can relax, okay? I’m not suicidal, I don’t want to ‘end it all’ and I’ll see you tomorrow at work.” You finally turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Unless you’re going on another mission…?”

The Double-Oh stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “No mission yet.”

You nodded once, “Good. Then I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” You turned your attention back to the movie that had made quite a bit of progress since you’d been so rudely interrupted and pretended to not hear the soft cursing behind you or feel the glare being shot to the back of your head.

There was blissful silence in the apartment for a few minutes, (aside from the movie), before Bond finally piped up, “Really, Y/N? Harry Potter?”

You shot your own glare at him over your shoulder. “For your information, I happen to like Harry Potter. And you’re not even supposed to still be here, so no dissing the movie that’s playing.”

To your surprise, annoyance, disbelief and, you admit, slight pleasure, Bond moved around the couch arm and sat down not two inches from you, grabbing your tub of ice cream off the coffee table and spooning some into his mouth.

“At least you have good taste in this,” he muttered, blue eyes locking onto yours. It took you a second, but you realized he was teasing you. You weren’t aware the man had a playful bone in his body!

Once you got over your shock you managed to answer back, “It’s been known to happen.” You plucked the spoon out of his hand and took your own bite of the chocolate ice cream. “But this is mine. Go grab your own.”

“Now, now, Y/N. I think you should share.”

“Ha!” You barked a laugh, “Whatever for? You broke in here, remember? I didn’t bust into your house!”

“I would advise you never trying that,” he said, suddenly serious. “Good way to get shot.”

“Bond,” you said back just as serious, “I don’t know where you live and I don’t want to know.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because I’d probably be tempted to come over and try to shank you in your sleep,” you said with an angelic smile.

Bond met your smile with a dastardly smirk of his own.

“Are you sure it’d be to shank me?”

You gave him a shove with your shoulder as you spooned more ice cream out of the tub still in his hands.

“Yup. Perv.”

His chuckle made a shiver run up your spine and you realized he needed to leave. Like, now.

Putting the spoon in the tub, you leaned back onto the couch and turned back to the movie. “When you leave, would you put that in the freezer and lock the door on your way out?”

He leaned back as well, putting one arm on the back of the couch behind you before he answered. “I’ll put it in the freezer and lock the door, Y/N, but I’m not leaving.”

You turned your head, unintentionally pressing your cheek against his forearm. You had to physically stop yourself from jerking away as if burned. With Bond, showing any kind of weakness wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

And he was definitely a weakness of yours.

“Whaddya mean you’re not leaving? I thought we decided that I didn’t need a babysitter.”

“You mean you decided you didn’t need a babysitter.”

“Bond,” you growled and he shrugged. Shrugged! As if you were discussing the weather!

“Don’t call me a babysitter then. Call me something else.”

“Oh, believe me, Bond, there are several things I’d like to call you,” you muttered hotly, “and none of them are particularly flattering.”

The grin he gave made you almost give in and do pretty much whatever he wanted you to. Someday, this thing you had over Bond was going to get you into so much trouble.

“How about we just say that we’re two friends hanging out, alright? You don’t have to call me anything.”

Since moving to England, you didn’t have a whole lot of friends you hung out with, but you were still pretty sure that it only qualified as ‘friends hanging out’ if both parties were willing. But, you’d already missed about a third of the movie and could feel a headache coming on so you just nodded.

“Fine. Whatever you say, friend.”

Bond gave a small grunt of triumph and relaxed further into the couch after depositing the ice cream on the table once again. Your head was still in contact with his arm, but he was warm and solid next to you, so you decided to just enjoy the rare closeness you had with the man and focused on the rest of Harry Potter.

It wasn’t until the movie was over and Bond was putting the ice cream away that the shit hit the fan. Again.

You were in the middle of stretching when Bond came back into the living room, barefoot and no tie.

“Hey, Y/N, you want—“ he cut off abruptly and you stopped stretching to look at him expectantly.

“Do I want what, Bond?” you asked after a few moments of silence, but the man wasn’t paying attention to you but rather looking at your arms.

Looking down, you saw why.

“Wow,” you murmured to yourself, “I thought I had until at least tomorrow before those showed up.”

“What happened?” Bond demanded, narrowed blue eyes never leaving the dark bruises around your upper arms.

You’d never been good with taking things very seriously, especially if you didn’t find them to be a big deal, but even you had to admit that saying, “Considering the work you’re in, I’m surprised you don’t recognize your own handy work,” was a bit too…crass.

But, it’d already been said so you just gave a small rueful smile and apologized.

Figures, the apology would be what set him off.

“You’re apologizing to me for hurting you?” he demanded, voice loud once again. And here you’d thought you had met your quota for yelling today.

You groaned. “Oh for the love of…. Really, Bond? My neighbors are going to think I’m in some kind of domestic situation if you keep yelling. So, shush and help me get the house ready for sleeping.”

The super secret spy agent looked at you for a long moment while you patiently, (or as patient as you could be), waited for him to come to his senses already so you could get some shut eye.

“I should go,” Bond said after a moment. You crossed your arms.

“James,” you said softly, taking a step towards him, “I really would appreciate it if you stayed.”

The man in front of you scoffed, though blue eyes didn’t leave your own.

“A few minutes ago, you couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”

You scoffed yourself. “That’s because you were going to babysit me and thought I was suicidal of all things. Which I’m not. But I would like you to stay if you’re willing.”

Bond regarded you for a moment before stepping forward until he was directly in front of you. Warm fingers gently trailed over the darkening bruises on your arms.

“You’re sure you’d like me to stay?” he asked quietly, eyes boring into yours.

You gave a gentle smile. “I really would like nothing better.”

#james bond x reader #james bond imagines #reader insert

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ayagustin · 2 years

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A work in progress.

Pepa stepped into town square only half-aware where she put her feet, frowning down at the cut in her palm. The cloud above her head, thundering in annoyance, ensured that her path was clear of anyone she might have otherwise bumped into -- a stray lightning had zapped the last person who'd approached and startled her, and nobody had tried again since.

"Juli, do you have anything left over?", she started when her sister's table appeared in the corner of her eye, glad she'd be getting rid of the uncomfortable sting and possible Tetanus in a minute. "I've-"

"-got a cut?", interrupted the voice of her brother, and when she looked up, surprised, Bruno was lounging in Julieta's chair, precariously balancing it on just its two back legs, feet on the table -- much too close to the arepas for Pepa's liking. "Yeah, I know."

She lifted a brow.

"What're you doing here?"

He shrugged.

"I get tired of reading fortunes all day. And Juli's always complaining about us not coming to see her unless we need something."

He gestured to her hand as he said it. She tucked it behind her back.

"Obviously she's not here, so I figured I'd wait for her. And when she didn't show up again, I figured I'd wait for you, since ... well ..."

He craned his neck to peer around her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes.

Bruno tipped back his chair a little further.

"You'll fall over like that, y'know?"

"No, I won't", he said, like he knew, and the smug grin that crossed his face as he did told her he probably did, too.

Pepa fought the urge to kick out the chair from under him, which was somewhat difficult, seeing as she'd have done it without thinking not even two years ago and Julieta, who was about eighty percent of what little impulse control they had, wasn't here, but she managed just so.

If that was only because her cloud darkened and Bruno promptly dropped the chair into its proper position and his legs from the table when he felt the air around them charge didn't matter.

The smug grin was hers now, in any case.

Only until she remembered why she'd come here in the first place, though.

"Where's Juli, anyway?"

Bruno shrugged as she helped herself to an arepa.

"She wasn't here when I came. I thought I'd wait, but it feels like I've been sitting here forever."

He threw his arms back.

Pepa picked at the scab that had formed on her palm; Julieta's food never worked quite as well when she didn't hand it out, as well.

"This isn't like her."

"Certainly isn't."

She glanced at the mountains surrounding the Encanto. The sun was far from setting, so it was far from Juli's time to go home -- and even if it were later in the day, mamá usually got her to help put away the table and carry home any empty baskets or plates.

"You hear anything when you came here?"

Her brother shook his head.

"People only whisper around me anymore. Makes it hard to hear."

"They still haven't stopped that?"

"They want to know the future, and then they're mad at me when it's something bad I see. And sometimes it's not even bad! I could tell them they're gonna get real old, see, they're all bald and wrinkly, and what they'll focus on is going bald! These people are impossible to please."

She glanced up at her cloud, slowly shrinking, lightening, until just a sliver of mist of worry for her sister was left, and sighed.

"Tell me about it."

He clicked his tongue and snuck an arepa -- hardly the first, she thought -- to stick under his ruana, where a handful of rats no doubt pulled it apart in seconds.

She chewed her lip.

"Has anyone come to get food since you sat down?"

"Nah. But it's a quiet day, anyway. Maybe Julieta just got bored. I certainly would."

"Julieta doesn't get bored."

"Yes, she does."

"She'd never abandon post like this, Brunito."

"Maybe not", he conceded.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared across town square, tall and broad-shouldered, the ideal son-in-law, as far as not only Alma Madrigal was concerned, and he looked around anxiously until he spotted them, lighting up when he did so. Bruno peered up and Pepa glanced down, and they shrugged in perfect unison when their eyes met.

Neither of them had seen much of Inigo Guzmán since their mothers had started hinting to him and Julieta that they were very interested in a couple mutual grandchildren, despite the fact that he was one of their oldest shared friends.

Things had been so painfully awkward between Juli and him that it had been easier to just avoid each other.

Now, he stood before them, though, chest rising just a little quicker than usual, nervous-looking, and he said: "Here you two are."

"Here we are", Pepa agreed.

"What's up?", Bruno asked as nonchalantly as he managed, which wasn't very.

"I just saw Julieta."

Inigo scratched his cheek, brows furrowing.

"She, uhm, ... seemed a little off?"

"Off as in our mothers want you to do it, or off as in off?"

The young man flushed.

"Just ... off. I dunno. Y'know this look when she's trying to be all ... Julieta, pretending everything's fine."

The present triplets' eyes met once more.

Bruno's lip was disappearing between his lips.

Pepa's cloud darkened.

#encanto #encanto 2021 #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal (mentioned)#original character #oc inigo guzmán #madrigal triplets #la familia madrigal #pepa&bruno #mywriting #i feel like i never really post here

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snelbz · 3 years

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I'll Be Seeing You {4}

Nesta x Cassian, 1940′s AU

Collaboration with @tacmc

Summary: After Cassian gets injured in the war, he’s taken to a war camp to be cared for until he gains enough strength to return to his battalion. While he’s there, he falls for a nurse that couldn’t care less about his title and doesn’t put up with his bullshit. Once he’s healed and the years pass by, he finds that there’s only one thing he wants to remember from the war, and she’s only a letter away.

Trigger Warnings: war

Chapters will be posted every Monday.

Word Count: 2429

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October 1940, The Autumn Court

Major Cassian Nazari was bored.

Nesta could sense it from where she was, back turned to him at the other end of the tent. It had also been a sign when she came in that morning and he was complaining, loudly, to Madja. I don’t see why I can’t get up and walk around. I’m fine. And bored shitless.

Madja, of course, had told him, Very well, Major. Do as you wish.

Cassian had taken two steps before a wave of nausea hit him from the pain, and he was throwing up his breakfast. After a dose of pain medicine, he had fallen asleep.

Now, he was awake, his pains were dulled, and he was loud.

Loud, and having a one-sided conversation with the unconscious soldier next to him about his favorite brands of whiskey.

He was just getting to the pros of living near a distillery, back in Velaris, when Nesta approached his cot. He glanced over to her and gave him a smile. A sleepy, drug-induced smile. “Nurse Nesta.”

“Major,” she replied, sitting next to his bed. “How are you feeling this afternoon?”

“Feeling great. Ready to get back out there.”

“Really now?” She asked, feeling his head for fever. He’d been warm after getting sick and she wanted to check and be sure they hadn’t missed some sign of infection setting in. His skin was cool as could be now. “So this morning was just a reaction to the breakfast porridge?”

He got quiet immediately and rolled his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” She helped him sit up and checked the wounds on his back. They weren’t healing like she would have liked, but it was also likely he could have used stitches over a few of them. His burns were healing nicely though, even though she knew they still caused him quite a lot of pain. The broken arm and shoulder were the same.

Now that his shoulder was set correctly, it was all about keeping him still, which seemed to be a continual problem for him.

“I can’t sit here forever,” he claimed. “I’ll go insane.”

“You need something to occupy your mind,” Nesta said. “I’ll bring you some books.”

Cassian snorted. “Your romances? I’ll pass.”

Nesta huffed and shook her head. “Has anyone ever told you how difficult a man you are?”

“On many occasions,” Cassian noted. “Mostly women.”

Nesta sighed and helped him fall back against his pillows. “I’ll be back.”

“Good,” he muttered with a yawn as she walked away. After telling her fellow nurses she’ll be back in a moment, Nesta exited the tent and walked to the one just across the way from it, where the nurses slept. She strode to her tent in the far corner and grabbed an old western romance that he would surely read if bored enough, then pulled a suitcase from underneath her cot and popped it open.

The old, folded-up wooden chess board that sat inside had once belonged to her father. They used to play often, before the death of Nesta’s mother.

All the pieces were slightly dusty, but still in good shape. She picked up one of the ivory pawns, wiping it off with the apron tied around her waist, careful not to get any blood or antiseptic lotion on it. Without the dust coating it, the piece shined and she replaced it in its home before cleaning off each piece. She closed the suitcase, carrying it, the book, and a small, foldable tray back across the camp, and into the med tent.

As soon as Cassian saw her, he zeroed in on the case. “What’s that?”

“First,” she said, sitting down and holding the book out for him. “I brought you this.”

His face twisted with a twinge of pain as he reached out and took it, opening it and flipping through it. He paused on a random page and read a few lines. His eyes widened. “This is…explicit.”

Nesta’s cheeks reddened.

“It’s a romance,” he groaned.

“It’s an old western,” she defended. “It’s one of my favorites. It’s a very good book.”

Rolling his eyes, Cassian sat it on the side table, but pointed at the suitcase, which she had set down to unfold the tray. “And what’s that?” He repeated.

Nesta set it on the end of his cot and opened it. “Until I’m needed, we’ll play chess.”

Cassian stared at her for a moment before repeating, “Chess?”

She lifted a brow as she set up the board, on top of the tray. “You’re complaining about the forms of entertainment I offer?”

Cassian hesitated, and Nesta secretly liked that hesitation. For once, a comment made by her actually made him think. Usually, he was so quick on his feet. She liked it when he wasn’t.

“Fine,” he said, at last, clearing his throat. “But, it’s been a long time since I’ve played. You may have to refresh my memory.”

She suppressed her smile, moving the tray just next to his bed, so it would be within his reach. “I can do that.”

He nodded, grunting as he got himself into a sitting position. Nesta made a move toward him, but he held up a hand, letting him know he could do it on his own.

Even if it was just barely.

She laid out the pieces, almost reverently, but quickly and efficiently. She didn’t have to think about where the pieces went and before he knew it, the board was set in front of them. The white pieces sat on his side of the board, the black on her own. She gestured for him to make a move.

He reached for one of the pieces in the front, but then pulled his hand back. Twice, he repeated the movement, before clearing his throat and saying, “Ladies first.”

“That’s not how chess works, Major,” she chuckled. “White goes first, black second.”

He nodded and stared back down at the board. “Right.”

Picking up one of the pawns, Cassian moved it diagonally, as if it were a checker.

Nesta blinked, waiting for him to move it back or chuckle as if he were playing a joke. “That’s not how you move a pawn forward.”

His cheeks heated and she knew he was embarrassed. “Well not all of us grew up as well off as you were.”

Eyebrows raising, Nesta was unable to stop the surprised chuckle from bubbling from her lips. “Excuse you, sir?”

“I’m just saying, only spoiled, rich girls grew up playing chess.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but couldn’t bring herself to be angry at his words. “You don’t know how to play chess, do you?”

“I told you I would need your help.” He wasn’t looking at her, just the board and pieces.

“When’s the last time you played chess?” She asked.

He shrugged. “Never.”

Nesta stared at him for a moment, waiting for an explanation. “Never?”

Cassian’s head fell back and he groaned. “Nurse, are you going to make me ask you to explain the rules to me or do I have to make a fool of myself any longer?”

Nesta pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “Very well.”

She went on to explain the rules to him, then just to make sure she was not setting him up for failure, she explained the rules to him, again.

The pawn can move one square, unless it is the first time they move, then they can move two. It can’t move backwards. They can capture pieces on either space, diagonally, in front of them.

The knight moves in an L shape. Don’t ask why.

Bishop is a bit of a roamer. It can move in diagonally, as many squares as it wishes.

The rook can move both horizontally and vertically, as many squares as it wishes, as well.

The Queen is basically the best, most important piece. She can move however she wishes, wherever she wishes.

Cassian stared at the board thoughtfully. “Hmm. And the king, again?”

Nesta chuckled, quietly. “He can move only one square in any direction.”

“And he decides who wins the game?” Cassian asked, head cocked to the side as he stared at the board, trying to imagine it all.

“More or less, yes,” Nesta said, watching him study the board. “When a player attacks the other’s king, it’s called a check. A checkmate, or the win, is what happens when the opposing king can no longer make any legal moves.”

“So you must protect the king at all costs, then?” Cassian asked. “That’s the purpose of the other pieces?”

“It is,” Nesta nodded.

“And that’s why the queen is such an important piece?” he continued, meeting her gaze. “Why she has the most freedom? To protect her king?”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “Speaking like that, I cannot believe that you don’t admire a good romance novel.”

“I already told you, I don’t think women are meant to stay home and do nothing but become mothers,” he replied, reaching out and moving his own piece properly this time. “However, a boring book about two people falling in love? No, thank you, ma’am.”

“Falling in love isn’t boring,” she defended, moving her own piece.

He grunted in answer, making his move.

Nesta looked at him, gauging his non-reply. “Have you ever been in love, Major?”

“Now who’s asking the personal questions,” he muttered, waiting for her to take her turn. She did, silently waiting for him to answer. He picked up the piece, studying the board, though barely anything had been done to need strategy yet. “No. I haven’t.”

Nesta watched him for a moment before looking back down at the board. “Interesting.”

Cassian moved his piece at last. “Don’t worry, plenty of women have been in love with me, I just haven’t returned the feeling.”

Nesta couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “Of course you would think so.”

Cassian’s grin told her it was all just a joke, but Nesta had no doubt that Cassian had had his fair share of women throughout the years.

“What about you?” He asked. “I know about your ex, of course, but have you ever been in love?”

It was Nesta’s turn to be quiet, but she pretended to be thinking over a move. “Yes,” she finally admitted, moving one of her knights, which had finally been unblocked by her pawns. “At least, I think so, at least. Things with Tom were��complicated.”

“Complicated doesn’t sound like it’s a good thing,” he replied, mirroring her own move.

She narrowed her eyes at him, finally catching on to how he’d been playing. She said nothing about the game though, and continued on. “There’s a reason we aren’t together anymore, if you recall.”

Nesta moved another piece and he asked, “Would you go back to him? If you found out he’d been waiting for you?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, still staring at the board, if only to keep from having to look at him. “His family was much better off than mine, which was the reason for our engagement anyways. I came here to keep my sisters from having to do so.”

“That doesn’t sound like love,” Cassian murmured, taking his turn.

“And what makes you such an expert on the subject?” Nesta snapped.

Cassian slowly met her eyes once he set down his knight. He didn’t look offended by her tone. Instead, he remained quiet for a moment, then said, “I may not waste my time reading romance novels, and I may have never been in love, nurse, but I have plenty of experience in what love is not.”

She couldn’t place it, but she didn’t like why his voice became so…sad when he said it. “I didn’t mean to react in such a way,” she replied, not even paying attention to the moves she was making at this point. “I’m just not…accustomed to talking to anyone about these sorts of things. Especially a patient.”

He nodded. “I get it.”

Nesta nodded and broke his gaze as her eyes settled back on the board. After a moment, she moved her queen and said, “Check.”

Cassian blinked, eyes darting to the board, trying to find how his king was in jeopardy. Once he saw it, he tried to figure a way out of it, but after five minutes of thinking, he knocked his king down in surrender.

Nesta suppressed her smile as she outstretched her hand. “Good game, Major.”

He chuckled and shook her hand. “Nice lie, nurse.”

“Perhaps we can play again tomorrow,” Nesta asked, with a questioning tone.

Cassian met her eyes, and the edge in them softened as he said, quietly, “I would like that.”

She nodded and began putting it away as a few nurses entered the tent with big boxes in their arms. “Looks like we got some care packages from Velaris, gentlemen.”

Cassian’s brows rose, and Nesta chuckled at the excitement that flooded through the tent from those who were awake. In a war, it was the little things that made it all better.

Nesta placed the chessboard beneath Cassian’s cot and rose to help the nurses go through the boxes. With everything they pulled out, there was an announcement.

We’ve got candies!

Homemade breads and jams!

The funnies from the newspapers!

Tea!

Nesta reached into the box and pulled out a big carton and announced, “Cigarettes!”

That one got a round of applause, but nowhere near the number of cheers that the whiskey got. It went on for another few minutes, and then for the first time in quite some time, something that resembled joy could be felt in their little war camp.

As the goodies were dispersed, Nesta’s eyes kept trailing to Cassian.

She was surprised to find his eyes on her as well. Carrying one of the small bottles of the cheap whiskey that had been sent, she found herself standing beside his cot. She set the bottle down on the side table, along with a pack of cigarettes, and said, “Might not be the brand you prefer, but it’s better than nothing.”

“I’d drink anything right about now, brand doesn’t matter,” he chuckled. “If you could possibly get me some of that sweet bread and blackberry jam though, it might make it just a bit easier to go down.”

She shook her head, saying, “You’re unbelievable.” But she knew she would get it for him, she’d make sure of it.

Because his smile was the first thing that made her own appear without being forced in quite a while.

#i’ll be seeing you #snacmc ibsy #nessian ibsy #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #1940s au #period au

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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• Bells and Balls •

[ Kakashi x Reader ]

Tags : NSFW, Smut

Words : 4.8k

A/n: I wrote over 4k words just to get some dick.

Okay sbsbajash idk I'd been working on this for like a whole week and i couldn't concentrate on anything unless i finished this lmao so here it is whatever, I can't drag this around anymore. Uhhh hope you like it I'm still not very good at writing smut im sorry. This takes place in the post Anbu and pre team 7 era and Kakashi’s a bit of an asshole but you know you still love him. This is also a little similar to my other fic ‘Yearning’ but here you get the s e x and i’m sorry if the characterization is bad, i put more focus on making it hot i guess ok ill shut up now i hope you like it

You give the sheet of paper in your hand one final glance, and look around the room. There’s a long line behind you and you’re surrounded by your fellow jounins, each here to submit their respective lists.

You were extremely happy with the performance of your team and didn’t have to think twice before passing them. You had no doubt that they would make wonderful shinobi. You looked forward to teaching and guiding them, and judging by the chatter around you, most other jounins had passed their teams too.

The trouble, however, remains with Kakashi Hatake.

A few weeks ago, you had all been named squad leaders and put in charge of a squad, and today was your very first day with your assigned teams. As instructed, each of you conducted a test for the genin and depending upon whether they passed or failed, the final list would be announced.

No one till date had ever passed Kakashi Hatake's infamous test, and everyone was sure that no one would this year either. Most genin trembled in fear of him, being aware of his strict methods.

And as it happens, at this moment, this infamous man is right in front you, standing with his back hunched forward as he hands his paper in to the woman behind the desk.

You wait for your turn, your eyes fixating on the red symbol on his vest as you wonder, ruefully, about the fate of the students he must have failed this time.

You take a step forward as he turns around, having submitted his paper, and the line moves up behind you.

Kakashi peeks briefly at your paper as he passes, letting out an audible scoff at the list in your hand before walking on ahead, hands tucked in his pockets.

You’re momentarily confused by this sudden act, but something is already starting to boil up inside you. You aren’t exactly known for being placid, nor for sitting by and allowing people to give you crap. Your eyebrows furrow as you hastily thrust your sheet onto the desk, before making your way to follow after him.

“Do you have a problem?” you call to his back as a few heads turn towards you.

He stops, taking his time turning back to look at you, half lidded eyes looking as indifferent as always.

His demeanour pushes you further to the edge and you take a few steps closer, craning your neck to meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

He peers down at you unfazed, completely oblivious to the audience around you, as if they are not even there.

“You’re too soft”, he shrugs. “You don’t know how the shinobi world works” he says bluntly, piercing you with his unwavering gaze.

You glare back at him, your mouth twitching with the sled of retorts forming at the back of your tongue.

“Who gave you the right to—"

But he’s already turning away from you, your eyes meeting with the red symbol of his vest once again.

“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me!” you yell, going forward to stop him, but he saunters on ahead without turning back; his scent lingering in the air as you stand there, watching his figure disappear slowly along the hallway, your fury seething inside you.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

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“Thank you! This is just what I needed.” you chime, digging into the hot bowl of ramen in front of you, your mouth salivating just at the look of it.

You take a big mouthful, revelling in the immediate burst of flavours on your tongue.

“Mmmm.” You moan, “You’ve outdone yourself, Ayame!”

The young girl smiles at you in delight, proceeding to serve you another helping.

You take another blissful bite, closing your eyes to relish the moment.

The streets are quiet around you except for the faint chirp of crickets, as is expected at this hour of the night. It must be past midnight by now, you’re not exactly sure.

You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, the encounter with Kakashi from earlier today had you feeling bitter and edgy. You hated that he was in your head, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like you to be this bothered by some mindless comments from someone. You’d had altercations before, worse ones, but they were never enough to steal away your night’s sleep.

And yet, this time…

You had to do something to take the edge off, ideally punch him in the face, but since that was not the plausible choice, you settled for the next best thing. Going for a run and treating yourself to your favourite comfort food later.

So here you are now, out at night all by yourself. The Ichiraku shop was still open, bless the lords.

You slurp some of the soup from the bowl and let out a loud smack of your lips.

You can feel your spirits lifting, and you’re glad for it. He wasn’t in your head after all, you were just having a bad day, that’s all.

You shift your focus back to the bowl in front of you, moaning and slurping as you go.

“Whoa there, Get a room.”

The sudden interruption of the familiar voice makes you stop cold.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You look up from your bowl, turning your head around to see none other than Kakashi Hatake, standing smug in all his glory.

The strange pang of bitterness is back in the depths of your stomach and you resist the urge to punch that smug look off his face.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake, the all-knowing wisenheimer.” you say, your tone snide. “Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some genin to fail?”

He comes around to take a seat on the stool beside you, a smirk evident through his mask, almost as if he’s enjoying this.

“I’ve already failed them” he smiles sweetly at you. “Worked up quite an appetite too.” He says, looking away from you to place his order.

You notice as Ayame notes his order down, the distinct shade of pink that tinges her cheeks as does, before turning away and disappearing into the supplies room at the back of the shop.

Ugh. What is with this guy? Why is it so….

You don’t realise you’re staring at him until he looks back at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. You supress your startlement at being caught, pretending as if you’d meant to be glaring at him.

“What the hell are you even doing out here so late?” you spurt, trying to sound irritated but it comes out sounding almost…concerned?

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. “I could ask you the same.”

You look away, unwilling to answer. You were out here to get him out of your head, and now here you are, sitting beside him in a ramen shop while the entire village sleeps.

It almost feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The feeling makes something churn inside your stomach.

You dab your mouth with your napkin, before swivelling on the stool to face him. You look at him intently, studying his features. He stares back at you, as if waiting for you to say something.

“Why?” you ask, catching him off guard with it.

“Why what?”

“Why does no one pass your test? What’s so difficult about it?” you ask, gaze fixated on him. You expect him to look uncomfortable but he just shrugs.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious” you reply truthfully, watching him smirk at your answer.

You hate it when he smirks, how his face looks when he’s being cocky.

Ugh.

He swivels in his chair now, turning his body towards you. “Is that so?”, he says through the smirk, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning in.

You don’t know why, but something about his tone and the way he leans in makes it difficult for you to breathe all of a sudden.

But you’re not one to be fazed.

“Yes” you reply, refusing to let yourself crumple under his gaze. Your voice comes out sounding hoarse, and you clear your throat.

He smirks wider at your reply and stretches the next words out.

“If you’re so curious…Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Your heart thuds like clapper clanging against a bell. You resist the urge to gulp.

Was it this hot when I left the house?

You clear your throat again. “I don’t have the time to take part in your stupid games”

The smirk is adamant on his lips, his gaze unnerving.

He breathes, “Do you not have the time…or do you not have the balls?”

His tone is challenging. Or inviting. Or both, you’re not really sure, you’re not thinking straight anymore.

Your jacket is too hot against your skin, you writhe beneath the thick material.

Sliding off the stool, you walk slowly towards him, erasing the space in between you bit by bit with each step, until your bodies are a few inches away from touching. Your eyes bore into each other’s as if in silent battle. It’s your turn to smirk now.

“Training Grounds in 20 mins” you whisper. Despite the hitch in your breath, your voice is clear. “Don’t be late.”

You walk past him without breaking your gaze, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you walk by, perhaps a little harder than necessary, leaving Kakashi to stare after you.

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You sit on the damp grass with your back against a tree, waiting. Your jacket lies in a puddle beside you.

You count the weapons in your bag, you hadn’t exactly come out prepared for a fight tonight. Two kunai knives, that’s all.

Would that be enough to take down the copy ninja? You hope so. There’s no way you’re letting him win. It’s time someone taught him a lesson and you would love to be that someone. The nerve of him…to actually challenge you.

He really needs to get a life. But then, here you are too…

Why am I here? What am I even doing?

You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the hard bark, your eyebrows furrowing the way they always do when you’re deep in thought.

Back at the shop… the way he spoke…the look in his eyes— God, Stop. Stop it.

Who the fuck cares about the look in his eyes?

Not me.

It’s okay. I’m good.

We’re here to teach this asshole a lesson. An asshole, that’s what he is. Insufferable and stupid and smug and ridiculously ho— horrible. Ridiculously horrible.

You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and standing up so fast that it makes your head dizzy for a brief second. You start walking around, jerking your arms and legs, stretching your neck, even slapping yourself a few times on the face to make yourself focus.

Yes, I need to focus. The lack of sleep is getting to me.

You crouch down to tighten your shoelaces, before getting up and starting some stretching exercises. Gotta loosen the muscles, make sure you have full flexibility. After all, taking on Kakashi Hatake all by yourself is probably not going to be a piece of cake.

You look down to check your attire: running shorts and a tank top, not fully ideal but it’ll do.

You’re bent over, in the midst of doing rotating toe touches when your eyes fall upon a silhouette far ahead, nearing closer and closer. You pause, standing up straight with your hands on your hips as the figure walks slowly towards you, a faint jingling noise ringing through the air, as Kakashi finally comes near enough for you to make out his face in the dim light.

“Late as always” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kakashi stands a few feet away from you, holding something in one hand, other hand inside his pocket. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore either, you observe.

“Sorry, had to go get this” he says, holding up what looks like two small bells with strings attached.

You squint at it, coming closer to get a better look. “What the hell is that?”

“Bells”, he smiles. “That’s the test. You have to get these bells from me. You can use any attack you want but… since you’re not a genin, I’ll raise the stakes a little higher for you. You cannot use ninjutsu or genjustu. It has to be purely physical attacks. You have till dawn.”

This little fucker. He knows taijutsu is not my strong point.

But fine. If that’s how he wants to play this, so be it. I’m taking him down one way or another.

“Dawn?” you chuckle, fixing him with your gaze. “I don’t need till dawn” you sneer, coming forward with a kick aimed to his head. He blocks it just as you’re about to make contact, grasping your ankle in his strong hold.

“I didn’t say start yet” he says through a smirk, letting go of your foot.

You take a few steps backwards, glowering at him as he ties the bells to a loop on his trousers. They hang over his thighs with a jingle, silver metal glimmering in the moonlight.

He looks back up at you, eyes twinkling with an unusual sparkle.

There’s that look again…

“Go” he commands, his body tensing up into a defensive stance immediately, ready for you.

You fix your gaze on the shiny metal of your goal and hurl yourself forward, your arms meeting each other’s in blows and defences. You throw a few kicks to his stomach, making him tumble but not enough to knock him out.

You shift your stance, before directing another punch to his face; he deflects it, sniggering.

Okay okay okay, I’m not focusing. I need to focus.

You take a deep breath.

Kakashi stands waiting, his features emanating pure amusement.

You feel a restlessness brewing within you, a strange energy buzzing through your veins. You’d been itching to punch him in the face and now’s your chance.

You watch him, mentally calculating all your options. His silver hair shines like moonbeams in the dark.

FOCUS.

Drawing a kunai from your bag, you lunge forward, distracting him with a kick to the head as your kunai slashes through the air, just about to cut across the strings when— your hand is caught in his grasp, a ‘slap!’ cutting through the air as his palm clasps around your wrist.

He bores into you, your wrist held firmly in his hand as he turns you around swiftly, gripping both your wrists at the back.

You feel the muscles of his chest against your body as he comes closer, the metal bells hanging over his leg brushing against your fingertips behind you.

You wriggle your hands, trying to break free but it’s in vain. His grip is firm, slender fingers digging into your skin as he leans into your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Not so fast” he whispers, his lips almost brushing the top of your ears.

The words send a shudder through your spine. You feel the black sky closing in on you, there’s a hum springing through your veins.

He loosens his grip as your hands fall, the kunai held limply in your hand. You turn around, your heart skipping a beat at how close he is to you. You feel your resolve weakening.

No.

Stop.

Your hand flies to the collar of his shirt, the other hand holding the kunai to his throat as you push him backwards with your body, your eyes blazing into his.

Keeping the kunai at his throat, you lower your other hand slowly, brushing it down his chest, his muscles taut under your hand. You trail your hand down along the line of his sternum, down the firmness of his stomach and further down, your fingers lightly caressing the bulge of his trousers before they almost make contact with the bells alongside, right there, just a flick away—

so close—

Before your wrist is caught in a sudden, fast clutch again.

His grip is much stronger this time, unyielding, hungry. Your bones ache beneath his hold.

You watch something ignite in his eyes as his shoulders rise and fall in rhythm to your heaves. You suddenly realise how out of breath you are.

In the flash of a moment, Kakashi grips your kunai holding hand, holding it away from his throat as he pushes you, the weight of his body pressing onto yours as your feet scrape along the ground, stumbling backwards till your back slams against a tree, the force making your body jolt. The kunai slips from your hand.

His arms pin you defenceless against the tree, his gaze holding you hostage, burning through your skin.

The touch of his skin against yours feels alien. When was the last time you felt the warmth of someone’s skin? You cannot recall.

He’s so close to you, you cannot see anything beyond him.

In the dark, under the moonlight, the edges of his face look softened.

A wind passes by, the sound of rustling leaves filling through the silence. A volcano erupts within you.

Now.

You gulp. Up this close, you can make out the outline of his mouth.

Now.

Your lips press into Kakashi’s in a desperate lurch, your neck straining to meet him as far as his grip on you allows. Your heart explodes like firecrackers inside your chest as your tongue pushes against the cloth of his mask, demanding to be let in.

You feel his grip loosen around your wrists as the mask is off and he reciprocates, his lips on yours, his hand gripping your chin up as his tongue moves in fervent swirls inside your mouth.

A thousand questions swarm inside your head, buzzing but you’re not being controlled by your head anymore. You can feel the thud of his chest against your own.

He trails his hand down to your throat, holding you in place, other hand exploring every edge and curve of your body before it snakes down the waistband of your shorts, down the elastic of your underwear.

You gasp, arching your back as you feel the touch of his long fingers down there, moaning helplessly into his mouth as he rubs along your wet entrance in rapid strokes.

Your head is a dizzy mess of jumbled emotions as yearning overpowers your senses, your previous resolve weakening into a mushy puddle with every stroke and thrum of his fingers inside you.

He pulls away from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, his tongue painting patterns along your skin as you catch a glimpse of his face and you see it— his face, glowing under the moonlight. And you realise.

He’s…beautiful.

An overwhelming ache breaks through your senses, creating a frenzied whirlwind of passion and agony in your mind. Your detestation for him crumbles into pieces underneath the weight of your desire, as you realise…

You don’t hate him.

You never did.

Not even close.

Not even a little bit.

Not even at all.

You pull his face up to meet your lips again, planting urgent kisses on his mouth as your hands tease the hem of his shirt. His fingers slip out of you and you can feel the wetness of your panties, soaked through with arousal.

“Kakashi…” you whisper in pleasure as he looms over you, your foreheads touching, out of breath and heaving with exhilaration. His eyes burn with the same passion that you feel inside.

“We can’t…shouldn’t…here…people...” you mutter in struggled breaths, as he plants another kiss to your lips, the sparks from it fogging your mind

“Since when do you care about people?” he whispers against your ear, his raspy voice enough to strip you off of all your remaining sense and judgement.

You pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground beside as he follows, taking off your shirt and then unhooking your bra, tossing both away as his hands reach for you in hungry clutches.

His hands caress your breasts, pressing them and pulling on your hardened nipples, his mouth following soon after. His lips lock around them, sucking hard as you bury your face into his broad shoulders, biting lightly to keep yourself from screaming.

You sink your fingers into his hair, tugging softly as his mouth moves in a wet trail further down your body, strands of his hair tickling your stomach as he goes, his hands tugging your panties, sliding them down the curves of your hips.

Your heart thuds in your ears as Kakashi sits crouching in front of you, parting your legs. He looks up at you, as if asking for your permission, and you give it to him by pulling the back of his head closer between your legs.

He puts your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you for him, his other hand clutching the back of your left thigh as his mouth teases you down there.

The tip of his tongue flicks at your entrance, before it finds your weakest spot, and you feel your body shuddering, barely able to keep your balance.

You tug at his hair harder as his tongue moves skilfully inside you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit simultaneously. You feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as you moan out his name “K-Kakashi…” through trembling lips.

Your insides shudder and a deep moan forms at the back of your throat, threatening to escape as Kakashi puts his hand over your mouth, before pulling you down on top of him with a sudden tug.

You come down with a thud on his thighs, your body jolting with the force as you watch him in front of you, the copy ninja… bare bodied and heaving in front of your eyes.

Who would have thought…

You straddle him, admiring his unclad torso, before pushing his shoulders down with your hands, making him lie back on the grass as you stoop over him. His eyes are fixated on you, pure pleasure making itself known on his face.

He really is beautiful.

You bend forward, your mouth exploring the smoothness of the skin on his chest, as a strange cold feeling down there distracts you.

You look down, squinting in the dark to find yourself sitting on two glimmering metal balls placed over his thigh.

The bells.

A thrill runs through your nerves as you smirk, glancing up at him.

He’s noticed it too.

His eyes return the same sparkle of mischief as yours as he lies still, waiting.

You press your hands down on his chest, locking your gaze with his as you position yourself over the bells, tilting your head back as you move back and forth over them.

The cold metal of the bells rubs against you, sending tremors through your entire body.

Your gaze at Kakashi again, watching him squirm at the sight of you, his hands twitching to feel your skin.

You keep your eyes on him as you slide down slightly on his thigh, tugging his trousers down as you go. Your hands find the base of his cock as you allow yourself to admire his throbbing length.

He leans his head back on the grass and you feel him getting harder in your hands.

Forming your hand into a fist around him, you move it up and down along his shaft in slow steady strokes, leaning down to bring your mouth closer to his tip, before swirling your tongue in circles around his skin.

His hips tremble as he clutches onto the grass, writhing.

Your lips clasp around his cock, mouth slurping up and down his length, taking your time sliding down to the base and back up, your hands following suit.

You tease him, switching between the tip of your tongue and your whole mouth, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

He quivers and you sit back up, bending forward over his face and pressing your lips on his. A groan from his mouth erupts inside yours as he clutches your hips.

His hands guide your hips back and forth over his length, your lips trembling as he slips into you, his cock finally inside you, pushing into you, filling you as deep as you can be filled.

A new rush of pleasure burns through your senses, your insides stretching as you move your hips around him, back and forth and then in circles.

“A-a-ah...mm…yeah…”, your muffled moans cut through the depths of the forest in the silence of the night.

Kakashi breathes your name, the eruption of your name from his lips enough to send you to a frenzy, filling your heart with drunken fervour.

You moan his name back in reply, hopping up and down on him as his arm snakes behind your waist and he flips you over in a sudden, swift movement, the weight of his body falling over you now.

You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, unwilling to break away even for a second.

You want him so, so bad.

The pointy peaks of grass underneath poke your skin, your nails digging into his back as he nibbles on your neck, thrusting deep, deep into you.

You feel the familiar shudder from earlier again, your mind getting clouded with waves of pleasure coursing through you. Kakashi’s grunts quaver in your ear as you feel his hips jerk in tune to yours.

There’s a tantalizing jolt of ecstasy through your body as you scream out, your quivering voice matching his grunts as you both put a hand over the other’s mouth, your muffled moans melting into each other’s skin. He quivers inside you for a final time before you feel him slipping out of you, as hot wet cum trickles along the insides of your thighs, dripping into the dewy grass beneath.

Droplets of sweat from his hair drips down on you, tasting salty in your mouth. You heave together in exhaustion as he plops down on you, before rolling to the side.

You lie on your back panting, your entire body damp with sweat.

Languor threatens to take over you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, looking up into the night sky.

You see a firefly glowing above your head. You lift a lazy hand to reach it, but it flies away far above, becoming one with the twinkling stars in the sky.

Soft sounds of Kakashi’s breath echo beside you, his foot still touching yours lightly as the both of you lie heaving under the stars.

He turns his head to look at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you try, with all the fibres in your body, to not look back at him.

You know you won’t be able to hold yourself together any longer if you do.

He extends a hand towards you. “That was…”

“Sshhh… Shut up” you say in a slumberous whisper, moving closer into his arm, putting your own around him, your head buried into chest as you feel your eyes getting heavy…not able to stay awake anymore. You feel Kakashi envelope you in his arms, the warmth from his skin against the cold air lulling you to sleep, your mind becoming foggy as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off somewhere far, far away…

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Your eyes open to the chirping of birds perched on the branches above, rays of morning light casting a rosy glow in the horizon.

You watch the half light in the distance, rubbing your eyes, smiling to yourself.

The night had taken with it the black clouds of denial fogging your mind, your heart is as clear as day now.

You turn your head just in time to see Kakashi opening his eyes, his eyes puffy, imprints of grass marking his soft cheek.

You smile at him as he looks at you, lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning” he yawns, tapping over his mouth with his palm.

“I won.”

“Hmm?” he asks groggily, eyes still adjusting to the light.

You hold up the two small bells in front of him, they jingle over his face.

He chuckles. “I don’t think so. It’s past dawn”

“I took them off before. I won.”

He laughs again, his face lighting up in a way you’d never seen before. He looks even more beautiful in the daylight.

“In all fairness y/n, there are no losers here.”

You laugh along with him now, reaching across and smoothening the imprints on his cheek, keeping your hand there, cupping his cheek.

“So, I passed?” you ask, looking at him, inching closer.

He looks back at you, with the same look from earlier in his eyes.

But you’re not turning yourself blind to it anymore.

“Top of the class” he laughs, pulling you closer, nuzzling your nose with his before pressing his lips into yours.

Notes :-

Did I quote 10 Things I Hate About You on a Kakashi Smut?

Yes, yes i did.

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