#was locked behind taking a dog on a ferris wheel date?

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YOURE TELLING ME THERE WAS CRUCIAL PLOT INFORMATION IN RED XIII'S GOLD SAUCER DATE THIS WHOLE TIME?!??!?!??!!??

[dovenymph]

little lune

authors note: inspired by @soulmemesarc birthday prompts!🥳🎂 also this is unedited sorry for any typos

" no no no! breakfast in bed for the birthday girl/boy/angel! lie down, let me take care of this... "

" so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe. "

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you and harrison really didn’t have much in common.

this, you discovered, on your first date. he’d seen you at his neighborhood coffee shop on multiple occasions and prayed each day that you couldn’t see the infatuation building in his eyes, hoping one day soon, he’d’ve built up the courage to finally talk to you.

and you both thank god that that day had come and you spent nearly the entire day tucked away in the corner of the cafe talking about everything and anything.

he loved dogs, liked to consider himself a dog dad, even though the blue-grey staffy he showed you just over one million pictures of, technically belonged to his best friend. you on the other hand, grew up with cats curled up at your feet.

harrison could stay out all night, and did most weekends! very used to having to scrub last nights remnants off his body in the mornings and piecing together the events through blurry instagram stories. whereas, you were much more lowkey. always down for a good time, but couldn’t really stand the feeling of other people’s sweat on you while packed in a crowded club

despite this, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. like he was the sun, and you were the moon.

when harrison first brought up the comparison, you laughed and teased him for being such a cliche but when he smiled down and replied with “just for you, my little lune”

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

you could sleep for hours each, harrison very proudly bragging that his record was 18 hours straight.

whenever you went over to his house, he immediately locked the two of you in his room, receiving many suggestive comments from his roommates about the nature of your activities, but in reality he just locked his arms around you and took you to dreamland with him as the two of you slept the day away.

so it was no surprise that that was the position you both were in right now, the morning of your birthday slipping away like a handful of sand through open fingertips.

soon enough though, the ring of your phone had gone off too many times for you to ignore and you had to wake up and face the multitude of happy birthday calls you were receiving, without a doubt waking your boyfriend in the process.

“mmm, tell them to fuck off” he muttered as your cousin wished you a happy birthday, the phone being passed around to all your relatives.

“can’t babe, m’family’s callin’”

“b-but… we haven’t had a birthday snuggle yet”

the softness in his tone (his teddy bear persona being reserved for your eyes only) practically melted you “almost over, m’love”

five minutes later, the last of your cousins and aunts and uncles had wished you a happy birthday and you hung up, the multiple conversations taking away any last shreds of slumber.

you looked over at haz who had his face smushed into the pillow, his soft, blond hair swept into his face, looking as delicate as ever. his hands involuntarily twitching at the comforter as they called out for yours to intertwine with.

with a smile you cautiously slipped off the bed, but he still awoke anyways, poking his head up like a child. “where ya going?”

“to start the kettle, go back to sleep.”

“no no no!” he whined “breakfast in bed for the birthday girl. lie down, let me take care of this.” he dragged himself out of bed, placed a tender and loving kiss to your forehead before shoving you to the mattress and throwing the covers over your entire body, leaving you nothing but a giggling white sheet.

his heart soared in his chest at the sound as he made his way to your kitchen. he’d only been over your place a few times, your relationship still relatively new. so he tried his best to quietly turn on the kettle and then locate your pots and pans to get started on a birthday breakfast for you.

as he was flipping the pancakes, he started thinking about making a little smile with the strawberries and that brought a little smile to his face.

he barely recognized himself when he was around you. he was so lovesick, so head over heels for you. unlike he’d ever been with any of his previous girlfriends.

your relationship wasn’t in the early stages per-say, he openly called you his girlfriend, and you your boyfriend, but he still felt the need to impress you, he still felt nerves creep in his stomach before every date. the honeymoon stage, as some liked to call it. the comfortability was just around the corner, he was sure of it. but until then, he liked to keep you on your toes.

placing the meal on a tray and walking back to your bedroom, he thought to later tonight and bit his lip. he had planned something for you, something grand. it was a little much for your first birthday spent together, but he only realized that after everything was payed for; but you deserved it. you deserved all the magnificent things life had to offer, and he would fall to his knees in order to be the one to give them to you. so he hoped you would like it.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my darling, happy birthday to you” he sung as you looked up at him from under the covers.

“thank you, lovie. it looks great.” you smiled and he carefully placed the tray on your lap, crawling up next to you.

“anything for you, lune.” he spoke with a kiss to your lips.

that was how the morning progressed, bites of pancake shared here and there, syrup flavored kisses peppered in between.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

haz’s wet chest was pressed against your back in the bath. the room scented vanilla and filled to the brim with bubbles and candlelight.

“what do you want to do later today, haz?”

“anything you like sweetness, you’re the birthday girl.”

“hmm, nothing planned big guy?” you teased, and he splashed a little water on your exposed torso.

“of course i do… but, it’s still your day, you can do whatever you want.” he replied, pressing kisses to your neck.

“whatever i want?”

“mmhmm, have whatever, do whatever… have me do whatever you want… to you” he spoke, voice deep and kisses hard.

your heart rate picked up, sure he could sense it as he pressed his tongue to your pressure point, gasping you consented with “i like the sound of that”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“haz… can you at least slow down???”

“sorry! sorry! it’s not my fault i swear!” he retorted, swerving in and out of his lane.

“yeah well i can’t exactly tell now can i?” you snapped, feeling around the blindfold he insisted you wore

“hey! don’t mess with it! we’re almost there!” harrison looked over at you and worried his bottom lip in nervousness. the location was only down the road and every possibility was running through his head. did he invite enough of your friends? sure you got along with his housemates and coworkers, but he didn’t want you to feel awkward at your own party. was it too much, would you feel too pressured?

he turned into the parking lot and took a deep breath, you were here now, so it was now or never. “can i take it off now?”

“yes, sweetness.”

you yanked it off and immediately looked around, face contorting in confusion.

“cmon, it’s around the corner.” he grabbed your hand and started to make his way.

“i- i hope you like it. if you don’t that’s fine, we can do something else. i swear! no pressure really, this, this is really just an idea. but i thought it seemed fun, so i, yeah, again, i just hope you like it.” he rambled, about to add on another reassurance that you could leave whenever you wanted when your gasp interrupted him.

“woah…” you took in the field before you. fair games, food trucks, rides and even a ferris wheel covered the entire ground. your friends already enjoying the festivities.

“haz this… this is amazing…” your head snapped towards his as you thew yourself into his arms. “th-thank you so much, oh my god!”

harrison knew that if you weren’t anchoring him in that moment, he would’ve floated to heaven. you were so sweet and happy, he was more than elated.

“it’s all for you, babe. let’s go enjoy, yeah?” he said, pride running through his veins at the good job he did.

you found your friends, all giving you bear hugs and dragging you away from harrison to go on rides. he didn’t mind, he got to spend all day with you, and you were too good not to share.

he sat at one of the picnic benches as tom brought over two slices of pizza. “mate, i gotta say, this is fucking awesome”

harrison beamed at him at the compliment. “yeah i know!”

tom laughed and shook his head, “wanna call you a smug div, but honestly, y’should be proud of yourself.”

harrison felt his cheeks warm at his friends words. “thanks mate, i- i’m just glad she likes it.”

tom let out a *whapush* noise, “so whipped.” and harrison just rolled his eyes, but bit back any denials. he was whipped for you. not only did the thousands in pounds he spent for tonight prove it, but the way his heart danced in his chest at the mere though of you, did too.

“yeah, i guess i am” he smirked, meeting tom in a fist bump and beelined towards you.

you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you spoke to your friend, her eyes lighting up at the scene.

“mind if i steal her for a moment?” he asked, giving your friend his best puppy eyes, to which she giggled and shook her head, sending you a wink on her way.

“y’alright, birthday girl?” he muttered, head buried in your neck.

“more than alright. thank you again haz, i really, i really don’t know how i can make this up to you.”

he spun you around in his arms and gave you a passionate kiss, trying to convey all his love through it, hopefully telling you that you didn’t have to make anything up to him, that he’d buy you the earth if it’d make you smile.”

when he pulled away, you stared up at him like he was a figure from your dreams and he thinks you understood him.

“cmon, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”

“lead the way, lune.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the night sky surrounded you both as you at at the top of the ferris wheel, looking down at the city.

“so…,” harrison began. you hummed in response and he squeezed your clasped hands together.

“so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe.”

you laughed and scooted impossibly closer to him, “oh yeah?”

“mmhmm! now remember, i don’t make the laws, only enforce them.”

he began to count upwards from one and kiss your lips. some soft and light, others held out and leaving you a little breathless.

“so many kisses tonight, i love it”

“well there’s more where that came from.” he said, “now where was i? oh right, 16…”

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innocence - 04

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual harassment (please don’t read this chapter if it triggers/makes you uncomfortable, your safety comes first)

A/N:  i do realise i’m on a roll posting every day but uni starts early and idk why i keep writing like i’m running out of time😂 hope you enjoy this chapter. much love xx

* additionally, there is a light sexual harassment scene in this chapter and if anyone is uncomfortable or triggered by it i would skip it. your mental health and safety come first. *

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One day I’ll fly away...

She remembered the very first role she got to play as a lead. She was the standby for Glinda in Wicked. She could still feel her hand shaking as the backstage technicians secured her to the bubble. She could still hear the bubble machine engine rumble as the bubble raised up in the ceiling and for a moment she was above everything - above the audience, above the cast, above the stage itself. It felt like flying, soaring through the gasping of the crowd. She remembered feeling like this was her height, this was her flight but as things went, as she got more roles and as she progressed to the screen as she always wanted, the feeling of flying just seemed to soar, turning her into a creature of air.

Flying for Bucky was something he couldn’t remember, he remembered crashing. Remembered falling from the train waiting for the peaceful slumber of death to come but it never did, remembered the cold snow melting through his jacket reaching his skin. It’s cold. Remembered diving in after Steve, lungs filled with water, heavy suit. It’s cold, it’s quiet. Soaring was only something he could dream of while frozen or when they put him on a cell with a small window. Crashing was more like something he could remember, drowning, pushed to the bottom by his arm, wishing death came to greet him

More powerful than crashing was sound. The theatre was always filled with whistling from men getting a peak at ladies’ legs, women giggling and security trying to keep out children and teens away. You could hear the laughter reverberating from any material, it was electrifying. Her voice however seemed to melt over distorted past sounds, a melancholy while held hands with the old telling it never of its former glory but of what it can be. Bucky knew now why her agency kept her so locked up, all people with a voice eventually fly away. 

     - Don’t just stare at me. - she bite her lip, looking the other way. Did she sound that bad? She thought she sounded just fine in the shower that morning, maybe her bathroom had better acoustics. - Should we go back home? Before it gets dark?

     - Sure. - he got up from his seat, extending his hand towards her so she could jump off the set. She put her hand in his, another hand coming to rest upon his shoulder as her elevated her up into the air before bringing her down onto the worn out floor. 

The walk back to the subway was quiet. People were starting to crowd Coney Island for night time dates. Bucky remembered bringing girls to dates in Coney Island, even remembered bringing Steve along, he just didn’t remember the girls’ names anymore. There were some flashes of what they were wearing but surely those memories were replaced with that of Y/N staring at the ferris wheel as they walked back to the subway.

Once there, her child like wonder of the city that never slept and the city which she now lived in didn’t seem to leave her eyes, sparkling brighter than the billboards in Times Square. The walk back to the apartment was once again quiet, with their footsteps being the only thing echoing in the halls. Soon enough they reached her door, still looking as intact as they left it.

     - Thank you so much for showing me Coney Island. - she handed him the teddy he had won. - Thank you gift. 

     - I won it for you, Y/N. Besides, I think I’m a bit past stuffed animals. 

     - Well, I’ve had my fair share of stuffed animals to last a life time and I insist you keep this one. - she stuffed the teddy between his arms, finding it incredibly adorable how the little toy looked smaller in the middle of his arms than in hers. - Little Coney Island memento. 

     - I should get going. - he changed the subject, gesturing with his hands as he looked at the time on his watch. - It’s been a great day, Y/N.

     - The pleasure’s been all mine, Bucky. - she smiled as she held the edge of the door. She stood by the slightly opened door watching as he turned the corner which led to the lift. Once he was out of sight, Y/N walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her but still holding the knob with a silly smile on her face. 

Bucky reached the headquarters around 11 PM. Despite going the long way home, expecting Steve to be asleep when he returned. Steve had a very mundane routine when it came to sleeping, he could still sleep but he would wait until everyone was asleep for him to go to his bedroom. Bucky didn’t want to have to dance the first day in the job waltz. He knew he cared, he knew Steve wanted him to be alright. There was only one small thing; Steve wanted Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, his Bucky, and he just wasn’t that man anymore. He didn’t like being asked who he was, he doesn’t know who he is.

Opening the door to the living room, he found Captain America himself sat on the big lounge chair, skimming through his list of modern day TV shows and movies. His blue eyes moved from the bright lights of the television to him.

      - How was the first day? - he questioned, regular optimism present in his voice. Steve had remained the same, maybe it was that which made him believe the spectre of the boy Bucky was could be revived. He seemed to forget dead people can’t be revived. 

      - It was good, went to Coney Island.

      - Coney Island? - Steve muted the TV, contorted face expression settling into his youthful features. - I thought you were going to guard her door.

      - She wanted to see Coney Island. Couldn’t let her go alone?

      - Didn’t her personal assistant tell you she couldn’t leave? - he had been noisey, he had looked into Bucky’s contract. He told himself it was just in case, just in case Bucky needed his help. - You don’t want to get in any trouble, specially with agencies. They’re the devil.

      - I’ll take it into consideration. - his skin tightened as he smiled a tight straight line. 

      - Do you wanna stay for a while? I’m watching a series Sam recommended. 

      - I think I’m gonna just go to sleep.

Steve nodded allowing Bucky to return to his bedroom. There wasn’t much in the bedroom, a bed, side table and wardrobe, nothing else. No mirrors and no windows, silence, grey and black bedding, no decoration rather than a postcard his sister had sent him during the war framed in a plastic frame. No glass, Steve wanted nothing around he could harm himself with. It was almost like living in an insane asylum. 

He looked at the little teddy bear in his hands before placing it on the side table, a little smile on his face. A Coney Island memento indeed. 

The morning came rushing like the rain which fell against Y/N’s bedroom glass window. She turned around in her bedding, pushing her knitted quilt up to her nose, the scent of fresh crisp cotton invading her senses. The mood would’ve remained the same comfortable, early morning type had it not been for her comforter being yanked off her without any warning. Through the fogginess of morning sight, she could make out Ms. Olson in her traditional black suit co-ord. She thought it fitting, considering her morning was now ruined.

     - Get up. We have much to do. - she barked like an infuriating dog.

     - But I thought I had the weekend off.- Y/N rubbed the sleep of her eyes, sitting up, quilt covering her body. 

     - You have last mine commitment. Now run along and change into something more ... - he analysed her before gazing her face, tight expression settling in. - Enchanting. 

She left Y/N in the bedroom, clenching her bedding as she looked around the place she’d rather be. Nevertheless, she rose from her bed and walked up to her wardrobe grabbing the first dress she could find and a pair of heels. Her routine during work was different, she normally showered, got her makeup done, dressed and then out of the door. Mechanic, controlled, with Ms. Olson asking her to hurry up. In a split second she returned to the living room, bag held on her shoulder, sunglasses in hand as she prepared to walk out with Miss Olson.

    - You should’ve put some product on your hair. The ends look dry. - Miss Olson commented as they walked outside. She looked around hoping Bucky would be around but it was just her and Miss Olson. 

    - Is Mr. Barnes not coming? 

    - It’s a dress rehearsal. - Y/N froze in her mind. Dress rehearsals were supposed to be better than fittings but after her last experience she really wasn’t in the mood for another experience with the director.

Time seemed to stop, freeze in spot as she stepped inside the car. No noise, no sound, even colour seemed to fade as the car drove faster and faster. She wondered what she could do, open the door, roll over, maybe do it like what she had seen in Lady Bird but the driver always kept the door fully locked and Miss Olson always had her eye on her like Sauron’s Eye.

She looked at her phone in her lap, fingers loomed over Bucky’s name. He was employed by her, maybe she could ask him to come over. Maybe if he was there it would be easier. She sent the message hopeful he would reply, but the text bounced back. Looking at the network, she was lacking all the bars on her phone. Sighing, she leaned against the car seat, looking off the window, dark clouds on the blue sky mocking her. 

As the car came to a halt on the same building as before, she almost had to be pulled out the car by Miss Olson. Once inside, Y/N could see him, she could smell his patchouli fragrance as he wrapped his arm around her. She stood once again in front of the camera lights, muffled cries in her head as she was squeezed into a corset and a then a body con dress. Her eyes were blinded by the lights, behind those lights Miss Olson and Mister Powell gazing at her. Her hand slide down her collarbones to her lap, feeling the fabric as the cameras kept flashing, locking her in a case of lights. 

Once the lights dimmed, she could see them looking down at her, almost five feet tall, mumbling she couldn’t hear as one of the costume designers helped her out.

     - Costumes are looking fantastic. - the director walked up to her, hand wrapping itself around her waist, raising up to lay just below her breast. - Maybe you should try and cut some weight. You would look a bit better.

     - We’ve already started a diet plan. - Miss Olson added. - Not to worry, Mr. Powell. Y/N is fully invested in this movie.

She remained caged in the conversation, being moved by someone back onto the car and dropped at home. She looked around her hallway, wondering if it had always been this cold. As she opened the door to her home, she noticed the jar of flowers the director had sent her on her kitchen balcony. White carnations in a crystal clear jar. She stormed to the kitchen, ripping the tag of the carnations. To my perfect leading lady. The handwriting wasn’t his, probably his assistant. 

When had it all gone so wrong? Why did it felt wrong? Why did the flight felt like a burning crash? When did it all get so screwed up? 

She wrapped her hands around the glass jar, hands trembling, the sound of her ring hitting against the glass being the only thing she heard before a shattering sound filled her mind. It was fast, too fast but she threw the jar against the wall, watching as the glass shattered into a thousand pieces, falling into the ground like small diamonds. She thought it would make her feel better but instead she feel to the ground, trying to gather the pieces together as guilt embraced her. 

    - Y/N?

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in your heart | first date

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, lil smut, established relationship au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader!

warnings: language, mention of smut, jk being in love🥺

word count: 2.3k

synoypsis: jungkook decides to take you on your first date to the carnival.

timeline: takes place right after the events of in your eyes.

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If someone ever disclosed to you that Jeon Jungkook would be taking you on a date, you'll laugh in their face. It was unimaginable to even believe that. Even standing in front of your mirror and checking your appearance for the tenth time so you looked spotless in his eyes, it still hasn't struck you.

But it does when he shot you a quick text that he's near and be set to emerge. And that's how the sensation in your gut tingled more, merely stumbling your mind on how you have a date with Jungkook, someone you thought you'll never be on one with.

jungkook💓: i'm outside cond out

jungkook💓: come*

You inhaled, brushing off your uneasiness. Making your way outside, you watched Jungkook's lips crane up into a smile from the sight of stunning image of you. You were only wearing a oversized yellow sweatshirt with denim shorts narrowly peeking out from underneath that. His eyes travelled further more towards your face, suddenly stopping once he saw chunks of your hair were missing. Your hair reaching at nearly the end of your shoulders instead of near your stomach, where it long rested for most of the time he's known you. Of course, it wouldn't have been an outfit for you if you didn't feature your yellow pins that held back the sides of your hair or your extravagant makeup, that today was a yellow eyeliner fading into white at the end with drawn daisies enveloped along your cheeks.

"Woah," you couldn't help obtain the smile that was flourishing onto your skin. You stopped in front of his black Mercedes-Benz that his parents gifted him for his eighteenth birthday. "You look incredible, fuck, I can't even think right now," you laughed, opening the door to get in. "I can't believe you cut your hair, oh my god you look so good."

"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself," you winked at him, tugging your seatbelt across your chest.

"You kidding me? I look like fucking shit compared to you, my god babe, I don't think I'll be able to drive if I can't keep my eyes on the road."

He really couldn't keep his eyes on the road. Sensing his sight on you, you kept advising him to look back onto the road but in spite of everything they always come across of you. He just couldn't shake the image off his head. Your hair was short and you looked so delicate it drove him to want to take you from behind, equal to the way he did it in the fraternity bathroom a week ago. His palms curled tightly around the wheel, bringing back the promise he made to you the following day to take things slow.

But how could he? You looked so pretty seated besides him while humming the words to the song echoing throughout the car. He wanted nothing more than to be in between your legs, pounding into you ruthlessly while he whispered filthy things in your ears only to be met with your sullen whines.

"What rides are you excited for?" your hand laid on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. It was almost like you were trying to provoke him, to pull over and take you in the back seat but by the curiosity in your tone he could deduce that those weren't your true intentions.

The one where you ride me, he thought glancing over at you in case some telepathy happened and you were able to hear him. "The one where it spins you around while you're strapped onto the sides."

"Of course you would be excited for that one," you giggled and removed your hand, disregarding Jungkook's breath of relief. "I feel like I'm going to vomit just by thinking about it, let's eat after we go on that one or the person besides me will have my food on them." he nodded, shuddering at the thought that it could be him ending up with food on him.

The drop tower and ferris wheel covered in bright colors with the purpose of standing out and attract residents, came into your sight. The big words of the amusement park’s name laying out in front of you. Jungkook glanced to see your lit up eyes, unable to contain his smile from your reaction.

"I swear, amusement parks bring out another side of you," he laughed, parking the car. You squealed happily, feeling nostalgic about being at one. Unbuckling your seat belt, you jumped out the car and paced over to the gates. Long forgotten, your date ran after you.

"They remind me of us when we were in high school. Gosh, do you remember when you practically forced me to go on the drop tower?" you laughed at the memory of Jungkook, who evidently never took no as an answer, I mean that's how he managed to land a date with you, begged you to come with him. He promised to hold your hand at all times even when waiting in line.  After long nagging and promises to buy you more books from Barnes & Noble, you agreed and you regretted it quickly. Your face was stuffed down a garbage can, throwing up the corn dogs that he treated you earlier.The embarrassment came when you looked up and discovered the people staring at you with compassion. Jungkook was nowhere nearby, perhaps holding your hair back rather he was flirting with a pretty brunette, attempting to receive her number.

"Don't remind me," he winced. He shook his head, getting rid of the memory. "I feel like a fucking asshole just by thinking about it. You didn't even talk to me for the rest of the day, hopefully it doesn't end like that."

His wishes became true. The night mostly consisted of laughter and Jungkook being the best boy ever. First, you went to the carousel. Jumping onto one of the horses while Jungkook took a seat right next to you. Second, you made your way over to the ride Jungkook was so eager to get on. Although it appeared scary to just be standing up and bound onto a wall while it spun, it was incredible. The only sound traveling through your ears was Jungkook’s cackling. Tears were brimming in your eyes by the end of it, not registering how hard you both laughed during all of it. The rest was sort of a blur to you, dragging Jungkook from ride to ride and more laughter.

You even faced the drop tower again. Hand resting against Jungkook's sweaty palm, he cautioned you to not look down to keep you from panicking. You kept your sight in front of you, watching the ferris wheels lights glow. Jungkook paid more attention to his feet hanging in the air, rather than the pretty sight in front of him, kicking them high in the air.You opened your mouth to ask him if he thought it was taking too long but before it could push past your lips, you suddenly drop to the floor at full speed. A horrific scream is let out, you don't even realize it's yours until you come back to your senses. Jungkook yelled out happily, legs kicking frantically while trying to pry his eyes open.

That man was insane.

You still thought that when you stared at him while he ate his hot dog, commenting on the flavor and combination every minute. A little ketchup is left behind near his lips, you reached out to clean it off. He stopped talking about how the bread didn't go with the sausage, eyes focused on you. You smiled at him before turning to look at the children in front of you blowing bubbles into the air while forcing their annoyed father to watch them. Jungkook's gaze is locked on your face, observing you munch on your corn dog.

"I seriously can't get over you with that haircut," he grinned as you whined at him to stop mentioning it. "I can't help it. You just look so pretty. What made you want to cut it anyway?" he took a bite out of his hot dog. His doe eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"I've always wanted to cut my hair short," you admitted, moving your corn dog higher so you wouldn't have to stick it down your throat to eat the rest. "It's just—you mentioned that you've always liked me with my long hair so I never tried cutting it so I could try to somewhat impress you. I was going to cut it a week ago."

Jungkook smiled at you when your cheeks flushed. "I do like you when your hair is long, it reminds me when we first met," he watched as your smile surfaced. "Your hair was fucking long when we met and overtime it kept getting shorter. But I don't care about how you look. You could be bald and I'll still want to be with you. Even though I won't have anything to hold on to when I fuck you, I'll have a plunger—"

"Okay, shut the fuck up you just ruined the mood," you rolled your eyes while Jungkook laughed at his own joke. He finished the last of corn dog. "Come on, let's go ferris wheel."

"Oooooo, are we going to be making out when we get to the top?" he's quick to grasp onto your hand, holding it tightly around his larger one. He's half joking but is serious about it. It's been a week since the frat party and his body was begging to touch you.

"No. I don't kiss on the first date," you smirked and walked in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed. So you weren't giving to fulfill his cravings of being able to feel you again.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't kiss on the first date? But you let me fuck you before the first date so it doesn't really matter."

"Actually it does. Remember what we said?" you glanced behind you to make sure he can hear you. "We said we'll takes things slow."

"I've waited too long," he whined, stomping on his feet and resembled a little child.

You shook your head, lining up to have a turn on the ferris wheel. Jungkook looked down at his feet, playing with the little pebbles. "Aren't you cold?" his sight on your exhibited legs, remembering how they looked spread out for him. "You should've worn some sweatpants or something that doesn't leave you freezing."

His concern over you being cold only expanded your smile even more. "I'm fine, Jungkook," he frowned at your response but kept nagging you about how you should've put something more comfortable on. "It is, they're extra stretchable," you moved along the line.

"They must be, for them to fit around your ass," you squealed when he pinched your butt. He earned a glare from the lady behind you but his attention was solely on you. You batted his hands away before giving him a warning to keep his hands to himself. You move forward leaving Jungkook behind. He called out your name and you turned around. He's pointing to the height requirement sign with a huge arrow where all passengers must stand at. "I don't think your short ass can get on," he joked. You sent him the middle finger, facing forward.

You remained like that until you were hopping onto one of the passenger car, Jungkook following close behind. His shoulder pressed up against yours as he pulled you closer. The two of you moved up, waiting for other people to get on before it could actually could commence.

Jungkook rocked the car back and forth slightly. You whined and slapped his chest but he only laughed at you and continued doing so. "Stop doing that, you know I'm not good with heights," you both looked out of the car, watching the lights from the amusement park light up.

The ferris wheel began moving, taking you back slightly. The neon colors popping out in the dark. The children holding their glow sticks and other toys that lit up can be seen from where you're seated. Jungkook pulled out his phone, aiming it towards it all.You squealed and hid your face when his camera travelled over to you. His laughter was enveloping your hearing and you felt like the teenager all again who had a fat crush on him and just enjoyed spending time with him.

He put his phone away, telling you he'll stop taking pictures. Peeking out from behind your hands, you saw that he's already smiling at you. "I can't fucking believe I managed to win you over," there's a huge lump on his throat but he forced his words out anyway. "I swear to god I won't fuck this up. I really want to be with you and I'm so sorry for not reciprocating your feelings earlier, it would've saved us a lot of time."

"Shh," the cart finally stopped at the top. "We have all the time in the world now. It's okay, we're okay now." Jungkook stared down at you, begging on the inside for a kiss. The timing was perfect, you were at the top, it would be like a perfect romantic first date story when he tells his family and friends about it.

You leaned forward to meet his lips, hand gripping onto the back of his nape. His lips moved furiously against yours, the car beginning to move once again. He pulled away, mind coming down from the blissful state he was in. Jungkook stared into your eyes before breaking out into a smile. He wondered if it's a dream, if he'll wake up from it anytime now and go back to just being your friend.

It really wasn't however, you were finally in his arms.

a/n: the only reason why i wrote in your eyes is so i can create a drabble series of the couple so i’m happy that i’m finally doing it🤧

[retrievablememories]

date night | mark

title: date night pairing: mark x black!reader genre: fluff, non!idol au request: “I was wondering if you could do something about a first date with mark (and black reader). I don’t really care what the date is, you can choose” word count: 2.9k warnings: none that i can think of except some cursing a/n: iu’s “friday” is a very cute song and i think it could fit with this. on another note, tumblr & my computer hate me and erased the changes i made to this twice, so if there are errors bare with me...i’ll fix them later

“Do you think this outfit is okay?” you ask your friend over FaceTime, scanning the camera across your form so she can see what you’re wearing. “I don’t know. It’s just the fair, right? So it shouldn’t be anything too fancy...but…”

“Girl, it’s more than okay. Knowing Mark, he’ll like literally anything you wear. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

You hold the phone back up to your face again, giving your friend a skeptical look. “You better be telling the truth. You’re the one who arranged all this!”

“I didn’t arrange shit, I just gave Mark a little nudge in the right direction! You should thank me, he might've never asked you out on his own, the poor boy.” Your friend lies back on her bed and reminisces on her matchmaking skills, clearly pleased with her work this time—even though neither of you have any idea if the date will go well. Well, she already has her mind made up, but you can be a little harder to convince.

You hope it goes well, anyway. You really do like Mark, and you want things to work out with him tonight. You’ve never hung out with him alone before; it’s always been with a group of your friends, and your conversations with him were usually carried by the help of your friend’s interjections or Haechan’s jokes. 

For a while, you just figured that Mark was shy around new people, but he soon warmed up to your other friends who he hadn’t known before. But he still struggled to have a decent conversation with you. 

You didn’t understand any of it at first. You even thought that maybe he didn’t like you and was just terrible at hiding it. But after your friend got tired of seeing you angst over him, she let you in on what was really happening—he had a crush on you, too.

Now, you’re here—about to have your first date with Mark Lee and completely nervous about it, to say the least. You sigh at your friend’s smug expression.

“I’d hardly call what you did a nudge, but alright. Whatever you say, best friend.”

You know Mark and Haechan’s apartment complex is not far from yours, and yet it still catches you by surprise when you hear the knock on your front door. “Oh Lord, that’s probably him, I have to go!!” Your friend barely gets to say goodbye before you’ve ended the call. You scramble to grab your things and give yourself another once-over in your mirror before hurrying down the hall to open the door.

You stop at the door for a few moments and try to relax, attempting to make it seem like you weren’t rushing. Then you open the door to Mark standing on the other side.

“Hi Mark,” you say as naturally as possible, even though you’re practically jumping on the inside. He’s so handsome and cute that it’s unbelievable, even just standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking bashful and equally eager.

“Hi Y/N. You look really pretty today...I mean, you look pretty everyday, but today you’re especially, uh—a-adorable.”

“Thank you.” Your face is hot from his compliments, and you’re glad that he can’t tell past your brown skin. You step outside and lock the apartment door after you, turning to him with your heart beating wildly in your chest. “Are you ready?”

“Born ready,” he replies.

The place where the fair is being held is only a couple of streets over from where you live, so you both had already decided to walk there while planning the details of the date. You’re thankful it’s a nice summer night, not too hot or cold, though you’re both wearing jackets; it’s at the point of the season where the night starts getting chilly.

You and Mark make small talk on the way there, talking about casual stuff like what you did this week and what TV shows you watched the other night. He seems less nervous about talking to you than he is when you’re in a group with the others, but you can tell there is still some anxious energy around him.

Which doesn't really bother you, because you feel the same way and would rather be nervous together than anxious alone.

You can tell you’ve reached the fairgrounds when you start seeing more people gathered around and hear the loud festival music and screams of excitement; there’s already a considerable line to get in.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a minute,” you say, turning to Mark, though you aren’t really upset about it.

“That’s okay, I can be your entertainment until we get in.”

“Oh really? What are you gonna do, The Amazing Mark?”

“Whoa! That actually has a nice ring to it.”

“I know, right? Maybe you could use it as your performer name...so, Mr. Lee, how are you gonna impress me tonight?”

Mark decides to come up with a little freestyle rap on the spot, and you giggle at his enthusiasm. When he’s done, you give him a round of applause.

“Maybe you should be a rapper, you’re actually really good, you know.”

Mark feigns shock, pretending to be offended, and you laugh more. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

“Well, you—” You’re interrupted when someone behind you clears their throat loudly—the line has already moved up and you didn’t notice it. You grab Mark’s arm and pull him along with you. You decide to keep your hand there, looping your arms together. Mark blushes at that, a bashful smile on his face though he tries to hide it, not wanting to seem inexperienced.

When you finally get your tickets and go in, you and Mark debate over which rides to try first. You convince him to ride the huge looping rollercoaster, though he’s more than a little apprehensive about it. You can practically see the sweatdrops gathering on his forehead.

“Are you sure? If we get on the most exciting ride right away, the rest will seem boring…” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure! But, you don’t have to get on if you’re too scared.” You tease him, letting go of his arm and walking towards the ride by yourself. “You can stay here!”

“No way—I-I’m not scared! You’re not leaving me behind,” Mark catches up with you as you go over to the ride and you smirk to yourself, glad that your reverse psychology worked.

You and Mark end up going on most of the rides the fair has to offer. You laugh at him once you both get off the rollercoaster, his hair windswept and sticking up in different directions. The ferris wheel makes you a bit dizzy, especially when you reach the very top, but Mark distracts you from the height by pointing out how pink the sky looks from this angle. The sun is close to setting, and its shining rays make Mark’s hair and eyes look like they’ve been set ablaze with warm, brown light. He looks back at you, and you abruptly bring your gaze up to the pink sky, pretending as if you weren’t staring at him the whole time.

Even the merry-go-round is fun with Mark pretending like he’s in the middle of a classic Western, riding his noble steed and playing the part of a brave, handsome cowboy.

You eventually take a food break when you get hungry, and you’re secretly thankful for the pause; your head’s spinning with how many rides you’ve been on. You don’t know the last time you’ve had this much fun at a fair, though, and you’re grateful for the change in your usual routine.

While you’re walking around the fairgrounds, you spot one of those ring toss games where you have to hit a certain number of bottles to win a prize. Mark notices your interest.

“Do you wanna play?” he asks.

“Hmm, maybe…” you say, your eyes drifting along the wall of prizes they have. One of them is an adorable stuffed dog with its little red tongue hanging out, and you immediately fall for it. You turn to Mark with your eyes shining. “Hey, Mark…”

He laughs, already one step ahead of you. “I’ll try it, then.”

In the end, Mark only gets the ring around 2 bottles. You giggle all the while, watching him give his best throws and still miss. 

“Hmm, that was just a warm-up round,” Mark insists once the game ends and he still hasn’t made any more wins. He cracks his knuckles and does an exaggerated stretch. “Check this out.”

“Oh, if you say so…” You smile as you watch him go for another round. The employee manning the game gives him a half skeptical, half amused look but lets him have another try. Unfortunately, the results are the same—he manages to get rings around two of the bottles while the rest remain untouched.

You walk up to Mark and pat him on the back once the game is over, and he gives you a sheepish smile in return. “Sorry, Y/N...I tried.” He turns back to the employee. “What kind of prize can I get with that?”

They pick a small keychain off the wall and hold it up. It’s a tiny replica of your city, with the name of it written in blocky, fun letters. “Pretty much this.”

“I’ll take it.” You hold your hand out for it and the employee passes it over. You give them a smile in return and look back at Mark, holding the keychain safely in your palm. “Let’s go! I don’t think we’ve tried the Tilt-a-Whirl yet...”

You and Mark don’t leave the festival until well after dark, and it’s a half hour to 10 when you check your phone. Even though it’s so late already, you’re still buzzing with energy and ready to hop to the next best thing. Mark seems to feel the same way, talking excitedly about all the things you saw and did at the fair.

His eyes sparkle with excitement, and it’s like his sheer elation transfers to you. Sometimes you wonder how he can manage to still be so childlike, but it’s endearing. The keychain sits safely in your purse, attached to your key ring where you clipped it immediately after getting it.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself today...even though I couldn’t get the stuffed dog you wanted.” Mark bites his lip.

You shake your head. “No, I had so much fun, that doesn’t matter! Really. Anyway, it’s not everyday you can go on a million rides in a night.”

“Forreal. Actually, I think might have permanent vertigo after this...”

You pause as a few drops of water hit your skin. They seemingly come out of nowhere, and it’s hard to tell if the sky is cloudy or not from the cover of night. But as more start hitting your skin, there’s no doubt about it—it’s rain. 

“It’s raining,” you gasp, and you barely have time to say anything else before the droplets start coming down harder. “Shit, my hair!”

To your surprise, Mark sheds his jacket and holds it over your head, pulling you closer. “We should make a run for it before it gets worse.”

“Where are we gonna go? Everything’s closed at this time of night,” you ask, but Mark is already pulling you along with him, and you can only speed up your pace to catch up.

“Whatever shelter we can find!”

Just like he predicted, the rain turns into a downpour and the water quickly permeates into your clothes, making you sticky and a little cold. You scream but keep running, not wanting the alternative of standing there and getting even more drenched.

You and Mark find a nearby coffee shop that’s still open and duck into it, shaking off as much rain as you can. You’re a little too soaked for it to be effective, but you’ll dry off eventually. One of the workers gives you both a weary look from behind the counter, and you know they’ll probably have a time cleaning the water up later.

You and Mark stand at the front counter and order your drinks, then take turns laughing at each other’s reflections in the counter’s metal surface. Your hair managed to avoid the worst of the water thanks to Mark’s noble move, but his own strands are plastered to his head. You nervously brush a few of them away from his forehead, saving him from the slow drips of water that keep falling in his eyes.

“You good?” you ask. You want to feel sorry for him, but you can’t stop yourself from cracking a grin at how cute and disheveled he looks. Like a soggy puppy.

“I’m fine,” he says, taking your hand that was just in his hair. “It’s just a little water...we can stay here until it stops raining, anyway. Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright.” You nod in agreement, not knowing quite what to say—you’re a little distracted by his hand holding yours. When you get your drinks, he lets go of you to take both cups, and you’re momentarily disappointed by the lack of contact.

You go to sit down at a small table near the window. It offers a clear view of the rain still pattering on the roads, and you watch cars kick up puddles of water as they drive past.

“That was kinda fun,” you say after taking a sip of your drink. You give a pleasant sigh at the feeling of the drink warming you up on the inside. “I mean, not so much the ‘getting soaked’ part...but the whole thing sorta reminds me of those romcoms.”

Mark cringes and laughs. “Are you into those kinda movies?

“It’s not a crime! They’re cute sometimes.”

“Is that a roundabout way of saying you want to be kissed in the rain? ‘Cause like, I-I’m up for it if you are,” Mark’s attempt at flirting is made unintentionally hilarious by him stammering midway, and you hide your face in your hands.

“Oh my God,” you groan. “You are really something else.”

Thankfully, the rain lets up just as the coffee shop starts closing up. You and Mark dispose of your cups and walk back outside, heading towards your apartment complex. You’re surprised at how much rain came down in such a small amount of time—the sidewalks and streets are completely waterlogged, and some of the water soaks into your shoes as you walk through the puddles. It’s still sprinkling a bit, but that’s better than being drenched.

The walk back is pleasantly quiet, the both of you finally having burned off the last of your remaining energy. You’re soon back at your apartment—maybe more quickly than you wanted to be—and standing in front of your door. You step away to look at Mark, pressing your back against the apartment door.

“So, I guess this is it?” You’re suddenly nervous again, unsure how the date is going to end—or how it should end. Will there be a kiss? Will he want to see you again? You’re sure he had a good time with you, but self-doubt can be a cruel mistress.

“I guess so,” Mark echoes. “Um, I—well, uh…” He seems like he wants to say something, but he gets a little stuck on the words.

“Maybe we should stop being so nervous around each other,” you blurt out, feeling your skin warm with embarrassment. Mark nods, scuffing his shoes along the floor.

“It’d probably be less awkward,” he admits, throwing you a nervous glance. 

You shrug, trying to seem more nonchalant than you feel. “I enjoyed myself, though. And, y-you know, I definitely wouldn’t mind going on another one…if you’re up for it?” You look at Mark from below your eyelashes, and he meets your eyes too, a cute grin spreading across his lips.

“Of course! Y-yeah, absolutely, we can text each other about it.”

“Great!” You clasp your hands together, racking your brain for something else to say. Lucky for you, Mark helps you out by asking,

“Can I....kiss you?”

Your breath hitches and you look at him with wide eyes. “Y-yes.”

Mark steps closer to you and his hand goes to your waist. You’re almost afraid you’re going to melt from all the different emotions you’re feeling, but you try to keep a steady expression as his face moves closer to yours. When he kisses you, his lips are gentle and sweet, like him.

You both smile shyly when you pull away, until you finally remember you’re standing outside your apartment door and need to unlock it. “Ah, right…” You unlock the door and step inside, looking back at Mark once you do. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You give him a small wave, and he returns it.

“See you.”

You allow yourself to let out the breath you were holding once you get to your bedroom. You want to throw yourself on the bed, but your clothes are still wet, so you opt for screaming into a nearby pillow. After dancing around the room for a moment or two, you dig into your purse so you can text your friend, and your hand bumps into your key ring.

You pull it out and look at the little keychain again, holding it carefully between your fingers and studying its design. It’s tiny, but it’s cute and wonderful and it reminds you of Mark, making little butterflies rise up in your stomach. It’s perfect.

[fleckcmscott]

Fun and Only

Summary: During a night out, Y/N and Arthur bump into someone from Arthur’s past. Y/N tries to decipher him.

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 4,088

A/N: This was a request from the sweet, kind @imdeaddear2! I hope you like it! Thank you for making the request, because I never would have written this scenario without it. 😀 Special thanks to @arthurflecc for the beautiful intro pic! Also, thanks to @hhandley80​ for reviewing the exchange in the middle section!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

"Y/N, it's little league season. Know what that means?"

Needing to finish the paragraph she was reading, Y/N raised a finger. The dense case on her desk was a tough assignment; she'd been toiling at it most of the morning. She liked her new position. Truly. But the pace at which she prepared files was slower than she would have preferred. The particulars of labor laws were, well...laborious. Reviewing evidence types she wasn't familiar with took time. It made her impatient. Anxious to soak up all the information she could get her hands on.

But, she supposed, no longer being plagued by guilt for indirectly supporting the Waynes was worth the learning curve.

Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her ankles, swinging her foot back and forth as she regarded Terry. While he was incredibly friendly, chatting with everyone and anyone, they remained acquaintances. Periodically, she conferred with him over a motion or sought to get his opinion about the upcoming mayoral election. ("I've seen Wayne's legal bullshit. He's not getting my vote.") Those discussions didn't go far. Usually, he tried to bond over parental matters - she and Arthur didn't even have a plant.

She could tell this was going to be another attempt. "You're doing a fundraiser and I should buy chocolate bars?" she asked.

"Even better." Digging into his too-tight pants pocket, he retrieved a checkbook-sized pamphlet. "The Gotham Squires are selling these to charter a bus for the All-Stars tournament. They're the number two team in the state!" He shoved a photo of his kid at her.

She murmured a polite, "He's all grown-up." He spoke of the team's new uniforms and his nine-year-old's batting average. Half-listening, she flipped through the booklet. It was a coupon collection, mostly two-for-one sales at various restaurants and vouchers for discounted movie tickets, good on weekdays only. They were quite pricey at fifteen dollars apiece. But she was inclined to buy one. The savings might help Arthur practice letting go of his wallet. Allow him to stop worrying about money and indulge a little, the way he deserved.

What made the cash fly from her purse to Terry's palm was the certificate in the back: a half-off deal for Amusement Mile. Satisfaction was written all over her face as she studied the yellow cardstock's terms and conditions, the outline of a circus tent, the faded ink encouraging her to "Enjoy the Ride!" Coming from a rural area, she'd never gone to an amusement park. One had been four or so hours east, but her father had preferred to stay close to home, fearing he might be needed in an emergency.

The annual county fair had been a must. Everyone had worn his or her Sunday Best, the occasional breeze kicking up dirt as they toured the fairground. The rides had been creaky, unsound, and should have been reported to the local safety commission. She'd gone on the Tilt-A-Whirl and the giant slide, waving at her parents and hanging onto her burlap sack. One year, Mabel had screamed and cried until Y/N grabbed her hand and led them out of the house of mirrors.

Swinging the mallet as hard as he could, her father had impressed her mother with the strongman game. The puck wouldn't hit the bell. Doily and needlework competitions had been her mother's purview, crafts Y/N had practiced but quickly tired of. She'd preferred the pie contest. Her mouth had watered, hankering for a taste of the first-place winner. The agricultural exhibits had been the largest section, with its prized horses, pigs, and chickens. She'd broken the rules and stuck her fingers in the rabbit cages to feel their soft fur; she'd been bitten once.

Wistfulness wasn't the only reason the theme park appealed to her. There was Arthur's history with it. He kept a postcard of the Ferris wheel pinned to the divider in his writing nook. And he'd described some of the odd jobs he'd done. Carrying boxes of merchandise, filling in for other clowns, picking up litter (and keeping the returnables). It hadn't been steady, merely hours offered to him if he'd inquired. But it'd given him pocket change. Enough to buy cigarettes and keep the utilities on for another month.

The week had been warm up till now, and the good weather was expected to continue. He loved taking her to new corners of the city, had ever since their first date. Introducing her to his old stomping ground wouldn't take a lot of convincing.

When she got home, he was perched on the sofa, clad in a thermal shirt and a pair of her too-short pajama bottoms. (A funny combination that meant their laundry was in the machine.) Elbows on his knees, journal on the coffee table, and pen at the ready, his concentration was plain to see. The discipline he had to pursue his dreams, the way he studied comedy specials on TV was admirable. She got a glass of water and smiled at his ill-timed laughter. That he didn't understand the host's humor was logical. Roasts were usually unkind. While Arthur's jokes weren't always funny, they weren't mean-spirited.

She crouched next to him, peppered kisses along his shoulder. His damp curls brushed her cheek, and she breathed in the zesty musk of his shampoo. "I wouldn't waste too much effort on this guy," she said. Her caress followed the freckles on his bare forearm, feeling the muscle flutter under her fingertips. "He's kind of an asshole."

"The audience helps me figure out the timing." He muted the television, lips quirking. "You like some of his songs."

"He makes a better singer than comedian," she rebutted with a peck.

They went over their respective days, how his earlier appointment went, the paperwork she'd done. Tuna casserole was their choice for dinner, and Arthur put on an LP while they cooked. Once the dish was in the oven, she hugged him close. "I have an idea for Thursday night." She went over the Amusement Mile discount, enthused about his expertise, reveled in how her praise softened his features and brightened his eyes. "I'd love it if you took me around. Taught me all the magic behind the scenes. And I'm dying to see where you do your street performances." She massaged the nape of his neck. "Maybe I'll stop by and give you a tip."

Crooked tooth peeking out, he nodded. Then he grasped the counter on either side of her hips and pressed his forehead to hers. "That sounds great."

~~~~~

A small memorial flowerbed, filled with alternating swirls of white gardenias, purple pansies, and yellow daffodils, was situated just beyond the park's main entrance. The marble fountain bubbling in the center reminded Y/N of a bird bath. It was modest, from a bygone era in which the wealthy hadn't dared to flaunt their fortunes for fear of strikes. The bronze plaque declared the city's thanks to Benjamin Wayne for funding Amusement Mile's construction during the height of Gotham's industrial boom. Before most of the factories had fled. Before times had become tough for the majority Gothamites. It was annoying, how the Waynes had their fingers in everything. She hoped not one nickel of what they spent tonight went into their bank accounts.

Arthur paid it no mind. His head was tipped back a degree or two, his clear green eyes darting from attraction to attraction. Smoking was one of his habits she disapproved of. But she couldn't dispute how attractive he was, puffing the cigarette dangling from his puckered lips. The chestnut tones of his brown hair were brought to the fore by the grounds' multi-color lighting, and a lock or two fell over his temples. The loose curls at his neck bounced with each step, a boyish buoyancy to his gait.

Her stomach growled as soon as the aroma of fair food hit her. They picked a booth that claimed it sold Gotham's original franks. He asked to order for her. She let him, watching as his grin widened and he stated, "Four hot dogs for my girlfriend and me, please. With relish and mustard." Then they shared a candy apple, taking turns nibbling at the fruit's hard, sugary shell. Its juice dribbled onto her pale pink top, staining the embroidered neckline. Her groan of disapproval became giggling as he stole chaste kisses, wiping her off as she chewed.

His palm at the small of her back, guiding her as they walked down the midway, fanned a glow in her heart. He'd made headway when it came to displaying his affection in public, though he still tended towards timidity. Early on, she'd concluded his reticence had nothing to do with her - he never pulled away if she grabbed at him. He was simply a gentleman.

Most examples he followed were from an older era, one lost to the bluntness of the eighties. Those moments he'd let himself go, when he'd make it clear they were a couple, lifted her spirit. Not only due to the pride she felt at being on his arm, but also because it meant he was finding his own way. Arthur wasn't a shy suitor or a contemporary romantic hero. Rather, he was somewhere in the middle. Old fashioned, through and through, with threads of modernity woven into his fibers.

As they strolled, they stumbled onto a black and white photo booth. She sat on its cracked wooden stool and tried to tug him inside. But he wanted a picture of her, he said. To put in his wallet. To look at if he was having a bad day and wasn't at home. Her response was to snag his collar and yank him to her lips. Snorting, he shut the nylon curtain. At the clink of quarters in the coin slot, she straightened her puffed, cap sleeves and fixed her hair in the scratched featherweight mirror. The camera's flashes blinded her, but she thought she'd managed to smile naturally enough.

Before she had a chance to stand, he whipped open the drape and showed her the strip of portraits. "I knew I was dating the prettiest woman in the city. Maybe even the sweetest."

She cupped his cheeks as she stepped out. Rubbed the tip of her nose to his. He was unfailingly generous. Too generous. While she was fine with her appearance, she wouldn't win a beauty pageant. Hell, she wouldn't even be a runner-up. Or a contestant. And sweet was one of the last words she'd use to describe herself. But she wasn't going to correct him. "And I found the handsomest, funniest man." His stare was wide-eyed. After releasing a stuttering breath, he pulled her along.

Upon entering the gaming area, he slung his arm around her waist. Mischief laced his whisper as he spilled secrets. The darts for the balloon pop were dull, the balloons underinflated. He advised her to stay clear of the baseball and milk bottle stand, saying, "The bottom bottles have lead in them. You'll never knock them over."

Then he warned her off the ring toss, saying the rings were too small to win the best prizes. She decided to take her chances, regardless, and paid the attendant. Arthur tutted gently as she gave him the last ring, having already wasted four.  A step to the side, then he paused to line up his throw. A short clap announced his victory. The prize options included a dinky toy car and a rubber snake. She picked a plastic, red keychain, embossed with "I was Amused in 1982" and the silhouette of a coaster. It was an improvement over her old car dealership tag. "I'll think of tonight whenever I see it."

Gaze fixed on her mouth, he sighed happily. He began to reach towards her, his arm raised ever so slightly-

"Art!" a rich baritone called. "Hey, Art!"

Arthur flinched. She moved to peer behind him. The approaching man was tall, his balding head half a foot higher than Arthur's. A blue and red flannel shirt with gray trousers covered his portly physique. Confidence oozed from him with every stride, a pleasantly surprised smirk on his round face.

Y/N's interest was piqued. Unless it was someone who remembered Arthur from Live! with Murray Franklin, no one ever approached him on the street. And she hadn't heard him be referred to by anything other than his proper name (besides Penny's terrible "Happy.").

But his reactions concerned her. Arthur's back tensed as the man closed in, stopping a yard away. "Hi, Randall."

"How's my boy been?" Randall asked jovially, hands at his sides. "Gary told us about your mom. Could you use a little cheering up?"

Arthur blinked faster than usual. "No. She's okay. And I feel a lot better now."

"Oh. Well, good for you," Randall said.

Going back and forth between them, she tried to puzzle out their dynamic. Their familiarity was obvious. Randall seemed caring enough, although she found it odd he'd referred to her thirty-five-year-old partner as "boy." Arthur had mentioned Gary was a former colleague. It would make sense Randall was, too.

He threw her a glance. "Hey, you have family visiting. Is this your cousin?"

She brushed off the assumption and extended her hand. "I'm Y/N L/N. His girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah. The paralegal." He shook it firmly before addressing Arthur again. "Gary said you finally got a date."

The pat to Arthur's bicep was a little too hard, jolting his stiff frame. The set of his jaw and flaring of his nostrils betrayed a turmoil she hadn't initially picked up on. She touched his hand but he shoved it in his pocket.

All right. She had to get to the bottom of this. It was hard to ascertain if his current reaction was due to his social challenges (which could cause discomfort) or Randall's words. She didn't want to jump to conclusions. After all, she and Patricia teased each other whenever they met for lunch or chatted on the phone. A good ribbing was needed every once in a while.

Starting a cross-examination in front of Arthur would contribute to his unease. After a moment's deliberation, she nudged him. It took a couple of tries to get his attention. "Would you please get us a large lemonade?" His brows rose, anxiety in the wrinkles of his forehead. She stretched to kiss his temple. His eyes narrowed but he got the hint, scuffing his shoe and glowering at Randall as he walked off.

When Arthur rounded a corner by the water pistol race, she lounged on one of the booth's metal poles. "Have you known Arthur long?"

Randall nodded in the direction Arthur had gone. "We worked at HaHa's. I'm a clown, too. We did parties, the children's hospital, store openings."

"Arthur loved that job." She crossed her arms over her chest. "It's too bad the slow season hit. But he's doing pretty well on his own."

Confusion crossed the big man's visage. "Uh, yeah. The slow season." He chuckled, then. "Anyway, you and Art, huh?"

Smiling broadly, she folded her arms over her chest. "Yes, me and Art."

"Pretty serious, huh?"

If he wanted gossip to bring back to the workplace, she'd gladly give him some. Especially if it reflected well on Arthur. "We live together. It's been great."

"No kidding." With a sardonic grin, he shook his head. "A woman like you. I didn't know he had it in him. It was always just him and his mom. Talked about stand-up sometimes. Mostly kept to himself, though. Never really talked much." Randall shrugged lightly. "But we liked him. He did all the shitty jobs no one wanted and never complained."

Arching a brow, Y/N felt her suspicions grow. While Arthur was learning to disagree and contradict her without hesitation, he nevertheless had the inclination to go along. It was plausible he hadn't argued about gigs. Had they taken his preferences into account?

Then Randall confirmed her skepticism, saying in a jokey tone, "That laugh really got everyone going, too. And his laminated cards. We had a pool on whether it was part of his act. I mean, him being in Arkham and all, who knows what the fuck he could have come up with?"

Deciphering what kind of man stood in front of her was suddenly uncomplicated. She'd run into his type all too often. They lurked in garages and offices. Diners and restaurants. Courtrooms on both sides of the bench. People with no real power who walked on others. Persons who threw their weight around to feel in charge. Bullies who hid behind a veneer of kindness.

She understood why he'd called Arthur "boy."

What she said had to be chosen carefully. Randall and Arthur worked in the same field, likely competed for clients. If her big mouth came back on Arthur, she wouldn't forgive herself. She straightened, squared her shoulders, and forced her voice to stay professional. "If you liked him, wouldn't you have split the less desirable jobs with him? I'm sure he didn't like being taken advantage of."

His looked at her in disbelief. "Hey, he was paid fair and square, like all of us."

"And he understands how to speak to a 'woman like me' more than you ever will." A sharp exhale as her cheeks burned. "From what Arthur has said, you could learn a lot from Gary. Please tell him hello from us and have a good evening." With that, she headed off to find Arthur, ignoring Randall's lame attempts to call her back.

Arthur was in line when she spotted him. He stepped forward and pointed to the menu. As she approached, she noticed how he fidgeted with his cigarette, tapping it repeatedly though there was no ash. The subtle tremble in his knee. If he continued to carry himself so tightly, his muscles would cramp.

Clearing her throat, she slipped behind him and hugged his back. "Did you have to deal with that insufferable know-it-all every day?"

He grabbed the proffered cup from the clerk and headed to a nearby table. Plunked himself down and took a drag off his smoke. Stress poured off him, clear in every flex of his fingers. His palm went to his stomach as he practiced controlling his breathing. "What- What did he tell you? That everyone thought I was a freak? How much I fucked up?" His voice lowered then, barely above a whisper. She could tell he was talking to himself. "The hospital?"

"Enough to know he was a jerk. I'm glad you're not there anymore." She put her chin on his shoulder. Watched him take a sip of lemonade. "Nothing he said matters, but I told him how important you are to me." She tucked a hair behind his ear, and he leaned into her touch. Their gazes met, his shining in the dim light. The evening had been fantastic so far. She wasn't going to let some asshole ruin it. "Come on," she urged, jutting her hip towards him. "We still have half the park to explore."

~~~~~

About a third of the way through their ride on the Mad Hatter, Amusement Mile's famous coaster, Y/N realized eating had been a mistake. A big one. Thrown to a fro in the sharp curves, she could nearly taste the bile in the throat. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, willing her nausea to pass. For his part, Arthur appeared exhilarated, laughing with every peak and valley. Seeing that happiness was a gift, one that gratified and partially distracted from her queasiness.

Fortunately, the enclosed cabins on the Ferris wheel were a respite. They waited an extra turn to board the outer wheel, which rotated at a leisurely pace and allowed her stomach to settle. The view from the top was beautiful, Gotham Cathedral's lit spires and the Westward Bridge prominent against the night sky. Wayne Tower was also visible, but she did her best to ignore the high-rise and its gaudy "W." He pointed in the direction of Burnley and said, "There's our home." She was unexpectedly moved. Then he kissed her soundly, which quickly advanced to mild necking when the wheel paused.

The carousel was antique, according to the sign. The only original attraction left in the park. A massive wooden structure with a mirrored center, it had three rows of horses, broken up by the occasional bench. He stepped onto the gray platform and picked one, painted red and yellow, roses etched along its back. But she climbed a nearby leaping horse instead, its black mane and tan body faded by years of sunlight.

He quirked a dark brow until she beckoned him with a nod. Cheeks pink, countenance tender in the lingering blinks of the incandescent bulbs, he followed suit. "Hang onto me," she instructed. As the calliope's whistles began their jaunty tune, he cupped her hips and pressed into her. A flutter tickled her stomach. She reclined against him, let her eyes fall shut as his warmth surrounded her. Round and round they went, chuckling airily. Not at any jokes or amusements, but at the joy of one another.

Arthur picked the last ride, an old mill called Romantic River Caves. She had to stop herself from snickering at the idea of a middle-aged woman and her nearly-middle-aged boyfriend cruising along in something built for teenagers. But he delighted in cliches and corniness, a preference she attributed to his inexperience and kind nature. Though such gestures hadn't thrilled her since she was a girl, she appreciated them with him.

The boats were short and narrow, just wide enough for the two of them to sit side-by-side. Curved backrests encouraged cuddling. Off-key versions of old standards played through tinny speakers. Myriad displays were inside, a mix of plaster dioramas and paintings. Two swans swimming, their beaks touching. A couple on a picnic under a tree. Bouquets and hearts galore. There were five or so seconds of darkness between each one. He took advantage of those breaks, kissing her again and again until she was breathless.

She scanned the starry painting above them, the comets' trails stretched across the tunnel's ceiling. "It's been a long time since I've done anything like this. Twenty-five? Thirty years?"

"Me, too. I snuck in when I was a kid. To see the circus and the merry-go-round." He smoothed his hair back, pressed his legs tighter together. "When I moonlighted here, I could've gone on the rides and to the shows. I- I didn't want to alone."

He paused and she put her palm on his thigh. Gave him an encouraging squeeze. "That postcard I have?" he said. "By my desk? It was in my locker at HaHa's." His fingers covered hers, tips tracing her knuckles. "It's good to have a person to have fun with. To have you."

She beamed at that sentiment, for she felt it, too. Yes, she'd been complete on her own. No, she hadn't been lonely. But he added to her existence. Introduced her to activities and experiences she hadn't previously considered or realized she'd needed. Going to a comedy club. Dancing despite her lack of skill. Or enjoying vulnerability during quiet conversations in their bedroom rather than fearing it. He'd broadened her life in ways she was still discovering. And he regularly told her she'd bettered his. "You're my favorite ride," she said.

A sharp snort left him, followed by a bashful chuckle. He shook his head. "You're crazy."

"I didn't mean that." She batted his chest playfully. Tried to cross her legs under the safety bar. "This relationship we've started." Light appeared at the end of the tunnel, the shallow pool's grimy floor coming into view as the water level fell. Soon they'd be amongst the crowd. "Remember when I said we'd never be perfect? I like our imperfections. They fit. Like..." She contemplated. "A pen and paper. They're good on their own but they're best together." Cringing, she covered her face. "God, that didn't even make sense. A pen needs paper."

"Didn't you say you needed me?" he teased, pulling her hand from her brow to place it on his sternum. "I don't mind being your paper." Blushing, Y/N turned to him when he cupped her jaw. Ran his thumbs over her cheeks. She joined him in ignoring the attendant's instruction to disembark. Arthur kissed her, a delicate graze to her mouth before he drew her bottom lip between his. "You're the best ride, too."

~~~~~

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[monolithrose]

Happy holidays. Have some holiday whiterose. No, how dare u assume I wrote this in a couple hours bc I forgot. I did not. how could u assume that. Shush, Weiss’ bday is on x-mas in this fic, this is my fic, I will use whatever head canons I want . and bees have already become canon.

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It was Christmas Eve, Ruby should be running down the halls with a pair of reindeer antlers on while singing Christmas carols, but she wasn’t, because Christmas Day happened to also be her partners birthday and she hadn’t gotten her a gift for either of those important dates. 

Weiss was for sure getting flowers, chocolates, and every other common gift under the sun from suitors and their friends, but Ruby wanted to get her something special. Something to show she cared more than any of those bozo suitors wearing 2,000$ ties. She had considered getting her a puppy because of how much she loved Zwei, but they would never allow a dog in the atlas dorms. Then she thought about every other animal she could adopt as a sort of loophole, but then remembered how strict the rules herein atlas are. 

She had even considered getting some new parts for mytrenaster, but Weiss would be expecting that. Ruby was lost deep in thought and was only dragged back when she heard Yang calling her name. 

“Earth to Ruby, you there?” She jokingly asked

Ruby spread her fingers to look at her sister “What?” 

“What's got you so stressed out?” Yang hopped up onto the bed next to Ruby, wrapping an arm around her shoulders “y’ know you can tell your big sis anything” 

“I haven’t gotten Weiss anything for Christmas…” She groaned

“Did you get her anything for her birthday, I’m sure you’d be able to play it off if you did” 

Ruby looked up and shook her head

Yang took in a sharp breath “Ouch. You dug yourself into a hole, didn’t you?” 

“I did…do you have any ideas” 

“Do what I did, get her some flowers and chocolate” 

Ruby groaned again “But everyone to ever know Weiss is getting her that! I want to get her something original, something from the heart, y’ know?” 

The blonde raised a brow before she seemed to understand “Something from the heart…” she placed a hand on her chin like she had a beard “Wait, that just gave me an idea…I’ll be right back!” With that, she sprung from the bed and dashed out of the dorm

“wait nooo! don’t leave me!” The brunette whined, dramatically flopping on the bed.

When she rolled over she noticed that when Yang went running top speed out of the room she flung a flyer into the room, it had bright colors and the words Winter carnival written across it in big bold letters. She stood from her bed to grab the flyer, as expected it was a winter carnival held in the center of atlas. Strange, why hadn’t Weiss ever mentioned this before? She didn’t have much time to dwell on it before the said girl had entered the room. 

“Whatcha got there?” Weiss asked, looking at the paper her partner held. 

Well, this carnival was the best thing she had birthday/Christmas present wise, and people didn’t usually tell other people what they’re getting them, so she shoved the flyer into her pocket and stuttered out 

“N…nothing! Nothing at all!” 

“Uh-huh, let me see it” Weiss held out her hand expectantly

“Oh haha would ya look at the time! Gotta go! Talk later!” Ruby dashed out the door, using her semblance so her partner wouldn’t be able to grab her.

“That was…weird” Weiss muttered, she just assumed it was Ruby being…well…Ruby and didn’t pay to much attention to it. 

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Ruby ran to hide in the bathroom, knowing there was nowhere else Weiss couldn’t get to her. She opened her scroll to do more research on the carnival, she found out quite a bit, like how it was the perfect place to visit for Christmas, and probably the perfect place to buy time with fun games, rides, and popcorn so she could find a present perfect for Weiss. 

She came up with a plan, she’d go to the carnival with the rest of the team, Yang and Blake could go off on a date, and Ruby would try and find a present for Weiss while they both hopefully had fun at the carnival. 

“Okay, okay, plan to go to the carnival and find Weiss a present is a go!” Ruby whisper yelled, smiling and doing a quick fist bump. 

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A few hours before nightfall was set to come and all of team RWBY was finally in the dorm. the team's leader set her plan into motion. 

“Team meeting!” She yelled out, not so gracefully jumping off of her bunk bed

“What is it? Are we out of cookies again?” Weiss sarcastically commented, putting the book she had been reading down. 

“That, and I’ve decided we are going to the winter carnival!” She excitedly announced, pulling the flyer out of her pocket “Like, right now” 

“Winter carnival?” Blake asked, sending her white-haired teammate a questioning look

“Yeah, I found a flyer for it and thought it’d be fun to go! Y’know, ride roller coasters, win prizes, eat cheap popcorn” 

Yang shrugged “I don’t see why not” 

“Well if Yangs going…” The raven-haired faunas answered, tucking a lock of hair behind her (human) ear. 

“Weiss?” Ruby questioned, looking at her partner with puppy dog eyes 

“please” 

“Fine…” Weiss sighed “But only because you said please” 

“Yay! Team bonding activity!” Ruby cheered “we leave in an hour! Get ready!” 

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An hour later they were boarding a train to the center of atlas where the carnival was being held and even from almost a mile away they could see the Ferris wheel built in the shape of a snowflake. Ruby was practically vibrating from excitement, shaking Weiss’ arm and gushing to her about how fun it would be. 

Weiss was listening with a little smile on her face, she only heard half of it because of how fast her partner was talking, but she still listened anyways. Yang was talking to Blake about how she used to win all the carnival games when she and Ruby were kids and how their dad kept a shelf full of plushies won from the games. 

As they were getting off the train Ruby began tugging at Weiss’ arm 

“Come on! Come on! You walk so slow” She whined

“I swear you’re still a child” Weiss teased, playfully rolling her eyes

“Hey! I just turned 18! I’m not a kid anymore” 

“But you’re still a child” 

Ruby pouted and wrapped both arms around Weiss’ arm “Weissss!” She began trying to drag her towards the ticket booth and was successful. Weiss was pretty surprised that she was strong enough to drag her, but she was worried she’d chisel down her heels. 

“Hey! Careful! You’re going to break my heels and then we’ll have to go home” 

Ruby turned around “Then walk faster, silly! Yang and Blake have already abandoned us” She pouted and muttered, “This was supposed to be a team activity…” 

Weiss felt bad, so she patted Ruby’s head and moved her hand to hold onto her partners “hey, you’ve still got me, we can turn this into a partner activity, I know we haven’t had that much time together” 

That seemed to brighten Ruby’s spirit “Yeah, that sounds nice…” she began tugging on Weiss’ hand again “Let's go, I promise no dragging this time” 

“Good, because I’d like to keep my arm in its socket” 

“Heh, sorry” Ruby chuckled, itching the back of her head sheepishly. 

“It’s fine, now, how about we go to eat cheap popcorn” 

“yay!” 

Ruby set off towards the ticket booth, this time not attempting to accidentally pull Weiss’ arm off. The line wasn’t very long, it was pretty late after all, so they got their tickets within a few minutes of waiting. 

“This one's on me” Weiss announced, attempting to pull out the lien from her pocket. 

Ruby put a hand on the one trying to hand the bored teenager behind the counter lien, then grabbed her own money out of her pocket and handed it to him. 

“No, no, this was my idea, I’ll pay” 

“But-” Weiss protested

“Weiss, you don’t have to ‘treat’ everyone constantly” She chuckled, taking the wristbands and tickets from the teen. 

When they entered the smell of cotton candy and butter hit Weiss directly in the face and she gagged a bit and covered her nose, it smelt like a trash can. Ruby was attempting to put the wristband on…with her teeth…but laughed when Weiss gagged.

“What, have you never been to a carnival?” She still had part of the paper wristband in-between her teeth so it was muffled slightly, but released it when she finally managed to tighten it around her wrist. 

“No I have not, my father rarely even let me out of the house, let alone let me into a ‘commoners activity’” She said the last part with a bit of venom in her voice, she didn’t like the way her father described anyone that wasn’t him “His words, not mine”

 “Well tonight we’re going to make sure you have the most fun you can have at a carnival” She began fastening the paper onto Weiss’ wrist, who sent her a confused look “Trust me, you don’t wanna have to use your teeth” 

Weiss laughed “You’re a dolt, you know that, right?” 

“Mhmm, but I’m your dolt” 

“Got that right” 

Ruby’s eyes landed on something and she smiled with a look of pure joy “Ooh! Ooh! Can we play that shooter game! I bet you I can beat it because of my super awesome sniper skills” Ruby exclaimed, pointing to a game that had tiny moving cardboard aliens and nerf guns set up to shoot at them. 

“Lead the way” 

Ruby hadn’t let go of Weiss’ hand when she put the wristband on, so she dragged her to the booth. A dog faunas stood at the booth, playing on her scroll. Without Ruby asking, she held out her hand and began chewing her gum even louder to show her disinterest. 

“3 tickets” 

Ruby ripped the correct amount of tickets off the role she had been given and placed it in the girl's hand. 

“Shoot the alien. Get a prize. you look older than 12, I’m sure you know the rules” She explained, not looking away from her scroll the whole time. She pressed a button and the aliens lit up while LED’s in one of the guns turned on and began flickering

Ruby smirked and put her hands on the gun, it was just like crescent rose’s sniper form. She managed to shoot almost every single alien, all except one that was worth like 5 points so she didn’t mind that much. The girl looked up, rolling her eyes, and pointed to the stuffed animals on the wall. 

“Pick one” She looked back at her scroll and began typing

“What one do you think?” Ruby asked Weiss, turning to her

Weiss’ eyes scanned the wall of toys, and her eyes landed on the giant cookie wearing a Santa hat she knew her partner would love “I think you should get that one” She pointed to it and Ruby beamed at her

“Good idea, I like that one” She turned back to the unamused faunas

"That one” She pointed to the cookie and the girl finally put her scroll down to grab it for Ruby, then handed it to her before going back to texting. 

“Told ya I could beat it!” Ruby exclaimed, with a smile

“I didn’t doubt you” Weiss laughed “Guess you were right, this place seems… decent”

“Geez Weiss, you sound like your sister” 

“Oh haha,” She grabbed Ruby by the arm and dragged her forward. 

Throughout the night they did end up having fun, Ruby won Weiss a few more prizes, who blushed whenever she was handed a new plush. They saw Yang and Blake a few times, who both had mountains of prizes stacked mile high that just seemed to get bigger every time they were spotted in the crowd. 

“How are they going to fit that on the train…? Or in the dorm…” Weiss muttered, eyeing the gigantic teddy bear that was at least 7 ft tall hanging off of Yangs back “Or the rest of those stuffed animals”

“Awww, Weiss, do you wanna bear to?” Ruby asked, positioning a stuffed fox and a tiger so she could hold both under her arm and eat cotton candy. 

“Like either of us would be able to carry that thing” Weiss huffed 

Ruby was about to make a come back when she saw a stall selling jewelry, then she saw it. It was a necklace that had a snowflake on it, but in the back was what looked like rubies and some sort of clear cast over it to keep everything in place. There were a few blue gems on the chain as well. It was perfect, but now she needed to distract Weiss so she could snag the necklace.

Luckily a food court just so happened to be next to the booth, the perfect diversion. 

“Hey Weiss, could you go grab us some food? A hotdog is fine for me” She asked

“uh, sure, if you could grab a table” Weiss answered, a bit confused

“Got it! Okay, see you in a sec” 

Weiss sent her a weird look then walked off to get food. Ruby placed her stuff down on a table right next to the gate separating the food court from the main area, everything was going to plan. 

Ruby walked up to the booth and smiled “Uh…excuse me, sir?”

Unlike all the other people running the booths, this man seemed happy to be there, he had a bright smile and a cheery sounding voice “Yes ma’am!” 

“How much would that necklace be…?” She pointed to the snowflake necklace and the man smiled even brighter when he saw what she was pointing to

“Glad you asked! Lemme see here…” He reached back to grab the necklace and showed Ruby the price tag. 

She winced when she saw it, but it was for Weiss, so she smiled softly “I’ll take it, it’s the perfect gift for a friend of mine” 

His smile somehow got wider “Great, I’ll box it up for you, would you like a special message for this special friend?” 

“Yes please,” She realized what he had said and looked confused “Special friend…?” 

“I get a feeling this friend is more than a friend,” He said in a low voice like he only wanted Ruby to hear it “Anyway! What would you like this message to say?” He added the statement quickly so the brunette didn’t have a lot of time to process what he had said

Ruby thought for a sec before she told him, and he gladly wrote it on the inside of the box. She handed over the lien and gave a small wave before heading back to the food court where Weiss was approaching, food in hand. 

“Whatcha get?” Weiss asked when she sat down. 

“Uhhh nothing! Let's hurry and eat, I wanna show you something” Ruby explained, putting the box in the pocket of her sweater. 

Weiss raised a brow but chalked it up to her partner doing some last-minute Christmas shopping. 

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Ruby had bought a bag to hold all of the prizes in specifically for this situation so she could put her hands over Weiss’ face. 

“Ruby, where are you taking me?” She asked, reaching up to hold onto one of her partner's arms, just to make sure she didn’t get ditched. 

“You’ll see” She chuckled 

Little did Weiss know that Ruby was leading them to the Ferris wheel in the center of the carnival, and just in time for her to enact the last part of her plan. aka the part, she added in 15 minutes ago. She silently paid the ticket taker and helped her into the gondola that was also very winter themed. When they were both sitting in the winter-themed cart she finally removed her hand from Weiss’ eyes

“Ta-da! Since this carnival is all night, I thought why not ride a Ferris wheel into Christmas!” Ruby chirped “Since y’know…it’s 11:50 and I DID pay for a 20-minute ride” 

Weiss sent her a soft smile “Sounds perfect” 

Ruby’s cheeks turned a bit redder and she was pretty sure it wasn’t from the cold. Before they could say anything else the gondola began moving, startling Weiss. 

“Woah, please don’t tell me you’ve also never been on a Ferris wheel” Ruby piped

“Well, I have bad news for you” Weiss grumbled, scooting a bit closer to the warmth radiating off of her partner. 

The wheel stopped at the top and those pretty cerulean eyes sparkled when she looked over the edge at the city

“It’s really…pretty” She gawked

Ruby smiled “I’m glad you like it” She glanced at the time on her scroll…almost time. 

They went around one more time and ended up frozen on the top of the wheel when the clock chimed midnight, it was Christmas and Weiss’ birthday. It was time. 

“Hey…umm Weiss” Ruby muttered

“yeah?” Weiss answered

“I got you something for Christmas and your birthday…since it’s midnight…I think it’s the perfect time” She grabbed the box out of her pocket, fiddling with it in her hands

“I left your present at home though..” Weiss confessed “I didn’t think we’d be doing this” She laughed softly

“It’s okay, I can wait until morning” She took in a deep breathe and handed the box to her partner, who gingerly took it “I know it’s not a lot…but…I uh…Uhm” Uh oh. here comes the stuttering

“it's alright, if it's from you, then it’s my favorite gift I’ve received” Weiss smiled that lopsided smile she seemed to have reserved for Ruby. 

Ruby was about to stutter something out but Weiss had already opened it and looked shocked. in her eyes, the necklace was beautiful. Then she noticed the note. It was tucked beneath the necklace, but it looked important. 

She grabbed it and unfolded it, and what she read made her heart stop. 

Dear Weiss,

I know this probably isn’t the most lavish gift you’ll receive, but there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now. If you don’t think the same way, I completely understand, you don’t have to talk to me ever again if you don’t want to. But, I love you. More than you know. You’ve supported me more than anyone else, and in my book, that means you’re my best friend, and I’d love to be able to call you my girlfriend…if you’d allow it.

- Ruby R.

Ruby was sitting, she faces a bright red and looking incredibly nervous. She was playing with the cloth on her sweater with shaky hands and was visibly sweating as she stared directly at the floor with wide eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed her it, too much of a chicken to say anything. Of course, Weiss felt the same way, and she was more than willing to let Ruby know. 

“Ruby…” Weiss whispered “I’d love to be called your girlfriend” She gently ran her thumbs over the letter, smiling softly. 

Ruby looked at her “D…does that mean…” She croaked 

“Yes, Yes it means-” She took in a shaky breath “-it means I love you…” 

Weiss wasn’t able to finish her sentence before a pair of warm lips were on her own, and she was more than happy to kiss back. 

She slowly wrapped her arms around Ruby’s neck so it looked like a moment from a cheesy Christmas movie. When they pulled away the younger girl giggled, holding her new girlfriend close. 

“I’m so glad that worked…” She sighed, pressing her head against Weiss’ 

“You didn’t need to do all of that just to woo me, dolt” 

“But I wanted to prove to you how much I love you” She sighed again, this time it was more of a happy sight than a tired sigh “merry Christmas Weiss” 

“Merry Christmas Ruby…” 

                         ~~~~Bonus~~~~

Yang looked down at her stopwatch, staring up at the Ferris wheel. 

“They’ve been up there for almost 20 minutes now…” She sighed

“Do you think Ruby finally confessed like she planned to last Christmas?” Blake asked, squinting to try and look at the two atop the snowflake wheel. 

“Knowing Ruby, probably not…” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure” Blake chuckled, pointing upwards.

Yang looked up, just barely making out the two kissing “By the gods she did it…”

“I’m proud of her, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah, she learned well from her awesome big sister” 

Blake laughed and kissed her cheek “Come on, we have to go take care of all these stuffed animals…” she turned to look at the huge crate filled with plush toys “What am I going to do with you…”

Yang laughed “Love me and give me all the affection”

“Sounds like a good plan”

                                             <<<<0>>>>

Hey all, hope ya liked that, that was a bit longer than I planned, but longer the better right? It’s 3 am but X-mas Ain’t over! And yes, I will write the bee POV of this, just later.

[jeserai]

1 and 8 on the sentence starters prompt list (:

1. “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”8. “I think you just might be my soulmate.”

One of her eyes is hazel, and the other is blue. Her hair is brown, and she has freckles across the bridge of her nose, and maybe Adora is biased, but this girl is the most beautiful person she’s ever seen.

1. “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

Like always, the first ride Catra and Adora get on when they get to the carnival is the cat and mouse coaster; it’s their least favorite ride—Catra’s because Adora always teases her about the name, and Adora’s because it makes her head hurt—but they’ve long since agreed that they have to ride every single ride, including the cat and mouse and the ferris wheel. (The ferris wheel has been declared the most boring, but it’s not as bad when they sneak snacks onto it to eat at the end of the night. Besides, Catra likes to make the cart swing just for the way Adora shrieks.)

After the cat and mouse ride, Catra leads Adora to the first empty bench she sees, and as Adora sits, clutching at her head, Catra runs to get them their first round of snacks to share as they walk: a huge bag of popcorn and the biggest, sweetest looking smoothie she can find. By the time she gets back, Adora is more or less ready to go, and she smiles wide when she sees Catra approaching, showing off the gap from her freshly lost tooth.

The first thing that’s different about this year is that this is the first year they’ve managed to convince their parents that they’re old enough to go alone. And sure, Adora’s big cousin Mara is somewhere on the other side of the park with her friends, just a phone call away if they need—which they won’t—but there are no parents. Catra just knows they’re going to brag to everyone else on Monday at school.

The second thing that’s different about this year is that there are so many people. There’s usually a fair amount of people, especially on opening night, but even following their usual route leaves them stuck waiting in lines for far longer than usual.

Which brings them to the third thing that’s different about this year: Adora freezes and grips Catra’s hand tight as they pass by the tilt-a-whirl. Her eyes are wide and practically sparkling as she looks at something past Catra, and when she turns around, she sees a brand new ride: a haunted house.

“Catra,” Adora breathes, “what is that?”

And Catra, who absolutely detests horror just as much as she knows Adora does, turns to her friend with a frown. “No. You hate horror!”

“I hate horror movies,” Adora corrects, “I like haunted houses. And really, I don’t even mind horror—” Catra snorts, and Adora elbows her immediately, “I just hate all of the blood and guts stuff.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Adora—” Adora elbows her again, and Catra manages to glare at her for a good three seconds before they collapse into giggles.

And when their laughter subsides, Adora nudges Catra, the touch just as gentle as her smile when Catra glances at her. “Come on, Cat. Go with me?”

Catra looks from Adora to the haunted house and back, and lets out the heaviest sigh she can muster. “Fine, but only as long as you hold my hand.”

Adora pointedly looks at their already joined hands and then begins to tug Catra towards the line for the haunted house, promising her full control of the go-karts as thanks.

(And in the end, Adora screams three times and decides she hates all haunted houses. Catra, on the other hand, decides that she quite likes it, and makes it a point to suggest that they go to another haunted house for Halloween. Adora groans and shakes her head, but sits down to plan how to convince their parents all the same.) 

8. “I think you just might be my soulmate.”

The world has been black and white for as long as Adora can remember, but she’s long since come to terms with it by now. She really, really doesn’t mind: sure, it can be annoying, but it’s not the end of the world. The only time it really bothers her is when she’s with her friends, who have pretty much all found their pairs. There’s Glimmer and Bow, who have been paired since they met as toddlers and grew up in a world of color, Spinerella and Netossa, who met and were paired recently, and then the odd grouping of Sea Hawk, Mermista, Perfuma, and Entrapta. Mermista and Sea Hawk had been paired for years, but Adora was there when Mermista looked up at the barista behind the counter, saw the look on her face change from neutral to shock. That was when she realized she’d only been seeing the world in half-color, that she had two soulmates. The barista, Perfuma, looked just as surprised, and Adora didn’t realize why until she said that she already had a girlfriend named Entrapta.

Somehow, they’ve managed to make it work, and Adora is genuinely happy for them, and for all of her friends. She just…wants that too. She wants color, and she wants to be able to know that there is someone that shares part of her soul. But she’s not lonely; she has her friends, and her family, and her fencing teammates, and the cutest dog ever. She’s far from lonely.

(It just sucks, being set up on blind dates by her friends and having to report back time and time again that it didn’t work out, that they saw no color. Because people always pull back when they lock eyes and see only the same black and white; who wants to get involved with someone and them not be the person destined for you?)

Adora gives up on the dates pretty quickly. Until—

She’s running late, supposed to have met up with Bow twenty minutes ago to help him pick out a good present for Glimmer’s birthday, and she got out of work late, and even though Bow won’t mind waiting, she still feels awful. There’s traffic too because of rush hour, and when Adora finally makes it to the mall, she almost sobs with relief as she spots a parking spot almost right away. Adora’s staring at her phone as she speed-walks to the door, trying to text Bow to see where he is, and everything is going well, until—

She crashes into someone without warning and they both fall to the ground. The girl she ran into curses and Adora hopes to god that her phone is okay as she scrambles up, brushing her jeans off as she splutters out apologies. “I am so, so sorry,” she says, and she holds out a hand as the girl looks up, and—

One of her eyes is hazel, and the other is blue. Her hair is brown, and she has freckles across the bridge of her nose, and maybe Adora is biased, but this girl is the most beautiful person she’s ever seen. She tries to apologize again, but all that comes out is a dazed little, “I think you just might be my soulmate.”

The girl rolls her eyes as she scoffs, but the corners of her lips twitch up into an amused grin as she takes Adora’s outstretched hand and lets herself be pulled up. And she doesn’t let go.

[remys-lucky-franc]

Return to Coney Island - An Astoria Fic - Cerberus x MC (Grace)

I got a request for some Cerberus x MC Date Fluff from the lovely @mcbatty​ :)  Thank you so much for requesting and I really, really hope you enjoy this!

Cerberus is just the sweetest, most joyous boy and I just want wrap him up in a big hug!!  (I've only read his first season!) I am a huuuuuge sucker for soft boys with sad stories.

I've written this with my MC's name (Grace) but if you'd prefer to read it with a different name, let me know and I'd be more than happy to edit it in for you.  

Word count ~1800  //  Image Credit:  http://nyc2way.blogspot.com/

No triggers or warnings on this wee fic, it's just fluffy and feel-good! <3

---

"Grace, do you need help?  What are you doing?"

Cerberus pokes his head around the door-frame, muscled arms folded  across his broad chest as he shakes his head smiling at his girl; she's packing food into a tote bag on the counter.

"You know they have places we can eat on Coney Island, right?"

Grace zips the bag up and stretches up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek as she scoots past him towards the bedroom, calling behind her,

"I know, but I thought it would be nice to take some snacks for a beach picnic, then we can get something else later?  Plus, I'm sure you'll manage!"

Cerberus chuckles as Grace reappears in a cute cap and a pair of shades,

"I won't let the picnic go to waste, I promise.  Ready?"

Grace hands him their bag of munchies and links her arm through his as they head out of the door and towards the station.  

---

Cerberus is bouncing on his toes as the Q train arrives, energy radiating from him,

"This was a great idea, Grace!  Really cool way to spend our day off!"

Finding a seat on the busy carriage, their knees bump as the train starts to move.  Cerberus intertwines his fingers with Grace's as she murmurs,

"I thought it would be nice to go back and just have a good time?  When we went before we were on the look out for...  You know..."

Cerberus looks stoic for a few moments, finally commenting,

"We weren't even 'together' yet, last time when we came here."

Grace nods happily as she squeezes his hand,

"But we are now."

The train speeds through Brooklyn towards their destination as Cerberus helps himself to the club sandwiches that Grace packed, laughing as she rolls her eyes, telling him that they were supposed to be for the beach.

Time flies as they chat about work, ideas for vacation and future dates.  Before they know it, an hour has passed and they're ready to disembark at Stillwell Avenue.  Heading out of the station, Cerberus wraps an arm around Grace's waist, planting a soft kiss on the top of her denim hat as he squeezes her close for a few steps, his arms remaining draped around her as they walk.  Grace feels a blush colouring her cheeks at the casual intimacy of his touch: she loves the way he wants to be close to her always, how affectionate he is.

Reaching the beach at the east side of Luna Park, Cerberus lays down a round beach blanket printed to look like a pepperoni pizza, placing their picnic bag down at the end before plopping himself in the middle.  Beaming up at Grace as she pulls a bottle of sunscreen out of her purse, waggling it in his direction, he stretches, pulling the dark grey t-shirt over his head, laughing and taking the bottle from his girl.     Grace stealthily admires his frame from  behind the camouflage of her sunglasses, taking the bottle back, applying some to her arms and sprawling down on the giant pizza beside him.  Grace delves into the bag, tossing a bag of potato chips to Cerberus who catches them effortlessly.  Grace sets up a little speaker on the blanket and connects the 'Day at the Beach' playlist she created especially for today while Cerberus happily tosses chips into his mouth, tapping his foot to the beat, watching  the world go by.  They lie there people-watching, watching the shapes of the clouds in the sky change, soaking in the atmosphere and the sunshine for a while before Grace spots a vendor selling watermelon.  She grabs her purse, ruffling Cerberus' shaggy brown hair then jumping to her feet,

"Wait here!  I'll be right back!"  

Cerberus shakes his head and fixes the hair that Grace mussed up as he watches her jog effortlessly across the sand, his heart  swelling as he watches her.  As she disappears from his line of sight, he takes out his phone and checks the group chat he has with his brothers, waiting for her to return.  Before he's realised, she's back, carrying two watermelons with neon straws in them!  A peal of laughter rings out of Cerberus as he looks at the giddy grin on her face,

"What did you get?!"

Grace giggles as she hands him one, sitting down cross-legged opposite him,

"Try it!!"

Cerberus cocks his head to the side, watching her bright eyes dance with mischief, before taking a big slurp through the straw, blinking hard as he swallows and lets out a small cough,

"That's...  Pretty strong stuff, Grace..."

She beams at him as she takes a dainty sip,

"They scoop out all the watermelon, then blend it with ice and vodka and put it back inside!"

He takes another sip, acknowledging,

"It pack a punch but it's really tasty!  Hey, come here, let's send Orthrus and Nemean a selfie?"

Grace shifts herself so that her back is  against Cerberus' chest as he stretches his arm out, making sure both of them, and their tropical-looking vodka watermelons are in the shot,

"Say, 'Watermelon!'..."

Cerberus laughs heartily as he presses his cheek against hers, snapping the shot as they mouth in unison,

"Watermelon!"

He grins, wide and white, as he sends it, then sets it as his lock screen wallpaper.

---

After having enough sunbathing, Cerberus and Grace gather their belongings, strolling hand in hand along the bustling boardwalk, feeling slightly tipsy from the spiked slushie.  Cerberus pulls Grace towards the carnival games, a flash of excitement in his eyes, spotting the Strongman Game, and the variety of stuffed animals hanging up for the winner...  Grace wraps her arms around him from behind as he stops in front of the game, grinning at the attendant.  He pays the fee and accepts the mallet, staring at the bell, twenty feet in the air.  Graces stands back as he effortlessly swings the mallet in a perfect arc, clean and high, landing squarely on the lever.  The puck flies up the tower striking the bell hard!  Cerberus drops the mallet with a ‘woop’, gathering Grace in his arms and spinning her around and around in the air as she squeals and giggles.  He kisses her as he places her back on the ground, gesturing toward the prizes,

"Which is your favourite, Grace?"

She shrugs her shoulders, scrunching her nose as she answers, sounding almost shy,

"You're my favourite. You choose?"

Cerberus' mouth opens like he's about to say something, but he just winks at her instead, turning towards the attendant, reappearing moments later with the biggest, fluffiest, plush bear Grace has ever seen!  The bear is so large, that he's almost obscured behind it, his head poking around from behind it, cracking up with laughter,

"Did I pick well??  Do you like him??"

Grace wraps her arms around the bear and her boyfriend, laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes,

"Like him?!  I love him!!  And I love you!!"

Cerberus beams as he tries to manoeuver the bear out of the way, with somewhat limited success, to kiss Grace,

"What shall we call him??"

Grace, running her fingers through the bears soft fur, winks at Cerberus as she speaks,

"He's big and soft and snuggly,  just like you.  How about Bear-berus?"

Cerberus disintegrates into hysterics,

"Bear-berus it is!"

---

After playing various other funfair games, Grace smirks at a blushing Cerberus when his stomach growls loudly,

"You wanna get some food?"

He nods quickly as Grace catches his fingers in hers, dancing across the boardwalk towards Nathan's.  The diner is jam-packed and loud with a jukebox playing and patrons laughing and joking, enjoying their day at the beach.  Cerberus, Bear-berus and Grace squeeze into a booth together, ordering a couple of their famous Chilli Dogs with fries and a large chocolate milkshake to share.  She smiles softly as she watches Cerberus tuck into the food:  she loves being with him.  Everything about his is so genuine, so honest.  He makes her feel like she can do anything when they're together.  She feels so lucky to have him.  

Grace has barely touched hers by the time his is gone, and he's ordering a second portion of fries.  His face colours as she tries to hold back a chuckle,

"I knew a portion to share wouldn't be enough!"

Cerberus drains at least a quarter of the milkshake before grinning at her up at her,

"I think Bear-berus ate most of them when we weren't looking...  You know, we should come back here next time Orthrus, Nemean and I all have the day off:  they'd love this."

Grace laughs,

"We may have to call in advance to make sure they have enough food!"

---

Leaving Nathan's, the couple call into the hall of mirrors on their way to the Ferris wheel, giggling and pulling faces at each other in the distorted glass.  Tears roll down Grace's cheeks as they stop in front of one particular mirror that makes her look tall and broad and Cerberus short and skinny, crushed under the weight of the giant fluffy bear; she pulls out her cellphone, snapping a photo of their hilarious reflection and sending it to May.  

Finally arriving at the Ferris wheel, they join the slowly moving queue.  Cerberus toys with Grace's ponytail,

"Last time when we got to the top we never got to enjoy the view, we were so busy looking for Thanatos."

She nods,

"You're right.  But this time, we can really enjoy it properly!"

Bending down, Cerberus kisses Grace gently,

"I enjoy everything when we're together, Grace.  Even the stuff that shouldn't be fun, like queueing."

Grace pulls his lips back to hers,

"Same."

When they reach the front of the queue, Cerberus jokes with the attendant that he needs three tickets:  one for him, one for Grace and one for the bear.  The attendant smiles, telling him that anyone that cute gets on for free.  He beams joyously as he quips,

"Hey Grace, you're so cute you get to ride for free, we only need to pay for me and Bear-berus!"  

Tugging Grace's hand they find their seat and are secured in place by the attendant before they soar into the sky.  Cerberus swings his dangling legs as they near the top, breathing in the fresh air as he turns to Grace,

"This has been a perfect day!"

Grace's head lolls against his shoulder as she sighs contentedly,

"Mmmh-hmmm..."

Cerberus' bright eyes smile as he tips her chin up to look at him, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles,

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Grace reaches up stroking his cheek tenderly , her eyes flitting between his amber eyes and the warm curve of his lips,  

"I love you."

Cerberus closes the distance between them, whispering against Grace's lips,

"I love you too."

They settle there, happy and comfortable with each other, enjoying the view as they sail through the sky together:  a perfect end to a perfect date.

[mediocre--writing]

Prompts

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Disclaimer: I got these prompts from other Tumblr posts and Pinterest, but I forgot to copy who I got them from, so if you find some that are yours, just tell me and I’ll give you credit :)

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is __” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What don’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made at the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.”

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poisonous.”

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.”

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.”

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Not this time!”

“I never want to see you again.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I know you and this isn’t you.”

“You betrayed my trust.”

“Get out!”

“Maybe I’m better off alone.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’ll die without you.”

“I never loved you.”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleepover? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

“I want to eat yogurt with you.”

“Can we make a cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter run my entire world.”

“I dedicate this nail to you when I paint them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have been too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

“We only have one room left for the night…”

“We can make this work, I know we can.”

“I love you so much that it physically hurts.”

“God, I’m never leaving your side again.”

“you’re an idiot, but you’re cute.”

“I’m asking you on a date, idiot.”

“Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.”  

"Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!“

"Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?”  

"I was very good friends with the guy that lived here before you and basically I was over here a lot and… well, old habits die hard, can I stay?“

"If you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?”

“Hey, I locked myself out can I use your phone?” “You locked yourself out too?”

MISCELLANEOUS

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.

“At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.”

“Here are some cookies and some very bad news!”

“I have forgotten everything I’ve ever learned.”

“Let me keep that promise.”

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”

“Why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?”

“Can you stay still for the next 20 minutes? No, I’m not drawing you.”

“Oh no, I feel bad- SYKE, no I don’t.”

“Next problem… we might die.”

“Wow, that was a great comeback.”

“Who is running this thing?!”

“You are aware that the walls aren’t people, right?”

“Hey, go fill up your human needs.”

“Yeah, keep making jokes. That’ll win the war.”

“Yeah, I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

“I can’t help that I’m curious.”

“I know you. You’re a terrible person. But as the judge here, I will look at you in the unbiased way you don’t deserve.”

“The mountains are calling and I must skedaddle.

“Who says ‘nincompoop’?!”

“Things fascinate me. Why wouldn’t they, when you stop to give them thought?”

“Are you always so easily convinced?”

“Look, it’s difficult for me to isolate what I hate about you the most because there is so much to hate.”

“That’s an order. Obey.”

“Look, I don’t want to swear but; What. The frick!”

“As the most amazing person in the room, I’ll gladly accept that.”

“Now power down, sass robot.”

“The art of not being an idiot is extremely challenging for me.”

“That’s troubling.”

“Tell your story. Become words, become ideas… you never know what or who it’ll affect.”

“Can I climb on your shoulders?” “Why?” “To get a better view.”

“Stop trying to take pictures and enjoy yourself.”

“Listen! They are playing our song!”

“OH MY GOD THEY LOOKED IN MY DIRECTION THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.” “You need to calm down.”

“Jesus, are you crying?”

“Just get them out of the car before you kill them.”

“I’m not going to drop down from the balcony!”

“Someday somebody’s going to mistake your snoring as a helicopter.”

“You couldn’t have bothered with a little heads up?”

“Call the stupid prick and tell her what’s happening.”

“Oh me? I’m just in my pajamas, making sure that nobody bleeds out in the hallway.”

“You are looking less confident every minute.”

“I am admittedly bored, but I barely can do anything about it now can I?”

“Oh God, it’s you.. would it be weird if I asked where your sister is?”

“How would you describe the moment with one word?” “Naked. Very, very naked.”

“I’ve never seen you in my life and you just threw up on my shoes, who do you think you - oh gosh, you’re now unconscious.”

“You’re talking to me but I can’t hear you over the sound of my sniffling nose.”

“You look so pretty while you’re coughing your lungs out.”

“I feel really dizzy and hot - and oh - oh when did I end up on the floor?”

“We thought you just had a common cold, why is the doctor saying what you have is terminal?”

“Hold on, we’re coming.”

“I won’t let you fall.”

“Hey, it’s me, it’s just me.”

“Oh god… what did they do to you?”

“Can you stay awake for me?”

“Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

“I’m going to make that sick bastard suffer for what he did to you.”

“Don’t look” / “Look at me”

“Here, you might need something to bite on…”

“I thought I’d never get to see you again.”

“I know you can’t talk, but I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“Hold my hand.”

“You’re so cold…” / “You’re burning up”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Please be okay.”

“I’m sorry I failed you, I should’ve been there.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“Please don’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.”

“I just need more time.”

“Wish me luck.”

“I just don’t believe in coincidences.”

“Ok, I have a fear of balloons.”

“Change is not good for me.”

“I have to stay awake.”

“Hold on, what did you wish for?”

“If we can just get passed this last door.”

“I can never trust someone who thinks puppies, are evil masterminds trying to take over the world.”

“That’s my name, too.”

”Walk with me?” “Sure. Not like I have a broken leg or anything..”

”Do you like her?” “No! She just makes me realize how much anger issues I actually have”

[summerboyhyuck]

what a day // lee donghyuck

genre : fluff

warnings : none

word count : 2.38k

a/n: haha this is my first time writing and i know it isn't any good and it's not proofread but 😬 and i just wanted to say happy birthday to the one and only lee donghyuck 💖 btw lowercase intended lmao

(gif credits to owner)

it was currently 6:37 in the morning and you just woke up. since it was donghyuck's birthday, you wanted to make something special for his breakfast. on the way to the kitchen, you tie your hair up and think of what to cook. a couple of minutes pass by and you were in the middle of mixing the ingredients to make pancakes when donghyuck slid his arms around your waist. instinctively, you turn around and return his warm hug. "morning" you say while gently stroking his hair. he just hummed in acknowledgement then asked "what's that?" you look back at the countertop for a second then faced him again, a smile plastering on your face. "take a guess" you said in a playful tone. with that, donghyuck just laughed and shook his head and you, in return, laughed too. once the laughter died down, you lovingly looked into his eyes and said "i was making pancakes for a very special birthday boy." he flashed a grin then tilted his head with his pointer finger on his chin as if he was thinking. he then asked "hmm... do i know this birthday boy?" in a playful tone. this made you both laugh and once your laughters died down, he looked into your eyes with an unreadable expression, so you asked "...what? is there something on my face?" while wiping your cheek, your forehead, and your chin to see if there was any flour that got on your face. he shook his head, smiling, and replied "no, this just seems like a perfect morning to start today."

after you both ate your laughter filled breakfast, you were about to take him out for a date. you told him "get ready. we're going somewhere." eyebrows up in surprise, donghyuck looked at you and wondered when and how you prepared for today because you spent all your time either cuddling with each other while watching movies or eating some leftover food and talking about random things. either way, he didn't question you and just got ready to head out. while he was getting dressed, you packed the other things you will be needing aside from your essentials. you made sure to bring an extra set of clothing, some water, snacks, and lastly, sunscreen. you both head to your car and drive off to your destination.

the ride to the amusement park was nothing less than fun. donghyuck basically hosted a karaoke party. you were both currently singing to Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA when you stopped at a red light. he was still singing, so you took this chance to face him and take in his appearance. even though it might sound cliché, you can't help but to think that he radiates this aura which makes you feel so comfortable and safe. every moment with him makes you realize how time goes by so quickly because whenever you were with him it was as if time stopped. by the time you get out of your trance, he was already calling your name. "y/n?" hello? earth to y/n?" you frantically shook your head then looked at him, about to ask what's up when you hear the honks of the cars behind you. this is when you realize that the traffic light changed and you were supposed to go but you were still in the middle of the road, admiring your boyfriend. you looked back onto the road and continued driving with a slight blush fanning your cheeks. after a while, donghyuck, who was looking outside the window, turned to you with a smirk plastered on his face. this gave you the feeling like he knew where you were going. the next thing he said confirmed your speculation. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME WE WERE GOING TO DISNEYLAND!!" eyes wide with shock, you glanced at him then back to the road saying "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE!!" with this, he just smiled and stared at you for a while before looking out the window again. you wondered what he was thinking but you dismissed the thought and just focused on driving.

you both just arrived at Disneyland and were at the entrance. after you paid for your tickets, donghyuck practically dragged you towards the fast food area. since it was near lunchtime, you both got some food. there was a wide variety of food being sold. there were hotdogs, cotton candy, popcorn, ice cream, spaghetti, pizza, and many more. you opted to buy different kinds of food to share later on. donghyuck got pizza and spaghetti while you got corn dogs and chicken. after you both basically devoured your food, you both decided to do the extreme rides later once you've digested the food. you suggested to go take pictures around.

you started off with taking pictures in front of the famous Disney castle. then proceeded taking pictures with the statues, with the mascots, and so on. after about a million pictures basically everywhere you and donghyuck were in line to ride the rollercoaster. your heart was pounding at an incredibly quick pace. you didn't know if it was from the adrenaline rushing your veins at the thought of riding a rollercoaster or because donghyuck was holding your hand, squeezing it every now and then, while talking to you about how he cried the first time he rode a rollercoaster when he was little. once you get to the front of the line, you feel like throwing up. even though you have enough experience with rollercoasters, every time you ride one feels like it's the first time again. donghyuck seems to sense your tension because he turned your body towards him. while his hands were on your arms, he looked into your eyes and said "we don't have to do this if you don't want to." his voice soothing but somehow filled with worry. you knew that the nervousness you were feeling now will fade away as quickly as it came so you just gave him a reassuring smile and said "no, i want to do this. i'm just a bit nervous." trying to avoid his gaze on your glowing red face. you both ride the rollercoaster then proceeded to ride more rides. occasionally stopping by to change clothes, eat some snacks, and try the other games. you both were having the time of your lives. at one point, while you were along the game section, you stopped to play the balloon darts game. the reason why you wanted to play was because the prize for second place was a big sun plushie. it reminded you of donghyuck so you wanted to win it for him. after about three failed attempts, donghyuck wanted to try so he did. unlike you, he was way better. out of five darts, he managed to pop four balloons,which means he won second place. when he got the plushie he gave it to you. taking it with both hands with a glum expression, you said "i wanted to win in for you" with a pout. he just chuckled at this and whole heartedly replied "it's okay, you're my sunshine. it's only fitting for you to get the sun. besides, i'm already the sun" with a playful tone in the end and a fake hair flip. in no time, it was nearly six in the evening, meaning the place was about to close for the night. so right when you go out through the exit of the vikings, which you both rode about five times in total, you locked your hand with his then took him to the ferris-wheel. thankfully, there were no people in line, so you led donghyuck into the cabin and quickly asked the staff a favor, if she could stop you both at the top. with a smile and a nod of her head, you quickly thanked her then proceeded to get into the cabin with donghyuck. you were both just laughing together when you finally reached the top and the mechanism stopped. donghyuck gave you a questioning look, probably piecing one and one together, figuring out you requested this. you only giggled in response. you quickly looked outside the window and as you get higher and higher, you excitedly said "hyuck! look at all those lights! aren't they pretty!?" while you were looking outside, his attention remained on you. he replied "yeah, so pretty" in the softest voice and a loving gaze. you turned to face him, surprised he was already staring at you. his eyes travelled from yours to your lips, slowly leaning closer and closer. you felt a pair of lips on yours and you closed your eyes, focusing on the emotion, especially the love, being shown through the gentle yet passionate touch of his lips. once you pulled away, he continued looking into your eyes and said "thank you. for this moment, for today, for everyday, especially for making my life a lot better by being with me." you couldn't help but to tear up a bit at his confession, so you just hugged him in return, giving off love and warmth. even though you weren't saying anything, somehow, donghyuck could understand everything you were trying to say.

you both head back to your shared apartment with him driving, partly because you were exhausted, the other part was because of one last surprise for him. while you were in the car you kept texting someone. donghyuck was wondering who you were texting so he asked you who it was. you only replied to him with a vague "you'll see" with a small smile plastered on your face.

once you got to the apartment, it was almost seven. you told him to wash up while you prepare dinner. he didn't argue and went straight to the shower. you knew he would take about 20 minutes in there so you quickly grabbed your phone and dialed donghyuck's mom. you know how much he loves his mother. he would often tell you stories of his childhood with his family and the conversations would often end with his talking about how he misses his family, especially his mother. he hasn't seen her in almost four months since his family lives in the country side, so you decided to surprise him with his entire family. you went down to the entrance of your apartment to greet his family then proceeded to go up together. by the time you get back, you sigh in relief when you realize that he was still in the shower. all of you quickly set the table, prepared the food, and added candle sticks in the cake you prepared the day before. as if on cue, as you all finished the preparations, donghyuck comes out of the shower, towel blocking is vision as he was trying to dry his hair. he heard noises when he was in the shower but dismissed it because he thought you were just being loud but when he finally looked up, his eyes filled with so much shock but with so much love, he ran towards his parents and embraced them tightly. then, he turned to his younger siblings and hugged them one by one. lastly, he turned to you with an affectionate smile then practically melted in your arms. you caressed the back of his head while saying "happy birthday sweetheart" in a soft and calming voice.

you all ate the food that his mother brought, of course leaving some behind for the next few weeks, and the food that you prepared. he has always missed his mother's cooking so when he finally got to eat her food, he couldn't even put his utensils down. he was eating as if it was his last meal, but it joyed you to see him eat so heartily. after dinner you brought out his cake. it was a nine-inch cake shaped like the sun. you asked his mother and some of his friends for some help beforehand with the dedication. you wanted the dedication to come from all the people he loved. the whole cake was filled with messages, mostly telling him to stay happy and healthy. donghyuck took some pictures to remember this and reminded himself to thank his friends later on. you put the candles in then lit them and asked donghyuck to make a wish. he looked st you with eyes that were sparkling and somehow his gaze was conveying a message. with that, he said "i already have everything i could ask for." his whole being filled with hope, happiness, and love. after he blew out the candles, you all spent time talking about what you've both been up to. donghyuck excitedly told them about your date today which made his younger siblings, and yourself, blush like a cherry red tomato. you were just glad that he was happy.

after some time, it was getting late and his family had to leave. you insisted on them staying the night but they insisted not to since they already booked a hotel and didn't want to intrude on your time together. in the end, they all left and you were alone with donghyuck under your covers, wrapped around each other's arms with his head on your chest. you stayed in that position, running your fingers through his hair, when he suddenly said "i love you, so much" barely above a whisper. no matter how much you've heard those words, your heart never failed to skip a beat and send butterflies in your stomach. you continued fanning through his hair, surprised how he didn't notice your heart beating rapidly. truth be told, he did in fact notice your quickening heartbeat, he just didn't feel the need to mention it as your words made him feel the same way. as soon as you said "i love you too, my duckie" it was as if someone was doing somersaults in his stomach. he is so in love with you and you are so in love with him. "mmm… what a day..." he said, smiling, while slowly drifting off to sleep. listening to his breathing somehow lulled you to sleep. the last thing on your mind was donghyuck and how he was your rock, your home, and, your full sun.

[themoonandotherslikeit]

The Hand That Reaches for God -Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

“We will survive, you and I.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

-15 Days After-

Dean Winchester was no stranger to violence. To blood. To the chase. His dog tags slapped against his chest as he ran, his eyes always glancing back to make sure Emerson was catching up. He reached out a hand for her, lacing their fingers, he wouldn’t leave her behind.

The rain pelted their hair, the ground. Their feet splashed in the puddles that covered the cobblestone pathway. They hadn’t thought it through, their weapons and supplies were in the diner, far behind them. Dean scanned their surroundings for anywhere to take cover. They came up on the Ferris wheel and he made a split second decision. “Come on!” He shouted, and he began to climb, his hands slick on the metal.

“Dean I don’t know if I can climb that!” Emerson shouted up at him over the downpour.

“Yes you can!” He shouted back, his feet landing on a solid, horizontal piece. He reached a hand down to her, his other hand wrapped around a bar to keep him steady. “‘Mere I got you.”

Sam was doing the same, hoisting himself up high, and reaching out for Pheli’s hand. The creatures groaned behind them.

Emerson met his eyes, squinting in the rain, and she knew that she could trust him. She had no other choice but to trust him. “Alright, okay.”

“Good girl.” He said as their hands clasped together. He lifted her up with one arm, groaning in response. He pulled her against his chest, their lips an inch apart, but it wasn’t the time to be thinking about kissing. “Alright, put your hands in those grips and start to climb, I’ll be right under you.”

“Dean…”

“I won’t let you fall, but we need to get higher. Come on, they’re gaining.”

Emerson nodded, and reached up to put her hand in the dip of the metal. Dean’s hands were around her waist as he hoisted her upwards. They didn’t have time to argue. The groans were getting louder, and she wanted to look back, but she didn’t. She had to believe that they’d be okay.

“See that top seat? That’s what we are going for.”

“Okay, yeah. I can do that.” She said through gritted teeth. Fuck it’s so slick. She curled her fingers around the metal and let Dean push her upwards. Her feet landed on a bar, and she made sure she was solid before turning and offering a hand to him.

“Not gonna pull you down.” He grunted before jumping like a fucking mad man, and grabbing the bar. He pulled himself up easily, swinging his legs next to hers. It never occurred to her, before that moment, how strong he really was. She couldn’t see the bulge of his muscle under his canvas jacket, but she knew it must be there. He was a solider, and he probably worked out every day. She swallowed hard. There was so much she still didn’t know, and in the wake of everything, all she could think was that she didn’t want to die before she got to find out.

“Sammy?!” Dean called.

“We’re good.” Sam said, they were about sixteen feet up and still climbing on the opposite side of the wheel. “You?”

“Still good.” Dean shouted with a nod. He turned and caught a glimpse of the hoard coming their way. Groaning bodies, pushing past them at a fast walking pace. They were squeezing into the gate. He quickly assessed the situation. There were twenty-two of them. People, or something that used to be people, covered in melting flesh and pus covered wounds. He watched a man run his arm across a woman, her flesh peeling away like butter. He wanted to throw up, but he swallowed down the bile that came up his throat. It wasn’t the time. One foot in front of the other. He just hoped to hell that they couldn’t climb. “Let’s keep going, Em.”

“Dean I…”

“Hey.” He said, grabbing her face in his hands. She looked fucking terrified. Her brown eyes were wide, her pupils almost taking over the entirety of her iris. Her lips were trembling, and turning blue from the rain. “I’ve got you. You don’t need to be afraid, because I am not letting anything happen to you. No fucking way. I don’t break promises, Em. You know that, don’t you? I’m not losing you today. We have too much catching up to do.”

She sucked in her breath and grabbed the back of his neck to pull his face down to hers and she kissed him, urgently and quick. “Okay. Let’s go.”

He moved his hands to her waist and spun her around. “Grab there.” He instructed, and she followed. One arm up and he lifted her to her next position, then swing up to meet her. They were half way up to the top, and the creatures below were gripping, and climbing over each other, but not making any other progress. Dean made a mental note that they couldn’t problem solve. “Okay, Em, I’m going to push you up, and I need you try to get into the cart, okay?”

She glanced back at him and nodded. “Okay.”

He picked her up, hoisting her upward toward the cart, one hand on her waist and the other under her ass to push her up high enough for her to grab. Emerson’s hands grabbed for the seat, but it was soaked from the rain. She wasn’t able to get a grip, so she slid. Her hands left the seat just as quickly as they were placed there, sending her free falling off the side of the Ferris wheel.

-5 Years Before-

“So you’re willing to go on the fucking Ferris wheel, but not rollercoasters?”

“It goes in a slow circle, Dean. Yes I’m willing to go on the Ferris wheel.” Emerson narrowed her eyes at him. “Does that mean you won’t go with me?”

“Hey.” He put his hands up in defense. “I never said that.”

“Just checking.” She shot him a wide grin. “Let’s go then.”

They settled into the seat, the lap bar locking across them. Their thighs brushed from the close proximity. They’d been at the park all day, and the sun had finally dipped below the horizon. The stars were coming out like speckled glitter. “Full moon.” Emerson commented.

“Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful. It feels a little hopeful.” She squeezed the bar. She was so fascinated with the sky that she didn’t catch him looking at her.

“Yeah, it is.”

The wheel started to turn, just a bit, to allow the next couple on. Emerson instinctively grabbed Dean’s hand. “Sorry.” She said with a quick exhale as she released his hand. “Still a little jumpy from the roller coaster.”

“It’s okay.”

“You seem quiet.”

“Nah. Just enjoying the view.” He said, his tongue shooting out to wet his bottom lip.

“It’s a good one, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

The wheel turned, but this time she kept her hands to herself as they went toward the sky. The higher they went, the more they could see. All of Happy Fun Land. The ocean in the distance, dark and tempting. It felt like they were the only two people in the world. “Do you know your deployment date yet?”

“Nah. I go to MEPS in about a month to get checked out and then they’ll let me know. By the end of the Summer at the soonest. Then I have Basic…then I don’t know. I may just stay on a base. There’s really no telling until after Basic.”

“Are you scared?”

Dean smiled a bit and turned to her. “What do I have to be afraid of, Em?”

“Saying goodbye?”

“We all say goodbye at some point. It’s just a part of life.”

“How insightful.”

“You’re young.” Dean said, quietly. “You’ll see.”

“You’re not that much older than me, Dean. You know that, right?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t sayin…”

“You were, and it was condescending.”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry.”

“If I’m such a child then why do you always want to hang out with me?”

“You aren’t a child.”

“Just immature? That’s a lot, coming from you.”

“Christ, why are we fighting right now?”

Emerson crossed her arms and looked back out to the park. She watched the rides light up, the rollercoasters spin in the darkness. “I’m sorry.” She sighed. “I know we aren’t friends, Dean.”

“We aren’t?” He chuckled. “Then what are we, Maklen?”

She turned toward him. “Two people. If it weren’t for Sam and Phel we wouldn’t hang out. You know that.”

“You don’t think we would?”

She pushed her hair behind her ear, and looked up at him.  She could see the reflection of the moon in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have looked at me twice.”

“You’re pretty blind, aren’t ya?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve always been lookin at ya, Em. I’d be an idiot not to.”

-15 Days After-

Dean reached for her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his own foot slipping, causing his head to hit the bar behind him as he pulled her against him. Her scream was muffled by Dean pressing her face into his chest. “Hey, I’m sorry, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Em.” He mumbled, his lips and hands in her hair.

“Em!” Pheli shouted.

He could feel Emerson against his chest, calming down, before she pulled back to yell at Pheli. “I’m okay, Phel!” Sam had his arm wrapped around her; they were already secured in their seats.

“Hey.” Dean whispered, looking down at her.

They’d been up on the wheel for only a matter of minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

“Dean.” She whispered.

“I know.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You hold on here, I’m going to go up to the seat and pull you up. Okay?”

“Is your head okay?” She moved her hand to the back of his head where it hit the bar. Her fingers came back tinted red with his blood.

“Don’t worry about me. Just hold on here, okay?”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around the bar, feeling the absence of him immediately. He reached up and grabbed the lap bar, the seat groaning and swinging in response. He pulled himself up and over, sliding his legs in place. He reached out a hand for her, swinging the seat down.

“Come on, Sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

She closed her eyes for a second. All the times that he swung over to her roof came to her mind. “You look lonely, Em.” How did he know? He always said the exact wrong thing. He always said the exact right thing. His hand extended to hers, wet from the rain. His fingers reached as far as they could, his face serious. He was Dean Winchester. He was the bad boy. The guy that left. He was the thought on her mind as she laid alone in her dorm room, staring out the window at the moon as it grew in the sky. She opened her eyes and he was there, like he had been until the night he left. She settled her feet and pushed off, reaching her hands out for his. Her fingers curled around his forearm. He held onto her with his free hand and pulled her up and over the bar. She settled in next to him, but she didn’t let go. “What now?” She asked, her voice small.

“Still got your gun?” He asked, pulling his off the holster on his thigh.

“Yeah.”

“Seen The Walking Dead?”

“I have.”

“Let’s try for a headshot.” He grinned, taking off the safety. “Sammy?”

“Yeah?”

“Got your gun?”

“I do.” Sam shouted back.

“You were always good at Call of Duty. Put those skills to use.”

Bang. One down. Right between it’s eyes. Dean was a killer shot, but that was no real surprise.

Emerson held her own gun in her hand. 

“Watch out for the recoil.” He said gently. “It’s a bitch.”

She nodded and closed one eye. Bang. Her shoulder shot back, hitting the back of the seat. “Shit.” She mumbled. No dice. She missed.

Sam took out two. Pheli’s eyes were buried in her hands. She hated guns and violence, and if Emerson could guess, that would be the last time they went to Happy Fun Land.

“I got it.” Dean said with a smile, as he patted her thigh. “Don’t worry.” He focused then, his jaw tight and his eyes unwavering. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Emerson watched the creatures fall over each other, pushing the fallen out of the way. Their mouths opened, showing black and rotting teeth. Their eyes were hollowed and dark under red blistering skin. One grabbed another, trying to climb over, its mouth biting at nothing. They were starving.

It wasn’t long before they were all picked off, but Sam and Dean used all the rounds in their guns. Sam missed a few, and there were a hand full that didn’t go down with one shot. It wasn’t until the final one fell that Emerson let herself lose it. The tears stung her eyes and she felt a burning in the back of her throat. “Em?” Dean asked, alarmed.

He wrapped his arms around her before she could collapse. “Shh, I got you.”

“What the fuck, Dean? What the actual fuck?” She was sobbing, snot and all. “Everything is falling apart.”

“I know.” He whispered into her hair. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“We could’ve died.”

“We didn’t.”

“How are we going to survive this? A bomb went off... a fucking... bomb.” She was starting to hyperventilate, her heart rate was through the roof.

“Listen to me, Emerson. You need to breathe. Look at me.”

She followed his instruction, meeting his green eyes, that looked more grey against the rainy sky. A drop fell off his nose, his eyelashes littered with pockets of water. “Breathe in.” She did. “Breathe out.” She did.

They breathed like that for what seemed like an eternity, their eyes locked. She breathed in when he did and out when he did. After a dozen breaths she was feeling a little better, a little more centered. She didn’t have a lot of breakdowns. She kept herself tightly coiled, but eventually everything comes undone. It always does.

“We kissed.” She said with her last exhale.

“We did.”

“Twice.”

“Want to take it back?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.” He smiled a bit in the rain. “Just took the fucking end of the world.”

“It can’t be the end of the world.” She gasped, feeling her heart start to race again. Her jaw trembled.

“Are you cold?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“Here.” He shrugged out of his wet canvas jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.

“You’re going to freeze.” She commented, eyeing his t-shirt.

“I’ve been colder.” He promised, wrapping an arm around her. “I’d like to kiss you again. Maybe when we aren’t running for our lives.”

“You may be waiting a while.”

“Emerson Maklen.” He laughed and shook his head. “What have I done, after all this time, that would make you think I wouldn’t wait for you?”

She looked up at him and cupped his cheek in her hand. “You know, I was thinking the same thing.”

Later that night

They found a place to camp. A nurses office that seemed more like a waiting area for people who got injured or sick on the rides. There were a couple of single beds that had a blanket and a pillow. They’d all changed into dry clothes and were settling in.

“Sam and I are going to do a perimeter check.” He said, sliding his clip on his gun into place. “You girls get some rest.”

“You won’t be gone long?” Pheli asked, mid braid, looking up at Sam with wide eyes.

“You won’t even have time to miss me.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be waiting. I don’t think I can sleep without you.”

“Try.” Sam smiled down at her before he nodded to Dean. They walked out the door, letting it click behind them.

Emerson ran her fingers through her own hair, it was finally drying, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it looked like. “You okay?” She asked Pheli.

“I... I don’t know, Em, honestly. Probably not so much.” She forced a smile. “This is crazy. I feel like it’s a bad dream.”

“Me too.”

“And not to be totally... well, me.”

“What are you talking about?” Emerson sat down on the bed opposite to Pheli and pulled her knees to her chest.

“You kissed him.”

She wiped her cheeks as if it would make the growing blush disappear. “I... I did.”

“Finally! How do you feel?”

“This is really what you want to talk about right now?

“Opposed to zombies? Fuck yes.” Ophelia said, tying her braid at the bottom. “You kissed Dean Winchester!”

“Twice.” Emerson exhaled with a smile.

“Oh my god! For the first time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“This is fucking wild. I mean, the apocalypse is terrifying, but this is crazy. I never thought this would happen.”

“You practically shoved us together every chance you got.”

“Yeah, but you’re like an old maid. I never thought you’d give in! Even though you’re perfect for each other.”

“Phel, listen...”

“Don’t do it! Don’t say what you’re going to say.” Pheli begged. She literally begged, with her hands clasped together up on her knees.

“What am I going to say?”

“That it was a one time thing. It wouldn’t happen again. It was a fluke.”

“It wasn’t a fluke.”

“What?”

“I like him. I think I’ve always liked him, and I definitely want to kiss him again.”

Ophelia flew across the room, throwing her arms around Emerson’s neck. “I can’t believe this! You’re falling in love!”

“Don’t be extreme.” Emerson laughed, but maybe she was. Maybe she always had been. Falling in love with Dean Winchester felt taboo, especially given the circumstances, but maybe that was exactly why it was the right time. Maybe they needed death to stare them in the face to get over themselves. Or maybe she was just finally able to admit that she didn’t want to die alone.

-5 Years Before-

“So,” Dean began, awkwardly. Sam had walked Pheli to the door, but Dean and Emerson stayed, leaning against the Impala to give their siblings some space. “Tonight was fun.”

“It was.” Emerson agreed.

“Ah, she finally admits it.” He laughed. “Thought we were gonna have to torture some fun out of you.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Be careful or I’ll take it back.”

“Take it back, but I’ll know the truth.” He bumped against her gently. “You had fun. You had fun with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, throw a goddamn parade.”

“Maybe I will.”

“That I’d like to see.”

“Em?” He glanced at her.

She looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I am scared.” He admitted. “Scared of sayin goodbye. To Sammy, to you... I... Shit. Maybe it makes me look like a girl, but I’m gonna think about today for a long time. Gonna keep it close, because shit’s gonna suck in Basic. I already know that.”

“You’re brave, Dean.” She met his eyes. “But you don’t have to worry about saying goodbye to me. We aren’t going to say goodbye.”

“We aren’t?”

“No.” She smiled a bit. “We will see each other again. You’ll live to annoy me another day.”

“Now there’s something to look forward to.”

“Yeah, keep that in your pocket.” She patted his chest, above his heart. “Keep it close.”

“I will.” He promised, as he pushed a chunk of hair behind her ear. “Goodnight, Emerson.”

“Night, Dean.”

He watched her walk away, across his yard, into hers. He couldn’t imagine the ache that he would feel saying goodbye to her, because fuck, the one he got when she walked away burned. His chest pulled to her. He would keep her with him more than she would know and more than he would ever admit. Emerson was like a beacon. She was the North Star, and as he would learn in Basic Training, he could always use the North Star to find his way home.

—————

Chapter Ten

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skz ➾ boyfriend!hyunjin

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07.19.18

requested: anon + anon + anon

a/n: thank y’all for requesting <333 (anon #3 i’m writing this at midnight and i’m crying i love you) (also i’ll get the minho one up soon !!)

a/n2.0: this got really long dammit lmao i’m so in love with him

woojin // bangchan // minho // changbin // hyunjin // jisung // felix // seungmin // jeongin

h w a n g  h y u n j i n

y’all

this is my boyfriend right here mkay

but if he were yours

wOw do i wish i were you

he was at the park with his dog kkami one morning

and he was just chillin on the bench bc his dog is chill too

but then she (he ? idk someone inform me please) sprinted over to this girl on a nearby bench and started barkin at her (it’s you !)

hyunjin goes to collect his dog and apologizes and you tell him it’s fine, your dog does that too sometimes

and he doesn’t really know what to do so he just kinda apologizes again

you think he’s hella cute and adorable so you pat the bench beside you and motion for him to sit

he was lowkey hoping for you to do that bc he thinks you’re super cute

so y’all’s dogs run around and play while you and hyunjin talk and get to know each other

time flies by and the sun’s starting to set wow

kkami is asleep on your lap and to hyunjin that’s literally like the best thing ever

the prettiest boy/girl ever getting along with his dog, what else could a guy want am i right

he thinks you’re pretty cool and all so he gets your number as the two of you separate

y’all hang out a lotttt

definitely waits a few months to ask you out just to make sure

he eventually does when y’all have a picnic at the park late at night

he brought flowers and a necklace :’)

the first time he brings you over to the dorm to meet the guys they’re freaking out

like wow one of us actually managed to get a girlfriend

i mean everybody thought the first one would be hyunjin tho bc like

he’s hyunjin

he’s also kinda cliché but it’s so cute

your first official date as a couple he takes you to the amusement park

the rest of skz follows y’all but they make it so obvious

like dressed in all black and everything

he wins you a stuffed animal and gets you ice cream and goes on all the rides you wanna go on even if he's scared

when it's dark you he takes you on the ferris wheel

the guys def know what’s going on, cue them spaced out around the area with binoculars and walkie-talkies

when y’all get to the top

he takes his finger under your chin and makes you look at him

he gives a small smile with a little huff and

leans in

and

kisses you

sweetly

when he pulls back he’s got that grin™ on his face

the guys on the ground are screaming and cheering and hyunjin gets superr shy but doesn’t let you know they’re there

okay

so

y’all don’t argue a lot

he hates making you feel bad

boy has a little temper on him but he knows how to control it

until he gets jealous

he is one jealous boi™

around his members he might get jealous every once in a while but it’s not enough to bother him too much

with other people tho ?

watch out hun he’s coming for you

when he sees you talking to a friend and it’s going a little too far he’ll invite himself into the conversation

but the other person just doesn’t stop and you’re too naïve to notice they’re flirting with you

so he’ll pull the other party over to the side for a conversation with his hand tightly around their wrist

“look, i’m not trying to interrupt or anything but that’s exactly what i’m doing, keep that shit up or i swear to fucking god”

i’m not experienced with aggressive dialogue i’m sorry lmao

however, on the occassion you do argue he can get kinda out of hand

might accidentally yell something you’re self-conscious about in the heat of the moment

he’ll hate himself when you storm out crying

very stubborn, but not when it comes to you, no sir

he’ll give you two or three hours to rest and calm down

then he’ll show up at your door with flowers and snacks and little gifts to apologize

his eyes’ll be all red and puffy from crying

if you still close the door on him he’ll probably just burst into tears and not leave bc he just feels so bad and doesn’t want you to be mad and possibly leave him over something so trivial

always tries to make you smile

your laugh is literally like the best thing he’s ever heard

you guys goof around so much

he has so many pictures of you on his phone

he probably sets up a personal insta just so he can put up photos of the two of you together

they’re usually while you’re eating or sleeping (you asleep on his lap is his wallpaper)

or while y’all are on dates

expect lots of those btw

lots

if he’s feeling like the aesthetic boyfriend he is he’ll take you on small ones like the dog / amusement park or ice cream or to a little outdoor café or bike rides through seoul and stuff like that

but he also loves fun ones like laser tag or go-karting

if you guys haven’t seen each other in a while though he’ll take you to something a little more fancy

he always makes sure you look good he always thinks you do tho

like if y’all are going out and you look kinda dumb

he refuses to leave until you fix yourself

he does it in a playful and loving way though

if he can’t find anything for you to wear he’ll buy you something to

he definitely takes you shopping a lot

mostly for clothes

likes you wearing leather jackets and a tshirt

especially his leather jacket

or his sweatshirts

any of his clothes really

you just look so cute and soft and cuddly and fhsjfhjkds you bust all his uwus

it makes him want to cuddle and squeeze you to death

especially if you’re just in your underwear and one of his white shirts to bed

waking up with him is the best bc he’s all up against you with his face nuzzled in your neck

whines when you try to get up and he’ll grab your hand and pout and you just can’t resist bc who can say no to a pouty hyunjin

i feel like crying imagining it :’)

likes cooking with you

even if it doesn’t turn out so great

y’all are always just messing around in the kitchen

likes finding recipes so when you fall asleep or something he can have something for you to eat when you wake up

always makes sure you eat too

oh you just woke up ? i’ll get breakfast

you haven’t eaten since lunch and it’s been four hours ? let’s get a snack

jUst finished pizza ? you need more hun

you need to make sure he eats and rests enough too though

bc he practices a lottt and often forgets to grab lunch so please please please bring him something to eat

he absolutely loves when you do that

it makes him feel loved and cared for and important

likes to be babied, but also likes babying you

love love love loves showing you off

like he’s constantly talking about you to everyone

cool with pda only if you are

if you are then that’s gREAT

he likes to drape his arm around your shoulder when you guys walk

especially around people

loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head

cuddling 24/7

cooking ? he’s back hugging you and waiting for you to feed him

dancing ? he’s changing the song so y’all can slow dance

watching netflix ? he’s all up on you, legs tangled in yours with your head on his chest and his fingers in your hair

really good at kissing

like have you seen them lips boiiii

does it all the time

especially little pecks on your lips

doesn’t care if there’s people around, he’s your boyfriend he can do what he wants

he doesn’t go past that when people are present

but when they’re not

bitchhhhh

okay so

he might be legal in america however he’s not in korea so i’m gonna keep it appropriate for his age, lmk if there’s a problem please

okay so everything usually starts with cuddling

which’ll lead to him giving you little kisses on your forehead or cheek

which moves to your lips

and he’ll peck you some times before giving you a longer kiss

he’ll gradually move from your lips to your jaw to your neck to your collarbones

leaving marks all the way down

then back up again

he’ll teasingly drag his tongue up and across your lips before finally locking his with yours

pulling you onto his lap with a hand at your jaw around your ear

his other on your waist

when it comes to kissing he’s definitely not rough at all with it, very slow and passionate

lotsss of open-mouthed kisses with tongue

probably groans a lot

especially if you bite his bottom lip oh lord

he loves it

also bites and pulls yours while looking at you with dark, hooded eyes

somebody stop me please this is too much for my heart

runs his hands up and down your body

like he’ll start from your neck and slowly travel down to your waist and thighs before going right back up

will also slip his hands under your shirt when he comes back

loves it when you roam your hands around his body too

especially his chest and collarbone area

however he also loves your body pressed all the way up against his to where y’all can feel each others heartbeats

probably won’t go farther than pushing your hips down against him

bc even tho he’s a confident boy he respects you and doesn’t want to do anything you don’t

even if he did i’m not writing past that dammit

#stopsexualizingminors2k18

so he’ll end it off by dragging his hands up to cup your face

and he’ll slow down the kissing until it gets to soft little pecks again

then he’ll kiss you all over your face and lay down facing each other with your legs tangled

smiling with red and swollen lips

facing each other with your legs tangled and your arms around his torso, his draped across your waist

bc he just loves looking at you

he’ll kiss you again bc he just can’t help himself

he loves the feeling of your lips on his

then he’ll pull away and settle his face in your neck and fall asleep

wow i’m in love :’)

overall someone who just loves you so so so so much and loves to take care of you

but you need to take care of him as well bc he’s busy and forgetful

you’re truthfully the best thing that’s ever happened to him, nothing makes him happier than being able to see and touch you

it’s not possible to love him more than he loves you

okay i’m soft

i’ll stop now goodbye

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Butterfly [51]

summary Do it yourself

“Man, can’t believe the school year’s almost over. We should go on a trip during the break,” Shikamaru declared, crossing his arms behind his head. He flopped onto his back, stretching his legs out. 

“Where were you thinking, Nara-sensei?” asked Itachi, looking up from his sketchbook. Kiba lowered his phone to peek at them, listening in on the conversation. 

“Dunno.... maybe Hakone? An onsen sounds nice,” mused Shikamaru. Kiba grimaced. He aimed a kick at Shikamaru’s thigh.

“We’ve got a million hot springs around here. Yufuin is like... 40 minutes away. Why would I go all the way up to Hakone?” retorted Kiba. Itachi wasn’t as violent in his protest, but he nodded as Kiba spoke. 

“I bet Haruno would want to go,” grumbled Shikamaru. 

“I bet she’d call you an idiot too,” snorted Kiba. 

And then, at the same time, they turned in the direction of the door to yell: “HARUNO!”

Sakura appeared in the doorway, a cardboard box on her hip. 

“Either way, I can’t go. I’m busy during spring break,” she told them.

Kiba and Shikamaru snuck glances at Itachi, hopeful smiles stretching their mouths. But their expressions fell when they saw the bewilderment in his face. Shikamaru very carefully nudged Itachi’s back with his foot. 

“What are your plans, Haruno-sensei?” Itachi questioned. Sakura reached into the box to pull out a poster. It was light blue with glittering snowflakes creating a frame. In the middle was a bejeweled ice skate.

“Stars on Ice Japan Tour 2018,” Itachi read the English, squinting a little without his glasses. 

“I’ll be in Osaka and then Yokohama,” she added.

“You weren’t going to tell us?” asked Shikamaru, reading the dates. She would be gone for all of spring break. Sakura lowered the poster, eyebrows rising.

“I just did,” she replied. “Weirdo.”

Kiba made a face at her back as she turned around to head back into the house.

“She’s always doing this,” sighed Shikamaru. 

“Yeah. One day she was all-” Kiba raised his phone to his ear. “Hey. I’m getting married. Lol.” He mocked her in a high-pitched voice.

“I can hear you!” Sakura called from inside. 

“Good! I hate you!” Kiba shouted in response. Kiba and Shikamaru exchanged a long look. Then, sighing, Kiba sat up to clap his hand on Itachi’s shoulder. 

“Alright, Uchiha-sensei. We’re in crisis mode,” he whispered.

“Crisis mode?” repeated Itachi. Kiba shushed him. Itachi looked to Shikamaru. But Shikamaru was sitting up too, his expression weary as he nodded along. 

“You gotta pick up the pace, man. Especially if she’s going to be seeing all those skaters,” Kiba hissed. When Itachi gave him a blank look, Kiba huffed. He typed something into his phone before throwing it at him. 

Itachi barely managed to catch it by the tips of his fingers. It was open to an image search. 

“Look! Look at how buff all those skaters are! And it’s, like, statistically improbable how good-looking each one is!” Kiba whispered loudly, casting nervous looks over his shoulder. Like Sakura would be hovering over him, listening in. Itachi lowered the phone. Shikamaru was nodding.

“They’re all hot,” he agreed in a low voice. He flexed his arm, giving Itachi a pointed look. Itachi glanced at his own arm, then at the phone. Then back up at Shikamaru and Kiba. Who were staring holes into him. 

“Um.”

Itachi typed a few words into Kiba’s phone. He looked up the website. And then he held it up for his friends to see.

“All the tickets are sold out. For every show,” he told them. 

“Guess I’ll die, then,” declared Shikamaru, falling onto his back again.

Yoshino held out a paper bag. Sakura peered inside. There were pocket warmers and energy drinks.

"Take care of yourself, Sakura-chan. I wish you weren’t going alone," Yoshino fretted.

"Let me give you some spending money. Buy yourself a nice dinner," Shikaku declared, digging in his back pocket for his wallet. Shikamaru grabbed his father’s arm.

“Mom, Dad, you don’t have to do this every time. She’s not a kid,” sighed Shikamaru. Yoshino reached out to rub her hands up and down Sakura’s arms. 

“I know. I know. It’s just... well, you understand me, right, Sakura-chan?” Yoshino said. Sakura smiled.

“I get it. Thank you, Oba-san, Oji-san.”

Sighing, Yoshino pulled Sakura in for a hug, stroking Sakura’s back. “Why couldn’t we have had a beautiful, sweet daughter like you instead of that rude son?” 

“Hey!”

The flight to Osaka was short. By the time the attendants served drinks, it was time to begin the descent into Itami Airport. Haku met her at arrivals, bouncing from foot to foot as she dragged her suitcase behind her. He pulled his black mask down to reveal his grin.

“Hey,” Sakura greeted him, throwing her arms around him. He squeezed back just as hard. But she felt something hard against his chest. She pulled away, already glaring at him. 

“Are you-?” 

She didn’t even get a chance to finish the question. Because Haku reached into the front of his jacket. He hooked his thumb into the ribbon and pulled out the gold medal he had won at Worlds. He waved it back and forth like a pendulum. 

“You seriously wore that all the way here?” she demanded.

Haku nodded. He let it drop back under his shirt. Sighing, she reached out to ruffle his hair. 

“You’re unbelievable,” she declared. 

“Yeah, I know,” he retorted.

They had lunch together, Haku talking a mile a minute as he caught her up on everything. She had missed the first couple days of rehearsal because of work. Sakura knew that Tsunade would have excused her without hesitation. But it felt wrong to be missing so many days, especially since it would be the last few days she would see the seniors. So she had stuck around until the last day of the spring semester and even attended graduation before taking the next flight up to Osaka.

“I can’t believe Karin-chan’s retiring. I feel old!” Haku groaned, reaching for her plate. Sakura pushed it over to him so that he could steal the last of her salad. She slapped his fingers away when he began reaching for her cookie, though. 

“Okay. Anyone I should keep an eye out for?” she asked. Haku gave her puppy dog eyes when she opened the plastic and tore off a hunk of her cookie. She didn’t offer him a crumb. He made a face. Crossing his arms, he rested his elbows on the plastic table.

“Nah, not really. Everyone seems pretty cool,” he replied. 

They hung out for a little while longer. They made a little detour to visit Kobe Harborland. They took a couple selfies in front of the ferris wheel, which Haku spent the taxi ride editing and filtering to look just right. 

When they arrived at the arena they ran into one of the other skaters in the parking lot. She hugged Sakura, chattering nonstop about how nice it was to see her. This continued on as they entered the lobby. They flashed their ID at security, who pointed them in the direction of the locker room. Sakura waved at Haku as they parted between the men’s and women’s locker rooms. 

The one-sided conversation stopped short when Karin spotted them. She pounced, grabbing Sakura in a hug. She kissed each of Sakura’s cheeks, leaving lipstick marks. 

“Прости,” Karin apologized as she rubbed at the red with the edge of her sleeve.

“That’s okay, Karin-chan. It’s good to see you too,” laughed Sakura. 

Stars on Ice had reached out to Sakura many times throughout her career. It had surprised her when they had contacted her again this year. After all, there were dozens of young skaters who were in the spotlight now. Why reach out to someone who had retired? And rejected them dozens of times before?

But they had been thrilled to have her. And as one of the staff members gave her the rundown, Sakura was surprised by the amount of freedom she was given with her programs. As soon as the meeting was over, someone dashed across the rink toward her. She barely recognized Mangetsu before he collided with her.

“Hi!” she exclaimed as he squeezed her in one arm and Haku in the other.

“Get off me, you old fart!” Haku snapped, shoving him away. And then he struggled to pry his arm off of Sakura.

“Relax, Shimizu. We were friends first, right?” Mangetsu goaded him. 

“Hi, Hozuki-kun,” Sakura laughed. She threw her arms around Haku, squeezing him against her chest. 

“Don’t be jealous, little Haku-chan,” she teased in a baby voice.

“The both of you suck. Lemme go!” snarled Haku, flailing his arms around. But Sakura held tight. And Mangetsu held onto the both of them, cackling as Haku began spewing profanities. 

Sakura showed off the new choreography to Karin. But as she did a triple-salchow, she miscalculated the distance and botched her landing. She skidded on the ice, giggling as she rolled onto her side.

“You okay, Haruno?” called Karin. 

“My butt!” groaned Sakura, still laughing.

Mangetsu did a wide loop around her, waiting for her to get to her feet. But when Sakura held out her hand, he drew closer. He grasped her outstretched hand and pulled her to her feet. Once she was steady, he swung her in a circle around him. She released his hand, grabbing the opposite one as she completed the loop.

Mangetsu pulled her in closer, but she pushed off his chest, rolling her eyes at him. 

“Maybe we should’ve done pairs,” he suggested, releasing her hand. 

“No way. We would’ve killed each other,” she pointed out.

“You’re right,” he conceded, chuckling. "But you’re tiny. I bet I could lift you easy.” 

A look crossed Sakura’s face as she considered that. She tilted her head a little. Skates slowing, she looked in Karin’s direction. The redhead was by the edge of the rink, chatting with Suigetsu and one of the Chinese skaters. She had mentioned on more than one occasion that sometimes Suigetsu would lift her. And then they would joke about having her replace his ice dance partner.

“Wait, let’s try it,” Sakura suggested. She held out her hands. Mangetsu grabbed them, lacing their fingers together. 

“Alright. On the count of three,” he told her.

Everyone turned to watch as Mangetsu lifted Sakura into the air, his arms shaking a little. But as her elbows locked, Sakura found herself held rather securely in a press lift. 

“Am I heavy?” she called down to him, core and back muscles tight as she tried to keep steady. 

“Not really,” Mangetsu replied. 

“Wait, how do I get down?” Sakura then wondered, realizing that the rink was suddenly a couple meters away from her feet. She began giggling, and so did Mangetsu. Their arms began shaking from the movement.

“Help!” she laughed.

Haku and Suigetsu glided over. Suigetsu said something to his older brother while Haku approached Sakura. As Mangetsu began easing his arms down, Haku wrapped his arms around Sakura’s legs. She tried to stop laughing at how ridiculous the situation had become. She sagged against Haku when her blades finally touched the ice. 

“This is like how cats climb up into trees and can’t get down,” Haku remarked.

Sakura turned, already lunging from him. But Haku had read her body language and began skating away. She hurried after him, arms pumping at her sides. When she finally seized his shoulders from behind, he kept going, dragging her along after him. 

“Conga line!” Sakura announced. Karin caught up to them, grasping Sakura’s shoulders. When a fourth skater joined in, he threw them off balance, sending them tumbling onto the ice. Sakura sat there, laughing and laughing until her stomach hurt. Haku laughed right along with her, barely protesting when she slapped his arm a couple times.

“Feeling nervous?” Karin asked as she fixed the buttons of Sakura’s costume that Saturday afternoon. 

“A little. But also no,” replied Sakura. 

“I heard the tickets sold out right away when people found out that you were joining the line-up,” Karin teased just a little. And Sakura looked over her shoulder at her. Karin stuck out her tongue before she gave Sakura a light slap on her back. Her costume was all secured.

They could hear string music playing as the introduction video played on the big screens. She and Karin made their way into the tunnel. It led straight out onto the ice. And in the darkness, she could make out the packed stands. Black silhouettes crowding together. 

One by one, they played a short clip for each performer. And then they would do a short lap around the rink before heading back out, just to whet the appetites of the audience. 

A staff member with a clipboard tapped her on the arm, urging her forward. 

The ice was dark as she skated out of the tunnel. She could hear the whispers and rustles of paper as she glided out. And when the purple and white spotlights flickered on, screams erupted all around her. Sakura threw her arms up, beaming. 

People had brought along signs with her name on them. They shook them, waving their hands as she moved past them. She did a lap all around the rink. It was smaller than what she was used to, but it was nice that the seats were so close. She could finally see the faces of all the people in the audience. 

Including Itachi, who sat in one of the VIP seats at the very front. Her eyes widened as their gazes met. And she wondered whether she had just been seeing things. But when she glanced over her shoulder, he was still sitting there. Shaking her head a little, she forced the smile back onto her face. 

“Oh, Itachi-kun, she looked right at me!” Mikoto said, shaking Itachi’s arm a little. It took a second for his mother’s voice to process in his brain. Itachi looked over at her, at the way Mikoto held the pamphlet in front of her mouth as she spoke. Her sparkling eyes. And he laughed a little.

“Yeah, Mom. She did,” he agreed with her. 

[kathrynmaslow]

Love Lies (7/15)

Summary: Ever since Emma was 13, she knew she had the ability to destroy people if she wanted to, and some days, she really wanted to. After being forced to go to Greenwood Academy following a traumatizing event in her childhood that brought to the surface her ability to manipulate fire, she never thought she would be free of the place. So for nearly 10 years, she lived a solitary existence with the exception of her best friends, but that was all about to change.

Killian Jones had just been sentenced to attend the university campus at Greenwood Academy after an accident at sea caused him to be dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty’s royal Navy and lose his hand. He doesn’t know what to think about these newfound powers and what they spell for the rest of his now not-so-normal life. But a chance encounter one day has the ability to change all of that.

A story about love and redemption between two people that shows, if you have the right person beside you, you can find a light in the darkness. Rating: M Content Warnings: Mentions of Violence/Death, Brief mention of Childhood Abuse/Sexual Assault, Mild Sexual Content

Chapter Notes: Chapter 7!!!! This has to be one of my favorite chapters that I have ever written for any of my stories, and I am so excited for you all to finally read it! Thanks as always to @daveyjacobsthepotterhead for being a phenomenal beta and @princesse-swan for being an awesome artist. Check out her chapter art for Killian out on tumblr! (I was wrong in saying it was posted last week, it was actually this week, sorry!)

I also have to thank atruthuniversally for commenting on every chapter! It makes my day reading your comments every week.

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Chapter 7

Emma was nervously waiting in her room for Killian to arrive to pick her up before they headed over to the circus on campus.

She told him that he didn’t have to come and pick her up, that it wasn’t a real date and all that jazz, but Killian insisted.

“It’s all about impressions, right?” He asked.

But because of that, now she was completely over-thinking everything. It was supposed to be a bit cooler out this evening, so she was wearing a long sleeved henley with a comfortable pair of jeans and her favorite beanie. But now she was worried that what she was wearing was entirely too casual for the evening.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts.

“I can hear you overthinking in there Swan, open the door.” Killian said.

A smile spread across her face and she laughed a bit as she pulled the door open.

“How exactly did you know that?” Emma asked, “You couldn’t even see my face.”

Killian smiled at her. Emma was relieved to see that he was dressed as casually as she was, in a pair of blue jeans with a leather jacket covering what she assumed to be a long sleeved shirt. The chain for his dog tags was peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t necessarily have to see your face to know what you are thinking Emma. I just know you well enough to know that you would be nervous about this,” Killian said, extending his hand out to take hers.

She turned back to grab her ID badge and dorm keys, tucking them into the back pocket of her jeans before reaching out and taking his hand.

She paused outside of her door to make sure she heard the locking mechanism slide into place before they made their way across campus to the main square between the upper and lower campuses.

Apparently they had opened both campuses up to allow them access to the circus tonight.

The Circus came to campus at least twice a year, but Emma had never once gone. She never had any reason to.

Until now it seemed.

“Did David or Mary Margaret say anything to you about where to meet them here Love?” Killian asked her.

She and Mary Margaret had made up during the days between their fight and tonight, but Emma still considered things a bit frosty between them. She hadn’t entirely forgiven her for the comments that she made about high risk students looking a certain type.

“David said they were going to be arriving a bit later in the evening, he had a group project that needed to be finished tonight prior to coming. Ruby said her and Victor would be here, but didn’t specify when they would be here.” Emma said, trying to remember the conversation she had had with them two days prior.

“Well then, looks like we will have a bit of time just to enjoy ourselves for a bit before getting hounded by the dogs.” Killian wagged his eyebrows at her, causing Emma to throw her head back and laugh.

Killian smiled at her and lead her down to the entrance of the circus tents that were sprawled out along the square. A security officer asked to see their ID badges, and gave them both a wristband that showed that they were upper campus students.

According to security, there were some tents that the younger students weren’t allowed to access and they had to have a wristband to denote the difference between the two groups of students.

Killian looked at Emma after that description, shrugging his shoulders in a ‘whatever’ type gesture.

He took her hand back in his as they began walking down the main aisle of tents, seeing all of the food and drink vendors lining the stalls off to their right, while all of the games and activities were scattered long to their left.

Lighting up the far corner of the grounds was a large ferris wheel, its blinking lights shining in random patterns along it’s spokes.

The Grand Stands in the Main tent took up about half of the square, looming up over the rest of the festival like some kind of red and white ghost.

“Hungry, Love?” Killian asked her, gesturing with his chin towards one of the food vendor's tents.

“Sure.” She said, following his lead.

He bought them both corn dogs, despite Emma’s protests, and settled them down at one of the standing tables while Emma hunted down a beer for both of them.

Emma noted the woman at the stand checked her wrist band when she ordered the beers, so that was what security was likely talking about when they mentioned the younger students not being allowed to have at the tents.

“I don’t think that I have had the pleasure of having a corn dog before now, Swan.” Killian said, setting down his food and gratefully taking the beer from her when she came back over to where he was waiting.

“There are probably a lot of ‘American’ delicacies that you haven’t had the pleasure of having before now either. Have you heard of a thing called deep fried butter?” Emma said, laughing at the look of disgust that crossed his face.

“I will probably just stick with the corn dog for now then if that’s the case.”

“We are at a circus Killian, their specialty is deep fried anything. Deep fried ice cream, butter, bacon, twinkies-”

“What in the devil is a twinkie?” Killian asked.

Emma laughed at the expression on his face. “Don’t say it like it is some kind of dirty word.” Emma had to pause to try and contain the laughter that was threatening to explode out of her. “It is a dessert pastry.”

“You Americans and your deep fried monstrosities.” Killian said, finishing off his corn dog and taking another swig of his beer.

Emma finished off her food as well and took to walking on Killian’s left side, looping her arm through his so he could use his hand to hold his beer.

They walked beside a bunch of high schoolers trying their luck at the games before heading back towards the main tent to see a lot of the performers.

Killian and Emma’s eyes widened when they walked into the tent. While it housed the main stage area where a group of trapeze artists were performing, there were also a bunch of other performers entertaining the students in random circles around the tent floor.

He pulled her to a stop in front of a performer who was currently breathing a small stream of fire over a younger students marshmallow.

“Can you do that Swan,” Killian asked, pointing at the gentleman, “Breath fire like that?”

“Yeah, I can actually,” Emma said, watching the performer with a pang of jealousy. While she didn’t hope to be a circus performer, she was jealous of the fact that he was free to use his gift as he saw fit, without anyone trying to keep his powers under lock and key like hers were.

“Ohh, David look, A fire-breather, how cool is that?”

Killian and Emma both turned to see Mary Margaret pulling David along towards the performer, Ruby and Victor following close behind.

Emma’s brows tightened at the insinuation and she felt Killian’s wrist move to wrap around her shoulders, rubbing them in a comforting manner.

David recognized them first. “Killian, Emma! There you are!”

“Emma! So good to see you here.” Mary Margaret pulled her into a hug as soon as she reached the couple. “Killian, you know David and Ruby. And this is Victor, Ruby’s boyfriend.”

Killian raised his beer in greeting.

Emma turned back to see the fire-breather looking at her.

“You a fire wielder?” He asked her. She shook her head mutely. “Light up the night little lady.”

The performer winked at her before spinning into his next trick, making a shower of little flames bloom up from his hands and spraying out like fireworks.

The younger kids watching cheered, looking in awe at the act.

“You alright Love?” Killian asked her, wrapping his arm tighter around her shoulders.

“Yeah, I will be.” She gave him a small smile the she hoped was reassuring. He smiled back at her and gave her a quick kiss to her forehead.

“I see you guys have already found the alcohol, did you already eat?” David asked them.

“Yeah, we got here about an hour ago, where did you come in?” Killian asked.

“We got in over by the ferris wheel, why?” David asked, having to speak up to be heard over the crowd cheering in the main stands.

“Because the food vendors are on the other side of the grounds mate.” Killian said, “Emma and I can show you.”

Killian turned to lead the way towards food, wrapping his arm around her. Ruby came up along side of her as David fell into conversation with Killian.

“Nothing going on between the two of you, huh?” She said.

“Ruby…” Emma started, really not wanting to get into it with her friend right now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. But I just wanted to say that I haven’t seen you this happy in all the time that I have known you, so am I glad for whatever this is. Okay?” She said, giving Emma an encouraging smile.

“Thanks Ruby. He does make me happy.” She responded. Emma made an attempt at changing the topic, “Is Victor going to try winning any of those prizes for you?”

“While Victor might be an excellent scholar and all, I don’t think he would be amused by the games they have set up here. They aren’t meant for anyone to easily win, and he would spend more of his time complaining about the game than actually winning.” Ruby explained, “What about Killian? He express any interest in winning you any prizes tonight?”

Emma looked back up towards Killian, watching him and David laughing over a joke as they continued to walk through the grounds. “He hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort to me yet. But knowing him, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

They did eventually find a way to all of the games tents after finding food for the rest of their friends and getting fresh beers again for everyone.

David tried to cheat out one of the strong man games, winning on his first attempt at playing, but the game runner looked at him with a questioning eye after he did it for the second attempt.

It was when Killian snorted under his breath that the gentleman told him he had to switch which game he was playing to one of the ones meant for someone with his kind of strength.

Emma and Mary Margaret lost it then, laughing at their friend’s misfortune and having to retry his wins on the second game. David didn’t do as bad as Emma thought he would have considering the circumstances.

They continued making their way around through all the games tents, swapping stories and drinking amongst friends. Killian even won her a small purple bear at one of the games. It was the most fun that Emma had had in as long as she could remember.

After her fourth beer, she was feeling a pleasant buzz. She and Killian were hanging around the main tent still, watching as a group of acrobats swung from silk ribbons hung from the ceiling. Mary Margaret and David had already left for the evening, stating they had an early morning ahead of them. Ruby didn’t let them off the hook that easily, yelling a few crude comments after them, much to everyone’s enjoyment.

Ruby and Victor had also left for the evening, taking the chance for some time alone before Victor’s roommate returned to their dorm for the night, while also avoiding whatever David and Mary Margaret were surely getting up to in her room.

Emma wasn’t necessarily ready to head back to her room for the night, but she didn’t want to hang around the circus anymore.

Something Elsa and her had done a few years back on one of their school breaks popped into her head, and she turned to look at Killian.

“Hey, did you want to go somewhere else?” Emma asked, placing her hand on his arm to get his attention.

Killian turned towards her and gave her a smile, “Sure, what did you have in mind love?”

“There is this game that a friend of mine used to play whenever we had the chance, where we sneak into the tunnels under the grounds and try and avoid the guards, wanna play?” She asked.

The smile on his face turned absolutely sinful. “That sounds like an interesting game. Lead on Swan.”

A broad smile broke out across her face as they made their way out of the stands, both of them laughing and giggling as they both stumbled a bit getting down the stairs. Emma wasn’t drunk, far from it, but she was buzzing on both the alcohol and Killian’s presence.

Emma took his hand as she lead them across the campus towards one of the closest entrances to the tunnels that she could remember.

As she and Killian ducked behind a bush to avoid the detection by one of the security guards nearby, he shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“What are you doing?” She whispered at him.

“Covering your shirt up Love, the light color would give us away in an instant.” He explained, throwing the jacket over her shoulders.

Emma made quick work of pushing her arms through the sleeves and moving to tuck most of her hair under her beanie. It was always Elsa’s white blonde hair and love for blue shirts that usually got them caught by the guards.

As soon as the guard was past them, she tapped the leg nearest to her, signalling him to follow her towards the grate in the ground.

When she looked down, they could see light shining from the main tunnel towards the offshoot that lead towards this entrance. Perfect.

She wrapped her hands around one side of the grate and pulled, the heavy metal shifting enough that she could pull it further off to the side for her and Killian to climb through.

“You first, I have to move this back into place before we keep going, otherwise they are going to send a ton of people in after us.

“You sound like you have done this a lot.” Killian whispered back to her has he began making his way down into the tunnels.

“Almost every week when Elsa was here.” She replied as she began following him down, sliding the grate back into place.

“This Elsa lass sounded like quite the hoot.” Killian said as she landed next to him.

Emma took his hand and began leading him down towards the main tunnel area.

“Okay, there are multiple little passages and nooks which aren’t lit to hide in down these tunnels, so we just need to make sure that we avoid the guards for as long as possible.” Emma explained, tugging on his hand to draw him out further.

They began aimlessly wandering around the tunnels, just exploring and having fun. They had seen a few guards make passes down different shoots of the tunnels without coming very close to them yet.

They were whispering quietly to each other when they heard the footsteps approaching.

“Shit, hide.” Emma said, pulling Killian with her into the nearest side tunnel, tucking into an alcove before the guards came past.

He pressed his body against her, tucking her tightly into the alcove to make sure they both were out of sight. She felt his chest brushing against hers every time he breathed, the chain for his dog tags bumping into her collarbone.

He hadn’t started out the year wearing them, considering he told her that he had been discharged from the Navy, but he mentioned to her he had taken to wearing them on occasion to remind himself where he had come from.

Emma wrapped her hand around the tags to silence the noise they were making as they moved against one another. Killian unconsciously took another step closer to her in response to the action, eliminating any non-existent space between them.

She was completely aware of all the places his body touched hers, connected from thighs to chest. His hand was pressed against the wall next to her head while his wrist was resting against her back underneath his jacket. The footsteps sounded closer, and he shifted slightly, pulling her closer to him while tucking one of his legs between hers to tuck himself in closer to the wall.

Emma hadn’t thought through the size of the space when she pulled him into it, only thinking that they needed to get out of view of the guards. And Killian was a larger person than Elsa ever was, so a space that might have fit her and her friend wasn’t exactly as conducive to Killian’s larger frame.

“Did you see anything?” They heard one of the guards ask. Emma saw the beam of the flashlight shine down the tunnel over Killian’s shoulder.

“No I didn’t, you are just seeing things Jennings.” Another guard responded.

“Must be, too many nights working. Riggans is increasing the patrols all of a sudden…” He said, voice trailing off as he continued down the tunnel away from them.

Emma looked at Killian, smiling up at him in relief.

“That was close.” He whispered down to her, a broad smile spreading across his face as well.

Neither one of them made any move to exit their little alcove, or put any space between their bodies.

Killian’s eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look down at her. “...Emma,” He said in an almost warning tone as her hips shifted against his.

Emma pulled down on his tags, using her other hand to wrap around the back of his head and bring his lips down to hers.

Her eyes shut as he continued to press his lips against hers, and she felt as his hand moved from the wall to tangle in her hair, pushing her beanie off her head in the process.

Killian pulled back from her for a moment, and she opened her eye to look at him.

His pupils, already wide from the dark of the tunnel, had swallowed up the sky blue of his eyes. He licked his lips, seeming to make up his mind about something before leaning back into her, kissing her with more force, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, silencing her gasp of surprise.

His body pressed into hers fully again, her back hitting the wall behind her as he continued to ravish her mouth. Emma kissed him back with just as much fervor, enjoying the feel of his mouth, his body against hers.

She moved her hands, releasing his tags and running her hands down his back, her hands eventually landing on his hips. She pulled him forward, wanting to feel more of him.

“You are going to be the death of me, Swan.” Killian groaned, pulling away from her mouth.

Emma made a small sound of protest before he moved his lips to kiss along her jaw and neck. His hand and wrist moved down her body as well, the wrist settling on her lower back and his hand splayed between her shoulder blades.

She placed her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulling his hips sharply into her’s, feeling his arousal pressing into her hip bone. He bit down on her collarbone in response, sucking a mark on the spot. Emma moaned, she felt like she was on fire. One of her hands pushed under his shirt, splaying out on his back.

Killian hissed and pulled back from her a bit breathless. His hand moved to pull hers out from under the back of his shirt.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” She asked, pulling her other hand away.

“You are burning up Love.” Killian said.

Emma huffed in response. She didn’t know why her powers reacted like that, increasing her temperature without her even thinking about it.

“Probably for the best anyway Emma, wouldn’t want a guard to walk over to find me ravishing you in the tunnels.” Killian said with a smirk.

“Let’s head somewhere a bit more private than,” Emma said, moving past him slightly to look out into the tunnel. No one was in their little side tunnel, so she pulled him behind her towards the grate where they entered, both of them giggling like teenagers and trying to shush one another at the same time.

They made it out of the tunnels without getting caught and chased each other across campus back towards the dorms. They made it back to Killian’s building first.

“Did you want to come up Love?” He asked, still holding onto her hand.

Emma hesitated. She didn’t know what she wanted all of a sudden. She had enjoyed herself in the tunnels with him, she really did, but she didn’t know if she wanted it to go any further than that just yet.

Killian seemed to read it all on her face. “We don’t have to do anything Emma. I even have a spare bed made up for a guest if she would like.” He said jokingly, remembering Emma’s first visit to his dorm.

Emma laughed. “Lead on then, Sailor.” She said, gesturing towards his building. She moved easily over to his other side so he could keep his hand free while they navigated to doors in his building.

Emma smiled up at him as he unlocked the door to his suite, wrapping her arms tightly around him as they made their way in for the night.

[maxhoemo]

Creature From Another World! pt 5

“Have you ever heard of something called a carnival?” Max asked, holding Eeen’s hand as they walked. Only to help him along the sand of course.

“Of course! I have your dictionary in my head, remember?”

“Oh yeah... Kind of weird... Anyways, I think you’ll really like it.”

“If you like it I am sure I will! Only thing... Earthling eyes... They seem to be much weaker than my own.... Everything, it is a little blurry.”

“Try these,” Max took his own glasses off his face and offered them to Eeen.

He put them on, blinking a few times. “Oh, this is much better! But what about you, Max?”

“Eh, I’m okay without em.”

--

As they approached their destination, Max looked over. Seeing Eeen’s eyes light up with wonder, he couldn’t help but smile. It was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He didn’t say anything at first. He craned his neck all around, trying to look at everything he could. “We have to buy tickets for the rides and stuff,” Max explained, approaching the ticket counter.

Eeen seemed to be captivated by the roller coaster. “I want to go on that thing!”

Max didn’t answer, biting his lip instead. Giant rollercoasters were a little too much for him. “Uhh, let me just get these... 20 tickets please.”

“Oh, Max...” Eeen frowned, reading the price board as he watched Max gather the two ticket sheets. “I cannot afford $26.95...”

“It’s okay, I’ve got it,” Max assured with a smile. 

He wasn’t surprised Eeen was having a good time once they got going. He was sure no other planet would have something like this. Aliens, at least the kind you read about or see in the movies, never seem to have much fun. He took him on the ferris wheel. It was a classic after all. It wasn’t until they were stopped at the very top Max remembered how scared of heights he was. Without even realizing it, he gripped tightly to Eeen’s sleeve.

“Don’t be scared, Max,” he smiled at him, petting his lead like he was a cat or something. “You can’t fall if you just stay still.”

“Y-yeah... Th-that’s true...” Max replied, trying to sound convinced.  

As they walked through the midway, Eeen went to take Max’s hand like they had on the beach. “Uhh... Better not...” Max pulled away with a frown.

“Why?”

“People might think we’re queer.”

“Queer?”

“You know, two guys? Look around, see everyone here on dates? In couples?”

“Dates?” Eeen looked around, and then back to Max. “Yes.”

“They’re all a guy and a girl. Can’t be two guys.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s illegal. And I don’t want no trouble.”

“Illegal? Why?”

“Well, because.... Well, I’m not really sure...” he admitted.

Eeen frowned. “I would like to try a date with you.”

Max laughed, surprised to hear such a thing. “Well... You are cute, I’ll give you that.”

Eeen looked around, searching for something. He spotted a girl licking a popsicle before tossing what was left in a trash can. Eeen ran over to it.

Max blinked a few times. He was fast as hell! It took him a second to see where he’d gone. Or why. “Eeen, Eeen, stop!” He rushed over to him. “I’ll get you your own!” he insisted, seeing Eeen pull out the discarded treat and touch it with his finger tip. He looked behind him. “There. I’ll buy you one from...” When he turned around, the alien had changed form again. Well, he looked almost the same as he just had, but his body was now female.

“Eeen?”

“Now we can do date things,” he smiled, taking Max’s hand.

Max went along with it. He didn’t even care if someone saw him here and told Betty. If she broke up with him, he wouldn’t complain. “Wanna play?” he asked, as they approached a ring toss game. 

Eeen nodded. Looking over at a couple at a nearby game, he saw the guy win a bear and give it to the girl, earning a kiss. Eeen wanted to imitate this. His heightened alien precision made the game easy. He was handed a large stuffed dog, and gave it to Max. Leaning down, he held his lips puckered for a kiss.

Max laughed softly. He decided to comply, giving the alien a peck. He was so eager to learn, how could he deny him that?

He would have stayed out with Eeen all day, but if he didn’t get home soon it’d be suspicious. So he walked him back to his hideout.

“That was really fun.”

“Yes. Very fun!”

“I’ll take you out again this weekend okay?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Oh. You trying out some bigger words?”

Eeen nodded. “Max. Can I kiss you again? That was my favourite part.” He looked down at the boy. 

“Okay...” Max whispered. “But, you know... I preferred your other look.”

Eeen tucked a lock of Max’s hair behind his ear, shifting to his previous form.

Max wrapped his arms around Eeen’s neck, standing on his tippy toes and connecting their lips. This kiss lasted much longer and Max was surprised how much he liked it. 

“I...I should go... My mother will worry....”

“Here.” Eeen tried to give Max the stuffed dog.

“You can keep it. Earth relic, you know?”

“I won it for you. I want you to take it.”

“If I come home with that my parents will know I skipped class. Just hold on to it for me, alright?” Eeen nodded, and Max turned to leave.

“Wait, Max,” he looked back over his shoulder. “Your glasses.” The alien took them off, giving them back.

“Thanks. Almost forgot,” Max slipped them back on his face. “Bye.” He turned again. He had to get home soon.

“Bye bye. I love you!” Eeen called.

Max was caught off guard by that one. He supposed he was just trying to articulate his affection. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

--

Max walked through his front door, only to yet again see someone unpleasent sitting at his kitchen table. One of his dad’s superiors. 

“Max,” his father greeted. “How was school?”

“Fine...”

“The General needs to talk to you about your... Encounter...” Putting a hand on his back, he pretty much dragged him over to the table.

“Where did that creature take you?” The General asked.

“Nowhere...”

“What did he look like, son?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s gone. I told you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

The General only nodded. An expression Max couldn’t quite read. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed. His wrist being poked and squished like he was feeling for something. “Hey!”

“That thing microchip you?”

“No!” Max pulled his hand away. “Just leave me alone!” he cried, retreating upstairs to his room in a huff. 

“That thing aint dead,” the General smirked, taking a puff of his cigar. “The creature is still out there. And your boy is gonna lead us right to it. Whether he knows it or not.”