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dimpledcherry · 3 years ago

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I cant get him out my head!

( I saw @sarafinatheasassin send this ask to @xxxgalaxyfriendxxx and felt a strong itch to write this :) i hope i’ve done the idea justice )

Summary: “sonic develops a crush on shaodw in sonic 3 and maddie is the one who had to sit him down and give him ‘the talk’ becuase tom is too busy freaking out becuase he wasn’t expecting this at all and poor sonic is just super confused about what’s going on”. Pairings: Sonadow Trigger Warnings: None :) Content Warnings: Short tempered moments

The wachowski’s morning route was set in stone at this point: Maddie does yoga accompanied by Knuckles, Tails is tinkering with some new invention at the dining table, Sonic is helping Tom cook up breakfast - everyones favourite, Pancakes! The radio is pattering nonsense in the back, only really to be heard when Tom hums a song, the true sounds of the room are bowls and spoons tapping, renches cracking and Maddies laughs as Knuckles struggles to remain a fairly simple pose. Sonic and Tom laugh too through the window, obviously causing the Echidna to growl at his counter parts.

“You wanna go tell them it’s pancake time?” Tom bumps Sonic, whilst putting the pan on the stove.

“If he pounces at me, its your fault!” The boy left the room to get his brother and mum. He’s joined moments later with both. The boys understand its time to sit at the table and it’s now Maddies turn to be kitchen helper. A brief welcome-back kiss and a choir of ‘ewww’s are the sounds of the room. Maddie turns the radio up slightly as she dots about getting the toppings.

“It’s 8am and it’s time for the morning news. We have a few stories for you this morning, folks. There was a serious accident the west side of state last night and roads heading in and out are still either closed or at a stand still, household bills are hitting an all time high and the govner is due in court this afternoon to being talks to help this crisis and GUN have sent out a public statement sharing they’re reopening the research project, Project Shadow, after 50 years of inactivity.” The reporter signs off and the sounds of the room reenter pop space.

Maddie and Tom share a look, “Project Shadow? Are they mental?” Tom gasps.

“I don’t see why now. Wasn’t it too dangerous?”

“Well it has been 50 years-“

“Whats Project Shadow?” Tails interups.

“Some research project to create a remedy for illness. There was a scientist who spent years on it, he tried to create this ultimate life form but everyone presumed it was a waste because it got shut down after a while and nothing was to show for it.’ Maddie informed the boys, serving their plates simultaneously.

“Ultimate life form.” Sonic laughs, “That's so pretentious!”

“My father used to tell me about it. He had some odd interest in it. Perhaps because it was so far advanced for that time, i won’t know. But its actually quite sad. The scientist had a sick grandaughter, can’t remember what was wrong with her but it wasn’t easy on them.” Tom finished, filling the seats at the table.

“Did she die and that caused him to retire his project?” Sonic asked.

“I remember losing my father, it made me want to protect the master emerald even more. Why would he dishonour his purpose?” Knuckles retorted.

“Humans suffer when losing people, Big Guy. Some of us will get stronger but others lose themselves a little.” Maddie told him directly, returning her attention to the rest, she continued “Nobody knows if her dying caused the case to go under, nobody knows when she died. It kinda just…. stopped.”

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“Nice to see you showed up, Hedgehog!” Robotnik yelled from his robot.

“I always show up, Robotnik!”

“See you’ve brung your friends with you, too! How sweet!” The 3 exchanged looks “I’m getting that emerald back even if it means i have to kill you”

“Over my dead body!” Knuckles retorted, the doctor laughed.

“Knuckles! You can’t send offers like that!” Tails facepalms.

“Is that how its gonna be?” robotnik laughs, sending the first hit.

The team battle for a short while, Tails using his dining table inventions to aid him, Sonic spin dashing and Knuckles crushing. The team hold themselves well against the doctors tech. “I’m going too easy on them!” He yells to Stone,

“Does this mean-“ Stone begins

“-Show them who we’ve got? Release him.” Robotnik finishes.

On ground, the ragtag team find themselves stood in a back to back huddle awaiting the next move. The move is unprepearable, a blacked out frame similar to Sonic’s is thrown in front of them. The distance between the 2 groups is filled with a low growl from Knuckles, a gasp from Tails and a squint from Sonic. He knew how shadows worked… his shouldnt be that high up-

Sonic could see the eyes, hands, mussle, feet of the new foe but couldn’t register how something that looked exactly his shape existed. His eyes took it all in, similar build, similar stance but all too unfamilar. The black fur, the white tuft, the panting stance, the red framed boots, the rings. He knew this creature was, too, a hedgehog but it felt so too different to be one. The figure dissapeared, the trio found themselves spining around looking for it.

Knuckles was first. He got swept off his feet almost within an instant, the black blur had thrown the lad to the floor, disapearing once more. “What- Who was that!” Knuckles grumbled to his crew. Sonic stood in sheer shock, Tails ran straight to help his fallen mate.

Sonic felt his brows knot instantly, he looked around for the culprit. “Ahh!” Tails squilled as the blur reappeared, taking the fox in his hands. Sonic knew he should be angry, he should be defending his brothers, but for as much as his brain was screaming at him, he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch, mouth a gape, browed scrunched, breath held. All he could look at was the stranger.

The foe turned his direction to the blue hedgehog. Sonic felt an unfamilair ping, he wasn’t scared but he wasn’t his overly confident sassy self. In the corner of his eye he could see Knuckles regaining himself paying his attention to the fox, but the majority of his vission was given to his darker counterpart. At a speed hes only used to experiencing, never witnessing, he’s clutched by 2 white hands, running him away from his friends. His eyes clocks to his face, taking in the piecing red eyes, similarly point nose and red liner around his eyes.

“I thought you were mean to be the strongest creature in the galaxy?” He spoke in a low gravelled angry voice. Sonic didn’t answered, “Where’s the emerald!” The being threw Sonic to the floor, “Answer me!” “Do you know who i am?”

“I-um..”

“Sonic! What are you doing!” Tails yelled from the sidelines. Sonic didn’t know how to answer, he didnt know what to do, he didnt know how to move. This creature was straddled above him, throwing his fists at him and he was taking it. He’s never done this in his life.

“Why won’t you answer me!” The being grabbed the sides of Sonic’s face, “I’m the ultimate life form! Ignore me and you’ll regret it, hedgehog-”

‘ultimate life form’. the words tattooed themselves to Sonics brain, conversations from the other day flew into his head. His brain hyper focused on them 3 words to the point he could see nothing but the boy atop of him. Was this ‘project shadow’? Was this the remedy? Why would a he be after an emerald? Why? How does he know about them-

He was balled off the hero in a grey haze. Turns out Tails had a net shooter on him too!

As the figure was flung to the floor, Sonic was bolted up right. “This isn’t over yet, Faker.” The stranger disapeared yet again.

Knuckles was by Sonic, lending him an arm to lean on, Tails walked over to the two, “Hey, Sonic, are you alright?”

Sonic was staring at the bundle of netting on the dirt, cold confusion, “I-I um..” Knuckles and Tailed shared a glance.

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The crew were playing baseball, Knuckles on back stop, Tails swinging, Maddie and Tom in the field and Sonic batting.

“You got this, Sonic!” Maddie cheered

Sonic set himself us, staring at the ball, settling himself into the sand. He sighed into his concentration, but the moment the built up air left his lungs, his brain left the situation. Red cold eyes were his focus, the close us face of a stranger, pretty red eyes framed with red liner, a small point nose and a seemingly constant frown.

“Strike 1!” Tom yelled.

“Huh-?” Sonic zoned himself back in, shaking his head. Everyone staring his way.

“You okay bud?” Tom tilted his head,

“Yeah! Just testing you guys!” He lied, faking his laugh and confidence

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“Tails, Darling, twist the spaghetti around you fork, like this,” Maddie giggled at the poor fox.

“Oh! Thank you!”

“How dare you dishonour me, spaghetti! Am I not worthy!”

It was the wachowski’s spag bowl night. They often had dinner together, chatting about their days and telling old stories. It’d been a few days since Sonic met Shadow, and it was consuming his life. Today he found himself shifting off mentally to think about the hedgehog. Right now, he could feel his family talking but he couldn’t comment on what the topic was. He was sitting with his head propped up on one hand and his other twirling the pasta around his fork. His mind was racing about this hedgehog, and his pretty sharp feature, low rippled voice, his roughness and his-

“Bud?” He was pulled back with a nudge to his foot. He looked up, Tom had whispered to him, “You okay?”

Sonic propped a smile on his face and gave a nod, enthusiastically eating a forkful. He quickly fell back into his daydream. Wondering what it’d be like to have that hedgehog here with him.

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Today, Sonic woke up to having the hedgehog on his mind. He’d dream about him. A simple, fluffy nonsense dream. The two in a tuff, Shadow (he was assuming this was his name due to the project title) pinning his arms above his head, heavy breathing. The two somehow ending their wrestle in a kiss.

He woke up somber that day, not particularly wanted to leave his bed. Tom breakfast making buddy unheard of that morning was a first.

“Where's Sonic, boys?”

“Asleep, Lord of Doughnuts.” Knuckled reported, sitting on the counter.

“What-? He’s usually well awake by now?” Maddie huffed, leaning into Tom who was cooking eggs.

“He hasn’t been himself lately.”

“Maybe he’s getting ill. Do you guys get sick?” She looked over to the red echidna, who was a mouthful of grapes. He nodded,

“Rarely. But it happens!” He mumbled through the grapes.

The humans share a glance, Maddie ruffled Knuckles spins and kissed Toms cheek, heading for the stairs to their attic. She knocked on the entrance, no answer. “Sonic? Can I come in?”

“Mmm”

“I’m coming in.” She opened the hatch, seeing her boy still tucked up in bed. “You feeling okay, Mister?”

“Yeah.”

She sat on his bed, he reluctantly moved his feet, sighing. She put the back of her hand to his forehead, he had no temperature. “You sure? You’re never in bed this late?”

“Yes. I've already told you.”

She raised her brows at him, “hm”, She looked around the room, “Well im here if you need me. Also you need to clean up a little in here. You three are too messy.” He hummed a reply, it made her smile sadly, “Get up, Sonic. Your breakfast is gonna go bad.” She stood up to leave the room, “And a bad diet will make running very heard for you!”

He huffed, turning in his bed again.

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The 3 boys were chilling in their room, Sonic laying upside down on his bed, Knuckles and a pot of grapes slumped in the bean bag, Tails laying belly down on the floor tails swirling absentmindedly.

“Sonic, can we talk about the other week?” Tails offered

“What’s up buddy?” Sonic smiled, like his usual self

“You dishonored us in the face of an enemy!” Knuckles pipped up, raising his grape holding fists. Sonic looked away at this, he was still annoyed at himself.

“i wouldn’t put it like that, Knuckles. But are you okay Sonic?”

“Yeah, i guess, i never expected there to be another- another me! yaknow?” The blue hog was now fiddling with his fingers.

“Did it shock you? You never freeze up?”

“He- I don’t know.” Sonic rolled himself onto his belly, “I can’t get him out of my head-” The other boys narrowed their eyes to him, “Like, he called himself the ultimate life from. Like what mum and dad were speaking about! But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used to declare his love to her-” Knuckled added

“Knuckles, I don’t think Sonic feels that way”

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“should we take the boys to get icecream?” Tom suggested rolling onto Maddie, who was relaxing on the sofa.

She laughed, “Is this you being a kind dad, or you using your own ice cream wanting through them?”

“Maaaaybe, but you know you want some too.. i know oozie does.”

They shared a quick kiss, “You go round them up, i go start the car?”

Tom bolted up, walked down the hall to the loft hatch, he got a few steps up the ladder about to knock-

“But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used-”

Tom speed down the ladder as quietly as he could, running to the garage where Maddie was, he grabbed her hands as she was about to enter the kitchen and sat her back in the car, shh’ing her the whole way.

“Are you-”

“I THINK SONIC HAS A CRUSH.”

“What!”

“I went to knock for the boys and i heard them talking. Sonic said something about not being able to not think about someone! he said he gives him tingly fingers! Knuckles said something about how you’d tingly fingers with me but i left before he finished!”

“Oh my god!”

“What do we do! I knew this would happen but no so soon!”

“This explains why's he not been himself lately!”

“Wait- Who do you think it could be?”

“Who has he meet lately-?” Just as these words left Maddies mouth, the two shared a knowing look. The boys had shared their encounter with them, they were both aware of Sonic stumbling but had palmed it off to nervousness.

“Oh no. This is even worse! He can’t- He’s gonna just be pining. There’s no way” Tom felt himself deflate at the idea of his sons first love being so unavailable. “Theres no chance they’ll ever see each other again or even, anything! He couldnt’ve fallen for Knuckles”

“How is that any easier-”

“At least he sees Knuckles and it could be spoken through- but now he’s going to go through all the pining and teenage emotions. Maddie i can’t do this- he’s still a kid!”

“Okay, Okay. Tom, i’ll speak to him. He’ll get through it! We don’t even know for sure yet”

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“Mum?” Maddie heard a small voice, behind her.

She turned to see Sonic, in a dishevelled state, quills unbrushed. “You okay, darling?” She was making hers and Toms bed, she had set the pillow down feeling the room go heavy, he pattered on his feet for a moment, scratching his arms.

“Can I-umm” She could his eyes going glassy, “Eh-” He took a breath, “Can I tell you something?” She nodded, sitting on the bed, welcoming him. Once sat, he continued, “Erm-” He sighed, looking at his hands.

“Hug?” She asked, arms out. The hedgehog fell into her arms, melting instantly. She felt his tight shoulders. “Take your time, bud. It’s only me and you.” Sonic seemed to fall apart at that. She felt his small sob, and his hand hold her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment or two, letting Sonic direct the next move.

He pulled away, sipping his nose, sniffing. “Ew, im sorry- I- I don't know what come over me.”

“it’s okay, darling. We all cry sometimes.” She smiled

“Mum?” She nodded “I um- You know what black hedgehog we met a few weeks ago?” Maddie nodded again, “And you know how we all are almost aware he’s Shadow, like The-Project-Shadow Shadow?” Another nod was given. “Well- err-”

“Take your time,”

Sonic huffed,” I think I like him. But I dont know why. Or how I could. I’ve only met him once. But he won’t get out my head. Mum! Everything I do, I think about him- like he’s even in my dream now. I get jelly hands sometimes thinking about him and Knuckled told me you got that with dad. But you and dad had met loads of time- And I can’t like someone who's trans hurt me- How can I-” The hedgehog work vomited

“Breath, kiddo.” She put her hand on his now pink cheek. “Liking people can hit was anytime, any place, any intensity.” Sonic nodded, “You're okay to feel this was- it’s cute. Thank you for being so honest” He smiled at being called cute. “What do you like about him?”

“I keep thinking about his voice!” Sonic throw himself face down in the bed, “It’s so cringe- but it keeps replaying in my head. And his face- his eyes, Mum.” Maddie chuckled to herself, remembering being in this situation but with Tom. “I still feel his hands on mine and it-”

“It makes them feel all fuzzy and not real?”

“Yes!” Maddie laughed, “What do I do?”

“Live in it, Sonic. You can’t do anything right now, but you’ll get a moment. Like how you and Knuckles had your moment to settle your peace, you’ll get your moment with this Shadow.”

“But what if I mess it up! Mum, he wants to kill me! He’s after the think we’re protecting! Knuckles will kill me before he does!”

“I can’t answer that. Only you know that one. But you know better than anyone, everyone has a cover they show everyone else. Maybe he’s not a rude killing machine and it’ll just a play-”

“Hmm But I can’t function around him!”

She laughed, “You’ll figure it out, bud. Thank you for telling me. Remember to breath through it all, refocus yourself.”

Sonic jumped at her for a hug, “Thank you mum! I knew you’d understand better than Knuckles and Tails”

“What’d they say?”

“Tails told me to not star at him if we battle again, he said its very creepy. Knuckles told me, if I ‘dishonour the master emerald, I will dishonour the family name’” He put on a fake Knuckled accent. Maddie laughed.

“If you do meet again, chat to him. He may need that”

“I’ll try”

“Now, you can help me make this bed”

“No!”

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foli-vora · 4 years ago

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more than words, pt.4

A/N: Hello, angels! I hope you’re all safe and healthy! Next instalment is here, and I’m very excited for what’s coming. I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy, too! Love to you all! (I hope I haven’t forgotten to tag anyone but if I did, I’m really sorry!)

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader, best friend!Benny Miller x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, swearing, brief alcohol mention, bit of spice (reminder: this fic is 18+), Frankie being the tease he is

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.5 / pt.6

Your lips were still tingling when you woke the next morning, eyes fluttering open and a smile creeping onto your face as the events from last night replay through your mind for the millionth time. Frankie had been on your mind the entire drive home, the tenderness of his first kiss kicking your heart into double time, and the pure unrestrained passion of the kiss that followed hitting a far lot lower.

Was it possible for a first date to go as well as it did? There wasn’t a single moment in your time spent with Frankie that had you unsure about his character or intentions.

Benny had actually done it. He had found you a guy you really liked. Is Hell freezing over?

You reach for your phone as you slip from bed, stretching leisurely as you make your way to the kitchen, and finding Benny’s contact before pressing ‘call’. It takes a few rings, until his drawl finally greets you through the phone.

“Did you puke?” is his immediate answer and you roll your eyes, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you putter around your kitchen putting some breakfast together.

“No, you asshole.”

He laughs. “He’s that whipped, he’d probably thank you.”

What? What does that mean? Has Frankie spoken to Benny? Did he talk about last night? What did he say? Did he think it went as well as you did? Shit. Calm down. You try to steady your suddenly quickening pulse, a pleasant flutter consuming your stomach as you attempt to sound casual.

“Oh? Has he said something?”

Benny’s voice is sly, teasing – he knows you far too well. “Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Maybe I’m sitting next to him right now. And maybe he’s sitting here blushin’ like a little –” Benny grunts suddenly, seemingly in pain, and the phone crackles as he shifts on the other end, “don’t fuckin’ kick me. Anyway, Fish wants to know what you’re wearing.”

You hear him then, raspy voice piping up in the background with an aghast ‘What?! No–’ and then there’s more scuffling, more grunts of pain, and Benny’s snort of laughter.

“What are you even doing up?” Benny redirects his attention to you after a few minutes of bickering with Frankie, words muffled as he talks around whatever food he has rolling around his mouth. He had noted the early time when your face had flashed over his screen, wondering what could’ve possibly gotten you up and out of bed so early on a day off.

You shrug lightly, even though he couldn’t see it, and prepare your pancake batter. “Just couldn’t sleep in.”

He’s quiet, chewing thoughtfully and then asking softly, “You okay?”

“Yeah – I’m fine, just bored sitting at home. For some reason, I wanted to see what you were up to and if you wanted to hang out, but you’re busy so never mind.”

Benny laughs, “Aw, you missin’ me, angel?” he teases.

“Ugh, I take it back. I’d rather sit here in silence and stare at my wall.”

You can hear him laughing even as you pull your phone away and press the red button, shaking your head and smiling to yourself.

A week passes by before you even know it, work taking over much of your week, and much to your delight, Frankie had eagerly organised another night to meet up. You had talked all week of course – a phone call every evening once Mena had been put down for the night, texts here and there throughout the day, and when he had asked if you were free at all over the weekend, you had agreed without a second thought.

Eagerness buzzes through your system the entire day of the date and the drive to the restaurant, a much welcome change from the anxiety riddled one before. It was a breath of fresh air.

Frankie was waiting for you, as he said he would, leaning against the wall of the restaurant and a smile immediately widening his features when his eyes find you.

This time there was no hesitation, no voice in the back of your mind wondering how to tackle the situation. As soon as you saw him – you couldn’t help yourself – you were in his arms and giving him a soft kiss in greeting. Pleasantly surprised, he smiles against your lips, arms winding around your waist, and the electric tingles that rocket up from your palm when his rough hand gently takes yours has your heart going wild in your chest.

It’s dinner instead of drinks this time, and the two of you squeeze yourselves into one side of the leather booths, instead of sitting opposite each other. You order quickly, and sip at your beer while you listen to Frankie talk about his week, the conversation soon moving in all sorts of directions as you wait for your food.

“How could you not?” You cry at one point, slapping a hand on the table and watching his shoulders shake as he laughs, stomach twisting at the pleasant sound of it. “The universe is huge – like, huge. We are not alone.” You say ominously, and he laughs harder, head hitting the back of the booth.

“Where’s the proof?”

“What?”

“The proof! If it’s so big and we’re not the only ones here, where is everyone?”

“It’s a cover up.” You sniff indifferently, sipping your drink and fighting the twitches threatening to turn your pursed lips into a smile. “Oh my god, you were in the military – are you in on it?”

He’s struggling to breathe, cheeks aching under the grin stretching his features and stomach starting to cramp. “In on what?”

“That’s it! You’re part of the cover up!”

“Yeah, you’ve got me. I was actually a part of a crew chasing away UFO’s.”

No longer able to keep it in, you erupt into a fit of violent giggles, melting over the table top and letting the laughter shake your frame. Frankie watches you fondly, affection flooding his system and causing his insides to warm pleasantly.

He was still trying to work out how he was here, with a beautiful woman, having great conversations, fun conversations, and laughing more than he had in… shit… a long time. It was refreshing and, if he were completely honest with himself, slightly nerve-wracking. Nothing ever stays so perfect, and that thought had him ensuring he was enjoying every second he could with you before you inevitably realised you were incredibly out of his league and went looking elsewhere.

But… how could you ever? When you peak up at him, you can’t help but study the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his dimples deepen in his cheek, and you honestly couldn’t imagine anywhere else in the world you’d rather be. It was… scary. You’d only known him a couple of weeks, and you were feeling like this?

The night melts away before you both even know it happens and soon, you’re snatching up the bill before he can move, and walking out onto the street, Frankie’s arm slung around your shoulders and keeping you pressed close up to his side as a sharp late evening breeze sweeps through you both.

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“Chickens?”

“I’m sorry, but have you ever been chased by a rooster? Those things are fucking vicious, Frankie.”

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay, well what about you?”

“Heights.”

What?

You frown, “But you’re a pilot?”

“I can handle heights if I can control the situation. Flying is easy – I know what to do when I need to do it. It’s when something’s out of my control – falling off a cliff and shit. It’s just… a long way down.” He’s quiet, obviously dwelling on something before he’s shaking his head and smiling, “Do you have a favourite book?”

The short walk to your car takes longer with the leisurely pace you both had unconsciously set, wanting to milk the remaining minutes of the date as much as you could before having to part ways.

“Thank you for dinner.” He spins you into his arms and you laugh quietly, smiling.

“You’re welcome.”

Silence falls over you both as you regard the other.

Frankie… your voice is so quiet, the soft whisper of it dances in his ears, igniting a fire through his veins. He unconsciously presses himself closer, lost in the way your lashes flutter when you look at him. You raise a hand, fingers trailing softly against his jaw and he turns his face into your touch, chasing the feeling of your warm fingertips as they glide up and around his neck.

“Kiss me?”

He smiles, enjoying the way your face scrunches slightly as he nuzzles his nose against yours, “Say please,” he mutters playfully, grin widening when you breathe a quiet giggle.

“Please kiss me, Francisco.”

Oh shit.

You don’t miss the way his face slackens for a brief moment, eyes widening and breath seemingly getting caught in his throat. He swallows, the flicker of a flame that had been burning lowly in his stomach suddenly blazes red hot and then he’s moving, hands cupping your cheeks and claiming your mouth with an intensity that had your knees buckling the second his lips touched yours.

You melt instantly, unable to stop the small whimper that bubbles from your mouth as his tongue traces teasingly along your lip. You open your mouth automatically, tongue immediately sliding greedily along his. His mouth was hot, rough against yours, and the grunt he lets out when your fingers dig into the dark curls at the nape of his neck has a delicious heat shooting to your core, your hips rolling against his.

Fuck. Did you just grind on him?

The sudden stab of panic at potentially going too far is quickly extinguished when his hands fly to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer and keeping you tight up against him while his fingers dig hungrily into your flesh.

The sudden blaring of a car alarm has you both jumping apart and a mile high, Frankie’s hands tightening on you instinctively, and it’s not until you look around that you discover it’s your car making that God awful noise that is ripping your ear drums apart.

“Shit,” you fumble for your keys, quickly pressing the button while Frankie chuckles into the skin of your throat, hands softly rubbing up and down along your waist to calm you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault.” He grins, not at all remorseful for causing such a big disturbance. “It was probably for the best – any longer and we might’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.” The words are growled playfully against your skin, but you can’t help thinking he wasn’t far from the truth. You laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and placing a final kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Drive safe,” you say as he begins to pull back, and he smiles warmly at you.

“You too.”

You slip into your car, watch him disappear down the street and sigh dreamily, body working on auto-pilot for the drive home while your head remains firmly in the clouds. You could only hope you had actually somewhat paid attention to the road and didn’t miss any stop signs or red lights.

Your phone goes off in your hand when you eventually walk through the door to your apartment, and you read the text as you shrug off your jacket. Your eyes have to read it back and forth a few times before the words actually sink in, and then you’re holding it to your chest, delicately cradling the device while you rest heavily on your door, heat flushing along your cheeks.

I’ve thought about whether or not I should say this the entire drive home, but fuck it... miss you already.

Well, fuck.

Delivering a sharp little karate chop to the remaining flat cushion on your couch to fluff it, you place it with the others and then neaten the edges of the blanket hanging over the back, casting one final glance around your apartment and trying to imagine seeing it through a visitor’s eyes.

Clean.

Really clean.

Frankie was picking you up for a ‘mystery date’, which meant – naturally – you had spent the entire day scrubbing every surface in your apartment until it looked like you semi-had your life together. Did you inhale more bleach than what is probably considered healthy? Most definitely. Do you regret it? No. Will your apartment ever be this clean again? Also probably a no.

Checking the time, you’re startled to see how long you had spent fluffing fucking pillows and chant curses as you run to your room, kicking the clothes you rip off under your bed to deal with later and quickly pulling on the outfit it had definitely not taken you two hours to decide on. Your eyes dart to the alarm clock next to your bed when a knock on the door echoes throughout your small home.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he’s on time ��

God, why can’t he just show up half an hour late like the others? You immediately regret giving him the code to your building… that could’ve bought you an extra few minutes.

Stupid perfect face with his stupid perfect punctuality –

You open the door with a grin, hoping your forehead doesn’t look as sweaty as it feels, face softening when you find Frankie standing on the other side with a little potted houseplant cradled in his palms. He sees your eyes fall to it curiously and holds it out to you, your fingers brushing his when you carefully take it from his hands.

“You said flowers make you sad when they die, so…” he shrugs lightly, a gentle smile curling his lips.

Oh.

Emotion claws at your throat as your fingers trace the patterned leaves softly. Not only had he paid attention and actually listened to you during your many conversations, he had gone out of his way to find you a gift you could nurture, one that wouldn’t inevitably end up in the trash after a week or two of blossoming.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, clearing your throat quietly before glancing up at him, shy and overwhelmed by the wave of adoration that inundates you.

“Thank you, Frankie. I love it.”

And he knows you really do. He can hear it in your voice, sees the gratitude shining in your eyes. He follows you as you turn back into your apartment, eyes following you fondly as you walk around, eyeing potential places to situate your new addition.

“I think he looks good there.” You say, turning to confirm his approval over your shoulder after you situate it in the middle of your small dining table. He smiles, nodding his support and watching you turn back to look at the plant, taking his own little minute to admire you and the way you look bathed in the bright afternoon sun shining through your windows.

Fuck. He was captivated, completely infatuated by someone he had only known, what – three weeks? He should be nervous, should be alarmed that such strong feelings had developed so quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than joy – hope. Maybe this could be it, you and him. Endgame.

Fuck. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

His arms open automatically when you saunter up to him, enveloping you into a warm embrace while you press an appreciative kiss to his cheek.

“So, this mystery date,” you say, pulling back to gaze up at him while your hands wrap loosely around his neck, “will I need a jacket?”

“Yes,” he nods, grinning when your brows pinch in contemplation. “You’ll never guess so don’t hurt you head trying.” Lips press against your forehead and you press back into the soft touch, heart jumping at the tender gesture.

“Minigolf?” You question, looking up at the colourful entrance.

“Is that okay? If not, we can go somewhere else –”

He’s nervous – you can hear it in his voice.

Easing his anxiety, you shake your head and grin, “It’s perfect.”

You watch him relax, a pleased smile curling his lips, and then your hand is in his as he leads you through the gate and to the reception area to pay. The both of you meander outside once collecting your clubs and balls, and you feel childishly giddy at all the bright colours and fun obstacles set throughout, bouncing slightly in excitement as you walk to the first hole.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asks around a grin, head tilting as he watches you set up and take your position.

“This isn’t my first time,” you hum, shifting on your feet and lining up your shot. Swinging the golf club gently, you watch the neon orange ball bounce along the walls and finish up teeteringly on the edge of the cup before falling in with a satisfying clunk.

“Oh, by the way,” you spin, smirking, “I kick ass at minigolf.”

“Good,” he returns your smirk, gently nudging you out the way, “I don’t have to take it easy on you, then.”

What had started out as fun, quickly becomes competitive, and with competition comes foul play. Frankie had pinched your sides when you went to hit your ball, your body jolting with a yelp of surprise as he exploited your ticklish spots. In return, you knocked his golf club when he swung, and giggled wildly when he immediately turned on you, wrapping you in a tight hold and raining scratchy kisses along your throat in punishment.

The afternoon melts into evening with mix of steady conversation, laughter and hidden kisses behind obstacles – Frankie stealing the breath right from your lungs when he crowds you against the side of the colourfully decorated windmill and claims your mouth, the crowds of other couples and families wandering around the course oblivious to the two of you hidden in the shadows.

If he was trying to work you up, it was working. He had to know what he was doing to you, had to know how all-consuming his presence was when he swept you up into kiss after kiss. You were so wrapped up in the touches he would caress you with, so focused on the feel of his moustache as it tickled the skin above your lip, that you were completely unaware you were losing… until you peaked at the card Frankie kept sticking out of his back pocket (totally not because you were checking out his ass) and the wave of vicious competitiveness shadows the overwhelming desire to jump him right in the middle of the course on the artificial turf.

Payback.

The next course, you took your short as normal, squirming as you feel Frankie come to stand right behind you. Focus –

Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe –

Goosebumps rise along your arms in waves, the skin on the back of your neck prickling as he ghosts his curved nose down the column of your throat, your head tilting ever so slightly to allow him more access.

Fuck. No, breathe –

You swing the club, satisfaction rolling through you when the ball ends up in the cup perfectly in one shot. He’s slightly shocked, incredibly impressed, and presses a soft kiss of praise just below your ear. You watch as he takes your place, dropping his ball on the ground and readying his posture.

God, you need to stop looking at him like that.

The golf club feels loose in his grip, palms clammy from the fiery gaze locked onto the back of his neck as he hunches over for his turn. He feels a presence behind him but doesn’t pay any mind to it, and instead pays all of his attention to lining up the ball, mentally calculating what sort of angle he’d need to get it through the tunnel and around the winding corners to the cup a short dip below.

The cool puff of air suddenly blowing past and tickling his ear makes him fumble, the ball missing the tunnel and bouncing off of the sides and rolling back to his feet. He sighs, eyeing you over his shoulder with a playful frown as you blink innocently back at him.

He lines up again, tensing when warm hands work their way under his jacket, resting softly on his hips. He could feel the heat of your palms through his t-shirt and clears his throat, shifting on his feet and trying to focus back on the ball. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, teeth nipping lightly at his skin when he swings the golf club softly. Another miss. Frankie watches the ball return again, stopping at his feet with a light knock to his shoe.

“Yeah, that’s right, Morales – I’m onto you.” Your soft voice rings in his ear and he grins, knocking the ball into position with his club. “You may play dirty… but I do, too – try again.”

The words settle hotly in his stomach.

“You think you can win?”

“I know I can.” You all but purr into his ear.

He blocks you out then, focusing everything he has on getting that stupid fucking pink ball through the tunnel. He’s got it this time. This time –

Fingers dive under his shirt and his stomach jumps as they trace along his hot skin, slowly following along the waistband of his jeans teasingly. Fire shoots through his veins, muscles clenching under the feather light touches, your nails softly dragging along his skin.

Fucking Christ –

“Are you just going to stand here all day, Francisco?” You question slyly, voice soft and mocking. At your teasing, both verbal and physical, he hits the ball a little harder than intended and it bounces off the turf entirely and into the bushes lining the course.

You’re smug as you watch it disappear into the shrubs, “I’d say that’s forfeit.”

You go to step away when he starts to turn, but a hand grabs your wrist and keeps you flush against him, your insides somersaulting as his dark eyes burn through you.

“You’re trouble.” He accuses gruffly, heart still hammering in his chest while his skin burns from the ghost of your touches.

“You love it.”

He does.

Fuck, he does. Too much.

“Come on, loser,” you murmur, lips leaving a whisper of a kiss against his. “I’m hungry.” And with that, you turn, winking cheekily at him from over your shoulder, and he watches you walk away with a dumbfounded expression before he follows along behind you, jeans feeling a little tighter than what they did before.

The tension is stifling in the truck on the drive home. You feel your heart beating in your ears, the anticipation bubbling in your chest growing with every mile Frankie travels closer to your apartment. You were aching. Physically in fucking pain, and rubbing your thighs together was doing nothing to soothe the insistent throbbing from your core.

All that playful teasing, the touches and the rough kisses during the day, had caught up, and it was destroying you.

Frankie had briefly mentioned Mena staying with his parents for the night, and it had kickstarted your thoughts into overdrive. Was that a hint? Was he giving you a green light to potentially take this further? Was he saying he would be open to staying over? Was he asking to?

You were worried you were thinking on it too much, maybe getting the wrong idea and he was just expressing how nice it would be to have a night all to himself, but then his hand landed on your thigh and squeezed, and any inklings of doubt all but vanished.

He watches you from the corner of his eye, trying to focus on the road and not the way you keep shifting in your seat. He feels every time you squeeze your thighs together, feels the muscles move under his hand, and he physically has to stop himself from making a noise every time you do. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to him?

Your building comes into view and then he’s pulling up outside, removing his hand from your thigh and throwing the truck into park, letting it idle while you study the structure and get your thoughts together. Swallowing the sudden spike of nerves that settle in your stomach, you look to Frankie and find him already watching you quietly.

For a moment, you say nothing, and he doesn’t bother filling the silence. He lets you have all the time you need while you decide on your next move. Not that you need much time – you know exactly what you want.

“Do you want to come up?” You ask quietly, watching his eyes darken as they flicker to your building before returning to you. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows, and then he’s nodding, turning the keys in the ignition and the truck cuts out beneath you.

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sxveme-2 · 4 years ago

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter One: The One Where it Starts

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1615

Being an adult in general is a wild roller coaster. Whether it be balancing bills, expenses, keeping a proper career, all together it was a stressful period. Going to the bank or answering phone calls was difficult enough. Seriously, what is with people and constantly calling? It’s so much easier to just text. Not to mention it keeps the incredibly anxiety ridden people at bay, and leaves them in a sane state of mind without worrying about anything.

That brings us to the protagonist of our story. Lily Briar Osborne. The 33 year old child of Abel and Alicia Osborne. She was the sister to two younger siblings, Rose and Cedar. Can you sense a theme with the children's names? Even Lily herself seemed to carry on that legacy with her own son. While balancing her busy work and just life in general, Lily mothered a young boy named Hunter. Hunter Osborne-Harvey. The eleven year old boy that was the result of a much too early marriage of two young kids who believed this was it, they had found the one. Well, that was not exactly the ending of their fairy tale. It instead involved a mistress, many trips to Grandma and Grandpa's, and a few too many shots in order to handle one another.

Lily was more-so a quiet girl. Definitely more of the silent type in comparison to the majority of people in her profession. She was a pediatrician, and the only time you really see her talk or even crack a smile, is when she was with the kids. She was always found making sure they felt comfortable. When the young ones were gone, she seemed to shut down. Giving straight and to the point answers. Not elaborating unless asked, and strictly sticking to just the facts.

Lily and Hunter had found home in a small colonial home in the suburbs of Manhattan, New York. There, they can be found in the company of a German Shepard named Joey, after the beloved sitcom, Friends. You could always find the small family laying in Lily's bed with the comedy illuminating the room around them. Every other Sunday and Saturday before Hunter's father came to pick him up for the weekend, they'd lay in bed before going out for brunch at Lily's best friends cafe further into the city.

Which is where the story began. a sunny Saturday morning in September.

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"If he doesn't like you, it's a moo point."

The two Osborne's laughed softly at the comment made by their favourite sitcom character. Lily's fingers gently ran across the arm of her son, creating a soothing rhythm as they watched the sitcom, his head laid comfortably against the pillows. The large dog laid spread down at the edge of the duvet where his breathing radiated gently through the room.

"Alright why don't you head in to get dressed and we'll go to Aunt Gen's cafe, hm? Sound like a plan kiddo?'' Lily's feather light voice cooed as her hazel eyes moved to glance over at her son.

"But I wanna stay home all day and watch friends." Hunter whined as he nuzzled further into his mom's bed.

"No love, I'm sure your dad has lots of things planned for the weekend. And we can watch more episodes when you're back tomorrow, okay? I promise." Lily sighed while lifting her pointer finger to her son.

The pointer finger promise was Lily and Hunter’s signature thing. Instead of making a pinky promise, which was the weakest finger, they used one of the strongest. to make the strongest promises. That is exactly what they would do. And they'd know that if they broke it, trust would be something that had to be earned back. And luckily for Lily, she trusted her son with her whole being. He told her everything, as far as she knew. Seeing as she wasn't in his head, who knew? Though he was very vocal about his distaste for visiting his father, and it did hurt Lily to hear the pain he felt. The separation agreement allowed Scott Harvey, Hunter's father, to have the young boy every other weekend.

Lily was lucky enough to have primary custody. Mostly because Scott was never a fully invested father before the divorce, so the court had no issue granting Lily the majority of the custody. But of course, Scott could come by whenever to see Hunter, as well as if he had something planned, he could pick up his son. But...Hunter wasn't the biggest fan of his father.

Neither was Lily.

Lily and Scott got divorced a few years ago when Hunter was a ripe 7 years old, and now he was 11, and still lacked the father figure he longed for. In those 7 years, Scott never really put an effort in. and hunter was a smart kid, and already harbored a distaste for the distant nature of his father. and it annoyed him, and Lily, that all of the sudden, after the divorce, Scott wished to be the great father he never was before. Despite his many attempts, it never worked out well for him.

"Promise." Hunter smiled gently and wrapped his pointer finger around Lily's, before sliding out from underneath the white duvet that covered the two of them, startling the dog that laid at the end of the bed.

As Hunter left the room, a small sigh escaped the blonde doctor's lips. She hated these days, when Hunter had to go visit his father. But she knew it was important for a child's psyche to have at least a relationship with their father. Picking herself up as well, Lily heaved herself into her closet. She picked out a white spring dress with blue baby's breath designs splayed across the entire piece of clothing. It was a tank top strap, and it was the end of summer and a small breeze danced through her window. She slid a blue jean jacket over her arms before stepping into her bathroom to complete her basic routine.

After she pulled her hair into a pony, lily stepped out of her room after calling Joey out and down the wooden stairs to the main floor, where Hunter sat at the front door with his backpack and Converse on. Lily couldn't help but smile gently at her punctual son and felt proud of how she had raised him. And how he had grown to be a self-sufficient boy who was also able to ask for help when need be.

"You gonna get the pancakes again today kiddo?" Lily wondered while stepping into her ballet flats and ruffling the fur on Joey's back before opening the white door for her son.

"Aunt Gen keeps putting secret blueberries in them and acting as though they're chocolate chips. I don't trust her anymore."

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Lily and Hunter stepped out of the silver 2019 Honda passport, the two Osborne's took a deep breath of the muggy New York air. Hunter stood by Lily's side as she paid for the parking spot they were lucky enough to grab in the busy streets. She slid her arm around the boy's shoulders, before leading the two towards the fairly busy cafe her best friend owned.

Genevive Fairchild. Lily's best friend for close to 20 years now. The two had met during their highschool orientation back in 2005. Gen was the extroverted hippy with conservative parents who disagreed with their child's decisions and mannerisms. She was always wearing what was to become her signature dreadlocks with golden decals littering her hair. Baggy shirts with fishnet cardigans and ripped jeans, the necessities to embody Gen. She entered the school loud and unbothered by others opinions or thoughts on how she acted or what she wore. But somehow, she was taken with the quiet blonde who kept her opinions to herself, hands tucked behind her back.

Lily hadn't changed much in these twenty years, much to her parents dismay. Her parents were elated when their timid daughter brought home the boisterous and carefree Genevieve. Lily's parents were the same as Gen, unbothered and one with the Earth, no real care about people's opinions. Her father was a botanist and her mother a conversationalist. Plants and crystals littered the eco friendly home of Lily's childhood in the rural area of Long Island, New York. To see their studious, goody-good, daughter who wore knee length dresses everyday and cardigans, to bring home such a carefree spirit, was a breath of long needed fresh air for them.

Ever since then, the two were inseparable. Lily even made her the godmother of Hunter. They both had keys to each others places, and nothing ever seemed to get in between the two of them. Other than those many years Scott wreaked havoc on their friendship. He kept Lily under some sort of spell, no matter how many times Gen attempted to convince her of the terrible manner of their relationship. Eventually, Gen gave up on the fight. until the young chocolate skin girl caught her best friend's husband getting it on with some girl at a party Gen was invited to.

And that was the end of that marriage. Gen stayed with lily almost every night while everything was happening. And when her or Scott couldn't get Hunter up to Lily's parents, Gen would take him. Make sure he wasn't too focused on the broken state of his mother.

As the two pushed open the door to the cafe, they were greeted with the fresh smell of coffee and pastries. That is, before they were practically being tackled by the woman earlier mentioned.

"You two will NOT believe who is here right now."

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pixieminutes · 5 years ago

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Adoration | HJS

genre: slight angst, fluff

members: han jisung x reader, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, bang chan, hwang hyunjin

warnings: drug use, cigarette use, swearing

Y/N의 일요일 [아침 9:00]

“y/n, could you go and get some more milk?” mina asked, looking in the fridge.

“we just got some though?” you said, going to your bedroom doorway.

the curtains in the living room had been opened by mina for her early morning yoga, letting the natural light stream through your apartment. the smell of your lemonbalm oil diffuser left your room and dispursed into the living room, mina smiling and following the smell with her nose.

“no i mean flavoured,” she said, “and while you’re at it could you pick us up some breakfast?”

“ready made pancakes?” you said, pulling on your shoes.

she clicked her fingers, winking at you, “you know it. call me immediately if anything happens!”

you hummed in response, taking in a deep breath as you left your apartment, looking around at the big open sky. it was light blue, a slight haze of white and yellow clouds strewn across the bottom, near where the sun was rising up.

“pancakes, check,” you mumbled, throwing the pancakes into the basket you picked up on the way in. making your way over to the fridge you smiled upon seeing all the flavours of milk, “aha! mina’s gonna be so happ—”

a hand reached in front of you and grabbed all of the bottles of strawberry milk. mina’s favourite.

“um, excuse me, you can’t just—“ you stopped as the boy turned around, “jisung?”

(Y/N와/과 지성의 일요일 [아침 9:16] ?)

“y/n,” jisung said, looking guiltily at all the bottles of milk in his arms before looking back to you, “i’m sorry.”

“why do you need that many?” you giggled.

“my roomate, hyunjin. he– he works his way through it,” jisung said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“oh,” you nodded, “well could i just have one? maybe? it’s for my roommate.”

“well there’s other milk,” jisung said, nodding to the fridge.

“yeah but,” you stopped, hesitating, “that’s her favourite.”

jisung sighed, “well, i don’t—”

“and why don’t you have a basket? you’re such an idiot sometimes,” you said, shaking your head as you took the pancakes out of your basket and put all of the bottles of milk that were in jisung’s arms into it, not without taking one first, of course.

jisung smiled at you slightly, watching as you got one of each flavour and walked over to the counter to pay.

you and jisung had met years ago, though the interaction was short. and ever since then, you’d run into the boy several times on several different occasions. the most recent: he’d saved you from a man who definitely had bad intentions.

though when most people looked at the two of you, they thought it was the most unlikely friendship. jisung with his long blonde hair, always wearing black clothes, tattoos up his neck (and a few dotted around his arms), and a lip ring, compared to, well, you.

but you liked having jisung as a friend. even short moments spent with him made you feel protected.

“just these please,” you smiled, before picking up a bag of mini cookies from the front of the counter and placing them on the top.

“₩15,000 please,” the worker said, placing all your items in a bag as you reached into your pocket to get your purse.

“oh my god,” you whispered, “i- i’m so sorry i—”

“we’ll take these as well,” jisung said, putting a few bottles of strawberry milk on the top, along with a pack of cigarettes.

“jisung,” you whined.

jisung shrugged, getting out his wallet and trying to hide a sigh as he handed over his last two ₩10,000 bills.

the worker nodded, adding the items onto the bill and taking jisung’s money. you both bowed, taking your items and leaving the shop.

you laughed, linking your arm with his, “come on, come back to my place and i’ll give you the money.”

he looked back to you, staring at him with big hopeful eyes, and he sighed, nodding, “i suppose i should walk you home anyway, right?”

“it’s not night time, you don’t need to. we’re doing this for you,” you said.

“hmm,” jisung said unconvincingly, laughing afterwards.

“mina!” you exclaimed, “i’m home!”

jisung’s head almost hurt as he walked in. there was so much sunlight streaming through the open windows. there were plants all decoratively laid about, letting in a fresh flow of oxygen. the small of frying bacon and sickly sweet vanilla flavoured coffee filled the apartment.

“i’ll get your money, okay?” you smiled at jisung, “take a seat!”

jisung took off his mucky doc marten boots, walking into your living room. there was a yoga mat on the floor and the sofas were made. jisung’s didn’t even have cushions.

“here. ₩25,000,” you nodded, handing jisung the money.

“n-no, y/n it was ₩15,000.”

“yeah, but you gave the man ₩20,000—”

“and recieved ₩5,000 back, please, y/n—”

“just take it! jisung you saved my life. oh! i know, me and mina should take you and your friends out for dinner!”

“n-no, you don’t wanna do that,” jisung said, shaking his head in slightly panic, “i should be going. th-thank you for this. bye.”

you turned to mina, noting her wide eyes as jisung scuttled out your apartment.

“what was that about? he never acts like that,” you chuckled, turning to mina with a shrug.

“y/n. that’s han jisung.”

you arched an eyebrow, nodding. you knew that already.

“he lives downtown. is he the boy you always talk about? who lives with seven other boys?”

you nodded.

“none of them have an education, y/n. they’re known as stray kids.”

“stray kids? seriously?” you said, rolling your eyes at the name.

mina bit her lip, “i heard their parents kicked them out and in retaliation they take their anger out on people.”

“but i know jisung. he’s lovely!”

“he’s still a stray kid, y/n,” mina sighed, “come on, let’s eat.”

지성의 일요일 [오후 16:07]

“minho, are you up yet?” jisung asked, walking into one of the only two bedrooms that were shared among eight boys.

minho groaned as jisung rolled his eyes, climbing in the bed beside his friend.

“i saw you last night,” minho said, his voice raspy as he squinted against the light.

the curtains hung up over the window was an old sheet, red wine and vomit stains all over it. but when shopping, the boys had found you had to pay a lot for curtains, and decided this to be the best option, even if it didn’t really do it’s job.

“saw me doing what?” jisung asked, looking to minho with furrowed eyebrows.

“you were with some girl,” minho said, rubbing his face, “i mean, i think it was you. i was surprised, but it looked a lot like you. want one?”

minho reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter, propping the cigarette in his mouth. he covered it over with his hand and lit it with only one flick.

“nah,” jisung smiled as he rembered the walk the two of you had taken last night after jisung had saved you from that man, he beat him up as well, not that you’d been there for that, “i– i don’t feel well.”

minho shrugged, climbing out the bed and stretching his arms up, “suit yourself.”

jisung sighed, getting up and laying on the sofa in the middle of the living room. ‘sofa’. it was an old one, the actual sofa cushions replaced with one child’s mattress.

“changbin?” jisung said, “can i ask you something?”

the older male was using a rundown weight machine that stayed in the middle of the living room. it was a bit inconvenient, but it kept changbin fit, and they’d managed to buy it for only ₩3000.

changbin grunted as he stopped exercising, “what?”

“what do you think of people who live uptown?” jisung asked.

changbin shrugged, grabbing a towel off the side and wiping down his sweat, “depends. my family live up there so i know some dicks, but others are alright.”

“they’re all posh,” felix sighed, kicking jisung’s legs out the way and sitting on the sofa, his bowl of honey nut cornflakes spilling over the side.

“but... how would they feel about us?” jisung asked carefully.

“jisung they hate us, you know that,” changbin sighed, “why are you so fascinated with them suddenly, anyway? you hate them the most.”

jisung sighed, shaking his head as he went into the bedroom again, “minho, chuck me one.”

minho rolled his eyes.

“i just bought some more! give me one.”

minho chucked jisung the packet of cigarettes without a word, jisung lighting the tobacco and going coming back into the living room.

“i’m gonna do something,” jisung nodded, “with my life.”

“finally,” chan chuckled, “join our college.”

“jisung wouldn’t survive,” changbin said, rolling his eyes.

“i will!” jisung exclaimed, “i fucking will. i am over this shit! why am i like this?! why can’t i be more like her?!”

“who?” chan asked.

“jisung you sound like you’re down to get drunk, want to come with me tonight?” minho called.

“yes.”

“no,” chan said, “whoever you’re talking about, whatever has inspired you to do something with your life, you can’t start that plan by getting shit faced off stolen money.”

jisung dug into his wallet and pulled out the money you gave him this morning.

he sighed, chan was right. and after seeing you two days in a row he was reminded how much he really, really loved spending time with you.

“i have to go somewhere,” jisung said hurriedly, putting his wallet back in his pocket and running out the apartment, cigarette balancing in the corner of his mouth.

“guys i dropped my sandwiches off the balcony, do you think jisung will be able to throw them up?” hyunjin asked, a blunt in his hand.

changbin smacked him round the head, “jisung’s not going anywhere.”

“yes i am!”

“fucking sleep on it, dickwad!”

지성과 Y/N의 월요일 [아침 11:21]

“jisung! oh my god, i’m so glad you’re here, i was so worried when you ran off yesterday!” you exclaimed, “i thought i scared you or something.”

jisung laughed nervously, “i mean, o-of course not!”

“you alright? you don’t look well,” you said, putting the back of your hand to jisung’s head.

he scrunched up his face, removing your hand, “y/n, i’m fine.”

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you let him in your apartment.

“ji, have you been smoking again?” you asked as he took off his jacket.

“i- n– well– i—”

you glared at him and he sighed, “i had one on the way over.”

“come on, let’s go into my room,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the room, “so why did you come back?”

“i just– i wanted to take you up on that offer of dinner,” jisung nodded, “i think that’d be nice. and we’ve known each other long enough time that i think it’s right you meet some of the most important people in my life.”

“that’s alright. but, jisung,” you laughed, “we’ve known each other for a long time, and i barely know anything about you.”

“well... where to start? um, my name’s han jisung. born 14th september, 2000.”

you smiled, “y/n y/l/n. born y/b/d.”

jisung paused for a moment before sighing, “i live downtown with seven of my friends. i don’t have a job, i dropped out of high school, i do... um, how to put this... criminal things.”

you looked at jisung for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“i’m serious, y/n.”

“i know you are! that’s the worst part! jisung, you really shouldn’t advertise that!” you laughed, before eventually pulling yourself together, “but, thank you for being honest.”

jisung shrugged, “you deserve to know.”

you smiled, “well, i do have a job, i work in a dog café down the road. not much, but i can pay rent each month so it’s alright. i live with mina, she’s studying physical and mental health at university at the moment.”

jisung nodded, “i see. very different to my friends. just yesterday hyunjin got high and threw 12 sandwiches off the balcony.”

you laughed, “is that why he needed so much milk as well?”

“uh, maybe?” jisung chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

the boy sat in front of you was different to how you’d ever seen him. you’d known jisung for a long time, but never spent enough time with him for it to come to anything. but seeing him for the past three days straight, it was life-changing in a strange kind of way.

Y/N과(와) 지성의 화요일 [아침 00:20]

“oh, mina’s just texted me,” you said, sitting up from jisung’s arms, “she’s coming home now.”

“oop, the club?” jisung laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “it’s showing so clearly that you do not know mina. absolutely not, she’s been at the library, lost track of time while studying.”

“i didn’t tell you but changbin and chan are actually studying,” jisung said, watching you walk to the kitchen, bending down to look in the fridge.

“oh, really? at uni?”

jisung shook his head, “the college downtown. they’re doing art and hoping to open their own tattoo parlor.”

“good for them!” you exclaimed, finally pulling out two bottles of beer and walking back to the sofa where you and jisung had migrated to in order to watch netflix, “what do you want to do?”

jisung rolled his eyes, “how am i supposed to know?”

you chuckled, taking a swig of beer, “do you not have a dream?”

jisung shook his head, “not one.”

“how do you get up in the morning?” you said, a clearly judging tone in your voice.

jisung rolled his eyes, “fine, what’s yours?”

“to find my soulmate,” you said, “i’m allergic to dogs. i’m only working in that place because everyone likes dogs.”

jisung’s mouth dropped open slightly, “y/n, are you kidding me? there are cat people, hamster people, horse people and you choose the animal you’re allergic to?! are you alright? how do you not die everyday?!”

you laughed, “i have meds that i take everyday before work. i’m fine, really. and i’ve tried working at stables, and cat cafés and i don’t think they have hamster cafés. but dogs just... like me? i guess? so i feel connected to them.”

jisung chuckled, shaking his head, “unbelievable.”

“so what do you do with your unemployed time?” you said, putting your beer on the table and bringing your knees up to your chest.

“i told you.”

“criminal things?” you asked, rolling your eyes, “go on then, scare me, like what?”

jisung sighed, “like... drugs, violence. to get money i steal.”

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, noticing jisung’s figure shrink inwards as his gaze fell to the floor. this wasn’t normal, jisung was such a confident person all the time.

“ji,” you breathed, “i don’t mind. i mean, i’m not encouraging it, but i’m not going anywhere. it’s clear you just have no other options.”

“but what if i do? but i don’t even know because i’m spending all my time being a fucking idiot and beating up dicks i see on the street,” jisung sighed, bringing his, now watery, eyeline back up to you.

“can i have a couple requests?”

jisung looked up to you, confused, but hummed for you to continue.

“please stop doing drugs,” you whispered, “and don’t beat up somebody unless you’re 100% sure that they don’t have any weapons on them.”

a tear spilled from jisung’s eye as he nodded, “i promise.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shaking body, holding him to your chest.

“shall we go to bed?” you whispered, burying your face in his hair.

he nodded, letting you help him up and lead him into your room.

“i– i don’t have any clothes,” jisung sniffed.

“you could borrow a hoodie? i stole one from my dad when i was younger,” you said, heading to your wardrobe, “and just... stay in your pants, i don’t mind.”

jisung chuckled, taking the hoodie from you and thanking you quietly.

you climbed into your double bed, squeezing up to the wall and sitting so that you weren’t looking at jisung, before patting the bed next to you.

“let’s sleep,” you said, a smile on your face.

jisung smiled too, climbing in beside you.

“thank you,” he whispered, turning to face you as you closed your eyes.

you whined slightly, fumbling your hand around before you found jisung’s, taking it in yours and intertwining them, holding them against your stomach.

“don’t thank me, ji. i’m just being nice,” you said, “that says to me that everyone else in your life has been a dick.”

he laughed dryly, “you wouldn’t be wrong.”

you sighed, turning onto your side and cuddling jisung close to your body, “then that’s behind you now. i’ll be there for you in future, okay?”

jisung’s eyes welled with tears again. why were you doing this? this feeling of comfort, of love. he adored it, he couldn’t help but want more and more of it, but at the same time, it terrifyed him. what if you left? then what? no more comfort? no more pain?

“okay?” you urged, “because i want to be there. for you.”

jisung took a shaky breath, breathing in your sweet scent. why was he like this? why couldn’t he trust anyone?

“okay,” jisung said, repositioning so he was mire comfortable against your chest, “i love you, y/n.”

your heart pounded, butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach. do you think he could feel that?! he was pressed against your chest, after all. no, no, it’s fine. he didn’t mean it like that anyway! or... no. can’t be.

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “i love you too, ji. i just wish i found you sooner.”

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demivampirew · 5 years ago

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Keep Calm and Go to London Chapter 26

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters in the masterlist

Triggers: Jealousy; talking about sex (not smut, just conversation about sex - including conversation about losing virginity); cursing; talking about a horror movie (includes some spoilers - the movie is The House of the Witch); talking about kids; and fluffy.

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-Good morning, babe.- Henry greeted you as you walk into the kitchen. Like almost every morning, he got up before you woke up to prepare you breakfast. This time he made you pancakes with berries and natural strawberry jam, your favourite. After giving him a huge kiss, you put one of the tall chairs next to the kitchen island and started to eat the delicious food cooked for you. Henry joined you, sitting close to you, as he drank a coffee with his pancakes - this was cheating day for him. You weren't as strict with your diet as he was, but in his case was because he needed special food to give him the necessary energy to work out with all those heavy training machines. -So, did you enjoy it last night? Doing you know what?-he said winking and giggling like a fifteen-year-old who had sex for the first time. You chuckle.- Did you like it? I heard it hurts the first time but it becomes more enjoyable with practice, but of course, we don't have to do it again if you don't want to. - Yeah, I know. I like doing that. It's not something I'd like doing always, but it's fun to do it every now and then to spice things up.- you admitted. Henry looked at you while frowning. - What do you mean? Are you telling me that you have done that before? - he asked you could hear the jealousy in his voice. You remained silent and took a sip of your coffee.- Fucker!- he said angrily and took a bite of his pancakes, crewing a bit too hard. - Excuse me? - you questioned him offended. - I don't mean you, baby, I mean the freaking joke that used to be your boyfriend. That son of a bitch took all your firsts. There's nothing special for me to do for the first time with you. - First, his mother is lovely, so in any case, you should borrow my insult and call him "son of a lovely woman". Second, you were my first oral sitting on your shoulders, that counts, right? - Of course, I'm the first to do that with you, he couldn't hold you even if he wanted to.- he replied in a "bitch, please" manner. - Are you trying to say that I'm too heavy- you asked frowning and pouting. - No, I mean that he doesn't have the body strength to lift any woman as that.-he replied shrugging. - Oh, the shade!- you told him while you chuckled. - I despise him. He'll always be your first in everything. I hate that- he pointed out, sighing angrily. - Oh, common! There are still things that I haven't done with him! - you tried to ease his mood, kissing him on the cheek. - Oh yeah? Give me an example.- he requested - Well... I haven't had a threesome, for example. Although that's not in the table, I couldn't share you with anyone else and I don't want other person fucking me either.- you said rethinking your answer. You took a moment to think and then excitedly continue- I've never done the famous sixty-nine.- you said smirking. He gave you a look like saying "really" and you nodded.- See? I still have fists with you too! By the way, it felt so much better doing that -and everything- with you than with him.- you confessed and winked. He tried to act angry but could see him smirk. - And, to be honest, I don't know why you are acting all jealous. I only had one lover beside you, you had multiple girlfriends and sexual partners in your life. I bet that there's nothing for me to be the first.- you said pouting. - Well, the part of having you against the wall was my first time doing that. It was something that came to me at that moment. - he admitted. - So you weren't sure if I would fall or not? - you reproached him - I was sure that I wasn't going to let you get hurt. If you fall, I'll always catch you, baby.- he replied and winked. You rolled your eyes. - But like I say, you were complaining about my ex "taking all my firsts" but you have done all those things before as well with other women.- after your reply, he sighed in a sign of defeat. - You're right. I'm sorry for acting like a jealous asshole. I was...well, jealous.- he acknowledged. - I'm not judging you or anything. Before knowing that you lost your virginity with him, I didn't even think about you having sex before and was ok with whatever was your number. But, things were different after your confession. Knowing that you only had two lovers, me being one of them, made me feel special, but in the same time it hurts to know that there is someone even more special for you.- he said sadly. You moved your chair right beside him and then put your head on his shoulder while you grabbed his strong arm. - There's no one more special for me that you, baby. And he might have been my first in lots of things, but you were the first that showed me what true love looks like; you were the first to teach me that you can be in a relationship in which your voice and opinions matter and that could be more laughter and smiles and good feelings rather than tears, sadness and feeling empty and lonely.- You looked at him and he gave you a sweet kiss. - I love you, my queen.- he spoke softly with his deep voice. - I love you too, baby boy. - you reply, smiling from ear to ear. After finishing the pancakes and coffee, you took him into the living room and picked up your guitar. You told him that wanted to play a song that belonged to your friend Taylor. She wrote that song for her boyfriend and now you could finally relate to that feeling.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in Everyone looked worse in the light There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven I'll tell you truth, but never, "Goodbye" I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away) I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you (Things will never be the same) I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night (Now I'm wide awake) And now I see daylight (daylight) I only see daylight (daylight) I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight And I can still see it all (in my mind) All of you, all of me (intertwined) I once believed love would be (black and white) But it's golden (golden) And I can still see it all (in my head) Back and forth from New York (sneakin' in your bed) I once believed love would be (burnin' red) But it's golden Like daylight Like daylight Like daylight Daylight I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away) I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you (Things will never be the same) I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night (Now I'm wide awake) And now I see daylight (I see daylight) I only see daylight (oh) I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight (and I can still see it all) (Back and forth from New York) I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight (I once believed love would be burnin' red) Like daylight It's golden Like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go Let it go

Later that day, you were watching a movie online. The movie was The House of the Witch. It was quite entertaining but you keep laughing about how in a movie about witches, the fact that an abandoned house still having electricity was the most irrational thing "Who the hell pays the electricity bills?" you joked; or giggle when a girl who lost her finger hours later could still run like anything happened without receiving medical attention "in the real world, she would have died of haemorrhage," you pointed out, making your boyfriend laugh about that and how much attention to details you put into movies. You were sitting on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder, while he hugged you from behind. You were not scared by movies easily, so the scariest thing was your boyfriend's sudden and unexpected kisses on your neck. After the movie ended, he gave you an Eskimo kiss and then stroke your face. You turned around, still sitting on his lap, but with your legs to the side and putting both of your arms around his neck. Henry kissed you and starred at you for a moment, while you smiled at him. - I never want to see you walk away from me, unless that the reason is that you don't truly don't want to be with me anymore.- he confessed. You looked at him confused. - What are you saying this? - you questioned surprised by the odd statement. - You said to me that you would think about having kids and if you realised that you didn't want to have children, that you would walk away to allow me to find another person who wanted to be a mother.- he reminded you- Well, I still want you to take your time and think about it, but in the case that you reach that conclusion, I still want to be with you. - he assured you. You were speechless. - Are you sure? Henry, that'd be a huge thing to give up.- you emphasized the importance of that decision and what it would mean. - Absolutely. Babe, I always wanted a family, but I don't want to have kids unless it is with the right woman. You are the one, I know it in my heart. I always want kids if you want them too, but if you don't, I still would feel like I have a family. You complete me. Kids would be amazing bonuses. But, if we don't have them, it's ok. We'll have four paws kids and I have my nephews and niece. I still have a source of little ones to give love to. - he explained and smiled at you. There were no words on your mouth. You eyes were filled with tears. You never felt so loved in your entire life.

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procrastinatorimagines · 5 years ago

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New Traditions

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow

Character/s: Mick x Reader, The Legends

Warning/s: *a lot of googling so sorry if I got it wrong*

Word Count: 1,428

Request: hi, could you do a x reader oneshot on where the legends try to cheer the reader up after she found out that her favorite festival "Uncle Billy's Day" was canceled (in Altavista, va), by throwing her a festival on the waverider (with games prizes, and her favorite sweets: Deep fried oreos, Sho cones, and Funnel Cakes). including the reader and mick getting together and sharing their "First Kiss" (after mick was caught flirting with the reader)!

Summary: Reader’s feeling down after her favourite festival is cancelled, but Mick helps make it a day to remember, in more than one way...

“What are you moping about?” Mick Rory asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you slide your pancakes around with your fork absentmindedly.

“Huh?” You looked up to see him regarding you carefully, equal parts curious to know why you were down, but also clearly not prepared for an emotional conversation. “I’m not moping,” you told him a little defensively.

“Yes you are,” he replied gruffly, heading more into the kitchen, “it’s weird, you’re usually more annoyingly cheerful.” He approached you at the table and knicked a pancake off your plate, shrugging and looking at you as if to say, if you’re not going to eat it then I will.

You glared at him as he took a seat to eat your food, folding your arms and leaning back in your chair. He stared back at you unblinking. “Fine, you really want to know what’s wrong?” You took his grunt to mean yes as you continued. “My favourite festival was cancelled back home, Uncle Billy’s Day.”

“Why does your Uncle Billy have a day named after him?” Mick asked through a mouthful of food.

“No, not my Uncle Billy, Billy Lane, he founded my home town, Altavista in Virginia. The festival is an old tradition celebrating the businesses and people that make the town so great,” you explained, “great music, great food, great atmosphere...”

“That’s it?” He asked when he realised you were done, “you know we’re on a time ship right, just take the jump ship and go meet your uncle, simple.”

“He’s not my-” you realised that that was one part of the conversation that wasn’t going to stick with Mick, so you let it go and said, “-look, it’s not the same, though that does sound like a cool idea, but I just wanted to spend the weekend with my family, you know? Normal people stuff, eat some food, go around the market, watch the fireworks... You just- you don’t understand, it doesn’t matter.”

You reminisced about the many years spent visiting the festival with your family, this would be the first one in as long as you could remember that you wouldn’t be able to go to.

“What’s there not to understand? You don’t get to spend the day you wanted with Uncle Bill and your family,” you rolled your eyes but he didn’t seem to notice, “family’s important to you, I know that, doesn’t mean you have to spend the whole day moping though, frowning will give you wrinkles.”

With a sigh you pushed your plate away, with Mick willingly taking it off your hands and grabbing your fork. “You know what? Forget I said anything, I’ll be in my room.” You headed out the door, Mick watching you leave out the corner of his eye.

A few hours later you were blasting music out your headphones and flipping through an old family photo album. You loved being a Legend, and you wouldn’t change that for the work, but you missed the simplicity and normalcy of your life back home, the traditions you had with your family, and not being about to go to Uncle Billy’s Day with them was making you homesick.

You were so lost in thought that you missed the knock at the door the first time, but pulled your headphones down once the banging got louder. Heaving yourself out of bed you opened your door to reveal Mick, looking rather embarassed as he gestured for you to follow him. “Need you on the bridge.” Was all he said.

“Okay, yeah,” you followed after him, unsure why he looked a little fidgety. You’d never seen him actually look nervous before, but he kept glancing back at you as you headed towards the bridge, what was going on?

You realised, however, when the door opened, to reveal the rest of your crew shouting, “Surprise!” Around the room were tables of food, music playing, as well as various games and decorations.

“What’s all this?” You asked in surprise, looking from Mick, who avoided meeting your eyes, to the rest of the crew.

Nate replied as Behrad passed you a plate with a slice of funnel cake on it. “Well Mick mentioned you were a little down today because you couldn’t spend the weekend at your festival with your family, so we thought we’d bring the festival to you.”

“Yes we’ve got party poppers, streamers, and the most sickeningly America desserts you could ever imagine,” Constantine chimed in, glancing suspiciously at the deep fried oreos on a tray. You grinned as you looked around.

“Well don’t just stand there, come on!” Sara grabbed your free arm and pulled you into the room as you looked around at what they had done for you.

“You guys did all this?” You asked in equal parts gratitude and disbelief.

“Yeah well, you couldn’t be with your family at home, so we figured this was the next best thing,” Charlie patted you on the back.

“Thank you,” you told them, taking a bite of your cake and smiling widely.

“It’s Mick you should be thanking,” Ava replied as Mick shuffled awkwardly in the corner, “it was his idea.”

“Really?” You turned to face him and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, well, you looked miserable, it was annoying so...” He shrugged, grabbing a beer and from an ice box next to a sno cone machine and heading to grab some cake, not giving you time to thank him properly. Emotion wasn’t really his thing, but it made you heart flutter that someone would care enough to do something like this, this was a big gesture coming from Mick.

“Well, what are we still standing around here for, let’s get this party started!” Sara cheered, “we couldn’t really get the carnival here so we’ve improvised some drinking games and added prizes to them.” You looked to where beer pong was set up at the side.

With a grin you put down your now empty plate and took a paddle, with Nate excited grabbing the other one before anyone else could. “This is going to be so much fun,” he said and you agreed.

This may not be how your day was supposed to go, but they’d made their own festival for you to make you feel more at home, and it was absolutely perfect.

The day was getting on and your sides were hurting from all the laughing, games and sweets, so you went to take a breather out in the hall while the others played some variation of Heads Up.

To your surprise you found Mick out in the hall, helping himself to the oreos that had somehow gone missing earlier. “Hey, you done already?” He asked, looking to from where he was sat against the wall. You slide down to join him and helped yourself to some more food.

“Just taking a minute, why aren’t you joining in?” You asked him.

“Not really my scene,” he replied, having another sip of his beer. “I’m just glad you’re enjoying it.”

“It’s better than I could ever have asked for,” you told him, noticing the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile. “Thank you, really, you didn’t have to do anything of this.”

“Team effort,” he said, looking to see you staring back at him. You put a hand on his arm.

“But it was your idea, you’re kind of the only one I told about today, so thank you for making it possible,” you noticed that he’d gone pretty still under your touch, eyes not leaving you as you felt yourself leaning in a little. “Thank you for caring, Mick.”

You could see his eyes glance down between your eyes and your lips, leaning in a little too but letting you take the lead as you planted a light kiss on his lips. He seem practically frozen in place as you drew back, unsure whether you’d been reading the signals right. But the shock wore off of him quickly as he pulled you back in with a little more force, kissing you properly - you’d definitely not been reading those signals wrong.

Your hand when from his arm to his collar as you pulled him into you, not wanting the moment to end as you both lost yourself in the kiss. When you eventually broke apart to breath you smiled at him, noticing the soft and caring look in his eyes.

“Sorry this wasn’t the day you had planned,” he mumbled, face inches from yours.

“That’s okay, today was a good day.”

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rosereview · 5 years ago

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Top 7 Favourite Fictional Siblings

Out of all the books and series I’ve read, I’ve always loved to read about siblings and their relationships. Being an older sister myself, I always thought it was fun to see the relationships of different characters and how family plays a big role in many books and stories. This post will also probably contain minor (or major) spoilers so be warned. Here is a list of my favourite siblings and their relationships with one another.

7. Vivienne, Jude, Taryn, and Oak Duarte

From the Cruel Prince, or Folk of Air series, by Holly Black, this is the main character and her siblings, both biological and adopted. Jude is the main character while Taryn is her twin sister, Vivienne is her older half sister, and Oak is their younger step brother (which you later find out is actually adopted and you see why in the books). First off, I love Jude and that’s mainly why she and her siblings are on this list. I also love Jude’s relationship with her foster father, definitely more than with her siblings, but that’s for another list. So at the start and end of the series, Jude is really close with all of her siblings, but during the whole middle when I like Jude the most, her siblings anger and annoy me. As an older sister, Vivienne does not do much to protect her younger siblings especially when they need it most, also mostly looking out for herself and failing to even try and understand the situations they go through to stay alive in Faerie. That always made me resent her a little bit because both Jude and Taryn could have used a lot of advice on how to survive in Faerie from their part Fae sister, but all Vivienne focuses on is getting out of Faerie and leaving them behind. Of course she makes up for it at the end and isn’t as bad as Jude’s next sister, Taryn. Now I’ve read every book Holly Black wrote related to the Cruel Prince, even the short story from Taryn’s point of view, but I still dislike her very much. She backstabs her twin sister with Locke and later, when she sees how much of an asshole Locke is, she runs back to Jude asking for her help because she’s scared of him. And Jude actually helps her! Ugh! Taryn is just so stupid and needy and so unfair to her sister who does everything for her. Even when she redeems herself at the end, I still hate Taryn and the way she treats her sister, so that’s the main reason these siblings are so low on my list. The last one is Oak who is the baby of the family, and sometimes it bugs me that he doesn’t help Jude out as well, but I can also understand his side and he’s just too young to grasp what’s going on. I agree with all the characters that Oak needed to be protected at all costs because he’s precious, but he makes Jude’s life hard at points, which upsets me.

6. Nesta, Elain, and Feyre Archeron

From the ACOTAR series by Sarah J Maas. I love this series and I love Feyre, so this one might sound very familiar to my feelings on Jude and her siblings too. At first, you hate Feyre’s sisters, and so do most of the other characters too, but they do get a sort of redemption arc which satisfies you at the end. But I gotta say the feelings of dislike were strong at the start of the series. It all starts off with Feyre, her OLDER sisters, and their father being very poor because of some bad deals he made and lost all their money. Because of this, they are struggling to survive, and Feyre (the YOUNGEST SISTER) does all the work to keep them alive. That frickin bugs me how Feyre does everything for her father and sisters when she’s the youngest, the baby, of the family. She has TWO older sisters who just sit on their asses and do absolutely nothing to help their own family (both waiting for their father to take control because he made the mess in the first place but he’s frickin depressed and injured!) Anyways, Feyre’s sister’s do help her out in the end, but I can’t help but still get really mad when thinking back to the very beginning of the story. Nesta was too upset with their father to do anything, and honestly I don’t even know what Elain’s problem was. She was just the good sister, who was too pretty and proper and nice to do any work whatsoever. Again, I now like them as characters, even though Nesta sometimes still makes me mad, but I also can’t wait for her new story to come out next year! (Sarah J Maas did say she was almost done writing it and that it was super personal to her, so for that reason I can’t wait). Also though, I think I am due for a reread of all her books because there are some details that I forget and I would love to be in her world again. Anyways, I can’t wait to read more from the Archeron sisters in future books and negative feelings toward the characters usually disappear when I read the latest books, so that’s good.

5. Helen, Mark, Julian, Tiberius, Livia, Drusilla, and Octavian Blackthorn

From the Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare, this family was my favourite family to read about, although, like the previous two sibling groups, I have a lot of positive and negative feelings about how all the siblings treated each other and so on. Like Jude and Feyre, Julian is my favourite Blackthorn sibling, and my feelings towards the other ones are based on the way they treat Julian. Now I do understand how the whole novels and series show all the hardships that the Blackthorns go through, which is why some characters act the way they do, but it still makes me frustrated. To start off, I do love each sibling individually and I thought Cassandra Clare did a good job in giving each character their own distinct personalities, but in relation to Julian, they made me upset, specifically Ty, Livvy and Dru. Tavvy is honestly too young for me to get mad at and that’s probably the only reason why he doesn’t annoy me too. Firstly, Ty, Livvy and Dru all look up to Julian, which I understand, but they totally depend on Julian, and when something doesn’t go the way they want it to, they honestly kinda blame him. This was evident when Mark first came back to the family (I also love Mark), and he came from years of living with the Fae and doesn’t even remember how to function in regular society. But the kids still expected him to be the new big brother even when he can’t function and literally get mad when Mark doesn’t fill in Julian’s role. During this time, they just dismiss everything Julian has ever done for them and say that Mark can take care of them from now on! Like… WHAT? How could you expect that from Mark and how could you take that away from Julian? Furthermore, when Helen comes back and tries to repair ties with her family and truly take over for Julian because she feels like she should have done that since the beginning, FRICKING DRU IS A BITCH TO HER! Honestly I do not really like Dru. Cassandra Clare got her preteen attitude spot on which especially makes Dru a bitch because she’s young and learning. I remember those years, but that doesn’t make me like Dru. The whole time she’s whining and complaining that no one treats her like an adult but at the same time gets mad when Helen doesn’t make her pancakes for breakfast. IF YOU WANT PANCAKES, MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN PANCAKES! That’s when I started to love Aline though, Helen’s wife, because she stood up for Helen and then Dru started to like her big sister again. Lastly it annoyed me how much the kids depended on him. Like Tavvy I understand because he’s a baby, but the rest of them… UGH! They all demand his attention 24/7 and Julian has his own life to live! Like Julian watches horror movies with Dru, and picks bugs with Ty, and does spy shit with Livvy… like give the man a break. You watch your own horror movies Dru! You don’t need Julian to watch with you and then get mad at him for not fully paying attention! Honestly most of my problems stem from Dru, but the rest of them are just as annoying, including Emma, but we won’t get into that here. Last thing I want to mention (which is a major spoiler!) is that Livvy was the only decent one and then she died. She literally died just after talking to Julian about how much he does for them and how she wanted to help more so he could live his life. I got mad to say the least.

4. Lada and Radu Dragwlya

From And I Darken series by Kiersten White. These two are definitely different from the other siblings I’ve talked about, and that’s mostly because I don’t dislike them as much. It’s kind of weird, but Lada and Radu had a worse relationship from the beginning but I loved them as siblings more than other siblings. I was actually rooting for them from the beginning, wanting them to finally get close and show their love and understanding, and by the end they were practically there. They honestly always had lives separate from each other, especially in the later books, but the whole time Lada always wanted to care for her brother and have him by her side, even if he didn’t want the exact same thing. Although I do believe that Radu loved his sister, but he had to take his own journey through self-discovery and learn to love who he was and realize he deserved more than Mehmed. Honestly both Lada and Radu deserved better than Mehmed. Anyways, I think that the two of them had a strong bond that couldn’t be broken no matter everything that happened in the books and the way they both started, disliking each other.

3. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny Weasley

You can’t have a list of favourite siblings and not include the Weasley siblings. You just can’t. If you don’t know, this family is from the Harry Potter series and they are the best. All of the siblings are super close and love each other and they are a beautiful family to read about. Even Percy, who can be an asshole, is still part of the family and in the end, shows his love for his siblings. Fred and George are my favourite by far, and they are such good older brothers to Ron and Ginny, and when we finally meet Bill and Charlie too, they are such sweethearts. There’s not many specific things I have to say about the Weasley’s, except that I love them.

2. Alec, Isabelle, Jace, and Max Lightwood

From The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, these guys are like the OG Cassandra Clare siblings. They’ve been with us from the start and have gone through so much as a family and characters, that I feel like I really know them and feel for them. Technically Jace is not a Lightwood by birth, but I still consider him a part of the family. I loved watching them all grow together and one of the saddest parts in the whole series was when (SPOILER) Max Lightwood died in the third book. He was just such an innocent boy that tied the family together, and honestly when he died, the family kind of fell apart (mostly the parents). For the name Max to live on with Alec and Magnus’s son is just wonderful and he’s definitely my favourite character. Watching Alec, Jace and Isabelle together as siblings, with their banter and sass, makes me happy and brings me in a good mood. You can just tell how close they are from the way they fight together and laugh together and are in sync with each other. I will forever love the Lightwood family and the ones who I met first.

1. Jonathan and Clarissa Morgenstern

Also from the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. Most people will be surprised that this is my top but I never said that this list was made up of the healthy types of siblings. I honestly love Jonathan and Clary as siblings because they are the whole reason for the series and I think that both characters have so much depth to them because they are siblings. (SPOILER) But one of my favourite scenes from the whole series, and actually of all the Shadowhunter books, is when Clary is in the demon realm and is shown a vision of what she most desires in her life. And it shows Jonathan being a normal older brother that loves her and wants to protect her (which he sort of wants to do anyways) and how life could have been if Valentine hadn’t been a psychopath and infused Jonathan with demon blood. Even at the end when he dies and is laying there with his normal green eyes, Clary and her mom mourns him. They mourn the boy he could have been and I thought that was really powerful. Even with Jonathan as a demon crazy person, he still only wants love in the world and someone who would understand him. He thinks that biologically, Clary has to feel that towards him so he fixates on her, which is bad, but you can see what he wanted. You can kind of see his side, which I always thought made a good bad guy. Although Jonathan was still bad in every way because he was literally a demon inside, but I always loved reading about his character.

Thanks for reading my rants and until next time!

~Rose Reviews

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motleycrueroadie · 5 years ago

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Along for the Ride (pt. 4)

Thank you again to anyone that has been taking the time to read this! I love writing it!

One I Two I Three

Tonight being Friday, I fully expected the diner to have more people than usual but I hadn’t expected to be sweating an hour and a half into my shift with no end in sight. Even though Tiff’s is on the Sunset Strip, we were not the “happening” place on Friday night. This coupled with the manager’s inability to pay anymore than he had to, meant that the diner was only ever manned by two people: a chef and a waitress. For some reason, Tiff’s was swarming with people tonight, so there were only a few booths that were vacant at this hour. I’ll chalk it up to the fact that everywhere else was occupied and I was blaring our prized jukebox with quarters that I got from tips. I needed a continuous loop of upbeat rock to get me through tonight.

Despite the newcomers, there were a few regulars that came to the diner every weekend after the shows. My regulars were a group of teenagers, buzzed in every sense of the word, who came by consistently for greasy food to satisfy their munchies before stalking off into the night to do whatever it is they did. I would give them credit though, they tipped me well and had never caused trouble in the diner, so I always turned a blind eye to their underage drinking (they loved slipping vodka into their sodas). However, I made sure they all had at least one glass of water before they left. I hadn’t seen them yet tonight, so I was beginning to wonder what kind of trouble they had got themselves into.

“Janis!” a slurring voice called out, exaggerating the N in my name. Looking over my shoulder as I grabbed some meals from the window, I realized I spoke too soon. My regulars were coming in the door and headed for their favourite booth. Daniel, the one who had called my name held the door open while the rest of his group entered. He haphazardly wandered over to the jukebox while I carried the food from the window over to a table. Placing their food down, Daniel called out “What do you want to listen to Janis? My treat, anything you want!”

I had to laugh at the kid while I continued whizzing around the diner, he did this every time he came in.

“You know what Danny boy, I’m feeling some ZZ Top tonight.” I said to him as I rang in someone’s bill on the cash register, “In particular, Tush.” He looked up from the jukebox, raising his eyebrows to indicate he had found some sort of “hidden message” in my request.

“Not yours Danny boy, I might as well be your older sister.” He just nodded to himself, knowing I was right. Popping in the quarter, he headed back to his friends.

“Poor kid thought he had a chance there didn’t he?” said a familiar voice. None other than Nikki Sixx was at the opposite end of the counter from me.

Nikki must’ve noticed the sudden head turn in the direction of his voice, “Is that a look of surprise on your face Joplin? Did you forget I was coming?” I shook my head at him, reaching under the counter to grab a clean rag.

“Didn’t hear you come in, rock star,” I said while turning on the tap and letting the cold water run over the rag. “I just can’t believe I missed you coming, what with that beautiful mess of a nose you’ve got going on.” Pointing at the dried blood mixed with fresh underneath his nose, he reached up to rub it with his hand.

“I thought I cleaned it up,” he mumbled to himself as I handed him the rag. I lightly snickered at his comment as I motioned to a booth near the jukebox.

“I’m a little backed up at the moment, so have a seat at the booth right there and I’ll come get some more details from you in a moment” he looked to where I was motioning and back at me nodding. I started to hand him a menu when he opened and closed his mouth before opening it again.

“Do you have a newspaper?” I knitted my eyebrows together before replying,

“There’s a stand near the entrance” He nodded to himself before taking the menu from my hand and heading over towards the newspaper stand. As I rounded the counter to head towards Danny and his group, two people walked in the door - a tall lanky young guy and a shorter gal.

“Take a seat where you can find one and I’ll be with y’all in a moment!” I called out to them as I passed.

“Well kids, will it be the regular order?” I asked as I reached their table, knowing the answer to my question already. Danny nodded to indicate a formal decision while the rest of them barely acknowledged my existence. I knew that if I was to try and take an order other than the regular, that it would be like herding cats. Instead of waiting to hear if there was any opposition, I winked at Danny while heading back towards Carlos to give orders and prep drinks.

“I see your friend is back mija, he better not be looking for free food here too.” Carlos gave me a side eye while he focused on the grill. In response I rolled my eyes at him while starting on the drinks and grabbing menus for the new people that came in.

Carlos was a little old fashioned in that he made assumptions based on appearance. He thinks that Nikki is a stray that I’ve brought in because I felt bad for him. I don’t think I made that any better when I told him that I had been having Nikki over for dinner, but Carlos was a little wayward in his assumptions. He wasn’t wrong in thinking that Nikki was a stray, but I don’t think he realized that I was too. People only know as much as you tell them, and I don’t particularly enjoy being vulnerable around others, so I tend to keep some information close. Carlos and I had been working the night shift together since I started at the diner, so I trusted him with a tad more information, enough so that he knew what I did outside the diner but that was it. I didn’t let Nikki this close into my life because I felt bad for him, I just related to him. Initially, all I had known was that Nikki and I were both out here on our own so I wanted to know him better, except I kept the wall up. Despite this, he was the one to initiate a deeper conversation by asking about my folks today. Nikki put me in a vulnerable state and I wanted to back out even though I knew it wasn’t an option. You can’t unshare what’s already been in the open. Nikki dove in head first to this new information by sharing his own vulnerability with me. Him and I were both strays, so how can you feel bad for each other? You don’t. You just let the other know they aren’t alone. Once you know you aren’t alone, you can be comfortable in the face of discomfort.

I returned to my table of regulars with their drinks in one hand, and a promise that their food would be out within the next 15 minutes. As I rounded the diner to head to the table of newcomers, I noticed one was missing. The tall, lanky boy. He wasn’t hard to miss considering his height and the fact that he was currently at Nikki’s booth. As I passed by, I glanced over my shoulder to see that Nikki wasn’t entirely thrilled with the conversation. Looking back over to the girl, I could tell she was a little annoyed with the situation so I slid into the booth across from her. This way she couldn’t continue to glare at her date.

“You plan on having something to eat tonight sweetheart? I’m sure it’s on his dime.” She looked at me now instead of through me. I watched her turn the idea over in her brain before shaking her head.

“Can I at least get you something to drink?” I asked while she continued to look disappointed.

“You know what? I would actually really love a root beer float.” I smiled up at her, liking her choice in drink.

“I’ll see what I can do about getting your date back over here” I said while getting up before continuing, “That is, of course, if you would like him to come back?” She laughed at me while she nodded her head.

“Yeah I would like it if he came back” I laughed with her as I moved along to the table with her date and Nikki in it.

“Sixx, can I make the safe assumption that you would like a Jack and Coke to start off with?” Nikki looked up towards the sound of my voice while I approached the table, nodding as I stopped next to the lanky kid.

“Can I get some blueberry pancakes?” was the greeting I received from the kid, who had yet to make a good impression on me.

“Sweetheart, what’s your name?” I asked him as he looked up at me confused. If there was one thing I know from working in the service industry, it’s that sometimes people need to be reminded to use their manners. This kid looked to be around my age, so I was going to feed him the lesson straight. No pussy footing around.

“Tommy” I smiled at this, a childish name that fit the youthful energy and forgetfulness.

“Tommy, let me level with you” I lost the smile to communicate the severity of my next statement, “You ain’t getting those pancakes until you say please and when I bring them out, they’re going to the table where you’ve left your date.” He looked back over his shoulder to where his date was people watching out the window. Turning back to me he slouched his shoulders over a little bit, and I caught him glancing at the name tag.

“I’m sorry Ms. Janis, would I be able to get some blueberry pancakes please?” I broke the stern look, smiling at him.

“Of course you can Tommy, would you like some syrup brought to the table as well?” Tommy nodded adamantly while I looked over to Nikki.

“Do you want any food to go with your JC?”

“I would love an order of blueberry pancakes as well…..” He watches as I raise my eyebrow at him, I know that he’s teasing me but I’ll indulge it. “Oh did I forget to say please?” Flipping him off, I grab the menus from in front of the two of them.

About an hour and a half had gone by before the diner was clear of everyone except Nikki. Tommy had returned to his date when I brought out his pancakes, but not before slipping a napkin across the table to Nikki. He tipped me well and even apologized again on his way out the door, to which I had only laughed and told him all was good. Danny and the rest of the regulars pitched in a few quarters each so that I could continue playing tunes on the jukebox, and all stopped to compliment Nikki on the “kick-ass” show he put on tonight. After they had left, Nikki sat patiently looking through the newspaper while I made sure the tables were clear and sanitized. With an armful of the diner’s napkin holders and the other hand carrying a package of napkins, I sat in the booth opposite Nikki for my first opportunity to sit down since starting the shift.

“A kick-ass show tonight?” I questioned while starting to refill the napkin holders. He nodded while motioning to the rag abandoned on the edge of the table.

“Lead singer and I went at it in front of the crowd at the end of the set.” Pausing what I was doing and raising an eyebrow at him, I prompted him to keep talking.

“We’ve been at each other’s throats for the past couple of weeks and I just snapped over him changing the order of the songs around.” Again, without saying a word he could gauge my reaction just from my face as I continued on with my tedious task.

“Listen I know it sounds like some stupid ass shit, but it was just my boiling point you know?” I nodded knowing the feeling all too well.

“So I take it, that’s the end of London then?” He nodded while sort of laughing to himself over the way it ended. Reaching across the table, I grabbed his empty glass and raised it up into the air for an impromptu toast. “To London!” I shouted in a god awful British accent while Nikki looked at me as if I was the one who walked in here tonight with a bloody nose.

“Janis Jade! Quit being so damn loud!” yelled out Carlos from the kitchen window, where I knew he was peeling potatoes for the day shift.

“What are you going to do now then?” I said, sliding the glass back across the table to him and stood to return the napkin holders to the table.

“Well I grabbed a newspaper to start looking at the ads for new people, but a drummer arrived in front of me.” There weren’t too many people who had gone up to Nikki while he had been there, and knowing that Danny and his group hadn’t spoken to him for long enough to form a band, that left the lanky kid. The napkin I saw him slipping Nikki most likely had a phone number on it then.

“Tommy offered to be your drummer?”

“Didn’t you see the drumsticks the kid was carrying around?” He spoke with genuine disbelief that I hadn’t noticed this apparently great detail.

“Wasn’t paying that much attention to him” Which was a truthful statement.

“That’s because you were too busy giving him an earful” Grabbing my cleaning rag off the main counter, I turned around and snapped it in Nikki’s direction. He moved further back into the booth while laughing.

“Well he deserved it!” I said, pleading my defense.

“I’m not saying he didn’t, Ms. Janis” he said, snickering to himself at what Tommy had called me. Rolling my eyes I replied, “So you’re a bass player and you’ve got yourself a drummer. Now you need a guitar player and a lead singer at the minimum.” He nodded, holding up the newspaper to indicate that this was his starting place. I smiled at him, it was clear that this was what Nikki really loved to do. Without even skipping a beat, Nikki put London behind him in search of the next batch of people that would help him put out music. I could only hope that whoever ended up being his next band were people that he could be friends with. After all, music is great but it’s even better in good company. Inspired by this, I spoke without thinking, “Tell you what Sixx.” He looked interested. “Once you get this band of yours together, I will come to your first show.” Nikki sat up straighter at this comment.

“Really?” He asked, to which I nodded. He looked almost taken aback by this but his smirk quickly returned to his face.

“Can I count on you to post our flyers in the window to promote the show?” I only laugh at him.

“Form the band first, then we’ll talk.”

Next Chapter

#Motley Crue #the dirt fanfiction #douglas booth!nikki sixx

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terrifictomholland · 5 years ago

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lazy days - Tom Holland x reader

word count: 2,1K

warnings: there might be a curse word, other than that it’s pure fluff!

It was a normal Wednesday, you'd had a rare wednesday off from work and Tom had a few days off between filming. So first chance he got, he and Harry were on a flight home to the UK. When he had come home in the early hours on Tuesday morning, you had been so, so happy, smiling sleepily as he crawled into bed right next to you, pulling you tightly against him, kissing you softly and lazily. Regretfully, neither of you were alert enough to take things any further, also, you had to be up for work in about 2 hours. So you cuddled up, him being the big spoon as you fell back asleep until your alarm had gone off.

But today, you had woken up next to eachother smiling because you knew you had the whole day together. Just the two of you, and of course Tessa. "Hey darling," he said in a raspy morning voice sending your heart into a frenzy, "morning love," you smiled running your fingers over his new buzzcut. It felt so strange underneath your touch, but somehow it suited him. You were quite jealous of him for that very reason, that no matter the hair style he could pull it off, whilst if you did, you'd end up looking a fool. "How'd you sleep?" he asked leaning into your touch, when he had come and taken off his beanie your jaw had dropped. Out of everything you had expected, a buzzcut wasn't one of them, not so soon anyway. "So good, I always do when you're home, how did you sleep?" you asked scratching your nails over his scalp feeling him shiver, making you smile. "Yeah, there's nothing quite like having you in my arms," he grinned pecking you on the lips making you smile. "What do you wanna do today?" you asked looking into his eyes, seeing those gorgeous brown eyes staring into yours, seeing nothing but love and adoration shining in them. "Just wanna have a lazy day with you, maybe head over to mum and dads for lunch," he shrugged and your heart melted hearing him say that all he wanted to do with his free day was to spend it with you and his family. "Sounds perfect babe, but I think we've got a jealous little princess on our hands," you giggled hearing Tessa whine through your bedroom door. Tom laughed and got up, opening the door to let Tess inside and hop up on the bed seeing her panting and tail wiggle excitedly. "Hi princess," you cooed scratching behind her ears, "oh that felt good didn't it baby?" you smiled seeing her buff her head up wanting more sratches. "Look at you two, my favourite girls all snuggled up," Tom said adoringly, you glanced over seeing him with his phone up and you blushed knowing damn well it would end up on his instagram feed within a few minutes. Tom joined you in bed and Tessa ditched you for Tom's cuddles, which she did rightly so. "Oh look at you my precious princess," he cooed in the absolute cutest voice known to mankind, making you melt on the inside. "How happy are you that daddy's home huh?" you smiled leaning up kissing the top of Tessa's head hearing her let out a happy bark making you giggle. "Look at you, the most spoilt girl known to man," Tom laughed and you both stayed in bed for a little while longer before making your way out of bed and to the bathroom, sharing a shower, taking turns to wash eachother before you got out and bundled up in fluffy towels. "How about a walk and some breakfast?" you suggested knowing that Tess would need to go outside soon, "Oh yeah, that's a fab idea," he brightened up at the suggestion, pecking your lips, "Yeah?" you smiled seeing him nod. You gently squeezed his shoulder and slipped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, getting ready for your breakfast date. It didn't take long and soon the three of you were out the door, heading for your usual walk in the park. You and Tom holding hands as you let Tess run around in the park, the two of you playing fetch with her. "I'm so happy to be home," Tom said, having you in his arms watching Tess. "It's so good to have you home babe, you make everyday so much more fun even if all we do is mundane and boring stuff," you giggled leaning your head on his shoulder, glancing at him. You treasured moments like these, where you two could be out on walks in the park with Tessa and no one coming up to bother you or anything. That was the beauty of having him home in your hometown, he could just be Tom and not Tom Holland, international movie star. "Pfft, we never do mundane things," he scoffed making you laugh, "Oh right, like hoovering or doing laundry isn't mundane? Or the dishes?" you teased hearing him laugh, "Fine, those things are mundane," he agreed and you smiled, kissing his cheek. "Do you know what I wanna do?" you asked suddenly, turning to face him, excitement in your voice, "What's that darling?" he asked with a smile at your obvious excitement, "Well, I've been thinking," you started seeing Tom raise and eyebrow, "and Tess is quite lonely sometimes so..how about another dog?" you asked biting your lip nervously. You immediately saw that this was the last thing Tom expected you to say because he was quite surprised. "You wanna get another dog?" he repeated, seeing you nod. "Alright," he said after a couple of minutes mulling it over. "Wait, seriously?" you asked as a huge smile started spreading over your face. You hadn't expected Tom to agree so readily as he did, but you were so happy that he had. "Well yeah, who doesn't love puppies? and Tess is so good with other dogs too and maybe a playmate will be good for her," he explained, "Yeah, I'm thinking the same, she's the bestest girl," you smiled seeing her come running up to the two of you panting happily, dropping and rolling in the grass infront of you. "Did you hear that princess? You're getting a playmate" Tom said excitely going over to her and scratching her belly seeing her bark happily at the attention she got. You smiled seeing your two greatest loves playing together, you pulled up your phone snapping a picture of the two of them. "You hungry?" you asked once he got back to you, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it making you blush, "I could go for breakfast sure," he said, grinning when he saw you blush, happy that he still had that effect on you three years into your relationship. You both got up, calling Tessa over and clipping her lead on, she happily trotted beside you as you made your way into town, to a small café that you always went to for breakfast whenever you could. "Do you wanna drop Tessa off at home or at your parents place before we head over to the dog shelter?" you asked once you were seated and had your breakfast infront of you. "Drop her off at mum and dad's I think, since we're going over there anyways afterwards," he said, having a sip of his tea. "Can't wait to see them," you smiled, digging into your pancakes, "Yeah, I miss them when I'm away, even though Harry often tags along, it's still not the same you know?" he asked and you nodded, "I know babe," you said, tangling your fingers together over the table, he squeeed your hand and you looked at him. "I'm so glad I have you," he said suddenly making you blush, "Because you understand and you get me," he explained making you smile widely, "Well, you get me too honey," you said softly. You did, both of you for that matter. You knew early on in your relationship that for it to last, you needed to be honest with eachother and keep communicating, otherwise your relationship would burn to the ground. Which, it had almost done a few times, based on silly little mistakes, but you had both learnt from them, making sure to talk through everything so that there was no way for miscommunication. "I know, I'm a very lucky man," he smiled and you did too, "I love you," you smiled seeing the smile take over his whole face. It was the smile he had especially for you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and all of his teeth visible with a happy glint in his eyes. That smile knocked the breath right out of your lungs every time. "I love you too darling," he said sweetly. After that the two of you finished your breakfast relatively quick and you tried taking the bill when it came, but Tom was having none of it, saying that he wanted to treat his princess so you let him, this time. You two decided to walk back to Tom's parents place seeing as how it was about a 5-10 minute walk from your and Tom's place and you dropped off Tessa, telling them that you'd be back later for lunch, but you had something to take care of first. You got in the car, Tom driving (and looking really fucking hot doing so.) over to the dog shelter. As soon as you walked inside you hid your face in Tom's shoulder, letting out a small squeal, seeing all of the puppies being completely distracted as Tom took over, talking to the woman in the reception. There were so many puppies and dogs and couldn't help but to coo at all of them. "Tom this is gonna be so hard," you pouted seeing all of the dogs. "Yeah, it is," he said already making heart eyes at some of the dogs. The woman, who's name was Nancy led the two of you further inside of the shelter, "Oh my god," you whispered seeing the different dogs in cages, some simply looking at you inquisitively, some barked and some didn't even bat an eyelash, some of them were jumping up and down, tails wagging. "Has anyone ever gotten all of them?" Tom joked with Nancy, "Well, you're definitely not the first one to ask," she joked back with a warm laugh. "You said you already have a dog at home? What breed is that?" she asked after a moment, "Staffordshire bullterrier, her name's Tessa," Tom said proudly, "Oh lovely! My daughter's got one, absolutely beautiful they are," Nancy gushed making you and Tom grin, sharing a look. "What's it's name?" you asked with a smile, "Lily," Nancy smiled, "that's beautiful," Tom said and she nodded, "Do you have any Staffies here?" you asked looking around, Nancy grinned at you giving you some hope, out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom perk up at the possibility too. "I do, a few," she said and immediately you both knew that's what you wanted. She led the way over to a corner and you squeezed Tom's arm seeing 5 different staffies. Your eyes landed on a small fawn-coloured puppy and you walked over to the cage, kneeling down and putting your hand out, letting the pup sniff it, "Oh hello gorgeous," you cooed when the pup licked your palm excitedly, you felt Tom come up behind you doing the exact same thing as you, "You are such a pretty little thing aren't you?" he asked in a baby-voice making you melt. You glanced at the sign where it said, funnily enough, Peter. You began laughing at the irony of it, Tom noticed you laughing and you pointed at the sign, within seconds he was laughing too. "This is too perfect," he grinned and you could only agree. "We want him," Tom told Nancy who simply smiled and let Peter out of his cage and so you and Tom sat on the floor letting him clamber all over you, sniffing and be inquisitive as to who you were. You took some of the toys from inside his cage playing with him and just getting a feel for him. "You're gonna be a great fit with Tess huh?" Tom cooed, scratching him behind his ears as Peter let out the most adorable little bark. "Yeah, you're gonna be a perfect match," you smiled having a feeling that they'd become really great friends. And this excited you beyond belief, seeing you and Tom expanding your little family, even though it was another animal, it made your heart beat just a little bit faster just thinking about your future when one day you would no doubt expand it with a tiny human.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland blurb

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vanderlindemangofarm · 6 years ago

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The Van der Linde Gang - Pancake Day headcanons

Seeing at it’s Shrove Tuesday/Pancake Day today, I thought it might be fun to write some headcanons for the modern!AU gang and their pancake habits!

In this scenario, I’m imagining everyone living in a big house together. It’s not practical or realistic, I know, but I think it’s cute.

General

It’s one of the few days of the year in which everyone is home for dinner at the same time.

Pearson tries hard not to care - or show that he cares - but he’s been secretly staying up at night for weeks browsing the best pancake recipes online in order to make the perfect batter.

He goes grocery shopping with Jack earlier in the day to buy all the ingredients and toppings - Jack dashes around the supermarket aisles grabbing flour, eggs, milk, butter, every type of spread you can think of, fruit, syrups, chocolates...

Pearson considers asking him to reel it in a little, but decides against it. He actually adds a few extra treats himself.

At home, Sean announces to anyone who’s in ear-range that he’s going to beat his all-time record of eating 25 pancakes in one sitting, tonight.

He says this every year. No one is really sure if ever truly ate 25 pancakes in one sitting, as the number fluctuates every time he tells the story.

He, Uncle, John, Lenny, Kieran and Karen are already breaking into the sweet pancake toppings. Susan scurries around the house after them, snatching back the snacks and scolding them for their gluttony. John almost chokes to death from trying to stuff a fistful of M&M’s in his mouth at once, in a panic.

Abigail, Mary-Beth and Hosea all ask if they can help in the kitchen, but Pearson won’t hear of it. “You leave me to my kingdom, thank you.” he says, only half jokingly.

Jack sits under the dining table and watches Pearson cook, hypnotised.

When it comes to pouring the batter into the frying pan, he’s acquired quite an audience. Arthur joins Jack under the table, sitting cross-legged, cracking jokes to make him splutter and giggle.

Dutch swaggers in, demanding to be allowed to flip the first pancake. Pearson wearily obliges - it’s the same show every year. Hosea sips his coffee in the corner, side-eyeing profusely.

Of course, the pancake ends up on the floor, where it’s immediately devoured by Cain.

Dutch insists it was intentional - that was Cain’s pancake, he explains to Jack, who raises an eyebrow.

After a couple more failed attempts, he manages to toss one perfectly - the entire kitchen breaks into applause.

Arthur offers to make Dutch a t-shirt saying “World’s Greatest Tosser”. Everyone except Dutch (who’s thrilled at the idea) gets the joke.

Sadie surprises even herself by being the best at flipping the pan - she can’t help but grin.

Sean’s attempts stay impressively glued to the ceiling.

Soon, several plates are stacked high with golden, fluffy pancakes. Everyone is drooling.

Trelawny appears at the back door ten minutes into the meal, claiming to have just been passing by and thought he’d stop in...and what’s this? You’re all eating? Well, perhaps he’ll join you...

Everyone rolls their eyes - this is another yearly occurrence.

Swanson ends up eating the most - a whopping 26 pancakes. Several gang members are certain they heard Sean sobbing in the bathroom later.

There’s plenty of bickering - and as a result, a lot of dropped food. Cain has to be watched like a hawk in case he tries to eat any chocolate.

Tilly cuts all of her pancakes into animal shapes, glaring when Susan snaps at her not to play with her food.

Mary-Beth practices singing her name in maple syrup.

Javier saves one of his pancakes, secretly cutting out holes for his eyes and mouth. He wears it around the house like a mask, nearly giving poor Strauss a heart attack as he’s coming out of the bathroom.

The inevitable food coma takes it’s toll on everyone - and everyone agrees that the washing up can wait until morning.

Toppings

Arthur: butter, maple syrup, bacon. Exactly as you’d expect. He licks the plate clean afterwards.

John: peanut butter and Nutella. The topping-to-pancake ratio is way off, with the Nutella almost double the volume of everything else.

Dutch: whipped cream, fresh mango slices and peaches. He likes to think it’s how the Tahitians would eat their pancakes. No one bothers telling him otherwise.

Hosea: lemon and sugar, no fuss, nothing fancy. He sits back in contentment after finishing each pancake, patting his belly.

Javier: apple slices and cinnamon. He’s still trying to convince Bill to do the cinnamon challenge.

Sadie: salted butter, possibly a bit of sugar. She isn’t one for complicated toppings or combinations - why can’t people just eat the darn thing?

Abigail: blueberries and maple syrup. She loves rollings it up like a cigar and eating it with her hands.

Susan: lemon and sugar, just like Hosea. She subtly sucks her fingers clean, eyes closed, her lips pursed together at the bitter lemons.

Micah: bacon, bacon, and extra bacon. Sugar is for the weak. Yes, he says this multiple times over the course of the dinner. Arthur decides to secretly give him vegan bacon next year and see if he notices.

Charles: banana, peanut butter and cinnamon. He only has two or three, preferring to savour them.

Kieran: butter and honey. He makes the cutest noises of contentment as he eats, his eyes closed. He doesn’t care that everyone’s giggling at him, not one bit. He’s in heaven.

Sean: everything on the table. He piles the toppings high, his eyes shining, placing a second pancake over the top like a sandwich. He insists it’s good, and that no, it most certainly was not him being sick at 1am.

Jack: he wants to have everything, like Uncle Sean, but Abigail won’t let him. He settles for Nutella and M&M’s, arranging them in colour order.

Bill: whipped cream and chocolate chips, with bacon on the side. The cream gets caught in his beard, making him look like a terrible Santa Claus impersonator.

Mary-Beth: blackcurrant jam. She loves the colour, the tanginess, but always manages to stain her blouse with purple.

Tilly: strawberries and whipped cream. She piles the cream high, so it looks like a fluffy white castle on a hill. Probably the first to initiate a food fight.

Karen: glace cherries, strawberries, blueberries, cream and maple syrup. She has a massive sweet tooth and loves the way the berries burst in her mouth. There’s also prime opportunity to make lots of inappropriate cherry jokes.

Molly: brown sugar and cinnamon. She eats her pancakes daintily, cutting them into tiny bites. But she’s enjoying them immensely, her eyes shining. She extends a finger to wipe around the plate, gathering any sugar she might have missed.

Lenny: M&M’s, peanut butter, Nutella, whipped cream and sprinkles. This boy wants to make a cake, not a pancake. He layers two or three of them on top of each other, with all the toppings in the middle, slicing it proudly.

Strauss: butter, with a little spoonful of cherry jam. He eats them quietly, sat in his corner of the enormous table, thinking of the way his mother used to make them in Austria. Maybe one day he’ll give Pearson her recipe.

Swanson: butter and sugar. As we’ve already established, the man has a bottomless pit of a stomach when it comes to pancakes. He has a little sleep after dinner, curled up in his favourite armchair, but after that he’s back to normal, barely even bloated. No one understands it.

Trelawny: whipped cream, an enormous mountain of it. He uses up the rest of the can - his face perfectly serious, looking around in surprise when he realises the whole table is staring at him.

Uncle: bacon and maple syrup, with added M&M’s. Everyone tries hard not to watch him slurp up the combination, his chin covered. It’s rather off-putting.

Pearson: plain, perhaps with a drop of lemon juice. As head chef, Pearson got first dibs of toppings, but refused them. It happens every year - he wants no distractions from his perfect batter. Yes, this year was the best batch yet. But next year it’ll be even better.

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rogermeddowsx · 5 years ago

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office parties suck - part 3

word count : 2k

contains : bad language - not really, mentions of anxiety, drinking

authors note : helllllo. here’s part 3. ben isn’t actually in this part, i tried to give a background of reader and her roommate, miles. ben WILL be in the next part obviously haha. hopefully it’ll be out soon, i’ve got a bit of spare time at the moment :) hope you enjoy this part. please don’t forget to like and reblog.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t come Milesy.” You whinged at your roommate from across the kitchen counter.

You didn’t usually sit up there, mostly because the mornings were a haze of grabbing your toast and coffee to go.

Miles was making pancakes this morning though and that was something you couldn’t miss. His French heritage made his cooking skills mind-blowing. So now, you were sat at your kitchen island, stuffing your face with Nutella filled pancakes.

“Because, my little friend, I have a big boy’s date this evening.” Miles replied, pouring some batter in the pan.

“It’s Gracie’s engagement party though, can’t you reschedule the date?"

He sighed excessively.

“And say what, ‘Hey Emily, sorry I can’t come, my roommate wants me to go to an engagement party which could potentially be us one day.’” He said dramatically, flipping the pan.

You coughed on your food, “Us as in us?”

“Yes, us as in us.” He flipped you off. “Of course not, idiot. Us as in Emily and I.”

“Obviously.” You laughed.

Miles sat opposite at you with his pancake. You kept your eyes on your pancake, the melting chocolate dripping from your fork, but he nudged you gently under the table with his foot, making you look up at him from your plate.

“Wanna go shopping or something?” He asked.

“Don’t you have work to do, Miles?”

“Rather hang out with my best friend and co bill-payer.” He playfully kicked you a bit harder.

You punched him in the shoulder, “Ow Miles!”

He pouted, mocking you.

“I’ll come shopping though, I need an outfit for tonight.” You said as you stood.

“Oooh, looking to get some, are we?” Miles teased.

“Ha, fuck off.”

***

“I’m not wearing that Miles.”

He held up a barely existent dress and smirked, “You’ll show up the bride that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, because everyone will be able to see my boobs.”

“I don’t see the problem here.” He laughed, shoving the dress towards you.

You blushed furiously, taking the dress and putting it back on the rack. You ran your fingers along the different garments on the rack. A suede, olive green skirt caught your eye. You made a beeline for it.

“That’s pretty.”

You held the skirt against your body and examined yourself in the store’s mirror. You hummed to yourself in question.

“It’s quite tight, I’m not sure I’ll suit it.” You turned to Miles, who was watching you intently.

It seemed Miles snapped back into reality as you addressed him.

“Sorry, uh, you’ll look great. You, er, always do.” He replied.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, turning back to the mirror and watching him through the reflection. He didn’t seem convinced, which didn’t fill you with assurance. Miles began to play with one of his curls. You looked back at yourself and sighed loudly. You didn’t have the confidence to wear this skirt.

“Okay,” Miles said, sensing your hesitation, “I’ll buy this skirt, you’ll buy something else and then you’ll have a choice.”

“I can’t let you buy this Miles.”

“Nonsense, plus you paid for our last take-away so I kinda owe you.”

He smirked, a fleet upturn of the corners of his mouth.

“Okay, okay. Deal.” You said, holding your hand out towards him.

He shook it, and you swore your hand burned as your skin met his.

***

“Damn.”

Your hand brushed against the banister as you steadied yourself, heels clicking with every step on the wooden stairs. Miles was sat in the window seat, crisp dress shirt on, mouth agape. A deep crimson was painted against your cheeks at his comment and for a second you wondered if you needed makeup at all. As you got to the bottom step, you smoothed your skirt and ran your hands through your hair, double checking you looked suitable in the hallway mirror.

“Ready to go Miles?”

He was going to drop you off at Grace’s on the way to his date. He looked smart this evening, he always put effort into his outfits. His hair was almost always perfectly styled, and he enjoyed fashion and took pride in his clothes.

The two of you left and locked up the house, leaving your nice warm home to the freezing outside. You jump in his car, shivering as the cold air bit at your skin.

“Jacket?” He asked as he slid into the driver’s seat. You shake your head and start playing with the heating buttons. Miles started the ignition, the car shaking as it riled up.

“Sure you’re going to be OK getting home by yourself? You won’t drink too much, yeah?” Miles’ fingers brush against your thigh as he pulls back the gearstick. You leaned into the feeling of his warm touch against your icy cold body, hesitating slightly, before pulling away.

You didn’t look at him, instead continued looking out the window as Miles pulled out the parking space.

“I’ll be fine Miles, don’t worry.”

The December traffic made the journey to Grace’s longer than usual. Steam filled the car as you and Miles danced around to your favourite tunes. It was the first time you’d sang in front of him in months. Recently, you’d let Miles take over, quickly adapting to the role of lead air guitarist in your little car band.

“Missed you, Belle.” He said, as he slowed down in front of Grace’s house.

“À plus tard, Bête.” You replied, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. Your lips lingered against him, breathing him in.

You sat back and opened the car door with a click.

Miles watched as you knocked on Grace’s front door, and laughed as you shivered. You flipped him off, as Grace opened the door, waving to Miles and letting you in.

He didn’t drive off immediately. Instead, sat back in his seat, and whispered to himself, “Je crois que je t’aime bien.”

***

“Miles, it’s nice to meet you.”

He stuck his hand out towards the girl, her long brown hair falling around her body as she stood up to greet him.

“Hi Emily” He said, pulling her into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

The restaurant was lively, the sound of jazz spilling out from the speakers. It seemed almost muted compared to the chatter of customers, their metal cutlery clattering against their pearly china plates. A waiter walked by, placing a cold bucket on the table, filled with ice cold water and a bottle of champagne.

Miles took it out, popping the cork loudly, the bubbles daring to spill over the neck of the bottle. He poured the contents into his and Emily’s tall glasses and set the bottle back into the bucket.

This was their first time meeting. Miles had been speaking to her for weeks, introduced to her by their mutual friend, Sophie. Miles wasn’t awkward. He was good at conversation and breaking the ice. His inner childish nature shone through when it came to making people feel comfortable. He looked at the pretty girl in front of him, almost losing himself in her bright blue eyes. The dim lighting shimmered in the reflection of her dark nail polish, her nails clinking against her glass as she brought it up to her pink lips.

“So, Sophie said you had your own swimwear line?” Miles said, after an awkward silence.

“Uh, lingerie line..actually.” She said coldly. Miles retreated into his seat, embarrassed. It was almost as if she was offended.

Stupid mistake, Miles. Fucking idiot.

He laughed nervously, then tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Have you ever been here before? I took my roommate for her birthday last year and she wouldn’t stop going on about how good it was for months afterwards.” He rambled.

The corners of Emily’s mouth curled ever so slightly.

“I’ve never been here.”

“Oh, well it’s good. What do you like the look of?”

Miles pushed the menu towards Emily, who jumped as it collided with the empty plate in front of her. He mouthed a ‘Sorry,’ releasing the menu and letting Emily browse through.

“The, uh, the steak is good.” Miles suggested as Emily flipped through the different options.

“I’m vegetarian.” She replied harshly.

“So is my roommate. I made fun of her when it started, wondered how she would ever live without meat.” Miles laughed at his joke, and smiled at the thought of you.

When Emily didn’t laugh, Miles couldn’t help but think that his best friend would’ve. He looked down at his glass, swirling round the liquid and suddenly wishing he had gone to Grace’s party and supported her, instead of being selfish.

“Are you ready to order?” The waiter returned and pulled out his notepad.

Miles coughed, feeling uncomfortable.

“Actually, Emily, I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He began to stand, and shrugged on his jacket.

“What?” She snapped.

“I’m really sorry.” Miles pulled out his wallet and took out a couple £20 notes. “Here, have dinner on me.”

He placed the notes in the middle of the table, walked out of the restaurant, leaving a snarling Emily and the waiter who just looked astonished. He felt sick. How rude of him. As he pulled his jacket tighter around his body, he thought about how he’d never stood a girl up before and how ungentlemanly it was. He slid into his car, and let out a breath.

“What are you doing Miles?” He said aloud to himself, hitting his head against the steering wheel.

He started the ignition and drove himself home, to where you’d be returning soon, and where you both could watch movies and laugh at how drunk you were and where he could truly be himself.

***

“Joe-” You slurred, throwing your arm around the much taller man, “You’d better look after Grace.”

Joe chortled as you hiccuped and pointed your finger towards him, trying to come across as threatening but failing miserably.

“I promise, little one.” He said, holding you up around the waist.

You were stood in Grace’s kitchen, with Joe and a few of their friends. Grace stood on the other side of Joe, her engagement ring glimmering on her finger, wrapped around a glass of bubbly. You on the other hand, were less sophisticated. In your hand was a glass of Rum and Coke, your 8th glass that was. Or was it your 9th?

“Let’s get you some water.” Grace giggled, turning to fill up a mug from the sink. You took it gratefully, and the room started to spin slightly.

After an hour spent sobering up, you were starting to become bored and tired. Your leg started to shake as you sat in the living room, surrounded by friends and family of Grace and Joe. As anxiety started to take over you began to play with the spare hairband sitting around your wrist. It felt like your social battery was draining despite you desperately needing it to get through. It upset you, the way you would suddenly just need to go home. Willing yourself to be anywhere but home. And it was happening now. During Grace’s engagement party, where you needed to make an appearance, not only as maid of honour but as her best friend.

When you were younger, you’d go to each others houses all the time. Every family gathering, yours or hers, you would both attend. Recently, you’ve tried to get out of every single one. You felt terrible, like a bad friend. Grace had been through everything with you, stood by you no matter what. But ever since it happened, you just weren’t interested in going out. In not being home.

You rose from the sofa, and made your way over to Grace, who was still in the kitchen.

“I think I’m gonna head guys. Thanks for having me. I love you both.” You said to Grace and Joe, embracing them both tightly, and inwardly appreciating everything they’d done for you in the past few months. You thanked them again for the evening after letting them go, congratulating them and wishing the two of them good luck.

You pulled on your shoes and made your way to the door, reaching for the door handle.

“Leaving already?”

***

authors note : phew ok. hope you guys enjoyed this one!!! sorry ben wasn’t in it much. also joe is based on joe mazzello :)

#office parties suck #ben hardy #joe mazzello #ben hardy fic #fic #bohemian rhapsody #office parties suck part 3 #part 3 #olivia writes things #ben hardy x reader

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azaleapaths · 5 years ago

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@barelydreamings / continued from here

barelydreamings‌:

As much as Maddy wanted to listen to what Trini was saying, she couldn’t bring herself to fully stay alert. The last thing she wanted to hear about was some person that Trini was dancing against or flirting with or worse – kissing. She wished that she liked parties, wished that she could get behind the wild life that Trini seemed to love so much. Maybe if she was more Trini’s type she would have a chance, but instead, she was just a lonely loser who was often times left to her own devices. Before she got caught thinking about something else, she made sure to tune back into the girl’s conversation. Hopefully she hadn’t missed much. “I was already going to let you know that you were covering the tab as a way to say sorry, so I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Maddy shot her a wink back, bringing her glass up to her lips to take another sip of her drink. Everything on the menu was starting to look good, especially after reading it over and over again while she waited for her friend to arrive. At this point, she was sure she was going to have to order five different things to satisfy all of the cravings she had. Well, every craving but the one in front of her. Maddy listened to the comment from Trini, almost a bit confused, eyes rolling back as soon as she realized what she had said. “I meant the fucking drink you perv,” as soon as Trini’s hand reached for hers she froze, the butterflies in her stomach nearly ready to beat up her insides in excitement. “A drinking partner? Aren’t you already holding that title? I’m sure you had some great sex on the beach last night at your little shindig. Don’t even act like you’re looking for another helping hand.”

Trini shot the other girl a grin, enjoying her playful reveal that she’d been intending for her to pay the bill regardless. She knew she deserved it for her lateness and for Maddy, she’d pay even if she wasn’t late. Though she was sure if that was the case she wouldn’t be insisting. “Aren’t we always?” She teased, knowing their differences were a big part of their friendship. If it weren’t for the other girl, she probably would have gotten herself into far more sticky situations that she couldn’t get herself out of. She had barely even read the menu, but she supposed she didn’t really need to since she’d already decided what she wanted.. She was a creature of habit, especially when it came to pancakes. Her face lit up as Maddy caught her joke and she let out a laugh. “That’s me, baby. Perv through and through.” She winked cheekily at her and continued her flirtatious little game, but of course Maddy was immediately dismissive. Drinking partner. They’d already established that it wasn’t what she meant. She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m being rejected by my favourite person.” Removing her hand as to not make it... weird, she turned and searched for someone to take their order. “Do you know what you want? Cause I’m ready to order ASAP.” She said, already locking eyes with a waiter before Maddy had even asked her and then he was walking over and she turned towards her friend. “Okay, so he’s already coming over so you better know what you want. I’ll go first and flirt to buy you some time if you need it though.” She giggled.

#trini r. / threads #trini / feat. maddy #barelydreamings #this got lost too??#fuckin weird

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theroyalweisme · 7 years ago

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Duties of a Prince - Chapter 27 - Leo x Liam x MC

A little AU of what would have happened at Leo’s fling before the social season to determine his bride kicks off.

Rating: For mature audiences… language and themes as the story continues.

(A RoE and TRR Crossover)

Summary:

Two brothers who couldn’t be more different if they tried. One out to be the life of the party. The other understanding both of they’re roles and determined to fulfill them all. But what happens when they fall for the same girl?

Word count: approximately 1400

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Sabrina poked around at the pancakes in front of her, her brow furrowed deeply as her stomach flipped again. She took a deep breath through her mouth to keep the smell of the coffee surrounding her away. Never had she ever thought there would come a day she didn’t like the smell of coffee. Maybe Jax was right... maybe I did come back with some weird virus... she sighed deeply pushing the pancake around her plate.

“Sab,” Megan’s voice cut through her thoughts, forcing her to pull her eyes up to her friend’s gaze. “The pancake didn’t do anything to you, Love.”

“Megan,” she sighed deeply, rolling her eyes. “You know how much I hate when you call me ‘Love’.”

“I know,” Megan grinned, eating a mouthful of her own heaping plate of pancakes. “That’s why I say it. Now, will you please tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” she assured her friend, forcing a smile on her face. Megan’s eyes narrowed at her friend.

“Right and I’m the Queen of England,” her bright blue eyes rolled at the woman across the table.

“Your Majesty,” Sabrina bowed laughing. “Honestly, nothing’s wrong. I just haven’t felt like myself.”

“Not like yourself?” Megan reached across the table and squeezed Sabrina’s hand. “Like what, Love?”

“Megan,” she groaned as Megan held up her hand in apology.

“Besides,” Megan’s eyes softened at the blond across the table. “You’re probably just stressed. I mean traveling by itself is hard... but Jesus, Sab, you moved across the world... twice!”

“You’re probably right,” she smiled, placing her napkin on top of the half-eaten plate of food. “And in saying that... it’s time to go home for a nap.”

“There’s no chance you could be pregnant, right?” Megan studied her friend closely as her brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” Sabrina waved off any concern her friend had. “There is zero possibility that I could be pregnant.”

“Okay...” Megan held up her hands in defense as the blond threw a handful of bills on the table. “Then you should have no issues taking a test...”

“You’re joking,” Sabrina laughed as her friend’s face stayed completely passive. “Ugh... fine... I’ll take a damned pregnancy test. Just to prove you wrong. I guess we’ll stop at Walgreens?”

“God no!” Megan laughed, pulling her phone out of her purse. “That’s what Josh is for.”

—

Leo continued to walk down the street lined with people, shaking hands and having small conversations with his people was his favourite part of the job.

“So, Prince Leo,” an elderly woman smiled brightly as he shook her hand. “Have you chosen your bride?”

“Honestly?” Leo glanced around him before grinning conspiringly at her. “I couldn’t even begin to pick. Maybe you should tell me who?”

“That blond girl...” she nodded absolutely.

“Countess Madeleine?” His smirk remained on his lips but his brain started turning. Could she be the one after everything that happened?

“No, no, no...” the woman waved him off. “The other blond girl. The one with the dog.”

“Sabrina?” The woman nodded wordlessly as Leo chuckled softly. “I’m sorry ma’am, Sabrina was here for Liam, not me. She wasn’t even part of the social season.”

The woman batted the thought out of the air.

“I saw how you looked at her through my television,” she scolded him gently. “We could all see how she looked at you too.”

“Even still,” he shook his head gently at the old woman. “She’s gone home now, back to America.”

The woman gave his arm a soft pat as he began to move to the next person, a knowing look on her face.

—

“Are you sure we should be pushing back the end of the social season for this, Constantine?” Regina questioned as she followed her husband into the room his sons were waiting in.

“Of course I’m sure,” Constantine waved his wife’s concerns off like an annoying fly. “I can’t be everywhere while we’re in New York and Leo has truly started to show some promise in our meetings. It’s time to let him prove he’s ready.”

Liam leaned against couch one leg crossed over the other while Leo continued to study the file in his lap, barely paying attention to what was going on in the rest of the room.

“Leo can handle this on his own, Father,” Liam’s voice cutting through Leo’s concentration, his head raising to watch his father’s reaction.

“You will both attend New York,” Constantine’s voice held no room for compromise from either of his sons.

“What are you expecting from us in New York, Father?” Leo tilted his head towards the older man.

“I will be attending the UN meetings,” Constantine pointed between his two sons. “While you two idiots will be meeting with our business associates.”

Leo’s eyes lit at the thought of running into Sabrina again.

“And neither of you are to have any contact with Sabrina Pierson,” Constantine met each one of his sons’ eyes as he started towards the door. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal...” Leo mumbled staring into his hands.

“Of course, Father,” Liam nodded stoically as the older man left the room to sort their travel arrangements.

—

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Date: September 21, 2017 21:10:00

Subject: Need to see you

Brina,

It turns out we’re heading to New York.

My father will be tied up in meetings, meaning Liam and I are being paraded around from fancy dinner to fancy dinner.

Listen, we really need to sit down and talk. It’s not something I can just put into an email.

Please write me back. We’ll be in town next week.

-Leo

—

“Damien’s getting itchy, Boss,” Padraig sat across the heavy oak desk, flipping through a small leather-bound notebook. The book seemingly smaller than it actually was, dwarfed in the large man’s hands. “He needs to be brought in. Two girls quit last week, we’re getting lucky they ain’t pressing charges.”

The red-hot end of a cigarette glowed in the dimly lit room as cold blue eyes stared at the email on the screen in front of them, half listening to the man across the desk.

“Boss?” Padraig pushed again, he’d noticed over the past several weeks that his boss had become more and more distracted as of late. This always meant one of two things.

One – something was up with the girl… And usually, someone was going to pay for it. Poor sucker. Padraig thought.

Two – someone was encroaching on the business territory. This one was less likely as Padraig was usually the bearer of this news to the boss. Sometimes it paid to be the right hand of the man on the top of the pyramid.

Those cold blue eyes moved from the computer screen to meet Padraig’s seafoam green ones.

“What?” He turned his full attention to the man in front of him. “Damien…”

“Right, Damien’s becoming a problem, Boss,” Padraig nodded. “I’ve given him a shakeup, but they don’t seem to be working.”

“Bring him in, Padraig,” his eyes hardened to a pair of blue stones as they narrowed at the man across from him. “I will personally handle this.”

“You got it, Boss,” Padraig nodded.

“How is the rest of our associates?” His thick fingers steeped below his mouth as he leaned back in his deep leather chair, studying his most loyal soldier.

“Everyone’s fallen in line,” Padraig nodded easily towards him. “Dominick’s been surprisingly cooperative.”

“Good… good.” He nodded, his gaze flickering back to the computer, causing Padraig to raise an eyebrow.

“How's things going with Sabrina being home?” The man’s voice was soft, causing the cold blue eyes to harden once again as his attention turned back to him.

“Ná bíodh imní ort faoi mo iníon, Padraig[1].” His voice was low and menacing as the man across the desk held his hands up in apologies.

“Gan aon chion[2], Boss,” Padraig wheeled back quickly. He nodded stiffly before turning back to the computer.

“Fág[3],” he waved at the large man across the desk from him as he re-read the email on the screen.

Not even two minutes after Padraig had left his office a loud knock came to his door.

“Cuir isteach[4],” he called out as Josh poked his head into the office.

“Uhh… Boss,” the young man tentatively called into the room. “We’ve got a bit of a problem…”

The cold blue eyes quickly moved towards the young man in the doorway.

“What kind of problem, Joshua?” He demanded as the young man shuffled nervously.

“Well, Boss…” Josh sighed, not really wanting to tell the older man what the issue was. “It’s about Sabrina…”

[1] Do not worry about my daughter, Padraig

[2] No offense, Boss

[3] Leave

[4] Enter

#choices stories you play #choices the royal romance #choices: the royal romance #choices: stories you play fanfics #choices: the royal romance fanfics #choices: stories you play #leo x mc #brothers rys #princes

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Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are

the food travel au

3 ½ month film schedule. 31 countries. 24 episodes.

2 people who might just fall in love along the way.

(read on AO3)

Chapter 1: London Author: @moonprincess92nz

It’s her first fucking day and she’s late.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT–” Jyn dodges through suitcases, around security guards and even leaps right over an empty bench at one point as she races throughout Heathrow Airport. She practically slams right through a holidaying family and nearly bowls into a couple of kids with giant backpacks on their backs, but nothing slows her down because if there is anything worse she can do than being goddamn late on her first day, she can’t think of it. Her rep is bad enough, she needs this job –

ARRIVALS, the sign blares.

Her poor battered suitcase screeching to a halt next to her, Jyn stops to stare around at the hordes of people pouring out of the arrivals gate. The production crew is flying in mostly from USA, she thinks she is one of maybe three people who are from the UK. They told her to meet at the airport, and she checks the email on her phone for the billionth time before scanning the crowd once more.

Finally, she catches a familiar face.

He isn’t so much familiar because she knows him, but rather because she may or may not have binge-watched Cassian Andor videos on YouTube for about eight hours the previous night. Thing is, Jyn honestly wouldn’t call herself a foodie. She knows how to scramble eggs and burn chicken nuggets, but that is about the extent of her cooking skills. Half the time she doesn’t know how she even ended up getting this job, but there she was balls deep in some popular Mexican cooking show because apparently, his face wasn’t so bad to look at. It was only when her roommate barged unceremoniously into her room at four in the morning to ask, “Don’t you have to be at the airport by like, 7am?” when she figured that she might have a bit of a problem.

(“Shut up, Bodhi,” she threw back at him).

Operating on as little sleep as she is, seeing Cassian Andor in person kind of makes her ovaries feel like exploding.

SHIT.

Luckily, before she says something and makes herself look ridiculous, it appears that someone notices her. She hastily says her name, and she’s pulled into the sea of formal introductions by who is apparently their production manager, Mon Mothma. Jyn has never been good at this part. Sometimes, she thinks that she chose the wrong profession entirely – she should be working in a lab or office, somewhere with as little human interaction as possible – but rather unfortunately, she’s chosen a profession where it’s impossible to get by without kissing arse and playing nice with others.

She’s learned over the years how to put on a polite mingling face, but Jesus, it takes it out of her.

“Hi! I’m Luke, the social media manager!” a bright-eyed blonde says.

“Wedge Antilles,” their sound engineer introduces. “Looking forward to working with you!”

“… Kes Dameron. Sorry, I haven’t had coffee yet,” It turns out their head of security is about as sociable as she is this early in the morning.

Honestly, she’s doing fine until suddenly she’s face to face with Cassian Andor and that’s about when it strikes her what she’s really gone and gotten herself into. She’s standing in front of an honest-to-god celebrity, here. She’s never worked on something on this large a scale in her life! It doesn’t help that there’s really something about his jawline as well, but either way she is a professional, goddamn it. She holds out her hand and says,

“Jyn.”

Cassian quirks an eyebrow.

“Is that… your favourite drink, or…?” he asks in confusion.

“What? Oh, bugger,” Jyn curses as he tentatively shakes her hand. “I don’t mean gin, I mean – it’s my name, Jyn with a J – and a y – apparently my parents hated me as a child,” She tops it off with a slightly awkward laugh.

God, she is bad at this.

“Oh. If it helps, I often get called Caspian whenever I go to Starbucks?” Cassian offers.

“Well, that was your first mistake going to Starbucks.”

“What’s wrong with Starbucks?”

“Talk about commercialisation!” Jyn points out. “Whatever happened to supporting your local businesses?”

Incredibly, he laughs. “I’m sorry, you’re the new camera operator, right?”

“Right, right – I was offered the job a little last minute.”

“Of course – Kay unfortunately got sick – that was the guy who was originally hired.”

“Ah, I see,” Jyn tries to lean casually on her suitcase. “I wasn’t given any details, just a contract and a place to meet – sucks to be him, amiright?”

Cassian frowns. “He’s my best friend.”

Jyn blinks. Of fucking course he was his best friend.

She just gestures vaguely behind her somewhere. “I’m gonna…” she says, weakly. He smiles politely back.

If it was at all appropriate for the setting she would be SCREAMING.

“… so all in all,” Jyn eventually says through Skype later that night. “within the first minute of us meeting, I convince him I’m an alcoholic, criticise him for going to bollocking Starbucks and also somehow manage to insult his best friend!”

Little Bodhi through the screen shakes his head. “Oh my god, Jyn…”

Oh my god, Jyn sounds about right. She snuggles down into the hotel bedsheets and is at least thankful that she’s on a production that can afford actual stars underneath their accommodation. The last time she had a job, she was put up in a student hostel, and she’s pretty sure she’s still washing fleas out of her hair to this day. Most of day one was dedicated to production meetings with only a few establishing shots being filmed that evening. After hours of listening to Mon Mothma drone on and on (3 ½ month film schedule, tight deadline, 31 countries, 24 episodes, etc., etc.) Jyn was thankfully able to clear her head down by the Thames. With only her and the essential crew, she was finally able to breathe as she captured her city by sunset.

She honestly doesn’t know what this job is really going to entail. The travelling she is relatively familiar with thanks to her job, but even then she technically hasn’t been out of the country since she was 16, and she mostly tries to forget her time with Saw anyway. She might not have had a family for a long time, but she’s at home here in London as much as she’s ever been. It’s the only place she’s ever felt truly safe, felt like she has ground beneath her feet and she’s a little (a lot) terrified to actually leave it.

But hell, bills need to be paid and a T.V. show needs to be filmed.

“What am I doing, Bodhi?” Jyn mutters underneath the blankets.

“I believe it’s called ‘flirting’,” Bodhi smirks back in their flat on the other side of the city. “and, if I might add, you’re not doing it very well.”

“Fuck you, mate.”

“Just calling it like it is.”

“Seriously,” Jyn stresses, then. “what am I doing here? I’m working on a travelling food show and I barely know how to cook!”

“You’re the camera operator, not the bloody caterer,” Bodhi says, exasperatedly. “I’m fairly certain you don’t need to know.”

“But–”

“Jyn, listen,” Bodhi cuts her off. “Lord knows I’d prefer to just wrap you up and bring you back home, but honey, you gotta stick with this, ok? No more flaking! You think you don’t fit in, fine – fake it until you do. Go get bloody lost in Germany or finally learn how to make pasta or something, I don’t care, just get out and do it, because we both know you’re not really living here.”

“I’m living!”

“You’re existing,” Bodhi sighed. “and I know your life has had its fucked up moments. I know. It sucks. But it’s time, Jyn.”

She snorts. “You know, when I called you it wasn’t for another therapy session. How much do I owe you this time?”

Her best friend rolls his eyes. “A lifetime of free pancakes.”

“You know I can’t make pancakes.”

“Lifetime supply of Jammy Dodgers, then.”

“That, I can do,” Jyn points at the screen.

Bodhi laughs, only it quickly turns into a violent yawn. “BLIMEY, I’m tired.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take the hint,” Jyn smirks. “but, um, before you actually do go – on a scale of 1 to 10, exactly HOW bad was the flirting?”

“Minus 5,” Bodhi deadpans. “Don’t insult his friends next time.”

“Yeah,” Jyn grimaces. “I’ll do that.”

He grins. “Love you, Jyn.”

“Yeah. Love you, too.”

tellmewhatyoueatofficial check out that view! #tellmewhatyoueat #london #tower bridge #filming #cinematogropher #travel #sunsetwiththecrew #bts @jynserso

bodhitherook JYN BABE U MANAGED TO MAKE IT ONTO THE OFFICIAL INSTA ACCT

bodhitherook also how the fuck are u not wearing a jacket

tellmewhatyoueatofficial @bodhitherook i confess we might have asked her to take her jacket off for the #aesthetic

bodhitherook WHO RUNS THIS ACCOUNT JYN BC CLEARLY THESE PEOPLE ARE TRYIN TO KILL U IT’S OCTOBER

jynserso pfffft sun was out, was a solid 15 degrees that’s basically sunbathing weather

jynserso but still calling you out @walkstheskies his name is Luke Skywalker go stalk him

Jyn manages to corner Luke Skywalker in the hotel hallway.

“WHY ME,” she despairs. Her phone is open on the show’s official Instagram page, and it’s pretty clear what she’s talking about, although she quickly adds, “and before you say anything, I KNOW signing the contract means technically I consented to my image being used on multiple forms of social media, but still–”

Luke just shrugs happily.

“I belong behind a camera, not in front of it,” she protests.

“Hey,” Luke counters. “you look beautiful in that shot! Also, I should be the one complaining, after you sicced your best friend on me.”

“Oh good, Bodhi did his job then,” Jyn says. She steps out of the way hastily as several of their fellow crew members run down the hall between rooms, someone cheering something about shots in the background.

“He’s sent me about a dozen messages insisting that I look after you and treat you right,” he laughs. “Nice guy!”

Jyn just smirks slightly before eyeing down the hallway once more. It’s been two days, and their insane shooting schedule is already starting to hit them all. Quite frankly, none of them have any business still being awake at this time, but it was a long day and apparently they are all still so hyped that trying to sleep with the racket they’re making would be fruitless anyway.

“We should get out!” someone calls enthusiastically from one of the open rooms, and Jyn turns to see their lighting director’s face beaming when she notices her. Shara Bey dashes over and clings hold of her shoulder. “Hey! Where should we go?”

“What’re you looking at me for?” Jyn asks in bewilderment.

“Well, you’re the local girl,” Shara points out.

Jyn stares at the over-tired, wired and enthusiastic faces all staring back at her. They’ve all spilled out of their rooms, nodding and asking and between this and the Instagram post, Jyn isn’t sure she’s been on the receiving end of this much attention in her life. There’s a reason she stays behind the camera! She glances at Luke, although the man just shrugs at her in response.

“I’ve never been to London! Where do we get good food around here?” he asks.

Shit.

“Uhhhh... I know a place that sells killer fish and chips?”

“It’s an adventure and it’s happening - c’mon, guys!” Shara leads the way.

She ends up bringing them to The Cantina, of all places.

A fun fact to rattle off is that there are literally thousands of pubs throughout London, and somehow she always ends up here. Her and Bodhi almost haunt the place at this point. It’s objectively not the most popular in London nor even relatively famous, but in Jyn’s opinion it captures the very heart of British pub culture (you know, getting shit-faced and yelling about football). It’s kind of what the entire show they’re filming is supposed to be about, so… yeah, here they are. The place is always dark and a little shady, the music always slightly too loud and the lights slightly too piercing, but Jyn feels almost relaxed here.

“I moved back to London when I was 16,” she explains as they approach. Shara Bey has already filmed several snapchat videos of herself by this point and now seems to be flirting with the security guy. Most of their group is hanging onto her every word and she adds, “We’d come here on the weekends with our fake I.D.s and get hammered.”

“My kinda party,” Luke grins.

They all pile inside The Cantina, Jyn dutifully avoiding Cassian’s eyes. Honestly, she had no idea that he was even coming - did famous T.V. presenters even do that? - but someone called out to him just as they were walking out of the hotel doors to go catch a train and he dashed out to join them. After embarrassing herself so spectacularly, she figures the only way to handle tonight is the true British way: ignore all emotions and pretend everything is fine.

She notices a gap at the bar and she manages to quickly order two shots as everyone piles into the pub. She thought she had avoided all scrutiny as her colleagues get caught up in which drinks to order, but apparently nothing gets past the social media manager. Luke gives her a look of bemusement from over his shoulder and Jyn bites at him,

“What?”

“Steady on,” he says.

“Shut up,” Jyn accuses.

“You know, if you want to talk to him all you have to do is open your mouth and start saying words,” Luke says, slyly.

Jyn glares. “What d’you know? You know nothing.”

“I know that look! Trust me, I get it. I’m a huge fan too.”

Jyn finally meets his knowing gaze.

“You also watch three seasons in eight hours?”

“Without subtitles!” Luke nods. “My Spanish got a LOT better.”

“Stalk on Instagram?”

“I’m a social media manager,” Luke scoffs. “Raise me something actually valuable.”

“Imagine marrying someday?”

Luke laughs. “Jyn, we all know that he’s out of both our leagues, but with you… ehhhhh, there’s potential.”

“I’m sorry, EHHHHH?”

“I also said potential!”

Jyn was going to offer one of the shots to Luke, but with that statement, she keeps them both for herself. It’s true, she’s been filming this man for the last two days and she still technically hasn’t had any kind of one-on-one conversation with him that isn’t to do with camera angles. Besides the disastrous first attempt, that is. She isn’t even sure what’s stopping her at this point. It’s not like she’s kidding herself that something is going to happen – they’re on a schedule, they’re going to be travelling in a tight knit group for months without space to get away, and who even looks at her like that anymore? – so it’s not even the fact that he’s hot that makes her like this.

She’s just never done anything on this kind of scale before. These people all have established careers, been featured on Ellen, have followers on Twitter… this is the first time Jyn’s worked on a project where the director isn’t some uni student filming a sex scene in their parent’s garage. Bloody hell, what could she even say to him?

“Ok, look,” Luke sighs next to her. “exactly how many shots is this going to take? Because I will literally buy them all if it will get your ass over there.”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “but at least one more.”

tellmewhatyoueatofficial rumour has it that somewhere round here you can get some killer #fishnchips! @theofficialcantina #tellmewhatyoueat #bts #london #camden town #camden market #london pub #the cantina #filming #cinematogropher #travel

Her ass inevitably did not end up over there.

“Ok, we’re going for the casual ‘we’ve just stumbled upon this place’ feel,” Their director, Draven, is running backwards somewhere behind her, trying to keep up with the action as Cassian walks down the street. She’s aiming for the vision of him being in amongst the crowd, just one with London, which is kinda contradicted by the fact that they have blocked off one side of the entire stretch of street outside the restaurant they’re currently featuring and their security guy is letting through a controlled amount of people to walk through their shot. Still, she gets to watch Cassian stroll down the footpath with his hands in his pockets, contently gazing around the streets, so she’s probably got the good end of the deal, here. Voiceovers will be added in later, so literally all he has to do is walk and smile as Draven yells out direction.

“Ok! You reach Rebel Rebel,” he calls out. Cassian pretends that his eye is caught by the actually previously chosen restaurant, glancing up at it. She zooms in on his face.

Yes. Definitely has the best deal, here.

“CUT,” Draven yells. “Perfect, we’ll shoot it once more, then head on in.”

They take a break before moving into the restaurant to do more filming and she listens to Draven rave to their producer about how big they’re expecting their audience to be for this particular episode. She probably doesn’t try hard enough to hide her scoff, but she’s exhausted from being up until 2am that morning and still too pissed off at herself to care. Despite all of Luke’s encouragement, she still hadn’t managed to get herself over to the table where Cassian had been sitting. She had an opening and alcohol, and yet…

“Look, I’ve worked on this show before and I’m yelling you,” Luke nodded at Cassian last night. “He’s a good guy! He’s worth getting to know.”

She was sure he was. It was just getting to the point of knowing him that worried her. She glances bitterly up at Rebel Rebel. Honestly, of all fucking places in London, they just had to choose the most cliché.

“Why do you not like this place?”

She whirls around in a slight panic, heart practically leaping into her throat. Cassian’s watching her curiously, water bottle in hand and please Jyn, please remember what proper words are.

“Who – who says I don’t like it?”

“That expression on your face,” Cassian points out.

She’s almost impressed that he noticed. “Is filming going to be this forced the entire time?”

For a moment she isn’t sure if he’s going to give her a real or diplomatic answer. She supposes his job’s on the line, but just as that thought occurs he admits, “A lot of things are pre-shot filming this kind of show. It’s like reality T.V., we pretend it was all filmed on the spot when actually we planned the entire thing. But the food and the reactions, that’s going to be real. You can’t fake taste.”

“What if you don’t like something? Are we allowed to include that?”

“Usually depends on who I’m allowed to piss off,” he mentions.

“Well, I dunno who chose Rebel, Rebel, but this place sucks,” If he can figure it out from the look on her face, then there’s no point denying it. Jyn points out the restaurant that is technically one of London’s top places to eat. Recommended on Trip Advisor, stars and celebrities were known to dine there and even Jamie Oliver did a special there once, but as far as Jyn is concerned the entire place was overrated.

“How do you know that?”

“Like I couldn’t possibly know great food,” She winces a little at the tone. Blimey, she needs to work on not sounding so defensive.

“Show me,” Cassian suddenly challenges. “After filming today, take me to the good food.”

He can’t be serious. Surely he isn’t? They have a schedule, they have deadlines, they can’t just go bloody rogue! Yes, fine, she does have somewhere in mind. She might consider wine and a can of tinned soup a decent meal, but that doesn’t mean she can’t recognise great food when she sees it. The memories suddenly hit her, of meat sizzling, of swinging on vinyl chairs and knives clinking against plates. She remembers being allowed to stand on a stool behind the counter to take customer’s money and running through the kitchens trying not to get caught by the chefs. Whenever she hears classical music she’s taken back and they’re literally only around the corner, but…

It’s a stupid idea.

She shrugs. “I think Draven’s gonna burst a blood vessel if we don’t get back to it.”

JUST TAKE HIM TO THE FUCKING RESTAURANT JYN DO IT DOOOOOO IIIIITTTTTTT

FKJDJFKJDFJKFJKDF KILL ME Also are u still harassing luke to be nice to me bc honestly bodhi

Im just lookin out for mah gurl Also turns out he’s kinda funny so But not the point, just take him Jyn seriously

But it’s such a personal place and we barely know each other

Don’t make it about you then. Just say u know a place that’s better, bring ur camera and film the magic. Oooooh, get baze to make his special, that shit is GOOD Plus this way you’ll get to know each other eeeyyyyy

I’m going to regret this

No u wont

It eats at her, until eventually Bodhi manages to make her snap. Damn it, it will not leave her alone and apparently, her way of asking people out these days is just turning up at their hotel room door and demanding them to come with her, since the moment Cassian answers her slightly too hard knock on his door she blurts out,

“Get your coat on, we’re going somewhere.”

Cassian blinks slightly, but seems entirely non-phased as he ducks to the side to grab a jacket and follows her out the door. “Where are we going?”

“To the good food.”

It’s a bit far to walk and she’s still not used to the T.V. glamour of being able to take taxis everywhere, so she drags him out into the cool, drizzly evening and onto the tube. Taking the Piccadilly Line into Covent Garden, the night is fresh and just starting to buzz when they climb up into the street. She wasn’t going to get her camera out until they reached Lahmu, but the side street they cut down is strung up with multi-coloured lanterns and his face is honestly too good to not try and capture.

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if we’re even allowed to do this,” Jyn admits, as she points out the way. “Like, filming outside of scheduled shooting. Have I just violated my contract or something?”

“Depends if Draven likes what he sees,” Cassian answers her.

“I’ll delete it later, then,” Jyn says, walking sideways as she filmed and hoping that nothing got in her way lest she accidentally go flying. “No one has to know a thing. And if you talk, I’ll kill you.”

He laughs a little into the camera. “I’m starting to think I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“But anyway, welcome to Covent Garden again,” she makes a deal out of saying, ensuring that she can still see his face through her lens. He pauses under a lamp post and thankfully, no one seems to recognise them in the dark and without the addition of an entire film crew. To someone else, they could literally be any random YouTube vloggers or something. “Naturally, this damn show only brings you to the touristy side of London, but there are some admittedly great places to eat in this area. Not fucking Rebel, Rebel though, I mean shit that’s actually edible.”

“We might want to edit that last part out.”

“Yeah, post can handle that,” She would wave a hand if she had one to spare. “Tell me, superstar Cassian Andor, how are you enjoying London so far?”

He smiles a little against the backdrop of lit restaurants. “It’s cold.”

“Of course it’s cold, it’s fucking England.”

“But it’s exciting,” he adds. “There’s so much history here, buildings that have been around for hundreds of years… it’s great to see.”

“You’re supposed to say you love the food, stop going off script.”

“Sorry – I love the food.”

“Good,” she says. “because if you don’t love where we’re going, then I’ll buy the next round of drinks.”

“Where exactly ARE we going?”

She points across the street and she films him turning and seeing the lit up sign of Lahmu. Owned for the last fifteen years by Baze and Chirrut Malbus-Îmwe, it’s known for its wildly eccentric yet still somehow delicious menu. Jyn leads Cassian there, waving to the matire’d on their way in and asking if Baze is around.

“You’re a regular?” Cassian asks.

“Kind of,” Jyn hedges. “it’s weird to explain.”

She doesn’t rest until they find Baze in the kitchen, the co-owner and chef shaking Cassian’s hand vigorously like any person who was vaguely familiar with food would. Jyn keeps the camera rolling the entire time until finally, he tries Baze’s famous Secret Special and the unearthly sounds that come out of his mouth Jyn deems a little too inappropriate for their G-rated show.

“This is fucking amazing,” he practically moans.

“I’m glad,” Baze says warmly as Jyn hastily cuts the recording.

“And you seriously won’t tell me what kind of meat this is?”

“Of course not, that’s the secret part.”

“It’s not going to have me arrested, right?”

“No. Well… I don’t think so, at least.”

Cassian just shrugs. “Good enough for me.”

Carefully working on packing the camera away in the bag she has strung around her neck, Cassian continues to enthusiastically shovel whatever mystery meat it is into his mouth. Over by the kitchen bench, Baze leans in and squeezes her shoulder.

“So can I expect to actually get on T.V. here, or not?” he asks in undertone.

“Probably not,” she admits.

“Ah, well. It was a nice idea while it lasted,” Baze sighs, gruffly.

“You guys are still doing well, right?” Jyn asks, casually.

“Stop worrying. We’re fine,” Baze shoots her a look. “Exposure never hurts, however.”

“Just let Cassian tweet about this place,” Jyn points out. “You’ll have people coming in hordes.”

Cassian cuts in to scoff, “I’m not THAT popular.”

“When you have a follower count with 5 digits or more, you’re considered popular, mate.”

Cassian protests, but honestly they’re mostly silent after that as he apparently just savours the flavours Jyn knows have to be hitting his tongue. She realises at one point that she’s closed her eyes and she hastily snaps them open because Jesus, Jyn, get a grip, she can listen to the boiling soup and scraping of pots without looking weird about it. It’s only when Baze moves away to carry on directing his kitchen, however, when she finally says,

“Look. I think we got off on the wrong foot when we first met,” she says. “I swear I usually know how to talk to people normally. I’m a big fan?”

Thankfully, he laughs and she lets out a slow breath of relief. “I’m honoured.”

“No really,” Jyn points out. “I don’t even speak Spanish, and I watched all three seasons of your last show.”

“That’s dedication.”

“Sorry again.”

“Hey,” he shakes his head. “It’s fine – I’m a big fan of yours too.”

“Piss off,” Jyn says before she even stops to think whether that might offend him or not. “I film obscure niche documentaries and indie films that lose money rather than make money, there’s no way you like any of that shit.”

“No really, I looked you up when we knew you were coming,” Cassian points out. “Or, ok, Kay sort of insisted that we look you up, he was feeling a bit territorial. But we watched a little of that one documentary you did on the abandoned insane asylum?”

“Oh god,” Jyn shivers. “that place was creepy as all fuckin’ hell. I had nightmares for weeks.”

“But the camera work was beautiful! Wait, exactly how creepy?”

“I’m pretty sure that one of the film crew got possessed.”

“You’re not serious?”

And it’s weird, but he finishes his Secret Special and she tells the quite frankly terrifying story of when one of her crew members had gone a little nutty and claimed that they were having visions of dead people and it kind of… goes well. Her heart is still pounding, but they’re finally talking. It at least makes her feel a little more grounded, a little more like she actually fits into this project that until this point made her feel like she was just floundering under water. This isn’t another weird documentary about haunted buildings, this is something that will eventually air on prime time British television…

“So how did you end up as a T.V. presenter, of all things?” Jyn asks once his plate is scraped clean.

“I started in regular journalism. Believe it or not, but I’m not the best cook.”

“Shut the hell up,” Jyn insists.

“No really,” Cassian says, earnestly. “I can appreciate good food, but I still cannot make anything like my mother can.”

“Well, I burn toast so together, we’ve got this show covered.”

“Thank God, I was starting to worry.”

She laughs. Fucking laughs. But he’s laughing too, so she hopes it’s ok and he asks her then, “How did you get into camera work?”

“The professional answer is that I have always appreciated the entire filmography of whoever happens to be employing me at the time,” Jyn says. “The real answer is that I was running out of time to pick an elective at uni and I chose this random media studies paper on a whim.”

“So we pretty much started in the same place.”

“I guess, yeah,” It’s hard to imagine herself having literally anything in common with the celebrity, but what the hell does she know in the end? They’re quiet for a moment, Cassian moving to wash his own plate and Jyn pretending that she isn’t watching. It’s only when he’s finished and everything is put away when he turns back to her and says,

“So what’s the story?”

“Sorry?”

“The story,” he reiterates and Jyn’s chest thuds painfully. “about why this place. Don’t try and tell me there isn’t a story.”

It’s true, there is one. And she honestly wasn’t sure whether she was going to say it when she first brought him in here, but there’s something that makes her want to say it now. She takes a deep breath and answers,

“My father used to own it.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything else. He waits, clearly willing to let her talk when she’s ready, and she eventually sighs in exasperation. “Fine, my father owned it and it’s how he met my mother,” she adds on. “I practically grew up here, but they died and it got sold when I was eight and it’s never felt exactly the same since. I guess I still try sometimes, though.”

It’s a very glossed over version of the story, but it will do for now. He nods in understanding before gesturing to her camera once more. “Do you mind?”

She frowns. “What do you want to film?”

“I have an idea – just roll with it?”

She humours him, once again pulling out the camera. She’s at least thankful that the kitchen lights are kind of perfect for filming as she sets it on top of an upturned saucepot in lieu of a tripod. She prompts, “What are you thinking?” and Cassian looks up right at her through the lens.

Blimey.

“We’re going to be taking Europe by storm, right?” he says, and she almost thinks his words aren’t even intended for the camera. “The idea is that we experience multiple cultures and different kinds of foods, but I love that there’s one thing that seems to be universal. No matter where you are in the world, food has this ability to connect things. We associate food with the places we come from, certain celebrations, smell with memories, a restaurant with home…” Her heart is definitely somewhere up around her throat and he smiles at her. “and that’s pretty awesome.”

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In the end, Draven loves their side project so much that it turns into his idea.

They were all supposed to be on a flight to Cardiff at this point, but the network has apparently let them delay by twelve hours to allow them to shoot additional footage and anything that gets her favourite restaurant exposure is fine with Jyn. But despite their filming obviously fake candid shots outside the restaurant, Draven’s admitted that there’s a lot of charm in the real candid-ness of what they filmed the previous night and hopefully, a lot of their original footage will end up being used in the final cuts.

“I’m going to miss London!” Luke says cheerfully as they wait at the airport. Definitely not a big enough production for a private jet, they get a few looks waiting amongst everyone else but luckily at 4am not many people care all that much about the moderately famous food show host and crew. Jyn is attempting to sleep in her cold, plastic chair but it’s kind of hard when Luke won’t stop chatting.

“Do you ever stop?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” she mutters. She gets up and leaves Luke to his cheerful trawling through Twitter and notices Cassian slumped down near the phone charging station. With his hoodie pulled over his eyes it’s difficult to tell if he’s awake or not, but he stirs when she sits down next to him.

“Naturally the network couldn’t wait for tomorrow and literally had to book us on the next flight to Cardiff,” she says. “Who the hell even flies to Cardiff at this time in the morning?”

“Right?” he smiles a little. Then, after pausing he adds, “Hey, um… I’m sorry if I stepped over a line or something before. When we were filming at Lahmu. I know you didn’t really intend on it being a part of the show and it got kinda personal so I just wanted to make sure you’re…”

“It’s ok,” Jyn says softly.

She isn’t sure what it is. It’s 4am in an airport, it’s one of those liminal spaces where time stops existing and only vacant expressions and stress endures. But she turns to glance over at him and he’s looking at her and shitballs, her stomach twists itself inside out. She still doesn’t know what to expect from this entire project and she certainly doesn’t expect anything ever from him, but a part of her is really, really pissed off to know that they have to part ways at the end of all this.

But then again also, they have 30 more countries to go.

Finally, the announcer is declaring that their flight is beginning boarding. All around, tired people stand and yawn, stretching and picking up suitcases and rousing sleeping children. Cassian sighs before pushing back his hood and giving her a determined look.

“Let’s go to Wales,” he says.

“Let’s go to Wales,” Jyn agrees.

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