#what kind of dumbass wears a white tie with a white suit? This one

[taralen]

SPAMT SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!!

I was 98% not sober working on this image. I started it several days ago and worked on it whenever I was not sober. It's finished now, I think. I was so damn [[euphoric]] that I kept trying to sign this with my legal signature instead of my artist one. Oops. Also, psst. . . Here's a glasses-off version just for fun below. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[dreamcatcherrs]

what kind of aesthetic the mcyts are attracted to

dream:

⭒ indie ⭒

really likes how vibrant everything is

thinks the bright colours makes anyone look good

especially likes those dark blue jeans

that are just a little loose

or bright coloured cardigans

neon green is a personal favourite

photo:

george:

⭒ softcore ⭒

or art hoe

likes those soft and natural looks

because he can't see colours that well

he doesn't have that many aesthetics that really stand out to him

but he can still appreciate a nice piece of clothing

pastel colours also tend to be more pleasing to the eye

and as this aesthetic hints, soft

photo:

sapnap:

⭒ baddie ⭒

need I say more?

he likes how the clothes is loose

yet still tight fitting???

likes the checker prints A LOT

just look at his minecraft skin

really likes this style

can definitely vibe with it

photo:

badboyhalo:

⭒ drugcore ⭒

okay the name may throw you off but…

bad really likes this kinda aesthetic

likes how it’s the same type of fashion

but it can vary depending on what you prefer

sometimes bright colours, sometimes darker colours, or a combo

pretty soft, yet with grunge undertones

technoblade:

⭒ bad bitch ⭒

loves how outfits like these radiate confidence

especially likes cargo pants

and golden belts

(really likes caps too but tries not to show it)

doesn't really care for the colour combo - as long as they go together

likes pink things more than he’d like to admit-

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wilbur soot:

⭒ dark academia ⭒

yet again, need I say more?

he’s all about that dark, I go to the library, kind of look

LOVES turtlenecks

and how collared sweatshirts look

and white dress shirts

and long jackets

simple but definitely not boring

kinda matches his vibe, which he likes a lot

photo:

quackity:

⭒ skatercore ⭒

beanieessss

and big black sweatshirtsssss

also really likes silver jewellery with this kinda fit

doesn't expect an actual skateboard

but he does think it’s cool if you skate

long sleeves under t-shirts is THE FIT

silver chain belts with black denim

mans will melt

photo:

fundy:

⭒ 80′s aesthetic ⭒

dress shirts with funky patterns

he likey

tropical themes or colours

but only, like, one of the clothing items

and then the rest of the outfit is pretty simple

with some basic pieces of jewellery

perhaps a watch?

photo:

karl jacobs:

⭒ cloudcore ⭒

I was really stuck between angelcore and an indie aesthetic

so I chose cloudcore cause it’s kinda in the middle

I just feel like he really likes this look??

he’s more for the great colour combos and fits than the dreamy side of this aesthetic

likes a pop of colour

loves something that’s completely unexpected

yet it still works so well??

it confuses him but, wow, he loves it

photo:

eret:

⭒ queencore ⭒

loves how extra it is

it doesn't even have to be a big dress like that

just some royalty jewellery

or some popping makeup

he really just cannot take his eyes off it

especially likes ruby or emerald colours or gold

and lots of diamonds and pearls

CORSETS and VELURE

photo:

punz:

⭒ cozy/comfy aesthetic ⭒

you know those brown wooly jackets?

yeah, he’s crazy about them

loves the casual look

with grey hoodies or sweatpants

he is dead

likes a quiet palette

not much colour going on

but it looks really nice on anybody, and that’s what really reels him in

photo:

awesamdude:

⭒ babycore ⭒

but with a dark twist?

as in, not too extreme

like he isn't about pastels all day everyday

likes some contrast

he is all about thigh highs with those black shoes

or a thigh piece of some sort

photo:

corpse husband:

⭒ e-girl ⭒

or just anything with fishnets

I mean, c’mon it was kinda given

likes some pop of colour, though

or sometimes a more basic look

like a black hoodie and some chains and that's it?

it’s really attractive in his eyes

he is also a thigh high man

they just make an outfit a little better, y’know?

photo:

skeppy:

⭒ holosexual ⭒

like, just yes

looooves it

it shines in the moonlight and it’s just amazing

really loves how the fabric feels as well

and just thinks it’s very pretty

it catches his eye

and could easily distract him from something with its shine

photo:

tubbo:

⭒ cottagecore ⭒

(with fairycore undertones)

loves how it’s so different from anything else in a way that is still not too much

loves that it’s kinda magical

and thinks it’s really unique and cute

thinks that soft pastel colours suit anyone if they pull it off right

especially loves frill, flower prints, long sleeves and bows

photo:

tommyinnit:

⭒��nostalgiacore ⭒

(with kidcore undertones)

likes how it’s kinda childish

yet it just works so well

and the colours

god, he loves the colours

give him all the colours of the rainbow

really likes some attachment pieces

like a little pink bell?

or a charm bracelet?

he’s all about it

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ranboo:

⭒ adventurecore ⭒

(with junglecore undertones)

loves overalls

or leather pieces of some sort

if you have some sort of camera attached to you?

or a bag that matches the outfit?

it attracts his eyes

gives some depth and personality to the outfit

thinks dress shirts are very appealing

photo:

purpled:

pixiecore

(with soft undertones)

something about it just strikes him

some shine and some butterflies

and dragonflies

it’s just pleasing to the eye

likes glitter and shine a lot more than expected

he just fell in love with the look

photo:

remember! these are just my personal opinions on what they’d like, so don't take it personally. every fashion is good as long as you feel good wearing it :) hope you liked it<3

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[qvid-pro-qvo]

Hello sweetie. May I have 7) “I dreamt about you last night.”, 14) “Can I have this dance?”, “I couldn’t live without you.” and “I’m yours, in every way possible.” with Sonny Carisi (I'm heads over heels for that man) with female reader, please. Thanks :) - @reading--mermaid

for @reading--mermaid. sonny carisi x female!reader.

word count: 2240

rating: e for everyone, because a wedding brings everyone together, for better or for worse, but in this case definitely for the better (pretty much fluff! tw: mentions of alcohol.) 

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For the moment, you remember why you wish you could be an only child.

“You’re bringing your boyfriend. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“You know, when I dreamt about you last night, I completely forgot about the part where you’re absolutely insane,” you comment mildly. Your hand reaches for your glass, and Jane just sighs. “Guess it just slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh. So he’s coming, then?”

Your sister is glaring at you from across the table, but you don’t look at her, focusing instead on the brunch menu.

“Seems like I might try the scallops today,” you hum, and she just rolls her eyes.

“You’re allergic to seafood, dumbass, and you’re bringing your boyfriend.”

“No, I’m not, Jane.” Your voice is firm, and when she narrows her eyes at you, it’s your turn to give the dramatic roll. “Look. I don’t want to bring him. Barb’s my friend, and I love her, and I’m excited for her, but that wedding is going to be shitshow. The last thing I want is to scare him off because dear old Uncle Phil decides to get too rowdy and Aunt Julia decides to drink two bottles of wine instead of one at the reception.”

“That’s just how weddings work,” Jane counters, and when you open your mouth again to argue, she raises her hand. “It’s a shitshow, but it’s sweet. You’re a bridesmaid, sweetheart. And unless you want one of the bridal party trying to flirt with you all night, your boyfriend is the perfect protection. Plus, I want to meet him!”

With a sigh, you lift up your hand to tie your hair back, your scrunchie forcing the mess into a bun. “You’ve met him,” you say, with no lack of petulance, but Jane just sighs.

“Once. For like, ten minutes, in passing. You’re both always busy, and not only that, but I know Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind meeting the guy that you’re basically swooning over every time you talk to them on the phone. How long’s it been that you’ve been gushing about him? A year?”  

That makes your brows raise, and Jane can surely see them even over the menu. “They’re coming, then? For sure?”

“For sure. Uncle Phil paid for their flight. Said he wanted the whole family there, and that means every brother they can manage.” There’s a moment of silence as Jane glances around. The waiter still hasn’t come for your order, and so she busies herself with a drink of water before speaking again, letting you ruminate on the fact. “Just. Think about it. Please? For me?”

So, you do. You think. And while the prospect of Sonny meeting your… eclectic family is terrifying; you can’t help but think that he’s… well. He’s Sonny. And when you think about him meeting your parents, finally…

With a sigh, you put down the menu, interlock your fingers, and when you look up, your sister is flashing her puppy eyes at you.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll ask. And if he’s not busy, which he always is, I’ll bring him,” you relent, just to get her to stop looking at you like that. There are practically tears in her eyes. Immediately she breaks out into a grin, a little cackle added on. “But you owe me the name of your firstborn. I don’t care what David says, sister’s honor.”

“No shit,” Jane returns. You shake on it, making you chuckle. “Easiest deal I’ve ever made.”

-

Sonny says yes. Immediately. No hesitation. It’s a testament to how fantastic he is that when you bring it up over takeout that night, he seems absolutely delighted at the prospect.

Of course, you try to warn him.

“You might not be available the day of,” you point out.

His response is easy as he takes off his jacket, drapes it over the back of your couch. “If you give me the date, I’ll take time off right now. Liv’ll be fine with it, you know that.”

“My parents will be there,” you warn, and while the moment gives him pause, he ends it with a smile.

“Good.”

Good. Good. To meeting the parents? You want to poke him, see if he’s an alien or something, but he’s still smiling and all you really can do is kiss him for it.

“You know, all of my family is a pain in the ass,” you state bluntly, a last ditch effort. He snorts, and you reach to stab him with your plastic fork, the takeout he brought home not yet opened up and dug into. “I’m serious! It’ll be a mess, okay, and if I can spare you that –“

He just chuckles, reaching to pull you into his embrace. You melt into it – by this point his button down is off, leaving just his undershirt. He smells like home, and you can’t help but sink into the feeling. “Sweetheart, that’s family. Trust me, all right? You’ve met my sisters, you’ve met my parents. It’s about time that I return the favor.”

When he kisses your temple, you’re realizing with a twist of your lips that he’s unfortunately pretty damn great.

“You know, you won’t be able to really talk to me until the first dances,” you tell him, just for shits and giggles, and that earns you another kiss, this one on your cheek, your neck, your jaw, behind your ear.

“But I’ll be able to see you.”

So, it’s done. The car is rented, the hotel is booked, and when the weekend of comes around, and the two of you hop into your car and make the three-hour ride up.

Of course, the wedding is about as much of a pain as you expected it to be.

It should be noted that you love being there for your cousin, and she looks absolutely stunning her gown. It’s not the gown, or your own dress (which is plain and deep burgundy, styled perfectly with a matching lip). It’s not the ceremony, which makes you tear up, as her and her wife seal the deal with a kiss that you hoot and holler at. It’s not the food or the drinks or the venue or anything else that came together for Barb’s perfect day.

It’s the family.

Aunt Julia goes just as hard as you expect her to. Uncle Phil’s jokes are crude, but… inevitably get a laugh from one side of the family or the other. Your nieces are chaos incarnate, and half your time as bridesmaid is spent wrangling the dog that was made the ring bearer, your bathrobe getting caught on every doorhandle in the place. By the time the reception comes around, you’re exhausted and close to tipping over, navigating the intricacies of a big family with poise and grace you’re sure God probably gave you just for that day or something.

It’s a mess.

It’s your mess.

And Sonny, that day? Well. Sonny… is Sonny.

Sonny helps you catch the dog the first time it escapes (and the second time, and the third time). Sonny, due to some last-minute stomach bug, ends up helping out as usher, and makes every single family member he escorts to their row and aisle and seat smile. Sonny, at his place at the table where your parents sit, spends the whole night chatting them up, and you and your sister at the table with the bride and groom, can only watch from a distance.

“He’s crushing it,” Jane tells you. David’s sitting there, too, and he’s also enraptured with your boyfriend. The weariness of the day starts to wear off, and now that the pictures are done the drink in front of you is white wine and your belly is full. “Don’t look now, but I think Dad’s writing the invitations for Thanksgiving.”

There’s a pride that fills you, then. It’s been coming the whole day, but in that moment, you feel like you’re about to burst. You’re grinning, and when he glances over to where you are, well.

“You know what? Let him,” you say, and your eyes don’t leave Sonny as he winks and goes back to his story. “He really is crushing it.”

Soon the meal is done. There’s cake, and laughter, and you watch as Barb shoves her piece into Meredith’s face with unbridled glee. At that point you look around for your boyfriend, but he’s nowhere to be found. Neither are your parents for that matter, and you’re sliding out of your heels so you can troll around, eating cake, looking around for them.

Eventually, though, they come back. It’s in the middle of the first dance when you feel the familiar presence behind you, and his hands move to wrap around your waist as you watch the brides sway together, the rest of their lives ahead of them.

“Just in time,” you tease. “I thought I’d have to go solo out there.”

He turns you, so your vision of the brides is now full of him. You haven’t got to linger on it yet, but right here and now, he looks stunning. While the men in the bridal parties have black suits, Sonny’s is a beautiful navy, with a pocket square that matches the color of your dress (you’re almost ninety percent sure it’s from that lawyer he knows, but you don’t bring it up, kind of hoping he’ll keep the full ensemble). “And keep the world from seeing my awesome dance moves? No way.”

You giggle. The wine, the meal, the end of the day approaching. You’re loose, and he’s smiling, which makes you grin. “Saw you dodging the chocolatey fingers of my nieces and baby cousins,” you point out, and his eyes widen for a second before he glances around, peeks over your shoulder.

“Yeah, just, uh, don’t tell ‘em where I am. I think it’s part of their game to see who gets the most fingerprints on me by the end of the night.”

The DJ announces the end of the first dance, welcoming the bridal parties onto the floor. Sonny lights up at this, and offers his hand to you. “Can I have this dance, beautiful?”

Your smile softens, just a tad. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The music is slow, but not glacial, and Sonny starts it off by holding you proper. Soon enough, though, you’re moving into each other, and your head is resting on his shoulder, the slow sway of the brides what you’re mimicking. It’s gentle, and sweet, and for the moment you allow yourself to close your eyes.

Everything else slips away. All that’s left is the music and Sonny against you. Your dress brushes against your feet, still bare and cold against the dance floor, but nothing can bring you out of this ecstasy.

His voice is low against your ear, almost raspy as the song fades into something new, and the DJ announces the rest of the group can join with their significant others. “You know, I had a good time with your parents,” he murmurs, and you laugh lazily against him.

“I noticed. Be careful, I think my mom was thinking of kidnapping you so you can tell her all the Carisi family recipes.”

“Now those are top secret,” he informs you, seriousness in his tone, and when you pull back to look at him there’s mirth, even with his little pout.

“Obviously. I’ll distract, and you’ll hit the road.”

He laughs now, and it’s easy. It’s like breathing, the two of you. “Right. Well. We did talk about other things, while I was ensuring the safety of my family’s legacy.”

That peaks your interest, and you raise a manicured brow. “Like what?”

For a moment, he pauses. He’s caught, looking at you, under the lights, and for a moment you think he’s not going to say anything at all. But then he leans in, presses your foreheads together, and the world stops.

“I told ‘em… I told ‘em I’m yours, in every way possible. I told ‘em how I couldn’t live without you, and I told ‘em how I don’t want to.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and when you blink a couple of tears fall. “Sonny…”

“I told them, how one day, I’m gonna propose, and I’m gonna ask you to marry me. And I told them, how I really, really, hope you say yes.” His voice is definitely raw, now, and your swallow is tight. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Of course not, I’m not proposing now, but. I just… I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much being a part of your family, how much it means to me. And… I hope you want to be a part of mine.”

The slow music ends. The DJ is cheering now, and the crowd is clapping, and soon something more upbeat starts. But you’re stopped, in the middle of the dance floor, and before you can think you’re pulling him into a deep kiss, pressing up into it on your toes.

When you pull back, your mascara is running. But you don’t care. You couldn’t possibly care less. “If you think I’m saying anything but yes, whenever the hell you ask me, Dominick, I –“

He kisses you again. And when the world fades away once more, it’s because the two of you know that your whole lives are ahead of you, too.

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 9

Chapter Selection 

I was awakened by Hotch's alarm. I turn around and reach for his phone to turn it off. My headache pounding. It had only been a few hours since we drank. Honestly I was still a little drunk. 

I collapse on him waking him up. "Ughh", I mumble into the crook of his neck. "What is it", That was a dumbass question he knows I'm not a morning person. "Do you really have to ask me that." 

He chuckles, "Yes how would you feel if we took a shower. The hot water would be nice."

I get up and walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. As I'm waiting for the water to heat up I brush my teeth. I feel hands around my waist and lips on my collarbone. 

I look into the mirror and he's standing behind me looking hot even when he first wakes up. 

His head rests on my shoulder then I tug at his hand to get into the shower. I turn him into the water first, he needs it more. I put shampoo into his hair and massage it in. 

"You're good at that", I giggle and then wash it out. "Your turn", he turns me around and washes me. 

We step out of the shower and into the bedroom and I shiver. "Here wear this", He tosses me one of his hoodies. I put it on and I'm met with the smell of mint. 

He gets dressed first and leaves while I get ready. I finish up and walk into the kitchen where he's making breakfast. "Whatcha making?" 

"Pancakes, eggs, and sausage patties. We have a long day ahead of us and this might be the only thing we eat for a while." 

"True, did you start the coffee already." He hands me a cup answering my question.

We talked for a while til we had to leave at 5am for the strip. 

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When we got there it was 5:45am and Aaron told the pilot that we could leave. The team would be heading down later in the day. I sat on the couch my head resting against the wall. My legs in Aarons lap his hand writing his name up and down my leg. 

"When we get there remember we don't have to hide from the team." The thought brought a smile to my face even though I still didn't want them to know. 

"When we get there, my ass is slamming onto the bed and taken a fucking nap." Aaron chuckled and agreed.

The rest of the fight were spent with small naps and causal conversation. 

We arrived in New York at 7am and it wasn't as busy as it usually is. There was a car waiting for us when we got out the airport and they drove us to the Penthouse. 

Through the street we saw the luxurious building we were staying at. It was 30 stories and our place had two floors. The driver dropped us off and we walked in. 

I put my hand in his and continued walking through the lobby. It had black and white marble floors, a mirror ceiling, gold pillars on the sides with a red carpet going down the center leading to the elevator. 

We walk to the man behind the desk, "Amelia Perez." The man behind the desk began typing into his computer. "You're on the top floor, here's the key card. You need this to use the elevator; It only works for your floor." 

"Thank you, have a nice day." I say while walking away, "You too."

He gives us a smile as we walk into the elevator. The floor numbers slowly rising as we got closer.The doors open and I'm in awe. There are hardwood floors, white walls, a chandelier greeting you once you enter.

Their was a very large balcony with huge glass doors that led outside. With leather sofas and fire pit in center. 

In the living room; white couches, a fire place in front, and one wall is solely for a window. The window extends into the kitchen giving a full view of the city. 

There was a clear view of everything. The sun still rising lighting up the sky with virous colors.

The stairs start from the entrance and go up a wall and the loft extends to the kitchen as well. There is a skylight pointing directly into the living room and another one in the kitchen. 

The loft has a queen size bed, a couch on one wall and a 60 inch tv on the other. The bathroom is black with a single shower and a jacuzzi bathtub. I'm definitely using that later. 

I'm laying down on the couch when I smell something. "What do I smell!", I yell across the room. 

"I'm making food", he yells. "What kind of food, its smells so fucking good" 

"You'll have to see", I didn't wanna get up but I do. Picking myself up off the couch.

I walk into the kitchen and I see tomatoes, eggs, flour, basil. I see him rolling out a dough and making an alfredo sauce with chicken. I gasp; he looks at me and chuckles. "Chicken alfredo?"

He nodded continuing to roll the dough out.

"Are you making your own noodles?" 

"Yes I am." I take a seat on the bar stool watching him. "Well you're just full of surprises aren't you." 

He looks at me and smiles, "You have no idea." I walk behind him and wrap my hand around his waist and kiss his neck. He turns around and nips my cheek.

He finally finishes dinner and we eat. I got a huge bowl almost eating all of it. 

It's 10am when I walk back upstairs and collapse on the bed, falling asleep. I toss and turn until Aaron walks into the room. "Cant sleep?", I groan in response. He sets an alarm for 4:30pm. 

He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me close, his arm snakes around me. I nestle my head into his chest and take a deep breath taking in the smell of his cologne. 

He kisses the top of my head. I feel his warmth and it makes me relaxed. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating. Aaron falls asleep to the sound of my steady breathing. 

*beep*beep*beep*beep*

I grumble, "Shut that shit off." Aaron turns off the alarm. "We gotta get up, party is at 6", he says as he nudges me. "Fine", I get up and start getting ready. 

I look through the closet and find a red dress that reaches my calves with a slit up the side that stops at my mid thigh and a pair of red 2 inch heels. 

I throw them on and start to curl my hair loosely. Doing my makeup with a stubble red color lipstick, black eyeliner, and putting on false eyelashes. I get ready in an hour.

I take a step forward walking down the stairs and Aaron looks at me in awe. 

His mouth opens a little, "You look amazing." 

"Thank you, you look great." I say with a smirk. He has his hair set back, wearing a black tuxedo with a bow tie, and black dress shoes. 

He adjusts the Rolex on his wrist. "Take this", he hands me an ear piece to wear for communicating with the rest of the team. "Can you guys hear me?", I ask hoping it works. 

"Yeah we can", the whole team responds. We walk to the door, I put my hands on his bicep going into the elevator.

When we get outside he opens the limo door for me and I climb in with him. 

"Where too" 

"172 Madison Avenue." 

The ride was quiet until Aaron spoke up, "Remember when we get there I'm Christopher Harris, and your Amelia Perez." I nod my head and that's when we get to the party.. 

The driver stops the car, "Thank you." We smile at the driver. 

Hotch opens the door for me and helps me walk out. I grab his hand and he walks me through the lobby. I am approached by the man at the front desk. "Here for the Stalone?"

"Yes sir and which floor is it on?" 

"Top floor." 

I press the top floor and we ride up. The doors open and I notice all the people. He guides me through the crowd, they're all dressed in gowns and suits. 

"Let me guess the bar", I nod eagerly at his words. We get to the bar and he orders us a drink not asking me what I wanted. 

"Do any of you have your eyes on Carmine." I feel a nudge on my right and its Hotch handing me a vodka and coke. 

"How'd you know my drink"

"Lucky guess."

He says while sipping on his scotch. I'm enjoying my conversation while scanning the room searching for Carmine. 

"We have eyes", JJ says into the earpiece. I smile through my words, "Where." 

"Outside in the gazebo, hes guarded by 2 people. You're gonna have to get his attention if you wanna talk to him." Morgan states.

"Well that's just great isn't it, ok follow my lead." I say tugging on Aarons arm.

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I went outside and noticed Carmine was sitting with a few girls and he had two bodyguards in the front.

Hotch was walking behind me when I pushed him back, "Don't fucking touch me asshole." I said loud enough for Carmine to hear; Aaron quickly realized what I was doing. 

"Amelia don't be that way come on give me one more chance and if I mess up again I'll leave you alone", I saw Carmine start to stare at me from the corner of my eye. 

"Fine but talk to me or do that bullshit again and you'll find yourself in the ground." I said sternly and I flipped him off. "Leave me alone, we'll talk later", I walked to the ledge and looked at the skyline. 

Hearing footsteps behind me I turned my head slightly. Got you dumbass. "I noticed the commotion a little while ago, you okay sweetheart?" 

I felt his cold hand on my back. I started to cry, having a tear in my eye when I looked at him. "Yeah I'm okay just pissed off at him. He had the audacity to do that to me, I deserve better."

"Yeah you do. How about you come and sit with me so we can talk a few things over." 

Carmine looks at my neck easily knowing the necklace I'm wearing is worth a few 100 thousand. He sits me down, "After that whole thing, do you have a place you can stay or are you gonna go back home with that asshole." 

"I'll probably go back with him, he might be a dick but he's my boyfriend and it's our place. I'm not gonna leave after one fight."

"So what do you do for a living." 

"I do off shore business." Throwing him a smirk, "If you don't mind my asking. What kind of offshore business." 

"I more or less invest in some privately owned places that do... certain things." He smiles at me while talking into my eyes. The feeling unsettles me making my skin crawl.

He gets up and puts out his hand and looks at me. I grab his hand, "Let's talk about this in private. You can call your boyfriend after we chat", Carmine says with a smirk.

Rossi walks over to Hotch who is sitting at the bar. "Do you see y/n?"

"She was with Carmine outside, they were talking that's all I saw." Morgan looks around from the dance floor with Emily, "We don't see her, she's not outside neither is Carmine." 

Rossi talks into the earpiece, "Garcia I need you to hack the cameras find her now." Garcia searches most of the cameras when she sees me for a few seconds. 

"Second floor far right corner, they're going into a room." 

"Can you get eyes in there", Garcia says no.

I walk into the room following Carmine, he takes a seat on the couch; points telling me to sit. 

"Now I assume you know what my family does for a living", he waits for my answer. 

"I do", he looks at me sternly. 

"How would you like to make some money and invest a little bit", he asks me. I'm just happy he got straight to the point. Maybe this will be over with quicker than I thought. 

"One how much would you like, two maybe i'll think about it", I shrug and look away. 

He had curiosity written all over his face. He speaks up, "I'll give you a call, see how you feel about the arrangement." 

I give him my number, then tells me I could leave. I stand up and walk out through the door and try to find Hotch. 

Garcia spots me on the camera, "She's back and walking towards you Hotch." I see him looking around trying to find me. "Miss me", I walk up to him. 

He looks at me and his face relaxes and he exhales deeply, "Mmm maybe a little". We smile at the comment and he puts a hand on my waist and grabs my hand. "Wanna dance?"

"I'm not the dancing type"

"Well you are tonight." He pulls me to the dance floor. "What'd he say to you in there" 

"Just that we could invest in his little company you know the usual." 

I hear JJ over the mic, "Well that was fast how'd you get him to talk." 

"What can I say? I'm very persuasive", I smirk. Aaron looks into my eyes and turns off our mics. 

"What are you doing", he doesn't say anything. He leans into my ear and whispers. "You were a good girl today maybe I might give you a reward."

My face turns red at the words and he pulls away to look at my reaction. I don't say anything but I give him a kiss on the cheek and I turn the mics back on. 

"Ok babe I'm tired, what do you say we go home", I grab his hand and guide him to the elevator and leave. "You guys stay, behind to track his movements, we are gonna go." 

The team says ok and we get into the car and head back to the penthouse. During the drive we don't say anything. He slides his hand up my leg and places his hand on my thigh. 

I shift a bit and my breathing hitches. He notices and gives my thigh and squeeze then slides in higher up. 

I close my eyes and put my head back against the seat. I felt a sudden cold spot on my leg when I opened my eyes he removed his hand and went to open the door. "Were here", he walked over to my side and guided me out of the car and into the building. 

In the elevator I grab his hand and our fingers intertwine. He smiles but doesnt look at me. 

The doors open and I walk straight upstairs, he goes to follow behind me but I stop him, "You know baby I would really love to fuck but honestly I'm tried." 

He looks at me and chuckles, "Ok princess." He turns around and goes downstairs. I sit on the bed and take off the dress and place it back into the closet. 

I go to take off my bra and there's a sudden relief. I turn on the shower and I smell food but I ignore it. I wash my hair, body, and brush my teeth. 

When I get out of the shower I see the time I was in there for over half an hour. I put on a tight white crop top and some red and black shorts. 

Going down the stairs I noticed Aaron had changed also into some striped pajama pants, he didn't have a shirt on. 

My eyes locked onto his body and I looked him up and down, when my eyes met his there was a smile on his face. 

"Enjoying something", He was holding back a laugh. "Nope nothing, did you make food?" 

I walked over to the couch and turned on a movie. "I did but that's gone now sorry did you want something." 

My stomach grumbled but I wasn't too hungry. 

"Yeah can you get some wine, please and thank you." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses and poured some wine and gave me a glass. 

"You're welcome", He sat down next to me but I put my legs on his and we started to watch the movie. 

The wine was gone now and we're both a little tipsy. Gradually he would shift on the couch like he was uncomfortable. I nudged him, "Come here." I pulled him up and I opened my legs so he was lying in between them. 

He was moving so his arms were wrapped around my torso and his head was on my chest listening to my breathing. "Better?", he looked at me and hummed

I brought my hands up and put them on his head and started to stroke his hair. His hair was soft and smelled like coconut. 

I noticed he had closed his eyes and was sleeping so I turned off the movie and decided to not wake him up. I set up an alarm and went to sleep. 

I wake to the sound of my alarm; Aaron still laying down on my chest. His breathing is steady, I wrap my arms around him and just hold him. He wakes, sits up, and goes to the bathroom. 

"Well good morning to you too I guess", I mutter but he doesn't hear me. 

My phone starts to ring, "Hey y/n, he already has your number so now we just wait for him to call you guys. You have the day off I guess." JJ said over the phone. I look over at the kitchen and my stomach growls. 

"Ok thanks for the update." From there I hang up the phone and yell out to Aaron 

"Yo!", I don't hear him answer so I yell again. "What!", He finally calls back.

"We have the day off, did you wanna go out or stay in!?", he yells to stay in.

He walks out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for some water. I walk over and sit on one of the stools. 

"So Mr. Chef what's in store today?", his eyes shift over to mine and he chuckles. 

"Well I was thinking something simple like", he pulls out a box of mac and cheese from the cabinet and places it on the counter. 

His phone starts to ring and he steps out of the room. 

I hear shuffling and whisper yelling. I walk over to the door but I don't open it. I hear a quiet stuttering. Then he ends the call and Aaron starts to walk back towards the door.

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I Do?

Eric Forman x F!Reader

Eric and Reader are dating. One day they go to the mall and one thing leads to another and they find themselves in a wedding shop.

(Y/N) POV

Today started out as a normal day. I walked over to my boyfriend, Eric Forman’s house and entered his basement. “Hey guys!”, I greeted as I took a seat in between Eric’s legs, who was sitting on the back of the couch. “Hey Dork”, Eric responded playfully shoving me. I quickly tried to push him off the couch but didn’t want to actually hurt him. After a mumbled “get a room” from Hyde, we settled down to watch Charlie’s Angels. “Man! Farrah Fawcett is hot!!” Kelso shouted earning a slap to the chest and a glare from Jackie. Kelso’s comment started a fight between the two which Hyde made worse with his witty responses to get his friend in even more trouble. After a few minutes of listening to the couple Eric suggested we get out of there. We hopped in the vista cruiser and headed to the mall. ”Let’s grab something to eat” I suggested. We walked over to the food court where I got a pretzel and Eric got a Cracker Jack box. Once I was done and Eric was nearing his prize we decided to do a little window shopping. Eric pulled out his prize and it was a shiny, fake, ring. It kind of resembled an engagement ring. Eric stepped in front of me got down on one knee and in a mock serious voice asked “(y/n) (y/l/n) will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” In my best, but awful, British accent I said “I do” The people in the mall thought it was real so they started clapping while Eric slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me. “What shall we do now your highness?” Eric asked as we started walking through the mall again. My eyes caught sight of a wedding shop so I grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him to the shop. “We just got engaged and want to try on a dress and suit as soon as possible” I lied to the lady. After picking out a few different dresses and suits Eric and I headed to the changing rooms. “Isn’t this like bad luck or something?” Eric asked nervously. “I don’t know” I shrugged. Struggling to put my dress on I asked Eric to zip me up. With my back to him he gingerly zipped up the dress I had on. I turned around and it felt like I was in a movie. Eric was dressed in the classic black and white tux that hugged his body perfectly in all the right places. His bow was a little crooked so I reached up and fixed it.

Eric’s POV

When (y/n) turned around it was like time stopped. She looked so beautiful in the white laced dress she was wearing. The dress showed off all her curves beautifully. I was so stunned I didn’t even move when she reached up to fix my bow tie. I was standing there like an idiot with my mouth a gap. I looked like a fish out of water trying to say something but no words could define her beauty. I noticed she started to blush. In that moment I knew I had to marry her. For real.

(Y/N) POV

After we left the mall and Eric was driving home I turned to look at Eric and he still had a stunned look on his face. He hadn’t said a word since he saw you in the dress and it had started to worry you. “Are you okay?” I asked. No response. “Eric?” Nothing. Now I was really worried. What if trying on the dress really was bad news? What if I scared him? He’s young. I’m young. Swallowing softly I say “Eric? Please say something?” For a split second Eric took his eyes off the road and spoke “One day, not now, but one day would you really want to marry me? Like me. Eric Forman. Well known dumbass. Would you actually marry me and have kids with me and do all the boring adult stuff?” I could tell he was nervous. He was fidgeting. His fingers absentmindedly drumming on the steering wheel waiting for a response. I took one look at him and I knew that he was going to be the one. The one I marry. The one I have kids with. The one I do boring everyday adult things with. “If that is your way of proposing then no but if you come up with something better then I’ll think about it.” I say with a grin on my face showing him I’m joking. “Yes, Eric. One day, not now, but one day I’ll marry you and we’ll get all wrinkly together.” Eric looked at me a smiled “good because I would need to start on a back up plan if you didn’t.” Laughing we both decided to keep this day to ourselves. A memory and a story for another day.

My first fanfic ever so give me some feedback.

I do NOT own any of the 70s Show characters

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Sugar quills: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Spinoff drabble here!

Genre: Harry Potter!au, Hogwarts!au, Slytherin!Donghyuck x Ravenclaw!reader, friends to lovers, one second of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing, like two dirty jokes

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy is sweeter.

a/n: Social distancing sucks, and you can suck on sugar quills, so here’s a Hogwarts au! (Not sure that metaphor worked lmao) This was originally going to be 2k at most, but I got carried away... I’m also emotionally invested in a very ambitious Mark Lee fic, so keep an eye out for that, too. Stream Kick It, and enjoy!

•••

The Yule Ball is next week, which means that you are in dire need of a dress. Of course, you could’ve ordered a dress weeks ago, but you run on procrastination like Jaemin runs on coffee. Besides, you only made the executive decision to go to the ball with your friends a few hours ago. Even if you don’t have a date (yet, although you’re working on that), it’s your 7th year at Hogwarts and last chance to attend, so fuck societal norms.

Right now, you’re strolling the streets of Hogsmeade, admiring the snowy trees and searching for a dress store that sells muggle styles like the ones you saw in magazines as a kid. You stop to peer into Honeydukes to see if they have any more sugar quills when a snowball hits your back.

“Hey!” You spin around to face a grinning Donghyuck, or Haechan, as he insists the teachers and students call him (they don’t). He’s carrying a gigantic bag of sweets in his left hand, making you wonder how he made a snowball in the first place. You relax once you see him, weighing your options. Sure, you could pull out your wand and dump a pile of snow on him, but that would be unnecessarily cruel. Plus, even after seven years at Hogwarts, you’re a muggle-born at heart and are still occasionally surprised by how easy and accessible magic is. Finally settling on pelting him in the nose with a leftover chunk of snow, you pretend to be annoyed even though you secretly have the urge to kiss his scrunched nose.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t y/n, the second-fastest person in our year to learn Apparition.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Thonghyuck, who only brags about being able to Apparate first because that’s the only thing he’s good at.” (It’s not. Donghyuck is good at a lot of things, including being smart and enthusiastic and good-looking and just… him… but you don’t tell him that unless he’s feeling down. Wouldn’t want to boost his ego even more.)

“Touché. What are you doing?” He falls in step beside you, bumping your shoulders together as you try to avoid slipping by leaning into his side.

“What does it look like? I’m walking.” You wait until he sighs and stops ramming into your side. “I’m trying to find a muggle-style dress for the Yule Ball.” For the tenth time today, you wonder if he has a date. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Luckily, you managed to find out from Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun that he doesn’t after ten minutes of them teasing you.

Donghyuck darts in front of you, grabbing your shoulders while his Honeydukes bag knocks against your arm, and practically shouts, “You have a date???”

You stare into his comically wide eyes. “Um, no?” He lets go of your shoulders but stays rooted to the ground, staring at you. You cross your arms defensively. “Even if I did, you don’t have to be so surprised about it.”

He shakes his head so vigorously that you worry he’ll give himself a concussion. And then his dramatic, sassy facade fades away to reveal his more authentic side. “No! I wasn’t surprised, I was just kind of shocked. I mean, I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, um… sorry.”

You’re grateful that the snow falls on your cheeks to alleviate the burning, but you feel an internal sting that you don’t think is caused by the cold. “You sure have a way with words.” Sidestepping him, you tug his hand so he keeps walking. “Why do you have twice as much candy as you normally buy?” You hope you sound nonchalant as you ask, “Are you bribing someone to go to the ball with you?” When he continues walking, you let go of his hand and stare straight ahead.

Your feelings toward Donghyuck aren’t crystal clear to you, but you know three things. Number one: you like him more than a friend. Number two: you were hoping to ask him to the Yule Ball. And number three: you’d be devastated if he went with someone else.

“I want to do a kind of promposal, since we’ll never go to prom and I only have one more chance to ask her. And we only have one more opportunity to go to this ball.”

You can tell he’s nervous, and your heart softens for him even as it hardens with jealousy. “I’m sure she’ll love it, Hyuck.” Normally, you would pester him and question who the unlucky girl was, but your heart’s not in it today.

Your words seem to give him some of his usual exuberance back. “Thanks. What stores are you going to? I wanna come with you.”

“Since when have you been interested in women’s dresses?”

He laughs at this, actually grabbing your elbow and turning to look at you. You’re disheartened after hearing about his plans to ask someone to the ball, but his laughter is so contagious that you unconsciously crack a smile. “I mean, if you’re interested in them, then I guess I am. But I’m looking for a suit. I don’t feel like wearing dress robes for an entire night.”

“I guess we’ll both be breaking dress code, then.”

“I like the sound of that. Breaking dress code, together.”

And then you forget about his potential dance partner. Despite occasionally being a dumbass, you’re not dense—you hope it’s you, and it wouldn’t be a huge stretch if it was. But you don’t want to ask in case it’s not, and in this moment, you don’t care. Nobody can take away the happiness this moment with Donghyuck gives you.

•••

Later, after Donghyuck demands that you show him all the dresses you’ve tried on and you demand that he presents all the suits he’s picked, you finally settle on a dress. It’s an elegant ball gown, a deep midnight black with silver designs embroidered into the floor-length skirt.

“I think this is the one, Hyuck.”

“Show me, and tell me what you think of this suit.”

You step out of the dressing room, and your jaw drops to the floor. Donghyuck always looks good, but this suit does wonders for him. He wears a low silver vest underneath a rich black suit, exposing a neatly buttoned dress shirt (basically his suit in Boom). His soft brown hair is parted to one side, exposing his forehead. He stops fiddling with a silk green tie once you stop next to him, leaving one hand at the knot of his tie while the other rests in his trousers pockets.

He looks so beautiful, you might cry.

Thankfully, he speaks before you have the chance to start sobbing. “You look amazing.” He casts an appreciative glance from head to toe.

This is fine. This heart rate is normal. “Thanks. This suit makes you look like a god.”

He steps closer, sets a gentle hand on your waist, and turns you to face a wall mirror. “Look,” you suddenly realize. “We’re matching. The silver in my skirt matches your vest.”

He leans toward you and places his lips near your ear. “No blue? That’s not very Ravenclaw of you.” You hope he can’t see goosebumps forming on your skin.

Slowly, you turn your entire body to face him. You’re inches apart, so close that your noses would brush if you leaned in. “I guess I’ll have to wear that blue necklace you got me. Wouldn’t want to let my house down.”

After what seems like an eternity of the two of you just standing there, ogling each other, he steps away, smoothing out his perfectly-ironed suit. “I think I’m getting this suit.”

“I think I’m getting this dress, too.” You hurry back into your dressing room, face uncomfortably hot and hands uncontrollably jittery. Thank goodness you already have a pair of heels in your dorm, because you’re not sure walking would be possible after that encounter.

•••

It’s Sunday, which also means the Yule Ball is six days away. You spend the day cooped up in your room, the library, and various houses’ commons rooms doing homework and scribbling out essays. When the clock hits seven, you call it a day and start focusing on more pressing issues.

“Seulgi, do I even ask Hyuck to the ball at this point? He’s planning a whole-ass promposal for someone, and there probably wouldn’t be a point in asking.”

Seulgi rolls over on your bed to face you, wearing a look of pure judgement. “Bitch, I thought us Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.”

“Hear, hear!” Yeri pipes up from her bed, temporarily abandoning her white nail polish. You eye the bottle warily. It wouldn’t be the first time Yeri has spilled something on her bed. “Y/n, I know your one braincell is probably tired, but can you please tell it to think?”

You almost throw your stuffed Niffler at her, but choose to smash your face into it instead. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t need to ask him because Donghyuck is asking you,” Wendy explains, not looking up from her journal.

“I mean, I hope he does, but you don’t know that,” you admit sadly, your words muffled by your Niffler plush.

Wendy scoffs. “You dumb bitch.”

“Be careful, Voldemort might be manipulating you with that journal,” you fire back.

“Y/n, you love to be in denial, but it’s pretty obvious that you and Donghyuck—Haechan, whatever, I don’t even know at this point—you two have a thing going on,” Seulgi speaks slowly, like you’re a preschooler who doesn’t have common sense. Which would honestly be pretty fair, but you’d like some proof that Donghyuck reciprocated your feelings.

You open your mouth, but Wendy cuts you off. “Don’t.” You stare in wonder as she continues journaling without even looking up to see your actions. “It’s not like you don’t have common sense. You got Yeri a date to the ball while she was being a coward—”

“Hey! I was not being a coward, I was being cautious!” Yeri sighs. “Great, I just messed up my nail,” she complains before flipping Wendy off with her smeared middle finger. She carefully picks up her wand and vanishes the offending nail polish.

“Anyways, you have common sense, you just never use it for yourself,” Wendy finishes. She finally looks up and her face softens when she sees the concern evident in your features. “Sweetie, you’re hanging out tonight, right? Just the two of you? Wouldn’t that be the perfect opportunity for him to ask you?”

“But we do that every week. Well, that’s also a good thing, but it doesn’t mean anything will happen tonight.”

Seulgi rests a hand on your shoulder. “Girl, we aren’t getting your hopes up. Don’t overthink it.”

You look around your dorm, grateful beyond words. “Thank you.” The three of them smile back at you, radiating nothing but encouragement and positivity.

“So what time are you meeting him tonight?”

“In fifteen minutes. Shit! I have to get ready!”

•••

You forgot to buy sugar quills on Saturday.

You realize this because you’re pacing around Ravenclaw’s common room, trying to steel your nerves, when you think fuck it, I need a drink. But the Three Broomsticks doesn’t sell alcohol to Hogwarts students and you’ve never really had a drink before, so your mindset changes to fuck it, I need a sugar quill. So you go back to the dorms to get a sugar quill, and you’re halfway up the stairs when you realize that you didn’t go to Honeydukes yesterday because you didn’t want to risk ruining your gorgeous dress. That’s when you hear Donghyuck yelling at the eagle knocker, and that’s when your mind goes fuck.

You race down the steps—catching yourself before you fumble over the last one—and open the door. “Hyuck, it’s not alive. Arguing with it won’t do anything.”

He still looks so beautiful that you might cry, but he looks softer compared to when he was in a suit. Warmer. Fluffier. His hair is messy and falls into his eyes, and he’s enveloped in a green Slytherin sweater.

“I was being a gentleman and telling it off for being pervy, so at least I was doing the right thing.”

“What?”

“It asked ‘what gets wetter the more it dries?’ And then I lectured it about being wet in a school full of minors.”

You laugh and step outside, closing the door to protect the ears of innocent first-year Ravenclaws. “It’s a sponge, Hyuck. The answer was a fucking sponge.”

“I know, but what’s the fun in that?” He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together and your brain short-circuits. Well, this is bolder than what he usually does, but no complaints. “C’mon, I planned something that I think you’ll like.”

He guides you down Ravenclaw Tower’s spiral staircase and the only response you can come up with is “I like whatever I’m doing as long as I’m with you.” Your_Brain.exe may have stopped working, but once it restarted—confident and flirty mode: activated.

Donghyuck stops and turns in front of you, facing you so that you’re one step taller than him. Since you’re finally taller than him, you’re about to comment on this height difference and question what he’s doing when he asks, “What about doing me? Would you like that?”

You let go of his hand and rest your hands behind his neck. “Take me out to dinner first, loverboy.”

His bemused expression is priceless, like he wasn’t expecting you to answer so quickly. Or at all. “Come on, Hyuck,” you brush past him as he gapes at you. “I thought you were taking me somewhere fun?” you ask when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He hasn’t moved an inch, and you giggle when he finally makes it down the steps.

You reach for his hand when he stops next to you, beaming when he raises your interlocked hands to his mouth and presses a light kiss on your knuckles. “I am, although I’m afraid it’s not out to dinner. Maybe next time.” And just like that, he whisks you off again.

You’re being bold tonight. To be honest, you have no idea where all of this flirty banter is coming from in your mind. Maybe Seulgi, Yeri, and Wendy boosted your confidence. Maybe you regret not doing something in the dress shop. Maybe Donghyuck never holds your hand, meaning he’s definitely up to something (and you hope with all your heart that he planned a promposal for you), but he always looks at you with this kind of adoration and tenderness and you only realized it now.

Maybe you’re both being bold tonight.

Donghyuck stops in front of a wall on the seventh floor. You glance over at him quizzically, but he closes his eyes and looks concentrated, so you just admire his side profile instead. A door appears out of nowhere and he opens his eyes.

“How did you summon a door? Did I miss this lesson in Transfiguration?”

“I didn’t summon it, it’s kinda weird. It’s called the Room of Requirement, and it appears with what you need on the inside. Only a few people know about it. Pretty cool, right?”

“I’ve never heard of that before. I wanna see what it’s like in there.”

Your free hand moves toward the doorknob, but Donghyuck stops you. “Wait.” He envelopes your hand with his free hand and hesitantly meets your eyes. “You haven’t… found a date to the ball since yesterday, right?”

You smile so hard that your face hurts, but you can’t stop. “Of course not. I have pretty high standards for my date to my last Yule Ball, you know. He has to ask me with a promposal to show that he’s a man of culture.”

He beams, and the sun is suddenly jobless. He lets go of your hands, opens the door, and bows. “After you, m’lady.”

The room’s lights are off. Donghyuck enters after you, shutting the door and plunging the room into complete darkness. A spotlight turns on after a few seconds, illuminating the center of the room.

You laugh when you see what spotlight shines on. A group of sugar quills floats in mid-air, spelling out the word “quill.” Below, a sign framed with a dozen or so writing quills reads “you go to the ball with me?” Read together, the display asks: “Quill you go to the ball with me?”

Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun emerge from the sides and you lean over from laughing too hard. Jaemin has a white feather stuck in his hair, while Jeno is full-out dressed in a quill costume, complete with wisps of what looks like white yarn adorning his sides. Renjun looks very thankful to be wearing regular clothes.

The three of them approach you. Jeno and Jaemin go to your sides, each carrying a quill in a quill holder. Jeno’s holder contains a sheet of paper that says ‘yes’, while Jaemin’s holder contains a sheet of paper saying ‘no’. Renjun steps in front of you and holds an inkwell between the two trays.

Donghyuck stands behind Renjun with a piece of parchment above his head. The paper has two boxes reading ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

You don’t hesitate to take Jeno’s quill, dipping it in Renjun’s inkwell. The three boys step aside, allowing you to walk toward Donghyuck, who lowers the parchment to mid-chest level so you can check your answer easily.

You don’t check either box at first. Instead, you implore with a warm smile: “If I delay this, do I get to see Jeno in his quill costume longer?”

Jeno groans. “I lost a round of rock, paper, scissors and I’m trying to be a good wingman. Check the box already, y/n.”

So you mark the ‘yes’ box. Donghyuck’s smile makes you feel like you’re the only people in the room and you step closer, ready to press a kiss to his cheek and maybe somewhere else too—

The moment is interrupted by the other boys’ cheers. Jeno takes off his quill costume and throws it at Donghyuck, yelling, “I told you she would say yes!” Turning toward you, he starts to expose Donghyuck explain. “He was so nervous before this, that was the only reason I wore that stupid thing, you should’ve seen him—”

“He asked us to be here instead of just enchanting the quills and inkwell and stuff because he needed our moral support,” Jaemin cuts in, pulling Donghyuck away from you and into a headlock. He fusses with Donghyuck’s hair and coos at his flushed face.

“This boy is so whipped,” Renjun not-so-inconspicuously whispers to you. Giving your lovestruck expression a quick glance, he adds, “and so are you.”

Donghyuck wrestles Jaemin off of him and pulls you away from Renjun, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Just because I’m not in Gryffindor with Jaemin doesn’t mean I’m not brave.”

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, content.

When Donghyuck walks you back to Ravenclaw’s dorms after curfew, he holds your hand again. You both attempt to keep your voices down to avoid Filch, but honestly, you don’t care at this point. After you reach the top of Ravenclaw Tower, you both stop, awkwardly wondering what to do next.

You break the silence. “Thanks for all these sugar quills.” You hold up the bag of quills he gifted you, giving it a little shake. “How did you know my hidden stash ran out?”

“I kind of kept distracting you on the way back from Hogsmeade yesterday so you didn’t get any from Honeydukes. Did you like the whole… promposal? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go with me or someone else, but you seemed kind of jealous after I mentioned taking someone yesterday? Like I don’t want to pressure you into anything…”

You place the bag of sugar quills on the ground and place a hand on the side of his face. He stops talking. “The girls were making fun of me for being dumb, so I guess we’re dumb together. I liked the promposal, Hyuck.” You wait a beat longer before adding, “I like you.”

When Seulgi tells you ‘I told you so’, Yeri cheers that everyone in your dorm has a date to the ball, Wendy shakes her head with a knowing smile, and all three press you to spill the tea later that night, you won’t be able to tell them who started it or how it happened. All you know is that one moment, you and Donghyuck are standing there, not moving, and in the next moment, you’re kissing.

Your mind goes blank, but you react immediately, leaning into him and kissing him back. It’s soft and sweet and completely natural. There are no butterflies in your stomach, but a warm feeling of utter happiness fills you. You let go of Donghyuck’s hand to curl an arm around his neck, and he rests his hands on your waist, tugging you closer. You sigh into the kiss and thread your fingers through his hair. It’s over as suddenly as it started, but this time, there’s no awkwardness when you look at Donghyuck.

Standing there, with his face basking in the light from the torches and his arms around you, he looks like a dream come true.

You pick up your bag. “Goodnight, Donghyuck.” You press your lips to his again, briefly.

He pulls you in for one final kiss before stepping back. “Goodnight, y/n.”

•••

Donghyuck spends much more time with you in the days leading up to the Yule Ball. He takes you to visit the Room of Requirement when you ask him, cuddles with you while you read through your Potions notes, and always gives you goodnight kisses when he walks you back to your dorm. Of course, you try to avoid flaunting these displays of affection in front of other people. You wouldn’t want to be that couple who makes out in public.

But that’s the problem. You have no idea if you’re a couple or not. He hasn’t said if he’s liked you back, and he hasn’t even mentioned taking you out on a date yet. You don’t say anything because you’re trying not to rush things, but come Friday, when you slip into your ballgown, you’re still not sure what your relationship is with him.

You do Yeri’s hair as Wendy does your hair as Seulgi does Wendy’s hair as Yeri does Seulgi’s hair. Yeri casts a spell to make Seulgi’s hair form a heart on top of her head and you giggle, prompting her to turn around, suspicious. “Quit moving,” Yeri complains, cheeky as ever. “I can’t make your hair pretty if you’re always moving around.”

“I’m already pretty,” Seulgi retorts, but stays still. You couldn’t agree more.

Wendy did an amazing job with your hair, which is voluminous and silky and tied half-up with a piece of green silk that matches Donghyuck’s tie. It frames your face, and when you finish applying your makeup, you feel like a Disney princess. It’s times like these when you’re thankful you splurged on your shared full-length mirror. “Ooh, I look fabulous.” Looking around the room, you feel the need to amend your statement. “We all look fabulous.”

“Yes the fuck we do!” calls Yeri.

After you slip on your heels and put on your blue necklace, you’re ready. You take tons of pictures as you wait for your dates to show up, and your poses get more outlandish as time goes on. Seulgi is attempting to sit in a middle split and persuading Wendy to try it with her when your dates arrive.

You help Seulgi to her feet as Suho, a fellow Ravenclaw, approaches her. She pushes you toward Donghyuck, and that’s when you get your first good look at him.

He’s as stunning as ever, looking even better than he did in the dress shop. His hair is slicked away from his forehead (no fortune cookie hair for this event!), making his face appear sharper, his nose more prominent and his jawline more defined. You can see hints of glittering eyeshadow on the edges of his eyelids.

He pulls you close by your waist, plants a kiss on your nose, and lifts your necklace. “Pretty.”

You give his shoulder a light shove. “Me or the necklace?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No, because you picked out the necklace, so you’re biased toward it.”

He sighs dramatically. “Well, I guess I can’t be biased toward you, because no matter how lovely I think you are, you blow me away every time I see you.”

You blush. “Thanks. You look very handsome tonight.”

“Only tonight?” He doesn’t let you out of his embrace, pouting, until you peck his cheek. You slip your hand into the crook of his arm and descend down Ravenclaw Tower’s stairs.

“You always look handsome, but you knew that already.”

“Fair point. Oh!” He stops you. “I almost forgot. Here,” he fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers, “is your corsage. You know, since this is kind of prom.”

You extend your wrist and he slides the navy blue flowers with dark green leaves on. He hands you his boutonniere for you to place in his lapel. “I love it, Donghyuck. Did you pick this out with our house colors in mind?”

“Yeah. I charmed it to match with your necklace, too. See?”

“You’re so thoughtful, Hyuck.” You’re pretty sure you have heart eyes right now, but no one else is around to tease you about it.

You reach the Great Hall. Yeri pulls you toward the entrance for group pictures, and after she gets them, she pushes you away to take individual pictures with Renjun.

“You’re welcome! Without me, you would’ve been a dateless coward!” You tease Yeri, who sticks her tongue out at you. Renjun blushes and directs her attention back to Seulgi and Taeyong, the designated photographers. “Do you wanna get pictures now or later?” you ask Donghyuck.

“How about later? The staff dance is about to start, and I want to see McGonagall and Flitwick together.”

McGonagall and Flitwick turn out to be surprisingly elegant dancers. Flitwick charms his shoes to levitate in mid-air and he glides along with minimal effort.

The first students’ dance follows the staff dance, and waltzing with Donghyuck is magical. After countless other dances, your feet start to hurt. He leads you to a table, makes sure you’re comfortable, and leaves to get you some punch.

You kick off your heels (stream Kick It) and transfigure them into a pair of much more comfortable flats. As you slip them back on, Seungmin, a fellow Ravenclaw in your year, sits down next to you.

“Hi y/n! How’s your night been?”

“Hey Seungmin! It’s been wonderful so far. I can’t believe I was stressing about finding a date just a week ago. How are you liking the ball so far?”

“It’s been pretty fun. We dared Hyunjin to ask Sprout to dance, and he’s over there asking her right now,” he points toward the staff’s table. Sure enough, Hyunjin has his hands clasped around Sprout’s right hand, pleading her to dance with him. “By the way, I can’t believe Donghyuck took so long to ask you. I’m sure you would’ve found a date earlier, but there’s obviously an unspoken rule about you being Donghyuck’s girl, and I doubt very many people would want to be on the receiving end of one of his hexes.”

Well, this is news to you. “I had no idea—oh shit,” you exclaim as Sprout stands up from her seat. Hyunjin escorts her to the dance floor. “He really did that.”

Seungmin shakes his head in disbelief. “I have to get this on camera.” He stands up, then realizes that he’s cutting your conversation short. “Oh, sorry—”

You wave him off. “Go record him. Send me a video when you get it.”

“Thanks, y/n. Have fun!”

“You too!” You wave as he disappears from sight. As if on cue, Donghyuck materializes by your side.

“You changed your shoes,” he notes, handing you a glass of punch. You down it in one go, suddenly jittery. How long has everyone shipped you with him? “Dang. You wanna get out of here?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, that’d be awesome. Can we go to the Room of Requirement?”

“Of course. Gimme a sec.” He tips back his head and finishes his punch, and you’d never admit it but you stare at his neck for an embarrassingly long amount of time. You stand up, still staring. He notices but doesn’t comment on it, taking your cup and throwing it away with a cheeky smile instead. He rests an arm around your waist when he returns, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your temple. “Ready?”

You nod. “What do you want the room to have?”

“Maybe a bed…” He laughs at your unamused expression. “Kidding. Besides, I haven’t taken you out to dinner yet, remember?”

“You little shit. Speaking of food, how was the snack bar?”

“It was pretty good. You want to come back later for snacks?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll survive for now.” You turn to look at him. “You know, since you’re the only snacc I need.”

•••

Donghyuck wishes for a balcony, you wish for scented candles, and the room gives you a balcony lined with candles. It even scatters a few flower petals on the parapet as a finishing touch.

“Classy,” Donghyuck remarks as you both step onto the ledge. He stands facing you, leaning forward so your foreheads touch.

You take a deep breath, smooth your hands down his suit, and summon some Gryffindor-level bravery. “Earlier, Seungmin said something about how I was your girl. The funny thing is, I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.”

He freezes. “Did I not ask you? Shit, I forgot.” He takes a step back, eyes wide. His hands fly up to massage his temple. He starts pacing while running his hands through his hair, muttering a string of curse words and the occasional ‘how did I forget’.

“Hyuck,” you laugh, relieved. You reach for his shoulders, trying to calm him down. He stops walking but keeps ruffling his hair with a distraught expression, his eyes flickering from your face to the side to the ground. “Donghyuck,” you say again. Slowly cupping his face, your gaze roams his face, taking in his full cheeks and sloping nose before stopping on his lips. As you flick your eyes up to meet his, you smile. “It’s ok if you forgot, just ask me now.”

He swallows. In that moment, snow falls outside, and you fall even harder for the boy standing in front of you. His hands grasp yours and remove them from his face. Then he kneels down on one knee (a bit exaggeratedly in your opinion) and declares, “Y/n l/n, I’ve liked you since the day you visited me in the infirmary in fifth year. Actually, it was probably earlier than that, but that was when I finally accepted that I had a big fat crush on you.”

You remember that day. During a Quidditch game with Ravenclaw, a stray Bludger knocked him off his broom seconds after he caught the Snitch. He ended up in Madam Pomfrey’s care with a broken arm. You had visited him, worried half to death. Even as he teased you for caring about him, you made sure he was comfortable and didn’t have a concussion. When you left, you gave him a bag of his favorite lollipops from Honeydukes with a note that read ‘If you die, I’ll kill you. Get well soon xoxo <3 <3’. The lovey-dovey part was only written half-jokingly.

“And I know I’m an idiot for not telling you this sooner, but maybe I can be your idiot, so will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” He swoops down to kiss you firmly as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you respond by tugging him closer by his tie. The way he holds you makes you positively melt. You’re not the only lovestruck person on that balcony, though, because even when you pull away, Donghyuck refuses to let you go.

“I’m lucky to have you,” you admit.

“No, I’m the lucky one here.”

“I know, I’m quite the catch.” You wink and he laughs and he kisses you again and again and again.

Later, Donghyuck walks you back to your room so you can change and cuddle with him properly. You bring a sugar quill with you because a bitch is hungry and that bitch is you.

He steals your quill every five minutes so he can kiss you, but you don’t mind.

Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy named Lee Donghyuck is sweeter.

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

A Lesson in Probability

Part 11.5

Here’s Part 11 but you can read all the previous parts in the fate and fortune tag

So this is not plot relevant at all but this is a pretty explanatory way of understanding Vera’s stand as well as Vera and Polnareff getting to know one another a bit better.

Moots: @fyre23 and @risottoneroo

Basically gambling and rambling, enjoy. (Also no proofreading- today I die like a dumbass)

Vera tapped on Polnareff’s shoulder, slipping on her earrings as she waited for him to wake up. He blinked up sleepily at her in disbelief. His gaze shot over to the alarm clock on the bedside table.

“Come on, we’re going gambling.” Was all she said before she moved to the door where a suit for a particularly large gentlemen was ‘accidentally’ delivered to his door.

“Midnight? Vera, what are you-“

She laid the suit down on the foot of the bed- switching on the bedside table light. “Polnareff, we’re in Dubai- the casinos here are immaculate. Please? I promise I can make you win some SERIOUS cash.”

He looked at her, slack jaw in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow and it’s still a conservative country so I couldn’t go on my own even if my age allowed it- I’m begging you.” She folded her hands in front of her in feigned pleading.

And after he shook himself awake from what she actually guessed was disbelief, he got up. “Alright, alright.”

“Thanks, the taxi will be here in half an hour.” Was all she announced before disappearing into the bathroom where she was putting on make up. The last swipe of red lipsticks on her lips had just been applied when Polnareff’s gentle knock came from the other side of the door.

Her hand wrapped around the door knob and opened to the fully dressed Polnareff. “Oh I do have to applaud myself, I guessed your size pretty well, didn’t I?”

Polnareff fiddled angrily with his loose bow tie, “Why didn’t you take any of the others?”

She moved in, taking over tying his bow tie. “Because the others- as much as Jotaro’s poker face would have been useful- would have snitched on me to Mr Joestar. And Mr Joestar wouldn’t approve of this because well-“ she shrugged. “I’m not done with school yet and already raising hell.”

“Ah I see- you think I’ll keep quiet.”

She only shot him a glance as she was finishing swiping off any lint from his shoulders. “Not necessarily- you’re kind of impulsive and this is impulsive so I figured you’d simply understand.”

With an encouraging pat on the arm she moved past him. “I’m going down for the taxi and a smoke break while you finish freshening up. She was on her way to the door when her feet stopped and she turned back. “Speaking of cigarettes...?”

“Top drawer on the left.”

“Thank you.”

Vera admitted that more than anything, she wished she had a better grip on this guy. Sure, his misadventures gave her a chuckle occasionally but the way he bounced back from grave situations made her ponder if he ever felt anything. If he didn’t- it was somewhat a cause of concern.

She took her ID out about halfway to the casino and used Fortune to change her birthdate.

Polnareff leaned in closer to watch the number blur and reamaterialize like a vision clearing itself. “Now how does luck have the ability to do that?”

“Printing mistake.”

He blinked at her. “You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“Simply put, Polnareff- there’s a small chance that my ID got misprinted, past the quality check and then got sent to me in the mail. The probability was highly unlikely but so is most of the stuff Fortune can make happen.”

The wheels in Polnareff’s head seemed to click and place and he let out a long ohhh.

“So- I’m guessing your stand has always been able to make such specific probabilities come true?”

“Oh not at all-“ she handed the security her clutch purse and her ID, standing to let them pat her down before ‘eagerly’ returning to Polnareff’s side. “There was once a time when I just hoped for the first card from a deck to be a chosen suit. Now, however,” she started leading him towards the chip exchange. “Now I can have Fortune predict and adjust the entire deck.”

She had Polnareff slide in a clip of money- her entire savings- as a total of £3000.

“Starting small, tonight?” The man behind the counter asked as he brought out the chips.

Polnareff seemed appalled at the idea that 3K was a small start but Vera jumped in instead. “It’s just a casual evening for us- we’re traveling in the morning.”

“Are you sure about this?” Polnareff asked, the worry evident on his face. “This is a lot of money you might lose completely.”

“Unlikely- you’ll just have to trust me.” Was all she said as she moved towards the blackjack tables first.

They were offered Champaign by a passing waiter, and just in time for their first deal. “You know how to play, right?” She whispered into his ear.

“Of course I do.”

She smiled down at him, trying to convince the dealer that were at the very least interested in each other’s company. “So you won’t need me, I’ll just be your lucky charm.”

The Roulette wheel was where she knew they’d start making big winnings, it was also where Polnareff started to understand the entertainment aspect of the evening. Gambling was a peculiar art of gathering enough competitors to make your play worthwhile. And Vera using herself as eye candy was exactly what they needed.

“What do you think, my dear? Am I an utter fool for betting that high?” He spoke perhaps a bit too loudly.

“I don’t know- is Lady Luck on your side?” She retorted.

“I can never tell- she looks an awful lot like you sometimes.”

She laughed it off, seeing a crowd gather in their peripherals.

“So- that what it feels likes to have your Fortune changed. Not quite as natural as I thought.” Polnareff had told her as they left the Black Jack table.

She laughed, counting the chips into the little velvet bag. “I suppose it would feel strange to you. I don’t know I’ve always seen it as a bit boring.”

“Boring? Boring how?”

They watched as the little white ball shot of the table master’s hand, running around the edge of the Roulette wheel. Vera couldn’t be bothered, she was focused on the black seventeen on the wheel. Focusing Fortune’s attention on that.

“As strange as it seems- probability and human choice kind of go hand in hand. One can sometimes influence the other...”

The speed of the ball slowed down, everyone around them held their breath as they waited.

“Sometimes it’s some ingrained instinct for us to go for even numbers- other times it’s a rigged game.”

The ball slipped into the black seventeen.

“But it’s not knowing the outcome that makes Fortune an invisible god.”

She and Polnareff leapt up and hugged each other as the crowd around them either cheered with them or sighed in defeat.

“50K for the duo in black.” The table master slid the chips across the board towards them.

Polnareff’s eyes widened as he pulled the chips closer. “Another game?”

Vera drummed her fingers on his shoulder, making him look up at her. “What do you think, Jean? Another game?”

She squeezed his shoulder just to make sure he understood they won’t be leaving the table. He gazed at her a moment and then turned to the table. “Well I suppose another game couldn’t hurt.”

“Why did you let us lose?” Jean groaned as she split the money into 15K each. Their winnings had decreased after the fifth game of Roulette and then got back to 30K at the slots. “I thought you had full control.”

“I do, and I didn’t let us lose, I made us lose.”

They had just left the casino and was walking back to the hotel- which wasn’t that far.

Polnareff spluttered. “Bu- But why? We could have walked out with millions!”

“From just 3K starting point, wouldn’t they find it awfully suspicious?”

She groaned as she bent down and climbed out of the heals she’d been walking around in all night.

“There have been worse cases, haven’t there? What about people winning the lottery and such.”

Vera looked back at him, his wide blue eyes begging for answers. It made he laugh for a moment. “Jean, you don’t actually think casinos are made for you to win in right? They’ll only let you succeed that much, anything more and we’d be in the interrogation rooms right now. Also-“ she started removing her earrings and slipping them into his suit pocket. “Isn’t 15K enough?”

“Don’t I owe you 3K?”

“No? Where’d you get that?”

“Well you gave the starting bet didn’t you.”

She scoffed, walking away from him. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Jean. You do possess that real entertainer’s talk so... thanks for that.”

“Come on- we need to get back to the hoTEL!”

Polnareff sprinted past her, grabbing her clutch in his hand and stuffing his money into her purse.

“I don’t want to hear another word about this- the money is yours!”

It took a moment for her brain to catch up and when it did she was after him. “Jean! Jean, it was a team effort! The guilt is gonna eat me alive!”

He ran ahead of her- getting much faster simply due to his height. “No no no no no! I won’t hear it!”

“Jean! I’m wearing stockings and a dress! This is not fair!”

“Promise you’ll keep the money!”

“Never!”

She phased him back with Fortune just close enough to hop onto his back- clinging on for dear life. “I told you, I don’t want it.”

“So why make me go in the first place?” He panted, resting his hands on his knees, Vera just hanging onto his back for the ride.

Vera’s breath returned to her, but the answer didn’t. Polnareff waited it out, the silence suddenly becoming oppressive.

“Truth is Vera, I don’t know you very well. And from what I can tell is that you’re not a particularly emotional person.” He put a hand over hers on his shoulder. “But Mr Joestar has told me why Avdol’s death hit you harder than me. I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. Especially in Pakistan.”

The mere thought of it made her nauseous, her grip on his shoulders loosening. She slid off his back and stood staring at the pavement- hoping she could stop the tears from coming. “I just wanted to take my mind off things. I didn’t care if I was going to pay for it later.”

The admittance felt like it broke a dam behind her eyes. The tears flowing freely. “I’m just so tired.”

Polnareff let her have a moment, her shoulders quietly jerking as she cried. “Do you want to talk about it? I’d love to get to know you a bit better, and not from what other people tell me about you.”

She sniffed, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Look what you’ve done to me, Jean! My make up is a mess!”

He only laughed, offering her a handkerchief. “Come on, I’ll abba* you home.”

She accepted after wiping away some snot and black stained tears under her eyes.

“So- where should I start?”

Jean only nodded or hummed in understanding as they walked back, not saying much. Vera speaking freely about her life for the first time in a long time.

“Alright, so to summarize- you’ve discovered Fortune can make any probability of their choice come true, you can heal because you can make some time move forward or back, that same time skip thing is also where your phasing ability comes from, and you’re incapable of effecting anything about Dio specifically. Any idea why?”

“I have a suspicion it’s because he changed his own fate with becoming a vampire. Some curses are too ancient for even me to interfere with.”

“Okay so, you’ll have to explain to me again- how does phasing work exactly?”

“Think of it this way- right now, I hold my shoe in my hand.” She lifted up the black stiletto in her hand over his chest. “Now what I do with this shoe depends on what I decide to do with it. I can decide to drop it, toss it up in the air, put it on, give it to someone jogging by- whatever. Once I decide that is the path I want it to experience, all it needs is time to do so. So I decide I’m going to toss it a few feet ahead of us. It’s going to take a few seconds to get there, yes?”

“Yes.”

“So all Fortune does is skip that time and move it straight to the time it will be laying on the floor ahead of us.”

She proved the point by demonstrating. “Got it?”

“Ahhh so THAT’S also how you heal people.”

“Now you get it.” He picked up the shoe and handed it back to her.

“So uhhh... why is it giving you grey hairs?”

Her head turned to press her ear against his back. “Time, it seems, acts a bit like money. To skip the time I have to pay the time. My body basically makes me pay for the months of healing I spare other people.”

“Are you sure? Why is it only showing now?”

“Because of the shock I suppose. I kind of wonder how many years I’ve shaved off my own life at this point. Besides- I think it’s more for moving time forward. Moving time back just gives me bad luck, I think.”

He hummed in understanding. “I see, by the way, how’s your nose?”

“Getting less blue thanks for asking.” She laughed.

The sight of the hotel lobby was her que to hop off and get back into her heels. They walked along the hallways in the hotel once more- exchanging stories of their childhoods before they were back at their doors. She gave a tired goodnight and a thank you but Polnareff called back from his room door. “Vera, I know what the corpses told you must haunt you but- I think your parents would have been proud to see where you are now.”

“Stop making me cry!”

She gave him the most authentic smile she could manage and said. “I think your family would be proud of you too.”

*abba- I might expose myself here but where I’m from, this is what we say when we piggyback someone. It’s the one local slang I think sounds cuter than piggyback lol.

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 17: 2x26 Assignment: Earth

Finally finished up S2 of TOS yesterday. That was... a rough episode tbh. I’m just gonna say it: back door pilots are bad! They’re bad. If I wanted to watch that other show, I’d watch it.

Wow, they’re just really jumping right in, huh? “Here we are, on a routine mission into the past, using a time travel method that we invented nbd.”

Investigating desperate problems in the year 2020...2016.... no wait 1968.

Ooh, Spock in the transport room today. Does he have a whole extra random station there? That’s so weird; I’ve never seen that before. It’s like hidden in the corner.

Cat!! Cat!!

What a good actor. I’m still bitter that wikipedia has a whole section about the casting for “Isis the cat” that talks entirely about the human who played Isis for 2 minutes and nothing about the talented feline actor. Where did they find her? How did they teach her to act?

She has a lot of thoughts about Kirk.

I wrote down “Scully, you’ve got to see this” in my notes and I’ve already forgotten what it refers to lol. Some moment that I thought would fit well with my favorite x-files meme.

Change history, you say? Spock is intrigued. ...Admittedly, Spock is often intrigued.

“What if it turns out you’re an invading alien from the future?” Honestly...let him invade. You’re not supposed to be here anyway.

I’m pretty insulted by this. The aliens went through all this trouble to help in 1968...where are our alien helpers NOW?

The cat straight up attacked his face.

Kirk is so fond of Spock being fond of the cat.

“It’s a lovely animal. I feel myself strangely drawn to it.”

Kirk is way too confused by Seven--an allegedly human person with super-human abilities that he says come from aliens--and yet, he’s met Charlie X so??? Is this not the same?

Kirk’s got the whole crew checking in on zoom.

(I actually do like this sequence of him getting video calls from different parts of the ship.)

“Weren’t orbiting H-bombs a huge problem in 1968?” Looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Not the subtlest bit of writing in the “social commentary” genre. I do say this with love, though. I always enjoy when they comment on contemporary problems.

“He has a totally perfect body.” Lol don’t distract these two bisexuals.

[soft meowing]

“The prisoner has escaped.” The way this is shot, it looks like he’s talking about the cat.

Hmm, I do love the decor. Very 60s. This honestly immediately feels like a different show, and a much more dated show; even when the Enterprise time travels, it tends not to time travel to... office space.

Love the little sounds the computer makes.

So is Isis supposed to be one of the fancy aliens? It’s never explained but one must assume she is.

Aw, he’s petting her paw.

So I assumed the cats sounds are real, but just dubbed. They’re not lol. Which I guess isn’t surprising: this cat makes a lot of noises! They were provided by a human voice actress.

Damn.... I want a secret bookshelf that turns around to reveal a super computer with a big screen. “Computer... play Netflix.”

That’s what Seven does in his spare time.

The computer is an AI. “Beta 5 snobbery” lol.

Where are OUR alien overlords to stop US from destroying ourselves before WE can mature into a peaceful society?

This is really masterful exposition lol. Not forced or awkward at all.

ST sure does love the snooty female computer trope.

“Get us the proper costumes.” Yes, get Spock his Requisite Hat.

Omicron IV....that’s one of the names they use in Futurama lol. Such nerds.

Another excellent Spock Hat.

I love Seven’s various IDs. Great style. I wish my driver’s license looked like those.

“Who do you think you are?” He hasn’t decided yet. That’s why he was shifting through his IDs.

Seven is not smart lol. Like, he should have figured out way faster that this lady isn’t one of the Alien Overlords. He asks her the code question, she doesn’t understand it, and he... assumes she’s just really in character? Dude, that’s what the code questions are for!!! To help you identify people! Otherwise you could just straight up ask: are you an alien?

Instead he’s like “oh, you silly alien, you’re playing with me,” and then is forced to trap her, reveal his whole mission, and ultimately ensnare her in his plan.

I want that typewriter. Voice recognition typewriter.

"My incompetence has made you aware of very secret devices." Well at least he knows.

Trained cat!

The alien overlords were killed in a random car accident. That’s ironic.

Oh look, a real rocket!

Brown pants + short sleeved shirt + tie is such a Classic 60s look.

This security guard doesn’t think it’s weird that this random dude has a cat with him? Is this part of Isis’s alien power?

Except for the part where it’s a weapon, it’s pretty cool to see all this build up to, like... launching stuff into space. Exciting.

Isis likes to be on shoulders. Just like Little Guy.

New hat for Spock. His outer wear hat, and now his fancy hat. There is something to be said for this ep, and that is Kirk and Spock in suits.

Amazing how they literally launched rockets with computers that old. Like seeing the big bank of primitive computers is totally wild. We put people on the moon that way! Amazing.

“Meow.” Lol, Isis is stressed so she’s speaking like a cat. That’s a pretty funny joke actually.

Seven is so incompetent. If he’d just let the Enterprise help, Scotty could have fixed that rocket issue in like 3 seconds.

Lol everyone’s just pulling Gary through space. Now on the Enterprise. Now in the office.

Why does this computer have a hug black screen if it only displays images on the small white circle?

"Spock and  I in custody. Main characters, doing nothing, knowing nothing, totally useless and irrelevant. I have never felt more helpless." Literally what is even the point of them today? Does Spock even have lines outside of “I like the cat”?

Isis is jealous of Roberta. Is she.. in a relationship with Seven lol?

Uhura is listening to everyone in the world. She probably has a universal translator on, but I do feel like this scene implies she just...understands all the languages.

So now the warhead is armed and heading to somewhere vague... in other words, everyone has collectively made the situation worse.

....Or this was Seven’s plan all along? To scare people into ceasing to be so careful with nuclear weaponry? As someone who knows humans better than this guy, I think this is a dumbass plan.

“That’s why so many people in my generation are kind of crazy and rebels.” Same, sweetheart.

Really this is just a story about bad communication. If Seven had told Kirk his plan upfront, Kirk would have helped him. And if Kirk weren’t so insistent on involving himself in something just because he happens to be somewhere he probably shouldn’t be, we wouldn’t have this issue either. The hubris of everyone.

Overall, just a really forced narrative imo.

Or that’s how it was supposed to be lol. The Irony of time travel. By it’s nature, everything has already worked out.

Kirk and Spock are like “You’re welcome. Peace out.”

Honestly... Isis was the only good part. Such a talented cat actor!! Or trio of cat actors, I guess. Had to do all those stunts and stuff.. .amazing. I also liked the concept of Isis. How she turned into a human later just to troll Roberta. How she’s never really explained--one must assume, an alien? Plus I pretty much never get tired of human + animal teams where the animal makes animal noises and the human just understands and answers in English.

As a stand alone sci fi concept...it was okay. Kinda dated by now. The alien tech was nifty and Roberta could have grown on me. Maybe even Seven, though he left a lot to be desire. That said, the narrative relied a lot on people getting in each other’s way for no reason, which I find very frustrating.

But as a Star Trek episode....no. The main characters were just nuisances on the side lines!! I’m not even sure what Kirk’s mission here was--to try to figure out what Seven was doing? And stop him if necessary? But he never really decided if it was or not, until the point where not trusting him would basically cause a nuclear war? I don’t know, I found it all very frustrating. The melding of the original show and the spinoff was not smooth.

If I were watching this in 1968, I’d feel very cheated. THIS was the season finale? That’s it? I don’t even get a real Star Trek episode and now I have to wait months for anything new?

And what I get after all that waiting is Spock’s Brain?? I’d be tempted to quit. If I had a tumblr in 1969 I’d be writing multi-paragraph rants about how the best show on television has completely nose-dived lol.

But then there’s The Enterprise Incident, which is one of the best episodes... I don’t know, man. It’s a conundrum. I’ve only seen maybe half of season 3 but from what I remember it’s very uneven: some of the best eps (The Enterprise Incident, For the World Is Hollow, Day of the Dove) mixed in with some of the worst (Spock’s Brain, The Paradise Syndrome), plus some that are good concepts but shoddily executed (The Way to Eden). So we’ll see what I think about it when I see it all in one piece, in air date order.

[xfandomwritingsx]

Authenticity – John Constantine (2005)

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Description: Challenge: The we have to kiss right now or they’ll notice we’re not supposed to be here trope. 

Warnings/Labels: Mentions of a hard-on but that’s about it. 

Approx. Word Count: 2,500 

A/N: For Meg���s (@thranduilsperkybutt​) 11k Follower Challenge. I was super excited to do this one. Hopefully all of you enjoy. 

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 “You look uncomfortable,” you say at a volume that only he can hear in the crowded bar. One of his arms is behind you on the armchair’s extra plump armrest and you don’t even have to see it to know that he’s got a near white knuckled grip on the edge, digging his fingers into the cushion. You’re seated on his lap, nestled in close with your legs thrown over the other armrest and between the way his thighs are entirely too tense underneath you and the way his hand practically hovers over your shins like he’s afraid to touch you, it’s very obvious he’s not doing a good job at faking this whole cover story.  

“That’s probably because I am uncomfortable,” he snaps back through gritted teeth. Your eyes scan the dark bar, looking for your target as you throw one arm over the back of his shoulders to pull him in even closer, running your other hand over his chest. 

“We’re supposed to be lovers,” you remind him a little quieter, getting closer to his ear. He flinches and you can tell he’s resisting the instinct to lean away. “You’re so stiff.” You squeeze his shoulder. “And not in the good way,” you tease. He grinds his jaw and if he weren’t so close to blowing your cover, you might have found it funny. 

“This whole thing was your plan,” he says coarsely as his eyes drop down to your skirt that’s slowly riding too far up your thighs every time you shift on him. You wonder if he’s debating on yanking it back down for you. 

He was right though. This was entirely your plan. Information about a demon making some very illegal deals and trades had brought you upstate to a fairly new underground demon bar whose appeal was largely influenced by the sin of lust. Risqué artwork, a red motif that you weren’t entirely sure wasn’t meant to symbolize blood instead of romance, and cozy dark corners all helped embody the hedonism-esque atmosphere. So yes, it made sense to enter as pseudo-lovers to scope the place out. You’d thrown on a wig and some tight clothes that teetered the line between glamorous and grungy. Then you’d forced Constantine out of his suit jacket and tie in order to blend in, hoping neither of you would be recognized. 

But as you had forgone one of those dimly lit corners in favor of an oversized, plush, velvet armchair closer to the middle of the room for better visuals, his hesitancy to even touch you is bound to stand out and draw the wrong kind of attention. The bartender, who already had raised an eyebrow at your apparently uncommon drink order, was watching you both a little too closely for your liking. 

“Next time I’ll remember to ask someone a little less uptight,” you threaten idly as you do another quick scan of the room. You both knew it was a lie. He’s your go-to partner and on the rare occasions where his dumbass will admit he needs help, you’re his too. “Would you just touch me already?” you snap at him sharply, noticing more eyes on you. 

“Most women ask me that question with a much nicer tone.” The words are dry, but the humor is still behind them nonetheless and you catch the glint of a smile on his lips. He lets his hand come down fully and relax on your shin which still isn’t great, but it’s better. Bastard should feel lucky you remembered to shave your legs at the last minute too. “Have you spotted our guy yet?” he asks as if you were the only one looking. 

“Not yet,” you tell him, leaning in to whisper it to him in hopes of looking intimate. His flinch is much less noticeable this time at least. “You need to relax,” you chide. “You’re going to draw the wrong kind of looks.” He gives a humorously gentle squeeze to your leg in response and you can’t help but smile at his timid behavior.  

You let your eyes search the room in the most casual way you can. You lean over to the side to the small table in front of the chair where your drinks reside. Constantine’s hand finally leaves the armrest to sweep over your waist, making sure you don’t topple off his lap when you reach for your beer mug. You take a slow swig of it, eyes peering over the lip of the mug to keep fanning over the room. You put it back down, his fingers sinking into the pocket of your waist as you make the stretch.  

You readjust yourself on his legs and make a show of cuddling up to him. You’re a little impressed that he keeps his hand on you. He slides it up your side, resting it under your arm and shifting his own up your back to allow you to lean onto the armrest like you had been. You can feel the warmth of his forearm, bare from his rolled up sleeves, seeping through your relatively thin shirt and relax into it. When his fingertips brush the side of your breast, you can barely feel it through the absurd amount of padding in your bra, but you figure it’s good for show. 

Another fifteen minutes pass and you continue to unsuccessfully try to get Constantine not to look like he wants to crawl away from you. In that time, you notice the bartender cast suspicious eyes your way a few too many times for your liking. When one of the bouncers just happens to show up at the bar to talk to him, you know you’re about to have a problem. 

“Bail or sell it,” you warn Constantine. He furrows his brows, not following you. “Either we get out right now or we find a way to sell our cover story in a hot damn hurry.” You tap his shoulder with the hand you’ve flung around his neck again to indicate a direction without your eyes. “Or else beefed up half-breed over there’s gonna start something I didn’t bring proper footwear for.” You had not come in tonight looking for a fight and the black heels you’re wearing are a testament to that. You leave the decision in his hands and fully expect to be walking quickly towards the door in a moment’s time.  

“Fuck it,” he whispers harshly and before you have a chance to question what reaction that was meant to imply, the hand at your side tightens, hugging you even closer to his chest and the hand that previously rested on your shin is suddenly at your neck, pulling you into a crashing kiss. 

There’s definitely a slight mmph noise that escapes your mouth and you have to forcibly repress the instinctive surprise from flashing over your face. When your brain catches up with what’s happening, you expect a fairly chaste decoy kiss, but the way his lips are moving against yours and the heated way his fingertips press into the back of your neck prove contrary to that thought.  

You realize quickly that now you’re the one acting oddly, being unusually rigid for a woman being ravished by her supposed lover. So you return the kiss in the same way he’s giving it; hot and heavy. Your mouth opens easily beneath his and your hands are suddenly gripping at his clothes. There’s little actual romance to the kiss, your eyes still opening into slits to jump around the room, making sure it’s working. The only eyes on you now are the intrigued ones, the voyeur eyes. The bartender has gone back to his duties, seemingly satisfied with your display. 

You pull away from Constantine by mere inches, ready to let him go and release him from the ruse. He takes a single, deep but fleeting look at you before the hand on your neck pushes up into your wig. He kisses you again as he pulls roughly, sitting you up and using his other hand to help guide you where he wants you.  

It takes you by surprise, but the way he handles you doesn’t leave you wanting to fight it. The fist twisting in your fake strands of hair makes you regret wearing a wig. He’s making you ache to feel that pleasurable tug at your scalp. Your hands are forced to let go of him and brace yourself on the back of the chair in order to follow the direction of his pull, turning you to face him and slipping his hand between your legs. His fingers press into your inner thigh to push your thighs open over his lap all while keeping his lips up against yours. 

Your eyes are sealed shut this time, getting completely lost in his kiss and his touch. His hand slides around to the back of your thigh, pulling you closer to slot your pelvis over his. The moan that slips through your lips when you feel the bulge pressing up through your panties is completely involuntary and causes a twitch beneath you. Was this why he’s been so hesitant to touch you all night? If only you’d realized before. His mouth opening under you and his tongue pressing against yours ceases your brain from thinking much further.  

You move your hands from the chair back to his face to slide and cup his jaw, allowing yourself to put your full weight onto his lap with a roll of your hips. He releases your wig and both of his hands glide over your ass, giving a small, discreet tug on the hem of your skirt to prevent it from riding up enough to give everyone here an eyeful. His fingers curl over the edge of the fabric and when you feel fingertips brush over the crease underneath your cheeks, you know the maneuver was not without a selfish motive.  

One of your hands starts to melt down from his jaw to his neck and then slinks down further to his chest. And further still to his belly. And further still to his waistband. The rattle of his belt jolts him out of his daze and instantly, his hand shoots back between you to stop your motions as he pulls back from the heated kiss.  

Your surroundings slowly bleed back into your consciousness and you voluntarily, although reluctantly, remove your hand from between you. Your breathing is heavier than you realized and there’s a look in Constantine’s eyes that has you wondering if he’s debating pulling you back down one more time. And damn it all if you didn’t want him to do just that. But the look is fleeting and he clearly decides against it as he gives your waist a push to back you off his lap. 

You make quick adjustments of your clothes and your wig, hoping no one happened to notice anything awry. Getting to your feet, you spin around and quickly down the rest of your drink, a harsh mix of needing alcohol, quenching a sudden thirst, and finding something to do quickly flooding you.  

“I’m going to go… freshen up.” Your voice is dry despite the beer you finished off and you don’t even spare Constantine a look over your shoulder before whisking yourself away to the restroom, skin still tingling and stomach flipping around inside of you so much that you feel the slightest bit dizzy.  

You make it quick; splash a little water on your face and smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes before making your way back out. You don’t make it very far, rounding a corner and nearly running into Constantine’s chest. The freshness that the cool water had given your face is washed away instantly with a blush. 

“Time to go,” he says simply, his face filled with a composure he apparently stole from you, reversing how you had been when you walked into the bar. Your only response is a furrowed brow as you step back, needing to keep some space between your bodies. Had the kiss not worked? Really? It sure as hell worked on you. “Our guy hasn’t made himself known, but a whole bunch of people from Midnight’s just walked in so our cover is useless.” 

“Shit,” you hiss, shifting right back into work mode. “Alright, let’s slip out the back door.” You want to be pissed. The whole night is blown and you got nothing from it, wasting money and time. And yet, you’re still too preoccupied to be anything but a little relieved.  

Constantine follows you down the back hall and towards the back exit into an alleyway. He’s silent behind you, but you can practically feel him on your heels and you resist the nervous urge to pull at your skirt; an urge you can’t help but notice you haven’t felt all night until now. When you open the back door, you take a look over your shoulder and catch his eyes lingering on your ass. His eyes flash to yours with a smirk on his lips and you can’t help but laugh as he follows you into the alley. Such a small thing throws your nerves out the door and you fall back into your regular selves.  

Your heels click and splash on the wet pavement as you make your way back to the car parked in a garage around the block. Constantine walks besides you once you reach the sidewalk and keeps a respectable distance between you. As is normal for him, he’s quiet, his eyes watching the street. 

“So,” you break the silence, a little courage creeping into you. “Are we going to talk about that kiss in there?” You watch his face for a reaction, but all you get is a small clench of his jaw and his eyes squinting just a hair. 

“No,” he answers curtly. It wasn’t anything less than you expected so you simply nod. You wait another minute or so, until you’re inside the parking garage before asking your next question. 

“Are you going to do it again?” You watch as his lips press together tightly, something he does when he’s holding something back. For a moment you think maybe he’s not going to answer. Then, with his eyes still purposely looking away from you, he lets the smile come through. 

“Maybe,” he says plainly.  

You chuckle at him as you both start to climb into the car. You don’t need any further conversation than that for the moment, but you do spend the car ride wondering if you can convince him to continue to play lovers when checking into your motel room for the night. For authenticity, obviously. 

[dumbchickwrites]

office affairs -- part 2

Pairing: CEO!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam is the CEO of the Red Wing PR agency where Reader has been working for the past two years. Problem is, they both think one hates the other. However, when their friends set them up on a blind date, they’ll realise that it was all a big misunderstanding.

Words: 900-ish. Keeping this one short and sweet.

Warnings: language.

A/N: This series is part of @marvelmaree’s birthday challenge. The masterlist can be found on my blog. Enjoy!

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The next couple of days are spent harassing Natasha, Maria and your sister for the smallest clue they can give you. It’s not that you’re nervous, you’re just curious – it’s in your nature. You’ve always been the curious kid who would fire questions after questions at teachers and the student who would spend nights doing research.

Of course, they don’t want to say anything.

By Friday morning, your frustration is at its peak. You can’t even focus on work properly because your mind is filled with endless “what if” questions.

What if he’s shorter than me? What if he doesn’t like Beyoncé? What if he doesn’t like dogs? What if he wears really heavy cologne? I’ll probably just faint. What if he likes to drink hot dog water? Okay but what if he doesn’t like Beyoncé though?

You shake the thoughts out of your head and push yourself away from your desk.

You need a cup of tea.

Yeah. Tea sounds good. It will calm your nerves.

Shutting your laptop, you head out of your office in direction of the large kitchen space on your floor. It’s the largest in the office, with its walls made out of glass. It’s full of plants and flowers, but not enough to make it overwhelming. The lingering smell of coffee welcomes you as you step in, making a beeline for one of the electric kettles set on the counter.

You take your time while making your cup of tea. After all, it’s to calm you down. So you waltz around the kitchen like it’s your own, humming one of the songs from The Princess and The Frog.

Your little bubble bursts when you notice it, and you stop moving.

There’s no more jasmine teabags in the teabag drawer. You open the cabinet underneath, but there’s no box either. You feel your jaw and shoulders tense up again. Damnit. You were really looking forward to that cup of tea.

“I’m sure it was Rumlow,” you mutter to yourself. “Dumb ass always hiding my st—”

“What did Rumlow do?”

Startled by the other voice, you straighten your get on your feet as fast as you can. Or at least you try. Your forehead hits the metal handle of the teabag drawer that apparently, you didn’t close properly. A slow exhale leaves your lips as you keep yourself from yelping, your fingers move on their own, checking your forehead for blood. Luckily, you avoided that.

“Are you all right?”

You finally look at the owner of the voice and—motherfucker on a pickle, it’s Mr. Wilson.

“Yes, I just—I’ll be okay, nothing too serious,” you try to smile but you’re pretty sure it comes out as a grimace.

“Are you sure?” he frowns.

You nod and duck your head, pretending to decide which kind of tea you’ll get, just to avoid his gaze and hide the embarrassment that washes over you, hot like boiling water. This is the second time this week. It’s official, to him, you’re just some kind of clumsy dumbass. How is it that you manage to embarrass yourself almost every time you interact with him, for God’s sake?

“If you’re looking for the jasmine tea, I just bought a new box.”

That’s when you realise that one, you’ve been staring at this damn drawer for way too long and two, he’s holding a grocery bag. He fishes the box from the bag and sets it on the counter, not too far from your hand.

You look at the pink packaging, then him. Your mouth suddenly goes dry.

Sam Wilson may be your boss, and he may not like you, but you can’t deny that he is one of the most handsome men you’ve met in your life. He always looks elegant and jaw-droppingly sexy, no matter what he’s wearing or the circumstances. Today’s look is a tan suit with a white button-up shirt with small hand drawn like black shapes all over it and no tie.

He looks good.

“I used the last teabag, so it only felt natural to buy a new box.”

Huh? Oh yes! Tea! Yes, he was talking about tea.

“Oh, thank you,” you say, not even attempting to smile this time.

The kettle stopped itself a couple of minutes ago, so you turn it on again. You like your water extremely hot. Kind of like your boss. Wait—no.

“So you like jasmine tea?” your voice sounds foreign.

So you like jasmine tea? That’s your attempt at making conversation with your boss? Goodness gracious. You lightly shake your head at your apparent lack of social skills. Tonight’s dinner is going to be interesting, that’s for sure.

“Uh, yeah. Especially at the end of the day. It helps me relax,” he says, hands in his pockets.

“Same here,” you smile. It’s a tight-lipped one, but at least it’s a real smile.

“Would you like a cup?” you offer when the kettle dings, signalling that the water is ready.

“Sure.”

You grab a random mug from the cupboard, put a teabag in it and pour the water inside then do the same with your own.

He thanks you when you hand him his mug and you leave without another word, afraid you’ll only embarrass yourself more if you spend one more second in that stupid kitchen.

Once you’re back in the safety and privacy of your own office, blinds drawn over the walls, your allow yourself to breathe for a moment and empty your mind.

Maybe it was an embarrassing encounter, but at least it helped you forget about the date for a few moments.

[wthcew]

The Soulmates Who Aren't Soulmates

Chapter 9

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This chapter is a bit longer than the others hope you will like it 🙃

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Hot air was against his skin and his hands were pulled in an uncomfortable way, except for that Tim could feel anything. His tongue was heavy in his mouth and all he could taste was iron and he couldn't feel his legs. His head hurt and he was struggling against the drugs in his body. He was fighting to open his eyes but they felt like they wegihed at least a millions tons at the moment.

He tried to make his eyes open by thinking about awful things but it didn't helped, the opposite actully, every thought that run in his mind made his eyes screw more. So he let himself relax. It was hard but he has to, it could be the thing that will make his eyes open so he would be able to look at his sourrondering.

And that's what he did for the next 15 minutes. His head hurt less and he started to feel his legs again but his hands still were in an uncomfortable and he still tasted only iron in his mouth and then he found out that his sense of smell didn't exactly worked and now it dose.And that was what made his eyes open wide and he almost puked.

The strong, disgusting smell of pee made him open his eyes and almost empty everything in his stomach.

He tried to breathe only from his mouth while he looked around.

Everything was dark so Tim waited until his eyes Get used to the darkness and when they did he was in some kind of basement, he still had his suite on, his hands were tie above his head and he was on a ruined mattress. Next to him was a sleeping guy with brown hair and he was in a suite.

'It's Shawn Stefan.' said the voice in his mind. And made Tim think about what the hell happened.

He remmbers the meeting. It went kind of well, Shawn was diffrent from his father, he knew that: "No" dosen't mean: "Yes, I will tell you about what we are working on right now in WE even if that's secret right now." Which is a really nice thing.

So they talked a bit and when they were about to leave... That's when everything start to get fogging in his mind but he could guess what happend: They got drugged and kidnapped.

And the kidnappers were nowhere. At least nowere Tim could see.

He looked up at the ropes around his hands and he knew that he could run away at any second but: 1. He isn't red robin now, he's Tim Drake-Wayne (Even through he dropped the Wayne name long time ago.) and 2. He would have to help Shawn as well. But he can't trust the bats to come for him. And superboy or kid flash can't come to Gotham just to save him. But maybe the bats will come to save Shawn. And then Tim would have to explan how he got himself kidnap and he already heared Damian's voice in his head' Insulting him for getting kidnap, something he didn't even had control on.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breath, wishing it would dim the horrible smell a bit.

He tried to think about everything but his mind always run back to the first time he was kidnapped.

He was seven years old then and his mom was so disappointed in him. Although it took him couple of years to understand that she wasn't upset with the fact that he was kidnapped but by the fact that he let that happen. Which was a horrible thing but he expected that. After all he was what she called: "A rotten child" and he got that. He still think he is rotten, not as much as in his childhood but enough to make his so called family hate him and replace him without thinking about it.

He understood that. He isn't good enough to be one of them. He is the stand in and the replacement and the pretender. They expect from him love but he can't expect it back. He did it once and he can't do it again. It was a really big mistake to think that he would be part of their family.

'Okay brain. Stop that. I need to think about good things' He scolded himself and started think about his friends.

Coffee.

Taking photos.

Dogs and cats.

Memes that's Kon and Bart sending him.

Dick and Jason.

The titans.

Wait. Wait. Dick and Jason? Tim does love them but why the hell did he listed them in the good things? They did a lot of things to hurt him.

'From the other universe dumbass' The voice inside his head said and he agreed. Those guys were really nice and he wishes he could see them one more time.

Stuck inside his mind, running memories and good things that happened to him in his life, madw Tim slowly drift to sleep.

He was sitting on the top of a building he didn't recognize.

The sun was right in the middle of the sky even though they were in a black-blue shade. The wind waved his hair away from his face and made it fly wildly over his scalp.

Next to him was his thermos, full with hot coffee. He smiled as he took a long sip and hummed with the sudden song that filled his head, Tim closed his eyes and breathe in the fresh air.

Suddenly he was thrown from the roof, the headphones ripped off of his ears and the sun desperate and he was absorbed in the black-blue shade of the sky.

Suddenly he was in front of Dick, who smiled at him a cold smile.

The darkness and silence surrendered them as they looked at each other.

"Why are you here?" Dick asked and his voice was even more cold than his smile.

"I fell from that building and-"

"No," Dick stopped him and raised a hand to stop Tim from talking. "What are you doing in Gotham?" And now Tim saw that the darkness was Gotham.

"What do you mean what am I doing in Gotham? I live here."

"I thought we talked about that Tim. We don't want you here."

Tim heart beat faster and faster as Dick kept talking: "We left you alone because you're rotten"

"Dick I promise to try harder please don't leave me alone" Tim hates it. Once again people can't stand him because of his rottenness. Because he's horrible person who can't help anyone. He looked up at Dick and then he noticed that they were in the cave. Dick was wearing the bat suite and the memory of Damian in Tim's suite was so bright in his mind. And Dick was trying to abandoned him.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me" he said and he could feel the cold hold of the betrayal griping at his heart.

"Tim you need help," Dick said from under the mask, his voice still cold. "I will send you to Arkham and you would be fixed"

"Dick you don't even listening to yourself! I'm not broken there's nothing to fix! I just want to understand why you lied!"

"Because you're rotten Tim! No one will ever wants to stay with you! Not when we have Damian and Jason. You're not part of the family. We don't want you and your rottenness!"

Dick said 'The family' but Tim was sure he meant 'My family' because Tim isn't part of them. He never was. And he understands that, he doesn't wants to be himself and he doesn't want this rottenness.

And then Dick turned around and left Tim to himself. Alone. Trying so hard to stop the tears from spilling out.

And he falls again. All the air in his lungs stolen with a silence scream that fell from his mouth. Air that he needs so badly right now that he finds himself drowning.

He can't move fast enough ant it seems like the water trying to hold him in place -like ropes- and he can't recognize what's up and what's down.

What if he will find his end here? What if he won't see his friends again?

No. He can let that happen. That why he tried to swim to somewhere, and he realizes it was down when a body hit him and carry him all the way up. To safety.

When they broke the water line all the water disappeared and Tim rolled over to his side, spitting water and coughing, his whole body shaking with it.

When he got a grip on his breath he started to stand, his legs and hands and basically all his body shaking from the cold wind that suddenly came, and his eyes met with blue-green eyes. Jason.

"I should've left you there to drown," Jason rough voice greeted him. "Just because you came back to Gotham. We told you a thousand times we don't want you here replacement. For all we care you can die"

But Jason just saved him. Jason saved his life just couple of minutes ago, that sure means that he dose care if Tim dies or not. That also why he let himself talk:

"But-"

"I just saved you because I myself was drowning. I never would have do it by choice. If you ask me when I shoved a batarang into your chest I should have shoved it a few more inches, and I wouldn't be worrying about you fucking everything up with yours rottenness" Jason interrupted him with a harsh truth.

One that made Tim's heart broke a bit before Jason's form melted away. Leaving Tim looking with shock at the spot he was in just seconds ago

"Drake" Damian's voice was strong in the silence and the darkness that once again surrendered Tim.

"You Imbecil," Damian walked throughout the darkness and was now right in front of Tim. "what are you doing here?" His voice was full of hate

"I know, I know I'm not supposed to be here" He dosen't exactly knows why all of them coming to tell him that but he doesn't really care of what Damian have to say, the kid never wanted him around. No matters the fact that he really wanted a little brother.

"Than what are you doing here?" Damian's voice cut through his thoughts "I have no idea" He answered and looked at the boy. And just wait- Where did that katana came from?

"You aren't supposed to be here" He insistent, the katana in his hand was now the only source light in the darkness. And that did nothing to help Tim.

"I know but I can't get out of here" Tim did tried his best not to scream, not to let the frustration get to him but everyone have a red line.

"Then perhaps," Damian's voice was cold, emotional less. "I should help you with that, before you infect other people with yours rottenness"

And there was a 'woosh' sound and a light that moved so fast that the human eye could barely sew before Damian disappeared and Tim fell on his knees, his hands tigh against his belly and his vision goes white with pain as he realized that Damian just stabbed him.

The realization that he was just stabbed by someone who was supposed to be his brother wasn't so knew for him. After all Tim would need more than four hands for counting how many scars his so called family gave him.

And yet here he is, in the darkness, all by himself, trying to keep pressure on the stab wound. Like he never learned a shit that was marked in glowing fucking yellow.

"Tim?" It was Bruce. His eyes were closed and he was suffering from pain but he knows it's Bruce.

"Please Bruce, help me" He have to take the chance. He have to know if there is at least one person that like him at least 0.01%

And apparently there's no one.

"No," Bruce's voice is hard and cold at the same time.

And of course it would be a 'No' who wants to help the rotten child? No one, that's who. Everyone afraid of getting infected by the rottenness.

"You disappointed me," And ouch. Tim really tried not to and yet he always manage to do it. "You came here. Because of you my family my be infected with your rottenness"

*he tears roled down his face because at least Dick tried not to remind Tim of what he could have had if he wasn't rotten.

Bruce started to go away. Taking with him any help that Tim could have had.

And now he was alone again. In the big empty house.

All by himself. Again. Waiting for people who aren't going to come. Apart from the fact that this time he would die.

"Tim!" Someone said, probably someone else that would leave hin alone. "Tim!"

"Tim!" He waked up while Shawn tried to reach out to him.

"What?" Tim said with sleepy voice before he remembered where they are.

"Thanks God! You're fine!" Shawn's cheerful voice was full with relive. And almost made Tim forget about the dream he had. Almost.

Dry lines on his cheeks informed him that he probably cried in his sleep. Which was.. Embarrassing.

He focused on Shawn's face and tried once again to avoid the horrible smell of pee.

"Where are we?" He tried to make his voice terrified and Shawn seems to bought it because his face soften and he smiled a friendly smile at him. "It's will be fine. Don't worry, it happens to me every month, I'm sorry that it happened to you too," his voice was soothing and his friendly smile was still on his face.

"What do you mean it happens to you every month?"

"Oh umm.. My big brother didn't get the family company so every month he kidnaping me just to remind me thag he control everything. But don't worry, he leaves me alone and then I just free myself and go to my way. So you don't need to worry about it, I will get us out of here"

"Okay, I trust you but why aren't you going to the police? They're supposed to help"

The man smiled at him, his green eyes shining "Because he is my brother. Even if he doesn't think about me that way. I love him and I don't want him to get in troubles with the police"

Tim get that. He really does.

"Family drama" he muttered and Shawn smiled widely at him, "Yeah. Family drama."

After a couple of minutes, that Shawn struggled with the ropes (Tim hate thw fact that he isn't supposed to know how to get out of this), Shawn managed to get out of the ropes and went to free Tim.

When his hands were free Tim thanked Shawn and Shawn ruffled his hair with lots of affection.

"Listen, I know it probably sound wird and all but can tou not go to the police? It still my brother after all and I'm worried about him. Plus if you need someone to talk with you can call me. I have your email so I will send you my number. Okay?"

Shawn smiled once again at Tim's node and said "I really hope we will be friends. Without sounding creep and all, you just seems really nice and friendly"

"Yeah me too" Tim said even though he knows he is rotten and he will probably ruin Shawn. But Shawn's smile warmed his heart and he is really nice. Plus Tim really wanted a friend in Gotham. If what happened in his dream will happen in reality at least he would have someone here.

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"We don't need your help" Bart said again. Hoping that this time the bats would understand.

"Tim is a bat-"

"No." Kon interrupted Dick in the middle of the sentence "Tim isn't a bat, he wasn't one so long and none of you had a problem with that. So don't you dare say that. Tim isn't a bat, he's a titan"

"Yea, he's our robin" Bart added just because he saw the ruined look that was now on Dick's face on Tim's too many times. And it was because of Dick (Well more because of all the bats but Bart really dosen't like Dick for hurting Tim more than anyone else has).

"Don't say it. Timbo is part of us and the titans. You can be both" Jason almost screamed. Tim's friends came to his and Dick's home and demanded to know what happened to Tim because baby bird was missing two days and none of them knew where were his safehouses in Gotham. Which was also his and Dick's problem. And the teens refuse to tell them why was Tim in Gotham (After Jason asked it he cursed himself for asking it. It was baby bird's city too.) or to take any help.

Those stubborn assess told them to go to hell while they would find their robin and then they would take him home and no. Apparently home isn't Gotham.

And it makes his blood boil with anger because yes. Gotham is home to any bat. No matters ehat others say, and now Timbo isn't a bat but a titan.

"Bart" Kon said suddenly. Stopping Bart from saying another horrible but probably right thing about how much the bats suck.

The speedster was next to him and the super whispered something in his ear, making the others eyes wide and with a single nod they both werw gone.

"They have information about Tim" Dick said, his voice was steady but the moment Jason looked him in the eyes he saw how much Dick suffer from this, and he understands this. He wants to hug baby bird right now. Keep him between him and Dick and just hug them both.

Jason wants to atone for his attempts to murder Tim, he wants to ask for forgiveness about everything that he ever did wrong to the precious teen.

He wants to scream because he was sure the clone and the speedster just went to grab Tim and disappear with him.

Without even realising it he was warping his hands around Dick and hugging him. Dick buried his face in the socket between Jason's neck and shoulder, he let out a shuddered breath as Jason's hands moved in soothing circles on his back.

After a couple of minutes Dick pulled away, as much as it hurt him. And he just looked at Jason and "I have something super important to tell you but I'm kind of scared about how you would react"

"You're braking up with me?"

"No. Hell no. I love you so much, and I want you to know it because I have thought about this for so long and I'm pretty sure about that"

Jason was really siruos now, even though he smiled and kissed Dick's hand, muttering "I love you too" into the skin, making Dick smile.

"I-oh God how am I supposed to say that?"

"Dickie just say it"

"Okay, okay." Dick breath in and then whispered fast "I'm pretty sure I love Tim too. The same way I love you."

Jason froze. He wants to yell "What the bloody fuck" but instead his heart started to do flips. He was sure that Dick didn't thought about Tim the same way he did. He was one hundred percent sure at that. But.. if he dose love him..

Dick heart skipped a beat. What if he did the wrong thing? What if Jason would break up with him because of it? What if Jason would hurt Tim because of that? He forced himself to shut those thoughts down.

"Jay? You good?" Dick voice was panicking "Yeah. I'm good big wing." He saw Dick relax a bit and then "You don't need to worry, I'm pretty sure Tim hates me anyway and there's no way I'm going to cheat on you. Nope. I just wanted you to know so.."

"Dick"

"Yes?"

"What if I told you that I feel the same way? About you and Tim I mean"

Dick screams. Jason never thought he would hear someone scream from happiness. But here he is.

"So you with me on that right?"

"Yeah, of course"

And Dick pulled him in for a deep, breath taking kiss. Just in time for a motherfucking blue light to lit on them and then there's othee them again and Damian (with a big scar on his left chick that somehow made him look older but something in his face told Jason that he was younger than their Dami) in their bloody living room.

"What the bloody fucking hell?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth"

"Hey other me! Hey other Jay!" Other Dick smiled and waved them and other Jason crossed his hands on his chest "We are here for Timmy. You know where he is?"

Dick (This universe Dick) shaked his head to signal no and this strange version of Damian let out a "Tt" while rolling his eyes.

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"We don't need your help" Bart said again. Hoping that this time the bats would understand.

"Tim is a bat-"

"No." Kon interrupted Dick in the middle of the sentence "Tim isn't a bat, he wasn't one so long and none of you had a problem with that. So don't you dare say that. Tim isn't a bat, he's a titan"

"Yea, he's our robin" Bart added just because he saw the ruined look that was now on Dick's face on Tim's too many times. And it was because of Dick (Well more because of all the bats but Bart really dosen't like Dick for hurting Tim more than anyone else has).

"Don't say it. Timbo is part of us and the titans. You can be both" Jason said with an inpatient tone. But Kon didn't even listened to him. Thehy came to this house just to know what happened to Tim because he was missing two days and they didn't knew where were his safehouses in Gotham. And so dose nightwing and red hood. And no matter how many times the bats asked, he and Bart refuse to tell why was Tim in Gotham (Seriously, no matter how much they hated the fact that their robin came back to this stupid city that he knows he doesn't have safe net in, hood is an idiot for asking it because it's red's city too.) or to take any help.

And Bart told them to go to hell while they would find their robin and then they would take him home and no. Home isn't Gotham.

But right now Kon ignores their voices and any other sound and now suddenly he hears Tim's voice. Loud and clear. Calling him.

"Bart" he said when he got the location of Tim. Stopping Bart from saying another jard truth of how horrible the bats are. And in less than second his best friend was next to him and he whispered the location in his ear, making the others eyes wide and with a single nod they both werw gone.

They found their's fearless leader sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, still in his suite. His hair was flying in waves from the wind and he looked up and smiled at them. "Sorry for worrying you. I didn't wanted to be kidnapped"

Kon and Bart talked at the same time with worried and a bit of annoyed tones:

"Are you serious right now?"

"What the hell happened?"

"Family drama. But not mine I just kind of got in the middle of it but on the bright side, I have a new friend"

Kon blinked. Once. Twice.

"Okay.." Bart said, fake coughing to hide the curious in his voice. "So we going home now" Bart looked in Kon's eyes that screamed 'NO' but he still opened his mouth "Andwemaybetoldthebatsthatyouaren'tabatanymore"

"What?!"

"We'll tell you in the tower."

And they were gone in seconds, Bart running to the tower and Kon carrying Tim like a princess and flying to the tower.

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Laying on hia back, with one hand supports his head he watched on nothing. Letting his mind run and his vision goes blurry.

Damian isn't really sure what to even think. He threatend Drake because of his bad behaviour and attitude to father only to find something that he never thought would have happen. To none of his family.

He may be keeping it to himself but he dose respect Drake. And even like his presence. Sometimes.

He can admit that Drake isn't as horrible as he thought. After all he brought father back.

And he can feel a burning fire inside of him. Looking at the celling in his bedroom. He likes it here. He likes to be in Gotham, by his father's side.

He understands a lot more things about himself now. He have friends and family.. So why does it feel like everything crushing down?

He runs his hand through Alfred the cat's fur again and his chest warm at the sound of the purr the cat let out.

He wants to know why is it so important to him about Drake's missing spleen.

He does enjoy Drake presence sometimes and he does respect him. But he doesn't get what all of this about. What dose the itching feeling in his heart means or why did he search everything about spleen less.

Why does he got so worried when he heard that Drake is missing and why he searched evry part of the city before father send him home. Another reason to hate the test he have tomorrow.

So that's why now he was laying on his bed, looking at the cell with Alfred the cat resting on his chest. And just.. Thinking.

What if he Drake dies?

What if he already dead?

What if he hates Damian?

What if.. What if Damian wants Timothy to see him as a brother and not a threat.

Damian isn't a fool, he knows he fucked it up when he first met Timothy. When Timothy greeted him and he took it us weakness. He knows now that it wasn't, of course, but Timothy was a threat against Damian place in the family back then, at least in Damian's head.

Now he's sure of his place in the family, and he can also see the hole in the shape of Timothy Drake in their family, a hole that they all choose to ignore by thinking that things are fine. But how dose they could even think that? Why did they thought that even though everything that they did, even though they all wronged Timothy, they still thought everything is fine?

Of course, he never doubted that he had a hand in the situation. But he knows that he is willing to make things right. With the hope that Timothy is willing to accept this.

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Tim laughed quietly while he watched Kon and Bart arguing for the fifth time since they got to the tower. And like all of the previous arguments they had this one was also on stupid TV shows.

He wasn't sure why they kept argument but it kept his mind from thinking about the nightmare.

He may have forgot to mention that when they told each other what happened. (He still was shocked that he and Shown were seated for two fucking days!!)

"Oh Tim I totally forgot!" Bart was behind him in less than second, squeezing his shoulders before he ran away again.

"What?" Was all he could say before Bart was back, back to Tim. Clearly holding something in his hands.

"Oh right!" Kon said, happiness filling his voice.

"All the other things are in your house in Gotham and she have things here too" Bart said, it was clearly to Tim that he wanted to talk fast but slowed himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're birthday past and we didn't had the time to give you your present!"

Oh. Tim actually hoped that they forgot about that.

"Just so you know, even if the rest are on mission right now it's from all of the titans" And with this words Bart turned around and Tim gasped with surprise.

Bart hold a tiny dog. The dog's fur was black and beautiful.

("Mother" said a seven years old him, smile that he couldn't fought was on his face. "Can I please have a dog? Please please please please-"

"Timothy stop it. Dogs are horrible and you won't have one as long as I breathe.)

"Tim?" They asked at the same time. And then Tim throw his hands around them both.

"Thank you so, so much" He said and the stopped fighting the stupid smile and just let it be.

"Kon I think we nailed it"

"So," Kon said when they pulled away and gave him the dog "How are you going name her?"

He looked at her face and then said "Pelea."

"And what dose this amazing name means?"

"It's wonder in Hebrew"

“Fitting.”

[jj-lynn21]

Roman & his Princess Valentine’s Day ch 4

Warning: fluff, angst, slight smuttiness

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch5

When Roman wakes you are working on clasping the choker around your neck. He rushes over to stand behind you.

He clasps it for you. “There you go My Princess. Its not to tight is it?” He puts his hands on your shoulders.

You put your right hand on his hand on your left shoulder. “Its perfect Roman.” You smile up at him. “You better get dressed. Don’t we have to pick up Letha and Peter soon?”

Roman looks at his Patek Philippe watch he paid 25 million for. “Yeah, I guess I can’t show up there naked. He grabs a red silk shirt from the closet and comes over to see if it matches your dress good enough. “This will do, don’t you think?  I have a matching tie and my black dress pants and black suit jacket.”

“You always dress great Roman,” you reassure him. “That outfit will be perfect.”

You both finish getting ready. Then you take off to pick up your friends. As Peter and Letha walk out Roman gets out of the white SUV.  Although the dress looks very similar to yours Roman doesn’t like how his cousin looks with her hair up revealing her neckline so freely.

“That fuck me dress isn’t something you should be wearing cousin.” Roman chastises. “The pale pink. Your neck is completely fucking exposed like your trying to be vampire bate or something.”

She laughs at Roman, “Well than I’m glad there is no such thing.” She opens the back door to get inside.

Roman shuts the car door. Then he puts his hand on Peter’s chest. “We need to talk.”

“What, to pent up to party. You actually didn’t get her anything for Valentine’s day and she is pissed at you so your all worked up and what to take it out on me?” Peter smirked.

“Actually, I filled the whole house with roses to lay her down in each and every room and played that stupid Bon Jovi song to go along with it.” Roman spit. “What did you do?”

Peter smiled, “A single rose I found in someone’s garden and a poem I write myself. She ate that shit up. Now would you like to explain why we are standing out here in the cold?”

“What do you know about Club Vee?” Roman prodded, “You ever been close enough to like smell it?”

“Why would I need to smell the outside of a club, Roman?” Peter was annoyed by Roman’s questions and cold from the February frost. “Spit it out. What do you know about this place being part owner and all?”

“The people that run it are kind of like me,” he said. “You and Letha are welcome of course as everyone is welcome but you need to leave before 4am.”

“Are you fucking with me?” He chuckles. “Great joke. Now let’s get in the car.”

Roman looks at Peter Seriously, “I’m not joking. You will realize as soon as we step inside that club, everything I tell is true.”

“So, what if they are like you?” He jokingly says, “What happens at 4am? Do they eat everyone there?”

Roman stares at him, “They drink from everyone. Heal them. And wipe their memory other than the people had a great time.”

“I never knew you could heal people.” Peter said. “Why would you never tell me that?”

“I can’t heal people dumbass.” Roman smirked, “This Aklat Alnaas can. They have rules and a big one is never to kill people. Princess and I are going to stay until dawn, but you and Letha need to leave before 4am. You get it?”

Peter cracks his neck, “Yeah, I get it better than you know. I have been to their Castle near Las Vegas. I know what’s up now. You sure you want to, you know, drink there?”

“I am absolutely positive.” Roman walks to the driver’s side of the SUV to get in as Peter gets in the back with Letha.

It’s a short drive to the edge of the town line to get to Club Vee. The four of them get out and start walking up to the door. A line of people stretches around the building.

“Are we even going to get into this place tonight?” Letha asks.

Roman goes straight up to the bouncer and just nods a hello. The bouncer nods back. He let’s them pass and two more large males open the doors to the place.

“I guess when you’re with Roman Godfrey you never wait,” Peter remarks to Letha having to speak a little loud because the pulsing club mix of Animals by Maroon 5.

They both laugh as the four drop their coats in a coat check room. The place is wall to wall packed with lots of humans, some Upir and Aklat Alnaas. Peter is the only one of his kind and he can smell danger as the nonhumans look at him. Some seem fascinated. Others repulsed. All wondering if he will stick around for them to possibly taste later. He wraps his arm around Letha, pulling her closer. She turns to start to dance more on him than with him.

 Cream by Prince starts playing and you grab Roman pulling him out closer to Peter and Letha to dance. He rests his hands on your waist grinning at you. You grind your hips into his.

Roman leans down in your ear, “Watch what you’re doing to me out here. I don’t want to have to drag you into the bathroom so soon in the evening.”

Looking at him innocently, “Oh, it’s a bad idea for me to move like this? So, what if I just turn around?”

You turn around and slink your body down his. Then back up slowly. He moves his hand over your breasts cupping each for a squeeze before moving one hand down your dress rubbing circles right in front. His other hand clenches around your neck forcing you to look at him.

“You going to play dirty little whore for Daddy tonight?” Roman growls in your ear.

You attempt to say, yes, but no sound comes out due to the way he is holding you. His lips lick and suck at your neck before nibbling at your ear as he sways your body with his.  

“Now, we are going to go to bar for drinks.” He commended.

[bipolarweeb]

Maneki Neko

A/N: So tumblr did something weird when I tried to post this the first time about a month ago. Basically the whole story got erased and it was just the title floating around on a text post. So we’re gonna try this again!

Also SPOILERS so don’t read further if you don’t want things to be SPOILED

Rating: G | Words: ~1,500 | Pairing: Kyo x Tohru

AO3 | FF.net

Summary: Somewhere in the room, he can hear Shigure and Ayame trying to stifle their laughter. “Cat got your tongue, Kyo?”

If you would like to support me, I have a Ko-fi!

Another SPOILER note: This takes place after the curse is broken

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“This is so stupid,” Kyo grumbles to himself, trying to loosen the black tie that’s currently strangling him.

A black suit jacket lays on the couch, and Kyo stares at it with contempt as he resists the urge rip the tie from his neck.

“You won’t be saying that when you see her!” Shigure practically sings.

He glares at his cousin. “When did you get the chance to see her during all of this?”

“Oh, I went to sneak a peek while you were getting dressed,” Shigure winks. “Aya is doing an amazing job.”

“She doesn’t need that snake to look good,” Kyo mutters, still messing with the tie.

“What did you say, Kyo?” Shigure walks over to him.

"Nothing.”

“Mm, of course not,” Shigure tuts before swatting Kyo’s hands out of the way and fixing the tie himself.

When Shigure finishes, he proceeds to straighten out Kyo’s rumpled collar. “You’d think you’d never done this before.”

Kyo steps out of Shigure’s reach, running his fingers over his collar before crossing his arms. Shigure sends an unapproving glance toward his rolled up sleeves “I haven’t done this before, you idiot. You know that.”

“Ah, yes. And how lucky you are, to be able to go to a dance with Tohru. How I wish I could’ve gone to a dance with a beautiful young lady when I was your age.”

Kyo furrows his eyebrows at Shigure’s dramatic yet somehow genuinely wistful tone.

Of course. The curse. Shigure never would’ve been able to do something like this while he was a teenager. Getting that close to a girl, dancing and having a good time in such a way, would’ve spelled disaster for him and the family.

Kyo huffs, not willing to admit he may have a good point; he doesn’t need Shigure attempting to teach him some kind of life lesson while he anxiously waits for Tohru to finish getting ready. He doesn’t need the extra stress.

“Really, Kyo,” Shigure says softly, reaching out to put a familial hand on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t complain about going to a dance with Tohru. You have no idea how lucky you are a girl like her loves you.”

Kyo shoots his cousin a glare and Shigure drops his hand. “I know I’m lucky. I thank God for her everyday,” he looks down and begins rolling down the sleeves of his white button up. “You should know that by now too.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go to a dance with Tohru. Any time he gets to spend with her is time he will always cherish. It’s more like he wishes he didn’t have to wear an uncomfortable monkey suit for the occasion. He doesn’t understand why they couldn’t show up in sweats and have a grand old time.

But, he sucked it up and put on a suit because she had been so excited when she told him the school was hosting a formal. And of course he was helpless to say no to her, with her big, pleading, brown eyes.

They ended up asking Yuki and Machi if they wanted to join them, and so became the only double date Kyo would ever willingly agree to go on.

“Just as long as you know,” Shigure nods at his younger cousin. At the same moment Ayame makes his way into the room, and Kyo immediately tenses.

“Oh Kyo,” Ayame begins dramatically, bringing a hand up to shade his face. “I’ve done it. My magnum opus. I knew the dress I made for her would be beautiful, but dear, I underestimated how beautiful it would be on her. Absolutely stunning.”

Normally Ayame’s antics would make Kyo roll his eyes, but listening to him now only makes him want to high-tail it out of there.

The thought of seeing Tohru isn't what makes him nervous—okay maybe a little—but he already knows how beautiful she is, and the thought that she is causing such an uproar in his two cousins makes him antsy. He knows he’ll feel so unworthy of her... something he reminds himself of every day.

He stands stick straight, anxiously wringing his hands behind his back.

He hears the clack of her shoes before he sees her, and briefly wonders what Ayame was thinking putting her in heels; he prays the shoes he gave her are not too high. The last thing he wants is for her to fall and break something tonight.

When she makes her way through the threshold of the room, Kyo can feel the breath leave his lungs and his heart begin to pound.

His immediate thought is that she looks like an angel. Her hair flows down her back, with no ties or bows restraining it. The dress she wears is a smooth, white material that gathers at the waist before flowing out to her knees. The sleeves are made of a delicate lace, covering her shoulders and reaching all the way to her wrists. The v-shape of the neck is modest enough not to be risque, but still dips enough to make Kyo blush, which, he admits, isn't hard to do when it comes to her.

Glancing up at her face he takes in her light amount of make-up, which Ayame did a decidedly great job on. Her eyelids are dusted with a light brown, and are lined with a delicate black wing, both of which make her eyes seem even bigger and all the more mesmerizing. He quickly glances down to her glossy lips, which he finds he can't stare at for too long, knowing all he'll want to do is kiss her.

He's not sure how long he stands just looking at her. He is broken out of his trance when Shigure clears his throat. As he comes back to himself, Kyo finds that his mouth is open, no doubt catching flies, and that his face is incredibly warm.

Idiot, he thinks to himself, as he looks at her. Say something.

"Uh," Great start, dumbass, "You.. um... uh...”

Somewhere in the room, he can hear Shigure and Ayame trying to stifle their laughter.

"Cat got your tongue, Kyo?" he hears Shigure say, followed by Ayame's chuckle.

This snaps him out of it, as he breaks his neck to turn and glare at his cousins. The comment doesn't help the blush Kyo knows he has on his face, but ultimately he ignores the other two as he walks up to Tohru.

"What do you think?" she asks, swaying back and forth a bit to make the skirt of her dress twirl.

He surprises her by tugging her to him. She lets out a soft oomf as she hits his chest, but doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, as he does to her. He lets out an audible sigh of relief, as even now sometimes he wonders if everything has all been a dream; that the Sohma curse is still in place and he still can't embrace the girl he loves. The thought makes him hold her even tighter.

When he finally lets go, he glances around to see Shigure and Ayame have left the room, and he and Tohru are finally alone.

She blinks up at him, confused. Her eyes ask him if he is alright.

He shakes his head at himself before giving her a soft smile and bringing both of his hands to hold hers.

"You look beautiful," he tells her, and leans down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

A rosy pink dusts her cheeks as she giggles. "Thank you, Kyo. And you look quite handsome." She brings a hand up to cup his face and lightly strokes his cheek with her thumb. He feels his eyes drift shut as he leans into her palm.

God, if he could pause this moment and live in it forever he would. He could imagine nothing better than staying like this for the rest of the night, but ultimately knows they have somewhere they need to be.

When he opens his eyes he lightly grabs her hand from his face before pressing his lips lightly to the back of her knuckles.

“We need to go meet Yuki and Machi," she tells him softly.

He takes the hand he's already holding and intertwines their fingers. He takes a deep breath before sighing out, "Yeah..."

Tohru giggles, and he swears it's the best sound he's ever heard. "Come on," she says, tugging him by their connected hands. "Before we're late."

Kyo nods, grabbing his suit jacket before letting her lead him out of the house. He can feel himself smiling as he watches her, completely careless as she tugs him down the stairs.

Later, Kyo will realize he was worried earlier for nothing. He'll realize, perhaps for the first time, in that moment, he wasn't thinking about how unworthy he is of Tohru and her kindness and her love.

Kyo will realize, in that moment, all he was able to think about is how he's one lucky bastard.e

[k4nill]

ROTTMNT Headcannons for a Friend ~ S/O being sick.

Sorry i'm damnnnn late but translating this took a me while hahaha I hope you get better soon dear!!! @turtlestanfirst.

Raph

> Calls you all the fluffiest pet names with that sweet "hey buddy" tone all the time you are sick.

> Rather visit you than having you in quarentene by Donnie on the lair (and also to have some time alone)

> Raph is most likely to pick you up for anything, so forget about being able to walk for a while.

> Tries to cook for you, but it's always the same Raph special Hot Soup™ (ramen noodles with maccaroni and spaguetti pasta, Raph is a high-cab guy) still, is warm as his heart and a delight.

> He understands how tired you must feel so he suggest soft activities (having netflix marathons of movies, a console game, board games, BUT NEVER FUCKING UNO HE WILL CRY IF YOU THROW HIM THAT +4 CARD)

> He's the one who would probably ask you if you wanted him to leave or if you want to be alone, he thinks he's too suffocating. (It is a little, but you know, he cares too much)

> Builts a pillow fortress for you and when entering he says: "you need something, your majesty?" He just treats you like royalty.

> Blast your favorite songs and sings for you in the smoothest jazzy voice. (you know his beautiful deep ass voice)

> Let's say you are so entretained you and Raph forget the time for your meds, still you take em, but like 5 hours late.

> Raph constantly talks about his family and friends. He's the one to bring up deep conversations topics (about him being the leader , not being good enough, concerned by his brothers dumbassery) and you open up as well. Raph is full of emotions and loves to be listened to and he'll do the same for you.

>His eyes become crystalline when you start coughing or when the thermometer marks a mild fever.

> He tries to clean your place. Tries, but most likely to trash it a little bit more... Just a little.

> When you told him you were sick he came rushing, didn't even think of getting sick himself, so, after you recover is most likely you have to take care of him.

> Dumb dumb also didn't tell his family where tf he was, so he made his family a little concerned.

Donnie

> Boy thinks He's Dr. House or some shit like he'll ask you all you symptoms and then he tells you with his dorky "Mr. I know all" smirk that is a rare desease that you can only adquire on the amazon rainforest like... You have a cold.

> Doesn't want to get sick (a waste of time) and definitely don't want anyone on the lair sick cuz they are DRAMATIC AF when they get sick.

> So he suits himself up with those NBC suits and ask you to stay in a (previously prepared) station in the lab, which is basically a sickbed with some comfy futons (that he stole from Leon), with a screen near for your entretainment, and tons of pillows.

> Programs Shelldon so you can have your meds on time or if you need something he can bring it to you.

> You may find a plushie in the station and ask Donnie where he got it and he'll tell you with the most monotone and uninterested tone : "Oh I took it from Leon, it was with the pillows, don't mind it, you can take it home if you want"

> YEAH THE BITCH TOTALLY FOUGHT A CAT FOR IT ON THE FUCKING DUMPSTER AND HE'S SCREAMING INTERNALLY WHEN YOU SAY: "Thanks, it's cute."

> He'll work on some project but high-key is not, he's watching you all the time, like you are watching some dank ass memes and look over to see him and he does that "thing", you know when you pretend you stare at nothing when they catch you staring at someone?

> He' wearing the suit but with any barely improvement of the symptoms he'll take it off and get closer to you cuz he misses being close to you.

> Won't allow you to be just in bed tho, he says activity is important. So he takes you out to dance to your favorite songs and his weeb songs. (Bootyyyshaker9000 entered the game)

> When you are getting ready to go to sleep, he tucks you in, gets his caffeine overdose and in your deep dream state he plugs you in a machine to continue to monitor your sickness.

> Gets sick cuz he's a dummy and took the suit to early, also not enough sleep can lower your defenses.

Leon

>Ok low-key the doctor of the family, (I live for this HC of Leon being a doctor) knows right away you are sick when you come in the lair.

> Also doesn't want you in quarentene (Damn Donnie it's not time to test that gigant quarentine snow globe protocol) so takes you to the "Neon City". (Leon's room is filled with Neon signs of all kinds.)

> Lets you use his bed, no questions and doesn't take a no for an answer. (plus his eye mask)

> In the shelfs they are these plants and miniature zen garden, rubik's cube, some origami stuff, figurines....he shows you how to take care of the plants, solve 3d puzzles, even teaching you origami (Leon is a very zen person, if he doesn't have a break from the meme lord he is he would've snapped a long time ago) and his personal favorite: sewing patches to his gigant bed sheet (he started trimming pieces of fabrics and putting em together, remember they aren't rich but resourceful) just to keep you entretained.

> But board games are next level shit, you don't want to play because Leon is a really bad loser/winner he's dumbass and will always complain.

> You two end up watching compilations of memes and vines for HOURS, until you decide is time to watch a movie, but wait its the fucking 69 movies of Jupiter Jim the only thing in the catalogue.

> But you love to reenact your favorite scenes with him, and maybe, just maybe he would let you be Captain Jim this time.

> We all know Leon is really clumsy, yet he's really gentle and soft when he wants to. He treats you the same as always (quoting shitty vines and hideous oneliners from time to time) but he tries to touch you a lot more and if you think of something it's like he already read you mind and bring you what you wanted or needed. Smooth mofo.

> Leon isn't obsessive when it's something mild (like a cold) he knows is something temporary and just want you to keep you distracted, without feeling suffocated or making you feel you can't do anything.

> But if it was something like a broken bone, beatings in general or you having a relapse in any major illness he would get depressed. He won't be as bright with you or with others, his behaivor would shift from 100 to 1 until you get better.

> In this last scenario, silently cries when people he cares about (that are in this state) are asleep, cuz he can't make them heal faster or make them feel better. His brothers snap, are agressive, are short tempered and anxious when they are in this situation, Leon just shuts down and bottles up his feelings of impotence.

>Also another dummy who gets sick, he's a pain in the ass who thinks he's gonna die soon, but give him all the attention an cuddles and he'll be a good boy.

Mikey

>Stole literally all the comfy items (plushies, futons, shelldon, Raph's hot soup) to give it to you.

> Mikey is not knowledgable in med stuff, so he often ask Leon or Donnie about your sickness but won't credit them lol.

> The entire time wears a classic halloween costume nurse hat and wears a white coat and a fake glasses with a mustache when he wants to be a doctor. (plus: makes his voice a little deeper)

> He says that the lair isn't at all like a hospital but the hospital is made by all the good will people of the personal that want to help others, so he dresses up to make you feel in one. You can't help but enjoy everytime he changes from a nurse to a doctor having their monologues about payday and gossiping about the "other" staff.

Dr. Mikey: "Dr. Saenz just told me that he's firing Barbara because he didn't bought him the right sidedish with his pizza."

Nurse Mikey: "hOW DARES BARBARA DISRESPECT DR. SAENZ ONION RINGS WITH BARBECUE SAUCE"

> And takes the game kinda far.

Dr. Mikey: "yOU INSURANCE DOESN'T COVER THIS!!!"

You: "Ok doctor what about if I make a deposit of hugs in the bank for this?"

Mikey:"O-okay!!!! I'm the bank man now!!! (Totally changed into a bank man just adding a red tie)

> Mikey won't turn down your entretainment, neither his. So he'll paint and let you paint saying is your recovery therapy.

> You would have a lot of fun but sometimes you'll feel a little ashamed to show what you did because honestly Mikey is really good, nontheless he'll will always compliment your art and keeps everysingle piece in storage (even things you think he should throw away).

> Mikey's meds skills are basically laugh therapy.

> While his brothers are calm he kinda panics and pretends everything is okay, until he trips on an imaginary banana peel or drops just one of your pills he snAPS and says he's sorry he's not a good enough nurse/doctor in the verge of tears. (Of course you later reasure him his not.)

> He's just so active but he knows you can cope with him, it's sorta frustraiting to him to lower her normal energy levels.

> Doesn't get sick, surprisingly.

[cards-onthetable]

A little justified complaining to go with your morning coffee

A summary of my thoughts on last week: WHY DOES ANTHONY EVEN EXIST? LET ERIN BE A LAWYER RATHER THAN USING ANTHONY TO TURN ALL HER POTENTIAL LAWYER STORYLINES INTO DETECTIVE STORYLINES.

A not-summary of my thoughts on last night’s episode:

Erin:

Erin prosecuting a doctor who “killed” his own child trying to cure her of a life-threatening disease? 👀👀👀 I’m listening don’t fuck this up.

This scene with the victim’s mom exists, I don’t care about it.

ERIN IS SO RUDE. In what world is it okay for a ~respected professional~ such as herself to make demands of a fellow professional whose service she relies on, and then get frustrated at a totally reasonable answer and storm out? God no wonder Eddie acts like a damn first-day-on-the-job rookie when she walks into Erin’s office. This poor medical examiner lady, ugh.

This is pretty interesting actually. And I have some Opinions about this euthanasia topic but I’ll keep them to myself. But this is a decently interesting ~what’s in the news~ adaption for this show.

Frank:

Who’s this Lenny dude? I vaguely remember him from somewhere but meh, as usual I don’t care about this.

“He can be charged in the court of public opinion!”

“Sometimes we’re blindest to those who’re closest to us”

Spare me all this Sage Wise Wisdom from these lame ass old white dudes yo.

This is going to turn into YET ANOTHER example of Frank getting caught between a rock and a hard place, and coming up with some brilliant solution that keeps everyone reasonably happy (JUST LIKE LAST WEEK’S EPISODE, THERE’S MY OTHER COMMENTARY ON THAT). Snore.

I’m sad Lenny isn’t wearing a bolo tie with his suede blazer.

Danny:

This dead chick has a hella cool tattoo (and a hella cool apartment how do I afford a place like that?)

Is this the same medical examiner who made me all 👀👀👀 last time she showed up? Ugh what happened to those cool vibes? Apparently she’s had one too many drinks with Frank and the Sage Wise Wisdom crew or something because snoooore.

On a serious note, this shit about drugs laced with fentanyl is legit and scary. Last year an old friend of mine OD’d on what he thought was Xanax, but contained 4 times the lethal dose of fentanyl per pill. Be careful yo.

So someone killed this artist with the cool math tattoo to up the value of her art? I’M ACTUALLY INTRIGUED. 👀

“Do yOu hAvE aLmOnD MiLk?” LOL LOOK AT THIS SILLY MILLENIAL HIPPIE ARTIST! 🙄🙄🙄😂

I enjoyed this interrogation scene actually. It’s refreshing to see Danny use ~brains~ to get the info he needs rather than storming around everywhere roughing people up.

Jamko:

Y’all in this opening scene we just got more information about Maya than we’ve ever gotten about Eddie.

A cop taking money from crime scenes? Maya telling the dude to get the hell in the car while Eddie hangs back, a Thoughtful Look on her face? LOLOLOL don’t tell me this is how the show is about to get rid of Maya rather than revealing Jamko’s engagement.

LOLOL I was happy about this normal, casual, not-gross Jamko scene in Jamie’s office UNTIL Jamie said incredulously “you think there’s a dirty cop in the precinct, and you and I haven’t noticed?” YOU’RE NOT SOME ALL KNOWING MASTER OF COPS, YO. Did it ever occur to you that maybe a dirty cop would be careful, cover their tracks, and have the training to pull off such an operation successfully without drawing any suspicion from other cops? He’s so damn prideful and ridiculous it hurts (and lol gives me some Insight as to how/why they haven’t disclosed their relationship yet).

“So we’re just going to let this go?” “No, we’re going to leave this to IAB, LiKe wE’Re SuPpOsEd tO” ugh Jamie you’re so gross. Y’all we KNOW if Jamie had been the one to come across this information from some random collar, he’d be Personally Investigating regardless of protocol and The Rules, So this is a cool fun double standard.

MAYA HAS MOTIVE YALL. 😂😭

Don’t tell me Eddie’s about to turn around during this crime scene walkthrough and see Maya shoving cash and diamond rings into her pockets. RICH.

Okay, so Jamie saw her on a mysterious surveillance camera? I WAS CLOSE.

This is 100% an excuse to get Maya off the show rather than try to deal realistically with whatever ~fallout~ would happen between her and Eddie whenever Maya finally found out her partner is shacking up with the boss. YOU WON’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. This dumbass show y’all.

Jamie’s being awfully brash, bringing up “Maya’s partner” to an IAB suit who supposedly has no idea the commissioner’s son was dumb enough to propose to said partner at a putt-putt golf course at 10am on a Sunday.

DID YOU GUYS CATCH HOW JAMIE JUST STRAIGHT UP LIED TO EDDIE? THIS IS EXAMPLE A OF WHY I HATE THIS ENTIRE ARRANGEMENT. It is to be expected that a boss would be privy to confidential information that can’t be shared with subordinates. It is to be expected that the boss would dodge/ignore questions about said information when the topic comes up. IT IS NOT EXPECTED THAT A DUDE WOULD LIE STRAIGHT TO HIS FIANCEE’S FACE because of his position knowing information he can’t share with her. I’m sorry, but what’s appropriate between a boss and subordinate, and what’s appropriate between two adults in a loving, trusting relationship are two different things. When those lines get blurred you can’t reasonably expect them to KeEp WoRk aNd hOmE SePaRaTe and objectively refuse to allow ~work conflicts~ to affect their home life and vice versa. UGH UGH UGH.

Um, Sarge, is it Normal to humiliate this poor officer by having her hauled away from roll call? ALSO SHE’S YOUR FIANCEE’S PARTNER and I presume they like each other or at east don’t want to kill each other, so I’m sure Eddie will be super happy with you for this little stunt.

OH HERE WE GO, BACKLASH! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

AYE YALL WHAT DID I SAYYYY? This whole work/home situation is NOT SUSTAINABLE and I don’t know why I’m still having to remind people of this.

How long have I wanted to hear Jamie say “I’m sorry” and “Eddie, you did the right thing”? A LONG TIME BUT NOT IN THIS SELF-RIGHTEOUS CONTEXT OR TONE OF VOICE, I AM DISSATISFIED, DO IT AGAIN.

Family dinner:

Jamie looks good in this color sweater. BUT ALL IS NOT FORGIVEN.

Eddie punching him in the arm is a little cute BUT ALL IS NOT FORGIVEN. EDDIE, GIRL, YOU’VE GOTTA DO SOMETHING TO CHANGE YOUR WHOLE SITUATION BECAUSE 5 MINUTES AGO YOU WERE FIGHTING OVER WORK RELATED BS, AND that’s not the kind of thing that’ll just go away if you keep up this work arrangement.

Gross @ Eddie all “maybe I could’ve done something, maybe I missed the red flags, ~this is somehow partially my fault~...” Sister you’ve got to take a lesson from your idiot fiancé and give yourself a whole lot more credit, which in your case, unlike his, will be deserved.

IN SUMMARY: This Jamko situation is driving me nuts and something needs to change in a big way. But I don’t have high hopes for that to happen. Also this was a thinly veiled scheme to get Maya off the show rather than let her find out about this Secret Relationship that should not still be a secret at all. YAY BLUE BLOODS! I hate it.

[traveller-lover-dreamer]

Ballerina, pt 8

Here comes the next chapter peeps, enjoy!!

THANKS AGAIN FOR THE MOODBOARD @theblxefox YOU ARE AMAZING I LOVE YOU!!! I have troubles with the size though so if anyone knows how to fix it hit me up!!

Summary:  Ever since Y/N Y/L/N has become a spy, she has been working alone to get to Nikolai Sakharov, a Russian criminal. Little did she know that her mission was about to change everything she thought she knew about her life.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Spy!Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Words: 6428

Warnings: violence, fighting, blood (ya know classic spy story). Also, smut at the end

Your POV

 You watched yourself in the mirror. You had really overdone yourself tonight. This isn’t for Harrison. Lie. It was obviously because of him. All day you hadn’t stopped thinking about what had almost happened the night before, even though he had hurt you when he had left because you were a virgin. This had to be the reason why he had left. A part of you hoped that maybe you could show him that you were a woman, that your virginity didn’t make you less… less what? Attractive? You didn’t even know why that had stopped Harrison.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to untie the knots in your stomach but it proved to be useless.

Earlier during the day, you had been able to find that Sakharov was going to attend a charity event in the evening, at the Saint James Paris, a fancy hotel. You had immediately bought tickets, using a new fake identity. Tonight, you were Eliana Smith, wife of Harry Smith (Harrison).

You didn’t know why Sakharov was going to a charity event, it was weird of him, but you weren’t going to miss on the opportunity to catch him.

As you were about to get out of the bathroom, you took another look at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a black lace bodycon dress that you had bought earlier today. You had styled your hair in a loose fishtail braid that was caressing the skin of your back. You had also put some make-up on and your lips were as red as the blood dripping from one’s wound. You looked totally stunning and you knew it.

You stepped out of the bathroom and watched as Harrison tied his black tie. He was wearing a black suit along with a white dress shirt. Classic outfit. It suited him well though.

He finished to tie his tie, only then noticing you had stepped out of the bathroom. He stared at you for a moment, his mouth slightly agape.

“You look gorgeous”, he said after a moment of silence.

You smiled as you noticed his eyes going up and down your frame a couple of times before he looked away.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself”, you replied.

His cheeks turned pink and your smile got wider. You had had the effect you wished to have on him.

“Shall we go?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah, of course”, he said after clearing his throat.

You definitely had an effect on him. You turned around to grab the purse you had bought along with the dress, knowing Harrison would be staring at your back. The dress was opened in a triangular shape, the tip of the triangle just above your ass.

You had totally chose that dress on purpose.

“Won’t it be difficult for you to fight if we have to?” Harrison asked.

“Because of the dress?” you asked, shooting a glance at him over your shoulder. “Nah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Since you couldn’t really have your knives on you because of how tight the dress was, you chose your favourite knife and a small pistol. Even though you didn’t like guns, tonight you would maybe need one. You put both of the weapons in your purse, before heading for the door. You opened it, turning around to see that Harrison hadn’t moved.

“You coming?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I am”, he stuttered before following you.

You held back the laugh that almost fell from your lips as you noticed how flustered he was. You shouldn’t have done that yesterday, lover boy. Today, you had decided to make him pay for it. In fact, you had two choices: either feel bad about it or make him pay for it. The second option was much more interesting.

You walked to the elevator, Harrison behind you. When the doors opened, you let two men pass before getting inside of it.

The tension between Harrison and you was palpable in the elevator and you smirked to yourself. Tonight was going to be fun. You were going to catch Sakharov and make Harrison pay at the same time. You couldn’t wait.

A taxi was waiting for you outside of the hotel. You got in and Harrison sat beside you. He didn’t say a word all the way to the hotel where the charity was being held and you knew it was because he was stressing about the night. You were too, but you were more excited about it. This, this was what you had trained for for years. You could handle a bit of stress, right?

You paid the taxi when you got to the hotel before getting out of it.

“So, don’t forget that we’re husband and wife tonight”, you told Harrison, a smirk on your lips. “We need to act like it.”

You saw him gulp before he said: “Yeah, of course.”

“And we need to be careful”, you added. “Sakharov knows what we look like. The minute he sees us we need to move and move fast.”

“I know, we’ve talked about this all day”, Harrison said.

“I just wanted to make sure”, you concluded before turning towards the hotel.

“Here”, Harrison said, offering you his arm.

You gently put your hand on his forearm. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and you cursed yourself mentally for it. You didn’t like the way you felt about Harrison, especially not after last night. And you had to remember that tonight, the way he would be acting toward you was just that, an act.

You walked in the hotel lobby, following the signs to the church. The charity event was going to be held there. You scanned the faces around you, searching for Sakharov but he wasn’t in sight. Only then did you begin to think the evening might have been a trap.

“Our target isn’t there yet”, you whispered in Harrison’s ear.

He turned toward you, leaning a bit to whisper in your ear.

“The event’s only beginning in an hour, give him some time.”

His warm breath tickled the skin of your neck and your heart missed a beat in your chest. Come on, Y/N, you’re stronger than this.

You walked to the places that had been assigned to Harrison and you, which were in the back of the room. You could see everyone coming in and out of the room, which was perfect. But you still felt as if something was off.

You waited in silence, your eyes fixed on the doors of the church. You could hear the buzzing of the conversations in the room, but you had nothing to say to Harrison right now. You were beginning to feel bad about the whole situation, real bad.

“I’m sorry”, Harrison whispered in your ear.

You raised your head to look at him. His blue gaze held yours for a moment.

“What for?” you finally asked.

“For yesterday night”, he answered. “We had a huge misunderstanding.”

Anger flared in your chest.

“A misunderstanding?” you spat. “You fucking left when I told you that I’m a virgin. How the hell is that a misunderstanding?”

“Don’t speak so loudly, we’re in a church”, Harrison said. “You shouldn’t swear either.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back on the doors.

“I didn’t leave because of that”, Harrison added. “I don’t do these kind of stuff with my partners or coworkers, it has nothing to do about you. Well, yeah, it has since you’re my partner but you know what I mean.”

You watched him for a moment and you couldn’t help but to notice how distressed he seemed about this all situation.

“Hey, Haz”, you said, using his nickname on purpose. “It’s fine, really, I understand.”

He smiled softly and you put your attention back on the doors.

Your will to make Harrison pay for last night faded away as you realized he hadn’t done that because you were a virgin. He seemed… less of an asshole now. You were glad you hadn’t left this morning, it felt great to understand the situation better.

You noticed a man walking in the church. He stopped and looked all around the room. His eyes scanned over you but moved on quickly.

Something about him felt… familiar. Like you had seen him somewhere but you didn’t know where.

“This man”, you said Harrison, nodding your head toward the guy. “He seems familiar.”

Harrison looked at the guy, furrowing his brows.

“He isn’t Sakharov, love, he’s way too young”, he said.

“No, dumbass, I know he isn’t Sakharov, he just seems familiar”, you repeated.

“Okay but what are we supposed to do with that?” Harrison asked.

“I’ll spy on him”, you indicated. “I think he’s searching for someone.”

Just when you were about to get up from your bench, the man’s gaze locked with yours. He smirked and started walking in your direction.

“Oh crap, he’s coming over here”, you warned. “Let’s not blow our cover up.”

As if it wasn’t already blown. You turned your head toward Harrison, leaning in to press a soft peck on his lips. Husband and wife kissed each other, right?

You pulled apart, your eyes slowly meeting Haz’s.

“What was that for?” he whispered.

“Our cover”, you stated.

“Oh, right”, he sighed.

You put your hand in his, resting your head on his shoulder before looking in front of you. The guy was a couple of meters away, still walking in your direction.

He looked around 25 years old, he had blue eyes and dark brown hair. There was something in his features that was familiar, but you couldn’t say from where.

“Miss Y/L/N”, he said.

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of your last name, but you made sure to keep a poker face. In fact, you even acted as if you were confused.

“Uhm, sorry, that isn’t me”, you said with your best British accent.

“Sakharov said you would say that”, he observed. “I’m going to ask you to follow me. Please do, I wouldn’t want to make a scene right here in the middle of a church.”

“My wife won’t follow you”, Harrison growled. “I don’t know who you are but can you please leave us alone?”

The guy seemed to lose confidence for a moment. You quickly took advantage of it.

“I’m Eliana Smith”, you said. “I have no idea who that Sakhov guy is.”

“It’s Sakharov”, the guy hissed.

He looked around as if he searched for back up.

“You still have to follow me”, he finally said. “Boss’s orders.”

You looked at Harrison and then your eyes trailed back to the man.

“Why do you want me to follow you?” you innocently asked.

“My boss wants to see you”, he answered in an exasperated tone.

“But why would…” you began.

Suddenly, the guy had a gun in his hands and he pointed it toward Harrison. You gasped, afraid he was going to pull the trigger.

“You say another word and I blow his head off, understood?” the guy hissed.

You nodded slowly and then got up, raising your hands.

“Now, act as if everything is normal and follow me out of the church”, the guy said. “As for you, don’t move from here, I have some friends at the door that aren’t as nice as I am. Might be they’ll shoot you.”

Your heart ached in your chest as you realized you had walked in a trap. You should have listened to your uneasy feeling earlier. Now, both you and Harrison were in a compromising situation.

You shot a look at Harrison, to make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid and then you followed the man out of the church. You thought about using your bracelet to kill him, but there were lots of civilians around you and you couldn’t just blow your cover like this. You had to wait until you were alone.

At the same time, he had said that Sakharov wanted to see you. Maybe you should wait until you were with your target. You could still make sure that this time he wasn’t going to flee.

When you were out of the church, two men started walking behind you, dangerously close. You understood they were with the man that was walking in front of you. Taking down one man with your bracelet was easy but fighting three guys at the same time… this could prove to be difficult.

You smiled to yourself when the man stopped in front of an elevator. You could take the three men down in a small space like an elevator, it wouldn’t be difficult at all. Or so you hoped.

The doors slid open and the guy walked in the elevator. You followed him, making sure to stand in one of the corners. You didn’t want to have one of them behind you.

“Before you think of doing anything”, the guy said, “you should consider this: we’re three trained men. You have no chance against us.”

“I’ve faced worst odds in my life”, you declared before kicking him in the legs.

His knees gave out under him and he fell. You quickly spun around to block one of the other man’s punch. You dodged his next hit by standing to the side, where the third man was waiting for you. Only you had raised your elbow and you hit him right on the nose. A satisfied smirk appeared on your lips as you heard the crack. His nose had broken. And from the angle you had hit him, you hoped his broken bones were going to pierce his brain and kill him.

The man that had asked you to follow him suddenly tackled you and your back hit the elevator’s wall violently. Your breath went out of your lungs and you saw stars for a moment as you fell to the ground.

Your instinct took the lead and without even thinking about it you pulled on the stone of your bracelet. You encircled the wire on the closest legs, making a man fall. You punched him in the throat as hard as you could, which was probably hard enough to crush his windpipe, but then you received a kick on the side of your head. You felt your body go limp and you crashed on the ground.

You spat blood as you struggled to get up on all fours, but you received another kick, this time in the stomach. Now, your instinct was telling you to run, but you were stuck in a small space, there was no place to run.

“Told you that you stood no chance against us”, the first guy said as he grabbed a handful of your hair to force you to get up.

You almost yelped in pain but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Although, I’m impressed, you took down two of us”, he conceded.

You noticed the two other men were laying on the ground and both seemed lifeless.

“Now, follow me, you bitch”, the guy said, dragging you out of the elevator as the doors opened.

He walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a room, which he kicked opened before pushing you in. You stumbled but managed to stay up.

You realized you were alone in the hotel room with the guy. And your thoughts were slowly coming back to you. You had lost your purse in the elevator, which meant you had lost both of your weapons. All you had left was your bracelet.

“You still think you can fight me?” the guy chuckled.

His gun appeared in his hand and he took the safety off.

“Take a single fucking step in my direction and you’re as good as dead”, he threatened.

You didn’t move, knowing you had no chance against a gun right now. If only he wasn’t out of your reach.

“I don’t know why Sakharov wants you”, he commented. “You’re just a little bitch who thinks she can take down an empire that’s been running for decades now.”

“How many of his men have I killed up to now?” you asked. “Four or five? That’s without counting Tracy. How long has Tracy been working for him?”

“Shut up”, the guy shouted. “One more word and I’ll shoot you.”

“You won’t”, you stated. “Sakharov wants me. I don’t think he’s interested in a corpse.”

The guy glared at you for a moment, but you saw in his eyes that you were right. He couldn’t kill you.

“Maybe I can’t kill you but shooting you doesn’t mean you die”, he laughed.

He pointed towards your leg and pulled the trigger. But you had anticipated his move. You jumped to the side, glad not to feel any pain in your legs as you rolled and in a swift motion got back on your feet. You were now close enough to the guy and you hit his gun with all your strength. It flew from his hands. As soon as his hands were free, the guy moved to block your hit and then punched you. You received the blow on your jaw and once again you tasted blood in your mouth. You tried to move to the side to dodge his next hit but he feinted and hit you directly on one of your temples.

Once again your body went limp, and this time for good. You fell on the ground and watched as his feet got closer to your face. You tried to move but your body didn’t obey. The guy kneeled next to you. You were laying on your stomach and he took your arms behind your back, tying them up.

His first mistake was to not take your bracelet off.

He took you in his arms and sat you on a chair to which he tied you up. There was nothing you could do but to watch as he did so, you were completely groggy.

“Now, we just have to wait for Sakharov”, the guy stated. “Please don’t move while I’m going to take care of your little friend downstairs.”

You suddenly got out of your state of grogginess at the thought of him hurting Harrison.

“Don’t you fucking dare”, you said as you pulled on your restraints.

Which proved to be completely useless. Only painful since they were especially tight.

“Oh so you’re fond of the guy?” he asked. “I’m going to take my time with him.”

You spat in his face, which resulted in him hitting you again. He dried his face with the back of his hand and then walked away from you, far enough so you wouldn’t be able to spit on him again.

“Now, you should stay silent if you don’t want anyone else than your little boyfriend to get hurt”, the man threatened before leaving the room.

As soon as he was out of sight you tried to pull on your restraints again. You didn’t have more success this time than the first one, but you managed to pull on the second stone of your bracelet, the one you didn’t like to use at all. This wire was just too sharp, it always made a bloody mess when you used it in a fight. But when you were tied to a chair, it could be useful.

You used the wire to cut your way through the rope. It was difficult and it made your wrists hurt but you kept going. When you finally cut the rope, you let go of the stone and brought your wrists in front your face. Both of them were bruised by the restraints. You swore underneath your breath as you untied the ropes on your ankles and then got up from the chair.

For a moment you thought about searching around the room to find anything related to Sakharov, but then you thought about Harrison getting hurt and fear took control of you.

You quickly got out of the room, making your way to the stairs. You didn’t want to use the elevator, especially since there were two dead men in it.

You ran down the stairs as fast as you could and made your way to the church. Only then did you hear the gunshots. There were screams too, but you tuned out the screams to concentrate on the gunshots. They were all coming from the church. Its doors were closed and when you opened them, utter chaos fell upon you. There were lots of bodies in the room. The man that had been hosting the charity event was lying in a pool of blood right beside the church’s altar. Most of the people that had been sitting in the first row were also dying or already dead in a pool of their own blood.

The guy, which you still didn’t know the name of, was shooting at someone at the back of the room, who peeked his head over the benches once in a while to shoot back. It obviously was Harrison.

You charged toward the guy, knowing Harrison wasn’t going to shoot if you were there. The guy didn’t notice you at all, all his attention was on Harrison at the back of the church. You tackled the guy and you both fell to the ground. He lost his gun as he fell and you started to fight on the ground, both of you trying to gain dominance.

He was a good fighter, that was true. But you had your bracelet and that gave you an advantage. The guy was suddenly on top of you and both of his hands were around your throat, strangling you. You gasped as you searched for air. You knew you weren’t going to last long and you had seen lots of blood already tonight, seeing more wouldn’t change a thing. You pulled on the second stone of your bracelet and cut one of the guy’s wrist. He hissed in pain as his hands let go of your throat. You sucked in some much needed oxygen.

The guy raised his hand to punch you again but as he did so, you heard a gunshot and suddenly, his body jerked to the side. You got out from under him as your eyes trailed to the hole in his head. You sat up as you tried to catch your breath.

“We have to get out of here before the authorities show up”, Harrison declared.

You didn’t feel like arguing right now, you were just glad he was still alive. Even though staying would have been a great idea since Sakharov was supposed to come, right now you were in no state to face him.

Harrison held out a hand for you to grab and he pulled you up to your feet.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

You probably looked miserable. You had lost count of the number of times you had been hit and your dress was drenched with the blood of the guy.

“Yeah, I am”, you answered with a hoarse voice. “Let’s get out of here.”

Harrison grabbed your hand and he ran out of the room with you on his heels. He started to make his way toward the back exit of the hotel when you pulled on his hand to make him halt.

“Haz, I think it’d be a better idea to talk with the authorities”, you told him. “It’d be extremely difficult to get to our hotel without people asking questions. I mean, I’m covered in blood, if people saw us running away they might think it’s us who’ve done it.”

Harrison agreed with you and you were glad for it. You absolutely didn’t want to argue right now.

Soon enough, the police arrived and they started to take everyone’s statement. When your turn came you told them all of the story. You told them how the guy had asked you to follow him out of the room and that you had obeyed at the sight of his gun. You kept Sakharov out of the story though. The ESISC didn’t want you on their territory and you weren’t going to blow your cover, not when the MI-6 and the CIA could get in trouble. You didn’t want to start a feud between all the agencies.

You didn’t mention that you had been tied up to a chair, you just said you had lost consciousness for a moment. You didn’t want to have to explain how you got out of your restraints. You told them how you went back to the church because your husband was in there and how you had attacked the guy because you were afraid he was going to kill your husband.

The most difficult part was to explain why Harrison had had a gun. He finally said that he had taken it on one of the security agent that had been killed and somehow the cops swallowed the lie. You asked for your identities to stay a secret and the policemen accepted, even though they thought you deserved medals for your courage. To them, Eliana and Harry Smith were heroes, but whatever.

You told them that all you wanted was to get back to your own hotel and to take a shower. They said that you should get to the hospital instead, to check on your wounds, and that’s when Harrison saved your ass by saying that he was a doctor back in London and that he would see to your wounds.

Only then did the cops let you go. Even though they were suspicious, they still had a lot of witnesses to talk to. The moment they started to talk to someone else, you stepped away with Haz and started to make your way back to your hotel.

You felt heavy from the events of the night and it must have shown in the way you were walking because Harrison stopped you.

“I’m calling a taxi”, he said.

“No drivers will accept me on their backseat, Haz, I’m covered in blood”, you stated.

He knew you were right but he hated to admit it.

“At least, let me help you”, he said.

You gave in, you didn’t have the strength to argue anyway. The walk back to the hotel was long, but an hour later you finally got there. Harrison told you to get in the shower and that he was going to get some ice for your face.

You took a long shower, washing the blood out of your hair. You carefully washed your face, wincing each time you as much as touched it. You were glad your nose hadn’t been touched but the rest of your face hurt like hell. Your wrists didn’t look as bad as you thought they would, now that the blood was gone and you could finally relax under the water.

That led you to think about the man that had asked you to follow him. You wondered what had been so familiar about him. When you had first seen him, it was almost as if you knew him from somewhere. But from where? For a moment you let your thoughts wander but then your head started to ache so you just stopped thinking.

You stepped out of the shower and you wrapped yourself in a towel. You then walked back to the main room and saw Harrison sitting on the bed, a bag of ice in his hands.

“Here”, he said as he held it out for you.

You took it and brought it to your face carefully, wincing when it touched your skin.

“Jeez, my face hurts so fucking much”, you said.

Harrison chuckled.

“That guy beat you up pretty roughly, I bet it hurts”, he said.

You sat on the bed next to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I was trying to plan a way to save you when he came back and started shooting everyone”, Harrison stated. “I was convinced he was going to come back for me.”

“Yeah well, he brought me in a room where he tied me up to a chair”, you explained. “I fought with him and his two other men but it seems he was stronger than me.”

“What about the two other men?” Harrison asked. “I don’t recall seeing them.”

“They’re dead in the elevator”, you admitted. “I lost my purse in there.”

“You know they’ll be able to find your fingerprints on your gun and your knife”, Harrison said.

“Doesn’t change a thing”, you told him. “I don’t exist, Haz. There’s no record of me.”

“True”, he said.

A comfortable silence fell on you both. You didn’t want to move from your place beside him. At some point in the middle of the conversation, Harrison had gently put his arm around you and it felt good to be there in his arms.

“I was afraid that he was going to kill you”, you whispered.

Harrison didn’t answer. You raised your head to look at him. Your eyes found his. He seemed troubled by something that you couldn’t quite decipher. That’s when he gently leaned in and started kissing you. Although your face was hurting like hell, you kissed him back.

Your heart was beating out of your chest but you didn’t mind. Having Harrison’s lips on yours made you feel so many things inside, from warmth to happiness to something else. Lust. You wanted him. You had wanted him since the day before, but now there was something desperate in you. He could have died tonight. You could have lost him forever.

You deepened the kiss as you put the ice bag on the bed beside you. Harrison pushed you so you’d lay on the bed, his lips never detaching from yours.

Your pain was suddenly forgotten when Harrison bit at your bottom lip. His tongue then started dancing with yours as one of your hands got lost in his curls.

You had never felt like this before in your life. There was something in the way Harrison’s mouth was moving against yours that was igniting sparks in your heart. Your heart was beating so loud you were convinced he could hear it. But he wasn’t slowing down and you guessed his heart was echoing yours.

His mouth left yours to suck at the skin of your neck, gently, before nibbling at your earlobe. The sparks caught fire inside of you and you moaned almost inaudibly. But that was enough to set fire in Harrison’s heart too.

His lips went back to your neck and he sucked on your skin again. Harder this time. You knew he was going to leave marks on your skin (what were they called?), but you didn’t mind. You were going to wear them proudly.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours.

“Is it okay if I do this?” he asked as he started to pull on the towel to get it off you.

You nodded your head quickly as a new warmth built up in your belly. He took the towel off of you without breaking eye contact with you. When it was off, he let his eyes wander up and down your body once before he kissed you again, with all the softness in the world.

There was something in the way his lips were moving against yours that made you feel… alive. In your life you had never let someone in like you were letting Harrison in right now. Your life had been a succession of obeying to orders, waiting for the next ones to come. But right now, right now you were doing something nobody had told you to do and it felt right. It felt right to be doing what you wanted for once.

Soon enough Harrison’s shirt was off and you let your hands roam over his muscular chest. He kissed you again, hunger for you making his lips crash rougher against yours. The kiss was needy. Not that you minded. You needed him as much as he needed you right now.

 Harrison’s POV

 He knew he had lost control of himself. Harrison knew he ought to stop, but he couldn’t. When he had seen Y/N walking away with that guy earlier in the evening, he had thought he was never going to see her again. He had tried to find a way to rescue her, but nothing had come to his mind. He had contacted Tom, asking for back-up but Tom had told him that there was nothing he could do. Harrison had then gotten up to try to find the girl but the guy had come back and made fire on the audience. The only thing he could do was to defend himself and to try to kill the guy.

If Y/N hadn’t come back at that moment, Harrison knew he wouldn’t have made it out alive of the situation. He only had a small handgun, it was nothing compared to the semi-automatic the guy was using.

He stopped his train of thoughts as he felt Y/N’s hands going lower on his chest. He wanted to stop right now, but when he opened his eyes to meet her love-struck gaze, he understood it was too late. Not that he actually wanted to stop: he wanted her so much right now his dick was aching. It was aching to feel her and he knew that, even though he wanted to, he couldn’t stop. He needed the relief more than anything.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the night that was controlling both of them at that moment, but Harrison didn’t mind. Not anymore. His thoughts were in a haze and he just wanted her. He tried to remind himself that she was his partner but somehow that didn’t stop him either.

He leaned in and kissed her roughly, his hands greedily roaming her body, massaging her breasts and then going to her core. He found her clit, rubbing it in circles as she started to moan softly under him. It turned him on so much he forgot all about his principles. He forgot she was his partner, right now she was just the girl he wanted more than anything.

He kissed her neck as she pulled at his hair. He then left a trail of wet kisses down her neck. He nibbled at her collarbone before continuing his way down and taking her nipple in his mouth. It immediately hardened, a reflection of the way his dick was getting so hard it was throbbing.

He raised his head to look at her face. Her eyes were dark, half shut. She was staring back at him from under her lashes and she just looked so attractive. He ignored the blue and purple that was blooming on her face in the places she had been hit. She still was so fucking beautiful even though she had some contusions.

Harrison sat back on his heels, before getting up to take his pants off. He took his boxers off along with the trousers, and his dick sprung free. He jerked it off a moment before going back on the bed. He hovered above the girl, watching in her eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance.

He then remembered she was a virgin, so he rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. He used his free hand to rub circles on her clit, going faster when she moaned his name. Oh how that turned him on.

He started fingering her, slowly not to hurt her but it didn’t take long for him to realize she had already lost her hymen. Which made sense. Her training had probably been extremely intense, enough to make her lose it. Not that it changed a thing for him, he was just glad for her. It wasn’t going to hurt her as much as it could have.

He fingered her for a moment, finding the sweet spot inside of her that led her to roll her eyes back in her skull as she moaned louder than before. One of her hand found its way to his cock and she started pumping it. He enjoyed the feeling for a moment, but he needed more.

He climbed back on top of her, positioning himself at her entrance. He rubbed his dick along her folds, collecting her juice, before slowly pushing himself in. Her nails dug in the skin of his shoulders, so he stopped for a moment, waiting for her to give him a sign to continue. When she raised her head to kiss him, he started to move again and she moaned in his mouth.

He tried to keep his movements slow and steady. He didn’t want to hurt her, she had already suffered enough that night. He didn’t fuck her senseless, he instead made love to her. That’s what his heart was telling him, although he was trying to silence it. He didn’t have feelings for her, he was just trying to get the relief he needed, right?

Y/N moaned as she pulled him closer to kiss him. Harrison kissed her back and suddenly his orgasm hit him out of nowhere. Perhaps it was because of the way she was kissing him and moaning his name, but he totally lost control of himself and came. Inside of her. He felt like a fucking child who had never had sex before and he cursed himself mentally.

“Fuck”, he breathed when he came down from his high.

“You alright?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, I am, love”, Harrison answered.

He leaned in to kiss her again. He had no idea why, he just wanted to kiss her again.

When he pulled apart, he rolled over to lie down next to her. That’s when he realized what he had just done. He had slept with his partner. And although it was the best thing he had ever done, it was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake.

Y/N got up to go get cleaned in the bathroom as Harrison felt the regrets taking over him. He shouldn’t have done that. Especially not to her. All her life she had been alone and now she probably believed she had him but she didn’t, oh God she didn’t. Harrison didn’t do relationships with his partners, it was his number one rule.

But when she came back from the bathroom, her cheeks pink and a glitter in her eyes, his regrets were suddenly silenced in his head and a single thought crossed his mind: Fuck the rules.

Read part nine here!

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