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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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If your request are still open how do we feel about a cross over or 2 and 5 from the smut prompts for our big bear Clyde? 🥺 your writing gets me through it 😭

A/N: Thank you so much fo your request. I’m happy to be able to help you in any way, I know times aren’t easy and it’s very difficult to deal with so much. Just wanted to let you know that you are not alone, I’m grateful for your existence, you are loved too :)

Hope you like this moments with the softest bear there is and that you are having a nice day.

warnings: smut

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“y/n, can we pass at the Duck Tape before our girls night?” Mellie’s voice echoes through the empty salon instantly making you nervous, the last time you had seen Clyde you were under him as he pumped his cock in and out of you, it was a blissful moment to you who had been crushing on the soft man ever since your teenage years, but now, a week later, you still hadn’t heard anything from him so the mere idea of seeing him again made you blush, afraid of the awkwardness of the moment.

“Sure, I guess…” you whisper the last part knowing she wouldn’t listen, you agreed aware that if you said no, it would me suspicious and if Mellie ever found out about you and him, she would drag you to Clyde and wouldn’t let you leave until everything was solved, after all she was your best friend and she knew about you crush for her brother.

“Let’s hit the road then” her voice takes you out of your head as your eyes meet her figure standing right in front of the office door, the fuschia dress she was wearing matching her long decorated nails as her brown soft hair was in a messy yet pretty bun on top of her head, sometimes you wished you could look more like her.

Without another word, the two of you leave the salon behind entering in her old car. One thing you were never able to understand about Mellie was her capacity of driving incredibly fast through roads without crashing no matter which car she was behind the wheels. By now, you were used to her driving style and it didn’t scare you anymore, what is pumping adrenaline in your body instead is the picture of Clyde replaying in your head making you more nervous as the distance between you and his bar closes fast.

The sight and sound of Mellie’s fingers snapping right in front of your face make you realize that the car has stopped and that right in front of you is the bright ‘Duck Tape’ sign. “Sorry, Mell, I was lost in my thoughts. I’ll wait for you in the car” you say, feeling brilliant for your last minute idea. Staying in the car wasn’t going to make Mellie suspicious and it would save you from facing Clyde.

“No way, I’m gonna stay there for a while and it's hot as hell in here, come on getcha ass out of the car” her words cause you to cry inside, but as you try to keep a cool face, your feet meet the concrete floor of the bar’s parking space. Mellie doesn’t wait for you as she makes her way to her brother, you, on the other hand, take you time giving small steps towards the direction she just went, trying to avoid the encounter as long as possible.

Unfortunately, your figure is in front of the wood doors before you had wished, from where you are standing you can already see his broad back covered in a blue button up shirt and his large hand and prosthetics over the bar counter.

As soon as the wood on the door cracks announcing your presence on the bar, Clyde turns to face you and for a minute everything else disappears, all you can see is his face, his dark brown eyes boring into your e/c eyes, his furrowed brows, his black facial hair, his prominent nose, his moles and freckles and the lips you had kissed not long ago. To you, he seemed affected by your presence, but your insecurity kept whispering in your head that you just wanted to think that.

The moment ends as a sound of someone clearing their throat behind you make you move forward before whispering a ‘sorry’ to the stranger, that’s when you finally see Mellie sitting in the stoll right in front of where Clyde was standing previously. Awkwardly, you make your way to her, sitting by her side and trying hard to ignore what happened between you and the gigantic man. “Took ya’ long enough” she mocks, tone dripping malice making you swallow dry. “Yeah, I got hm distracted” you answer hoping to change the subject.

“I bet” she says with the same tone, but this time actually laughing after the words meet you ears, instantly your cheeks become red.

“Can I get you something, y/n?” a deep voice interrupts the conversation fortunately or not you couldn’t decide. Once again, your eyes meet his making you shiver as your whole body seems to be set on fire, making you hotter and leaving the blush on your face more intense.

“W-water please” you sutter, too nervous to talk straight as your hands fidget your dress feeling the soft cloth as you try to calm yourself, your plans on not being suspicious flying out the window.

“Come on, it’s friday, girl” Mellie turns to you before facing her brother “She’ll have a Sex on the Beach”. You don’t have the strength to argue and you watch as Clyde nods making his long soft hair move in his shoulders before leaving you alone with your best friend.

“Before you continue to eat my brother with your eyes I need ya’ to listen to me” she states “I forgot something back in the salon, I’ll get it and in no time I’ll be back, kay?”.

“I can go with you, Mell” you reply, even though you knew that she wouldn’t let you get out of the bar so soon. “Nonsense, you have a drink to enjoy” she says winking her eyes as she leaves you behind with anxiety leaving from your every pore.

You stay on the bar for a long time waiting for her, but at this point you already knew she wasn’t coming, it was almost closing time and all of the patrons had gone their own way. “She’s not coming back” Clyde states, his figure towering yours as you play with the straw in your cup, emptied long ago. “Yeah, I know, guess I’ll just have to walk home” you shrug not wanting to bother him anymore.

“I’ll take you” he replies and you instantly shake your head. “I really don’t want to bother ya’, it was a long day” you say, getting up before he could say anything to stop you, the whole situation too humiliating for you. The time you spent on the bar proved that the moment you two had shared a week ago meant nothing to the man, since he ignored your presence as hard as he could only talking to you to ask if you wanted anything other than the one drink you had.

“You never bother me” his words echo through the bar igniting a flame of hope in you as his hand close around your wrist not allowing you to finish your way out of the bar. Slowly, your eyes meet his face a pleading expression on it. “You don’t have to pretend, Clyde” you say sadly, insecurity speaking louder than his features.

“I’m not. I’m sorry for ignoring you for a week, sweetheart, I was nervous, ya’ know? You are so pretty and funny and I thought I didn’t deserve you, but when Mellie brought you here today I knew I messed up bad. You were always more than just a one night stand to me, I like you ever since high school.” his soft words melt your heart making happy tears fill your eyes as relief spreads through your body slowly.

“Please, come here, sweetheart” Clyde pleads and, before you take notice of it, your body starts to move on its on, making its way around the counter and entering the space his figure occupies.

When you’re standing in front of him, his hand travels to your cheek, fingers caressing your skin making you shiver as his prosthetics touch the end of your spine caging you in his embrace. “You are so pretty” his breath meet your lips from the small distance separating your face from his. Before you could reply, his lips seal yours, tongue lapping over yours in a sweet kiss making your hands go to his neck where his hair meets skin, your nails provoking him.

It wasn’t long before the kiss starts to heat up, his erection pressing against your stomach, your hands traveling to his abs scratching it while his cupped your ass. Your tongues exploring every inch of each others mouth.

You are the one to detach your lips from his, the need burning on your insides becoming too much for you to bear, wetness gathering on your panties and blood running to your clit causing it to become swallowed. “I need you now, Clyde” you whimper, voice dripping with need. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of ya’” he states, voice deeper with desire as his hand move to the end of your light summer dress pulling it from your body with your help and letting it forgotten on the floor as he takes a step back, eyes accessing your figure, now, only in underwear. Feeling self conscious under his gaze, you try to cover up your body, a way to avoid the exposure.

“Don’t do that, love, you are perfect” he reassures you “look at what you are doing to me” he says, taking his belt off before lowering his denim pants to his feet, kicking them off with his boots and socks. Without second thoughts, you eyes travel to his big and large cock, pressing against his white boxers, a wet spot right above its head. The sight makes you close your thighs, looking for any friction capable of relieving the pressure on your pussy.

“Now, do you believe me?” he asks causing you to nod, too enamoured by the big man standing in front of you, as you drop your arms leaving them at the sides of your body, making yourself exposed to Clyde. “Good”.

Once again, his lips are on your as his hand works on your bra opening it up and letting it go down, you, on the other hand, work on his shirt buttons dying to see the broad muscular abs he had, but your hurry ends up working against your wishes causing Clyde to chuckle against your mouth.

“Let me help you”, in record time his shirt is disposed and you drool over the sight of him, even though you had seen him like that before you still weren’t accustomed to it.

Taking you by surprise, Clyde wraps his arms in your waist lifting you up until you were on the counter, legs spread around him. His lips seal yours again as his hand travels down your body entering your panties. The second his index fingers meets your folds, your back arches and a moan is swallowed by his mouth, but it wasn’t enough.

“You are so wet, sweetie” he purrs getting away from your touch, leaving you cold and causing you to frown, the attitude, however didn’t last too long since Clyde took your panties off and quickly rubbed your sore clit with his thumb, his middle finger caressing your hole without entering it over and over again in the same rhythm, teasing you without providing the relief of your need to be filled up by him. “Cly-yde, please” you beg.

“I got you, don’t worry, y/n” with these simple words, his middle finger enters your cunt, your walls stretching around it, but still begging for more. In a slow pace, he pumps it in and out of you, finger fucking you as his thumb keeps on massaging your clit. With the passage of time, another finger is added and you feel them curling on your insides before coming out as Clyde tongue returns to your mouth, lazily lapping over yours as you moan into his mouth everytime his curled fingers meet the sweet spot inside of you.

His lips travel to you cleavage kissing it with the same amount of passion he kissed your lips. “Do you think you’re ready for me?” he murmurs in your skin, words making you clench around his thick fingers, the sheer idea causing your orgasm to become closer, ready to crash all over your body. “Yesyesyes” you answer nodding your head eagerly dying to be stretched by his huge cock still locked in his underwear.

In an impossible speed, his hand leaves your pussy, working on getting himself out of his boxers, when it's finally done, you watch as his erection slaps in his stomach, veins visible around it and it’s red angry head shining with the sheer precum. Your mouth instantly waters with the vision and you make a mental note to ask him to suck his cock in the next time.

“Tell me if it hurts” he says, as his hand guide its tip up and down your folds covering the erection with your wetness in the intention to make it slide into you easily, avoiding unnecessary pain. You nod, closing your eyes when you feel the tip entering inside your tight hole and stretching you, he was so large, slowly he lets the rest of his inches enter in you until he is hitting your cervix, making you impossibly full, full of him.

“You are so tight, my God” he moans and you clench around him as reply, enjoying the feeling of him fully seated on your inside. Clyde doesn’t wait too long before starting a precise pace in and out of you, his tip barely still on you before slamming on your psussy again, his hand holding your back as yours were closed in his arms, legs around his hips. The sound of his balls slapping against you ass filling the room.

“I love fucking you, sweetie, your pussy fits me so well - myGod - you’re mine” he says, rhythm starting to become faster, his confession making your walls clench squeezing his cock tighter than before. “Sa-say it again, Clyde” you ask, turned on by the idea of belonging to the man you loved for so long.

“S-shit, you are mine, y/n, mine” he grits through his teeth, his cock hitting your sweet spot faster and harder, making your toes curl and your orgasm crash on you, every atom of your body blissing in pleasure as your muscles shook and you pussy strangled his erection, making it hard for him to fuck you through your orgasm as your release coated it.

When you come back to reality, you can see and feel that his pace is becoming sloppier indicating that he wasn’t far from finding his release as well. “Cum for me, Clyde” you whisper tired from the effort and the recent orgasm.

Your words were all that took, in no time, his seed was filling your canal, mixing with your own release, as his head met your shoulders and groans were mumbled against your skin.

“I love you so much, y/n” he says, voice above a whisper as his softening cock leaves your cunt making you feel empty.

“Oh Clyde, I love you too”.

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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The King's Orders - Min Yoongi/Suga (BTS Imagine

Synopsis: in which Highess Min Yoongi suddenly confesses to his Second In Command, Kim Yuna.

Word count: 2K

Genre: Fluff, makeout sesh ooph

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I pull back just in time to avoid Min Yoongi's sword that slices through thin air. It's made out of carved wood and wouldn't have done any damage apart from causing a few bruises, but that doesn't mean it doesn't sting like a bitch.

He skids over to the other side and re-aligns himself in that perfect, combat stance he's so used to. I stand there leisurely on the opposite side, one hand resting at my hip and my own wooden sword cradled at my side.

"I don't understand," I murmur, the words carried over to him as the wind blows through my hair in a gentle caress.

His scowl, presently etched onto his face, deepens even more if that's possible, "there's nothing to understand," he spits back with such vigour that I would've flinched if I was anyone else, "I don't want her."

But I stand up straighter, "you need her to keep your peace," I hiss.

"Not like this," he charges at me again, swinging his sword over in a swift movement. But I block it in time and our weapons clatter against each other with such force that I feel its vibrations shoot up my arms. Yoongi's eyes are dark, narrowed with ferocity as he breathes out, "I swore to myself that I wouldn't marry out of honour, or pity, or convenience. I can sacrifice many things, Yuna. But not this, not my happiness."

"There's another word for that, back where I come from," I reply with sarcasm dripping from my tone as I narrowly avoid his kick, blocking it halfway to my abdomen. I grip his leg and swiftly throw him off, causing the said raven-haired man to tumble to the ground.

I stand over him, grinning, "it's called 'coward'."

Yoongi's scowl turn into a full out glare, and before I know it, he has jumped to his feet and is jabbing at me once more, his body as light as a feather as we dance around each other in a series of fists and flying limbs. He's faster than I am, with more power driven through his movements. But I know him, anticipate him and can read him like any other. So I dodge and duck and just make a fool out of him as he keeps trying to catch me off-guard.

"So what?" I ask, blocking his punch and swinging an uppercut to his stomach. He grunts in pain and I jump back when his other arm jabs at my face, "are you going to sacrifice your soldiers, go in a full-out war just because you don't want to marry her?"

"Last I heard, I don't think you had a say in what I can or can't do."

I punch, he jumps back and throws a roundhouse kick. I duck and scamper over the floor before jumping onto his back, causing him to yelp in surprise, "and last I heard, all these decisions weren't about you, but about what's best for your people—"

Yoongi throws us both to the ground and I roll, but not quickly enough, for he makes a grab for my arms and pin them above my head, legs straddling my thighs and leaning over to press his entire weight on my body so that there was no attempt of escape. Though I try to throw him off, his grip is tight and hard, unrelenting. My eyes wander up to catch the intense emotion swirling through his dark orbs and something inside me coils in a tight, anxious knot.

As Yoongi's first in command, I had always been by his side, good or bad, thick or thin, happy or sad. It didn't matter, I saw it all, I saw what he could do and how much he could take. My father, who had been a chief commander of the Royal Highness back before Yoongi's dad had retired, had been killed during the last war with the Kangs Dynasty and thus, his Royal Highness had placed Yoongi into my care, for while I was a girl, I had inherited my father's superb fighting skills, skills that couldn't go unnoticed.

Not that I was complaining. I'd rather beat a thousand thugs than sit around drinking tea and discussing the latest gossip happening around town.

So it's an understatement to say that I know exactly what Yoongi is feeling at this exact moment. I can feel his torment, the agitation boiling through his blood. He's restless, had been pacing around for the past few days. In order to end the feud between the Min and the Kang Dynasty, the only solution was a unison of power, and that meant a marriage contract between his Royal Highness Min and the Kang Heiress. It was a pact that Highness Kang had been more than happy to oblige to, but Yoongi's attitude towards the matter had been far from pleasant, albeit the fact that he knows a refusal will lead to a full-out war.

And while I consider myself a pretty decent fighter — one fo the best— I'd be lying to myself to say that the Kang's army are an easy defeat. They're not, and Yoongi knows it just as much.

"For once," Yoongi's breath is staggered, chest heaving as his eyes lock on my own, "for just once in my life, Yuna, I want to choose something because I can. Not because I have to."

"You know that's only going to bring misery," I snap back while trying to ignore the fury of butterflies that suddenly erupt through my chest when he leans in closer, breath washing over my face in a tantalizing manner that causes warmth to burst through my cheeks.

Min Yoongi has a charisma, a charm that's beyond any comprehension. He's a born leader, a true king bound by blood. But his heart, it's made of gold, and no one can deny that. Under all that snide, cold-hearted appearance lives a man who fears trusting people and who has spent his life figuring out if others like him because of his money, his heritage, or just because they like him.

And I guess that's why we're so close. Because I don't want anything from him.

"Yoongi, just think about it. If you marry her, you'd be saving millions of lives—"

"I don't love her," he snaps, "I want nothing to do with her. She's bland and boring and just too perfect."

"Give her a chance," I insist, searching for understanding on his face, "who knows, maybe she'll make you happy, maybe she'll turn out to be exactly like—"

"I don't want her."

"Yoongi—"

"Just—please," his head comes to a rest against my neck then, tired out by our incessant arguing. His breaths are warm, colliding with my skin in the most enticing way that I have to gulp at the closeness, "please don't say that."

"Say what?" I struggle to keep my thoughts coherent when the said man is so close and practically pressing his entire frame against mine.

It is no secret amongst the guards that I might harbour a few unrequited feelings with his highness himself but there had never been any good reason for me to act upon them. It just can't happen. I'm a guard and he's a king. It's never going to work. But with him practically invading my personal space and breathing the same air as I am, it's making my head spin with unnecessary thoughts that cause my blood to pump with sudden adrenaline.

"Say that she'll be good for me," Yoongi's lips are practically brushing against the crook of my neck at this point, and tingles shoot down my spine, "she's not what I want, I don't even know her—"

"Well," I try to croak out weakly, "maybe you two can get to know each other—"

"You're not even listening me."

"I am! But it's just—"

"I don't want her."

"You're so pessimistic—" the words die in my throat the moment I feel the softest flutter of lips over the skin at my neck. I swallow thickly, blinking up at the sky that is now blazing in a fiery orange degrading into soft midnight blues.

What in the world does he think he's doing?

"Y—Yoongi?" I breathe, unsure whether I should say more. Did he just—

I feel it again. Another softest pressure of lips against my neck, closer to my jaw this time. I tense up automatically, arms trying to entangle themselves from his grip, but he only tightens his hold.

"Yoongi—"

All attempts of escape seem futile when the man starts a slow path of warm pecks up the curve of my neck, ghosting over my jaw, each kiss leaving hot trails of warmth in their wake. Tingles shoot up and down my spine at the contact. Unconsciously, my back arches into him and as a response his body just slides in-between my legs, causing a soft gasp to fall from my lips.

His mouth then moves to my jaw, pressing kiss after kiss that causes my heart to stutter and pause as though it's a car that can't function properly, as though the rest of the world has fallen away with only Yoongi and I left. For a moment, if I close my eyes for long enough, I can imagine that he's mine and just mine.

When he finally pulls back far enough to look into my eyes, I'm surprised at the tenderness I find lingering in those inky pools of black, mixed in with a passion that causes another wave of butterflies to erupt through my chest.

"I don't want her," he murmurs for the third time, voice hoarse and so deep that it takes a moment for my brain to register what he's saying, "I want you."

The next thing I know, his lips are crashing down onto mine.

He cuts off any responding words lingering on the edge of my tongue, cupping my mouth with his in such a passionate embrace that I almost forget how to breathe. I kiss back after a slight beat of hesitation and a purr resounds from his throat, before his mouth latches onto mine and practically sweeps me off my feet. His hands slowly slide down, one of them cupping my face to gain more access, slanting his lips more intimately against mine, while his other hand trails down to wrap around my waist in a way that would've made any decent lady blush.

Nevermind that we're in the middle of the training grounds and visible to any outsider eye, nevermind that we're both sweaty and lying in dirt as we kiss and move against each other like fish gliding through water. Nothing matters in this moment, except for Yoongi's lips and the fire that's slowly building inside my stomach as my arms wrap around his neck to pull him even closer.

His tongue flickers out then, the tiniest movement against my lips which I instantly part for him in a silent gasp, his hand at my hip squeezing in anticipation while his wet muscle slowly induces mine in a soft, sensual massage that only causes me to moan softly without meaning to. My hands unconsciously tightening their hold, I allow my fingers to trail up, tugging at his locks. Yoongi grunts in response, shifting even closer so that we're separated by nothing but the lightest layer of clothes.

When we finally break apart, I take this chance to gasp for air and regain my breathing, mind still reeling from our earlier contact as I feel Yoongi's mouth travel over my jaw and pepper it with soft kisses that causes desire to curl through my chest.

"Yoongi," I manage to breathe out in-between his littering of kisses that find their way down my neck, "what are--what are we doing?"

He lets out a small grunt, before he lifts his head and gazes at me through heavy eyelids filled with desire, "what we should've done ages ago."

I stare at him. My mouth opens, then closes when I realize my brain is trying to piece together any form of coherence. Though that seems to be useless in duch a situation.

I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I barely notice Yoongi's hand reaching out to trail his thumb over my cheekbone. My eyes lift to find his swirling with a tenderness, a fragile sort of affection, one that makes my heart squeeze in delight.

"I--We can't," I say weakly, though my heart is screaming at me in indignance.

"I know," he presses his lips together for a moment, pinning me down with those dark eyes, "but I'm done playing King. I'm telling you this, as Min Yoongi. I want you, no one else."

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clonecaptains · 5 years

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hello love! I have a request and I was wondering if you could write a hop x reader in which they’ve always been in love with each other but are too timid to say something and so reader leaves town but comes back and they don’t waste any more time in being together??? if you don’t want to write it it’s alright I completely understand but still thank you!

hi anon!! omg i’m sorry im just now getting to this! and i tweaked the prompt juuuuuuuust a little. this was so fun to write i hope you enjoy~

rated: m for some sexy times

5k words

Looking out your living room window, you see his lights are still on. You even see his silhouette move past his small kitchen window. You told yourself not to go over, not to make an excuse this time.

You moved into this cabin 4 months ago. And for a good solid month you pined for him, watching him through the window across the way like Gatsby and the green light.

It was after that first month that something went wrong with your hot water heater, and he was the only one around to help. Mustering up your courage and spraying a little extra perfume - you walked right over to Jim Hopper’s cabin.

It might have been easier if you were strangers, and he just happened to be the handsome neighbor next door. But that would be too simple. No, you’ve been in love with Hopper since the 5th grade.

Silently for years you pined after him, your crush growing to love, and that love to an ache.

In middle school you watched him be silly like boys are. In high school you watched him flirt and date most of the girls at school at some point, but not you. You were never on his radar, which was partially your fault. You never put yourself out there for him to notice. You barely spoke to him.

It’s a cherished memory thinking of your senior year when you sat behind him in Mrs. Walsh’s English class. His shoulders even then were broad. He asked you for a pencil once when his was lost. And occasionally he’d pass a paper back to you when papers were passed. You might have touched his hand a couple times, and then that was enough.

Then Jim got married, and left for Vietnam. And you couldn’t decide which was worse. He came home to Hawkins briefly - then he and Diane moved to New York with their young daughter. It hurt to see him go, and to see him with a family, the family you felt should be yours. And you liked Diane. She was a friend of yours in school.

When Hopper moved, so did you. There was absolutely nothing here for you. Not that you really had hope he’d leave his wife and sweep you off your feet. And you didn’t want that, you wanted nothing but happiness for him. Even if it meant the sacrifice of your own happiness.

So you moved, got a job in the city. And for a few years, that’s what you did. But you forgot to settle down with someone. It never really crossed your mind. You had little crushes here and there, and maybe went on a couple dates but you were fine on your own.

One day though, out of the clear blue you were fired from your job. They were downsizing and you got the short stick. You apartment lease was almost up, so you decided to pick back up and move back to Hawkins.

There weren’t many options, which didn’t suprise you. But you found a cozy little cabin on the edge of the woods. It was homey and different and you moved in unaware Hopper was next door.

You reconnected with an old friend when you moved back, and she told you at lunch the news you weren’t ready to hear.

That Hopper lost his daughter, and his wife left him. It was like a punch to the gut. You felt sick, to know someone you cared for so deeply had such pain in his life. Absolutely no part of you even considered you might have a chance with him now. All you could think was that jealousy you had was in vain, and you can’t imagine the pain and weight he carries.

Your friend also told you he’s the sheriff now, and panic flooded your veins when you realized you’d see his truck across the way in the driveway of your neighbor’s cabin. HIS cabin.

So for a month you waited.

Finally you got up the strength when your heater was busted. Scared out of your wits, and sick at your stomach, you knocked on his door.

You could have died when you saw him, it’s been at least ten years since you saw him last. He’s taller, broader, and he’s got a beard now. He still has those soft blue eyes, and gentle smile.

To your surprise, he lights up when he sees you, and says your name.

“Come in, come in!” he stands past the door to let you inside. You observe him, and his place and it’s all perfect.

A worn blue flannel is what he’s wearing, and some faded jeans. You notice a bright blue bracelet around his wrist and a watch on the other. His cabin is warm and lived in. It’s not tidy but it’s not messy either. It’s perfect.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d remember me!” you laugh embarrassed. What the hell are you supposed to even say to him right now.

“Mrs. Walsh’s English class right?” he offers you a beer, but you shake your head no.

“Yes! Wow! You have a good memory!” you know your cheeks are red but you can’t help it. “I’m sorry to bother you, but my hot water heater is broken, and my house is freezing. It’s so late I didn’t know what to do, and I knew you were here, so..”

“How did you know I was here?” he raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from his beer.

Your mouth hands open, embarrassed.

“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, “Let me get my jacket and tools and we’ll go check it out ok?”

He follows you over to your place, and you make light small talk. He fixes the heater rather quickly, but he stays and you catch up. You’re glad he did, and you imagine he’s lonely.

He darts around the subject, but since you already know about his daughter you don’t need to ask him.

From that night on, a friendship was born. A real one. Just about every single night, you’d go over to his house or he’d come over to yours. You kept each other company. It was nice.

For a while you were happy with it, not expecting anything. Even after he told you about the divorce and his daughter. You never ever wanted him to know about your crush, or that you still had one on him now. This time though was much worse. It wasn’t just admiring his shoulders and hoping he’d forget a pencil. Now it was you were in his house, and you were surrounded by all things him, and how you ached to have him touch you all over.

For three months this exchange went on. It wasn’t every night, but it was most nights.

Then came the change.

Last night, he asked you, “what do you want?” he said setting a beer down in front of you at his kitchen table. You took it this time, and took a swig.

“To get laid,” you answer bluntly. You don’t really mean for it to come out but it’s too late, “and other things ya know. I want to fall in love, get married. But I guess I just forgot to do those things.”

“You didn’t forget,” he tells you. And something about that look in his eyes tells you that he knows. “I can help you with one of those,” he shrugs and relishes in your dark blush.

“So that’s a no on falling in love then?” you tease.

“I think you already have that part covered.” He winces after he says it, you both seem to just be saying whatever comes to mind.

“How long?” you ask. Feeling really embarrassed now. You want to leave.

“Sweetheart,” his tone is gentle, “I’ve known for years. Since we were in school.”

You feel hot embarrassed tears well up in your eyes, and a pained look comes across his face. He didn’t mean to embarrass you, but you suppose it was bound to come out eventually.

“Did someone tell you?” you sniffle.

“I could just see it in your eyes, the way you smiled at me. Damn it sent me to my knees.”

“What?” you let out a soft gasp.

“Oh yeah,” he grins fondly, “I thought you were the cutest damn thing. I was a stupid kid, I didn’t want to embarrass or somethin’. I didn’t think I was worth your time. You were so sweet and I was smoking and getting blown in the school parking lot.”

Your cheeks are stained red, but there’s a smile on your face.

“I tried so hard not to embarrass you,” he laughs. “Nice goin’ Hop.”

That earns him a laugh, and there’s a twinkly in his eye.

He gives you a warm hug when you leave. It’s an apology for the embarrassment, and for the years of pining. He knows it wasn’t easy. The hug is everything you imagined. It felt right being in his big warm embrace. Strong arms held you tight, and he smelled so good.

On the way home, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. What happens know? It’s out in there air now. Does he care about you the same way? You know he cares but? Is it love? What if he’s only being nice because he knew about the crush?

Your mind is spinning and you can barely sleep that night.

So tonight - you have no idea what to do. You see him over in his kitchen, but you’re nervous to go over there. You don’t have a hope he’ll come over here, though he has plenty of times.

You start to pace in your own kitchen, you feel hot and anxious. It’s suddenly very real. If you don’t go, then maybe he’ll think you’re tell him no. But if you do go that’s a yes, and are you saying yes? Yes to what? You don’t even know but yes is the answer to whatever.

You don’t realize you’ve been saying this out loud until you hear a light tap on the door. You know the knock, and your heart jumps into your throat.

Swinging open the door, you see Hop - he looks like he always does. A gentle smile on his lips, and determination on his brow.

He steps inside without waiting for you, it’s an act of comfortableness in your presence. He goes right to his usual spot at the kitchen counter. Instead of sitting he leans, and you go into the kitchen to face him.

“So you said...yes is the answer...” he tugs at his bottom lip. He wants to say something you can tell, you know his mannerisms.

“I didn’t know I was talking out loud to myself!” you laugh only a little embarrassed. Somehow it’s better he’s here, your kitchen doesn’t seem as empty and he always helps you work out your problems. Now though he is the “problem.”

You reach for a coffee mug to pour him some coffee while he talks, you pause the pouring to listen when you hear him take a deep breath.

“So what would you say to....” he pauses, “what would you say if I said we should just get married.”

The coffee mug falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. He doesn’t even blink, and neither do you.

“I’m sorry?” you ask even though you know you heard him right the first time.

“You heard me,” he’s not moved, and you can tell he’s serious.

“Married?” you laugh. “We can’t get married!”

“Why not? Give me one reason. One.”

“Do you.... want me?” you’re afraid to ask and the words leave your lips trembling.

“Sweetheart, would I have asked if I didn’t?”

“Jim, damn it,” you swore, “don’t call me that unless you mean it.” Tears fill your eyes, gosh you want it. You want him. But you need to know. “You’re not just picking me because I’m available are you? Or that you know I’m head over heels in love with you? That I used to go to bed crying because I couldn’t have you?”

His expression is softer than you’d ever seen, and he looks serious. What if he is?

He moves around the counter into the kitchen area with you. Mug shards crunch and crack under his heavy boots. He backs you into a corner of the kitchen. His arms resting on the counter top on either side of you.

“Listen,” he looks down at your tear filled eyes. “Diane and Sara, that’s my old life. It’s gone. I’m not getting it back. Diane was right for me at that time, but you, you’re what I need right now. A few months ago, shit, I was so low. I’d drink myself to sleep, and lived on coffee. Then you come back into my life. And I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone look at me the way you do. You actually care, the string of women I had after Diane, they didn’t care. They just wanted a good fuck. Not once, not once have you demanded anything from me, other than what I have to give. But you make me want to do better. You make me want good things, and you baby, you are a great thing. I just didn’t realize when I was 18 years old. But I know now.”

By now you’re crying, and you bury your face into his chest. Your cries turn to sobs, and you just say “Yes” over and over. Laughing with relief that he got all that out, he kisses your forehead, and you nearly collapse. Luckily his arms are wrapped tight, and you couldn’t fall if you tried.

Slowly you pull away to look up at him. “You know, I used to imagine you proposing to me,” you laugh.

“That was exactly what you pictured wasn’t it?”

You laugh again and rest your head on his chest. “That was perfect.”

You stayed there in his arms for a few moments before you spoke again.

“Last night you said you could only offer me one of the things I wanted.”

“I know,” he hums. “After you went home I couldn’t stop thinking about you and us. And how I can’t imagine you not being in my life always. I won’t have to look out my window to wonder if you’re home. I was awake all night thinking about it.”

“Me too,” you tell him and look up into his face. His soft smile turns into a flirty one, and suddenly you’re shy in a good way, You wriggle out of his arms, and he lets you, only to catch you at the last second. He pulls you in for your first kiss with him. It’s almost more than you can take.

“When do you wanna get married?” his voice cracks from his sharp intake of breath. “Tomorrow? Take ya down to the courthouse, not very romantic but..”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been waiting since the 5th grade, I’m not waiting a day longer.”

The embrace breaks, Hopper is smiling fondly, and you’re overwhelmed. You’re doing your best to avoid is gaze by getting a broom to sweep up the shards of mug off the floor. He’s quick to help and he kneels with the dust pan to collect the pieces.

“So tomorrow,” he starts, and your heart jumps. This is really happening isn’t it? “I’ll get off work early and come get you then we’ll go down to the courthouse. Sound good?”

You flush and nod. Your smile gets bigger and bigger.

“5th grade huh?” he asks and pulls you to him. His large hand is on your hip, almost on your butt. His body is hard and warm against yours and you shudder, you know he felt it.

“Hop,” you whine, too much is happening.

“Let me kiss my fiancée one more time,” he purrs. His grip tightens and he pulls you closer to him. Your hands rest on his chest, and you’re trying to take it all in. You can feel his breath as he tilts your face upwards to meet his gaze. “I do want this you know. Something just seems right.” His voice drops to a whisper.

He hasn’t allowed himself this in so long. To open up to someone. You think maybe because you already know him so well, he’s already open to you, he just had to let you in.

Jim’s kiss starts off gentle, just a gentle press of his slightly chapped lips onto yours. Then the passion comes, and your head is spinning. His mouth moves and he pulls your lips between his. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you sigh into him - fingers clutching to his shirt.

Part of you wishes he would stay, take you back to your bedroom right now. And he almost does - but you need time to process all this information. You pull away gasping, he’s quite pleased with how you look right now.

“I better go,” he wants to really tidy up before tomorrow. “Big day,” he says. Almost more to himself than to you.

You nod, and give him a kiss on the cheek goodnight. He kisses you gently on the lips once more, and then your forehead. Then he’s out the door. You watch him go until he disappears into his yard. His hands in his pockets, breath visible in the cool air. That’s the last time you’ll see him leave your house, because from now on you’ll be together.

Your nightly routine goes on as usual, and it’s an odd feeling knowing that your night routine will never be the same again. It’s not until you climb into bed that you feel your underwear is damp. Then suddenly it hits you, and you sit upright in the bed with a gasp. So much had been going through your head that it didn’t even occur to you tomorrow night you’d be having sex, with your new husband, Jim Hopper. Earlier you wanted him to take you back to your bed - but hell you’d thought that plenty of times when he came over. You have no idea why it just now clicked.

Now panicked with nerves, you jump up and get in the shower. You just shaved your legs the other day but you gotta again now. You wash your body more times than necessary, and scrub yourself clean.

When you go to bed again, you laugh at yourself. His kiss had aroused you, and your panic set you off to take a shower. It was almost 1 am now. You really need sleep - you still have work tomorrow.

It takes you ages before your mind finally allows you to sleep. About a million and one questions crossed into your head before you drifted off.

Your morning alarm gives you a heart attack, and you run into the bathroom and feel like you’re going to be sick. All this excitement has you wound up.

Since he’s going to pick you up from work, you decide on a simple dress. It’s one you rarely wear, but it’s not uncommon for you to wear it to work.

Another thought strikes you, what will your coworkers say? When they see a wedding ring on your finger? Because as of yesterday you weren’t even dating. And did Jim have a ring for you? Would he have one?

More questions almost make you late for work. The day feels so strange. Nerves, and excitement and more questions all on are you mind.

When you see Jim, finally, through the window, your heart skips. And when he sees you, he has the biggest grin on his face. So much so that some of your other coworkers are a little confused at the look he gives you. Ignoring them, you take his arm and walk with him to his truck.

“Hi,” he smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“It’s not what I pictured for my wedding day, but it’ll do.”

“I’m not talking about the dress - it is beautiful, but I was talking about your smile. Your face just lit up.” Pink tinges his own cheeks as he gives the compliment. You’re like teenagers learning how to date, and yet here you are on the way to get married.

It’s a pretty simple thing, you sign a few documents and it’s a done deal. You’re married. But something as simple as signing those documents with him is special. His eyes are soft, and your heart is fluttering.

It’s funny to you, from what you’ve learned from Jim over the last few months. He didn’t strike you as the type itching to get married again. He even said, he wouldn’t mind sleeping with you - but marriage wasn’t on the table. Or even love. But here you are. It warmed your heart to know that you filled him with that want, and even if he is getting married because you want to - he’s happy to. He had a huge grin on his face the whole time.

When you leave the courthouse, Hop helps you up into his truck - and he leans in to give you a kiss. He whispers “Mrs. Hopper,” and the words ghost across your lips.

None of this feels real. And you can’t help but wonder if this is some dream.

“What are you thinking, baby?” his voices tears you from your thoughts. You haven’t gotten used to the nicknames either. For years you wanted to be the receiver of one of his pet names.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you smile at him. You scoot closer to him in the seat of the truck.

“Believe it sweetheart. We’re legal now.”

His hand loops with yours and you feel the warmth of his skin. It is real, and you never thought this would happen.

He pulls into his driveway, and jogs around to the other side to open the door for you.

“Gotta carry ya inside ya know,” he grins and slips his arms around you. You can’t help but laugh as he carries you to the front door. “Shit,” he laughs remembering he has to unlock the door. You’re both in a fit of giggles and he unlocks the door and carries you in.

You gasp when you see what’s inside. The lights are dim, there’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the kitchen table. In front of the flowers are two small boxes. And you smell food in the oven.

“When did you do all this?” you gasp taking a look around.

“I didn’t go to work today,” he grinned sheepishly.

“Then why-?” you motioned at him wearing his uniform.

“I know you like it,” he shrugs. He’s already starting in on the teasing. He’s been playfully teasing you this past few months, but now it’s got a romantic edge.

Jim walks over to the little table, and hands you one of the small boxes. Inside is a gold ring - very simple just a gold band. It looks too big for you. You look up at him, and smiles offering you his left hand. You smile catching on, and slide the ring onto his finger.

“I think I probably should have given you yours first, but I wanted to save it,” he tells you taking out the ring from the other box. He takes you hand, and gives the back of your hand a kiss before he slides the ring onto your finger. You gasp, it’s truly beautiful and it’s what you always wanted.

“How did you know?”

“Just seemed like you,” he admitted, then turned to fix your plates for dinner.

The meal was delicious, and it brought you comfort. This is what the two of you had been doing for the past few months. It was comfortable and familiar.

“I was thinking maybe this weekend we could start bringing your things over here?” he asks but it was more of a statement. His cabin was small, but yours was smaller. It was perfect for one person, and you like his place better anyways.

“Jim?” you ask suddenly.

“Hmm?” he looks up from his plate. It’s almost empty.

“What if I’m not-”

He held up a hand to stop you - “don’t. Honey, don’t.” He shakes his head. “C’mere.” he motions for you, and your knees wobble when you stand.

You go to his spread arms, “I want you in my life, always.”

You nod, tears in your eyes, “I think I’m just a little nervous,” you laugh wiping away a tear.

“It’s ok,” he assures.

You finish up supper with him telling some story that gets you laughing. He then guides you to the couch, where he pops in a movie. Again, more comfort as this was familiar behavior.

His next move is not so familiar, and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. It’s not ten minutes into the movie before he moves his arm from around you to rest on your thigh. You feel the heat from his hand burn, but you feel your body warming.

You don’t dare stop him as he slides his hand up your thigh, pushing the dress up with it. You’re breathing a little heavier now, and he checks that you’re ok. You nod for him to keep going, and his finger touches your center over your panties. Your gasp is sharp, and you grab his hand on impulse.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. You want to feel his skin on yours.

“I need a second,” you laugh - you’re feeling embarrassed.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” he tells you and kisses your cheek warmly.

“Can we...go to the bedroom? I don’t want to do this out here.”

Hop stands, and offers you his hand. He cradles your head with his hands, “I know this is all new. And it’s just hitting me - this is your first time yeah?”

You nod.

He nods back, he’s very casual. “Alright.” Is all he says, but you know he’s not worried or shocked. You’re actually ok, you thought you’d be wracked with nerves. You are jittery, and you feel a bit anxious - but you’ve waited a long time for this. You trust this man with your life, and everything really tonight has felt like it has for the past few months. It’s all been comfortable.

And that’s his goal for tonight, to make you as comfortable as possible. He kisses you for a long time, just on your lips and jaw and neck until you’re groaning. He then moves behind you and unzips your dress. He kisses the back of your neck, and drags his lips across your shoulders. The dress pools around your feet, and you shiver feeling exposed.

Next he unhooks your bra, and when it falls, he wraps his arms around you and cups your breasts in his hands, still kissing your neck. When your knees buckle, he chuckles against your skin.

“Be honest,” he purrs as he massages your breasts. “How many times have you thought about this?” he teases.

“Too many to count,” you groan. You playfully elbow him in his stomach.

“Ok ok to be fair, I’ve thought about this a lot too.”

He then slips his hand in your underwear, and continues what he started earlier. You almost fall at the much needed contact, and he has a tight grip on you. He pulls back before you come, and you both finish getting undressed. You barely have time to look at him, before he’s pushing you on your back and climbing in between your legs.

You wince thinking he’s going to take you now, and he shushes you softly.

“Hey hey, I’m not that kinda guy,” he kisses your chin. “I want you all worked up and wet for me.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, “I know, just nerves.”

He smiles at your apology, and kisses your neck. He moves down your body with wandering hands and warm lips. He sucks on your breasts and nipples like a man starved. His thumbs tease, and his hands squeeze. You feel like you could come from his attention to your chest alone.

With large hands his spreads you legs, and you let him willingly. The first touch of his mouth on your flesh has you shouting. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he learns your sensitive spots quickly. You’re coming on his tongue in mere moments when he decides he wants you to come. He teased you to the edge then pulled back several times.

When he deems you ready, and when you feel that need again, he lines himself up with your entrance. His arms are on either side of you, and your legs are wrapped around him, your arms around his neck and shoulders. You feel his chest hair tickling your chest, and his whole front his pressed to yours. Sweat is sticking you together, and you love it. His tip is just at your entrance, and he looks at you with his big blue eyes. This is the moment. One you’ve thought about for years, you’ve dreamed of it, you’ve shoved your hand in your pants thinking about it. You’ve cried thinking you’ll never have it. And here you are.

You nod, and you can’t help the tears from falling. He kisses them off your cheeks, and he pushes inside slowly.

“Oh,” is all you can say and you forget to breathe.

“Darlin’,” he huffs out a breath, “you gotta relax for me. Breathe.” He’s straining. It’s been awhile since he’s been with a woman who needs it slow.

You take a deep breath, and relax a little more. “Good girl,” he praises and kisses your lips. At the pet name, you clench around him and he groans.

“Oh shit, did I just make a discovery?” he quirks a brow at you, and you blush.

His lips find your neck, and he moves under your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” he purrs and you shiver. He pushes deeper, and starts to move. It takes him a moment to get a rhythm, he’s letting you adjust to him. When he finds that spot inside you, he keeps up that pace.

“Jim,” you cry and dig your nails into his back. “I’m almost there.”

“I know baby, I can feel it.” A few more then you’re coming around him, which then triggers his own. You writhe and wriggle under him at all the new sensations.

You laugh and hug him to you when he collapses against you. .

“How did I do?” you ask teasing, raking your fingers through his hair.

“Baby you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your skin.

The rest of the night is quiet and romantic. You take warm shower together before bed. And you get a first taste of that new nightly routine.

When you climb into bed with him for sleep, that’s one of your favorite moments of the night. To see him so sleepy, and that look of love in his eyes. He’s tired, and it’s not long before he falls asleep. But before he does, a whispered, “I love you,” escapes his lips.

You sigh and snuggle into his arms. When you used to dream of Jim Hopper, it wasn’t exactly like this, it’s even better. It’s exactly what you need, and that’s what matters.

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Unicorn Emergency (TF Series, Chris x Zig)

So, it’s time for my second and last request for the Creative October Challenge hosted by @playchoicesficidea 🍂

This fanfic was requested by @andi-the-cat and sees Chris and Zig dealing with an unexpected...unicorn emergency. I tried to make it light-hearted and funny as requested: hope I made it right! Since I headcanon that Chris and Zig shared a rather secretive and complex relationship which took a while to blossom (see When We Were Young), there are hints of romance here, not full PSA.

Prompt: Unicorn

Word Count: 1526

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @kamilahmykween @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco @gayestchoices @embarrassingsmartphonegame @strangerofbraidwood @wrath-gutierrez

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"Crap!"

The sudden exclamation startled Zig as he was folding his football uniform before putting it back into the locker. Luckily, he didn't jump: instead, he turned and saw Chris froze in place a few steps away, gaping at the screen of the smartphone in his hands.

"What's up, man? You okay?" Zig asked, raising an eyebrow.

It took a moment to Captain Powell to notice his teammate giving him a quizzical look. He swallowed hard and started typing frantically on the keyboard.

"Yeah...I mean, no, it's..."

He pressed the send button and groaned.

"I think I messed up big time"

"Okay, let's hear what happened" Zig said in the most concealing tone to hide the shadow of concern rising inside him.

"Spill the beans, Captain. Maybe I can help" he added, reassuringly squeezing Chris' shoulder.

Chris met his eyes and grimaced. He hesitated and hung his head in frustration: he couldn't believe that a thing like that could ever happen. Not to him, not after all he had done, not with all the love he had inside him.

In the end, he sighed deeply and spoke.

"I...forgot my sister's birthday"

The look on Chris's face was so miserable that it almost hurt to see. Zig offered him a sympathetic smile.

"Well, technically you didn't, man: you remembered just now"

"Yeah, because my mom texted me they're waiting for me at home this weekend for the birthday party"

Seeing that Chris was starting to beating himself down again, Zig put his hands on his shoulders and waited until the forlorn captain looked back to him.

"No, no, no: don't do this to yourself. You're not the worst big brother on Earth, you were just a busy brother: a big match coming up, exam prep, promotion of the second chance scholarship-"

"But still-"

"When was her birthday?"

"Yesterday" Chris winced.

"Yesterday it's not that far away, you can call her tonight and apologize"

"She won't understand, she's nine, Zig: the only thing she will remember will be how her brother forgot about her on her special day"

This was getting nowhere. Zig opened his mouth but Chris spoke again.

"And I even forgot to buy her a present, the present she asked long ago" he added grimly.

"It's Thursday afternoon, you can still get it. Tell you what, I'll come with you. What did she ask for?"

A weak smile appeared on Chris' lips.

"Ehm...a unicorn onesie"

Zig blinked and chuckled.

"AJ? Are you sure we're talking of the same person?"

"I know, right? And it was meant to be a secret: she would kill me for sharing this 'weakness' of her. She's a tough girl"

"To put it mildly!"

The two of them shared a quick laugh then Zig patted Chris' back and put on his signature smile.

"Okay, let's go get this unicorn onesie for the badass girl"

"Like now?" Chris gaped.

"Yup. Chop chop, Captain: the secret gift won't buy himself!" he winked, picking up his bag --------------------------------------------

A couple of hours and several failed trips to malls later, they stood in front of the entrance of a costume shop fifteen minutes before closing time.

"Worth trying: Fortune favors the bold, isn't what they say?" Zig shrugged and they both entered, hoping that it would be the lucky call.

Feeling anxiety and concern growing inside me, Chris made a beeline to the counter where a visibly bored girl who was making a big show of chewing a gum as texting on her phone.

"Hi there! Sorry, it's a bit of an emergency as funny as it may sound but can you help me?" he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he could.

The girl sighed and raised her eyes from the phone but said nothing. She just kept chewing her gum.

"Okay, hm...I was wondering if you have unicorn onesies fo-"

The girl rolled her eyes and burst into laughter.

"Why don't you try a sexy firefighter costume instead? I bet it suits you better: you work out a lot, don't you?" she giggled, winking at his Hartfeld Knights hoodie.

"What? Oh no, it's not for me!" Chris quickly said, blushing a little.

At that very moment, Zig arrived and stopped by his side, looking quizzically between him and the girl...who immediately covered her mouth with a hand.

"Oh sorry, sweetheart! I didn't get it...apologies!" she said, shaking her head.

Then she addressed Chris again, a smile on her lips.

"Central aisle till the end, than turn right and right again. That's where adult costumes are"

"Adult costum-" Chris and Zig choked at unison.

"Even though I still think you guys should try the sexy firefighter ones too" she added and leaned a bit closer to whisper. "They really help to spice things up, if you know what I mean"

Zig barely stifled a nervous laughter clearing his throat as Chris turned another shade of red.

"Actually I'm not looking for...adult costumes. It's for my sister, she's nine...you see"

The girl gave him a lingering gaze than put her phone back on the counter and nodded understandingly. After a moment she reached across the counter and took Chris hands' into hers.

"It's okay, sweetie, you don't need to be ashamed of it. You must have suffered a lot, poor thing but who cares if you're into the football team and gay at the same time! You're totally entitled to love your boyfriend here" she gestured at Zig, entering her passionate speech mode. "..and unicorn onesies too! We live in a very mean world but don't let the bastards grind you down, okay? It's totally fine and you are a beautiful human being. You two are a beautiful couple and my heart is full of love for you. Jenna here is totally rooting for you"

That said, she pulled him into a tight swaying hug.

Zig stifled another laugh at the awkward "support gay rights" speech of the oblivious girl. He didn't linger on the thoughts those words suggested, a scenario he had pictured himself not long ago but clearly impossible. So he went to the rescue of speechless gaping Chris patting the back of the girl's back.

"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say but...we're not a couple and it's truly a birthday gift for his sister"

However still not fully convinced, the girl redirected them to the children costume area, adding that sadly there were very few unicorn onesies left. She probably meant to perorate her cause more but refrained as the guys sped up to the children aisle.

"Worst idea EVER!" a flustered Chris commented, heading towards the "kids costumes" sign. "Remind me not to set foot here EVER again"

"How come? The lady there was just lovely" Zig chuckled, following in tow.

"Oh that's for sure but I will die of shame I guess"

Zig decided not to read too much into that answer: would Chris really be ashamed of having a boyfriend? He had been very understanding and supportive with Zack, Kaitlyn and Hayley but...you never know. Would a kiss from a boy upset him?

He decided to keep up the jolly bantering and let that train of thoughts sink. As they turned left, finally surrounded by Halloween kids costumes, he grabbed Chris' chin and shook it playfully.

"You don't have to be ashamed, didn't you hear the lady, man?"

Chris laughed and cute dimples formed at the corner of his mouth, almost taking Zig's breath away.

"And...you would be cute even a unicorn onesie"

The words slipped out of his mouth, making his cheeks turn slightly pink. Internally cursing himself, Zig diverted his eyes and added:

"Don't take in a bad way, I mean-"

"Well, good to know I have other options outside the sexy firefighter thing" Chris laughed shyly, smiling quickly before scanning the kids costumes.

"Found anything good?" Zig asked after a moment, trying to shaking off the last piece of conversation from his mind.

Chris nodded and turning showing two onesies.

"These might do: they look like pajamas, don't they?"

"Yeah, you're right. Which one will you go with?"

Chris looked down at the two options.

"I can't really see AJ with the purple one, better stick with the classics, what do you think?"

"Sounds safe, knowing AJ" Zig agreed.

They hurried to the counter again and paid. As they walked out of the closing shop, Chris' phone started beeping.

"It's mom. Better answer this, I might get a chance to talk to AJ and apologize for yesterday" the captain said, an apologetic look in his bright eyes. "Sorry Zig..."

"No apologies needed, Cap" Zig shrugged.

"Just omit the part about adult costumes shopping and she will be fine" he added, playfully patting Chris' back and flashing one of his signature smirks.

"Dork!" Chris shook his head and pressed the answer button.

"See you tomorrow, Sexy Firefighter" Zig waved at him on his way to the nearest bus stop.

Chris chuckled...when a voice resonated in his ear.

"Who's a sexy firefighter, love?"

His mother's voice followed by hearty laughter.

Chris winced: it would have been quite a long -and, knowing his mom, most embarassing- call home...

#october challenge #the freshman series #chris powell #zig ortega #chris x zig #playchoices #choices fanfic

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scenarihoes · 6 years

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Hi, odd request and I suck at explaining so write whatever you what on this, just need more of my bird boy here. Tokoyami having a crush on a support course student and he writes a edger Allen Poe/speakpeare sort of journal about his thoughts and has a page on his feelings for her and compares her to the Greek goddesses athena and Persephone. Just being a real sappy boi and his crush somehow finds out about this and they sit on his bed while she reads it and he is just absolutely dying. (Sorry)

CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

nights in white satin

tokoyami fumikage // reader

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Fingers drag over satin bedsheet, hair and feather splayed over the surface. Unlike you, content albeit abashed with a notebook caught between your fingers, Tokoyami feels like his heart may truly leap from his chest. Everytime he watches your eyes scan the lines of text his pulse grows just a bit quicker- anxiety, anticipation. With the words you read written from the very pencils bound by his hands, he may as well be naked before you. He feels exposed- but he’s unsure if it’s uncomfortably so.

She is Athena

The first line read, scribbled, hasty.

Courage, wisdom, time and strength

and to whom do I owe the thanks

of placing her beside me, of planting her feet to the soil

rooting and blooming inside me, within this beating heart

and within this empty chest concaved to build a garden

in its wake, and to turn tragedy, to beauty.

Rib to vine, just as fear to growth.

Although he feels like he should say something to burst the heavy silence, he does not. He can’t bring himself just yet; you aren’t done reading. Instead he decides to wait until the cue is given. Like a statue, he lays beside you and swallows hard.

A soft, gentle sigh escapes your lips and he makes his stomach do flips. Your free hand points a finger at the lines you read along with internally.

“I like this one,” You murmur happily. “Do you really think of me like that?”

Quickly he glances at the line in question.

If she is not Athena, than she is Persephone

and I shall be Hades.

Once again a harsh swallow forced Tokoyami’s throat to constrict. His mouth feels like it’s full of cotton- he clears his throat and says, “...Yes.”

You smile. Cute. Silence as you drag your finger along the pages of scribbled words upon the notebooks worn paper.

I will bleed pomegranates dry on her tongue, sprawl the flowers in her crown

In her mane and upon her cheeks

and I will let her breathe a new life into me

One of color

Of trust and lacking in dripping decadence.

“You have such a beautiful way of words.” The ends of your sentence are dulled with an exhale. Even though the bedroom is dark, only lit by the dullness of his candles, he doesn’t need to lay eyes upon your expression to understand your benevolence. The warmth in your tone makes his stomach stir in a sort of delight he hadn’t anticipated before.

From the very moment you’d asked him if you could explore the poetry he’s written, you in mind and muse, he’d felt like he was drowned by emotion. Tenacity, anxiety, affection. Even if you hated the poems he knew you well enough to know that those malicious thoughts would never see the light of day. It comforts him just as much as it makes him cautious.

His words had always been the largest part of himself. Poetry lay at his core, watchful eyes searching for muses. He always settled upon you- his favorite subject.

You flipped the page and he’s choking all over again.

“Can I read more?” You ask, and though he feels like there’s weight in his chest, he remembers the garden. Petals scratch the back of his throat.

“You may.”

How you can even read the messiness of his writing, he’ll have to spend the rest of his life guessing. Sometimes he writes so fast even he himself, the composer, cannot understand the scrawls of pencil on paper.

Dove and crow, a pitfall and pit full of feathers.

“I like that line, too. Am I the Dove?” Looking up at him, he’s sure if he wasn’t feathered in black you’d see the flush on his face. He nods once, and you giggle such a sweet laugh that he has to shut his eyes and relish in the sound. Not just cute, adorable. Astounding, staggering, breathtaking. A sound that he couldn’t go without hearing, again.

The gears in his mind grind- he can feel a new poem mapping out within his mind as you continue your quest through his recorded thoughts.

For the first time

I touch stars and I feel light

Eating and splitting and driving me into two,

Two halves of myself, a strike down the center

and For the first time,

I shine within the darkness. I beacon amongst the shadows,

and I do not see the monster shrouded in black,

But feathers.

Tufts of angelic white and a thousand shimmering halos

a thousand different raptures.

I see her and the outstretching of my arms, the unhinging of my jaws,

The golden blood bleeding from petal and thicket sewing me back to one.

For the first time,

even in the chaos,

I am whole.

Slowly, slowly, you turn to see him. He can feel the intimacy of your gaze, as well as he can sense the vulnerability. You look at him as he looks at you- the holder of everything. Star catcher, star eater, the center of such a great broad universe.

It’s then he realizes that this is a moment he could have never gone without. The fear urges him to look back and remember just how tenderly you look up at him with your finger still lingering at the final word of his poem.

“This is...” Your head turns forward, eyes scanning over the lines all over again. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

“It’s just-...” You swallow. “These are so beautiful, I-I don’t... Do you really think of me like this?”

Love swells in his chest. Carefully he reaches out and plucks the notebook from your hand, closes it and sets it on the empty space between him and the wall.

“All of that and more,” His voice is much steadier than he’d thought it would be. “I think of you as everything, and more.”

Your hands close around nothing. Rolling over to face him, you lay on your side, look up at him with awed eyes. The candles light paint them with spectacular hues.

“How do you come up with all that? Does it take a while?”

“Not usually. I often write just as the ideas come into my head.”

For a long moment, your eyes leave in him sudden contemplation. He reaches out and touches his hand to the side of your face and let’s his eyes fall halflidded when you look up at him warmly.

“...Can you come up with anything on the spot?”

Tokoyami’s eyes rewiden all over again. “Right now?”

You nod. “O-Only if you want to!”

It’s a lucky moment in history when he know’s exactly what to say. Since the moment you’d began reading he’d been building his lines in his head, waiting for the moment to write them down. He takes into account the words, the expressions, the lucidity of your eyes tracing his pensmanship so brutal even he the creator has troubles recreating the ideas in the depths of his mind.

His eyes soften as he pets your cheek. You still stare at him like you’re in trouble just for asking.

“Okay,” He takes in a breath, and begins.

“You’re the flower that outmatches the raging winds. Petals that bloom even without the rays of lights, thriving within the darkest depths and the most fearsome corners. With you, there is the light, and hope. All that touch you feel the dust of your pollen on their fingers, like moth to flame, like humankind to warmth. Even against the face of time and change you remain steady, a symbol of love, of kindness and bravery and shelter to those too afraid to face the light waiting for them.”

It’s flows from him without skipping a beat.

His eyes close, body going lax. Speaking the words out loud rather than writing them feels foreign on his tongue, but he welcomes the oddity.

“Out of this entire world, I consider myself the luckiest person to be at your side. You strike me as light strikes darkness, as good strikes not evil, but the lost.”

“You considered yourself lost, before you met me?” You ask in such a small voice.

“I considered myself not lost, but without. I hadn’t realized what I was missing before there was you. After the moment you were a presence in my life I felt drawn to you as night is drawn to day, always chasing. I was afraid, in the time before you approached me, that I would never understand what it meant to be a person within your life. Such a beautiful creation could never have been mine.” Tokoyami runs his hand through your hair and shuts his eyes. “I believed that I bound to nothing but darkness, but you’ve certainly convinced me otherwise.”

A hand catches his wrist and he peeks his eyes open, looks down to see your figners wrapped around him. You smile.

“I’m happy that I could convince you otherwise. You really are amazing, you know that?”

Tokoyami is frozen in his place for a moment, staring. Then, suddenly, he brings you close to him. He tucks your head underneath the feathers of his chin and feels content, he feels peace. You make happy sounds in the back of your throat and pet over his softness with soft hands.

He still isn’t sure who to thank exactly for allowing him such a blissful moment, such a person to welcome in his arms. His entire life spent jaded in such a casual way that only a watchful eye could see it, just for all those hard edges to grind and preen and erode until you could touch him without worry.

More poem worm their ways into his mind. They always will, until the ends of his time. He sighs sweetly againt the top fo your head and pets down the length of your back, feels you melt against him.

Just as light will always find the darkness, you will always find each other.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #imagine #scenario #tokoyami fumikage #x reader

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its-morphin-time-xiv · 5 years

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The Weight to carry on ==>

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Silence was all she heard.

It was all she wanted to hear, in all reality. The silence seemed deafening if but only for her as the faint roar of distant waterfalls reached the docks of the Lavender beds. A sullenly toned warm breeze fluttered past a lone woman that stood at the edge, leaning against the wooden railing that kept her from the lapping waters beyond.

Lips were tucked to the corner of her face as she tried to hold a steady breath, but her quivering heart fought against herself, chasing thoughts that her mind tried to bury down, if only just for a single night. Tired eyes drifted to her hands, the left gloved, the right bare, her mind trying to ignore what was missing along her right wrist… The Morpher…. It was gone.

[More under the cut!]

Her hand flexed, curling into a tight fist before letting go with a shuddering whisper, a curse. “...D-dammit...” With a tightening jaw, the woman brings her broken gaze up to the near midnight sky as fingers drift onto her bare wrist while her mind drifts into memories once again. Images float past, sights and sounds of the past few weeks hit her hard.

From the loss of her Morpher, the Red Ranger taking leave, and the breakup that shattered her heart more than she wanted to admit, her mind remained locked in an endless maelstrom of calamity. It seemed like she stumbled, stumbled and stumbled some more until she crashed into the ground. Her once head held high now laying in the dirt. It made her heart scream, teeth to bear she silently hisses between her teeth while her hands come to cover watery eyes. “Dammit… dammit… dammit..” Her voice came to a trembling and stifled sob while she stood there, hands moving to grip the sides of her head as if it’d stop her thoughts.

She fell… hard. She fell into a state that so few ever really managed to ever see. Something that she did when alone… and it was fall. There was a facade that everyone knew, that everyone saw and then, there was this.The lie. While, in truth, she managed her life as an Engineer and the rebuilding of Haven well enough… she also suffered.

One misstep after the other. It��s all she could think of, even after attending the crowded Sparrow’s concert with Nenet, and Solaire... it wasn’t enough to make her feel less alone. Her mind clung to the few times she smiled during the show, the acts, and her brief conversation with Zeraia that left her mind racing. She clung to those brief memories of the night before a voice washed away her thoughts.

“Mind if we join you?” A man’s voice asked gently in the evening sky, a faint honeyed tone that lingered on a more heavy body. It was… familiar… Too familiar.

“Aye.. thought ya’ like.. To see us.” Another voice came from the other side, his tone chipper, the smile thick yet gentle as the footsteps came closer. “Been’ae while.. Hasn’t it?” A hand comes to gently clap against the midlander’s back. When she looked to her right to see the man behind the voice, she was greeted with the loving smile Cassian always gave her. Moments hadn’t even passed before she moved, lurching to him to throw arms around her older brother’s neck to bury her face into his shoulder.

“Easeh, easeh there sis.” He chuckles some before wrapping his arms around her. “We’re right here.. Fo’real this time..”

“Aye, we’re here for you this time.” The other voice said, it was Arnor’s. His smile audible as his hand comes to rest along the woman’s back, rubbing gently while she were squeezed by the other.

It had been decades since the three siblings had been together for anything at all. Time and fate pulling the three siblings apart, the little sister to the skies and the twins across the shimmering seas below. Now, after so long, they had been finally reunited, if only under better circumstances. Their little sister was hurting, hurting in ways that they knew she needed to stand up from. As they held her, words began to spill from quivering lips of everything that had gone on. From the beginning of the Ancients arriving, the revival of the Rangers, the Network’s troubles, and lastly her own troubles.

“Hay’na.. No Morpher… But does that mean No You?” He paused. “No.” Cassian gently shook his head, thavnairian features showing a gentle smile in the soft glow of lantern and moonlight. “Wha’ is the Slater family motto, Bella? Wha’ is it?”

“.. Fall down s-seven times… Stand up.. Eight.” Their little sister’s voice came through weakly, fighting back a sniffle before going quiet again.

The twins let out gentle chuckles before letting go. “Aye.. there we go.. Still remember it aft’ all these years.”

“Good! Now.. you’ve gone and stumbled, fallen, even… more times than one should count.. But does that mean you give up now? Right here? Hells no. You get back up.”

“But… I-i. I’ve already failed them once... I don’t want to fail them all again.. I-i’m.. I’m supposed to be th’ Blue Ranger… But.. it seems like.. Every time I try, i get tossed aroun’.. Thrown to th’ ground and fail… I’m.. i’m no Ranger.. I’m no hero they need me as. I failed as th’ Blue Ranger.. Her Blue… Their blue. M’wrist is light withou’ th’ Morpher but I can still feel it there.. Like a sin o’ somethin’..” The smaller of the three, sniffled again as she were gently set down, sitting atop the railing as her Arnor, the biggest out of the three of them put a hand onto her shoulder.

“Bells, it’s.. Alright to be a failure.Everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be. A measure of a person, of a Hero, of a Ranger, is how well they succeed at being who they are.. ” Arnor’s words were soft, his usually boastful voice was soft, caring and low. “As a Ranger.. Like a leader, you will fail at some point, or points. Every Ranger does. At the point of failure.. It’s up to you to decide on how you let it impact you.”

“Will that weight on your wrist weight you down? Or is it going to be a weight you’d carry proudly? Will you bounce back and learn? Or.. tailspin like you are now but go even worse?” As Arnor spoke more, Cassian nods gently, stepping back to bring a finger to his ear, muttering off to the side, a gentle smile upon his face as he conversed with an unknown receiver.

“It’s up to you. Make the right one, Bells. You… you were created for grand things, I know it, Cassian knows it, Ma’ Da’, the Creator too. We all know you can do great and grand things, these friends of yours, The Network? They know it, we all do. Be the person who steps into their role as a Ranger, as a sister, and as a friend..” The highlander chuckles some, squeezing his sister’s shoulder once more. “... It may seem tough.. And you may not think you’re worthy enough anymore. You’ve made mistakes, poor choices hold ou back from seeing everything you were made for..”

“Stop thinking like that. You are worthy, are able and will be what you were meant to be. Okay? We may not have seen each other for twenty something years but… you’re still you.” While Arnor finished, Cassian gently strode up to his side, leaning against the railing to look between the two of them, a hand weaving through his buzzed short hair.

“Aye.. Lil’ brotha’s righ’... You know he is.. I do too, we all do. S’was why th’ public loves his face.” He snickers before letting a hand lightly punch Arnor’s shoulder. “Mmn.. Jus’ got off th’pearl with some mates of ours. Thems thinkin’ th’ same thing we were, Arno’.” Bella tilts her head some, while she looks over, a hand coming up to wipe away the fact she was teary eyed, sniffling quietly.

“Oh? Really now?” Arnor mused before looking to Belladonna with a gentle chuckle. “Guess it’s decided then. You’re coming back with us for a few suns. Cassian’s contacts at the Academy would like you to take some time with them.”

“Ye’ rememba’ your old trainin’ aye? Th’ trainin’ y’got after you had gone an’ went t’ be ‘Miss Ace Pilot’. It’s time t’ dust off daggers, put on y’scarf an’ get back t’ bein’ a trained Shinobi.. Thems thinkin’ it’s a good time fo’ a Ranger on hiatus t’ re-hone their martial skills. An’ well… it’s a good way t’ get back up int’ tha’ controlled mindset. C’mon eh?” Cassian smirks as he pushes off the railing to point down the docks to a small Ferry that’d lead back to Gridania.

“I’ll even carry you there on my back.” Arnor offered, turning to prepare himself with a chuckle. “I think it’s good for you. The Academy, I mean. Also this, but.. The Academy more. Learn to be who you are, again. Not who you’re supposed to be. We’ll start with a part of you that you haven’t been for quite a while. And then? We’ll see how you feel.”

Slowly, Bella wiggled her way off of the railing to hop onto the highlander’s back to be carried like a small opo-opo. Secured now, the man stands with a gentle grunt, looking back over his shoulder some. “...Did… did you somehow gain three hundred ponze?!” He fought back a grunt as he smiled, laughing through his teeth. “I don’t remember you being this heavy!”

“Oi! C’mon y’ tundra-roamin’ tart! She can’t possibly be -that- heavy!”

“You get your scrawny arse over here and try lifting her then!”

“Aaahr… Pass.”

“Coward!” Arnor called out with a smile on his face while he carried Bella on his back towards the ferry. He hums something to himself before looking behind him, over his shoulder to ask her a question only to see her eyes closed and her head against his back. She had fallen asleep, right then and there, ghostly trails along her cheeks were faded and dried tears that had been shed throughout the night. Some fresh, having partially dampened his shirt, some not. “Guess.. We’ll start when you wake up.” He mutters with a chuckle, stepping up to Cassian.

“We’ll get it all started when the sun rises… New day, a new dawn.”

“... Hate it when we ge’ all poetic..”

“You do it too.”

“... Paaahhh….. Shuddap…”

“Let’s get goin’.. eh?”

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sara-scribbles · 6 years

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My Partner (Part 5)

RK900/Detective!Reader Notes: Takes place a year after the end of DBH (best ending possible) Warnings: Mild swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

I’ve been busy with my job, so I haven’t had time to work on this. I plan to finish this, but updates will be slow. --------- A few months passed uneventfully. Well mostly uneventfully. Collin’s strange behavior on the day after you got sucker punched in the face continued. At first you thought it was a one time thing. However you noticed changes in his behavior occurring more frequently.

It was little things at first. He would hold open doors for you and allow you to enter first. He would sometimes pay you compliments like “good work” or “you did well today” at least once a day. Collin would sometimes bring you a new cup of coffee if you happen to be running low. Little things like this would seem normal for most people. However it was not normal for Collin as far as you knew him.

Things got even stranger when he stopped making remarks about your lack of abilities. Rather than reprimand you with a snide comment, he would offer advice on how to improve.

Then there was the touching. Collin wasn’t the physical type, unless it had to do with taking down suspects, but he seemed to be in contact with you more often. It was simple brushes of the hand when passing papers, or a gentle touch on your shoulder for a brief moment that often made you stop what you were doing. These simple touches sent your stomach aflutter and mind spinning.

You did not know how to bring up Collin’s strange behaviors up to him. You were not even sure if you should bring it up. You had let everything slide as you were not completely sure how to take it all in. A part of you wanted to demand an explanation from the android.

Another part of you just wanted to indulge in the change while it lasted because it made you feel something you had not felt in a long time. --------- Winter had settled in Detroit, and you hated it. Some people loved winter because of the snow and the coming holiday. You hated the snow as it meant you had to trudge through it for work. You would have to shovel out your car that the plows blocked in. Then the snow would get all mucky and sludgy, which made it even worse than before. The holiday season was just another day to spend with a family you did not have. It was another holiday you would spend alone while reminded that you did not have anyone to celebrate it with.

Though you told yourself you were use to being alone, you always felt a twinge of jealousy whenever you would hear about people’s plans. You smiled and laughed with others when they told you their family stories, but inside you wanted to be somewhere else. No one knew though, not even Hank. You did not want people to pity you nor did you want to drag others into your problems.

Hank spent the holidays alone, usually at a bar, after Cole’s death. However last year Hank had Connor to spend the holiday seasons with.

You knew Hank would gladly let you join him and Connor, but you did not want to intrude. You also did not want to explain to Hank why you had not told him sooner. You were not ready to open that wound just yet.

Maybe another time. --------- You immediately turned the radio off when you got into the car; the holiday tune that had assaulted your ears made you inwardly cringe. Ignoring Collin’s look, you settled into your seat. He started driving off to next destination for the case.

The silence that filled the ride stretched on for a while before you sighed. “What, Collin?”

Clearing his throat, the android kept his gaze forward. “You seemed to dislike the holiday music that was on. I thought all humans liked holiday music.”

“Not all humans do. I’m one of them,” you replied quickly.

He looked at you from the corner of his vision. “Is there a particular reason, Detective?”

“Why does there have to be a reason? I just don’t like them.” You huffed in annoyance.

“Your defensive tone says otherwise,” he pointed out.

You threw him a glare. “Just...leave it be, Collin.”

He was silent before answering. “If that’s what you want, Detective.”

There was another bout of silence between you two. The traffic was heavy so the car was currently at a stand still on the road. You stared out the window at the street shops. Each one was decorated for the holiday.

They were like a beacon light for those who needed to get shopping done. It had started snowing last week, so a good pile was already building up despite snow plows trying to take care of it.

You tore your eyes away from the window. “So Collin...”

“Yes?”

You chewed on your lower lip as you tried to find a good way to ask your question. “Is everything okay with you?”

“I’m in perfect working order, Detective,” he replied smoothly.

You turned to fully study him. “Well...you’ve been acting strange.” Your brows knitted together and you pursed your lips. “Maybe strange isn’t the right word. It’s more like you’ve been acting different. You’ve been more considerate of me and less...mean.”

Collin was silent as you watched him intently. You were looking for any signs of change in his face, though you knew you wouldn’t catch anything. His LED blinked a rapid yellow.

“I do not know what you mean, Detective,” he finally said. “Perhaps you are just imagining things. My behavior towards you has stayed the same.”

“Bull. Shit.” You glared at the side of his face.

He did not meet your gaze as he parked the car. You had not noticed that you had arrived at your destination. Collin shut the engine off and was about to get out, when you grabbed his upper arm to stop him.

“Detective, we do not have time fo-”

“We have plenty of time,” you cut in. Your grip tightened on his arm, though you both knew Collin could easily break your hold.

He flashed you a look of annoyance before he settled back in the seat. “Fine, Detective. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

You released your hold on his arm. “For starters, your change in behavior has been throwing me for a loop. You wanna explain that?”

“I would have thought you would like the change in attitude. I’m no longer a “jerk” as you said before.” A small smirk formed on his face at the groan that escaped your lips.

You rolled your eyes. “I do appreciate the lack of snide comments on my inability to do things. I guess I just wanted to know why the sudden change?”

His mouth pressed into a thin line. His LED continued to blink yellow. He seemed to be weighing something as he looked at you. You had to look away from his intense stare as it felt like he could see into your very soul.

He sighed. “You,” he said quietly.

You blinked. “Excuse me?” You were confused.

“You asked why the sudden change. It’s because of you.” His posture sagged as if he suddenly had nothing to hold him up. Collin was usually sat and stood upright, but seeing him slouch back in the seat made your heart twinge. It was as if he had given up.

“I-I don’t understand, Collin,” you murmured. You did not know how to respond to his statement.

“You’re human and have many flaws. You can be too loud and brash at times. You always have to make comments on my behavior. You’re thin skinned when it comes to my criticism. Though you think you’re strong, you’re actually fragile. I found you a nuisance and a hindrance to the case.” He paused.

You were wondering where he was going with everything. So far he had just insulted you in almost everything. Collin smirked in amusement at the dark look you were giving him.

He continued. “You’re also kind to fault. You willingly accept people regardless of who they are or what they are. You have a quick wit and a smart mouth. You’re intelligent but humble about your knowledge. You don’t think you’re better than others; you even see yourself as less than some. I’ve found you to be...invaluable.”

You blinked owlishly at him as he smiled at you. It was a soft smile. A smile filled with wonder and care. Your heart pounded in your chest and your cheeks burned at the compliment. The sincerity in his voice sent a warm feeling down your spine.

You looked away. “Well...that was...was...enlightening.”

A low chuckle escaped his mouth. Your head whipped back to him and you stared. It was the first time you had heard a laugh like that. Usually his laughs were cold and held no real emotion. This small laugh was filled with amusement and warmth.

“You...laughed…” You stared in surprise. His laugh was nice.

He shook his head. “Only you would be embarrassed by the truth. You’re a wonder, [First name].”

Collin reached out and brushed a stray hair out of your face. You sat there frozen as he cupped the side of your face. His thumb brushed against your your cheek in a slow motion as he stared at you intensely. His gaze traveled over your face and down until they stopped at your lips. With half lidded eyes he stared at your lips

You swallowed nervously and unconsciously licked your lips. They felt dry. Collin’s eyes followed the sweep of your tongue and seemed to darken. He leaned in closer. You were holding your breath in anticipation. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest.

His mouth was a few inches away from your own when he stopped. Then he pulled back and dropped his hand from your face. Sitting back, he straightened his shoulders and adjusted his jacket.

“We should get going, Detective.” He got out of the car without waiting for a response.

You let out the breath you were holding in a loud gasp. Your face felt like it was on fire, and your heart was beating wildly. You looked out the driver side window at Collin’s retreating figure. He did not wait as he went into the building.

Both hands came up to cover your face. You weren’t completely sure what had just occurred. A part of you just wanted to pretend it never happened. Another part, a stronger one, wanted to march over to Collin and finish what he started. A different part of you could not believe that Collin had almost kissed you, and you wanted him to do it.

You took a few calming breaths, willing yourself to get yourself together. You needed to focus on the job at hand. Later you could think about what had almost happened.

As you got out of the car, you continued to mutter under your breath, “I’m not attracted to him. I’m not attracted to him.” --------- Tag: @john-fuck-yes-seed @the-mosquito-you-find-at-2am @aya-fay @94hgh

#scenario #detroit become human #dbh #dbh imagine #dbh rk900

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: Rooftop Addictions (part 1) For fun discord sprint time prompt: Shotgunning and Rating: T Word Count: 4,509 AO3 Summary: As the student council president, it is up to Ignis to enforce the rules at school. However one student in particular doesn't want to listen to him, especially when she's claimed the roof as the best smoking spot on campus.

Full fic under the the cut!!

For the past week, Ignis had seen small trails of smoke gently floating off of the roof, dissipating into the air. And to say it bothered him was a large understatement.

As the student council president, it was Ignis' job to not only keep the school safe, but to enforce the many rules the school had in check for student safety. And while he didn't think this delinquent was going to die on the roof anytime soon, smoking was not only hazardous to one's health, but wasn't allowed on school property. Additionally, no one was allowed on the roof after school hours.

So Ignis had taken it upon himself to catch this rule breaker. Though it wasn't as easy as it looked.

Everyday after classes were complete, he would wait to see the smoke. Immediately making his way to the roof, he would rush to catch the culprit. Only every time he made it there, no one had been present, much to his frustration and dismay.

He would swing the door open, and glance around the roof, only to find the premise completely vacated. How was this person so fast?

"Alright," Gladio huffed during their lunch break, poking Ignis on the arm. "Out with it. You look more uptight than usual." Normally, Gladio was his partner in crime. People were terrified of the larger boy, and so they listened when Ignis threatened a punishment with Gladio standing at his side. However, Gladio had a kendo tournament coming up, which meant he spent all his free time practicing.

Ignis sighed. "I've been dealing with a problem student."

"A problem student?"

"Yes," Ignis said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Someone has been smoking on the roof after school, and every time I go up there to catch them, they're already gone. It has been going on for about a week now. On top of smoking on the school campus being illegal, nobody is supposed to be on the roof after school."

Raising his eyebrow at Ignis, Gladio pursed it lips. "Right, hm," Gladio muttered, resting his head on his hand. He pushed his rice around his plate, playing with his chopsticks. "What if you just went up there right after school and waited? You'd probably catch 'em then."

Ignis' eyes lit up. How had he not thought of such a simple solution? "Of course..." he murmured, tapping his chin. "It was so simple. Thank you, Gladiolus!" he smiled.

"Gladio, Iggy, for the 20th time."

"Right, yes, of course, my apologies."

"Sometimes I think you're too uptight," Gladio sighed, nudging his arm.

A hint of red appeared on Ignis' cheeks, but he did not respond to Gladio's accusation.

Instead, he plotted out his upcoming plan to catch the Smoking Bandit (the title he had given the perpetrator until they were officially caught). Going up to the roof directly after school was a bit difficult since normally he had student council meetings after class. However, as long as he explained the situation to Lunafreya, the vice president, he was certain she would understand his tardiness.

And so, that was how Ignis found himself standing on the roof, arms folded, waiting in front of the closed door. Any moment now, the culprit would walk through the door, and Ignis would've caught them red-handed! His heart throbbed against his chest. Ah, the work was thrilling.

Finally, the door knob turned, opening to reveal...

A girl.

A... beautiful girl.

She was, of course, wearing her school uniform, though her blouse was unbuttoned, showing far too much skin (Ignis' eyes fell there for a moment, but only a moment!), and her ribbon indicating what class year she was in was nowhere to be seen. Her silver hair was clipped back, woven into smaller ponytails, and her bangs gently brushed over her forehead. Her gray eyes widened, probably surprised to see someone else on the roof.

"Uh. Can I help you?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. Her stance proved she was going to have an attitude about all this.

Pressing his glasses up, Ignis nodded. "Indeed you can. My name is Ignis Scientia, you may also know me as the student council president. You can help me by turning right back around and going home."

She cocked her eyebrow and scoffed. "Tch. You serious?"

"Very. I take it you are the person who has been coming up here every day to smoke?" he inquired, though his tone made it quite clear it was not a question. "That is in violation of two school codes. One, you may not smoke on school property. And two, no student is allowed to use the roof after school hours have finished. So, I kindly have to ask you to go home."

Snorting, the girl moved right past him, walking across to the cage fence. She hooked her fingers through it, stepping one foot on the edge. "I am home," she smirked, looking over her shoulder.

"Pardon me?" Ignis asked, walking to stand beside her. "I believe this is the school roof. So unless you sleep here, which by the way, would also be against school policy, you probably can not consider this your home."

She rolled her eyes again. "So literal." She sighed, pulling her cigarettes out of the pocket of her blouse. She tapped the box against her hand, pulling out one of them with her teeth. "Y'know Specs, aren't you technically breaking the rules by being up here too?" she asked.

For a moment Ignis contemplated her inquiry. It was true; he wasn't supposed to be up here either, but in the name of the school's law, he thought it was okay to bend this rule. Once he got her to leave, he would be helping the school rather than hurting it. "Yes," he sighed, finally coming to a conclusion. "But in doing so, I am making the school safer."

"Oh yeah, cause I'm in a whole lotta danger up here," she smirked. "My hero."

He felt his cheeks flush at that for a reason he didn't quite understand.

"Please don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be," Ignis huffed.

Pulling her lighter to her lips, she flicked it on, lighting her cigarette. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air. Ignis could only frown. She stood there, smoking in silence for a bit, only doing it just to piss Ignis off... and it was working.

"Y'know," she smirked, "even if you get me to leave the roof, I'm just going to come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next-"

"Yes, I understand what you're saying," he snorted, folding his arms. Quite a predicament indeed. There seemed to be only one solution. "Then I'll come drag you back down everyday," Ignis huffed.

The girl smiled. "Well, guess I'll see ya' tomorrow then, Specs." She pressed the bottom of the cigarette against the chain-link fence, snuffing it out as she flicked it to the ground, waving as she walked away.

And so, the next day, Ignis returned to the roof. And the next day, and the next. He was always trying to get her to leave, always waiting until she did, even when it took over an hour. She drove him absolutely insane. She rarely spoke to him, and when she did it was usually with sarcastic quips Ignis had difficulty responding to immediately.

It was too bad really, as she was quite lovely. Perhaps Ignis also had difficulty speaking to her because he just didn't know what to say to someone so beautiful. No, it was definitely due to how impossible she was. Besides, it wasn't as if she listened to anything Ignis said anyway so why should he speak.

And by the end of the week, nothing had changed. Ignis stood as he always did, waiting until the door opened to reveal the same silver-haired girl with her poorly kept uniform. "Hey Specs," she smirked, walking by him nonchalantly.

"Hello..." he paused realizing he didn't know her name, not that it really mattered all that much, but he found it bothered him, especially after spending practically a week with her. "Uh-"

"I never thought you'd ask. Aranea," she said. She placed a cigarette between her lips, lighting it.

"Right. Ms. Aranea. Could you please put out your cigarette and come off of the roof with me?"

"Hmm, lemme think about it," she said, turning towards the fence. She kept her cigarette lit, smoking while she looked out over the front entrance of the school. Ignis could see students exiting the building, and he hated that they could maybe see them.

"Well..." he urged, moving forward to stand next to her.

"Still thinkin'"

"Ms. Aranea-"

"Cut it with the 'Ms' crap. I'm a third year, just like you. You're not a freakin' teacher," she snorted, blowing some smoke into his face.

He scoffed, immediately waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"You're a third year? You certainly don't act like one."

"Completely done with this place, can't wait to graduate... I think I seem like a pretty typical third year," she teased. "You're the one who doesn't act like one. In fact, you don't act like a student at all."

"E-Excuse me! I am the student-"

"Student council president, yada, yada, yada. Yeah, real impressive. And I'm sure you have a great university planned out, and everything is going all according to your five year plan," she teased.

Admittedly, Ignis was caught off guard because of that. His face flushed and he turned away from her. "Why yes... I do have everything going well according to plan," he mumbled.

"That so?" she smirked, taking a long drag from the cigarette. "You happy with that?"

He paused. Happiness wasn't something which had really crossed his mind. His plan was going perfectly. He'd already been accepted to the university he wanted. Really everything was right on schedule and according to plan. So... "Well... yes, of course I am!" he said.

"Hm..." she hummed. "Okay then." She stepped forward and reached her hand out running her fingers through his bangs, making his hair stand up awkwardly. "You should at least do something to your hair. Change things up a bit. It'll make you look less boring." She flicked the butt of her cigarette away. "See ya' tomorrow, Specs," she grinned, leaving Ignis completely flabbergasted on the roof.

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" Gladio asked, snorting with laughter when Ignis arrived to school the next morning.

"Ugh, she's insufferable Gladiolus-"

"Gladio!"

"Right, Gladio. Anyway, I don't know what to do. It's been two days and I can't get her to come down off of the roof."

"But you can get your hair to do that?"

"Do you not like it?" Ignis asked, completely derailed, he glanced in the window, adjusting the way his hair stood up in the front.

"S'fine," Gladio shrugged, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "It just surprised me. It looks cool. Almost too cool for you."

Ignis twisted his lips. "I have... cool moments."

"Yeah?" Gladio snorted. "Sure."

"I do..."

"Okay, name one."

Ignis bit his lip as he ran through his mental database. There were plenty of times he had been 'cool'...even if he couldn't think of one right off the top of his head.

"Right," Gladio said. "Look, you're persistent, I'm sure she'll come around eventually. S'only been two days."

"I don't know, Gladio... I'm concerned she's going to keep this up for a very long time."

"Who is this girl?" Gladio asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Aranea Highwind. Apparently she's a third year like us, only I don't recall ever seeing her before," Ignis muttered, tapping his chin. It bothered him, seeing as he was quite familiar with many of the people in his year. Though he wasn't perfect; he didn't know everyone.

"Heh. Shoulda guessed," Gladio snorted, folding his arms.

"You know her?" Ignis asked.

"Yeah, seen her around. She's pretty hot," Gladio chuckled.

Ignis felt his cheeks heat up again, he truly wished they would stop doing that.

"You got a crush?" Gladio teased, nudging Ignis shoulder. "She the one that suggested you change your hair?"

Ignis gently ran his fingers through the top, a few pieces falling down. "N-No..." he stammered.

"Sure," Gladio smirked, nudging his shoulder again. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do on that roof this afternoon," he said as he stood up, turning his chair back around for the start of class.

"So, you took my advice about the hair," Aranea said, walking past Ignis as she did every afternoon. Standing in front of the fence, her hair blew gently in the rooftop breeze, her silver locks brushing against the back.

Slowly, he approached her, leaning against the fence, watching as she pulled out another cigarette. "That's a terrible habit," he said, his eyes peering over his frames.

"Thank you for your concern, Specs. I'll take your complaint up with the board," she said, lighting it anyway. "S'not that bad. It takes the edge off."

"The edge of what?" Ignis asked, confused by the sentiment.

"I dunno. High school? Not all of us have this elusive ‘happiness’ you've found," she said, keeping her gaze fixated on the street below. Her gray eyes looked sad and Ignis found himself reaching forward to brush a rogue piece of hair away from her face. Immediately, she jerked back at the touch, her cheeks bright red.

"W-What was that about!?" she said, burnt ash falling from the tip of her cigarette.

"I...I apologize if I overstepped any bounds, it just looked as if you..." he trailed off. He wasn't sure why he had done what he had, but he supposed it looked like she had needed some form of comfort? Ignis certainly wasn't an expert on anything of the sort, so perhaps he had misread the situation.

"Just forget it," she sighed, tapping the bottom of her cigarette. "Can't you just leave me alone?"

"No. Not until you leave the roof, and promise to not come up here after hours and smoke," he said.

She snorted. "Not gonna happen."

"Then I won't be leaving you alone," he murmured, adjusting the tightness on his tie.

She raised an eyebrow at him, and threw her cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. "Why do you still wear that? It's after hours, so you don't have to be in uniform." She approached him, her lithe fingers slowly sliding up the tie until they made it to the top, pulling down gently to loosen it for him. "It's just me and you up here, Specs," she said softly.

He swallowed, trying to catch his breath. Her gray eyes were captivating, and he worked to tear his gaze away from the dip in her chest region. "A-As the student council president, it is my job to...always look my best," he said, his voice hoarse from how dry his mouth had gotten. "Besides, I know next to nothing about you."

She smirked, flicking the end of his tie so it flipped up towards his face. "And whose fault is that?"

"You haven't told me anything."

"You haven't asked," she retorted.

He folded his arms, leaving his tie slightly disheveled. "Hm. When I first came up here, you called the roof your home, what did you mean?"

She shrugged, turning around on her heel. "Exactly what I said."

"But you don't sleep up here."

She began to laugh, a beautiful sound, Ignis thought. He wished she did that more often.

"Home isn't necessarily where you sleep."

He raised his eyebrow, glancing around the bare roof. "But the school roof...is your home?"

"I feel pretty comfortable here, so sure. Though someone has been ruining that as of late. I guess it'll be time for me to move on soon," she sighed.

Ignis' eyes widened. "You won't be coming up to the roof anymore?" Was he finally getting exactly what he'd been trying to do all week?

"I dunno." Her smile was coy. "Guess you'll have to find out."

At the start of the next of the next week, Ignis made his way to the roof and took his position directly in front of the door. It didn't really matter where he stood, because she'd just breeze past him as always, but he saw no reason to stand anywhere else.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited still.

However this time, there was no Aranea. For a moment he panicked. Had something happened to her? She always came at the same time every day so why... He recalled her saying something cryptic about potentially moving on from her spot on the roof, but based on her prior behavior he hadn't expected her to actually do so.

Ignis stood, waiting for practically an hour. As the sun began to set, he left his position, wondering if he really had won.

Though knowing her she was probably just waiting for him to give up and then she would start going back there. Well, he certainly wasn't about to allow that to happen!

Which is how Ignis came to spend everyday for the rest of the week waiting for her on the roof. After school, he would head up and wait, standing in front of the door. But she didn't show.

At one point, he glanced towards the chain-link fence and he could almost see the memory of her standing there. In his head, she was clear as day; the way her silver ponytails seemed to dance in the wind, how she stood hunched over watching the people leaving the campus, and he could almost hear her laugh echoing on the breeze.

It was like he missed her.

No. Ridiculous. He had won. There was no way she was coming back to this roof. He'd scared her off.

And yet, he felt oddly dissatisfied.

"S'been a week, I think it's safe to say you don't have to go up there anymore," Gladio said once the new week had started and Aranea hadn't returned at all.

"Hmmm," Ignis hummed. "Or she wants me to think that so I'll give up and she can go back up there. No I need to go today to be safe."

Gladio snorted. "Or you just miss her."

Blushing Ignis folded his arms, his brow twitching. "Preposterous. I am thankful she finally stopped going up there. I just need to be... thorough," he explained.

"Right, right," Gladio nodded.

"She probably found a new spot to smoke at on campus," he mumbled, tapping his chin.

"So you're gonna stalk her now. Classy."

Admittedly, Ignis wasn't actually listening to Gladio anymore. "Well, I'll deal with that once I cross the roof off of my list of possibilities."

"Whatever you say, Iggy," Gladio replied, giving his friend a knowing smirk. "But it might get boring going to the roof alone all the time, and you know, you're the one breaking the rule now."

"It's not breaking the rule if I'm trying to stop others from doing so. I'm enforcing it!" He stood up, ready to head up to his position. He couldn't be late. If she did show up, there was a possibility he would miss her.

"'Course. How silly of me," Gladio snorted, giving him a quick wave as he headed off.

Rushing to the roof, Ignis opened the door, half expecting her to have gotten there before him, but once again he was alone. He felt his heart sink. For a girl who had been so stubborn at first, it had been surprisingly easy to convince her to stop.

And Ignis really had no idea how to find her again. He supposed he could run between the various third year classrooms during lunch. But who knew if she took her lunch in the classroom? And-... Ignis cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. He was exhibiting slightly stalker-esque behavior, and he had to stop.

He had done his job.

It was over.

Yet for some reason as he closed the door to the roof behind him, he felt a hint of sadness tug at his heart.

"Y'seem down, Iggy. Missin' your girlfriend?" Gladio asked and Ignis frowned.

"She's not my girlfriend." But he didn't argue about missing her.

It had been a few days since Ignis had given up on the roof, and he promised himself he wouldn't go searching for anything. If he happened to run into her and she was doing something against school rules, then and only then, would he talk to her. All these strange emotions were ridiculous.

"You've seemed kinda...mopey," Gladio sighed. "It's sad to see you like this."

"I don't know what's wrong. I feel fine. I'm acting normal." A bold-faced lie. And he knew Gladio didn't buy it.

"Just admit that you miss her! If you had fun with her, it's okay. Just because she's not this picture perfect student, doesn't mean you can't be friends," Gladio chuckled.

Ignis sighed, tapping his fingers against the desk. "I suppose. But I don't know how to find her."

"You act like she's some long lost princess. She's probably in one of these classrooms, just check at lunch," he shrugged.

"Oh before I'm a stalker, but now checking classrooms is fine?" he snorted, annoyed by Gladio's shift.

"If you just want to find her to be friends, that's pretty normal," Gladio said shaking his head. "Man Iggy, you can be real socially stupid sometimes."

"I'll think about it," he murmured, not wishing to speak on this subject anymore.

However, when lunch came around, Ignis found himself unable to leave his classroom. The idea of talking to her suddenly made him freeze up. There was nothing for him to say now that she had left the roof and done as he had asked. He'd have to regroup if he actually wanted to talk to her like normal friends.

Which is what he spent the rest of his day contemplating. He knew he should be focusing on his classwork, but he kept wondering what one said to a person you had practically nothing in common with. He supposed he could just ask her to be friends. But did people ask for friendship directly like that?

When the end of the day came, Ignis tried to focus on his student council meeting, but his thoughts were completely jumbled. He was certain Lunafreya and her brother, Ravus had both noticed, especially Ravus, since he kept clicking his tongue in annoyance every time Ignis had to be reminded of the subject they were discussing.

He had to get his thoughts sorted, or he was going to be a mess for the rest of the school year. The thoughts were rather distressing.

As he began to walk out of the school, he turned his gaze towards the roof, his eyes widened at the sight. Smoke!

Clutching his bag, he ran back towards the school and dashed up the steps. He ran as fast as he could, skipping a few steps rather dangerously on the way up. He reached for the handle and swung the door open, trying to catch his breath as he stared at Aranea in her typical spot near the fence.

"Hey Specs," she drawled, holding the cigarette away from her mouth as she blew the smoke into the air. "Miss me?"

"You..." he panted, gripping his knees as he pushed himself back up. "You were..."

"Gone? Yeah I told you I wasn't comin' back. But I dunno, today I got a little nostalgic. I was a little surprised your ass gave up," she grinned.

He frowned, and stormed over, standing directly next to her. "You were gone for over a week!"

"You mad? Last I checked you wanted me to leave the roof, not come back everyday," Aranea grinned.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I do. I do want you to not break the rules, but I... I don't know this week has been extremely confusing," he grumbled. "I want you to follow the rules, but the more I kept coming back the worse it felt to not see you open that damn door!" he yelled, pointing to it. "And then I thought I could find you and we could be friends, but instead of trying to find your classroom at lunch, I kept wondering if you could just ask someone directly to be friends? And then I couldn't stop thinking about you!" he babbled, a complete mess. If he had actually heard half the things he said, he probably would've been embarrassed.

Glancing at her, waiting for a response, he enjoyed watching her expression go from surprised, to happy, to a little smug.

"Aw, Specs! You missed me," she chuckled, leaning towards him. "I'm so flattered," she hummed softly. "And you want to be friends? Just friends? Alright," she shrugged.

"What else would we be?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"I dunno, you kind of looked like you wanted to kiss me," she teased.

Pursing his lips, he frowned for a moment. His hands clenched and he grabbed at her shoulders gently, leaning forward to capture her lips. Her eyes widened, shocked by how forward he was actually being, but she was quick to fall into the kiss. She wrapped her cigarette-free hand around his neck, kissing him back, his lips gently caressing hers.

"Wow," she breathed when he finally pulled away. "Didn't expect you to actually do it," she said, gently playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

"I apologize... I lost myself and I should've asked your permission-"

Aranea laughed again, her face filled with joy. "Stop. You did good Specs. It was actually kinda... sexy," she grinned. "Here. C'mere." She put her cigarette to her lips and sucked in the smoke, stepping towards him, she pressed her lips to his again, gently letting the smoke flow between their lips.

"What are-" The cigarette smoke curled into his mouth and drifted down into his lungs, making him choke from the slight burn of the heat. He coughed, pulling away from her. "A-Aranea what was that!? Why would you do that?"

She laughed a few more times, stepping closer to him. "I wanted to see if you could handle it, since you're a little more badass now." She brushed her thumb over his lower lip, and he kissed at her thumb.

"I don't think I'm ready for that level of, uh, badassness," he mumbled.

"Alright, sorry," she grinned. "It was still pretty cute." Aranea pecked at his lips again, already addicted to the sensation. She wrapped her arm around his back again, leaning closer to him. "So, does this mean I can abuse our relationship and your power and come up to the roof?"

"No," he scoffed, his cheeks still incredibly red.

"You can come too?"

"...No!" Ignis paused, "or...perhaps once a week."

"I think I could settle," she smirked, brushing their lips together one more time.

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1,000 Hearts (Sebastian Stan X Reader)

Summary: Sebastian Stan has to go film for six months after he and his girlfriend break up, but he can’t stand the thought of not being with her, so he asks a special action from her to perhaps give him another chance…

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader Y/N

Notes: This was requested by the lovely @jessevans and it was a fantastic request. So, enjoy some Sebby fluff and a tiny bit of angst :D

Tags: @jessevans @itsgreatestlie

Sebastian came home from a meeting about the new movie and saw that most of the lights were out in his apartment. It was strange, he thought. Wasn’t Y/N supposed to be here?

“Babe…? Are you here?” he called out. He looked around the apartment and found Y/N sitting on the couch in his living room, an indescernible look upon her features. “Oh, there you are.”

“You were supposed to be back three hours ago…” she spoke calmly. “I called you, I was worried.”

Sebastian felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew she had called, he had just gotten caught up in the material of his meeting with directors and producers that he lost track of time.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry, baby, I lost track of time… I meant to call you back,” he told her. Her expression hardened and she stood from her position on the couch.

“That’s the third time in the past two weeks… You worry me with this stuff, Sebastian,” she said to him. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing his shirt as she normally does. In fact, she was wearing shoes… and jeans. Fear struck him and he realised that he had really screwed up this time. He knew how much she worried in general and then to do this to her three times was a huge mistake.

“I’m so sorry, I won’t be late again and if I am, I’ll at least text you and tell you, I promise,” he told her.

She sighed. “You promise?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I promise.”

The following night, he and his guy friends were going to a bar. He had invited Y/N along, but she had declined and so he told her he’d be home at 10, keeping his promise to text her if he would be out later. It was now one in the morning, and Sebastian was slightly very drunk. He stumbled out of the cab and managed his way to his apartment–a feat in and of itself, and opened the door. The lights were off and he made his way to the bedroom, where he saw Y/N sitting on his chair across the room.

“Hey, baby,” he slurred, happy to see her.

“You didn’t text me, Sebastian. You broke your promise…” she said in a soft voice.

Sebastian gulped and saw the tears in her eyes. He didn’t feel bad, though. For some reason, he was angry.

“Well, why do you need to know what time I’ll be home anyway?! You have a boy coming over behind my back?” he accused. The sober voice in his head was screaming at him to stop talking and apologize, but his unexplored fears came out as accusations. He saw the hurt look on her face, but it didn’t make him take what he said back.

“Is that what you think? You think I’m asking about when you’ll be home because I’m fucking another guy?” she asked, astonishment thick in her tone.

“Could be! You’re always micromanaging me, that would explain why,” he said, again accusing her.

“I think asking to be in the loop about when you’re going out and coming home isn’t micromanaging, but whatever, Sebastian,” she said to him and handed him a glass of water. He took it and downed the whole thing in one breath, his head spinning.

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t trust me,” Sebastian spat at her.

“That’s not true. You’re the one who just accused me of cheating!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, but if you trust me then why do you have to know where I am, huh? I’m leaving for six months in a few days, do I have to tell you where I am when I’m in a different country? Do I have to tell you the exact time I’m coming home so that you can hide your boyfriend from me?” he exclaimed. His tone was belligerent and accusatory and he knew she wasn’t cheating, but he was drunk and he always feared that another guy–a better guy–would come and swoop in, taking her away from him.

“You’re serious right now? You actually think I’m cheating on you? In case you hadn’t noticed, your fame has risen and that attracts a lot of nasty people. I like knowing where you are and when to expect you so that if something DOES happen to you, I have something to give the police,” she told him.

“That’s so absurd! Nothing’s foing to happen to me, how stupid can you get?“ Sebastian slurred.

“Maybe I am stupid. Maybe this was a mistake,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

“Go, then, if you’re going to leave me. If I’m such a mistake, then I guess we’re done, Y/N,” he said, leaning on the doorframe. Before he could even think of an apology, she had left. Sebastian didn’t mean it. He wanted her with him, to hold her against him and kiss her head and lips, but he had blown it. In his dirty, self-pitying, drunken state, he passed out on his bed, alone, and with a broken heart.

~*~

Sebastian was distraught. After two months away filming for the new movie, he was given a two week vacation to spend some time at home. He arrived at his apartment and felt the sting of nostalgia hit him when he almost called out for Y/N. She wasn’t there. He had tried to call and apologize, but he maybe thought it was best if he really was out of her life.

As Sebastian laid down in his own bed that night, he missed the feeling of Y/N’s softness beside him. He missed the way that when he’d come home late and just crawl into bed with her, she’d wrap herself around him and sigh contentedly. He wanted her to wrap herself around him now, he missed her so badly.

But then he had an idea. One that would require minimal communication between them, in case she still didn’t want to speak to him. He grabbed his phone and found her number, the heart emoji still next to her name, as he hadn’t the guts to take it off, and he sent her a text:

Y/N, it’s Sebastian. I know it’s been a while and I know that I hurt you. The truth is, I was afraid. I was drunk and afraid that I wasn’t good enough, so I accused you of doing something that I never thought you’d actually do, but was afraid would happen anyway. Y/N, I still love you… If you still love me too, and you can somehow find it in your heart to forgive me, write my name on a paper heart and leave it outside my door. You don’t have to talk to me yet, I just have to know that you love me, too, if you do…. I miss you so badly, Y/N. Please consider me, okay? I love you, Sebastian.

He constantly checked to see if she had seen it, and after a few minutes, the notification that she had read the message had popped up. He waited for a reply, but there was none. She had read the message, but she wasn’t going to respond to it.

Sebastian couldn’t sleep that night, not with knowing that either nothing or something awaited him the following morning. He passed the hours and managed to fall asleep for about an hour until the sunshine woke him up. He sat straight up and rushed to his door. He opened it and the sight before him brought tears to his eyes. What was on his doorstep was a mound of paper hearts. He picked one up and saw his name written in lipstick.

“Sebastian?” he heard a small and delicate voice say. He looked up from the heart and saw Y/N standing there, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N…” he breathed out and dropped the paper. He stepped over to her and pulled her into his chest.

“Seb…” she whimpered into the thin material that covered his figure. He felt his own tears fall.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I never should have treated you that way, I had no excuse… I love you so much…” he said to her and looked into her tear-soaked eyes.

“I love you, too, Sebastian… I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have just walked out,“ she said and pressed her hands against his face. He smiled at the familiar feeling, then pulled her face to his and kissed her. His lips melted against hers in a familiar way, but it felt slightly foreign. He hadn’t kissed her in so long, he had almost forgotten how sweet and soft her lips were. As she kissed him back, he was reminded that her lips felt like they were made to be kissed by him alone. They pulled apart to breathe, but Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes or his hands off of her.

“I missed you…” he spoke in a low voice.

“I missed you, too…” she told him in an equally low volume.

“Will you take me back?” he asked her, hopeful.

“Of course,” she replied.

Their lips collided once more, mending the broken pieces of their hearts again.

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