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xonepeacelovex · 3 years ago

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the wedding planner | part 21

the wedding planner | part 22

the wedding planner series

Characters: Bang Chan x Reader (Y/N) | Lee Minho | Hwang Hyunjin | Kim Seungmin

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warning: None

Summary:

“That’s why I want to see you before the wedding,” Chan said to you with a serious tone.

You looked at him curiously. “Why?”

“I want you to plan my wedding.”

Taglist: @charm-art @nycol-ie @straytannies @usuallyunlikelyfox @cheolright

A/N: Updating this took me a while but I'm back and still alive. Hope you enjoy reading this. :)) I'm usually so cautious about asking for feedbacks but give me your thoughts about this series. It will be highly appreciated. Thank you for waiting. You da best!!!

Truth be told, you love what you are doing for a living. You love being a wedding planner and make someone’s dream come true. But people around can’t help but to ask you, why.

Why do you love weddings so much? When in fact, you don’t even see yourself getting married at all?

“Seungmin, is there any available dates for us to set a meeting this week?”

You are in the studio slash office where you and Seungmin work the magic as wedding planners and that includes, unending meetings, calling the suppliers, booking venues, making concepts and etc.

Peeking outside of your laptop screen when no one answered you, you see Seungmin dozing off in his desk, his laptop’s light illuminating his sleeping face. Unconsciously, you look at the clock displayed in your wall, quarter to twelve, you’ve read before sighing. Your beloved assistant is never a night owl and you don’t even want him to overwork like what you are doing to yourself. Just these past months, you are handling weddings more than you have ever. Two in manageable, three is chaotic. Though that’s what you initially wanted to avoid a certain person but thanks to your ever caring and loving assistant for personally accepting the certain person’s wedding.

You hear a groan, and see Seungmin stirring from his position. You felt sorry for him in advance, his neck will definitely hurt with his sleeping position. You can’t even say something to Seungmin because you are the one who didn’t say anything to him at all. He doesn’t know your past with Mr. Bang. In his eyes, you are this goal-oriented, independent and boss.

You decided to stop working, and drive Seungmin home. You might as well, make this weekend a time away from work for both of you. Quietly standing up from your chair, getting your things and closing your laptop, you made your way to Seungmin, waking him up. You chuckle at you at his sleepy face, “I’ll drive you home,” you offered.

Seungmin stayed awake on the way to his home, maybe he felt a bit shame for sleeping at work. “Let’s not work tomorrow,” you break the silence. “But we have three weddings… and so much to do,” he countered. “Yeah, before it becomes hell next week or maybe for the upcoming months, let’s take a break,” you said. His eyes widen, he never saw you suggesting a break especially from work but here you are, not that he’s complaining though.

You dropped Seungmin off and you wish he’ll turn off his phone so he’ll have the full rest he deserves though you can never do that. It is still your business anyway.

When your work is this hectic, sleep is never an option. And even though you set your mind that this weekend is a no work weekend, you can’t still fall asleep as you please.

Your mind just never stop running, mostly you’re thinking about work but right now you wish it was work that’s not making you fall asleep. You still remember Rose’s face when you asked her about the church wedding. It was the first time you saw her smile disappearing.

“Uhmm…” you bit your lower lip, afraid that you did or say something wrong. “Are you okay?”

She dismissed it immediately, offering you an apologetic smile, “Nothing’s wrong. Let me talk to Chan about that,” you just nodded at her before she left you at the gazebo.

Your eyes trained at the sun setting, perfect at the middle of the beautiful gazebo. The only reason you’ve thought why Chan wants a garden wedding exactly at this place which is apparently not true based on what he said earlier.

You never trusted your memory that’s why you always jot down things on a notepad or on your phone but anything to do with Chan, you bitterly remembers it clearly.

The first time you went in this garden, it was your auntie’s wedding to her long time best friend. It was a love story of second chance. Chan being your plus one cause you remember how you dreaded your relatives’ questions of when will you get yourself a partner. With Chan by your side, he can distract them from the unsolicited questions.

You remember how Chan fell in love with the place that you saw him tearing up when the newly wed shared their first kiss while the sun the is setting down just like now and you remember the first time you ever dream of becoming a wedding planner because of it.

There is something in that moment that made your stomach flipped, feeling the rush of adrenaline in your body making you warm inside. You wanted to be a part of that magical moment where the two person, destined to each other, starts a new chapter together in their lives.

“I wanted this,” Chan said when he’s done quietly wiping his tears that didn’t go unnoticed. Peeking at him, “You wanted a garden wedding? Here?”. He laughs at you before gently patting your head. You let him instead of swatting his hand away from you, looking at your auntie and your new uncle, “I wanted this also.”

You also wanted to get married to your best friend.

Groaning at the memory, you looked at your phone, 1:31 am, you’ve been in your bed for almost two hours now and you feel sleep is not visiting you anytime soon. So you rolled up in your bed, maybe a beer can you help at this time.

When was the last time you treated yourself a beer? You comfortably sat down on the floor of your living room, two cans of beer on your coffee table, a remote in your hand, scrolling through Netflix. You saw the unfinished 27 dresses in your playlist.

You remember that night when you offered Chan a truce.

You chuckled at the memory, “Always the wedding planner but never the bride,” repeating what he said to you the first you’ve met again. Though he said it jokingly, you felt a pang in your chest when the words left his mouth that day. The reason you’ll never see yourself getting married was because of him so you’ve settled at becoming a wedding planner instead. And you’ll still settle at becoming his wedding planner for now. After all, when the job is done, the truce will also end. There’s no more reason for you to act that you’re cool about all of this, him coming back, you becoming his wedding planner, or to prove that you already move on from him because to be honest, there’s no other way around but to move forward. Cause in less than a month, he’ll get what he wanted or at least what you’ve thought he wanted, not the garden wedding or a church wedding but getting married.

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years ago

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REDACTED verse - When Lovely meets Angel

Summary: When the boyfriends are away, their partners try their best to be functioning members of society. Spoiler alert: they failed.

Tw: [Mentions of Adam], [Profanity] and [Very, very brief mention of drugs. Like, half a sentence]

I shared this oneshot in the Discord server and I thought to share it here too before uploading it on AO3 later this weekend.

You smile as your eyes do their best to track Vincent’s every move. Your head spins as your boyfriend flits from one room to another, never pausing for even a second. His duffel bag is lying beside you on the couch, gradually full of clothes, toiletries and other travelling necessities as he chucks them in Mach speed.

You pick up the clothes that didn’t make it into the bag. You fold them nicely before placing them in with the rest.

“Alright, I’ve stocked up the pantry to last at least for a few weeks, b-but I’ll be back by Sunday so don’t worry.” The blur that was Vincent said as he ran from their shared bedroom to the kitchen. With a fond shake of your head, you observe the Vampire made one last round.

Letting Vincent fuss is your way of helping him calm down. And sure enough, it only takes a few minutes until your boyfriend is satisfied with the apartment - from the wards that he erected to the well-stocked kitchen and rows of laundry detergents. With the way he prepared for his departure, you couldn’t help but want to remind Vincent that he’ll only be leaving for three days; not three months.

“Do you have Alexis’ number, Lovely? Sam’s?” Vincent asks - again - in concern as he pad towards you and the duffel bag. “Hang on, I’ll forward them to you now -”

You grab his hand before he could reach for his phone and force him to sit beside you on the couch. You peck him on the cheek to startle him. No matter how many times you’ve done this; Vincent always reacts the same. Startled with a tinge of red dusting his pale cheeks. A simple kiss is enough to leave him speechless and it never fails to make your heart skip a beat at how precious he is.

“Yes, you gave them to me this morning. I have their numbers on speed dial for any emergency of the Adam kind.” You easily assure him, only to backtrack quickly when you see how wide his eyes went. Oh yikes, bad move! Bad move! “N-Not that there will be any problem! Haha! I mean, you’re only going away with Will for three days, right? I can hold the fort, don’t worry!”

Vincent bit his lower lip, still hesitant. “I wish I didn’t have to go, Lovely. It hurts to be away from you…” His head tilts down and holds your hand tight, yet always mindful of his Supernatural strength. “Sometimes… sometimes I could still see you in Adam’s arms, so pale and sick… your blood on his mouth - ”

“Hey, hey, Vince? Look at me please.” You gently tilt his chin using your hand that wasn’t captured by your worrisome boyfriend. You made sure to properly look him in the eyes before smiling softly. “You got me in time and for that? I’m forever grateful, but that’s in the past, OK? I’m here now with you! We both have been making good progress at D.A.M.N so that has to count for something, yeah? We’re both stronger than we were before.”

That earns a tiny smile from Vincent and you mentally cheer in victory. “You always know what to say, huh, Lovely? And yeah, we’re pretty badass now, huh? A Vampire and an Electro Energetic? We’ll conquer this city in less than a month.” He joked.

You try to picture it: you and Vincent - the King and Queen of Dahlia. The first thing you would do is declare PJ Friday - where everyone must wear PJs every Friday and those that wear the silliest PJs get brownie points. Collect enough of them and they’ll get a free meal in the most expensive restaurant Dahlia has to offer. Vincent can handle the boring stuff like, governing and health care.

...Now that’s a thought; Vincent as a politician.

Ah wait - Will would probably be disappointed in them if they tried to do a hostile takeover of this city and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him. After all, no one can pull off the perfect sad dad look other than Vincent’s Sire. Not even your own dad!

“ - Lovely? Uh, Earth to Lovely? You there?”

Vincent’s warm voice broke you off from your mad train of thoughts. You flash a sheepish grin when he realised that you haven’t paid a single word he said. Vincent wants to appear annoyed but his lips are twitching, as if he’s holding back from laughing at the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Sorry, babe. I spaced out because Will was disappointed in us.”

“...What? Will? Lovely, what the - ”

“Anyway, don’t worry about me.” You quickly interject before you have to explain yourself. “You got me food, Alexis’ and Sam’s numbers are on my speed dial and my powers have been growing nicely over the last few classes. I got this; you got this.” To seal the deal you added, “And I promise to call you twice a day; in the morning and before I go to bed. Sounds good?”

That finally assured Vincent. The tension melts away from his taunt shoulders and when he kisses you, it’s slow and sweet. You would’ve loved to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him on top of you and turn this into something more, but Will would surely call him if Vincent is late.

Vincent moans when you pull away; disappointed and slightly frustrated. “Easy there, Vince. I’ll make sure to give you a very warm welcome when you get back.” You purr, loving how his eyes lid at your promise.

But alas, as much as you love to drag Vincent to the bedroom, work comes first. So you allow Vincent to fuss around a little more before he slings the duffel bag over one shoulder, kisses you goodbye and leaves.

Now, you planned this. You have a whole itinerary in your head for the days that Vincent is on a business trip with the King of the Solaire Clan. Assignments that need to be done, Despacito to learn on the piano (neither of them knew why Alexis dropped off an upright piano in their apartment on a random ass Wednesday night and when asked, she just cackled before pulling off a Batman and vanished into the night. So Vincent gave up trying to pester the answer out of her. You still think it’s some sort of an elaborate prank), boba pizza to cook for dinner tomorrow and a list of video games to pre-order so really, you would be so busy for the upcoming days that you wouldn’t even have the time to miss Vincent.

If you repeat that long enough, you hope that’ll become true.

Glancing at the clock hanging on the living room wall, you sigh at the time.10.30 PM. A little early to get ready for bed but hey, it’s not like there’s anything else that you want to do now.

With little fanfare, you make sure that the apartment is locked and secure, switch off the lights before heading to the bedroom for your nightly ablutions.

Ok, that part about the itinerary? Yeah, that’s completely out of the window the moment you wake up missing Vincent’s arms around you.

The gentle and warm sun rays pierce through the sheer curtains, promising a bright day ahead of you, but all you could think about is the space in this bedroom. Was the bed always this big? Was the bedroom always this quiet? Those questions rattled in your brain and it really doesn’t help that you can smell Vincent’s faint cologne lingered on the pillows. Soothing vanilla that never fails to clear your mind as opposed to sandalwood and bergamot. Vincent once claimed that the scent is too fancy for someone like him.

Right now though? His cologne sends a pang of longing in your heart in his absence, and it’s only the first day!

“I can’t stay here.” You decided out loud when the tangle of sleepiness ebbed away. Kicking the thick duvet off your body, you stomp to the bathroom to shower, dress up and quickly leave the apartment with nothing but your phone and backpack.

You didn’t want to return to an empty apartment, so what better than walking around the city to distract yourself? Grab some breakfast at a new cafe, maybe do some window shopping afterwards… yeah, that sounds way better than anything you’ve planned before.

Joggers pass you by as you walk through the park and the city slowly comes back to life. People are out and about, going through their monotonous day. Some are catching the bus, others are like her, eager to find something to eat.

You recall that your classmate mentioned that they and someone named Damien found a Taiwanese bakery/cafe that recently opened up near the city’s library; a quaint little shop, squeezed between a hardware shop and a health & beauty care chain store. You can still remember how their eyes lit up as they excitedly described the brioche and the strawberry tiramisu they ate with vivid details.

So that’s where you’re headed off to now.

Apparently, the bakery is closer than you thought when you cut corners and jump through the shortcuts. Being born and raised here in Dahlia like so many others, you knew this city like the back of your hand. Though the existence of Shifters, Vampires, Daemons and more were a slap in the face to you.

Oh, that reminds you, be sure to ask Vincent if the Vampires have anything similar to Fangtasia here in this city.

The bell above the door chimes when you enter the bakery. The sign outside says ‘OPEN’ but since it’s still quite early in the morning, you and a couple sitting at a table near the corner are the only customers currently. Manning behind the cashier is a young woman and her co-worker setting up freshly baked goods behind the display glass.

You made a beeline to the counter.

“Good morning. Uh, can I please have one sea salt coffee - regular size - one red bean mooncake and, umm…” You paused to scan the menu laid before you. “And a marble taro.”

There. That's sort of a healthy breakfast, right?

The young woman hardly bats an eye at your order. She drawl out the total amount of your food and drink to which you hand her some cash before choosing a table beside the large window so you could see the city and her people go about their lives. The scent of freshly baked pastries, hot chocolates and brewed coffees wash over you pleasantly.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Vincent would love this place as much as you do…

The cashier came over with a tray of your order before your musing could spiral down further. You thank her, snap a picture of your food and coffee for Vincent before enjoying your breakfast. It’s a perfect morning, well, almost a perfect morning…

Halfway through your coffee, your phone vibrates. Vincent had texted back:

‘Looks delish, Lovely! Make sure to finish your meal, OK? My flight was a nightmare - I’ll spare you the details - but Will and I reached the airport safely. I’ll call you soon, Lovely. I love you, always.’

Vincent’s text helps to fill his absence, somewhat. You polish off the last bit of your coffee and exhale loudly; there’s no use moping around. Adventure awaits! After all, there’s never a dull day here in Dahlia. For all you know, something is right around the corner just for you!

Tummy warm and full, you bask in the morning light for a few more minutes before exiting the bakery.

...And promptly collide with a walking furnace. Because seriously, the moment your chest hits them, it feels as if their body heat lunges at you.

“Ow!” You fell and landed hard on your ass. Whoever had the misfortune to collide against you, they were a tad taller and seemed to be in a rush to be able to hit you with an impact.

“Oh fuck! I’m so so sorry! Are you alright!? I ran too fast because I always missed out on their marble taros! Oh gosh, oh gosh; can you hear me? Shit, I really hope I didn’t hurt you too badly…” The stranger rambled worriedly.

“I-I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You assured them and gladly grabbed the offered hand. They gently pull you up from the pavement.

“You sure? I can take you to the hospital right now if you want!” They pressed on, eyes checking for any sign of injuries on your body. “Just after I buy my pastries though.”

You didn’t expect the blatant honesty; the idea that some loaves of bread are this person's top priorities crack you up. You couldn’t help it, so you burst out a giggle.

“I’m good, I’m good; don’t worry.” You hiccup and wipe a stray tear from the corner of your right eye. You can’t believe this. “Go get your bread and oh, for the record? I totally get why you rush here. Their marble taro is really something else. You better hurry up; I heard the cashier said they’ll be making the last batch for the day.”

You smirk when the walking furnace’s eyes widen in horror. They darted into the bakery without a single word. The bell chimes loudly when they rush to yank the door and scramble towards the counter.

Just for the fuck of it, you lean against the window and decide to wait. Snippets of frantic conversation can be heard inside and it wasn’t long before the bell tinkle once more.

The stranger that bumped into you pout, clutching a huge paper bag of pastries close to their chest as if they feared you would snatch it. “You lied.”

“Shocker, I know.” You tease and then you feel your blood froze despite the warm morning. You suddenly recalled where and from whom you heard those words before and quickly stomped the image out of your head.

“Uh, dude? Are you sure you’re alright? You look super pale.” The stranger narrowed their eyes on you. Despite the blatant concern on their face and how genuinely friendly and cheerful their voice is, you get the feeling that they’re trying to pull you apart by the seams to see if you would lie or not.

So you opt for the honest option. “I will be.” You assured them. “Just some… bad memories pop up.”

“Huh, well that sucks.” They glance at the bag of pastries for a moment, silent and contemplating. They then thrust it practically in your face before you could do so much as flinch. “You want some? Food always helps me feel good when I’m sad.”

The loaves of bread smelled really good but for the second time, you giggled. “No, no, I’m full. Thank you though; that’s very kind of you to offer.”

“It’s only the right thing to do.” They reply with an easy shrug. You get the feeling that the stranger’s kindness is something remarkable. “The name is -”

Across the street, a truck driver pressed the horn when the car in front of him refused to budge despite the traffic lights having switched from red to green for ten minutes now.

“ - but you can call me Angel; all my friends do. Now that we’ve bumped into one another, your destiny just altered. Our fates will forever be intertwined once you give me your name.”

Oh, you like where this is going.

“I’m - ” The driver in front of the truck kicked open his door and proceeded to shout at the truck driver. A line of cars gradually formed behind the vehicle and horns began to blare as a brawl broke out in the middle of the road. “ - nice to meet you!”

“A lovely name…” Here your new friend - Angel - trailed off, their eyes appraising your body. “For a lovely soul. Lovely. Huh. Can I call you that?”

Gorgeous, brimming with moxie mix with a spoonful of friendly flirting? Oh, you like them more and more by the second.

Also, you idly wondered if there’s some weird magic attached to your name or else this is going to be a pattern every time you introduce yourself.

“Sure.” You answered, and the two of you shook hands.

“Say… who do you think would win? Godzilla or King Kong?”

“Psh, is that even a question? Godzilla, obviously. He’s the king of monsters for a reason! And grandpa got his Atomic Breath; what does Kong even have?”

“You. I like you. I have a feeling that this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

When there’s no escaping from Angel’s octopus arm of love and friendship around your shoulders, you let yourself be swept away.

“So you’re an Electro Energetic?”

“Yup.”

“Got any plans on what you’re going to be in the future?”

“To shed my mortal body and transform into King Ghidorah.”

“...Can I be the left head?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that. We need the right head, though.”

“I’ll give my friend a call; they’re a Freelancer studying at D.A.M.N too. Maybe you’ve seen them around?”

“Wait - you said your boyfriend is a Vampire?”

“He’s more of a dork than a Vampire, but yeah.”

“Cool, cool. Hey, my boyfriend is a Werewolf. Do you know what this means?”

“...Twilight marathon?”

“Twilight marathon! We have to do it. Let’s go, Lovely; you’re going to crash at my place for the best movie night of your life!”

“I’ll grab some food and drinks from my place. Will be there in twenty minutes.”

“This is the third time I’ve watched these movies and I think they just got worse over the years.” You complained, chugging down your fourth can of Red Bull. You don’t drink, so you wondered if this is how it feels like to slowly go drunk. Or high.

You’re in your sleep wear - a simple black shorts and one of Vincent’s t-shirts. Exhausted, stomach bloated with snacks; you feel like shit. Your body is seconds away from saying fuck it and crash down.

And yet you’ve never felt so alive before.

The time on your phone says it's 3.23 AM; you and Angel slough through the first two movies and now finally, the end credits for Eclipse roll down on the TV screen. Angel lives with their boyfriend - who was on a business trip, coincidentally - in a very homely apartment. When you first entered, you could tell just what sort of couple they are.

The place looks as if a small tornado tried to turn the apartment upside down but was fended off just barely - little knick knacks such as rainbow beaded bracelets were carelessly thrown on the kitchen counter behind a microwave, a crop top with printed bongo cats floating within a glittered galaxy is drape over a dining chair, three heart-shaped balloons knock against one another from the living room’s ceiling and for some reason, the USB stereo is on the floor playing Black Pink’s Pretty Savage.

The other half of the apartment - the more organised side - are filled with neatly shelved books of all genres, an untouched bowl of fruits are on the coffee table and most of the expensive-looking dishes and silverwares are displayed behind a glass cabinet. Those were probably gifts from family and friends.

You spend an entire day here, engaging in stupid but fun conversations with Angel, painted each others’ nails and even shop online for the sluttiest outfit that you two could find just for the hell of it before binge-watching the entire Twilight series.

Unlike you, however, Angel is buzzing around like a hyperactive bunny on crackhead energy. Halfway through New Moon, she busted out stacks of colourful sticky notes, some thumbtacks and a huge yarn ball. You watch with utter fascination as they begin to furiously write down every little thing about the Vampires and Werewolves representations from the movies to your and their boyfriend.

It’s 3.25 AM now. The entire living room wall looks like an abstract form of an art piece, made of common stationeries.

Hair in a messy bun, a stick of strawberry pocky dangling from their lips like a lit cigarette, a black sharpie in one hand and dressed in black cat onesie, Angel tapped on the piece of red sticky note that wrote ‘culture appropriation or nah?’

“So what have we learned so far?”

“Vampires don't sparkle.” You immediately piped up and this time, cracked open a can of black coffee. A brand name from Japan, but the bitter tang immediately zolt your already fried nerves to maximum level. You love it. “Period.”

“Noted! Now, does this make Stephenie Meyer racist!?”

You actually had to pause and consider that. “Will need to get you back on that one.”

Angel hurried to scribble ‘remind Lovely for feedback’ inside the same note. “Very well. We shall move on to the Werewolves.” They start to list down the characteristics of the Werewolves portrayed in the movies and then compare them to their boyfriend; but the thing is, they didn’t realise that they verbally list down the quirks of their Shifter lover instead.

You find it cute that Angel rambled on and on about someone named Davey, so you didn’t interrupt them. Hell, you’d be the same with Vincent.

It wasn’t long before the two of you got sidetracked from comparing your lovers to spilling the tea about your relationships.

“After we first slept together, I said to Davey, “Thanks for the sex, bro” complete with a peace sign and a wink. He got so mad that he refused to let me off the bed until I promised to stay.” Angel laughs fondly. They tear open a bag of Cheetos Puffs and throw one into your open mouth. The two of you celebrate with a high-five.

“Vince freaked out when I told him he was my first.” You chewed, swallowed and washed the after taste of the junk food with even more coffee. Who needs sleep when you could reach divinity with cans of Red Bulls, Kirin Fire coffees and junk foods. “He was extra sweet to me the next day as if he was trying to make up for how rough he was. You could totally see how precious he is from Pluto.”

“That’s so cute!” Angel cooed. “You’ve landed the golden D, dude. Congrats.”

“Sounds like you’re the same. To us!”

You clink your can of coffee with Angel’s bottle of Mountain Dew.

Eventually, the night made way to the rising sun and the final scene of Breaking Dawn came to a close. The living room is a total mess - blankets and pillows are strewn all over the floor, empty bags of chips, cans and bottles are underneath the coffee table and you swore that one rolled underneath the couch and the wall is still a sad, modern version of cubism with strings.

“So…” You tilt your head to stare at a wide-eyed Angel, still buzzing with energy. “Want to play Mario Kart? Loser has to let the winner dress them for the day.”

“You’re on! I hope you like crop tops”

Vincent couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. The airport is bustling with people rushing for their early morning flights despite dawn barely peeking from the horizon. Like most of the humans around them, Vincent and Will are waiting for their boarding gate to open.

Speaking of Will, he had wandered off to inquire about their time of arrival to one of the help counters somewhere near the vending machines that they passed.

These past three days felt like three years without Lovely at his side. Vincent was an idiot to think that a few simple phone calls were enough to chase the yearning of his undead heart for his lover. His sweet and strong, Lovely.

How are they right now? Judging from the different time zones, Vincent reckoned that it’s nearly midnight where the city of Dahlia is right now. Is Lovely getting ready for bed? What did they have for dinner? How was their day?

An amused chuckle startled Vincent from his musing. “Oh Vincent, did your phone somehow insult you? You’ve been glaring at it for at least five minutes since I’ve returned.”

“G-Geez! Don’t sneak up on me like that, old man.” Vincent mumbled, he nearly dropped his phone from his Sire’s sudden and silent appearance.

“Apologies. Perhaps you should give them a call?” Will suggested as he took a seat beside him. He offers a warm, knowing smile at Vincent’s confused expression. “You wore a lovelorn expression when you stared at your phone. Do us both a favour and call your Lovely, hmm?”

“...I shouldn’t. They’re probably sleeping - ”

“Maybe. Or maybe not. For all you know, they might still be up, waiting for you to call them.”

Vincent gave in. He desperately needed to hear Lovely's voice. Besides, their sleepy whines are so adorable and he misses them terribly.

Will occupied himself with a John Grisham book while Vincent pressed familiar numbers and held his phone up to his ear. Lovely answered in less than a minute.

“Hey, Lovely.” Vincent greets, feeling the uneasiness and longing untangled themselves from his chest. He can’t wait to return home and have them in his arms again. The next time he has to go on a business trip again, he’ll bring Lovely along. If Will has a problem with it, he could take Alexis. “Sorry for calling you again so late at night. I… I just need to hear your voice again. Anyway, are you on the bed - ”

“Oh my god, did you just throw your underwear at me!?”

“Uh, Lovely?”

Vincent immediately pull the phone away when his ear is assaulted by a cacophony of K-pop music blaring in the background, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh of glee and Lovely’s mutterings of “That slut is going to get it now”, “300% sugar in your boba tea? Dude, just do cocaine instead!” and “Oh, Dilf alert! He has a French accent too? A solid 8/10 from me, definitely.”

Beside him, Will snorts. He happily ignores the glare Vincent threw at him and flips a page.

But for a brief, crazy moment, Vincent was struck with fear at the thought of his lover harbouring a secret crush on his Sire. He still remembers how freely Lovely blush and giggle whenever Will was around.

“Lovely? Is everything alright?” Vincent tries again, straining to hear through the music and someone’s chattering. Who is with his Lovely past midnight? He starts to worry and feel… a little uncomfortable.

“Vincent? What’s up, baby? You don’t usually call me so late.” Lovely reply, sounding a bit distracted. Suddenly, Vincent heard a crash, followed by a, “It’s not broken! It’s all good!”

“Where are you? What’s going on? Are you at a party?” Vincent didn’t demand, he inquired as firmly as possible. Flashes of his Lovely dancing at a club or hanging out with some faceless man and woman keep popping in his mind. It stirs his bloodlust.

Will idly pat his hand to calm Vincent down, eyes still glued to his book.

“I’m at home; had a friend over for the night. The apartment is just… too quiet without you.”

Lovely’s easy and genuine admittance settled something feral inside of Vincent. He guessed that his lover and their friend must be having a sleepover.

“I’m sorry that I had to leave, Lovely.” Vincent murmurs. “Will and I are at the airport right now. We should be boarding in thirty minutes.” Here, he paused and continued in a quieter tone, “I’ve missed you so much, Lovely. I’ve left my heart with you and… well, it’s just not the same without you.”

“See!? Prime example of a golden D there, Lovely!” Someone - Vincent assumed is his lover’s friend - shriek in the background.

Their sudden shriek didn’t surprise him. What did, however, was another, stranger’s voice joining in their conversation.

From a couple of seats, right in front of Vincent. Right here in the airport.

“Don’t shriek into the phone, Angel! Are you trying to make me go deaf in one ear!?”

The man - no, Shifter, grumbled. Vincent could smell the scent of lush forest and dirt around him; a Werewolf, then. But his nature wasn’t the reason why Vincent’s jaw is hanging open.

Will, who had given up the pretence of reading his book, couldn’t hold himself back from grinning widely. He already connected the dots, unlike Vincent. “Oh my, isn’t that Alpha Shaw? He must be on a business trip as well! What a small world.”

Luckily Vincent was clutching his phone tightly or not he would’ve dropped it in shock. Alpha Shaw? No way… David Shaw!? The Alpha of the Werewolf’s pack in Dahlia!? What the fuck -

“Turn down the volume, Angel, before the neighbours call the police!” Lovely shouted back.

In front of him, Vincent and Will watch the impressive scowl on David Shaw’s - the Werewolf King of Dahlia, himself - face. “Uh, excuse me? The fuck? It’s way past midnight, Angel. Where are you; who are you with?”

“Looks like your lover made a new friend.” Will said in mock-whisper. Even though both of them knew full well that the Shifter wouldn’t be able to hear them from where they are in his human form. “I have a feeling that the Shaw pack and the Solaire clan will be closely in touch in the coming days.”

Vincent shakes his head; truly, his Lovely is something else. Without hesitation, the Vampire Prince got up to introduce himself to the annoyed Werewolf. He didn’t take it personally when the Shifter shot him a glare for interrupting his phone call. If looks could kill, well, let’s just say that Vincent is thankful that being a Vampire means that he’s not about to be a Werewolf’s chew toy anytime soon.

“Hi. I’m Vincent Solaire - yes, you heard that right - and before you ask, I’m pretty sure our lovers are currently hanging out at my place right now.”

That got the Alpha to do a wonderful imitation of a statue. He wouldn’t look out of place at the Louvre, Vincent thought.

David exhales loudly - as if he damn close to being done with everything that this world has to offer - before addressing his lover on the other side of the phone. “The things you got yourself into, you damn troublemaker.” No doubt that David probably isn’t too keen to know that his mate is friends with a Vampire’s lover, but Will has a knack for turning enemies to allies; he’ll let his Sire deal with the politics once they get back to Dahlia.

“You love me!” Angel smugly replied. “Oh and guess what? We binge watched the entire Twilight movie series and we got some questions!”

“And uh, just a heads up.” Lovely’s voice hesitantly chimes through Vincent’s phone. “We haven’t slept since you guys left. I mean, I slept the day you left Vince, but, uh...”

Vincent winces and politely ignores David’s flow of cursing under his breath.

They left home for only three days, surely their apartments are still standing and their lovers aren’t drunk, high or planning to commit anarchy!

...Right?

#redacted asmr #fanfic #second pov #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #lovely (listener)#angel (listener)#vincent solaire #will solaire #david shaw

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linyi-is-dreaming · 3 years ago

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The Drop Of A Tear - 15

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around her finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards starts to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away?

CHAPTER 15

“Are you sure I should not come with you?”, Jungkook asks as he talks with Y/N on the phone. He can hear that she seems to have come to a stop as the motor of her car is no longer hearable. “I would only need a few minutes to be there if you want me to.”

“I told you I will do this on my own and now I am already in front of Tae’s house. I will be alright. Plus, I do not know how he will take it if he sees you here with me at this moment.”

“I know you will be alright but if anything is happening that you do not like, text or call me immediately. I do not care what he thinks. You know that.” A small laugh escapes Y/N as she hears the cockiness in Jungkook’s voice.

“Yeah, I know... By the way, I thought you are at Yoongi’s studio today?” Surprised by her question, he looks at Yoongi who shows him with his hand to cut the call. Jungkook watches Yoongi turn his eyes before he turns back to his computer.

“I am. I am at Yoongi’s studio right now.”

“He does not mind that you are still talking to me instead of working?”

“He actually curses at me for the last five minutes…”, he confesses as he mouths a sorry to Yoongi who is turning his eyes once again. Yoongi tries to be as patient as he can but slowly, he is starting to lose any patience he got left. Y/N’s deep breath are clear to hear on the phone. As the need to let out a deep breath himself, he takes a long breath as he sits down on the couch behind Yoongi’s chair. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“You better hang up now. We got work to do. Y/N can take care of herself!”, Yoongi whispers.

“No.”, she answers. “I better get going.”

“Okay.” For a moment it was silent. No one said a word nor did anyone want to hang up the call. The silence on the phone was cut short though when Y/N heard a slap. It sounded like something heavy must either been dropped or thrown. The groan from Jungkook makes her fear that he might got hurt.

“Are you okay?”, Y/N wonders. “What was that slapping sound?”

“Yeah, I am good. Yoongi hit me with a book.”, Jungkook answers as he throws an angry look at Yoongi.

“With a book?”

“I swear, if you both do not say good bye right now, I will not allow any phones in my studio anymore!”, Yoongi yells as he walks to the other side of the room to grab a drink from his little studio fridge.

“I better hang up now.”, Jungkook states as he touches the back of his head.

“Okidoki. I will talk to you later.”

“Call me when you left his place.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.” As soon as Jungkook said ‘bye’, she hangs up to avoid any possibility of her staying on the phone any longer. As she hangs up, she looks around the neighborhood as another deep breath leaves her lips.

“You got this Y/N.”, she assures herself. Carefully, she picks up the divorce paper. “Just say ‘here are the paper’ and leave. Nothing more. Don't let him talk you into a conversation. Just bring the paper and leave immediately.” The walk from the parking lot in front of his fence to his front door might just take a minute but to her, it felt like an eternity. “Just breath.”, she tells herself as she notices how fast her heart is starting to beat. Nervously, she puts the paper under her left arm as she rings the bell with her right hand. The silence after, was soon disturbed as she hears the key movement at the door.

“I was already waiting for you, Y/N.”, Tae greets friendly as he opens his front door. “You found your way to my new address.” His voice sounds happy, too happy for her taste. ‘Didn’t he know I would come with the divorce papers today’, she wonders. Y/N nods whilst she holds the divorce paper in front of her.

“I came with the paper. The divorce papers.”, she says slowly. “I already signed them.”

“That is why you wanted to meet up?”, Tae asks disappointed as he leans against his door frame.

“I had to give the papers to you personally. I wanted to make sure you would receive them.”

“I see.”, Tae sighs as he stands upright again. “Come in. I will make us something to drink.”, Tae offers as he opens the door widely but Y/N does not look up at him nor does she show any sign to enter his house. “Don’t you want to come inside? I could make a toast if you are hungry.”

“I don’t want to go inside.”, she says as her fingers start to move nervously. The sound of her fingers tap on the paper is not staying unnoticed by him. He keeps looking between her face and her fingers nervously.

“Is everything alright? If your blood sugar is low again, I can get you a snicker or something-”

“No, thanks. I only came to bring you the papers. Our divorce papers, Tae. Just take them., please.”, Y/N interrupts him as she hands him the paper.

“Y/N, please. Let’s think about it some more.”, Tae begs. Even though she is still holding the papers towards him, Tae makes no effort to take them from her. “We do not need to sign those papers. We can make it up on other terms.”

“Other terms? No, the papers have all the regulations required in black and white. Take them.”

“We were so perfect together. You are the best wife and mother I could have even imagined. Let's not rush it.” Angrily, she looks at him. “I do not want to make you angry but, look what our family had achieved together. We were so perfect. Can we try that again? No matter what the rules are, I follow every single one of yours to make this work.”

“You wanted to rush into a divorce first. So, take the papers.”, Y/N says as calmly as she could. She knows if he would get angry, she would have failed for him to take the papers from her.

“Come inside, please. I will make some coffee. My coffee machine makes amazing Cappuccinos. The ones you like with the extra cream on top.”

“Tae, I am not here for a small talk. I just want to give you the papers and leave.”, she explains as she stretches her arms even more to get the papers closer to him.

“Y/N, I love you. I still love you so deeply. How can I show it to you? I really mean when I say-”, his voice shuts down as soon as he sees her hand showing him to stop.

“I am not here to hear you out. Take the papers!”

“Only if you come inside first, please.”

“Just take them.”

“Is it so horrible to come inside and to talk to me? Am I such a nightmare to even look at? You looked at me for maybe ten seconds from the whole time you are here.”

“I should have left already by now. I have to go.”

“I moved for us. For our family. Take a fast tour through the house and you will see how beautiful the rooms for our children have become. The kitchen is a similar to the design of the old house but got all the things you wanted to be added to the old one. All the summer vacation photos are hanging by the stair case. The oldest one is on the bottom and the higher we go, to the latest one-.”

“You mean, just because you are selling our former home and living here, it would change a thing?”, she interrupts. “What about the missing photo of the summer our upcoming divorce went public? What about the summer that your side fling had destroyed for my kids? The summer, when you did not even have the guts to show up because you had to find yourself again? It is always about you. Always about what you want! I have enough. I am done.”

“Y/N, do not say that.”

“Tae, I am so done! Do you have any ideas how much strength it even costs me to stand here? Do you have any idea how much I hate you for everything you have done to us? Our young girl is getting bullied because of what is going on in the news! Her friends turned their backs on her. Do you even know how much she cried when you do not even call her back and how hurt she was when she had lost her friends at the same time? From all the kids, she needed you the most! You were not there for not even one kid!”

“That is not true because I tried my best!”, Tae yells in frustration.

“Not true? Okay, here we go. The older girl noticed way too much of what was happening. Do you have any idea how unhappy she still is? She wishes you were not her father anymore. The worst part, I cannot even blame her. What about the big boy’s game? You will not watch it? Why? Did you forget that you have a son who loves to play for his team and that his game which was set weeks ago would be on that damn weekend? The worst thing about it all, your own toddler does not recognize you as his father!”, Y/N yells. Her yelling is no longer anger, but also pain. The pain, to her frustration, he does not seem to be able to feel. “Do you finally get it? You dropped your kids because you needed time for yourself. You dropped them to have time for this horrible woman. You dropped them as they would not even be your kids. They mean nothing to you. Be honest, just once for the last two years.” Y/N can see the fight in Tae’s eyes before he looks down ashamed. It makes her feel bad to make him feel so low of himself but on the other side she went through so much more, that she starts to believe that this cold truth might help him realize that he is no longer needed around. It might be cold but it would be the best for her kids, Y/n believes.

“I am so sorry. I truly am fucking sorry. I know now, how different I should have had behaved but, I was so stupid.”, Tae says as wipes the tears off his face. “I was too blind to see what I was doing...”

“Way too late, Tae.”

“I know.”, he says as he puts his hands out to take the papers as their eyes meet. In the last second just as he was to grab the papers, he pulls his hands back. “But do you not think, for just one second, that we could start all over again?”

“No, we cannot.”

“I am not home until you are with me, Y/N. I need you and the kids back with me. Without you, there is no home. I regret it all so much. Don’t you see”

“Tae. Just take the papers so that I can leave.”

“I only take them if you come inside first.”

“What do you expect to happen when I come inside? You will only be mad and I will be hurt even more.”, she explains as she wipes the tear that just escaped.

“I am sorry. I know the tears are because of the pain I cost you.”, he sighs as he closes the door behind him. He puts his hand on her upper arm and turns her towards the bench. “Can we at least sit on this bench over there?”, he asks her softly.

“Tae, I really-”

“I am not about to fight with you.”, he assures. “I just want to talk to you, please. I think we have more to discuss than we both thought we would have to.”

“Fine.”, Y/N tells him as she walks over to the bench. “Make it short.” Tae nods as he sits down next to her.

“Thank you.”, Tae says with a relaxed facial expression. “I just want to understand why I was not allowed to pick you and the kids up from your current home? I just do not understand why you would keep me away from your house and not tell me that you are not living at your old one anymore.”

“It is not as I want to keep you away from our house.”, she lies. “I was just thinking about my princess. If you two would bust heads again. The ride in the car would be a mess for everyone involved.”

“I understand that but look, I am trying to figure out how to be alright with my kids again but I need your help to do that.”

“My help?” Y/N notices how nervous he rubs his hands.

“I want my kids to forgive me for destroying our family but they do not care when I am around. I am a ghost to them.”

“They care but they waited so long for you to make a step towards them that they built up a wall to protect themselves. They just do not know how to handle their emotions right now. You must give them time.”

“It’s been almost a year...”, he comments with a sadness in his voice. “Is there anything I can do? Something I did not try yet? I just want to have at least one lovely night of us playing cards and just talk about our day...”

“You can only give them time and space. That is all you can do.” As soon as the word ‘space’ came out of her mouth, Tae looks eye widened at her.

“I will not stop contacting them, if that is what you are telling me!”, he says in a deep voice which sounded like a warning. His face shows the opposite of what his voice sounded like. It looked more fragile and hurt than angry or aggressive.

“That is not what I am saying. If you invite the kids to go the ice cream shop for example, just take the kids who want to go and find something else for the others. Princess used to love to go horse riding with you, maybe you can try that.” Tae nods as he lets the suggested ideas cross his mind. He knows that she might be right. Maybe it is even better not to push them to do activities together but to do something the kids suggest instead.

“Sounds right. I will think about that.”, Tae states as he looks deeply into her eyes. “I missed this. Just to sit with you and to talk with you.” His voice was so warm and calm that she does not even notice that he placed one of her hands in his hands. Even though she is noticing it now, she feels frozen as all the emotions come back up. The soft look in his teary eyes. The careful touch of his thumb on the back of her hand. Y/N cannot help herself as to think back, when they were just engaged. It was after one Tae’s band concerts. The little walk whilst he held her hand. The snowy night on the bench whilst he moved his thumb up and down her hand. How he said that the engagement ring looks so much better on her and how he could not wait to add a wedding ring to it. Only after a blink, she notices that she keeps starring for too long into his eyes.

“I think I should get going.”, she says quietly as she removes her hand from his hands and quickly places the papers on his lap. “Bye Tae.”

“Why are you running away?”, he asks as he gets up. She takes two more quick steps before she stops. As soon as she stops in her tracks, he walks up behind her.

“I am not running away.”, she explains. “I just do not know what to feel either. Let’s be honest, we both don’t. What the hell are we even doing? Why did you do that to us? Why did you destroy us?” At her last words, both feel the sadness rushing over them. Tae nor Y/N are able to hide any of their tears as their pain is taking over their bodies.

“I have no answer to why.”, Tae sobs. “I can only tell you that I felt horrible after realizing what I did. I just could not stop. It was selfish, I see that now. Back then-”, he stops himself from talking as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “Back then, I did not know what I wanted for us. I felt like I was losing you because you were doing everything at home and all I did was bringing the money home and to be dad for an hour for the kids before their bed time. I was no husband to you. I was a roommate to you. A room mate who became lonely and someone who doubted himself as a father and husband. I tried so hard to be better for all of you, but I failed. I drank too much that one night and one thing led to the other...”

“Why did you say nothing? Why did you never told me how you felt? I was your damn wife, Tae! You should have trusted me as I trusted you! I thought everything was going great between us and that the sadness in your eyes came from working too much. You always said you felt overworked but never that it was because your emotions... Why did you not come to me? I was your wife, your friend and most importantly, your partner. Why did you not talk to me?”

“I do not have an answer for why I did what I did... I guess I felt hurt to not be man enough to be there for you and for our kids. The guilt of having a family that I no longer knew how to be the man of anymore was eating me up.”

“Before you started to... Did you doubt me? Did you think I would have let you down?”

“No, I never had a single doubt in my mind that I could not lean on you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me anything then? I don’t understand you, Tae!”

“Because I could not be who you needed me to be. I was not able to admit it because I was afraid how you would see me if I would. I was so worried that you would pack your stuff and leave.”

“You are so stupid. All I needed from you is to see me as your partner who you could trust. See me as someone you can go to when you feel lost, hurt or any kind of emotion that you need to talk about. I tried so hard to be someone who returns your love and someone you would not be afraid of to tell what is going on. But most importantly, I needed you to be the father our boys could look up to and maybe someone they would like to become. I needed you to be an example to our daughters to see how a real man treats the woman he loves. That is all I needed from you.”, she explains as she sobs. “That is all I ever wanted and needed from you.” As the words leave her lips, she can feel her heart ache once again.

“Do you still love me?”, he asks carefully as he removes her hair from her face. ‘Do I still love him?’, Y/N asks herself as she says nothing whilst looking at him. In hope that there might be a little flame somewhere within her, he places his hand carefully on the side of her neck as he looks deep inside her eyes. As he moves his face closer to hers, something inside her seem to be happy to get close to the one who was such a big part in her life but on the other side, something felt so badly wrong about it. Just before their lips touch, Tae pulls away. “You have no answer as you do not know if you do, right? Is that why you were okay if I would have just kissed you?”, Tae questions as he moves his finger under her chin. “This is why I say we should wait. We both still feel connected to each other. I know you do because I feel it too.”

“Tae, I got to go.”, she says as she touches his wrist to remove his hand from her face. Just as she was about to remove his hand, she keeps looking into his eyes. Those eyes were home to her once, those lips spoke the most calming and romantic words in the most beautiful way. She closes her eyes after realizing how much she keeps staring at his lips.

“I thought you wanted to leave.”, he remembers her calmly as he removes his arm from her.

“I am about to do that.”, she says as her eyes wonder to his chest which was once her pillow at night. All the emotions from the good days start to creep up. The urge to kiss him, feel him close again is starting to grow stronger. All the good memories they shared, flash before her eyes so fast that she has trouble to focus on any of the memories. If it was his scent or just that he was standing so close, Y/N could not say what it is that makes her wanting him. There is just something that makes her want to be closer to him. This feeling is twisted, so twisted that it starts to confuse her. ‘How could I want him now, after everything he did to me? How come I have to fight myself not to give in? What does this mean?’, she asks herself as she looks away.

“Y/N. Why don’t you st-” He stops to speak as he sees her eyes looking deeply into his with an expression he has not seen in a long time. He can clearly see that there is something longing for him within her eyes but he knows, he should not make the first move. Her mind starts to fill with the wish to be adored again, to be loved again. She knows that Tae would never able to give her what her heart desires and that she would never be able to trust him ever again the way she once did. ‘The feeling I have for you, it is stronger than what I ever felt for anybody else.’; Jungkook words were suddenly so clear to hear to her that she notices what she almost wanted to. It was enough though, for her to know what she rather wants and just like a thunder in the sky, her mind starts to clear up. ‘Jungkook.’, a voice in her head repeats. Y/N’s hands push Tae backwards to gain some space as she takes a step back. “That was a mistake.”, she says quietly as Tae steps closer to her. again “No! Stay away. I cannot believe that I almost did that!”, she tells him as tears run down her cheeks. Before Tae has even a chance to say anything else, she runs towards her car.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait! Let’s talk about this.”, he screams after her as she keeps running faster and faster towards her car. He wants to run behind her, but he knows that she needs space. Space from him no matter how hard it might get for himself. If he really wants his family back, he knows that he needs to put himself back first. “Stop running from me.”, he says quietly with a broken voice as he watches her getting into her car. For a moment he fights with himself if he should stop her from leaving or if he should just let her go. As she drives off, he looks at the papers in his hand. “I will see you soon, Y/N.” Tae looks one more time after the car before she is out of sight.

As Y/N drives off onto the street, she keeps scolding herself for the desire to be close with the man again, who cheated on her. No matter how much Y/N is thinking about the feeling which made her almost kiss him, she cannot help but cry. Cry in disappointed about herself. The fear of becoming weak for a man who did this to her family makes her wonder, if she could sink any lower than that. Even though she keeps looking for the reason her feelings came back, she cannot help but blame herself to have not listening to Jungkook. Jungkook told her to not bring the divorce papers personally. He warned her and she did not listen. The feeling of having messed up, starts to surface on her mind. “Why am I so stupid?”, she questions herself as she keeps driving along the street. As her view became too blurry to drive, she stops on the side of the road. “Why can I not hate you? I have a right to do so, but I just cannot do it... What the fuck is wrong with me?”, she asks as she leans back into her seat. The tears run down from her face like a waterfall. It feels as she would have betrayed her own kids. She told them, that they will not be one family again and that she will not waste another tear about him. But is somebody to blame for the feeling somebody has for a person who has no control over them? “Why did I want kiss him?”, Y/N wonders quietly to herself. She starts to wonder if she could keep up with all the promises she made. “I just want to forget all the happy times. I want to hate you, Tae. I just cannot do it and I do not know why...” Angrily, she throws her phone onto the passenger seat as she crosses her arms on the wheel. “Not just that I am an idiot for what I did, but what about Jungkook? Why did I drag him into this?”, she questions herself guilty.

💧💧💧

It was not long after Jungkook’s phone call with Y/N, that he left Yoongi’s studio. Nervously, he walks up and down his living room. At first, he was just worried about her but by each hour that passed, he got more and more concerned. “Where are you Y/N?”, he wonders loudly as he checks the time on his watch again. “You wanted to be back before seven pm... It is already past eight-thirty. I hope Tae did not do anything stupid.”, he mutters as he puts his phone down. As his phone rings, he picks up quickly. “Y/N?”

“Uhm, maybe you should check who is calling you, Jungkook.” Even as he recognized the voice, he decided to check the caller’s name anyway on his screen. Disappointed about the caller not being Y/N, he sighs lightly as he places the phone in his other hand.

“Princess, did you change your mind? Do I have to come to pick you kiddies up?”

“No. Sis and I got our own room. The boys share the room.”

“Sounds nice.”, he says. “Something wrong because you called me?”

“Not really. I just wanted to let you know that you packed two pajamas for Sis but none for me...” Jungkook slaps himself in his face as he goes through his mind on how he packed the bag for the three older ones to stay the night at Jimin’s house. “I told you, you would need help with packing.”

“I am sorry, Princess. Do you want me to bring you yours or did you find a solution?”

“I am allowed to wear uncle Jimin’s wife pajamas. It is a little big but it is okay.”

“Good.”

“We are going to sleep now. Is mom there?”

“She did not arrive yet.”

“Nevermind. I will tell her tomorrow.”

“Good night!”

“Good night, uncle Jungkook.”, the girls say in unison. The sweet way the girls were speaking, makes him smile as he sits down on the couch. “Y/N, is that you?”, Jungkook wonders as he hears keys at the front door. Happy about her return, he walks towards her. “How did it go?”, he asks curiously as he steps in front of her. “I was already worried because you did not call me.”, he adds as he waits for to have taking off her shoes. As soon as he noticed the redness in her face, the tried tears on her cheek, his voice turns into a very worried one. “What happened? Did he touch you? Did he yell at you?” Whilst Y/N shakes her head to answer him, he pulls her into a tight hug. “You do not have to answer, it’s okay. You are safe here.” In the moment, he puts his hand on the back of her neck, she starts to cry again.

“I am so stupid! Why are my emotions so fucked up?”, she sobs.

“Oh, Y/N... Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moves his hand along her shoulders as he keeps her tight with his other arm around her waist. “What happened? You said you would only bring the papers.” Y/N nods to answer his question. “Did he hurt you?” This question is breaking her once again as she thinks about the moment, she thought about kissing Tae.

“I am such a fool. I am such an idiot!”, she confesses angrily. “Why did I not handle it differently? I should have just thrown the papers at his feet and leave. Why did I even talk with him?”

“It is okay. Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks as he holds her by her upper arms. His eyes are looking for hers to make eye contact with her but her eyes are more focused on his chest. It took a few more tries to finally make the eye contact happen. Her eye color looks so intense, but so beautiful. It is a few tones lighter in comparison to her eye color when she didn't cry. “You do not need to speak about it, but I just want to help you. I can only help if I know what is going on.”

“I am an idiot, that’s what’s up...” Y/N uses her arm sleeves to wipe her face dry before she looks into Jungkook’s eyes before she looks past him. “I am just so ashamed.”

“What did you do?”, Jungkook wonders as he panics on the inside if she might have forgiven him. Slowly, she removes herself from Jungkook. “Did you two... You know?”

“No, but...”

“But?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Just tell me, tell me brutally honestly. Why can I not hate him as much as I want to? I want to hate him, so badly, but I just cannot do it... I always said I did, but somehow I realized today that I don’t.”

“Oh, Y/N.”, he sighs.

“Should I not hate him for what he did to me and my kids? He did not only hurt me badly but my kids as well.”

“You will not like my answer.”

“Try me.”, she tells him as she cannot help but sob.

“You are not the person to hate or to wish bad upon someone. That is simply not you.”, he answers as he wipes the tears off her face with his sleeves. “You are just confused and you have a right to be confused.”

“Why am I like this? I do not know what to feel or what is even right to feel anymore.” The speed of her talking makes Jungkook even more worried but he hopes that she will finally say what had truly happened at Tae’s house.

“That is okay. I guess I was no help either with my confession the other night.”

“I wanted to-”, she stops talking as she wonders if she would hurt him by explaining what she had almost done. Her eyes immediately looking for his to see if he noticed what she just tried to tell him. Her eyes immediately look away as the embarrassment starts to grow.

“You wanted to do what?” Y/N starts to play with her arm sleeves as she gets more nervous. “Y/N, what did you just try to tell me?”, he wonders worriedly. A long sigh leaves her lips before she looks back into his eyes.

“I... I...”

“Breath and just tell me.”

“I almost kissed him when my emotions overwhelmed me.”, she explains slowly as her a tear escapes her eye. Jungkook’s facial expression is starting to change. At the beginning he looked worried, now it started to look crushed. “I have no explanation on why I did want to. Those feelings were overwhelming me so strongly. I thought I buried them for good... It felt like when we used to date. Like the time when he walked me home and we had to say goodbye on our first date. I do not know why, but all the emotions, memories came back. I stopped myself before I kissed him. The bad memories and your words from the other night cleared my mind. I cannot explain why I wanted to do that...”

“I already asked you, but what about now?”

“What do you mean about now?”

“Do you still love him?”, Jungkook questions nervously as he keeps staring into her eyes. “Maybe you still do and that is why you are feeling this way. Is there a spot in your heart that still loves him and that wants him back?”

“I do not think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I thought I was over him but now I am not sure anymore.”

“Answer my next question without thinking. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I told you how I feel about you but you said nothing in return. Answer honestly! Do you like me more than a friend? Answer in one, two, three.”

“I do.”, she says spontaneously without thinking. “I, I should have not-”

“You, you do?”, he asks as he interrupts her. “Do you really?”

“I kind of do. Lately, I find myself thinking about us. I know, I should not feel this way as you a friend of my soon to be ex but I cannot help it. I thought about us as a fam-”, Jungkook interrupts her words by the touch of his hands beside her jawline.

“If you do not want me to, push me away.”, he says as he leans in to kiss her. The kiss was not a minute but it was enough for both of them to feel the same feeling. Jungkook leans away slowly, while his eyes check her facial expression.

“Did I make your heart beat faster?”, he asks as she keeps looking surprised at him.

“No.”, she answers breathless.

“No?”, he asks as he takes his hands from her.

“It feels as it is about to explode.”, she says as she places her hands on the collar of his t-shirt to pull him closer for a kiss. “This here, makes my heart beat so much faster.”, she says between the kisses. Without saying any other word, Jungkook pulls her closer by her waist. One kiss, turns into more kisses. Neither of them would be able to tell how those three kisses turned into a heated make out but both of them are too lost in the moment to notice that their hands are beneath each other's shirts as Jungkook places kisses along her neck. “Wait. Wait a minute.” Her hands leave his body quickly as she pushed herself off of him. “Are we doing the right thing?”

“Why would it be wrong?”, Jungkook asks as he steps closer her to reduce the distance between them.

“I am still married.”

“This is not adultery as Tae already did that. You have a right to be happy. I want to be your happiness, your shield or even if you want me to be a damn soldier, I would do it for you.”, Jungkook says as he pulls her closer for another kiss on her lips.

“What about him though? If he figures that out?”, she wonders as she kisses him back.

“We will hide it from the kids for now just in case someone would say it accidentally. Afterwards we can inform them about it.”, he explains as he breaks their kiss. He leans his forehead on hers as he licks his lips. “In this way, we would make sure Tae and nobody else would know until we want them to.”

“Are you trying to use me for fun or do you really mean it?” Confused, Jungkook moves his head back and puts his fingers under her chin to make her look up at him.

“I am absolutely not using you for my lust or anything like that! When I confessed to you, I meant it. I just wanted to prevent more drama before the divorce has gone through. If I waited any longer, it would have eaten me alive.” The longer she looks into his eyes, the more she wonders how sincere he means it.

“Okay.”, she tells him.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I trust you. I really like you a lot and if you really feel this strong about me, I will give you a chance.” The smile on Jungkook’s face is immediately there. Slowly, Jungkook moves closer to her face to close the gap between their lips once again.

“If you only knew for how long I wanted to hear those words coming from your lips.”

“Are they truly okay of watching over the kids?”, Y/N wonders as she pushes Jungkook away to make him stop kissing her.

“Yeah. Their sons had the idea.”

“What about my little one?”

“He is already sleeping like a bear. I guess, being a singer has its purpose.”

“Did you sing for him?”

“Just a short lullaby.”

“You sang him a lullaby?”

“I do this since I first took care of him.”

“I did not know that you sing to him.”

“Now you do.”

“Let’s eat something. I bet you must be hungry.”

“I actually am hungry.”, she tells him as she pulls him to a tight hug.

“What are you doing then?”

“I am hungry for more kisses.”

“Ask and you will be given.”, he jokes as he leans in. “As long as I can call you my girlfriend, I do whatever... Whenever...”, he says jokingly as he places another butterfly kiss on her lips. “I cannot believe we are doing this right now.”

“Why not?”

“I wanted to be with you for so damn long...”

“I am yours now. So, don’t ruin it. Okay?”

“Do you think I am crazy? I waited almost fifteen years to call you mine.”, he says as he places a long kiss on her lips.

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ravennm84 · 4 years ago

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Lyre Festival Fraud

This was another prompt that I found and just ran with it. The prompt itself was based on the Fyre Festival Disaster that happened in 2017 where 5,000 people were scammed out of thousands of dollars per ticket for what was supposed to be a luxury music festival. I didn’t take the story to quite that scale since most middle schoolers don’t have that kind of cash. There will be a sequel to this coming out soon. Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!!

Over the past few weeks since Marinette had come back to class, she couldn’t help but notice that Lila seemed to be up to something new. For one, the Italian girl hadn’t been bothering her as much as before. There was still the occasional quip and barb thrown in her direction, but nothing compared to what she had been doing before. She wanted to write it off to the deal Adrien had made with the girl, the blonde had confessed the truth to her after the photoshoot and promised her that he would never let things get that out of hand ever again. But something just didn’t seem right.

Lila was sticking to a single story about a party that she was planning on an island south of Venice over the long weekend next month. She was going on and on about it being a private island, with beautiful scenery and a rich history. Her mother was setting it up for a bunch of politicians, and all of the celebrities Lila knew were coming. A five-star chef would be there to make everyone the most amazing food. Many of the musicians she knew were planning to do jam-sessions, so there would be live music. The way she described it, it was going to be the biggest private event that Lila had ever been involved with.

Marinette and Adrien kept keen ears pointed in her direction, more than they normally would. Something about this particular story seemed different from her usual lies. It didn’t sit well with either of them

They could admit, the Italian was smoother with this lie than she was with any other she had spouted since joining their class. She had started mentioning the party a little here and there, then the different celebrities, then the hotel and bringing in the chef. How expensive it all was and how her mother was planning everything. Then, the following week, Lila dropped a bomb that had almost the entire class squealing and scrambling.

“You won’t believe it! Mama said that I could invite all my friends to come to the party so I’ll have more people my age to talk to!” Lila gushed as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Seriously! That’s awesome, girl!” Alya cheered excitedly.

“But I have to be up front with all of you about something, and I want you to know that if I had my way I would never ask, but my mom insisted.” Lila’s expression quickly turned uncertain as she looked around at her ‘friends’ before taking a breath and continuing. “Whoever wants to come, has to take care of their own travel and pay €300 up front for the food and accommodations. I really wish I didn’t have to say that, but there was nothing I could do to change her mind.”

“That’s completely understandable, dudette.” Nino grinned as she slung his arm around Alya’s shoulders. “But still, for two nights in a swanky hotel and all our meals handled, that’s a total steal. When would you need the money?”

Lila’s face lit up again saying that she would need the money at least a week before the party so her mother could book enough rooms and make sure there would be enough food. Mylene asked if they needed their parents to escort them, and Lila promised to get them the needed forms to travel. She also asked Alya not to post anything about this on her blog, as this was supposed to be a private thing with a lot of big-name people and they couldn’t risk word getting out. The journalist readily agreed but made Lila promise that she would be allowed to post pictures after the weekend was over, which Lila readily agreed.

Marinette and Adrien looked on with worry as their classmates began making plans for the weekend in a few weeks. After class let out for the day, Adrien convinced his body guard that he needed to study with Marinette for an upcoming test. Since the man liked the girl, her parents, and had a soft spot for their bakery’s salted caramel scones; he allowed it. Up in her room, the two teens set their homework aside and jumped on Marinette’s computer to see what was going on with the Italian.

“What do you think she’s up to?” Adrien asked her.

“Not sure, but it’s strange that she kept saying how I shouldn’t ask for money when I do commissions, then turns around and asks for €300 per person.” She says, looking up private islands near Venice. “I mean, she has to know that she can’t just ask for money from everyone and then not follow through since she would have to give all of their money back.”

“Agreed, she could try and say that the money was non-refundable, but I don’t think they would accept that.”

She hummed in agreement before pulling up a map. “The only private island I can find close by is Isola Santa Christina, but that’s North-East of Venice, not South. And I checked the availability for that weekend, and it’s not reserved. The only island South of Venice that could be considered ‘private’ is Poveglia.”

The blonde’s brow shot up when he heard the name. “Isn’t that the haunted island that’s been closed off to tourists for a long time?”

“Since the 1960s, when the mental asylum closed.” She nodded, as she continued to read. “And before that, it was where they sent people dying of plague and other diseases to die and be buried. It says right here, there’s over 160,000 people buried there in ‘plague pits’ and it’s nearly impossible to walk five meters without walking over someone’s remains.”

Adrien’s lip curled in disgust as he read the information and history of the island over the French-Asian girl’s shoulder. “Well, she did say that the island was private, historic and had a view. And the island does have a lot of history and it’s private.”

“And there was a plan to turn the old asylum into a luxury hotel a few years back, but that fell through.”

They continued reading the different articles on different islands around Venice, but none of them seemed to fit. Adrien agreed that Lila wouldn’t be so sloppy with her lies to invite everyone to a weekend party and then have to give everyone their money back… but what if she never had to see anyone again?

“Do you mind if I look something up really quick?”

“Did you think of something?” She asked while standing from her desk chair so he could take a look.

“It’s just a hunch,” he muttered, his fingers quickly typing at the keys. “I think you’re right, Lila wouldn’t ask for money if she was just going to have to turn around and give it back, even if she used the ‘deposit’ excuse to keep part of it for herself. That can only mean that something else is going on.”

It took a few minutes, but he found what he was looking for on the Italian Embassy’s website and twitter page. Different people wishing Ambassador Rossi a fond goodbye before she transfers back to Italy before the holiday weekend. “She’s not coming back,” he said between gritted teeth while Marinette looked over his shoulder.

“I want to say that I can’t believe Lila would do something like this, but she purposely got me expelled, almost got me akumatized, and almost caused another Scarlet Moth incident. Stealing from people she won’t see again is well within the boundaries of what she can do.”

Adrien turned the chair to look Marinette in the eyes. “What should we do? We tried the high road, that was a mistake and I’m still kicking myself for saying that, but we can’t just sit back and let all of them get scammed for €300.”

“It will be more than that,” worry evident in her voice. “It will be the €300, whatever they have to spend on their tickets there and back, and whatever money they’ll spend on someplace to stay while they’re there, if they stay in Venice.”

“We have to try,” Adrien said, just as determined when he forced Lila to lie to get Marinette back into school. “Maybe if we talk to everyone, one person at a time and explain what we found, we might be able to convince them to look into things a little deeper and figure it out themselves.”

Marinette hesitated. “They didn’t believe me before, why would they believe me now?”

“Because I’ll be with you every step of the way to show them that it’s not just you, I promise.”

~oOo~

Adrien kept his promise, he stayed with Marinette as they pulled their classmates aside to show them what they found. Nathaniel, Juleka, Rose and Chloe seemed to really listen to them and agreed that it seemed a little too good to be true. The others were more hesitant to listen and turned their questions to Lila, who was quick to spin her lies about the comments on Twitter being taken out of context, that her mother’s coworkers were only saying goodbye for the weekend. Then she turned on the fake tears and accused them of spreading rumors and lies when she was just trying to do something nice for her friends. That resulted in the majority of the class shunning Marinette and Adrien for the weeks leading up to the holiday.

Nearly the entire class gave Lila €300 each before the deadline she had set. Adrien and Marinette had been ‘uninvited’ to the party; Chloe scoffed and said that she wasn’t about to waste her time with a bunch of people she didn’t even like; and Nathaniel, Juleka, and Rose all claimed that they couldn’t afford it. Lila was leaving school a couple days before the weekend to “help her mom prepare for the party” but gave everyone instructions on which dock to meet at for the boat to pick them up and ferry them to the island.

Friday morning, the two of them tried again, practically pleading with their friends not to go, that it had all been a scam. This was met with a lot of harsh words, insults, and Alya declaring that she could no longer be friends with someone as vindictive and jealous as Marinette. That left the girl in tears, but the four that stayed behind were quick to comfort her and took her back to her house after school for a movie night. After the others left, Marinette sent a quick email, hoping for a positive response.

The movie night was followed by a jam-session on Saturday at Juleka and Luka’s place. It was a blast to have Adrien on the keyboard with Kitty Section again, it was a little difficult without a drummer but it was still fun. When Marinette got home, she was relieved to see a response to her email waiting for her and read it before she went to bed.

They had a picnic in the park on Sunday, along with Marc, where Adrien was having a photoshoot so he could sit and eat with them during his breaks. The photographer liked the natural energy and look of the group so much that he took multiple pictures of the three couples, as Vincent put it. There was another email waiting for her when she got home, she read that one twice and rewrote her response three times before sending it.

On Monday, the six of them hung out at the bakery with Tom showing Marinette’s friends how to make the perfect croissant and the best way to pipe frosting onto cupcakes. They had a blast and ended up having a frosting fight at one point, which ended with a large round of giggles and Adrien striking a victory pose since he had gotten hit with the least amount of frosting. Everyone had a great time and went home with the goodies they’d made. The final response in Marinette’s email put a smile on her face, knowing that she had done the right thing.

~oOo~

Tuesday morning and the five of them weren’t sure what to expect. They had decided to go with a united front and met at the Dupain-Cheng bakery so they would go to school together. Sabine gladly handed all of them fresh pastries before they left and wished them luck. Marinette’s parents had been made aware of Lila’s deceit and how she had likely scammed their classmates out of a lot of money. Hearing this, the two bakers had been making multiple calls to the Board of Governors about their daughter’s expulsion and other incidents that Adrien had brought up that had to do with Lila. From what they had heard, it was likely that their school, M. Damocles, and Mme. Bustier would be under heavy scrutiny very soon.

Entering the classroom, none of them were prepared for the dead silence from the rest of the class. Everyone looked to be experiencing different levels of confusion, anger, and absolute exhaustion. Everyone except Chloe, who looked smug as she grinned at everyone in the room. When the five of them came in, her smile grew as she looked directly at Alya. “So, how was your weekend on that private island in Venice? Was it as fabulous as Lie~la said it would be?”

Mylene, Sabrina, and Kim all started crying; Nino ducked his head to hide behind his hat, Max's head dropped to the desk with a thunk, and Alya’s fists clenched so hard that her nails cut into her palms. But it was Alex that had the most colorful reaction as she slammed her hands on the table and practically screamed.

“Shut up, you blonde shrew! Grrr! I swear, if I ever see that liar again, I will hit her over her head with my skates until she apologizes.” Her eyes turned to Marinette and Adrien, still angry but with a bit of self-loathing. “You were right. We all waited on that dock all day until the police came and took us to the station. We had to spend the night in the police station and wait for our parents to come get us. Alya tried to argue that it was just a private party and even pointed out the island that bitch said it would be on. But no~, that island was closed to the public and has been for 50 years!”

“We tried to tell you,” Adrien said hesitantly when Alix stopped ranting to breathe.

“Dude, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my parents so mad,” Nino said, barely lifting his head to look at his friend. “They’re talking to a lawyer about what they can do, but the law dude said that the most they can do is file charges against Lila for the scam and that none of use are likely to get any of the money back.”

“My parents grounded me until the lawsuit is settled or I pay back all the money they spent on coming to get me,” Ivan told them, his large shoulders drooping almost half-way down his back.

“By my calculations, that is unlikely to happen,” Max said, not even bothering to lift his face from his desk. “When taking into account the amount of money that she took from each of us, that she had us go to Venice of our own accord, the fact that her mother is an ambassador and therefore bestowed Lila with diplomatic immunity for her actions; there is not much the law can do.”

Unable to help herself, Marinette turned to look at Adrien as a small smile graced her lips. Adrien gave her a bigger smile that confused everyone, even Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka. “You should tell them.”

“Tell us what?” Alya asked, not sure if she could deal with any more surprises for the rest of the school year.

“Well, after Adrien and I figured out what Lila was up to, we recorded one of the times she bragged about the trip and how much money she was getting from you. I emailed the video, your names, the dock where she told you to go, and all the other information to Ambassador Rossi on Friday night to let her know what was going on.”

All of their jaws dropped as Marinette continued to speak. “I don’t think she believed me at first; but then she got a report about a bunch of unaccompanied minors from her daughter’s school being detained in Venice and that she had apparently allowed them into the country. She was shocked and confused that any of you got through customs without an adult, but then Ambassador Rossi noticed a stack of documents were missing and figured Lila must have taken them and forged her signature to make the scam more believable. I talked to her again last night; she’s forcing Lila to plead guilty to fraud and forgery, any charges that the Italian government was going to file against you are being dropped, and she's clearing out Lila’s savings to pay the money back to your parents.”

Now the entire class was crying tears of joy and relief. They knew that they’d messed up when it came to Marinette and Adrien, Alya especially towards her best friend. But they were more than willing to work their butts off to make it right, no matter how rough the road ahead of them might be.

#lila salt #class salt #alya salt #ml prompt #ml fic #lila gets exposed

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generallybarzy · 4 years ago

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hey there, stranger. i

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summary: when you mention being lonely, Rebecca Seidenberg sets you- their babysitter- up on a blind date with Mat Barzal.

an: hi, i’ve been mia for a few days now due to some stuff, you all know what happened, but anyway here’s something to make my absence better! i know there might be some details that don’t make sense irl but just roll with it please I love the strangers to lovers trope so much.

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Okay, you were lonely.

Ever since moving to New York for your first year of college, endless amounts of studying and work and more little jobs on the side to make ends meet living in the big city had taken up most of your spare time, leaving few opportunities for dating. Even when you did go on dates, they rarely lasted long enough to be called relationships, and not once have you had a serious relationship. This was your 20s, you were supposed to be out there living your life, weren’t you? Stupidly falling in love and getting your heart broken and learning along the way. But instead, you were busy trying to focus on that degree, leaving any hope of a love life behind.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with focusing on your degree, it was a degree you'd been looking forward to getting and you had been lucky enough to get accepted to your dream school, but it would be nice to have a significant other you could hold at the end of the day. Right? None of your many, many dates ended well, though, and though you were still young and didn't need to worry, you were lonely and felt late to the party as all your friends were falling in and out of love. It may have been dumb, but you were beginning to believe you’d never find the right guy.

And that’s where Rebecca Seidenberg stepped in to help.

She was a friend of your mom's and aunt's, and, though you didn't know her personally when you first moved out, word had spread through your family and to family friends, and she reached out to let you know that if you ever needed help in the big city, she would be there. She had been practically a mother figure to you since last year when you moved to New York all alone at 19 years old. She and her hockey player husband lived on Long Island with their children, just a quick commute from your city campus, and apparently, your mom had been in constant contact with her since your big move, checking in and asking someone to watch out for her little girl. You got a call one day asking if you needed any extra cash because, according to your mom, you were good with kids, and the two could use a babysitter for the night.

So, while you resided in a dorm room in the city and worked on campus between classes, you spent a lot of your Friday nights and weekends out on Long Island babysitting for the Seidenbergs when they went out on date nights.

They all quickly came to love you, especially the children, and you found it worth it to spend your weekends with them rather than out on any shitty dates or getting drunk at some stupid, dangerous frat party like a lot of college students. You loved their family, you loved all the genuine love, and could only hope that one day you'd have a relationship with that much love in it. You didn't like to admit how much you wanted a boyfriend, maybe it had something to do with your own insecurity, but you didn't want to think you needed a man. Maybe it had something to do with your fears, too. You didn’t want to get messed up again. You didn't need a man, but how great would it be to have someone there at the end of the day to curl into and rant to and love? It would be amazing. Okay, maybe you were a hopeless romantic. But you’d never admit it.

But about a month ago, as Rebecca was talking to you about a date Dennis was taking her on next week, you were feeling particularly romantic and hopeless. Your second year in college had just started up again, and you had returned to New York from your hometown to settle back into your lonely dorm room. All your friends were either meeting up with their partners after spending the summer apart, or dealing with the loneliness of having to be separate from them for the upcoming year, but you had nobody like that, and just let it slip.

"I wish I could find a guy who loves me like that." You lamented after commenting on how the Seids looked at each other with absolute heart eyes. "It's starting to feel like I'm just destined to be alone."

"What?" She looked at you incredulously, laughing a little as if she couldn't believe you hadn't found anyone. "You're still young, you have plenty of time!"

"Yeah, realistically I know, but I've been on so many dates, and none of them are ever successful.” You groaned, maybe a little dramatically as you thought back to all the dates you’d had since moving out of your parent’s house last year and coming to New York. “And all my friends have, like, solid relationships, or are at least messing around, and I can’t even do that. I feel so far behind.”

“There’s no timeline on love.” She spoke wisely, like the motherly figure you’d been missing. “You’re not falling behind. Anyway, the chances of you meeting the love of your life this young are pretty slim.”

“I know, and I’m not looking for the love of my life. Just… someone, you know?” You thought for a moment, just of having someone to smile with, to hug and to kiss after a hard day. You hadn’t had a true boyfriend since your last year of high school, and that hadn’t ended well. You had fallen hard for the wrongest person in the world, and he had done nothing but hurt you for months. It had definitely messed you up a bit, but you wanted nothing more than to forget about that whole ordeal and come out of your shell again, to love again. “I don't know if I'm being too picky or my standards are too high or something, but I just attract the wrong types of guys."

"Hmm." She gave it thought for a moment, and you knew she was going to work some of her motherly magic. "Well, what are you looking for?"

"I don't know. Just someone who's genuine? Someone who's really passionate and has a big heart. And funny, the guys I date always have the blandest humor and it makes dates so awkward and I'd have to force laughter. Someone who actually cares. I don't think that's too much to ask for, is it?"

"It's definitely not." She laughed for a moment. "I actually know someone who fits in those categories really well."

"Really?"

"If you'll let me, I think I could get him to go on a date with you."

"No, no way, blind dates aren't my thing."

"What's your thing? Dating apps?" You laughed at the playful chirp, but unfortunately, it was true. "Come on, I know it'll go well, even if you don't end up together. He's a great guy!"

"Alright, fine!" You laughed a bit, at both how excited she was and how excited you were to meet this guy she spoke so highly of. "It better be worth it."

"Trust me, you'll love him."

And that's how you ended up here, sitting all alone in the corner of a little coffee shop in Brooklyn, fiddling with the strings coming loose at the sleeves of your oversized sweater. It had been getting chillier out in the past few October weeks, and even though it was cozy and warm inside, you kept your sweater on for comfort, so you had something to fidget with and calm your nerves.

You were so nervous, you were overthinking everything you were doing. Were you dressed okay? Jean, a cute turtleneck with a loose sweater thrown over top, a cute little necklace- too casual? Not casual enough? Was your hair a wreck? You’d thrown it up in a cute bun but had it become a wreck since you walked here through the breeze? Your makeup was simple, but had it covered up the fact that you’d been breaking out due to the stress of your recent surge in classwork? You had already ordered a drink but immediately rethought it. Was it rude to order before he showed up?

As much as you trusted Mrs. Seidenberg, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that this date would go horribly. He would be here any minute, you were sure of it. You could feel it.

And you were right.

The door to the coffee shop rattled open and in stepped a man who quickly drew your attention away from everybody else. In dark jeans, a tee, and a nice-looking black bomber jacket, he didn’t really stand out, but there was something about him- his aura, the way he held himself, that made him so appealing. That immediately drew your eyes to him. He had dark hair that looked soft to the touch and made you want to run your fingers through it, and his brows were furrowed above searching eyes as he looked around the room, making you think that maybe he was looking for someone. Maybe he was looking for you. Maybe it wasn't too much to hope that this man was your blind date. And the moment his eyes fell on you- the only person sitting all alone in this cafe- your eyes locked. Only then did you realize you’d been staring. His eyebrows quirked up a little bit and you saw a little smile start to pull at the corners of his lips. As he approached your table, you realized your prayers were answered.

He moved in long strides, almost gracefully towards you, and you were so mesmerized with how he approached you that you almost missed his beautiful voice when he spoke to you.

"(Y/N)?"

Breathless, you smiled. "Hey there, stranger."

#mat barzal #op #fic #mat barzal fic

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ikemen-girl · 4 years ago

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Hello, sweety! I don't know if you're currently taking up request or not (please don't mind this ask if you're not doing it right now ^^). I'm a teacher and seeing how Mitsuhide teaches MC in his route, may I request you for a HC of Mitsuhide finds out that his MC is a teacher as well in her future life? I really want to know how he would react on that. Thank you for visiting my blog beforehand and hoping you a wonderful upcoming weekend! ✨🍀

Hellooooo dear 😍😍♥️♥️, thank you very much for this interesting request 🥰💗! I am also aspiring to become a teacher in few years so I am very glad to meet you😍😍! And I would like to say that you are an amazing artist👏🙌! I hope you also have a great weekend💃🌹! So, here we go😉~

Ikesen Headcanon⚔💗

Mitsuhide reacting to a MC being a Teacher👩‍🏫:

You loved teaching children😍❤ but you ended up in the sengoku era while travelling to Kyoto on a school trip with your students & other teachers leaving a very good life in the modern era😩 & accidentally saved Nobunaga's life to your surprise & Mitsuhide took a special interest in you👀 & his mind-reading skills used to freak you out😨.

You were honestly terrified after stepping on the battlefield for the first time in your life😱 when you have been always surrounded by the laughter & twinkling eyes of children and you were missing it terribly😭, to top it all, the shock of seeing a man die infront of your eyes was too overwhelming, so you fell unconscious😵 & Mitsuhide carried you back in Azuchi Castle.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will be your teacher, little mouse, for the subject matters, I think, tactics, equestrianism, self defense, firearms seems a good start😏!", said Mitsuhide with a huge smirk on his face.

"I hope you will be a good pupil, little mouse🐭!", said Mitsuhide as he stood and gave you a head-pat.

"Pffffttttt, I am waiting for that moment", you murmured, chuckling to yourself🤭.

"Did you say something?", asked Mitsuhide turning back to look at her.

"I am looking forward for tomorrow, Mitsuhide-sensei, goodnight😅!", she straighten up with a slight bow. Mitsuhide smiled at her🙂 and goes outside the room.

"His smile creeps me out, well, nevermind. I am excited to see the surprise on his face tomorrow😁", she let out a huge grin.

"Before starting up on the actual studies, I would like to test your knowledge base, here is your questions sheet, fill it up, little mouse📝!", said Mitsuhide as he gave her the question paper with a smirk on his face😏.

You took it, pretending to be afraid of the test making him amused, "Go on, little mouse, it's not that difficult, I assure you!", he said with a amused grin on his face😄. As you look down at the questions on Japanese literature, history & general knowledge, on the inside, you were so happy 💃while on the outside, you kept a face of a child who is horrified at the thought of giving an exam😱.

You submitted your answer sheet to him and as Mitsuhide scanned it, his eyes went wide with shock😲, he was NOT expecting this at all. You honestly wished that you have a camera 📷 to capture his expression which was so funny to say the least. Each & every answer was correct💯.

"How😳?", it's the only word that came out his mouth. You couldn't control anymore & burst out laughing loudly🤣. "Because I am also a teacher, Mitsuhide👩‍🏫", you said with a proud look on your face. "What😳?", he was left speechless once again which only made it harder for you to control your laughter.

"You really surprised me there, little mouse😅!", Mitsuhide laughs along with you to hide his flustered expression. "So, what do you teach🤔?", he asked, curious to know about you.

"Let's see, I mainly teach japanese literature & history, apart from it, I am well versed in general knowledge, english literature, I love art, psychology, etc, so if any child wants to learn it, I teach these skills to them as well with full excitement as being around them & seeing them grow in their lives makes me so happy🤩❤!", you said with a biggest smile on your face🥰 & eyes shining with happiness since you came to this era👀✨. Mitsuhide was, to be very honest, awestruck seeing your genuine happiness☺️.

As much as Mitsuhide didn't want to interrupt you, but he grew suspicious of your origin as being this educated in this era was surprisingly rare especially in something like english literature🤔. "Who are you & where are you from, mysterious little mouse? Tell me all your secrets, little one", he asked, narrowing his gaze at you👀.

You froze for a moment😳 as you knew very well that you have raised his suspicions when you were rambling non-stop😬 & you couldn't lie or else you will be in huge trouble😓. "Why should I tell you when you are also a potential "traitor" in Oda forces infront of everyone, hm?", you asked jokingly trying to avoid the question😅. "Little mouse, I am used to prying out the secrets and I would not prefer to use the same techniques on you", he said with a frown on his face🤨 unknown to him but you noticed the discomfort in his expression & sighed.

So you showed him your purse👜 and told him everything about yourself as Mitsuhide listened patiently. "So our little mouse came from 500 years in the future, it's hard to believe but you have proof with yourself, now I can see the reason how you are so innocent & untouched by the realities of this time", said Mitsuhide with a amused smirk😏.

"I have only told you the truth, rest is up to you to believe in me", you said with a pout☹.

"Don't pout, I believe in you, little one, as you have been a very nice girl, I will treat you with tea & sweets🍵🍡 as a reward, little mouse", Mitsuhide said caressing your cheek with his thumb😏. You honestly couldn't stop yourself from smiling after hearing the offer😍.

Mitsuhide was overcome with affection for her as she believed in him as a person despite having her doubts and confided in him with everything, he made a secret vow to himself to protect her from everything❤.

You both went to the teahouse together & suddenly Kyubei called Mitsuhide for giving some urgent information. Mitsuhide excused himself for a moment while you were happily eating your sweets😍, but then, you heard some men were talking bad things about him behind his back & you couldn't stand seeing & listening something wrong so you strongly defended him infront of them😡, not caring for the fact that you had no weapons on yourself, one of the men tried to hit you but Mitsuhide arrived in time to rescue you from them😎.

So this started the strong feeling of love in heart of Mitsuhide towards you😍💓💞 as nobody has ever done something like this for him, he was so impressed by the fact that you strongly stood for your values proving your strength of sense of justice as a teacher & a good person by heart☺️💯.

He continued training you in survival skills like self defense, horseriding, shooting as you were already were well-versed in theory. In exchange, you would definitely teach him english literature & tell him about many fascinating things about the human mind & everything you know about future along with many other things😍, you both loved spending time with each other and always look forward to such meetings everyday.

Once, you were well trained in these skills, you gave your gratitude towards your "teacher" Mitsuhide by gifting him a very beautiful portrait✍❤ of him playing with his pet fox, Chimaki🦊. He couldn't resist hugging you tightly the moment, he laid his eyes on it🤗💗. You yourself was the biggest & the most precious gift for him in his life but your gift made him the most happiest person💓😢, he would definitely try to hide his happiness with a amused smirk & headpat but you can see through his facade that he is genuinely happy🥰. He would definitely put the portrait in such a place where everyone could see his little mouse's amazing skills😎😏.

After facing many difficulties together, you both confessed your feelings towards each other💐 and you both were a lovely couple infront of everyone😍👫💗.

You would both use knowledge of english as a medium for infiltration as spies together in other territories🧐. Surprisingly, a language, i.e., english, became a special kind of exchange & secret code between you☺️ and Mitsuhide😏 as you both would often converse in english infront of other warlords much to their surprise & confusion🙄😳🤔.

As you were always willing to stay by his side, he used to take you along to infiltrate certain places, your skill of art would definitely come as a big help for Mitsuhide💯, as you could easily draw the suspects making his workload way more easier than it was before✍😌.

In exchange, Mitsuhide would always make sure that you were not uncomfortable in such investigation trips, he would always give you tips in dancing, singing, acting, etc 🤗 and also expect loads of teasings while he is at it, fufufufu😘.

You both being the best teachers around in Azuchi would definitely use this opportunity to teach as many children as possible who don't have access to proper education without asking for anything in return as you both did it for your own self-satisfaction & happiness in your free times💛. Mitsuhide generally taught the skills of self defense🤼‍��️, weaponry🔫, etc while you would educate the kids in literatures, general knowledge & art👩‍🏫. Children would also always look forward to meeting both of you everyday🥰❤🤗. It became one of your most favourite & productive ways to spend time with each other❤. Children also ships you both together, mind you👀❤🤭!

Mitsuhide loved the way your eyes sparkles with happiness👀✨ whenever you are around the children🥰😘❤ and can't help falling more deeply in love with you😍💓.

He would always praise you infront of everyone, everytime he gets a chance😏. Cue warlords- We know that already, Mitsuhide, you just told us🤦‍♂️. Mitsuhide: Hooooh~But not that...😏 endless praise begins & he shuts up only when you take him outside the council room dying of embarrasment😳🙈🤦‍♀️ to which he only laughs loudly🤣😏.

Mitsuhide would often call you "my brilliant little mouse💯🐭!", as his way of showing affection towards you💗😏. Cue you blushing deep shade of red tomato and running away from him😳🙈🍅.

Extra~

"You really love her, huh?", asked Hideyoshi as he was walking down the hallways😆. "Obviously, I love her with all my heart💗, she is the brightest star of my life🌟!", said Mitsuhide, his eyes filled with love and a beautiful smile on his face.

"Was that a genuine smile on your face, Mitsuhide?!", exclaimed Hideyoshi, shocked😲.

"My, My, Hideyoshi, I don't have any idea what you are talking about😏", said Mitsuhide as he realised that his facade broke their for a moment out of his love for you. Hideyoshi *eye twitch* : whatever🙄!

Mitsuhide then went looking for you to tease and shower you with all his love & affection❤😏.

Hope, you all enjoyed it❤😍🤗. Comments are appreciated😇!

#ikesen mitsuhide #akechi mitsuhide #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #teacher #ikesen headcanons #otome games #ikemen series #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen nobunaga

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raindancer2004 · 4 years ago

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Blended Family

Word Count: 3,199 Demetri x OC - Part Four Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language

“Hi Sophie I’m Felix. It’s nice to finally meet you…finally” Felix gave her a big smile “Ahh the best friend…it’s nice to meet you too” She replied smiling “This is Ellie” Nico added smiling sitting on his bed with Ellie “You’re right she’s tiny” Felix chuckled “It’s because she’s human dumbass” Jane said to Felix as she took a seat beside Nico and Ellie on the bed “Language please. There are children in the room” Sophie chided gently. Demetri reassembled Ellie’s crib whilst Jane helped Sophie to unpack hers and Ellie’s stuff. Nico read to Ellie to keep her occupied.

That night once Nico and Ellie were in bed Demetri sat Sophie down on the sofa “Sophie we need to talk” “That doesn’t sound good Dem” Sophie looked a little shocked and moved away from him “No, no Sophie. It’s nothing like that, I promise” He quickly reassured her and pulled her into him “I wanted to tell you about the reason for my trip away last weekend…because it wasn’t for work” “Oh…ok, so it was a personal trip” She replied and he tightened his hold on her a little “I meant what I said in the week, I love you and I will always protect you and our children and in order to do this I needed to deal with a ‘problem’…” “What problem was that Dem?” She asked cutting him off and he took an unneeded breath before answering “I wasn’t able to protect you when you needed protecting the most…” Sophie placed a hand on his cheek “Dem we’ve been over this…” “I know that I didn’t know you then but it was hard for me to hear that you experienced something like that and that you no longer felt safe. I mean you moved to the other side of the world because of it and part of me is happy you moved here as I finally got to meet my mate…but the other part of me is angry…” “I know how you feel Dem because I feel the same. I mean I hated being in Seattle after that night, it’s why I moved because I didn’t feel safe there…but moving here meant I found you and I want you to know I feel safe with you, even if I am in a castle full of vampires” She couldn’t help chuckling at the last part and he smiled at her “I’m really happy to hear you feel safe with me and I’m hoping that what I tell you next doesn’t change that” He took another unneeded breath “Last weekend I tracked down and killed the human that harmed you” “H-how? I-I don’t even know who he is…was” She was shocked, curious at how Demetri had found him.

“The night you told me about what happened I held you in my arms whilst you slept…and I had a look through your mind and found the tenor of that human and with the help of Felix and the twins I ended his life. The kings are aware of the reason for my trip…” “They know what happened to me?” “No. No, I didn’t tell them directly, but I told them enough for them to fill in the blanks…I told them I needed you to feel safe and for that to happen a human needed to be dealt with. They agreed I could do that as long as I covered my tracks” “Oh. So, you just k-killed…him” Her voice was low and shaky “I won’t tell you the details, but he is dead” “I-I want to you to answer m-my next question honestly, ok?” Demetri nodded unsure if he liked where this was going “D-did he suffer?” “Yes” “Tell me…please” She asked low “Jane made me promise to allow her to ‘play’ with the human before I killed him so she and her brother used their gifts on him. When they were done, Felix held him down and I broke his hands and ribs whilst Alec broke his feet and then Felix broke his arms. After most of his bones were broken and he was screaming from the pain…I snapped his neck” “Wow. Y-you did that for me?” “Yes. I won’t lie to you though cara but I also did it for me. I feel better, calmer now that he is dead; knowing that he is no longer a risk to you or anyone else” “Thank you for doing that for me...for us” She leant forward and kissed him “I love you Dem, so much” He kissed her back “I love you too, more than you know.” He held her in his arms that night as she slept, happy knowing that she understood his reasons for killing that human.

Demetri, Felix and the twins had been away on a week-long mission and were due back any day now. Nico had spent some time in the south facing garden with Chelsea and Heidi whilst Sophie tried to catch up on some sleep whilst Ellie was napping, having been up most of the night before due to Ellie teething. After an hour Heidi left Nico in the garden with Chelsea as she had to finalise the numbers for the upcoming ‘tour,’ passing Afton on her way into the castle. A little while later Nico came running into Demetri and Sophie’s shared room crying and climbed into bed beside Sophie, who woke up instantly “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked softly “Af-Aton said I-I was a mistake…th-that Daddy did-didn’t…want me” He sobbed and she pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around him “Don’t listen to Afton, you were not a mistake sweetie” “B-but Daddy didn’t love her…not like he loves you” Sophie knew who Nico meant “Daddy may not have loved her but he did care for her…she passed away after you were born and he called Auntie Heidi, who took care of her whilst he took care of you” “R-really?” “Yes, sweetie, Daddy told me about the night you born and how happy he was when he found out that he had a son, especially as he never thought he’d get to be a Dad once he became a vampire” Nico lifted his head a little and Sophie wiped away his tears with her thumbs “Are you ok?” She asked softly and he shook his head “Af-Afton also said th-that although y-you’re with Daddy…y-you aren’t my-my mummy and…and you don’t r-really care for me” “Look at me sweetie” She gently cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears “I may not have given birth to you but you are my son and I am your mummy” “Re-really?” “Yes, as far as I am concerned, I have two children and I love you both very much and that will never change” “I love you too mummy” Nico replied through his tears and Sophie’s heart swelled at hearing him call her that for the first time; she wrapped her arms around him again and held him close, both falling asleep shortly afterwards.

Unbeknown to Sophie and Nico Demetri, Felix and the twins had returned to the castle and were at the bottom of the stairs that led up the elite guard floor when they heard Sophie and Nico talking, they didn’t move, instead choosing to listen to their conversation “I’m going to kill him” Demetri growled low, turning around on the stairs “Later D” Felix said grabbing his arm “Go shower and spend time with Sophie and the kids. Afton will be still about tomorrow” Demetri growled “He’s right, leave him be for today, get your revenge during the training session tomorrow. You can rip him apart without getting into trouble” Alec said, his lips pulling into a wicked grin “As long you leave enough pieces for him to be reassembled” Jane added and Demetri nodded “Fine…but during training his ass is mine” Demetri growled and walked into his room ready to take a shower.

Once Demetri had showered, he crossed the hall into the Nico and Ellie’s shared room and carefully lifted Ellie from her crib and cradled her in his arms breathing in her scent before crossing the hall back to his and Sophie’s shared room. He closed the door softly, locking it and walked over to the bed; he carefully climbed in and readjusted Ellie so her chest was against his and held her whilst she slept. He looked down at his sleeping mate and children and smiled ‘my beautiful family’ he thought to himself and closed his eyes relaxing knowing they were safe with him.

Later that evening Sophie saw Afton on her way to the kitchen with Nico and saw red “Hey asshole, we need to talk” “Who me?” Afton looked shocked as Sophie approached him “Yes you! How dare you tell Nico he was a mistake and that he wasn’t wanted?!” Sophie shouted “How dare you tell Nico that I’m NOT HIS MUM?” Afton visibly flinched “I-I d-did…” Afton struggled to put a response together “Lost for words, are we? Huh” Afton didn’t answer “You had plenty to say to MY SON earlier. Why so quiet now?” “Erm…I…uh” Afton stuttered “He is just a child for god sake! He’s MY child!” She pointed at Nico “You’re lucky Dem isn’t here because he’d rip your BLOODY HEAD OFF for what you’ve done” Sophie didn’t bother to control her anger “OOOH I just wanna smack you so hard…” She trailed off and watched as Heidi slapped Afton “Allow me Sophie” Nico stood there surprised with his mouth open slightly watching Sophie verbally attack Afton and Santiago didn’t bother to hide his smirk as he watched Demetri’s human mate confront Afton “I’m surprised Demetri hasn’t heard the commotion” Santiago said low to Heidi “I know it’s drawn a lot of attention” Renata added as she approached them “Stay away from MY SON! In fact, stay away from MY FAMILY!” She screamed at him still furious and he nodded nervously at her “Demetri will hear of your stunt” She added as she took Nico’s hand back in hers and continued towards the kitchen “Remind me to never piss her off” Santiago mused still smiling, the other vampires nodded in agreement “That’s what happens when you piss off a mother because they will defend their children always” Renata told them.

Heidi made her way back to her room but made a detour to tell Demetri what happened between Sophie and Afton “What was all that shouting about? It woke Ellie” Demetri asked Heidi as he cradled Ellie in his arms, trying to get her back to sleep “Sophie gave Afton a dressing down because of what he said to Nico earlier” “What? She did what?” Demetri was shocked “She saw him on her way to the kitchen with Nico and was like ‘hey asshole, we need to talk’ and Afton looked shocked at being shouted at by your human” Demetri felt proud of Sophie for defending his…no their son but wished he’d been there in case she needed him. “Did he defend or try to justify his actions?” “No, he didn’t. He was too shocked and couldn’t string a sentence together. She’s told him to stay away from her family, but the best part though was when she told him that he’s lucky you weren’t there as you would’ve ripped his head off and that you’ll hear of his stunt before she walked off with Nico” Heidi replied “I already know what Afton did as I heard Nico tell Sophie as I made my way to our room after being away and was ready to kill him then and there but Felix and the twins said to wait till training tomorrow when I can rip his limbs off without consequences” Demetri said and Heidi nodded “You should know that Santiago and the others were impressed with Sophie and are slightly scared of her when she’s pissed off” Demetri chuckled “I’ve never seen that side of her but I’m proud of her for defending our son and trust me Heidi, Afton will get his ass handed to him tomorrow because no one upsets or hurts my family and gets away with it.”

The following day during the training session held by Demetri and Felix Afton found himself on the wrong side of the usually calm tracker and left the session with dismembered limbs and a threat from Demetri “You ever go near my family again and you will lose your head! Do you understand?” Afton nodded and carried from the training room by some of the transitory guards.

When Ellie learnt to crawl a few weeks later it freaked Demetri out as she moved around the floor so quickly and he wondered how long her development stages would last “Sophie how long do human babies crawl about for?” Demetri asked curious “She’ll be crawling about for a few months before she starts walking, why’d you ask?” “Nico crawled for two days before he just got up and walked” He replied “Huh. I got the short straw when it came to having a baby” Sophie responded low but Demetri heard her and chuckled “I’m looking forward to raising Ellie with you. We get to enjoy these stages of her development longer than we do with Nico” He kissed her temple as he wrapped his arms around her “I know that babe, it’s just she’s older than him and…” “You can’t help comparing the two of them” She nodded “Don’t compare them. It isn’t fair seeing as one is a human / vampire hybrid and the other is 100% human…for now” He replied and Sophie raised an eyebrow “When Ellie is older, all grown up I plan on turning her so she’ll be 100% vampire like her parents” He kissed her lips “You plan on keeping me and Ellie here forever then?” She asked, her tone teasing “Yes. Now I have you both here…you’re never leaving. You’re mine” He growled low and pressed his fangs gently to her throat pretending to bite her and he felt her pulse spike; he smiled against her skin before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

“I believe this belongs to you two” Felix says as he enters Demetri and Sophie’s shared room with Ellie in his arms “I think a little less seducing and little more baby watching is needed…hmm” He adds; Demetri growls at his friend as Sophie blushes a little “Thank you Felix. I think we need to get a baby gate for our door…” “Or we could just keep it closed” Demetri cut Sophie off as he glared at Felix “Daddy why are you looking at Felix like that?” Nico asked as he entered the room with Jane following behind “I interrupted mummy and daddy having a…” “Felix” Demetri growled “Daddy and I were…talking and didn’t notice Ellie had crawled out into the corridor and uncle Felix bought her back. However, he has been teasing daddy about being distracted ever since” Sophie explained “Oh ok. I thought Uncle Felix may have upset you or daddy” Nico replied “I think Felix is starting to upset daddy now, so why don’t you come back to my room and we’ll take Ellie too” Jane said taking Ellie from Demetri as she and Nico left the room “Thank you Jane” Sophie called out “You’re welcome” Jane called back. Felix turned and left the room “I’ll just close this shall I?” He asked not bothering to hide his smirk and Demetri growled at him again.

Demetri and Sophie spent a few hours together cuddled on the sofa watching a movie on the television that Sophie bought with her when she and Ellie moved into the castle “After centuries of reading of an evening, it’s nice to have something else to do” Demetri said softly “You make yourself sound so old” Sophie responded laughing “I am old Sophie” “Well you don’t look it babe and I’m glad I could introduce to the world of TV and movies” She lifted her head from his chest and kissed his lips softly, earning a purr from him “Have I ever told you that I love it when you do that?” She smiled and kissed him again “No, mi amore you haven’t” He replied before purring again “I love it when you purr” She said low and snuggled back into his chest listening to him purring, a smile etched on his face.

Sophie wanted to take her relationship with Demetri further but was nervous and a little embarrassed due to her inexperience, so she decided to speak to Heidi. She found Heidi in her room “Hello Heidi, can I speak to you…privately, please?” She asked nervously “Of course hunny. Come in” Heidi replied closing her door. They took seat on the sofa facing the fireplace “What did you want to talk to me about?” Sophie took a deep breath before answering low “I want to take things further with Dem but I-I don’t know how” Heidi heard her clearly thanks to her vampire hearing “Not to point out the obvious Sophie but you have a baby so surely you know something about the topic” Sophie realised then that Demetri hadn’t mentioned anything to Heidi about the night Ellie was conceived “Erm…yea…no I-I…god this is so awkward” Heidi took Sophie’s hands in hers, sensing she was nervous “There’s something you should know…regarding Ellie” Heidi remained quiet, just nodding for her to continue “My first and only sexual experience wasn’t consensual…” Tears filled her eyes “Oh Sophie…I’m so sorry” Heidi wrapped her arms around her “Does Dem know?” Heidi asked “Y-Yes, he knows. He, Felix and the twins tracked him down, before torturing and killing him a few weeks back” Sophie replied “Ok…that’s one way to deal with the situation I suppose. Speak to him about how you are feeling and he will take things slowly with you” Heidi responded loosening her hold on Sophie

“He has been nothing but a gentleman Heidi, he’s a great guy. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be my mate or to be Ellie’s dad. I just don’t know how to let him know that I want our relationship to become more intimate” Heidi smiled at her “There are a few things you can do hunny. You could buy some new lingerie and wear it for him, just ensure you won’t be interrupted by the kids” Heidi chuckled before continuing “You could invite him to share a shower or a bubble bath with you; things could get interesting especially if you wash one another. Or the next time the two of you are either cuddling on the sofa or in bed, run your hand over him until you reach his crotch, then cup it and gently squeeze while kissing him. He’ll get the hint and things should progress naturally from there” Sophie felt her cheeks heat a little “Thank you for the advice Heidi” “You’re welcome hunny. If you want company when you go shopping for lingerie just let me know” “I will thank you. I best get back before Ellie wakes from her nap.” Sophie’s talk with Heidi definitely gave her plenty to think about.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #marcus volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #heidi volturi #chelsea volturi #volturi #twilight

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electrictoes · 4 years ago

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Maybe We Could Be

For @dailysvu's Amanda Rollins Week

Day 3: Friends to Lovers Characters: Amanda Rollins, Sonny Carisi, Minor OCs Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi Warnings: None

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Amanda had a problem - it was a small, solvable problem, and she even had a plan for how to deal with it. Step one, though, was convincing Sonny to go along with it. Four years ago, she thinks, he would’ve jumped at opportunity, but now he was frowning at her across the room. “You want me to lie to your cousin?”

She crossed the short distance from the door to sit in the chair opposite him. “It’s not actually lying, you know,” she said.

“I think it technically is,” Carisi countered, looking over at her from behind his desk.

Amanda leaned forward on the desk, all but fluttering her eyelashes him, “Think of it as going undercover.”

“I’m not a cop anymore,” Sonny told her, leaning back in his chair.

“What, so you’ve forgotten how to do it, is that what you’re saying?” She grinned at him like it was a challenge, but he didn’t take the bait.

“No, but this isn’t going undercover.”

“Sure it is - you’re undercover as my boyfriend.” Amanda caught the way his expression changed - almost minutely, his eyes widening slightly, his mouth dropping open for a microsecond before he closed it. “Come on, Dominick, please?”

He sighed, sitting upright. “I’m not sayin' no, I’m just sayin' it’s lying and I don’t know why you want to pretend to be somebody that you’re not,” his expression was serious, and she knew he meant what he was saying, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your life - you’ve got a lot going for you.”

That stung a little - the accusation that she was ashamed - but she knew that he wasn’t exactly wrong about that - people who were content with their lives don’t ask their friends to be fake dates to dinner with their family members. “I didn’t say I was ashamed; I said, my cousin is coming to town and she will go back home with stories about how little Amanda still doesn’t have her shit together, and I’ll be getting phone calls, my mom and everyone… it’s just easier if Katie can go back to Georgia tellin’ everyone I’m happily shacked up with a nice guy.”

Sonny’s voice was low, concerned. “I thought you didn’t care what they thought?”

“I don’t…or at least, I try not to,” Amanda insisted, then reached over, laying her hand atop his where it rested idly on the desk. “But c'mon, it’ll be fun - you and me, playing romantic for the night.”

He frowned, but he didn’t move away. “I don’t know.”

“What?” She asked playfully, “The idea of playing my boyfriend so horrifying to you?”

“Not the boyfriend part,” he shrugged, “The playing part.”

Amanda’s own mouth dropped open then, the humour from the moment gone as she looked at him. “Dominick-”

He shook his head, “Look, I’ll do it… of course I’ll do it, you knew that before you walked in here. But I’m not - for the record - I’m not totally on board with pretendin’.”

Despite his reservations, Sonny was definitely playing the part - he met her at her apartment, stopping by early enough say goodnight to the girls before they left; he was dressed to impress in a dark blue suit she hadn’t seen on him before - Katie’s fiance was an architect and they had chosen a fancier restaurant than Amanda would’ve expected, although admittedly she hadn’t seen Katie in person for almost ten years.

When she answered the door he didn’t react quite quickly enough to school his expression - she saw his eyes roam over her, and she found she didn’t mind - she returned the favour as he stepped into the apartment to say a quick hello to the girls while she grabbed her coat and bag.

She kissed both of the girls goodbye, and thanked Sienna before they left, ignoring the grins on both Jesse and Sienna’s faces as she followed Sonny out of the apartment.

He reached for her arm once the door had closed behind them, resting his fingers just below her elbow as she turned to look at him, “Hey… you uh, you look- that’s,” he took a quick breath, “You look beautiful.”

Amanda was surprised to find herself feeling shy about the compliment, endeared by the awkward way he had stumbled over his words, the blush creeping across his cheeks. His fingers slipped from her arm, catching her own before he drew his hand back, her heart thudding in her chest at just that small amount of contact.

Step two of Amanda’s plan was simple - convince Katie she was madly in love with Sonny, which wasn’t going to be hard to do, and make sure she went back to Georgia with stories about how happy Amanda was. When Katie had called to say she coming up to New York for a long weekend with her fiance Amanda couldn’t find an excuse to decline the invitation - and she liked Katie; they’d never been close - Katie was ten years younger than her, and Amanda’s trips back to Loganville were few and far between once she moved to Atlanta; Katie had been just a kid at the time- but they got along fine. Amanda’s reluctance came less from not wanting to see Katie, and more from wanting to avoid yet more judgement - her mother, her aunts, cousins… everyone had an opinion on Amanda’s life and the choices they felt she’d made. Being a single mom with kids from two different fathers had rendered Amanda the topic of family gossip, and she was tired of it. She wished she didn’t care what they said about her, but no matter how far she ran and how much she tried to remold her life, there would always be a part of her that was the same angry seventeen year old kid who was trying to outrun a reputation she didn’t want anymore.

Sonny held out a hand for her as they got out of the cab, and she took it gratefully, gripping a little tighter than she probably should’ve, trying to ground herself; if it bothered him, he didn’t show it. He led the way towards the restaurant and she tugged on his arm before he went in, stopping them where they stood. “Hey, Sonny.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she said, voice low, “For this, and for, uh, for always having my back.”

He nodded, smiling down at her, “I know you already know what I think about this, and I’m gonna go along with whatever you want, but you don’t need to pretend to be anything you’re not, okay?”

“I know. I know, can we just… can you just be my boyfriend tonight? Be my partner, like you’ve always been?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but they were interrupted by a familiar voice, “Oh, Amanda!” Katie said as she approached them, and Amanda released Sonny’s hand to return the hug Katie gave her.

When they pulled apart she saw Sonny was shaking hands with a tall, dark-haired man who Amanda presumed was Katie’s fiance. “I’m so excited to see you!” Katie enthused, “And who’s this?” she gestured towards Sonny - Amanda had told Katie she’d be bringing a date but hadn’t given any more information than that - and she was sure Katie’s mother and sisters would’ve had their own suggestions as to who Amanda’s date could be.

Sonny, prepared as ever, extended his hand to Katie, “Dominick Carisi,” he said with a smile, “I’m Amanda’s boyfriend.”

“Is that so?” Katie said as she shook his hand; she turned to Amanda and gave a wink so unsubtle Jesse could do better. “This is my fiance, John,” she said, gesturing to the man with her.

“I figured,” Amanda said, shaking the hand he offered. “Nice to meet you.”

“Shall we?” Sonny gestured towards the door and Amanda took the opportunity to slide her hand back into his; nerves creeping up now that Katie was here and she was faced with keeping up a charade. Maybe Sonny had been right - maybe it was lying, but as he slipped his fingers into the gaps between hers, she wasn’t so sure that pretending they were together was an outright lie.

As they sat down to dinner, Amanda tried to keep the conversation light, tried to steer back to questions about Katie and John’s upcoming wedding, about their trip to New York, about family members back home. She didn’t know if Katie was genuinely curious or if she’d been instructed to find out as much as possible about Amanda’s life, but she was full of questions for Amanda herself.

She asked about the girls - how they were getting on, what they were interested in; it was all lighthearted and easy, until she turned towards Sonny, “And have you met the girls yet, Dominick?” she asked - Amanda could practically hear her Aunt Sarah in the question, and she frowned. Sonny, of course, wasn’t fazed.

“Yeah, I’ve known them their whole lives,” he said honestly. “They’re amazing kids.”

“Sonny is actually their godfather,” Amanda explained, “We, uh, we were friends for a long time before we got together… it just took us a while to admit to our feelings.”

“Oh right,” Katie said, “That’s great. It’s good to be friends first - John and I were friends in college.”

Amanda took the opportunity to ask Katie more about the two of them - and they made it partway through their main courses before the conversation drifted back to Amanda again.

“How’s the detective thing going, Amanda? I still can’t believe you’re a cop, the stories Kim and Allie used to tell me when I was a kid!”

“Um,” Amanda glanced sideways at Sonny, apprehensive about the stories Katie could tell; third-hand or not, they weren’t likely to portray her in the best light, "It's good."

Sonny reached over, putting his right hand on top of her left, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin, “Amanda actually got promoted last year,” he said, proudly.

Amanda shrugged, “It was a long time coming, but yeah. Things are going really well at work,” she shared a small smile with Sonny, “Even if I still miss having this guy at my side.”

John turned towards Sonny, “You a cop too?”

“Not anymore. I used to be - that’s how we met, but, uh, I’m a prosecutor now.”

“A lawyer?” Katie looked impressed - she gave Amanda yet another unsubtle look. That was a fact that would definitely be going back to Georgia with her.

“He’s a damn good ADA,” Amanda said; she turned her hand over beneath Sonny’s, lacing their fingers together. Her turn to be proud.

The rest of the meal was uneventful; whatever agenda Katie had been given by their family, it seemed to fade away as time went on - Sonny charmed Katie with ease and the conversation remained casual all the way through dessert. Sonny’s hand kept finding its way back to hers, and she was hyper-aware of his proximity, but she was enjoying it; that thought back in her head, that maybe this didn’t have to be a lie.

When they left the restaurant, they were headed in different directions, and Amanda broke away from Sonny to say goodbye to Katie - a lingering hug before Katie pulled back, smiling at her. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, “You’ll come to the wedding, right? You and the girls?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“And bring him,” she nodded towards Sonny.

“It might be a bit too soon for that,” Amanda deflected, not sure Sonny would agree to keep up the fake boyfriend ruse for the length of a trip to Atlanta.

Katie shook her head. “The way he’s looking at you? You might be engaged by then.”

Amanda turned her head, following Katie’s gaze towards Sonny - he was watching her, but his eyes dropped away when he saw he’d been caught out.

“Send me the invite, and I’ll RSVP once I know,” Amanda said, not wanting to explore Katie’s idea further. “It was great to see you,” she said, and she meant it - despite the third degree Katie had given them early on, she’d enjoyed their company, and she was glad that she’d accepted the invitation - and even more glad that Sonny had agreed to come along.

As they bid goodnight to Katie and John, Sonny’s arm came around Amanda’s shoulders, and he didn’t remove it once they were out of sight. Amanda leaned into him, twisting to hug him properly - she’d meant it as a thank you hug, but he drew her in close enough that she caught the scent of his cologne, and she wound her arms up and around his neck. They were standing far too close now for pretence - and there was no excuse now either, no way she could convince herself this was part of their little undercover operation.

Neither of them made a move to take things further, but they held each other close for a full minute before she broke away.

When she got into bed that night it was with a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach - she felt like a kid again; fifteen years old and home from a first date with a boy who’d just about gotten up the courage to hold her hand. Hopes and possibilities swirling through her head, and she was too wrapped up in the memory of his arms around her to even chastise herself for the giddy, lovestruck somersaults her heart was doing.

When she stopped by his office the next day, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it as she had done earlier in the week; him watching her from his desk; a smile hiding behind the suspicion on his face. “What do you want me to do now?” he asked - the look on his face said he knew something was coming and he was resigned to the fact that he’d agree to whatever it was, so long as it would make her happy.

She was ready to throw him out of his groove, though.

“You were wrong,” she said, simply.

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, “And how do you work that one out?”

“It wasn’t lying. Last night, at dinner with Katie.”

He frowned, leaning forward again, and much as she’d done the last time they’d talked about this, she took the seat opposite him, a defiant look on her face.

“It wasn’t lying because I wasn’t pretending. And I don’t think you were either.”

He took a second to respond, studying her face for a moment, uncertainty in his expression, “You wanna loop me in on what’s happenin’ here?”

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true the whole night - everything I said about how we met, how our relationship changed over time, none of that was a lie.”

In another echo of their earlier conversation, there was a brief second where his eyes widened; the disbelief on his face lingered longer this time, though. His voice was low when he responded, gesturing between them with his right hand, “I told her I was your boyfriend.”

“Maybe that wasn’t a lie,” she said, reaching across the desk and taking the hand he had in the air into her own, “Maybe it was just… a little early.”

“Amanda?”

“I wasn’t pretending to have feelings for you, Dominick,” she brought his hand down to the desk, their fingers still intertwined.

“You, uh, you weren’t?” He asked, his eyes moving between her face and their joined hands.

“You said your problem with the whole thing was the pretence,” she said, struggling now to remember the words she’d rehearsed in her head on the way over here. “But I think we just haven’t, uh, admitted the truth to each other - about how we both feel, about how… how if we’re not together, we- we should be.”

Sonny smiled - at first, a small, giddy little smile, then a grin that was equal parts joy and mischief, “I’m pretty sure that still qualifies as lying,” he said, looking pleased with himself.

“Don’t go all lawyer on me,” Amanda said, “Lose the argument for once; it might be worth it.”

Four months later they flew down to Atlanta for Katie’s wedding.

No undercover operation required.

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wortverlust · 3 years ago

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years ago

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head in the clouds

request from @mycupoffanfictionreplies : Hi! I'm loving your writing! Please may I request something where George takes a shine to the really short in height, shy, 'weird girl' in his class (sort of like Luna but more shy) and she's far too shy to admit that she likes him until they are assigned to work in a pair on a project and she accidentally blurts out to George that she likes him and George thinks it's the cutest thing ever. Is that too lengthy and specific? I'm sorry if it is! Thank you so much, I hope you're keeping well 💖

word count: 1.6k

A/N: ugh. okay. just imagine—george weasley falling in love in the middle of care of magical creatures with some whimsy, magical, beautiful, slightly different, shy girl who fawns dramatically over every creature they have the chance to study. i’m super emotional. i just love him a lot, okay????

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“Don’t you just find them absolutely mesmerizing?”

Mesmerizing isn’t the exact word that comes to mind when George thinks of blast-ended skrewts. In fact, he kind of really dislikes them, but he’s so enthralled by your wide eyes and bright smile, that he doesn’t seem to care about anything else.

He glances over toward Fred, who looks rather disgruntled to be paired with some annoyed looking Slytherin girl, and rolls his eyes in the direction of Umbridge, who is standing next to Hagrid at the front of the class. In an attempt to separate the twins—purely because Umbridge is supervising the class—George had ended up with you at Hagrid’s request. And if he’s being honest, he doesn’t dislike it one bit.

You—the shy one. The strange one. The one whose interests seem to differ from everyone else’s, the one who marches to the beat of her own drum. The one who others always seem to talk about, including those strange likes of yours. The one who, George realizes now, is quickly stealing his heart.

He grins lazily, watching you as you bend down to get closer to the strange looking creatures in front of you. You stick out your hand, as if to pet them, and George nervously grabs you by your shoulders. “Careful!”

You let out a soft giggle, and George can’t help but notice the sun glistening in your eyes and across your hair. He can feel a slight pull at his heart when you peer up at him, and hold out your hand to guide him closer to the skrewts. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” His head is saying absolutely not, get the bloody hell away from those things, but his heart wants nothing more than to feel your fingers interwoven in his.

“They’re just.. different, is all,” you say quietly, looking down at the skrewt as it lets out some strange noises. George notices every other student in the class backing away from these odd looking things; but there you are, going against the norm, slowly inching closer to them. He bites down to suppress a grin. “Reckon you just have to do a bit of research, right? Just to understand them a bit better?”

He can almost hear Hagrid in the back of his mind. Misunderstood creatures, is all.

He notices Fred standing up straighter with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised at the sight of you two hand in hand, but George ignores this. He’s too focused on the moment. His heart sinks a bit when he hears Umbridge let out a sickeningly sweet laugh, and Hagrid clears his throat gruffly, signaling the end of class.

“What’re your thoughts on fire crabs?”

You take George by surprise; he stops in his tracks as he walks next to you, side by side, up to the castle, completely ignoring Fred calling out to him from behind. Instead he clears his throat and replies, “Erm—I dunno, really—never studied them, have we?”

“They’re quite cute, actually,” you tell him, and George laughs sweetly, “their tortoise-like appearance makes them look less threatening, you know? And that jeweled shell they have—well, it’s rather beautiful, isn’t it? The bright, shining colors..”

Your voice trails off and floats in between you both and George can’t shake the feeling like there’s something lodged in his throat. He clears it once, twice, and replies back, “Yeah.. I reckon you’re right.” He sounds as nervous as he feels, and he prays you won’t notice. You don’t. It seems that your head is high in the clouds; or, perhaps, it is still back with the skrewts. George, thinking of his own favorite magical creature, asks you, “How about Nifflers?”

“Oh, the cutest!” you tell him excitedly, your eyes sparkling in the sun. Then, you bring a hand to your chin and pause to consider things, thinking a moment. “Although—I do have quite a lot of jewelry at home, so I reckon they wouldn’t be the best creature to have around.”

George laughs again; he cannot get over how absolutely adorably soft and sweet you are. “Probably not, but—would be perfect if you’re ever in search of a treasure of sorts?”

“I couldn’t agree more! Wish we could study those, too.”

“Imagine all the damage they’d cause in the castle?”

“Imagine all the damage they’d cause in Umbridge’s office?”

The two of you fall into a little fit of laughter as you trudge up the hill toward the castle for the next classes; when you reach the front, you can both still hear Fred calling out to his brother rather wildly. “Well—see you next class, George. The skrewts will be nearly three feet by then! Aren’t you excited?!”

A few girls nearby snicker at this, but you don’t seem to notice; your mind is elsewhere. George’s insides tighten; he suddenly feels very defensive of you. But then, he realizes, looking at you now, that he doesn’t need to be. It’s obvious to him that you don’t care what they think of you, and neither should he.

Not thinking much on the skrewts at all, he smiles at you and tightens his grip on his bag. “I can’t wait.”

It’s a bright and sunny day; George is nearly skipping down to Care of Magical Creatures (which nobody ever seems to do—nobody, except you), while next to him, Fred is looking positively woebegone. George slings an arm around his twin’s shoulder and says, “Brighten up, Freddie! Just a few more afternoon classes separate us from the weekend; we still planning on wreaking havoc in the fifth floor corridors tomorrow night?”

“I can’t even think about that right now, Georgie,” Fred replies, taking his brother by surprise, “not when I’ve got to spend the next hour and a half fawning over these stupid skrewts.”

“They’re not stupid,” George tells his brother. “They’re actually quite interesting. Y/N says—”

“Oh, Y/N,” Fred says teasingly, almost immediately reverting back to his normal self. George spots you already down near the forest, twirling on the spot, peering up into the trees and humming slightly to yourself. “Is that why we’re so strangely chipper for this class today?”

“No,” George lies, his voice suddenly very hoarse. He can’t take his eyes off of you. “I’m just—I’m enjoying this lesson, alright? Bugger off.”

With a click of his tongue through a smirk so painfully mocking, Fred laughs, “Mhmm—sure, mate, whatever you say,” and shoves George into a nearby tree before begrudgingly trodding over to the Slytherin, who rolls her eyes rather noticeably at his arrival.

“Hi, George!” you say excitedly, tugging on his arm to bring him closer to you. You point over to the area where Hagrid has the skrewts secured; George can see creatures much larger than the ones from the last class. He swallows over a lump in his throat, and suddenly feels butterflies flood his rib cage; but is it from the massive skrewts, or the fact that you’re still holding onto his arm?

“I reckon this will probably be one of the last lessons on the skrewts,” you say, frowning slightly. “Once they’re about three feet or so, they become difficult to get close to due to their bad temper, and they probably won’t react very well to humans.” Your frown quickly turns into a cheeky grin and your eyes widen in wonder. “But this means we’ll move onto something new soon!”

George is grinning from ear to ear at your undeniable excitement for any new creatures that will make their way into the upcoming lessons. “Rumor has it,” George tells you, leaning in closer to you, “that kneazles are next.”

You gasp audibly. He peers into your bright eyes. “How d’you know?”

He smiles sweetly at you. “I have my ways.”

“How exciting!” you reply, clapping your hands together in amusement. “They’re quite intelligent creatures, aren’t they? And absolutely beautiful—I’d love to have one, you know, as a pet or something. I reckon that would be absolutely wicked.”

“You know,” George says, suddenly feeling very keen toward kneazles, “that would be! You wouldn’t have to worry about them growing ten feet in size; plus, they won’t steal all of that jewelry you have.”

A laugh escapes your lips with no effort; you grab onto George’s wrist as it happens and clap your other hand onto your knee. He’s looking at you with nothing but admiration. He swallows thickly as he listens intently to your laugh. When you catch your breath, you place a hand to your chest and say breathlessly, “I knew there was a reason I like you, George Weasley.”

George is quite sure that his heart is in his throat; he is suddenly extremely aware of the way his feet feel in the grass. He feels as though, when you look up at him with panicked eyes, that he’s being carried by large, easy waves—his stomach is fluttering and dropping every few seconds, making the nerves throughout his body accelerate, but then a calmness takes him over, if only for a moment, before the fluttery feeling comes rushing back. You begin to stammer, “I—erm—”

And before he can fully register what he’s doing, or what Hagrid is saying to the rest of the class, George grabs your hand and squeezes tightly. He notices your face flush, and says, “I like you, too.” You swallow over a lump in your throat and proceed to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling too much. You tug nervously at the bottom of your sweater when George begins to pull you toward the skrewts. “Shall we go see how much our tiny creature has grown?”

You’re suddenly looking rather anxious and shy; George can sense this, but he can’t help but wonder if it’s really the three-foot long skrewts making you feel this way. Somehow, he can tell it’s probably not. He grins at you, pulls again on your hand to bring you closer to him and says, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

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pikemoreno · 4 years ago

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if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter III: Going Down

a/n: surprise! it’s a little early! well.. technically it’s a week late but you know what i mean... i’m gonna try to get back on schedule now...

taglist is open if you’d like to be added. sorry if you asked and i missed it or forgot. please just ask again if you aren’t on there and would like to be. :’)

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

Rick’s was in its usual state of vacancy when you walked in with Marcus, you leading the way as he held the front door for you. The fifteen or so tables were mostly empty except for a couple that held some elderly patrons and one that seated a businessman on his lunch break, his phone held rigidly to his ear.

You and Marcus were sat at a corner booth by a lovely middle-aged woman who Marcus, unsurprisingly, seemed to be friendly with. They engaged in small talk as she distributed two menus-- as if either of you needed it, a simple formality in this case. He asked her about “the kids and grandkids” and she responded “Oh crazy as ever” and they laughed as two old friends exchanging an inside joke. You guessed they kind of were, or at least old friends in the sense that Marcus made anyone into an old friend nearly instantaneously.

You both ordered, not needing any time to peruse a menu, she called it out to the kitchen and continued her small talk with Marcus. She introduced herself to you as Sandra when Marcus introduced you as “his friend from work.” You smiled at that. You discovered that she was the owner and that her husband had been the titular Rick who had passed away three years ago, leaving her to run the place. She finished her story about her oldest granddaughter, one of seven, and how she was adapting to college life and walked off to placate another customer nearby.

Marcus really had a way with people. As he told you more about his friendship with Adrian on the walk over that’d become clear, talking about Adrian as if he’d known him forever. He seemed to have every fun fact from his favorite food to the cause of the scar on his forehead down as if he’d learned them all naturally from childhood. He hadn’t. They met a year and a half ago when Adrian moved to Austin from the Phoenix field office. He really knew how to talk to people, asking lots of questions with real interest and doing everything to make them feel important and included and understood. You had no idea how he did it, how he was just like that. You’d never be able to remember that the granddaughter of the owner of your favorite restaurant was moving into college, nor would you probably ever think to take the intentional time to find that out in the first place. He was something else, truly. It kind of made you want a permanent spot in his circle, to feel important like that too.

But, first, to take care of business.

“Tell me more about Adrian,” you began, “Do you know his type?”

“I’m not really sure if he has one. He’d been with Sam since before I met him. Never took a second glance at anyone else.”

“Committed. That’s sweet. What’d she look like then?” Marcus pulled up a picture that remained on Adrian’s social media. Sam’s tawny brown complexion was certainly not an exact match to Wendy’s warm umber; Wendy had sharper features where Sam’s were rounder. But their hairstyles were similar, if he was into that, and they both had deep brown eyes. You wished Marcus had more for you to work off of, but you knew looks were nothing but a first impression and Wendy, being the beautiful goddess she was, would certainly catch Adrian’s eye no matter his “type.”

Now to just get to that point.

You handed his phone back to him as your food was brought out and laid in front of you.

“So what’s he into then? What’s his scene?” you gestured vaguely with your fork.

“Well, he’s a big social guy. Not a hard partier necessarily, but likes going to bars-- the loud ones?” Marcus seemed to wince from personal experience. “He likes being out late and having fun and meeting new people. Big extrovert.”

You sighed. That was not Wendy. Wendy was a classic introvert. She’d rather spend an evening reading a book or walking a deserted museum, maybe having a drink with a friend or two. She was kind and loving, but not one to meet everyone in the room. She was confident in an unassuming, quiet way, not feeling the need to work a room. Daniel had been the perfect socialite in their relationship. You wondered if Adrian would be too similar to the jackass-- minus the jackass part.

“I couldn’t drag Wendy to a crowded bar on a weekend if I tried. Would Adrian maybe be interested in an evening stroll in a quiet museum?”

“Definitely not,” Marcus stated emphatically, “I would though.”

“Are you interested in being set up with Wendy?” you joked. He gently shook his head.

“Can’t say I’m looking.”

You hummed noncommittally in response. It had sent a pang through your chest that you couldn’t name.

You moved on.

“It sounds like our best option is to get them to meet in the office somehow.” You held your thumb between your teeth as you thought and laughed as your next thought came to you, “Maybe we should get them to meet like we did. Steal all the coffee, make them go find some, hope it’s love at first sight?” Marcus tilted his head at you, his face unreadable. “That’s a long shot though,” you huffed. “It doesn’t mean they’d end up together… Obviously.” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “We need a meet cute. Every great romance starts with a meet cute.”

“Get them stuck in an elevator together?” he suggested after a moment of considering. You blinked at him, a little dazed at the sudden solution. His eyes moved from where they’d been looking out at the city street to meet your blinking gaze. “What? I’ve seen the movies. That’s a classic.”

“So how do you suggest we do that?”

“I think the security desk has control over the elevator. We’ll convince them to help and then we just have to make them get in the elevator at the same time.”

“Easy,” you chirped sarcastically.

“Do you have a better idea?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to offer something, but you simply shook your head. “Great. Let’s go stop an elevator.”

Step 1: Convince The Guard

Walking back into the office, the two of you made a beeline for the security desk, casually stopping in front of the guard whose eyes were fixed on the screens that provided various views around the building, including the sought after elevators. He looked new to the job: young, bright-eyed, eager. You hoped that wouldn’t work against you as you tried to convince him to break a couple of rules in the name of love. Marcus took the first crack at talking to him. You watched his eyes dart to the guy’s name tag before he walked up so he could address him by name. Marcus flashed him a smile when he looked up.

“Kevin, right? How’s it going today?” You groaned internally. He was laying the charm on way too thick and, frankly, it was giving you second-hand embarrassment to watch. Kevin looked even more concerned, his eyes wide and fearful.

“Good, I guess, Agent um--” he spared an unsure look at his tag, pushing up his tortoiseshell glasses slightly, “Pike.”

“Great. I have a little favor to ask of you, Kevin. Would you be able to control and shut down an elevator for just a few minutes?” Kevin looked impossibly more frightened, his voice frantic and quick when he spoke.

“Is-- Is there a problem with the elevators? I can just--” his fingers hovered over the glass encased button that was labelled ‘elevator shut down’. You guessed it would be the button to lock down all of the elevators into their security threat mode. Not the goal of this endeavor. Marcus calmly stopped him.

“No, no. We don’t need it all shut down.” Kevin’s hand slowly retreated from the button. “We just need you to manipulate the elevators a little to get two people in one and have it shut down for just a couple of minutes.”

“But I’m only supposed to stop elevators in an emergency situation.”

Oh yeah, this guy was fresh out of training.

“You’re so right, Kevin. But this is an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency? If there’s a problem with security or the elevators I should already know about it,” he shook his head, “I don’t know about this. I don’t want to get fired.”

Marcus sighed. He was going to have to change his approach. He was not anticipating the security guard for the day being a new hire that he didn’t know and who cared this much about the rulebook still. That usually didn’t last long. There were few major security threats coming into the building that the agents inside didn’t already know about. When you work security for a building already filled with FBI, your job is surprisingly uneventful. When your job is that uneventful, you tend to start being willing to fudge the rules a little. Marcus had counted on that. He leaned an elbow on the security desk.

“Have you ever been in love, Kevin?” Marcus’s eyes almost had a sparkle to them when he spoke, the charm really kicking in. Kevin bought it, he shrugged, a little bit of a blush forming on his cheeks.

“Yeah… Maybe… I guess.”

“Great. Then you’ll understand what we’re trying to do. How did you meet this potential love of yours?”

“I met him in college four years ago. We’re struggling through long-distance now, but I think we’ll make it work.”

“That’s beautiful.” Marcus’s smile was genuine, despite the over-acting of much of the rest of the conversation. “The reason we’re here is that we have two friends who were both in love-- much like you are-- but they both got their hearts broken. So we’re trying to set them up with each other.”

“And you need me to--?”

“We’re gonna tell them both to come down here. We need you to make sure they end up in the same elevator and then shut it down. Just long enough to get them interested in each other.”

“A classic trope.” Kevin looked excited.

“Exactly,” Marcus grinned back, then looked to you, “See? He gets it.” You rolled your eyes.

“So will you help us, Kevin?” you pleaded. He bit his lip a moment, looking at the elevators on the screens in front of him and then back to you, considering his options.

Does he aid in true love at the risk of his job?

“I’m in.”

Step 2: Text The Lonely Hearts

You and Marcus both had your phones at the ready with messages asking both friends to come downstairs, simply saying that you’d “explain when they got here.” What would you be explaining when they made it? Well, that was a then problem. That bridge would be crossed after you succeeded in bringing the lovebirds together. You counted down together.

“3… 2… 1... Send.”

The messages notified that they were delivered and the two of you huddled around the screens with Kevin, closely observing the 6th and 7th floor elevator lobbies.

Step 3: Meet Cute

Adrian made it to the elevator lobby of his floor first.

“That’s Adrian. Don’t let one stop on his floor, send one up to Wendy first,” Marcus called out.

Kevin hit a couple of buttons and all of the elevators passed Adrian by, one of them stopping at the 7th floor, waiting just for Wendy. She came on screen a minute later and the elevator opened for her the second she pressed the button. Then it made it its way down to the 6th floor, opening for Adrian. All three of you held your breath, watching as they both stood in separate corners of the elevator, both on their phones.

“C’mon guys. You’re two hot young singles! Interact!” you groaned. “Alright Kevin. Do it.”

The elevator began to make its way down and then abruptly stopped at Kevin’s command. An alarm made a long beep and then the whole thing shut down, the emergency light kicking on. You had Kevin turn on the security camera audio that was usually muted, it was fuzzy, but just audible enough.

But you didn’t even need to hear. The look on Wendy’s face said it all.

“Oh no. No no no no no,” you could hear her utter, her hands in a death grip on the metal bar on the back wall of the elevator. Adrian had looked startled before, but looked decidedly more startled at Wendy’s panic.

“Are-- are you ok?”

“Not really,” she gritted her teeth.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll just--” He hit the call button. Kevin let it ring. Wendy looked to be seconds away from hyperventilating.

“You didn’t think to mention the fact that Wendy is claustrophobic?” Marcus muttered to you.

“I didn’t know! How should I know that? Let’s get them out of there Ke--”

“Wait, wait. Look! Adrian is making a move,” Kevin interrupted, pointing your attention back to the screen that held his enraptured attention.

Adrian hesitantly stepped a little closer to Wendy. “Is it the enclosed space? It’s ok, it’s ok. We’re gonna get out of here. We’re totally safe. We just have to wait for them to get it fixed.” Wendy waved him off.

“Not helpful, but thanks,” she breathed, keeping her focus straight ahead.

Not a great start to the relationship.

“Alright,” Marcus sighed, running a hand down his face, “This isn’t working. Let them out, Kevin. We’ll have to figure something else out.”

Step 4: ???

Now what?

This was only supposed to be three steps. Now they were both leaving the elevator and you were no closer to getting them together. All you did was give Wendy a panic attack. You and Marcus waited on opposite ends of the lobby, ready to receive your friends with bogus excuses as to why you called them down. Wendy practically knocked you down from how freaked out she still was, babbling about what had just ensued. You caught Marcus’s eye as you discussed separately with the two lonely hearts, the look you exchanged over their shoulders was a resounding “What do we do now?”

Time for a Plan B.

It needed to be foolproof this time.

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celestialmark · 5 years ago

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A Poem Titled You - Mark Lee

- genre: heavy fluff, heavy feels - word count: 3.6K what how - warnings: none - author’s note: hey hey hey surprise! this drabble was inspired by taeyeon’s ost “a poem titled you” for hotel del luna omg it’s so beautiful her voice is amazing ;; anyways, I haven’t written anything long in centuries and I'm hoping this piece will spark inspiration for the current long fic that I'm working on. I hope you like it guys! it’s all over the place but ;~; biggest shoutout to ari @/suhdone for constantly motivating me ;; your support means a whole lot :( ily

If someone had asked you to describe Mark, you’d be at a loss for words. Because Mark embodied a lot of things, a lot of good things. And watching him now, as he walks over to you with light steps and a smile grazing his lips, convinces you that he is the very definition of good. And not in a sense that he’s good at everything he does, which could work too because Mark is crazy talented, but more of how he makes people feel around him. Though there weren’t really any proper words to pinpoint what kind of emotions he elicits at this exact moment he’s approaching you with an unwavering smile and shining eyes, all you know is that it doesn’t compare to anything else.

“Hey sweet,” he speaks, gentleness and warmth coating his words. “I’m sorry you had to wait for me, shall we go?”

It’s the little things with Mark. He’s walking on the side of the path closest to the road, having held you by the shoulders earlier to shift you away from zooming vehicles before your trek to volunteer work. Today shouldn’t be any different than the previous days just gone because Mark is still blabbering about random happenings of his day like he usually does and with you walking beside him listening intently to all the words that doesn’t make sense. But today is different. It feels different. Because you can’t focus on Mark’s stories no matter how hard you try, unconsciously getting lost mid-sentence because your eyes linger on his face too long. You trip on your foot at some point because of it and it jolts you back to your reality.

Mark’s reflexes grasp your arm before you meet the ground and you hate the way his touch sets your skin on fire despite the layers of clothing that separate his fingers from your skin.

“Careful,” he says as he steadies you. He looks down with a tilt of his head and before you know it, he’s already crouched down to the ground. You feel him tugging at your laces that you didn’t know had come undone. “Clumsy,” you hear him chuckle from below, the sweet sound getting lost in the wind that rushes past.

Mark’s heart shines through even more when he volunteers, greeting elders with a blinding smile as he hands them trays of food. The little conversations he holds with elders about four times his age highlights the sincerity of his heart and you can see that visiting and helping them bring him so much joy as much as he makes them happy. It’s a heartwarming sight to witness and you can’t help but smile to yourself while you do your share of the work.

“Handsome,” and “kind,” and “filial,” are the words Mark’s associated with in this house for the elderly. And what makes him even more endearing is that he struggles to accept the compliments thrown his way, only responding with a bashful smile and the occasional shake of his head to disagree with what he’s described as.

You catch yourself sighing as you watch him from afar. Mark was so much more than what he thought of himself and you’d wish he knew that.

On the way home, when the sun slowly sinks behind the mountains beyond the towering buildings and when the temperatures drop slightly to cater for a chilly night, Mark is the first to speak again as soon as he’s finished zipping up your coat to ensure your warmth.

“You haven’t spoken all day,” he says casually, eyes ahead on the path. “Everything okay?”

You don’t realise the truth to his words until you reflect on the day, and true enough, you really hadn’t spoke to him all day even though you’ve spent the whole day together.

“O-oh,” you say, your voice hoarse you have to take a moment to clear your throat. “Sorry, I didn’t even realise.”

“Y/n, if this has something to do with me saying I like you the other day, please don’t,” Mark says, halting in his tracks right in front of you, which causes you to stop too. “I meant what I said but if it’s something that makes you feel uncomfortable with me, then please forget what I said.”

How much Mark has grown is evident in how straightforward he’s suddenly become. At first you didn’t even notice it, having spent almost your entire life with him, but as time passed and as the harsh realities of life gradually came to challenge you both, the realisation of how mature he’s become became clearer in the decisions he’s had to make and in how he’s had to deal with certain situations he didn’t expect he’d find himself in. It became even clearer when he confronted his feelings face front, with no hesitation the moment he was sure about what he felt. And it just so happened that you were the one to trigger the first confession he’s ever made in his whole life ever. He stuttered a lot, yet it was the most perfect for you because it came from Mark and it came with nothing but genuity. After all, Mark always did and said everything with sincerity.

“Mark, my hands are cold,” you blurt out in the midst of trying to look for a reply to what he had just said.

And Mark doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a second as he holds your hands in his, raises them both and breathes onto them. He procees to rub his palms on the back of your hands then, doing all that he could to warm you. And you just watch in silence, in utter admiration and in pure awe of his existence alone. Mark always did this, on other days, without even asking him to do so. But with the recent revelation of how he felt for you, it’s been a constant challenge with yourself to dig deep and notice the small things about yourself you didn’t even pick up before.

Mark does something different today. Instead of letting go of your hand, he tucks it inside the pocket of his coat, still with his hand enveloping yours. He looks at you wearily after his gesture, a concerned glint in his eyes, “Is this okay?”

You want to tell him it’s perfect. But you settle with a nod of your head.

Later in the week, in the late hours of the evening, you find Mark just outside your work place when you come down after an exhausting day. He’s standing outside, just beside the entrance, eyes trained ahead at the cars passing along the road.

“Mark?”

With his name being called, he snaps his head to your direction and an instant smile lifts on his face. “Hi sweet.”

“What brings you here?”

That’s when you notice the umbrella he’s holding above his head as he shows you another one in his other hand. “It’s raining. And I figured you didn’t bring an umbrella.”

When you glance outwards, the rain you hadn’t noticed from earlier, is lashing down mercilessly. You try to recall your brain for the forecast you were sure you checked before leaving your home early this morning but find no recollection of any impending rain.

Thank the heavens for Mark though.

Taking a step closer to you, he tucks your umbrella under his arm so that he can zip your coat up fully as you watch in silence. “Ready?” he asks with another smile, proceeding to open your umbrella for you before handing it over. You take it from him with a nod and a small smile playing on your lips, mirroring his, as he begins to lean the way home.

You lose yourself in conversations with Mark, talking about all sorts of things, from sharing stories about one’s day like you always do, and plans for the upcoming weekend. Mark announces he’s staying in to entertain his notes for an upcoming exam he’s dreading while you offer to accompany him, not having anything better to do to which he expresses his gratitude to you for with a smile too wide that reaches his eyes and highlights his cheekbones.

You grab the sleeve of Mark’s coat when a food cart catches your eye by the sidewalk. He looks over to you before glancing at the vendor making fresh warm crepes. You turn to him with excitement, the long day at work reminding you of the fact that you haven’t eaten all day. “Let’s share one?” You suggest and it earns an approving nod from Mark.

“Can we have one chocolate crepe please,” Mark kindly asks the vendor to which he begins making straight away. You watch the process carefully, without batting an eyelash, growing all too fascinated at the precise motions of the man. Mark on the other hand, watches you instead and oblivious to you, his eyes literally sparkle under the fluorescent lights of the cart, the sight of you in a state of happiness making him happy in return.

Mark pays for the crepe as you receive the dessert from the vendor who hands it to you with a grateful smile. You turn to face Mark just as you lift the crepe to your mouth to take your first bite, when his cold fingertips comes in contact with your wrists, stopping you. You look up at him curiously and he only smiles at you.

“It’s too hot,” Mark points out, eyes trained on the steam stemming from the crepe. He then takes it from you and starts to blow on it in attempts of cooling down the dessert slightly. Now it’s your turn to stare at him and realise that it’s always, always, without a doubt, the little things about Mark that leave you speechless.

“Here,” Mark says handing it back to you but you’re too perplexed to react so he gestures it to you again before you finally recover from your trance. You try to hide your fluster by eating but it doesn’t help that Mark is continuously gazing at every little thing you do and it doesn’t make the situation better either when he extends his hand to swipe small strands of hair that’s threatening to fall on your face. You finally have some time to breathe when he turns away from you, his attention shifting to the vendor as he requests for a bottle of water.

You barely leave any crepe for Mark, having been too distracted at the increase of your heartbeat that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Mark twists the bottle cap open before offering the water to you, taking the crepe from you in exchange.

“Slow down sweet, you’re going to choke,” he chuckles, noticing your cheeks inflated with food. Mark begins to eat shortly while you recompose yourself, silently grateful that Mark wasn’t the type to pick up on the sudden changes in your behaviour.

The heavens continue its downpours even after your short stopover for food. Your shoes are getting soaked on the trek home from having stepped on a puddle you didn’t see. Mark laughed as you glared at him with a huff, bringing his index finger to press the space between your eyebrows to erase your frown. To make matters worse, your umbrella decides to leave you exposed to the heavy droplets when a strong gust of wind blows past you, completely destroying your shelter.

“Wow could this day get any worse,” you mumble, getting beaten down by the rain momentarily before Mark pulls you close under the safety of his umbrella. His arm is firm around your shoulder and there’s a moment where you two fall silent, hearts both racing at the proximity of your bodies. Mark is staring down at you, a soft expression on his face as he searches yours. You’re blinking rapidly, his chest too close to you and his scent lingering in your nostrils; delicate yet intoxicating.

“Is this okay?” He wonders aloud in a small voice.

You bring yourself to peek up at him, your eyes unsure in contrast to the hammering of your chest. “It’s okay,” you utter. You want to tell him that you don’t mind, that you never mind if it’s him, but you think that telling him it’s alright is enough for him tonight because another gentle smile etches onto his features, one that doesn’t quite disappear and lasts the entire night.

The heavy rain stretches on until the weekend. Just as promised, you accompany Mark during his study. You try to remember the exact reason why you’ve kindly offered to stay with him for the day, but you’re secretly thankful because you get to bask in his alluring presence in his own home. Mark, in a cozy black turtleneck is seated across you on the dining table, his eyes hiding behind his glasses he wore every now and then, focused on what you guess to be notes on the screen of his laptop. You’re reading a book in silence, letting Mark’s occasional mumbles to himself fill the room along with the dulcet echoes of your pages being turned from one to another under your fingertips.

It isn’t until two hours of staying rooted in your seats that the screeching of Mark’s chair breaks the silence. When you look up, you discover he’s already stood up to leave for somewhere, towards the direction of the kitchen. You examine his space opposite you and see the paper sprawled around everywhere with numerous pens stacked on top. You’re about to reach for one that catches your eye when Mark reappears from the doorway, white ceramic mugs in either of his hands. He places one in front of you, the aroma of your favourite green tea filling your senses.

“Thanks,” you say with a smile that you hope reflects your gratitude for the small yet sweet gesture.

Unknown to you, your mere but mesmeric smile pushes his pent up affection further on edge, so much so, that if he continued to study every little thing he wants to remember about your face, he’d literally spill everything he’s been dying to say to you. So he clears his throat and looks away, taking his seat once again and taking a sip of his boiling coffee too quick. He begins to cough and hiss uncontrollably, an aftermath of his haste actions.

You quickly hand him a napkin, rising from your seat in the process, your brows knitted together in the middle. “Hey, careful,” you say even though it’s too late as he takes the napkin from you.

With a stretch of your arm, you take his mug in your hands. When you settle again on your chair, you start blowing on his beverage, images of Mark at the crepe cart flashing before your own eyes, prompting you to do the same. From the corner of your eye, you can see Mark watching you silently and you slowly begin to understand how it feels to be in his place this time; to be the one on the giving end. And it feels good. It feels warm. It feels nice. It feels even better because it’s from you to Mark.

Once you’re done, you set the mug back in its initial place and discover Mark still staring, his eyes as big and as wide as ever. And you smile and promise yourself to keep giving because the bashful smile that creeps on Mark’s face is too adorable not to witness again.

In the late hours of the night, you fall asleep on Mark’s couch accidentally, while waiting for him to finish his study. The television playing lowly in the background has lulled you into sleep you didn’t know you were in need of, the thought of Mark being the last thing on your mind before finally surrendering to slumber. Mark enters the living room some time after to find you sleeping soundly and makes great efforts to minimise as much noise as he can so as to not disturb you. He crouches down in front of you and he swears that if you could see him right now gazing at you the way he is now, you’d literally see hearts in his eyes. You looked so peaceful in your sleep, your perfect features at its calmest state and Mark feels himself falling further and amazes at himself at that fact because here you were, still as ever and not doing anything, yet causing him the greatest stress.

Mark shuts the television off and carries you in his arms. You stir in your sleep to circle your arms around his neck and to find a comfortable spot on his chest for your head to lead on and Mark stands completely still as you do all that. He’d expected his heart to hammer against his chest because that’s the kind of effect you usually had on him, but to his great surprise, he feels as calm as ever and he thinks that it’s because you fit so right in his arms. After taking one last glimpse at your sleeping figure and swearing to himself to protect you all his life, he proceeds to make his way to his bedroom, right where he can lay you on his bed to ensure your utmost comfort.

Some hours after midnight, you awake under the warmth of the duvet, the darkness greeting you in the haze of your vision as you try to decipher where you are. From the way the moon peeks through the window, shining on familiar furniture on the other side of the room, you figure you’re in Mark’s room. And you find the said person on the floor beside his bed, sleeping soundly on top of a blanket that’s too thin to shield him from the cold floor.

“Mark,” you call out from the edge of his bed. He doesn’t move until your third call and when you finally get a response, “Come sleep beside me.”

“Hm?” is the only reply from Mark through closed lids. You come to a conclusion he’s too sleepy to even understand your words so you reach for his arm and tug at it. “Sleep up here, it’s cold down there,” you repeat.

Mark complies after you tug at his arm some more, finally lying on the bed beside you but doesn’t realise the consequence of his actions until he opens his eyes to find you right in front of him. In any other situation, he would have scurried away in a rush to calm himself from being too close. But the way you’re gazing at him with gentle eyes convinces him it’s okay to stay and as he continues to gaze back, he finds new courage to move even closer to you, minimising the gap between the two of you even more. Mark closes his eyes and leans his forehead forward until it rests on yours.

“Is this okay?” he whispers quietly.

It’s your turn to study his features this time and come to a conclusion that this man may be the most beautiful one to ever exist. The fascination that stirs within you urges you to bring your hand to caress his ethereal face. Running a thumb on his cheek, you begin to wonder what great thing you must have done in your past life to have someone like Mark, and better yet, a Mark who likes you, a gentle and sweet Mark who’s careful about the boundaries he’s set for himself.

“It’s okay,” you whisper back, tracing the outline of his face with your forefinger. “It’s perfect.”

Mark raises a hand to wrap around your wrist and leans his face completely into your touch, marvelling at how surreal it feels to be receiving your affection. You smile at his actions, the sight melting your heart, silently wishing you’d shown him sooner how he really made you feel. So you decide to show him from now on.

“Mark,” you whisper again, grabbing his attention as he opens his eyes. You’re sure you’d feel nervous for what you’re about to do but meeting Mark’s eyes now only prove reassurance and provide you with the last bit of courage you needed.

You lean your face forward, closer to his, closing the gap between your bodies by an inch, “Is this okay?” you ask, your eyes trained on his to look for some kind of response. But Mark doesn’t answer because he’s too stunned. And you don’t wait for a response because there’s too much to say but too little time to find words that are fitting. So you let your actions speak instead.

Leaning in closer, feeling his nose tap yours, you ask again, “Is this okay?” And again no response. You proceed with your motions, closing your eyes in the process, your lips a mere centimetre away from his you can literally feel it. “I hope this is okay,” you whisper before letting your lips collide with his.

Mark grasps the situation a second too late but when he does come to his senses, he responds by pulling your body closer before grazing your jaw in his hand. He kisses you slow, an indirect metaphor of how time slows when you’re with him yet full of love and affection, everything he’s been unable to show. You feel his heartbeat under your fingers and it pushes you to deliver everything you need and want to say to him, that everything was okay as long as it was with him, that everything will be okay as long as he’s beside you. And that from tonight onwards, it’ll only consist of you showing him how incredible it feels to be loved by him because you know your words will never do it justice.

Mark is smiling when you pull away, understanding and accepting you wordless messages and declarations. And you smile back, finding the twinkle in his eyes to be too beautiful, your smile speaking for you. The rain continues to tap away at his windowpane but all you could focus on is the glint in his eyes that screams nothing but admiration for you. Wrapping is arms around you wholely, he whispers,

“That was perfect.”

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mirror-juliet · 5 years ago

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Body paint-Lee Seoho {Smut}

Requested by Anon.

Im taggong @youneedapiratekink cause i can💙✨💙✨💙

I am so sorry this didn’t come out on time like it should have, i’ll admit i got a little lazy over the weekend. I hope the chapter makes up for it.

Thank you for requesting

Tags: Body paint, rough sex if you squint, hand kink if you also squint. Art hoes. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it kiddo’s.

"Hey babe, can you hand me that brush?" Seoho asks but the question just goes through you as you focus on his beautiful hands, putting more pigment onto your page.

"Hey!" You shriek as he snatches the oil pastel in your hand.

"Can you hand me the brush to your right please?" He asks again, pointing to said brush.

"Only if you give me a kiss." You purse your lips, holding the brush close to your chest.

He easily takes the brush from you and continues his painting. You pout cause he still has your pastel on the other side of him.

"Seoho~" You whine, poking him on the forearm. "I need my pastel~~"

You keep pestering him until he yelps from you pulling his arm hair

"Pastel. now." You point at it and hold your hand out. He reaches down and licks it, immediately regretting it. He gets up from his chair and runs to the work sink, putting his mouth under the faucet.

You take this opportunity to grab the pastel, resuming your shading. "Can you come sit back down, i need to see if i should add something else."

He comes back over, sitting down and resuming his painting this time with a sour look on his face.

"Why are you even drawing my hands?" He gives you one of his hands, painting with the other.

"It's for school. What's it to you?" He pulls his hand back. "Well it is attached to me, so pretty it's important."

You scrunch your nose at him. "Why are you painting me?" He cracks a smile as he looks at his reference photo of you, nearly naked, only a translucent sheet covering you.

He thinks back to when he had Xion photograph you. He was so flustered and didn't know if he was being respectful towards the both of you, A fond memory in his eyes

"What's it to you?" He mocks your words, grinning wider as you smack his arm.

"I don't know what i'm going to do with it it when i'm done, i just wanted to paint you." He looks at you and kisses you lightly as he cups your face, getting paint on it.

You stand up to go rinse it off when he stops you by holding your hand. "Leave it, it's cute."

You sit back down and continue to do oil sketches of different parts of Seoho as he works on his painting.

You begin to loose yourself in your art, being pulled back out by said man.

"Your art is beautiful, but you need to take a break and eat something." He puts down a cheese, meat and fruit platter that you didn't realize he had gone to make.

You reluctantly put down your sketch book, knowing Seoho would make you eat one way or another.

The two of you talk about nonsense, mainly upcoming art projects and wish lists for what supplies you two would like in the studio.

The bell at the front of the studio sounds, making Seoho get up from his spot, allowing you to finish your slice of cheese and get back to your work.

You decide to make a piece with your own hand as a model, seeing as your favorite model was busy with his art shop. Not only was he a very talented artist, he made most of his living by restoring paintings, sometimes taking art commissions himself.

That's how you met Seoho, restoring paintings.

Your art class was learning about restoring paintings. The teacher had Seoho come in to teach a thing or two, as he was one of the most pleasing graduates from the college three years prior. He had taking a liking to you, paying more attention to your work throughout the week as he was teaching your class.

When he was getting ready to leave he had told you to stay behind, that was when he gave you his number to meet up for lunch sometime. A year has passed since then and you agree that was one of the best moves you've made.

A set of hands rubbing your shoulders alerts you to Seoho's presence.

"Do you have a new piece to work on?" You ask reluctantly, knowing he would ask you to leave the studio and back into the house, he had a thing for people not being around for the restoring process.

"No, Hwanwoong and Xion have to do another photo shoot for their major. Hwanwoong wants me to do a painting on you. Is that okay?" A spark sets off in your eyes, you whip around.

"Really?" You grab his hands in excitement, already pulling him off to the supply's

"I'm going to take that as a yes then." He laughs at you as you pull out the body paints.

"I don't know what i'm going to paint on you yet. Will you wait until i get a sketch down?" The sparkle in your eyes dim, allowing him to grab one of his many sketch pads.

He beckons you closer with his finger. He pulls you closer to him sitting at his drafting table, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a long kiss to the lips.

"Do me a favor baby girl and go take a shower. The paint will stick better." You smile down on him. Giving him another kiss before slowly detaching yourself from him.

"I won't be long."

You quickly bounce inside his house that is attached to the shop, making your way to your shared bathroom.

In the shower, you take care to shave off your body hair, knowing it would show up on the camera's and make Seoho's work look messy.

When you get back to the studio, this time in a robe and with your hair in dutch braids, Seoho is setting up the air brush and brushes. You hug him from behind, slightly startling him.

"Do you want to set over there?" Seoho points to the stool now on a tarp, ready to catch any of the paint.

He walks back over to you, helping you remove your robe and applying the pasties for you, making you shiver at his cold touches.

"So are the boys still here?" You distract yourself from how gorgeous he looks while working.

"No, they went out for lunch. I told them i would call when i'm done painting. I don't think Xion would want to see you half naked again." He smiles at the last part.

"Wont he see have to see me half naked when he takes the photos?" The coldness of the primer makes you flinch.

"Yea, but he thinks the paint will make a difference. Hwan would probably enjoy it though." You both laugh at the Casanova of a friend.

You both fall into somewhat of silence, listening to the music that plays, and watching the older man as he focuses of the painting.

It's amazing to you how he could look so attractive while hair slightly covers his eyes.

He looks up to you, sharing your gaze until you blush hard and look away.

"You act like this is the first time i'm seeing your body like this." He brushes a dark purple color along your rib cage, sending goose bumps across your skin, not unnoticed by Seoho who only smirks.

You find yourself biting your lip more often, occasionally humming along to the songs that seem to only edge the uneasy feeling between your legs. Seoho doesn't help either by steadying his beautiful hands by laying them against your skin.

He crouches down to work dangerously close to your heat, even though there is a pasty covering you, you cant help but feel nervous he would figure out your situation.

Seoho surprises you by sparking up and placing hard, wet kisses to your lips; supporting your back so you wouldnt fall off the chair.Enticing small moans out of you

His other hand works on removing the stickers upon your breasts. You don't mind, actually helping him remove them, along with the one covering your heat.

You place a hand on his chest, pushing back to catch your breath. Seoho doesn't seem to have a problem with air, attacking your neck with kisses.

Another thing you loved about Seoho was that he was always very passionate and excited about your intimate moments. It surprised you at first, since he was five years older than you already. Though you weren't complaining.

He wraps your legs around his waist, picking you up and placing you on his drafting table. It was perfect in his opinion for eating you out, with the angle it was set at. The force of the placement makes you squeak.

He spreads your legs, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe against your pussy.

"Seoho." You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He bends your legs, placing them against your stomach.

"Hold them for me?" He asks, smiling at you. You comply and take your thighs from him.

Seoho makes quick work of his fingers, placing two in your needy hole, scissoring.

His soft lips attach themselves to your clitoris and begins to suck.

Your moans fill the air along with you back arching towards him. "Ahhah...Nguah."

You let go of your legs, allowing them to almost snap shut against his head as he curls his long fingers inside, brushing against the core of nerves.

He holds open your legs with his elbows, allowing his free hand to play with your breasts once again.

"Seoho. Please, your fingers feel so good." You don't quite know what you're asking for, only that you want more of it.

Seoho seems to understand, he pumps his fingers faster, making your hips buck up into him.

"Wha-" You whine as he pulls his finger out, looking at the mess you've made of them. You inwardly cringe as he licks his fingers off.

He dips his head back down to make out with your lower lips.

"Mhhh. Baby~ You taste so good for me."

Seoho tries to go back down, to be stopped by your tugging of his hair.

"Nu uh. I want to feel you inside of me." You pout at him, making him grin once again.

"Your wish is my command darling~" Seoho places gentle kisses on your collar bone as he unbuckles his pants over you, turning you on further.

Getting impatient, you pull down his pants and boxers just enough for his member to spring out.

"Someone's impatient." Seoho says through a shit-eating grin. You just pull his head down into a heated kiss.

"Just fuck me already damni-Ah!" Seoho pushed himself in, setting a quickened pace, not allowing you a second to catch your bearings.

He grunts repeatedly in your ear, pulling the lobe in between his teeth. "Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you on the table so hard you cant do anything but hang your mouth open like the dumb slut you are for my cock."

You cry out, He picks up his pace.

"How many nights did you get yourself off to the thought of me fucking you like this over a desk? You lusting over a teacher. You really are a teenager still."

Seoho pushes against your shoulders, digging them into the table that was sure to leave bruises against them tomorrow.

"Answer me Y/n." He slows his thrusts, making you shiver

"Every night you taught my class! I wanted you to bend me over the desk and fuck me! Please, god let me cum." You bucked your hips up into him to gain more friction.

"Only if you cum with me. Deal?"

"DEAL!" Seoho lets out a laugh that would sound hysterical to anyone else but you, he snaps his hips into your pelvic bone, now chasing his own release. The room begins to fill with the sweat, dirty sounds of skin on skin, paint acting as a makeshift lube and moans you both are producing.

"I-I'm....Gonna" A long moan escapes your lips, you dig your nails into his forearm that is still pinning you down.

"I know." He drags his slender finger across your clit, making your legs shake in pleasure, too much pleasure.

You see every color as a wave of heat and pleasure wash over your body, clamping down on Seoho hard enough to milk him to his orgasm. He nearly doesn't pull out in time to shoot four long strings of hot cum across your abdomen. The both of you stay like that for a few minutes, catching your breath.

"Did i fix your problem?" He asks in between pants, wiping his sweaty brow and smearing paint on his face.

"Yes." You try to wipe his face off, only to get more on him. The both of you ending up in laughs.

"We seriously need to clean up and start painting again." Seoho helps clean your stomach off and leads you to the shower to help wash each other off.

*****

The art and photoshoot ended up going spectacular, Hwanwoong loved photographing your body, Xion enjoyed the art his Hyung had created for them. And Seoho loved watching you get flustered everytime he would make a seductive glance at you.

Xion didn't freak out as much as he thought he would, maybe it was because he had seen you in much worse, rather less, or it might have been that he didn't have to have Seoho breathing down his back this time 'round.

******

"Hey, the pictures turned out great." Hwanwoong walks into the studio with a vanilla folder and Xion behind him.

"Yea, we got an A!" Xion beams, engulfing you in a hug. If only the poor boy knew what went on prior to those results.

(Pics not mine, cresit goes to owner)

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Request: “Can you plase do an imagine where mgk and reader (famous singer) are dating. And everyone thinks mgk is a bad bf cause of his appearance and career (and he always uses ‘hoe’ in his songs). But they do it for fun and y/n loves him, so one day colson decides to do something romantic just to assure y/n that he loves her.”

A/N: Hi guys! I’m soo sorry for taking so long! Between exams and all I was pretty busy but since I’m officially on summer break, I have a lot of free time 🌴Hope you enjoy it 🥰

“Please welcome Y/N Y/L/N!” You made your way to the stage where an assistant told you to go and you were cheered by people clapping in their hands and shouting your name. You hugged the host and waved at the audience before sitting on the couch. You were used to be invited on talk shows, but you would always get a little nervous, especially since it was exceptionally broadcasting on live, before finally relaxing and enjoying the moment. It was not the first time that you went to Jimmy Fallon’s talk show, so the audience enjoyed the chemistry between the two of you. “First of all, let me tell you that you look amazing Y/N” “Oh thank you! I’ve been tired lately so you telling me this is actually a miracle.” You said laughing soon joined by the audience and Jimmy. “Yes, because you just finished your worldwide tour!” He replied and the audience cheered. You felt your cheeks blushing and you couldn’t help but smiling. Your career in the music industry started 4 years ago and you immediately got a huge success. Even now, it was hard for you to believe that it was your life. Millions of people following you on Instagram, millions of people buying and streaming your music, people always asking for a picture when they would meet you and a lot of nominations, even a Grammy one but unfortunately, you didn’t win it.

“Thank you! It felt good to be back on the road, meeting incredible people and fans. I’m very grateful.”

“Congratulations on everything that is happening to you.”

“Thanks so much.” You said giving Jimmy a warm smile.

“Well since we’re talking about your career, you released a new song called ‘Good’ and on an Instagram post, you said that it was about someone special who you’ve met 3 years ago and your fans assumed it’s about your boyfriend, who is also Machine Gun Kelly. Is it really about him?” Jimmy asked. You knew this question would be asked soon or later and at first you wouldn’t want to answer it as far as you didn’t like exposing your private life, but for a few months now, you could see on the internet articles and random people saying bad things towards your relationship. Yes, you were dating him for 3 years now and you couldn’t be happier. When you first met him, you heard from people about his reputation but you couldn’t fight what you felt for him and when the two of you started dating, you were surprised that he was a very caring person, always giving you cute attentions, and you were tired of people denigrating him without truly knowing him. He was the opposite of everything you could read.

“Yes, it is. You know, people always talk about things they don’t know, and now it happens to be my relationship with Colson. Yes, he is a rapper. Yes, he got a lot of tattoos and yes, there’s always girl in his clips and when he’s on tour but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about me. If people knew what he has done for me and how he is demonstrating his love for me I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t talk that much, and they would stop judging him by his appearance.” You answered and you heard people clapping in their hands before you continued “When it was the beginning of our relationship, I would lie if I’d tell you that I was really happy with the idea of him being around girls , even today sometimes, a part of me is always afraid, but I trust and love him enough to know he wouldn’t hurt me. Nobody but us knows what we’re saying to each other behind closed doors.”

“I couldn’t agree more with you Y/N.” Jimmy replied, and you felt good to finally let out of your chest what you kept for a while. The interview went on and you eventually finished the show and your driver drove you to yours and Colson’s place.

When you opened the front door, you knew Colson was at the studio recording new songs, so you weren’t surprised to be alone. You felt tired by your day and decided to take a hot shower before putting on one of his shirts and a panties. You went to your shared bedroom and went under the soft blanket, turning on Netflix.

It was around 0:30 a.m. when you heard the front door shutting. You knew it was Colson and you were surprised that he was already here since usually he would come home at around 3 a.m. “Babe?” “The bedroom.” You shouted back, not looking away from the tv show you had put on. He opened the door and your eyes met his with a smile drawn on your face.

“I knew I would find you in this position.” He said getting closer to the bed.

“What can I say? Netflix is a good entertainer when you’re not here.” You replied, giggling at your own words before Colson gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “Be right back, I’m gonna take a shower really quick.”

When he was done, he was only wearing a pair of boxers when he joined you under the cover. You missed him the whole day so naturally you got closer to him, put your head on his chest and your arm around his waist, only hearing his heartbeat and the sounds of the tv. You wanted this moment to last forever. Only the two of you and nothing else. Colson had his arm around you, caressing your shoulder which would give you shivers. You had never felt such a thing for someone before and it was mutual. It was silent in the room, but not an awkward one before he spoke. “Babe?” “Yeah” you replied, looking at the tv but being all ears for what he was going to tell you.

“You know that you’re the only one that I love and want right?” He asked still caressing your shoulder. His question made you rose from your position and you were now sitting next to him.

“Of course, Colson. Why would you ask me this?” You asked back, getting a little bit concerned. He knew that when you would call him by his name and not ‘Kells’, it was because you were having a very serious tone.

“When I was at the studio, I took a break to watch your interview and I heard what you said about girls being around me and how sometimes you would be afraid anything could happen.” You could see in his eyes he was saddened, not by you but by the situation. You felt bad since the point was to prove how faith you had in him and how much you trusted him, not for you to make him feel guilty or bad.

“Colson I di-“ you started but you were cut off by him putting his hands on your cheeks before speaking.

“I want you to know that you’re the only one I want. I don’t even look at the other women. I don’t even know how I got so lucky to get you, but I promise you to never hurt you. And I’m so sorry you feel afraid and not good about it, but I promise you you’re the only want that I love and desire.” By the end of his sentence, you could feel tears forming in your eyes. You knew how he felt towards you but wouldn’t express it, at least with words since he was not comfortable saying that kind of things. Even though you knew it, it still felt good to hear it. You look at him and kissed him, putting your soft hands on his cheeks before pulling away.

“Colson, what I said wasn’t for you to feel bad. Sure, I’m not always at my best when I see those girls throwing themselves at you but my point was to shut the haters up by saying that I trust you enough to go past this. I know you wouldn’t do such a thing and I hate that people are assuming that about you. Sure, I can be scared because there are so much more beautiful and great women out there than me.” He stopped you at the end of your sentence.

“I don’t want you to ever think that okay? You are everything that I didn’t know I was looking for and I don’t want anyone else in my life than you.” You gave him a shy smile before speaking again.

“I probably opened up a little too much, but they got the message. You don’t have to worry because you’re doing everything perfectly for 3 years.” You assured rising one eyebrow and smiling causing Colson to put you on your back and him being on the top of you.

“Y/N, you’ll be the death of me.” He said, his face a few inches away from yours; “I’ll be honored then.” You replied in a teasing away before he pressed his lips on yours.

The next morning, Colson and you woke up early as far as the both of you had busy days planned. You had a few meetings to do about the end of your world tour and Colson had to work on the upcoming album. You were running late and left before him, saying quick goodbyes which you hated.

“Sorry babe I’m late,” you started, grabbing an apple, “I’ll text you during the day, I love you.” You finished, taking the time to give him a languid kiss and headed to your car to go to your first meeting. When you left, you could see that something was up with Colson, probably because of the interview and the conversation the two of you had but tried not to overthink it and you’ll see later what’s wrong.

The day was exhausted, just as the day before and the day before that one. You texted Colson in the afternoon, but he didn’t respond which made you worried. What if he decides to left me? You tried not to make up ideas and just told yourself that he was probably busy, which was probably the case.

When you got back from work, you were glad it was the weekend. You haven’t stopped since the beginning of the world tour and those two days off were more than needed. As you expected, Colson wasn’t home, but you wish he was since you started to get anxious about him ignoring you. You decided to clear you mind and go by the pool, with on the edge of it with only having your feet in the water. The house you shared was overhanging the city which was giving a perfect view. The sun was beginning to go down which gave to the sky a beautiful orange mixed with pink color, and the lights of the city looked like diamonds.

You were relaxing when your phone buzzed right next to you. You look at the screen and saw that Slim was calling. “Hey Slim, what’s up.” “Hey Y/N, is Kells with you? He left earlier and we tried to reach him, but he doesn’t answer.” You heart started to be fast already imagining the worst scenarios. “No, he’s not here, I thought he was with you guys.” You said, standing up from your spot and taking your bad with you. “I’m on my way to meet you guys. Gotta be in at the studio in a few.” You said and hang the phone call, ran at your car and drove to the studio. On the way, you couldn’t stop thinking of where he was or what had happened. An intuition kept telling you that all of this was happening because of that damn interview.

Once you arrived there after around 20 minutes, you got inside the studio and the whole crew was there, expect Colson of course. You were greeted by the guys and they didn’t seem as concerned as you were. “Do you know where he could be?” You asked them and Baze was the one to answer. “He said he had some shopping to do but he wasn’t replying to our text, so we guested he was with you.” “No, he was not.” You replied, rubbing your forehead. You could see the guys gave you a weird look. “Is everything okay girl?” Rook asked you, getting closer to you. “I don’t know actually. Kells and I talked about the interview I made yesterday, especially about the part in which I said that sometimes I was happy with the idea he was surrounded by girls throwing themselves at him and that I was sometimes scared he would cheat on me and since then, I can see something is up.” “We saw that when he came this morning and he say he didn’t want to talk about it but then he was as he always is during the whole day.” Rook told you which got you confused. What was going on you thought to yourself. He wasn’t answering his phone and you didn’t know where to look for. You stay a while with the guys, just in case, when you got a text from Colson.

Babe ❤️: “Sorry, I had a busy day. Meet me at the house please.”

“I’m on my way.”

You told the guys about the message and told them that you were leaving, and they all gave you an amused look, which you didn’t understand and you wasn’t about to try to since you only wanted to see Colson.

Once you arrived, you opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. It was odd since his car was parked in front of the house. You walked in anyway and saw some candles lighted up here and there. You were confused and walked kept walking and you saw a bunch of candles around the pool and there he was, standing with a bouquet of red and white roses in his hands. It was not the night yet but close to it, which gave the sky a dark orange and blue color which added beauty to the moment. Some petals were scattered on the floor. You walked toward him in complete awe. When you were standing in front of him, you started talking.

“What is all that for?” You looked around you, still surprised with everything. “I made this up for you. I hope you like it.” He asked, handed you the bouquet which you took, and smelt the perfume of the roses. “Of course, I do! It’s amazing! Thank you so much Kells.” You replied, kissing and hugging him.

“Wait, the guys knew about this right?” You asked putting the pieces together.

“They did.”

“Of course.” You replied with a giggle.

“I know that I’ve been pretty busy lately and your interview made me realized that I don’t enough show you how much I’m grateful for you and how happy and in love I am with you.” You put your hand on his cheek.

“Hey, I’ve never doubt about it. I feel terribly bad that the interview had such an impact on you. I’m sorry Colson.”

“No, don’t be. I wish you would have talk to me about it but it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He replied, looking straight in your eyes.

“Well, I actually not always thinking about that, it’s not eating me up but since the topic was put on the table, it came back, and I let it go. But I promise that now on, I would let you know.” You said, kissing him passionately. “Well, now if you don’t mind, I’ll have to put your clothes. I think you have too much clothes on for the weather outside.” He said smirking at you. “I’m all yours.”

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