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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years ago

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Drabble Interest Check #1

So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards. But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing. Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point. Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))

Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?

Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.

Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue.

“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.

thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol

So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another. Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave. Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy. But I love it sksksk >;3 So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so? Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now. But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Tiny Treasure Shorts: Bunny Tantrum ❤️☁️

Paining: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, hybrid!AU, hybrid!Reader, human!Jungkook

Tags/warnings: Kookers be ignoring his bunny, bits of angst, bunny has thoughts about him not wanting her anymore bless her heart, thumping, bunny behavior, kook be kinda dense ngl, god he’s frustrating, thoughts of abandonment, but nothing drastic lol

Summary: it’s one thing to have friends over. It’s another to ignore your little bunny when she’s right there. And it’s a huge thing to not even realize what you did wrong.

You like to think of yourself as not too clingy.

Of course, since he's your owner and you love him lots, you want to be close to him at all times if that was possible- but you also had a human brain, and common sense. Of course there were times you had to be alone. For example; whenever he's working, you always make sure to stay extra quiet. He needs to concentrate after all- so if you ever visit him in his makeshift office in his apartment, you tend to simply take a nap; the almost rhythmic typing sounds and gentle sighs here and there providing the perfect lullaby for you.

Jungkook likes to have you close during other times, however.

He has stated numerous times again and again that he would never think of you as clingy or that you were getting onto his nerves; more like the opposite. He enjoys having you follow him around the house, noticing how you watch him play video games, or have him talk to you about the most mundane of things. With Jungkook it never mattered if the conversation was deep and meaningful or not- simply exchanging some food for thought was enough.

And of course, he liked to keep you very close throughout the nights.

Now, at first, he had been a little worried. He's anything but a calm sleeper- he moves a lot and due to the size difference between the two of you, he was simply scared to roll you over at night. But eventually, the two of you had found a solution to it that satisfied you both equally. If he held you close during his sleep, he was less prone to shift and turn around as much. And at the same time, you got to cuddle him while sleeping. A win-win situation, really.

So why were you mad right now?

Well it was perfectly fine that he had his friends over. You understood that this was a rare occurance, and that you had only little to really input into the current game of CS:GO- hell, you barely learned the game mechanics yet. And it was fine that he only conversed with them, even after hours had passed.

What didn't sit right with you however was, when he had dismissed you when you had asked if you could go outside to get some snacks from the nearby grocery shop. It would've been okay if he had simply told you no. But that's not what he did; instead, he had waved you off like a bug flying too close to his face.

It felt demeaning, in a way. And it upset you.

And the worst was only to come. Because, naive as you were, you had at least thought that someone if not Jungkook himself would've heard you closing the bedroom door a little louder than usual.

But no one came. And you knew, in a way, the thoughts of him maybe really having gotten tired of your presence were nonsense; you knew for a fact that Jungkook loved you dearly. But that didn't help at all. Already, your brain had come up with scenes of you packing your bags, going back to Taehyungs place just to eventually occupy your old room at the shelter. It made your eyes sting- but you simple pulled your ears over them, as if to force yourself to shut them off.

Only after hours of you laying alone in the bedroom did Jungkook eventually join you in bed. As if nothing was off, he attempted to wrap his arms around you; but he got a reaction he never would've thought he'd get from you.

You pulled in your leg a little, just to kick out with a power that could only be described as anger. You were upset with him- visibly so. "Bunny?" He asked, genuinely confused by your behavior as he leaned over a little to catch a glimpse of your face. But you kicked out again, suddenly standing up before grabbing your blanket, and walking out towards the couch in the living room. It wouldn't provide a good nights rest- the couch way too drowned in too many scents by now, but it would do. You didn't want to be close to Jungkook right now, no matter the cost. "Bunny, no, whats wrong?" He asked, a slight whine to his voice as he squatted down close to your sitting form- your face turned away from him as your arms were crossed; entire body language showing him your stance of defense. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" He asks, and you huff. "Did I do something?" He dares to ask, and your foot hits the ground forcefully.

If you weren't so goddamn angry at him, he would've actually found the action cute.

"What did I do?" He asks, and again, your foot thumps the ground- tiny bunny tail wiggling in frustration as your ears are turned backwards. You're still not looking at him. "Bunny baby if you don't talk to me I can't-" He starts, but you don't let him finish.

"Oh, so now you want me to talk to you?" You ask bitterly, glossy eyes meeting his widely opened ones, and he genuinely hurts seeing the state you're in. You're clearly upset- and he really doesn't know what happened. "You didn't want my attention the entire day- so why now when everyone's gone? Am I like.. just a place-holder so you don't feel lonely?" You say, your voice breaking at the end because for some reason, saying it out loud actually makes you think about it more deeply. Because it seemed to actually make sense to you. Why else would he ignore you when his friends were over- but give his attention to you when you were alone with him? Were you just a toy for him?

"Baby no, no no no." He rambles out, and groans, as things suddenly click inside his brain. In hindsight he suddenly thinks about his actions more clearly- it makes sense that you're this distressed. After all, the way he had simply dismissed you like a fly unwanted had been uncalled for and absolutely stupid on his side. "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to do that.." He states, a whine now clearly lacing his voice as you still huff only in frustration, a single kick to the floor showing that you were maybe calming down- but still not okay with his behavior. "Bunny baby.. don't be mad please.." He softly begs, kneeling in front of you so he can rest his hands on your knees- his chin on top of them to catch a glimpse of your face.

"Do you even want me here.?" You softly ask, almost scared of his honest answer. This time he doesn't reply right away- but stands up, to sit on the couch next to you. He pulls you close, uncaring that your leg kicks out, an annoyed whimper escaping you. He holds you tightly however, rubbing his nose over the skin from the side of your jaw down to your shoulder. The affectionate gesture soothes you immensly- and you hate your stupid instincts for doing that to you.

"I'll always want you." He says, voice nowhere near playful or whiny. He's honest, raw, and wants you to understand him. "You're my.. everything. What I did was uncalled for- and I'm truly sorry." He states. "I know it doesn't justify my actions, but this is all still super new to me too.. I'm not used to having someone around twenty-four-seven." He says. "And before you say anything, no, I WANT you close. I want you around all the time." He squeezes you a little tighter once he notices you relax in his arms. "I'm so grateful you're here. I'll better myself. Promise." He says, and you nod after a while, turning in his embrace.

"Koo?" You question tiredly, and he hums a reply. You close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder as you speak your next words. "I'm tired." You say.

He chuckles. "Let's go to bed then?" He questions, and you nod.

"Will you make me pancake for breakfast?" You ask, as he picks you up, blanket and all, to carry you back into the bedroom.

"Anything you want, Bunny." He says, laying you down onto the mattress before climbing in as well, arms around your form as he sighs. "Anything you want.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #hybrid reader

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primalsouls · 4 years ago

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checkup

albedo x m! reader

⚠️ : none but let me know!

theme: general

note: albedo albedo albedo albedo. i just love albedo and want to write something more general because usually the fics i read tend to be too fluff or too angst and sometimes other fics tend to feel like a super slow. like, im not trying to read an eassy. 💀 jkjk lol anyway, enjoy, hope you like it! and thank you for reading! let me know what you think. :)

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Dragonspine was never in their bucket list of places to visit. It was deadly cold. Monsters roamed around. Even the Fatui were presented. [Y/N] was surprised how he managed to reached the campus set out by the Chief Alchemist further up the mountain. One would think he would camp out with the group based at the bottom of the mountain. He was a skilled swordman and his vision kept him warm throughout the difficult journey as best as it could. He did broke a sweat when fighting a few monsters but all that was important was his destination. Thus meeting Albedo, the genius Kreideprinz. [Y/N] was new to the Knight of Favonius, started back a few weeks ago. Today he was ordered by the Acting Grand Master to assist the Captain of the Investigation Team in one of his experiments. Or alternatively, Jean worried about the alchemist not taking care of himself and potentially risking failed experiments turn to unwanted results in Dragonspine and Mondstadt.

It was his order to check on the man. But, by the Archons, does he had to camp this far up. [Y/N] groaned when he reached a broken bridge. How was he going to get to the other side? Ah, right. Gliding. With a good running start, he could jump just high enough and glide his way to the other half of the fallen bridge with no added injuries. A flawless plan.

Not.

A scream left his lips when he jumped as best as he could after his run. No wonder he did terrible at mathematics. His calculations were off. And now, he was going to pump down to his end. Just to check on some big-time, smart guy. [Y/N] should had decline. But he wanted to prove himself. For what now? Prove he can see the light firsthand? What a joke. He reached out, his hand inches away from the other broken part of the bridge. He was so focus on reaching something to grab on he didn't hear his own scream leave his mouth nor the abrupted tug on his hand held by another. He came to his senses when he smacked against the wall under the brigde harshly, letting out a groan. [Y/N] looked up. [E/C] eyes met bright teal eyes. Such beautiful eyes. It felt like he was staring into emerald instead. They outshined the blues around Dragonspine. Like sun if the clouds ever go away.

"Are you only going to keep staring or help me pull you up?" He heard, the soothe voice snapping [Y/N] out of their thoughts. A blush bloomed on his face as he cleared his throat, using his other hand to keep himself firm in their hold.

"S-Sorry..." [Y/N] mumbled as he was pulled up. Solid, cold ground was what he felt right away. He looked over his shoulder, grimacing at the sight of the long fall he could had experienced first and last. Cursing the fall away, the knight turned back to his savior, about to thank them until he stopped himself. Upon closer look, his savior was... handsome. Their ashy light blonde hair reached below their shoulders, pulled back in a braided ponytail. It lookes adorable. Soft, even. It makes him want to run his fingers through it. Realizing he was staring again, [Y/N] cleared his throat as he shook his head, his blush increasing in color. Eyes darted to stare at the ground instead. "Uh, thank yo-you... Thank you for saving me back there." The knight said with a small smile, looking back his savior only to see them walk away already. "What?" [Y/N] sat there forzen, not believing what happened. He chuckled weakly, now pissed for the rude manner. "Hey, wait up!" He stood up from the ground, dusting himself off from any snow as he ran up to catch up to the mystery person. "You know, it's really rude to jusf walk away like that!" [Y/N] complained, slowing down as he came up to a campsite. His eyes widen a bit. There were bookshelves lined up again the walls of the cavern. Tables filled with written pages and materials. A small set of art supplies in one area and an crafting table by his side. Did his savior lived here? Wait, was this...?

"Are you the Captain of the Investigation Team, Albedo?" The knight said, walking up to the alchemist who simply nodded with no reply. He was focused on his work, [Y/N] could see that. "Oh okay..." He muttered underneath his breath, raising a brow. Well, here he was. The alchemist looked alright. There was no sight of any failed experiments. Mondstadt was good to stay for another day. But [Y/N] wasn't leaving yet. "My name is [F/N]. I was ordered by the Acting Grand Master to check on you... Which is why I'm here..." Albedo only gave a faint hum. What a conversationalist. "Okaaay..." The young man looked around. He couldn't just leave after what he just experienced. He was still shaky.

"Where are you from?" [Y/N] asked, attempting to make a conversation.

"Here and there." Albedo replied bluntly.

"What do you do?"

"This and that."

"You ever-"

"Now and then."

"Gosh, you're just full of information." [Y/N] grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And you're just full of interruptions." Albedo fired back, finally looking away from his work and turned to the knight. His expression was stoic but his beautiful emerald eyes held a hint of annoyance. His comment made the other man pouted and rolled his eyes. "You done your quest. Now, you may leave."

"What the-? Huh?" He couldn't believe it. He was being kicked out? Reasonable, actually. But still. What a rude alchemist. "Okay, look, I have to actually make sure you're okay and Jean said to stay for a few days before I return, anyway." [Y/N] explained. Albedo sighed softly, disinterested from the interaction. The knight clicked his tongue. "So, no, I'm not leaving." The knight huffed, head held high. Albedo hummed again, already looking back at his work. "Oh my- really?" [Y/N] shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He kept studying the area they were in, trying to locate any sort of self-care going on. There was a cook pot but the burned woods look as if it had went out hours ago. "How long had you been working?"

Albedo shrugged, papers being moved around in his area. [Y/N] sighed. He went to stand beside the table, inches away from him to not disturb his work. With the closeup, [Y/N] saw fainted dark circles under his eyes. He looked a little pale, too.

"Have you eaten at all? Rest?" He asked softly, a frown on his face. His gloved hands rest on his waist. [Y/N] looked like a parent scolding their child. Albedo shrugged again. The knight groaned, head tilted back. The lack of responses were starting to pissed him off. "I'll make you something." He grumbled, looking into his traveling bag as he walked over to the pot. Using his Pryo vision, he watched the flames come to alive once more. He pulled out pre-packaged ingredients he made himself before he set off.

Albedo's concentration was fully on his project but the smell of a delicious meal wandered around his nose. It pulled him out of his priority. The scent made his stomach growled. The Geo user stopped what he was doing and turned around. His eyes spotted the knight crouched down beside the pot, stirring around the contents it cooked. The flames illuminated the small cave, the knight's face glowed from it. Hair swayed back, half-lidded eyes stared boredly at the pot. Soft lips pressed into a thin line. It was a pretty sight. A perfect picture. A gorgeous paint on a canvas. His canvas. The scenery needed to be painted in his canvas.

[Y/N] heard movements behind him but he didn't bother to look up. He figured the alchemist was still all over his experiments. Behind his back, Albedo set up his easel, an 18x24 canvas rest nicely on it. His paints, brushes, and palette laid beside him on a stool with a cup of water on it as well. He began to sketch out the sight, a concentrated frown on his face.

"Hmm... I think it's done." [Y/N] muttered to himself, smiling a bit at the cooked stew he made. He was about to get up but a shout stopped him.

"Don't move! I'm not done yet." He heard the alchemist. The Pyro user blinked, confusion written over his face. "Not done..." Albedo continued, his hand moving a brush around. [Y/N] swallowed, wondering what he was doing.

"Why can't I move?" He asked, still in the position.

"Because I'm not finish."

"Finish with what?"

"The painting... It's not finished..." Albedo trailed off, focusing more on the canvas. [Y/N] was dumbfounded. Ah, right. The alchemist had a set of art supplies. But why could he be painting? Was he painting him? He was just sitting around the cook pot, nothing else. What did he capture in his mind to had the urge to paint? So much questions ran through his head and his face rest back to how it was when the knight stared at the pot. Just what Albedo needed to complete his new piece.

Half an hour passed and the flames were small. the pot was sat beside it. No need to have burnt food. [Y/N]'s legs were starting to cramp.

"Are you do-"

"Done." Albedo finished for him, stepping back from his canvas. [Y/N] sighed in relief as he stood up and stretched his limps out, hearing a few joints popped. Surely didn't sounded good but felt good. He walked over to Albedo.

"Can I see, please?" He asked, tilting his head. Albedo stared at the canvas before shifting his eyes over to the knight. He suddenly felt flustered. What a foreign feeling. It was he was embarrassed. He was not embarrassed. His face felt warmed. Was he blushing? What was going on? [Y/N] waited for an answer, raising a brow as he sent a charming smile his way. Why did such a gesture made his chest tightened but in a good way? Like something fluttered inside him. Was his heart beat increasing? Impossible. Feelings were unfamiliar to him. So, why was he experiencing them right now? "Albedo..." His name rolled out of his mouth. It sounded perfect. Did he just noticed it?

"It's not finished..." Albedo replied quickly, throwing [Y/N] off guard.

"But you said-"

"It's not finished." Albedo repeated, clearing his throat. The knight nodded slowly.

"Okaay..." [Y/N] mumbled, looking back at the pot. "Ah, well, dinner is ready. C'mon, let's eat." He said, walking back at the pot to begin serving the meal for both. Albedo watched him, lips parted slightly. His teal eyes moved back to the canvas. Finished. It was finished. He just... didn't want to show the knight but why? It was beautifully painted. A pretty piece. The look he captured from the knight painted there. Admirable.

"Are you coming or what?" [Y/N] called out, already setting the other table for them to eat at. Albedo blinked and nodded a second later. He placed his brush and palette down, taking his gloves off as he made his way over. There they sat. In complete silence. It wasn't awkward, fortunately. It was comfortable atmosphere. No need to exchange words. Albedo seem to like that. Perhaps Jean did a good thing to sent someone out. It felt nice to have company over for once.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #x reader #x male reader #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #albedo x male reader #primal writes

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narrators-journal · 4 years ago

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The final step

This is it boys! The final part! After this, I have no other fic to post, so I’ll probably return to original work or silence lol. But! I’ll try to post what I can to feed ya’ll content!

cw: descriptions of murder, Hint o’ Hisoka, reader’s pregnant

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi spent a while helping you pack before the butlers he'd requested showed up, than he returned to his home across the street to pack up as well. After all, with you now on the track to marry him, he would no longer need the home. Though, maybe we could keep it, and use it as something of a vacation spot to escape mother's unrelenting nagging. He mused.

While he was shoving his clothes into his bag and mulling over that option, he spoke to said mother, or, more-so half listened to Kikyo squeal and giggle in pure delight at the news of your pregnancy. "Mother, please refrain from shrieking in my ear," he said when his excitable mother had to stop for breath, "I'm sorry dear, but this is such good news! Your father and I were hoping this woman would prove to be a good wife, and while I will say it's a little soon for a baby, this is good news nonetheless!" She squealed, making the assassin huff, "I know, I should've waited until after I'd married her to consummate," Kikyo about blew a raspberry at his words, making him blink, "Illumi, we don't care if you decide to have sex before you get married. My only concern is that this woman isn't the right one for you." she said, "Your father would prefer that you choose a woman a bit more suited for our line of work, but if she's really as submissive as you described, I'm sure she'll be a fine addition to the family. Oh! And I'm sure your child will be absolutely adorable! I can't wait to put little booties on them, and absolutely dote on them like you no longer let me do-" "Mother," Illumi said, though his mother knew despite his monotone voice that he was annoyed. "Well, you don't." she sniffed before changing the subject. "Anyway, when are you bringing her home? I want to meet her already!" she said, going into a bit of a rant over his failure to even show Kikyo a picture of you, but her son was no longer listening. Instead, Illumi's attention was turned to his surroundings, his senses on high alert from the waves of malicious intent he felt so suddenly from the direction of your home. "Mother, was Hisoka released?" Illumi asked, his mother's voice dying at the palpable tension coming through the phone, "I believe so? Your grandfather was apparently sick of the creep, so he had him thrown out." she offered a second before Illumi hung up. In a flash, the assassin was across the street at your home, his needles at the ready. As soon as he set foot in the house, the assassin was greeted with the familiar scent of blood hanging in the air like a heavy blanket and a silence that ate at his nerves. Your home was quiet. too quiet. It about drove the assassin insane with the possible reasons behind the lack of life. Of course, the butlers that were tasked with helping you pack your clothes were dead, so that helped to explain the stifling quiet, but the sight of the help mercilessly slaughtered didn't justify the way Illumi's heart raced and a strange feeling gripped at his throat until he felt he couldn't breathe. The only time that feeling seemed to finally leave, only to be replaced with wrath, was when the casually dressed assassin slipped into your bathroom, his needles poised to be thrown, and he was met with the one person he didn't want to see inside of your home. "Hisoka." he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing and his aura reflecting the heated rage that boiled his blood at the sight of the brightly colored magician, who turned to look at him lazily, frowning as if the soulless man was as equally unwanted as the pink haired man was, "Before you maul me and get no answers, I didn't hurt your precious (y/n)." He assured, plucking one of his signature playing cards and licking the blood of a butler from it before continuing "I believe she crawled out of the bathroom window. So, I suggest you go get her back before you focus on me. Don't want her to get too far away now, do we?" The magician pouted, knowing damned well Illumi wouldn't bother with him after that news, which meant Illumi wouldn't be fighting him, yet. The assassin did, in fact, leave the magician at your house, going out instead to find you. If the help wasn't so fucking incompetent this would be a lot easier. He thought as he forced his wrathful aura into zetsu while he coldly rushed by the corpses and returned outside to prowl down the chilly streets of town, turning that edgy, strangling, anxiety feeling in his throat into energy to fuel his possessive hunt for his wife, his property. On the bright side of the situation though, you were nothing compared to the dark-haired predator, so he had that to cool his unhinged emotions before running into you. You were a recluse, you likely didn't know your way around town that well, so your trail was pretty obvious. In times of life threatening danger, people, more-so women, usually went to crowded areas after all, and you didn't know of many places that would offer help, so you were likely going to head to your grocery store. Knowing that, Illumi was able to get ahead of you, scooping you up before you could slow from a mad dash fuelled by mortal terror to a speed at which you could avoid slamming into the hunter's chest. "(y/n)," he growled, shaking you once, firmly, to put a stop to your flailing and squirming, "I am this close to jamming one of my needles into your brain. STOP IT." He ordered, the force of slightly panicked rage in his words making you freeze and stare up in terror at him with your wide (e/c) eyes. For a few seconds you stared at one another, your form squished to his in an inescapable grip while his soulless eyes glared down at you until you finally burst into tears. "Please! Just let me go!" You plead, your voice quivering with barely restrained sobs, so he took a deep breath and ran his thumb down your already tear-stained cheek, "Why would I do that? I'm only trying to keep you and our baby safe." he reminded you, but you shook your head vigorously, making bits of your (h/l), (h/c) hair stick to your face, "You're scaring me! Please let me go, I'm begging you Illumi." you cried, trying to shake his comforting hug off, "I thought you loved me," he said, not releasing you even when your upset tantrum stuttered to a stop. For a moment, you seemed conflicted, but than closed your eyes and tried to kick him to no avail, "I...I don't know anymore. You've...become so scary recently, I have to p-put my own well being ahead of any shallow attraction." you sniffled, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He brushed a strand of hair from your (s/c) face as you shook against him "(y/n), I would never do anything to harm you or our baby unless you force me to. Just behave and act like you did before figuring out you were pregnant, everything will be okay." he assured, making his voice as comforting, soft, and loving as he could manage to try and sooth you. Thankfully, he could see the fear and rebellion in your (e/c) eyes dim, returning to their usual, gorgeously submissive state. After that, you only gave one final attempt at escaping his arms before finally giving up. "Good girl, (y/n). Now, let's go home. My mother is about to implode in her excitement to meet you." After that, Illumi returned to the house he had bought for his bag of clothes, then made a beeline for the Zoldyck estate. On the trip there, the long haired assassin tried to make you happy, providing you food, comfortable places to sleep when need-be, and finding you little gifts related to your hobbies to try and entertain and make you smile. He could tell that you were still uncomfortable with him, but you slowly began to warm back up to him when your human need for companionship demanded it. However, the one thing he couldn't save you from or prepare you for, was Kikyo. The woman about tackled Illumi when he pushed open the testing gates, but as soon as you were through and safely on Zoldyck land with your husband protectively at your side, his mother began her fussing. "She looks so ill! Illumi, did you make sure she's physically healthy?" "She's not much to look at, maybe if she tried more make-up and clothes that fit her better?" "Illumi, where are her things? Did you just snatch her up off of the street while she was pregnant?!" The only thing that saved you and Illumi from his mother's judgements and chiding was a firm look from his father, Silva, who was making a rare appearance to greet you in a much calmer manner. "To answer your questions, I will get the family doctor to look her over, and her things had to be left. A threat came up and I needed to bring her here before harm befell her, so I will need to buy her new clothes." The dead eyed assassin assured his mother, who obviously had more hen pecking to do, but she refrained under the stern look of her husband. After that, Illumi got you nicely settled in to his bedroom, and while you did put up some more of a fight over staying there, you mostly accepted your role as his wife-to-be and mother of his child rather easily. He knew you were simply acting out from your hormones and the stress of your situation, so he did his best to keep his temper with you. "It'll be okay (y/n), once you get comfortable here, we'll be happy." Illumi soothed one night after one of your bouts of sobbing and fighting to escape while he sat, cross-legged with you in his lap and his hands rubbing your belly. You weren't showing much yet, but it still pleased him greatly to now have his wife and child safely at home. That's right, he thought, letting a rare smile spread across his usually unreadable face, you're home now, (y/n)...

#Illumi #yandere illumi x reader #x reader #yandere #hisoka #hxh #hunter x hunter #part 12 #quotev #fanfiction

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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“Thank you for not giving up three years ago.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.7K

a/n: I’m not even gonna lie, lovelies, this is a bit of a mess lol. But it’s hectic and so is moving into a new place, so I guess it’s fitting? This takes place pretty much where “Wherever we go, we’ll be home” left off. Hobi and Petal/reader are moved in to their new place but they are far from unpacked and yeah. It’s random but I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

(brief moments of kookie and poopsie in here as well.)

p.s. holy shit this is the last fic of the two-week uploads for each member?! What the fuck?? Thanks to everyone who rode this out with and waited for every fic and supported me throughout and ugh I just love you all so much. Thank you, lovelies <3

TAKING a moment to scan the piles of boxes scattered across the mostly unfurnished apartment, you lifted one of the box flaps before pulling a face of disgust, flipping it back shut. If only the cardboard cubes could unpack themselves.

“You look overwhelmed,” your boyfriend suddenly spoke just moments before his arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders. A kiss was pressed to your cheek bone as you turned to look at him, the man quickly pushing his lips to yours as you turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his waist.

“I think I have too many things,” you thought out loud, Hoseok smiling softly as he shook his head.

“Nah, you just have a lot of things,” he teased, you giggling as you pressed your lips to his once more.

“Remind me, why did we decide to do this to ourselves?” You jokingly complained about the task of unpacking and moving in.

“Mmm,” he hummed in thought. “I think it has something to do with you being obsessed with me and wanting me around all the time,” he smirked.

“Ohhh,” you responded, dragging the word out as you nodded. “Right,” you noted in an unconvinced tone. “Something like that,” you agreed, Hoseok giggling as he pecked your lips a few times quickly.

“We just about have it all unloaded, Jungkook should be able to haul the rest of it up,” he informed you, your eyes widening in surprise, though your response was contained to a simple nod. “I’m gonna go down and check on everything,” he told you, placing a sweet kiss to your nose before stepping away, you allowing him to slip out of your embrace as you watched him leave.

Moving may be an overwhelming task but goddamn that man made it all worth it. Looking around the apartment, with your mind stuck on Hoseok, you decided indefinitely that you would move a million times for him.

Having decided together to replace most of your old furniture with new stuff you picked out together, the space was rather empty, the carboard boxes being the only things filling the room. To make the living area feel more like home, more like you and Hoseok, you were hit with the sudden desire to set out a photo. One particular photo. The first photo you two had ever taken together, which was on your first date at a carnival. Searching the boxes, you tried to find the one that was labeled with ‘picture frames’.

Wandering around the entire living area, you couldn’t seem to find the box anywhere. “Well fuck,” you sighed to yourself, a sudden giggle sounding to the side of the room, your eyes darting to find Jungkook smiling in amusement.

“All good?” He asked, you nodding with a faint smile.

“Have you seen a box with the words ‘picture frames’ on it?” You asked, the man squinting as he thought to himself.

“Uh, no,” he concluded apologetically, still carrying the box in his arms that looked increasingly heavy. “I’m assuming it has picture frames in it,” he smirked, you widening your eyes to feign impression.

“How did you kn-”

“Kookie, are you carrying dishes right now?” Jin’s girlfriend asked him as she stepped into the room from another area of the apartment. Jungkook looked at her with a guilty smile making you giggle lightly. Apparently, he and his accomplice Taehyung had broken almost all of her dishes when helping her to move into her new apartment a few years ago and she was making it her mission to keep the same thing from happening to your own kitchenware.

“Have you been in here this whole time?” You asked her in confusion, the girl looking at you with a serious expression.

“Yeah? You and Hobi are cute,” she noted nonchalantly, you staring at her in disbelief. “I banned you from carrying those,” she reminded Jungkook, the man shooting her a mischievous grin as he walked to the kitchen to place the box on the counter gently.

“I’m redeeming myself,” he informed her before gesturing to the untainted box with a wave of his arm. “Consider me redeemed,” he joked, you lightly chuckling as you looked back to the room, searching for that one specific box among the disarray.

“Is there more to bring up?” The girl asked, you looking back to them to see Jungkook shake his head.

“No, that should be it,” he noted. “Pretty much everyone is gone already. And when I left them your freak and my weirdo were stealing the moving truck keys from Yoongi and threatening to drop it back off at the garage themselves,” he giggled, Jin’s girlfriend smiling as she shook her head.

“Why are they like this?” She asked as you laughed lightly at the thought of them tossing the keys over Yoongi’s head, including him in unwanted game of monkey in the middle.

“Is Hobi down there?” You asked Jungkook, the man shaking his head.

“He went to get you guys dinner,” he informed you, you pulling your eyebrows together in perplexity.

“He did?” You questioned. “We should be buying you all dinner,” you told them guiltily, feeling bad that they had used up most of their day helping you and Hoseok to move. However, both of your friends instantly shook their heads as they started negating your comment in a back and forth that would have seemed rehearsed if you didn’t know better.

“Absolutely not,” the girl told you.

“That’s ridiculous,” Jungkook spoke.

“You already bought lunch,” she said.

“Don’t be silly,” Jungkook finished.

Smiling in amusement at the two, you rolled your eyes. “Ok, well Hobi and I are having you over for dinner soon,” you reminded them as they began making their way to your new front door. “As soon as this place is put together,” you gestured to the mess of yours and Hoseok’s belongings.

“Looking forward to it,” the girl said sweetly as they prepared to exit the apartment. “You’re sure you don’t need help with anything else?” She asked, you shaking your head as you shooed them out.

“You’ve done enough, just go and enjoy your evening.” Looking to Jungkook, you found him smirking, making you eye him skeptically.

“Your dishes should be in good shape, I only dropped them once,” he joked, you instantly laughing at him as Jin’s girlfriend groaned.

“Jungkook,” she warned as he began jogging down the hallway away from her, an adorable but bratty giggle leaving his lips. “Oh, that picture frame box is in your guys’ bedroom,” she informed you, and maybe you should have been surprised by her random intuition and knowledge, but you’d known the girl long enough to know not to question her. Without another word she began running after Jungkook, leaving you as you called out one last thank you.

Shutting the door, you smiled to yourself, a sincere sense of gratitude and happiness settling in as you took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. This was your home. You lived with Hoseok. This was your life.

Hauling a bag stuffed full of blankets, you made your way to the living room as the front door opened, Hoseok stepping inside, his hands full with a pizza box and a… fish bowl?

Cocking your head at him, you set the bag and blanket you pulled out on the floor before slowly walking toward him.

“Petal,” he greeted cheerfully, “I’m home! With food,” he added, nodding his chin down toward the pizza box. “Whoah, home,” he realized the words he spoke as he looked around the room, his eyes landing on you, his gaze full of love and contentment.

“Uh, are we having fish with our pizza?” You asked jokingly, though the man appeared lost in thought as he stared at you fondly.

“I can’t believe we live here together,” he spoke softly, your lips curving up at how cute he was.

“Hoseok,” you called out to pull him from his thoughts, his eyes widening to show his responsiveness. “The fish.”

Your boyfriend followed your gaze downward to the fish bowl with a little gold fish swimming around it. Chuckling at himself, a bashful glow meeting his cheeks, he nodded at it for you to take off the pizza box.

“Well,” he started, you stifling a smile as you held the bowl in your hands in front of your face, looking at the little fish swimming around energetically. “It’s your housewarming gift,” he told you, an endeared laugh leaving your lips.

“You got me another fish?” You asked, cooing at how fucking cute he was. The combination of his disbelief over the new state of your relationship and living arrangement, along with getting you a new pet goldfish had you wanting to reach out and pepper kisses all across his face.

“I just thought, you know, you loved Luna,” he explained shyly. “I don’t know, a new home, new family member,” he shrugged, you pouting at him as you peered at him from around the fish bowl.

“I did love Luna,” you told him, the man smiling more fondly than ever at you. He won you a fish in a carnival game during that damn first date and it ended up being your flat mate for a year before its eventual passing. You smiled shyly as you thought back to day Hobi came over to visit you only to find you crying at the discovery that your little fish Luna had died while you were at class.

“Why are you so thoughtful?” You asked him, walking to the kitchen counter to set the fish tank down, bending down to continue looking inside the tank. Setting the pizza box on the counterspace next to the fish bowl, Hoseok crouched down with you, both of you peering at the new ‘family member’. So fucking cute.

“What are you thinking for a name?” He asked, you turning toward him as you smiled.

“Maybe,” you thought for a moment, “Yue? Like in Avatar,” you suggested, referring to the princess who sacrificed her life, becoming the spirit of the moon. Looking back to the fish, your boyfriend continued staring at you lovingly.

Leaning toward you, he left a kiss to your cheek, you leaning into the simple gesture of affection. “Is that paying homage to Luna?” He asked, you smiling without looking at him as you stood up, Hoseok looking up at you for a moment. “God, you’re fucking cute,” he told you.

Standing up straight, he grabbed your face between his hands gently, bringing his lips to yours as he kissed you sweetly, the touch lingering as he pulled away. Clasping your hands over his wrists, you ensured he didn’t move his hands away from your face as you looked at him fondly.

“Thank you for this,” you pouted. “I love it,” you referred to the fish. “And you,” you informed him, Hoseok leaning forward once more to kiss your lips slowly and sweetly. “You know, I got you a housewarming present too,” you told him, piquing the man’s interest as his eyes widened. “It’s a bit different than this though,” you gestured to the fish, Hoseok smiling in amusement. Pulling his hands from your face, you left a sweet kiss to the inside of one of his wrists before leaving him to go to the bedroom to retrieve your gift. “We can eat on the rollout mattress,” you called out as you disappeared momentarily into the the bedroom, Hoseok’s eyes landing on the living room floor where you had set out a sleeping pad.

By the time you reentered the living room, Hoseok was seated on the mattress with the box of pizza, his gaze directed to the side of the temporary bed where you had placed the framed photo of you both on your first date. His eyes slowly left the picture to look at you standing a few feet away with a bottle of champagne in one and and a gift bag in the other.

“I figured we should celebrate,” you smiled, Hoseok chuckling as he nodded. “I don’t know where our champagne flutes are, but we can just drink it from the bottle,” you decided as you admired your boyfriend’s stunning smile.

Gesturing to the picture frame sitting on the hardwood floor, he beamed at you. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asked you, you smiling with a nod.

“Yes, Sunshine,” you confirmed, “I do know.” Holding his hands out to gesture for you to join him on the mattress, you handed him the bag. He raised it to his eye level, curious of its contents.

“Good,” he said simply, lowering the gift to the mattress. “Also, this set up is cute, it feels like a sleepover,” he added, you giggling fondly at the comment. “Except we live here,” he realized once again, both of you smiling excitedly over the fact that you actually lived together.

“Your family is dropping Mickey off tomorrow, right?” You asked suddenly, the man nodding as you took the hand he offered you, allowing him to help you onto your knees, you kneeling next to him. “Good, I miss him,” you said, Hoseok smiling widely.

“I know, me too,” he agreed. “Do you want me to open this?” He asked you, gesturing to the bag, you humming in confirmation. The man wasted no time in pulling the tissue paper out of the way, reaching inside to feel the soft, sheer material. Cocking his head, he lifted his hand out of the bag, the brand-new lingerie set slowly appearing as he held it between his fingertips.

“Oh,” he breathed out, his eyes glued to the pretty white material, embroidered with flowers, the set a lot cuter and daintier than your typical choice. “My god.”

“I thought we could break the place in,” you told him softly before biting your bottom lip.

“This is different,” he noted dumbly, pointing out the stray in your typical choice of sexy undergarments.

“I know,” you smiled. “I thought you’d like it,” you noted, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, causing you to giggle as you kissed his cheek.

“Do you want to eat first?” You teasingly asked, the man giving you an incredulous look as he shoved the pizza box off the mattress until it landed on the wooden floorboards, you laughing as he then rolled atop you, kissing you deeply. Your fingers found themselves tangled up in Hobi’s hair as you kissed him back passionately.

The lingerie didn’t even touch your skin that night, both of you too eager and excited and so fucking in love to bother with getting all dressed up. But each round was perfect as you made love throughout the apartment, taking pizza and champagne breaks between climaxes. And the beautiful thing was that you had endless opportunities to wear that lingerie for Hoseok. Because you actually lived together.

You had a lifetime of possibilities together. Without a single doubt in your mind, you knew moving in together at that exact point in time was the right move to make in your relationship. Three years earlier, you would never have believed a single soul who told you that you would be living with Hoseok. But there you were, celebrating your new home with him, the love of your life, feeling beyond thankful for him and his persistence three years prior.

Exhausted on the rollout mattress, bottle of champagne pressed to your lips as you eyed Hoseok’s nude form, glistening with the sweat of several rounds with you, you chuckled to yourself. The man’s eyes found your own, his hand moving to take the bottle from you.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked fondly before bringing the bottle to his own mouth.

Shaking your head, you moved to straddle the man, his free hand easily wrapping around your lower back. “Just thinking,” you told him just before placing a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you for not giving up three years ago,” you told him, Hobi’s lips slowly curving up into a fond grin.

“Well,” he chuckled bashfully. “The displeasure’s been mine,” he teased, you scrunching your nose as you took the bottle from him again. “You’re still mean, but fuck, I love you,” he playfully told you.

Taking a drink from the bottle, you nodded. “And you’re still obnoxious, but I love you too,” you replied. “So much, Sunshine.”

A lifetime of possibilities with Hoseok was something you’d never take for granted, and you would forever be thanking him for winning you over; for allowing you to fall in love with him.

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stanknotstark · 3 years ago

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Astral Pt. 15.1 (Loki x Reader)

So like I thought of Loki eating a marshmallow for the first time and planned it out a little bit like a week or a week and a half ago and very recently before i could write anything I saw a tiktok with the same idea and it made me feel scared and happy at the same time 😂 anyways i got my packing done so i had time to write! It was easy since there was no plot! However I hope you guys realize that all the .1s are never planned....like i literally wake up that day, look at a blank post, and think hmm today i shall do this! LOL

It’s one day before you head out to track down Madonna when you finally break.

Luckily it’s only Loki around to see it but still you’re a little embarrassed.

“Why is the magic so hard to control!” You scream throwing a big ball of energy into the open space of the training room. When it hits the wall the entire room shakes a bit then it goes silent. Loki doesn’t say anything just watches you and how you’re going to react now.

You stand there, haggardly breathing, your eyes closed tight, your hands fists at your side. As you rile yourself up more when you think of Madonna and Kang you don’t realize your magic is starting to flow around you in sparks and flares.

Loki calls out your name but you don’t hear it. What you do notice is Loki’s hands cupping your face. When you open your eyes you see Loki looking down at you but then you see your magic connecting with his body in random intervals. Every time your magic connects with him it leaves the place searing red, hot, and charred. You look up and see Loki wince when the magic reaches his skin.

You deflate, embarrassed and ashamed, and your magic that was uncontrolled disappears. You drop to your knees, breaking out of Loki’s grasp but Loki follows you down anyways. You sit on your knees, your face hidden in your hands as you try your best not to cry. Loki sits right in front of you on his knees too. He gives you a little time before he pries your hands from your face and makes you look at him.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, I want you to know it’s ok to cry.” Loki whispers to you, his eyes filled with nothing but affection.

You let out a sob, gasp, feel the tears that had welled in your eyes drop down your cheeks.

Loki pulls you into a hug and just sits there holding you as you let out your frustration all over his, now ruined, hoodie.

When you’ve let out everything you’ve been bottling you sniffle and pull from Loki’s hug. You quickly wipe at your eyes and nose and do nothing more than smear the unwanted liquids across your face. Then, you apologize.

“Nonsense.” Is all Loki says before magicking a handkerchief for you. You take it with a small thanks and actually clean off your face.

When you’re presentable Loki brings a hand up and caresses your jawline. “While it saddens me to see you cry, you’re very cute when you do.”

You let out a wobbly laugh at this statement, bringing a hand up to cover Loki’s hand on your jaw. “Men, I swear.” You smile at Loki as he smiles at you.

Loki drops his hand to his lap and gives you a questioning look. “Would you like to talk about what made you so...” Loki waves his hands around.

You look at the ground with a frown. “I just...I’m really frustrated with my magic right now, and it doesn’t help that we visit Madonna....My mother, tomorrow.”

Loki hums but lets you gather your words.

“I just...When Thor mentioned I might be adopted I had hoped he was right only so I could find my family and maybe they would actually want me, that I would belong somewhere in a family.” You sigh. “Then I found out my real mother is even worse than my fake mother and sent someone to kill me. She couldn’t even do the dirty work herself.” You say with a glare at the floor.

Loki brings a hand up and tilts your chin up to look at him. He stares deep into your eyes with a frown. “Have you not found a new family that loves and adores you?”

At this you frown but realize what he means and your face softens. “I didn’t even realize....” You softly say, a little guilty.

Loki gives a small smile. “While they are not blood, they have come to care for you better than any blood family will. It took me some time to realize this too. With Thor I resented him, pushed him out, but I’ve come to realize that while he may not be blood, he cares for me just as much.”

You nod at Loki who pulls his hand from your face and stands, then holds a hand out to you to help you stand. When you’re standing next to him he pulls you into his side and makes his way to the door with you.

“I’ve yet to try these so called marshmallows, I think now would be a perfect time.”

You gasp and look at Loki excited, breakdown completely forgotten.

“Oh my gosh, there’s so many new flavors, they originally started as vanilla but now you can find some with coconut shavings on them and you can find some in chocolate too!”

Loki smiles down as you childishly babble on about marshmallows.

By the time you both make it to the kitchen you and Loki are in a rousing discussion about whether the death penalty should be abolished. Considering the death penalty still applies in Asgard, Loki believes it shouldn’t be abolished. He says he believes it gives more incentive to not do something bad. You rebuke him and tell him that it didn’t stop him from what he did and that shuts Loki up fast. You smirk at having won this debate.

Loki leans against the counter and waits patiently as you search all the freaking cabinets for the marshmallows. As you search you question if you’ve ever even seen this much food outside of a grocery store.

Finally, you find a bag of the mega marshmallows and give a little whoop. You turn and throw the bag to Loki who catches it without issue and looks at the bag with something akin to disgust and curiosity.

“And you think I’m going to like these?” Loki says slowly.

You giggle. “Jus open it and try them!”

Loki follows your command and uses a dagger to open the bag prim and proper instead of tearing it like a normal mortal might.

When he reaches a hand in and touches the marshmallows for the first time you get giddy. His face softens and his eyes are like a puppies.

“They’re so soft...” He whispers.

You smile at Loki who shakes himself and pulls one out. He places the bag on the counter and then holds the marshmallow in front of him, eye level. He inspects it for a second then brings it to his nose and sniffs it. He lets out a noise of approval and bites into the fluffy thing.

You closely watch his face and recognize that he truly likes it but his face quickly changes to one of disgust as he chews on the marshmallow.

“It’s disgusting.” He states.

You smirk as you quickly move to grab the bag behind him on the counter. “Fine, I’ll give them to Thor then.” You turn and start to make your way to the door but Loki grabs your wrist.

“No, don’t you dare!” Loki yells.

You turn around and smirk at the god.

“So you like them then?” You ask, shaking the bag of marshmallows out of his reach.

Loki keeps a hold on your wrist but finishes off the rest of the marshmallow he still holds before he says, “I may approve of them, a bit.” Loki says with a look of defiance.

“Hmm not good enough.” You say giving a tug at Loki’s hold but not enough to break it.

“Yes. Yes, I like them!”

You now full on smile at the god and hand him the bag of marshmallows. The god hugs them to his chest like he’s protecting a baby and glares at you.

“Tell Thor to buy himself another bag, these are mine.” Loki says snootily.

You laugh but come up with an idea and make your way to the cabinets again. Loki quietly watches you while eating marshmallows.

When you’ve found a box of graham crackers and some Hershey’s chocolate you give a sound of happiness. Coming back to Loki you manage to steal one of his marshmallows and stick it on a fork. You place the graham crackers and a piece of chocolate on the counter and then look at Loki while holding the marshmallow up. Loki gives you a questionable look as he chews. You light a small ball of fire in your free hand and put it under the marshmallow and Loki looks on with great curiosity as the marshmallow expands a bit and becomes a little charred, melting.

You place the marshmallow on the cracker and chocolate and make it into a smores. Then you hand it to Loki who takes it without hesitation and takes a big bite into it.

As you look at Loki you feel the butterflies in your stomach act up. Loki stands there hugging a bag of marshmallows to his chest with his right arm. In his left hand is a messy smores dripping down his fingers. His mouth is covered with chocolate and melted marshmallow. You have half a mind to lick it off of him.

“Good?” Is all you ask.

Loki stops, looks at the smores, and glances to you.

“Quite messy but...” You raise a brow as Loki inspects the smores in his hand. “Yes, good.”

You nod satisfied and see Thor enter the kitchen.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered smores!”

“This is just the food for you Thor, it’s messy, just how you like to eat everything.” Loki says without barbs, more teasing.

Thor laughs, “Do not forget who left the table with squashed peas in his hair then refused to be bathed.”

You pique up at the mention of a good story, you’re sure, but the brothers don’t elaborate. Loki just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“At any rate, you’re going to have to buy more marshmallows these are mine.”

Thor looks at you with a small smile. “Loki has never been fond of sharing.”

“I share just fine with people I like!”

Thor purses his lips and squints then shakes his head a little. You laugh and look at Loki.

“I mean, he has a point, I don’t think I’ve seen you share with anyone but me.”

“That’s because I like you.” Loki says playfully indignant. At this he gives you his half eaten smores which you take and begin eating, as if trying to prove his point.

“Make sure to get messy, I’d like to lick the excess off your face, darling.”

You nearly choke on the bite you just took with a pitiful glance at Thor who just rolls his eyes and continues on into the kitchen.

“My brother is insatiable.” Thor says from somewhere behind you.

You swallow the bite you were choking on and slap Loki’s arm. Loki merely smiles down at you. You giggle a little while looking at Loki’s hoodie arm. He looks down and sees you’ve left smores on his arm when you slapped him. Before Loki can react Thor states, loudly, “No more food fights! Tony said the smell didn’t leave the room for hours even though the room was pristine!”

You pout and Loki stops the pout with his index finger. Then he leans down and gives you a kiss. As he kisses you you can literally feel the sticky residues mixing. This causes you too pull away with a frown.

“I can’t do this until we get clean, this is disgusting.”

“Yes, it is.” Thor supplies from his spot at the oven.

You laugh at Loki’s glare he sends Thor.

When you glance behind you at Thor you see he’s making spaghetti.

“When are you going to cook me something? That’s romantic.” You ask Loki before finishing the smores you have in your hand.

“Goes both ways, sweetheart.” Loki says.

You glare at Loki but realize it’s true and shrug. “Fair enough.” You say dropping the matter.

“I’m going to take a shower, no kisses till your face is clean!” You yell as you walk out of the kitchen and leave Loki there with Thor.

Pt. 15/Pt. 15.1/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @emelieh99 @high-functioning-lokipath @loveableasshole @mp0625

#astral #astral pt.15.1 #honestly why does everything cute happen in the kitchen for me #maybe it's because i love food LMAO #loki #loki x reader #reader insert #my writing #anyways ya on these parts i literally sit down and think of single sentences that i want to use #like this one was #“You don’t have to be strong all the time I want you to know it’s ok to cry.”#and i wrote the entire thing around that sentence XD #or like ill just think of some really cute moment to share with loki and write that and it turns into something like this #i write every idea i have down #on paper and my phone #just the other day i randomly woke up at 630 am and had an idea so i wrote it in my phone then went back to bed XDDD #anyways enjoy!#anyways after this im gonna get back into some angst we haven't had any in awhile and that's bothering me #like yes i want everything with loki to be perfect but that's not how reality works #there's always some bad with the good #i didn't beta read sorry btw

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Hotel Madness (JJ x Reader)

A/N: Another JJ fic, yes! Fun fact: JJ is my favorite character (along with Rafe too) and I think Rudy Pankow did an amazing job at portraying him in every single way. Like WOW, talk about acting skills. Anyways, this request is super cute and I tried to make it fluffy and sweet and everything. I loved the idea so much! Some of the fragments of this fic are short and some are long, but they are all part of the same story!!!!

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 5,930 (oops I got a little carried away with this one)

Request: Hey! I absolutely loved Slipping in and was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're a Pogue and work with JJ at the Hotel and them just having fun during their shifts and after or something?

Summary: Working with JJ at the hotel means a lot of inside jokes, laughs, and flirting. It means getting in trouble together and messing around in the kitchen. It also means some of the best memories ever. Some of the fragments of this fic are short and some are long, but they are all part of the same story!!!!

Warnings: FLUFF but also swearing, teenage recklessness and what not lol

HOTEL MADNESS

“JJ!” Mama L screamed out as your blond best friend stole a fry from the plate she was working on. Her wooden spoon came down to smack his hand, but he was too quick for the old chef. You giggled from where you stood, perched on the table next to Andrew, your other coworker.

JJ moved towards you grabbing your hand and helping you jump off the counter.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he told you, “Gotta head to our posts now.”

You frowned as you headed towards the restaurant area of the hotel. You smiled at the guests that were staying this weekend, your hands behind your back, and your uniform in place.

You had been working at the hotel with JJ for a while now. It was one of the few places in Kildare County that had good job offers for kids your age. The best part was that most of these jobs were easy. So you and JJ had applied together (you guys hated working alone as you thought it was boring) and surprisingly got the job. Ever since you had been having a lot more fun than what was intended from your bosses, and you got into a lot more trouble than intended, too.

You had known JJ your whole life. After all, you were friends before working together. It all began back in the fourth grade when you had first arrived at the Outer Banks. You were nervous about being the new kid, but JJ and John B had approached you out of pity. Soon enough you guys were friends, bonding over your love for surfing and getting in trouble.

As the years went by, nothing seemed to be able to keep you apart (except that one time when you didn’t speak to them for two days because they made a period joke). You would head out in John B’s boat along with his father and fish all day. Or you would go into the forest and try to climb a tree as high as you possibly could. Or, once you hit your teen years, you would throw parties together and have beer chugging contests. Whatever activity you were doing, JJ and John B were always by your side.

As you grew, Pope and Kie also joined the Pogues (that’s what you called your group). They were a bit less reckless than you, JJ, and John B, but they brought a lot to the group. For one, Pope was a lot smarter than you three. Granted, none of you were stupid, but you did tend to make rash decisions all the time (just ask sheriff Peterkin about it and she would pull out your very long transcripts). With Pope, these decisions seemed to become a bit less frequent. Kie was also smart. And she was a girl, which was a relief to you, as you couldn’t bare trying to have girl talk with JJ and John B.

“Gross!” they would exclaim. “We don’t want to know who you have a crush on right now!”

Boys.

The five of you were always together. There were a rare few occasions when one of you was missing (normally Kie or Pope helping their parents), but you guys were a family.

Lately, however, you were spending a lot of alone time with JJ. Not only because you had decided to work at the hotel together but because all of the other Pogues were unusually busy.

John B was normally hanging around a girl he had met which he still hadn’t introduced to the Pogues. Kie was also hanging around someone that wasn’t part of your tight-nit group (and you suspected it might be the girl she told you she had a crush on), while Pope was working hard on his scholarship. This meant that the only person available to follow through with your shenanigans and ideas was JJ. Which was fine, as he was always down for everything, no matter what it was.

The blond in question was standing next to you, cracking out jokes about the hotel guests under his breath. You were trying not to giggle at what he said in hopes of not gaining any unwanted attention. The last time you had laughed loudly at one of JJ’s jokes your boss had called both of you into his office and scolded you.

These times you shared with JJ were something you truly cherished now. Inside jokes had sprouted between you, and you felt as if you had never been closer. He even began to talk to you about his dad (which was a topic he usually avoided) on a regular basis, and you would tell him about your own problems.

Noticing an empty table at the end of the dining hall, you poked JJ and cocked your head towards it. Together you moved to the table and looked down at the plates.

“People are starving at the Cut but here they leave half of their food on the plate,” you mentioned to JJ softly.

Starving was something both of you were used to. Not eating a well-sized meal was something that happened every once in a while, and was the root of your needs for your current jobs.

JJ threw you a look as you both gathered the plates into your hands and moved towards the kitchen again. You dropped the plates at Andrew’s station, where he was going to throw the food away and wash the plates.

You both began to rush back outside into the dining hall but were stopped by Diana, the receptionist, who grabbed your arms and pushed you back into the kitchen.

“Whatever you think we did, it wasn’t us,” you stated, raising your hands in surrender.

Diana scoffed. “So you guys aren’t the ones that sneaked a rat into room 501?”

You gave JJ a wide-eyed look, knowing her suspicions about you were right. The woman that was staying in that room had been exceptionally rude to you the day before, and JJ had convinced you to get revenge.

JJ was an expert at lying and he quickly denied your actions. “No! We would never do that.”

Diana gave you a deadpanned look. You kept your mouth closed and your perfected poker face mask on (it had taken you years to make it as perfect as it was).

Diana sighed and muttered, “God, I hate my job.” Then she sighed and said, “Okay. we have no evidence to prove it wasn’t you, so you’re off the hook.”

You beamed at Diana, but truly you were smiling to yourself. You knew the hotel had no evidence. JJ had Pope hack into the security and deactivate the security cameras of the fifth building’s hallway.

“So we can get back to working now?” JJ inquired pointing towards the kitchen door. You could hear Mama L murmuring about you and JJ being misbehaved behind your back, as she knew all too well that you guys had escaped the consequences of your actions once again. Andrew was also stifling a laugh.

Diana shook her head. “We need you two to deliver the room services that were ordered. Can you do this without getting into any trouble?”

JJ raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, nodding.

“Bold of her to assume we get into trouble. It’s more like trouble chases us,” JJ laughed pulling out one of the kitchen’s carts from a supply closet. You took the tablecloths for the cart, laughing.

“J, you most definitely know that we always are getting in trouble.”

JJ just shrugged. “It’s still bold of her to assume.”

You laughed at this. He simply beamed at you and pressed a hand to your waist, signaling for you to load the cart and head out of the kitchen.

Once you were away from the eyes of your superiors, you hopped onto one end of the cart as JJ began to run around and hop onto his end as well. Laughing out loud and speeding around, you tried to hold onto all of the plates on the cart. Stopping before the doors that had ordered room service, you caught your breath before knocking.

After finishing all of the orders, JJ continued to push you around the halls of the building. Wind rushed by your ears as strands of hair fell from your ponytail. Suddenly, you tumbled off the cart as JJ pulled to a stop after turning around a sharp corner. While groaning in pain, he helped you up while apologizing to the hotel guest in front of you.

When you were standing you looked towards the guest you had almost crashed and apologized as well. The apology, however, got caught in your throat as you looked at the boy standing before you.

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “At least someone around here knows how to have fun.”

The boy was gorgeous, and both you and JJ let out a laugh at his statement. The guest was only looking at you though.

“Again, we’re really sorry. We should have been paying attention to where we were going,” you said once more.

Finally turning away from the boy and returning to the kitchen, JJ said, “That guy was totally trying to flirt with you.”

You froze. “You think so?”

JJ nodded. “Yeah, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was probably imagining you naked or something!”

You laughed. “Piss off, JJ.”

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The classic place to find you and JJ after finishing your shifts at the hotel was at the back of the building smoking a joint. It had become a tradition for you two to smoke some pot before heading towards the Chateau or your place.

Normally, the conversation that would flow between you would be a random topic that had sprung into your head that day. Sometimes they were about the plans you and JJ had with the rest of the Pogues. Sometimes they would be about the Kooks and plotting revenge on whatever they had done to your friends this time.

“I know, for sure, that if I was up to Rafe, one on one, I would win,” JJ exclaimed.

You pretended to think. You knew JJ could take Rafe, but you liked to mess around with him. “Hmmm, I don’t think you could. That boy is ripped.”

JJ raised his biceps and kissed them. “Not as ripped as me!”

“Whatever,” you laughed out. “Now Topper is someone you could definitely take on.”

“And Kelce too,” JJ said while nodding along with you. “And you could take on any of those Kook girls.”

“You bet,” you cheered, taking a drag from the hand-rolled joint.

You were seated on top of some crates that were stacked behind the hotel as JJ stood before you. He took the joint from your extended hands.

“You could probably fight them off better than Pope would,” JJ continued.

At this, you belted out a laugh.

JJ loved making you laugh. He had a thing for you and everyone seemed to know except for you. This ‘thing’ had been going on ever since he had met you, and there was no denying, to anyone, that you were his favorite person in the world.

Sometimes, when he would have a fight with his father, he would think of running away from Outer Banks. And for some reason, he would always include you in whatever his plans were. Whether they were going to Yucatán or heading to another state or just to the mainland. He couldn’t bear the thought of not being with you or of leaving you behind.

He would never admit it, but JJ truly thought you were his soulmate. Even before he had developed more than friendly feelings for you, he was sure you were a person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. You just clicked together, and your friendship made sense to everyone. He secretly hoped you thought this of him too and would spend many sleepless nights thinking of scenarios where you realized you were completely and utterly in love with him.��

“I would just need to watch out for their acrylic nails,” you continued talking. “Those things could pop one of my eyes out if I’m not careful.”

Giving you the joint JJ nodded before changing the topic. “So what are we doing tonight?”

You shrugged. The Pogues hadn’t planned anything to do together as a group.

“Come over to my place, J. We’ll have a sleepover!”

JJ gave you the joint so you could have the last taste of it. Once you were done you threw it onto the ground and stomped it out.

“I’m down. Only if I get to sleep with you on your bed.”

You laughed before pressing a hand to your chest and opening your mouth in shock. “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Maybank?”

“I’ll only say yes if it is working,” he responded, winking at you. Of course you knew he was joking. You had been having sleepovers since you were young, and you had always shared a bed.

You ran through the orderly streets of Figure Eight and then the run-down streets of the Cut. You walked up the pathway to your house, noticing that there still was no car in your driveway. It had been almost a month since the car hadn’t been there.

You stood frozen and JJ took your hand, pulling you into your house. He hadn’t spoken to you much about your father leaving, but he knew that it pained you.

Your father had left your house after he had been fighting with your mother. He had jumped into his car and he hadn’t returned. You had seen his car around the Cut a few times, which meant he was still on the island, but he was yet to return home.

Your mother had been crying herself to sleep for the first two weeks, but soon she had vacated the house as well. She hadn’t been home for a while, and you were sure she was probably on the streets at night waiting for men that had enough money to pay her price.

Your parents were clearly a sensitive topic.

Your good spirit had died down a little when you noticed you were in your room. JJ had let go of your hand and was in the bathroom down the hall. He was shocked to find you in the same spot he had left you.

“Do you want to talk?” he asked you gently. You shook your head. “Okay. Then we’ll just lay down for a while.”

He took your bag off your shoulder and set it down on the floor next to his, right at the foot of your dresser. He grabbed your hands and shoved some clothes into them, which you realized was one of his old shirts he had given you a long time ago and sweatpants. You took the clothes and headed towards the bathroom to change out of your work uniform. You knew JJ was probably changing into something more comfortable in your room.

When you got back you saw JJ laying on your bed with only a pair of basketball shorts on. You lay next to him silently and he wrapped one of his arms around you. You snuggled together as JJ threw the covers over your bodies, encasing you in much-needed heat. JJ kissed the top of your head gently as he rubbed circles into your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I will be,” you answered.

Trying to lighten the mood, JJ exclaimed, “Damn right, you will be.”

You giggled softly, grateful that JJ was always there for you through everything.

“Don’t let your parents get you down, Y/N,” JJ whispered after a few moments of silence. “You’re so much more than whatever shit they put you through.”

He felt you smile against the skin of his shoulder, and you were gladly inhaling his scent.

JJ was right. All you needed was your real family. And your parents did not fit into that mold.

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“Would you mind getting me a second serving of this?”

The old man before you had been sweet to you throughout his stay at the hotel. He had been giving you large tips and friendly smiles. JJ thought that the man was a pedophile and had just taken a liking towards you.

So, as you took the plate of the man and headed to the kitchen, you ignored the obscene gestures that were being made by the blond behind the old man’s back.

Once you arrived at the kitchen you left the plate at Andrew’s station (“Hey, Andrew.”), before repeating the man’s order to Mama L.

Right at that moment JJ burst through the door.

“What time is it?” JJ asked you. You fished your phone out of your pocket before telling him it was almost three in the afternoon. “Great. Only fifteen minutes left for our break.”

You nodded, going through your phone as you waited for Mama L to assemble the old man’s plate. Meanwhile, JJ wrapped his arms across your body, pressing himself into you and pressing you into the counter in front of you. He put his head in the crook between your neck and your shoulder and stared down at your phone. He read the text messages that had come from the Pogues stating that there was a kegger later that night.

“You wanna go?” JJ asked you softly. He knew how much of a party animal you were, but he also knew you weren’t always up for partying. And if you wouldn’t go, he wouldn’t go either. He needed his party partner there to actually have a good time.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You felt JJ smile as he pressed his lips to your temple. “Good, because I really have been wanting to get drunk.”

You let out a laugh as Mama L called you over with the finished plate in her hand. Grabbing that, you broke out of JJ’s arms and headed towards the dining hall.

Your coworkers watched as JJ followed you like a small puppy out of the kitchen.

Mama L sighed. “If those kids don’t get married…”

Andrew nodded from his place behind the sink. “Yeah, I know.”

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“Y/N, be quiet!” JJ called out from the other side of the room.

You and him were on a mission. You had heard a word from other members of the hotel staff that a celebrity was staying at the hotel. This obviously intrigued you and JJ, which caused both of you to concoct a plan. This consisted of figuring out which room this celebrity was staying at (done), stealing a room key that would get you into the room (done), and sneaking into the room (in process).

JJ had convinced you to steal some of this celebrity’s money with him. Which, looking back, was a terrible idea, but here you two were.

You had deactivated the security cameras of the hotel and had managed to sneak into the room with no problem. However, while being excited when seeing all of the designer clothes strewn across the room you had dropped a lamp from a table. This was causing JJ to promptly tell you to shut up.

JJ was fumbling with the drawers of the bedside table as you continued to snoop through the celebrity’s belongings.

Suddenly, you pulled out a long object and screeched.

JJ turned towards you to reprimand you but stopped once he saw the object in your hand.

“Oh, shit. Is that a vibrator?”

“Ew, ew, ew,” you let it go, watching it fall onto the floor.

A knock at the door made your eyes widen.

“Ms. Jones! Is everything okay?”

Your eyes darted between the door and JJ, before looking at the empty closet behind him. Tugging his arm, you pushed him into the closet and you followed inside, closing it after you.

Straining your ears to listen, you heard as the door of the room opened. In walked Diana with a maid, looking around the room.

“I’m sure I heard someone shriek from here!” Diana said while she looked across the room.

The maid shook her head as she, in the most respectful tone as possible, said, “I’m sure it had to be another room! Ms. Jones hasn’t been here all morning.”

“I know! Which is why I’m sure those Maybank and Y/L/N kids are here. They’re always wreaking havoc through the hotel.”

Diana sounded as if it was her dream to fire you and JJ. This caused you to almost let out a giggle. Luckily, JJ’s hand clasped around your mouth and pulled you into his chest so that your back was against it.

“Oh, they are lovely children, those two!” the maid exclaimed. “They are always bringing smiles to the guests!”

Diana shook her head and gave her a look of disbelief. “I don’t believe that at all.”

The maid kept talking as if she hadn’t heard Diana. “Oh, and everybody thinks they are such a lovely couple! Which they are, don’t you agree?”

Diana shook her head and continued to mutter, “I’m sure they’re here somewhere,” under her breath.

In the meantime, JJ’s heart was racing and trying to look at your reaction to what you had heard. More specifically, the part about being a couple.

You could feel his heart beating but had assumed it was due to the adrenaline of the moment, and not due to the fact that the maid had mentioned you were a couple. This thought made your hands sweat. You had imagined multiple times what it would be like to date JJ, but you didn’t truly think you had any feelings for JJ. Or did you? You knew the real answer to that question.

Diana kept looking around as the maid stood at the door, babbling on about some other members of the hotel staff that were nice. Diana simply ignored her, standing up from looking under the bed and turning towards the closet.

Looking through the small crack between the closet doors, you saw Diana approaching the closet. Your breathing got heavier. This was it, you were going to be fired.

JJ’s hand moved to cover your nose as well. Your breathing was going to be heard by the receptionist if she continued to come closer, which she was. However, and like a miracle, a scream that had sounded similar to the one you had let out some minutes ago came from outside the room. Diana turned towards the room door as the screaming continued.

“I think you should check on that,” the maid motioned with her finger towards the hallway. Diana sighed and nodded, leaving the closet untouched. You let out a sigh of relief as soon as JJ’s hands left your face.

Unmoving you both stood there catching your breaths. Out of nowhere, the door of the closet was pulled open by the maid that had been talking with Diana. You recognized her as Ms. Amy, a woman from the Cut that lived near you.

“You kids better run out of here before she comes back,” she scolded you and your best friend. JJ nodded, as you stayed still and shocked that she had known you were here. JJ grabbed your hand and tugged you to the door of the room. Before he could even touch the doorknob, Ms. Amy called out, stopping him.

“Oh, and do give me the key you stole to put it back in its place. We don’t want you getting in any trouble with Diana.”

JJ sheepishly dropped the key into Ms. Amy’s hand. Ms. Amy only smiled at the both of you as you left the room.

“I am never letting you convince me to do something like that ever again!” you exclaimed once near the kitchen.

JJ pretended to frown at you. “Not even if I ask nicely?” he pouted.

You laughed and shook your head, pushing the double-doors of the kitchen open.

You ran into the back, where your bags were set down in the staff room. You checked the time on your phone and noticed that your shift was over.

You took off your apron and grabbed your’s and JJ’s bags from the floor. Exiting the staff room into the kitchen you turned towards JJ who was talking with Andrew.

“C’mon, blondie,” you called to him by his nickname.

JJ hopped off the counter by Andrew’s station and said bye to him and to Mama L (of course, with a kiss on her cheek). Then he followed you out of the kitchen’s back door and out to the alleyway between two of the hotel buildings. You settled down at your usual smoking spot, waiting for JJ to pull out a joint from his backpack.

He pulled a little tin box from his bag and slipped a white, pre-rolled blunt from it. Then, putting the tin box back, he took his lighter, which was engraved with a double J, and placed the fire near the tip of the joint.

Breathing in, smoke filled his lungs. He passed the weed to you, which you grabbed and inhaled.

The nerves of almost getting caught were almost completely dissipated by now as an easy conversation began to flow between you and JJ. You soon reached the topic of the kegger you had gone to a couple of nights ago.

Passing him the joint, you ruffled his hair, and asked, “Who did you hook up with this time? Was it that Touron you were talking to?”

JJ shook his head trying to get away from your hands. His hair was probably awful now. “No,” he simply stated.

“Really?” you hummed, “I thought you did because you disappeared a while later.”

JJ shook his head, this time to answer you. “I was talking to Kie.”

This peaked your attention and curiosity. For some reason you felt jealous he was confiding with Kie and not with you. Before you could bring this up, however, he asked you, “What about you? Did you hook up with anyone?”

You laughed at the tone of voice he was using. “No, I didn’t.”

JJ frowned. You and him were similar in that way, always hooking up with people at parties.

“Why not?”

“No reason,” you replied. You had actually wanted to say, You.

*************************************************

As summer approached, the hotel had changed your’s and JJ’s position. Now you were working at the hotel bar, which meant khaki-colored shorts and white polos for your uniforms. The heat from outside was unbearable, and all you wanted to do was dip your feet in the pool.

Summer also meant that the hotel got filled with a lot more people your age than during the winter. Families on vacations and groups of young adults wanting to party on the east coast of the country were regulars, which meant that you were getting flirted with. A lot.

This made JJ’s blood boil. All he wanted was for those guys that approached you to leave you alone because you were supposed to be his. But that was the thing. Supposed.

Due to hotel policies, all of the waiters from the bar were allowed to have two drinks throughout the day for free. And JJ was just waiting for your break so that he could grab two drinks and head down to the hotel’s private beach with you.

After what seemed like hours JJ approached you with your drinks. You latched onto his hand, saying goodbye to the group of boys that had been talking to you, and headed towards the beach. JJ turned to witness the look of disappointment on the boys’ faces. He smiled to himself.

“You’re knocking them dead, tiger,” he said to you, which caused you to snort.

“No, I’m not.”

“You really are though. They’re all flirting with you.”

You just laughed as you sipped your drink away. JJ had chosen a strawberry juice for you, a mango juice for himself in his hands. You both took your sandals off your feet and dipped your feet into the ocean water, instantly feeling a lot cooler than before.

You let out a sound that was similar to a moan, grateful that the water was cold and brought you relief.

“Don’t make that sound,” JJ said, laughing. “It sounds like a moan!”

You opened your mouth, offended at what the blond had said. “Hey!”

JJ continued to laugh, dodging the hand you had thrown towards him in an attempt to punch his shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t mind hearing that during sex.”

“JJ!” you shrieked out. You splashed some ocean water onto him by raising your foot. He raised both of his hands in front of him, trying to block the water (which didn’t work). Then, he moved his hands even higher in a sign of defeat.

You secretly wished JJ had actually meant what he said. JJ secretly wished you had taken what he said seriously.

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The first kegger of the summer was always filled with people. This year was no different.

You had been dancing with Kie for the most part. A couple of Tourons you recognized as guests from the hotel had tried to ask you to dance, but you had denied all of them.

JJ had been staring at you from his post at the keg. He stood with John B and Pope, who surrounded him.

Everything was seemingly falling into place for the male Pogues. John B had broken up with the last girl he had been with (turns out she was a cheater) and Pope was all ready for his scholarship, which he needed to secure in an upcoming interview. Every one of them was happy, except for JJ. Wait, no - he was happy, but not as much as he could be. His longing eyes staring in your direction were enough proof of that.

“Dude,” John B said in an exasperated tone of voice. “Just tell her.”

Pope nodded along, saying, “I’m pretty sure she likes you back.”

JJ pretended not to know what they were talking about. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

John B groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as Pope just gave JJ a look while the blond turned towards them.

“Y/N,” Pope deadpanned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop being difficult, JJ,” John B snapped. “We all know you like her. And Kie said she’s pretty sure she likes you, too.”

“Really?” JJ inquired in an excited manner.

John B and Pope laughed. “We rest our case.”

JJ turned back to you, a smile dancing across his lips as he noticed you take Kie’s hand and spin her around.

He could do this. He was going to ask you to dance with him. It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before together, but it was the first part of the plan that was forming inside of his head.

He walked towards you, throwing a “See you later” to the other male Pogues over his shoulder. Mid-way through a spin you had spotted him and smiled. He was only about twenty feet away from you when a body covered his path. The large back he stared at blocked his view from you.

“Wanna dance?” a gruff voice said. JJ was about to step back and let you dance with the boy before you, until he was surprised to hear you say, “Sorry, I was just about to dance with someone else.”

Going around the boy, you took JJ’s hand and dragged him to where you were before with Kie. The brown-haired girl had disappeared, which left you alone with JJ.

You placed your hands around his neck as his went around your waist. You had danced before, so why was your heart pounding really hard this time?

You were moving to the rhythm of the music, swaying a bit and fooling around as people around you were grinding. You preferred your style of dancing. It was fun and lighthearted, just like you and JJ were.

After a couple of songs and a lot more physical contact than usual, you had both decided to head back to John B’s house as you were bored. You first stopped by the Pogues to inform them that you were leaving and to gather your bags you had discarded.

When you arrived at the Chateau you collapsed onto the hammock outside. On the chairs around it, there were a few of your discarded sweatshirts from other times you had been over there. Putting one of JJ’s on, you lay on the hammock and waited for JJ. When he was by your side you snuggled into him. He pulled out a joint from his pocket and held it between his ring-clad fingers.

You took it between your lips as JJ’s lighter was raised by its owner to the joint. You breathed in slowly and then let the smoke out.

You sighed in content as you placed your head on his chest.

“JJ, I love you,” you suddenly voiced out to the blond under you. He coughed a bit before saying, “Yeah, love you, too.”

You shook your head softly and finally accepted what you truly meant. It didn’t matter if he didn’t feel it back, but you just suddenly had to speak it out loud.

“No, JJ,” you softly spoke. “I’m in love with you.”

JJ tensed beneath you and you felt dread build up inside of you. Was he going to reject you or…?

You couldn’t complete your thought as the blond boy grabbed onto your face and pressed his lips into yours. You took his face into your hands as well and moved your mouth against his. It felt like heaven on Earth to kiss him this sweetly and softly. Your growing feelings for him exploded in confirmation as you realized that the person in front of you was the person you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life. JJ was it for you.

He tasted of mint and weed, but you were sure you tasted similar to him. He smelled like he always had smelled (freshly cut grass and like the ocean), but this time, as you inhaled a breath, you were intoxicated by it.

One of his hands moved to grip your waist and you moaned as, at the same time he squeezed your side, he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

When you pulled away your foreheads remained connected. Staring into each other’s eyes and smiling like idiots, you said, “I guess that is your way of saying ‘me too’?”

JJ nodded and pulled you into another kiss. It was just as intoxicating and thrilling as the first one.

The second time you pulled away, this time panting because of the more intense kiss, he spoke, “I’m in love with you, too. Ever since we took those goddamn jobs at the hotel.”

You grinned at him before burying your face into the crook of his neck. He felt the grin you were sporting pressed against his skin. JJ shivered at the feeling of having you in his arms, rubbing one hand up and down your back and the other one cradling your head.

The joint you had been sharing lay discarded between your bodies. Unlike the times at the hotel, you wanted to be completely sober now. This was what your hotel madness had been building up to. To you and JJ, together.

Mama L was going to be happy to hear about the new couple.

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aenwoedbeannaa · 5 years ago

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Talking to Horses | Geralt x Reader

Summary: You work at a small inn in a middle of nowhere village in Novigrad. Your job consists mostly of serving travelers – the only people that come to this god-forsaken place – but you manage to find a way to spend most of your time in the stables. One night, while you’re holed up there talking to your horse, a new stranger arrives; but you recognize him from the traveling bard, Jaskier’s, songs immediately – the famous Witcher, Geralt of Rivia.

Word Count: 2,533

Warnings: None; this is literally just the fluffiest fluff.

Notes: I promise I’ll get back to my series soon; but it’s been a busy week and I’m sad and right now I just want to write Geralt fluff lol.

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It is growing late, and you are still in the barn, as usual. You don’t mind, though. You much prefer it here than in the stuffy inn. No matter how rude the customer, their horses were always nice enough. You keep your own horse here, as well – a mare named Immi. She is a sweet little thing, though she's quite skittish and will do almost nothing without getting a treat first, but you don’t mind much. It is rare that you have the opportunity to travel, and the roads around your little village are safe enough.

You are surprised when Immi’s ears prick up slightly, the way that they do when a visitor approaches the stables. Of course, travelers came in at all hours of the day, but it wasn’t too often when one showed up extremely late at night. Relatively unbothered, you continue brushing her speckled fur, waiting for the loud crunch of the stablemaster’s boots on the ground. Honestly, no one could possibly walk as loudly as that man.

So, you are surprised when you hear the sound of approaching hooves and soft, barely perceptible footsteps. Curious, you peek your head out from the stall to see a white-haired stranger leading a horse gently by the reins. You’ve never seen him here before – but again, that is not unusual. Most people who pass through here once don’t have much reason to pass through again. It is a painfully boring town. What makes this one stand out, however, are the two swords slung across his back.

However, between the white hair and the two swords, the mysterious stranger suddenly becomes far less mysterious – at least as far as his identity goes. The chances of someone matching his exact description seem relatively unlikely. Even from a distance, you can tell that he is huge, all muscle. Hard to find any ordinary human who looks like that; doubly as hard to find any ordinary human who looks like that and happens to have long white hair and two swords on his back. So, you are pretty positive you are correct.

As he draws closer, you lean back on the open door to Immi’s stall, arms crossed across your chest and head cocked slightly to one side.

“You’re Geralt of Rivia.” You say it as a statement, not a question. You are very rarely wrong, and unafraid to embrace that. Mamma used to scold you for being brash, and you’d been called arrogant and brazen by a few of the passing travelers – but it doesn't bother you much.

“And you better not start singing that damn song.”

You smirk, kicking open the free stall across from Immi’s with a scuffed leather boot, “No ‘hello’?” you ask, shaking your head. “Not even a nice ‘and you are?”

The Witcher doesn’t seem particularly amused, but he takes the bait anyway.

“Hello,” he says, exaggerating and speaking the words exactly how you’d spoken them, “And you are?” Mrs. Leigh, who owns the inn, constantly tells you that you shouldn’t pester the guests, but there is a slight tug at the corner of the Witcher’s lips that tells you he isn’t particularly irritated. And anyway, you don’t listen to much of what Mrs. Leigh says or you’d die of boredom.

“Y/N,” you say before adding sarcastically, “Of Novigrad.”

“Pleasure,” he says absentmindedly as he begins getting his horse settled.

You could easily get back to your work, but in such a boring village, you’ve got to take advantage of any entertainment while you can, so you lean against the door, peering at his horse, which you can tell is clearly taken very good care of.

“What’s your horse’s name?”

“Roach.”

“Interesting name for a horse,” you say, watching him remove the saddle.

Immi, likely feeling betrayed because you have turned your attention from the mare for more than a minute, whinnies and lightly stomps one hoof.

“Immi!” you scold her in the gentle way you always do, turning and walking back to her stall.

You are slightly surprised to hear the Witcher speak again, “Is she yours?”

You nod, pulling an apple from your back, which you left hanging on a nail on the door. At seeing it, Immi huffs and looks at you with wide, begging eyes.

“She is,” you say, rather proudly. It is not a wealthy village, and most young women working as barmaids and stable hands cannot afford horses of their own. Of course, you didn’t actually buy her – one of the Leigh’s mares had a baby, four years ago now. It was the year your mother died of plague when it hit the village, and you’d already been working for Mrs. Leigh for three years by then and they knew your affinity for working in the stables. They told you she was yours, and suddenly life seemed a little less dull.

You hold the apple up to her snout, and she quickly devours the whole thing.

“You always feed her human food?” The Witcher’s voice is closer now; you turn to see that he’s standing outside the stall he’s set Roach up in. You get the sense that he’s appraising you, his yellow eyes settled on yours, one eyebrow raised as Immi chomps loudly behind you, finishing the treat.

You cross your arms, fully facing him now, staring right back. “Yes, I do,” you say, “And before you ask, of course I talk to her.”

At that, the Witcher laughs, but he doesn’t seem to be mocking you. You narrow your eyes slightly, questioning.

“I talk to my horse, too,” he admits. “Roach is great to talk to, because he doesn’t talk back.”

You grin, face flushing slightly at the warm gleam in the Witcher’s yellow eyes. “Exactly. No unwanted advice, no ordering me around, no demanding a third cup of ale when she’s already piss drunk.”

“So, you work in the inn, too?”

You nod in response, “Yep. Unfortunately, we don’t get enough travelers through here to make much money as a stable hand. We make our money the way every other inn does; selling overpriced ale to travelers who don’t have any other options.”

“It's even worse in the cities,” the Witcher responds. “Plenty of options, but all overpriced.”

“Hm,” you shrug, “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been to one of the big cities. But humans are the same everywhere, I guess.”

“You’re right about that,” he says, looking somewhat lost in thought.

“Still,” you muse as you grab your bag and shut the door to Immi’s stall, “I’d like to see them.”

You sigh, looking past the Witcher and out into the field outside, the starlit road beyond it. “The cities, I mean. Just... Seems a waste, to spend a whole life here.” Now you’re just rambling – another thing Mamma used to tell you not to do, especially with strangers – but you can’t help it. “Must be fun, to be a Witcher; you’ve probably seen all sorts of places.”

The Witcher gives you a wry smile, “And all sorts of monsters.”

“Eh,” you respond quickly, following him out of the stables and towards the inn, “You don’t have to travel to see monsters.” He stops walking for a moment and cocks his head in thought, looking down at you.

“You’re right again,” he says.

“You should meet Mr. Allen,” you say with your voice lowered, “He’s the mayor and he’s hear most every night, drinking Mrs. Leigh out of house and home, yelling at everyone, and—well, never mind—but his poor wife, though.” You shudder, thinking about his roaming eyes and careless hands, but you snap out of it quickly enough.

“Ah, suppose it is fitting. Shit mayor for a shit town.”

Once you reach the entrance, you push open the door, the Witcher following behind you. You turn to him, whispering under your breath, “Guy in the back corner.” He raises his eyebrows and goes, to your surprise, to sit at the table right in front of Mr. Allen’s. Not a choice that you would have advised, but likely to be an entertaining one.

“Please tell me you were not harassing that man out in the stables,” Mrs. Leigh says as you head behind the counter, filling up a few earthenware tankards to drop at the tables that your boss has wasted no time pointing to.

“Me?” you ask, with fake innocence.

“Y/N, honestly. We need the business.”

Grabbing as may tankards as possible – an impressive five – you glance back at your boss and roll your eyes. “Please,” you say with a smirk, “I’m half the reason these guys buy as much alcohol as they do.” A little flirting does wonders, and gods know Mrs. Leigh isn’t going to do it.

You drop off three tankards at one table; a thankfully quiet one. There are two women, one of whom you can tell from her painfully beautiful features must be half-elf. There’s one man with them, lanky and quiet. Probably the human’s brother, if you had to guess.

The other two mugs of ale were, of course, for Mayor Allen. He must have just arrived, then.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says with a hideous smile as you set them down. You just mumble some form of no problem as you walk off. He doesn’t pay, so there’s no point in flirting with him. Besides, the Witcher’s table is next, and you cannot deny that you are dying to talk to him.

Putting on your usual flirty smile, you head over to his table, leaning on the old wood. For some reason, though, the flirtatious nature that usually comes easy to you feels a little bit different – like you actually care what this stranger thinks about you. You decide to put it down to the fact that he is famous, and famous people rarely pass through the village.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask, smile faltering slightly, but only for a moment.

The Witcher looks at you, yellow eyes locking on yours. “Two mugs of ale, please,” his lips curve into a smirk, “And your company.” You quirk an eyebrow, feeling your cheeks redden once again.

Before you have to disappoint him – and mainly yourself – by telling him that you can’t just sit down at work, he places a handful of gold pieces on the table. Definitely enough to cover the two beers, and as much as you’d bring in for the night.

“Coming right up,” you say, throwing him a glance over your shoulder as you carry the coins over to the counter.

“You’re welcome,” you say, admittedly rather arrogantly as you set the coins down on the counter next to Mrs. Leigh. She watches you with somewhat horrified eyes as you round the counter to fill up to mugs of ale.

“This is not a brothel,” she says pointedly, glancing from you and across the room at the white-haired Witcher.

“And I’d charge more for a night than that,” you retort, glancing down at the coins still on the table.

Mrs. Leigh does not respond as you grab the two mugs and head back to the Witcher’s table.

“Your ale,” you say, sliding it over to him, “And my excellent company,” you add with an impish grin, sitting down across from him. “Though, to be honest, you seem more like the Sit and Drink Alone type,” you say, studying him.

“You aren’t wrong there,” he says, but his yellow eyes hint that he very much does not want to sit and drink alone tonight. Well, that and the fact that he asked you to sit with him.

“Then why ask me to disturb your blessed silence?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Because,” he says, pausing to take a draught of ale, “I find you interesting.”

You nearly choke on your ale when you laugh. Out of all of the interesting creatures and people the Witcher meets, you cannot fathom why he would find you in particular interesting.

“Oh, come on,” he said, shaking his head. “You walk around like you own this place. Don’t pretend to be the shy type.”

You blush again, looking down at your cup and taking a swig before you look back up at him. Thankfully, you can blame the flush on your cheeks on the ale. “Oh, come on,” you quip back, “You’ve been in plenty of inns, I’m sure. It’s all part of business.”

Geralt eyes you curiously and shrugs. Then silence settles over the two of you, somehow ringing louder in your ears than the rowdy crowd of the crowded pub.

Finally, he speaks.

“Actually, I have a proposition.”

Your head shoots up, eyes wide as you stare at him. Maybe the gold was for what Mrs. Leigh insinuated. And while the Witcher was, without a doubt, the most attractive man you’d ever seen, Mrs. Leigh was right – this was not a brothel, and you were not… Well, that was not your profession.

“Don’t worry, it’s not about that.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, and slight disappointment, but now you are incredibly curious. What could this Witcher want from you?

“I’m not travelling far,” he explains, “And I have a high suspicion that the haunting I am investigating has little to do with dangerous spirits and everything to do with humans being humans.”

Your mouth falls open, hardly able to believe what you are hearing, and unable to form any words.

“You said you wanted to see some of the world, and I take it you can ride,” he says.

“I—well, yes, I do want to… But, I mean, I have to wor—”

“It’s a decent contract. You can half of it.”

“I mean,” you begin, “I… I couldn’t take the coin!”

“You’re not taking it, you’re doing a job,” the Witcher points out. “I can’t watch Roach all the time.”

You consider his words for a few moments before your face breaks out into a wide smile.

* * *

You are bursting with excitement as you head out of your back room, pack full of your most precious personal items, of which there are relatively few. As promised, Geralt is already out in the stable, saddling Roach.

“Good morning,” he says, that same deep, gravely voice you’d grown familiar with last night as the two of you stayed up talking until far too late.

“Good morning!” you greet him, heading over to saddle Immi, despite her somewhat confused whinnies. You rarely rode out this early. But she didn’t seem to mind all that much, as you handed her another apple from your pack.

“Hm,” Geralt says, eying you, “Cheery.”

“Not a morning person?” you ask him.

“No particular feelings about any time of day,” he says with a shrug.

You lead Immi out of the stables behind Geralt and Roach, still somewhat mystified by the man.

“Ah yes,” you say after a moment, “I hear you Witchers don’t have emotions.”

At those words, Geralt turns around to face you, only a few inches between you. “Now there, dear Y/N, you are wrong.”

The look on his face has your stomach filled with butterflies as the two of you ride off side-by-side into the early morning light.

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legolaslovely · 5 years ago

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Watch Me

A/N: UGH FILIIIIIIIIIII he just really kills me sometimes, okay? Hope you guys enjoy the Fili feels. Happy FILI FRIDAY! And yes, here’s this picture again.

Pairing: Fili x Reader DUH

Word Count: 2,693

Warnings: fluff, angst, SMUT OOPS, unwanted advances/flirting/assault towards reader, hero Fili

Summary: I don’t frickin know just read it lol. Hero Fili, slightly stalker Fili, protective Fili, smut with an actual plot.

Fili often came to this bar alone at night. It was starting to raise questions from his uncle, but he ignored them. As far as anyone else was concerned, he just needed a drink after an exhausting day of duties that came with being born the heir to the kingdom. No one needed to know why he really came.

He would always sit on the end of the bar with his back against the wall. This way, he could watch her but he’d never have to actually talk to her because he was being served by the bartender and not the beautiful waitress he’d taken a fancy to. Talking would cause problems. He knew simply sitting here eyeing her every night was also causing problems, but he ignored that fact as well.

He nursed his mug of ale and watched the human woman glide through the bar. Her hips easily slid between chairs and tables and her lips smiled and greeted everyone around her who asked especially for her service instead of anyone else’s. He watched her carry trays full of food or balance many hot plates on her arms. He didn’t doubt her muscles were lean and strong under her clothes and her arms and fingers were calloused from burning plates. Sometimes after one too many mugs of drink he allowed himself to think of what her hands could do besides carry a table full of glasses at a time.

He watched her whirl when a patron in the corner called her name. (Y/N). It fell from Fili’s lips often when he was alone. When she turned, her hair followed her, spreading out into a wide, shining curtain before falling to her back again. She had long hair for a human, he thought.

She bent to pick up a knife from the floor and he turned, adjusted himself in the tall seat and ordered another drink. He spent the night sipping from his mug and drinking from her until the bartender sounded the last call. He watched her shoulders drop in relief. He was sure she was exhausted. He turned his back to the rest of the pub and paid his tab as most of the patrons left.

“Come on, (Y/N). Come home with me. You’re done here and you know you want to.”

Fili recognized the voice. It came from a human who bothered (Y/N) a couple times a week. He’d pinch her or grab her, she’d slap him and kick him out, and Fili’s blood would boil. Why was the idiot allowed back? Fili had always kept his distance, knowing (Y/N) could handle herself or some other human would step in, but now there was barely anyone else around. He watched carefully.

“In your dreams,” she said, circling the table and getting far away from him. “Go home, Buck. You’re drunk. Again.” She looked to the bar and when she saw the tender was gone, she quickly grabbed some empty glasses and sped to the kitchen door.

Buck grabbed her and spun her into him, making the glasses in her hands clink together. “No, no. I said you’re coming with me.” He towered over her. He took the glasses from her with a nasty grin and set them down on the table below. Then he grabbed her bottom and she slapped him.

“Get off me.” Her voice was low and fearless.

He pushed her against the wall and put a hand to her throat. “Is that any way to speak to me?”

“She speaks to you the way she pleases. Let her go. Now,” Fili said from the man’s side.

Buck chuckled and looked over Fili’s head. “I’m sorry. I thought I heard something. But I don’t see anything here.” He swept his hand through the air at his eye level, over Fili’s head. Fili grabbed it and twisted it behind Buck’s back until he heard the bones crack and the man yelp.

“I said let her go,” Fili said, his voice and eyes feral.

“Get off of me, dwarf. You don’t belong here.” He swore and said a nasty, racial slur in Khuzdul that Fili was surprised a human even knew.

“Shut up, you disgusting, worthless brute,” (Y/N) said, spitting in Buck’s face. She grunted when his grip around her throat tightened.

Before Buck could answer, Fili reached up and slugged him across the face with the head of his dagger. He caught (Y/N) and let Buck fall to the ground hard. Fili grabbed the man by his tunic and snarled in his face. “If I ever see you in this pub again, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out.” He let him go with a shove and watched him run out the door of the tavern, letting it slam shut after him.

Fili returned to (Y/N), putting a reassuring hand on her arm. “Are you all right?” She nodded wildly with a tight jaw. He’d never seen her unsure of herself and he felt his heart sink. His fingers ran down her arm and he squeezed her hand before letting her go. “He’s gone now. He won’t be bothering you again.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you- thank you for that. I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking.”

“And you’re bleeding,” she said, looking at his other hand. When Fili hit the man with his dagger, the blade had slipped and cut his palm.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket. “Nothing to fret about. I’ll leave you, let you finish your work so you can go home.”

She grabbed him. “No, no. I won’t send you away like this after saving me. Sit.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit, please.”

He sat.

“What the hell happened in here?” a voice boomed from the bar. The tender had his arms stretched out as he took in the broken chair in the corner.

(Y/N) turned and looked at him with a tilted head. “Nice of you to show up, Rava! I really could have used you five minutes ago.”

“What happened?” Rava asked.

“While you were doing god knows what, my hero here, saved the day. Buck’s gone for good, no thanks to you. Will you please bring me the kit from the kitchen?”

He disappeared. (Y/N) turned back to Fili with a smirk on her face as she pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

“Is that what you deal with every day?” he asked.

She pulled the soiled, silk handkerchief from his hand and set it on the table, twisting his palm in the low light to get a look at the injury. “I’m sure you deal with the same kind of thing in that mountain of yours, Prince.”

His brows flew high. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. A girl asks questions when a guy comes in just to watch her every night.” Her intense gaze rose and her smirk deepened as she watched his cheeks grow pink above his thick beard.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to disrespect-”

“I know. Don’t worry, I can tell the difference between a creep and a good man… good dwarf in this case.”

He opened his mouth to answer, but Rava’s appearance through the swinging kitchen door silenced him. The other human placed a small kit of bandages and ointments on the table next to (Y/N). She rose and stalked, hips swaying, to the bar to fill a bowl with warm water.

Rava cleared his throat, picking up the pieces of the broken chair. “So, are you gonna be here for a while?” he asked her.

“Rava, just go home. I’ll clean and lock up. Leave the keys on the table.”

He thanked her and practically ran out the door. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat in front of Fili again, taking his hand in hers. He marveled at her soft touch. It was much different than he’d expected- than he’d dreamed. She cleaned his wound with a tender touch.

“Not even a flinch,” she said.

“Hm? Oh, I’ve had much worse than this,” he said.

“I’ve heard the stories. You dwarfs have brave hearts.”

He searched for a smirk or sarcasm in her voice but didn’t find it. When her eyes rose from his hand, they were soft and round as they peered at him, waiting for some kind of response.

“You show little fear yourself. I’ve seen these men pick on you often and most of the time, you easily match them. It’s very- impressive.” He picked his word carefully, changing it from attractive, tempting, alluring, sexy.

She hummed. “Most of the time.” She dipped a finger into a jar of ointment and smothered his gash as if she were painting a picture or running her hand along the petals of a flower. “Tonight I was absolutely terrified. If you weren’t here, if you didn’t do what you did… I don’t even want to think of what could have happened. You saved me. I don’t know how to thank you.” Her fingers froze as she took him in. In the low light, his eyes glowed with a piercing blue and his golden mane shone red at the edges. His face alone was a stunning summer day’s sky.

“I’m just glad you’re all right.”

She wrapped his palm with a bandage and knotted it. Though she was finished, she held onto his hand. “More than all right.” She kissed his lips softly, then drew away. She smiled as it took a moment for Fili to open his eyes. She waited for him to make a move, to kiss her again, but it didn’t come. “Is that all I get? You watch me for months and here we are alone and I only get one kiss-”

He leaned forward, held her under her thighs and pulled her to his lap, gluing his lips to hers. He swallowed her noise of surprise and felt her lips flatten into a smile against him. Her breath hitched. “Handsome, sweet, and strong,” she muttered. She said it more to herself than to him but he chuckled and growled, pulling her hips down on him. She whimpered. “And hard,” she whispered.

He hummed, allowing his tongue to ravage her mouth in his wild, passionate, possessive kiss. “I am every time I leave this pub.” He never would have suspected the noise that escaped her. It was soft, submissive and needy. She was putty in his hands. His scalding mouth made its way to her ear and down her neck. “I want you,” he said.

“I’m all yours.”

He yanked her tunic over her head, hearing the fabric rip in the process. His large, strong hands burned her body as they traveled over her hips, her waist, up her sides and to her breasts. Her head fell back as he cupped them, twisting her nipples in a firm grip of his fingers. He pulled a moan from her and it went straight to his trousers.

Whispered curses fell from her lips as his tongue licked a stripe up the center of her chest and circled her erect nipple. He expected her to be rough, to yank and pull on his hair and cry out with a volume that echoed off the walls. But here she was, in his hands, whimpering with breathy moans and carding her fingers gently through his hair. He had been all wrong and this was better than anything he could have imagined.

Her fingers found the hem of his tunic and she pulled it away. She smiled and shook her head as her hands brushed through the golden curls on his strong chest. “My god, are you all this beautiful?” She grinned when he laughed, feeling it rumble through him.

She sank to the floor between his legs. Her fingers ran over his cheeks as she pulled him down to kiss her, then her lips traveled down his neck. His breathing grew heavy when she spent extra time around his chest and stomach. The further south she fell, the more his growls vibrated in her bones.

Her hands raked up his thighs from his knees to his belt. She watched his eyes as she undid the laces of his trousers and his red, dripping member sprang loose. Her breath caught in her lungs. She took him in her hand and knew right away dwarfs were bigger than humans. It sent a shiver to her core and she squeezed her thighs together. Fili didn’t miss her movement.

He kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she stroked him. When he released her lips, they moved to suck the tip of him. Breath shot into his lungs and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched her smile, her tongue circle him and lick up his length, and her pink lips envelope him and reach the base of his shaft. Her head bobbed until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed her now.

“Come, my dear,” he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. He groaned when he tasted himself on her talented tongue.

She stood and allowed his deft fingers to unlace her trousers, letting them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them and gladly returned to his lap, rolling her hips on him. He cursed when he felt how warm, wet and ready she was for him. He cupped her bottom and squeezed, making her chuckle before she rose to take him inside her. When he was completely sheathed in her heat, she sucked in a gasp. He was stretching her and already, his member was rubbing every hidden, delicious corner inside her. She rocked her hips and bent to kiss Fili’s shoulder, moaning against his skin.

His mouth fell open when he felt her juices dripping as she slid up and down on his cock. He worked to meet her every thrust, pulling her hips down on him when she could take it. He knew he was pushing her to her limits. His lips attacked hers as his hands cupped her face, her breasts, her hips. Every noise she made reverberated and repeated in his brain and he worked to memorize each one. His thumb found her clit and she lost all strength in her legs. All she could do was rock against him and moan into his skin. She sang his name again and again and he lost his control.

He slid down in the chair, allowing him to thrust up into her with more vigor. His thumb worked circles on her as he pounded into her hard. She cursed, huffing and moaning breathily into his ear. She begged him to finish her, then to claim her. “Please, Fili. Oh, god, please.”

Her hips started to roll and her nails dug into his shoulders as she held onto him. He was the only thing keeping her grounded as she reached her high. Her muscles tensed and fluttered around him, sending him to his own end and he grunted into her neck as she collapsed on top of him.

His chest heaved as he landed, his breath fanning over her skin and making her shiver. He reached for his tunic and slid it over her head, then wrapped his arms around her, stroking her skin and holding her tight. He decided he would never let go.

“I hope you’re not doing this just because, I mean, I hope this isn’t some sort of- repayment- just because of what I- of what happened with Buck,” Fili got out.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Seeing you at the bar is the only thing I like about this awful job. You’re not the only one who’s been going home hungry all this time.” Her fingers slid though the beard on his cheek as she kissed him.

“All this time?”

She hummed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“I knew you’d make a move sooner or later.” She grinned and kissed him again, feeling him growl against her lips. “And I like it when you watch me.”

“Expect much more of it,” he said, pulling her down on him again and listening to her laugh.

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bts-reveries · 5 years ago

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one night light

“Perfect,” Hoseok says, holding up a white button down. He turns to look at you. “What do you think?” You look at the item of clothing hanging off of the hanger. You shrug.

“Looks like a plain, basic white button down to me.” You say simply. He pouts at you, making you laugh so you quickly took out your phone and snapped a picture.

“O-- yAH! Don’t post that,” he says, instantly going towards you.

“Why not?” You argue as you continue to write your caption.

“I look ugl--”

“Posted!” You interrupt, you smile at the pic, raising the phone to his face.

“Aish--”

“I like it, you look cute,” you laugh. Hearing your giggles made his frown go away and he was smiling now too, but he tried to hide it.

“Tsk-- Whatever. Do you think this would look good on me though? Maybe I can wear it sometime this week. It’ll look nice for a fancy dinner or something.” You nod.

“Yeah, I think it will.” He nods once, giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, now it’s your turn. Let’s go pick out a pretty outfit for you to wear.” Without even an answer from you, Hoseok grabs your hand and pulls you to a different part of the store.

“Wear for what? We don’t even have plans for this week.”

“Then we’ll make some,” he shrugs. “Maybe you, me and Hope can have a little family date or something again. Actually that sounds like a good idea, we should do it!”

“Okay sounds good to me,” you smile.

“Now… let’s pick out something for you to wear,” He says, stopping near a rack full of white dresses.

“Why don’t we match?.. Hope can match too or something, so we look like a real family.” You suggest. Hoseok looked at you like you were stupid.

“Um,, we are a real family?” Your head tilted slightly. “You’re her mom, I’m her dad, she’s our kid. That makes us a family doesn’t it?”

“Yes but we’re a broken family. We aren’t together.” It kind of broke your heart to say that, but you had no idea why. It wasn’t like you two were ever together in the first place. Maybe it broke for Huimang instead. You didn’t notice at first, but Hoseok bottom lip jutted out when you said this. I guess it made him a little sad too.

“Maybe we can act like one,” he says.

“What?” You questioned, confused. What did he mean by that?

“We can act like a real family, like we’re married and everything is perfect. Like Jin hyung’s!” You scoff at his silly idea.

“Hoseok, that’s just going to hurt don’t you think?” He furrows his brows at you.

“Well what do you mean? Wouldn’t Hope like that?” Well, not only will it hurt you, knowing that he really doesn’t return your feelings, but it will hurt Hope a lot as well.

“If we acted out a fake relationship. Happy marriage, happy life, Hope’s going to think it’s real. What’s going to happen after vacation when daddy doesn’t live with us and that she sleeps at his place sometimes and goes home with me the other times?” Hoseok bites his lip in thought. Then he shakes his head laughing.

“You’re right, that was stupid of me, let’s not do that.” You give him a soft smile and nod as he begins to go through the rack.

“If it was real, then Hope would’ve liked that a lot,” you say lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. Hoseok turns to you with a blank face and the two of you look at each other for a few seconds before he starts laughing.

“She would wouldn’t she? Man, I wish I could give her anything, but not everything is easy to give.” Well damn that hurt. Am I that unlikeable lol.

“Haha.. yeah. Darn.” You snap your fingers trying to laugh it off as well. Hoseok turns to you.

“You okay?” You turn to him with eyebrows raised.

“Huh?-- uh, yEaH?? Why-- why wouldn’t I be?” You laugh. He shook his head, turning back to the rack.

“Nothing, just seems like you’re disappointed by something I said.”

“Ha.. me? Disappointed? By what?” You play uncoolly. Hoseok shrugs.

“I don’t know Yn.. maybe because you…--” He turns all of a sudden, catching you off guard with his face inches away from yours. “-like me?” After a few more seconds of staring, he laughs and pulls away from you.

“I’m kidding, try this on,” he winks, shoving a hanger to your chest and you just stare at him and swallow down your nervousness.

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You stand in the dressing room. Curtains closed, mirrors around you, and a pile of dresses on a chair. You surprisingly didn’t expect Hoseok to like shopping this much. He basically picked everything out for you and all you’d have to do was put them on and see which one you liked best. All the dresses he picked out were lovely and you were currently trying the last one on but you couldn’t reach the dang zipper that keeps getting caught. After minutes of struggling, you sighed, giving up. You pop your head out the curtain to see if Hoseok was outside. He left you alone so he could go around to look for Hope’s outfit. And as if it was fate, he walked in when you looked outside.

“Oh-- are you done?” He asked, you shake your head no.

“I’m trying the last one on and the zipper’s stuck! Can you help? Pleaaaaase,” you pleaded. Hoseok proceeded to put the clothes he was holding onto a nearby hook right away to help you zip up your dress.

“Waah sexy,” he comments playfully, you roll your eyes at him.

“Shut up,” you say, making Hoseok smile, he looks up at the mirror in front of you and sees you smiling as well.

Ziiiiiiip.

“There we go,” Hoseok says, and you thank him right after.

“Did you pick the one you like?” He asks, looking at you from the mirror as you were faced away from him.

“I like all of them.. But I’m not sure any of them speaks to me.” You say as you look at yourself up and down and pose a little.

“Well I found this as I was walking around. It’s not a dress, but it looks nice together,” He says, handing you a top and skirt.

“Oh it’s cute.” You say, taking it from him. “Okay, Now get out so I can change,” you say pushing him out.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen anything befo--” He tries to say as you pull the curtains close, making him laugh.

A few minutes later you pull the curtains open again. This time Hoseok was still there, busy on his phone while he waited for you to finish. He looks up as he hears the curtain open and his brows raised.

“Oh wah~ You should get it! It looks so good on you!” He says in awe, his eyes dragging up and down your figure. You began to feel your cheeks heat up, you didn’t know what to say or do. Instead you just walk backwards, pulling the curtains back and quickly changing. You look at yourself in the mirror and tilt your head to the side, posing a bit, really feeling yourself and you start smiling as you feel your insides starting to feel warm. Heck yeah, you were getting this forsure.

“You’re getting it right? You like it?” Hoseok yells from the other side. In a couple of minutes later you pull back the curtains, handing him the top and skirt he picked out while you carry the pile of dresses you didn’t choose.

“Didn’t work out?” The sales associate asked as you give her the pile of unwanted dresses. You nod and thanked her, walking away.

“Wah~~ I’m good at this aren’t I?” Hoseok says happily. “Oh! I also found this,” he says, showing you a little outfit.

“Wouldn’t this look cute for Hope? She would like this, I know it,” he says, staring at the outfit lovingly.

“Well she did get her fashion sense from you so I’m sure she will.”

“You really think so?” He said, holding a hand to his heart, making you laugh.

“She’s literally a carbon copy of you with her choice of clothing, I can’t deny anything,” you laugh off. Suddenly, Hoseok has that cocky, proud look on his face. He slung his arm over your shoulder as the two of you make your way to the check out.

“We made the perfect little girl didn’t we?” He says. Oop. Be still my heart. He might hear you.

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After the two of you shopped, you began to walk around for a bit. The weather was beautiful, the scenery was to die for, and the overall mood was just.. perfect. You and Hoseok just walked side by side. Talking about anything. His job, your job. Huimang. Your friends. Dogs. His nieces and nephews. What type of food he wants to eat. Dancing. Just about everything.

“You should really stop over sometime. I think it would be fun if you and Hope stops by my studio. I can teach you two a few things.” You laugh a bit at this, Hoseok looks at you, puzzled. “What?”

“That would be nearly impossible. I can’t dance to save my life.” He shakes his head a bit, laughing at your comment.

“You can do it, just takes a bit of practice.” You nod.

“Okay, teach me then. Hope and I will stop by soon for sure. It better be free though.” You glare, making him laugh.

“Of course! Why would I make my girls pay?” MY girls. PLURAL.

You shrug, trying to act normal. Acting like the two words didn’t just hit your heart with a punch.

The sun was starting to set, the two of you ended up at a nearby park. It was quiet. Only a few people here and there. Some rode bikes and passed by the two of you. Others were on the grass sitting on a blanket and enjoying one another’s company. You hear faint voices of laughter and birds chirping. It couldn’t have been more perfect, and you were glad you weren’t spending time here alone.

“There’s a bench over there,” Hoseok pointed, “wanna sit and watch the sun set?” You look over to where he pointed, but couldn’t see what bench he was talking about.

“Uh- yeah, that sounds nice,” you say. The walk and your lack of exercising made your feet ache and your legs sore, sitting down would be more than nice. Hoseok might’ve noticed that you didn’t see where the bench was located. With your hands only centimeters apart, he intertwined his with yours and walked ahead, dragging you to go sit down. The small gesture made your heart flutter for the umpteenth time that day. It might’ve been nothing to him, but it was making you feel faint.

When you reached the bench, it turns out you didn’t see it because it was occupied and your eyes were searching for an empty one. But Hoseok noticed the previous couple was leaving and decided that it was the two of you’s turn.

The both of you sat down, still attached by the hand, and you both sighed.

“Today was fun wasn’t it?” He says after a minute or two of sitting. You look towards him and nod. “We should really do it again. Just the two of us.”

“Like a date?” You ask, hopeful. Hoseok nods.

“Yeah. A platonic one. I think we make really good friends. It was easy to just be myself around you.” He turns to you giving you a soft smile and you return it. While still having your hands intertwined, he puts his arm over your shoulder. You instinctively scoot closer, and lay your head onto his shoulder as you two watch the sun go down. Even if he might not feel the same way as you did with him, you’re glad to be able to even have this relationship with each other. He loves and cares for your daughter despite not knowing about her all her life. He cares about you as well. He cares about your relationship with one another. It doesn’t matter if your relationship is platonic or romantic. He’s willing to give an effort for the both of you, without having to force any feelings towards himself or you.

Unknowingly to you, Hoseok’s heart was beating faster than usual. It was different. The feeling. He hasn’t felt like this in years. While the two of you spend some quiet time together as the sun went down, you two have silent conversations with yourself in your head. Both thinking about the same thing.

Each other.

Hoseok’s head leans on yours as yours is on his shoulder. The two of you stay that way for a while.

He isn’t sure about his feelings just yet. He likes you. As a person. For who you are, for what you are. For how you are. And for what you do. For yourself. He likes how you accept him for himself. How you don’t hold him against what he did in the past. For missing the first five years of your child’s life. He likes how you let him be in your child’s life. For even spending time with him yourself. For allowing him to have days with you like this.

He mentions throughout the day how it’s a date. A friend date. He noticed as he rewind back today’s memories, that he mentions that the two of you are friends and just friends. He doesn’t want to admit that he might have feelings for you. It will only ruin what you already have. He decides to keep it on the down low until he doesn’t feel like it anymore.

For you, you think about how perfect things are so far. Huimang is happy. That’s it. That already sounds like a perfect life. She’s all that matters anyways. Her and her happiness and that she feels loved and that’s exactly what’s happening. It’s not like she wasn’t feeling like this in the first place, but it’s that she gets it from both parents. She gets double the happiness plus double the love. She even gets more of that from her cousins and aunts and uncles. She gets to spend time with people she should’ve been with the day she was born. Either way, it doesn’t matter what time in her life they would come in, you were glad she was accepted with open arms and that they didn’t hesitate to take you in as well. And now that Hoseok is in the picture, he not only cares about Huimang, but you too. He didn’t even have to do so, but he chose to do so. He liked to spend time with you, offer to spend time with both you and Huimang or you yourself. He takes time away from his day to be with you and your daughter. You can tell his love for her and his love for you. May it be romantic or not, it’s there and you’re thankful to have any type of love that he gives you. All that really matters is that you two both have the one thing your eyes and heart is set on. Huimang. To you it doesn’t matter if he loves you back or not, it just matters that he gives your daughter the love she needs.

“Let’s start walking back?” You say, breaking the silence. You feel Hoseok nod against you and he removed his arm from your shoulder. He loosened his fingers from yours but you held tight. So the two of you walked back to the car hand in hand that night.

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one night light

✩part sixteen: be still my heart✩

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positivlyfocused · 4 years ago

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How To Stop Ruining The Holidays

The holidays used to suck. My emotional pain so grated on me that I forswore holiday celebrations of all kinds once on my own.

That was before attaining enlightenment.

Now, I recognize I create my reality. Since the past is just another reality, I also re-create my past. That’s what happened this holiday season.

I’m sharing this for the many people who, like me, struggle with holidays. I know now “struggle” is optional. No matter how bad I used to feel, this year, I’m having the best Thanksgiving ever, in large part thanks to my house mate, who I’ll call Kimberly.

I’m going to relate how I transformed my holiday experience while interspersing some theory. If you want to know how all this works as a cohesive living approach I call Positively Focused, please visit my website. There you can schedule a free 30-minute 1:1 in which I’ll answer any questions at no cost to you.

How I transformed the Thanksgiving holiday in less than 15 minutes.

My house mate Kimberly is a manifestation I created after a wonderful ordeal involving previous house mates. In January I’ll tell that story.

Kimberly’s arrival fulfilled many desires. I know though that all fulfilled desires contain within them seeds for more consciousness expansion. That usually looks like “negative” experiences, although they aren’t that. Indeed, what happened Thanksgiving morning was perfect.

^^My potato au gratin. Yum!

Excitement filled our little home the night before. We bought an enormous turkey, planned several decadent side dishes and even went in together on a new projector to watch Killing Eve and Uncle Frank, Amazon’s new feel-good holiday movie.

Settled in for the night, we anticipated a wonderful morning cooking food, listening to music and generally enjoying time together.

That’s not what happened, at first

I’m an early riser. Kimberly usually wakes later. I got up eager for our culinary adventure. But as I got things ready, I noticed she had made a bag of popcorn late last night. That meant, I realized, that she might not get up early enough.

Little did I know she had planned on joining me. She even set an alarm. But something went wrong. Little did I know how “going wrong” presents enormous gifts.

For hours I relished the morning, preparing our dishes. As turkey dressing time neared though, Kimberly’s absence loomed large. Where was she?

^^My veggie medley and the au gratin all ready to eat. Ignore the sponge on the range 😂

It was a passing thought at first. Then it turned into worry. Then it turned into resentment. Kimberly wasn’t meeting my expectations, expectations I thought we shared.

That’s not her purpose though

Kimberly need not meet my expectations. No one lives to meet my expectations. When I got that a while ago, I mostly stopped resenting people when they did their own thing.

Everyone comes into reality pursuing their fulfillment, whatever that looks like. The paradox is, when a person shows up in my reality, pursuing their fulfillment, I know now they aren’t real, objective people. Instead, they reflect back to me beliefs I hold in my Belief Constellation even while they pursue individual self-fulfillment.

Other people (as well as everything else in my reality) are physicalized versions of beliefs active in me. I tested this over several years. Improving my beliefs always changed people’s behavior, especially the way they treated me.

Today, people in my life are angels. They show me active beliefs in my Moment of Becoming on their way to becoming my tangible reality. Realities I want I welcome. Realities I don’t want I know I can do something about.

^^Our turkey cooking its patutti off. LOL

Here’s what that looks like

I knew from years of Positively Focused practice that resentment and worry had nothing to do with Kimberly. Instead they indicated beliefs active that drew into my now, an experience I preferred not having.

Realizing that I did something about it. First, I looked inside to see what thoughts/beliefs I activated. After all, I had enjoyed, up to that moment, being in the kitchen by myself, making all this food my way, without having to compromise anything about what I was doing. It was fun!

My exploration showed old beliefs I created as a kid active in my now. They were about my parents, my family and holidays with them. That’s when Kimberly offered an amazing opportunity. I could clean up those old beliefs and, simultaneously, clean up how I experienced my now, create better future experiences and transform the past too!

Once I got that I stopped preparing meals. I went to my room, set a 15 minute timer, then went into deliberate focus. In that focus I realized/remembered the following:

Kimberly is a manifestation. She is not real.

Kimberly is a manifestation of my entire Belief Constellation embodied in an apparition in my evolving now consciousness.

As such, constructively using realizations represents allows stronger connections with my Personal Trinity. Reacting any other way creates unwanted futures.

Kimberly’s choices are hers and those acts aren’t about me. But make them about me when I interpret them as such!

Such a wonderful gift.

Circumstances in life do this all day every day. People, objects, experiences all are physical representations of my ongoing beliefs.

For better or worse, most people don’t know this, so they interact with their reality as though it is separate, an objective reality apart from who they are, what they are and what they’re believing.

Even among those who know physical reality is a mirror of one’s internal reality, few know what to do with that information.

Those who don’t know struggle with all kinds of mental and emotional traumas, with few remedies other than iffy mental health therapies which often stretch over years and produce scant lasting results.

Rather than taking these wonderful gifts evidenced in people, places, objects and events, for granted, humans can use them for personal transformation. Done diligently, such transformation also transforms ordinary life into the Charmed Life I share with my clients.

Seeing Kimberly as a transformational opportunity also let’s her off the hook. She can be how she’s being and in the absence of me making her wrong, she becomes the angel she is, but only when I see her from my Inner Being perspective, my Broader Perspective which sees everything in reality as blessed, perfectly unfolding and beneficial to all the Universe.

Creating awesome from ordinary

The moment I tuned into my Inner Being, the discomfort, angst and resentment lifted. It was crazy how fast and complete it was! One moment it was there, the next POOF! Totally abscent.

What flowed in its place were thoughts about how wonderful this experience turned out to be, how good realizing that felt, and how remarkable I was as a deliberate creator creating this experience. I felt compelled to voice these thoughts:

Wow, I feel much better.

This is so much better than how I felt before.

Those old beliefs soothed in my awareness placed on more empowering thoughts.

I am having a good time creating a new reality with just my awareness.

I get that my reality is my creation, including other people in my reality.

Then I started thinking about the meal I’m preparing:

This meal is going to be really good!

The au gratin smells delicious!

So do the roasted veggies!

The stuffing is going to be good too!

Then came the extraordinary convergence of reality matching my new perspective: At that exact point in time, Kimberly came bounding down the stairs. I heard her walk into the kitchen from inside my basement space. Then she sent me a text:

Trippy! The very moment I tuned into these better-feeling thoughts, my experience of Kimberly shifted. A new reality showed up including a different Kimberly!

Nevertheless I wanted to amplify how good I felt. It felt so good. These thoughts flowed next…

That’s so cool what just happened.

I shifted my reality!

And my apparitions shifted too.

What I’m discovering is so accurate.

I love my Inner Being relationship!

I felt waaaay better by now.

In that moment I returned to my original bliss. I realized too my old beliefs transformed as well: I see them now as having created experiences long ago that, I was destined to shift, in my now, my current Thanksgiving; and in doing so transforming my past holiday experiences, my present one and all future ones.

I have wonderful new memories about the holidays. Memories made more powerful because they sprung from enlightened consciousness. I know thoughts born from enlightened consciousness are far more powerful than those born out of it.

I also now know that I’ve transformed past, present and future in one fell swoop. I know it because I feel it.

What does it feel like? It feels like Joyful invincibility.

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canonicallyanxious · 5 years ago

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everything works out so good 2.0

Druck | David/Matteo | 1.5k words

Or: David and Matteo go grocery shopping.

Hey remember my Lorde series? In the process of editing it up for AO3 I decided to completely rewrite my fic for White Teeth Teens for no good reason! Seriously this looks nothing like the original lol but if you want to read the first version of it [spoiler: it involves a cat; unfortunately the following fic does not] you can check it out here.

This fic is also posted on AO3!

It was Matteo’s idea to go to the store today, actually. David thinks he would have been perfectly content to stay on their couch if no one had said anything, bare legs tangled together as Matteo played some game on his computer and David sketched in his notebook. He probably would have been happy to stay there for a very long time.

But Matteo was the one who nudged his elbow with his toe, and he was the one who said, “Do you want to go to the store with me?”

And David was the one who said yes, because in the end he’s happiest to be where Matteo is. And that’s the truth.

So here they are in the store, about half an hour before it’s supposed to close. There’s a few people scattered throughout the store, browsing the produce or shuffling through the check-out line or loitering at the deli. If David were here by himself he knows he’d find the emptiness of the place disconcerting, feel it like a persistent itch beneath his skin. Feel self-conscious, probably, irrationally – as if fewer people around to see him means their judgments matter all the more. He hates feeling that way. Feeling so exposed for no good reason.

But he’s not here by himself. Matteo is with him, pushing the cart through the cereal aisle with impressive enthusiasm, head turning this way and that way, hands occasionally reaching out to shove boxes off the shelf straight into the cart. And David doesn’t think about anyone else in the store as he watches Matteo. Right now there’s only one person’s opinion he cares about, and that person is currently piling half the store into their cart without a single fuck to give about anything.

“You didn’t make a list, did you?” David says, tapping the toe of Matteo’s shoe lightly with his own.

Matteo knocks a box of oatmeal into the cart with the palm of his hand. “I’m following my heart. Don’t need a list for that.”

David peers at the contents of the cart. “Your heart said we needed eight different kinds of pasta?”

“Absolutely,” Matteo answers without missing a beat. “We have to be prepared for every pasta-related emergency possible.”

“Mm.” David reaches out to brush Matteo’s hair out of his eyes. He still gets that quiet thrill in the pit of his stomach whenever he touches Matteo, at the thought that he can just do that now, and he’s allowed to because Matteo will let him. Honestly, it’s probably never going to go away. “Your heart sounds very sensible.”

He starts to let his arm fall, but before it drops down to his side Matteo reaches up to grab his hand. He turns his face and brushes his mouth against the inside of David’s wrist, soft as anything.

“Not as sensible as yours,” Matteo murmurs against David’s skin.

God. And Matteo can touch him, too. So easily, as if he barely has to think about it. And David would let him. He’d let him every single time.

He’s not over the quiet thrill of that, either.

“What about you, anyway?” Matteo says as he drops David’s hand.

David raises his eyebrows. “What about me?”

“You haven’t put anything in the cart,” Matteo says.

“You seem to have it pretty under control,” David says, gesturing at the towering stack of pre-made sandwiches heaped in the corner of their cart.

Matteo shrugs. “We can put some of it back. If it’s too much, I mean.”

It’s not too much. Not with Matteo. Never with him.

“Life’s too short not to get the things you want,” David says.

The corner of Matteo’s mouth quirks upward. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” David says. “I mean, the planet is probably going to die in the next fifty years, anyway, so might as well enjoy all this cereal while we can, right?”

Matteo nods slowly. “Uh huh.”

“Eating whatever we want is our fuck you to capitalism and corporate greed,” David says. “Obviously.”

Matteo tilts his face down, smiling at his shoes. David kind of loves that look on him. He kind of loves it a lot.

“That’s how it works, huh?” Matteo says to the floor.

“That’s exactly how it works,” David replies with a decisive nod. “And I’m the expert.”

Matteo huffs out a quiet laugh. He glances up at David, smile still lingering at the corners of his eyes.

“You too, you know,” he says.

David blinks. “What?”

Matteo reaches for David’s hand, a casual and unthinking gesture. When their fingers tangle together it just feels right. As natural a thing to do as breathing.

“Life’s too short not to get the things you want, too,” Matteo says.

David tightens his grip around Matteo’s hand. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Matteo says plainly, with the same kind of tone of voice he’d use to say that the sky is blue, or that water is wet. “So what do you want?”

Usually when Matteo asks David a question, he likes to think about it. A lot of the time he already has an answer to it because it’s a question he’s already thought about. Maybe someone asked him in the past – maybe he asked himself. He’s the kind of person who is pretty much always asking himself questions.

This one, though. He tries to think of his answer, tries to remember it, and he comes up with nothing – his brain as blank as an empty page. It occurs to him, in this moment, that perhaps this is a question he’s never truly asked himself before. Or perhaps it’s just a question he’s never thought about. Perhaps it’s a question he’s never let himself think about.

It’s a strange feeling he gets whenever he stumbles on something he hadn’t thought of before. But around Matteo, it isn’t anything new.

“I don’t know,” David says.

Matteo nods, like that was an answer he was expecting.

“Okay,” he says. “So let’s keep looking until you know.”

David has to smile, at that. “The store closes in twenty minutes.”

Matteo bursts into a grin. “Guess we gotta go fast then, huh?”

And with that he turns around, grabs hold of the cart, and promptly begins to sprint down the aisle.

“Hey!” David shouts as he breaks into a run after him. Somehow he doesn’t care that he might attract unwanted attention, that everyone in this store might be looking at them after that outburst. Following Matteo is what he wants to do right now, and he figures that’s as good a place to start as any.

And so they run through the store, not stopping, never stopping. And Matteo keeps looking back and catching David’s eye, wild laughter spilling uncontrollably out of his mouth. And David laughs, too. He just laughs and laughs.

At last they come to a stop, mostly because they have to. Their chests are heaving, and there’s a dull ache blooming between David’s ribs, spreading slowly through his whole chest. Matteo leans his arms on the handle of the cart and lets his head drop down, his breath coming out fast and hard. David looks up at him, and then he sees what’s on the shelf behind him. And his eyes widen. This is it, something inside him thinks. He doesn’t have to keep looking anymore. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Matteo turning his head, too.

“Did you find it?” Matteo asks, still a little breathless.

“It’s not food,” David hears himself say. “It’s not something we need.”

“So?” Matteo snorts. “Do we need five bags of Doritos?”

“No,” David says.

“And are you going to make me put them back?”

“No.”

“So?” Matteo says again.

When he puts it like that, it almost makes sense.

David lets himself walk up to the shelf. One step at a time. He swallows.

“Yeah,” he says. “Okay.”

He cups the potted plant sitting on the shelf between both his palms, and brings it closer to his chest. It’s a succulent, one of the ones that kind of looks like a flower, with leaves that are short and squat and kind of pink at the edges. It’s beautiful. He runs a finger along the rim of the pot, and brings his mouth close to it.

“I’m gonna take good care of you,” he whispers to it.

Another time, another place, he’d probably feel enormously silly doing something like this. But he is here, and it is right now, and this is what he wants to do.

And that’s the truth.

He turns around. Matteo is looking at him. There’s this softness at the edge of his mouth that almost hurts to look at. He steps up to David, and brings his hands up so that they cover his.

His touch is so warm. Almost as warm as the look in his eyes.

“I know you will,” he says.

His words are warm, too.

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sweethazzababy · 6 years ago

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Toxic Friends

Plot: Y/N’s friend cruelly mistreats her, and Harry defends her having enough of it (a request)

Harry x reader

Words: 3k

A/N- two posts in one day yay!! this was a request, and i really loved the idea of it...writing it made me mad, bc of how i made the friend treat Y/N so i hope it infuriates you too lol but don’t worry Harry saves the day being his cute and loving boyfriend self! also might have overused the italics lol but i feel like adding emphasis to words helps me picture it better...thank you for requesting, i hope you guys enjoy it :)

Aggressively pressing your fork into the avocado, you huff in annoyance just wanting to be done making this damn guacamole that Harry requested.

“If you wanted it so bad, you could’ve made it.” You grumble, glancing up from the bowl to Harry who is giggling to himself as he watches you get bothered by the task.

“No one makes guacamole like you do babe. Take it as a compliment!” Harry reaches over the island to poke the tip of your nose, a growing smile on your face at his cuteness. You can never stay mad at him for very long.

“Can you at least help? Dice up a tomato or something.” You shrug your shoulders, pointing to the ingredients laid out on the counter behind you. Harry chuckles to himself as he walks over to the counter picking up the tomato that looks so small compared to his large hand, and he takes a knife from your knife holder along with a small cutting board. Placing it next to you, he nudges your hip with his own playfully.

“Look at us cookin’ together, such couple goals.” Harry gushes, a beaming dimpled smile on his face. You snort, shaking your head at his ridiculousness because you don’t consider mashing up some avocado and sprinkling some ingredients, cooking.

“I wouldn’t call this cooking, Harry.” You snicker, reaching to grab the garlic powder sprinkling a small amount and eventually mixing it into the avocado. Harry starts slicing the tomato and watching him slice it you nervously bite your bottom lip hoping he doesn’t accidentally slice his finger.

“Have you talked to Lindsey or Grace?” Harry ponders, glancing over to you with a skeptical brow. You know how much he hates your two best friends, for the sole purpose that they aren’t exactly the greatest to you. When Harry is home from tour, they treat you like you’re their favorite person and once he leaves, they ignore you.

“A little bit. Mostly since you got back.” You mumble, chewing the inside of your cheek. Humming to yourself to hopefully distract yourself from the unwanted conversation, you take the lime slice and squeeze a little bit of the juice into your guacamole, and then taking the fork again to mash it in.

As soon as Harry got back, and they found out, they started blowing your phone up with messages about hanging out and coming over to see you and catch up with Harry. You have other friends, but Lindsey and Grace have been by your side since high school so it’s easier for you to accept the stupid things they say to you sometimes.

“I don’t like them.” Harry bluntly says while casually dicing the tomato into small cubes.

“I know. But they’re the closest people I have other than you. I think they’ve just been jealous since we started dating.” You counter, defending your two best friends when you know you’re stupid for doing so.

Harry doesn’t know, but they’ve been extremely shitty to you the past few months, jokingly mocking you for dating Harry and insulting you sometimes on your appearance. Sometimes they imply that you aren’t good enough for Harry and that you should leave him, so he can be with someone who understands fame better than you. Lindsey is the worst of the two of them, being absolutely merciless on some occasions. The problem is, they claim they just want the best for you, but you know that’s not their motive. They’re just jealous of your relationship and that you are the one who ended up dating the ‘star’. When Harry is home, they instantly apologize for their ruthless words, and come over to hang out but you know they just want to be around him.

You know you’re stupid and weak for letting it happen, but you’re scared of disposing of almost 8 years of friendship with these girls. They used to be great before Harry came into your life, and you of course don’t blame him for that. Then all of the sudden, they changed like a switch of a light. Harry has no idea that when he isn’t home for a few weeks you feel so alone, between him being gone and your friends not being supportive. You just can’t bring yourself to tell him, because you know he’ll take matter into his own hands and would gladly rid of them for you. But you’re scared.

Finishing up the guacamole, you clean everything up from the mess you and Harry made. The vibrations of your phone buzzing on the table, startles you. Picking it up, Lindsey is calling.

“Who is it?” Harry asks, putting the rest of the ingredients back where they belong in the pantry.

“Lindsey.” You sigh, and Harry turns his head to look at you and he rolls his eyes.

“D’you have to answer it?” Harry groans, walking back over behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder kissing it lightly.

“Hey.” You answer the phone, ignoring his plead.

“Hey Y/N! Are you busy tonight?” Lindsey’s peppy voice rings through the speakers on your phone making you wince from the volume she’s speaking.

��Well, Harry’s home so I wasn’t planning on having anyone over tonight.” You truthfully decline, hoping she doesn’t push it.

Harry is still holding you into his chest from behind, and you can hear him grumble words annoyingly into your shoulder as if he’s holding back from taking the phone from your hands to curse Lindsey off. The fact that he doesn’t know how ruthless they’ve been to you, makes you scared to think about what he would do if he did know.

“Y/N, please we can just hang for like an hour, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. I know Grace feels the same.” You sigh deeply, considering having them over knowing she won’t leave you alone if you say no. Harry gently nips your shoulder, making you squeak and slap his arm but he just snickers quietly doing his best to distract you from the phone call.

“They are not coming over. Haven’t had a proper night with you in a while.” Harry objects, a whine in his tone which makes you giggle because he sounds like an adorable child. The idea of a cuddly night with your boyfriend is a night you’ve really needed and with Harry being gone a lot of the time, you miss being in his arms.

“Lindsey, I’m sorry but not tonight.” You purse your lips, hoping she doesn’t argue back. Evidently, you can hear her sigh on the other line and you know she’s rolling her eyes right now.

Harry on the other hand, smiles into your shoulder and tickles your sides a little, clearly satisfied with your answer. You squeal, holding the phone away from you so Lindsey doesn’t hear the weird sounds you’re making and ask questions. Harry just laughs as he stops tickling and continues to hug you, kissing your cheek down to the side of your neck, peppering kisses wherever he can reach sending shivers down your spine. Biting your lip, you try and suppress a small moan that’s willing to leave your mouth as Harry caresses you’re neck with his lips, his large hands gripping your hips.

“Ugh, fine.” Lindsey accepts the decline with a slight giggle at the end which you know is definitely fake, and she hangs up. Putting your phone down, Harry immediately turns you around, so your back is against the island, and engulfs his soft lips onto yours for a short but passionate kiss.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into your mouth, gripping your waist. Smiling into his kiss, you fiddle with the hem of his shirt. Pulling away, Harry kisses your nose, then wraps his arms around you for a proper hug as he squeezes you into his chest.

“Need to cuddle with you properly.” Harry’s green irises are sparkling as he speaks, the excitement evident in both his tone and his facial expressions. Grabbing the guacamole from the fridge, you set it down on the coffee table in front of the TV with a bag of tortilla chips.

After you and Harry got settled on the couch with blankets and cuddles enjoying the yummy dip you made, you hear a knock on the door. Harry gives you a puzzled look, and you give the same look to him because you’re just as confused as he is knowing no one is expected to come over.

Reluctantly, you get up from your comfortable position in Harry’s arms to open the door and to be met with Lindsey.

“Lindsey…what are you doing here?” You groan, putting your face into your hands at the sight of her because you just wanted to be with Harry tonight. You peer over your shoulder to Harry who does not look amused one bit.

“Damn, you could act a little happier to see me.” Lindsey remarks offended by your reaction to her arrival. “Hey, Harry!” Her tone completely changed to an overexcited, flirtatious greeting to your boyfriend. You purse your lips, still holding the doorknob and not moving to let her in.

Harry just gives a tight lipped smile with a small wave, clearly not happy she’s here ruining his time with you. Lindsey pushes past you since you’re blocking the entryway, and plops down to Harry taking a chip and dipping it into the guacamole.

Not one word has been said between either of you since Harry is just taken aback by her actions, completely still next to her with his eyebrows pulled together as he watches her eat the food you made together.

“Geez, not happy to see me?” Lindsey muffles, a mouth full of guacamole. “Y/N stop being a rude bitch and get over here!” Lindsey laughs, motioning with her hand for you to come sit next to her. Harry is now glaring at her, his hands balled up into his fists and you know he hates the way she speaks to you.

“It’s not that I’m not happy to see you…just thought we said not tonight.” You mutter, walking over to sit on the opposite side of Lindsey who is not giving you room to be next to Harry.

“Yeah, but I always come over unannounced you should’ve just expected me to be here.” Lindsey shrugs, acting all buddy buddy with you in front of Harry. “You’re so quiet, Harry. Everything okay? How was tour?” Lindsey places her hand on his bicep, attempting to be a caring friend but you deem it to be different.

“Yeah—yeah jus’ happy to be home with Y/N. Haven’t had a proper night with her in ages it feels like. Tours been good, just really missed her you know.” Harry clears his throat as he speaks, implying that he really doesn’t want her here. You muffle a laugh, resting your hand by your mouth so it doesn’t slip.

Lindsey nods listening, but unaware of her burden.

“Actually, Y/N can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Lindsey focuses her attention back on you, her eyebrows raised as she motions to the kitchen just a few feet away. Sighing deeply, you get up from the couch as does Lindsey, and walk over to the kitchen. Harry just gazes at you as you walk by, his eyes pleading for you to come back into his arms, but you nod hoping talking to Lindsey will only take a minute. Harry turns the TV on to pass the time, and your heart is aching to jump back onto that couch with him.

“So, he hasn’t left you yet. Surprising.” Lindsey quipped, her demeanor immediately changing once you guys are in the kitchen.

“Why would he leave me?” You counter back, trying to speak quietly so Harry won’t hear.

“Y/N, sooner or later he’s gonna find someone better. You know it, I know it…it’s just a matter of time. His past girlfriends are all skinny models, and you’re far from it.” Lindsey casually speaks, acting as if she’s helping but really her words are cutting into you like knives.

Your insecurities start to creep up into your thoughts and as much as you know what she’s saying isn’t true, the dark thoughts are unavoidable. Being with Harry, you’ve had your fair share of hate comments from fans but hearing it from someone you’ve known for a very long time, from someone you used to trust, is much different.

“Lindsey, you’re wrong.” Your voice is shaky as tears start to prick your eyes, trying your best to defend yourself.

“Am I though? I just can’t believe that night at the club he went for you instead of me…people say I look like Kendall Jenner, and she’s way prettier.” Lindsey rambles as she shrugs her shoulders leaning into the island casually, her dark brown eyes glaring into yours making you feel small. She speaks to you like this so nonchalantly, making it seem like just best friends having a conversation when really, it’s just her insulting you over and over.

“What did you jus’ say?” Harry hisses, slamming the remote onto the coffee table making both of you jump, as he marches over to the kitchen, his jaw clenched and his green eyes darkening with anger. Lindsey is taken aback by his deep voice booming through the house, and so are you.

“I-I, um—” Lindsey starts, stuttering over her words not knowing how to explain her cruel words, and definitely not expecting Harry to overhear the conversation.

“How dare you speak to Y/N like that! How fucking cruel of you to belittle her and make her feel like she’s not good enough for me.” Harry seethes, walking closer to Lindsey step by step. Lindsey just gulps, eyes wide as she steps back from him. The anger radiating from his body doesn’t go unnoticed, and even you are a little scared of him at the moment. Harry doesn’t get angry a lot, but when he does it’s terrifying.

“Harry—”

“Shut the fuck up Lindsey! You’re so fuckin’ jealous of Y/N that you insult her over and over? S’that the case? You fuckin’ should be jealous of her, ‘cause she is way more beautiful and perfect for me, than you will ever be. She is the most amazing person on the planet, and I would never even have a distant thought of leaving her for anyone, especially not for you, a fucking bitch, of all people.” Harry fumes, rage nearly consuming him as he scolds her. “How can you call yourself a friend, let alone a fuckin’ decent human being when you treat someone like that?” Harry’s eyes are burning into Lindsey as she stands there with wide eyes still taken aback by his outburst. You, on the other hand, are feeling relieved that Harry is stepping in.

“No, you must have heard me wrong I didn’t—” Lindsey defends, trying to cover up her malicious words.

“Get the fuck out of our house.” Harry commands cutting her off, his voice moving an octave lower as his words tremble slightly with fury.

“Y/N!” Lindsey looks to you for help, but you shake your head, your eyes now piercing into hers with rage.

“Get out. I can’t be friends with a ruthless bitch.” You seethe, holding your ground. Lindsey steps back from the both of you, hurt expressed all over her face as she quickly walks to the door, closing it behind her.

Harry immediately runs to you, bringing you into his chest as he cradles you in his arms kissing the top of your head. “M’so sorry. She was terrible to you, and I didn’t notice how badly.”

“It’s okay, Harry. I should’ve stood up for myself sooner, I should’ve told you sooner. I just was scared to cut her off after being friends with her for so long, which I know is a stupid thing for me to do. She put thoughts into my head that made me doubt your love for me.” You confess, feeling ashamed with your lack of confidence, gripping onto his soft sweatshirt. Harry pulls away from the hug to look at you, both of his hands cupping your jaw as he pecks the tip of your nose with a kiss.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you. I’m so in love with you, more than I’ve ever felt with anyone else. You’re mine, and you’re perfect for me. So beautiful, inside and out. I know it get’s hard for you, with the fans and the press, but don’t ever think for a second that I don’t want you.” Harry consoles, his green eyes lightening up with twinkles again, recovering from his anger. His thumb softly caresses your cheek, and you grasp one of his hands that’s cupping your jaw holding it against your face. His words make your heart flutter still to this day, and tonight you feel like you’re falling for him all over again.

“I love you so much Harry. Thank you for standing up for me, when I couldn’t.” You praise, so thankful for him. You don’t know what you would do without him by your side.

“You’re my girl. Can’t let you get hurt.” Harry comforts, moving his hands down to your hips rubbing gently up and down your sides. You grin at his words, your heart warming more and more. Harry leans down to kiss you, his lips pressing against yours making you shiver. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, and you open your mouth slightly as he kisses you deeply moving his lips against yours as they fit together so perfectly.

“Now let’s get back to our guacamole, wanna cuddle and eat with you on the couch since I’ve missed you for months.” Harry mumbles into your mouth, playfully nipping your bottom lip making you gasp into a giggle. He leads you back to the couch, as you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you.

You’re both eyeing the dip suspiciously and you know you’re both thinking the same thing.

“I can’t eat that now. The devil touched it.” You titter, a chuckle leaving your throat. Harry throws his head back with a cackle because he probably had the same exact thoughts.

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