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missluckycharms · 3 years ago

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You, Me and Harry make three. Part Two.

Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.

Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.

This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.

Masterlist.

Part One.

Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.

A/N: Izzy and Joey are OCs! Their features will be discussed in this, if you don’t want to envision them how I write them, feel free to use your own images of them! I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I have! Harry Joey and Izzy are now my new babies, and I will protect them with my whole heart 🥺

Word count: 5.3k.

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"This place is amazing!"

"If singing on stage gives you this, sign me up for your supporting act H!"

Harry smiles and laughs watching his girls, the pair in awe running about the Italian villa he owns, hidden away amongst shrubbery and gated security, no one only Harry and his team know about this villa, it's a very secret location that Harry has done all he can to not let people find this place. It's not as grand as you would think it would be, a millionaire rockstar having a smallish Italian villa decorated mainly in old vintage Italian furniture, is not something you would hear of very often, most singers would have penthouses with the latest technology and fast cars in the driveway — not Harry, he would take this small secluded villa with a vintage convertible in the driveway over a multi million dollar penthouse with a Lamborghini in the front.

"Recognise the decor?" He asks as they both walk back in, their sunglasses pushed up into their hairs and their summer dresses flowing above their knees, their smiles bright and their arms linked as they look at Harry before them.

"No way! It's the theme we suggested for this place! Look Iz, it's the painting you suggested we buy in the art gallery last time we went to France!"

Joey says tugging Izzys arm and pointing at a large painting on the wall behind the dining table, the silhouette of a woman laying on a sofa with fabric draped over her, the sofa situated on a balcony as the sunset casts down onto her making her dark against the painting, the sunset the main focus as the arch of the balcony door in the golden hues of the sunset seeping in around the room. Harry fell in love with it in the gallery the last time they all took a trip there, Izzy grabbing his hand and pulling him towards where it was being showcased as Joey chatted to the artist about another piece that caught her eye. Harry loved the way Izzy was in awe over this work of art, he knew instantly he needed it somewhere personal and private for them all, he knew this villa he was had being done up would be the perfect place for the painting.

It was all perfect, and Harry loved it.

"I think she looks like Jo, that's why I loved it. See? The curves and the way she's laid out — confident and beautiful, it's our Jo!" Izzy says sweetly, causing Joey to kiss her head and nod for Harry to join them, the three of them all hugging and looking up at the painting, Izzy squished in the middle as Joey and Harry hold onto her with love.

"I think, we should have a wine and pasta night — right way to start our vacation, mmh?" Harry asks kissing the two girls heads, the pair looking at him with all the adoration in the world, his white goggle glasses pushed into his curly hair, his long sleeve white and navy shirt on his torso along with linen white trousers on his legs accompanied by scruffy vans with pink laces on his feet, he looked like art — if they could, they would chose him as the painting for the wall.

"Are you cooking it? Mister pasta chef?" Joey asks teasing him by brushing her nose off his, the pair close to one another as Izzy rests her head on Joey's arm looking at Harry and Joey tease one another with little kisses and lip bites filled with small laughs and breathy moans.

"I'll try my best, how about you two clean up? You both must be worn out and sweaty from our trip here" he says with a wink, kissing the two girls before disappearing off into the kitchen, a near skip in his step as he smiles heading to make dinner for him and his girls.

"I think he was jealous of our bathroom trip" Joey says as Izzy laughs blushing a little, Joey wrapping her arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead many times as they walk and laugh towards their bedroom, the bathroom awaiting them — much like the bathroom in Harry's private jet did.

As the girls fill up the bathtub, giggles and lavender filled bubbles kissing their skin as they share time together, soft innocent touches and jokes passed back and forth as they washed one another and kissed showing affection amongst many small cuddle sessions that always ended up with Izzy plastering lavender bubbles on Joey's face when she closed her eyes to relax, Joey retaliating with splashing water at Izzy as she fights back, their laughs echoing around the villa as Harry smiles to himself, his music playing not being loud enough to block out their laughs.

The kitchen is dimly lit, candles filled the space as his record player spins an old Fleetwood Mac vinyl of his, the sunset casting a slight hue through the back doors of the villa, the curtains framing the glass doors blowing slightly in the summer breeze of Italy. Harry is humming while stirring the pasta, his body filled with warmth and excitement as he prepares the meal, sauce in a pan while he cooks the pasta, flour on his apron from when he tried to make pasta from scratch from a recipe book he bought the last time he was here alone, this is the first time he's brought his girls here — it's safe to say, he'll never come here alone again, it's meant to be filled with laughs and the smell of pasta cooking while Fleetwood Mac dances around the aroma scented villa, Harry knows he can never come here alone again.

He would never want to come here alone again.

"Is that meatballs I smell?" Izzy says skipping out into the kitchen, her hair damp and Harry's black vintage Pink Floyd on her body, a pair of his boxers on her legs as shorts as she nearly dances into Harrys arms as he holds them out, turning them both so they're facing the stove, his hand stirring the sauce and meatballs with a wooden spoon as Izzy cuddles into him.

"Here, take a taste — we all know you're the meatball connoisseur" Harry laughs, holding up half a meatball covered in tomato sauce filled with herbs and spices he found. She leans forward and wraps her lips around the end of the spoon, her tongue lapping up all the sauce along with the meat as she pulls away looking at him with furrowed brows as she tastes it, swishing it about and gathering up all the flavours he's added in.

"Good?" He asks nervously, her silence deafening as she smiles, leaning over to lick the remainders off the spoon while holding eye contact with him.

"Your sauce always tastes nice, H" she says kissing his neck, holding eye contact with him as she spins around and heads back towards the bedroom, his mouth slightly open as he watches her leave, her small frame disappearing as he gulps while turning his attention back to the food.

"How's our boy getting on?" Joey asks brushing through her hair, Izzy watching her in awe sitting behind her on the bed, Joey's eyes on her in the mirror as she sits at the vanity smiling at her.

"Dancing to Stevie and making dinner, he's okay" she giggles as Joey smiles, leaving down her hairbrush and joining Izzy on their bed, another one of Harry's t shirts on her body also, a white Rolling Stones t shirt, small holes in the neck and hem of the shirt from how long Harry has owned it and wore it. Harry is obsessed with seeing them in his clothes, always telling them to wear his shirts around the house when they're all alone — he loves seeing them wrapped in his things, claiming them as his and only his.

"We should feel bad for letting him cook alone" Joey says leaning over Izzy, straddling her waist as her chin knocks against their forehead gently to signal for her to lay down, her brown damp hair fanning around her head as Joey rests above her, smiling down softly at her as they bask in one another's presence in the warm golden hue of the lamps on the bed side tables.

"He insisted, he loves to cook" Izzy says sighing when Joey connects their lips, Izzys hands coming up to cup her face as Joey holds onto her thigh with one hand and cradling her head with the other, her nails scratching at her scalp as Izzys thighs lock around Joey's waist and holding her against her more as they kiss slowly and passionately, the pair smiling and worshiping one another as they listen to Harry softy sing in the kitchen cooking them all dinner.

They're all in bliss, their safe haven being their only escape from the world and the only time they can all be alone and show one another how much they care for each other. Sure they have their alone times in hotel rooms and back stage, but it's nothing like being locked away in a villa in a country that isn't demanding Harry to be on talk shows and random small interviews here and there, it's a place where they can just relax and not care about the beady eyes of the public and Jeff banging down the doors demanding Harry being at a certain place. This is the second vacation all three have spend together, the first being in Spain and now they're here, they've all preferred secluded small villas to grand luxurious hotel suites looking over the whole City of Venice.

The small villa with two gardens filled with flowers, trees and a small patch where Harry said he would one day grow his own vegetables if he gets to stay here that long, he wants to grow his own food to be able to make authentic dishes for his pasta loving girlfriends — this villa is enough for him, and he would never want to have a luxurious life filled with money and expensive clothes and furniture that probably would break if you touched it, Harry doesn't want that — he wants a vintage decorated villa, filled with flowers out front while Stevie sings around the building on vinyl as his girls laugh, almost in tune with every song as he cooks and treats them like he wants to, treat them like his lovers — and one day, like his wives.

"Came to get you two for dinner, but looks like you're getting to dessert without me" Harry says from the doorframe, his body leaned on it as he stands with his flour covered apron, a smile on his lips as the girls pause and look at him, Joey nearly between Izzys thighs as they laugh and blush looking at him.

"Come on, dinners served Madams!" Harry jokes leading them both to where he's set up, the back garden is filled with fairy lights, the bushes and trees decorated in the small lights as the table sits in a small patch of grass amongst all the high bushes and trees, shielding them from any prying eyes that could be near by.

"I think we're underdressed for this" Joey says looking at hers and Izzys current states, the pair only wearing Harrys t shirts and his boxers as shorts, Harry beside them with a stained apron and his clothes from this morning when they flew over.

"Who says? Tonight, I actually decided the theme is half naked and drunk on Italian wine" he shrugs leading them to their chairs, the girls smiling and laughing as the places one kiss to their lips each, their smiles never fading as Harry excuses himself, leaving his girls under the fairy lights as they look around in awe at the garden.

He soon strides out, only in his long sleeve shirt and boxers, dishes in his hands filled with their meal as the pair laugh and cheer in excitement and also whistling for their boyfriend who's half naked dishing them their dinner, his confidence sky rocketing as his girls take him in, complementing him and his food as he passes out a plate to them, leaving one at his place at the table as he wanders back inside, Izzy shouting about how his bum looks while Joey laughs about how "biteable his British bum looks" Harry will never get tired of her saying that to him.

Their dinner is filled with laughs, complements thrown at Harry for his cooking and wine filled jokes and stories about their times together, Izzy acting out how Harry first reacted to Joey using a strap on, on him and Joey acting out how Harry drunkenly tried to sing for the two, half naked and using a shampoo bottle as a mic as the pair sat half asleep in the bed, their boyfriend after waking them up by belting a mashup of any song he could think of at three in the morning in their hotel room — it's safe to say it's one of their favourite memories together even if Harry only half remembers it.

Their tipsy jokes and random touches has lead them to their bedroom, Harry tied up to the headboard as Joey straddles Izzy at the end of the bed, the pair putting on a show as Harry whines and rattles his hands against the handcuffs to try and break free to touch them, his underwear suffocating his erection as he watches the girls fully naked touching and kissing one another, clearly getting off on how Harry is reacting to watching them, his body covered in sweat as he whines and curses into the air.

"You can whine all you want baby boy, but you're ours tonight, you do as you're told, got it?" Joey says as she pants slightly, Izzy suckling on her nipples and kissing her breasts as Joey speaks to Harry, her eyes on him as he bites his lip and nods obsessively at her.

"Yes, yes I'll do as I'm told" he says as Joey smiles, grasping Izzys hair in her fingers and pressing her face closer to her breasts as she keeps her eyes on Harry, knowing it drives him wild when she does this.

"Yes who?" She says as Izzy reacts to this also, her small whines coming out in tune with Harrys as they both curse and look at Joey with glassy eyes and their full attention on her.

"Yes, mommy" Harry says slowly, his head foggy and only focused on Joey and Izzy, his body feels like jelly as he smiles lazily and bites his lip watching his girls please one another in front of him.

"Good boy" she hums out, taking Izzy off her breasts lightly and laying her down on her back, her eyes on the small girl as she smiles in response, her bottom lip between her teeth as Joey lowers herself, kissing her body as she goes lower and lower towards where Izzy needs her most.

Harry is whining and tugging against the handcuffs as Joey eats Izzy out, Izzys own moans coming out and mixing in the air with Harrys as Joey feeds off their reactions, Izzy falling apart on her tongue as Harry falls apart only by looking at them, he's pretty sure he could cum just by looking at them — it's happened before, both girls ended up loving it and he ended up loving being humiliated by the pair as he whined into their mouths with his underwear filled with his own cum in the back of a limo on their way home from an event, the windows tinted but they all love the thrill of being found out as they're all on top of one another in a limo.

"Look at him Iz, getting hard by looking at you getting your pretty cunt ate" Joey says pulling away to slip her fingers into Izzys cunt, coaxing her towards her second orgasm of the night as Izzy moans and squirms about on the bed, much like Harry is at the top of the bed, his arms clattering in the metal against the headboard as Joey holds eye contact with him as she dips back down to suck at Izzys clit.

"Please, let me touch you both, mommy please" he whines as Izzy moans out loudly, her second high washing over her as Joey licks and laps up her release with a smile kissing her thighs as she rides her through her high, the pair glistening in sweat as they pleasure one another before their boyfriend who's about to fall apart watching it all.

"Mommy, Haz wants go touch himself" Izzy speaks up, Joey worshipping her body as Izzy looks at Harry clenching his own thighs together, trying anything to get some relief as he's restrained to the headboard.

"Should we let him? Let him touch his cock and watch us have some fun?" Joey says looking at Izzy who's pleading for Harry, needing to see him touch himself as Joey smiles at her.

"Alright baby girl, you let Haz out and I'll get our special toy we love, okay?" She instructs Izzy who's crawling towards a frustrated Harry who's covered in sweat and needing someone to touch him. She lets him free with the click of a key in the lock of the cuffs, Joey grabbing hers and Izzys favourite toy from their toy bag they bring with them everywhere — it's a double sided blue dildo, Harry loves it when they use it before him, they even face time him and use it while he's away on his own, his hand tugging at his cock as he watches them through a screen falling apart on their favourite toy.

Harry is loving it, watching them now in person, holding onto one another as they use the dildo together, their clits brushing off one another's as they move along the toy, Harry being instructed to touch himself but not to cum, Joey insisting that he be edged until she can finally fuck him. The girls are whining and moaning as they brush up against one another as they move, one of Joey's legs up on Izzys shoulders as both of Izzys legs hug Joey's waist while Joey's other leg rests around Izzys back holding her up against her body a little, preventing her from falling down in pleasure.

"Look so good, gonna cum all over myself just by looking at you both" Harry moans out, his hand lazily stroking his cock as Joey laughs while biting her lip looking at him, Izzy moaning away as Joey holds onto her, rocking their lips back and forth as they please one another.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over yourself like you did that night in the limo? Poor baby couldn't even hold it in, came just by watching his girls make out" Joey teases him as Harry whines at her words, loving how she humiliates him yet again, his hand squeezing his cock to prevent himself from cumming just by listening to the words falling from her swollen plumped up lips.

Both Izzy and Joey fall apart on the toy, Harry nearly cumming along with them but when he earns a slap to his thigh by Joey he soon collects himself and tries to hold it off in the hopes that he gets some action too, the curly haired man coated in sweat biting his tongue to hold off on saying the wrong thing that could lead to him going to sleep hard and frustrated while his girls sleep peacefully around him, content and satisfied.

"Think he deserves to have his ass played with Iz? Think he deserves to have Mommy's tongue in his hole?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, the pair now kissing and laying beside one another on the bed as Harry watches them with pleading eyes.

"Yes mommy, he's been a good boy for you, want to watch you eat his hole" Izzy sighs out as Joey kisses her hard before slapping her Sensitive cunt with a laugh earning her a squeal and laugh from Izzy in return as she scurries up beside Harry, Joey watching as Harry whines into Izzys mouth as they kiss desperately.

"Good girl, giving Harry your pretty lips" Joey hums sitting in front of the pair, leaning over to brush Izzys hair out of the way as her and Harry whine into one another's mouths, tongues and teeth clashing as Joey observes them with a smile over how submissive the two of them are for her.

"Been such a good boy H, think you deserve my mouth. On your knees, and put that pretty ass up in the air" Joey instructs him, Izzy breaking away from him as he jumps into position, his head against the sheets as Izzy sits in front of him, brushing the curls from his face and littering small kisses all over him as Joey slaps his ass a few times to rile him up even more.

"Such a pretty hole. Desperate for it aren't ya baby boy? Clenching around nothing" Joey hums out as she runs her thumb over his hole, hearing his whines against the sheets as Izzy smiles and cooes at him while Joey bends down, running her tongue over his hole as he clutches onto the bed sheets.

"Doing so good mommy, Haz is tearing up over your tongue. Does it feel good?" She says to Joey and then looking down at Harry who now has his head in her lap, his cheek against her thigh as she runs her thumb over his cheeks soothing him as he desperately squirms under Joey's touch as she licks into his hole behind him.

"Feels s'good, fucking hell" he moans out loudly when Joey finally slips her fingers into him, the bottle of lube being discarded onto the bed beside them as Harry holds onto Izzys thighs while burying his head in her thighs also, moaning loudly from the pleasure as Izzy holds onto him, making eye contact with Joey every now and then as she happily licks and fingers Harry's hole just how he likes it.

"That's it baby, take mommy's fingers" Joey moans out watching as Harrys hole takes her fingers like nothing, his moans loud as she curls them up and hits off his prostate which sends him into a frenzy, his cock hard and leaking between his legs as he fights off his orgasm like Joey is demanding him to do, his thighs being slapped everytime she knows he's close to letting go.

"He needs to cum so badly mommy, can he cum?" Izzy asks Joey innocently, her eyes glassy and her lips swollen from biting down on them watching Harry fall apart as he rests his head on her thighs, his eyes looking up into hers as he silently pleads with her to ask can he cum.

"He's not cumming until Mommy puts her special cock into his hungry hole" Joey says through gritted teeth as she moans out watching as Harry squirms and moans for her, pleading with her to let him cum as they all look desperately at one another.

"Gonna go and get our special toy baby, Izzy keep our boy company" Joey instructs as Izzy bends down to engage in hers and Harrys own quiet conversation, small laughs and whispers heard amongst kisses as Joey smiles fondly, gathering up her strap on and pulling it up onto her as Izzy showers Harry in delicate kisses as he basks in all the attention, loving the adoration all over him.

It's only a few more minutes before Harry is losing his mind on the bed, his hands clutching onto Izzys thighs as she rubs his back and runs her fingers through her hair, Joey behind Harry pounding into him with her strap on as she praises him to no end, Harry loving the praise and attention as he gets ruined by his two girls.

"You love this, don't you? Getting fucked in the ass, wonder what your fans would think if they knew this, Harry Styles begging to be fucked in the ass and desperate to cum" Joey says which causes Harry to moan out loudly, Joey's hand joining izzys in his hair as she pulls on his hair erupting a growl from his chest at the feeling.

"Bet they'd all go crazy knowing you love to call me Mommy also, they'd love to know how fucking desperate to cum you get and how needy you are for a cock up your ass" Izzy moans at Joey's words also, the pair getting off at her words as she gives it her all, her hips snapping up against Harrys as his cock rests on the sheets rubbing off the soft cotton with each thrust of her hips.

"They'd also love how he likes to be called daddy, right mommy?" Izzy joins in on Harrys humiliation, his lazy smile up at Izzy as she joins in, almost proud of her as Joey holds the same smile, their quiet girl being vocal in bed is something they love, they know how hard it is for her to be like this, so when a few filthy words slip from her lips they both beam at her like she just learned how to talk for the first time.

"That's right Iz, they'd go crazy if they knew what a whore our baby boy is in bed, how kinky he really is and how much he loves to be man handled by his girls" Joey says as Izzy beams happily at her, the girl proud of herself for making them both smile and for speaking out loud in bed, especially when her words earned her a moan from Harry that sent shivers up her spine over how desperate he sounded.

"M'gonna cum, harder mommy please!" He begs out as Joey pounds into him harder, Izzy immediately reaching under his hips to grab his cock as Harry catches her nipple in his mouth, her breasts in his face as she strokes his cock, his moans vibrating through Izzy as Joey moans watching them both moan at one another at the head of the bed.

Joey's hands dig harder into Harrys waist, his ass jiggling as she pounds into him from behind, his body coated in sweat as her red hand prints are clearly visible on his cheeks from earlier, his body shaking as he nears his high, toes curling against the sheets as Joey doesn't stop moving, her own body coated in sweat as she puts power behind her thrusts to get their boyfriend to cum, every thrust she sends into him causing the dildo to brush against his prostate sending him into a frenzy.

"Pump him harder Iz, he's almost there, aren't you baby boy? Gonna cum all over Izzys hand and the sheets, yeah?" Joey asks as Harry moans out with a nod, his hands desperately gripping onto Izzys thighs and his mouth sucking her nipple as Izzy moans out at the feeling, stroking his cock faster and harder, Harrys hand rutting against her hand and the sheets.

"Fucking him so good mommy, come on Haz, cum for me and mommy" Izzy spits out as she moans at the feeling of Harry sucking on her nipples, Harry finally letting go at the sound of her dirty talking, it's not expected from her but when she doesn't spit out a few curses or dirty words it sends him and Joey over the edge, their innocent girlfriend talking dirty is something they never knew could make them crumble so quickly.

"Thank you mommy, thank you, thank you" he slurs out when Joey pulls out, his head of curls resting on Izzys thighs as she pulls the curls from his sweaty forehead, her fingers separating each curl from being matted together with sweat as Joey cleans off the dildo and runs to get a wash cloth to clean him up — Harry having his own washcloth, a light blue one, Izzy having a lilac one while Joey has a dark purple one, each one of them having their own colours.

"I know bub, just bare with me, just need to clean you up" Joey cooes out while wiping his hole and cock, Harry hissing and groaning over how sensitive he is right now, his lips kissing small kisses over Izzys thighs as Joey smiles at their small interaction.

"Did so good for us H, need to come back to me now yeah?" Joey says as Izzy kisses his face to try and coax him out of his sub space, his eyes hooded and tear filled as Izzy tries to help him come back.

"Mommy, thank you" he slurs out which causes Joey to throw his washcloth into the laundry hamper and crawl up beside him and wrap her arm around his back, flipping him over so he's half laying on each of their laps as they look down at him.

"No H, it's Joey now, come back to me, come back to Joey baby" she says soothing him quietly, his eyes falling closed before his mind finally clears of the fog that filled it, his smile wide in his blissed out state as he begins to come back.

"M'back now" he mumbles out as the two girls laugh a little, kissing him as he smiles lazily wrapping his arms around their thighs as they rest against the headboard with Harry in their laps.

"Think it's time for a bath. H, you follow Izzy and she'll get the bath ready while I clean up in here, okay?" Joey says instructing them all once again, the pair disappearing into the bathroom, Harry having to be held up by Izzy which was comical to watch, her small frame trying to keep his tall one up as her head rests on his bicep trying to guide him.

Their small conversation and laughs are heard from the bathroom, the water running and the smell of Harry's favourite lavender bath salts filling their noses as Joey pulls of the messy sheets, pulling on some new ones and quickly joining her babies in the bathroom, the pair now in the bath and splashing one another with water, Izzy resting against Harrys chest between his legs as they leave a space in front of her for where Joey usually sits, Izzy usually being sandwiched between the two as they all relax together.

"Room for one more?" Joey asks which causes them all to smile, remembering how she said those exact words when she saw Izzy and Harry making out across the room in the club two years ago, from then on, they never once regretted saying ...

"Always room for one more"

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thatshithurted8 · 3 years ago

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Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection.

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements.

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over.

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog.

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent.

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.”

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out.

“Zeus! Where are you boy?”

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on.

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before.

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him.

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them?

“I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen.

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you.

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused.

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest.

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along.

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.”

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more.

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other.

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face.

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable.

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.”

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase.

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities.

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.”

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream.

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother.

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch.

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip.

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking.

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full.

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream.

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust.

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.”

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.”

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach.

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.”

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you.

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled.

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch.

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself.

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him.

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that.

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok.

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while.

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories.

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind.

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller.

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you.

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years.

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena.

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up.

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one.

Yea ofc.

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other.

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door.

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts.

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!”

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found.

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed.

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you?

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?”

“In here!”

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from.

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act.

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.”

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera.

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him.

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals.

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie.

“Her name is Hera.”

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok.

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face.

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots.

“City boy?” You breathe out.

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chaseatinydream · 4 years ago

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pirate king (41) || atz

“Chin Hae, can you pass me the salt?”

“Coming right up!” You call over the rattle of the pans, grabbing the wooden bottle from the shelf and tossing it over your shoulder without a second glance. Seonghwa catches it easily without turning around, the two of you already so attuned with each other’s actions in the kitchen that you might as well be telepathic.

“Thanks!” He tells you and you nod, knowing that even though he can’t see it, he’ll somehow sense it anyway. The fragrance of steak and chicken marinated with spices and wild onions grilling over a charcoal fire wafts into the air and you breathe in appreciatively.

You’re almost salivating at the very thought of eating it already, the tantalizing smell lingering on in your mouth.

“Your cooking is amazing, you know that, Seonghwa-oppa?”

The cook smiles shyly, shaking his head as he prepares the stir fried vegetables in the pan, seasoning them lightly with salt. Not too much, Seonghwa always tells you, because salt has a strong taste and he wants people to appreciate the original flavour of the food. Enhance, not replace, as he likes to say.

“I did grow up intending to be a chef and cook lots of delicious food for customers.” He says wistfully, and for a moment you’re brought back to that beach on Nassau, watching Seonghwa as he chose to stay with the Treasure. Then his smile broadens gently as he puts the vegetables on a plate, hand stilling in the air for a moment. “But it’s more fulfilling to cook for people I love.”

You can’t help but beam back at him. Seonghwa is truly too sweet for this pirate life, you think as you chop up the chives finely to use as garnishing. He looks at your work proudly.

“You’ve really improved by leaps and bounds.” Seonghwa praises you, one hand ruffling your hair like a proud older brother. You laugh as he moves to the charcoal oven to take out the pieces of grilled meat, shaking your head in amusement.

“You’re not lying out of the kindness of your heart like the last time, are you?” You jibe teasingly, referring back to the time San had described your cooking to be akin to “fish innards”. Seonghwa assumes a perfectly innocent face faster than you can blink, piling slabs of perfectly grilled meat high on a tray.

“I didn’t lie. You did improve greatly… with plenty more room for improvement.”

You throw the pepper grinder at him playfully, but he catches it without blinking an eye and seasons the grilled meat to perfection. Now the food is finally done.

As if on cue, your stomach growls loudly and the door creaks opens to reveal Yunho, his head peeking in between the crack.

“Hey, hyung, is dinner ready?” He smiles that beagle like grin, hopping up and down excitedly on each foot as he sniffs the air hungrily. You swear that you had thought cooking was an easy job at first, but cooking for so many hungry men on board a pirate ship put fighting a battle to shame.

Seonghwa shakes his head good naturedly as he passes Yunho the platter of meat. “It would have been done a lot faster if you had offered to help, Yunho-ah.”

The lookout shrugs, but there’s a mischievous grin on his face that spells trouble. “I’ve got to leave you some job to do, otherwise you’d be useless on this ship, hyung.”

Seonghwa sputters in outrage and draws his meat cleaver, but Yunho ducks out into the galley stairway before the knife can find his head, the blade sinking into the wooden door instead.

“Come back here, you coward!” Seonghwa shrieks, but Yunho’s laughter only echoes down the hallway after him.

You raise a hand to your mouth to stifle your giggles, picking up the plate of vegetables and tugging lightly on his arm. “Come on, Seonghwa-oppa. Let’s go before all your steak is eaten.”

At the very horrifying thought, Seonghwa starts in fright and throws off his apron, before flying up the stairs so fast you would’ve thought the kitchen was on fire. Shaking your head in amusement, you climb the stairs after him at a more sedately pace, balancing the plate carefully in your hands.

The night air is cool upon your face as you step onto the main deck, a steady breeze tugging at your hair. You set the plate of vegetables on the deck and the crew all move forward to take their servings, thanking you one by one with smiles.

Your heart warms in your chest. You just want to stay this way forever.

“Woah, there’s chicken! And beef!” Wooyoung’s voice is right next to your ear as he glances over your shoulder at the menu for the night, clearly excited. You smile at his childlike excitement.

“You should eat before Seonghwa-oppa takes all the beef, Wooyoung-oppa.”

At your words, you see Wooyoung’s cheeks colour a little even in the dim light of the torches, making his face look rosy. He puffs out his cheeks at you.

“I know you’re just doing it to tease me, Chin Hae.” He tries to sound stern, but then an uncontrollable grin breaks through his pout. “But don’t stop doing it.”

You quirk your eyebrows playfully at him as you brush your hair out of your eyes. The wind really is very strong today. Wooyoung’s bright green eyes dart over to your hand immediately and his lips pull into a brief frown.

You’re about to ask him why the sudden change in expression when he reaches into your belt and pulls out the silver hairpin he’d given you so long ago that day in Tortuga.

“Wooyoung-oppa, what are you-” You begin to say, but then he moves behind you, gentle fingers gathering errant strands and brushing through your hair softly.

“Don’t move.” His warm voice whispers past your ear as he concentrates on twisting your hair together into some elaborate braid, tugging lightly before sliding the hairpin in to keep the knot in place. Satisfied with his work, he steps back, tucking one last strand behind your ear gently, fingers lingering there for a moment before pulling away.

You raise a hand to touch the hairdo in surprise. It’s actually very well done, a beautiful braid wrapping around itself to form a simple updo. You glance at Wooyoung in surprise, who’s smiling proudly at his creation.

“How are you so good at this, oppa?” You remark, stunned by his skill, but then you see his face fall minutely, a shadow flickering across his eyes. His smile turns a little sad, a little lost as his hands fall to his sides, the sound of the chains clanging strangely loud in your ears.

“Maybe I’ll tell you another time.” He shakes his head, but before your can press him further, there’s the strum of a guitar chord ringing through the night air. You glance behind you in surprise to see Jongho sitting there with an acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming a few random chords to warm up his fingers.

Wooyoung’s eyes light up immediately.

“Oh, they’re about to start a song!” He cheers, taking you by the arm and pulling you forward. You stumble after him as Yunho takes his place in the centre of the circle that the crew has formed, all shouting song requests to the younger battlemaster.

“They’re the battlemaster music team.” Yeosang whispers in your ear as he joins you and Wooyoung at the front, watching Yunho go around listening to the crew’s requests intently. You frown, but before you can say anything else, Jongho’s strumming suddenly picks up a lively tune.

“I can make your hands clap~”

Everyone on the ship claps in time to the beat and to your surprise, the crew all start chanting one name.

“Go Captain! Go Captain! Go Captain!”

Glancing about you, you barely spot your captain’s horrified face next to yours before Wooyoung grabs him by the arm and shoves him into the middle of the circle, the crew breaking out in a round of applause. Your captain looks around frantically with a chicken skewer hanging out of his mouth.

“Now come on guys, let’s not do this-” He begins, but then everyone starts whistling and singing along, and your captain in the end, with a defeated smile on his face, does some strange dance that looks as if he’s running on the spot, before he finishes off with an attempt at a handstand.

“You’re so cool, captain!” San screams and Hongjoong throws the skewer stick at him.

It doesn’t matter how silly he looks, because all his crew absolutely adores him and breaks out in cheers. With an embarrassed smile you’ve never seen on your captain, he hops out of the circle and pushes Mingi in instead.

You’ve never seen the silent quartermaster so energetic, because the second he steps into the circle he’s singing along and gesturing for everyone to follow him as he claps.

“I can make your hands clap!” And he can indeed, because everyone does imitate him, cheering and clapping along.

Yunho comes in with a some strange dance that involves hopping from one foot to the other while saluting, but it’s when Seonghwa is pushed into the centre of the circle, ready to dance his heart out, the music abruptly stops.

Seonghwa gives the biggest baby pout you’ve seen, and that’s almost enough to send you into fits of hysterical laughter.

There’s an awkward silence as everyone turns to stare at Jongho.

The maknae looks up from his guitar in surprise. “Ahh… sorry, I just thought one string was off key.”

But there’s a little quirk to the side of his mouth that you don’t quite believe.

The song switches up again and everyone’s back to dancing once more, Wooyoung jumping into the circle completely of his own volition, doing some “sexy” stretching that you’re laughing too hard over, shaking your head in amusement.

The night ends with Seonghwa breaking out a barrel of rum, announcing that he felt that the atmosphere was lively and they needed something to help the crew sleep.

He clearly doesn’t know his crew mates well enough.

San is doing the same ridiculous dance from before, except this time he actually managed to find two star anise herbs from the galley and put them on his chest. It fits your dream from before almost too accurately and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

Mingi is bawling his eyes out in a corner of the ship with a tankard of rum in hand, screaming to the skies and demanding that Hongjoong should be blessed with a better life. You smile in amusement and turn around to search for Yunho and Wooyoung, and there they are again, screaming drunken insults at each other from their respective masts.

From here you can faintly hear the same nicknames ‘Poo Young’ and ‘Yun Hoe’ drifting over the wind and an amused smile tugs at your mouth. Just as you’re considering going over to break up their argument, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

Surprised, you turn around to see Yeosang standing there, holding out a tankard to you with a smile on his face.

“Drink with me?”

You’ve never really drunk any alcohol before, but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. Taking the tankard in hand, you look into it and are surprised to see a fruity juice inside instead of alcohol.

Seeing the confused look on your face, Yeosang explains. “I know you’ve never tried alcohol before, so I made a fruit juice earlier from apples and oranges and added just a little rum to it so you won’t get a hangover tomorrow.”

Your heart warms at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you, Yeosang-oppa.”

The two of you huddle together against the cold at the port side of the ship, the wood of the bulwarks shielding you from the biting winds. You lift the tankard to your lips hesitantly and take a sip, to your pleasant surprise, it tastes just like a well blended fruit juice, with just a tiny nip of alcohol to take the edge off the cold.

Yeosang has some hidden kitchen skills you’ve never known about.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until Yeosang finally breaks it.

“So, I heard that you gave up on your memories.”

You start a little in surprise, turning to look at the navigator. You’d never told anyone on board about what the sea witch had said, merely telling them that you’d die if you regained your memories, not wanting to tell them exactly how tempted you had been to do it anyway. Fortunately, no one had asked too much about it, but that Yeosang is finally confronting it, you feel like you should give him the truth.

“I really wanted to accept it, you know?” You murmur softly as you take another sip, watching the rest of the crew fool around the deck, laughing and singing drunken songs. It’s cold, so you curl a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. One of his arms comes up to encircle you, pulling you to him.

“I know.” He answers, and you know he does. Since the time the two of you had brushed death together, Yeosang can simply understand what you’re feeling like no one else, sensing the thoughts that pass your mind. You pause for a moment to sort out your thoughts.

“I thought I’d feel sad after I left the island, you know?” You whisper softly to him. You’re starting to feel a little drowsy, a warm heaviness settling over you like a thick blanket. “But I don’t regret it in the least. Not even a little.”

You can feel Yeosang’s smile more than you see it.

“I’m glad.” He says, and you know that he genuinely is. That’s the kind of man Yeosang is, pure, kind hearted, a gentle soul in every sense of the word. Your eyes close and you settle against him, basking in his warmth, feeling the buzz of alcohol in your limbs.

Yeosang hums a light tune and you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me and other times I feel like I should go… and through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets, and when you're gone we want you all to know…”

Apparently Yeosang also has some singing skills you’ve never known about either.

Yeosang’s voice is deep and soothing, washing over your ears. You’re clinging onto his words as you slip into your dreams, hoping one day you can see Jongho and he sing together.

You brought back into consciousness by a gentle rocking motion and the feeling of warm arms around you, something hard digging into your back. The person carrying you shifts a little, adjusting himself so that you’re nestled more comfortably in his arms.

“Did I wake you up?” His voice is soft in your ears and you merely curl deeper into him, burying your face into his chest, still in that sleepy stupor. He chuckles a little as he continues moving forward, raising a leg to unlatch a door expertly with his foot.

The door to the sickbay, you realise drowsily, as the person carrying you ducks inside, careful not to knock your head on the doorframe. His boots thump softly on the floorboards, an oddly familiar jingling sound in your ears.

It’s only when he sets you down on your bed do you realise who it is.

“Wooyoung-oppa?” You ask, a little too tipsy and drowsy to think properly. A hand reaches down to your hair and he slides the hairpin out of your hairdo, placing the accessory on the bedside table.

Wooyoung smiles fondly at you for a moment, even though you can’t see it, one hand running through your hair to free it from its braid. “No, it’s the dream fairy. Go back to sleep, Chin Hae.” With one last glance over his shoulder, he stands up and turns to leave, but then something stops him.

“Don’t go.” You mumble, one hand reaching up to catch his wrist. He freezes under your touch, squeezing his eyes tight against the memories that flood his mind of scarlet lipstick, painted nails dragging down his back leaving bright red marks on his skin. Scars upon scars upon scars, bruises and kisses over the same places on his body until there is no more space for more-

No. He forces those thoughts from his mind, willing the fear built into his body to understand. You’re different. You wouldn’t hurt him… you won’t hurt him. That’s why he lets you take his hand every time you reach for it with a smile, praying that you build new, brighter memories over the dark rooms and suffocating perfume that linger in his mind, hoping that one day, he might be free.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turns to glance at your sleeping form with a pained smile. Then he bends down, dropping a brief, chaste kiss to your forehead, before tugging the covers over you.

“It’s dangerous to say those kind of things to a man, you know.” He chides you gently, even though you’re already lost in your dreams, eyes shut, chest rising evenly with each breath. He still tells you this, even though he knows full well you’re not afraid of him in the least bit.

In fact, the one in danger of being hurt is probably him.

What are you doing to me, Chin Hae?

Wooyoung sighs in exasperation at his thoughts, shaking his head, but his thoughts turn to something darker. If even battle hardened Mingi had feared that part of him, if even Seonghwa and San couldn’t handle him, what more you? If he ever let you see the other side of him, if he scared you away… what would he do then?

“I can’t.” He whispers to himself. The words are like a weight in his chest, but they’re the truth.

He can’t ever let you see that part of him.

He sucks in a deep breath, bowing his head for a moment as he collects himself. He’s got to fight it, no matter what happens. He needs to only show you the happy, joyful Wooyoung, the Wooyoung that gave you the pin with an earnest smile, the Wooyoung that kept you safe in Nassau. He can’t let you see it. He can’t scare you away. He can’t hurt you, or he’d never forgive himself.

“I need to keep her safe.”

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commander-hanji-zoe · 5 years ago

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Do you have any headcanons on veterans x reader on quarantine lockdown headcanons. Baking, Reading, Exercising?

Ohhhh I have so many! Thank you for this ask ❤️ One of these days I’ll master the art of answering a head canon question quickly and with shorter answers. But today is not the day! There’s a few nsfw bits under the cut. This is over 3k words....how??

Mike

Mike is fond of long lay-ins, it’s what he lives for at the weekend. He loves you so much and enjoys nothing more than being comfy and snuggly under a duvet with you. Eating breakfast, watching Netflix, just chilling and enjoying one another’s company. So during lock down there’s gonna be a lot of time in comfy PJ’s lazing around in bed.

Mike loves cooking and cooking shows! The two of you have a date night once a week where you cook together. You always light some candles, listen to jazz and have a glass of wine or two while cooking. One week you try making your own sushi, the next it’s Jamaican curry, then it’s pizza night! Trying new things is something you both love (both in and out of the bedroom *cough* more on that later.

When restrictions are eased a little and you’re allowed to sit outside/drive for exercise, the two of you take a long countryside drive together and find a quiet secluded spot where you can sit and have a picnic and watch the clouds go by.

I see Mike as a guitar kinda guy, so he’ll teach you if you don’t play and if you do, the two of you will enjoy spending some time writing songs together and playing along to your favourite rock and indie tunes.

You enjoy watching live acoustic gigs and concerts which are being streamed by artists and comedians etc. Mike encourages you to get dressed up with him, you have drinks while watching and often end up dancing as if you were at a gig in person.

Binge listening to podcasts together ‘The Magnus Archive,’ ‘Welcome to Nightvale’ and ‘MaMbBam’ being favourites.

Star-gazing. Sitting outdoors at night, during the day the two of you will spend time in your garden but it’s night time you really enjoy it the most. Sitting outside on a blanket and with another over you, you make sure all the lights inside are turned off so you can enjoy watching the stars, moon, planets, satellites etc above you. You often have a glass of wine or a cocktail as you sit out there, sometimes you fall asleep in Mike’s arms so he’ll carry you up to bed.

Finally Mike is very good at giving you personal space, while he loves taking up new hobbies with you and spending time doing things you love together, he also knows you both need your space. It makes the time you do spend together so much sweeter.

Erwin

Even though you don’t need to go out to work, Erwin is still up early. When he wakes he showers and then prepares for the day by making you both a delicious breakfast. Think poached eggs, grapefruit, french toast, yoghurt and fruit etc. He likes listening to the radio over watching TV first thing in the morning so you have that on for a bit.

You enjoy daily workouts together (with Saturday or Sunday off). Erwin takes them unsurprisingly seriously, however, he does make them fun. The two of you will have little competitions with one another and Erwin creates a workout playlist for you - it’s an eclectic mix and includes songs that you both end up singing along to.

Erwin loves to play the Piano but due to his work he only usually touches it a few times a month if that. With lockdown he starts playing daily, there’s a few times when you wake up and he’s already practising - it really is beautiful. Sometimes if he knows you’re watching he may stop playing, or at least change what he’s playing to something you know so you can sing along or join in. If you’re quiet though you can stand in the door for 5-10 minutes without him realising and he’ll continue to play classical music.

As well as the home workouts you try to go out once a week for a run, as much as Erwin just wants to get on he would never leave you behind if you’re struggling to keep up and will wait for you (he’s a gentleman after all).

Canvas painting, sometimes Erwin struggles with getting out or showing his emotions, after doing virtual tours of art galleries online you suggest ordering a canvas, some acrylic paint and palette knives. It’s amazing the level of emotion you see pour out of yourself and Erwin onto the canvas, it’s incredibly therapeutic so you order more canvasses.

The two of you really enjoy binge watching documentary shows - you know the second Tiger King came out Erwin was all over that. There’s this side to Erwin that not everyone gets to see, or at least when they do it’s very rare. But during lockdown you get to experience it more frequently, he really does have a great sense of human and likes to have fun. While he enjoys documentaries about WW2, science (Unabomber: in his own words is also on the list) things like Tiger King, Dark Tourist and Louis Theroux docs are also a guilty pleasure.

The two of you will spend some evenings laying chess by candle light with a glass of whiskey.

Levi

I feel to say that you’ll be cleaning a lot is a little obvious and I actually think that for the most part Levi would prefer to crack on with that on his own - it gives him peace of mind and it’s something he has control over. He enjoys it

Together however, expect DIY Projects or painting/decorating. There’s things the two of you have talked about doing for ages and never gotten round to, now you have the perfect excuse. From painting a feature wall in your living quarters to making a little step wooden step ladder for the garden that you can put potted plants on. The two of you use your time to get creative around the home.

Dancing - the form of fitness you decide to take up is dance. At first Levi scoffs at the idea but then when he realises what a work out it actually is and how much strength and flexibility is required for some of the tutorials you’re following, he’s game. The two of you end up choreographing a dance together - it’s super cute (and hot in places - oops)

You’re the kind of couple others are jealous of because you just work so well together, spending the perfect amount of time doing things together and apart.

Being a lover of tea, Levi decides to educate you on the many different types by subscribing to a ‘tea lovers’ subscription box. You take the time to sit with him and really enjoy each tea, just talking with no noise from the radio or TV.

Levi likes to put together tapas or cheese tasting boards, he chooses the food for the main, you put together a starter or dessert and pick the wine that goes with the flavours he’s mixing. Together it’s like a perfect harmony. You set the table, light candles, listen to jazz and it’s almost as if you’re at one of your favourite restaurants.

Watching Horror movies, you’ve probably seen every horror movie on Netflix, Amazon Prime etc. which is available to stream come the end of lockdown. Horror was actually how you met, you were at the cinema to see ‘Hereditary’ and none of your friends wanted to come with you so you went alone. Levi and his friends (the other vets) were in the same screen and sat next to you. So now Levi is strangely sentimental about horror movies. There’s cuddling up under blankets in the living room and plenty of popcorn along with movie themed cocktails.

Video calls to your friends, you do more of the talking but Levi sits by you throughout and occasionally joins in. He’s loathed to admit it but he really likes seeing everyone’s faces and hearing their voices.

Moblit

Moblit has a large collection of puzzles, a few were completed when he was younger but a lot of them aren’t. He used to get frustrated with them but always wanted to finish them so he could frame them and put them up around the house. When lockdown happened you think it’s the perfect opportunity for the two of you to work on them together and help him out. Turns out it’s actually a lot of fun and a pretty good was

Baking! You both love the Great British Bake Off, before lock-down you were always talking about how you wanted to give the recipes a try but of course something else always came along. Now lockdown is the perfect excuse to order some ingredients online and get baking! The kitchen often looks like a mess, Moblit gets flour on his face and even in his hair? You don’t know how it happens but you have a lot of fun doing it and hey what you bake usually turns out pretty good.

Subscribes to Disney+ the second it comes out - and the two of you binge watch your favourite Disney movies singing along to them (I get the impression Moblit would be a huge Hercules and Moana fan).

Watching Avengers Infinity War together and later on in the evening he turns to you and just says, “I love you 3000.”

Bike rides through the countryside (as long as it’s close to home of course and you can stay safe!)

You watch art shows together (like the still life drawing classes on TV or Grayson Perry’s art class). Shows which have been made specifically now for lockdown to help inspire people to take up new hobbies. Both of you are pretty inexperienced at art or drawing so you have a lot of fun watching the shows, following the instructions and seeing where your hand and pencil lead you. You both end up discovering your own unique style of drawing - this inevitably ends up doing a still life of one another (more on this later).

Hange

Hange really struggles with lockdown, it makes them feel pretty anxious and they hate not being able to be out and about exploring/doing their job/learning new things etc. So Hanji needs quite a bit of love and looking after, care packages for the two of you go a long way so you order nice things in the early days of lock down. Hanji’s eyes light up when you hand them what you’ve ordered.

Loads of gaming, you both enjoying exploring other worlds along with fantasy so everything from World of Warcraft, Skyrim, The Outer Worlds, Outer Wilds to the Final Fantasy games, The Witcher and Assassin’s Creed are all up your street. Sometimes you play alone, sometimes you watch one another play while reading magazines. Often when playing WOW you play together and share a mount, heading into raids together and working as a team. It’s not as good as being outside and exploring the world for real but it’s pretty close.

Loads of movie marathons with enough sweets to make you sick, especially the gummy kind like Haribo.

Hange - Arguments over who loves who more, it’s usually in the middle of a TV show that you’ve been really invested in but now with the impending end of the world, it’s so easy to get distracted. The ‘arguments’ usually end up in pillow fights and just laying in one another’s arms in silence.

Home made science experiments - yup, you knew this was coming. There’s so much you can try at home with simple house hold ingredients. Hange also orders kits online so you end up growing your own crystals (not the drug kind lol), making your own ‘volcano’, making slime, dying flowers etc. At first you rolled your eyes when Hanji suggested it but actually it turns out to be a lot of fun and it’s pretty interesting, so you end up learning something. Hanji also orders DIY Sweet kits which are as fun to make as they are to eat.

When it comes to heading outside to clap for key workers the two of you are gonna be dressed up to make the children smile. You’ll be banging pots and pans or possibly have a kazoo or tambourine.

Nanaba

There’s loads of Gardening, it’s something the two of you always liked but found you didn’t have the time you needed to commit to it as much as you’d have liked.

Cuddling on the grass in your garden, rolling around enjoying the sunshine and sun-bathing side by side.

The work out of choice for the two of you is yoga. You light incense and some candles as well as listening to mediation music and just take some time out to be alone with your thoughts - together. You both agree that stretching really helps you especially where you’re working from home, it’s so easy to get back ache!

The two of you love dancing

Nanaba decides to take up quilting and crochet. It’s something her mother and elder sister taught her how to do but is practically a forgotten hobby. You help one another to remember the basics and decide to make a giant patchwork quilt for your sofa. You work on it together so that there’s a part of both of you in it, you take inspiration from your garden and the world around you, even though it’s a lot smaller than it was before. If either of you prick your finger the other is there to kiss it better.

Preparing relaxing baths for one another, you enjoy much of the bath on your own but sometimes the other will sit on the toilet and read aloud or just come in for a chat. Lockdown makes you more open with one another than you were before.

Getting into bed early before the sun has set, you keep the curtains open so you can watch the sky turn orange. Plenty of time in bed means you have time to binge watch the latest TV shows and not feel guilty about it if you have work the next day.

Witchy things - tarot card readings, candle magic, little rituals in the garden and kitchen witch magic like making dandelion honey or moon spell cookies.

Below are a few nsfw thoughts (I didn’t write many but a couple kept bouncing around in my mind).

Erwin -

Sex first thing in the morning, the kind of lazy, sleepy sex that the two of you dream of having but never have time before work. Now, you do and Erwin intends to make the most of it.

Also shower sex, sometimes this follows the sex in the morning so by the time you finish work you’re already feeling tired. Often it follows the workouts you do and it doesn’t take either of you long to cum seeing as watching one another get sweaty and flex muscles - the tension is unbelievable.

If you get too distracted during the work day, either by Erwin or TV (or if you distract Erwin too much) they’ll be punishments in the form of spanking and rough sex from behind, hair pulling and all. It’s the first time you find yourself wanting to be punished.

Levi

Sex in spaces you’ve just cleaned, it’s sort of a punishment if you back-talk him as he’ll make you clean up afterwards. Secretly he loves dirtying the sheets, it’s almost like an ultimate fantasy for someone who is so clean and neat, but he really has to be in the right mood for that.

Lockdown is a chance for the two of you to explore some of the sexual fantasies you’ve discussed but never tried from light bondage (to start) and role-play.

Switching, in your relationship neither one of you is particularly the dominant or submissive one continuously, rather you enjoy switching, but when you are in the role you both take it seriously. Now you’re in lockdown and it’s easy to get bored, you both agree to really extent the roles on the day you’re both in the mood, you could lead Levi round on a leash and collar all afternoon and he won’t complain.

Mike

Checking in on you as you’re working and trying to convince you lunch break sex is definitely a thing that will help you concentrate on your important presentation in your afternoon video conference. But of course he leaves you a bit of a mess and without a minute to spare so you appear on camera looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.

With Mike there’s also a lot of time to get creative in the bedroom, you have longer in the evening to take your time exploring one another and discovering new positions you’d never have thought possible.

When lockdown goes on much longer than anticipated Mike decides to turn up the creativity a notch. A rather large unmarked parcel arrives containing a latex bed sheet and sex swing, so you know you’re not going to be getting a lot of sleep for a while.

Moblit

Kisses that last for hours, the kind that start innocently and slowly you find yourself getting worked up and wanting more but Moblit continues to tease with those kisses and will pretend he has no idea why you’re worked up. However he does go weak at the knees if you praise him so that’s usually the way to get what you want.

The still life drawings of one another start off fully clothed and very quickly become nude studies. You can only take it seriously for so long before he pounces on you or you on him and it’s like ‘that’ scene from Titanic within minutes.

Endless, almost excruciating foreplay.

Hanji

Has always liked to have fun in bedroom, with lockdown it’s more of an excuse to dress up and play around, I’m thinking teacher & student or Doctor/nurse & patient. Hanji really gets into the role.

Science experiments continue to the bedroom, you decide to give the whole electro-stim thing a go.

Also with the DIY sweet kits there’s also a little left, so popping candy, expanding foam candy and more are used to adorn your bodies - it doesn’t stay on long as the combination of candy and sex is too irresistible to leave alone.

Nanaba

Sex outdoors, your garden is pretty secluded. It was something you talked about doing a lot but always found your weekends were too busy with friends and others that you just never got round to it. There’s grass stains on your knees and your clothes and you’d both wear them with pride outside the house if you could.

Bath tub sex, even if it’s a little uncomfortable it’s so intimate and personal that you don’t care how much of a mess you make or how many bruises you end up with. Lockdown hits you both hard mentally and bath tub sex is a way of feeling better and cleansed.

There’s also a chance for some sex magic which involves wax play, again, something new you’d thought about for a while and now you both just wanted something to make you feel alive.

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Hailey Upton and Adam Ruzek have been friends for as long as they can remember. When Hailey changes schools to be with Adam in her junior year, she’s introduced to a new group of people who feel strangely like home.

pairings: jay halstead x hailey upton adam ruzek x kim burgess kevin atwater x vanessa rojas kelly severide x stella kidd

warnings (chapter specific): swearing

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❄ four ❄

A little over a week had passed since Jay and Hailey had gone out for coffee and pancakes to work on their assignment, and each of them had decided that they would keep their poems a secret from each other until they had to present it to the class. Secretly, it was because Hailey hadn’t actually started the poem and had nothing to show him — meanwhile, Jay had already worked through at least half. It wasn’t a bad thing; she just hadn’t been able to find the right way to get it down on paper yet. Her plan was to keep collecting as much as she could about her literature partner; the group milkshake date seeming like a relatively good way to do so.

“Yo Upton, Rojas! Are you two coming, or are you just going to keep dragging your feet like slow pokes?” Stella called out to the two as they trailed a few steps behind her and Kim.

“We’re coming, we’re coming,” Vanessa rolled her eyes as she tutted. “Calm your farm, Kidd.”

Hailey only chuckled as the Stella and Vanessa both fought for the passenger seat of Kim’s car, Hailey not minding the back as she climbed in and waited for someone to accompany her. Eventually it ended up being Stella who called heads on a coin that came up tails, leaving her to take the seat beside the blonde.

The girls had all gone in Kim’s car while the guys went in Adam’s, all driving to the same place not too far from their school. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the upperclassmen had been given the afternoon off, allowing the group to finally go out as Adam had suggested a few weeks previously. Hailey’s mouth was already watering at the prospect of a banana milkshake — it was the only banana flavoured thing in the entire world that she liked. She had been buzzing with happiness all day as she awaited twelve o’clock to come; the second it did, she had almost launched herself out of her seat in pre-calculus.

The drive to the milkshake parlour was short, but nonetheless fun. With Fifth Harmony blaring from the radio (courtesy of Kim), the words to Dope were being shouted by all four girls as they pulled up in the parking lot, finding a space right beside Adam’s car as they all jumped out and raced inside where the boys had saved them all a table.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Kelly teased, earning a roll of the eyes from both Stella and Vanessa. "Took you all long enough. Did the car break down or something?"

"We were enjoying our drive here and listening to music, thank you very much."

"And?"

"And. . . we got stuck behind a railway crossing."

"Knew it," Kelly smirked, a mischievous look in his eye as the girls all headed to the counter to place their orders.

As Kim and Stella debated which flavour they would get, Hailey couldn’t help but notice the way that Vanessa was awkwardly hanging back in an empty space smack bang between the front counter and the table that the boys were sitting at. Everybody else seemed blind to it — but Hailey was perceptive. She could see the way that Vanessa studied her feet as if they were the most interesting things in the world, the way she tried to retreat without anybody noticing. Although Hailey didn’t know why, she wasn’t about to let it go unaddressed.

“Hey.” Hailey’s voice was only loud enough for Vanessa to hear as to took a step towards her. “You not getting a milkshake, V?”

Vanessa frowned ever so slightly, her eyes sad despite the fact that she tried not to let it show. “Nah. I — uh — I don’t really feel like one.”

Hailey knew that wasn’t the reason. There was something else. As she thought back over the day briefly to try and work out what could have upset her friend, it suddenly hit Hailey with as much force as a freight train. She felt almost dumb for not realising it sooner, her heart aching for Vanessa as she glanced back over at the girl.

“You can’t —“

Vanessa silenced the girl with a small nod — one that begged her not to go on about the matter. Vanessa couldn’t afford it.

Before Hailey’s brothers had moved out and gotten jobs, her family had been in a similar situation. Obviously it wasn’t the same — Hailey had never been bounced around foster homes — but regardless, the Upton’s were living paycheck to paycheck. Hand me down clothes were all Hailey knew, whether it be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt from her brother or a Spiderman hoodie from Adam, she was always dressed up in somebody else’s leftovers. She didn’t mind too much about that part, but she could remember the first time that she went to school without lunch. She remembered the first time, the second time, even the third time — after that, it all just blurred together. It all just became the usual for Hailey who at the time, was still in third grade in elementary school. As she grew older, things got even just the slightest bit easier — Adam’s parents would always put an extra sandwich in their son’s lunchbox for Hailey, or they’d send both children with a ten dollar bill to pay for a hot lunch if they wanted. When her brother Nate moved out — he had always been there for his youngest and only sister — things changed for the better, financially. He was making good money as a mechanic. He could afford to pay for Hailey’s tuition at a fancy private school, he could send a hundred dollars or so to Anne to cover the groceries; he even started sending Hailey money so that she could buy herself what she could afford to be a teenager. Was it a lot? No. But did it make the difference? Absolutely.

Glancing down at her wallet, Hailey spied the two twenty dollar bills she had shoved in there that morning before leaving for school, the green paper sitting untouched until she took one into her hand, closing her fingers around it so that nobody else could see it. In one swift movement, her hand dropped down to her side and her fingers became interlaced with Vanessa’s as she sneakily and subtly transferred the money from her hand to the brunette’s, leaving the girl with wide eyes as she snapped her head around to face Hailey.

“I-I. . . You didn’t have to —“

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

The small smile on Vanessa’s face dropped for a second as she looked Hailey dead in the eye. “I’m not a charity case you know. I just. . .”

Her voice trailed off as Hailey squeezed her friends hand lightly.

“I know that, V. I know. And I’m not treating you like one. I’m lucky enough to have people look out for me and lighten the load when I need it — you deserve that too.”

“But I’m not going to be able to pay you back Hailey — you know that right? I don’t have a job and I can’t —“

“Vanessa, that’s not what this is. I don’t want you to pay me back. I just know what it’s like to feel like you’re missing out because of something so shallow as money, and now that I’m in a position where I can make your day a little better, I’d like to do so. God knows you’ve done plenty for me since I showed up.”

“I gave you an apple slice, dude!”

“It’s more than that,” Hailey chuckled lightly, her lips curling upwards as she saw Vanessa stare down at the twenty dollar bill with sparkling eyes. “Besides — you do not want to miss out on one of these milkshakes. They’re literally to die for. I would run through the fiery pits of hell, being tortured by satan himself to get one of these milkshakes.”

Vanessa shot the girl a lopsided smirk. “I dunno, Hails — walking up to the counter sounds like a lot less effort.”

Hailey only rolled her eyes with a grin as Kim and Stella finally stepped away, allowing the two other girls to order their drinks before returning back to the table where they would be bought out to them. Hailey took her usual seat between Vanessa and Jay (even when they weren’t in the art room, apparently their seating arrangement still stayed the same). As their milkshakes began coming out, Jay smirked in Hailey’s direction as she took her first sip of the banana flavoured beverage.

“What?” Hailey quizzed, arching a brow as she crossed her arms across her chest expectantly. “There a problem?”

“No. Just . . . observing.”

“You’re observing my milkshake drinking habits?”

“I’m observing your reaction to ordering the most basic drink on the menu.”

Hailey scoffed, openly laughing in the boy’s face as she turned to face him. “That’s rich coming from you, Halstead. You’re about as basic as they come.”

Jay only chuckled with a shake of his head as Kelly cleared his throat dramatically, calling for the attention to be bought upon him. Stella groaned from his left, her forehead resting against the table. Hailey let a small smile of amusement cross her lips; Stella wasn’t normally one to be embarrassed by Kelly’s antics. In fact, normally she joined in — but today, it was different.

“I have an announcement,” Kelly proclaimed, tapping the end of his fingernail upon his milkshake — Hailey thought he looked like a dork, but she also knew he gave absolutely no fucks. “You all must listen very, very closely!”

“Alright, alright, man. We’re listening. Out with it already!”

Kelly shot a lighthearted glare over at Adam who wore a grin in response.

“After much deliberation, there has been a mutual confession between the wonderful, amazing, beautiful, talented, badass —“ Kelly paused for a second to dodge Stella’s fist which was heading straight towards his groin. “— incredibly intimidating Stella Kidd and I. We — uh — we’re. . . “

“What this dumbass is trying to say is that we’re together.” Stella interrupted Kelly as she lifted her head up from the table ever so slightly, her chin resting upon her hands as everybody else broke out into a grin. “I told him we should tell you guys today, but I didn’t expect for him to make it into some kind of theatrical fucking performance.”

“You should have known better then that, Stell. It’s Kelly we’re talking about. King of Dramatics.”

“Yeah, I’m realising that now.”

Hailey was happy for the new couple, but she wasn’t as invested as she could see everybody else was. Apparently, Stella and Kelly had been making heart eyes at each other since freshman year, the rest of the group waiting for one of them to make a move on the other. Hailey knew there was something between them but figured that they were probably just close like she and Adam were — she couldn’t even begin to count how many times people had assumed that she and the boy she had grown up with were dating. Nonetheless, it became evident that Kelly and Stella were much more comfortable with their secret coming out; their hands fell into each other’s as they laughed alongside one another.

Sitting and watching, observing if you will, something suddenly became very apparent to the girl. It was one of those things that once she saw it, she couldn’t un-see it — the sight bought a small, fond smile to her lips as she stayed silent, simply watching. Well, she was — until Jay interrupted her thoughts.

“What are you staring at?” Jay asked, a small smirk on his face as Hailey leaned back slightly so that she could speak only just loud enough for the boy to hear.

“Do you see what I see?”

“Uhhh . . . ” Jay furrowed his brows slightly as Hailey let out a chuckle, shaking her head.

Without realising it, Hailey inched her way closer to Jay as she pressed her back against the cushioned booth they were in, her shoulder brushing against Jay’s as she grew even quieter. The freckled boy hadn’t seemed to notice either, despite the fact that they were practically sitting on top of each other at that point.

“Look at them all,” Hailey couldn’t help but let out a small snort as one hand rested against her thigh, the other holding her banana milkshake close to her chest. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it earlier.”

“I still have no clue what we’re talking about here, Hailey. Give me something to go off of.”

“Right, right,” Hailey grinned up at Jay sheepishly. “So there’s Kelly and there’s Stella. Totally head over heels for each other, yeah?”

Jay nodded soundlessly, a puzzled expression still plastered upon his features.

“Then there’s Vanessa and Kevin. Now I don’t think they realise it just yet, but they’re totally going to be a thing.”

The boy’s eyes widened in realisation. “Holy shit.”

“Wait, just — just wait . . . ” Hailey held up a finger. “Now — look at Adam and Kim.”

If it were at all possible, Jay’s eyes grew even more as he too became fixated on the scene in front of them, the evidence now slapping him in the face. His mouth hung open wide as the corners of his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“I smell a bet coming on.”

Hailey grinned widely once again, a mischievous look on her face as her and Jay’s eyes locked. “You’re on, Halstead.”

“Twenty bucks says Burgess and Ruzek will get together by the end of the year.”

“Please,” Hailey scoffed lightly, folding her arms over one another before taking a sip of her milkshake. “Thirty says they’ll be together by the end of the month.”

“Ah, so you’re a risktaker.” Jay’s trademark smirk met Hailey’s gaze. “I’ll make sure to make a note of that for my poem.”

“Not a risktaker, per say — I just know Adam is an impatient, idiotic dumbass who can’t help himself.”

The mention of Adam’s name caused the boy in question to snap his head over to the blonde, a scowl etched into his features as he shot a playful glare over at the girl, Hailey not backing down from her words even the slightest bit. Before she knew it, everybody was back to their own conversations with people jumping in and out where they wanted to, leaving Hailey to do what she did best — observe. It wasn’t like there was something she was looking for or trying to understand; Hailey had just always been the kind of person who would sit and listen rather than interject herself into the conversation. She found that she learned a lot more that way — people would often tell you their darkest secrets if you let them do the talking.

She would never admit it, but somehow, her eyes kept finding their way to Jay as if his face was a magnet and they were calling her. She studied every part of him closely, taking note of how the corners of his eyes creased when he laughed, counting the freckles that looked as though they had been methodically scattered across his skin in the most perfect way. Hailey noticed his little quirks and even jotted a few of them down in the notes app of her phone, like how he tilted his head slightly when he didn’t understand something or was asking a question or the way he would run his tongue his bottom lip when he was thinking of something. Every little thing that made him unique soon compiled into an extensive list that Hailey had saved to her notes, ready to use when she eventually found the right way to complete her own literature assignment.

It wasn’t long before everybody packed back into the two cars, this time the order being switched up and mixed around. Hailey had gone in Adam’s car, because, well — duh — meanwhile, Vanessa switched places with Kelly and Kevin who lived closer to Kim and Stella anyway. While Jay and Adam talked each other’s ears off, Hailey was sat in the back seat with Vanessa who looked absolutely wrecked from their day.

“You look exhausted, you poor thing,” Hailey smiled halfheartedly over at the girl.

“Yeah, I am.” Vanessa yawned tiredly. “I was up half the night studying for that precalc test we have.”

“You’re like, the smartest one in the entire class, dude,” Hailey said, looking at her friend with an incredulous look. “You don’t even need to study!"

“Still doesn’t hurt to make sure I know what I need to know. And to make sure I know that I know what I know so that I can make sure you know what I know.”

“I think I just had an aneurysm trying to understand that.”

Vanessa grinned. “You’re welcome.”

The two girls shared a laugh as Vanessa leaned her up against the headrest behind her. Turning to Hailey slowly, the girl wore a small and gratuitous smile as her hand fell into the blonde haired girl’s hand, earning back her attention with the small yet simple gesture. Vanessa was a very physical person — she loved hugs, she loved holding hands with her friends to show them her love and appreciation — Hailey, however new to the group she was, was no exception.

“Hailey. . . I hope you know how much what you did today meant to me.” Vanessa began, her accent coating her words as her eyes fell to her lap. “I got moved to another foster home on Monday and. . . I know it sounds stupid, but asking for money before the first cheque from the state comes in is a big no no if I want to stay somewhere for longer than half a week."

Vanessa’s voice was low and quiet, only loud enough for the blonde sitting beside her to hear as Hailey’s heart squeezed tightly. She hadn’t missed the giant smile on Vanessa’s face as she was handed her Oreo milkshake, or the way her her mood had completely brightened in giddy, goofy happiness as she bounced around and made fun of Kevin. Hailey, despite her tough exterior, would secretly do anything to make the people she cared about smile. Absolutely anything. Without ever second guessing herself.

“I didn’t want you to be left out.” Hailey’s response was at a matching volume. “Feeling like the outsider all of the time. . . It’s not fun. I get that. That’s why I’m so endlessly grateful to have made such good friends here.”

“You? The outsider? That’s hard to imagine.”

“Three words, V. Three words.”

“Hm?”

“Private girls school.”

“. . . Yeah, say no more."

Everything that Hailey had said was the truth. She knew what it was like to be the outsider, she knew what it was like to feel like the ground beneath you was always shaking and about to give out on you no matter what you did. No amount of duct tape would hold it together, and given the fact that Vanessa had just had to uproot her life — again — Hailey could sympathise with what she was going through despite the fact that she would thankfully never understand it fully.

Hailey sighed lightly as she gave Vanessa’s hand a small squeeze. “I wish you could live with me.”

“Can I?”

Though Vanessa was clearly joking, as seen by the smile playing at her lips and her humorous tone, Hailey really did wish she could bring Vanessa to live with her — perhaps just not at her house. With her father. And her mother, who was always excusing the former’s behaviour. Always.

“I’m not sure you’d like it very much at my house.” The blue eyed girl let out an exhale as she spoke. “There’s a reason I spend so much time at Adam’s house.”

“I get it.” Vanessa’s eyes held sympathy towards Hailey. “But hey. . . we’ve got each other, right? We’ve got these two doofuses in the front seat, we’ve got Stella and Kim and Kelly and Kev. And one day we can all run away together and forge a home in the woods using our very minimal survival skills that would definitely not suffice to stop us getting eaten by a bear or something.”

At the sound of Vanessa addressing him and Jay, Adam turned around from the driver’s seat as he pulled up at a stoplight before directing his words to the girls in the back seat.

“Hey! I was a Cub Scout when I was younger, you know! ” He said, his chest puffing out ever so slightly in pride. "We’d be just fine in the woods."

“Adam, shut the hell up,” Hailey laughed as she looked at him incredulously, rolling her eyes at the boy. “You did Cub Scouts for two months and then you quit when you couldn’t get a single badge because they required you actually putting work into them. All you wanted to do was sit there with a juice box and a cookie.”

“Says the one who got kicked out of Girl Scouts for threatening to set a girl’s hair on fire!”

“She deserved it.”

“She was traumatised!”

“Good. I don’t like her. She tried to steal my backpack."

“It was ten years ago, Hailey.”

“It was my favourite backpack!"

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aaaaaa! I apologise if this isn’t great I really struggled trying to write this one I don’t even know why 😂

thank you so much to @ruzek-halstead for proofreading! after writing this for so long I definitely lost the ability to do so, so marcia — you’re a literal lifesaver 🥰

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Down with the Recipe, Bake from the Heart (3/10) - Juno

Chapter summary: Bread week will sort the wheat from the chaff, with a fruity signature, a fiddly technical, and a showstopper that will push the bakers to their limits. Meanwhile, Asttina wants to try something vegan, and Cherry’s gossip about Tia and Veronica sparks an idea for Tayce. But what will Aurora think of it?

A/N: I really appreciate all the support on this fic, thank you!! Here is the third chapter, I hope you enjoy. One CW for mild references to alcohol.

WEEK 3: BREAD WEEK

On the platform at Reading Station, waiting for the next train down to Newbury, Tayce’s phone vibrated. Her notifications told her that Aurora added Tayce on Instagram, as well as the twitter they were contractually required to have set up. The others had all followed each other on twitter, but no one else had sought her out on Instagram.

Her chest swelled as she tapped the notification.

Tayce’s own Instagram was filled with pictures of her and her friends on nights out around the UK, trying never to post the same outfit twice, a battle to look the most sexy among the seven or eight women in the group.

Aurora’s was filled with pictures of cakes she’d baked.

She’d held back gasps at the different things Aurora had put her name to. Cupcakes with lettering spelling out messages. Christening cakes with baby blocks and tiny fondant figurines. Mirror glaze cakes, drip effect cakes, minimalistic cakes - Aurora had them all, illuminated with a ring light and resting on a patchwork quilt of a tablecloth, normally with some backdrop of flowers that did not detract from the beautiful cake creations in the foreground.

But best of all, Aurora was tagged in a million other posts from other people.

Pictures of her with her arms around beaming elderly people blowing out candles on the cakes she’d made. Pictures of her having her knees hugged by toddlers and holding babies with a Christening cake in the background. Pictures from a local homeless shelter, tagging her in plainer but still stunning cakes and breads and writing long posts of thanks for her contributions.

She’s so … loved.

A lump formed in Tayce’s throat, her eyes stinging with sudden tears as she read the posts she’d been tagged in, a seemingly endless stream of affection and adoration for the woman who shook with fear behind the workbench every week.

She’s already a Star Baker. She doesn’t need a badge or a title.

——

As they waited for everyone to arrive that Saturday morning at Norton Hall, Tayce made a beeline for Aurora, who stood alone at the tea machine, filling her mug.

“I looked at all your cakes on the train on the way down here,” Tayce said to her, holding her phone to Aurora. “They’re stunning! How can you bake like that?”

“Oh,” Aurora giggled, averting her gaze to the ground. “They’re just things people like to see from me, so I bake them for them!”

“You’re amazing,” Tayce reached a tentative hand to her shoulder. “You really are.”

She tried to put as much sincerity into her voice as she could, but Aurora just smiled, sliding from her hand, leaving Tayce alone with her mug and her thoughts.

They hadn’t really talked much last week - mostly because every time Tayce had glanced her way, she was with someone else, normally Ellie; and Tayce had held back, hesitant, in case she was interrupting something. And admittedly, it had left Tayce with a slight twisting sensation in the pit of her stomach when Aurora had taken Ellie’s hand at the judging for Showstopper last week.

Maybe it didn’t mean anything when she held mine. Maybe she just does it to everyone.

Part of Tayce had resigned herself to that. Even though cake week had seen her excited to come back to bake, bread week had seen her wake up this morning, her stomach bubbling with anticipation, at the thought of seeing Auroraagain. Tayce had told herself she’d make more of an effort to bond with Aurora, still a little ashamed at blanking her at the end of last weekend. There was a fascinating person under all the nerves, and Tayce wanted to dig deeper.

But trying to compliment her bakes had resulted in this strange, modest reaction, and Tayce was still puzzled by it as they all made their way across the grounds to the tent.

Out in the tent, the space seemed to be expanding, but maybe it was because after Joe’s departure Tayce had been moved one step closer to the front, to Cherry’s old workbench. It must have been a real bugger moving all the colourful KitchenAids up with each departure, but it was happening every time they weren’t there.

“Bread week!” Cherry said as they all waited, rubbing her hands together. “Who’s good at bread?”

Bimini nodded. “Bread is my thing. Love bread. All types. Focaccia, ciabatta - “

“Bless you,” Cherry chuckled.

“My favourite ones are my Belgian buns - always nice on a Friday night - but I brought some into my office, and someone called them brexit buns by mistake, and the name has stuck,” Bimini said dryly, showing the group of them the Instagram page for the newspaper they wrote for, picture after picture of the same iced buns, with Bimini’s Instagram handle tagged in them all.

“Why brexit buns?” Tia said with an ironic laugh.

“That was all we were writing articles about at the time.” Bimini shook their head.

“How do you make your brexit buns then?” Tia asked.

“Oh, just 52% bollocks, and 48% bullshit.” Bimini snorted. “Not a joke, just a fact.”

Tia nodded. “Yep. Yeah, just a fact.”

“Anyone worried about bread week? Ginny asked, while Tayce chewed her tongue, wondering if anyone would admit to having a weak spot in a baking contest.

“No one? Well, I’m a bit worried. I haven’t made too much bread, I don’t really eat lots of bread.”

“Don’t you like any bread?” Ellie asked.

“Not really. And I noticed there wasn’t too much bread on your Instagram either, Ellie. Don’t you like to bake bread?”

“Yeah, I do,” Ellie nodded, her voice had dimmed a little. “I’ve baked some bread, it’s just not my favourite things to do.”

“Well I was just a bit curious,” Ginny continued, but Lawrence’s voice piped up.

“I didn’t see any lemons on your page either, Gin, but that’s all you seem to be offering at the moment, so maybe you shouldn’t be judging people on their Instagram pages, and think about how you’re gonna fit lemons into your bread.”

Ginny didn’t seem perturbed by Lawrence’s sarcasm, simply raising their eyebrows. “Maybe you’re about to be surprised then, bab, because I can fit lemons just about anywhere.”

——

Signature: 12 Teacakes

“The fuck’s the thing with calling them teacakes?” Lawrence asked as the whisk was whirring, looking round at the rest of the room. “Teacake, that’s a choccie biscuit thing with marshmallow in it, right? Right?”

Ellie was nodding, but everyone else was staring at her.

“No, it’s definitely bread, Lawrence,” Cherry said, her brow furrowed. “If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be in bread week, would it?”

Lawrence waved her hand dismissively and went back to her dough, while Tayce twisted her lips to stop everyone from seeing her chuckle.

The teacakes had to be filled with a fruit of their choice. Tayce had already measured out the dried cherries and coconut, hoping to try something a bit different flavour-wise, having taken into account the judges’ critiques the last two weeks. Good presentation, but a bit bland.

It was almost a Bake Off running joke.

Aurora was being told the exact opposite. Good taste, but the presentation could use some work, and Aurora had twisted her jaw at their words.

Mash us together and make one master baker.

Kneading the dough for the teacakes was taking a little while - the dough was enriched, everyone kept saying, and enriched dough needed a longer knead and a more precise proving time. It was delightfully calming though, and Tayce took the opportunity to look around the tent.

And there was plenty to see.

Firstly, Tia and Veronica. When had Veronica joined Tia at her workbench, and were they both making kneading motions next to each other? They were about a foot apart at first, but within five minutes Tayce could not see a gap of light between them at all. When Tayce was putting her own dough into the drawer for its first prove, Tia and Veronica had already done theirs, Tia’s grateful hug to Veronica lingering a couple of seconds longer than Tayce would have expected.

On the other side of the rows of benches, Asttina was right at the end of hers, turning to chat to Bimini and compare their dough balls. Behind Ginny, Lawrence had moved to the other side of the workbench, so she could turn slightly over her shoulder and chat to Ellie while they kneaded. When Tayce looked again, Lawrence had actually moved her dough to Ellie’s workbench too, both of them at opposite ends, talking quietly and occasionally flicking flour at each other.

Everyone was starting to fall into pairs, helping each other in this cramped environment.

Opposite Tayce, Aurora was growling frustratedly, scuffling in her drawers for the proving bowl, but she couldn’t seem to see it.

“Rory -“ but Aurora took no notice, putting her hands to her temples.

“Calm down! It’s here!” Tayce crossed over from her kneading, pulling it from the bottom drawer that Aurora had already opened and put her hands into, but hadn’t brought it out.

She was breathing heavily as Tayce met her frantic eyes, holding out her hands for the bowl, muttering half to herself. “Sorry, don’t know how I missed that -“

“Don’t stress! Don’t worry, be happy! Come on, girl, you can’t be defeated by twelve teacakes!”

“Yeah,” Aurora nodded, pushing strands of hair out of her eyes. “Thanks, Tayce.” She gave Tayce’s hand a squeeze in thanks, a little bit of the usual sparkle back in her eyes, and Tayce found herself wondering if she had noticed everyone pairing off too.

Proving was the boring process. There wasn’t really much to do while the dough was in the drawer until they had to come out and be shaped into the rolls. The cameras weren’t failing to notice the little things everyone was doing though, and they’d been trained on Tia and Veronica this morning, much to Veronica’s chagrin.

“I’m trying to bake,” she muttered through gritted teeth as she stood at the tea machine with Tayce, “and they just keep following me around, like I have something on my face!”

“Weren’t you showing Tia how to knead earlier?” Tayce teased. “Maybe they thought something else was coming!”

She meant to joke, but Veronica’s head whipped up in sudden fright, her eyes widening.

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t - oh.” Veronica seemed to regain her composure. “Maybe not then. Ignore me. Anyway, no - I wasn’t showing her how to knead, she knows how to knead. She was helping me out.”

“With a bake?” Tayce put a hand to her chest and gasped. “I thought you knew all there was to know about baking!”

“No - not with the bake itself,” Veronica waved a hand. “Just with - with me. And my - well, never mind.” She looked down at the mug and blew the steam away. “Anyway. I should go and see how the dough is getting on.”

As they went back into the tent, Veronica grimaced, speed-walking to Tia, calling “No, no, put them in the proving drawer, not the oven yet!”

——

“They’ve definitely kissed, at least.”

“They what?” Tayce leaned closer to Cherry, whose eyes sparkled with the fresh gossip she had.

“Aye, I didn’t believe it either, but Lawrence said she saw it!”

“When?”

“Well,” Cherry lowered her voice a little more, leaning even closer to Tayce and Aurora, “Lawrence was last coming out of the tent last week, right? And Veronica was a bit upset that Ellie had won Star Baker last week, right? So Lawrence said she saw that Veronica was like, almost in tears - and Tia was holding her, and all of a sudden -“ Cherry raised her eyebrows and gave a knowing smile.

“That’s good! Maybe Veronica will lighten up then!” Tayce nodded, but Aurora looked a little flushed next to her.

“Maybe Veronica will give Tia tips. Maybe they’ll cheat.”

“How’s it cheating? Everyone helps each other out, don’t they?” Cherry shrugged. “And if anything, it’s just helped out Veronica, hasn’t it? She got the Hollywood handshake this week.”

It was true. Back in Norton Hall, everyone was solely focused on Veronica today; circling her and making her look even more nervous than she had all contest, even with the rare smile on her face.

“Your tea cakes kind of fell flat, didn’t they Tayce?” Cherry’s voice brought her back to reality, as Cherry clicked her tongue. “They didn’t like the burnt fruits on the outside, did they? I know they pulled you up on those.”

“They didn’t really have anything good to say about yours, either, did they?” Tayce flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll make up for it in Technical. Anything you can do, I can do better and all that.”

“If you say so,” Cherry’s jaw set as she spoke, and with that she walked away from them, over to the table, where the tea cakes were all sat waiting to be eaten.

“Do you think that’s true?” Aurora murmured.

Tayce spluttered, nudging her in the arm. “Yes! I’m definitely going to do better than Cherry at Technical, what do you mean?”

“No, not that …” Aurora muttered, inclining her head to Veronica at Tayce’s confused expression.

“What, that they kissed? Maybe. Who cares? It’s not like baking skills can be caught through kissing. Even if Tia wishes they could be.” Tayce shrugged. “But if it is true, and it gets caught on camera, this season of Bake Off is gonna have the best ratings ever.”

Hang on a minute.

Tayce blinked, glanced at Aurora, who was watching Veronica.

It had been on her mind, but Aurora’s attraction to women was all but confirmed from the lesbian flag pin she wore on her bag. And Tayce couldn’t deny that she was being drawn to her, even after only these three weekends.

Tayce licked her lips as she pondered the embryonic idea that had taken root in her mind.

… would she want to?

——

Technical: 12 Pretzels

Tayce wondered about her idea all through the Technical challenge. Making pretzels probably required more concentration than Tayce was affording it, and maybe she under-proved the dough in the process, but she wasn’t bothered. The idea turned over and over in her head so much that baking became mechanical.

Even if she doesn’t feel the same way about me, if Aurora wants to … maybe pretend to date, for the show …

There were definitely feelings there, Tayce recognised them in herself. Out of everyone there, Tayce wanted to know Aurora most. Wanted to know what lurked beneath that sweet, modest veneer, to know her hopes and her cares and her plans, to know her. And maybe, just made, for her to know Tayce too.

It wasn’t normal for Tayce to find someone on her mind this fast, but this was an unusual environment for all of them, sparking emotions much faster and deeper than normal. They already knew they had baking in common, at least. Maybe there was plenty more, too.

The question was, could Aurora feel the same way?

The thought of it took up all of Tayce’s mind, until she realised, taking her tray of pretzels to the front, that she’d baked two less than everyone else.

The only stool left at judging was right on the end, so she sat there, with Lawrence on her left, while the judges came in and went down the line.

“I’ve fucked this up,” Tayce muttered to Lawrence as the judges came in.

Lawrence turned, frowning. “Not necessarily, Tayce. Yeah, you can’t count, but who says that’s gonna stop you from making a good bake? Unless you can’t count numbers on the scales, then yeah it could be a problem.”

Lawrence chewed all her nails as the judges went through the pretzels, passing her own, and getting to Tayce’s third from last. Only Cherry’s and Asttina’s were to be judged after hers, both of them getting much better critiques than hers did.

“In tenth place,” Paul announced after the deliberation with Prue, “we have this one here, whose is this?”

Tayce’s stomach dropped through her body to the stool as she realised the judges were behind her own photo. She raised her hand.

“Tayce - you’ve got two missing, they were under-proved, over-baked, and the flavour was all gone. Did you swap the salt with sugar by accident?”

“Yeah,” Tayce murmured.

“I don’t think you were the only one,” Paul mused, while down the line, Ginny squeezed their eyes tightly shut.

Lawrence still chewed her nail. Tayce gave her a pat on the knee.

“Oh, don’t worry Lozza, it’s not the end of the world!” She whispered. “Look at it this way. I’m bottom of the pack this week, so you can’t get any further down than me!”

Bread week was there to sort the wheat from the chaff - literally - and that it did. Ginny, who had been in the middle the last two weeks, had her first low placement at ninth; and Cherry came eighth. Ellie had dropped from third to seventh, Asttina was a surprise down at sixth, and Tia had redeemed herself at fifth. Aurora was fourth, and Veronica’s tight-lipped smile settled for third.

Lawrence’s jaw dropped further and further with every name being called, until hers was finally listed at second, leaving Bimini, who everyone knew was itching for a win, to hold their hands high in triumph as they were picked as the winner, to no one’s surprise - their pretzels looked incredible even from this distance.

When the polite applause had dimmed, Tayce rubbed Lawrence’s knee again, and Lawrence returned the motion with a weak smile and surprisingly damp eyes.

——

“I’m just so nervous about bread,” Lawrence confided, as they all rested back in Norton Hall, “and I don’t know why, I love baking bread!”

“Maybe that’s why, then, if you’re really good at bread - you’re just wanting to get it right. That’s normal! It means you care!”

Lawrence sighed. “Fucks sake, I wish I didn’t care then, it’s just making me all nervous. It’s a lot of pressure to do well when … I don’t know, when everyone you know expects you to do well.”

“Look -“ Tayce motioned across the room, “you’re here on Bake Off, with nine other people, so you’re one of the best bakers in the whole of Scotland, and you’re representing Glasgow - they’re gonna love you, you know - and you can do bread, alright?”

“I know I can do bread, I just don’t know how not to be nervous! How are you so relaxed all the fucking time, Tayce, you seem like you just don’t care if something goes wrong.”

“I do care!” Tayce protested, but Lawrence shook her head.

“No. When you were called last in Technical, you were just trying to comfort me, and I came second; that - that’s the wrong way around.”

Tayce smirked. “Well, we can’t all be on top.”

Lawrence, shaking her head, gave Tayce a playful shove. “Gobshite.”

Tayce didn’t know what Lawrence was worried about. From the rose biscuits to the pretzel that they were now sharing together, she’d barely put a foot wrong. She just hadn’t achieved a badge for her efforts. Yet.

“Lozza, you’ve just got to do your best. You’re already gonna be liked by everyone, you know? You don’t need to push it! Just put your best bake forward.”

When Tayce went to the bench with all the day’s bakes, she found she couldn’t stomach much more in the way of pretzels, even though she wanted to try everyone’s; so she went for the fruity teacakes instead. She settled for Aurora’s, Lawrence’s, Veronica’s, and a one with a vegan label that she found was Bimini’s.

“Bim!” Tayce went to sit with them, on the two-person sofa that already held Bimini with Asttina and Cherry, squeezing in by Asttina’s side. “I didn’t realise you were vegan!”

“What? Oh, yeah.” Bimini nodded. “Yeah, three years now. I can’t wait for vegan week, if I’m still here. I mean, I bake lots of things for my non-vegan friends, but I’ll make it vegan. I can’t always do that here, and I don’t really like using all the eggs and butter and all that.”

“It must be tough,” Asttina nodded in sympathy.

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to reconcile my own thoughts on baking with animal products for a tv show. But I want to be here,” Bimini continued, “I do, ‘cause people can see that you can do it without them too. That’s why I was so happy when they announced we were doing a vegan week again.”

“Is it just the Technicals where you have to use animal products?” Cherry asked.

“Yeah, most of the Signatures and Showstoppers I’ve been able to make mostly vegan at least.”

“I can’t wait to try them all,” Asttina said warmly. “I never really realised how much of baking involves things that aren’t great for vegans.”

“You should give vegan baking a try,” Bimini said earnestly, as Asttina’s hand lingered on their forearm. “If you have any vegans you know, they will thank you for it.”

Asttina seemed keen to talk more about Bimini’s vegan bakes, but Tayce was distracted by Aurora, walking away from the table with a plate, heading out towards the stairs up to the rooms.

She stood up and followed after her, catching her halfway up the stairs. “Rory! Aurora!”

“What?” She spun round, eyes wide, but she waved when she saw her. “Hi Tayce.”

“Are you going to your room?”

Aurora nodded, running a hand over her forehead. “Got a bit of a headache. Don’t think I can deal with loads of people tonight. I think I’m just gonna have an early one, maybe put some telly on.”

“You - you’ve got a telly in your room?”

“No - sorry -“ Aurora smiled. “I’ve brought my tablet with me, I was just gonna put on Netflix or something.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tayce nodded as Aurora started to turn back to the stairs; but then she paused, her brow gently furrowing, chewing her bottom lip, before turning back to Tayce.

“D’you - want to join me for a bit?”

“Yeah. Why not?” Tayce shrugged, hoping her face appeared nonchalant still, and she jogged up the stairs to join Aurora, following her back to her room.

The next five minutes were calm and quiet, sat on Aurora’s bed as Aurora set up Netflix and Tayce halved each bun to eat. Bimini’s were good - better than Tayce had expected, if she was honest with herself - and Aurora recognised her own as they had been a little burnt, the colour deeper brown than the others.

“I made a mess this week,” she muttered, “but bread isn’t my strong point.”

“Why does everyone stress so much about bread week?” Tayce chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “All you do it prove it, bung it in the oven, Bob’s your uncle and Fanny’s your aunt, bing bang bong and there you go - bread.”

“Are you worried at all?” Aurora asked, her voice suddenly hushed and serious. “You were last in Technical. It must have been a bit nerve-wracking.”

Dread sat in the pit of Tayce’s stomach, dormant mostly, but at Aurora’s words, it started to sprout and grow like ivy.

But Tayce shook her head, determined to quell it straight away. “It’s done! I misread the instructions, it happens. I’m gonna concentrate on the Showstopper and bake something that will make sure I stay.”

“I hope so.”

The words were quiet, but there they were. Tayce glanced at Aurora, but she seemed to realise they had escaped her mouth too, a thought that maybe she’d wanted to keep hidden for now. She smiled and blinked, averting her eyes to the tablet as she popped more teacake into her mouth.

A fleeting moment of tenderness hung in the air between them like a silk thread, so delicate that the slightest movement might disturb it.

Then came the icy fingertips of uncertainty as they crept into Tayce’s chest, wrapping around her heart. She must have hesitated a moment too long; Aurora’s warm fingers found hers, slipping around her hand and clenching, and the cold dread started to shrink away again.

“Yeah,” Tayce sighed, goosebumps spreading up her arm from Aurora’s touch. “Yeah, me too.”

——

Showstopper: Bread sculpture, to include at least three naturally-occurring flavours of breads

Tayce would never have admitted to anyone, but she hadn’t really slept.

She’d gone back to her room, tossed and turned, and finally given up at six, in time to hear Asttina and Bimini heading downstairs, and going to her window, she saw them on a jog out the front door of Norton Hall and round through the grounds.

She was first down to breakfast, for her beans on toast - never failed to perk her up - and to catch Bimini and Asttina coming back in, beaming at each other and comparing timings for their run. She’d smiled at them both, but they hadn’t even noticed she was in the room, engrossed in each other.

They’re crazy. Going for a run before Showstopper? Could never be me.

By the time they were due to start filming for the Showstopper, Tayce was still feeling jittery, but some breakfast and the bakers around her was starting to dissipate those thoughts.

Everyone else looked nervous. Aurora’s hands were drumming on the workbench again, and Ellie was bouncing on the balls of her feet. But Tayce tried not to absorb the nerves, letting them pass over her instead, to keep her head for the bread sculpture.

“We’re looking for some original sculpture designs, and some great flavours,” Prue said at the start, her usual sweet smile lighting up her features, “so don’t be afraid to be creative with your bakes and your flavouring. Remember, it’s got to be worth the calories!”

Once they’d started baking, the warmth of the tent, and the smell of bread around Tayce brought on such a wave of nostalgia that she started to daydream. Losing herself in memories of her nana’s house, warm and fragrant with baking breads, until halfway through she leaned against the workbench, her head down, eyes closed, holding on because letting go would send her floating.

She didn’t remember what she said to the judges when they came round - probably a quick bore da and some spiel about how incredible her octopus and treasure chest bread sculptures were going to be - ignoring the words ambitiousand time consuming from the judges and focusing on just getting it as good as she could.

She heard a few words from the other contestants as well - something about Ginny putting lemon in their bread for some reason, Bimini saying they’d be basing it on fruits in a fruit basket, and both Cherry and Ellie talking about Coraline and realising they were doing similar things.

But Tayce floated, dissolving into the warm hazy air.

Hopefully I can just survive this week.

“You alright, Tayce?”

Aurora’s accent was becoming familiar, something she audibly heard in her head when she thought of her. Her face swam before Tayce’s eyes, concern etched into the lines of her face.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You don’t look good.”

“Just a bit tired. And it’s warm today.” Tayce couldn’t help but smile as Aurora’s fingers ghosted along her shoulder and arm, gently bringing her back to the room. “I’m fine, honest. Don’t worry!”

“As long as you’re sure,” Aurora mumbled. “If you need anything, tell me, okay?”

But Tayce could only nod, Aurora’s care stripping Tayce of a sincere verbal response. By the time she’d opened her mouth to speak, Aurora was on her way back over, the ten feet or so separating them looking closer every single bake.

When Cherry accidentally launched her proving bowl along the workbench, everyone else started to crumble and the warm, dreamy sense in the room started to wane. Ellie’s kneading technique almost saw her dough being thrown to the ground, and Ginny was using her arms to knead, knocking her baking tray over with a crash. Even Asttina dropped a plate.

Tayce just tried to focus on her bake. She knew what she was doing, she knew how to do it, she’d done it ten times before so it seemed; but the lack of sleep combined with the heat permeating through the day and the harried nerves of the other bakers was getting almost unbearable.

The warm tent was fizzling with electric nerves, sparking fear through all of them. Cherry’s high-pitched sound of frustration left a chill in Tayce’s spine every time she heard it. In front of Cherry, Veronica froze in place now and then, her hands shaking for a few seconds, only seeming to break free when Tia - somehow telepathically knowing - turned to talk to her and bring her back to the room.

Tayce needed to get away from her side, where the static hummed in the air. Wringing her hands, she went over to see Aurora, whose face was red and tongue was chasing her lips as she tried to focus on her kneading.

“What’s your sculpture going to be, then?” Tayce asked her.

“Ice creams. Neapolitan. Cones. Yeah.” Aurora replied, her speech punctuated by a knead each time, not even glancing at Tayce, fully immersed in her own bake.

She didn’t even ask Tayce what her own bake was going to be, so Tayce went back to her own kneading, trying to channel the nerves out of her as she did.

Watching the bakers on the other side of the room once again, Lawrence and Ellie were back on one workbench, kneading together, while Asttina’s bench was empty, and Tayce spotted that she’d left to join Bimini on theirs.

Four and a half hours passed in the blink of an eye when you were having fun, or when you were struggling with bread.

Tayce found herself chewing a nail, a habit she’d sworn she wouldn’t take up again. She took her fingers away from her mouth and surveyed her sculpture. The treasure chest looked a little less golden brown than she would have liked, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

——

“Tayce, we’ll start with you this week. Would you bring your bake to the front please?”

Tayce swallowed back the sharp edges in her throat and tried to stop her hands quivering as she picked up her sculpture and brought it to the front.

“It’s a pirate treasure scene. The octopus is made from squid ink, the treasure chest is flavoured with turmeric, and the coins that make up the treasure are coloured with paprika and have a bit of chilli in the flavour.”

She tried to focus on keeping her breathing steady, although her feet were leaving the floor. It had been three weeks of this now, and the silence was still too loud as the judges sliced into the bakes, pondering it as they ate, far better poker faces than Tayce could ever hope to achieve.

“It’s very … impressive.”

“I agree,” Prue continued, “you’ve managed to get a lot in on the design, and the flavours are just impeccable. I like the slight hint of chilli you’ve got into the treasure. It’s not too much.”

“Not enough for me,” Paul murmured with a grin.

“It really is an impressive Showstopper. It looks great, it tastes incredible - what a redemption. Well done, Tayce.”

When Tayce gathered up her bake to bring it back, the applause in the tent was a tidal wave of relief, genuine for the first time that day. Asttina’s eyes twinkled as she smiled; Lawrence’s grin was soft and friendly; and Ginny nodded at her, muttering something Tayce didn’t catch.

“Nice one,” she heard Aurora say, that single dimple emerging once again, and Tayce had to stop herself detouring to her workbench to give her a hug.

The fizzing in the air evaporated as the nerves felt by everyone vanished. The judges were imposing, but even their criticisms were kind, and their praise was always a warming balm, like honey on their skin. And that left indents on the bakers - the more kindness filled the tent, the more they all supported each other.

Tayce found that all her thoughts towards all the bakers in the room, all nine of them, were nothing but warmth and camaraderie.

It’s weird. There’s so much pressure, but so much love at the same time.

Everyone wanted to do well in bread week, that was a personal achievement for them all, but no one wanted to win more than Bimini. But their bread didn’t have as good critiques on the aesthetic as Lawrence’s had. Lawrence had done a really intricate scene from some horror film that Tayce didn’t recognise, but Bimini’s was apparently the better tasting bake.

They all knew one of the two of them would win, but the person to go home seemed a tricky decision. Tayce knew her bake was likely to save her, but she didn’t know who would go in her place. Aurora’s bread had had mediocre feedback, and while Cherry and Ellie had both done poorly in Technical, Ellie had redeemed herself in the Showstopper yet again, her Coraline design getting better feedback than Cherry’s.

“It’s so annoying,” Cherry muttered, passing the cigarette to Tayce as they sat outside Norton Hall, “because I knowwhat I’m capable of, but as soon as I get into the tent …” she sighed out the smoke, the fight seeming to leave her body with it. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know why I can’t just - chill.”

Ellie held her hand out for the cigarette.

“Aren’t you a bit young to smoke?” Tayce teased, passing it to her.

Ellie said nothing, giving Tayce a middle finger.

“I’m going.” Cherry shook her head, closing her eyes tightly. “I’m definitely going.”

And Tayce didn’t want to patronise Cherry. So she stayed silent, noticing Ellie did the same.

But back in the tent, they were all in for a surprise after Bimini had been nominated as Star Baker, accepting the baguette-shaped badge and pinning it to their chest. Tayce glanced at Lawrence, who was smiling, but whose knuckles were white at Ellie’s hand.

“I have the horrible job,” Noel began, “of announcing who is going home this week. This person should really be proud of themselves for all they’ve done, and how far they’ve come, but the person leaving us today is …”

Tayce could hear Cherry’s shuddering breathing, could see Lawrence stroking Ellie’s knuckles, could feel Aurora’s arm shiver next to her.

“… it’s me, isn’t it?”

But when Ginny’s voice piped up, everyone turned to them in wonder.

“It’s definitely me, you don’t need to say it, Noel, love, I know it’s me. I’m too - lemon-y to carry on. When life gives you lemons, make lemon bread.”

Noel blinked. “What?”

“I know, babs, I know - it’s my time. The lemon is leaving the building. Well, goodbye folks!”

And with that strange speech, Ginny stood from their stool, smiling serenely, and without another word, rose and left the tent, turning to give them all a wave and a cackle as they went.

——

“I just don’t get why they did it,” Bimini kept muttering under their breath. “We don’t know if the judges wanted them gone. Now we’ll never know. Maybe it was them, but what if it wasn’t?”

“Weird,” Asttina nodded. “Bit rude, too. I bet the audience would love them, and they’re not giving the audience the chance to root for them.”

“Yeah that too,” Bimini nodded solemnly, holding up their drink. “Well folks … cheers to Ginny … and to a win for NORWICH!” Bimini shouted the city name unexpectedly. “Let’s be havin’ you!”

“Yeah!” Asttina waved her hands along with Bimini, echoing their enthusiasm.

Tayce shook her head at them both.

After an hour of their evening after the Showstopper, Bimini was a bit drunk. They weren’t the only one, Cherry was definitely getting there too; but they were definitely feeling it more than anyone else.

Ginny’s departure had surprised them all. The judges had been commenting on their lemon flavourings since the end of last week, but no one had known if Ginny was really about to go. They were all feeling the strain of their actual leaving, Bimini more so than anyone.

Asttina had taken a bit of time to open up to the group, but this was the first week she was letting them see her. The confident smile she normally wore had disappeared, leaving a much more natural grin that lit up her eyes.

Now Asttina was someone who looped her arm through Tia’s in the Technical to stroke her hand comfortingly; someone who had echoed Ginny’s battle cry of FANCY A SLOOIICE when she’d presented her bread to the judges. And with a little persuasion from alcohol, someone who had found Bimini’s vegan whipped cream in their bag, and was squirting it into their open mouth, before turning the can round to squirt some into her own.

“I’ve never tried vegan whipped cream,” Asttina said to Bimini, as they both sat giggling. “It’s alright!”

Bimini grabbed the can back from her. “Here, have some more!” And they squirted a bit onto her chin, Asttina shrieking with laughter, before Bimini leant towards her to slurp it off.

By now everyone was watching them both excitedly, and Tayce felt Aurora pressing into her right side on the opposite sofa, watching gleefully as Asttina grabbed Bimini’s hand to stop them putting more cream on her …

No one was sure who initiated it, but the rest of them were collectively whooping when their lips met, crowd and whipped cream forgotten, Asttina’s long hair falling around them like drapes, obscuring them.

Aurora’s hand suddenly found Tayce’s forearm and gripped tightly.

Neither of them came up for air; as the noise died down, they still didn’t draw away.

“Maybe we should give them some privacy.” That was Tia’s cautious voice, and they all dispersed in a rush, leaving them to it. “Maybe they should do a new show. GBBO, the After Hours.”

But Tayce wasn’t paying attention. Aurora’s face was a little red once again, and she still clutched Tayce’s arm. When Tayce met her eyes, she could have sworn she’d seen something stir behind them.

Something almost … longing.

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NINE BAKERS REMAIN

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #down with the recipe #taywhora #tayce #a'whora #asttina mandella #bimini bon boulash #cherry valentine #ginny lemon #ellie diamond #lawrence chaney #tia kofi #veronica green #fluff #lesbian au #gbbo au #juno

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multiverseoffandoms-blog · 4 years ago

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A/N: I’m so sorry for this! I sobbed the e n t i r e time writing this! I’ve hurt myself with this one.

Warnings: angsty, lots of sadness, just read, the emotions are too much.

Pairing: George x reader (small amount)

~Letters to Fred ~

With trembling hands, George climbed the staircase of the burrow slowly. It was Christmas, making it just over 7 months since that tragic day at Hogwarts. To George, nothing felt quite okay anymore. The birds chirps seemed to be sadder, the days stretched on for eternity, food had lost its entrancing flavour, and when nighttime finally came around, the tears that occupied his cheeks seemed to never end.

George and his girlfriend had apperated to the burrow the day before, and although the effort was surly made on his families end with decorations lining the walls and a beautiful meal prepared, anyone could tell that the spirit and festivity wasn’t there.

The first Christmas without him.

His girlfriend had gone to bed some time ago, but George sat buy the fireplace with a fireball whiskey in his hand for at least an hour after. After slamming the glass into the fire, he’d decided that it was time for bed. His hands shook as he reached his old room; the room he once shared with his twin. Releasing the air from his lungs, George gathered the courage to open the old wooden door.

Most of their belongings had been packed up, moved to the apartment above their joke shop - that he now ran on his own -. Their single beds had been rearranged and shifted together to make a bigger sleeping space, along the walls, old photographs danced with pictures that were frozen in a time when things were better. Good.

George noticed your tangled mess of hair as he lingered by the door. For the first time that night, he smiled a genuine smile as he made his way over, brushing your hair back and leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Behind him, he heard the soft rustles of parchment being blown about, and with a sigh he went over to close the window. ‘She must of left it open’ he thought to himself while he gathered up the scattered pieces, making his way over to the old study desk that was still by the opposite wall.

Placed almost perfectly upon the top of the desk, sat an old quill and the remains of a half empty ink bottle. The two items sat side by side with each other, and when he placed the parchment back onto the desk, it all looked too inviting.

Pulling his lip between his teeth, George checked over his shoulder once more to make sure you were still sleeping soundlessly, before pulling the chair back and placing himself in it. Almost instantly his palms started to sweat, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he continued to pick up the quill and dipping it into the ink.

Dear Fred,

I know you’re not here, you’re gone.. and so I know writing this letter to you means it will never find you. It means you’ll never get to read it, and know about the pain that I’m in knowing you’re gone forever.

I’m so mad, Freddie. I’m so mad because it shouldn’t of been you! I should of been there, been there to help you. We’re Fred and George, we’re never apart. Although somehow on that night, we managed to drift away, and now because of that I lost my best friend.

I miss you, more than words could ever explain.

I’m unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache of what now will never be.

In losing you, I lost myself. I’ve lost my spark, and I’ve lost my will. Still, each day I get up and put on a brave face because I know, if you were here you would be up my ass about how I need to get my shit together.

The store is still going great, although I’m running it on my own I’m amazed that it hasn’t fallen to the ground. Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes just isn’t the same without you. Ginny spends a lot of time at the shop, even if there’s nothing to do she still shows up and finds something to occupy her mind. I think it helps her feel closer to you Freddie. Harry tells me she cries every night over you.

We all do.

I - I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you. The plans we had made, now just a forgotten moment in time that were lost the day you died. My heart feels empty, like the day you left me you ripped a part of me away with you. Nothing makes sense anymore, and why should it? Why should life continue to move on around us like you never existed! It’s not fair..

What I would give if just to be able to see you one last time, to hug my brother and tell him that he was loved and made my life the best it could be. Maybe ask you how you’re doing there by yourself.

I met someone. Do you remember y/n y/l/n? From potions? Yeah, the girl who out pranked our professor prank score! Remember through fifth year it was an all out prank war between us and her? Wow, that’s probably the first proper chuckle I’ve had tonight remember how she lit a firecracker out of your desk! Snape was PISSED!

Well anyway, she helps. When I wake up through the nights and all that can be heard is my screams; she helps. When I remember you at work and drop what I’m doing; shes there to help. When were out and my body forgets how to move because why should it without you beside me; she makes sure I know that it’s okay.

And deep down I know that it’s all okay, that the pain of losing you Fred will ease over time, and soon I’ll be able to think about you and actually smile instead of leaving the room to cry that you’re not here. But for now, the pain is too much, the memory of seeing you there is too fresh. I remember praying that day that you would just wake up, that it was your greatest prank yet. And so, I know you wouldn’t want me to, but for now I need to let this pain in, so I can learn what it will be like to live in a life without you.

Watch over us all, will you Freddie?

Love forever, George.

George hadn’t noticed the tears falling down his face and onto the parchment, until another breeze tickled his cold cheeks. He quickly swatted at his eyes, turning his head to frown at the now open window. He checked the bed, but soon realised you were in the same position you were in before, George’s heart dropped.

“Freddie?”

Fred shook his head, leaning against the back of George’s chair to read over his brother’s shoulder. He laughed out loud remembering the firecracker you shot at him.

“Took off half my eyebrow she did!” He laughed, although sighing when his brother didn’t respond. He knew he wouldn’t see or hear him, Remus had prepared him before they made it to the burrow for one final goodbye. But the realisation of it still crushed heavy on Fred’s chest.

Fred watched his brother rise to his feet, making his way over to the window to pull it closed again. He considered flinging it open again, but decided against it. Instead, he made his way over to join his brother sat against the window sill.

“I miss you Freddie,” George cried, running one of his shaking hands through his hair. Fred chucked his arm over George’s shoulder, watching as George sat up straight from the cold chill that covered his back.

“I miss you more Georgie, more than anything.” Fred watched as his brother cried silently beside him, wishing he could do something to help ease his pain.

“You know in a second I would be here if I could George. But we can’t change the past. But in a way, you know I’ll alway be here with you, I’ll always be making sure you’re okay. Even if you can’t see me, I’m still here.”

Fred heard the voices of his companions outside the door, and knew that it was time to go. He rose from his spot beside George, turning to face his brother.

“I’m not alone and I’m not in pain George. Know that I’m at peace, and will always be in here-“ he reached forward and touched his hand to George’s heart.

George gasped, feeling the cold spread from his back to his chest. He looked up, and Fred swore George was looking right at him. George smiled a sad smile into the night.

“It’s okay, Freddie. I’m going to be okay.”

Fred turned his back to his brother, grinning to himself as he knocked the parchment off the desk once more. Outside the room, he met with Sirius and Lupin, who greeted him with open arms.

“Are you ready, son?” Lupin asked, patting him firmly on his back. Fred cast his eyes over his once home, taking it all in one last time. He was going to miss everyone so much.

Fred nodded, “I’m ready, I can leave them now.”

#harry potter x reader #george weasley imagine #george x reader #george weasley #fred deserved better #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #ron weasley #hermione granger #the battle of hogwarts #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #harry potter

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deobitchxx · 4 years ago

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Can I get request fluff or smut Haknyeon tbz where his s/o surprises him with something (shoot if you wanna take this in a smut route, w/ the something being handcuffs or lingerie 🥴go ahead if fluff it can be homemade foods) -maybe I am extra with the detail but oh well

[ 12:05 // 12.07.20 // R.SMUT ] “But can you come home tonight?” “No babe, my boss suddenly asked us to gather around to have a quick meeting that seemed important.” A sigh escaped from Haknyeon’s lips, as it could be audible for you to hear through the line. “I will try to make it up with you, alright? Love you.” “Love you too.” The response wasn’t something that you would hear every time both of you hung up, it was obvious that he sounded so disappointed but you couldn’t do anything about it either. Your boss threatened you that if you aren’t going to attend the meeting then you won’t have to come to work again tomorrow, or for the rest of your life. You released a deep sigh and put the phone on the table again, eyes rolling to the back as you threw yourself back on the chair, waiting for the boss to arrive. That’s what you, or probably everyone that works under him, hates the boss so much.

It was almost 11 in the night and you just arrived at the shared apartment with your idol boyfriend, Ju Haknyeon. He is an idol member of The Boyz, a group that slowly got recognised by the public due to their outstanding and magnificent performances at Road to Kingdom. They got first place and you were very proud of them, mostly your boyfriend. Thus, as a reward for their efforts, their boss gave them a week break and Haknyeon decided to spend the whole week with you. Since he’s getting busy, every second you have with him is very important that it shouldn’t be wasted that recklessly. It was already the fifth day of the week break so he got very eager to spend every hour with you. It was understandable when he started to get upset over your so-called-principes toward work.

Your feet immediately brought you to the bedroom, seeing the latter already laying on the bed with his back facing you, discreetly trying to tell you that he’s still upset with you. You found it adorable though, the fact that he’s jealous with everything that interrupted him from having you. It might look like some creepy obsession of his towards you, but you never take it that way because he never did anything wrong yet to you like a psycho should do. You approached him and laid your body next to him, casually placing your arm around his waist and snuggled closer to his body. “I miss you.” Silence dominated the room for a while before he replied, “Go take a bath. You just came back from outside and you made contacts with the humans, who knows you might get infected with the virus.” His response made your eyebrows furrowed down, and it seemed like he was still upset with you. “Oh come on, it’s not like I hug them or whatever.” “Just go take a bath. You stink.”

Yeah, he was rude to you that night but you can’t even blame him for being one. He wanted to spend every oxygen that he inhales with you since he knew that after the seventh day coming, you will end up alone in this shared apartment. Both of you won’t get to see each other anymore physically, only through the stupid rectangle sized of phones. You knew it would take a very long time for him to apologise, because his pride seems to dominate him whenever he is distressed. Therefore, you decided to plan a small surprise to him to make him feel better. That’s what results in you at the kitchen 6 in the morning, preparing homemade foods for breakfast. Haknyeon isn’t a picky eater and that’s what made him extra attractive. He would always eat your foods with so much appetites as you gained your confidence in cooking thanks to him.

“Haknyeon, wake up and let’s eat hm?” You gently shook his arm, as he opened his eyelids and immediately shut them again because of the sunlights that came through your bedroom’s windows. “I cooked your favourite homemade foods, go wash your face first and I’ll wait for you at the dining room.” You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as it happens to be your morning routine when he’s around. You waited for him at the dining room for a couple of minutes, before he came out from the room and hand still rubbing his sleepy eyes. However, his eyes got wider once he saw the amount of foods that displayed on the table. His smile can’t cooperate with his egotism. He ran to take a seat in-front of you and fingers rushed to hold the pair of chopsticks near his rice. “Thank you for the food!” You nodded as he began to eat everything in-front of him that you prepared for him. You enjoyed watching him the most when he’s eating, especially when he eats your homemade foods. As if you were a proud mother who enjoys watching her little son eat all of your foods with a lot of appetites.

However, the happiness didn’t last long as his egotism dominated him again. You released a deep sigh whenever he tried to ignore you and purposely being busy so that he won’t have to face you. It was pretty childish if you have to admit. Hence, you decided to pull out your last card. It was already 8 in the night, Haknyeon just finished taking his shower after enjoying the dinner you made for him. Grabbing the doorknob and twisting it to open the door, he was drying his hair with the small towel and seemed to not notice what was waiting for him on the bed. Once he laid his eyes up, his heart skipped a beat over the alluring scene displayed just for him. You were kneeling while wearing his favourite lingerie, a red coloured one that was made of silk. Your vision was limited due to the blindfold that wrapped around your eyes, as your hands were at your back, handcuffed. Oh shit, how hot you were at the moment. “W-What are you doing..” Even the guy who was so cold to you back then became a stammering guy once he saw you on the bed.

He tossed the towel to the other side, taking slow steps to you before sitting on the bed, his hand made contact with you. The sudden warm touch shivered you due to the cold temperature in the room, but you know by any minute soon the whole room will start to heat up. “You look so beautiful..” His hand played its magic on your arm, before going up to your face and caressed your cheek. “What am I supposed to do with you?” He asked, as his voice was a few octaves lower from his usual voice. “P-Punish me..” You gulped dry air and earned a raised eyebrow from the latter, “Mind to corroborate with that?” It was either you answered him and got the thing that you wanted the most at the moment, or stayed silent and ended up helplessly horny for the rest of the night. “I’ve been a bad girl.. I made you upset last night.” “Oh, did you?” He asked you in a teasing tone as his hand went south, stopping once it reached your collarbone. “How did you upset me, my love?” His finger wandered your skin before his other hand joined before both of his hands slowly wrapped around your neck. Instead of answering him, you were enjoying the pleasure but it didn’t seem to be a good view to the latter. “Didn’t I tell you that I hate brats who aren’t answering me? Are you a brat?” His thumb pressed harder on each side of your neck.

“I focused more on my work than you. I should’ve just gone back home instead of staying at the office. I made you angry and upset.” The corner of his lips raised out of satisfaction, “So what should we do with you?” “Fuck me. Make me go back to you. Make me think about you and only you” “Magic word?” You rubbed your thighs together to avoid the pool spreading all over your panty as you muttered, “D-D-Daddy..” Soon after, you heard the struggling sounds of him eagerly taking off his shorts as a hand placed behind your neck. You could feel the tip of his cock tapping on your mouth, asking for an entrance. Without wasting any time, you welcomed his cock with your widened open mouth. Your tongue flatten under his dick, sucking it as if it is one of your favourite ice cream. His hand now held your hair into a ponytail, as his other hand on your cheek, caressing them to tell you that you were doing a good job. His touch made you more spirited to please him, as you hollowed your cheeks and puffed them in, earning a sharp moan from the latter.

He began to thrust into your mouth without giving any mercy and shot his load into your mouth after several thrusts. His breath got quicken and he took his dick out from your lips, sighing in relief and amazed with the amount of cum inside your mouth. It was a lot, as some of them slowly dripped out from your lips. He immediately caught them from falling down to the bed and inserted his finger into your lips, who can’t seem to find the word ‘exhausted’ and began to suck them again. From his thumb, to his index finger, and even to his middle finger, you sucked his fingers so well. “My baby girl sure knows how to use her lips well huh?” He smirked as his wet fingers went south and stopped once it reached your panty. “And this needed to be off,” he took off your panty away, revealing your core for the latter to salivate. His fingers rubbed your cunt before pinching them, earning a loud moan from underneath him. He rubbed your clit with the fingers you sucked before returning your flavour, placing his lips on your clit.

“Daddy!” You moaned shamelessly, as you began to chant his name once his tongue licked all over your clit. Oh how bad you wanted to grab his hair and shoved him into your pussy, begging him to stop teasing you. “Please daddy… Stop teasing me,” Your hips grinded against his lips, hips moving forward as well to tell him that you were so eager for him to just fuck your pussy with his tongue. He smirked under your clit, knowing how powerful his lips held on you. He began to suck your clit, earning another sharp moan from the beautiful lady. You can’t stop yourself from letting the neighbours know who made you feel so good as the latter can’t stop either to pleasure you. He inserted his finger into your hole, helping you to pace faster to reach your cloud nine. Oh, how nice he was-- Or was he? Your high-pitched moans and hips moving aggressively signalling him that you were very close to your euphoric but all crashed down once he took out his fingers and his lips away from your pussy. Your whines could be heard afterwards as he leaned closer to your lips, whispering, “I want you to cum on my dick only.”

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liquorisce · 5 years ago

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decisions, decisions

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: Ichihime

Rating: K+

part 2

A/N: I really just miss bleach and wanted some post tybw banter between the Karakura Town folks. I know there’s no point wishing for a slice of life manga about these babies finishing school or college or whatever, so here’s a little fic on our beloved teens grappling with career choices. (ft. Ichigo unable to deal with feelings or the fact that Orihime might leave town for University hehe)

…

He stares absentmindedly at the football field in front of him, fond memories of different sports clubs wooing him to join. The fights he’s had, the punches he’s taken, the ridiculous antics that he’d gotten up to over the years… It’s all going to be different now, huh. The large brown envelope marked ‘career counseling and university applications’, certainly indicated so.

“And?” Tatsuki asks, as she plops onto the bench besides him, “… how’d the career counseling go?”

“… Well, I’d pretty much expected it after the survey outcome, but I think I’ll study English.”

“Well yeah, it makes sense. You’re pretty much the only one in class who can string together two sentences in English successfully,” Mizuiro says, not looking up from his cellphone.

“Huuuuh, this makes no sense! A delinquent studying English?! I thought only fancy girls from elite private schools study that shit,” Keigo whines, before suddenly gasping in realization. He gives Ichigo a sly smile, “Or is that the reason why you want to choose English? To study in a class with pretty rich girls?!”

Ichigo rolls his eyes. He could deny it all he wants, but he’s realized Keigo’s assumptions had already gone too far judging from the dreamy-eyed look in his eyes. “Ne, Ichigo, you’ll introduce us to the pretty girls too, right?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he splutters, “I’m not Mizuiro,” -

“Well, I don’t really need help with the introductions,” Mizuiro states, “so please don’t club me with yourself, Asano-san.”

“You’ll have to apply out of town though, right?” Tatsuki interjects, “Does the public university here even offer foreign language courses?”

“… It’s new,” he mutters, thankful for Tatsuki’s change of topic, “They’re starting a Modern English Studies programme here this year, and next year they plan on having an English Lit specialization as well, so that might be interesting. Not many people know of it because it’s Karakura and they’re shit at advertising so I’m hoping that’ll increase my chances of getting in.”

“I’m kind of jealous of you guys,” she says wistfully, “you’ll all be going to university together. Don’t forget to invite me to your fancy university parties okay?”

“… No promises” -

“But Arisawa-san will be so busy, traveling all over the country for her competitions. It’s not our fault if you miss out on all the… ahem… latest developments,” Mizuiro says, with a wink.

“Right, about that, I’m going to count on you to keep an eye on them and report everything, okay?” she responds, grinning to herself. If the two idiots didn’t manage to confess to each other even in university, she’d truly give up on the concept of love.

“What are you idiots conspiring about?” Ichigo asks, completely clueless about the winks and the mischievous smiles being exchanged between Tatsuki and Mizuiro. “What ‘developments’ are you talking about? And who’s ‘them’ ?!”

“That’s between the two of us,” she says cheekily, “besides, where’s Orihime?”

…

Ichigo is the first to spot her. He calls out to her noticing her shuffling out of the counselor’s office in a daze. She’s different today, he notices, her cheery smile replaced by a completely chewed lower lip, her grey eyes worried and anxious.

“What happened to you?” Tatsuki exclaims, “You like you’re about to cry?”

“… What did the counselor say?” Ichigo asks, finding himself having to suppress this irrational anger at the idea of someone upsetting Orihime. It’s ridiculous, this reaction, but he adds it to the growing list of recently observed ridiculousness she evokes from him.

“I just… I’m so confused about this whole University thing!” she whines, miserably. He smiles at this, because she’s not alone in feeling this way, but her somewhat childish outburst just makes him relax a little. Gives him comfort that she isn’t suffering from something in her lonesome, that unlike a couple of years ago, she feels comfortable in sharing what’s on her mind.

“Maybe I shouldn’t even bother. It would be easier to just start working, it would make more sense financially too.” She’d started rambling to herself at this point. “… That’s right, I could just keep working at the bakery and maybe someday I could have my own,” -

“Inoue, I’m not sure how many people would enjoy your unique flavour profiles,” -

“… Shut up, Ichigo” - there’s a loud whack sound in the background, but Orihime doesn’t notice -

“… and I could do multiple jobs, be a babysitter, work at Dunkin Donuts, it’ll be so much simpler,” -

“Orihime,” Tatsuki raises her voice, shaking her out of her monologue. “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to go to University? And this can’t be about your grades, they’re almost perfect.

“… And what about your career aptitude survey?” Ichigo nudged, “Didn’t that help you decide what you want to study?”

“Eh…,” She smiles at him sheepishly, “Um, unfortunately I couldn’t make too much out of that,” -

“Of course,” Tatsuki sighs, sarcastically, “Our little girl genius here has shown an aptitude for so many professions that it hasn’t helped in the slightest.”

Ichigo gapes at her in shock. “… It’s not like that Tatsuki-chan,” she denies vehemently, a pretty pink blush dusting her cheeks. “Besides, it’s not just what I want to study…” she trails off, fidgeting with the strap of her bag.

“Ochi-sensei suggested I could try applying to University out of town as well,” she finishes quietly, looking nervously at her own feet.

Ichigo finds himself at a loss of words. What she’s saying isn’t particularly insane, many of their classmates harboured dreams of moving to bigger cities, even Tatsuki’s karate championships would take her out of town so often, it was almost as good as her moving away, and Chad intended on training at a camp not too far out of town and then hitting the boxing circuit…

But listening to Orihime saying it, in her soft, serious voice, head bent over, it just made everything feel so much more real. And the thought of her leaving Karakura -

“That’s amazing, Inoue-san,” Mizuiro exclaimed, for once lifting his attention away from his constant stream of texts, “Do you think you’d move to Tokyo? I wanted to apply, but the counselor made it pretty clear that with my grades I didn’t stand a chance…”

Tokyo?! That was literally 3 hours away by car. Way too far.

“That’s an excellent idea” Keigo gasps, “Inoue-chan, this town is no place for a beauty like you” -

“You have so much potential, Orihime,” Tatsuki says softly, dismissing Keigo’s clownery, and feeling somewhat proud of what her insanely smart yet ridiculously underconfident best friend, “you shouldn’t waste it on babysitting and working in a donut shop.” She looks at Ichigo, who seemed to be somewhat in shock, his scowl intense and focused on Orihime.

“Say something, moron, and drop the scary look,” she whispers.

But he couldn’t, really, didn’t know what to say besides, no, flat out, because that was the only thing that kept repeating over and over in his mind. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Are you… sure you want to leave town?”

“I-I don’t know,” she looks up at him, her face crumpled and downright miserable, and he hated it, hated when she looked at him that way, hated what she was saying, and hated this consuming feel that was taking over him. “I mean, I want to stay. I want to stay with you and Tatsuki-chan, and Sado-kun and Ishida-kun, and Kojima-san and Asano-san and go to class together, and eat lunch together, but…”

But it’s not going to be like that anymore. She didn’t have to say it for him to understand. He didn’t think he was a sentimental guy, but he’d been doing his best not to deal with this fact. And he wanted to scream at the world, really, because after the last couple of outrageous school years that they’ve had, he’d really appreciate some time to relax with his friends and go through the motions of a regular high school life, participate in the cultural fest, ask a girl out on a date…

“… It’s not going to be that different, Orihime,” Tatsuki says, interrupting his thoughts, but you can hear it in her voice, the guilt, the bittersweet recognition that despite her own excitement for her career, she had precious relationships that she may not have as much time for. But she tries to muster up the encouragement for her friend, “… I’ll still be around, and so will many of us, and we can all meet up after classes. If you decide to stay that is. But if you do decide to leave, we’ll have Skype calls, and you’ll make new friends,” -

Ichigo shoots her an annoyed look. Orihime was supposed to be Tatsuki’s best friend. And he just didn’t understand why the hell she would actually be encouraging her to go to an unknown city, with more than 10 million people, with her accident-prone nature and her unfailing ability to attract creeps. “It’ll be fine,” he says, gruffly, convincing himself that she will be, because she’s strong and smart and good-natured, and she’ll take care of herself just fine, “… I’m sure you’ll do amazing if you decide to study somewhere else.”

“But…,” and this is the harder part, overcoming this absurd lump in his throat, weighing down on him unbearably. Saying it would mean admitting it, admitting it to himself and maybe considering that this feeling had further reaching implications that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Was it so crazy that he really, really didn’t want her to leave?

“… It would be really nice if you stayed.”

A/N: I’m fairly shit at this, but I want more of them, so I think I’ll continue with a couple more of these and maybe some more pining when they enter uni, cuz WHO CAN RESIST ICHIHIME PINING

If you reached all the way here, THX for reading! pls like or reblog or whatevs or just talk to me about ichihime PLS <3</i>

#bleach #ichihime #kurosaki ichigo #inoue orihime #liquorisce fanfiction

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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Femme: 42

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Eric Nam.

Rating: Mature

Length: 4.6k

Warnings: sex, pregnant sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), spanking, Tae-Jin sandwich, praise, birth. NO PROOF READING OR EDITING.

Announcement: this chapter was so easy to write I think it was because of all you guys showing it love.

Recap: Yoongi had a taste for baby food, the Bangtan family moves house, the BTS Femme channel grows some more and Kyungju goes to daycare. You make an unlikely friend and save him from peril. Sharing an intense moment with Namjoon in the hospital. Namjoon’s father, the bean that he is, makes a new friend in Eric.

Seokjin dressed in his nicest button-down and his softest emerald cardigan. He picked up his blazer with a smile. You were old fashioned and so was he, his mother always told him to bring a handkerchief and a Jacket so he could give them to his loved one. Sneaking glances to the other side of the master walk-in closet. You were only wearing your lingerie but you picked up a beautiful emerald green dress and some flats. You must have noticed his colour choice and decided to match.

He watched you struggle to pull the dress down over your belly and decided to help. He took the hem and gently unravelled the back and it slid down with ease. Giving him a big smile you eyed him up and down. How could he be so handsome? With nimble fingers, he brushed your hair behind your ear and secured it with a beautiful clip. It was a silver feather and looked rather cute on.

“I like when I can see your pretty neck, my love” He undid your velvet black collar and placed it onto the dresser. You felt a wave of shame. It felt wrong to not wear it. It was like you did something wrong and was being punished, you reached out to grab it but he was already fastening something to your neck. He steered you to the mirror to see a beautiful choker necklace.

It was stunning and your eyes went wide. With a delicate yet intricate design, it sat securely to your neck and with white gold chains hung a crescent moon with a star inside. “This is something pretty you can wear when going out” Turning you pressed your lips to his tasting a honey flavour. He pulled you close your round belly preventing your bodies from really touching. “We should be on our way”

You followed him in a daze. Seokjin stopped picking up his dark Jacket and pocketing a handkerchief for the journey. Walking out, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were all dancing with Kyungju. They wished you fun on your date and you left to a Kombi van in the driveway. “I know it’s not the nicest of cars but, with our growing family this seemed like the best choice”

“A van seriously!” That wasn’t the way he expected you to say it turning to your bright smile and adoring eyes, you ran to the doors and threw it open, you explored the inside with a childlike nature. “It’s huge”

“You like it?” “You kidding this is my dream car” “When I was a kid we would always go places, but someone always had to stay behind as there wasn’t enough room, or we had to take multiple cars and that really made me mad, but, this is amazing. We can take a camping trip to Taehyung’s family farm, his father keeps asking for us to visit” You ran your hands along the seats.

Seokjin checked the time and grinned, “We have to get moving we have reservations, let’s go for a drive” He started the engine and pulled out onto the road driving sensibly, his hand resting on your thigh. Unwinding the window you laid your head just on the edge of the door so you could feel the breeze.

You were happy. Truly. There was nothing you wanted more than a drive on a warm night with a cool breeze. Arriving at a beautiful theatre you thought that perhaps you were watching a musical or ballet. But he led you through the crowds to grab some snacks and drinks. He waited outside the bathroom while you went. You knew you had to go before whatever you were watching.

You were glad of your choice as it wasn’t a musical, play or Ballet. It was a comedy show and you were laughing so hard enjoying the show. Seokjin was laughing so hard it made everyone laugh even more. After the show, you both ate at a buffet talking to your camera for your channel talking about your night. Laying your head on his shoulder listening to him sing to the radio. This was perfect. It always took Seokjin a long time to relax from work. You loved his childish side.

Arriving home giddy from the evening activities, you both headed to the bathroom. Seokjin ran a warm bath with scents and candles, he stepped in first and pulled you to sit between his legs. You laid back against his chest and he ran his warm hands over your belly, trickling warm water over the baby bump. He giggled into your hair as he felt the baby wiggle and move inside you.

“This baby is definitely JK’s, Kyungie barely moved in your belly, but this little one is an active one, and that scares me” Deciding to move to the bed when you yawned for what seemed like the thirtieth time. Sinking into the soft mattress your back clicking back into place as your spine stretched out, Seokjin draped his arm over your waist and held your belly his soft breathing in your ear.

Taehyung feeling your presence in his sleep rolled over sliding his hand past you to hold Seokjin’s waist his soft flat tummy pressed against your swollen one. He spoke to you in his sleep not really making sense but just mumbling to you. Your dreams were filled with vivid colours and strange concepts.

You woke the next morning still wrapped up in a Tae-Jin sandwich, you tried to escape to go to the toilet. They woke and laughed watching you waddle off to the bathroom. When you left the bathroom the two were still lying there looking so comfortable sharing kisses. They held their arms out wiggling their fingers enticingly in your direction. You crawled back in between them and they stripped you from your clothes kissing and touching you so gently.

Taehyung took out his camera and was snapping pictures of the two of you asking you about your date. Seokjin was kissing and massaging your body making loud moans escape your body. Taehyung fascinated by the sounds escaping your body covered your mouth with his and mingled his own to make beautiful harmony. Seokjin smiled up at you.

“Taehyung-ssi, let’s climb to the top” Taehyung grinned at his Hyung the two using two fingers to walk up the small hill that was your belly. “Wow, the view is so beautiful up here?”

After the playful banter and laughter between the two, you crossed your arms feigning anger. “No you are beautiful, we love you?” “Prove it?” “Are you sure you want this handsome Oppa to prove to you how much he loves you, you might regret it”

“I don’t see an Oppa, I see Taehyungie and an Ajhussi” you grinned and his mouth fell open. “The disrespect,” he said rolling you onto your side and spanking your bottom, he was in no way assertive like Namjoon, Hoseok or Yoongi but he played the part well none the less. “You will regret these words”

Lifting you onto your hands and knees he didn’t hesitate to join his lips to your heat. Taehyung grinned watching your mouth fall open unable to retort. You were a mess when he tongue circled your clit fingers curling deliciously inside your pussy. Hand lurching forward trying to grab for Taehyung, who interlaced your fingers together.

Taehyung was truly captivated by your beautiful bodies. His trousers were extremely tight and he shifted uncomfortably. You felt the warmth in your lower regions spreading while the coil in your stomach twisted further ready to snap. Seokjin pulled back, “Tell me, my love, If I am an Ajhussi then I must be too old to fuck you” he licked his lips wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“I don’t think you are too old Hyung” Taehyung grinned at Seokjin, the two had been fooling around a lot, experimenting and switching the roles of their bedroom relations. You were always interested to see who took charge on their day to day intimacy. “Ah, then I shall have to fuck my Taehyungie instead unless someone wants to beg me.” Seokjin raised his eyebrows towards your panting form he really almost had you on his tongue earlier.

“Jinnie please, it was a joke” He didn’t listen climbing onto Taehyung and kissing him his hand sliding into the photographer’s baggy lounge pants. Taehyung was clutching the front of Seokjin’s shirt his back arched trying to suppress any sound. “Ngh…” Taehyung was panting heavily his strangled whines the only sound he could communicate. “Come on pretty boy, you can do it” Seokjin’s fist tightened around Taehyung’s cock pumping faster trying to send him over the edge. He was squirming unable to stay still as he came onto his stomach and chest.

“Jinnie can you please do that with me?” “What did you say?” “Can you please fuck me” you muttered “I can darling”

Propped up with pillows against the headboard, Seokjin knelt between your legs stroking his dick, He took his time burying himself between your wet folds. Taehyung was exhausted but grabbed his camera to take some photos his eyes never leaving the place where you two were joined. “That’s beautiful” he smiled you knew he had a strange way of seeing things and this had to be one of those moments. “It just looks like love”

Taehyung was so sentimental and found beauty in the strangest things.

Jung kook was walking around the house in his tank top and gym shorts, he finished work hours ago and yet hadn’t had time to change. He was fiddling with his fingers and pulling at the hair to the new nursery, he was unsettled. You finally had enough and called him in. His eyes were shadowed, you knew whatever it was had been plaguing him for more than this evening “What is wrong Yeobo?”

“Nothing really” “Kookie, tell me please I want to know” “I am nervous, it’s getting closer and I don’t want to see you in pain again, I… I just can’t” “Kook, millions of women before me have had children in worse conditions, I think I can handle it okay, it’s enough to know you care” “I will be there and I will hold your hand the whole time” “You make it sound like it’s my first day of school, Kookie I would rather you weren’t there because I don’t want you to see me in pain or you will blame yourself for the rest of your life, I want you to be strong and wait with the boys and sing me that pretty song you all wrote for my birthday”

Gasping you took his hand and placed it against your tummy he waited patiently. This wasn’t the first time he felt the baby kick but it was his favourite thing. You loved how his face would light up his eyes sparkling and bunny teeth on show. He ran out the room his feet tapping against the floor, you were confused and before you could follow him he ran back wearing a jacket.

“I made something?” He opened the jacket to reveal a black shirt with white writing it read ‘Team Y/N’ and it had a bulletproof vest emblem over the heart. He smiled and held up yours and he flipped it over and it said ‘Mum’ on the back in Korean. He turned and you saw ‘Dad’ written on his back. He then held up two tiny suits one said ‘brother’ and another ‘baby’. “I made them for everyone, the boys have theirs laid out on the bed for later.”

You felt extremely encouraged, you were going to have your own little cheerleading team. The nursery was finally painted and decorated the theme was grey, white and pastel mint green, the clothing colours you had chosen were pastel mint green and white.

You were finally full term, the due date had past and you were playing a waiting game. Trying everything safe to help you go into Labour. You were dancing not too vigorously when that didn’t work you gently bounced on a birthing ball. An Idea struck you and you walked into the studio and turned Yoongi’s chair. He froze looking up at you. Sweeping him into a kiss, he was quick to get the message pushing his equipment aside and taking you on the desk. That is until you felt the third contraction in the forty-five minutes of your activities.

He lifted your right leg and hooked it over his arm so he was able to fuck you deep, just like you liked. He was cumming hard inside you when he felt a warm wet feeling and he opened his eyes and looked down frowning. “Did your water break again?” “Yeah, I think it did?” “Why does this always have to happen to me” he laughed moving you from his desk before you ruined his expensive workstation and walked you to the master bathroom and started a shower, he helped you clean up rubbing your back when your contractions took over.

Your body must know what was happening because everything was progressing faster, you were more relaxed and not particularly scared as you had done this all before.

The boys came home after work, each wearing team shirts that said ‘Dad’ on the back. Seokjin had picked up Kyungju and they all arrived to see you leaning over the back of the couch. Grabbing your bags and things you all piled into the van heading to the birthing clinic. Everyone was dressed in the team shirts that Jungkook had made and you updated your channel on the baby being on the way.

Your phone was buzzing, all your friends and family were messaging to wish you luck. Namjoon’s father and Eric were holding a good luck banner, and there was a message from Inshik telling you how strong you were.

The boy left when the active labour began and you were all business, you knew what to expect so you weren’t going to cry, not this time. You were pushing and breathing in time. The boys started singing outside the birthing suite. “Baby I know, I can make it better, I can hold you tighter…”

With them singing, you took deep breaths and pushed, but the baby didn’t cry. It was like a shock through the heart and the nurse cleared the airways and you heard the shrill cry that made tears pour from your eyes. The baby was placed on your chest and you sobbed it was the biggest scare of your life.

You took a shower and changed laying back on the bed ready to be taken to your wardroom, the boys all stepped inside they swarmed around you. Jungkook sobbing into your neck. They brought the baby over for the boys to see.

“It’s a boy Kookie, you have a son, I know we have been looking at a lot of potential names and I think I like the one you suggested first, Jeon Jeongsan.”

“JeonJeon, has his mother’s hair” Hoseok smiled cradling the newborn while Jungkook hovered for his turn once more.

“He is cute our little JJ” You grinned as Jimin stepped in front of Jungkook for the next hold. It was like Jungkook couldn’t get enough of it. He would hear one noise and look at you panicked, just for you to tell him that it was a sneeze.

“Is he cold, I can get his blanket”

“Jaykay, he is perfectly fine, just relax, sit down and admire your son like a proud father” Yoongi smiled and pulled the maknae to sit beside him. “Tonight we shall toast some whiskey, what do you say, and I can impart some dad secrets”

When you had brought the baby home Jungkook was hysterical, you couldn’t take him seriously. You walked in on him changing the baby in rubber gloves and a peg on his nose.

Taehyung starred at the baby and hummed, “his eyes are so big, they must be your eye shape, y/n, he looks like he could be part of an anime, look they sparkle”

Namjoon was doing the washing. He placed the baby in the basket of dry clean clothes and made faces while stacking the washing machine. He left the laundry only to shout “THE BABY” and rushing back in apologizing profusely scooping up Jeongsan from his comfy bed and taking him to the living room. He had been quite peaceful curled up in the clean washing and you suspected he had a sensitive nose like his father.

Jeongsan was definitely a sensitive baby, he almost refused to be held by anyone who wasn’t his biological father, to the point where Jungkook took longer leave off work to help settle the baby. He even refused to breastfeed so you were reduced to pumping so that Jungkook could feed the baby. He became a Mumma bear. Making sure his son had enough to eat, he knew all of Jeongsan’s cues and mannerisms. As much as you found it cute you were devastated that your baby didn’t want you.

That is until he was almost a month old, he woke up in the middle of the night crying, and wouldn’t settle for Jungkook, you took him into your arms and he settled instantly. He didn’t seem to want to leave you and after you fed him you felt yourself breaking down. You had held it in so long and pretended it didn’t bother you but the relief when he came to you to feel safe brought you comfort.

Kyungju walked into the room -he had discovered how to escape his crib recently- Woogie in one hand and two fingers in his mouth. He climbed up onto the bed and over every single sleeping figure until he found his father. Yoongi in his sleep lifted his arm and allowed the boy to settle into his chest.

After that night Jeongsan preferred to stay close to you, but when he fussed you took him to Jungkook and he nuzzled his father's shirt trying to smell his skin.

Kyungju’s was one and a half and loved to play on his toy piano he got on his first birthday. Yoongi took the tiny toy and began playing songs for his son complaining as there were only ten keys and what could his son play. You had the audacity to tell your musical husband that you could successfully play hot cross buns and he threw a stuffed poodle at you. Kyungju copied anything his father did, this included and wasn’t limited to; sitting beside his father while he worked in the studio, while Yoongi played the piano he sat beside playing his toy one, making grunts instead of answering and some serious swear words you had scolded your husband for even though you admitted it was cute.

“Mama, JayJay Woogie” Kyungju said urgently and you grinned taking the small comfort toy from your youngest and handed it to its rightful owner. This brought up problems as your youngest wouldn’t settle, you ordered online a small soft bunny that resembled the soft Cat greatly.

“Come on my Ju, let's go get something to eat you want nummas?” You grinned and the boy squealed following you. “What do you want?” “Eggy Bread, Eggy Bread” he shouted it amused you how he thought an omelette shared any resemblance to bread. Hoseok scooped Kyungju up from behind and blew raspberries on the boy's belly tickling him. He stilled the wiggling child in his arms long enough to press a searing kiss to your lips. “No Daddy-bi dat my mummy”

“Oh is this your mummy, but I want to kiss mummy. Can I kiss mummy?” he asked the boy politely, throwing in a please for good measure the boy crossed his arms and shook his head. “No my mummy” He shouted once more covering Hoseok’s mouth when he leaned in for another kiss. “Just one kiss, please Juju or I will get sad” “Okay mama,” he said and Hoseok made sure he got his money worth kissing you for as long as he could.

Not wanting to alarm anyone but you were experiencing some really bad issues. You were having trouble seeing, your eyes couldn’t focus but the optometrist said it wasn’t your eyes but your brain. Your hair had started to shed not excessively, but enough to notice a difference, you assumed it was because of the change in weather. There were days where you couldn’t physically eat without puking. You were losing so much weight. Randomly your limbs would go numb and you couldn’t feel anything.

You had kept it all a secret but you had fainted one afternoon in front of Namjoon. Having to come up with an excuse that you were tired and dehydrated you were sent to bed with a bottle of water for when you felt thirsty.

You watched Kyungju and Jeongsan grow up together, you smiled the older always taking his brother's hand and taking him on adventures around the house and backyard. The two would look at bugs and smile bringing them to show you their hands grubby with dirt and mud.

Kyungju turned two years old and was talking with almost proper words. He was still quite small. Yoongi’s mother assured you he was like that as well despite their appropriate appetites. Jeongsan was one year old today and you were holding a party in the park. It was June which meant the weather was amazing and you gave everyone ice cream from the van.

You smiled watching Seokjin talk about his new position as CEO after handling the account issues and managing the Hotel successfully all those years he was finally promoted working just under the board of directors. Eric was looking healthy and happy, he was getting ready for his final year at high school and was applying for both jobs and university.

You felt your head spin momentarily before everything went black.

Waking in the hospital you sat up and everyone was standing around you, they had taken some tests while you slept and everyone was waiting on the results. A nurse came in and asked what you were experiencing and when you explained the boys were horrified that you kept something so serious from them. The fear in their eyes was intense.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get sick?” “Miss Y/N, is it?” The doctor knocked poking his head inside you nodded “It seems you are pregnant but your immune system is feeling quite attacked, it seems you haven’t received your vaccinations since being unfrozen, as the world develops new virus’ and bugs are created and you are no longer immune to this world, now three of these vaccinations are several harmful to an unborn child, and the rest are perfectly safe, you have a few options, you don’t seem far along in your pregnancy by the levels of estrogen and progesterone you are no more than a month or two. That being said we can Terminate the pregnancy and you these life-saving vaccinations or we can proceed with this pregnancy without the three major vaccines which are not recommended as it could kill you and the baby. Or we can give you the vaccinations and risk terminating the pregnancy or cause major side effects to your baby's development. The thing is, something is affecting you. We don't know which illness it is but it needs to be fixed as it is putting stress on your body essentially killing you slowly”

“I don’t want to terminate the pregnancy, give me all of them except the three major ones” “Wait we need to talk about this?” Namjoon said and they all looked alarmed

You had a major debate between the options and you stood your ground, you don’t know what it was, a mother’s intuition, hysteria or what but you knew you couldn’t terminate the pregnancy. Everything was going well, you were able to eat once more, you were feeling better and it was October. The boys were dressed up for Halloween and they went trick or treating in the neighbourhood. You were dressed up as a pumpkin and you walked the streets when you felt a sharp pain, you led the boys back home quickly and were trying to hold it together near them.

You found out it was Taehyung’s baby and he was inconsolable for day’s he kept apologizing that it was his fault and you were going to die. You reassured him often you were feeling healthy and ready to take on the world. It took him a long while before he was excited for the new baby to come. He finally started talking to your baby and was delighted when the first kicks came in. He soothed the baby when it got restless with his deep smooth voice and decorated the new babies nursery he chose white grey fawn and hints of orange. You smiled as there were cute outfits he bought a beautiful little bear comfort toy that matched Kyungju’s cat and Jeongsan’s bunny. He sang strange songs to your belly every night. One afternoon you were watering the garden in a sky blue dress watching Kyungju pull his brother along chasing a butterfly.

“She looks like a blue parrot, would you come fly to me” His hands wrapped around you swaying you back and forth as he sang.

Something was wrong, you weren’t due until January, but these were strong contractions. The boys weren’t home and you needed to go to the hospital. You laid down and the contractions stopped. Relieved you rested on the couch while the boys played and ate their snacks. Yoongi came home and walked over to the couch he rubbed your belly gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as your face was too scared for this to be okay. “I was getting contractions, but I am only six months Yoongi the baby won’t live if they are born now” “It’s okay, everything is okay?” He kissed you and you felt a popping sensation and a big gush of warm water escape you like in the movies. He froze and looked down as he was yet again the victim of your water breaking. “I call bullshit, I didn’t even touch you”

Jumping into action he got you all into the car and to the hospital, they laid you in the bed and did an ultrasound checking to see if the baby was under stress and how developed you were. “Your babies are in fact full-term, their heart and lungs look perfectly normal and they seemed ready to come out, we won’t delay the labour, but would you prefer to deliver them naturally or via C section?”

You were shocked he said babies as in more than one, you looked at your stomach which wasn’t extremely huge. “What do you mean babies?” “How many are in there?” “There are two?”

“You were waiting until you were fully dilated, Yoongi had started filming hoping the others would turn up soon. Taehyung ran in and was frantic, he grabbed your hand and started kissing you. “What’s going on, it’s too early?” Hoseok asked “The babies were further along than was estimated” Yoongi smiled “Welcome to the club” “Babies?” Namjoon picked up on the plural

You held up two fingers, with a giggle.

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a-simple-imagine · 5 years ago

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Mother of Exiles

Synopsis: Guess it’s time to get the ball rolling on this revolution but first a party

Pairing: Dolores Abernaty x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

A/N - Sorry this is late. I have a lot going on.

Warning: Guns. Mentions of nudity.

"Did you find something?"

Her gentle voice draws your eyes from the mirror as she walks towards you joined by another. For your first mission, you had been given the ultra dangerous task of.... going shopping; not exactly what you expected but here you were stood in some overly pristine clothing establishment. It was rather small and didn't appear too busy but just about everything in her cost more than your apartment. You wonder if Dolores knew that when she brought you here. It had been a while so you flash a smile at her return. You weren't sure how much longer you could put up with being here, or Karen who keeps asking if you need any help every five minutes. Although you did appreciate the compliments being thrown your way with every new outfit.

The AR mirror was a particular favourite of your shopping adventure. It made the tedious notion of shopping a tad more bearable. Your reflection wore a black and navy blue peak lapel tuxedo jacket with matching flare pants. It wasn't a bad look, minus the flare.

"Not really," your entire body slumping with a groan. "Nothing looks right,"

With a hand placed delicately over your shoulder, Dolores takes control of the AR menu. You watch as she shifts through the various options; dashing suits, delicate jumpsuits, elegant dresses before finally making her selection. It's always a treat to watch a new outfit unravel across your reflection and this time was no different. The most elegant of black dresses descended, a delicate embroidered flower pattern lines the chest that stopped above the waist. The V-neck plunged deep between the valley of your breast. It reached to the floor and from the shoulder was a cape. It was beautiful and you're almost in awe of her choice however it wasn't the most practical of outfits.

"It looks good on you," You meet her blue eyes in the mirror just before she turns to her companion. "Wouldn't you agree, Caleb?"

So his name was Caleb. You wonder who they are to each other as you await his response. He gives a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, looks good."

The corner of your lips turn up but you're still unsure of the choice. Staring at yourself, all you could focus on was everything possibly wrong with the outfit. Was it too long? Did the v-neck show off too much skin? Should you go for something simpler? Shorter?

"What is this for?"

"A party." Her hand glides off you shoulder as she steps back. "And you need to blend in,"

"I don't think a fancy dress is gonna make anyone believe I'm part of high society."

"It's tribal," Dolores insists. "They use plumage to identify themselves which makes them easily fooled."

"She said the same to me just go with it," Caleb adds, taking a seat off to the side.

"I couldn't possibly afford this," You explain in a hushed tone, twisting your body so you could have a gander at the back. It mimicked a backless dress through its use of see-through material and edged with flora of eccentric lace.

"I think this is a winner," Guess she made up your mind. You didn't mind though, making decisions when it came to spending could be... difficult at times.

"Wouldn't something a little more practical work better if we're on the job," You counter as you step down from the podium almost weirdly relieved to be in your everyday clothes.

"It won't matter," she insists. "We are not doing anything complicated."

"So what are we doing anyway?"

Dolores explained the operation as if she was explaining something very complex to a young child. To summarise you were planning to attend a party of sorts in order to find and detain Liam Demphery Jr, a figurehead of Incite Inc. So as you got ready, you mentally prepared yourself to kidnap a man or more so borrow. You could live with that. It wasn't like you were some corporate bootlicker; you were just new to all this crime business and you didn't exactly have much of a choice. Help Dolores or die w're your options.

Even in an age of speed, you're still surprised by how quickly they altered the dress to your liking. You just wanted it a little shorter so it was easier to walk in and run should the moment arise. Goes to show that money really was power. The dress may not have been the most practical but it did look the part. Dolores was sporting a simple but frankly spectacular jumpsuit that stopped just above her chest. Her beautiful blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. She looked amazing, not that you had been staring as you walked in just a few steps behind her. Meanwhile, Caleb was beside you dressed in a black tuxedo with a black shirt and tie. You had to admit the man cleans up well; he looked very dapper. You all matched in a sense; all in team colours if you will. When Dolores had said party, she meant party. This was in no way you average get together but an almost overly pristine masquerade event full of elites. Women adorned beautiful white dresses while there wasn't a man in sight not in a tuxedo. The walls were covered in artwork of the finest caliber, some of it was even animated. The rich sound of the violinists filled the entire room with an aura of elitism and sophistication. You’re in awe of the world you've stepped into even though it wasn't for long. Heading towards a table decorated with a variety of masks. They had simply ones of one colour to ones with bold designs and feathers. You eye a white one with an intricate gold pattern but Dolores hands you a simple black one.

"What is this?" Caleb asks as he is given one too.

"I thought your world would be so different than mine," Dolores starts, placing the material mask over here head and fitting it against the bridge of her nose. "But there isn't any difference at all."

Dolores heads into the crowd and Caleb trails after. You place on your mask and follow in toe. Your eyes scanning the crowd for the target but you can't help but take in the sheer size and bizarreness of it all. It was like a different world; one filled with the finest of things but only for those in dresses worth way too much. It was surreal to be surrounded by so much wealth. There were various podiums set up around the room, each had a crystal chandelier of sorts hung above. And on display were tastefully naked individuals being ogled by the wealthy. You didn't feel any particular way towards nudity, you didn't see it as an abomination or indecent. You just didn't quite grasp what they were doing or what this whole event was even about.

"I'll take him when he's alone," Her words break you from you existential crisis over how rich people choose to spend their time. Dolores wore a small but knowing smile. "Wouldn't want to spoil the fun,"

You don't bother asking because if there's one thing you know about Dolores it's that she never answers your questions: and when she does it's usually vague and unhelpful. From the corner of your eye, you notice a server as they pass, quickly grabbing a flute of champagne off their little tray. Two sets of eyes fall to you and you buckle under the pressure. "What? I need something to calm my nerves-" You huff like a child being scolded. "Dolores just said to have fun."

It was true. You were feeling on edge and this would help with your confidence since Dolores insisted that you should stop using limbic tabs. You weren't sure how long you'd last without them but so far so good... kinda. "Stay focused."

"I can multi-task." With a heavy sigh, both of them continue walking. "How long is this gonna take?"

Bringing the glass to your lips, you take a small sip to gauge the taste. Fine bubbles exploded against your tongue in an explosion of dainty flavours. It had a floral taste to it with hints of fresh fruit. Maybe a hint of peach? You couldn't be sure but either way, it tasted expensive. You've had champagne before but it never tasted like this.

"You're not enjoying yourself?" Caleb asks from a few steps ahead.

"Can't say I'm particularly interested in anything here," Your shoulders rise in a casual shrug as you narrowly avoid crashing into a couple who had no intention of moving out the way for you. "couldn't afford it either, the champagne is good though."

As your path drifts you find yourself separated from the others. Everything about this place absolutely reeked of privilege and nobody even suspected that you didn't belong. Guess Dolores was right in saying they are easily fooled. All it took was a gorgeous gown and a mask you never imagined yourself wearing. Staring up from the edge of a podium, you admire the man who was so proudly on display. He wore nothing but a Victorian ruffle style collar paired with sleeves. His muscles so defined as he lay his body bare for the world to see. You couldn't imagine being in his position but each their own. You tried not to look but you couldn't help your curiosity as your eyes drifted from his abs down to his rather... large penis and back. Jesus Christ, he could do some damage with that thing; not that you were judging him or choosing to objectify him. It was just an observation. You're unsure of his role at such a high-end event until you overhear someone ask to place a bid and all the little pieces fall into place. You were currently attending a sex auction? What even were rich people. Turning on your heel, you go in search of your companions and they weren't all that hard to find.

"Good, we're ready to intercept him," Dolores declares, turning to you as you approach. "Ready?"

You nod a little too eagerly. Your adrenaline was pumping. You could do this. There was no turning back now. It was a simple job just grab the target and leave, right? The blonde has you following her out of the ballroom and up the stairs. Readying a gun you didn't even know she brought with her. Where exactly had she been hiding it?

"Where did she get that from?" Your voice but a whisper as you speak to Caleb. The target, Liam, was being guided by two others. Dolores fired three rounds; each one an assault to the ears even with a silencer. You weren't used to it. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The taller of the two gentlemen came charging towards you all, Dolores strikes him first. Knocking the wind clean out of him. Looking to you two, Dolores holds out the gun. "Stay on Liam, I'll handle him."

"You sure?" There was uncertainty in his voice and you couldn't really blame him.

"Take it, I won't need it."

Caleb looks between the two of you before running off down the stairs. "You should go too,."

You don't want to leave her but you nod just once. Hesitating at the stairs; you glance back at her. Was she going to be okay? You've seen her shoot two men before your very eyes but this was an entirely different ball game. Whatever they were talking about, you were too far away to hear but for a second your eyes meet and it was enough to put your mind at rest or at least to send you chasing after Caleb.

Deep breathes as you finally break out into the cold night air, hunched over as you calm yourself down. You're pretty good in heels but apparently not when you need to be because you almost slipped down the stairs. Luckily nobody was around to see you but it was still embarrassing. After a moment, you stand up straight and walk up beside the man. He had the gun held up at Liam's surprise guest. Seemed like everything was under control.

"You're helping her aren't you- Dolores," The stranger spoke slowly and clearly; a little cautiously if you will. "are you one of us?"

"One of us?" You repeat looking to Caleb with furrowed brows. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," He growls. "Just give me the asshole and I will let you walk out of here."

With a nudge of his head, you take the hint but before you can even grab Liam he's calling out to someone. "Connells- the fuck took you so long."

Twisting around, you spy yet another gun; you were feeling very unprepared for this battle. Unsure of who he was pointing at, you back away a little in surrender. Flinching at the sound of gunfire but when your eyes open, it's to see him shoot the rest of his men. What was going on? The plan had changed so drastically.

"What the hell are you doing?" You know it's Liam. He's the only voice you weren't familiar with now but you don't dare to look. Focused in on the man with the gun.

"Don't you fucking twitch," The silver-haired Scott spat with a firm grip of his weapon. It was pointed in the same direction as Caleb's. You exchange a confused look with Caleb. Who were all these people? As the Scott drifts to Liam, you're quick to move out of the way.

"Run." Liam stumbles against the side of the vehicle; the rest of you too stunned to make a move. "Run, before I put a bullet in your pointy little head." His Scottish accent was thick which made him sound a little harsher than expected. Liam was hesitant, a little surprising for how cowardly he seemed, "fucking run!"

The fear was clear as Liam ran for his life; you were half expecting to witness a shooting but thankfully it never happened. Instead, his attention is drawn between you and Caleb. Guess he was on Liam's side after all.

"You better go after him," Or not. Caleb watches him and then turns to you; your shoulders rising up in the smallest of shrugs. You didn't need to be asked twice. Caleb is faster but you put that down to the fact he didn't have to put up with wearing heels all night as you jog along. You couldn't wait to trade them for a comfortable pair of boots.

"Leave me alone, I- I'll pay whatever you want." Rounding the corner, Caleb has Liam shoved up against the wall. The gun Dolores gave him being put to good use in front of his face.

"Oh yeah? Pay me with what, Huh, I have all your money."

"You do?" You question, Dolores had only filled you in on the plan but you were beginning to realise she had left a lot out.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm with her," Caleb spoke, his gun falling to the side as he lets the poor guy relax. You'd be questioning him if it weren't for the whisk of blond that just sauntered past you. Dolores.

"Hello, lover."

Wait... lover?

#westworld #dolores abernathy #Dolores abernathy x reader #evan rachel wood #westworld fanfiction

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nananaptime · 5 years ago

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A Road Trip for the Mind

For the Writer of the Month on NCT Amino

I am so happy with this one!

Green: The colour of life, renewal, nature, and energy. Associated with meanings of growth, harmony, freshness, safety, and environment.

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Genre: Extremely fluffy yall

Word count: 3 057

Summary: What better way to relax than to go on a road trip?

I had been planning this trip for months, knowing that by now, Mark would be exhausted due to how hard he’s been working with the rest of the boys. He needed to get away, we both did, and what better way than to do it together?

My boss was nice enough to let me take the day off, hence using one of my vacation days, to start preparing for the little road trip I had planned for us. That included cooking Mark’s favourite cookies, making sure the car had enough fuel, packing suitable clothes for every weather and making a playlist perfect for both of us. What could go wrong when a mix of Itzy and Coldplay?

I alerted Mark of the fact that he would not be able to plan anything for the weekend but was to come straight home after the last schedule had wrapped up, hence he would be expected through the door at four sharp. I got multiple confused questions but refused to answer any of them, forcing him to settle with a mysterious “You’ll see.” He was not happy with me and I knew that, but he always had my back whenever I was in the gutter, it’s about time I was the one to do something for him.

All the packing was stuffed in the back seat when Mark came strolling down the sidewalk. A huge smile covered his features as he saw my appearance and he engulfed me in a hug when he was close enough to do so. Then, he pulled back slightly and pecked me on the lips, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Look at that, even after one year of dating, they still made no sign of disappearing.

“Babe, what’s this?” he asked as he eyed the car and its contents. I gave him a small smile and just answered with the same mysterious tone of my previous text.

“We’re going on a little adventure, just you and me.” He lit up and looked at the car again, as if he was seeing it in a new light. Then he practically skipped to the passenger seat, putting his stuff in the back, not even bothering going inside and putting it away. I laughed at him and entered the car on the driver’s side, pushing the keys in and starting the car. Then, we were on our way.

I had a couple of places in mind, places bound to make us relax and just enjoy life as it is, not wanting to rush anything or be anywhere else. Just forget all responsibilities around us and live in the now.

Our first stop was Mark’s favourite coffee shop, knowing he usually craved it after a day of schedules. I told him to wait in the car while I went in and ordered, he stayed after some resistance as he didn’t want me to pay for him. After I pointed out how he always did that for me, he gave in begrudgingly. I entered the car again with two hot chocolates in either hand, with the help from Mark who opened the door from the inside. He eagerly sipped the sweet beverage as I kept on driving, every now and then glancing over at his appearance. He looked slightly tired, with bags under his eyes. I wished to be at the motel in time for a reasonable time so we could get enough sleep before continuing the journey tomorrow morning.

As I put my cup down in the cupholder, I reached over for Mark’s hand, feeling it was safe enough as we were on a highway and there was no need for me to switch gears. His giggle caused me to look over at him once again and a feeling of adoration washed over me. His ears were slightly red, and his eyes nervously shifted between the road in front of us and our hands. I giggled and squeezed his hands again, this time receiving one back as he put his cup down as well and held my hand with both of his.

“What did I ever do to deserve you.” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him as he said that, knowing my cheeks would be just as red as his ears had been mere seconds ago. He chuckled at my stubborn smile and brought my hand to his lips, placing a small kiss on the skin. I couldn’t help my smile growing wider as he put our hands back in his lap and refocused on the road ahead, trying to figure out where I was taking him.

It was a couple of hours later that we pulled up beside the motel I had booked. He looked out, slightly confused but followed me, nonetheless, inquiring for the distance we were travelling at the same time. I once again refused to give him any answers and playfully locked my lips and threw away the key. He laughed at my dorkiness and after a small chat with the staff behind the desk, we found ourselves in a room for two on the third floor. It was currently nine in the evening and I suggested going to bed as soon as we put our bags on the floor, considering we had another drive in front of us in the morning. He agreed but expressed the difficulty of sleeping when he had so many questions jumping around in his head.

“Fine,” I said wearing a small, teasing smile. “You get one question.”

“Where are we going!?” I knew that was the question which would leave his lips. I laughed at his slight outburst.

“We’re going to multiple destinations, I can give you one, but not the last one.” He nodded, eager to gain some knowledge, no matter how small. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a food market a couple of cities away.” He seemed happy enough with that answer as he threw himself backwards onto the bed with a smile, before getting under the cover and gesturing for me to come join him. He had already changed into the pair of sweatpants I had packed, and I made quick work of my own clothes, getting into his arms in an oversized shirt and underwear.

“You really are amazing, you know that?” I smiled and turned around in his arms, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“You make me amazing,” I whispered against his lips before settling with my head against his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

The alarm went off at seven the next day and I had never seen Mark look so rested. As he stretched his arms out and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, I felt my heart speed up and I couldn’t look away. He let his arms fall into his lap with a satisfied sigh and looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Gosh, he’s been around Johnny too much.

“Morning, honey.” I leaned in and kissed him, ignoring both of our morning breaths. The smile he wore when I pulled back could rival the sun.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” I giggled at his never-ending curiosity.

“First, we’re going to get breakfast, there’s a nice little café down the road, then we’re off to the food market. It’ll take a couple of hours, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be away from your company.” At the mention of food and breakfast, his stomach grumbled, and he made a point of covering his belly with his arms and laughing, commenting that breakfast would be nice.

We spent around an hour at the café, revelling in the state of being in no rush and just taking our time. By the time the pancakes where in my stomach my tea had gone cold, I drank it anyway, not caring that the once warm liquid had gone tasteless. The only thing that mattered was that I was sat in front of the love of my life, who was sipping his banana milk like a child; with sparkling eyes and a big smile.

On the way towards the market, it started raining. Thankfully, I had taken precaution and put an umbrella in the back, nothing could make this road trip worse than amazing, not with Mark at my side and a happy Mark at that.

I reached for the power button on the radio and turned on the playlist I had made, filling the car with the starting notes of Coldplay’s Fix You. Mark sighed in happiness at the song and soon enough, the same notes and lyrics were leaving his mouth. I kept quiet, wanting nothing more than to hear that angelic voice of his. As the song came to an end, I had stopped at a traffic light. Mark leaned over and turned my head with his fingers on my chin before pressing his lips to mine in a deep kiss, putting every emotion he could into it. He pulled back, stopping only inches from my face.

“You fixed me.” It left his lips as a whisper and I kissed him again, this time longer, trying to hold the emotional tears in.

The people behind us honked and I noticed the light had turned green. Mark leaned back in his seat, leaving us both in silence.

Nothing had to be said.

When we arrived at the market, I got out and fetched the umbrella. Mark laughed at my soaked state as I went over to his side of the car, making sure to keep him under the umbrella as he got out. He insisted he should hold it, considering he’s the taller one of us. Eventually, I agreed and handed him the umbrella, making sure to cling to his arm as we started walking, taking in the smell of the many edible ingredients and dishes.

Strolling through the mass of people, tasting everything there was to taste, it made me feel closer to my boyfriend than I’d ever felt before. I leaned up and pecked his cheek, causing a redness to cover it as we made our way to a sushi stall. I eagerly picked one with squid and put the whole thing in my mouth, causing Mark to burst into giggles at the way I now looked like a blowfish. I then picked up a salmon for him and fed it to him, muttering when it didn’t result in the same effect his face that it had done on mine. He laughed at my expression.

Another stall contained British fudge, of which we both managed to taste almost every flavour, even though it was way sweeter than we’d expected. Not that the sugar high kept us from more sugar. I insisted that we get doughnuts, as it was my favourite thing to get at every market. As we found a dry spot under a tent, Mark closed the umbrella and leaned it against the bench before grabbing my hand and holding it in his. He then looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Want me to be cheesy?” I gave him a confused look and he giggled as he put the remainder of his chocolate glazed doughnut to my lips, making sure that I didn’t eat it yet. As he leaned in, I had a hard time not to laugh at what he was doing. It was cute though, the way he kissed me slightly as he bit of half of the doughnut, leaving the rest in my mouth. He blushed slightly as he looked at my face. I hugged him, slightly bragging about having the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.

An old lady at another bench close to us smiled and told us how cute we were and how we reminded her of her and her husband in their younger days. We smiled back and thanked her for her kind words before opening the umbrella again and making our way back to the car, me still clinging to Mark’s arm.

I hadn’t planned anything for the rest of the day, it was now three in the afternoon and I figured that if we saw anything interesting on the way to the second motel, we’d stop and check it out. I let Mark know of this and he praised me for the spontaneity which I rarely showcased.

It wasn’t long before we saw a small herb garden and before Mark knew it, I had parked the car and left it. It had stopped raining and the sun was shining, causing all the plants and flowers to gleam in the sunlight. I walked around slowly, taking in every sight and every smell, some looked so fascinating I had to crouch down for a better look and a picture. Mark was leaning against the railing a couple of feet away, observing my every move.

“Aren’t you going to look?” He shook his head.

“Nothing here will compare to you anyway.” I couldn’t help the smile which made itself onto my lips.

“When did you become this cheesy?” I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his torso in a hug. He gave a happy sigh and wrapped his own arms around me, looking out over the garden.

“This trip might be bringing out sides I never thought I had.” I looked up from his chest, giving him a proud smile.

“I’m glad, you deserve to be happy.” He looked down at me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m always happy with you.” I squeezed him one last time before pulling away and dragging him into the small shop.

The walls were covered with shelves containing big bowls of herbal mixes. In the middle were bags in a variety of sized with single herbs in case you wanted to mix them yourself at home. Mark and I must have spent at least an hour in there, smelling the mixes, laughing at the weird ones and revisiting the ones we liked the best.

“Y/N! This one says it should smell like popcorn!” Mark opened the lid and took a whiff before pulling away with a disgusted face. “It does and it’s not good.”

“Mark! This one’s named Dracula, what even?” I smelled it and grew slightly confused. I then read the index. “Why is it called Dracula when there’s no garlic in it?” Mark grew just as confused and, on that note, we decided to get back on the road.

We arrived at the second motel at ten in the evening, both of us exhausted. We threw our clothes off and got to bed. No words spoken. No words needed.

We weren’t up as early the next day, but it didn’t matter. It was Sunday, the last day before going back home and I was in no rush for this trip to end. We both showered, had breakfast at yet another café and then we were driving with the sun shining high above our heads. This time I gave Mark no hints whatsoever about our destination, all he should know is that I knew where I was going.

The road towards the destination was long and hence it gave us a lot of time to think, which was the plan. The road itself is perfect for becoming one with yourself because you become on with the road. Fields of flowers and miles of water swished past us as we drove by. We were holding hands nearly the entire time, except the few moments I had to switch gears, his thumb running across my knuckles subconsciously. We didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. Instead, we were one with nature, one with each other, one with the world.

Mark gaped as I pulled up beside the waterfall. I smiled slightly before getting out of the car, opening the door on his side as he seemed to have lost the ability to move. With a small giggle, I pushed his mouth closed and pulled him out of his seat. His eyes never left the view in front of him.

“What is this place?” he asked as I grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the trail which was hidden beside the fall.

“I’ll tell you when we’re at the top.” That seemed to get him out of his trance.

“The top! You’re telling me we’re going up there!?” He pointed to the top of the waterfall, which was a long way up and I just nodded, finding his outburst hilarious.

It’s not that tiring to get to the top, but maybe that’s just my opinion who has made this climb millions of times before. Mark, however, was soon panting behind me.

“Urgh! I’m not Yuta, I’m not made for this.” I laughed at his lack of endurance.

“You’re telling me I should’ve brought Yuta instead?”

“No! No, that’s not what I’m saying!” He tried walking faster and soon he was right behind me. He grabbed my hand and didn’t let go, as if holding onto me would help his journey to the top.

We reached the top just as the sun was going down.

Just like I planned.

Mark gaped ever more on the top than he had on the bottom. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to me on the ground where I had sat down. Around us were trees on all sides, before us was even more trees and then, if you squinted, you’d be able to make out a town in the distance. Other than that, we couldn’t get more in contact with mother nature than we were now.

Eventually, I broke the silence.

“You see that town over there?” He nodded, his eyes never leaving the scenery in front of us. “I grew up there. This place was my inspiration, my escape, my everything. It was more my home than my actual home was. Sharing it with the person I love is something I never dared dream I would do.” I leaned my head against his shoulder, letting out a small sigh as memories from my childhood welled over me. Mark grabbed my hand.

His head leaned against mine as we absorbed the energy of the place. Letting it cleanse us. Letting it relax us, as we sat there.

Just existing with each other.

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years ago

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His New Partner

Chapter 21: The Bridezilla

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 3424

Warnings: A very distressed and angry Reader, sexual innuendos, cussing, fluff at the end.

A/N: This was honestly so much fun to write, I really hope that you guys like it too. And also, in case you couldn’t tell by now, the italicized words are flashbacks. Enjoy!

Y/N’s neck started to hurt from being hunched over her laptop for so long. The couch cushion underneath her butt began to get uncomfortable as well, but she was too concentrated on the numerous books, magazines, and checklists in front of her to really care.

Her computer’s battery charge was nearing 30%, and she knew that it wouldn’t be healthy to stay on it any longer. But each time she told herself that she would go back to bed, there was always one more thing to take care of. One more thing to research, pick out, plan, and organize for this damn wedding.

A knock on her and Steve’s bedroom door startled Y/N as she was laying on their bed, flipping through a bridal magazine.

“Ya?” The girl asked, not even looking up from the various chair covers on her page.

Natasha took a peak inside of the room before slowly opening the door, shaking her head at the scene in front of her. “J.A.R.V.I.S. called you to come down, why didn’t you answer?”

“I’m busy.” Y/N answered as she circled yet another item in the thin book.

“Well, it’s lunch time. The whole team is waiting for you, come on.” The assassin cocked her head in the direction of the elevator, urging her friend to get up.

“Not hungry.” The H/C haired girl told her blankly.

Natasha shook her head, stepping farther into the bedroom. “Ya? Then take it up with Steve. He says that you haven’t eaten all day, and he wants you down there. Now.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, switching from laying on her stomach to laying on her back. She held the magazine above her face, completely blocking out Natasha. “Tell him that I can take care of myself, please and thank you.”

“Well clearly not.” The red head stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

The actress finally sat up, closing her book in front of her. “What’s that support to mean?”

“Come on, N/N, look at you.” Natasha scolded. “You are obsessed with planning an event that’s like a year away!”

Y/N pouted, looking away from her friend. “10 and a half months.” She corrected under her breath.

“Oh, whatever!”

3:07 in the morning, her laptop read.

Nope, wait.

3:08 now.

Steve would most likely be up in about three hours, ready to go for his usual morning run. All the while Y/N continued to search through countless websites about dresses, and plate settings, and centrepieces galore.

She knew that she was being irrational. That it didn’t really matter whether the bridesmaid dresses had a halter neckline or a v-neck, whether the invitations were printed on pieces of white or cream coloured cardstock.

But this was something that she had been looking forward to ever since she was a little girl. Having a great big wedding filled with her amazing friends and family; a handsome groom waiting for her at the end of the aisle. And now she had all of those things. A group of people in her life that she adored more than anything, and a fiancé who she loved with her whole entire heart.

Y/N had all of the tools, all of the resources and support systems in order to pull off the fantastic wedding that’s she’s always wanted. But deep down, she knew that she should’ve been treating that support system better in the process.

“Alright,” Steve spoke as he sat down at the kitchen table, “what do you got for me?”

It having been about nine months until the big day, it was finally time for the couple to be testing out cake flavours. Y/N had ordered about twenty different kinds for them to try, and she could’ve not been more excited to get a taste of each and every one.

The girl put her hand on the refrigerator handle, giving her man a smile. “A ton of different options.” She opened up the fridge with a smile. “Let’s just say, you should be thankful for your fast metabolis-“

“What?” Steve asked, seeing Y/N frozen in her spot.

The girl’s eyebrows began to furrow as she went up and down, searching through all the levels of the Avengers shared fridge. “Where’s the rest of my cake?”

“Huh?”

“My cake.” She faced him, placing her hands on her hips. “Half of it’s gone.”

Steve stood up from his chair. “That’s impossible.” He met her at the refrigerator and began to look through it himself, only to see nothing as well.

Just in that moment, Tony and Bruce had walked into the kitchen, looking for a mid-science snack.

“Hey, guys, have you seen the other half of our cake samples?” The Captain questioned them, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder in hopes to calm her down.

Banner gave the group a shrug and turned to Tony, who looked pretty suspiciously guilty himself.

“What did they look like?” The billionaire asked, avoiding eye contact from the unhappy pair.

“Oh, you know,” the girl ground her teeth, beginning to get a little frustrated, “cake. Cut up into little. Sample. Sizes.”

“Hmm.” Tony pretended to ponder, even scratching his chin for show. “Well, I, uh...”

“Stark?” The Captain interjected, wanting to get to the bottom of this. He could tell that Y/N was getting angry, and he did not want this to cause another ‘episode’.

“I... may have eaten them.” Tony admitted, crossing his arms over his chest in uncharacteristic nervousness. But no one in the whole Tower could even blame him for being frightened. Scary bride Y/N was a very real thing.

“You what?” The girl fumed, shrugging away Steve’s hand and stepping a bit closer to Tony.

The brunette man gulped. “I’m sorry, N/N. I didn’t know that they were yours.”

“Oh. So the large white label that said ‘Wedding Cake Samples’ wasn’t a big enough hint to for you, Mr. Genius?”

The other scientist cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m just going to go.”

“No.” The actress told Bruce, pointing a stern finger at him. “You stay right there, young man.”

Banner furrowed his eyebrows. “‘Young man’? You’re the youngest one here!”

Y/N gave him a pointed look; one that urged him to shut his mouth right away, one that was something a mother would only give to her misbehaving child.

“Do you realize, Tony, how important those little pieces of cake were to me?” She asked, looking the man dead in the eye.

“Look, I really do apologize, Y/N. I’ll just buy you guys new ones. You’ll have them within a couple of days!” He told her in hopes to lighten her spirits.

The Captain just stood there, not daring to get in the middle of this. Sure, he could get her on her knees with a couple of dirty words. And when he used his low sexy voice, she was practically putty in his hands. But right now in this moment, his usually delightful girl was scaring him shitless.

“That’s the problem, dumbass!” Y/N shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. “The baker who made these things is going to be in France for the next month and a half for some fancy cooking course!”

“Oh.”

“Ya.” She said in a not so polite way. “Are you just trying to piss me off? Is that it?”

“Wha-No! I swear, it was a simple mistake.” Tony told her. “Why were they even in the common fridge anyways?”

“Because the one on our floor wasn’t big enough to fit the whole tray. I never thought that one of you dummies would eat half the fucking pieces!”

“Woah!” Steve interposed, making the girl turn towards him. “Watch your mouth.”

“Oh shut up!” Y/N yelled back, sticking her tongue out at her fiancé. Him telling her to watch her mouth would usually turn her on in the bedroom, but now was really not the time.

“Y/N, you need to calm down.” The billionaire stated.

“Are you trying to not get invited to our wedding?” The furious girl questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is that it? Because I will uninvite you so fast, Tony Stark.”

“I-I’m one of Steve’s groomsmen.” The man spoke with a confused look on his face. “You really can’t-“

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore, finish the whole goddamn tray if you want.” Y/N hissed. “I’m going to my room, and nobody is allowed in!” She stomped past Bruce and Tony and headed her way towards the elevator.

The three men sighed, seeing her click the button multiple times in frustration before finally marching on.

Once the doors were completely closed, so he knew that she couldn’t hear him, Tony let out a low whistle. “Good luck with that one, Cap.”

Gold napkin rings would look just beautiful with the theme of their wedding, Y/N thought to herself. But then again, the cutlery was silver, and it would definitely look silly together. Though, she could also just get gold cutlery. Too many decisions to make and too little time.

With her laptop’s battery nearing a measly 10%, she knew that she should just wrap things up for the night and finally join Steve back in their bed.

But for some reason, she couldn’t. It’s as if she was addicted. Each and every minute of her spare time was dedicated to planning this wedding. And unfortunately, anybody who tried to mess with that, did not come out with a smile.

“Can you please pass me the salad, Maria?” Pepper asked as the whole gang sat around the huge dining room table.

It was Saturday night and all of the Avengers had agreed to not make any other plans, choosing to eat dinner together instead. Meals as a whole were great for team bonding, and mostly everybody enjoyed each other’s company.

“Where’s my doll?” Steve questioned as he was the last one to arrive in the upstairs dining room. The man glanced around the table, only to see her usual spot empty.

“The little firecracker?” Tony spoke before pointing to the hallway opposite of the one that Steve walked in from. “Over there, talking some poor person’s ear off.”

The Captain glanced to where Stark had pointed and sighed at the scene in front of him. There his girl was, standing with her phone to her ear and the other hand on her hip. She was pacing around restlessly, and the look on her face was one of pure annoyance.

Steve slowly walked closer, not wanting to scare her, and placed both of his hands on her shoulders lightly. “Y/N, baby?”

“Ya, ya, just give me a second, Steve.” She continued with her call. “Now this is where I’m confused, Miss Jessica. You told me that they could be ready by July 18th. It is only January the 10th. Why do you need six whole months to make 80 personalized jewellery boxes?”

Steve raised his eyebrows, turning to the team with a ‘help me’ look.

“80 women is not that many!” Y/N continued, completely ignoring him. “What do you mean that you have ‘too many customers’? I ordered first, did I not?” She continued to walk back and forth in the corridor, as the rest of her friends ate their meal. “Well then you know what? I might just have to contact another company and get them to do this task for me, since you obviously can’t. Good day, ma’am.” The girl hung up her cellphone before shoving it in her pocket and running a hand down her face. “Shit.”

“You okay, darling?” Steve asked concernedly.

“I’m pissed off, that’s what I am.” She marched over to the dinner table and sat down in her respective spot; Steve taking his own to the right of her. “Pass me the chicken, please.”

Rhodes then held the dish out in front of her, watching as she angrily placed the chicken parmesan on her plate and messily cut it up.

“Thanks.” She puffed before just ultimately giving up on her food, slouching back in her chair.

“Sweetie, do you want to talk about what happened?” Natasha spoke up, something that the rest of the table was too scared to do. Nobody wanted to get yelled at.

“Well,” Y/N chuckled dryly, “remember those little jewellery boxes that we were looking at together? The ones that we can get engraved with everybody’s first name on them?”

Natasha, Pepper, and Maria nodded, having been there when Y/N was picking them out.

“Apparently the lady can’t make 80 of them in time for the bridal shower.” The passed off girl continued. “So either we reschedule it, or get something else.” She shook her head in frustration, absentmindedly balling her hands into fists.

“I’ll just get some Stark Industries workers to make them.” Tony said through a mouth full of food. “Problem solved.”

“Wait,” a look of pure bliss made it’s way on to Y/N’s previously mad face, “are you serious? They can do that for me?”

The billionaire just shrugged like it was no big deal. “They’re electrical and mechanical engineers. I’m pretty sure that they can handle a little woodshop.”

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Y/N jumped up from her seat and ran around the table, giving Tony a big hug as he was still in his seat. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, suddenly feeling so much happier than she was before.

“Woah.” Clint chuckled. “Talk about a mood swing. Guess that it’s somebody’s time of the month.”

The whole room went silent.

“What did you just say to me?” Y/N asked slowly while nobody else in the room even dared to make a sound.

“I-It was just a joke.” Clint told her. “M’sorry, N/N.”

“It’s not my time of the month, okay? I’m just really stressed.” The girl explained, wrapping her arms around herself in embarrassment.

“We know, love.” Steve assured with a small smile. “Are you going to sit down and eat now, or am I ‘gonna have to airplane the food into your mouth?” He joked, but he could tell that Y/N was not in the mood.

“Actually, I guess that I’m going to have to take care of my ‘time of the month’.” She said with air quotes. “Have a nice night.” And with that she stormed out of the dinning room, leaving an awkward silence in her wake.

“Not pointing any fingers,” Maria spoke up after a long minute, “but that was totally your fault, Clint.”

“Babydoll?”

A voice broke Y/N out of her wedding day trance, making her turn towards the raspy sound.

“Steve? What we you doing awake?”

The man stood against the wall in a t-shirt, hoodie, and sweatpants; a typical pyjama set for a cold February night. The outfit made him look every bit like a big snuggly teddy bear, and Y/N would usually just want to cuddle into his chest, but right now she was too preoccupied.

“I reached out for you, but all that I was met with was cold sheets.” Steve told her, a frown very much evident on his handsome face. “But the real question is, what are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged before turning back to her bouquet arrangement website.

“Hm, I see.” The man nodded, walking over to join her on their floor’s couch. “Actually, uh, before I realized that you were gone, I was having a dream.”

“Cool.” Y/N said, not even sparing him a glance. “What about?”

“Well,” Steve cocked his head, trying to put on his sexiest voice, “not much, not much. Just me fucking you so hard that you can’t even walk tomorrow.”

The girl didn’t even flinch. “Nice.”

“Ya.” He sighed, trying to get her to show any kind of emotion. Ever since they had gotten engaged, Y/N has been acting way differently. Steve was determined to break her out of this shell. “Did I ever tell you how much I like your new haircut, baby?”

“Yup.” She replied. “Multiple times.”

“Well, it’s very pretty.” He added.

Y/N continued to scroll through her website, making little check marks on her clipboard every now and then. “It’s just a couple of inches off the bottom.”

Steve smirked. “You know, if you come back to bed with me, I can be more than just a couple of inches into your bottom.”

The girl rolled her eyes and shook her head, beginning to get really annoyed with him. “Don’t even need anal right now, Steve. You’re already being a pain in my ass.”

“Wow.” He lightly chuckled, still attempting to turn on the charm. “What’s with the snarky attitude, baby girl? Do I need to take you over my knee again?”

“For the love of God, no, Steve.” Y/N fumed as she stood up from her seat, finally having enough of this. “Do you know what you need to do? What you need to do is go back to bed and leave me alone!”

Steve gulped at her coldness. This was Y/N, his girl. Within the two years and nine months that she had known him, she had never talked to him like that. Ever.

“I-I oh, goodness, Steve. I’m sorry, honey.” She saw water in his eyes and began to cry as well, all of the stress from last several months finally releasing itself. “So sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

The man stood up too and wrapped his thick arms around his fiancée, slowly bringing her closer to his warm chest. “It’s okay, doll.”

“No, no, it’s not okay.” Y/N began to sob while her hands grasped onto Steve’s muscular body, never ever wanting to let go. “You don’t deserve to be tr-tr-treated like that.” She sniffled.

“No, N/N, it’s fine. You’re so good to me, sweetheart.” He insisted, soothingly rubbing the expanse of her back with his hands.

“You’re so good to me.” Y/N told him, taking her face out of his chest and looking him in the eye. “All of you are. I-I’ve been so horrible lately. I yelled at Tony, Nat, Bruce, Pepper, Clint, Maria, Rhodes, my cousin, my mom, my other cousin, those three guys in the mail room that accidentally sent my package to the wrong floor, and now you. I’ve been a complete bitch.”

“Hey, no. I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that again.” Steve shook his head. “You’ve just been under a lot of pressure lately.”

“It doesn’t excuse my actions.” She said before wiping her face of any leftover tears. “You guys are always under a lot of pressure, and you never take it out on other people.”

“No, I just take it out on Tony’s punching bags.” The man said, making Y/N’s lips quirk up just the slightest bit. “Is that a smile I see?”

The girl bit her lip sheepishly. “Maybe.”

“Think that I can give you another one?” Steve raised an eyebrow, a plotting look taking over his face. “I think that I can.” His hands slowly made their way down her sides, fingertips ghosting over the dip of her waist. “Maybe with just a little…”

“Stevie-Ah!” Y/N began to giggle at the feel of him tickling her. “O-O-Oh my god, Ste-e-e-eve! Sto-Stop it!” Her giggles soon turned into cackles, and she was squatted so low in hopes to get away, that her back was almost touching the carpet.

“See, there’s my girl.” The Captain beamed, finally finished with his attack. “You promise to stay happy now?”

Y/N nodded, still out of breath. “Only if you help me get off the floor.”

“Whatever you say, N/N.” And with that he scooped her off of the floor, beginning to carry her into their bedroom bridal style.

“Honey.” The girl said with a laugh.

“What?” Steve shrugged. “I’m just practicing for our wedding night.”

Y/N snuggled further into his body, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. “M’kay.”

“Looks like somebody is tired after all.” He pointed out, settling her on their shared bed and pulling the covers up over her body.

“I guess so.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve spoke, walking around to the other side and getting underneath the covers as well, “right now, we’ll go to sleep. But first thing tomorrow, you and I are hiring a wedding planner.”

Y/N was too fast asleep to even hear him, her dreams filled not with the wedding itself, but with the man that she was sharing it with.

And oh what a wonderful dream it was; not one bridal magazine in sight.

Next Chapter

Feedback is always welcome!❤️

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jj-lives · 5 years ago

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Inktober - Freeze

Again, all my Inktober pieces are part of the same verse and I hope to piece them together in a cohesive manner after I am finished, but for now enjoy the confusing time skips.

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Holding the door she let Blake enter first. As always, Yang received a grateful smile in return for her chivalry. As Blake brushed passed Yang hurriedly followed intent to remain close. They’d been separated for far too long in her mind and she yearned to make up for lost time.

“You find a table and I’ll get our order?” Yang asked rocking back and forth, heel to toe. Why the hell was she nervous?

“Sounds good to me.” Blake scanned the establishment for an empty table and Yang watched on knowing she’d be looking for one out of the way of most patrons. When Blake’s eyes returned to find Yang’s feet still cemented to the floor she chuckled. At least she found her antsy behaviour more endearing than annoying. “You going to actually place the order or should I do that too?”

“Oh, right.” Yang quickly stepped past her. “No. No, I’ll get our order. You just continue scrutinizing every table. Hopefully you find a suitable one by the time I get back.”

“That’s rude.” Blake deadpanned.

Yang spun on her heel, surprised at Blake’s affronted appearance. It was a joke. She hadn’t meant it in a negative light. She actually thought Blake’s over analyzation on certain things adorable.

“I’m s-”

The corner of Blake’s mouth twitched catching Yang’s attention. It was only then that she noticed the sparkle in her amber eyes. Blake was toying with her!

“You’re so easy!” Blake broke character seeing the realization take over Yang’s features. “You are totally off your game Xiao Long.”

“You will pay for this,” she said with narrowed eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Blake moved to step around her heading for a table that must have checked the majority of her personal requirements. Yang’s arm shot out to block her way.

Her brow raised as she turned her perplexed gaze on Yang. She couldn’t help herself anymore. Blake had been very sly and playful since Yang picked her up. She might play up her exasperation whenever Bratty Blake showed herself but honestly she fell even more in love with Blake in these moments. Who else could keep her on her toes like this. It amazed her how in the first few months of their acquaintance she had pegged Blake as a quiet, shy bookworm. The reality was quite the opposite. Actually, that was a lie. Blake could be shy. She could be quiet. She was most definitely a bookworm, but those things were just a small portion of who she was. It astonished her with how much she knew about Blake that the other was still able to surprise her. Blake was still able to throw curveballs at her.

And maybe that’s why that magnetism never went away. Yang was happy to find that the pull she’d felt in the beginning of their friendship never once faded.

Her patience wore down as Yang continued to stare at her unmoving. When her mouth opened to form a question Yang made her move. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Blake’s right cheek, barely skimming the corner of her mouth.

“Oh!” Blake exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise and delight.

Yang left her standing dumbstruck just inside the entrance and made her way to the counter. They’d been here so many times in the past it was useless asking if Blake wanted to try something new. Once that girl decided on something she liked that was it. There wasn’t anyway anyone could change her mind.

Order in hand she made her way to the table Blake selected against the far back wall.

“Strawberry and Lime milkshake for milady.” Yang set the cold glass on the table by Blake’s elbow before falling into the booth across from her.

“Why thank you…” the last word trailed with an air of slyness which caught her attention. “My peasant.” Blake finished with a wide smile.

Yang’s jaw dropped, but Blake seemed not to care. She pulled the frosted glass gift Yang brought her closer and took a sip. She moaned as the flavours hit her tongue.

Yang wasn’t about to let the comment go though.

“Peasant? Really?”

Blake nodded resolutely.

“But, a peasant? That’s so mean.”

“Hey, the world was built off the hard labour of peasants.” Blake explained. “Besides, if you are going to be my chauffeur, call me milady, hold doors open for me and bring me food and drinks, -basically be at my beck and call- all I’m saying is if the shoe fits.”

“Brat.”

“What was that?” Blake questioned. “You were kind of mumbling.”

“I called you a Brat with a capital B.”

“So much for milady, huh? Too bad. I think I could have gotten used to that one.”

Yang rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her raspberry shake. She watched as Blake sucked back a good portion of her glass.

“You should slow down with that,” she warned.

“Why? Afraid I’m going to get fat?” She queried as she took another large sip, challenging Yang with a glare.

“Hardly.” Yang responded shaking her head. “That kind of thing doesn’t matter to me.”

Blake took one more sip before pushing her half empty glass to the side. She smiled softly at Yang, her teasing mien disappearing at her words. A drop of cream clung to her bottom lip and it took all Yang’s willpower not to lean over the table to lick it clean.

A twitch at the corner of Blake’s eye was Yang’s first clue something was wrong. The hiss that escaped through Blakes gritted teeth was the next.

“What’s the matter?” Yang leaned forward, reaching her hand to take a hold of Blake’s elbow in support.

“Brain freeze,” Blake wheezed and Yang could feel her knee jump under the table as it brushed against her own.

“And this is what I was warning you about.” Yang tsked. The next moan to leave Blake’s lips was not one of pleasure and it nearly broke her heart. “Oh, Blake.” Yang hated to see her in pain, even if it was only due to ice cream. Even if the pain was self inflicted and totally preventable if she’d just taken her advice. Yang pushed her glass out of the way to get better access as she placed her palm along the side of Blake’s neck. “Stick your tongue to the roof of your mouth and breathe through your nose.” Pressing her index and middle finger she drew a small line into the hairline at the back of Blake’s neck. She continued until Blake’s knee stopped tapping her own.

“Thanks,” Blake voiced meekly. “Guess it’s my own fault for being a brat again, huh?”

Yang released her hold to the back of Blake’s neck and traced her fingers along her jaw in their retreat. She took this moment to take in the other’s beauty. She still felt like some sort of stalker when she stared too long, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. Her fingers dipped to cup Blake’s chin and Yang allowed her thumb to trace the length of Blakes bottom lip. Blake must have been short on breath after the brain freeze; if the gasp she took in was any indication.

Releasing Blake completely she brought her thumb to her own lips. Humming as her tongue flicked out to taste the drop she’d collected from Blake’s lips.

“I can see why you like that flavour so much.” Yang smiled as Blake tucked her chin in, staring down at her hands in embarrassment. “And you have nothing to apologize for.”

Blake scoffed.

“I’m serious. I love your bratty side, even if it seems to be the bane of my existence some days. You keep me guessing and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, okay?”

Nodding her head, Blake picked up her glass to bring the straw to her lips. Yang raised her brow quizzically.

“Don’t worry,” she said taking a small sip. “I will be careful. I do not want a repeat of that.”

“Can I have a taste?” Yang asked, staring at what was left in her glass.

“Didn’t you already get one?” Her teasing smirk returned, but she pushed the glass towards Yang in silent acquiescence.

“I wouldn’t mind a repeat.” Yang shot her own teasing smirk across the table.

Blake roared in laughter. “There’s the Yang I know and love. Where have you been hiding?”

“I was just silently enjoying your company.” Yang said quietly. Honestly.

She took a sip, letting the flavours swirl around her tongue before swallowing. She approved. It was definitely a good combination. Blake’s countenance turned serious as Yang passed the drink back.

“Blake?”

“I missed you,” she almost whispered. “Is that weird?”

“Why would that be weird?” Her hand tightened around Blake’s elbow, silently encouraging her.

“I’ve not been gone a full week, but I missed you so much.” Blake looked like she was upset with herself over the confession. She wouldn’t look Yang in the eye no matter how far Yang dipped her head to try and catch sight of their beautiful amber tones. “I’ve never missed anyone like that before. I-” Her eyes darted to anyone in earshot, anyone but Yang. “Is that wrong?”

“Is what wrong?” Yang wasn’t sure if she meant missing her or not missing others in the same way.

“Missing you. Like that.”

“Does it feel wrong?”

Yang could feel her heart hammering in her throat. She swallowed to force a blockage down that didn’t exist. Anxiety over Blake’s next answer creeped up on her causing her nerves to turn jittery. Why was she taking so long to answer?

“No.” Blake finally responded and Yang was able to breathe once more. “That’s the thing. It doesn’t feel wrong at all.”

“I missed you so fucking much” Yang laughed. “Ruby kicked me out twice this week because I was annoying her with how much I spoke about you.”

“Seriously?” Skepticism apparent in her tone.

“Ask Ruby yourself. She came up with this whole theory that since I couldn’t see you I quadrupled the amount I’d say your name to fool myself into thinking you weren’t really gone.” Yang’s laughter died. “So if it’s wrong to feel this way we can be wrong together.”

“I like that.”

“Good, that’s settled.” Blake moved to grasp Yang’s hand in her own, squeezing it firmly three times. “Just,” Yang squeezed back three times, “don’t ever go away again.”

Blake smiled at her childish wish. “I can’t promise that.” Yang pouted. “But I can say you are more than welcome to join me next time.”

“You mean…” Yang trailed off as the blood drained from her face.

“Yup, my dad is particularly interested in meeting you.”

#bumbleby #inktober #day 4 freeze #my writing

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hxnjisxng · 6 years ago

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Snowdrops || Han Jisung || The Language of the Flowers AU ||

So idk i haven’t written in a really long time but i’m really excited for this so !! This is also my first time ever writing bullet thingie so,, yeah,,, not all of these will be in the bullet format I just felt like trying out smth new !! and to stay true to my ult Han Jisung i will write about him first. In this like,,, kinda cute little series thing. Every theme will kinda just relate to the flower meaning so,,, yeet !! Also, s/o to my one and only bub @chenle who told me to tag her when my first official writing thing happened so here !!!

Genre: Bad Boy!Jisung x Piano Player!Reader au; bulleted scenario

Warnings: none !!

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Snowdrop: (noun) A European flower which bears white flowers and blooms in February/early March, it signifies the end of winter and the coming of spring. Represents hope, purity, warmth, and new beginnings.

Ever since you were little you’ve known you’ve wanted to be a pianist

It all started when you were younger and you went to see an orchestra with your parents

They 100% expected you to fall asleep in the first,,, like,,, five seconds after you came into the theater

What they did not expect is for you to sit there starry eyed staring at the person playing the piano for a whole 3 hours

They were,,, sister shook,,,,

But they didn’t think much of it, you know, like yeah they just like classical music

You know, as one does

But the second y’all got back into the car that was it

You wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty the music sounded

How much you liked the sound of pressing keys and the sound of the pedal lifting or the sound of the mallets and strings inside of the piano

You loved it

It was as though you had just found your one and only true love, y’all know, the yee to your haw

The ying to your yang

The chris to your weed

Sorry back to the point

You just couldn’t explain it, little four year old you just knew the fluttering feeling in your heart was a good one

So your parents signed you up for piano

They said they would find you the best teacher they could, one that could make you great

So that’s what they did

From a week after that concert, you started piano lessons

And you only fell more in love with the piano as time went on

So, after this little bit of context, flash back to reality

oop there goes gravity oop

there goes rabbit he chokes

Sorry okay eminem is my calling

So it’s the end of winter, it’s been a really cold and bitter winter, but it’s around the end of february and somehow it just HaS noT gotten any warmer

And here we meet our boy jisung

Our chipmunk, our squirrel, our boi yk

But he’s a little bit of a hooligan

A bad boy if you will

You know, the leather jacket, the messy hair, the snarky attitude, the cocky jokes and the cute smile you knOW and he always always ALWAYS has a lollipop

A pink lemonade lollipop to be exact

It’s his favorite flavour

Any who, he’s one of those guys, the type of guy that almost everyone either wants to be him or with him

He’s also a part of a trio of you know bad boys at your school, the other two being his best buds Chan and Changbin

They call themselves 3RACHA

They’re as tight knit as can be, they do everything together

Skip class, hang out, throw parties

You know all that bAd bOY stUfF

He also has a slight reputation to get into fights every so often

Maybe not only so often

Maybe vERY often

But he’s trying his best okay those people just get on his nerves when they poke fun of one of his friends or his music

“I’m just a little misunderstood, okay I didn’t wanna break his nose it just sometimes happens, you know, my hand just kinda lost control of itself and hit him in the nose really really really hard. I swear.”

“Mr. Han, I distinctly remember you telling him to shove a stick up his, excuse my language, ass, and then proceeding to punch him.”

*them sitting in a perfectly silent office* “hM sorry it just got really loud in here, pardon???” :))))))

Real footage of Jisung last week after breaking some guy’s nose

He also loves loves LoVES music

Loves all music

Except for classical and country

He’s always despised classical music, it just seemed so boring

There’s no pounding beat

No lyrics to scream along to

He just found everything about it depressing and irritating and just monotone

Well one day, as he was wandering through the school

You know, as one does when their friends were busy doing who knows what during lunch

He stumbled into the music hall

Now this was an accident

He didn’t really want to be here since the only courses your school offered in terms of music were classical ones

And again

Gross

But for some weird, strange, odd-ball, out of this world, sister shook reason

He felt like he needed to be here

That’s when he heard it

tHE hiLLS aRE aLiVE wiTH

The sound of music

Not the kind of music he liked

It was definitely classical music, so y’all, it’s disgusting

‘I should go, the music is starting to make me depressed already’ he mumbled

But his feet wouldn’t move, his body just kinda froze

It felt like something was just pulling him to that room, to that ugly boring nasty music

And it’s not like he’s never listened to classical before, he had, but this time something was weird about it

He still didn’t like it, it all still sounded the same, nothing interesting

But something for some weiRD REASON was telling him to go to that room

Like something was a little different about the way it was being played

‘Maybe,,,, I should just look for a couple seconds and,,,,,,, tell the person to stop playing that boring stuff,,,, or maybe I could just listen for a bit,,, but like obviously no that’s nasty,,,,’

The door was slightly ajar, so the music was just drifting through the air

Just calling him over

Jisung slowly walked up to the door, and peeped through the window

And there you were

You, reader, in all of your piano classical music glory

Sat there playing your heart out to the world

In that moment when he saw you with your hair slightly drifting over your face

Your eyebrows slightly scrunched up in concentration as your hands ran across the keys

His heart was screaming

Literally just like

dabdikajbksbfkajbDNBDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He almost forgot about the fact he hated classical music if he could just watch you play it all day

Wait,,, what no,,,,

Gross,,,,, the Han Jisung doesn’t like people that easily,,,,,, nuh-uh thats def not him folks

And he got so scared by that feeling

The one inside of his chest

He was scared of how it made his hands feel tingly and it made him feel like he stood up too fast because his head felt so rushed and light

It felt like he was flying, but also crashing down to earth at the same time

And when I say scared

I mean terrified

This boy is mortified of catching feelings

Definitely not because in the third grade the person he liked stomped all over his heart because they wouldn’t give him a cracker,,,,, no who even thOughT tHaT hAHa

Just the thought of him truly giving his whole heart to someone ?? unacceptable

Like in this economy ?? liking someone ?? unreasonable

So he did the only logical thing

He ran away

Far back to the other side of school

And he was so out of it for the rest of the day, he just couldn’t handle it

He even went back to class next period because he was so out of it

“W-welcome Mr. Han take a seat, it’s a pleasure to have you finally join us.”

“mm-hmm”

He didn’t pay attention all day though, his mind was only occupied by you

Cheesy, I know, but it was

Even when he went to hang out with Chan and Changbin

“Bro,,, where were you during lunch ?? you kinda just disappeared”

“I was uhhh,,,, in the library,,,”

“The library ?? are you good ???”

“Yeah,,,,, im fine it’s cool,,,”

“Dude, you alright you seem a little weird.”

“Yeah,,,,,,,,, im just thinking”

Jisung thInKing ??? unheard of

So, this terrified Chan and Changbin because whenever Jisung thinks it’s never good

But it’s been three days since he saw you

And he’s still thinking about you and he’s kinda emo about it

Because, of course, you occupied his thoughts, the song you were playing stuck in his mind on a loop

This is so cheesy please forgive me

It was so bad that he started hearing it everywhere, it even started placing itself into his music and the lyrics he was writing somehow all revolved around love

He’d sit there for hours writing lyrics until he realized all of it in some way tied back to you

It was bothering him

Like a lot

So now it’s been a whole six days, and trust me he’s been counting and he thought he could take it,,, you know not see you,,,

Until he’s had enough

He needed to go see you again otherwise he felt like his head would explode

And it wasn’t because he liked you or anything,,, he just wanted to see you so he wouldn’t write any more music about you,,,,, because this was just SuPeR gRoSS

So he went to the same hall, the same room, the same time, and there he saw you

Still working on the same part of the piece

It was just as beautiful as the first time he heard it and he honestly was in awe of how your hands moved across the piano as though they were as light as air

Anyone even from a million kilometers away could tell you were frustrated with this part

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to worry because it was beautiful

He wanted to just go in there and tell you that your playing is amazing and hold your hands and just comfort you

But he just couldn’t say anything

And he could always say something, he never stopped talking

And his heart was still doing the same flippity flop screaming thing in his chest

Big surprise, i know

But then,,,, he had a genius idea,,,, like spectacular,,,, like nobel prize winning idea,,,

“Maybe if i see them all the time,,,,, my heart will get used to it and it won’t flippity flop anymore :’D,,,,,,”

wow ,,,, genius i know you don’t have to tell him

So instead of saying anything, or ignoring you any longer, he decided

I’m just gonna come here and watch them play every day because as long as I see them and never talk to her,,,, eventually whatever weird heart thing i have will go away !!!!!

So that is exactly what he did

Every single day for the next coming three weeks,,, he would disappear during lunch and go and watch you play

Changbin and Chan were getting suspicious but they never asked,,, so Jisung thought he was so slick you know

So it’s been weeks of him doing this

It’s now around the end of February, and he planned on doing smth for Valentines day,,,

Not,, because he liked you or because it was valentines day, but because he just,,, somehow planned to do it for February 14th

He was really counting on his genius 10000+ IQ plan to work

But, surprise surprise, his plan was failing

It was almost as though he liked you APPRECIATED !! your playing even more after seeing you play :))))))

Just seeing you just so cutely hunched over the piano

It made his heart hurt wiTH APPRECIATION FOR YOUR ARTISTRY NOT L O V E

Haha obviously,,,,,, not love,,,,,, who even said that y’all hear summ ????

And he realized maybe he just ReaLLY REALLY reAllY wanted to be your friend !!

Really really close friend !!

And that’s why he wanted to talk to you !! And hold you !! Like F R I E N D S do !! haha !!

And you know this mentality was really working great, until one Thursday

It was near the beginning of March when it was getting a little warmer and all that green good grass was kinda appearing from under the snow,,, these little white flowers peeking out from under the melting snow and it was just so pretty that day

And all Jisung could think about was how beautiful you would look today outside

Holding his hand

In a totally PLATONIC and FRIENDLY way because he obviously just liked you as a friend

And maybe today he would tell you how much he wanted to be your friend :D

But that lunch you just didn’t show up for half an hour ??

He was confused,,,, like really confused

And also concerned ?? where were you,,, you were always here on time,, he even makes sure to show up 5 minutes after your usual arrival time so he could calmly sit outside of the door without getting caught

But today you weren’t there and he was about to leave and chicken out until he felt a hand on his shoulder

‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHH’

Istg he jumped like fifty feet in the air

“Hey,, you’re that guy who always sits outside when I practice !!! Han Jisung right ?? Sorry I was late I needed to talk to Mr.Park about a science assignment I have that’s due next week,, ”

Jisung.exe has stopped working

First of all,,,

yoU kNeW ?!?!?! and he thought he was so slick

Not only that you knew his nAMe and apologized for being late ??? did you like ??? cARE ABOUT HIM A LITTLE BIT

And he also just,,, kinda loved the way you just said his name

It made him UwU in ways he didn’t understand

In a friENDLY WAY

Oh who was he lying to at this point

Maybe he did like you just a LITTLE more than like a friend would like a friend

so what,,, sue him,,,,

He was so caught up in the million and five thoughts that were racing through his mind that he almost forgot to respond, so he managed to choke out the following charming and very expressive line:

“U-uh you know my name ???”

,,,,,good one Jisung,,, real smooth,,,,

You let out a light giggle and just kinda looked at him with this really soft expression

“Ofc I knew !!! I heard your foot tapping every single day and you also sat in front of an open door so,,, I kinda saw you the first day,,,”

SORRY NOT ONLY HAS JISUNG.EXE STOPPED WORKING HE JUST CRASHED ??? LIKE EXPLODED

Your hand,,,, was still on his shoulder,,, and you giggled again,,,,, how are you,,, so cute

Little did he know you freaked out the exaCt same way you saw him the first time in the hallways with his eyes closed and head leaning against the lockers

And not only that,,, he was just super pretty,,,

With the winter light perfectly hitting his face

His jacket slightly too big and it loosely drooped over his shoulders

I’m actually ruining myself imagining this wow thanks m e

So when you finally asked around after a couple days one of your friends told you who he was

The Han Jisung

The resident bad boy at your school, who liked to get into fights and allegedly also liked to play around with peoples hearts

Which didn’t exactly scare you well maybe it did a little bit but we’re not here to expose ourselves

First of all you’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s probably just like any of us ?? people just kinda put him on a pedestal so you felt like you didn’t really need to treat him differently from anyone else

And with every time that he would sit outside of your practice room and listen you felt a little bit of that fear melting away because when he looked so relaxed and so pretty that his face just screamed UwU

But you gotta play it cool reader,,,because you’re slick and all that,,, you know

So you just kinda turn around and head into the music room without saying anything else

Which again gave him shock number 37429387129837 of the day

He was expecting you to do something,,, say something,,,,, but instead,,,,

You just smiled at him, and turned back to into the room, now sitting at the piano bench

He was confused

And mayhaps just the littlest bit disappointed

He knew that everyone knew him, and that’s usually not the kind of reaction he gets, usually he gets a whole OH mY iT’s HaN jiSuNg scream or an angry disgusted look from people who didn’t like him

But no

Not you

Yet, what could he do

He was going to just,, sit back down in the hallway in his usual spot, or maybe just get up and leave since his cover has been blown and you probably think he’s super creepy

When your voice called out for him inside of the room

“Are you gonna come in or what?”

A small smile spread on his face as he stood up, and he noticed you had already set up a chair for him next to you at the piano

“So,,,, do you like classical music?”

“Um,, not really,, no.”

“Then,, why did you sit outside every day ??”

You asked confused, your eyebrows slightly furrowing staring at him with intent

And he just found that so cute

So so so cute

So cute that it just made any confidence he had just disappear

“I-I justreallylikethewayyouplayitsoundsnice.”

He just really wanted you to stop looking at him like that it was going to make him actually just explode

You gave a breathy laugh at his cute antics,,, what was there not to like about this boy,,, I mean what a softie

Maybe he wasn’t too bad, ya know

Nothing to be afraid of

“You wanna hear me play one of my favorite songs?”

Jisung nodded his head, his hair lightly flopping on his forehead, kinda covering his eyes

Oh how bad you wanted to brush it out of his eyes and just pinch his cheeks but, alas, it shall not happen

Or will it ;);););;;;))))))))

So you with a light inhale you began playing on of your favorite pieces, it was strong and domineering, with an edge of superiority

If ya wanna check it out it’s actually one of my favorite pieces it’s Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Minor, Op. 23, No. 5

As soon as you started, Jisung was already in a trance, the way your hands moved, the sound of your breath hitching every huge chord or octave jump

Damn Jisung was whipped

When you smiled at him after you finished the piece

With your eyes so bright, finally breathing normally again, and just a light pink blush that swept across your face

He felt his heart beat fast again

But this time

Mayhaps he didn’t want to run away

“So, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like classical music maybe a little bit more now ??”

You asked with just the biggest grin on your face

“Hmm,, no i don’t think so,,” Jisung responded with the cheekiest smile known to mankind

“Then,,, I think you’re gonna have to come back here tomorrow so I can change your mind about that” ;)));))))))

WOWOW,, alright reader do y’all ever get tired of being so cute ??

As you continued playing the marvelous thought dawned upon Jisung

So maybe he did like classical music just a little bit more now

And,, maybe his heart beat faster with every second you looked at him

And maybe that feeling is not as bad as a thing as he thought it would be

Maybe it’s actually just the littlest bit nice

Just a little bit

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