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durotoswrites · 4 years ago

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For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.

#ask games #writing #jake-marshall

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sparklingichigo · 3 years ago

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OVA III - Beel's courting

A/N: This chapter is inspired by a headcanon made by @diavolosthots you can find the actual writing here!

This happens during the times where Beel and Ichigo are not together yet. It was the time where Beel finally realized that he genuinely likes Ichigo and wants to pursue her. Of course, it wouldn't be easy since this girl is friendly and kind to everyone, even him. It's to the point that's he's confused if she's flirting or just being nice to him.

Belphie: So you like-like her?

Beel: I do, but I do need some advice from you since she's actually friendly to everyone :(

Belphie: I think it is safe to pursue her since she's a single pringle.

Beel: True...

Belphie: You can do it Beel! I believe in you!

Beel: Thanks a lot, Belphie!

After talking to Belphie, Beel tells the other brothers that he's about to enter that phase, just if anything he said would be harmful and so that they won't disturb him during such phase.

With that, the courting phase begins. From the looks of it, Ichigo notices that Beel always appears in the same places as her. When she gets out from magic class with Solomon, Beel is waiting for her outside her classroom. It was unfortunate that Beel has a different schedule from her despite having the same exact major.

Solomon: Oh, Hey, Beel!

Beel: Hey, Solomon^^

Ichigo: Beel!! [runs to give him a hug]

Beel: O-oh hey ^^

Ichigo: Did you come to get me? Am I invited to your taste trip again?

Beel: Yeah, I actually want to take you out for lunch today. I know you like exploring Devildom's food, right?

Ichigo: I do! It's interesting actually^^

Solomon: Well, I'll get going. Have fun, you two.

Ichigo: Bye, Monsolo!!

As soon as Solomon leaves, the two go to the restaurant that Beel wants to take her to. It's called Devil's chicken. Devil's chicken just opened days ago, and it seems to be a really famous chicken restaurant in devildom.

Ichigo: These are actually good! I like it!

Beel: You do?

Ichigo: Yeah, I'll give it a 5/5!

Beel responds with a smile listening to her remarks. He's already whipped since day one, especially after Ichigo saved him and Luke from Lucifer's wrath. That's where he starts to admire her. Sure, at first he thinks she's just a delicious meal, now she's not only a delicious meal, but she's also something more. Plus, he admits that Ichigo is good-looking, Asmo has stated, but he hasn't paid any attention until they stayed together in his room. That's when he starts getting attracted to her!

Ichigo: Beel?

Beel: Yeah?

Ichigo: You're blanking out... are you okay?

Beel: Yeah. Oh, there's something on your face

Ichigo: Hm? What is it?

Beel: Here, let me help.

Beel helps Ichigo get rid of the chicken crumbs on her face as the pink-haired girl smiles shyly at this action. Ichigo herself does find Beel attractive because who wouldn't be attracted to that handsome face, tall body, and- *cough* friendly nature.

Anyways, the more they got closer, the clingier Beel got. Luckily it doesn't bother Ichigo since she has some space to herself as well. But it gets a bit troublesome when Beel reaches the next phase, the protective phase. How do we explain this? This man has always been protective, but this time it's troublesome because he actually replaces Mammon as Ichigo's study partner and actually the one taking her to school.

Mammon: Wait! Beel! Hold up!! [chasing after them]

Beel: It's okay, Mammon. I'll be the one taking her. Besides, you have a different major, right?

Mammon: Well...yeah, but still! Lucifer might kill me!

Beel: He won't. I'll explain to him. Don't worry!

Mammon: Alright then... be careful, human!

Ichigo: Don't worry! Beel is a good protector~

Mammon: Shut it! I'm literally your first!

Ichigo: Yeah, yeah~

Another time, Beel actually hangs out inside Ichigo's room, more often confusing everyone. Not only that, they all get glares and growls from this man just because they're entering Ichigo's room except for Haruka since it's her room too. The first victim is Asmo since he wants Ichigo to model for him for another clothing line he's doing, but as soon as he opens the door....that man literally glares at him.

Asmo: [opens the door unannounced] Bestie~! Let's go! I need you for-

Beel: [glaring at Asmo]

Asmo: What's wrong?

Beel: Get out.

Asmo: Why should I?! Plus, Ichigo has promised that she'll model for me!

Beel: Get. Out!

Asmo:... oh my goodness! Are you in that phase?!

Beel: Asmo, please don't make me repeat it!

Asmo: Alright, okay! Understandable! Good luck, Beel!

The door slams close as the girl beside him glances at Beel confusedly.

Ichigo: What's wrong?

Beel: It's nothing. I'm just in a terrible mood...that's all

Ichigo: Oh, do you want to do something to cheer you up?

Beel: Having you near me is enough actually^^

Ichigo blushes a little by that statement, but she doesn't say a thing and just snuggles into Beel's hold once again. Yes, they're actually just laying down on her bed with a movie playing in front of them.

Another time, Satan wants to return a book to Ichigo because they've been exchanging them a lot. Once he opens the door, he finds Beel glaring at him. Satan, being the avatar of wrath, is clearly offended.

Satan: What?! Can I not return my book?!

Beel: Then make it quick.

Satan: What?!

Beel: Just put it there, and go!

Satan: excuse me?! Okay, first of all, you piece of sht, you've monopolizing her! I can't even exchange books freely with her because as soon as I did that, you dragged her away into what?! Some unimportant bullsht like this!

Beel: Satan, please don't-

Satan: And you know what?! Just because you're pursuing her doesn't give you the right to be an asshole!

Ichigo: Sa-Satan...calm down...it's okay....just put the book there...

Satan: Shut it, human! This is none of your business!

And that does it, f in the chatroom for Satan's cheek because Beel literally just punched him there.

Satan: Did you just punched me?! Oh! So that's how it is, huh?! Let's do this then! [demon form mode on]

Ichigo: Guys...there's no need to fight.....

Beel: Let's go then- [completely ignoring Ichigo's words]

Ichigo: Beel, get back here! The movie is still going!

Beel: But-

Ichigo: Please? [puppy eyes]

Beel instantly went soft and did what Ichigo told him. Satan rolls his eyes and places the book on Ichigo's table, and gets out of there. The next victim is Mammon, who walks in unannounced. Oh, boy, that's just worse.

Mammon: Hey, human! Guess what!

Beel: [glaring at him]

Mammon: What?!

Beel: [still doing that]

Ichigo: [points at the door awkwardly]

Mammon: Right...that horrible phase of courting....dang it! [exits the door]

Once Mammon exits the door, he sees Asmo and Satan giving him the "I told you so" look. It's not like he didn't believe them, but it's Beel! He's the kindest demon of them all. How could he scold his own siblings?

Satan: First of all, he did. Didn't you hear us shouting there?!

Mammon: You probably did something fatal to him!

Satan: I was just returning a book! How is that fatal?!

Asmo: And Ichigo has promised to model for me today! Now I have to postpone every single set in existence!

Satan: I'll just do this reasonably. Who here, when they have a crush on someone, would go overprotective?

Mammon: [is silent]

Asmo: Mammon, don't play this game with me. You are too protective for your own good!

Mammon: Fine... [raises his hand]

Satan: So am I, and I'm well aware of that [putting his hand up]

Asmo: I'm guessing Levi, Lucifer and Belphie is also part of that. I'm more on the flirty side, you know~

Satan: We know-

As the three of them discuss this, Haruka sees them, and she asks them what's going on out of curiosity.

Satan: [sigh] That friend of yours is stuck in that room with Beel! He won't even let us in, look! He even punched me!

Haruka: Perhaps you did something incredibly wrong?

Satan: How is returning my book wrong?!

Haruka: Why are you shouting at me?!

Satan: Because I'm still pissed?!

Asmo: Why are you guys getting loud?!

Satan and Haruka: SHUT IT!

Suddenly they hear Levi's door slam open with an angry avatar of envy right there.

Levi: What's with yall?! Why are you so loud in the middle of the night?!

Satan: None of your business, you, snake of a demon!

Levi: Okay...?

Asmo: [sigh] Beel has been scolding us for no reason and has been overly protective of Ichigo. When I say over, I mean OVERLY and UNREASONABLE!

Levi: I'm sure something you guys did may harm that girl. It ain't that big of a deal.

Asmo: It does! It does to my career!

Satan: ...it's not a big deal, but it still pisses me off because he dares to act like an asshole just because he likes someone.

Levi: Wait...

Satan: What?

Levi: BEEL LIKES ICHIGO?!

Mammon: You haven't noticed?!

Levi:...no?

Mammon: Do his acts not reminded you of every single romance show you watched?!

Levi: Sort- OMLD!

Another door was opened by an annoyed Lucifer, shouting at them to shut up because their loudness gave him a migraine.

Lucifer: Can you all keep it down?!

Satan: Well, blame your younger brother then!

Lucifer: ???

Belphie: zzz.....Beel is in the courting phase....zzz...

Lucifer facepalms at this, but it's best not to disturb him since Beel is on his courting phase. It might create more problems, so Lucifer doesn't bother confronting that gluttony of a demon and just goes back to his office.

Haruka: Are you sure he literally did not let anyone in?

Asmo: Solomon once got smacked by a pillow when he was trying to return something.

Haruka: Really?

Asmo: Yeah, I'd probably justify it if it's out of shock. But nope, Beel actually goes to that portal and Smacks Solomon's head as soon as it pops up.

Haruka: Wow, he's not only protective but violent as well?

Satan: Yes, yes he is [sigh]

Without hesitation, Haruka goes to her room. Of course, the brothers try to stop her out of concern, but Haruka doesn't listen to them because it's her room too.

Haruka: [knocking on the door] Ichigo, you there?

Ichigo: Yep! Right here! Beel is with me too!

Haruka: Can I come in?

Haruka waits for the answer until she hears the door unlock and Beel's voice answering her.

Beel: Yes, you can.

Haruka: Oh, Thank God- [entering the room] oh! You guys are watching a movie?

Beel: Yeah!

Ichigo: Do you want to join us?

Haruka : If Beel allows me^^

Beel was a bit hesitant about this idea, but he lets her watch the movie with them. Meanwhile, in Lucifer's office, the rest of the brothers (namely Mammon, Satan, and Asmo) complain about Beel's attitude causing the eldest to slam his desk to shut them up.

Lucifer: Then don't disturb him!

Satan: What?! Okay, first off, just because you're pursuing someone doesn't mean you should be an asshole to others!

Lucifer: Don't play this game with me, Satan. You know well that this phase isn't something he can't control!

Satan: Oh? So we're talking self-control, huh?! How about you control that pride of yours, huh?!

Asmo and Mammon gasp at Satan's comment because, oh wow, this is getting personal. Lucifer glares at his brother/son while Satan looks as smug as ever.

Lucifer: Mammon, Asmo, take him out of my office.

Mammon: Will do-

Asmo: Okay-

The two brothers dragged Satan away from the office, leaving Lucifer sighing and thinks he might need something to relieve his stress.

About the phase, there's something odd about it. Because Beel surprisingly allows the angels to meet Ichigo! The target of his pursue! One time, Simeon and Luke both visit because Simeon needs to meet Haruka and Luke wants to meet Ichigo to share food together.

Beel: Oh well, Haruka is in her room with Ichigo.

Luke: Ooh! Is she busy?

Beel: Not really^^ [sniffs the air] Oh, those smell good-

Luke: No! [puts the basket away] These are for Ichigo! >:(

Beel: Alright, alright^^ [pats Luke]

The other brothers witnessing this are confused. Why is Beel allowing the angels in?!

Satan: Are you for real?!

Asmo: I'm so confused-

Mammon: He let them in, and he's friendly with them?!

Satan: That doesn't make sense! We're all men, and we can't enter her room yet when it's Simeon and Luke they can?!

Asmo: That's so unfair!

As Beel takes them into the room, the chaotic trio (yes, Satan is now as chaotic due to his rage) chases after him. The three of them basically trying to enter.

Satan: Beel! Open up! This doesn't make any sense! You're allowing them in, but we can't?!

Asmo: Bestie, Ichigo? Can I come in? I won't do much. Cross my heart!

Mammon: Heh! Courting phase, my ass! You're just monopolizing her for your own benefit!

Haruka, who is also inside, is concerned because THEIR DOOR IS ABOUT TO BREAK FOR THE NTH TIME!

Haruka: That door is going to break! We need someone to stop it

Simeon: ... I didn't know your phase would go this bad, Beel...

Beel: I told them I'd be in my courting phase, and I even apologized beforehand for my actions, but here we are...

Ichigo: You're in a what-

Luke: What even is going on? What phase? Why am I here?

Beel: No-nothing! I'm just-

Haruka: [sigh] Whatever, we need someone to prevent the door from breaking apart. The last time that broke was because SOMEONE is too SENSITIVE of his FOOD!

Beel: Can we stop talking about that... it's been months!

Haruka: Just stop that! I don't want my door breaking out again!

Beel: Fine-

Ichigo: Wait, no-

Haruka: ??? Our door is going to break, and you still hesitate?!

Ichigo: I know what to do- [calls Lucifer]

With that, Ichigo calls Lucifer to help them with the door. Lucifer sighs for the nth time. How many times does he need to deal with this?!

Lucifer: For the last time! STOP BOTHERING HIM!

Satan: It isn't fair! He even lets Simeon and Luke in!

Lucifer: They're angels-

Satan: Yeah? Tell that to Solomon, who got smack by him because he's trying to return something.

Lucifer: Solomon is suspicious, and I'm sort of proud he did that. Now get off the door before I use physical force on you.

Asmo: But-

Lucifer: NOW!

Asmo and Mammon back away while Satan scoffs and just leans on the door. We have no idea why he's so persistent. Either he's into one of the girls, or he just wants to piss Lucifer off.

Lucifer: [sigh] Fine, physical force it is. [drags Satan by force]

Satan: What the?! Let go! Hey! LET GO!!

Lucifer: I TOLD YOU TO BACK AWAY BUT YOU DIDN'T!

Satan: This is none of your business!

Lucifer: Clearly is, Beel's my brother, and obviously, our honored guest needs my help.

Satan: Just let go of me, you prideful prick!

Back inside, the rest are listening to the chaos out there. They did hear Lucifer scolding them but finally, it's silent.

Haruka: Oh God, finally!

Beel: Finally, indeed...

Ichigo: Can someone just tell me what's going on?!

Beel: I can't.... not now, at least...

Ichigo: Why not?! Beel, I don't know how the demon system works, sure, but you have to be honest with me!

Beel: If I tell you.... it would just fail. Can you please trust me on this? This is not a bad thing, okay...

Ichigo: Not a bad thing?! You're literally keeping me away from your brothers! Are you sure this isn't a bad thing?!

Luke: ?? Why are they fighting??

Simeon: I'm not sure.... let's just leave them...

Haruka: I think that's a good idea... sure, let's do that...

Days have passed, and Ichigo is still a bit salty about this. Because clearly, Beel has gone a bit overprotective for his own good. Even when she's hanging out with Belphie, that man would literally growl at his own twin. I repeat, his OWN TWIN BROTHER! Even the youngest groans in frustration hearing him.

Belphie: Beel! This is my room! Come on!

Beel: Fine....just don't come near her. [actually keeps Ichigo close]

Belphie: I won't! Chill out, twin bro!

Beel: Okay...

Ichigo: What's happening? Why are you still like this?!

Beel:...

Belphie: He's in-

Beel: [glares at Belphie]

Belphie: Well, alright then- :))

The last case is when Lucifer calls Ichigo into his office. Beel is hesitant to let her leave, but this is Lucifer, so he has to. Once she's there, it turns out that Lucifer found out about Beel's actions and asked about them.

Lucifer: So, I heard Beel is on another phase, is he?

Ichigo: A phase? What phase?

Lucifer: A phase where he turns into an overprotective demon.

Ichigo: That's true... I'm not sure why, though.

Lucifer: Of course not. You're not a demon, Ichigo. You have 0 idea how the system works.

Ichigo: True...

Lucifer: He's actually on his courting phase.

Ichigo: Courting phase?

Lucifer: Yes, just like in the human world. He's courting you.

Ichigo: ...what?!

Lucifer: I'm not surprised. Honestly, he's already whipped. But here's the issue with that behavior. He'll most likely abandon his tasks for you or the other way around, pulling you away from your tasks. Now we don't want that don't we?

Ichigo: Certainly not, sir-

Lucifer: Indeed. I'm not sure when it'll end, but you need to catch up on your tasks and your report soon once that phase ends.

Ichigo: Of course

Jokes on you all, there's more. Because that one time, Ichigo, Haruka, and Levi are watching TSL. Levi even invited Simeon and Solomon to watch with them. Ichigo is so engorged in that movie that she didn't realize Beel has joined them.

Simeon: Oh hey, Beel! You're here to join us?

Beel: Yep^^

Levi: Probably here for the snack. Here, have them. [gives Beel popcorns]

Beel: Thanks a lot, Levi!

The movie went on as the TSL fans (Levi and Solomon) focused on the film. Haruka and Ichigo are not big fans, but they must admit it's a good movie. Suddenly, Ichigo feels a head on her shoulder. She turns her head to the right and finds Beel leaning on her shoulder. He's even nuzzling on her neck.

Ichigo: Beel, that tickles- [tries not to laugh]

Beel: Oh...can I still lean on you?

Ichigo: Sure, that's okay^^

Beel: Thanks, you're really cozy [gives her a slight ruffle on her hair]

Ichigo: Hey! You're going to ruin it!

Beel: No, I didn't!

The others stare at them, yes, even Levi because these two are kinda loud. Levi rolls his eyes and scolds them for talking during a movie.

Levi: Can you two normies take the flirting somewhere else?!

Beel:... :(

Ichigo: Sorry Levi- ;-;

Haruka: Don't mind them, Levi. We can still watch the movie.

Levi: Fine...

Solomon holds down his laughter because he can clearly see these two are pinning. The way Beel clings to her and how Ichigo reacts to it, that's quite obvious to this sorcerer. Haruka also notices, which is why she justifies their action. They're in love; let them be!

Now back to the movie, they all watch it silently this time, but because of how late they're watching, Ichigo turns sleepy and accidentally sleeps on the couch. Everyone looks back and sees the pink-haired girl asleep with a blanket on top of her, hugging her water bottle. Levi and Beel both went soft on her, plus knowing how many tasks Lucifer has given her, yeah, no wonder she's tired.

Haruka: Beel, can you get her into our room?

Beel: Of course^^

Haruka: I feel bad that she's sleeping on the sofa like this...

Beel: Yeah...

With that, Beel carries Ichigo back to Haruka's and Ichigo's room. Once they're gone, Solomon, Levi, and Haruka sigh while Simeon is just there staring at them confusedly.

Solomon: Those two are clearly in love!

Haruka: I know, right?! I can see it!

Levi: Beel be acting as the male lead of some shoujo manga or something-

Simeon: He reminds me of a book character, such a sweetheart^^

Haruka: I agree entirely. Hope they'll get together soon. They're just adorable together~

Levi: This normie talk makes me wanna puke!

Solomon: There's a toilet. Use it. [deadpan]

Levi: Shut it!

Weeks later, the courting phase has died down, and Beel finally musters his courage to tell her his feelings. He looks for her everywhere and finally finds her in the kitchen making instant noodles in the middle of the afternoon since it's Sunday and there's no food around.

Ichigo: Oh! Hey, Beel!

Beel: Hi [awkwardly]

Ichigo: What's up? Hungry by chance?

The orange-haired man nod as he goes to the fridge to get some snacks. Perhaps an ice cream Mammon bought for him when he went grocery shopping. Once he gets his snack, Ichigo is also finished with her instant noodle. The two finally sit together in silence, yet it's sort of awkward because Beel keeps on fidgeting.

Ichigo: Beel, what's wrong?

Beel: I'm fine... the noodles smell good, by the way

Ichigo: I present to you, Indomie! It's a human-world instant noodle. Do you want some?

Beel: If you don't mind...

Ichigo: Of course not, let me get a plate for you- [goes to the pantry to get one]

Beel: Wait!

Ichigo: Hm?

Beel: I have to tell you something...

Ichigo: Oh? What is it [going back to her chair]

Beel: I like you.

Ichigo: I know, we're friends. We're literally close!

Beel: Friends don't kiss...don't they?

Ichigo: They can if you live in France...I don't know how devildom works, though...

Beel: Ichigo, I like you, as a lover-

Ichigo: A-A lover?!

Beel: Please tell me you reciprocate my feelings.... you do, right?

Ichigo: I do... but I'm not ready for a relationship... is it okay if we take this slow?

Beel: I'm totally okay with that. I just need to let it out since my courting phase has died down.

Ichigo: Well, that's true. That was a wild ride- [laughs slightly]

Beel: It is...

Ichigo: Have you apologized to them?

Beel: I do...Satan smacked me with his thick novel for it, though.

Ichigo: Really?! Where did he hit you?! Is it painful?!

Beel: Quite painful, but I'm fine now. He hit me around this area, I think... [points to that area]

Suddenly Beel feels Ichigo's fingers go through that area, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

Ichigo: I can still feel the bump in there. I think it's not fully healed.

Beel: Really?

Ichigo: Yeah... you poor thing :(

Beel: I'm okay, really

Ichigo: Still, I was the cause of all your conflicts with all your brothers-

Beel: Hey, hey, don't blame yourself for it! It's not your fault!

Ichigo still feels guilty, causing Beel to sigh and pulls her into his lap, earning him a surprised yelp from the pink-hair girl. Beel looks up to her as Ichigo instinctively wraps her arms around his neck to keep her position.

Beel: It's not your fault, okay. Every demon experiences this. It just differs between demons. We do get protective of the beings that we love. Some are overly protective like me...some do it more subtlety, but everyone is different.

Ichigo: So it's just your way of courting me?

Beel: It is. If anything, I'm sorry. You're probably overwhelmed by it...

Ichigo: It's okay, and I'm sorry for snapping at you that one time. Plus, if that didn't happen, we won't be here, don't we?

Beel: True, very true, and I'm totally okay with that. You have no idea what's going on.

Ichigo smiles sweetly at the man beneath her, and he returns it. Until they hear footsteps coming to the kitchen. The two of them stare at the intruder, and it turns out to be Satan, about to cook some lunch for everyone.

Satan: What the fck-

Ichigo: I can explain!

Satan: Please do! Because I'm sure such affections can be done in the bedroom!

Ichigo rolls her eyes and gets off Beel to finish her indomie while Beel just throws the ice cream package on the trash can. Well, that's an awkward ending, but that's pretty much how Beel courts Ichigo, and with her, they create a beautiful relationship together~

#obeymefanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #roleplaybased #oc roleplay #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

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kyluxtrashpit · 4 years ago

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2020 Fic Recap

I really like writing these and 2020 has been a HELL of a year, so here we go lmao. It’s been a wild ride for sure

Total wordcount: 88 109 words (note: I’m subtracting the ‘sorry I didn’t finish this, here’s a summary of the remaining plot’ that I published for a fic in a previous fandom from this since it’s not relevant here). Overall I wrote less than last year, but given all that happened in terms of the world and personally and fandom-wise and all of it, I don’t feel too bad about it lmao. I also have a lot of WIP words of half-finished things and some planning and such so I feel okay with this

Favours, 4906 words, posted Jan 4

This was a weird one cause this is a two chapter reader insert fic, the same story but told with both Phasma and Hux. I originally wrote this for Phasma, but later decided it would be easy to tweak into a Hux story (which it was lmao) and figured people might like that, so I did both. I had fun doing it, even if this is kind of a very small niche ship and trope wise

Know Your Shadow, 5022 words, posted Feb 16

Ah yes, here we are, the first foray into renben, a ship I had NO idea would grab me so hard but here we are lmao. I’m not done with them either yet, don’t you worry. There’s something about the corruption angle I really like, also Ren is HOT, and it’s also interesting to think about Kylo truly getting to find himself and be who he wants to be. Canon didn’t really satisfy on this, but the concept still interests me and it’s what had me writing this fic. Also, Ben losing his virginity to an older man like Ren is just *chef’s kiss*

Public Indecency, 3719 words, posted Mar 1

And my second renben! This was partially inspired by art and partially by just the idea of not giving one single fuck, and how thrilling that must be for someone like Ben to experience. Ren and the KOR truly do not give a shit and it’s really beautiful in a way. Plus some hinting at found family with the KOR. Ngl, Ben/Kylo finding his place and acceptance with the KOR makes me so Soft and there’s so many words I could write about it. Plus public sex is very hot lmao

Beautiful, 3254 words, posted Mar 8

Back to kylux, and this one was an old WIP I started back when the prompt was first posted on KHK in like 2019 or something. I got stuck on it and then left it for a while. I was digging through my old WIPs, looking for something that might catch my interest and boom, this one did, so I finished it and then posted it. I quite like the fic and it’s a bit more in the ~classic~ style. It’s also always a good feeling to get an old WIP done lmao

Choose Your Destiny, 5077 words, posted Mar 20

More renben and this was my fix it fic for ROKR vol 4. I talked about this more on twitter at the time and why I found the story as it was unsatisfying, but ultimately it’s really just a case of rushed writing and playing into established bad writing (e.g. showing a fall from grace by having someone kill someone eviler than themselves). I also really liked Ren and I felt like Kylo didn’t really get to have enough agency in like... any of it. His motivations were weirdly absent as well, despite this being ostensibly about him. So I wrote this, which I think handled how the story should have gone a lot better and, plus, it’s got smut!

(Okay and the rest are behind a cut for length)

Show of Devotion, 2479 words, posted Mar 28

Renben once again and this time, I mean, it’s all inappropriate use of lightsabers lmao. I was looking at the Ren and was like ‘wow that is SO phallic’ and then the horny brain turned on and, well, here we are. I also wanted a side of found family with the KOR and I think got that with this. It’s horny. It’s fun. What more could one want?

Aural, 2729 words, posted May 12

Okay this one... I have absolutely no excuses for lmao. I’m not even sure where the inspiration came from, I just remember I was in an online work meeting that was boring and the entire sequence of events played itself out in my head. It was all I could do to focus on work for the rest of the day and not immediately write this cursed creation lmao. The worst part was I’d been totally blocked on writing since March and this, THIS, was what eventually broke out of me. In case you haven’t read this one, it’s ear sex. Hux’s dick, Kylo’s ear. No, I don’t know the logistics either. But hey, I had a blast with it, both in terms of writing it and the reactions lmao. Someday I gotta write a follow up involving a nose too

Missed Chances, 10 749 words, posted Jun 7

Ah yes, this is the point where my renben met my kylux and created this absolutely enormous peanut butter cup of a fic lmao. It really was supposed to be like half the length it was, but alas, it was not. Also cockblocking kylux was SO hard, they wanted to fuck SO bad, but I had to stop them, the story demanded it lmao (and people in the comments were MAD, which is always excellent). It’s also when my renben series really started to have like, an overarching plot (aside from the modern au fics which I’ll talk about later). I even still have more instalments planned

Free Use, 6971 words, posted Jun 23

Another one that turned out far longer than initially planned, and also my most popular fic this year! I’m both surprised and not cause like. It’s a complete smut fest + my heavy headcanoning of the personalities of the KOR. People like smut, but I also feel it’s kinda niche considering how deep I’m in for the KOR lmao. So idk, I guess the smut won out. I did have a lot of fun with this one and there’s a lot of characterization thought put into each KOR, so it was really nice to see people loving that as much as I did. Canon gave us crumbs, but I just used them to make meatballs

Eat You Up, 1573 words, posted Jul 5

There’s not a lot to this one, it’s really just renben rimming cause the sexual dynamic with renben is so fun. Kylo/Ben is inexperienced yet eager and depraved enough to impress Ren, which is something considering I think of Ren as Very Experienced lmao. I really do love this ship; it’s a lot of fun to play with

In the Vents, 2002 words, posted Aug 3

Ah and this was my first piece for the stuck inside event on twitter, which I had a lot of fun with. Stuck fetish is one I’ve always wanted to explore, but never had any concrete ideas for. This event led to me finally getting to have Kylo stuck in a wall (plus more as well), which was fun. Also I spent far too long thinking about Hux’s vent contraption set up cause I knew he would never let Millie go anywhere that might hurt her, so I had to come up with a way to make the vent safe and here we are lmao. Hux being an engineer and also the most extra cat owner in existence worked out very well indeed. This was also the start of my creativity boom near the middle-end of the year that uh kinda burned out in a not so great way, but I’ll talk about that later lmao

Distraction, 3658 words, posted Aug 6

Another for the stuck inside event and another kylux/renben sandwich! Also featuring the KOR this time! Listen... it’s a gangbang, it’s got renben, it’s got kylux, it’s got Kylo getting stuffed from all ends... this is the kind of fic that, to me, is pure indulgence lmao. I had a tremendous amount of fun with it

Entrapped, 3484 words, posted Aug 8

So this was also for the stuck inside event (yes, I wrote 3 fics in about a week lmao - I don’t know how I did it either) and it’s darker than the sort of things I usually write. I enjoyed exploring something like this though, something outside my usual purview. It didn’t perform super well, but tbh the dark ones rarely do so lmao

Pit Stop, 1505 words, posted Aug 31

Welp, this is just an excuse for watersports lmao. I like piss, what can I say? And I’ve done it to kylux, so I had to do it to renben, and the modern au ‘need to pee on a road trip’ seemed like the perfect opportunity for it. Not much to say for it really

The Deal, 2431 words, posted Sep 3

Ah and this one here was the first for the throwback event I ran on twitter! The event itself ended up kind of being tainted by drama from one singular person who kind of ruined it by being a jerk for literally no good reason, but I’m not going to talk too much about that. Even with that, I still greatly enjoyed it and this piece might be my favourite from it as a whole. Kylo Amidala, political scandals, neither of them being nice... ahhhh yes, it definitely brought me back lmao

Devotion, 1929 words, posted Sep 10

Another for the throwback event, this time with Emperor and Hound dynamics which, unf, yes, I will literally never get tired of it. I really had fun with every fic from this event and this one was great because I so rarely get to write real action scenes, even if they’re in a flashback here. That and the dynamic itself really made it fun

To Be Wanted, 10 473 words, posted Sep 16

Ah yes, and here is my KBB for the year! I did a minibang this time, as, well, everything was going horribly wrong around the time of sign ups and I thought a mini would be more realistic. I think I was right on that and I’m glad I did it, even if I was torn at the time. The idea itself is one I’d been thinking about for a while. I can’t remember if I thought of it after seeing the leaks for tros or after watching the movie itself, but it’s been with me for a while and while I dithered over whether or not to sign up this year, the idea came back and was just perfect for a minibang. Plus I got an absolutely amazing and wonderful partner, which is really what makes the experience of doing bangs so great. I love this fic, I LOVE the art for it, and the whole experience was definitely a highlight to 2020 as a whole, both overall and in terms of my fandom/writing experience this year

Floss Me, 2033 words, posted Sep 21

My third for the throwback event and also the dental fetish fic I’ve wanted to write for a while now lmao but could never figure out a scenario for. As some of you may remember, 2018-2019, I went through some pretty horrific dental stuff and ultimately I think it kinda gave me a fetish lmao. Also I feel like there may or may not have been a kinky flossing prompt on one of the prompt sites at some point, but I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it so. But anyway, it was a fun fic for a kink I think is quite underrated tbh

The Cost of Certainty, 2541 words, posted Sep 25

My fourth and final piece for the throwback event, and this one is also a contender for my favourite piece from that event. I have always loved the idea of Hux being a serial killer and this was a perfect excuse to write it. I’d also recently finished a rewatch of Hannibal and, well, you can see where this came from lmao. I love writing tension and it was just very fun all around. I almost wish I’d done something like this as a long fic but tbh I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed writing it as much

Huxloween Drawings, 676 words, posted Nov 1

So this isn’t a fic but rather the drawings I did for huxloween, but people wanted them on ao3, so posted they are. Now, I mentioned above that I had this massive creative boom in Aug-Sep, but that it burned out rather badly. This is when that happened. I got into this place where I just... felt like everything I made wasn’t wanted or needed in the fandom. That everything I like is so unpopular at this point that I should just give up and leave. That I’ve spent all this time and energy over the years trying so desperately to get people engaged and so few ever cared and I just... ugh. It was bad. It was really bad and definitely partly fuelled by the bullshit that someone brought up regarding the throwback event (and I still believe that they are the sole cause of it’s poor reception). I, uh, am doing better now and still working through it all but it was a really rough time. But I found myself still wanting to be creative so I decided to draw. I am not good at drawing. I am not an artist. But that’s what made it fun: I went into each drawing knowing it wasn’t gonna look great. That wasn’t the point. So I never got upset about it. I think it helped me a lot tbh and I did really enjoy it and I’m glad I did it

Unconventional, 7243 words (in progress), updated Dec 20, first posted Nov 18

So the next part of me trying to fix the bullshit in my brain creativity-wise was to post the first chapter to this fic. This is a piece I’ve been working on since 2016-2017 (I don’t remember exactly when, but it was pre-TLJ, and I’ve gotten a new computer since so I don’t have the original creation date of the document) but I could just... never get a plot together for it and ever since I abandoned a fic in my old fandom (and this year I finally posted the ‘sorry this isn’t getting finished, here’s a closure summary’ chapter), I’ve been hesitant to post WIPs before being at least 80% done. So I said fuck it, I’m gonna post this and not be scared. Is this fic complete? Nope, but the plan is starting to come together. Do I know exactly where it’s going? Nope, but I don’t need to. Is it self-indulgent as all hell? Absolutely. I love this fic and I love this story and I love the concepts within it. So I posted it and tbh, it really helped. And I think this, combined with my writing break where I drew for 31 days straight lmao were really my saving graces here

Test Run, 3661 words, posted Dec 31

And now my final fic of the year! Which is a ship I honestly wasn’t super into (I don’t hate it, it just generally doesn’t do much for me) but then I did that thing where I thought ‘hmm but could it be written in a way that I am into?’ which, in my experience, always leads to me writing exactly that. Which is what I did here lmao. I’m pretty happy with it though and despite it being very strange to write, as I really had to work to get these two to get where they were going lmao, I had fun with it. I honestly doubt I’ll write more of them, but I’m glad I wrote this one, and I think it’s a good experiment to close out the year with

What have I learned?

Honestly, this year was a clusterfuck lmao. 2019 wasn’t great for me either, but we all lived through this and it was certainly An Experience. I think what this year really helped me focus on was what made me happy. I ended up in some dark places and I don’t want to go there again. It feels repetitive to say that, once again, I have learned that writing what I want is key when I say that every damn year, but tbh I think 2020 underscored it even more so. Spite as a motivator, when used to much, smothers the spark of creativity and the joy of creation. The most important lesson I learned this year by far is to not let that take the driver’s seat. A dash here and there? That’s fine. But as your main motivator? That’s just not healthy. And I need to work to keep it from consuming me like it has been for too long

Goals for 2021?

So last year I didn’t set any hard goals and boy, is it a good thing I didn’t, cause I achieved none of them lmao. I didn’t write more words (though I did write more individual fics, and the word count gap between this year and last is about the size of the difference between a big bang fic and a mini bang fic so really, I think I did okay), I didn’t even write a single fic for BTHB, and, to be really honest, I did not manage to keep my love for writing alive the whole time. I was in a really dark place a few times this year, but that drop in Sep-Oct was the worst from a creative standpoint. I feel like I’m mostly out of it now, even if I still have some work to do maintaining it. I’m hopeful for the future in that regard. The only thing I really did accomplish was that I feel positively towards all the fics I wrote; I’m happy and proud of all of them

So what is my goal? Honestly, I feel like every year I have to relearn the lesson of ‘write what you want, have fun, be self-indulgent, fuck expectations, etc.’ and my goal this year is to not have to relearn that again, but to keep that energy and carry it with me for the whole year. I realize I may have to put some effort in there, but I’m okay with that. I don’t know what 2021 has in store, but if I can just keep my passion alive and not fall into that pit again, I’m calling it a win

#kylux #renben #hey I'm not late this year lmao #it's been an interesting one that's for sure #anyway I'm happy with all my fics this year which is good #but I need to keep working at keeping my head in the right space #which will likely take some practice #but I'm off to a good start #and I have good feelings about the future in that regard #so here's to a 2020 full of writing about kylo getting railed to high heaven #and to a 2021 full of the same!#my fic #long post #shut up nerd

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thickenmyblood · 4 years ago

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I love how you really put a lot of thought into how you regard and read fanfic as well as how you respond to questions about how you feel aout it. Can I ask what are some parts/ideas in fics that really made you go wow, this is well planned or like I never would have thought about this or I forgot that this plot point and device were even a thing! I hope this makes sense

I love you, kind stranger. Thank you for reading my delirious posts and giving me the chance to scream about fics, which is always a pleasure.

Note: If your fic is in this post and you don’t want it to be, let me know and I’ll take it down.

Zeitnot by thereshaegoes

I love the idea of time travel, so when I read this fic’s summary I bookmarked it instantly. At first, I thought it was going to be eight chapters of Laurent waking up the day of the battle of Marlas, but the author really surprised me.

I loved that someone died at the end of each chapter (at first, at least) but what really made me go ‘oh’ is when Lauret realizes the Damen from “this new reality” is, in fact, his Damen!

Damen not being with Jokaste was weird to me, but I shrugged it off as a personal choice the author had made. Then, when Damen was talking about abolishing slavery, I was still in denial. ‘Oh, well, some people don’t like to write Damen as a slave owner, which is cool’. And then, when the big reveal finally came, I was just… amazed. I literally put my phone down and went, ‘okay, this person really knows what they’re doing when it comes to writing’.

I love the little plot twists. In my head, a plot twist most basic example is ‘oh, X is a traitor’ but… this? This is so much better.

Between the Shadow and the Soul by Anonymous

This work was… insanely refreshing, innovative, transgressive, and outrageously good. It does feature a lot of sex scenes, but at the same time, it felt like sex was the least important part of the story. I don’t know how to explain myself when it comes to this fic (and God knows I’ve tried) but… The sex scenes aren’t there just for the smut of it all, if that makes any sense.

Auguste as a narrator is so unusual, and yet it made the fic so painful and enjoyable! I loved the way it left you wondering just how accurate his POV was. I loved the sex scenes with actual characterization. This author never, not even for one second, stopped focusing on the dynamic between Laurent, Auguste, and Damen. It could be argued that the Laurent/Auguste bit weighted more than the overall OT3 bit, but still… I had literally forgotten what sex scenes were for until I read this fic.

Sex scenes, especially in this particular work, are not parentheses in the story. They’re not there for the reader to take a break from the “actual plot” or “narration”. They are what holds the story together, and they’re opportunities for the reader to learn more about the characters

Cherry Wine by SteeleStingray

Yes, I’m back on my bullshit. Yes, I’m talking about CW again. But I’ll make it short because there is no way you don’t know how I feel about this work. If you don’t, check out this comment (which, by the way, is not even a fraction of what I wanted to say to the author when I read the fic).

What I found innovative and made me go “is this allowed?” about CW is not the idea of an OT3, but rather this particular take on a relationship that consists of three people. I’ve read a few published books that feature similar couples (all of them suck, and when I say they suck I mean it) so I was very hesitant to read this because of that reason.

Usually, when people write OT3 they pepper in a lot of stuff I don’t like to read about: extreme jealousy, misunderstandings, cheating, weird dynamics that feel stilted, awkward sex scenes where one of the three just sits in a chair and watches the other two like some voyeur from Juan José Saer’s stories. Guess what doesn’t happen in CW?

Another thing I liked about this work is that it reminded me that themes in fiction aren’t limited to one specific work. This author really likes nicknames. At the time, when I had only read CW, I thought it was just a one-time thing. Turns out, it’s not. An emerald-coloured nightmare also features nicknames. I like this idea that you can tell who wrote something based on little details and narrative choices. It’s like the author is winking at you, going ‘ha, did you get it?’

Ink on Paper by deripmaver

I don’t usually like fics with non-linear narrative because I’m a lazy bitch who can’t keep up. I’d never really seen the point in using flashbacks, scenes from the past, or anything like that because my writing style (oh, fuck off, my writing style, who the fuck do I think I am) is more about references. And then I read this fic. And I was like, ‘okay, I’ve seen the light of not writing everything linearly like an idiot’.

The Mannequin Gallery by marrieddorks

Yes, I realize I’m talking about all my favorite fics. I feel no shame.

This fic is a Modern AU. Everyone who has ever written a Modern AU knows that one of the trickiest parts is finding characters professions that make sense with who they are/what they like/what they’re good at. This story features Damen as an influencer. That’s it, that’s my whole tweet.

It reminded me that even when you’re writing a Modern AU (or any sort of AU, really) it’s important to know what the essence of the characters you’re writing is. The way even Jord’s job makes sense… And how it feels like the author didn’t just steal the characters’ names and use them to create a random story (which is valid, too)... and… Okay, this has nothing to do with a plot twist or a narrative device but have you read this Nicaise? Have you? You haven’t read Nicaise until you’ve read this fic.

(and that's why) you're so beautiful now by iwasgonegonegone

This fic is 612 words. It has no plot. One of the tags reads, “listen they're in love and they're cute and that's all i have to say” and I… yes. This fic inspired me to write plot-less stories again. Not only that, it made me enjoy writing them.

Lately, I’ve been talking to a friend of mine about a new pairing we both like a lot. We go back and forth for hours sometimes just talking about what they’d do, details about the worldbuilding, a billion ‘what-ifs’... and I love it. If one of us sat down to write a story based on all our conversations, it would be a character study fic. It would have, maybe, some plot to it, but… Plot would feel like an excuse to talk about their relationship. And I love that. I fucking hate plot, I hate it, and this… Yes. This fic is like a little slice of life. The author has mentioned before that they enjoy writing poetry (more than longer pieces of fiction) and this story reads like a poem. You know when you read a poem and you get this weird tingly feeling? Read this and feel that, you’re welcome.

The Life We Live by homewithyou

I’ve said before that I don’t go looking for mpreg. Sometimes, mpreg has come looking for me, and I’ve closed my door on its face. I read this fic mainly because I never pay attention to the tags on AO3 (healthy, I know) and I was too busy making myself toast to read the summary.

I was five paragraphs in and this bit hit me like a fucking electric hammer to the head: “...which had been going haywire more often than not since the pregnancy began five months ago.” I was like, ‘wait, did I—am I reading—why am I—’ and then I just shut my mouth and continued reading. I’m glad I did. I’m glad I didn’t let my narrowmindedness stop me from giving this fic a try. I’m glad people out there are writing stories that they enjoy, about topics a few others would deem controversial.

This also applies to the Lamen/Auguste fic I mentioned above. What’s the point of writing if you’re not going to take risks and be honest about what you like to write about? It takes honesty and commitment to write anything that strays from the norm. And so I’m glad this person posted this story, because it changed me in a small way (‘what if I shut the fuck up and read more mpreg instead of instantly clicking out?’).

This is another perfect example of how plot is poison and you don’t need it in your life (unless you enjoy poison. In that case consume the plot, write the plot, sniff the plot. And die). A morning in bed, just nuzzling and talking… living life… Again, this made me realize that you can say a lot about two characters just from a morning in bed. It made me want to write 25 pages of dialogue in bed (this and Manuel Puig’s book titled Kiss of the spider woman, which I recommend fervently).

Plot? In this house? We don’t know her. You’re a strong, independent writer. You don’t need no plot.

For a more general response, I’d say that Steele’s worldbuilding is impeccable and made me look at the setting of stories differently.

Foreshadowing is always amazing, but I haven’t read a lot of fics where it’s a prominent element (which is not to say authors aren’t good at it, I just don’t read enough fics to give you a good example of this).

I really like oxymorons and when writers use funny adverbs. GallaPlacidia’s adverbs are to die for, so definitely check out her stories if you’re interested in that.

I also love the way xlydiadeetz writes archs. She does this thing where she divides the story into different… timelines? archs? I… don’t even know. Amazing.

I hope this answer made sense.

#anon #thereshaegoes #steelestingray #deripmaver #marrieddorks #iwasgonegonegone #homewithyou #this is my trying to tag #i... suck at it as you can tell

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maylovexhs · 4 years ago

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everytime - X+Y(Chp. 40)

Author’s Note: Less than five chapters of everytime. Writing this literally broke my heart but boy, some shit goes down in this one. I was slightly inspired by Miaculous Ladybug but hey, this is my new favorite chapter. Enjoy loves - May.

Catch up on everytime here

December 7th, 2019. 11 PM.

Okay, it was working. Harry’s scheme to make me fall in love with him was working. Well, a little. If getting nervous every time Harry looked or flashed a smile at me counted, I guess his plan was working. It was working ever since I spoke to him in the hallway. I could have swore Harry was being more nice than ever before. It was if he was trying to show me how better he was than Ashton. Paying for all our drinks, giving me too much compliments, charming Ali who I swore could never be swayed and bragging about his accomplishments. I thought I was immune to Harry’s flirting and narcissistic ways but by the looks of my sweaty hands, that clearly changed.

“You put her in a song?” Rita asked Harry. “Your ex?”

I looked to Harry.

“Yeah” Harry said. “The name of it is our name together. Cherry”

Ah, yes. Cherry. The song about Camille. Harry was telling Rita all about her. I hated to admit it but I felt a little spike of jealousy in me. I shouldn’t be but I was. It’s just . . . the way Harry talks about her is beautiful. He talks about her like she was everything to him. Was I everything to him? He practically confessed he loved me and keeps flirting with me all night but I wasn’t quite sure. Would I ever be sure with him? Was I really enough for Harry? Was Harry really sure I was right for him when there are other girls better for him?

“Just in the beginning you hear her” Harry said. “It’s nice to be friends after everything”

Harry looked to me. I looked away, looking around the bar for the hundredth time tonight. I was surprised Rita didn’t notice yet.

“Says you” Rita said. “All of my exes do is talk shit about me . . . Why did you two break up again? You sounded so happy with her”

“The distance got to us” Harry said. “I started tour when we got together. We decided it was better to call it off”

“Well. . .” Rita said, holding her drink up. “I can drink to that one”

Rita took a sip of her drink. She looked to me.

“Y/N,” Rita called on me. “What about you?”

Oh, great. My turn to talk.

“What about me?” I asked her.

“What’s going on with you?” She asked me. “Taken up any lovers?”

I bit my lip, tempted to lie. I had enough going on in my love life to want another person involved. Especially Rita of all people.

“No” I lied, shaking my head. “Nothing really new”

Harry and Ali looked to me, a little surprised. Rita squinted her eyes at me, suspicious of me.

“Liar” Rita said.

“What?” I asked her.

“You’re lying” Rita said. “I saw photos of you kissing someone. He had blue hair, right?”

“They just broke up” Ali said, jumping in to save me. “It was nothing serious”

“You broke up with Ashton?” Harry asked me, dumbfounded.

I turned to him, shooting a “not helping” look to him.

“Ashton” Rita said. “That’s his name?”

“Yeah” I said, nodding. “We’re on a break”

“A break?” Rita said, more interested than before. “Because . . .”

I looked down at my drink.

“I really don’t prefer to talk about it” I said. “It’s confusing as it is”

Rita looked to Harry.

“Do you know something about this?” She asked him. “You know him”

I looked to Harry. Harry looked from Rita to me. I stared at him with desperate eyes.

Please. Please don’t say anything.

Rita looked at us, confused.

“Am I missing something?” Rita asked us.

I looked to Rita, taking matters into my own hands before Harry could.

“Maybe we should just leave it alone, Rita” Ali said. “You wouldn’t want to hear-“

“No,no” I said, cutting Ali off. “It’s just . . .”

Was I really going to tell Rita everything? I couldn’t. But I had to tell her something just to shut her up.

“There’s this other guy” I said.

Rita smirked at me.

“Really?” Rita asked, now excited. “Spill. Everything”

I sighed, looking down at my bottle.

“Well, he’s a close friend of mine” I said. “He told me he loved me but I have no idea if I should be with him”

“Oh my!” Rita exclaimed. “You’re in a love triangle! What’s his name? Do I know him?”

“No” Ali said, answering for me.

Rita looked to Ali.

“He’s from New York.” Ali said. “Not in the industry. I introduced Y/N to him”

Rita looked back to me.

“What’s his name though?” Rita asked me.

Crap. Think fast.

I looked at Ali’s drink. Jack Daniel.

I looked up to Rita.

“Jack . . .” I said.

Harry and Ali let out a small sigh, relieved.

“Okay, Jack. . .” Rita said. “Tell me about him. How close are you with him?”

“Umm, two-three years I’ve known him” I said, lying. “Didn’t talk for a few months between then but-“

“But?” Rita said. “Did he do something?”

I bit my bottom lip.

Great . . . I had to make a whole backstory in a span of a second.

“Yeah, something. . .” I said, having no idea what to say.

Rita laughed at me.

“I know” Rita said. “I’m asking what is that something, Y/N”

I looked to Harry out of panic.

Something. What should I tell her? Should I tell her about what Harry done to me? Should I tell her about how hurt Harry made me? How he left me for another girl? How much pain I felt as I tried to pick up the pieces that he broke all alone? How hard it took me to move on and find someone actually good for me? How he had the nerve now to tell me he loved me after I forced myself to never think of him in that way again? Seriously, who the hell did he think he was? He knew I was happy. He knew I was and always he had to ruin it. You know what? It was my turn. It was my turn to hurt him. It was my turn to make him feel what I felt.

I looked to Rita.

“Yeah” I said. “I liked him. I told him I did and he left me for another girl-“

“Wait, what?” Rita said. “He had another girl?”

“Hmmm” I said, nodding. “Didn’t talk to him for a few months later. One day he came back and apologized to me. Stupid me forgave him and we were friends again”

“Stupid?” Rita asked, in disbelief. “I’m sorry to say it but . . . wow! He left you for another girl and you let him back into your life? I wouldn’t. How could you?”

“I told you, Rita” I said. “I was stupid”

“I know but so is he!” Rita said. “You’re . . . you and he leaves you for another girl?”

“He didn’t mean it” Harry said.

Rita, Ali and I looked to Harry. He had his mouth open to continue to speak but quickly shut it, knowing he had to pick his words carefully.

“What?” Rita asked him.

“I’ve met him . . .” Harry told Rita. “Y/N told me and I talked to him about it”

Nice save. . . asshole.

“And what was his excuse?” Rita asked him. “What was that dickhead’s reasoning?”

I smirked at Harry. What was his excuse again?

Harry looked down for a moment. He then looked to me.

“He was an idiot” Harry said. “Didn’t realize what was standing in front of him before it was too late”

I squinted at him, not believing him for a second.

“Oh, that’s bullshit” Rita said, looking to me. “That’s what they all say. He’s a fuck boy. If he could realize he wants to be with another girl, how could he not realize that with you?”

I didn’t understand that either. It always puzzled me what Harry saw in Kendall but didn’t see in me now and then. It’s me. What did Kendall have I didn’t? She’s not the one who has always been there for him. She’s not the one who sat listening to Harry cry over his ex-girlfriend. She’s not the one who helped him fix his broken heart. I did all that. I did and Harry didn’t see that.

“He isn’t that bad” Harry told Rita.

“H, you think no one is bad” Rita told him.

Rita looked to me.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t give him a chance” Rita said. “He didn’t give you one when you said you liked him”

“I know” I said. “But I wish it was that easy”

“Why not?” Rita asked me. “Just tell him to get out of your life”

I looked to Ali.

Help me out here?

“I know why” Ali said.

“I don’t” Rita said.

I kept quiet.

I basically just told Harry I hated him. How could I tell him I didn’t now? How could I tell him that even after everything he’s done to me, I still wanted him in my life? He hurt me so much but I couldn’t lose him. That would hurt me the most. It hurt me so much when I didn’t speak to him for two years. I couldn’t imagine the pain if we stopped talking again. Harry was my best friend. We were always friends. I still wanted to be his friend by the end of the day.

“Oh, come on” Rita said. “You can’t tease me about it and not tell me the rest. What does he had that your Ashton doesn’t have?”

I looked to Harry. He was staring at me, waiting for my answer. He had that look in his eyes I’ve seen before. The same look in his eyes when he told me Nadine broke up with him. The same look of hope lost.

I let out a sigh.

Why couldn’t I just know already?

My focus returned to Rita.

“Well, ever since I met him . . . I just felt being with him was right” I confessed.

Rita looked at me, expecting more.

“I didn’t have to pretend with him” I continued to speak. “I feel comfortable with him like I don’t need to explain myself. He just . . . gets me”

“And?” Rita asked. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I can’t trust him” I said. “I can’t trust him if he’s going to be my boyfriend.”

“Yes, you could” Harry said.

I looked to Harry, who seemed more determined than before to convince me.

“How?” I asked him. “After everything, he’s done . . . It’s not that easy when to pretend everything is okay when it’s not. It’s hard to believe he could when he showed me he can’t”

“I have. I could. ” Harry said. “I feel the same, Y/N. I never thought I would end up in love with you but . . . I’ve always felt drawn to you since we met”

“Wait, what?” Rita said, shocked. “You like Y/N?”

Rita looked from Harry to me.

“I thought Jack liked you?” Rita asked me.

Rita looked back to Harry. Her mouth dropped open, everything making sense.

“You’re Jack?” She asked Harry.

Harry nodded. Ali facepalmed herself. Rita smiled at Harry and I.

“You two . . .” Rita began to speak, a little speechless. “I mean, I imagined it but . . . shit, you two really”

Harry shook his head, disappointed. He stood up from his chair. He looked to me.

“Sorry” Harry said. “I wanted to talk to you about us but it’s not the right place”

“Oh, no, H” Rita said. “I could leave if you wanted to talk to Y/N alone. I really didn’t mean to call you a dickhead. Well, I did but-“

“It’s okay, Rita” Harry said. “I heard it before”

“But you and Y/N should really talk-“ Rita said before Harry cut her off again.

“No, it’s okay” Harry said, looking to me. “It’s too late anyways”

Rita and Ali looked between Harry and I, waiting for me to say something. I didn’t. I just stared at Harry, completely disappointed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Harry said. “I’ll get going”

Harry took his phone and jacket. We watched him as he left the bar. I looked down at my beer, with growing guilt come over me.

I shouldn’t have said all that. Harry looked like he was about to cry. I should have said something but not that.

“You should go talk to him before he leaves” Ali said.

I looked to her.

“You said you wanted to talk to him to get some answers” Ali said. “You don’t know when you will see him again”

“I can’t” I said. “I hurt him and-”

“It’s Harry” Rita said, cutting me off. “He’ll forgive you.”

I bit my lip, tempted.

“Didn’t you say it felt right being with him?” Rita asked me.

I looked to Ali.

“Go talk to him” Ali said. “You don’t need to lose him again. It’s the right thing to do”

It was the right thing to do . . . Harry would think it was right too.

I got up from my chair.

“I’ll be back” I said to Ali. “Watch my stuff”

I walked away from them and out the bar. I stepped outside, seeing Harry stand by the outside of the bar. He was on his phone.

I sighed, relieved. He didn’t leave yet.

“You’re still here” I walked over to him.

Harry looked up from his phone. His eyes looked red. Was he crying before I came out?

“Don’t worry” Harry said. “I’m leaving. I’m waiting for my car.”

I stared at him, having no idea what to say. From his defensive tone of his voice, it was more than clear Harry was angry at me. I always knew what to say to Harry when I wanted to make things right but . . . I’ve never seen him like this before. I felt like anything I could have said or done wouldn’t matter or fix us.

“Aren’t they waiting for you inside?” Harry asked me.

“Uh, yeah” I said. “But you told Rita you’re leaving for LA tomorrow so, this might as well be my last chance to talk to you”

“You still want to talk to me?” Harry asked, a little surprised. “Inside you were-“

“I was mad” I told him. “I didn’t mean it. Well, I did a little but . . . Not like that”

Harry looked down. I did too. Even though we probably had a million thoughts running through our heads, we both didn’t say anything for a moment. I looked down at the cobblestone ground.

I kept thinking of what Harry said to me inside. He said he was always drawn to me since we met. He said he felt the same as me when I said being with him felt right. He said he showed me that I could trust him. But if I did so much, why didn’t I make up my mind sooner about being with him? And if Harry felt he was drawn to me ever since we met, why didn’t he realize or tell me that sooner? He had countless opportunities over these years to tell me but he didn’t. He didn’t give any sign that he loved me like that.

“You really can’t trust me?” I heard Harry ask me.

I looked up from the ground to Harry.

“You said you couldn’t trust me if we were together” Harry said. “Why? You trusted me as your friend”

“Because you were my friend” I said. “You were always my friend. I only imagined you as a friend. Having you as my boyfriend is different. . .”

I let out a little sigh before I continued to explain.

“You always know when something is wrong with me. As much as I try to hide something from you, I just take one look at you and I can’t hold it in anymore. I love you for that but I also hate it. You make me more vulnerable than anyone else and I hate that feeling.” I said. “When I was your friend, I knew I only had to feel that for a little. I knew I could tell you my secrets because the next day you would leave me. I felt safe knowing I could share anything with you and never have to talk about them again. But you asking me to be with you . . . I’m not ready to feel like that everyday. I don’t want to. I can’t-“

“I don’t believe that” Harry told me.

“What?” I asked.

“I don’t think you really feel that” Harry said. “If you felt that way, why did you still be my friend all this time? I know there’s another reason”

I looked down.

There was none. I always had trouble trusting and letting people in. Harry was that one person who shined a light on that problem. He just left me so vulnerable. He made me feel weak by just looking at me sometimes.

“There is no other reason” I said. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this”

“But you are” Harry said. “You did think of me more than a friend once. Before I left you for Kendall”

Harry took a step closer to me. He held my hands in his. His eyes had a little hope in them.

“You thought of me more than a friend once.” Harry said. “Can’t you think of me like that now? You have to a little.”

I looked down at our hands. I shook my head.

“I did once” I said. “But not anymore. I can’t see you like that anymore. It’s too late for us”

I let go of Harry’s hands. I turned away to walk back but Harry quickly stopped me.

“Why are you here, then?” Harry asked me. “If you can’t see me like that anymore, why are you here? You would be with Ashton now if I didn’t feel something for me”

I turned to Harry. I suddenly felt a rise of anger in me.

“Don’t ask me that” I told Harry. “I said it’s too late-“

“But it’s not” Harry said. “If it was, you wouldn’t have broken up with Ashton. You had to break up with him because of a reason. Because of me!”

“Just because I broke up with him doesn’t mean you’re right for me” I said, frustrated. “Let it go”

“I will if you admit it” Harry said. “Say you left him for me-“

“FINE! I LEFT ASHTON FOR YOU!” I yelled at Harry. “I LEFT ASHTON BECAUSE EVERY TIME I LOOKED AT HIM, ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT WAS YOU! YOU’RE RIGHT, OKAY?”

People on the sidewalk stopped walking and looked to us. I sighed, feeling exhausted but somewhat relieved. I looked to the steps by the entrance of the bar. I walked over and sat down. Harry walked over to me, giving me a moment to cool down.

“You’re right, okay? Ever since you kissed me, all I can think about is you when I shouldn’t be.” I said. “I tried to forget about you but I couldn’t. . . Ashton was my boyfriend. The guilt was eating me up inside. I needed to leave him, even for a little while. I know Ashton is better for me and I should be with him but . . . it’s torture.”

I looked up to Harry.

“Why did you tell me?” I asked him. “I actually found someone good and then you had to come to me with this. After thinking you would never say you love me, you actually did at the worst time”

Harry bit his lip, clearly feeling guilty. He sat down next to me.

“Well, I already told you” Harry began to talk. “I didn’t mean to”

I stared at him, not saying anything. Harry looked down at the ground.

“I know if it’s hard for you to think you can’t be with me. I hurt you enough for you not to want to be with me. I understand that” Harry spoke. “I wanted to tell you sooner but I knew how you would have reacted. But I also knew what you meant when you said you felt like you could be happier with someone else than Ashton . . . I felt like I could make you happy”

A strand of Harry’s hair fell on his face. I smiled. He pushed it back. Harry looked to me. I saw my reflection in his green eyes.

“You make me feel scared too” Harry said. “I never have to tell you what’s wrong. You always knew whenever something was wrong as soon as I walked into a room. No one else could except for you”

Harry looked to the side.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. You just get me” Harry said, speaking with his hands. “You understand me in a way people can’t. I can be myself with you. I never felt as if I had to prove something to you when all everyone else does is expect something of me”

Harry looked back to me. There was something genuine in his eyes. The same genuine I saw in his eyes when I first met him.

“You always believed in me. You’re always so willing to take a chance on something or someone when no one else is.” Harry told me. “You make me want to better. You always have made me feel better just being around you. You were always there for me when no one else was. You have something, Y/N”

Something. I had something to him. Something no else had in his life. Something no one noticed I had except for him.

CRACK!

Harry and I looked up to the sky, hearing thunder. I don’t remember anyone saying there would be a storm tonight. Another rumble of thunder was heard.

I looked down to the ground, feeling my heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beat a hundreds of times before, mostly from anxiety but this one time wasn’t that. This one felt like that one time when I took my first boyfriend home. It felt like finding out I was pregnant with Felix’s child. It was felt like coming home to my family. It felt like . . . love.

Harry looked to the street, watching a black car drive up. It stopped in front of us. Harry and I looked back to each other.

“That’s me” Harry said. “I need to go”

Harry stood up. He looked to the bar, annoyed.

“Jesus,” Harry said. “How long have you been there?”

I looked behind me. Rita and Ali were standing right on top of the stairs.

“Just a minute” Rita said. “We’ve been here since Harry said he could make you happier than Ashton”

“We swear” Ali said to Harry. “We only came out since we heard Y/N yelling at you”

I shook my head. Of course, why didn’t I expect Rita to come out? She couldn’t stop digging into my life all night.

I stood up on my own. Harry walked over to the car, looking down. He opened the car door but didn’t go in. He stared at the ground for a few seconds before looking to me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. After everything, the last thing I want is to hurt you. . .” Harry said. “I wish I knew earlier. I wouldn’t have done all that if I knew.”

Harry stared at me for a moment, waiting for me to say something. I wanted to. I wanted to tell him to not leave. I wanted to tell him to stay with me. I opened my mouth to but I quickly shut it. I looked down.

I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him that and give him that false hope. I couldn’t tell him and let myself to sacrifice any happiness I could have for him. It was best that we weren’t together. It had to be.

“You’re right.” I heard Harry say.

I looked up to Harry again. He was looking at the ground again. His lips started to tremble.

“I should have never told you.” Harry said. “You should be with Ashton. He’s better for you”

Harry quickly got into the car, closing the door. I watched as the car drove off. I felt a drop of rain hit my head. Then, another. It started to rain.

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?” Ali asked in disbelief as she walked over to me. “You just let him walk out of your life again like that!”

I turned to Ali.

“But he made his choice. . .” I said. “What did you expect me to do? He told me I should be with Ashton. I thought you were on his side.”

“I am! But I can’t let you do this!” Ali said.

“What?” I asked her. “You never liked Harry”

“It doesn’t matter who I liked” Ali said. “You’re the one who said you can’t lose Harry. So, what are you doing?”

I looked down the street. I saw Harry’s car stopped at a red light the block down. I looked to Ali, feeling her hands on my shoulders.

“Who is Harry to you? A friend or more than a friend?” Ali asked me. “There will never be a better time to be clear with yourself. Do you want him to leave or do you want him to stay?”

I looked down the street again.

I wanted him to stay. I wanted Harry to stay. I was wrong. If him leaving was really for the best, why did it hurt so much to see him go? I felt like my heart broken into a million pieces when he got into that car. Harry had to stay. There was a reason why I chose to have him in my life all these years. There was a reason he made me feel like no one else. There was a reason why I was so jealous over who he was with. There was a reason why it felt so right to be with him.

I ran away from Ali and down the sidewalk, chasing after Harry’s car.

“HARRY, STAY!” I yelled out, hoping he would hear me. “YOU HAVE TO STAY!”

The light turned green. I watched Harry’s car drive and turn around the corner. I ran faster after it. I ran as much as my feet could let me. I ran until I fell, slipping to the ground. I looked up, my sight a little blurry.

“Harry, I . . . I love you” I said out loud.

I blinked a few times, seeing Harry’s car was no longer in my sight.

I lost him. I lost Harry.

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writings-in-ebony · 5 years ago

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Extended Vacation - 2

Summary: You have to prove yourself to Steve’s friends and your journey finally begins!

Author’s note: Hello everyone! Why is Reader such a tease? Because SHE IS ABLE TO BE ONE! She’s a badass!

A reminder: Prompt was created by @sugarthicc and she gave me permission to write this.Thanks again!

Prompt: Have reader have a personality like Meg the Stallion.

Word Count:1872

Warnings: Bad language

Chapter 2

“Steve falls off his bike, what do you do?” The questions and scenarios were seemingly endless, but understandable. You were sitting in a chair, a rather uncomfortable one mind you, facing the suffocating intimidation of Bucky, Sam and Natasha. However, unbeknownst to them, you were extremely prepared for this and any questions they threw at you. After Steve officially took you on as his assistant, you spent countless hours researching his friends, his enemies, and anything you felt like you had the right to know. You also made sure to study different scenarios and issues that might crop up during your journey. So, yeah, you were prepared for everything they threw at you. But the cold, killer expressions from Bucky and Natasha didn’t help in easing any nerves.

“I immediately pull over my car, survey traffic and proceed to help him off the road. If he sustained any injuries, I would go to my car and retrieve my first aid kit.”

“There is an attack on your hotel and the lights are shut off. All methods of contacting the outside are jammed or shut off. What do you do?” Bucky asked this questioned and leaned over the table, as if he was going to pounce you. As if he dared you to say something stupid. But you didn’t flinch because that’s what they wanted, you to break.

“I go get Steve in the next room,” you were cut off by Natasha’s hand slapping the table.

“What if he’s not in the next room? He’s in the pool, on the twentieth floor, while you are on the tenth.” She immediately made the situation more complicated.

“I would retrieve my phone since the pool is most likely open air if it’s on the twentieth floor. Quietly take the stairs since the elevators are down and make it to Steve as fast as I can.” You barely got out your last word before Sam was interjecting with his own additions.

“You get there, and Steve has a knife in his leg and a gun aimed at his head. What do you do?” Before you could answer, the door to the interrogation room slammed open and there stood both Steve and Tony. They aimed disapproving glares at the trio in front of you.

“You know when I said make sure the new girl feels “welcome”, I didn’t expect that “welcome” to be a full-blown interrogation session,” Tony ground out. He looked like he wanted to say more, but Sam beat him to the punch.

“We have to make sure that she is prepared for every situation. She is basically the only person in charge of America’s hero on this trip. Someone who just arrived only a month prior. Who has no knowledge of Steve and how- .” He stopped when he heard your chair abruptly scrape the concrete floor.

“I’m sorry to interject, Mr. Wilson. But I thoroughly researched and analyzed not only Mr. Rogers, but his enemies and his friends. Steven Grant Rogers has no physical health issues currently listed in his file. He suffers from insomnia, night terrors and nightmares, which I got by looking at his mental health notes and the inconsistent visitations to his psychiatrist. They usually occur on the weekdays but will definitely happen after a mission. He is not on any prescribed medications, primarily due to his metabolism, and his last panic attack was around three years ago.” You completely ignored the shocked expressions of Steve, Sam and Tony. Bucky kept his expression nonchalant and Natasha only raised an eyebrow. But you kept going.

“Mr. Rogers has fourteen major enemies whose whereabouts are currently not near any of the locations we will be visiting, but I talked with Mr. Fury about making sure that there’s security on standby in all our locations anyway. I also made sure that Jarvis is installed in all my devices so that he can monitor and track our locations and offer me any feedback and updates.”

“As for friends, Steve Rogers has a close connection with Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson, and Tony Stark. I noticed with the younger Avengers they look up to him as a father figure or brother. It depends. With his friends, Mr. Rogers naturally relaxes and lets out his true personality. I’ve observed that he’s sarcastic, sassy, and loves listening to conversation even if he, himself, cannot understand what the subject is or its context. In unknown or strange company however, Mr. Rogers displays shy or reserved behavior. Negative behaviors include stubbornness, irrational thinking, and the tendency to thrust himself into dangerous situations without thinking of his own health. But I can literally go on about what I found, but it’s fruitless. Ms. Romanov has already researched into me and read my file, anyway.” Tony and Sam looked dumbstruck as their gazes fell on Natasha. She didn’t even look at them, instead she aimed a smirk at you and you officially took that as a win.

“How did you know Natasha researched you?” Tony slowly asked.

“Oh! Jarvis makes a note of everyone who views the files and she and Ms. Potts already researched me and read up on me. I just wanted to check to see who read my file.” You let a small smile slip and Bucky scoffed.

“I like her,” he grumbled, obviously trying to hide a smile. “Well, if Natasha read your file and you still have both legs, I take it you fit the bill.”

“She does,” Natasha admitted.

“But why the interrogation?!” Sam looked at her as if she betrayed him.

“Because I had to scare her and see her reactions,” she shrugged. “She passed, but I’ve been watching her this entire month. She’s fine in my book.” You smiled warmly at her and she winked at you, proceeding to exit the room. Bucky and Sam followed also, but Sam was giving her an earful for her deception. Tony apologized for their behavior which you quickly dismissed and excused. He made his exit and that left you with a blotchy-faced Steve.

“Wow, you…uh…know so much about me. Like a lot,” he admitted. He was extremely uncomfortable, and you walked towards him, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“Steve, I just wanted to be prepared for my job. If I didn’t know everything that made you tick or could put you in harm, my job would be pointless and your friends wouldn’t even let me be in the same room as you, let alone accompany you on a cross-country trip. If you wanna know about me, I’ll send you my file immediately and you can read everything. I thought you would anyway.”

He bashfully looked at the ground, realizing that he should’ve done that. “I didn’t want to invade your privacy. I…uh…thought I could figure you out without a piece of paper telling me,” he sounded a little bitter and you understood where it was coming from.

“I didn’t get half of the things I just said from reading a piece of paper. This entire month was dedicated to me watching you from afar. I did my own character analysis, while asking others what they see you as. You might not like this, but you’re very transparent.” He visibly winced. “And as you’ll come to realize, I am very blunt. But just because I know about some of your secrets, does not reflect how I view you as a person. That very first day, when I called you a badass, was the truth and it still holds up. You’re a hero to America for a reason.” You lightly tapped his shoulder and walked away.

Steve should have known this trip was a bad idea. He should have known! He should have cancelled and claimed he had an illness. But no, that wouldn’t work because Captain America can’t get sick! He was being tormented and the tormenter was you! What could he do as you walked out of the convenience store, long legs bare and shorts riding up on your…? He couldn’t even bring himself to finish. He turned away and continued filling his bike with gas, face heating up and body reacting in ways he wishes it wouldn’t.

You were both stopped at a convenience store somewhere in Pennsylvania. It wasn’t too crowded, given there were already two cars filling up when you both pulled in. It wasn’t a small gas station, but it also wasn’t a large brand either.

Your car was already filled, since it didn’t burn that much gas, and you had decided to get some snacks and drinks for the road. And would he be lying if he said his eyes didn’t track the way you sauntered into the convenience store like you were a queen strolling past her subjects? What possessed you to wear those godforsaken shorts? And that deep V-neck t-shirt that gripped your thickness and put you on display? You were his assistant and here he was, drooling like a kid in a candy store.

“…something to drink,” Steve startled out of his stupor and turned to see you were raising a blue energy drink to his face.

“Huh?”

“I asked did you need something to drink. You look overheated, which is very uncharacteristic. Are you feeling okay?” She gazed up at Steve with big eyes, her lips parted and inviting.

“Thank you, yeah. I’m feeling okay, just a little hot and the wind…Yeah.” God, he sounded like a dumbass. Her eyes furrowed in even more confusion but looked pleased when Steve reached out and grabbed the drink. He really wanted his bike to hurry up and fill because he was running out of other things to stare at.

“So, you liking the trip so far? I know we’re only five hours into the trip, and we have two more hours before we get to Cleveland, but are you enjoying just riding?” She popped open the cap of her own drink.

“Yeah! It’s so…freeing? It’s like I can think about myself without thinking about others. It’s just me and the road. And I wanna thank you for allowing me to have that feeling,” he trailed off as he watched you drink. He fixated on your puckered lips around the top and actually flinched when you popped your lips and released a content sigh.

You turned back to him and smiled up at him, seemingly disregarding his creepy staring. “That’s good. But you know, I’m getting honked by angry citizens for your freedom.” She waggled a finger at him as if scolding him, but a humorous smirk was plastered on her face. He chuckled and heard the nozzle of the gas tank pop. Finally! He quickly removed the nozzle and screwed on the cap to the tank.

“Well, back to driving,” he beamed, swinging his leg over the bike. “You ready?” He looked at you expectantly and you threw him a thumbs up.

“Sure thing, Steve. And by the way,” she walked over to him and leaned down next to his face so that only he could hear. “You don’t have to be so bashful. It’s okay to stare. It’s actually very flattering.” And with that, she squeezed his bicep and sauntered back to her car.

#black!reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #poc!reader #marvel fanfiction #extended vacation fic

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chimswae · 4 years ago

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BTS Caretaker CH12

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,582

- Author Note:Late update again hmm ;( i appreciate your feedback and comment, just drop in my ASK BOX :)

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Chapter 12

“Seul, come here for a second” Hwasa whispered behind the counter signalling Seul to come over. Seul guffawed at Hwasa’s randomness, and quickly cleaned the table before making her way to Hwasa.

“What is wrong with you?” placing the tray on the counter neatly, Seul shot her friend a disbelief look.

Hwasa glanced over the counter to an area which Seul had a hard time to decipher at first, yet she followed her gaze mindlessly hoping it was not the usual prank that she pulled to get her revenge. Sitting at the corner, a young man in his early 20’s with his face fully covered up by his bucket hat. They could not see his eyes due to that but Seul could tell, he was immersed in his work.

Clenching onto his sketchbook while his free hand did wonder on the blank paper, his muscle flexed due to the intensity that he experienced at the moment. A small smile crept on his face, as he carefully gave a light touch on his character’s hair.

Pretty. He mentally praised the outcome.

“And..you are telling me because?” Seul tilted her head in confusion.

“Didn’t you notice? That guy came to our shop at least thrice a week, sit at the same corner, wearing a plain white tee or sometimes black with a bucket hat on top to complete his fashion. Don’t you find he is a little suspicious?”

“Mmm..and how is this related to us? He could be an aspiring artist, Hwasa. Look at the sketchbook in his hand, he must find this place gives him an inspiration. Stop being so negative for goodness sake” Seul scolded and rolled her eyes in return. Hwasa could be impossible sometimes, her hunch could be a little too fiction.

“The inspiration happens to be you Ji Seul. Hello, wake up girl! I saw how he looked at you” she retorted with protest.

Seul flinched with a disapproval frown “No, he doesn’t, stop imagining things. I can’t remember seeing him that frequent in our shop. Why are you so nosy!” she jabbed her arms with small force enough to annoy Hwasa.

“It is called being observant you foolish girl. Stop being gullible! He is crushing on you, I could tell! Believe me for, once will you?” Hwasa was being adamant especially when it comes to convincing Seul with her words.

“You are being ridiculous Hwasa. He is not crushing on anyone, can you please stop writing your own fiction story, thank you. Letting negativity consumes your already corrupted brain is not healthy, for your information” she pressed her lips into thin line. However, it would be a lie even after the little commotion that Hwasa cause, it didn’t trigger Seul’s curiosity. She found herself glancing at the male who seemed engross in his little world.

She shrugged off the thought away trying not to be mini Hwasa, that would be awful.

“Excuse you. It is you who being too positive. Stop seeing all the good things in people and for once start to doubt another human ugh. Not all of them are saint as you imagine!” she whined not liking the fact that her own best friend did not have her back on her.

“Okay Miss, this talk is pointless. Besides, that guy pays for his drink so let him be unless he is using this place for free just to hangout then we have the right to question his presence here. Now, mind your own business Hwasa, we have stakes of plate behind to be cleaned. Go go!” she gave her friend a light pat on her bum causing the latter to pout.

Taking a final glance at the man whom sat at the corner, their gaze lock without they realize. It surprised him as he quickly lowered his head with a small smile “Weird” Seul mutters at his weird antic.

I wonder when will I have the courage to talk you. He heaved a soft sigh while continue to steal secret glances at the hardworking girl. How her presence alone managed to take his breath away. It all started with a mere admiration, and as day passed he didn’t even realize why his heart will find its own way there.

She is an escape from the reality.

She is his muse.

Literally.

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Trudging to the kitchen as fast as lightning, his nose is greeted by the sweet smell of Jin’s cooking “COOKIES” Taehyung hollered with a goofy grin. Jin looked his shoulder eyeing the younger guy sternly “Do not touch it!” he warned.

“WHY?” he whined, sticking his lower lips out as an attempt for his infamous aegyo (acting cute).

“This is for the caretaker lad-Ahjumma” he corrected but Taehyung was quick to catch on. A sly grin could be seen across his face “Are you preparing this for the caretaker lady? Seul isn’t it?” he poked fun.

Jin frowned “I am just being nice since she kinda give me a good piece of advice that night, so I feel indebted” he tried to hide his flushed face from being seen, to react this way was super wrong. It was not like he liked her in that way. Weird.

“Are you sure it is just an advice? Did something happen between both of you which does not involve words of advice?” Taehyung poked the cookies with his finger trying to steal it away but only to be stopped by Jin.

He swatted his hand from touching the cookies and glared at Taehyung’s way “Dirty minded Taehyung, who taught you this? Namjoon?” the latter pouted again as if he’s innocent as charged. Well all he wanted was a piece of the cookie, but thrifty Jin seemed to only care about the caretaker lady.

“All I wanted was a piece of this yummy cookies, only to be called dirty taehyung this early making me sulky” dramatic Taehyung touched his chest indicating he was in pain.

“Do not be silly Kim Taehyung” Jin rolled his eyes getting used to Taehyung’s weird antic. He took a piece of fresh baked cookies from the oven and shoved it into Taehyung’s mouth. “There happy?” he jeered.

Taehyung gave him a thumb up and wink before skipping happily to the living room. Kids would be kids.

Jin looked around making sure there was no one taking a peek on what he was about to do, he pulled out a cute box and arranged the cookies accordingly with a genuine smile. It was just a simple act of gratitude, right? He did not outdo it, was he?

Finishing up the small token of appreciation for Seul, he left a simple thank you note on top of the box “I hope she likes it” biting his lower lips to surpass his excitement, Jin kept the box on the table hidden from his nosy members. If they happen to see this, he would get tease for the rest of his life.

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“What the heck Hoon, you are their fans and why am I being dragged into this illogical thing” Seul grumbled under her breath. His foolish brother had the audacity to make her attend BTS Puma Fansign just because he wanted to get that limited-edition winter jacket. In all honesty, she admired his passion in obtaining the jacket however hell man this is Bangtan thing and definitely not her cup of tea.

“How is it illogical when it is a Bangtan thing!” he was offended. What a true Army, clap.

Seul cringed “Because it is a Bangtan thing, stop acting like a fangirl”

Hoon argued “CAN’T A MALE FANGIRLING TOO? WOW SPEAKING OF BEING DOUBLE STANDARD” he guffawed cynically and continued “And there is something called fanboy for someone like me, thank you”

Seul shook her head while putting on her pink converse, she really needed to ignore his brother weird request from now on. Especially when it involved Bangtan. Persistence Hoon wont back away that easily, so he went to Seul side with his sad façade, prolly trying to impress Seul.

“Come on nuna, help me to get that winter edition jacket. I saved up my money for that, now because of my stupid speaking test. My plan to get the jacket burnt down to ashes” Hoon complained as if Seul was the reason why his early plan was doomed.

“For your information I have a better work to do rather than attending some weird fansign. Can’t you just get the jacket later on? They might put it up after the fansign, Ji Hoon! Why with the rush?” she retorted with a low scowl.

“Oh god, you are really oblivious, aren’t you? By the time they put it on display, everything will be wiped out by the Armys! Don’t you know the power of Army?”

Seul scrunched up her nose in utter disgust “Ew, you sounded so righteous trying to defend your favourite idol. But, power of Army? What I know is, it turns you into a pussy” Hoon gawked at Seul’s sassy mark. No one really could beat that foul mouth of hers.

Hoon sensed anger and hatred in Seul’s tone, even worse than before. He knew Seul did listen to Bangtan songs even though it was not to the extent of fangirling yet back then before she started this caretaking job, she did not sound as salty as now. What exactly happened to change her into some kind of typical k-netz whom sometimes only know how to condemn everything that the idols do.

He pinched the bridge of his nose while digesting his sister’s rude demeanour “Okay, nuna. Let me put every piece together first. What exactly happened at work causing you to act this way? As far as I am concerned the worst thing that you ever said to Bangtan was Jungkook hyung is a lazy bum” he frowned.

“Not this Bangtan talk again Ji Hoon. Look I am running late so can we just drop this thing because their life is not my problem. Alright?” she stood up, patting her jeans lightly and made her way to the front door only to be stopped by Hoon.

“WHAT NOW!” she hissed angrily.

“Say yes to the Puma fansign first then I am letting you go!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nuna please just this one! It is important”

“My job is important too and I have stomach to feed, get out of my way before I smack your soul out of your body. Go study and stop fangirling over Bangtan. Get a life Hoon” her brows knitted together into a deep frown.

“Just this one fansign please” Hoon threw his arms around her neck, basically clinging onto Seul for his dear life “I promise I will not ask anything irrelevant after this if you just help me to get the winter jacket” he begged with his puppy eyes.

“You are so annoying” Seul bit her lower lips trying to fall for Hoon’s request. She did not think meeting Bangtan members especially Yoongi and Jimin would be a good idea. Plus, to add to the suffering that she experienced, Jin was in the equation too. One fansign would not hurt right? They would not recognize her if she hid her face. That was face mask for!

Inhaling a deep breath, Seul finally gave in “Fine, just this fansign” Hoon hopped happily, squishing her sister into a super tight hug. He could be a little childish sometimes.

“I LOVE YOU NUNA SO MUCH” she felt a moist friction against her cheeks. Not a kiss Ji Hoon. Not a kiss, this grossed her out.

“Okay I am out from here, get off me” using her strength she pushed Hoon off her, so she could start walking and started her day already. She exited her apartment while rolling her eyes, then Hoon hollered at the back “It is today at 6! I will wire you the money and text the detail! Oh nuna! Get me the grey jacket thank you!” she sighed tiredly.

Thankfully, it was Saturday, so she didn’t have to tend Bangtan’s dorm. Much to her annoyance, she couldn’t imagine running around from one place to another just because of Hoon silly request. Unimportant much.

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Seul left earlier than she did to attend Hoon’s BTS Puma Fansign however to her dismay, she was stuck in traffic causing her to arrive 30 minutes later than the actual event. Another shitty thing happened after another, when she was not allowed to enter the venue with her face mask. What was the big deal again? She then, followed the rule anyways as much as she hated it since she already promised Hoon to get him that dreamy winter jacket of his.

She was amazed by the settings and by the time she entered the small exhibition room, fans had already lined up for the fansign. Even from afar, she could see the members were already in their seat getting busy with their fanservices. Some members were entertaining the fans on the floor with cameras, must be their fansites, Seul mumbled under her breath.

Without her facemask, she felt so exposed to danger especially that exact two members whom already well aware of her existence. Seul cussed in her head not liking this one bit, one of the staffs came to her demanded her to be in line. Now this was a real drill.

She had to pretend as if nothing happened then and ignored those two completely. What was the worse thing they could do in public? Ji Seul everything will be fine, just smile. She spoke to Hoon earlier about the ideas of getting the winter jacket only and to ditch the fansign, but that little filthy creature wanted Bangtan’s autograph on the poster too. What a brat.

Thirty minutes passed yet there was no sign of Bangtan members in front of her, there were about 20 fans before her turn. This by far the craziest thing that she ever did for someone named Hoon. It would not happen again, she will make sure that.

Seul almost dozed off whilst waiting and of course she paid no attention to the fans around her and her surroundings. All she cared was to end this thing instantly “My god why am I doing this” she rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawning away to ease the sleepiness in her.

Getting bored standing in line like a fool, her eyes wander around watching the excited fans whenever their favourite members reacted to their questions. Idols really are the best actors of the century, weren’t they tired? Seul still could not understand a fangirl’s life, the closest would be her brother.

Her eyes were fixated on Jin, looking all glee and joyful with his fans. If and only that fan knew the real struggle behind smiley Jin, she sighed. The corner of her lips was tugged into a small smile upon witnessing Jin’s passion and his kindness with every fan who come to greet him a simple hello. He is a nice guy, she mentally complimented.

Seul felt a gaze on her as she shifted when the line moved forward, that weird feeling again. Jimin’s eyes were on her direction making Seul melted under his strong gaze. People might think he was actually staring into the lens, but no.

Jimin had his eyes on that one familiar figure not far from where he sat “Ji Seul..” he mumbled lowly not wanting to garner any misunderstanding from the fans and members.

Shoot, he knew me. Screw it. Seul turned her body to other side, steadying her heavy breathing. This won’t do, she must stay calm and act like nothing happen. This is their workplace, they should be professional anyway.

Jimin’s playful smile was slowly replaced by a genuine one as his attention now was on the fan in front of him. He could not wait until Seul’s turn came, there were a lot of things to ask.

On the other side, there was another person on stage whom seemed as surprised as Jimin, his beautiful lips were perfectly shaped into the most breath-taking smile which could blow any heart away ‘It is her. The lady from the tea shop’ he could not believe what’s in front of him.

His muse is there. He did not know she’s a fan well except her phone ringtone indicated she might be a possible fan, but to see her stood there in her casual clothes shook his heart.

She looked beautiful as always.

He returned his attention back to the audience and the members whom seemed too engross in doing something per requested. Guess, he finally had a chance to talk to her even for a short while in a bit.

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After waiting for another twenty minutes, her turn to be entertained finally here. Well not exactly entertained, she was doing it for brat Hoon. Deep down inside, she was as nervous as other fans, except she really hated the attention from the public. Being in public alone in this kind of event pressured her to be cautious of her surrounding even more.

Jung Hoseok was the first member who greeted her cheerfully, it baffled Seul to see energetic Hoseok. He was indeed the real sunshine of the group, never once she caught him frowning or sighing. It was incredible how he was able to maintain that face whole day.

“Your name?” Hoseok asked cheerfully looking into Seul’s eyes intensely. Seul felt her cheeks getting hot at this unnecessary fanservice, not like she’s a fan of them. God, she hated this feeling the most.

“Urm… Se-I mean Hoon” she mumbled nervously.

Hoseok tilted his head while blinking his stupidly cute round eyes “Hoon?” he didn’t sound convinced at first considering the name was too manly for a girl like her “Is this your first time?” he inquired.

“Mmm.. yes.. actually this is for my brother. He is a fan, but he couldn’t make it to the fansign” she cleared her throat in hope she didn’t sound too nasal.

His mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape with a soft nod “Say hi to your brother then, Hoon’s sister” Seul chuckled at his cheekiness. For an odd reason, his smile warmth her heart and for goodness sake Jung Hoseok is beautiful. His honey skin is everything, okay enough complimenting.

Seul shifted to other side to meet the second Bangtan’s members, she saw him before but couldn’t really call his name. He had a cute smile plastered across his face, as he scrunched up his nose cutely making Seul froze in her spot “Hi.. how are you? I like your smile by the way..” his voice was holly deep and sexy.

That was random as hell. What is with her smile again?

She turned fifty shades of red at the compliment “F..ine.. I guess? Mmm..thank you?” Seul wanted to force the word out from his mouth but only to be stopped by the person beside him, Park Jimin.

“Taehyunggie you are flattering her, don’t worry let me take it from here” Jimin slipped his hand in Seul’s cold one, pulling her in front of him. Seul could hear Taehyung guy whines at the background claiming Jimin stole his fan away, however to Seul, she was too preoccupied by Jimin’s presence.

How could a guy that she encountered few weeks ago could be this beautiful? I mean come on, Jimin was the real definition of living prince.

“Fancy to see you here again, Ji Seul-ssi” he caressed his thumb over her skin in circular motion whilst his other hand signed the poster in front of him. Ji Seul chose to remain silent, like what else she could say to this Park Jimin guy.

“I thought you were not a fan” he smug playfully making his eyes shrunk in process.

“Am not” Seul blurted with a long sigh. This whole thing was too much for her heart to handle, especially with Jimin stroking her skin as if she’s his lover. Was he this affectionate with his fans? Crazy.

Jimin bit his lower lips enjoying the scene in front of him, he had the upper hand now. It was rather interesting to see her overreact to his little touch “So, why are you here? Do you like someone from Bangtan?” he pried answers from the flustered girl.

“Well, I don’t exactly have one” Seul wanted to pull her hand away from Jimin’s grasp but did not want to appear rude. Another thing was that she did not want to cause any rumours, so she just played along until she found the perfect chance to just end this.

She started to break a cold sweat, this staring contest would not be over until she came up with answers, so she shut her eyes together and blurted out the first name that came into her mind “It is Suga” she gawked at her own answers.

Hearing his name being called Yoongi who sat three seats away from Jimin turned his head to Jimin’s direction, he too could not believe what he just saw. Did he really see it right? Ji Seul, their caretaker was there all along at the fansign.

Jimin face felt yet he managed to cover it up with the sweetest smile ever “Oh, guess you are looking forward to your meeting with Hyung” he winked. Seul looked away, finally able to pull her shaking hand away from his strong grip “It is nice meeting you Jimin-ssi” with that Seul quickly moved to the person beside Jimin.

The wise leader had been assessing the whole situation and he was not a fool though. He knew the way how Jimin and Suga exchanged a meaningful look, he knew the two members and the girl in front of him knew each other. Could it be the infamous caretaker lady that those two bragged before?

“Are you alright?” he saw how the girl broke into cold sweat, Seul was fiddling with the hem of her shirt easing the tense that she felt in her muscle.

Seul smiled politely “I am okay.. Thank you for asking” Namjoon’s dimple smile seemed to calm down her racing heart at least. It didn’t last long when Namjoon leaned over the table, dabbing Seul’s forehead with his sleeve.

Squeals after squeals could be heard from every corner making Seul flustered in her stance, what in the world just happened. Her body paralyzed at this small gesture and the proximity killed her inside “Don’t be nervous even this is your first time. You are doing great” Kim Namjoon was a real gentleman.

Seul chewed her lower lips, hiding her now crimson red face from Namjoon “Thank you…Good urm luck in anything you do and eat well I guess” he returned to his seat with a wide grin. Before Seul moved to the next member, Namjoon gave a light pat on her head and whispered in her ears “I remember you, glad to see you again caretaker agashii” he nodded with nose scrunched up revealing his dimple once again.

That is so not healthy. Seul chuckled bitterly and faced another unfamiliar face in front of him, guess she really need to study hard when it came to their names.

“Hello…Urm…?” Seul paused for a moment scrutinizing Jungkook’s face, rummaging through her memories. What was his name again? She cursed in her head.

“Jungkook..Jeon Jungkook.. You really are not a fan, you seem to like Suga hyung more than anything” Jungkook shook his head with a light chuckle. God, even his small laugh alone sounded melodious.

Of course, he is the Jeon Jungkook. Everyone knew he is the Jeon Jungkook, except Seul who’s still struggling with BTS’s members name in her head. She kept on messing the same name all over again except few members that left a great impression on her before like Yoongi, Jimin, Jin and Namjoon. Those are the only members that she accidentally bumped into so far.

“I am sorry Jungkook-ssi. Just a little urm… nervous I guess. The words just could not get out from my mouth” Seul sighed deeply.

“It is okay I am joking. You seem a little tense, calm down a little” he teased. Jungkook’s bunny smile managed to make her laugh a little despite the sticky situation that she faced a moment ago, now she felt a burden being lifted off her shoulder. Jungkook and Seul chattered for few more minutes before they ended with a shy hi-five as the staffs motioned Seul to move quickly not hogging the line.

Seul apologized and moved to the second last member, the eldest in the group, Kim Seokjin. Only god knew how uncomfortable she was conversing with Jungkook earlier, when she could eventually sense Jin’s deep gaze on her. It ripped out her sanity.

The corner of her eyes caught a glance of Yoongi whom sat the end of the table with a poker face, he was ignoring her whilst paying his attention on the fans at the audience seat. His voice alone was a major distraction to her innocent ears.

“So is it true Yoongi is your favourite member?” Jin’s soft voice diverted her attention to him instead. He found herself envied Yoongi, and trying to digest the ridiculousness. Wasn’t she supposed to loathe him instead since the things happened between the two aint pretty.

“Pardon?”

“I said do you like Yoongi?”

“………”

“Should I take that as a yes?”

“……..”

There was another silence between them. She had been repeating this question all over again in her head, what more she could say?

“Well, I wish it could be me instead. Don’t you think Yoongi doesn’t deserve your love” he joked causing the other guy to kick his calf under the table. He grinded his teeth together giving the older guy a warning glare.

“You may become one, in the future” Seul smiled, thanking Jin before shifting herself to Yoongi. Jin was in dazed upon hearing her response, Seul is attractive in his eyes. Biting his tongue down, he wished to see Seul again soon.

If and only she could skip Yoongi, she would gladly do that. Upon his eyes fell on Seul, he slouched forward examining the girl’s face so intensely that cause everyone in the audience fell silence in their seat.

Yoongi was known to be less affectionate with his fans in comparison to other members like the maknae line. But, there were rare occasion whereby he would shake hand casually with his fans. Likewise, with Seul he felt the urge to tease her even more than that.

Breaking his usual cold and cool demeanour, Yoongi cups her cheeks gazing into her eyes deeply “I told you we will meet again Mrs Hwang’s daughter” he murmured lowly careful someone might hear him.

“DID YOU SEE THAT?”

“DID MIN YOONGI JUST-“

“WOW, THAT IS RARE”

The faint voices behind her was just another voice that she had completely filtered from her memory. Other members took the moment to glance over at their side to witness the commotion, they were weirded out by Yoongi sudden change of character. How unusual.

“What are you doing” Seul hissed under her sharp breath. She didn’t fancy this kind of thing especially when Yoongi was the one who initiated the first move.

Yoongi smiled adorably “Being friendly” he chuckled, as his hand moved to the tuck the strand of hair behind her ears. He continued to give her an affectionate look, turning Seul into a real mess. For pete’s sake, she really hated Min Yoongi. Why he even exists?

“Didn’t know that you actually like me?”

“I don’t”

“Liar”

“I am not”

“Prove it”

“Do I need to kiss you and ruin your career then only you trust me”

“Oh, that will only affect you. I will just announce to the world you are my girl, as simple as that”

“YOU WONT DARE!”

“TRY ME”

“FUCK YOU MIN YOONGI”

“Only if you invite me to your bed”

“YOU ARE ANNOYING”

“Thank you”

Their banter was done under the radar, no one could hear them except Kim Seokjin, but he decided not to butt in and let them be. He was still dead curious on the inside, just how close these two are? They seem to have a very friendly relationship in his eyes.

Yoongi leaned dangerously close to her face before releasing her completely “See you around, Mrs Hwang’s daughter” he gave her one final wink. Grumpily, Seul got up descended from the stage with red face. The result of her random banter with Yoongi caused her to be this sensitive.

Just wait, I will poison you in your sleep. Clenching her fist together, Seul refused to look back though he knew Yoongi’s eyes never left her until she disappeared from his vicinity.

Did she leave already? The guy peered up scanning the area to find a glimpse of Seul in the audience. He flinches as he failed to catch Seul face anywhere in the area, then he slumped in his seat.

I will just visit her at the shop. He smiled to himself.

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shewillreadyou · 4 years ago

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Becoming: Chapter 11- A woman’s worth

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: Will Karis break under Madeleine’s pressure?

Disclaimers: All characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Language, sexual content, tw character death

Catch up: Becoming

Word Count:2638

Pairings: Liam x MC (Karis Vasquez

Song inspiration: A woman’s worth- Alicia Keys

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“Excuse me, may I have this dance?”

“Raymond, wow of course, well if it’s okay with you Liam?”

Liam smiles but it does not reach his eyes.

“Of course. I’ll catch up with you soon,” he says as he heads towards Rashad.

On the dance floor

“Karis, you look…damn.”

She blushes furiously but her blush quickly fades.

“Raymond, you look great too. But what are you doing here?”

Raymond looks around to see who is within earshot. He pulls her close and speaks in a low voice in her ear as Liam eyes him from across the room.

“Are you ok? Just squeeze me if you are not. I got a phone call from some chick named–”

“Let me guess, Madeleine?”

“Yeah, she wants you out of the way. She asked me what was going on between the two of us. I told her that we were colleagues. She insisted that I come here tonight as her plus one and talk you into going back with me. I was about to hang up the phone on her when I realized that you might be in danger.”

“Really? You are just as bad as Liam? You flew here to save me? Well thank you but I’m fine, really.”

“Kar, these people don’t want you here. They were willing to fly me here, on the off chance that I could talk you into leaving. Is this really the life that you want? Come back to Paris with me. You can finish school, go to law school and come work at the firm. You don’t have to have drama for the sake of love. Come back with me tomorrow, I can’t offer you a palace but once your internship is up my flat is yours.”

“Raymond, you’re sweet. Clueless but sweet. I don’t care about living in a palace, or whether Madeleine wants me here or if my relationship looks like drama to you. All I want, all I ever wanted was Liam. So, I’m sorry you wasted your time coming here, but if you would do me a favor, go tell Maddie, that she can go to hell.”

At the head table

Liam approaches Rashad with fire in his eyes. “I want answers. Why is he here?”

“Why is who here, Li?”

“Raymond Perry!”

“You mean Madeleine’s plus one? I have no idea? Do you know him?”

“Yeah, we’ve met. He’s Karis’ co worker.”

“Wait, he’s that Raymond? And you let him dance with her?”

“Yes, because I didn’t want to cause a scene and I trust her.”

Karis saunters up to Liam, her expression is unreadable.

“Rashad, Russell, thank you both so much for your hospitality. This has all been lovely. I look forward to seeing you both soon. Liam, a word?” she said calmly.

“Sure angel.”

“Can we go now? I can not be sure I won’t embarrass you if I run into Madeleine.”

“Absolutely. I’ll say a few goodbye’s.” He makes the rounds and instructs his guard to escort Karis to the car.”

While she is waiting for Adonis, the door to the car opens and Madeleine gets in and closes the door.

“Madeleine.” Karis never even looks at her.

“You know Karis, I have tried being nice to you. I even flew your little boyfriend here to talk some sense into you to no avail. There is no reasoning with you. What would Liam think if his little miss perfect was caught in a compromising position with her boyfriend?”

“Oh, you think i’m perfect? Liam knows better. Besides, I have never been in a compromising position with Raymond or anyone else for that matter. And you know Madeleine, I could say the same for you. You are impossible. No wonder Leo left you for some random girl he met on a cruise. You want Liam?” She turned to stare at her with an icy gaze.

“Take him from me.”

Just then there is a knock on the window. Madeleine opened the door to find a livid Olivia standing in the breezy night.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Maddie? Liam is going to flip his shit. Is this what you think is going to win him over? What did you do, threaten her? Give it up. She isn’t afraid of you?”

She pulls Madeleine out of the car by her arm and the two of them head back into the estate arguing quietly. Moments later Liam joins her and they head back to his apartment. The moment the car starts to move Liam reaches for her hand and she begins to sob uncontrollably.

“Whoa, Karis. What’s this about?” He slid closer to her on the seat and wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed on his chest.

She was so overwhelmed with emotion she could not get out a coherent sentence. When they arrived a short time later at his apartment, he held her close carrying a great deal of her body weight as they entered the elevator. When they made it inside, he helped her settle on the couch and got her a box of tissues and a glass of water.

He sat next to her rubbing soothing circles on her back. When she was finally calm enough to speak, she took several cleansing breaths and turned to Liam.

“I didn’t come to Cordonia to be arrested for murder. Keep Madeleine away from me Adonis.”

“What did she do? Is this about Raymond?”

“No, it’s about you. It’s about the crown. She is relentless. Raymond was just a pawn. She doesn’t have an issue with me, outside of I am in her way. She sent for him thinking that he could talk me into leaving tonight with him and when that didn’t work, she threatened to blackmail me.”

Liam’s mouth falls open, he wipes her tears.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I will handle it. Promise.”

He kissed her lips sweetly and they settled into a comfortable silence.

“So, it’s still early. What else did you have planned for tonight?”

“It’s funny that you asked. I’ll be right back.”

Liam disappears onto the terrace and is gone a few minutes before he comes strolling casually back into the living area with a devilish smirk on his face.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing dear.”

“You’re lying, but ok. Have you checked on your Dad today?”

“Yes, he is stable. But they still aren’t releasing him.”

“I was thinking we should get up early tomorrow and go see him. Maybe take him a decent cup of coffee and a heart healthy breakfast.”

Liam stares off in the distance, lost in thought.

“You have to forgive him, you know.”

“Huh?” Her words snatch him from his reverie.

“Not for him. For you.”

He nodded his head, still not focused on her.

“Earth to Adonis!”

“I’m here. I’ve never had anyone I’ve wanted so badly to please.”

“Most people want to please their parents.”

“Not him.” he finally focuses, looking at her with adoration.

She looks confused.

“You.”

“Me?” she looks puzzled.

“Yes, you. Have I told you how incredible you are today?”

“Nah, but i’m listening.”

“After the day you’ve had, you’re still thinking about me.”

“Of course I am.”

“You are discerning, and sincere, and quick-witted, and courageous, and diligent, and capable,” he dotes on her as he peppers her neck with kisses. She squeals with a smile from ear to ear.

He picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder and smacks her ass.

“Where are we going?” she giggles.

“You’ll see. Patience my queen.”

When they stopped out on the terrace he sat her down they were met with a large hot tub with candles lit all around.

“Did you do this for me?”

“Yeah, I did. I wanted it to be romantic. Is it cheesy?”

“No, it’s sweet. But aren’t we a little over dressed?”

Before she could get the words out he had shrugged out of his suit coat and was reaching for the zipper of her dress. When it pooled at her ankles she stepped out of it and he held her hand helping her into the steamy water of the hot tub.

“OMG, it’s amazing!”

He looks at her and slowly takes his clothes off piece by piece until he is standing in only his boxer briefs.

“You know, It’s not nice to tease, your majesty.”

He joins her in the water and shivers as his body adjusted to the temperature. He sat on one of the underwater benches and pulled her on to his lap. She straddled him and he gazed into her eyes for what felt like an eternity. She poured them both a glass of champagne.

“What?”

“I was just thinking…What does love mean to you, Karis?”

“Love is…sacrifice, dedication, loyalty, compromising, and commitment.

“All important to making a relationship work.”

“What does it mean to you?”

“You know it’s funny. I never even gave it any real thought before I met you. I certainly wasn’t raised to have any expectation of romance in my life.”

“That’s funny coming from you. You are incredibly romantic.”

“You think so?”

“I do. Now, answer my question.”

“Hmm, love is patient, honest, kind, protecting, giving, thoughtful and trusting. I have never known love in this sense until I met you. I knew that I loved you the morning I left your apartment back in New York for the airport.”

“Really? Day one?”

“Absolutely. You didn’t feel it?”

“I clearly felt a strong connection. I don’t think it was love. But it was something. That’s probably why I was so hurt.”

“When I found out what Madeleine did, I knew that her character was not one of a queen. Leo tried to warn me to keep an eye on her. Let me ask you this, when did you know?”

“I knew the moment I smelled your cologne in Paris. It was like every bit of logic went out the window. My emotions came storming back in, like a flood. I was hurt. But longed for you, I craved you, I missed you.”

She tried to blink away the tears but, alas it was in vain.

‘No, no crying right now. We are being romantic.”

She smiled.

“That’s what I want to see. Let’s talk about something else. I know we briefly talked about it and you said that you wanted kids and I know my father mentioned it, but… How many kids do you think you want?” he asked as he sipped his champagne.

She takes a moment to consider her answer.

“I dunno, maybe 7 or 8,” she said casually.

He spit out his champagne.

“How many kids?”

She smirked. “Your father did say that heirs equal stability.

“Clearly you intend to be very stable.”

She takes his glass from his hand, and places both glasses carefully on the side of the hot tub. She turned to him and clasped her hands behind his neck.

“I don’t have a set number of children I want. I will be happy with whatever number of children we have.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and she kissed him sweetly.

“Does it freak you out at all that this time next year we could be married and expecting our first child?”

“Only slightly. Definitely not as much as I expected it to freak me out.”

He kisses her again. This time it was urgent and deep. His hands traced her curves and found the clasp to her bra. It plopped into the water and floated at the top as his mouth moved openly down her pulse line. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

His tongue teased her collarbone before he took her perky breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked her nipple while his hand gently massaged the other. The water lapped around them as she grinded on his lap. He lifted his hips and slid his boxers off freeing his hardened length. She took him in her hand stroking him as he groaned in pleasure.

He lifted her by the waist to stand on the bench. He pulled her black lace thong to the side as his mouth found her center. Her knees buckled and his strong arm circled her waist pulling her closer and supporting her at the same time. “Je veux seulement te plaire.”

“Adonis!” she screamed his name as she rubbed his bald head. When she was starting to come undone he pulled away with a smirk.

“You are teasing me again,” she said slightly shivering.

He pulled her back down into the warm water and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m not teasing. I need to be inside of you,” he says as she straddles him again.

She reaches for him guiding him to her entrance. She took in a sharp breath as she stretched around him. Her eyes widened at the sensation.

“Go slow. We have all night.”

“Like I have a choice.”

“God, you feel incredible. It’s so tight.”

“You feel large.”

“Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” she said as she picked up the pace.

He lifted his hips, winding them slowly at first, then rolling them thrusting harder.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Well, stop running from this dick.”

“Oh my god. Adonis, I can’t!” she moaned.

“Yes you can. Take it,” he said as he began thrusting like a jack hammer.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly and began contracting around him as she plunged up and down on his length.

“I’m, I’m soooo close. Give me every inch of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please love.”

“If you insist..”

Her once straight hair was now dark and curly from the way the water was splashing, just how he liked it.

He tangled his hands in her dark wet curls exposing her neck. He didn’t know if it was the way the moon was glowing against her caramel skin or the way the water beaded up as she bobbed up and down out of the water, but he couldn’t have been more turned on. He thrusted into her completely filling her. Her eyes went wide.

“Take it. Take this dick.”

She was sure she felt it in her stomach. After a few more powerful thrusts they fell over the edge together. He carried her bridal style to bed where slumber found them both quickly.

The next morning they arose early to visit with Constantine before they got their day started. Karis had made breakfast and snuck it into Constantine, in her purse. She also had a canteen full of his favorite dark roast coffee.

“She is thoughtful, smart, beautiful, fearless and can cook. Keep this one Liam.”

“That’s the plan, father.”

“Thank you, sir. You flatter me. Adonis, I’m going to give you two sometime alone.”

A few moments later, Liam joins her in the waiting area where she is chatting with Kenyon, the guard charged with looking after her while she was visiting.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, nurse Emily is in with him. I told him I would come back when she was done. Karis, what do I say to him?” he asked, his eyes threatening to spill tears he had been holding a lifetime.

“Keep it simple. Tell him that you love him. That you forgive him and that you hope that you have made him proud. Remember, this is for you.”

She gives him a hug and whispers, “I’m so proud of you,” in his ear as she squeezes him tight, before he heads back in to chat with his father.

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evan-buckley-diaz · 5 years ago

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Under Pressure: The Sequel - Chapter 1 - Eddie/Buck

Things in their relationship is moving forward and Buck is happy. He is also scared. Could it be too good to be true? And it seems the universe still has a few things to throw at him and Eddie, complicating things further.

words: 3136 warnings: sexual content, swearing, Dom!Eddie, sub!Buck

Buck stared at Eddie as he walked across the room and headed to were they kept their toys and equipment. ”Sir?” Buck asked quietly. ”I won’t do it again, please I don’t want a paddle” Buck whined as Eddie looked for something. ”Oh don’t worry, you’re not getting a paddle” Eddie said as he grabbed what he was looking for. It was a little black bag. Spotting it Buck whined and shook his head, whilst Eddie sat down on he bed and beckoned Buck over. ”Sir please” He begged as he walked over and dropped down on his knees so Eddie couldn’t put it on. ”I don’t want to wear it” He said as Eddie got it out of the bag, dismantled it and put all the pieces on the bed. Eddie put his hand out. ”Buck, get up” he said sternly and reached for Buck’s hand to get him to stand up.

”Noo” Buck whined and looked up at Eddie. ”I don’t like it” he said and pushed Eddie’s hand away. ”Buck, you’re not supposed to like it. It’s a punishment. Now stand up” Eddie commanded. Buck shook his head and put his head against Eddie’s knee. ”Want a spanking in stead” he whined. ”You don’t get to decide your punishment, that’s not how this work. Right now you only need to wear it for 24 hours, if you continue to not obey you’ll have to wear it longer and we’ll add on punishments to this. Now be a good boy for me and stand up” Buck let out a little cry and pouted as he looked up at Eddie. He did nothing but raise an eyebrow at Buck.

”Please, Sir, I don’t need to wear it, I won’t do it again” Buck whined as he slowly stood up and put his hands in front of his crotch. ”Buck, put your hands behind your back” Eddie ordered. Buck stomped his foot and whined loudly as he put his hands away. As Eddie started undoing his pants, Buck squirmed and sniffled. ”Sir, please don’t put it on” he whimpered and took an awkward step back seeing as his pants and briefs were around his ankles. ”Buck” Eddie warned him. ”You will now wear it for two days, would you like to add another day?” he asked.

Buck shook his head as he whimpered and cried. ”I don’t want to wear it at all!” he sniffled. He shuffled his legs and stepped out of his pants. He bit his lip as he watched Eddie. ”Buck. Come here” Eddie ordered. ”No! I don’t want to wear it so I’m not going to!” Buck snapped at him and gave him a quick glare. He breathed quickly as he watched Eddie stand up, he shuffled back until he hit the wall and he whimpered as Eddie stood right in front of him.

Eddie grabbed the back on Buck’s neck and held him firmly. ”Excuse me? Can you repeat that please?” Eddie asked in a low tone. Buck shook his head quickly. ”No? Do you remember talking about how this relationship is going to work?” Eddie asked seriously. Buck nodded, still keeping his gaze down. ”Then you should also remember how we talked about listening, being respectful and following the rules, no?” Buck whimpered and squirmed under Eddie’s grip and hard stare. ”I just didn’t want to wear it” Buck managed to say in a quiet whisper. ”This isn’t always about what you want but what you need. Now you’ve earned yourself a second punishment tonight” Eddie told him and Buck let out a sob.

”Theres your original punishment for touching yourself that was being locked up in the chastity cage for one day, that you increased to three days with your protesting. And there’s your added punishment for being a disrespectful brat that will include 15 minutes in the corner, a spanking and you’ll write a letter apologizing to me and yourself for your behavior. Understand?” Buck sobbed as he nodded. ”Are you going to act like a brat or be good boy?” Eddie asked and tilted Buck’s head up so he would have to look him in the eye. ”A good boy!” Buck cried as he rubbed his eye and sniffled. Eddie nodded. ”Okay, undress and go find your spot in the corner” Eddie let go off Buck’s neck and took a small step back, just enough so Buck had place to take his t-shirt off.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and watched closely as Buck walked over to his corner and leaned against it. Now that Buck couldn’t see him Eddie couldn’t help a little smile on his lips as he picked up Buck’s clothes and put them over a chair. Buck was a cute brat and he was glad that he trusted him enough to show him that side of himself.

”Alright, times up, come lie down” Eddie said as Buck’s fifteen minutes in the corner was up. Buck wasn’t really crying anymore, just sniffling and breathing a bit shakily. Buck wasted no time in obeying this time though and walked straight over and lied down over Eddie’s lap. ”Why are you being punished?” Eddie asked as he stroked Buck’s bum gently. ”For being a brat and disobeying” Buck sniffled. ”Thats right” Eddie replied before quickly starting the spanking.

”Ow, ow, ow!” Buck sobbed as his ass was growing more warm and painful by each smack. ”Sir, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” he cried as he kicked his feet slightly and reached back with his hand to try and rub his bum and maybe stop a few smacks from landing on his sore skin. ”Hold on, a few more” Eddie said, grasping Buck’s hand and keeping it still against his back whilst continuing the the spanking.

Tears were running down his cheeks as Eddie helped him sit up. Throwing his hands around Eddie, Buck sobbed as he continued to apologize. ”I’m sorry I was a brat, Sir, I won’t do it again” he cried. ”Oh baby, you totally are going to be a brat again” Eddie said softly and tried to not laugh as Buck pulled back offended. ”No, I won’t!” He whined. ”Baby, it’s okay, it’s natural and I’ve been waiting for it to happen a while. Some sub boys are that way. I was expecting this” Eddie explained and stroked Buck’s cheek. Buck looks down sad. ”You knew I’d be a bad boy?” he asked quietly and bit his lip to stop himself from crying.

”Buck, you are not a bad boy. That’s not what a brat is. You are a good boy, such a good boy for me and I’m so lucky to have you. A brat is a good boy who tests the limits now and again, to feel safe and reassured by them being enforced. Sometimes you’ll be able to stop yourself when you feel the need to be a brat but if you can’t, I will be there to handle you” Buck looked skeptical but did a little nod.

Eddie gave him a smile. ”You are a good boy, Buck” he reassured him and gave him a kiss. ”Can you stand up please, it’s time to put the cock cage on” he said and gave Buck’s hip a little squeeze. Sucking his lip in and bitting down on it, Buck sniffled as he stood up slowly. He watched as Eddie grabbed everything he needed. ”Okay, I’m going to start now, let me know if your skin gets pinched” Eddie said as he grabbed the base ring and pulled Buck a bit closer.

By the time Eddie was finished putting it on, Buck had tears running down his cheeks again. ”How long do I have to wear it, Sir? I can’t remember” He asked tearfully as Eddie inspected his handy work. ”Three days. Let’s say 6.30pm. Hopefully we won’t be on call but if we are we’ll take care of it when we get back to the station and everything has calmed down”

Whimpering, Buck brought his hands up to his face and pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes. Eddie shuffled up on the bed, took his t-shirt off and patted the bed. ”Come lie down baby” he said and held out his hand for Buck. ”Good boy” he said softly as Buck took his hand and crawled up on the bed and lied down with his head on Eddie’s arm. Shuffling around a bit, Eddie had about half his body on top of Buck, his foot between Buck’s and his face close to Buck’s.

”Shhh, you’re okay, I’ve got you” Eddie whispered calmly as Buck whimpered and squirmed. ”Calm down, baby” he whispered and reached up to grip the back of Buck’s neck. He gave it a squeeze before just holding it in a slight grip. Not too hard but not too soft. ”Close your eyes, focus on your breathing, the touch of my hand and the weight of my body on yours” Eddie whispered as he looked at Buck.

Eddie watched as Buck took a shaky breath and blink a few times before he let his eyes stay closed. ”Good boy, that’s it, just relax” Eddie said as he tightened his hold on Buck and pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips. As he continued to whisper his praise for Buck, Buck finally relaxed and slowly his breath evened out as he fell asleep. Getting comfortable, Eddie closed his eyes to try and get some sleep too.

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Looking up as the bell rung, Buck quickly shoved the last piece of brownie into his mouth and put the glass of milk down on the table before following Chimney, Hen, Eddie and the rest of the crew down the stairs and into the firetruck. Getting into the seat next to Eddie he put his headset on and smiled. As they started driving, Buck stared outside.

Sniffling, he reached up and wiped his nose before looking at his hands confused. ”Wow, guys, I think my allergies are blowing up. Maybe they’re advancing” he mused and turned to look at Eddie. ”Did you look at the pollen prediction today? When I checked it said there wasn’t a lot of pollen but I feel like there’s a lot of pollen” Buck said and rubbed his eyes before squinting. ”Are you guys not feeling this? I can like see the pollen!” Buck said amazed as he looked outside.

Chim and Eddie looked at each other confused. ”You okay?” Eddie as he looked at him. Buck nodded and smiled widely.

Jumping down from the steps on the truck, Buck chuckled as he thought of how nice it felt to be sitting next to Eddie. Eddie was wonderful. And so handsome. Smiling as he grabbed the bag of equipment, he hummed happily as he pulled out a pair of gloves and rolled them on as he followed the others into the building.

Spotting Athena arresting a woman, Buck looked around frowning. There was so much colour and so much noise. He took a quick step so he was closer to Eddie. His frown deepened as the crew stopped and he looked down. ”Uh oh” he whispered and raised his hands to his chest. His eyes widened as he saw Chim and Eddie walk away, he was all alone and in danger now. Gulping, Buck looked at the colors in front of him and tried to analyze it all. Gasping, he stood up straight and grasped his bag as he leaned back a bit to try and protect himself.

”Did these beauty queens shrink or are we suddenly giants?” He asked confused and turned to look at Hen that was supposed to be beside him. Stumbling around in a circle as Hen was gone, Buck turned his terrified gaze back to the little humans.

”I think he means you guys!” Athena said appearing out of no where again, the woman she’d been arresting was gone. Buck looked at her wide eyed. ”Hi Athena! These are the tiniest little ladies I’ve ever seen. Teeny tiny!” He said and held up his fingers to show her how small they were. ”Excuse me?” Athena asked. ”So tiny” he whispered and looked down at them again.

”Henrietta!” Athena shouted making Buck jump slightly. ”Thena!” Hen shouted happily and stepped over. She gasped. ”Oh you smell like love” She said softly and closed her eyes as she sniffed the air. Buck wrinkled his nose, he couldn’t smell anything. Was his nose broken? ”Chimney! Eddie! I need you guys over here!” Athena shouted as she looked back at them.

Turning around, Buck grabbed the balloon and gave it a sniff. No, his nose wasn’t broken, he could smell the balloon just fine. Obviously it was Hen’s nose that was broken. Giggling as he punched the balloon and watched it bounce into the other balloon his mouth opened and stared at it fixated. They were so pretty.

”Guys, look at me! You know where you are?” Chimney asked sharply causing Buck to turn around quickly, tangling himself up in the balloons. ”Im stuck” he pouted and tried to break free from the balloons. ”Help!” He shouted as he headed a balloon and it came right back and attacked him. He could hear Hen crying and he would help but he was busy fighting his own war.

”Hey, hey, hey” Buck looked up and stopped punching balloons as he heard Eddie speak. ”M stuck” Buck whined and looked at Eddie sadly. ”I’m going to get you out okay? How are you feeling?” Eddie asked as he started to untangle Buck from the string of balloons. ”I feel stuck! Thats what I feel!” Buck snapped and grunted as he punched one of the ballots hard.

”Enough! Stop moving and calm down” Eddie said firmly. Buck immediately stopped moving and looked at Eddie wide eyed. Getting Buck free, he led him over to the entrance and away from the public next to where Hen, Chimney and Athena were. ”Guys, we have to put these on you okay? Its for yours and everyone else protection” Athena said as she reached for her handcuffs.

”I don’t want to go to jail, I haven’t done anything” Buck sniffled as Athena brought his hands behind his back and cuffed him. ”Please, I don’t want to go” He cried and hung his head sadly. ”You’re not going to jail, Buckaroo. We just need to take you to the hospital to get you checked out and find out what you guys have been dosed with” Athena said as she borrowed the handcuffs of another officer and cuffed Hen as well.

As Athena grabbed his arm, Buck whimpered. ”No, no, no, Eddie please, don’t let her take me, please!” Buck cried and tugged himself free from Athena’s grip and leaned against Eddie. Eddie took a deep breath and sighed at the confused looks his coworkers, minus Hen, was sending him. ”Can’t we drive them? We’ve been taken offline anyway” Eddie suggested as he patted Buck on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Athena looked at Chimney who shrugged. ”I mean he’s right” he said. ”Sure. Go on, drive them to the hospital, I’ll radio it in” Athena said and handed Chimney the keys for the handcuffs.

Getting Hen secured at the head of the ambulance, Eddie put Buck next to him before giving Chim the ready to go signal. ”You guys feeling okay still?” Eddie asked as he glanced at the two. Hen gave him a happy grin and a nod. ”So good” she replied. ”I want you to hold me” Buck mumbled and pouted as he pressed as close he could to Eddie. Hen chuckled as Eddie brought his hand around Buck’s shoulder. ”How long?” She asked as Buck closed his eyes and leaned into Eddie’s hold. ”How long what?” Eddie asked and looked at her. ”How long have you been dating?” She clarified with a smug happy grin. Eddie chuckled and looked down at Buck. He was silent for a moment. ”Five months” he replied and looked up at Hen who gasped. ”Chimney! They’ve been dating for five months!” She shouted excited. ”Wait, wait, wait, what?” Chimney shouted back. ”I think you’re math sucks, you’ve only been on the job for four months” Chim replied and glanced in the rear view mirror.

Eddie chuckled and shrugged. ”Your math is correct but so is mine” He said. ”I have so many questions right now!” Chimney said as he pulled up to the hospital. Eddie laughed some more. Hen was just sitting there blinking. ”We’re here” Chim said as he turned off the engine and got out of the car.

An hour and a half later Hen had been picked up by Karen, Chim had driven back to the station with the ambulance and Eddie was riding in a taxi with Buck. The man was more awake now. ”Is Christopher home?” Buck asked as he rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been. ”No, he’s with Shannon remember” Eddie said as he looked at Buck. ”Awwww, but I want to see him” Buck whined and pouted. Eddie chuckled. ”He’s coming over on Friday and he’ll be over for two weeks then, you can see him then” Buck still pouted but it was a tiny bit smaller.

”Do you think there’s someone at the station who doesn’t know we’re dating by now?” Buck mused as he grabbed Eddie’s hand and stroked it. Eddie chuckled at Buck’s actions before shaking his head. ”No I’m sure Hen and Chim have been able to tell or text everyone by now. You okay with that?” Eddie asked. Buck grinned as he nodded. ”Mhmm cause I love you and now they know it. And they found out by you taking care of me so that’s the best way cause you’re always taking care of me and making sure I’m good” Buck rambled. Eddie was about to respond when Buck suddenly gasped and sat up.

”We have ice cream sandwiches in the freezer! Can I have one?! Please!! Pretty please!” Buck begged as he looked at Eddie wide eyed and pleading. Eddie groaned silently before nodding. ”Yeah, you can have one” He replied and shook his head. The munchies was kicking in then. He glanced at his watch. Only 2-3 hours before the worst of it should be over. Looking over at Buck who was doing a happy dance singing about ice cream sandwiches, he hoped the hours would go by quickly.

”Oh and Sir! Its passed 6.30pm” Buck grinned and patted his crotch. ”I can be free” he shouted, switching his song from ice cream to cock cages. ”Oh god” Eddie groaned. He made sure to tip the taxi driver well before ushering Buck inside.

#Buddie #Eddie Diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 on fox #masterlist #Under Pressure The Sequel

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yamayamawrites · 5 years ago

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The Way You Said “I Love You” - #1

Hi friends! A while ago I reblogged a prompt list from mottainaiiii (find the original post here!) with ways to say “I love you”. Now, a very ridiculous amount of time later, I plan on actually writing one-shots (or maybe a fic? Not sure if I want them to overlap) to go with each of these.

I’m also posting these to my AO3 page, which you can find here! I really miss writing and it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve posted anything, so to get myself back into it I figured I’d start with prompts that I reblogged literally years ago.

Anyways, enough from me! Here’s the first chapter!

Chapter 1: As a Hello

Marinette and Adrien had been dancing around an important topic for weeks now. That important topic was feelings. Specifically, how they felt about each other. Because after that night at Alya’s, they certainly weren’t just the close friends they thought they were.

After high school, Marinette and Adrien found themselves attending the same university – both on a scholarship that was too good to pass up. Despite how insistent Adrien’s father was on paying for Adrien to go to the best university France had to offer, Adrien continually told him that he wanted to make his way through university without financial help. That didn’t stop Adrien’s father from paying Adrien’s monthly rent at his apartment, but luckily it stopped him from interfering anywhere else.

Nino wasn’t going to university. In his last year of high school, his music career took off when one of his songs played on Paris’s most popular radio station. He moved closer to the coast and out of the city of Paris, and Alya followed him. She attended classes online while she worked full-time as an intern at a journalism company.

This is all to say that the four best friends they’d come to be during their last year of high school had split up, and by the end of their first semester of university, there was a certain pain of something missing that drew them back together.

Marinette had stopped Adrien one day on campus walking out of a different classroom than her. “Hey!” she chirped and, noticing the dark bags under his eyes, assumed he’d just left his last final exam. “Uh, you alright?”

Adrien laughed in response, a bit dazed. “Oh, yeah. Doin’ great. I got a whole hour of sleep last night!”

Marinette laughed back, gently touching his arm. The way friends did. “Well, I’m sure you could use the rest. I was stopping you to…” she tried to recall why she’d stopped him, actually. “Oh! Oh yeah! Alya called last night and invited me out to her and Nino’s apartment for a bit during the break. She told me to ask you – she doesn’t have your number.”

Now that was a lie, Marinette well knew. Alya had everyone’s number. Alya still insisted on trying to set the couple up together, despite both of them believing they were better off as close friends. They seemed to be the only two who believed that to be true.

Adrien leaned in towards her, the way friends do. “Oh, that sounds great! I’ll drive?”

“Well, since you offered,” Marinette giggled. Adrien enjoyed giving Marinette rides when they went out of town together – which for some reason happened quite often now that Adrien had no photo shoots to worry about and Marinette worked mostly remote. “Pick me up after you take a nap, handsome,” she teased and ruffled his hair, the way friends do.

“’Course. I’ll call you before I leave?” he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, the way friends do.

“You better!” Marinette said as she turned around, smiling her entire walk back to her bike.

The entire drive there, Marinette and Adrien listened to the pop music station, counting how many times Nino’s music came on.

“God, I just can’t believe how famous he got so quickly,” Adrien sighed. “I’m so proud of him.”

Marinette smiled. Adrien genuinely cared for every person in his life, she learned. Even when Chloe first appeared on television, despite Adrien’s annoyance with her, he called her and congratulated her. It made Marinette appreciate the people in her life more.

Adrien began singing along to one of Nino’s songs, quietly at first, then building confidence as Marinette sang with him. Before long, the two were bellowing the song as loudly as they could, laughing at each other’s expressiveness.

They arrived to Nino’s and Alya’s apartment late that evening, and perhaps it was the relief of getting to fully rest after finals week that made Adrien and Marinette so nonchalant about the fact that the third bedroom in the apartment didn’t have a bed for one of them to take. Neither Adrien nor Marinette would offer themselves to take the couch (which was notoriously uncomfortable), and as a result, they slept together in the guest room.

The following morning Marinette woke up first, and the embarrassment of actually sleeping with Adrien set in. She cringed at her stubbornness the night before and quietly grabbed her clothes. She changed in the bathroom and met Alya in the kitchen. Alya smirked her knowing smirk, her mind already swirling with theories of what had happened the night before.

“Shut up,” Marinette groaned before Alya could even open her mouth. Alya just laughed in response and passed her a mug of coffee.

Adrien and Marinette ended up staying for about a week. Alya and Nino announced that they were having a Christmas party the night before Adrien and Marinette were planning on leaving. That excited Marinette; she hadn’t gotten the chance to meet all of the quirky people Alya worked with, but she practically knew their life stories considering how often Alya called to gossip about them. There was Monique, who had too many cats; Adeline and Thomas were in some sort of “on again off again” relationship; and her personal favorite that Marinette desperately hoped to meet was Cindy, who apparently did something crazy every single weekend. Last week, in honor of Christmas coming up, she dyed half her hair white and the other half red.

The group spent most of that Saturday decorating the apartment with cheesy Christmas decorations Nino had bought on sale some time ago. Marinette helped Alya bake cookies for the party, and Adrien and Nino made a quick snack run to prepare.

The party itself was relatively small. Sadly Marinette didn’t get to meet Cindy; she texted Alya just an hour before and said that she was going to Ireland on a surprise trip with her boyfriend. She did, however, meet Thomas and Adeline, who were apparently “off again” that day, because they refused to speak to each other. About halfway through the party, they seemed to be “on again” because they excused themselves to the bedroom to talk for a while.

Marinette didn’t hear any talking, but that wasn’t her business.

Nino had a couple friends come over as well. A few lesser-known musicians, mostly, who Marinette might have been able to recognize one song by. The group of them mostly sat around the living room – Adrien’s arm draped around Marinette’s shoulders, and Marinette leaning into him, like friends do – and played Cards Against Humanity. Each of them had a drink in hand (Marinette didn’t know when Alya got so good at mixing drinks, but she didn’t question it).

Thomas and Adeline left first, followed by a few of Nino’s friends and Monique (who said she had to go feed her cats). Alya and Nino were cleaning something up in the kitchen, and Adrien and Marinette were chatting nonchalantly on the couch, his arm still around her. Sitting in a chair across the room was the last of Nino’s friends (maybe his name was Peter? Marinette couldn’t remember), who was putting the cards back into the box. Finally, he looked up at them and said, “You two are really cute. How long have you been together?”

Adrien’s first instinct was to laugh, and Marinette’s was to push herself away from Adrien’s side. “We’re not dating,” they said in unison, Marinette sounding frightened and Adrien amused.

“Wow, really? Exes?”

“Uh, no,” Marinette squeaked out.

“Huh,” he shrugged. “Well, whatever you’ve got, I wish I had it.” He finished packing up the box. “Merry Christmas. Nice to meet you two.”

“Nice to meet you,” they responded, again in unison, and he went into the kitchen to say goodbye to Nino.

Adrien returned his attention to Marinette. “Do you think he’s got a point?” he asked thoughtfully.

“A-about what?”

“We’d make a really hot couple,” he teased, poking at her side. She laughed, a bit nervously, standing up and turning away.

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help,” she said, walking out of the room.

Later that night, Marinette offered to sleep on the couch.

The car ride home the next morning was quiet. Neither of them sang along to the music, they simply put on Nino’s Christmas album and listened. At one point Adrien tried to ask if Marinette was okay, but she just squeaked and nodded quickly. He knew her well enough to know that everything was not okay, but he was oblivious that he might be causing it.

Marinette had been up all night thinking about how she truly felt about Adrien. Sure, she’d had a massive crush on him, but she strongly believed that she’d grown out of it. Plus, did they really look like a couple? Friends were close with each other, right? They enjoyed sitting close to each other, and calling each other “handsome” and “beautiful”, and jokingly holding hands, and sleeping in the same bed – like friends do, right?

She buried her face in her hands. Not like friends do. Like boyfriends and girlfriends do.

Adrien dropped her off in front of her apartment, offering to walk her upstairs, but she shook her head and excused herself, saying she felt sick. He once again offered to walk her up, as that was more of a reason to walk her upstairs, but still she declined.

He texted her Christmas morning to wish her a ‘Merry Christmas, beautiful!’ and she responded with ‘Merry Christmas!’

Other than that, they did not talk. And it drove Marinette crazy.

The first day of winter semester, she texted Adrien and asked to meet him at the campus café after class. He agreed, and she made the decision that she couldn’t take the way she felt. Adrien needed to know.

She would just spit it out. Then, she wouldn’t have to think of what to say. Just… “I love you.” That’s all it took. She could do it.

She couldn’t do it. Adrien had already gotten her a caramel coffee, she could see it sitting on the table in front of him, and she couldn’t take how sweet he was. Did she really want to risk everything just so he knew how she felt?

Her inner battle to decide what to do continued even as she sat down at the table. Adrien smiled over at her. “Hey, how was your first class?”

“I love you,” she said, a bit more aggressively than she meant to.

“I,” Adrien’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, I love you too? You’re like my best friend—”

“No, Adrien,” she shook her head. Her cheeks were warm and she could tell her face was nearly as red as her shirt. “I love you. I love being close to you, and calling each other pet names, and – I just, I’m in love with you.”

“I…” Adrien, for the first time, stumbled over his words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, I just needed to say that to you—”

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

The words hung in the air for a moment. Marinette blinked. Adrien blinked back. Both seemed a bit shocked by the words that had come out of Adrien’s mouth. Finally, Marinette processed what he’d said. “I…you…huh?”

“Well, I love all of that stuff too. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t turned down like, a hundred girls because I didn’t want to lose time with you,” he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Marinette laughed, then, surprising both of them. “Oh my gosh,” she buried her face in her hands. “We’re idiots. Have we just been dating this whole time?”

Adrien laughed back. “Uh, maybe?”

“Do you want to go on a proper date, then?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

#adrinette #miraculous ladybug #tumblr prompt #ao3 #marinette x adrien #adrien agreste #marinette cheng

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iwillbeinmynest · 5 years ago

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f) Chapter 13

Authors Notes: If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 2k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

Master List

After the prospects arrived, Steve drilled them about various security duties. Three boys, no older than twenty-three, were stationed on the front porch and driveway and two more inside. The men inside with Y/N were older. One of them, Frank, looked as tough as nails and the other, Pietro, was younger but had a fire in his eyes that gave Y/N an odd sense of security. Who was she kidding, they all did. There was no denying the respect and loyalty they all had for Steve and she knew she was in good hands.

Y/N kissed Steve good-bye and was almost relieved when he finally rode off. "At least, now, he won't be pacing trails in my carpet." She tried to smile at Frank as he escorted her back inside.

"He isn't really the sit till type, Ma'am." He smirked.

"No, he isn't." She needed to work before she thought too much about what he'd gone out to do. "You boys want some sweet tea or anything?"

Pietro shook his head with a smile.

"No, Ma'am. Don't worry over us. You do whatever you want to. We'll be here if you need us." Frank nodded.

Y/N gave them a smile and headed to her office.

She kept busy in her office for hours and her work did exactly what she needed it to. She was perfectly distracted, until her stomach rumbled. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was nearly eleven p.m.

"No wonder." She mumbled to herself. It explained why her eyes seemed to be crossing a little.

She went down the hall towards the kitchen. She saw Pietro watching t.v. while Frank's attention was drawn to the window as he peered through the blinds. Y/N ignored them and began to make enough pasta for all the prospects and herself. Bum arm or not, cooking was relaxing and she could use some of that.

She didn't get farther than putting the water on the stove when a shuffling of feet caught her attention.

She looked into the living room to see both Frank and Pietro at the door. Frank was already halfway out and Pietro looked back at Y/N. He held a hand up, signaling her to stay put.

Y/N didn't really know them from Adam but she obeyed for Steve's sake. Then, she heard a familiar voice.

"And just who do you think you are?!" The attitude was as thick as her slightly northern accent. Y/N new that voice anywhere and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't matter who I am, this ain't a good time, Miss." Frank tried to be polite but even Y/N could hear him about to lose his temper.

"Y/N is my friend and now is as good a time as any!" Mandie argued.

Y/N pushed past Pietro and put a hand on Frank's shoulder to catch his attention. "Mandie, what are you doing here so late?"

"Well, I- Y/N! What happened to you?!" Mandie finally got a look at her face and was shocked to see her so beat up.

Y/N bit her lip and reached out for Mandie's hand, tugging her in. She looked at Frank, who looked like he was about to physically remove Mandie from the property. "She can come in, it's fine."

"Steve said no visitors." He countered, his brows full of conflict. He wanted to follow what Steve said but Y/N was Steve's girl.

"If he has a problem, he can talk to me about it later." She reassured him. "Come on, Mandie. I was just about to make dinner."

Mandie sat at the island bar while Y/N cooked and told her all about the accident she'd been in that morning.

"Gracious, Y/N." Mandie shook her head when Y/N finished. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

Y/N waved it off. "I'll be fine if I don't think about it. You sure you're not hungry? I made enough for a biker gang." She joked.

"Really, I'm fine. Speaking of bikers, how long are all these men staying here? This is a southern town and people will talk, ya know."

Y/N was a little put off by what Mandie was implying. "I'm not sleeping with them and really it's no ones business who I invite over. And furthermore, people talking is kind of the point."

Mandie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The accident wasn't an accident. Someone planned it. That's why all these bikers are here watching over the house."

"How long will they be here?"

Y/N shrugged. "As long as they're needed probably."

"I'm so sorry." Mandie hung her head for a moment before looking up at Y/N with regretful eyes.

"For what?" Y/N didn't know where this sudden turn in Mandie's emotions came from.

"If I hadn't taken you to that biker bar, none of this would have happened. Your life could have gone on as usual and now look at you. Stuck in this house like a hostage by a bunch of dirty bikers." Mandie practically spit the last words out of her mouth like they were poison.

Y/N frowned and inhaled to defend them when the front door opened and she recognized the distinct gait of heavy boots.

Steve walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see Mandie at the island. "What are you doing here?" He asked her impulsively.

"I was coming to find out why my best friend hadn't been talking to me only to discover she’s been beaten up by your friends." She grumbled.

"Mandie, stop." Y/N leaned back, subconsciously distancing herself from Mandie. "Not all bikers are friends and Steve has done nothing but help me from the moment I met him."

Steve took a quick breath before finishing his walk to Y/N. He gave her a short kiss and then looked suspiciously at Mandie.

When Mandie practically undressed Steve with her eyes, he snaked an arm around Y/N.

"I'm going to send the boys home then grab a shower. You good here or should I keep Frank around?" Steve asked his best girl.

Y/N shook her head. "Send them home. They can take this pasta with them, though. I didn't get a chance to feed any of them yet."

Momentarily forgetting about Mandie, Steve was filled with pride that his girl was gonna feed the guys. That's something old ladies do. He kissed her a little harder this time. "Love you."

Y/N flushed red at the PDA but replied, "I love you, too. Go," She pushed him back slightly with a chuckle. "Send them home and shower. You smell like the road."

Steve smirked as he walked backwards out of the kitchen. "I thought you liked when I smell like the road? Never heard you complain before." It reassured Steve to see her smiling and teasing him. Made him feel a little better about leaving her earlier to go to the club.

"Go!" She shooed him away, still flushing from his implication.

When Y/N looked back to Mandie her chuckle faded. Mandie looked like she was about to explode. "What's wrong?" Y/N asked.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Mandie’s voice was hushed but angry. "You love him? He's a biker! The only thing he loves is the club! And what, he's living here, too?"

"Yeah, but he's protecting me. Why are you-"

"You're so stupid! He's only here to sleep with you. Once he gets that he'll bail and you know it. You're fooling yourself if you believe that he loves you. This is just because you've been in a dry spell since Danny. Shame on you for forgetting about him!"

"Mandie, stop it! What is wrong with you?!" Y/N's voice had gotten loud enough that Frank stepped in.

"Everything okay in here?" He asked with tense shoulders.

Mandie inhaled to speak but Y/N cut her off. "Everything is fine." She said with a hurt look at Mandie. "She was just leaving. Please make sure she gets to her car."

Mandie's jaw dropped. "Wow, kicking me out. Some friend you are. I was just trying to help you."

"Goodnight, Mandie." Was Y/N's only reply.

Mandie scoffed before snatching her purse from the counter top and all but stomping to the door and down the porch steps. She got in her car with a slammed door and she hurried back out of the driveway and down the street.

"Quite a piece of work, that one." Frank growled when he came back inside. "You'll have to excuse my evesdroppin' but I didn’t like a thing she said to you." When Y/N looked a little surprised to hear he'd been listening, he clarified, "VP's orders."

Y/N nodded and leaned on the back of the couch, running her hands over her face with a sigh. "Yeah, well, she's always been a fair-weathered friend. I just don't know what got into her all of a sudden."

Frank shook his head. "Don't know but I get a funny feelin' about her."

"I know." Y/N sighed. "Well, now that she's gone you boys can head home, too."

"Maybe we should wait until VP is outta the shower." Pietro suggested.

"No," She offered a tired smile. "Y'all go home. I'm sure he won't be in there long."

Frank and Pietro shifted their weight but conceded. Frank made her set the alarm behind them and she could tell he listened for the beeps from the other side of the door, which made her chuckle and call out another 'good-night', which he returned. She peeked through the blinds and watched all five bikes ride off.

Y/N went into the kitchen and swore under her breath. She'd forgotten to send the pasta back with them. Oh, well.

After she'd cleaned up, she could hear Steve using the blow dryer. She needed the trash to be taken out as it had started to smell from who knows what. She thought about waiting for Steve to do it but when she got another whiff of something rancid, she couldn't take it.

She tied up the bag and hurried out the front door to take it to the outside bins. She groaned to see that the bin had already been taken out to the curb. With the bag at arm's length, she walked down her driveway and tossed it quickly into the bin.

Y/N grinned at herself. This was the most mundane thing to happen to her in a while and it was ridiculous how much it entertained her.

The sound of a bike heading toward her gave her pause. Had Frank or one of the boys forgotten something?

She slowly backed up to give whoever it was room to pull into the driveway but when the biker drove slowly past, Y/N's blood ran cold.

He wore a black bandanna across his nose and mouth and sunglasses to cover his eyes, despite the fact that it was nearly midnight. He wore a long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that showed off his ink. On his forearm was a cassette tape and a blue skull with a red mohawk.

Frozen in place, Y/N couldn't breathe. A flash of the accident. Pain in her chest.

A rev of the biker's engine and he sped off.

Y/N ran back inside and when she opened the door she collided with Steve. He kept her from falling and she buried herself against him as she started crying.

"What are you doing outside?!" He yelled. He was more scared than angry but it didn't sound that way.

"He- He- That man- it wasn't Frank. I thought it was- his tattoos. I think he was- from the accident-"

Steve moved Y/N out if his way and set the alarm before shutting the door behind him. He could still hear the distant rumble of a chopper. He hopped on his bike and took off, following the sound.

Y/N grabbed her phone and a knife from the kitchen before locking herself in her room. She dialed for Nat and silently begged that she would pick up.

"Hey, you."

"Nat! Please send someone! TheguyfromthecrashwashereandStevetookoffafterhimandimalone-"

Nat cursed. "Whoa! Y/N, slow down! Where are you?"

Y/N tried to slow her breathing and stop crying so she could be understood. "In my room. Steve took off after him. I'm alone, here." A sob ripped through her.

"After who?"

"The biker from the crash."

Nat cursed again. "Stay where you are. We're coming. Don't leave your room!"

"Okay," Y/N's voice was a little calmer now. "Okay."

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years ago

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

A Royal Romance Multiple AU fanfic

What is it like for the virtual characters when the worst that can happen is not all it seems?

Word Count 124

A/N You really need to read the previous chapter - and a whole load of other stuff. If you just read this on its own it probably won’t make a lot of sense.

Warning - just a little smutty, not much, no under 18s please

Many thanks to @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore whose fic ‘Snatched’ inspired this work and the previous one. She has read and approved both pieces - thankyou darling xx

Termination Part 2

The next day in the evening I checked in again. Bastien answered

‘Hi Les, he’s sleeping right now but come over, it’s about time he woke up’

‘Okay, let’s hope the journey isn’t as rough this time’ Bastien grinned apologetically

‘No promises, but practice makes perfect’ I closed my eyes and touched my hand to his on the screen. It was a little smoother but still unpleasant. Still, that meant I had a good excuse to lean into the handsome guards’ arms and linger for a moment. I smiled up at him, and he arched his eyebrows. We stood in the cabin in front of the fireplace, a warm log fire on the go.

‘It’s good to see you again’ he said ‘I’m waiting for the next chapter you know’ he winked ‘can you give me a teaser?’ I gazed at him – his handsome profile, his dark hair neatly pushed back, his freshly laundered shirt and immaculately pressed suit. Reluctantly I drew myself away. Drake needed me, and I’d never do anything to hurt him. Bastien was too utterly perfect, I could perhaps hold on to him for a short while, but I’d exhaust myself living up to him. With Drake I could be myself, be comfortable.

‘I – uh, you know I could swear you were trying to lead the storyline. Sophia definitely was, I tried to write something fluffy but…’ I sighed and inclined my head ‘She’s a determined woman, and absolutely besotted with you’ Bastien laughed

‘Thankyou for building up my reputation, and for writing such a wonderful companion’ he said ‘I look forward to playing the next scene, whenever it comes out’ I pulled myself together.

‘Okay, I’d better go up and see him. Has he eaten or drunk anything?’

‘Nothing to eat since you were here, but he’s had plenty of water. When you come down I’ll make something – you can take coffee up though, I just made some.’ He went into the kitchen and reappeared with two cups, and I carried them out into the corridor and onwards to the door of Drake’s room. Putting one down, I knocked softly and opened the door. The curtains were drawn shut and I heard him stir in the darkness. He switched on the light and sat up, blinking.

‘Les!’ he said ‘come on in – can I smell coffee?’

‘Mmm hmm – Bas said he’ll make something to eat if we go through to the lounge. Drake rubbed his eyes and I sat on a chair with my cup after setting his in the bedside table. He was bare chested and my heart lurched a little at the sight.

‘Why don’t you join me?’ he asked ‘I promise not to take advantage of you’

‘Well then what’s the point?’ I joked, glad he was feeling more himself. He grinned

‘Seriously, come and cuddle’ He threw the bedclothes back and I saw he was wearing boxer shorts. I felt stupidly shy, but I took my shoes off, went over and climbed in next to him. It felt heavenly as he drew me close and pulled the duvet up over us. He smelled of pine smoke and leather, and his bare skin was warm. I couldn’t recall ever feeling so safe and happy as I snuggled into him.

‘How are you feeling?’ I asked

‘Better for you being here’ he said, and suddenly caught his breath ‘You’d better brace yourself, another chapter just came out.’

‘Oh, I can’t read it from here. Do you feel it?’

‘I can ignore it but I still get the feedback’ he replied ‘I think – just stay with me, please’ His arm around me tightened and I listened to his breath. It was unsteady, as if he was trying not to cry. ‘She – it’s a scene by the – my – graveside’ he said unsteadily ‘I’m not there obviously, but I can still feel it because she’s talking about me, talking to me… it’s very touching – but rough.’

He let go of me suddenly and drew away from me, curling into a ball. I crouched over him, holding him as he shuddered. ‘It’s over’ he said blankly, and again a tear squeezed out of his eye.

‘It’s okay, you’re here, I’m here. I’ve talked to her, she doesn’t like hurting you’

‘But why?’ she said, his voice cracking ‘why?’

‘I can’t tell you’ I said sadly ‘and she doesn’t know why either’ He drew a long breath and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly. We sat in silence for a while, and suddenly I felt him twitch.

‘Hold on – there’s something else.’ He lifted his head ‘he – I – he’s back – he’s – uh it’s weird’ he sat up. ‘It was – it was something that was going to happen, but now it’s not.’ I sat back, looking at him, watching his face changing, clearing.‘I’m back. He’s alive’ he started to laugh ‘They’re changing the future and – and he doesn’t die. He – I’m alive!’

‘Wow’ I said ‘Oh my god. Will that happen every time it gets read?’

‘No, it’s just more intense the first time. It’s more like acting after the first time.’ He beamed ‘Wow, well that was a turn of events.’ He shook his head ‘That was a rollercoaster’ He turned to me, taking my face in his hands and kissed me full on the lips, enthusiastically. I looked back at him, a little shocked. It wasn’t our first kiss, but…

‘Drake…’ his expression changed – it was serious, tender. He kissed me again, softly, and I melted into it. It was soft and short and sweet, and he repeated it, little kisses that started to roam across my face to my cheek, my neck, and I let my head drop back, sighing with bliss. He stopped and looked at me again, hands holding my face.

‘Is this okay?’ he asked ‘I want to…’

‘I know’ I whispered ‘So do I’ He nodded, and our lips met again, this time with his hands going to the hem of my tshirt, lifting it up and I struggled out of it, lips parting only long enough to take it over my head…

Dear reader, I do find myself writing more smut than I ever thought I was capable of. You will forgive me if I gloss over what happened next, because – well, that’s me in bed with Drake Walker. I could write the most sublime mind blowing scene I’m capable of – but I don’t feel I should. Of course I want it to be perfect, but it feels – personal, private, and effectively I’m also (virtually) cheating on my SO. Let’s just say that it wasn’t the most perfect moment ever, but it was pretty damn close, and maybe it was because of the release of emotion from what he’d just been through – and me too if I’m honest.

Let’s just say (after suspending disbelief) that we both enjoyed it, without guilt or shame, that there were a few fumbles and hiccups along the way – just like it really is. I’m no sex goddess and maybe Drake isn’t a sex god, but as he’s virtual, we can make him any way we like. And I’d like him to be funny and sweet and gentle, passionate and loyal and considerate. And slightly imperfect, because perfection is not achievable IRL. Because when you’ve done something perfect, what next? It doesn’t mean we should stop striving for perfection – for me the journey is just as important as the goal – and the goal may change…

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 24

Read Ch. 23 | Masterlist

Hope everyone had a good holiday season and a great New Year! The next few chapters will be posted sporadically. I need to concentrate on finding a new job the next few months.

As fun as it is to write “Blink!”, I’ve been finding the lack of motivation to post since it’s not getting much reads. This was to be expected considering it’s not a reader insert and it takes place in S4.

The grandiose ball room was brightly lit with a crystal chandelier at the center, with decorative sconces symmetrically placed on every wall that wasn’t a full on window with breathtaking views of the Tokyo nightscape. Waiters dressed in white jackets and black vests served glasses of champagne, cocktail and hors d'oeuvres to the self-important adults chatting away incessantly with some top tier heroes and other ambassadors. A live 3-piece jazz band could be heard playing to give the party some ambiance. Ren spotted her mom talking with Aizawa and two other unknown faces.

“I guess I should go say hi,” Ren sighed. “Let’s meet back at this spot in an hour, then we dip. I really want that ramen.”

“It’s a plan.” Seri gave her a thumbs up and all the luck, watching her friend walk off.

“Kubo-senpai...” Todoroki softly called. “About what we were talking about before...”

She looked up at the red and white haired boy, her gaze falling more on the cautious side.

“While it’s true I need to sort out how I feel about Ren-senpai, please know I intend to be honest and the last thing I want to do is hurt her in any way. And… I really do care about her. It’s not much, but that’s the most reassurance I can give you at this time.”

Seri softened her expression at Todoroki and sighed, closing her eyes in understanding. “You two really are alike. She’s doing the same with you.”

“Is… she?”

Seri watched Ren’s side profile in the group of adults, looking attentive to their conversation. “So, does she know your story?”

“The timing was never there,” Todoroki said. “But I get the feeling she knows some parts already based on what I could tell her.”

“It should come from you, not from her assumptions.”

“Seri. There you are,” a man’s deep voice called, making her let out a soft, tired breath from her lips.

“The shackles are here in the form of my father,” the owl-faced girl lamented. “See you in an hour, Todoroki-kun.”

And then there was one.

Casually walking around, he grabbed an hors d'oeuvre from a moving platter and took a small bite, immediately grimacing at the sudden taste of freezer burn. Quickly finding a napkin, he vacated the vile item from his mouth onto it and balled it up in his fist. He now understood why both his upperclassmen were looking forward to ramen. Looking around the room, he recognized a few heroes, even though they weren’t in costume.

Was this what being a pro hero is?

Rubbing elbows with powerful people who do nothing but desk work and mindless chatter?

No wonder his father didn’t like coming to these events.

Having other important government people and heroes approach him in the span of half an hour, he politely excused himself and made his way out to the restroom to center himself.

He is representing Endeavor, the number one hero of Japan, after all; he’ll have to be at these events again when he’s older. As annoyed as he was to be here, at least he’s able to get some form of experience from this. Plus, the company helped.

After a series of extremely mind-numbing adult conversations about the current state of government policies on heroes and such, Ren was able to recuse herself to get some air. The moment the door gently slammed shut, she walked a few steps and let out a huge breath while taking off her draped blazer and slid down the wall.

Were she to do this for another second, she’d literally suffocate. She was mentally reminding herself she’s doing this for the ramen

And it was damn well worth it.

“Senpai?”

She looked up to see Todoroki.

“Are you okay?”

“Just taking a breather.” She patted the carpeted floor to get him to sit next to her, to which he did. “How are you doing?”

“The food is horrible and these shoes pinch my toes,” the bi-colored haired boy groaned out.

“Tell me about it.” She lifted her right foot up to show her 3-inch pumps.

The two chuckled listlessly and sighed, letting the serene silence sit. The two closed their eyes.

“Ren-senpai?” “Hm?”

“If you’re not too tired tonight, do you have some time… to talk?”

Ren slowly opened her eyes to turn her head to Todoroki, who still has his closed.

“Um… sure.”

A short beat soon after, he slowly stood back up and patted his backside off from any possible dirt from the carpet.

“I guess we should head back in.”

“Do we have to?” she whined and slowly made moves to stand. The duo-quirk wielding boy held his hand out for her to grab for support, to which she accepted.

“Unfortunately, yes. They’ll notice we’re missing.”

Standing back up with a short grunt and feeling the pressure on the balls of her feet, she dusted herself off before thanking him. As they turned to go back in, a deep voice called out to Ren.

“Shit...” she mumbled out and furrowed her brows with drooped shoulders before turning to meet three tall and sharply dressed boys who looked older than her.

“You know them?”

“That’s… one way of putting it.”

“Thought that fine ass was you, Takahiro,” the boy with messy black hair and glasses arrogantly belted out and looked her up and down with lecherous desire. “Damn, you filled out nicely.”

“And hello to you too, Edogawa,” the pink haired girl greeted in a terse, monotone voice.

Behind him stood two more boys; one was tall and boxy with his brown hair done up in a pompadour, the other a slender build with his blue hair in a swooping quiff. They were all wearing expensively tailored black suits with their own accessories. “Goto, Hattori. You two look well.”

Hate is often a very strong word she would never use other than on Chisaki Kai; but she hated these three boys with a passion.

Edogawa Ken. Goto Daiki. Hattori Kyosuke. The sons of three high-ranking embassy officials. Having been childhood friends, they were thick as thieves by the time they could walk, talk and quirk. Some would say they were the male counterparts of her, Seri and Tomoe; only difference was they were extremely rich assholes.

Todoroki was quick to catch on as to who they were: The Preppy Posse.

“Heard you got into U.A., Takahiro,” Hattori remarked with a snobbish tone. “Tryin’ to be a hero with that weak ass quirk of yours?”

“She’s already one,” Todoroki stepped in to defend her honor. “She has her provisional license.”

“Oh, my apologies then, Miss Taka-hero,” the blue-haired boy mocked with a bow and chuckled at his own pun.

“Wow, they really give that shit out to anyone nowadays,” Goto sneered and crossed his arms. “The pro heroes must be desperate since All-Might retired, huh.”

Ren quickly gripped Todoroki’s forearm as he tried to lunge at them. He quickly turned to look at her lightly shaking her head, reminding him to not engage.

“You… Two-tone boy.” Edogawa took three steps toward him, analyzing his face. He put his hand up to cover up his right side and focused on his left only.

“Holy shit,” he chuckled out in disbelief and took two steps back. “You’re Endeavor’s kid.”

“And if I am?” His voice was deep and rough through gritted teeth. The gentle hetero-chromatic eyes Ren was used to seeing were now intensely harsh and cold, glaring at the ring leader.

“Bro, no disrespect.” The black-haired boy held his hands up in neutral. “Just an honor to meet the son of the number one hero, is all. No need for the fire, my dude.”

He held his hand out to shake as a friendly gesture, only to come up empty from the dual-quirk wielding boy.

“If you have no more business with us,” Ren quickly stepped in to diffuse the situation, keeping up with the curt act. “We really should be getting back to the party.”

As she spun and grabbed Todoroki by his wrist to make their escape, Akahiro immediately stretched his arm and grabbed her waist, yanking her away from the bi-colored haired boy. She forgot his quirk was Nobi Nobi* and inwardly cursed at herself for it.

This was going to be troublesome.

“Ah-ah,” the messy jet-black haired boy tutted with a menacing grin on his thin lips. “Actually, we have business with you. Personal. Business.”

He leaned in close enough to Ren to shy away to gain what little personal space she could get, catching a whiff of her sweet perfume.

“Ooh hoo, you even smell nice,” he growled out and flashed a toothy grin at her.

He hungrily licked his lips as his free hand stretched around and caressed her backside, forcing her closer to his body and felt something halfway hard press against her thigh. Todoroki was seething with rage.

“Let go of her!” he growled out and summoned ice in his right palm.

“Todoroki, stop,” Ren commanded. “Just stay calm.”

She made solid eye contact with him, mentally projecting him to trust her.

“Yeah, Todoroki. You should listen to her,” the boy jeered with venomous elation. “We’re in the Embassy building at the heart of Tokyo. You let your quirk loose here, your hero career will end faster than you can apologize. Not even your dear ol’ dad can help you out.”

Clicking his tongue in anger, his logical side kicking in to assess the situation, released the ice in his hand.

“What a good boy you are,” Edogawa commended in a vindictive manner before turning back to Ren, leering at her through half-lidded hungry eyes. His gaze then went further down and leered at her breasts, imagining all the things he was going to do with them.

He tilted her chin up at him and spoke softly in his deep voice. “Now, if you don’t want your mom to get in trouble with, say, having your asylum status revoked, you’ll be a good little kitten and come with us.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” she arrogantly stated with a matching smirk.

“Oh?” His interest was peaked. “And what makes you so sure?”

She leaned in and whispered, “Because I know about ‘Remedy.’”

The boy’s grin immediately dropped to a scowl. The hand wrapped around her back slipped to the front and roughly slammed her onto a nearby wall by her neck, knocking the wind out of her lungs and grunted.

“Senpai!” Todoroki exclaimed. As he made moves toward her, Goto and Hattori stood in between.

“Not so fast, lover boy,” Hattori tutted.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled out with dark, angry eyes. “How the fuck you find out ‘bout that?”

“Oh, I have my sources,” she laughed wryly through strained breath. Her rebellious hazel-green eyes didn’t leave his and saw panic flicker in his irises for a second. “You’ll let me go right now if you don’t want it leaked by accident at, say, an important event where mommy and daddy are at tonight.”

Growling with dissatisfaction at the fact this nobody damaged his pride, Edogawa crudely released his grip.

“We’re leaving,” the boy hastily barked. “They’re a waste of our time.”

Edogawa stomped off angrily, with Goto and Hattori following not too far behind. Todoroki immediately ran up and held onto her for support as she placed a hand on her chest and gasped out loud, lightly wretch coughing.

“That was reckless,” he scolded. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…” she wheezed out and rubbed her neck. “Guys like that… You gotta use your brain rather than your quirk to beat ‘em.”

“What did you say to him?”

“I know something that’ll get him into a lot of trouble. Call it insurance.”

“Senpai… I’m glad you’re on our side,” he blurted out. “You’d be a pain to deal with as a villain.”

“I almost get choked out and that’s what you say?”

Ren could only chuckle as Todoroki huffed a sigh of relief from his lips and slowly drew her into a one armed hug. Her limbs stiffened up at his touch, stunned by his action.

“I couldn’t do anything to help...” he spoke into her shoulder, feeling his hot breath cascade down her arm. “I’m sorry...”

“But you did.” Ren relaxed and reached her right hand up to pet the back of his head, consoling him. “You trusted me.”

Before they could continue with their conversation, they were interrupted with someone clearing their throat. The two turned to see Seri staring intently at them with her yellow and black owl-like eyes with her hands on her hips. She was clearly unamused.

“This isn’t a love hotel, you know,” she flatly pointed out. Realizing how close they were to each other, Todoroki suddenly released her and looked away shyly, remembering their talk earlier. The owl-faced girl then noticed the now formed bruise on her right forearm and red marks around her neck.

“I-I’m gonna use the toilet real quick,” the pink haired girl muttered and sped walked into the bathroom.

“Todoroki...” Seri spoke in a growing dark voice. “What did you do?”

He inwardly panicked as her eyes started glowing and felt his body going numb.

“It’s not what you think,” he calmly explained. “The posse approached us.”

The girl immediately stopped and asked him to explain while Ren was fixing herself up to look presentable again.

“Those bastards...” she angrily hissed out as their friend emerged from the lavatory. “Ren, let’s go fuck ‘em up.”

“We don’t need to,” she calmly replied and went to pick her blazer up off of the floor to dust it off before draping it back on her shoulders. “I got collateral on one of them.”

“What kind?”

“I think I heard her say something called ‘Remedy’?” Todoroki spoke up.

Her eyes grew went wide when Ren’s train of thought quickly hit Seri.

“I hope you took extra precautions, you idiot,” her snow owl friend scolded.

“Of course I did,” Ren defensively huffed out as a matter of factly. “Who do you take me for?”

“I’m sorry.” The red and white haired boy interjected in confusion. “What are you two talking about?”

“Ren-Ren used the Dark Net to obtain her information,” Seri revealed and crossed her arms. The boy quickly glanced over at his upperclassman in shock. “Talk about high risk.”

“It was a calculated risk and it paid off,” she briskly corrected. “Would you rather have me end up being their plaything and calling ‘em ‘master’? I sure as hell don’t.”

“So what is ‘Remedy’ exactly?” Todoroki asked. “And why was Edogawa so scared by it?”

“Our lovely stretchy worm has been secretly investing in overseas quirk-boosters and playing the black market,” Ren explained in a hushed voice. “And here’s the kicker: the money’s partially from his inheritance to which he laundered through ill-gotten gains in other drugs and firearms. I’d say the only smart thing he did was doing it through an alias, but little did he realize the money trail he poorly covered up.”

“So why can’t we report him now and have him arrested?”

“Diplomatic immunity. That’s why,” Seri bitterly spat out and crossed her arms. “We need substantial physical evidence to catch him.”

“Gotta love government loopholes,” Ren irritably lamented and sighed. “You’ll learn quickly not everything’s black and white in their eyes, Todo-kun. As much as heroes think they’re in the right in dealing with villains and doing a service to law-abiding citizens, there are situations that call for dirtier tactics to justify the means. I’m sure Uncle All-Might and even your dad’s got stories to tell you about.”

“And this is the stuff school tries to shelter us from to prevent cynicism from spreading in the budding hero community,” the owl-girl mentioned. “It was inevitable for us due to our upbringing.”

“So why tell me about this?” the bi-coloured haired boy finally asked.

“Because you’re capable,” they both said in unison.

“You’re the type who calmly analyzes a situation in order to decide the best course of action,” Ren praised. “Like you did before with the posse.”

“And you’re well aware of your status so you don’t act brashly,” Seri added.

“You speak too highly of me.”

“You have two of your senpais acknowledging your intelligence, Todoroki-kun,” the snow owl girl firmly stated with a small smile. “Now’s not the time to be humble.”

“Anyway, we should head back in,” Ren finalized. “I’m sure our respective parents would’ve noticed we’re gone by now.”

“Hurray,” Seri unceremoniously cheered and rolled her eyes.

The boy stood by himself for a moment to collect himself from their words of encouragement, watching the two girls walk back to the ballroom entrance. Ren stopped in her steps and turned back to him.

“You coming?”

Rejoining the group, the three re-entered the ballroom without fanfare.

“Ren! There you are,” her mom called and walked up to her daughter, noticing the marks on her neck. “What happened there?”

“Huh? Oh! I think I may be allergic to the perfume I’m wearing,” she quickly fibbed. “Couldn’t stop scratching.”

“Be sure to get that checked out tomorrow okay?”

“’Course mom.”

“Seri,” Ren’s mom warmly greeted and drew the girl into a hug. “You doing well in U.A.?”

“Of course, Aunt Victoria,” the owl girl responded with a small smile after releasing. “Who else will keep Ren-Ren out of trouble?”

“I’m actually offended you see me as a problem child,” Ren feigned betrayal by splaying her right hand over her chest and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Oh and who may you be?” Victoria turned to Todoroki and asked. “I didn’t see you on the video call last time.”

“I’m Todoroki Shouto, ma’am,” he politely introduced himself with a light bow. “I’m here in representation of my father Endeavor tonight as he’s still recovering from his injuries. Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Takahiro.”

“No need to be so formal, Shouto-kun,” Ren’s mom disregarded with a wave of her hand. “Victoria’s just fine.”

“T-Then I will greet you as you wish.”

“How is your father by the way? The injuries he sustained looked pretty serious,” she asked with genuine care in her tone. “I do hope he’s not pushing himself too hard.”

“Thank you for your kind words, but my father will be fine,” he reassured in an almost robotic manner. “He’s gone through worse scrapes.”

“While that’s true, I still do worry about all the pros out there...” The elder Takahiro trailed off and looked at her daughter. “You all put your lives on the line everyday and anything can happen that’ll turn a minor situation into a major one.”

“It’s an occupational hazard, mom,” Ren stated and rolled her eyes. “We’ve talked about this before.”

“I know but I still worry,” Victoria firmly stated and drew her kid by her waist to hug her.

All her daughter could do is sigh, knowing anything she’d say wouldn’t quell her doubts. As conversations continued, Ren noticed something amiss from her peripheral. Hattori came in stumbling about like he drank too much whisky; he was sweating profusely and tugged at his tie to get air, his eyes bloodshot. She quickly scanned the room and the other two were no where to be found. To prevent making a scene, Ren excused herself and stealthily approached him from the side.

“Hattori,” she called softly to catch his attention. “You okay there?”

All he could hear was gagging and she looked down to see his form hunched over and foaming at the mouth. She pulled his collar down to see a reddened puncture wound at his jugular and pulled him up to support his heavy frame.

“What did you take?” she whispered. “Get it together, man.”

“I-It’s a-a-all your fa-fault, Taka...hiro,” he stuttered out and slowly turned to meet her shocked expression. His eyes started gradually glowed red and charged up.

Oh shit.

She pushed him away in time as his eyes shot out lasers that hit the hangar loop of the chandelier. The decorative centerpiece snapped and made its way down, drawing party goers to run for cover as it crashed down with scattered crystals flying across the marble floor.

“This… is your doing, Takahiro!” Hattori huffed out and stared at her with glowing red eyes and shot at her again, not caring about the patrons around. The moment she dodged, Todoroki quickly created an ice wall in between the startled guests to absorb the laser attack. The slender boy roughly gripped his now messy blue hair and screamed, peeking the tip of his now blackened tongue.

She tapped her bangles to transform into T-clubs on instinct.

Seri immediately jumped to her left side and asked, “Hattori, is he...”

“He’s boosted,” she huffed out, watching the boy’s form wreath in pain and clawed at his chest.

“Leave this to us,” Aizawa came up from behind them and prepared his Capture Device. “Help with the evacuations.”

“He’s after me,” Ren stated. “I should take respon–”

“That doesn’t mean you ignore your other duties as a hero,” the ebony haired man firmly lectured and walked past her to shield the three U.A. students. “We’re the pros here, not you.”

Before the pink haired girl could even move, Hattori charged at full speed toward her, only to be intercepted by one of Fourth Kind’s brutish strength from two of his four arms.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, young’un,” the four-armed hero gruffly spoke and rebounded his body back.

“Be careful of his quirk,” Ren warned. “His ability is to absorb attacks and recoil it in the form of kinetic energy through his eyes.”

“You kids and your troublesome quirks,” Aizawa blurted out and clicked his tongue. “Thanks for the intel. Now go.”

Ren knew they could handle it and gritted her teeth. Both Seri’s and Todoroki’s voices brought her back as they ran to assist Gang Orca and Kamui Woods with clearing the building before it went on lockdown. Within the maelstrom of panicked party goers, Ren found the back of her mom’s head.

She was safe.

One less thing to worry about.

Moments later, they were all out in the main driveway of the embassy building, all looking up in hopes of seeing what’s going on. Ren could only wait with baited breath and scanned the growing crowd for two certain boys.

“Ren,” Seri called with a hushed voice by her side. “Goto. Four o’clock.”

God bless Seri’s owl quirk. The pink haired girl gingerly moved backwards to not attract attention and immediately teleported behind the person of interest. He let out a light gasp upon feeling her locking his left wrist.

“Move and I snap it,” Ren spoke in the shell of his ear in a low voice. “You will answer my questions in the form of head nods. We clear?”

Goto swallowed thickly and nodded, with beads of perspiration rolling down his temple.

“Is there a booster in Hattori’s system?”

Goto nodded once.

“Did he inject it in himself?”

The stocky boy shook his head furiously.

“Is Edogawa still here?”

He hesitated to answer and saw his shoulders visibly shake.

“Is Edogawa responsible for this?”

The brown haired boy bit his lower lip and clenched his free hand into a fist, fighting crocodile tears. They were both his friends. He couldn’t possibly out them! A sudden thought crossed her mind: Could Hattori be involved with Remedy and this was a fallout situation?

“Goto, you need to tell me now,” Ren’s growled out. Her patience was running very thin. “The longer you hesitate, the more danger Hattori’s life will be in; he can die.”

The boy finally conceded and choked out, “After we left you, Ken… checked something on his phone. He was pissed about something he read and popped some kinda pills before getting into it with Kyo,” Goto whimpered. “Said something about being snitched on.”

“So he thought Hattori betrayed him.”

“Kyo didn’t know what he was talking about and next thing we knew, Ken...” He stifled his words and softly dry sobbed. “I’ve never seen him this angry before. The drugs he’s been taking’s been making him more paranoid than usual.”

“Do you know the booster dosage that’s in Hattori’s system?”

Goto furiously shook his head no.

“L-Look,” he stammered out. “I-I’m sorry for all the shit we said about you, but please...” The boy desperately pleaded. “Save Kyo. Because I can’t. Not with my quirk.”

Goto Daiki’s quirk is Machina, where he can communicate with and fix anything machine-based. As much as he hated it, it’s been proven useful in becoming the go-to I.T. person in his circle of friends and family, albeit annoying and tiresome. However, he can only activate this only if there’s something wrong with its functions and can’t hack.

Releasing his wrist, Ren said nothing more and zipped away from him to regroup with Seri and Todoroki. She didn’t like the boy, but you can’t fake that kind of desolation.

“Did you get anything out of Goto?” Seri hurriedly asked.

“Hattori and Edogawa had a fallout. Stabbed a booster in him, so we’re on borrowed time,” Ren summarized.

The penthouse windows immediately shattered, raining glass down below. Todoroki summoned a giant iceberg to shield the people from being hurt as they ran further away from the entrance. They saw a small dot jump out with the debris; it was Hattori.

“How are you at using your flames, Todo-kun?” Ren quickly asked.

“Not good enough to propel us mid-air to catch him.”

“But you can get into air?” Seri chimed in.

“Halfway.”

“Good enough. Let’s go.”

“Seri! You will stay here,” a booming voice rang out. The three turned to see a tall, portly man glowering down at them. It was her father.

“I don’t care what you think of my choices, father, but there’s a life that needs saving right now,” the owl-faced girl angrily snapped. “I need to be a hero.”

“Where you need to be right now is safe and away from harm,” he firmly demanded.

“Mr. Kubo, with all due respect, I need Seri,” Ren cut in. “Time’s of the essence and she’s essential to our plan.”

“Ren, let’s go,” Seri dismissed her father’s request and sped walked away to Todoroki’s side. “He’s too stubborn to understand.”

Her pink-haired friend stood stationary for a beat, facing her friend’s dad.

“Ren?” she called.

“She’s not as weak or fragile as you think she is, Mr. Kubo,” she softly spoke within an earshot, firmly meeting the man’s aged brown eyes with determination. “Watch her.”

Seri’s heart swelled with pride and purpose hearing her best friend’s praise. Rejoining the group, they made their way to the curved frozen structure the two-tone hair colored by created before. The two grabbed onto Ren’s shoulders and teleported them halfway up the ice.

The grayish white-haired girl closed her eyes and took a breath, spreading her arms out as they transformed into white spotted owl wings; her hands morphed into sharp, black talons. Reopening her yellow tinted eyes, they were focused and ready to go.

“That never gets boring to watch,” Ren gushed with a smirk. “Let’s go, Hedwig.”

“The name’s Athena, zippy,” she blurted out and flapped her wings a few times to prepare for take off. “So what’s the plan here?”

“Todo-kun’ll use his ice to restrain his movements and eyes while I try to knock him out cold. Your job’s to bring him down safely,” Ren briefed and tapped her bangles to transform them into T-clubs again.

“How will you get down?” she asked with concern.

“I’ll figure something out. He’ll be with me.”

Seri took a running start and flew up at an incredible speed, causing blow back from her wings. Ren shivered slightly only to feel something warm immediately envelop her.

“Your lag will get bad if you’re too cold right?” Todoroki held his flame engulfed left hand out to her. Ren hastily rubbed her hands and hovered over it.

“I’m good now, thanks.”

“Hold on tight,” he instructed as he turned his hand back. She gripped onto his torso, with his right arm snaked around hers. “I can’t do it like Bakugou or my old man, but I’m gonna try.”

Torquing his fire to near maximum output, Ren and Todoroki blasted up into the air at an awkward angle and neared Seri’s flying form. As planned, he cut his fire as Ren zipped across the sky like a zig-zagging shooting star to get close to Hattori’s falling figure. The dual-quirk user immediately gripped his shirt and encased his body in ice and let out a white breath from his lips. Ren released her grip and struck the laser eye boy at the base of his neck, knocking him unconscious. Seri then swooped on by and caught him with her back with a soft grunt before making her way down to the ground.

The spectators screamed as they watched Ren and Todoroki free fall at an alarming speed. The two strained to grab each other’s hands before succeeding seconds later. Unable to see where she could teleport them to safety due to the blistering cold G-force winds blinding her, the dual-haired colored boy angled his right hand down and conjured ice from his palms, creating a makeshift bumpy slide. They roughly landed on the slippery surface and descended at an alarming velocity. The boy then created an ice cushion at the bottom and grabbed Ren to shield her with his body from the collision. They hit the ice wall with a thud and knocked the wind out of his lungs.

The two heavily panted and felt their hearts pound out of their chest from the adrenaline; their hair a disheveled mess from the wind and fall.

“You okay?” Ren finally spoke between breaths.

“Yes...” Todoroki swallowed hard and gulped up air, releasing a large white breath from his lips. Parts of his arms and face had remnants of ice lingering. “You should plan better next time.”

“Noted.”

They gingerly got off of the ice and back up on their feet to make their way to Seri, who was with an unconscious Hattori by her side. Todoroki walked up to him and shielded his eyes with ice in case he woke up and went berserk again. Moments later, Aizawa and Fourth Kind emerged from the crowd to take care of the rest with the now arrived authorities. Goto could be seen with his parents and talking to detectives. Todoroki melted the ice he used to restrain Hattori before he was slapped with a pair of cuffs and goggles on the gurney before tending to the other structures he made. Edogawa was still no where to be found.

“Ren!” her mom cried and ran at her to tightly embrace her daughter. “Are you hurt anywhere?!”

She released and looked at her mom with a small smile of reassurance. “I’m fine. Todo-kun used his ice to cushion our fall.”

“Never scare me like that again, you hear me?!” Tears were flowing freely from her aged green eyes and drew her back into a tight hug before making her way to the bi-coloured haired boy.

“Todoroki-kun, thank you.” She firmly gripped both his hands into hers. “You were brilliant.”

He shyly looked down with a matching blush and softly smiled.

“It was Ren-senpai who came up with the plan–”

“But you saved her,” Victoria added. “Knowing my daughter, I’m sure she didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Wow, you guys are just on it with the insults tonight,” Ren blurted out with exasperation and crossed her arms.

Their celebration was short lived and sensed something launching in their general direction. Ren immediately tackled her mom to the ground to shield her. Todoroki ducked below and was on high alert. The police and other pro heroes jumped out and aimed their weapons at the hidden assailant.

“You… You fucking told them didn’t you?!” a hoarse voice shouted from the shadows and out emerged a disheveled looking Edogawa. His hair was a mess and his once neatly tied tie disappeared. The boy obsessively clawed at his own throat and smiled manically.

“You bitch, you did this...” he muttered out and dryly laughed to himself. “You’ve ruined me!”

“Stand down, Edogawa,” Aizawa told him and prepared his device in his hands. “You’re surrounded by cops and heroes. There’s no where for you to run.”

“Oh, that’s where you got things wrong, hero,” he tittered out in frenzy.

The boy took out a vile of black substance from his jacket pocket and aimed to stab it into his neck. Ren teleported over just in time to hold his wrist back by force and twisted it far enough for him to loose his grip on the booster. Aizawa timed her moments perfectly and used his quirk to disable the boy from using his.

“Whatever’s happened, it’s not worth your life.” Ren tightened her grip on his wrist, her eyes focused only on his bloodshot ones. “Not like this.”

Edogawa could do nothing but whimper and collapse on his knees, completely breaking down. As the authorities closed in on him, she held out a hand to stop them in their steps. This wasn’t what he needed right now. She released her grip on his wrist and knelt down beside him. Fourth Kind slowly approached her and placed one of his hands on her shoulder, allowing him to take over.

“He’s… fragile right now,” she softly spoke to the four-armed man. “Take care of him.”

“Friend of yours?”

“Not particularly,” she flatly blurted and took a few steps away. “But he still deserves some kind of sympathy.”

Slowly making her way back to her mom and friends, Ren suddenly got hit with an overwhelming sense of vertigo and staggered. Unable to control her motor functions, she fell into Seri’s feathery arms, who rushed in on time to catch her. Victoria and Todoroki followed not too far behind.

“Ren!” The owl girl gripped her friend tightly. “Did he do something to you?!”

“Think I… “She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, letting out a light, shaky breath. “I overused… my quirk...”

“My God, woman. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Seri let out a sigh of relief and gently set her arm around her shoulders for support.

“But did I die?” she lightly scoffed.

“Part of me thinks you’re only alive for the ramen.”

“Damn right.”

#bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha oc #mha oc #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #fourth kind #bnha fourth kind #mha fourth kind

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evien-stark · 5 years ago

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 22 [24%]

Four days. It had only been four days since the senate hearing. But with the way things were in disarray, it felt like it had been four years. You were drowning, and falling beneath the waves every other moment. If you walked out of your office for even ten minutes, the papers on top of it seemed to multiply.

Tony wasn’t helping matters. Despite things seeming to look up, stocks were booming after his little show on Capitol Hill, he really had no idea what was going on. He seemed manic these days, buzzing around the mansion talking to himself and JARVIS about a million upgrades and other things you had just started to tune out. He was barely in the office- which wasn’t unusual, but right now Stark Industries needed him. Badly. And he seemed more than ever to be completely disinterested in it.

Though you’d both gone to work together this morning, as he’d been literally forced to attend a shareholder’s meeting, something you knew he had no will to sit through, he was nowhere to be found by the afternoon. Gone home, they said.

Your headaches had been getting worse. You felt like you were on the verge of collapse.

Head on your desk, there was a knock at the door, and you couldn’t even bother to hide your shame as someone you’d never seen before entered. Dressed smartly with her red hair slicked back in a ponytail, all doe eyes and nervous smile. You’d expected one of the top floor assistants, someone who knew what you were going through. But for this unknown woman, you forced yourself to sit up, hand to your head. “Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you.” She seemed kind but matter of fact.

“It’s fine. What can I do for you?” If she’d been let up here, that meant she was someone important or someone who belonged there regardless. There in your office as a brand new ache bloomed in your temples.

She leaned in and reached out to offer her hand for a shake, the ends of her curly hair spilling over her shoulder. “My name is Natalie Rushman. I was just hired- Mrs. Arbogast is putting me to work first day on the job it seems.”

“Throwing you in head first. Stark Industries tradition.” Hiring was not something you generally concerned yourself with. “What department are you working for?”

“Legal.” This spelled a whole lot of trouble. You didn’t want to give the impression you had no idea what was going on but you assumed she must have thought that anyway, by the way she was smiling. “I just have some papers for you to sign.”

“In regards to…?” Looking down as she slipped a folder on top of your desk. When you opened it your eyes glazed over the contents almost immediately. Only trying to pick out a few key details. “Art gallery?”

“Mr. Stark has generously donated the wing of his modern art collection. And while usually his signature would be enough, you have a co-ownership, so we need yours as well.”

Of course. Pepper. You’d assumed not only all her duties but all her things. She’d loved that art almost more than life itself sometimes. You remembered more than one gallery that she’d been excited to attend just so she could collect another piece. It really had nothing to do with you. You really didn’t care. But…

“Donated to-...”

Just the absurdity of it all struck another lash of pain. It felt like your brain was being squeezed. Nobody was going to know why Tony had done this, so suddenly at that, except him. There was no use getting angry at this Natalie, and no use asking her why either. You sighed. “Fine. Here.” Scrawling a quick signature across it.

“Thank you.” She picked the folder back up, holding it to her chest. Half turning it seemed like she was going to leave so she could deposit that to her superior. Job well done. But before saying goodbye, “If you don’t mind me asking, are you okay?”

You really just felt like you might throw up.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

This was a problem.

----------------------------------------------------

Happy asked you the same thing several times on the drive to the manor, only asserting the truth of the matter. You were a mess, and everyone could see it. It would probably be a good idea to take a day or two for mental health- maybe even physical. Something was clearly wrong. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had this many headaches- some touching into migraines- clustered together.

But there was no taking a day off. No breaks. Not with the way things were.

You walked down to the lab, brand new folder in arm full of brand new things for Tony to sign off on. It would have made your life so much easier if he’d just stayed at the office, like you’d asked him to, to help you. But no. Why would he do that?

He looked up from his computer. The bright light of holographic clutter across the entire room only hurt your eyes all the more. “Do you not care at all?”

“What?” Asked flatly as he lifted a glass of that green juice up to drain its contents.

“What are you doing, Tony? What’s the matter with you?” Really the root of the situation you found yourself in. If not all of them.

He snapped the lab into literal attention, the second half of the room brightening all the more. “What’s the matter with me is I’m busy. And you’re angry.” Getting up from his desk he began to walk- away from you, you presumed, so you were quick to follow at his heel.

“I’m trying not to be but you’re making it hard.” Getting into yet another argument about the exact same thing you’d been trying to fight with him for months over was not going to help. Something had smacked loose in his brain, you were sure. You just had to screw it back in. “Why are you going around donating art collections to The Boy Scouts of America?” The entire thing was preposterous.

“They’re a worthwhile organization.” Reaching forward he took one of his holographic schematics and crumpled it up, turning around to shoot it like a basketball overhead. All of this was nonsense. You felt like you were walking around in a dream.

“You couldn’t even tell me you were doing that?” Still trailing a few paces behind him. You felt weak.

He brushed random bits and pieces out of the air. This is what he’d been working on all this time? Brand new ways to fill the lab with junk? “It’s my collection- and I needed that as a tax write off.”

“And you were going to tell me this when?” Doubling down. He seemed to have so easily forgotten. His behavior had grown more and more erratic.

Walking around the corner, he patted DUM-E on the back. “Stop spacing out, the bridgeport’s already machining that part.”

Taking him by the arm suddenly, you pulled him to a halt. “I know you don’t wanna have the conversation again about how you’re upsetting me, Tony. But you are. I need you to do work.”

“I’ve been doing work.” Serious about this, yet still with a smile.

“You’re not doing anything that helps me- that helps the company. I have contracts I need you to sign and- the Expo has more participants flooding in- it’s like you’re completely ignoring all of it-”

Turning away he kept walking and you let him go, but followed close. “There’s nothing more important to me than the Expo. It’s my primary point of concern.”

“Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you just pushed me into working myself to the bone to get all of it done and now that you had your little opening ceremony, you don’t care about the rest of it.”

“Wow, look at this.” Ignoring you again to bend down and pick up a portrait of Iron Man. “Now this is art. This is going up.”

He must have been absolutely out of his mind. You stayed there, letting him walk away again, shocked to your core. It was like you weren’t even there. You watched as he shoved a bunch of mugs off the mini-kitchen corner and scrambled up on top to throw the painting hung on the wall there aside and hang the other up.

Finally you found your feet, walking over slowly. Something was not right here. Was it you? Did you get hit in the head? “Tony...”

Jumping down from the counter he regarded you, “Are you gonna start talking about work again?”

The dam broke. “Yes! Yes I’m going to start talking about work again! I need you to work, Tony! I need you to help me!” It wasn’t where you wanted to be, screaming at him, but you felt like you were delving into some sort of insanity. “You’ve put so many people on payroll and then abandoned them, waiting for me to clean up your mess. We’ve got the Wind Farm contracts on hold now and the Plastic Plantation-”

“I don’t- I’ve stopped caring about that- it’s boring. I’m telling you, I can’t deal with that stuff anymore. It’s boring me.”

It was like he’d reached out and smacked you in the face. “Excuse me?” Completely stunned. “It’s your company!” Tony had never been the best at being a company man, and it had only gotten worse since everything had happened. But you’d never expected him to just say that.

“No- no I’ve got a better idea. You do it.” Pointing lightly at you.

Your nose scrunched, brows knitting. “I’m at my limit, Tony. If you won’t help me run things-”

“No, you run things-”

“I have been! But I can’t do it without your help!”

“You don’t need my help! Will you listen to me? I’m trying to-”

“I’ve had enough!” Your anger was boiling over. Something drastic must have happened between last week and now. He was acting like a completely different person. Like he forgot who you were. Who you were supposed to be to him.

“Me, too! Listen- listen-” Still half talking over you, but hushed you to silence when he reached out to put his hands on your arms. “I’m trying to give you the company. Why won’t you let me?”

The words that had been locked and loaded died and you were relegated to a wide eyed lost stare at him. “...what?”

Panic.

Leaning in just a little bit more, you saw something strange in his eyes. “I hereby, irrevocably, appoint you chairman and CEO of Stark Industries. Effective immediately.” He breathed in, lips pressed together, looking away with a nod, rubbing his hands over your arms lightly. “Yeah. Done deal.” And then he stepped away.

It took you a long moment to break from your shock, but when you did you saw DUM-E rolling out with a plate in its arm, two long stemmed glasses there, chilled bucket on top, bottle of champagne waiting inside. No no no… this was all wrong.

“I’ve actually given this a fair amount of thought… believe it or not...” His voice went soft as he lifted the bottle up. “Trying to figure out who a worthy successor would be...” He worked the cage off the bottle and then popped the cork. “And then I realized...” He turned as the champagne came out in a gentle spray. His smile hurt the most. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

He started filling the glasses as your knees went out, sending you to a quick sit on the couch luckily just nearby. You were still too stunned to speak. He came back over. “I thought there would be a legal issue but it turns out I’m uh… capable of appointing my successor.” Handing you the glass. “My successor being you.” You sat there still and he waggled the glass at you. “Congratulations?”

Out of pure muscle memory you took the glass from him. “Tony I don’t...”

“Don’t anything. Just drink.” Clinking his glass against yours even though you weren’t exactly meeting him in return.

“I don’t want this.”

His lips twitched before he took a gulp of champagne. “Yes you do.” And when you tried to speak again he reached out to put a hand on your leg. “Yes you do. You’ve done more work and more good for this company in your six years of being here than I ever have just inheriting it. And now you won’t need me. I won’t be holding you up anymore.” Your eyes came up, staring at him in soft disbelief. “I’ll uh… I’ll do this thing and you do your thing.”

Fear took hold of you. Your own? Why was he doing this? Really all for your benefit? “First you push the Expo up by six months- then you put on a show at the Senate- now you’re giving away all your art- and… and trying to give me your company?”

A klaxon warning went off, almost quite literally, blinding you for a moment as you lifted your hand to your head. Tony finally seemed the appropriate amount of spooked. “Hey- are you alright? I didn’t wanna say anything- you look kinda pale. Maybe you should lie down.”

Willing yourself to just be able to get through this, you took a breath. You were glad that he waited patiently for you to speak again, but saw the dismay as you said, “I refuse.”

“You uh… what?” Brows lifted quickly. “Refuse to take a nap?”

“I refuse your offer. I’d like to stay right where I am.” You weren’t going to let him talk you into becoming the head of Stark Industries. You really weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted, if that’s what you’d planned for yourself. And even if it was somehow in your wildest dreams, it didn’t matter. It couldn’t happen like this.

“You… can’t do that.” Sitting back with a look of disbelief.

“Really, Tony? What are you going to do, force me to run the company?” Like it would have made any difference.

“You’re already running the company. I’m just getting in the way. I wanna focus elsewhere. This is good for you and me.”

“You don’t get to tell me what’s good for me.” It came out a little harsher than you meant it. But your nerves were completely shot now.

He was frowning as he shifted yet again to sit forward and put a hand on your knee. “Is everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that. What are you doing, Tony? You’re acting crazy. It’s starting to scare me.” He had become absolutely manic. Running at something- you had no idea what. He’d shut you out from it, and you hadn’t known that until just now. How much longer would you have been in the dark if he hadn’t done one more crazy spontaneous thing? You couldn’t solely run the company and keep an eye on him. It couldn’t be done.

“I...” The word escaped on a breath and he seemed to wilt. You damned yourself for finding hope that he’d tell you the truth. “I was just trying to help the both of us.” Because that wasn’t it. You knew it for sure.

Setting your glass down, you reached to take his hand in both of yours. “It’s not all or nothing. You can’t tell me you’re going stop going out and focus on the company one month and then decide that’s not working for you the next.” He was drifting. Becoming more and more just Iron Man. No Tony Stark. You worried. “I’ll co-CEO with you, for a while.”

Because no matter how much you wanted to resist, he was right. If you didn’t need to come back and forth to ask for his permission or get his insight into what things he wanted done next, yes. A lot more would get done. It would make your life substantially easier.

But at what cost?

Not at the cost of him. You couldn’t look the other way on this. You couldn’t be that selfish. Something was wrong. And even if it was just him assimilating into Iron Man, then you couldn’t let him forget who he was. “Hm.” He at least seemed to be considering it. “What’s to say I agree to that and then won’t quit?”

This sass provoked the smallest smile, unable to help yourself. “Because I know where you live. And I’ll kick your ass.”

“Both very true statements. Here.” Giving you your glass back. “Fine. Co-ownership. Until you decide to fire me for incompetence.”

Finally you gave him the actual cheers he so desperately seemed to want, touching your glass against his and taking a sip. “We’ll see.” Doing the good work of emptying your glass so you could set it aside. Leaning closer in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t shut me out, okay?” Something was still wrong. You could feel it. “We’re a team.”

His arm came around your shoulders. “Couldn’t forget it if I tried.”

----------------------------------------------------

Before heading back to the office, you thought you might try your luck. Anything. Anything at all to be able to get some sort of clarity. Lingering in the doorway, watching Tony type endlessly at his computer, focused intensely-

“JARVIS.” You called for the AI watching all of this unfold. Always present. Always there. Tony’s best friend next to you and Rhodey.

“Yes, ma’am?”

Tony looked up very suddenly. Giving you quite the look. Confusion with an arch of his brow, but followed swiftly by a narrow of his eyes.

“Is there something wrong with Tony?”

A long pause took hold over the entire room. But then… “Where would you like me to start, ma’am? It’s a very long list. We’ll likely be here for two hours at least.”

He breathed out a noise of amusement, ducking his head back to his computer. “Four if you wanna start from birth. Don’t you have a meeting in twenty minutes? We’ll have to have the round-table feelings session another time.”

You heaved a dramatically heavy sigh. “It was worth a shot.” Leaving finally, hearing only the barest of dark mumbling before the lab door sealed shut behind you.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter Twenty Two

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years ago

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Wedding preparations; queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys here we go, these next few chapters are very near and dear to me because just last saturday (yep on May 4th) my sister had gotten married and I was so honored to be apart of it as one of her bridesmaids along with all her friends. She really married a great guy and I’m happy for them. Now that all the stress of the wedding is over, I feel like now is the time for these next chapters to be published. I wish my sister and my new brother in law the best of luck as they now move to Nashville and they both get better jobs so that they can spend more time with their baby girl.

Anyways enough rambling I’ll leave you all too it and thank you all for being so patient with me, this semester has really been kicking my ass as of late, I still got one essay and 2 finals to do but that’ll all be over soon and then it’s 3 straight months of writing YAY!!!!! Hopefully I do better now that I’ve managed to do some writing throughout the semester and that I don’t get caught in a rut like I did all throughout last year. Anyways enjoy everyone :)

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The next day I was on the phone with Jack who had apparently tried to call me repeatedly after getting a message from Deacy about all that had happened the past couple of days.

“Yeah love I got your message.”

‘Oh that’s good.’

“Yeah I even heard about the one where you said you’d bring Jensen and Jared to come over and beat the shit out of Freddie.”

‘I knew I should’ve pushed harder to come with you.’

“No, no love there was no need for you to come. There wasn’t any point of you coming here along with me to have only 5 days up here and then end up going back to America.”

‘I know. But you know I love you right (y/n)?’

“Yeah, yeah I know you do.”

‘I really do baby.’ I smiled and then I said.

“Well I—I’ll call you tomorrow.”

‘Okay babe, love you.’

“Love you too.” With that I hung up the phone and smiled softly. I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen to the living room where I was sitting on the couch, I looked up to see John coming with another piece of cake.

Veronica had offered to make some cake samples for the wedding. Even though I told her it wasn’t necessary, she refused to take no for an answer and wanted to at least see if I would go for a wedding cake that she could potentially make instead of having me waste money on a cake.

“Another cake sample; chocolate Zuccotto.” He said as he sat down in front of me on the foot stool.

“Do I really have to try another one?”

“You don’t want it?”

“I mean I’ve already had nine samples already and loved every one of them, I feel like if I eat another bite I won’t find a wedding dress in my size anymore.”

“Well I’ll just tell Veronica she’s too good of a baker for your wedding then.” He said as he set the cake aside. I playfully shoved him with my foot which made him chuckle. “So you talked to Jack?”

“Yeah. Yeah he just got the yes from some more family members, a few friends and his cousins have agreed to be his groomsmen. Have you told him that you and the guys agreed to be in the wedding?”

“Yeah Brian got a hold of him last night after you went to bed. And I told him I’d agreed to be the best man. Have you talked to Veronica about the Matron of Honor position yet?”

“I was planning on telling her later today when me, her, Nique and Chrissie go out dress shopping.” He nodded. “Have you gotten a stylist yet?”

“Jared’s wife Gen is actual a professional hairstylist and runs her own beauty salon so she’s gonna help with my hair and makeup.”

“And how about a song for you and Jack?”

“Not yet. Honestly I don’t know if there’s even a good enough song that could really help express my love for Jack.”

“You’ll find one love, don’t worry about it.” He said as he rubbed my shoulder. I nodded and that’s when I noticed the time and I said.

“Oh shit I better head over to the bridal store; I promised the girl’s that we’d meet right at the doors when it opens at 10.”

“Well I won’t keep you and I’ll just see myself out.”

“Thanks for bringing the samples over Deacy. Veronica’s lucky to have someone like you.”

“Nah she was stuck with me.”

“Hey, she loves you immensely.” I shoved him again as I grabbed my purse and we both went out the front door. I locked my house up and Deacy and I cheek kissed each other goodbye and he went home while I went downtown towards the bridal store to meet up with the wives of Queen.

I managed to reach the store with about 10 minutes to spare. Already I saw a crowd of women trying to be the first ones inside. Reason for that being was because today “Monique’s Bridal shop boutique” was having a 25% off sale on all her designer dresses. I parked my bike and tried to look over the crowd of women who were pushing and shoving people out of the way.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” I could hear Dominque cry out. I soon saw her wiggle out and managing to peek out from the crowd and she held out her hand. “Quickly take my hand before I lose my spot!” I took it and she pulled me in.

Much like Roger, if anyone tried to push us out of the way, she would snap at them like a defensive lioness and tell them to literally ‘back the fuck away you harpies’ or my favorite, ‘you push this girl back, then your dress won’t be the only thing people will look at’.

We finally reached the front doors where Chrissie and Veronica helped us in and I said to them.

“God is it always like this?”

“When you have a sale like this, I’m afraid so. It was the same way back when I married Brian 10 years ago.” Said Chrissie.

“Okay ladies now remember, keep these whistles on you at all times, and if you see a potential dress, blow and hold that dress closer than you could ever imagine.” Veronica said as she handed out whistles for the three of us.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda extreme V?” I asked.

“Aww first time brides are so cute.” She said. She stroked my cheek and said as she cupped it, “Listen sweetie, deals on wedding dresses like this don’t come around very often. It’s a miracle we managed to pick a shopping date that this sale actually began on. Women will do anything to obtain the dress they need, even if it means using extreme violence.”

“For real?” I asked. All three of them nodded and that’s when one of the employees came up to the door.

“Alright ladies, this is it; as soon as that door unlocks, you run like hell.” Dominque said. The woman took out the keys and lifted them to the lock and I could hear the click, then like a broken dam with water spurting out everywhere, every single woman raced inside and went for the first dresses they could find.

I ran further into the shop towards a bunch of dresses that were on hangers and looked through them. They were either too puffy of the sleeves, or too long of a train. I browsed and browsed until finally I seemed to have found the right one.

“Oh my god, this is it. I’ve found the one.” I went to grab it when I felt someone else grab the dress at the same time. We were both tugging on it till finally I was pulled to the other side of the rack where a woman in her late 30’s early 40’s stood with short red hair and green eyes. She was tanned but I could see some early stages of wrinkles showing up.

“Well seems I’ve caught a little parasite with this dress.”

“Excuse me?” I snapped.

“Darling no offense but if you think you can pull off this dress, you might want to check the doll section over there. They might have one that’s for such a tiny thing like you.” Wow the girls weren’t kidding. This woman was really starting to piss me off.

“No offense giantess but if you tried on this dress you might not be able to hide those giraffe legs of yours.” She glared down at me and pulled on the dress and sneered.

“Let go of it you little brat.”

“No you let go bitch!” We tugged it back and forth till finally I grabbed my secret weapon and blew on the whistle and it pierced the air. I kept blowing it and blowing it till finally I heard Chrissie’s voice exclaimed.

“Oi! I think she saw the dress first.” The woman turned towards the three women who were now standing behind me and that’s when Dominque said.

“So I suggest you release that dress less you want to wake up with barely any teeth left in your mouth for that perfect wedding picture.” The woman glared down at me and I only smirked up at her as she had no choice but to release the dress and walk away.

“Wow Dominque, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act this defensive.” I told her.

“Well when you’re in a relationship with Roger Taylor, you pick up on a few things. So you found one?”

“Yes, I think this is the one.” I said as I held it up.

“Now hold on love, first rule of wedding dress shopping; never go for the first one unless is absolutely the one for you. Now Chrissie and I managed to find about three others that would be perfect for you. So let’s try them on in the backroom.” Said Veronica as she placed an arm around my shoulder and guided me to the backroom.

Chrissie and Dominque stood guard of the remaining dresses while Veronica was in the changing room with me trying on the dress that I had picked out.

“So how did you like those cake samples I had made?”

“Oh V they were delicious. All of them, I don’t think I can pick just one.”

“Well don’t worry love, you’ll choose one. At least you and Jack both agreed on chocolate cake, now we just need to find the perfect brand of chocolate.”

“Maybe you could fly out to America and let Jack have a taste of some of your samples.”

“One step ahead of you darling.” As she tied up the corset part of the dress, I felt like I was being constricted like a snake as I gasped out.

“Can’t breathe!”

“See this is why we try things out. They may look good but sometimes it doesn’t mean they feel good.”

“I just didn’t expect it to have a corset setting though. And this was such a beautiful dress too. Now I feel like a complete idiot for almost rumbling with that woman when this dress wasn’t even going to fit me. What if we never find the right one?”

“Hey now don’t you say that. We’ll find you a dress, I promise we will find you one. Let’s try on the one Dominque found for you.”

Dress after dress after dress and they were either too tight, too long, or it just didn’t feel right on me. We spent god knows how long in the shop for trying on practically every dress we could find. It was then we decided to tag-team search; Dom and Chrissie went together while Veronica and I teamed up and we began the search again.

As Veronica and I went through almost every rack in the store, she gasped and said.

“(Y/n) come here quick!” I raced over to her and she held out the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen.

“Oh my…..”

“Let’s go try it on, quick!” She took my hand and blew her whistle for Dominque and Chrissie to hear as she raced me back towards the changing rooms.

After getting the dress on, Veronica first stepped out and I slowly followed behind her with the dress and matching veil on and the three of them were in awe.

“Oh my…..(y/n).” Dominque cooed.

“This is it. I feel so beautiful in this dress.” I whimpered out.

“You look beautiful in it sweetie. Let’s get it and then we’ll make an appointment with a tailor to make any adjustments.” She helped me out of the dress and we got Chrissie and Dominque to meet us outside while Veronica and I bought the dress. As the cashier rang up the price I thought it was a good time to ask her now.

“Hey V.”

“Yes love?”

“I want to ask you an important question.”

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well you’ve already done so much for me for this wedding already and since I don’t really have friends my own age anymore since I became the Rock Angel. I was wondering if you’d—would you like to be my Matron of honor?” She looked at me with a shocked expression before it broke off into a wide smile and she embraced me and said.

“I’d be happy to darling! Thank you so much for asking me.” I smiled and hugged her back. The cashier congratulated us and Veronica paid for the dress.

I tried to convince her not to but she wanted to because as the Matron of Honor she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect and that she could handle the big payments while I handle the little stuff. Of course I’ll let her have it for now but later on down the road we’re gonna come to a compromise.

After buying the dress and asking Dominique and Chrissie if they’d be willing to be my bridesmaids, they both agreed and were ecstatic to be a part of my big day.

Once getting the dress, we decided that after a stressful day of trying to get the dress, we all went to the pub in celebration for finding the perfect dress and for finally finishing picking my bridesmaids as well as officially having a Matron of honor.

By nightfall, I arrived back at the house with the dress and put it in the closet until it came time for me to head to America to help out with the remaining preparations for the wedding.

That night I tried to fall asleep but all I kept doing was tossing and turning. Something was stirring in my head as I began to dream a million dreams after the day of my wedding.

Jack and I buying a house, living away from society, having a large family, owning a huge property of land, or even a small cottage whatever it was we agreed to have in the end.

Finally looking at the clock to see that it was only 12:35am I decided to head down to my studio as the perfect wedding song finally came to mind.

*3rd Person POV*

Brian, Roger and John arrived at their Rock Angel’s house just to check and see how things were going since they didn’t get an update from either her or their wives. They let themselves in as Roger called out.

“(Y/n)?! Oi (y/n) you here love?”

“She might still be asleep.” Suggested Deacy.

“Maybe, or she could be downstairs in the studio, let’s check down there first.” Brian stated. The three of them walked down the basement stairway that led to the recording studio that was down there and low and behold they saw their girl lying at the control booth with papers scattered around and about a dozen cups of coffee mugs surrounding the studio.

“Some things never change.” Said Deacy.

“That girl I’ll tell you what.” Stated Roger. They walked over to her and Brian knelt down and stroked the hair out of her face as he whispered.

“(Y/n), c’mon love time to wake up. Open those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours.” She quietly stirred and moaned but like the flutter of butterfly wings, her eyes opened. “There she is.”

“Asleep at the control again I see love.” Said Deacy.

“What time is it?” she groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Almost 11 in the morning, did you even try to get any sleep last night love?” Roger said as he came up behind her and gently gave her shoulders a gentle massage.

“I couldn’t sleep at all, so many things were running through my head and then a song came up that I just had to work on. But I guess I must’ve fallen asleep working on it.”

“Poppet if this is for your new album put it aside, it can wait. Can’t have the future bride looking like a corpse as she walks down the aisle.” Said Deacy.

“There’s no album. This song is for the wedding. I—I came up with a song for Jack and I’s first dance as husband and wife. We’ve been having trouble picking a song, but then last night it hit me. So I tried getting to work on it as fast as I could and hopefully ran at least one full take of it before I fly back to America and get too busy with the rest of the wedding planning.” Brian took one of the pieces of paper and read over the words and said.

“Mind if we hear a bit of it?” she nodded and then stood up which caused Roger to stop massaging her shoulders but she quickly thanked him for it as she grabbed an acoustic guitar before sitting by the grand piano bench.

“I mean it’s not much and I’m still working on some of the words but here’s what I’ve got. First; I imagine the opening to be like a string opening of a cello or maybe several violins before coming in like this,” she then began picking at the acoustic guitar strings.

She then began singing the acoustic notes as she then switched and played the first few notes on the piano before returning back to the guitar and began to sing what she had.

I close my eyes and I can see

A world that's waiting up for me

That I call my own

She then scattered out notes since she didn’t quite have the words right for the continuation of the song until she came in at the bridge.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind

*Scatters*

We can live in a world that we design

She then started up the full chorus and sung it loud and proud. As she sang it with such finesse and rawness, the boys began to see that she had a special vision for this song.

'Cause every night, I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all its gonna take

Oh, a million dreams

For the world we're gonna make

She then played the piano for a bit before stopping.

“That’s all I’ve came up with. The rest as you can see are just various rubbish lines that I may or may not use.”

“Well I don’t think these upcoming lines are rubbish.” Deacy said as he took one sheet and read out loud, “‘Special things we compile each one there to make us smile, on a gloomy day’”.

“Thanks Deacy.”

“This song is promising, and I know Jack will like it. You definitely have a vision and if you’re willing, we can help you with the lyrics you’re having trouble with.” Said Brian. Her eyes widened and she said.

“You’d—you’d really do that for me?”

“This isn’t out first rodeo love, just leave everything to us.” Roger said as he rubbed (y/n)’s shoulders once more.

“Wait, wait what do I do?”

“You have the best job of all, and that’s getting some sleep.”

“What no? No I can’t I—I have to make sure this song is perfect and no offense guys not that I don’t trust you but don’t you think that I should guide you through on what I want for this song?”

“Yes, but at this point you’re running on hardly any sleep and over 12 cups of coffee that have long passed your system. At this rate you look more like a corpse bride and we refuse to allow you to push yourself than what you’re already under.”

“But I—”

“No buts. The only but I want to see is yours walking upstairs to your room and said but getting into bed and getting some sleep.” Roger stated. She looked at the blonde drummer who looked down at her daring her to speak up against him. Before she could say anything, Brian spoke up.

“He is right about one thing (y/n),” she turned towards the curly haired guitarist and he continued, “We’ve known you long enough to know that you’ll continue to work until you drop. This song shouldn’t be the sole focus at this point. With all the upcoming stress you will be facing for this wedding, you need as much sleep as you can get. We’ll try and work out the song and we swear to you; we’ll only change a lyric or two. We won’t change the vision that you have for this song.” She groaned and that’s when Roger acted.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the studio. Once they were at the top of the steps, Roger then picked his daughter bridal style and carried her the rest of the way up to her master bedroom.

He set her down on the bed hearing her soft mumbles, probably future lyrics to the song or saying that she needed to finish the song. Had to finish it.

“We’ll finish it love, together. For now bride to be, go to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and stroked through her hair and proceeded to sing ‘Hey Jude’ as a lullaby to her, and within no time at all, the Rock Angel was fast asleep. Roger softly chuckled and whispered to her, “Sweet dreams, my lion cub.” He lightly kissed her cheek and tucked her in before leaving her room and heading back downstairs to the basement studio.

*My POV*

By the time I woke up, the sun was still out and when I turned to look at my clock I saw that it was 4:15pm. I also took notice that beside me was a plate of pizza. I smiled softly knowing that the guys must’ve ordered in so I took the pizza and as I took a bite, it was still pretty warm so it must’ve been very recent that they ordered it in.

I ate up the pizza and felt like I had died and gone to heaven then once that slice was gone, I hoped they at least saved me another slice because now I’m beginning to feel the nipping of hungry chew at my stomach, you know that feeling when your stomach feels like it’s chewing on itself when you’re so hungry.

I walked back towards the studio and I could hear the distinct chatter of the boys.

“But see if we come in at 16 then that changes the entire tempo of the song.” I heard Brian say.

“But for a brief moment, then we can go back into the original tempo of it.” Roger’s voice said.

“I don’t think she’d like that, we’ll just ask her if it’s what she wants. I’d hate to be blamed for ruining her vision.”

“Well thankfully you don’t have to wait anymore.” I spoke up. The three of them turned around and Deacy said.

“Well someone looks well rested.”

“I feel well rested. Thanks for always looking after me guys.”

“No thanks are needed lovely.” Said Roger.

“So,” I hopped off the last couple of steps and walked towards them and said, “What have you boys done to my song?” I was then given my sheets of paper by Brian and the four of us went over the song.

“And you said that by the end of the chorus you wanted the piano?” asked Roger.

“Yes, I’ll take over from there at that point. I think the acoustic won’t come back till literally the end.”

“Okay done.”

“Hey, can I run something by you guys?” I asked. Their attention turned towards me and I continued, “So for the second chorus, I can’t decide whether to go up or down. I mean not to sound conceded, but both sound sexy and chilling. It’s been bugging me for days now.”

“Hmm, I think I might have an idea.” Said Brian.

“Lay it on my Bri. At this point I’m desperate. I’ll do anything except have a recording play over during the reception.”

“How about we make this a duet? Roger can assist you during the second chorus.”

“A duet?”

“He’s right. You both blend well with your voices together, if you guys can do what you both did for ‘Shallow’ I think it’ll do good.” Deacy confirmed.

“Rog?” I turned towards him.

“I don’t mind.”

“Okay let’s take it from this part. Now which word are you thinking about doing the blending of both high and low note?” asked Brian.

“At the word ‘take’ towards the bottom just before the chorus ends.” I answered.

“Okay so you’ll go down (y/n) while Roger goes high.” We both nodded as Brian sat by the piano and began playing the tune and I sang the last two lines of the second verse before both Roger and I came in at the second chorus.

Our voices blending perfectly together with my low alto range and his raw high range that he’s known for in Queen. And when it came time for the divide, Deacy reminded us of who was going up and who was going down. When the moment came, Deacy pointed down to the ground in my direction while he pointed up towards Roger’s direction.

As I heard the note that I had imagined, I literally had goosebumps going up my arm and shivers went up my spine. As I sang the last part of the chorus for my solo, I literally squealed.

“THAT’S IT!!!” And then like clock-work and after resting, the bridge suddenly came to me as I began playing the piano and singing the bridge that was coming to me like the flick of a switch.

The boys kept track of what I sang so that I wouldn’t lose it and as the workshop continued the song was slowly coming together until it was finally ready. I was now in the booth running the full track of the song and once it was done, the boys smiled at me from the opposite end of the booth and Brian said.

“Beautiful darling.” I smiled and was overjoyed.

Dress; check

Song for the bride-groom dance; check

Location for wedding/reception; check

RSVP checklist; check

Bridesmaids/groomsmen/matron and best man; check

Song for the Father-daughter dance; check, check and check

The check list for the wedding was coming along greatly. Within the next few days I then flew back to America to help with Jack and the two of us continued to prepare for the wedding.

Months passed and it was just a week before the wedding. The boys and their families flew out to America to get settled into the hotels they were staying at as well as the show up for any duties that they were required to do in order to help decorate the venue.

We had actually gotten a lot done in such a short amount of time. Currently I was up in Jack’s bedroom at his place. Veronica and Laura were with me, Laura was watching as her mum was currently working on my eyebrows, doing a home-style doctoring of them. I was holding the mirror while she used the tweezers to pluck out my furry eyebrows and make them look nice and thin before the wedding.

“C’mon now love stay still.” I groaned and whimpered in pain as she plucked hair after hair of my left eyebrow. She apologized every now as well as saying she just needed a couple more. Finally the torture stopped. “Sorry love.”

“Not too much arch V I don’t wanna be like,” I then mocked a fake gasp as I raised my brows as high as I could “The president and the Queen of England are having a steamy affair.” The two of us giggled and she said as she came back towards my face.

“Okay wait, wait, wait watch out let me get this one now.” She then pulled the hair out and I groaned as I rubbed around it trying to ease the pain as Veronica continued, “From furry to fierce girl, Jack won’t know what hit him. Don’t you think so Laura?” She cooed at her daughter.

“You look like a princess auntie (y/n).” she said.

“Aww thank you baby, say want me to do yours next?” I said as I tugged her into my lap and playfully tickled her making her squirm as we heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Veronica called out. Opening the door was none other than Deacy. “Hello my husband.”

“Hey Deacy.”

“Oh Veronica’s day spa?” he teased which made us laugh. “Veronica love, we should be getting back to the hotel. Brian was just putting the boys into bed.”

“Yeah you’re right. Let me just talk with (y/n) about a couple more things and I’ll meet you down in the car.” Veronica said.

“Very well, but you better be in the car in the next 5 minutes.” Said Deacy as he walked up to his wife and the two of them kissed each other’s cheek. He then came around towards me and kissed my cheek and said, “Goodnight love.”

“Night brother of mine.” I said as I pecked his cheek back.

“Alright you c’mon along. Maybe you can be an example for your mother and your aunt.” Deacy said to Laura as he picked her up. She tiredly rubbed her eyes and let out a soft yawn.

“Goodnight Laura-bear.” I said.

“Night-night auntie (y/n).” she said as she leaned up against her daddy’s shoulder. Deacy wrapped his arms around her and carried her out of the room. I smiled warmly and said to Veronica.

“You both are just too damn cute together. I swear it’s like you both were meant to be.”

“Ehh he’s alright.” She teased which made me playfully shove her making her laugh. “Nah John’s great. When I was pregnant with Robert I was so scared he wouldn’t want anything to do with him because we were so young, but he popped the question right then and there and vowed to stay by my side for every morning sickness, every appointment and every milestone for not only him but for every child we would have in the future.”

“And you both have made 4 perfect little angels. I only hope Jack and I can be just like you guys.”

“Sweetie, a word of advice. Just be you and Jack. Your story may have some similarities to John and I, but never try to follow our example. You both make your own stand and your own marks in life. Believe me even John and I have made mistakes in the past. Not every couple is perfect, no matter how it seems on the outside. But I do hope you and Jack find happiness together. After all you’ve been through, you deserve this honey.”

“Yeah.” I sighed heavily and said, “I just wish they were here to see this day. I bet my dad would be a blubbering mess right about now and my mum would be frantically trying to make sure everything was in place.”

“They’re always watching you sweetheart. When someone we love leaves us, they’re never really gone. And I know they’d be so happy for you right now. Just like we all are.” She stroked my cheek and we both hugged and kissed each other goodnight. She walked out of the room and soon her and Deacy left Jack’s home and soon enough Jack had come into the bedroom.

“Hey love.” I said with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said as he came into bed and pulled me close to him. His arm wrapped around my back, drawing random patterns along my spine while I cupped the side of his face as the two of us lay there face to face of each other. “Can you believe in one week we’ll finally be husband and wife?”

“It seems like it was only yesterday when you popped the question before millions of people at Madison Square Garden.”

“I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

“And I can’t wait to call you my husband.” He smiled and leaned forward and kissed me softly. His free hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek and as we separated and pressed our foreheads together. “So, you got your bachelor party assembled?”

“Yeah, Jared and Jensen are taking me up to a lodge up in Colorado this weekend along with the rest of the groomsmen.”

“Promise not to have too much fun and end up falling in love with a hot ski girl?”

“She won’t even compared to you. Promise me you won’t fall in love with a male stripper?” I laughed softly and said.

“Don’t worry, the girls will keep an eye on me during our spa retreat in Huston.” Jack then reached over and turned out the lights and the two of us cuddled together before finally falling asleep.

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