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theworldofotps · 4 years ago

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Silent Stranger (Part 1)

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Reader Word Count: 2,377 Description: New to NXT, Y/n makes some new friends who warn her to stay away from one of their coworkers. Misunderstood and silent Dexter can’t help but admire the new woman at work.

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Dedicated to the sweet anon who said they would like to read some Dexter fics in the future. And I had been planning to but never had an idea, my sweet friend Rachael gave me this idea which I love. Anon I really hope you like this, and thank you so much @new-zealand-chic for all your help. Xx

Warning: Povs switch between first and third person throughout the fic. They are separated by ~~~ so hopefully you don’t get confused. ____________ Tag list:

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“Glad you could finally join us Y/n we’ve heard some amazing things from the PC about you, I truly hope you enjoy working here with us at NXT.”

“Thank you so much Hunter I really appreciate it, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

I smile shaking his hand, standing I pull my bag over my shoulder following behind him as he leads the way from his office.

“I’ve already gone ahead and asked Shotzi to show you around just until you learn the ropes and know where everything this. She was thrilled to be the welcome committee, any questions you have just go ahead and ask her.”

“Thank you that takes away some of the nervousness I had.”

Following Hunter, down a few halls, we come to the back area where a few superstars were sat at tables doing their own thing or eating.

“Hey Shotzi come here for a moment please.”

I watch as an energetic woman comes over quickly her green hair standing out brightly, at least I wouldn’t lose or mistake her for someone else.

“What’s up boss?”

“This is Y/n, she’s the new superstar I was talking to you about the other day.”

“Of course the one I’m showing the ropes to, it’s so nice to meet you I hope that you enjoy working with us here.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to met you too I really appreciate you helping me.”

“You’re welcome, it’s no trouble at all I know how hard it can be when you first get here and who better to befriend on your first day than me?”

Shotzi laughs and lets out a little howl then hooks her arm with mine quickly leading me away from Hunter who chuckles waving. Walking around Shotzi points out a bunch of different areas and even introduces me to a few of the other wrestlers sitting or walking around.

“What do you think so far?”

“It’s great better than I ever dreamed it could be I’m honestly so excited that this is going to be my life.”

Smiling as we sit at a table with some bottles of water and a bag of chips to share I look around watching everyone.

“Is this everyone?”

“No way, there are some in other parts of the building working out and some didn’t come in today. But you’ll see most of them on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.”

“Okay got it.”

I say eating a few of my chips as nervous as I was to be finally here I was more excited and hoped to befriend some of my coworkers.

“Once you’ve finished eating we can head over to one of the practice gyms and do some work to practice for whatever match you end up having first for your debut.”

“Sounds good to me I’m more than ready to get started.”

Shotzi smiles at me patting my back as we make small talk finishing our snack then heading off to find a ring to work out in. ~~~~~~~ Dexter walks quietly down the hallway he had just finished a match and gotten a shower. Since he wasn't needed for anything else tonight he was going home. Adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder, he gets halfway through the center before feeling a smaller body crash into his from behind. Thinking it was someone doing an unexpected promo he quickly turns around stopping when he sees the new woman that joined NXT a few weeks ago.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to run into you. I'm trying to hide from my friend and wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She says and gives him an apologetic smile, Dexter offers his hand helping the woman up off the floor looking her over to be sure she wasn’t hurt then gives an incline of his head. She was trying to keep her balance as she adjusted her shoe. Hearing someone call her name he turns and leaves continuing on his way to the parking lot. Not noticing the woman left standing behind, staring after him. Getting into his car he starts it pulling out of the lot and driving back home.

That was the first time he had seen her face to face, the last few weeks she was at Full Sail he had taken a genuine interest in her. He had learned a little about her having overheard conversations with their coworkers while he was eating lunch. He honestly was kind of hoping to run into her sooner or later and found himself wanting to befriend the woman. He just wasn't sure how to go about it, maybe it was just best for him to be silent and wait. It was what he did best and he really didn't want to let people know he was curious about her.

The drive from Full Sail to his house was filled with a little music playing on the radio. Other than that his mind was just wondering, he couldn't help but smile when he moved and the faint scent of your perfume hit his nose. You hadn't even touched him for that long. Parking in the garage once home he goes inside. Dexter was more than ready to sleep; he just needed to brush his teeth and change into pajamas. Stepping into his bedroom Dexter begins stripping crawling into bed once he is changed and settled. He was excited to go back to work to see you.

~~~~~~~~~ Looking up from my book I smile seeing Finn walk into my room carrying a small vase full of flowers.

"Y/n delivery."

"Hey Finn, wow those are beautiful where did they come from?"

"I don't know I was coming to see if you wanted to grab lunch with Shotzi and I. They were sitting on the floor outside your door and there is a card that says. 'Hope you enjoy these flowers, they pale in comparison to you.'"

“Awe that’s so sweet.”

Standing I took the flowers, smelling them then reading the card, it was typed out so I wasn’t able to find out from handwriting who sent them.

“I wonder why they didn’t sign their name.”

“Well if you ask me I think you have an admirer.”

“Oh come on Finn I haven’t even been here that long how could someone admire me?”

Setting the flowers on my small table I read over the card once more as he sighs dramatically and sits down next to me.”

“Because you’re an awesome person who just seems to draw people in even when you don’t mean to. I know you don’t feel like you’re good at making friends but people just can’t help but want to be around you.”

“If you hadn’t trained me at the PC would you have felt that way when I came here?”

“Probably then again I don’t know, being the champ makes me busy so it’s a probability but I’m sure we would have become friends quickly anyway.”

“Awe that’s sweet of you.”

Pinching his cheek lightly I laugh as he swats my hand away standing back up and stretching.

“You wanna go get some lunch?”

“Yes I’m hungry.”

Standing I grab my phone pocketing it and following Finn from the room shutting the door behind me, placing my arm through his grinning.

”Lead the way Prinxey.”

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Dexter watches from the shadows as Finn picked the flowers up that he had left for y/n, he really hoped that you liked them. Waiting until you left he walked over with a small gift box full of a few things for a self care day. Opening the door a crack he slides the gift in, he didn’t want to invade your privacy by going all the way in. And he was thankful you hadn’t remembered to lock the door before you left. Closing your door gently Dexter quickly leaves just to keep anyone from spotting him. Going back to his room he sits down to start on a drawing he was doing for you.

For the next month Dexter left you small gifts, drawings and notes just something to make you smile. Nobody could tell you who it was doing this all and he couldn’t believe his luck that you hadn’t found out it was him yet. You two still had no communication apart from the night you ran into him. He was good at staying hidden and to be honest he was nervous about how you’d react. It wasn’t any secret that a lot of people thought he was weird and even a bit scary. But the few people he had managed to befriend they all stayed out of each other's intimate relationships. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to go changing that now. ~~~~~~

"I can't for the life of me figure out who's been sending these gifts."

"Have you gotten any new ones lately?"

Looking across the table at Johnny whose wife I was currently feuding with, I nod my head. Reaching into my bag I pull out the most recent picture. Handing it to him I watch as he looks it over then shows it to the guy beside him.

"I can almost guarantee you that it's Lumis, he's the only person around here I've seen that draws like this."

Johnny says and hands the picture back with a chuckle.

"Which one is he?"

I ask as if I didn't already know, I had been paying attention to Lumis since that night I ran into him. There was just something about his presence that made me want to know more about him.

"He's that really tall guy kind of blonde colored hair, mustache and muscles he wears those leather gloves when he wrestles."

Johnny says and then points towards the door over my shoulder.

"That one right there, aye Dexter! Are you the one sending these weird pictures to Y/n?"

"Like you'd actually stand a chance?"

The guy sitting with Johnny laughs loudly, frowning I watch as Dexter stops in his tracks staring at our table. He quickly turned away leaving the catering area.

"Why would you do that?"

"Oh come on y/n don't worry or waste your time on Lumis he's a freak that's why he stays to himself."

Johnny listens to his friend before turning his attention back towards me.

"You'd do your best to stay away from him y/n honestly."

"I think that should be my choice to make and right now I'm going after him. I suggest you two find something else to do then be awful to someone who just doesn't wanna talk to people."

Grabbing my things I quickly leave the catering area looking down the hallways. I had no idea where Dexter had gone or even what room he stayed in. Pulling my phone out I text Finn.

Y/n🎶⭐: Do you know where Dexter's room is?

Hitting send I begin walking around if Finn couldn't help me I may have to find a staff member who could.

Finn😈👑: It's one hall down from mine left turn

Finn😈👑: Why?

Y/n🎶⭐: Cause Johnny thinks he's the one that's been sending me the pictures and gifts and they called him out on it and I think they made him feel bad

Y/n🎶⭐: So I wanna talk to him

Finn😈👑: Dexter doesn't really talk to anyone here except for the few people that he's friends with

Y/n🎶⭐: It's worth a shot

Finn😈👑: Just be careful and if you need anything let me know

Y/n🎶⭐: I know thanks Finn

Pocketing my phone I make my way down the hallways heading for Finn's room. Once past it I go down turning left. I look at the doors, not all the superstars had their own changing rooms but Dexter's was one of the only few back here. Taking a deep breath I knock on the door then step back to wait and see if he opened the door.

"Hi Dexter."

I wave after he opens the door.

"Can I come in please?"

Dexter steps out of the way after a moment of hesitation, stepping inside I walk a little farther in his room and look around. He motions to the couch, smiling at him I sit down fiddling with my fingers in my lap.

"We haven't formally met apart from me running into you, I'm Y/n. I wanted to come and apologize for how Johnny and whatever his friend's name treated you. I didn't think showing him the picture would cause that, I was just hoping he could help me figure who sent it."

Pulling out the picture I place it on the small coffee table between us.

"Did you do this? Are you the one who's been giving me the flowers, little gifts and drawings."

Watching Dexter rub a hand against his neck then nods his head, smiling at his gaze darting around the room I place it back in my bag.

"I want to thank you for everything. It was really sweet of you. You don't have to be embarrassed about it either if you were, I'm actually quite flattered."

I explained looking around the room, he hadn't said anything yet and I wasn't sure what else to really say.

"I know you don't really say much but maybe would you like to exchange numbers? I think we could be really good friends, and it would be easier for you."

Dexter nods and grabs his phone, swapping we put our names in and I hand it back.

"Well I guess that I better go, I have a practice match coming up and I don't wanna miss out. Thank you again."

Standing I walk to the door Dexter holding it open for me, stepping out I turn giving his hand a light squeeze then quickly making my way back towards my room. I felt really good about how it went and I hoped we could be friends. Stopping at my door when my phone goes off I pull it out smiling.

D. Lumis👁️👁️: Would you like to go get coffee or something sometime? Maybe Wednesday morning?

Y/n💮: I would love to😊

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phantom-curve · 4 years ago

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someday this will have a real title pt. 3

wow this one got away from me a lil bit. did I use it as an excuse to listen to Wake Up on repeat for an hour? yes. did I cry while writing it? yes. do with that information what you will.

I really like how this is turning out. honestly, thinking of writing a companion piece from Luke’s POV once I finish Julie’s. also, I realized while writing this that Luke basically ‘poofs’ into Julie’s space every time he interacts with her even though he’s not a ghost and I love that consistency.

still have no idea how long this will be, so thanks for just going on this adventure with me!

tag list: @blue-hat-girl, @lwhoscribbles (thank you! honestly, they’ve got such strong voices writing these characters is a delight. also, titles are hard), @bluefyoto94 (thank you!), @5sosmukefan, @moonlightxnder, @leahthewonder lemme know if you want to be added!

The second the entrance of Los Feliz High School was in her sight, Julie was unbuckling her seatbelt, bolting out of the car in a mad dash to escape into the academic institution. Luke didn’t even have time to fully park the car before she had slipped out of it, her curly head disappearing into the mass of students surging through the front doors as the first bell began to ring. Social etiquette dictated that she wait around long enough to at least thank Luke for the ride, but honestly, social etiquette could suck a fat one. She had been dealing with fake social graces for the last year and frankly, she was sick of all of the bullshit. She didn’t feel particularly inclined to extend said graces to overconfident band boys intent on disrupting her carefully constructed routine.

For the last year Luke had been content to ignore her presence in the few classes they shared, perfectly happy basking in the glory of being an upperclassman with unprecedented musical talent. Luke knew exactly where he was going and how he was going to get there. He didn’t stop to wait for the school to hook him up with gigs, he went out and made the shows happen for his band himself. Julie had always admired his confidence, wished she could be more like him.

She hadn’t always loved the cockier side to his attitude though. He had a tendency to act like god’s gift to music and it drove her insane considering there were kids at this school that worked just as hard as him but wouldn’t ever make it quite as far. Not everyone could be born with that kind of talent, but that didn’t mean he had to rub other people’s faces in it! She should know, hadn’t she always been complimented on her musical ability before anything else? And now that she didn’t have that same gift to offer up to the masses, wasn’t she just another forgotten face in the crowd?

Head low, shoulders hunched against the onslaught of emotion, Julie pushed her way through the morning crowd of students. She didn’t look up until she knew her locker would be in front of her, and even then she only lifted her head long enough to bury it inside of the metal box, pretending she was searching for the schoolbooks already in her backpack.

“Hey, under achiever.”

The familiar voice was warm, the nickname affectionate instead of insulting. It pulled a reluctant smile from Julie as she turned to meet her best friend’s gentle gaze.

“Hey, disappointment.”

Flynn gave her a little hip bump and a sad smile. Oh. So, word had already spread around the school.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Julie hefted her backpack higher on her shoulder, one hand reaching to pull her hat low. Too late she recognized how her own actions almost mirrored Luke’s earlier. Flynn, best friend that she was, linked her arm through Julie’s and began to lead them down the hallway towards homeroom.

“Okay.”

Julie breathed a sigh of relief. Her best friend could be like a dog with a bone sometimes, unable to let any perceived injustice go without a fight. She was thankful she had avoided whatever rant Flynn had at the ready for the time being.

“But we’re gonna have to talk about it eventually, Jules. You can’t just let them kick you out! You’re Julie Molina! Voice of an angel! Queen of-!”

Or maybe not. Flynn’s declarations cut off immediately at the cold look Julie sent her way.

“Right, don’t wanna talk about it.”

Julie nodded fiercely, unmoved by Flynn’s disappointed sigh as she pulled out of her grasp and slipped into her desk. Flynn hadn’t lost her mom and her ability to play music all at once. Flynn didn’t have the entire school breathing down her neck. Flynn’s life wasn’t falling apart in front of her eyes. Flynn didn’t get to judge. Head down, Julie fought back the feelings of shame and guilt, focusing on her anger instead.

She made it through most of the day like that, relying solely on the fuel her fury provided to get her through her classes. Until her last two classes of the day. Composition and Solo Vocal Studies. Except, she wasn’t in those classes anymore. She had been dropped from them like the useless failure that she was. Her dad still didn’t know, so there hadn’t been a meeting with the school to change her schedule. But she couldn’t just go to a class she had been asked to leave. The final bell rang, and Julie was left by herself in the empty hallways. She glanced at the closed classroom doors around her, feeling small and lost. Suddenly, the red-hot rage that had sustained her all day was doused by an overwhelming wave of sadness. She was alone.

Unable to stomach the thought of losing it in the middle of the school, Julie sprinted for the nearest exit. Her surroundings were a blur until she practically slammed into the metal doors, crashing her way outside. She took a few steps before doubling over on her knees, gasping for breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, focused on nothing more than the air going in and out of her lungs. It was breezy, the warm wind blowing her hair around, the wayward curls tickling her face. The sensation helped to ground her, and she finally opened her eyes, the panic receding as she stood. The door creaked open behind her. Julie stiffened at the noise. The hair on the back of her neck felt electrified, and she didn’t have to hear him speak to know who it was. A throat cleared.

“You, um...you dropped this.”

She heard fabric rustling, the soft swoosh of what must be his arm lifting. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, the frustration she’d been thriving on all day creeping in at the edges. She clung to it like a lifeline as she turned to meet his puppy dog eyes.

“What, are you stalking me or something?!”

Her voice was hoarse, not as strong or snappy as she had intended. She balled her hands into tight fists at her sides, ready to verbally attack as she leaned forward waiting for him to respond. He didn’t say anything, eyes soft as he looked down to where his hand was outstretched holding...her hat. Her hands flew to her head, landing on hair instead of the trusty ballcap she had kept perched there for the last year. So that’s how her curls had gotten loose earlier. Heat rose again, burning its way up from her chest to her cheeks to the tips of her ears. She snatched it out of his hands, shoving it back on her head with more force than necessary.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing. You, uh, bolted outta there pretty quick. Everything okay?”

She watched him bob slightly, like he couldn’t stop moving for even a second. His voice was melodic, somehow everything he said sounding like he was on the verge of bursting into song. In another life, she probably would have been charmed by him. Not in this life though.

“Fine. Looks like I’m done with school for the day I guess.”

She practically sneered at him. Something about his gentle prodding scratched at her. Everyone knew she was a disaster. Everyone knew she was out of the music program, a washed up has been before she had been able to even make it in the first place. He didn’t need to use the kid gloves with her.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you usually have...”

He trailed off, eyes downcast, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. She glared, not even noticing that he somehow knew her schedule.

“Yeah. Usually. Not anymore. So.”

He rocked back on his heels, hands shoved in his jean pockets, arms flexing in an unfairly aggressive display of hotness. His eyes were still looking at her with that same gentle expression. Like he cared. Her fingertips itched and she realized with a start that she desperately wanted to grab her keyboard and pound out an angry ballad about this...this too nice fuckboy with a pretty face and she could see the notes forming now and she could practically feel the smooth chill of the keys under her fingers and...she staggered backwards.

What the hell was that?! Her heart raced, adrenaline spiking. Oh no. No no no. She couldn’t want to play for this dumb boy. She hadn’t been able to play for her dad or her brother. She hadn’t been able to play for Flynn, hadn’t been able to play for her mother. She couldn’t even play for herself! What kind of special magic did Luke freakingPatterson possess that made her want to play again? It wasn’t fair.

“I gotta go.”

She swerved around him, reaching for the school doors. They held fast, locked from the inside. Her shoulders slumped. Just her luck.

“Hey, Julie?”

She didn’t answer, but it didn’t stop him.

“I’m really sorry about your mom. She was an incredible songwriter. You are too.”

The last part was said quietly but Julie heard it anyway. She couldn’t help but scoff as she turned to face him again. He stood perfectly still this time.

“How would you know that?”

His eyes, still so soft, crinkled a bit at the edges. Not a full smile, but she could tell he wanted to. Without breaking their stare down, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a worn, folded square of paper. Her gaze dipped, eyes widening. Her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t be. He held it out to her.

“I found it last year. In the practice room. I know I should have given it to you earlier, but there was never a right time. I’m sorry.”

Julie’s vision swam. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she reached out to take the paper he offered.

“I thought...I tried to...”

“I know.”

His voice was the sweetest croon as his fingers closed around hers, tucking the sheet music safely into her palm.

“I went back the next day, but...it was gone.”

“I’m so sorry. God, I should have had Alex give it to Flynn or something.”

“No.” She locked her eyes on his once more. “It wasn’t the right time.”

He gave her a small smile, bouncing just a bit on the balls of his feet again. And then, as if understanding that she needed this moment to herself, he gave her a small nod and disappeared around the side of the building. Julie closed her eyes for a moment, clutching the papers to her chest.

Last year, in a fit of heartbroken rage and unable to express herself through music like she had for her entire life, Julie had locked herself in the practice room after school and thrown an all-out tantrum. She had screamed herself sick, cried until she couldn’t breathe, and in a final fit of uncontrollable emotion, trashed the last song that she had written with her mother, finished just days before she took her last breath. It had been satisfying in the moment. A vow to give up the part of herself that was made up of her mother, cut the pain off at the source so to speak. She had regretted it the instant she woke up the next morning, but it was too late. By the time she got to school, the first student on campus even, the practice room had already been cleaned. The hollowed out, empty feeling of loss that had followed had been gut wrenching. The realization that she had thrown the last connection to her mother in the trash left a gaping hole in her heart. It had been a fitting punishment that Julie had never even gotten to play the final product. A fitting punishment that she would never play anything again.

Luke had just changed all of that. He had given her that piece of her heart back. Fingers trembling, she unfolded the pages. She traced the looping letters of her mother’s familiar handwriting, following the notes up and down the bars, the melody playing in her head as she read. At the very end, a final message she had missed before:

Julie, you can do it.

Love, Mom

It felt like coming home. Pages clutched to her heart once more, Julie leaned against the building, lifted her face to the sky, and wept.

#you guys this was supposed to be a fun lil writing exercise and now it's a full on fanfic #that's honestly v on brand for me #also this was supposed to be fluffy! blame julie for the angst!!#julie and the phantoms #jatp #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #luke x julie #julie molina #luke patterson #palina #Mads speaks #Mads writes #jatp ficlet #jatp fanfic #jule ficlet #juke fanfic #find the strength find the melody

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shaudo-of-a-doubt · 1 year ago

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Okay so I compiled some info on why people weren't getting on that ages ago and then for some reason saved it to drafts and didn't look at it again. I'm aware that the questions have already been answered, but I hate to let good ranting and research go to waste. Long post under the cut.

Gonna start with a dissemination of information on breeding for popularity in rant format, then add something helpful. Links to additional information imbedded in rant.

Borzoi popularity didn’t skyrocket until relatively recently and you do NOT want a dog breed to be produced to match sudden high demand. Rushing dog breeding is how you get entire breeds that are known for going crazy and/or suffering and/or dying from major health problems way before they’ve even gotten old.

If you want borzois for your normie ass you need to stop being a normie and start talking to breeders and making friends. Responsible breeders try to find good homes for their dogs’ puppies and if you’re just the casual, “I want this dog,” kind of buyer, selling to you is as good as selling to a perfect stranger.

Ex: (TW: discussion of animal illness/death) You bought a dog, paired it to one of yours, they had two litters before a puppy from the first litter died of Borzoi Sudden Death, a fatal heart arrhythmia with genetic factors but NO available genetic tests, and now you have to keep your dog AND the bought dog out of the breeding process and take a good looooong look at both dog’s ancestries to maybe figure out where it came from. Additionally, you now have a dozen young dogs that you love, have to pay money to care for, and cannot realistically sell without warning the buyer that, “Hey, this dog may literally suddenly drop dead before it’s a year old, we’re really not sure. Good luck.” (And if that’s somehow okay with you, all the more reason to already know people who may know people who may someday need to rehome a potentially fragile dog.)

The thousands-of-dollars price tag reflects the costs of maintaining a genetic line including but not limited to the purchase of good supplies (so that if they get sick there isn’t the question of, “Is it genetic or does their food have a cumulative destructive effect on their health, making them more susceptible to this illness?”), the testing for technically genetically avoidable conditions common to the breed, the tests required by the breeding club, and the removal of bad genetics from the line.

Not covering these costs makes responsible breeding very expensive and it literally only takes ONE breeder to choose money over the welfare of the dogs to damage the future welfare of an entire breed.

Breeding clubs and breed standards sound very hoity toity and unnecessary but they’re a way of protecting the breed in such a way that future generations can go, “Wow, look at that weird horse-dog, look at how fucking fast it is, I want that in my house,” and love them just as much as you do.

Also, when asking for a cheap everyman borzoi that you can buy for less than a week’s pay on minimum wage, be aware that what you’re really asking for is puppy mills and the myriad animal abuses and animal welfare failures that accompany breeding to meet demand.

Now for the helpful part.

Since you’re obviously also searching shelters, lemme extend your search parameters to include some similar breeds so maybe you’ll get lucky and find something you want. Lists are noninclusive - you’ll definitely find more breeds to add with even a tiny bit of research.

Skinny Fast Dogs

Greyhound

Spanish Greyhound

Italian Greyhound

Whippet

Skinny fast with FRINGES

Afghan Hound

Saluki

Tazy

Taigan

BIG TOL FAST

Irish Wolfhound

Scottish Deerhound

American Staghound (or Lurcher)

Why are windhounds and borzois more rare than fuckin diamonds. it's annoying. I don't want to pay 5000 dollars for a purebred puppy,, where the hell are the normal ones at. They're super popular; you're telling me they just Don't Occur in shelters or whatever smh. It's a whole ass breed of dog you can't tell me there's just like. A handful of them in the whole state wtf is happening. Was there a disaster at the borzoi factory? is this gatekeeping from breeders?? Where are the borzois for normies someone get on that

#borzoi

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years ago

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Misser Star’

By @joyful-soul-collector for @wh0doyouthinkyouareiam!

For the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Helen Cho

Summary:

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” “The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?” “Oh wow--this is going to be fun.”

Peter gets his wisdom teeth taken out, and is a very silly lad

Story is under the cut, or you can read it on AO3!

Irondad Tag List: @phahbiyah @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars @clevermuffinalmondpeach @stuck-in-a-fictional-universe @canonismybitch @freckledmountain @not-your-housekeeper98 @misskirkstark @iron-loyalty

Lemme know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

“Misser Star’, there’s clouds i’ m’ mouth,” Peter mumbled around the cotton, staring at Tony with wide eyes. Tony laughed and pulled Peter’s hand away from his mouth, as he was trying to touch the “clouds”.

“Don’t mess with those, you need them to stop the bleeding,” Tony said with a small laugh.

“I’m bleeding!?” Peter said incredulously. Then he suddenly gasped and grabbed Tony’s arm, a panicked look on his face. “Do they know!?”

“Know what kid?” Peter looked around dramatically then yanked Tony’s arm closer so he could whisper in his ear.

“That I’m a spider,” he said. Tony snorted and gently worked his arm out of Peter’s death-grip.

“You’re good, kid. You’re at the compound, Helen was the one who operated on you. You remember Helen?”

“Karen?”

“No, Helen--”

“She’s my suit lady, she’s nice. But she can’t do tooth stuff Misser Star’--”

“No, kid, Helen was the one who did the work on your teeth, she’s a doctor--”

“I know who Helen is,” Peter said, as if Tony had told him this information several times before. Tony rolled his eyes and ruffled Peter’s hair, only to laugh when Peter raised his head and leaned into his touch, eyes slipping closed with bliss. He was like a little kitten, leaning into someone scratching behind its ear.

In fact he leaned so far he almost fell over, and Tony had to catch him by the shoulder, snorting at the panicked look on Peter’s face.

“Jesus, Dr. Cho gave you the Good Stuff didn’t she?”

“Had to, it was the only thing his metabolism wouldn’t immediately burn through,” Helen said, making Tony jump. “You two are alright to leave now, just make sure Peter doesn’t take that cotton out too early and give him some ice when the medicine wears off.”

“Thanks Doc,” Tony said. Peter made a noise of confusion and pointed at Helen.

“She’s not Doc Ock, Misser Star’! He has way more arms, and she’s way prettier,” Peter said. “I think you need new glasses.”

“I don’t even need glasses in the first place, kiddo,” Tony said with a snort, signing a couple papers Helen handed him.

“Oh yeah!? Then what are those!?” Peter said, pointing directly at the square sunglasses perched on Tony’s nose. Tony raised his eyebrows at him, the determined look on Peter’s face making it hard not to laugh.

“Sunglasses, not normal glasses,” Tony said, then he held out his arm. “Here lemme walk you back to the living quarters, I’m fairly certain you’re not gonna make it there yourself.”

“Why does the sun even need glasses?” Peter muttered as he pushed himself off the hospital bed, and almost immediately toppling over.

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?”

“Oh wow--this is going to be fun,” Tony said, steadying Peter as he stumbled down the hallway to the elevator.

Peter babbled on and on about random stuff on their way to the living quarters, Tony having to physically restrain him from pressing all the buttons in the elevator, and had to answer his questions about extremely odd yet mundane things like “why is the ceiling in the sky?” only for him to forget what he asked entirely.

When they finally arrived, Tony walked him to the couch and sat him down, and Peter immediately curled himself into a ball, knees tucked under his chin.

“Alright kid, you wait here while I call your Aunt and let her know everything went good, alright?” Tony said.

“Wait here,” Peter repeated, with a determined nod. “Waiting waiting waiting. Like a rock.”

At this point Tony had absolutely no clue what Peter was talking about so he just said “Sure, kiddo”, and ruffled his hair before he stepped away for a few minutes.

“Hey, Tony,” May said when she answered. “How’s he doin’?”

“He’s alright, pretty damn loopy but fine,” Tony said, leaning against the wall of the hallway. “I’m glad you came to me about this, I was right, a normal anaesthetic wouldn’t have stood a chance against his enhanced metabolism.”

May chuckled and Tony could hear the bustle of the hospital in the background.

“I don’t know what we’d do without you Tony,” she said. “Thank you so much--Oh, shoot, I gotta go--”

“No problem, May, I’ll take care of him till you get off work. Just call me when you’re done, I’ll drive him over,” Tony said. May thanked him at least ten times before hanging up, and Tony chuckled to himself, slipping the phone in his pocket.

“Misser Staaaaaaar’?” Peter’s voice said from around the corner. It had a rather guilty tone to it, and Tony quickly rounded the corner to see him.

Peter seemed to have tried to grab a blanket, and in the process, had gotten himself rather tangled in it, now lying horizontally on the couch and staring up at Tony with a wide-eyed expression.

“Got tangled in your own web, huh Spiderling?” Tony said, smiling down at him. “Probably for your own good anyway. Might just leave you like that so you don’t get yourself in more trouble.”

Peter frowned indignantly at him, and suddenly started trying to wiggle himself into an upright position, since clearly Tony was just gonna leave him to die like this. Tony rolled his eyes and helped him sit up, but as soon as he tried to get him untangled, Peter leaned away, looking confused.

“What?” Tony said.

“I’m a burrito Misser Star’,” Peter mumbled, snuggling himself further into the blanket. “Spider-Burrito. Or Spider-Sushi. Or Spider-Ravioli. Or--”

“Spiders In A Blanket?” Tony suggested, and Peter’s eyes got wide.

“Oh my god--I’m a spider, and I’m in a blanket!” Peter whisper-screamed. Then he burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the soft cushions of the couch so fast Tony thought he might give himself whiplash.

“Jesus--Just you existing scares me kiddo,” Tony muttered, deciding tv would probably be the best distraction. Just as long as it isn’t a comedy. Kid might break his neck, Tony thought. It’s a good thing Luke Skywalker isn’t played by Jim Carrey.

Peter stopped laughing immediately as the Star Wars theme began to play, though his loud, comical gasp proved it wasn’t just the medicine wearing off.

“I LOVE STAR WARS!” Peter shouted, making Tony jump.

“Jesus christ--I know ya dork,” Tony said, watching Peter bounce excitedly in his seat on the couch for a moment before sitting next to him. Peter flumped into Tony’s side, giving a deep, dramatic sigh of contentment. Tony couldn’t help but give him a little one-armed squeeze; he knew how much Peter loved hugs.

Though he couldn’t expect Peter to be silent for more than a few minutes, now could he?

“Hey Misser Star’?” Peter said.

“Hey Misser Parker?” Tony said, imitating Peter’s tone and voice.

“What if I was hungry?” he said, either ignoring or completely oblivious to Tony’s teasing.

“Um, I would get you something to eat? I think there’s some soup I could warm up for you,” Tony said, looking down at Peter with raised eyebrows. Peter looked skeptical at the idea of soup however.

“Mmm, but what if I’m only hungry for something cold?” he said.

“Uh… you want a smoothie?”

“Something sweet and cold.”

“Smoothies can be sweet.”

“Something chocolate and sweet and cold,” Peter said impatiently. Tony rolled his eyes and looked down at Peter, who put on a very mischievous grin. He sighed in defeat. He just couldn’t say no to that silly face.

“Your Aunt’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” Tony said, getting up with a groan.

“No she won’t! I’ll protect you! I’m Spider-Man!” Peter said, trying to take his hands out of his cocoon/burrito, but only succeeding in tangling himself more. Tony snorted, dragging a tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and scooping some out into a couple bowls. By the time he came back Peter had freed his arms and was rubbing his hands over the fluffy blanket, muttering to himself. Tony helped him take the gauze out of his mouth, which had a surprisingly small amount of blood on it, as it seems his enhanced healing had taken care of it.

Peter ate his ice cream happily, eyes closing with bliss.

“Ice cream is my best friend,” Peter said around his spoon. “‘Cept for Ned. And MJ. They’re better than ice cream, but ice cream is like… real good friendo. Ten outta ten, would go to the movies with ice cream.”

“Ha, me too kid,” Tony said, scraping the last remnants out before setting aside his bowl to focus better on the movie. He never cared much for Star Wars, but he couldn’t deny that the fight scenes were pretty awesome. Peter eventually nudged him with his bowl to say he was finished, and then went back to his original position against Tony’s side.

It wasn’t until the movie was over that Tony realized Peter had fallen asleep like that, curled up tightly in the blanket, his face pressed into Tony’s chest. Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair for a moment, smiling as Peter relaxed even further against him.

“You caught all that, right Fri?” Tony said, glancing up at the ceiling.

“Of course Boss,” Friday replied. “Shall I send you the file for you to view later?”

“That’d be perfect. If there’s anything that’ll be more hilarious than Peter getting stuck in a blanket, it’ll be how red his face gets when he sees himself getting stuck in a blanket.”

Peter didn’t even wake up as Tony lifted him off the couch and down the hall to his room. He whined a little when Tony laid him on his bed, but was quickly consoled by Tony’s fingers running through his hair again.

“Goodnight ‘Spider-Burrito.’”

#irondad #irondad fanfiction #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #spider-man #Iron Man #the friendly neighborhood exchange #Marko's Fanfiction

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sanfangirl-cynicalromantic · 7 months ago

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Ahhh okay thank you so much for the tag, @therentyoupay! I could never pass up a chance to gush over your writing so lemme just-

On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold. Okay, I love this! I like how it's a normal statement that can be read on its own but it leads into so much more, and as the reader I am eager to get on to the next sentence! You use the word 'lonely' to describe the house but there is kinda this promise of hope with the fact that it's sold, implying it will soon be filled with inhabitants.

“You see, Jack... There is more to being a Guardian than you may think..." Oooh mysterious. This sentence brings us straight to the lore, setting the scene for learning what exactly being a Guardian consists of and teases character growth as Jack learns and embodies the teachings! I don't think I've ever read at the center? At least not all of it recently enough to remember how it goes. I'm going to have to rectify that, of course. That sentence also doesn't seem like its taking place during the present, but rather a memory the main character is going to reflect on throughout the course of the story. Beautiful set up!

It was too late for winter. HOW is this not Jelsa? I mean how? I'm blown away. I love the setting. I've never gotten into Legend of Korra (sorry!) so I don't really know the characters, but that first sentence kinda gives me a feeling that the person speaking has a bit of a dry or cynical outlook on life. I bet they're a bit of an asshole. I love that. So we've gotten the time of year-ish, the temperature, and the character's opinion on the above in six words. Wow.

“On the contrary,” she says, slotting a hand over one cocked hip, sending shimmering fractals of reflected light across the inner walls of the glacier. So immediately I get this idea that 'she' (Elsa) is a sassy yet ethereal woman. She's contradictory with a cocked hip - when does that ever not mean sass? - and there's too much emphasis on the shimmering fractals of light and the fact she's on a glacier for her to be entirely normal. Also off topic but woman in white? I love Wilkie Collins that was a great book!

"What are you doing here?" she blurts out inelegantly, a little too loudly, and she thinks that someone might have heard her, but she's too pissed off to care. Haha, the snarky kinda asshole I guessed a little while ago, I think. So she's kinda self aware, or at least self conscious judging by how she views herself as inelegant and loud, and how she 'should' worry about being heard but right now her temper's getting the best of her. So she's already a clearly flawed character, and we're so ready to see what happens next? I mean, who is she talking to? Are they an ex? An annoying family member or friend? It's a long sentence (which is how I usually tend to write) but I like it (not just because I also tend to write that way) because those fragments are kind of like interjections from the character about themself. Does that make sense? Anyways we can't annoyed women they're hot and you're making me want to start to read these.

"You're," he rasps, throat run dry. "You're…" 👀 I saw a period. But oh, what a setup! By kinda thrusting us straight into the reveal you have us on the edge of our seat. What is about to be revealed? She's the long lost princess? She's betrayed him? Is it even a she? 'He' is also intriguing because we can see how much he's been affected, and wonder at the rest of his current state. I don't know what happens next - do you cut back to a couple lengths of time earlier to get us to the point you've hooked us on? It is masterfully done. I tend to keep my things chronological because that's mostly how I think, but I am so impressed by you and @impracticable-dreamer especially at your abilities to cut between different timelines and not only keep your narrative cohesive, but enhance it. Bravo

There is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her. Um, whoa. Stalker alert. So this kinda puts us all on edge because creepy weird guy staring? Never a good sign. Unless... So we're at the beach but you've immediately upended our natural lighthearted expectation of it being all fun and games and sunny weather by this stranger making us throw out guards up. It's unsettling, but I'm also trying not to 'aww' because I know what happens next! 😅

“Man,” Nino groans, accepting defeat at last, as he gives the golden elevator doors a vicious, vengeful kick. Dude I LOVE Nino!!!! Oooh so he's been clearly beaten down and isn't happy about it. "Golden elevator" hmm somewhere fancy? TELL ME MORE. 'Vicious, vengeful kick.' I love this bit because we're already in the action and wondering what on Earth could have caused such defeat. 'At last' implies it was going on for a while. "Man" makes me think that its kinda a mundane fight, though? Like not against a supervillain or anything, just like a thing or situation that could happen to anyone but is extremely unlucky. I don't read much Miraculous fanfiction and never totally got into it, but I watched it over my sister's shoulder so I know everything. I'm gonna have to read this. *rubs hands*

Seven minutes late. Whoa whoa whoa seven minutes late for what? Okay so you immediately throw us with this statement and all of a sudden we're desperate to know, what? Who's late and how much trouble are they going to be in? How important is whatever they were late for? I'm going to guess it's Jack who's late but if it was Elsa that would be super concerning! Should we be concerned or irritated or murderous? We're feeling something but we haven't decided what is it. Good job. I'm gonna have to read the second sentence now. And the third. Until the end of the fic.

“...the fuck is this?” Aaaah so here like you've said you throw us immediately into conflict. Who's speaking and to whom? What is 'this'? Also, funny. We immediately like this person because we've all had those moments. We want to laugh and roll our eyes and we're hooked. We're not even gonna fight as you reel us in. And the last line of that specific fic is like literally how I found you and thought "holy shit ... this person is amazing" and now I call you Kris so excuse me while I get a little emotional. (ily)

So, you tend to favor dialogue the most when opening from what I've noticed, but when you don't it's usually in a short, concise sentence that immediately sets a tone and grabs the reader's attention. Seven minutes late. Winter is late. Apparently you shouldn't be late when it comes to these things. The house was sold. I personally think I like these sentences a little more because I love the kind of connection between narrator and reader. I dislike first person POVs but I really enjoy when the author is kinda telling the audience things without acknowledging the audience. We're in the character's thoughts, but they don't know we are. It give me this unfiltered feel that makes me eager to explore their head and world and perspective.

But the dialogues are also really good. I enjoy the different quirks you give these characters by how they say these things or they're reacting. Their throat is dry, they're kicking a door. They're sassing somebody. They're pissed off. I'm just instantly immersed in the conversation and I love it. I want to join in.

I'm not sure if I had any groundbreaking ideas (probably not) but I loved gushing over these sentences! And now I really need to go (re)read them all!

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern! i chose most of the most recent ones, then a few of the ones with the most kudos, and then a few of the ones that i just really really really like the opening lines of!! thank you, @salamandersocks, for tagging me!!

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On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold.

“You see, Jack... There is more to being a Guardian than you may think..."

It was too late for winter.

“On the contrary,” she says, slotting a hand over one cocked hip, sending shimmering fractals of reflected light across the inner walls of the glacier.

"What are you doing here?" she blurts out inelegantly, a little too loudly, and she thinks that someone might have heard her, but she's too pissed off to care.

"You're," he rasps, throat run dry. "You're…"

There is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her.

“Man,” Nino groans, accepting defeat at last, as he gives the golden elevator doors a vicious, vengeful kick.

Seven minutes late.

“...the fuck is this?”

my thoughts below!! 💕 @salamandersocks and i have similar tastes!! i seem to favor:

opening lines that immediately immerse me in a specific emotion or situation (curiosity, anticipation, mystery), and stuff that hints at deeper complexity and "clues ahoy!!"

i also like slightly unsettling lines ("there is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her") for mystical stories like the mermaid!au

i also like when really specific or short lines can drop a reader IMMEDIATELY into a specific context; conversely, i like when the first line gives the reader a feeling and the second line gives a location!

i also realize i like throwing characters into emotional / interpersonal conflict immediately lmao ("... the fuck is this?" / "what are you doing here?" / "on the contrary" / "man")

i shall tag a whole bunch of people too, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#therentyoupay #writing #writing analysis #sentence challenge

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princesscas · 4 years ago

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Hi! I have a question. I haven’t been heavily involved in tumblr/social media for a while. I had stopped watching supernatural for a couple of years and just got back into it. I ship destiel, but sometimes things about wincest come up. I keep seeing things about people not wanting to “ship shame” which you just mentioned as well, and I’m just confused. How is it okay that people ship two brothers? Like they are actual brothers on the show?? I don’t care that they’re not irl. I don’t know who the N girl you’re talking about is but apparently she cares about canon, so how can she like it? And why is it wrong for people to condemn people for shipping two brothers, when that is the thing inherently wrong? Like it’s disgusting... it’s not about them being guys, it’s incest... Again, I just don’t get it and I hope I don’t come off as rude! Thank you!

Nah, you’re not rude at all! Never ever like them. I’m still upset about what happened two days ago so what the hell, tea time!

To start off, I believe that everyone can ship whatever like like as long as they aren’t sending hate to others. Take a look at this (lengthy) post about ship wars. People can ship whatever they want, end of story. Doesn’t really matter anyway because people are gonna do what they wanna do. Do I like those types of ships like you described above? No, but it’s none of my business to tell others what they can and cannot ship. Sometimes I read darkfics. That isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and that’s okay. Is the post/fanfic properly tagged with such elements? Then it’s fine. Start hyjacking posts/leaving nasty comments? That’s 1000% not fine and it never will be.

Something that doesn’t get brought up enough: There is a vast difference between an ordinary w//cest shipper and a J-two-squared tinhatter who believes the said two actors are secretly gay, their wives are beards, they hate mish, everyone who doesn’t like w//cest are wrong, etc.

Now, it’s on the shipper if they start normalizing such things. (in//st, unhealthy, etc) And the rabid obsessed (N&Co) hate-everything-that-breathes crew is a prime example of this.

This thing is already long so why not throw out some receipts, huh? IMO, you cross that ‘ship whatever you want’ line when you do this:

...I ship an angel and a human my dude. (and two 100 yr old super soldiers, I wonder what they think about stucky lol) also jesus christ the rest of that is a mess.

/tw: biphobia here./ REAL bisexuals? “oh you aren’t bisexual if you like one angel and a hunter.” And they’re obsessed with calling everyone ‘teenager girls.’ This is not only wrong but also pretty damn transphobic and misogynistic. 1) Most people have aged over the years (wow that’s crazy right?) 2) trans, nonbinary, and gender fluid people exist.

Overall, these people are a horrible bunch. They’re obsessed with preaching to people about ‘tagging properly’ when they could take it upon themselves and use a blacklisting extension. Or just block every single blog they don’t like. These people are a very small portion of the fandom but they’re loud, they want you to think they make up all of the fandom but they don’t. Not even close, when other in general posts gets thousands of notes/retweets and theirs get maybe a couple hundred. (and a lot are from reblogs for replies)

Not gonna lie, I feel the need to defend w//cest shippers because I’ve known/have/had mutuals who do ship it and they’re nice as can be.

The loud bunch are so loud, it silences the others who partaking in normal fandom things. Or really, if I were them, I wouldn’t want to associate myself with those people.

Let’s pretend for a second. Imagine if you loved a ship (it could be any ship from any fandom) but the fandom is toxic as hell and the most ‘popular/well known’ blogs/artists/writers are these people. Fandom corners have history on the way they were built upon throughout the course of the fandom’s media.

You browse the tags, the blogs, the fanfics, and find yourself staring at a hateful group of cult-like bigoted people. But wait. These people? They don’t like fanfiction or fanon. No, they hate anyone who writes anything outside of textbook canon. Any characters outside of SW/DW/JW won’t be present. (if you’re curious or are brave enough, go look at the AO3 tag, it’s sad)

I try to be empathetic with people. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine what it’s like. To love a show so much with your favorite ship but one part dislikes it and another part are so inherently hateful.

The OP deleted but this thread on Reddit is exactly what I’m talking about. And they mentioned something else I think not many people bring up: OT3′s.

I’m gonna quote this but it’s 1000% true.

“What I can't for the life of me understand though is why people would hate on Misha as an actor because of his role on the show. I've seen a lot of Misha hatred - and I mean A LOT of it. In fact, I recently went through the anti-misha tag on tumblr and blocked over 200 tumblr accounts that either were dedicated to bashing him or castiel, or posted constantly about it.”

“It's really nuts to me that people would choose to put so much time and effort into hating an actor who hasn't done anything to them personally or hasn't even affected their lives, when they could be putting good feelings into praising the actors who have affected their lives in a good way instead if you feel me.”

Constantly is the key word here. I don’t think these people ever stop, not even for one second, to sit down and say, “God this is exhausting, I think I need a break this week.” I really dislike these people but I also feel empathetic for them. What is their mental health like? It isn’t healthy. Go show a therapist this, they’d probably quit on the spot. (okay prob not but that’s my best example atm)

This has gotten extremely long so I think I’ll stop here. There are some nice people out there who will ship things you don’t like but a toxic side can make it seem much worse than it actually is. Ironically, it’s usually the opposite. (ie: voltron’s’s toxic side scaring off other shippers of that fandom)

Lemme end this with pre!serum smol Steve and his legendary quote:

#i just try to be nice man #i need to go finish my fanfc instead of talking about this lol #fandom things #mandy answers anon #drama for ts #anti bibros #anti bronlies #Anonymous #tw wincest #tw incest

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dayasbun · 5 years ago

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Fame - Angus Cloud (6)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 {reading now}

“Okay! So all we’re doing today is the makeout scene, sound good?”

You and Angus nodded, both sitting on the poster bed with cameras surrounding you.

“What did I do?” He muttered to you for the tenth time that afternoon, and just like the other nine times, you didn't respond. Just hours before, Z had properly informed you of Angus’s secret girlfriend, someone he clearly had a thing with-but made sure to tell you nothing of.

THAT MORNING...

“Z!” You rushed over to her, your eyes wide as Storm came up beside you two.

“You have to film in an hour don’t you?” Zendaya questioned, quickly pulling out her phone. You nodded giving Storm a quick smile.

“Yeah, and you already know what I have to film-”

“Mmmmm right, you gotta make out with Angus, trust me we know. Everybodys talking about it, they won’t let us on set to watch y’all though, we tried.”

“I can’t stand you two,” You laughed shaking your head “Anyway, you know why I’m here. What you find out about Angus? That you texted me about last night? And make it quick, I gotta go to hair and makeup in a bit.”

“I’m debating if we should tell you before or after you film your scenes…”

“You basically already told her Ms. Blabbermouth, so just tell her the full thing.” Storm said to Z with a shrug.

“I am not a blabbermouth! I think its just right that she knows!”

“Then tell me Daya, come on!”

“Okay, okay. So my social media is set up so that when someone is following me I can see who follows them that I also follow without even clicking on- this doesn’t make sense, anyway! This girl followed me and the only person following her that I also follow was Angus. I didn’t think much of it, shes public so I wanted to check out her pictures cuz I was bored. She doesn’t have that many followers, but this girl is hot. Like I’m not even gay and she’s fine as hell, that’s why I was going through her pictures because she was just so gorg-”

“She’s pretty, I get it, can we move on?”

“Oh- Sorry. So yeah, I’m scrolling and I get to this picture of her on some man’s lap right? You cant see his face or anything, and there’s no tag. This was posted last month by the way. So there’s no tag or caption, but guess who commented?!”

“Wild guess, Angus?”

“Exactly! And guess what he said?”

“I don’t have time or patience for guessing right now-”

“He commented- and I quote, ‘Baby I miss you, sit on my lap again’ with those nasty thirst trap emojis! So I’m like wait a minute! And I’m going through her pictures now for a whole other reason. I find out they been dating since 2017 and she has a million pictures with him on her page all booed up but get a load of this- she literally never tags him. She always tags this other guy named Steve.”

You let out a huff and crossed your arms. “That’s fucked up. Real fucked up.”

“Yeah, I kn-”

“But I am not going to let it affect me today. I have to make out with him either way for our scene, so being petty isn’t necessary. I’m going to go on that damn set, and I won’t say a single word to him unless it’s on the fucking script!”

NOW...

“And...action!”

Angus let out a long sigh before jumping into the scene for the seventh time. You could tell it was bothering him why you were suddenly giving him the cold shoulder due to it affecting his performance as being Fez. You wanted to feel bad, but who just decides it’s cute to lead practical double lives? You tried to move the topic out of your mind so you wouldn't feel completely livid again and focused on the scene in front of you.

“Don’t do that girl, you got me fucked up.”

“Don’t do what? This?” You bit your lip and moved closer to him.

“You just tryna get some today ain't you?”

“I've been trying to get some since when I came back last week, Fez. But I’m glad you finally decided to notice.”

“Lemme gives you some then, come ‘ere.”

You got onto his lap wrapping your legs around his waist, just like you had the night before. You looked into his eyes and you felt your heart melt, and at this point, you didn't know if you were in character or if this was just you.

But then you remembered you were most likely the side chick.

Your facial expression hardened a bit, not enough for the cameras to pick it up, but you knew Angus noticed. Before he could ask you what was wrong or what he did for the eleventh time and ruin the scene, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him deep.

“Fuck baby...” he groaned into your mouth, his hands working their way up and under your shirt to cup your breasts. Once his large hands reached them, he gave them a nice squeeze causing your breath to hitch as you bounced a little.

Yeah, sure you were mad at him right now...but you loved that shit.

You grinned a bit wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing him down onto the bed. “You want me Fez?” You moaned out in a breathy tone, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Fuck yeah I want you girl, take this shit off for me.”

As you slowly unclipped your bra, you specifically remembered that at this point in the script he was to say ‘Jess’, not girl. But of course, the one-time {yesterday} you wanted him to say girl he had to say Jes-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden “Cut!” from the crew. Letting out a breath you got off of Angus’s lap and clipped your bra. “Good stuff guys, we need Daya and Hunter next so if you see ‘em remind them its time for their scenes in about thirty minutes.”

You nodded putting your shirt back on, and trying to rush off of the set before Angus could catch up to you- but you failed.

“Aye,” he said walking by you “What's good?”

You shrugged. “I don’t really know what's good.”

“Why you acting like this, all different and shit. It’s on god starting to weird me out, what's the dealio wit’ you?”

“Just fuck off.”

Angus raised a brow and stopped walking. Thinking you finally had gotten him to leave you alone, you slowly walked to your trailer but ran into Jacob on the way.

“Hey!” You said softly. You hadn't exchanged many words with him over the time you'd been filming, but every time you had, he had been sweet and polite. The run down with Jacob was that he was talented and cute...that's about all you knew.

The conversation between you and Jacob was brief but pure. He asked you some questions about filming and you told him about how much you loved his performance in the show. Soon enough he reached his trailer and you two parted ways, leaving you alone as you walked to yours.

You stayed more focused on your phone that your surroundings, leading to you not realizing that Angus wasn't far behind you. As soon as you stopped walking and leaned against the side of your trailer, you felt someone in front of you. Looking up from your phone your eyes widened, why the fuck was he still here?

“Angus what the fu-”

“So you think you can talk to me like that?”

Suddenly feeling shy, your voice and confidence lowered. “I was playing...”

“And you think you can just flirt with anybody and everybody?”

“What are you-”

“Imma tells you something, so imma need you to listen to me real clear.”

You swallowed and nodded, looking up at him.

“Ion think you know this yet so imma let you know.” He placed his thumb on your cheek. “You mine, got it? Not Jacobs, not anybody fucking elses, mine.”

You almost couldn't believe the words you were hearin-

“Uh, Y/N, you good?” Jacob asked you. Quickly snapping out of it you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” What a hell of an imagination you had. You took a quick glance behind you and saw no one at all. Letting out a sigh you said goodbye to Jacob and walked into your trailer. As soon as you closed the door you heard a ding that was specially set for your male costar.

Angus☁️: come to my trailer. now.

and why should i do that?

Angus☁️: now Y/N im not fuckin around

im busy

Angus☁️: busy my fucking ass im fr

alr but don't expect me to stay.

Angus☁️ read at 1:34 PM

And even though you didn't quite know what was up yet, just from the texts you could tell that Angus was not happy.

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ayakashiramblings · 5 years ago

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Koga the Phantom Thief

Oooh, interesting! I hope I can do your idea justice! I’m so sorry for the later reply but I got a little caught up with activities and honestly, I actually wasn’t so familiar with the term phantom thief. You can PM me if the writing isn’t good or not accurate! Also, since this Sunday is Tanabata, I decided to weave in some aspects of the Star Festival.

Koga The Phantom Thief (AKA: The Time the Red Oni becomes a Blue Oni)

The Tengu also becomes fried chicken, the seer becomes blind and the instruments are very out-of-tune like a screeching Nekomata

I’m Sorry

“Heh. Sir Aoi, thy talents in the scullery are without match.”

“Yeah? Well, I wished SOMEBODY… or even better, TWO SOMEBODIES wouldn’t light a match here in front of all of us in the summer.”

In the same heated air, the intoxicating waft of fried onions, sizzling steak and coal-fired peppers drifted towards flaring nostrils. The dining table in the parlour groaned under the weight of the plethora of dishes all ready to be devoured by the famished team. Yet, even as Aoi was setting down a wooden bowl of freshly cooked rice right smack dab in the middle of the plates, a certain pair was oblivious to it all. The sheer irony of it all was that Koga had been the one to suggest going out for dinner that night while his inamorato offered up her home.

To be fair, it hadn’t escalated to anything scandalous. Mere, fleeting glances at first just subtly transforming to adorable gestures on the pretext of offering food to one another. It was only the uncomfortable whistling and marked eye avoidance from her friends that made MC rethink her stance and break eye-contact.

All she could do was hide her face in her sleeves with a mortified groan. "Oh no," she mumbled, her words muffled against thin yukata fabric. "Why didn't you say something sooner, Koga?"

"Uh…because I liked it," came his blunt reply, trying to poke MC from her clothed haven while ignoring the censorious glare he received from Aoi for that bit of honesty. As a Satori seer, even if he tried not to peer into anyone’s hearts, it was near impossible to avoid emotions running sky high. Then again, no one could really ignore them, including a certain Nekomata.

“Is it just me or has our house gotten crowded? I don’t even know if there’s enough paper now.”

“Oh! Tanzaku!”

Smirking at her squeal, Nachi started handing out the slips of the long, narrow paper for writing wishes on and small sticks of bamboo grasses. Well, at least to those conscious. He was sure Kuya wouldn’t swallow the currently fluttering paper going up and down with each snore taken.

“Lemme see something from Koga!” “Haha, no little kitty, the wish would be broken.”

“Or I could steal the wish.”

“I’d steal it back.” “Then, prove it.”

“What, no? What’s there to prove?”

“... Chicken....”

It was then tension was almost tangible within the walls of the tiny house. Thick, like a shroud, confining and oppressive and distinctly uncomfortable to the point Kuya woke up. MC would have whipped out her Kagura wand but she had a feeling no purification could stop the damage inflicted.

“... What…”

“The bird I’d eat for breakfast if there really wasn’t any dried fish?”

“... Oh, it’s on.”

As the sheer chaos unfolded, MC thought to recruit the rest of the comrades… only to find them all on the side of Nachi.

“... Has he been talking to a certain fox by any chance?” The question mark that appeared visibly atop of Kuya’s head was quickly knocked by Gaku’s snarky retort,

“I dunno, Toichiro is pretty possessive of his title of being Koga’s Headache.”

“It is almost time for a midnight patrol…” Ginnojo conceded with what could have passed off as indifference… were it not for him suddenly drawing up several maps and marking out several positions.

“This is going to beest most wondrous!” came the most mature reply from Yura.

Her last hope came in the form of Aoi but of course, he stomped all over her dreams of having a normal Star Festival.

“I’m not saying I’m doing this for what happened earlier… I’m doing this for EVERY time he did those things in my face.”

And now we can start on what could have been MC’s torture session as she found herself sighing like Aoi usually did.

By the time she had returned home from school the next day, she was in no mood to discover the chaos that had been left behind in their wake. She'd had a rough start to her day and it wasn't getting any better. MC had been late for her first class and had missed several portions of her second class due to the demanding need to banish wraiths every ten minutes for the Afternoon Patrol. To cap all of that off, her feet had begun to swell in her shoes after all that running back and forth, with, of course, a detention slip for sneaking out of classes too many times. In short, her day had been hell and, by the time she returned home, all MC wanted was to kick off her shoes and enjoy a cold glass of milk.

So she let herself into the house with a weary grunt, dropped her backpack on the floor and made an immediate beeline for her room to change because, wow, dashing around like a headless chicken was NOT a good look. As a result, she didn't immediately register anything amiss in the place. It was only after she exited the bedroom, that she realized.

She had not tripped over any mess… the entire day. Not even Nachi’s weird lizard offerings.

Her tension fairly soared off the charts as she was brought up short by stumbling upon the ghastly state of her living room. For once, she was glad her father was far away in another precinct as she swam about the chaotic mess, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"What the hell happened in here...?"

It looked as if a clothing-dessert-random-knick-knacks-and-everything bomb had detonated right in the centre. Shirts, shoes and pants were scattered all across the floor with a concentration of biss-cuts, jelly, dried fish and other treats the only things being plated delicately on the tiny tea table but surrounded with barbed wire. Upon opening various dresser drawers, she found paint supplies, several decorative fans and even toolboxes spilling out of them.

“I have finished… Mission #1.”

Of course, MC did the most natural thing in the world.

“IMMA GONNA CLOBBER YOU!!!”

Her swift strike had only been preemptively blocked by the gentlest grip an intruder could have and she whirled around to confirm her suspicions,

“Ko...ga?”

The dashing gentleman definitely had the confident gait of her boyfriend. But she had never seen such a getup in his closet before. A trim and cut tuxedo, fit with sleek fabric and a smooth collar. The shirt underneath, as pure and white as Shizuki’s snow, was crisp with excellent care. The vest was adorned with designs of complicated swirls, coloured a crimson red, nearly indistinguishable from the eyes barely hidden by a golden mask. A neatly folded tie was the same red, tucked underneath protectively. The entire arrangement was picture perfect, from the flawlessness of the suit's cloth to the shine of spotless dress shoes.

“... Were we supposed to have a date because I thought you have just finished the patrol around the Asakusa park?”

At his usual hearty chuckle, she found herself considerably relaxing as he casually explained,

“Nope, this was part of their challenge. So while patrolling with Ginnojo, I just first took… whatever Kuya surrounds himself while sleeping since he usually doesn’t care about a particular object and decided it matched the room,”

Koga only paused to hand her an actual calling card of The Phantom ‘Theif’… that was probably created by Masanobu. As if the glitter, scratchy handwriting, bad spelling and random car stickers pasted all over wasn’t evident enough, her beau continued,

“, Then I met Masanobu who was kind enough to make cards with Aoi’s art supplies which I took while I used a lady disguise to distract Oji to distract Aoi who was busy squabbling with Oji.”

“, Then, of course, as we went to Ginnojo’s place after that 5 minute separation period, I swiped out his books with Kuya’s empty ones.”

“Wait, you did all of that in 5 minutes?”

“Yup, and finally, your house, when I knew there was an ice-cream truck outside to distract Yura and Gaku. Except that ice-cream truck was my carriage and that whole line was Masanobu’s friends that helped me out after I won a game of tag while I took their things. The only reason why they’re last is that I wanted to see you after school.”

Before his smirk and MC’s blush could fully burn her entire face, an infuriated feline stomped into their space, practically spitting out a scroll at Koga’s feet and longingly eying the dried fish before hissing out,

“Well done, Phantom Theif. You have finished your first task, BUT there is one more before you are deemed worthy.”

“... Nachi… he has seen you as a cat. Also, you’re talking in that voice you use to intimidate a butterfly.”

“AHEM! You… will need to steal… yours and MC’s wishes.”

“Alright, Kuya’s first.” Koga announced with a sweep of his cape. That grand flourish and declaration earned little more than an eyebrow raised by the Onmyoji.

“Kuya? As in the one who just woke up apparently according to Nachi grumbling earlier?”

All he did was wave her concern away as they continued their pursuit, barely making a sound.

“He’s probably the one hiding to nap and give orders. And where better than here?”

The place he had taken her turned out to be the Twelve Stories Tower. While the streets were normally crowded, only a scattered few passers-by wandered now and then - perhaps due to the ridiculously late hour. She gazed around the interior column of the brick tower. She certainly didn’t remember the viewing platform being this high up… or maybe it was the fact Koga was somehow strolling along, even skipping. Thank goodness he had reached a hand to help her up the last steps. When the climb was finished, Koga’s theory had proven to be true upon spotting a familiar pair of black wings.

What was unfamiliar was the detective coat he sported, although MC wondered if he was properly wearing or it had been shoved down his head by a certain seer.

“Geh, this sucks. Whatever, here…” was all Kuya said… before he gave them the biggest smirk MC had ever seen on his usually tired face.

With a flick of his wrist and a snap of a fan, a large twister descended upon the three, carrying the two slips of paper expertly into nimble hands that snatched them away. In a dizzying swirl of water, Ginnojo rode on his tsunami far away from them.

“Great, it’s in the most dangerous detective’s hands…” was all she heard from Koga before he, ever-the-fool, launched himself straight towards the Mizuchi Dragon.

Somehow, they remained suspended in the air long enough to exchange a few blows so furious that MC would have remained gawking were it not for her senses returning to her, dashing down the stairs… but not before grabbing Kuya’s coat… and covering the tengu who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of it all.

Of course, just as Koga had tugged off the detective’s coat from Ginnojo, the silent warrior had to toss them to the unexpected pair... or was it more accurate to say duet? Either way, Gaku's resounding strike of his drums had enabled his brother to snatch away the papers.

“Prepareth to square! I needeth to avenge mine own fallen dess'rts!”

To MC's surprise, she had caught up with the duelling ayakashi, but only because they stopped to have some exaggerated battle moves she had only witnessed on kabuki nights with Toichiro and Shizuki. It was becoming a tad ridiculous and MC really didn't want to waste her energy chasing them so she took her time. Eventually, Nachi, the very instigator, and Aoi came strolling along, her pet stating the obvious,

"OK... This... Is somehow embarrassing."

"Yeah? Wonder who suggested this?" was both Aoi and MC’s reply.

As the time limit was... still not approaching fast enough, somewhere in the midst of the struggle, the papers landed on the road... just as a carriage trotted by.

It was as if a sudden nuke stopped the war.

"Um..."

"Koga, may I suggest thou prostate with a sincere apology at hand?"

"W-what? But I'm not the only one to blame!"

"W-we'll apologise.. just, after you."

And then, she snapped.

“All. Of. You. Inside. NOW!”

So there they were, sitting formally with their backs ramrod straight. MC was honestly just using a cat teaser but to them, it was the whip of discipline as they all waited, as falling into formation. Gently but with the fire still burning in her pink eyes, she prodded each one of them on the shoulders until she reached the twins,

“Now, can anyone tell me why I’m mad? Yura?”

“Is't because I am the oldest h're?”

“Er, technically, I’m just as old as you are, brother.”

“As the oldest, you two should have known better!” “You, Kuya!” “... I should have slept more?”

“Exactly!”

“Aoi! Ginnojo!”

“... We made use of our powers.”

“I mean if you hadn’t lost your wish as well… oops…”

“Why, Nachi, why? It’s all your fault anyway!”

“I just wanted to enjoy my afternoon, dusk and midnight nap.”

Once again, the blame game was being played and MC slammed her bell wand against the table.

“SHUT IT! It’s all of your faults and everyone has to take responsibility! Didn’t anyone teach you not to mess with dreams, of all things?”

And then the lecture continued, with her even bringing over a chalkboard and placing the dunce cap on the stoic Ginnojo. By the time she had gotten to her 23rd point, there was a still lot more she wanted to say but allowed Koga to signal to the others,

“We all know what to do, men.”

Together, they all bowed,

“FORGIVE US!”

Rolling her eyes but finally smiling, she nodded… before abruptly producing two very, very familiar tanzaku.

“So… here are our wishes, Koga.”

As she gently patted them into a starstruck oni’s shaking hands and was leaving the others to gape like fishes, her last words were,

“Please boys, you could be the Phantom Theif or detectives with some cool cloaks but I’m a refined lady who wisely wished to win. Y’all were doomed from the start when the only thing really stolen was her heart.”

It was at that moment Koga knew: He had to steal a wedding ring.

Epilogue

He didn’t. But he did buy one.

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi: romance reborn #ayakashi rr #ayakashirr #voltage inc #request #koga kitamikado #koga X MC #kuya #ginnojo #nachi #yura #gaku

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heartfulofsighs · 6 years ago

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Baggage Claim

Description: Seunghoon back from a business trip only has a mind for growing his company. You are in the middle of running from the by the book life that was drowning you. When a minor inconvenience sets you in his path will you be the reason he eases up? And could he be what you need to get serious again?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

I’ve been wanted to get this out forever. Not sure how many parts will be in this series but def more then 3. There will be smut eventually but the first parts will be very tame. Thanks always to @negrowhat who I keep on retainer now to bounce ideas off of lolololol. About 2.7k

He listened to the ringing tone his brow furrowed in deep annoyance. He couldn’t figure out how this had happened. Not only that he felt just the tad bit attacked by the events of the day. He already had enough on his plate and here was this… He glanced down at the black suite case that was most definitely not his and groaned. There was a pink luggage tag hanging from the front shaped like a crown. “Take me, I’m yours.” The tag said on one side, on the other was a name and phone number. He had called 5 times in an effort to get his bag. “Hey, you’ve reached_____. Please leave your number and I’ll try to get back to you...I’m travelling so it might be longer then usual. Take care...bye!” You sounded mostly cheerful and it made him just a touch madder. He took a breath and left another message. He had already confirmed with the airline that his bag was indeed not left there. He took a breath and left another message. His tone was clipped but he couldn’t help it he had work to do and you were holding him up. “Hello, my name is Seunghoon and I do believe we switched bags at the airport. Please call me back as soon as you hear this. Thank you, bye.” He ended the call and stared at his phone. You should have noticed by now that you didn’t have your bag. Time was ticking and he finally gave up, he pushed the bag, your bag, to his car and placed it in the trunk. He had meetings to think over. Things that weren’t going to wait for you to pick up your phone. “This is not theft…” He said gently to himself, “she didn’t pick up the phone,” he opened the car door and got in, “what the hell else am I supposed to do with it?” He said as he pulled the door closed.

You had given your mom maybe a week’s notice. The idea had been in your mind for so long in retrospect, you could have given her more time. Could have let her know that you felt like you were drowning. That everything anyone said to you felt like a lie. You could have told her that your job felt like it was crushing the life out of you that everytime you got home you weren’t any happier. It had taken a lot of self convincing. A lot of you telling yourself that wanting to be happy wasn’t a crime and disappearing...well that disappearing didn’t make you a quitter. It had morphed from a two week long trip to you buying a one way ticket. Your mother was practically in hysterics but then she took a few days out of the weeks notice you gave her and calmed herself. She called you while you were packing most of your life into one large black suitcase. “I want you to be satisfied with your life. You only get one. So if this is what you need to do with yours...then do it.” There was a part of you that knew this could all be melodramatic bullshit. That all the problems you thought you had weren’t real problems. But you went anyway. You had found a long term airbnb and paid for 5 months. It had taken a lot of saving, your trip may have seemed spur of the moment to everyone else but you knew the truth. You had laid out a very neat plan for leaving. What you didn’t know was what would happen after the 5 months had finished. Would you stay? Would you come back a new person like in the movies? Maybe you would come back with a whole new perspective only to have your old life crush you all over again. You considered the option then immediately turned your mind to other things. You pushed your bag in front of you and thought about catching a cab. It didn’t cross your mind that your bag seemed lighter than before.

“So have you opened it?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “why would I open it, it isn’t mine.” He pointed out. His friend Mino leaned back on his couch eyeing the bag suspiciously. “Maybe it has an address or something inside?” He pushed. “There’s an address on the luggage tag...but it’s her home address.” He was beginning to lose his temper. Mino was suppose to be over for meeting prep and here they were wasting time over luggage. Seunghoon had already moved on. You hadn’t called him and he had mentally chalked the clothes in his bag up as a loss. He had taken his usual post flight nap, and now he was ready to work. They were gathered in his living room for a particular purpose. Getting ready for a meeting on a sponsorship. He loved his friend but most times his odd lack of focus drove him crazy. Hoon was on the opposite side of the spectrum. Once he set his mind to an idea it was hard to be distracted. He had to see it through to the end. He bit his bottom lip his thoughts centered around getting what he wanted. “So it’s a she?” Mino questioned. Seunghoon made a frustrated noise, “why does that matter?” He asked. “It doesn’t,” he said, “I was just curious.” Mino ran his hands through his hair and sighed, “sit down, relax a little, you’re all bent out of shape.” “Are we finally gonna talk about this meeting?” He asked. He didn’t have the patience to talk about anything else. “I have some more questions about the guy we’re meeting.” He pushed. Mino kept his eyes on the bag, a small grin forming on his face. “Later,” he stood up and put his hands on the zipper, “let’s just take a quick peek in here, then I promise we’ll prep.” He started pulling the zippers apart before Seunghoon could stop him. In fact he watched in a sort of annoyed horror as he opened the bag dramatically. “Wow,” Clothes piled out and Hoon put his hand over his face. “She packed a lot,” Mino babbled, “look at all these shirts...she must be staying for a while.” He picked one up and read the saying across the chest out loud, “not your babygirl.” “Put that down.” He seethed, “what your doing is an invasion of privacy...what if she sues me?” “Relax, it’s not like I’m looking at her underwear or anything. I’m just trying to see if maybe she has a card of where she’s staying out here or something like that.” Mino explained. “You aren’t making any sense.” Hoon pushed. Mino looked up, a small grin on his face, “what if this was all fate?” “What are you talking about?” He moved away from his friend, fed up. “What if you two meet while switching the bags back...and it’s like...meant to be?” His voice was rising with excitement. “Like a fairytale!” “Put the shirt down, and please stop.” Hoon whispered. Mino rolled his eyes and obliged, setting the shirt down, “you have no imagination.” He said softly to himself. He repacked the bag and carefully zipped it up. “Fine let’s talk about this meeting that you’re so worried about.” He leaned back again. “What do you want to know?” He asked, “don’t be mad if I don’t have all his secrets.” He warned. Hoon sat on the couch opposite him and sighed, “I don’t need all the secrets, really I just wanna know if he has a soft side for anything? Any charities?” Mino was studying his hand with rapt attention. He cleared his throat, “he donates a lot to charities that benefit single mothers.” He said. Hoon nodded. ��Also instruments to high school music programs.” He added. Hoon liked Seungyoon he thought that he ran a good clean company. Adding him to his list of clientele would be a win on everyone’s part. He sat back and considered his pitch. He wanted to make sure it was clear and concise. “I think what you have down already is perfect. I think you might be worrying about this too much.” Mino offered. He rolled his eyes. “Someone has to worry about it.” He said softly. “You really need to relax, all this stress...it can’t be good for you.” Mino added, “maybe after we get through with all this you should take a vacation.” Hoon rolled his neck and sighed. He didn’t feel like arguing.

The Airbnb was more of a loft then anything. It was painted blue with two white garage doors facing the street. A flight of metal steps leading up the side of the building gave you hope. The host had mentioned them in the instructions. You climbed the stairs dragging your bag and worrying that it indeed felt much lighter. You stared down at it and noticed your pink crown luggage tag was gone. Shit. Your fingers trembled as you pulled on the zipper right there on the landing. In front of the boring brown door that you should be knocking on. “Oh no.” You breathed out loud. The clothes peeking through the small space you had unzipped did not look like yours. They were all monotone and vaguely smelled of cologne. “This isn’t my bag.” You said. You couldn’t figure out what to do. You stood straight and knocked feebly on the door. Your phone was somewhere in your backpack, maybe your bag was still at the airport? Maybe you could call the airline and tell them what happened. “Hey welcome!” The door swung open. The girl standing in the doorway was shorter than you and all around smaller in the way you had gotten use to. Most girls were smaller than you. It wasn’t an observation you thought about anymore. She had gigantic brown eyes and long dark hair. Her skin was perfect, not a blemish on it. She beamed at you with straight white teeth and reached for your arm. “Come in come in. It’s cold out there.” You had to admit she was pretty strong for someone so small. Once you were in she closed the door and faced you. She brushed imaginary dust from the front of her crisp white tshirt and then extended her hand. “I’m Cherry!” She announced. You shook her hand and introduced yourself though you were less cheerful about it. “Lemme take you on the grand tour-“ “Actually, can you just show me which room is mine?” You asked, “also the WiFi password so I can check my messages?” Your voice rose in panic the more you talked. You couldn’t control it. She cocked her head studying you then nodded, “sure, you’re room is this one right at the beginning of the hall….the WiFi password is treehouse.” She showed you to the door and you wished you had been able to control your worry more. She seemed perfectly nice and you hoped you this first impression wasn’t going to hang over the five months you were staying. “I’m sorry,” your voice was stammering the words barely making it out of your mouth, “it’s, my...my bag it’s just…” She stopped walking and looked at your suitcase trying to figure out what you meant, “what happened to it?” She asked. She rubbed your arm, concern etched on her face, “hey, maybe you should sit down?” She suggested. You shook your head, “I just need to check my messages, and call the airport,” you took another step and took a big breath. This was an easy to solve problem. “I think, I think I picked up someone else’s bag at the airport…” You turned, the offending bag that was definitely not yours squarely in your sights. “I opened the zipper just a little cause it felt too light, and those aren’t my clothes, also it smells like cologne.” Cherry’s already wide eyes got even bigger. Like he has yours and you have his? He’s probably calling you.” She said. You started to try and shrug off your backpack. Your phone was in there. To your new room mate’s credit she watched patiently as you dug your phone out. She spelled out the simple password and clapped her hands when a slew of voicemail notifications popped up on your screen. “He’s been calling you. That must mean he’s got your stuff!” She cheered. You felt yourself beginning to calm down. You held your breath as you prompted the newest message to play. “Hello, my name is Seunghoon and I do believe we switched bags at the airport. Please call me back as soon as you hear this. Thank you, bye.”

You let out the breath you were holding in one big whoosh. Cherry smiled hard, “see, it’s gonna be fine! Just give him a call back and you guys can trade back.” “Yeah,” you agreed. Your hands were shaking a bit but there was a rush of relief. Your whole trip had almost been derailed. You would have had to cut into your very careful budget for clothes, and shoes, and everything else you had stuffed in your bag. “Call him back.” Cherry urged. You tapped your phone screen and held it to your ear. You didn’t know her but it was reassuring to have her touch your arm. The ringing tone felt like it was echoing in your ear until it stopped.

“Hello?” His apartment was empty. Mino had gone home long ago and he was enjoying a hot cup of tea while he watched a movie. There was a quiet breath taken on the other end of the line. He waited. “Ummm, hi...I think we may have switched bags at the airport?” He sat forward on his couch. “Yeah, I have your bag.” He blurted out, “when can we meet?!” He winced at how loud his voice sounded. He listened as you took a large breath. He could almost feel your relief. “Listen, I’m happy you have my stuff but I’m not sure if I have the energy to leave my airbnb right this minute.” You confessed. He considered this and understood. He was use to travelling all over and had his own tricks for jet lag. Maybe you didn’t. He looked at his watch, it was getting late. Your bag was near his front door. He stared at it and wondered what you would wear until he got it back to you. “Is it possible to meet tomorrow?” You asked him. “I have a meeting.” He answered automatically. “Oh, maybe at your lunch break? I mean we’re just switching back. I promise I won’t take up any extra time...I’ll even meet you near your job.” You sounded desperate and he felt a bit guilty. “Do you want to give me the address to your airbnb? I can just drive there and we can switch?” He asked. There was a pause. He bit his bottom lip. “I’m not sure how my roommate would feel about that...please, can you just give me a place to meet you tomorrow? Like a cafe? I promise I’ll be there at whatever time.” The desperation was giving way to exhaustion. He would push normally, for his way which made the most sense. Why have you trek somewhere with his stuff when he could just pick it up? But for some reason he found himself giving in. He sighed, “There’s a cafe inside of my office building. I’ll text you the address and you can meet me there tomorrow.” He finally said. “Thanks!...do you know a time?” You asked. “Let’s say 2, I should be more then done with my meeting then.” He answered. “Ok, I’ll be there I promise. Thanks so much for your understanding, I really appreciate it.” “No problem.” He said finally. He rubbed his eyes and tried to be happy about getting his things back. He focused on that and not the stress of having the wrong bag in the first place. He could forgive you easily. You sounded like you were a few steps away from crying and he didn’t want that. “Bye then.” You said after a while. Then the line clicked off. He opened his eyes to look down at his phone. He typed out the address to his building and then got up to take a shower. His mind already already going back to his meeting. You would be the easiest part of his day...all things considered.

#Winner #Winner fanfic #Seunghoon #Hoony Fanfic #kpop fanfiction #Series #Baggage Claim #Baggage Claim Series #Thank you Eboni for the title

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dabble-writes · 6 years ago

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The Magician and I- (1)

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Pairing:

Yoongi/Reader

Summary:

Suga is a wish-granting magician. He grants wishes—for the price of your most prized possession.

Your parents and brother died tragically in a plane crash and you visit Suga to grant your wish to bring them back to life...but instead you become his assistant.

Now you’re thrust into a world of magic and the mysterious being known as Suga.

Tags:

Fantasy, romance, comedy, a bit of a slow burn, angst

Warnings:

Mentions of death, strong language

CHAPTER 1: WHO IS SUGA?

You knew instantly you were in a dream.

Strange, you thought, I never have such vivid dreams.

You looked around you and recognized that you were in your home—the home you lived before the accident. It was unchanged, and you were marveled at how your mind remembered every detail.

“Y/N!”

You turned around and was met with the vision of your mother.

“Mom!” You cried as you ran up to her and gave her a tight hug.

She chuckled, “Oh my, what’s gotten you this excited?”

You could barely speak as you sobbed quietly against her shoulder. She felt so soft and warm, like she really was alive and here in your arms. It was so vivid you can even smell her familiar scent, which made you choke.

“There, there.” She rubbed your back, trying to soothe you, “I’m here.”

You reluctantly step away so that you can see her face again, “Mom, are you really here?”

She gave you a warm smile, “Of course, darling.”

“Then I wish I never wake up.” You said honestly and she brought up her hand to stroke your cheek.

“You are so strong, know that I’m always proud of you.”

This made you cry.

“Please don’t cry, honey, I have something I need to tell you.”

You felt the world start to shift around you and you scrambled to grip unto this dream.

“No wait, Mom, tell me!”

Her face became more blurry as her voice seem to be muffled, like your head was underwater.

“Go find the magician, Suga.”

“What?”

“Suga, he will help you.”

You reached out for her but you just grabbed at air, “No! Mom, don’t leave!”

“Go and ask for a wish. He…and you…”

“And what? Mom what are you talking about?” You asked, panicked, but you couldn’t hear her now and everything was spinning.

“MOM!” You cried as your eyes flew open, tears running down your cheeks.

It took a moment for you to orient yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

About three months had passed since the accident, but it was still a fresh wound for you. You look around at the unfamiliar room, so different from the room you were used to for the last twenty years.

It unnerved you to have such a vivid dream, you still could feel her lingering touch where she stroked your cheek.

You then remembered what she said to you and you were puzzled by the message.

Who is Suga?

“Maybe he’s a long lost relative or something.” Your best friend, Hyelin, said and you shook your head.

“I doubt that’s what it is.”

“What did your mom meant that he’s a magician? Like the one-that-pulls-rabbits-from-hats kind of magician? They are all con artists, you know.”, She looked thoughtful as she took a sip from her coffee.

You rubbed your temples, “I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve been having that same dream for a month now and it’s kind of freaky.”

“Do you think it’s a sign? From your mother?”

“Probably not.” You answered, “Maybe my mind is making up things because I miss them so much.”

Hyelin’s smile dropped, “Right, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. I’m sorry for bringing her up.”

You smile sadly, “It’s fine, you didn’t brought her up, I did by mentioning the stupid dream. I just…it just feels weird…without them…you know? I keep waking up, expecting to smell my mom’s cooking. I keep thinking that I’m going to hear my father’s voice asking to come take our daily walk or that each knock at my door is my annoying brother coming to tease me. There’s just so much I took for granted with them, and in one moment it’s all…gone.”

There was a pause and you realize you made the conversation awkward.

“I’m sorry, Hyelin, this was supposed to be a fun meeting to cheer me up and here I am, bringing the mood down.”

“It’s fine, y/n, you don’t have to appear strong all the time.”

“Thanks, Hyelin.” You smiled and squeezed her hand, “I don’t know how I would have gotten through these months without you.”

“What kind of friend will I be if I didn’t? Now enough with the somber mood, you’re right, today was supposed to cheer you up. As your good friend it is my obligation to distract you at least for a little bit.”

You laughed, “Yeah, it’s just this dream. It just puts me in a strange mood.”

“What you need is closure.” Hyelin said and took out her laptop, “Your mind will probably not let it go until you find out the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

“Is Suga a real person? Is he or she really a magician? And finally, can they really grant your wish?”

“Hyelin, you can’t possibility think that the dreams were message that held some truth in it?”

Deep inside though, you wished it was true because then you could make the wish that can make your life right again.

“Listen, y/n,” Hyelin said as she typed on her laptop, “there’s only one way to find out: by googling his name.”

You rolled your eyes, “It can’t be that easy.”

“Never underestimate google.” Hyelin said solemnly, “Now how do you think it’s spelled?”

You gave her an incredulous look, “How am I supposed to know?”

“Fine we will go with S-U-G-A. ‘Suga…magician’.” She typed as she said those two words.

You huffed, “You’re probably going to get a sugar daddy magician or something like that.”

Hyelin laughed, “Don’t be a hater, y/n—oh wait, this looks promising!”

Curious, you peered over her shoulder and snorted.

“Wow this website is so obviously old.”

“Stop it,” Hyelin chastised, “look, it says ‘Have a wish that needs to be granted? Visit Suga, the wish-granting magician.”

“Hyelin, this is written in comic sans, how much can you trust this website? This interfacing and graphics are making my eyes bleed.”

“Ok, but how much of coincidence is this? You get a dream for a month about a magician called Suga that grants wishes and he actually exists.”

“Uh, correction: he claims to be a magician that can magically grant wishes. Do you not see anything shady about this?”

You just couldn’t believe your friend was actually believing this bullshit website. Not to mention you are kind of peeved that the website doesn’t seem to have been updated since 2001.

“Oh my god, this gets even better.” Hyelin said, obviously not listening to you, “the address they give here is right here in Seoul! Y/N, this is obviously destiny.”

“Let me see.” Sure enough, not only the address was in Seoul, it was like a 10 minute walk from your apartment. “Wow, that’s freaky.”

“Or…fate. You have to at least check it out, y/n.”

You sighed, knowing Hyelin is persistent and won’t let this go. Plus, you were just a tiny bit curious and wanted to check this Suga out.

“Fine, I’ll go on my way home. Do you want to join me?”

“Of course!” Hyelin said excitedly, “How often do you get to meet a magician who can grant wishes?”

You decided not to not break her bubble and looked back at the screen so you can take note of the address properly. You then noticed fine print in the bottom of the screen and squinted.

“ ‘The price for a wish is your most prized possession, so be warned’—what the heck?”

“Where does it say that?”

“There”, You pointed at the screen and she squinted.

“Wow, your eyesight is good, I probably wouldn’t have caught that. It also doesn’t help that it’s yellow text on a white background…”

“Hyelin, do not realize what that means? My prized possession?That is some serious bullshit.”

“Okay, but what is it?”

“What?”

“Your prized possession?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I don’t know, I used to be so sure…but I lost it.”

“Wha—oh.” Her face fell, “Well it’s not like you’re going to make a wish anyway, right?”

Right, you were just going to check out if Suga is legit or not and why your mom sent you to him in a dream.

“Right.” You said, but were not so convinced.

“Plus I thought you thought it was bogus anyway.” Hyelin teased you and you laughed.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Let’s go and check this Suga out.”

Why does his name have to be so ridiculous?, you thought, it’s probably not even his real name.

“Alright lemme just pack up my laptop.”

You nodded as you finished your iced coffee. Hyelin’s phone dinged and she looked at her phone.

“Oh my god, I forgot!” She exclaimed as she started to text furiously.

“What happened?”

“My dad is back from his business trip today! We are supposed to meet him in the airport in half an hour.” She looked at you and bit her lip, conflicted.

“Hyelin, it’s fine—go to your father. I know how much you miss him.”

“But—“

“I’ll be fine going on my own, I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Thank you so much, y/n! I’ll see you tomorrow then” We hugged goodbye as she ran out of the café.

You’re a little disappointed that you’re going by yourself, since this Suga guy could be a creep.

Thankfully your parents made you take martial arts classes as a child, so you know that if things take a turn for the worst you’re able to defend yourself pretty well. Not to mention that you developed fast reflects because of Jin, your brother; he loved sneak attacks and claimed he was “training you”. For what, you never knew.

You reached the building where Suga’s business supposedly resided and was surprised that it looked like a very nice office building instead of some mystic hole-in-the-wall shop with mood lighting.

Maybe it’s an outdated address, you thought, that website was old after all. Maybe some company bought the building, knocked it down, and erected this fancy building instead. You were about to leave when the doorman called to you.

“Hello miss, do you need anything?”

You blushed, knowing you looked very out of place, “Oh um, I was trying to find someone by the name of Suga but I think I got the wrong address—“

“We get that a lot, don’t worry. He should make it more clear. He’s on the 5th floor.”

You blinked, “Wait, this is the right address? Someone by the name of Suga has an office here?”

The doorman chuckled, “I hope you find what you’re looking for, miss.”

You gathered your thoughts together and gave him a smile, “Thank you so much for your help.”

As you walked to the elevator, you admired the prestige condition of the lobby. The floors looked recently polished, it looked so shiny you were afraid to make a mark on it. This was honestly the opposite of what you were expecting and was very nervous.

Who the heck is Suga? Is he making so much money scamming people that he can afford to have an office space in this building?

You entered the elevator and pushed the floor, trying to get yourself together. The door opened to a hallway with only one door. You walked up to the door and saw the sign “Suga, Magician. Monday to Saturday 4-10 PM”.

What unusual hours, you thought and checked the time, I should be fine since it’s 4:10 PM.

You didn’t know what to expect when you open the door, but it sure wasn’t a classy waiting room. Everything was so shiny, you were almost blinded by the opulence of it all. You went up to the window, but saw no one behind the counter.

Strange, you thought. You then noticed a bell in front of you and a sign that says, ‘Ring Once For Assistance’ in fancy script.

You rang it once and waited a moment. Nothing happened. You rang it a few more times and wondered if whoever was supposed to answer it heard it. You were about to ring it again when the door flew open, making you jump.

“What part of ‘ring once’ do you not understand?” The man in front of you said in a gruff voice, giving you a dark look.

The man was handsome, probably the most handsome man you’ve seen besides your brother. His glare didn’t mar his delicate features, his skin so beautiful and pale. His hair was a unique shade of mint that surprisingly suited him very well. He wore a slick business suit that obviously came from an expensive brand.

“If you’re finished with checking me out can you tell me what you want?”, He asked with a bored tone, making you blush.

Unlike your brother, who was always joking by how attractive he looks (he even called himself “worldwide handsome”), this man just said it in a matter-of-fact way.

“Are you Suga?”

He gave you an unamused look, “Yes, are you here to wish for something?”

You hesitated, how crazy would it be if you told him your dead mother told you in a dream to visit him? Your mom said to make a wish so maybe you should just make a wish…

“Um…”

“Follow me.” Suga simply said and walked back into the room he came from. He didn’t wait up for you and went into an office. The office has a whole wall that was just windows and showed the beautiful skyline of Seoul. You stared at it in awe as he just sat down on a seat and regarded you.

“Sit down.”

You nodded and awkwardly sat down to the nearest chair, fiddling with your hands nervously as he just studied you.

“Tell me your wish, I don’t have all day.”

Suga looked so different than your stereotypical fortune-teller or shaman. For one, he looked like a business man and didn’t speak in flowery language. He was curt to the point of it being rude. He also looks like he couldn’t care less with what you had to say, his face barely showing any emotion. His voice was gruff, like he just woke up from a nap. Still, there was a certain aura about him that makes him…not ordinary.

“You can grant me anything at all?”

“Yup, just know that the price is your most prized possession.”

Fuck it, you thought, what harm can it do to tell him what you want most?

“Can you bring back my dead parents and brother?”

There was a silence and then he replied, “I don’t know what you heard before you came here but I can’t grant wishes that mess with existence, that’s more God’s area and I don’t want to get into that mess.”

You look at him in disbelief and anger, the anger mostly at yourself for letting yourself believe him. You had a tiny spark of hope that your family can be brought back to you and it just fizzled out in smoke.

You forced yourself to not to cry, “How convenient.”

“Is there anything else instead?”

You snorted, everything else seems trivial, “What, so that you can say that you can’t do it? I can’t believe I stooped so low to ask some sham for a wish like a fucking five-year old.”

You stood up and saw that he still had that expressionless face; you hated that face and wanted to get some reaction out of him. You saw a vase next to you and pushed it, making it fall with a crash. He didn’t even flinch which made you even angrier.

“Fuck you, you’re just a fake magician, I’m outta of my mind to visit such a place.” You started to leave as you mutter, “Forget it, I hated the idea of giving up my prized possession anyway, bye.”

But you found that you couldn’t move a single step, as if you were frozen to the ground. You panicked.

“What the—“

“Wait.”

Suga lazily got up and walked up to you as you continued to struggle to move your legs. “Coming here was your decision, but I decide when you get to leave.”

“You’re doing this! Let me go, you creep!”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that, seeing how I’m a ‘fake magician’.” He smirked at you as he threw your words back at your face and you were not amused at all.

“Let me go now, if you don’t I’ll—“

“You’ll do what?” He asked, “You don’t seem to understand your situation at all. Once someone has seen my face, they have to make a wish or…”

“Or what?” You asked and he took a step closer to you.

“Or you die.”

You started to panic. Oh my god, I can’t die. He looks like he would kill me too, he’s not bullshitting. Why did my mom send me to this psycho? Oh my god I’m gonna die—

The world started to spin and before your world turned black you just saw that jerk’s emotionless face.

You woke up saw that you were on the cold floor. You remembered what happened and realized that you fainted. You looked up and saw Suga sitting again. You tried to get up but of course you couldn’t move a muscle.

Asshole.

“Let me get up.”, you said with gritted teeth.

“Will you be civilized and not break things again?”

You looked at where you dropped the vase but saw that it was repaired without a single scratch in its original place.

“Fine.” You muttered and you were able to get off the floor. You glared at him and took a seat.

“Let’s make a deal.” Suga said and you narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious.

“What do you mean by a ‘deal’?”

Do I have to sell my soul to him or something now? Just my luck.

“Since you don’t wanna make a wish or die, give me your body.”

“W-what?” You gasped out as you crossed your arms over chest defensively, “W-what do you mean by that?”

Just what kind of sick fuck is he? I shouldn’t have listened to some stupid dream—

He smirked as he stood up and walked towards you, “What I mean—“

“—d-don’t come any closer!” You exclaimed but he simply walked passed you and opened the door.

“—is that my assistant suddenly got pregnant and resigned. You are going to be working for me starting today.”

It took a moment to process what he said.

“Wait, what? Says who?”, You walked up to him and put your hands in your hips.

“Your service ends when you make your wish.” He looked at you, “Unless you have a wish in mind—besides the one you already said, of course.”

The bastard, he knew that was the only wish you really wanted. Nothing else is worth giving up your most prized possession. Plus, you’ve seen too many movies where wishes can go horrible wrong.

“I-I—“

“Well then, it’s settled.”

“Wait! I can’t work here! I’m a busy student, I have classes—“

“Just think of it as a part-time job, I don’t work mornings anyway.”

“No—!”

Suga turned to you and grabbed your chin, “You don’t think I’ll kill you?”

You looked into his cold eyes and knew he was serious. You bit your lip and tried not to cry, “Ok, fine.”

Suga let go of your chin, “Just sit behind the desk for now and greet whoever comes in—you can manage that, right?”

You grit your teeth, “Yes.”

You were cursing him out in your head as you went to sit behind the reception desk. It’s honestly your rotten luck that you know have to work under him of all people. You looked around your desk and sighed, there wasn’t even a computer! Then again, if the state of his website is any indication he’s totally technology inept. You were organizing the highlighters by color when a door opened and a smartly-dressed older man walked in. You straightened up and put on your customer service smile as he walked up to you.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

He didn’t smile at you or greet you, “Is this the magician Suga’s office?”

You forced yourself to keep the smile as you remember that asshole, “Yes it is.”

“Is he available?”

“Let me check his schedule,” you said sweetly and looked at the planner in front of you that you knew was empty, “He is available. I’ll let you in then.”

You opened the door for him and led him to the office.

Those brand of clothes are expensive, he must be rich, you thought, I wonder what he came to wish for.

Suga was sitting behind his desk when you entered the room. He greeted the man with a handshake and you gave him a dirty look behind the man’s back, which Suga ignored.

“Do you want tea?” Suga asked the man and he said yes. Suga then turned to you, “Prepare some tea for this gentleman.”

You looked at him in shock but Suga gave you a pointed look and you gave him a gritted smile, “Sure! Tea coming right up, sir.”

It wasn’t until you left the office did you realize that he gave no indication how you were supposed to make the tea. Bastard.

You wondered through the hallway and found a kitchen. Does he live here or something? And started to go through the cabinets to find tea. Eventually you found that there was some tea that was already brewed and still hot, so you put a cup and the kettle on a tray and walked back to the office. I’m not going to serve any for that trickster.

You opened the door to find that they were in a middle of a conversation, so you were careful to be quiet.

“…wish for?”

The man spoke up, “Because of my own experiences with poverty, I’ve always been obsessed with making money, no matter the means. This was all for my only son, whom I never wanted to experience what I had to go through.”

You set the cup in front of the man and started to pour the tea, he paid you no mind. You saw that there was a photo of an attractive young guy on the table and figured that this must be the son he was talking about.

“For the sake of his future, I also went through the trouble to set him up with an acceptable match. But…without any consideration for me he went ahead and started to date a poor, unhealthy girl.”

You started to walk away, but when you mentioned that you paused. This doesn’t sound good at all.

“I’ve tried everything to separate them, but none of it worked and that’s why I’m here today. I heard you’d grant any wishes as long as it doesn’t mess with life’s existence.”

No, don’t tell me—

“So I’ll make my wish, it doesn’t matter if I go to debt—please split up my son and that horrible girl.”

You look at Suga in shock, surely he wouldn’t—

Suga seemed unfazed, “Your wish has been received. Those two people will definitely have to part.”

Does this guy have a conscious? Any morals? Your opinion of him, if possible, dropped even lower.

The man smiled, “Oh, thank you! How much do you require…?”

“I don’t take money.” Suga said simply, “But the moment your wish is granted I will take your most prized possession.”

The man looked a bit worried, “My most prized possession? It’s not money?”

“For the most part, humans live without actually knowing what’s most important to them. The most important thing to you isn’t money. The moment your wish is granted, you’ll understand exactly what that is.”

“…alright. Whatever it is, it won’t be a big deal..”

“Alright, then you need to sign the contract, I—“

You couldn’t hold your tongue for a second longer and set down the tray on the desk hard as you glared at Suga, “Why are you such an ass? Do you have any sense of decency whatsoever?” You then turned to the man, “Same goes for you, baldy—making such a thing as your wish! You should be ash—“ You felt lips move but no sound came from it. You gave Suga at dirty look, knowing that he did this to shut you up. The nerve!

Both men seemed unfazed as the man signed the contract and asked, “Then when will you…?”

“It will be granted at midnight.”

The man nodded, stood up, and held up his hand, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Suga shook his hand and the man walked pass you and left the office. You just looked at Suga in disbelief.

“You shouldn’t have interfered.”

You snorted and realized you were able to make sounds again, “You’d really grant such a wish? You think it’s just okay to grant any wish at all?”

He didn’t even looked up at you, “I don’t have any interest in human wishes to begin with. The only thing of importance is the precious possession I receive in return.”

Of course he wasn’t human, you thought, somehow that didn’t surprise you.

But still, granting a wish that will separate two people deeply in love…

“You’re truly evil.” You simply said, “I’ll stop that wish from coming true myself.”

He finally looked up, “Are you planning to kill me?”

“W-what?”

“Once a contract is made if the wish fails to be granted I’ll die.”, he simply said, like he was discussing the weather, “I have no intention of letting you get in my way. It may not look like much, but I stake my life every time I grant a wish.”

You were not amused at all, “An idiot who banks his life on such things deserves to die.”

Suga regarded you and there was a heavy silence. He then said, “Fine, then try it. If you really think you can. Let’s make a bet. If you succeed, I’ll release you from having to work for me.”

You were wary of making a bet with him, but this was so tempting. Not only will you be helping this couple, you could be free.

“But,” Suga continued, “if you fail, then you’ll remain in my employment until I get tired of you.”

Until he was tired of me?, you thought, I can be very annoying, he’ll soon grow tired of me.

For you, it was a win-win situation. You have to at least try to help this couple, you don’t think you’ll ever forgive yourself if you don’t try.

“Deal.”

You managed to worm the address of the apartment where the son and his fiancee is living from Suga.

Gotta hurry, there’s only four hours until midnight.

You were running to the direction of the address and slammed into a guy so hard you both feel on the floor. You sat up and looked over to see if the guy was alright but he was unconscious. Panicking, you rush over him and try to get him to wake.

“Oh shit—I’m sorry! Please don’t die, wake up!”

You heard strange sounds coming from him and paused, was that—-?

“Don’t worry,” the boy said, “This isn’t the sound of death, it’s my stomach growling.” He gave a small laugh and you were relieved that he was okay.

You then looked at his face and narrowed your eyes.

“Do I know you?”

He frowned as he slowly sat up, “I don’t think so…”

Wait—he’s the son! He looks just like the guy in the picture! Wow, it’s my luck that I run into him here.

Before you can say anything, he gave out a cry of disappointment, “Oh no! The dinner I made…”

You looked to see what he was looking at and saw a lunch box knocked over and the food was all over the pavement. You grimaced and looked at the boy, who looked like he was a bout to cry.

“I made it just for her…and it was all the money I had left…”

His stomach growled again and he looked at you in embarrassment.

Scrambling for the opportunity, you bluttered out, “Let me make it up to you--let me buy you some food!”

His face lit up, “You would do that? I’ll greatly appreciate it...”

You helped him off the floor and you guys walked to the nearest convenience store.

“What’s your name? Mine is y/n.”

“Chan.” He answered.

“So, you mentioned a girl…?”

Chan lit up, “Yes! My fiancee, Jeonghwa, I love her so much. She’s a few years older than me, but I don’t mind.”

“How did you guys met?” You asked, curious. He obviously loves Jeonghwa so much, he is so animated talking about her.

“I was doing a summer internship at my dad’s hospital, my dad owns a hospital by the way, when I met Jeonghwa in the cafeteria. She was so beautiful and so sweet, I had to talk to her. It took me a while to impress her and make her see me as a man, but it was all worth it.”

“If your dad owns a hospital, how are starving now?” You asked, you can already guess what had happened though.

Chan’s face distorted to anger, “Yeah all my dad cares about is money. When he heard that I got engaged to Jeonghwa he threatened to cut me off. And when that didn’t work he kicked me out of the house and said the only way he would want to see my face again was if I broke up with her.”

You were shocked by how cruel his father was, “Wow, I’m so sorry. My parents are dead, but at least they were never like that.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” Chan sighed, “My dad wasn’t always like this. Before my mom died he was actually really decent and actually cared about me. Afterwards though, he became obsessed with money.”

You fell silent and you paid for the food, “...Well at least I can help out in this little way.”

Chan lit up, “No, this is awesome--you didn’t really have to do this. We really appreciate it!”

You smiled at Chan’s beaming face, he was a good kid.

You guys continued to talk as you walked to the bad side of town and entered a worn looking apartment building.

“Jeonghwa, love, look—food!” Chan said excitedly as he burst through the door. It was a small one bedroom apartment, obviously very run-down, and a beautiful but frail woman was sitting on the bed.

“Where did you get all this food?” She then noticed your presence, “And who’s this?”

“It’s a funny story,” Chan replied as he started taking the food out and preparing it. He then explained how the two of you met, “She bought all this because she felt bad, noona.”

Jeonghwa frowned, “But Chan, you caused so much trouble for someone you don’t know. You’re really…” she then stopped and looked away.

Chan stopped his preparations, “You were going to call me young again, huh?”

“No, but when you do things like this I—“

“I’m not that young, I’ll work hard to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“What..?”

“I took a leave of absence from school—“

“What? You quit school?” Jeonghwa was obviously not happy and the couple obviously forgot that you were here because they were talking quite freely.

“No, I didn’t quit, I’m just taking a break—“

“That’s basically the same thing!”

“Look, I was kicked out of home so it’s not like I can afford to go to school anymore.”

“I told you not to worry about school. I’m better now and can work, I can support us.”

“Don’t say that! You barely recovered, how can you work?”

“I don’t want you to end up like me!” Jeonghwa cried, “A loser with no job or future.”

“Don’t say that.” Chan said, grabbing her hand, “You have a future.”

Jeonghwa was crying, “I don’t want to ruin yours though.”

Her tears made Chan’s eyes start to water, “You’re not ruining my future, noona!”

“Yes, I am!”

They were getting agitated and it was one line away from it becoming a full blown fight. You panicked, what if they end up breaking up? I have to do something…

“H-hey!” You called, getting their attention, “I can take care of the food, at least until you can afford it. My family died and now I get monthly income that’s more than enough, so I can help you.”

They both stared at you, then looked at each other.

“She must have hit her head really hard when she fell.”

“We must be very pitiful, huh?”

“She’s clearly not thinking well.”

“Clearly.”

Great, that had the opposite effect, “Look, look, I can really help—!”

They simply ignored me and Chan started to feed Jeonghwa.

“Eat this, since you haven’t eaten been able to eat in a few days.”

You kept trying to get their attention, but they seemed to be in their own little world.

No, I can’t fail…but they won’t even listen to me…, you thought.

“What about you…?” Jeonghwa asked.

Chan gave her a bright smile, “I already ate.”

Liar, you thought, if his stomach growling earlier was any indication.

Jeonghwa started to cough and Chan was instantly at her side, “Noona? Are you okay?”

She started to hug her stomach, “My stomach…it hurts…”

Chan started to panic as Jeonghwa fainted in his arms. He turned to you, “Y/N, what should I do?”

Tears started to well in his eyes and you quickly brought out your phone and called a taxi.

“We have to get her to the hospital fast.” You said and he nodded as he picked her up effortlessly.

The travel to the hospital was tense, Jeonghwa came back to consciousness but she was still feeling very weak and her stomach was still in pain.

She was carted into the emergency room and you had the task in trying to comfort Chan.

“I knew it wouldn’t last,” he mumbled, “this happiness. I knew sooner or later her sickness was going to be too much. I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this hospital bill.”

You again offered to help him, but he shook his head.

“Jeonghwa is right, it’s too much to ask for a stranger—you already did more than enough.”

Before you can argue about that, the doctor came out and Chan ran up to him.

“Well…?”

“Well the good news is that it’s nothing serious, she’s sick because you feed her such greasy food after days of not eating. But more importantly while I was running tests on her, I found out that her sickness has gotten much worse. If she doesn’t get surgery right away, she could die.”

Chan’s face fell, “But I can’t come up with the money right away…”

“I recommend you try to. Every minute is valuable.”

“But how could this be? Last time, you said she was getting better.”

“It’s perplexing to me too. It’s unusual for the patient to get worse in such a short time…”

Did Suga do this, you thought, the bastard, bringing Jeonghwa’s health into this—she could die!

You looked at the your phone and, sure enough, it was almost midnight. That son of a bitch, if she dies because of this…

You heard Chan sigh and looked up to him; he looked like he was debating something.

“There’s only one way...”

“What...?”

You noticed his father was there, and clenched your hands. Of course.

“You win,” Chan said solemnly, “If you can save her, I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t see her.”

His father smiled, “I knew you’ll come around.”

“They said she’ll get better once she gets surgery.”

“I’ll make sure she’s healed.”

“Then I’ll do it, I’ll break up with her.”

“No.” You whispered and looked at your phone. Midnight on the dot.

Chan’s father also realizes it’s midnight and he stared at his son as his eyes widened in panic, “Wait—”

Chan looked at his father in confusion, but then he suddenly collapsed. His father tried to catch him but he too went to the ground, unable to support all the weight. He started to panic.

“Chan! No, not my son!” Medics started to swarm around them and Chan’s father collapsed.

You were shook by the whole scene, which happened so quickly. You knew somehow Suga was responsible for all this and wondered if Chan ended up being his most prized possession.

I have to find Suga, you thought as you ran out of the hospital and to the direction of Suga’s office. Things can’t end like this.

You couldn’t remember when was the last time you ran this much, but by the time you reached the lobby you were really out of breath. You were able to catch your breath a bit when you were in the elevator. When the elevator door opened, you ran up to his office. Suga was resting in the couch. It seems like your entrance woke him up and he was glaring at you.

You ignored this and said, “What did you do to them?”

He simply stared at you.

“Well?” You asked, losing your patience.

“I didn’t do anything, now let me go to slee—“

He started to close his eyes when you poked his cheek, “Chan and his dad. The one who asked for the wish today—what did you do to them?”

Suga glared at you, “Don’t touch me. And I didn’t do anything to Chan. As for the father, I didn’t do anything to him, strictly speaking.”

“Then why did they both collapse? Right when the wish was granted, they collapsed.”

Suga seemed to realize that I wouldn’t leave until he offered me an explanation and let out a sigh. He slowly got up and started to walk. You followed him, confused. He walked down the hallway and opened one of the rooms. It was a room filled with vases and boxes. He went towards the middle of the room where there was a floating crystal orb. “See for yourself, they’re fine.”

“What—?”

He waved his hand and in the orb there was an image inside the crystal ball. It was Chan and his father, who was in a hospital bed. They seemed like they were talking and you heard soft voices coming from the orb. You strained your ears to listen.

“—you’re alright!”, the father grabbed Chan’s hands, as if making sure he was right there in front of him. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Chan said awkwardly, “I was starved for so long that I must’ve gotten dizzy. But what happened to you? Do you feel fine? The doctor said you just collapsed because of stress.”

The father still looked shocked, as if he was trying to process everything, “Tell me, is that girl alright?”

Chan looked puzzled, “What?”

“Your fiancee—is she alright?”

“Y-yeah, they just finished the surgery on her and she should be recovering.”

“I’m glad that she’s doing better; you should go see her though.”

Chan looked so shook, “Wait, what? I thought you didn’t want me to see her again…”

“I know, but I while I thought you were gone I realized how silly I was being. You love her, right?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Then that’s all that matters. I was a fool before thinking that money will bring you happiness.”

“Father, I--” With tears in his eyes, Chan hugged his father, “Thank you.”

Confused at the scene in front of you, you turned to Suga.

“Why is he like that? You did do something to him after all.”

“I only took his most prized possession, as promised.”

“So then what did you—?”

“Greed” Suga answered, “Usually it’s a lie when parents say they do things in the kid’s best interest. He never did the things he did for his son, but because of his greed.”

You stood there in awe and looked back at the scene in the orb, “So what happens now?”

“Well since I took his greed away they’ll be happy, for now. But there’s always another type of greed that springs up eventually. Hopefully, he would learn his lesson by then.”

This guy, you thought, maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

“Did you plan this from the start?”

“No.” Suga simply said, “I knew his son was the most important thing so I risked my life and took the next best thing. Fortunately, it worked.”

He studied the vase labeled ‘greed’ and you have to say you were a little impressed.

“Do you do that often? Instead of taking someone special from them you take something else that can be lost?”

Suga laughed, “Oh no, I have taken souls before—see that vase?” He pointed to a vase across the room, “That’s my collection of good looking guys.”

You stared at him to see if he was joking but he was as serious as ever, “Wow, you’re sick—I definitely can’t trust you.”

And to think I was so close to thinking he was a good guy, I should have known.

Suga just smirked, “It’s probably better if you don’t. Well since you lost the bet, you’ll be working for me until I get tired of you. Which could be tomorrow, could be fifty years from now—we’ll see.”

You inwardly sighed, he’s right—I’m probably going to see him for god knows how long. The very least we can be is civil so that we don’t have such a miserable time. You held out your hand.

“I dunno if you know, but my name’s Y/N. In any case, I’m sorry I told you to die.”

He just stared at my hand and said, “Ah, yeah…”

So rude!, you thought as you awkwardly brought your hand down, “Don’t just say ‘ah yeah’. I said my name, so you’re supposed to say yours back.”

“You already know my name.”

“No, I meant your real name.”

There was a slight paused, then, “Just call me Suga. There’s a curse on my real name, so if you use it you’ll get hurt.”

Ugh, nothing can be simple with him, you thought, why do I feel like this is only the start of some cruel plan the universe had thought up for me?

“Fine, Suga.”

You were still suspicious of him and his agenda, he was still an absolute jerk, but at least you’re not alone anymore.

#suga fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts x reader #magic!yoongi #magic!bts #suga angst #yoongi angst #the magician and I

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hollandbaby · 7 years ago

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for him. - t.h

disclaimer; i do not own tom, this is all my imagination.

warnings; some swearing i think

we make a really good team, and not everyone sees, we’ve got this crazy chemistry between us

You and Tom weren’t typically compatible. He oozes confidence, could make conversation effortlessly, and was smooth in his flirting with people. He spent his weekend, and some weekday, nights partying, getting drunk and finding someone to get off with (just kissing, he’s not that much of an asshole) rather than doing schoolwork and extra revision for exams, which led to him failing a lot of his tests and not doing particularly well in lessons. You, on the other hand, were completely different. You spent your nights in the library doing the assigned work, and extra studying, so that you pass your tests and do well in class. You weren’t a huge fan of parties, hardly enjoying the sweaty atmosphere and loud, drunk people who are either throwing up or making out with strangers. You preferred to keep to yourself and your friends, listening to chilled out music at home when you weren’t busy studying. But when you met Tom, there was just this spark between you two, however cliché that sounds.

He approached you in the corridor, one day, just after you’d gotten results back from some tests. You were in 2 of the same classes, but had never had the opportunity to speak to one another, however Tom clearly knew you were smart and that you put effort into your studies or else he wouldn’t have spoken to you about tutoring. You were walking to next lesson with your friend when they suddenly turned to you, “don’t look now but the Tom Holland is walking towards us,” they whispered, freaking out. You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, not seeing the big deal with this Tom guy.

“I don’t understand why you’re freaking out so much, he’s just a person.” Just as you finish your sentence, Tom stops in front of you.

“Hi, Y/N, right?” Your heart beats faster than usual and you can feel your cheeks flush slightly. He knows my name.

“Yeah, uh, what can, uh, what can I do for you?” Wow real smooth.

“I got my exam results back and my parents are not happy about them. They said I’ll need tutoring and I thought you’d be a great tutor, seeing as you’re a straight A student.” He flashes a smile at you; he’s friendly.

“Sure, just let me know when.” And with that he smirks at you, giving you his phone number and heads off in the opposite direction.

You’d been tutoring Tom for some time now, trying to get his grades back up. He was actually fairly smart, he just didn’t apply himself like you did. You assumed this was due to his nature of wanting to party and get drunk, he and his best friend Harrison often went to parties together, and your friends would always tell you about it even though you’d repeatedly tell them ‘I don’t really care’. One weekend, he cancelled your tutoring session to go to a party. You were disheartened at this, you were actually looking forward to spending time with Tom. Every time you were together, you’d get these stupid butterflies in your stomach, your face would go red and you would stumble over your words. The way Tom made you feel was no help; he would give you his undivided attention while you explained things to him, such as why Iago’s famous ‘I am not what I am’ quote was so significant in Shakespeare’s Othello, or how he would accidentally brush his fingers against yours when you went to flip the next page of the book, causing electricity to run through your veins. Or how he would smile up at you with his warm brown eyes whenever he got a question right. It was all so cheesy and cliché and you hated it.

That next Monday you saw Tom, at lunch, on the other side of the canteen with his arm around a girl’s shoulders. She was beautiful. Long, silky hair, dazzling smile, striking blue eyes, lovely figure. She was laughing at something someone had said, her gorgeous eyes scrunched up. She even looked pretty while laughing. Tom was laughing along too, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes - you could see that even from the other side of the canteen. He caught your eye and smiled at you, this one reaching his eyes, but you turned away and kept your head down, focused on your lunch. Your friends were all talking about Tom and his new ‘girl’, to which you told them ‘I don’t really care.’ Except you did care, more than you wanted to admit.

You were surprised at the text you’d gotten later that night. You were studying for a mid-unit test, when your phone screen buzzed once, indicating a new text message. You expected one of your friends to have texted you, asking if you’d started revising to which the answer was always ‘yes, I’m not failing this test.’ However, the contact who had texted you wasn’t one of your closer friends, but rather Tom. You screwed your face up in confusion, before swiping your phone to unlock it and read the message from him.

Hey 5:36PM

You debated for a solid minute what to reply. Do I say ‘hey’? ‘heyy’? Is that too casual? Shall I say hello? No that’s too formal.

Hi 5:38PM

I didn’t see you much today 5:38PM

You were surprised by this. Did he want to see you today? You doubted it, seeing as he had a new girl on his arm.

I didn’t think you wanted to 5:40PM

Why would you think that?? 5:42PM

Should you tell him the truth? Or would that give away your growing feelings for him?

Idk. I didn’t think you’d considered me anything more than a tutor 5:45PM

I thought we were friends? 5:46PM

You took a while to think of a response to this one. Were you friends? You talked and all, but you didn’t hang out together. You had playful banter sometimes, after you’d finished tutoring him of course, but was it all friendly? Or was he just being nice? Did you want to be friends with him?

I guess so. I just figured you’d be busy with your new girlfriend 5:53PM

Girlfriend? 5:54PM

This boy was constantly on his phone. You let out a sigh at his distracting texts and decided to ignore it, he was just playing dumb.

Oh 6:01PM

I see 6:01PM

You’re talking about Annie 6:01PM

You really didn’t care what her name was.

Annie’s not my girlfriend, I’m not interested in her. I was helping her make Harrison jealous, she met him at the party on Saturday and fancies the pants off him 6:03PM

That’s why I had my arm around her at lunch 6:04PM

Tom, I don’t care it’s not any of my business tbh 6:05PM

Well we are friends aren’t we? So, as my friend, it is your business :) 6:06PM

You couldn’t tell if that made you feel happy or not. He wasn’t dating this Annie girl, but did care? You did really care. For months, you and Tom had started texting and hanging out a lot more and you’d become best friends. The only problem was the feelings you had for him were only growing stronger. One Thursday evening he texts you;

Fancy a party? You’ve been studying so hard, you could use a break 8:34PM

I don’t do parties, Tom 8:35PM

Please Y/N :( it’s tomorrow night and I want to take you 8:35PM

Your heart fluttered at that. He wants to take me? Like as a date? You told yourself it wasn’t a date, that Tom didn’t like you that way. But you couldn’t deny there was something there, something about the way Tom made you feel, the way he treated you.

Pick me up at 8 8:38PM

Awesome :) see you then ;) 8:38PM

You smiled and shook your head at this. He was such a dork, sometimes, given his fuckboy exterior, it was a really nice personality trait of his.

a/n: there will be a part 2 to this! @allforholland (lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my fics!)

#tom holland fluff #tom holland headcanon #tom holland drabble #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #tom holland #harry holland #sam holland #harrison osterfield

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hyyunjinn · 7 years ago

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I swear if I forgot someone, and I feel like I am because I’m so bad at keeping track of things, I’m gonna go scream. ALSO: all those tags and mentions I’ve been tagged in, I swear I saw them but it was usually when I’m in the middle of doing something and I didn’t want to reblog aND THEN I JUST LOST THE TAG so I’m sorry ; - ;

But uh, I. Reached. 3K. Followers. On this blog a while ago actually I’m just that lazy of a person and I never do anything on time. And I just wanted to say thank you so much for supporting me and screaming about Stray Kids daily? I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally which is why this might turn into a rant—but I just want to use my emotional energy for something good and that’s saying thank you! This is the first time a community has shown so much interest in my work and supporting it and I really, really can’t say how much I appreciate you all. I’ve been creating content for a while now, but it just never got the support I hoped for and,,, idk—just the fact that you guys like this blog just makes me so happy. And it’s not just the gifs: the gfx and writing that I post are the ones I care more about and I’ve gotten so many positive comments on it ahhhhhhh I want to hug each and everyone of you.

I know I don’t respond that well and those who tried to talk to me are probably disappointed by how I keep up a conversation but aklsfjasf I want to use this an appreciation post for all the wonderful people I met because of Stray Kids. Also, I want to say that, I’ve tried to talk and support you guys all—even if I don’t follow you, I lurk your blog and stuff—it’s just wow, we’re getting really big and I feel bad not being able to interact with everyone BUT I WANT TO SAY THAT ALL OF YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU WORTH MORE THAN YOU BELIEVE YOU DO. I think it’s easier for me to talk about random stuff on kakaotalk so uhhh, if you wanna shoot me a message my id is cicikookie!

And just to my followers in general: thank you so much for sticking around haha. I see a lot of regular usernames and lurk sometimes haha so ;)) Thank you ♡

Thank you again for being so supportive and I love interacting with all of you: LET’S SUPPORT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME!

So, I guess I’ll start with the personalized messages:

@changlix Wow Lexi, you were my first friend in this fandom anD IDK WHAT IT WAS THAT MADE ME DROP MY USERNAME TO YOU BUT AKLSJFALSF LOL I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS because everyone loves you and you’re amazing and I love your blog and everything and alskdfjaslfd you’re really crazy but I love you and ahHhHhhh. I know you’re busy with life, but whenever we talk even for like 2 messages at a time, I love it so much. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE THROWING SHADE AT EACH OTHER EARLY ON. I still. Can’t believe. yOUR PROFILE PICTURE IS STILL HYUNJIN ON TWT WYD GIRL. And you calling me a hoe—wow, I keep that close to my heart. HAHA BUT ALL JOKES ASIDE, I appreciate you so much for being the inclusive self that you are and keep being amazing. Okay, I’ll admit: when you told me to “take care of your man properly or i’m coming for him cici” I THINK THAT’S THE REASON I’M STILL LOYAL TO HIM OR I WOULD’VE SWERVED AGES AGO. Thanks Lexi, you’re best ;) altho how could you come for him when i am taking care of him, traitor

@manny27lei I’m adding you here but I don’t even wanna write you anything hAH. YOU DON’T EVEN TALK ABOUT SK. MAKE A SIDEBLOG AND I MIGHT

jk ily thanks for listening to me cry everyday and laskfdjasf it’s crazy how we met because of sk but it’s not even because of sk, it’s because of svt whoops

@seungminty yOU’RE STILL MY FAVE SEUNGMIN STAN AND YOU FOREVER WILL BE. ULT SEUNGMIN STAN. And ofc vocal line enthusiast. Thank you for being you and asklfdjasldf goodness, sometimes I worry that you’re being too hard on yourself MAR ILY AND THE GC LOVES YOU AND BE CONFIDENT! YOU’RE AMAZING AND A TIIINY BIT OF YOURSELF GOTTA FLAUNT IT. You keep the chat going and ahhHhhH I don’t even know how much I want to say the fact that I appreciate you so much. Thank you thank you thank you ♡ random confession: you make me really soft because you’re so soft and i just wanna hug you until everything goes well for you

@princeminho ASFKLJASLFD MAHI! MY CEREAL BUDDY! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE A actually, the fact that he was your icon should’ve told me bUT WHAT. MINHO STAN SINCE DAY ONE? WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO ADMIT IT AHAHHAHAHAH I’M STILL SO SHOOK. You’re so lowkey about your love for him and I feel and it’s really cute and lksadfjalsd FAVE MINHO STAN BC I DON’T FEEL LIKE I NEED TO FIGHT YOU UNLIKE SOMEONE/ Thank you for just hanging around and taking our shit and just being you—I love talking to you so much, you’re so amazing and ♡♡♡♡♡

@9traykids I give up. You can have Minho. You save me every time you send in Hyunjin photos and I cannot appreciate you enough hAH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND I JUST START SPAZZING OUT AND ALSFJDASDF that one photo where you badly edited with “i ♡ cici” I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THAT AHHHHH. stop making me cry ; - ; I love talking to you and you’re so randomly funny and laskdfjasf THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY ♡♡♡♡♡

@seungchanie HI YOU AMAZING PERSON I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOSOSO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I’m not quite even sure how we met but it’s like one of those friendships where it feels like it’s been forever because, everything is just a blur but there are good moments, you know what I mean? Vale, I love you so much—you’re so cute and friendly and whenever we talk, I get so excited because you’re so excited and hehe aHHHHHHHH LEMME JUST HUG YOU. You’re always there and yOUR CONTENT. I LOVE YOUR CUTE LITTLE FANARTS AND THAT 3RACHA SCIFI AU WTF I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR YOUR AMAZINGNESS. You have a really simplistic style and I love it so much mwah

@hyunjinh laksdjf hi jas!! oKAY CAN I JUST SAY YOU’RE PROBABLY MY TUMBLR CRUSH BUT LIKE, WE TALKED BEFORE BUT I STILL DON’T ASLKDFJASD IDK YOU’RE REALLY COOL AND I REALLY LIKE TALKING TO YOU but idk how to keep a convo going and ahHhhHh LOWKEY BLUSHING BC I REALLY LIKE YOU HAHAH you’re really amazing and I love your blog and I hope we can become better friends hehe.

@straykidzz OKAY TBH IDEK WHEN OR HOW BUT THE FACT THAT WE NEVER HAD LIKE, A PROPER CONVERSATION and yet we act like good friends is aslkdfjasldf—maybe it’s a mutual thing hehe aHHH MANDA ILYSM AND JUST SEEING YOU ON MY DASH MAKES ME SO HAPPY. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been here as long as me heheh. I hope we get to know each other better and skajflasdf W A H ♡♡♡♡♡♡ TAKE MY HEARTS

@chanbng Fishy, you. are SO AMAZING — we never seem to be on the chat at the same time but you’re so sweet and lasdfjasdlf wow i’m highkey crushin haha AHHHHHHHI JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND THANKS FOR BEING YOU and i hope we get to talk more heheh

@aussieline KLASDFJALKSDF YA BIBI WE NEVER ACTUALLY HAD A REAL CONVERSATION BUT JUST, THIS MUTUAL THING WE GOT GOING ON? ILYSM YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOUR ARTWORK ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we gotta talk more omg but thank you for providing my dark life with cute fanart and cute tags, you’re adorable

@jeongin-ie sup smol softie ilySM WE GOTTA START CHATTING FOR REAL OR SMTH YO which means i should be the one who sends the message but laskdfjsadf i su k but i also want to be better friends with you ; - ; hit me up with your kkt thO THEN WE CAN CHAT PLSPSPSLSPSL i hate chatting on tumblr lmao CJ, YOUR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOUR BLOG IS CUTE AND YOU’RE CUTE thanks for being you :)

@strgaykids Okay. I SAW YOUR 3K POST THING AND YOU ARE SO PRETTY I NEARLY FELL OFF MY CHAIR CONGRATS ON HITTING THE MILESTONE TOO! You make the fandom so much more fun and I love the shitposts you have TBH, I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO BECOME FRIENDS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU SEEM, I was gonna say chill, but maybe lit? but that doesn’t really make anysense—tHE POINT IS: hiimciciandihopewe’lltalklaterinthefuturehehebyegottablast

@spearbin asklfjdsaldf pffffffft Camille right? YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND I JUST, LOVE YOU AS A PERSON AND SEEING YOU SPAZZ OUT IN THE TAGS IS SO CUTE and i have a highkey tumblr crush on you but like, we’ve interacted before and >///< AHHHH HIHIHI I REALLY WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT I’M SUPER AWKAWRD I HIGHKEY HOPE YOU DON’T SEE THIS BUT YOU PROBABLY WILL AND PFFFFFT I’LL JUST, LEAVE NOW

@chanskitty AHHHHH DIAN HOW ARE YOU?????? I know we don’t talk as much anymore but — ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ You’re so amazing and chill and ahhhhhhhh. You are taking care of yourself right? Getting sleep? I HOPE WE GET TO TALK MORE SOON ♡ I’LL SEND A MESSAGE OR SMTH tag you in something????/// :DD

@realstraykids Did you know it took me a couple of weeks (or was it days) after following you to realize that your url is the same handle as Stray Kids’ official ig name alskfdjasdf I FACEPALMED MYSELF SO HARD LMAO — also hold on, I didn’t know you’re minho bIASED AH YESSSSSSSSSS Em. I really hope we get to know each other better beCAUSE YOU’RE SO COOL AND I LOVE YOUR EDITS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They’re really different but a good kind of different and tell me your ways of sitting in front of a computer screen and masking each frame of a moving object hOW I HATE DOING THAT

@stray-k1ds hOLy cow I don’t think i actually know your name—is it Tiffany? I THINK WE FORGOT TO INTRODUCE OURSELVES—I’m Cici! AND I LOVE TALKING TO YOU YOU’RE SO CUTE AND LASKFJAAKD I love your cute little scenarios and all that and keep up the good work!!!!!!! I HOPE WE CAN BECOME BETTER FRIENDS AY

@jeongn pfft Nicolle, you actually haVEN’T DONE ANYTHING IN A WHILE THAT MADE ME WANT TO BLOCK YOU AHAHHALSFKJASLDF i still can’t get that image of tired chan and his accent coming out whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME you can be so cool and so fREAKING TALENTED I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOLLOWS M E. I love the times we do actually talk, so! :))) I hope we become better friends ayyYyyyyYYY

@stray4419 hehehehehe i know we just started talking but Chi, you are so kindhearted and i’ve said it twice and i’ll say it again: thank you so so so much for personally offering me a shoulder to cry on haha. You have no idea how touched I was and I really can’t thank you enough. LET’S MEET UP SOMETIME AND CRY ABOUT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER YO AHHHHHHHHH

@woojinskids eASILY YOU’RE MY FAVE WOOJIN STAN M. YOU’RE SO SOFT FOR HIM AND READING YOUR TAGS FOR HIM IS SO CUTE I actually fall in love with him even more every time you talk about him aahahh I know we don’t talk as much but I really love seeing you around ♡

@chxngbins NehaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISS TALKING TO YOUUUUUUU and your old username not gonna lie alskdfjasdf whoops but AHHH YOU’RE SO CUTE and smart wow and asldfkjsdf I wish I was as levelheaded as you pFFT. You are so amazing and smol and i associate you with that picture of namjoon eating pizza lmao BUT AHHHH KEEP BEING YOU ILYSM

@felixsfreckles I WAS LOOKING THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST AND ASLKDFJASLDFK WTF I CAN’T BELIEVE I WASN’T FOLLOWING YOU THE ENTIRE TIME i feel so bad omg i’m sorry—actually hold on, are you not a felix stan anymore wH A T. but alskfa hiiiiii thanks for being amazing!!!!!!!! idk, you’re like one of those mutuals that, I’m sorta comfortable knowing that you exist? because you are so nice and we’ve been on here for so long kinda thing haha ♡

@bunny-minsungie asfjkdhsda I KNOW OUR CHAT IS PRETTY MUCH ALL BUSINESS SOUNDING/RELATED NOW BUT I JUST WANNA TAKE THE TIME TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING and doing so much ; - ; Now that I think about it, we don’t even talk about anything else noooooooo but I really appreciate you Lys ♡ and that demon!hyunjin au is seriously taking over me omf

@bbang-channie Dude Leah, you are so cool omg—you’re so inviting and fun to talk to and AHHHHH I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER BECAUSE LKSDJAFLSDF FROM THE SHORT TIME WE’VE TALKED VIA GCs, I love it ; - ; UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT!!! I APPRECIATE YOU BUDDY!!

@seoracha I KNOW YOU’RE NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE but i just wanna say you the craziest triple biaser i’ve met probably the only triple biaser i know and honestly idek how your brain works but lmao miri you’re so cool ily

@utlwoojisung @kim-squishmin @doublekn0t @chanyeolsidepiece @vallkyr @hi-hello32 @sparklingthoughtss @straykidding @indiepoptime @f3lix-lee @ultchris @maaatryoshka @straykidsstan @softlix OKOK I KNOW WE’VE TALKED BEFORE/ARE MESSAGING/SOMEHOW INTERACTED AND YOU SEEM COOL but alksdfsd like, I don’t know you guys as well bUT I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU ALL TOO AND I HOPE WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! :))

Ummmm, here are people that I follow and don’t really know but uhhhh ihopewegettotalkonedayahahiwantmorefriendsandyouguysseemreallycooltotalktoahhh @jicue @chans97 @cosychans @lees-minho @leefelixs @chngbins @changbinsplushie @starrykids @softstraykids @sprearb @stray-keeds-in-yo @straykeeds @hyuunjins @bvian @straybros @straykidsmp3 @straykiz @straybabies @stkids @1straykids @felixeslee @jeonginie @jeongin @str4y-kids @bchanies @changbln

#THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN A MILLION TIMES OVER ; - ;#cici's stray thoughts #milestone

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iwriteficsnottragediesladies · 7 years ago

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Soldier Girl pt 6

A/N: Here’s another installment of my newest fic series that I hope you guys are enjoying! If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, lemme know. *Smut @opheren @zimeah @staticpalmsvibes @multifandom-slytherin @melonandtheirfictionalcharacters @toystorytwowasokay @beeboatthedxsco

Brendon is right. The next morning when you wake up, the boys seem unfazed by last night.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Zack asks you, sleep still in his voice as he eats a spoonful of his cereal.

“I’m okay,” say. You look to all of the boys. “I’m so sorry I woke you guys up last night.”

“Don’t be, Y/n,” Dallon responded, “We’re here for you anytime.”

Dallon was always so genuine. He meant every word he spoke, and you admire that. Everyone was nodding in agreement.

“Yeah um,” You start trying to explain yourself, “That uh… It happens to me sometimes.” They are looking at you, listening intently. You look over to Brendon and he is gazing at you. He makes you feel so brave. You trust all of them enough and decide to continue. “I have nightmares… Flashbacks, sometimes,” Your lower your volume, about to share your secret. “PTSD.”

As soon as it comes out of your mouth it’s real, and you kind of want to take it back. To your surprise, none of them even blinked an eye, just empathy rose in their expressions. You feel more comfortable.

“That must be really hard, Y/n,” Kenny says.

“Yeah it–” You clear you throat as your voice cracks with emotion, “It is sometimes.”

“A lot of vets have PTSD,” Zack said, offering you comfort.

“None of the guys I served with will talk about it,” You say, “It’s a sign of weakness, I guess.”

“Weak is the last word I would ever associate with you,” Dan replies with a small smile.

“Yeah, you can always talk to us,” Kenny added with a shrug.

You couldn’t believe it. How was it that you ended up surrounded by people who support you like this? People who don’t buy the stigma of mental health issues? How did you get this lucky? They just… they get it.

Well, that conversation was a lot easier than you expected.

“Thank you, guys,” You said sincerely.

You all begin to transition comfortably into normal conversation. Brendon got up to get something to eat, but he paused for a moment, leaning over to whisper into your ear.

“Told you so,” He said with a smirk.

You want to smack that infuriatingly adorable smirk off of his face. Instead you just smile down at your knees as you blush and he walks away.

That night is a hotel night. Thank god. Some alone time would be great, especially after the drama last night.

“Okay, here’s the keys for you guys, rooms 205 and 207,” He passes the cards to Dallon, Kenny and Dan. “And you guys have 231,” He gave a pair to you and Brendon.

“Oh,” you say, “One room?”

“Yeah, hope that’s okay,” Zack replied, “It was all they had left.”

“Oh no, yeah it’s fine!” You reassure him.

Having a room alone with Brendon? The sex gods have smiled down upon you.

“Build a pillow wall,” Dallon suggested.

“Okay Donald,” You quipped and Brendon laughed so hard. Brendon hates Trump so much, you knew he would find the joke hilarious even though it was pretty lame.

You take your duffle bag into the elevator up to the second floor with everyone. You all break off to find your rooms.

The boys get into their rooms and Dallon decides to voice his suspicion.

“Wow, so this place is fully booked, huh?” Dallon asks Zack. Zack laughs in response.

“No, I just wanted to put the two love birds in a room together,” He smiled. That’s what Dallon had suspected.

“Very thoughtful,” Kenny smiled at him.

“Yeah it’s probably been forever since…” Dan trailed off, raising his eyebrows with a leery smile.

“Oh god please stop,” Dallon said dryly.

You find your door, swipe the card, and walk in. It’s a really nice room and you take a peek around with Brendon. There’s a desk, a kitchenette, a nice bathroom with a big shower and… one bed. Brendon gestured to it.

“Well,” Brendon let out an exaggerated sigh, “I guess we have no choice but to sleep together.”

You laugh and hop onto the bed, sprawling yourself out lazily.

“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make,” You cry dramatically. He crawls over top of you and gives you a few sweet kisses.

“Let’s get ready for bed, baby,” He recommends.

Baby. You approve of this new nickname.

You both start washing up. You dig through your duffle bag.

“Dammit,” You whisper to yourself.

“What is it?” Brendon asks.

“I forgot my toothbrush,” You sighed. Before he responds, you conclude, “Oh well, I’ll just go down to the front desk a get one.”

Brendon nods and you take off. You do not want to delay sexy time with Brendon any longer.

You approach the check in desk. The lady is on the phone while simultaneously checking someone in. You stand as patiently as you possibly can. Finally she is available.

“Hi, do you toothbrushes by any chance?” You inquire. The lady nods in response. She retrieves the toiletry from a back room.

“Thank you so much,” You say politely, “I’m sorry to bother you when you’re so busy, I heard you guys are booked solid.”

“Oh, no, we’re not all that busy,” She informs you kindly, “We actually have more availability than usual.”

You recall what Zack said:

“Oh,” you say, “One room?”

“Yeah, hope that’s okay,” Zack replied, “It was all they had left.”

Did he lie? Did he mean to? Did he purposefully want you to spend the night together? Was it in case you had a flashback again? Or did he suspect something between you and Brendon…

You thank the lady again and go back upstairs. Brendon is in his boxers when you arrive at the room.

“Got it?” Brendon asks.

You hold up the toothbrush triumphantly. He smiles, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close so sweetly. His demeanor then changed at the flip of a switch.

“Hurry up,” He said into your ear, voice full of lust as he squeezed you ass. He walks out of the bathroom, holding your eye contact until he’s around the corner.

You have never gotten ready for bed so fast in your entire life.

You usually just sleep in old t-shirts and shorts, just whatever is comfy. However, it’s not very cute. It’s not like you have silk lingerie lying around or anything. So, you decide to forego it all entirely.

You wrap yourself in a towel and wander back out into the room. Brendon is laying on the bed watching you, two condoms out on the night table.

You slide the towel down and drop it to the floor. You approach the bed and crawl up over him. Your first order of business was taking off those boxers. You won’t be needing them. He’s already hard.

You lean down and give him hot kisses.

“It’s been so long,” you sighed, finally feeling some relief.

“’s all I’ve wanted to do…” Brendon trails off. He is lost in your eyes, your body, happy to explore you at last.

“When I’m falling asleep, I think about you,” You whisper in a devious tone, grinding down onto his thigh in desperation. “Just imagining what I want you to do me. What I want to do to you.” You take a moment to deepen your kiss, your desire bordering on complete frenzy. Brendon is grabbing at every inch of you. You surface. “And it makes me all wet. Sometimes I have to touch myself. All alone.”

“I’m going to take care of you,” He smiles against your lips.

You get your heart beating faster and faster. You reach down and grasp his hard on, pumping it. You scoot back down to his knees and lean forward. He looks down at you and you stare at him as you take him in your mouth. His head falls back onto the pillow and his hand weaves into your hair.

You start to slide your mouth up and down on him, using a hand to make sure his whole shaft is enveloped with pleasure.

“Y/n,” He breathes.

You speed up, using your tongue to expertly stroke the underside of his cock. You hum on him and the grip in your hair grew tighter.

“Y/n,” he presses, “Please.”

You let him pop out of your mouth and crawl back up over him. He grasps one of your breasts and runs a thumb over your nipple. You exhale with a lazy smile.

“Do you want me to ride you?” You ask, “Or do you want to do the honors?”

He chuckles. He narrows his eyes in thought. “I want to fuck you,” He smirks.

You giggle, handing him one of the condoms and flipping off of him onto your back. He rolls on the condom, wasting no time. You both needed this so badly.

“You’re literally dripping wet for me,” He smiles as he strokes himself. It’s true, you can feel your wetness dripping down your thighs, probably on the bed too. Oh well. He slips a hand between your folds and circles your clit. Your hips jerk in reactions.

“Brendon,” You plead. The time for teasing is over. You need him and he needs you.

“You’re sure?” He asks you.

“Yes,” You reply with a determined nod, appreciating his caring nature, but also desperately needing him.

He pushed your thighs down against the bed as he entered you. Your eyes float shut and Brendon lets out an unsteady sigh. He thrusts deeply two times giving you time to adjust. He then lays himself down over you and starts to work on your neck, scattering kisses on your sensitive skin.

“God your are so beautiful Y/n,” He says between breathes as he strokes your sides

He thrusts harder and a high pitched noise escapes from your lips. He takes that as his cue to quicken his rhythm. You feel your thighs twitch.

“Oh god,” you moan.

“Mmm,” he hums in response. He starts to pick up the pace.

“Yes,” You whisper in encouragement, and he goes a little faster. You become louder. “Ohhh yes.” You reach above you and latch on to a pillow, the desperation consuming you.

“You feel so good, Y/n,” He breathed heavily against the skin on your neck, “So fucking good.”

“Fuck Brendon,” You exhaled, arching your back. He moved faster in you, making you gasp.

“Shit,” He grunted.

His thrusts continue and you lose yourself in the sensation. The friction is so satisfying. You need more.

“Oh fuck me harder!” You cried, “Don’t stop!”

“Oh fuck,” he strained. He was throbbing inside you. He wasn’t going to last much longer but he wanted to make sure he took care of you–and he knows how: he starts rubbing fast circles on your clit as he sits up, slamming you. Your hands fly down and grab his ass wildly.

“Bren,” You squeaked. “O-uh.” You words are no use, they dissolve into high pitched sounds.

He continued, knowing only by the sound of your voice that you were just as close as he was.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He says through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes–Uhhhhhh!” You gasped.

You then fell head first into your orgasm. You pushed back against Brendon to get him as deep as possible and he kept rubbing your clit. You can’t help but scream his name and write on the sheets. You didn’t even think about how loud you were being. It didn’t matter. You were fucking Brendon Urie–nothing else mattered.

Brendon was grinding through his own orgasm, groaning out obscenities and your name. It was so fucking hot when he made noises like that, you couldn’t get enough.

You both finally were coming down from the high. He laid himself gently on top of you, thrusting one last time. You were both completely out of breath.

“You fuck me so good Bren,” You breathed into his ear. He picked his head up and looked at you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n,” Brendon praised you with a kiss. He rolled off of you and you roll on your side to face him. You throw an arm over him and he lightly brushes some hair from your face. It’s hard to fathom how he can fuck you so hard and then suddenly be so incredibly gentle with you.

“That was amazing,” He said.

You smiled and nodded in agreement. You paused and thought for a moment.

“I miss this,” You say wistfully.

“Miss what?” He asked.

“Being able to do this.” You respond, “To touch each other, talk dirty to each other, this feeling… I just miss it so much.”

“I miss it too, baby,” He replied, stroking your cheek.

“Maybe we should get a few more rounds in then, to make up for lost time?” You offer up with a hopeful tone.

Brendon smiles widely and you giggle. You roll on top of him and resume your hot kisses.

You didn’t get much sleep that night.

A/N: Alrighty then, I hope you liked it and stay tuned for more! If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, lemme know. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

Read the next part: https://iwriteficsnottragediesladies.tumblr.com/post/164722123453/soldier-girl-pt-7

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sorceressmidnight · 7 years ago

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Midnight Sorceress

Chapter: 5/? [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?]

Chapter 5: Look At You!

Words: 2925

Warnings: Some cursing, self harm mentions, depressive break down

Primarily following the events of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it revolves around an original character.

Description as posted on ao3: A member of SHIELD is forced to struggle with her mental stability and keeping her secret as the craziness surrounding the Avengers crashes around her. She ends up befriending Tony and Pepper, who help out her mental health a great deal, but will they be able to help her with her secret? Something that could destroy her if she uses it too much… What will happen when Tony tries to convince her to use it to help the Avengers?

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This chapter happens after Captain America Winter Soldier.

Wow, it's been forever since I've written in here… So, uh… Tony is fine and well, despite his stupidity. I've been spending a lot of time with them lately. Tony told me that I had drunkenly showed off my powers… I was pretty mad and upset when I found out, but he insisted on trying to develop something so that I could use my powers without exhausting myself… I'm not sure how that's going to work out, but I'm willing to try it.

“Nat… I don't have anywhere to go to… I've lived here since I started…” Kiana whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Natasha pulled her into a hug, gently petting her as she cried. “Why don't you ask Tony? I haven't seen you happier in the longest time since you've been hanging out with him and Pepper.” She smiled down at her, pulling out a napkin to wipe the tears from her face. “But everyone's going to find out about my powers! I… I…” she began to hyperventilate as she struggled to talk, gripping the other tightly. “Shhh, sweetie. I deleted everything about you and Sammy from the files. I know how much it means to both of you. I would never let anyone put you in harms way,” she squeezed her tightly, trying to help her calm down from her slight panic attack. “What about Sammy?! I… I can't let her go back to-” She pressed her forefinger against her lips, pulling her head down to rest on her chest and gently petting her again. “I made some arrangements. She's going to be Bruce’s assistant until she can get on her own two feet. So, if Tony lets you move in, then I'm sure you'll run into her every now and again.” Kiana relaxed into the hug as she said that, closing her eyes and mouthing out ‘Thank you’.

The incident between Kiana and Natasha happened shortly after the Winter Soldier started appearing. It was during this incident that Natasha and Steve found out that members of HYDRA were in the deeper levels of SHIELD. Natasha had gotten into the files and released them to the public, exposing HYDRA, but not before making sure that a select few were deleted from the database. It was shortly after her talk with Nat, that Kiana found herself looking for Tony or Pepper back at the tower. “Tony…?” she called out, heading towards his lab after not finding him or Pepper in any of their usual spots. “Sir, Miss Mariveil is currently looking for you.” Jarvis spoke, causing Tony to hit his head as he tried to sit up from under a desk. “Fuck,” he hissed, “where is she?” “She is on her way to the lab, sir.” “Thanks,” he murmured as he got up, rubbing his head. He then met her in the hallway before she got all the way to the lab. “Hey, what's up?” “Hi… um…” she licked her lips, twirling her hair between her fingers while avoiding eye contact. “W-would it be possible… to stay here for a while? U-until I can get my own place!” He blinked, realizing why she asking him, gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Sweetheart, you can stay here as long as you need to. Don't feel pressured to find a place, but if you want to, you can.” “Thanks,” she smiled up at him, leaning against him. “Let's go set up your room, then. I'll buy your furniture.” “Y-you don't have-” she was stopped by a finger against her lips. “I want to.”

It was a month later and Kiana was adjusting fairly well in her new environment, helping Tony with his odd experiments and keeping him company when he struggled with insomnia. She helped Pepper with slight cleaning, knowing that there was someone who came in and cleaned, but liking to keep it decently well kept. She could only handle so much mess before she felt a need to clean, so she understood why Pepper needed to have it semi-tidied up. The two have also been keeping an eye on her, at first checking her arms daily to see if she had relapsed or not, but about halfway through the month lowering it to about twice a week. “Kiki!” Tony shouted as he ran up to her, grabbing her hand. “Come on, I have something to show you!” Her eyes widened as he dragged her down into his workshop, leaving her utterly confused and unable to quite say no. Once they arrived, he let go of her hand and pulled a cloth off of whatever it was he wanted to show her. In front of her was what looked like a black dress with a cyan design along it and matching knee-high boots. It was sleeveless, a strip of material on either side keeping it up at the shoulders, and ended about mid-thigh length, maybe knee. It was hard for her to tell without a height comparison. Upon further inspection, she could see that the black part of the attire was a sturdy leather, while the cyan seemed to resemble wiring of some sort. “Try it on!” “... You made this for me?” her brows arched as she crossed her arms. “... Yes. I told you I was making something for you. I figured a whole body suit wouldn’t be your style. I purposely left it sleeveless so that your arms wouldn’t get irritated. To make up for lack of coverage on your legs, I made the shoes boots. So, try it on!” She pursed her lips, staring over the outfit before giving a sigh and letting Tony take it off the mannequin and taking it from him. She disappeared into another room to change, slipping out of her clothes and into the dress he had made for her. It ended a bit lower than mid-thigh so when she pulled on the boots, there was barely any space from the knee-high boots and the bottom of the dress. She walked out the room, going back to the workshop to show Tony how it looked on her. “That looks really good on you. I was worried about how the dress might fit. Anyway, now the real experiment begins,” a grin spread on his lips. “I want you to use your powers to lift up this machine.” “Tony… That's really-” “Shhh. Just try it.” Her brows furrowed slightly, hoping he knew what he was doing or she was going to punch him later. From everything she had known about her powers, the weight of the machine was a little heavier than she could handle. She had no idea what the ‘suit' he designed did, so she wasn't quite sure on what might happen. After taking a deep breath, she lifted her hands up in an attempt to lift the heavy object with her powers. She managed to get it about an inch off the ground before a loud thud sounded, crashing back onto the floor. Tony quickly grabbed her before she fell back, getting her in the nearby chair. “Okay, so not quite the percentage boost I was hoping for… but thankfully the suit recorded the data so I can work on fixing it up. Sorry,” he apologized, not wanting for her to put as much stress on her body as she had done. “It's okay… Can we try something smaller next time?” “Of course,” he smiled and gently kissed the top of her head, “just take it easy for now and lemme know if you need anything.” “Probably a nap… but as soon as I have enough focus and strength to get out of the suit,” she mumbled, leaning her head against the chair with her eyes closed tightly.

Pepper sat with Kiana as the two worked on folding laundry together. They both agreed to have a big laundry day once a week so they don't need to think about it until the next laundry day. It made it easier on them so that they could focus on other things during the other days, especially since Kiana needed to rest every now again after testing the suit. She had tested the suit two different times in the past few weeks; one time was far too high percentage wise and caused the machine to fly through the ceiling, while the other time was just a bit higher than the first so it didn't wear down on her as heavily, but did exhaust her. “Tony isn't pushing you too far, is he? He stops when you tell him to, right?” she asked, brows slightly furrowed with concern. “Yeah, he's been pretty good about it. He helps me to bed and usually makes sure I'm eating periodically and making me extra comfortable on days we do tests.” “That's good! I get worried when you do, but I'm usually out those days… so I never know until I get home.” she sighed, folding the shirt in her hands. “It's fine. Tony’s been a great care-taker when I've been down, so don't worry so much. I'm sure one day you'll be there to help when I need it.” she smiled at her, helping place the clean and folded laundry into the basket. They dropped off Tony’s clothes first, hanging up and putting things in the drawers. “Hey, I was thinking maybe we could have a spa day? I dunno if that's really your thing, but I figure after these past few weeks you deserve a day of relaxation.” “Um… I've never really done the whole spa thing, but I'm willing to try it out.” she gave a half smile, shrugging her shoulders. “Alright, I'll make reservations for tomorrow, then. I’ll also warn Tony, so he doesn’t freak out and think we’ve been kidnapped,” she giggled.

“You're wearing short sleeved shirts again,” Sammy said with a soft smile. Tony and Bruce were currently working together as Sammy and Kiana watched off from the side. “Yeah… It hasn't been easy, but they've been helping a lot. I see your resentment for Bruce has disappeared a little.” “Shush,” she laughed, shaking her head, “he's… I'm glad Nat put me here. It's helped me, too.” “Maybe you should join Pepper and I next time we go to the spa.” “You're going to the spa now?” her brows arched. “Yeah… It's actually helped a lot with relaxing. I still spar, practice my martial arts, and swim. It's just nice to sit down and get pampered now and again.” she shrugged her shoulders, watching as the two boys talked. “Maybe I’ll join you guys. Bruce keeps insisting I take a day off, but I don’t have anywhere to go really. I mean, he’s probably only doing it because he wants some alone time, but I… I just want to lay low for a while longer… I’m sure my dad’s trying to figure out where I am… and… I don’t want to be forced to go home…” Kiana moved closer to Sammy, pulling her into a tight hug and gently rubbed her back. “We have a great support system. I don’t think anyone would let that happen. I know I wouldn’t ever, and Nat…” she blinked, thinking about what the redhead would do. ‘Nat would probably murder all of her family…’ “Nevermind what, but Nat would certainly help!” she waved her hand nervously, not wanting to bring any more graphic thoughts into the other’s mind. “Thanks, Kiki… That means a lot.” “Squirrel--” Tony shouted out, beginning to call her ‘squirrel girl’, before he felt a tug on the collar of his shirt. He cleared his throat, “Uh… Sandra!” Tug. “T-tammy?” Tug. “S-sammy! That’s right! I knew her name. Uh… Sammy! We need something to drink.” Sammy couldn’t stifle her laugh as she watched Tony struggle with her name, being pulled forward by seemingly nothing tugging on his collar. His brows knitted together as she walked away, still laughing. He walked over and pinched the other female’s cheek. “What was that all about?!” “You shouldn’t call people nicknames they don’t like,” she retorted through giggles, grabbing his hand and removing it from her cheek. “You shouldn’t try to choke me unless we’re in the bedroom, dear.” “I wasn’t choking you~” she chimed, batting her eyelashes, “I was just tugging on your shirt a little.” “If you wanted my shirt off,” he smirked, winking at her, “all you had to do was ask.” He started pulling his shirt up, laughing when he felt her pull it back down, a faint blush on her cheeks. “You are now banned from taking your shirt off in front of me.” “Aww, come on~” he laughed, putting a hand on her shoulder, “don’t be like that.” She sucked air through her teeth, making something akin to a ‘tch’ noise, “You deserve that.” “Seconded.” Sammy added in, shoving a drink in his face. “You don’t even know what happened!” he pouted, taking the drink. “Don’t need to. I trust Kiki’s judgement.” The real ‘argument’ began when the three of them heard Bruce snicker at the situation, just loud enough for them to hear him. That’s when Tony got really pouty.

“Look at you!” Clint said as he hugged Kiana tightly, picking her up and swinging her around once. “What’s that supposed to mean!” she giggled in response, arguing about not making her dizzy again. “I was worried when Nat told me you’d be staying with Stark, but you look like you’ve been doing a hell of a lot better since the last time I saw you.” He ruffled her hair and pulled her to sit at the table nearby, handing her one of the bags he had been holding. She looked inside, pulling out sweet and sour chicken over rice. “Aw, you remembered my favorite. Anyway, it’s been a lot easier than I expected it to be, especially with Pepper there. Sammy’s there too, but with Bruce.” She opened up the food and started eating, watching as he began eating the food he had gotten for himself. “Yeah, she told me about that too. I’m glad to see your arms are healing up nicely… finally. You know you could’ve come to Nat, Sammy, or I at anytime, right?” he asked, gently pinching her cheek. “I know… I just… I didn’t want to bother you guys…” “You’re not a bother,” he retorted quickly, pinching both cheeks. “Oww! Stoooppp! I get the point! Anyway…” she murmured, rubbing her cheeks, “I am really glad to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever.” “Yeah…” he sighed, “a lot has happened since then. Everytime we turn around seems like something else is being blown up, huh? The world’s seen simpler days… Also… do they know about your?” His brow arched in concern, not wanting to fully finish his sentence as they were in public. “Yeah… Tony read my file and I told Pepper. I’m sure Bruce picked up on it, since I mess with Tony all the time. I’m not sure if Happy knows, though… They’ve been pretty cool about it all, though. I’m thankful for that. Sammy’s been doing a lot better, too. I think Bruce has helped her out a lot more than she would like to admit,” she giggled. “That’s good to know. She can be thick headed at times, but then again so can you.” He poked her forehead lightly, causing a groan from her. “Just keep an eye out for yourself, okay? Don’t let anyone overwhelm you and do what you need to in order to keep yourself up. I don’t want to see you falling back down again.”

“Sir, Miss Mariveil has disabled the cameras in her room. I believe something may be wrong,” Jarvis alerted Tony. His brow arched as he stood up, placing whatever he had been working on down on the nearby table. He made his way up to her room, brain running through every possibility of why she might have done it. He put his hand onto the door, jiggling the knob to find out that it was locked. “I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled as he pulled out a screwdriver, working as quickly as he could to open the door knob, managing to have what he needed all right in his pocket. He was thankful that he was tinkering before this. He swung the door open and flipped the light on, eyes darting around the room before seeing a huddled figure covered in black in the corner of the room. He quickly made his way over to her, pulling the blanket down so he could see her face. “Kiki? What’s wrong?” He looked over her face, noticing her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “I…” she coughed out, voice shaky as it was clear she had been crying for a while. “I’m…. I’m sorry…” “Sorry for what, sweetie? What happened?” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest and gently rocking her back and forth. “...” She removed some of the blanket, showing him the knife she had been holding onto; her knuckles were white with how tight she had been gripping it. He took it from her and placed it on the other side of him, going back to holding her. “Did you…?” She shook her head in response. “I… I almost did…” “It’s okay, I’m here now.” he said softly, rubbing her shoulder and trying to sooth her from her episode. He stayed with her for the rest of the day, trying to help her avoid flaring up in another attack.

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Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

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Previous Chapter

You found Belle amongst a crowd of not only townspeople, but what looked castle servants, decked out in elaborate clothing and hugging one another. She stood next to a man with long light brown hair who wore nothing but an oversized white shirt and blue pants and had the hugest grin on his face that you’d ever seen on anyone. You had no idea where he’d come from, but then again, you had no clue where the castle servants had come from, either. You hadn’t seen them when you’d ran into the palace.

“Belle!” you called, making your way to her.

She spun around at the sound of your voice. When she saw you, she smiled. “(Y/N)!” she exclaimed joyously.

You ran to her and hugged her. “Is everything alright? What happened? I saw the Beast earlier—what happened to him?” you asked, noticing that several townspeople were embracing the servants as if they were loved ones.

Belle pulled back and looked at you solemnly, but still smiling. “There was a curse,” she began, then stopped. She held up her finger to indicate a moment before running back to the man. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to you. “(Y/N), this was the Beast we were all talking about. Adam, this is (Y/N). I told you about her.”

“Ah, yes!” He nodded, still smiling. ”I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You studied the man. He was tall, with what you supposed was an attractive face. He stood straight, shoulders back and head up. It was almost royal. It’s like he’s a king or something, you thought. Your observations complete, you turned to your friend. “I’m confused,” you said bluntly.

Belle laughed. “I think everyone is.” She placed her hand on the man’s arm, and you noted that he seemed comforted by her touch. “He’s a prince. He was placed under a terrible curse that transformed him into a Beast.”

He IS a prince. Ha, I knew it. “So the curse must be broken, then,” you concluded.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Love,” the man—no, Adam was his name, right?—answered, his voice deep, looking at Belle with nothing short of pure adoration. “It was love that broke the spell.”

You felt your eyebrows raise at his words. “Like in a book?”

He winked at you. “Yes. Just like a book.”

You grinned back at him. Suddenly, you had a strange thought. Gaston shot the Beast, didn’t he? “Wait. If you were the Beast…” You stopped yourself, not sure if you wanted to go there yet. Instead, you grabbed Belle’s arm. “Belle, I need to talk to you.”

She frowned at the tone you’d taken. “Okay,” she said, but then an older woman, dressed like a maid, ran up to the three of you.

“Belle, oh, I can’t possibly thank you enough!” she exclaimed, wrapping your friend in a giant hug. You stepped to the side to give the strange woman more space for her embrace. “Thanks to you, my boy is a boy again!”

“Belle!” A boy, looking around the age of eight or nine, rushed up to her.

“Is that you, Chip? I almost didn’t recognize you!” Belle teased, booping him gently on the nose.

The little boy giggled. “My Papa remembers me now, Belle!”

She wrapped her arms around him. “That’s wonderful, Chip! I’m so glad!”

You shifted your weight between your legs awkwardly. Belle clearly knew these people, and they knew her. In fact, more and more of the gold-clad strangers were approaching, all eager to express their gratification. You moved more off to the side, allowing them to crowd her. From the little snippets of conversation you heard, you learned that they were servants, but they’d also been cursed.

“…that man in the red coat—what happened to him?” a man asked the beautiful dark-skinned woman holding his arm as they passed by you.

“We saw him run upstairs, right?” the woman replied.

The man nodded. “Oui, he did, but have you seen him since?”

The woman shook her head, and then they were past you.

You felt yourself blushing at their words, but it wasn’t out of embarrassment; it was guilt. How on earth were you going to keep Gaston a secret?

“(Y/N)!”

You spun around at the sound of your name. Belle waved at you from the now dissipating crowd of servants. You waved back, and she motioned for you to join her and…Adam. His name is Adam. Come on, (Y/N), you should probably remember the prince’s name. You walked over to them. “You said you wanted to talk to me,” Belle said.

You looked around. There were still quite a few townspeople and servants nearby. “Yes, but can it be somewhere in private?” you replied, voice low.

Both Adam and Belle frowned. “Is something wrong?”

You laughed nervously. “Well, that depends. Maybe?”

Belle looked at Adam, raising an eyebrow. “Can I have a moment alone with (Y/N)?” she asked.

“Of course.” He smiled at her, a tender smile, one that made you feel a tiny bubble of jealousy. I want someone to look at me like that, you thought. Adam left, and Belle grabbed your arm, leading you to another part of the castle. You couldn’t help but notice how stunning the inside of the castle was as you walked, mentally oohing and ahhing at the sight. Then you reached a ballroom that was grander than anything your imagination could conjure. You actually gasped when you entered it, which made Belle giggle.

“It’s—I can’t—wow,” you managed to say, which made her laugh again.

“It is magnificent, isn’t it?”

You nodded dumbly, staring at the ceiling. It made you a little dizzy, so you moved your gaze to the walls, absorbing their beauty and trying to commit it to memory.

Belle led you to the piano, where you both took a seat on the bench. “Okay, (Y/N), what’s going on?” she asked, concerned.

You felt yourself flush again. You faced her and put both hands up in an innocent gesture.

“Okay, you have to promise to hear me out and to not get mad.”

She frowned. “I promise.”

“I mean it. A real promise.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “(Y/N), I promise. Will you just tell me?”

You inhaled deeply. Here goes. “Did you see what happened to Gaston?” Your face heated up even more at his name.

Belle’s eyes narrowed. “No. I lost sight of him after he shot Adam.”

Oh, so he did shoot the Beast. “But Adam’s okay, isn’t he?”

Belle shifted, crossing her arms. You were surprised to see tears forming in her eyes. She blinked them back before answering. “He died, (Y/N). Gaston killed him.” One tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. You placed your hand on her arm as a sign of comfort.

“I’m so sorry, Belle.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be. He’s alive now, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?” She gave you a weak smile, which prompted you to wrap her in a hug.

“That’s what matters,” you repeated.

And now I have to tell her that the man who tried to kill the man she loves is in the castle.

She pulled away, her smile a bit stronger than it had been before. “So. What did you need to tell me?” She furrowed her eyebrows. “And why were you asking about Gaston?”

You can do this, (Y/N). Just be honest about it. “Uhm, because I may or may not know where he is…” You trailed off as you watched various emotions sweep across Belle’s face. She opened her mouth to respond, closed it, then opened it again.

“What?”

You coughed in an attempt to buy time before mumbling, “He’s in a cell in one of the towers.”

“WHAT?”

You held up your hands again. “You promised! You promised you’d hear me out!” She crossed her arms again, more firmly than her previous gesture. Her face told you that you’d better explain yourself, and soon. So you did. You told her about getting separated and going the wrong way. You told her about seeing the Beast jumping to her. You told her about how you’d continued to run in the hopes of getting Gaston to stop.

As you explained, you could feel her disappointment grow. “He died, Belle, I watched him. He fell from the bridge, and I had been so close to saving him.”

“So then how is he currently in a cell if he fell to his death?”

“Okay, this is where it gets complicated.” Belle huffed. “I saw Agathe. A glowing gold Agathe. And she offered me a second chance. A second chance, Belle. And…” You paused. “…I took it. And then somehow, through magic, I think, she sent me back in time. It was just far enough that I knew where he’d be, so I ran, and then I pushed him away from the bridge before it could fall.”

Belle held up a finger. “Let me make sure I understand: You put yourself in danger of falling off the bridge and dying in order to save the man who locked up my father in order to force me to marry him? And then proceeded to kill the man I love?” She rose from the bench and started pacing around the piano, keeping her eyes locked on you.

You chuckled weakly. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“Are you insane?”

You winced as she raised her voice. “Belle, I—”

She threw her arms up as she turned away from you. “You could’ve died, (Y/N)! Did you even consider that? No, I doubt you did, because you’re impulsive—,”

“That’s funny, coming from you,” you muttered.

She ignored you. “—and did you think about the consequences? I lost the man I love, but he came back! You…” She stopped and faced you, angry tears in her eyes. “If you’d died, you might not have come back. And I would have lost my best friend.”

You felt yourself beginning to cry at her words. “Belle, I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Your soft voice seemed to quell her anger, at least for now. “I just…you watched the man you love die. So did I.”

Belle froze. “What?” she demanded in disbelief.

“I love him, okay? I love Gaston! And I didn’t realize it until I saw him fall. I know, you’re probably wondering how I could possibly love someone like him, and I have no clue how either, but I do! And when he fell, a part of me did fall with him.” Your voice rose with emotion. “So no, I didn’t think about the possibility that I might fall. I didn’t think about the fact that he’d tried to ruin your life. I thought he deserved a second chance, and I made sure that he could have one because everyone deserves a second chance.” As you finished speaking, your voice grew softer in volume. “Everyone deserves a second chance,” you repeated in a whisper. You’d continued to cry as you ranted, and now you swiped at your face to get the tears off before they could dry.

To your surprise, when you’d finished rubbing your eyes, Belle was watching you with sympathy. You sighed, the energy from the earlier magic spent. She walked back to you, mirroring your earlier comforting touch. “I had no idea you love him,” she said.

You laughed bitterly. “Neither did I until last night. Or this morning. Whenever it was.” You avoided looking at her face, instead choosing to look up at the ceiling. “Do you hate me?”

You felt her give your arm a gentle squeeze. “(Y/N), look at me,” she murmured. You did, feeling your eyes water once more. She smiled at you. “I could never, never hate you. You and Papa were the ones I missed the most while I was here. I talked about you all the time—how we read together, how you helped me with Gaston, how you offered to stay behind when I knew you wanted to come with me.” She took your other hand in hers. “Am I happy about this? Not exactly. But I could never condemn you for your actions.”

You sniffled. “Okay,” was all you could think of to say in response.

Belle pulled you into a tight hug. “I have to tell Adam. You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded into her shoulder. “I know.”

The two of you pulled away from each other, although Belle still held your hand in hers. “We’ll figure this out. I promise,” she said reassuringly.

You wiped your eyes with your free hand. “Okay. You’re right. We can deal with this.” You took a deep breath. “I mean, after all that’s happened, this should be a piece of cake, right?” The comment received a laugh from Belle, and the two of you began laughing together. You were still giggling when you found Adam, who was deep in conversation with Monsieur Jean. His arm was wrapped around the waist of the woman who’d hugged Belle earlier, and the small child named Chip stood in front of him. They make an adorable family, you found yourself thinking. You glanced at Belle, who raised an eyebrow and nodded. They ARE a family! you realized. Well, that’s nice.

Belle tapped Adam on the shoulder. He bent down so she could whisper to him. Whatever she said made him straighten, which added to his aura of regality. He said something to the Potts family, and they all nodded happily before leaving. Once they were outside, Adam turned to you, smiling at you like he considered you a close friend.

You felt reassured by his smile, which was probably why he continued to smile as he spoke. “Belle mentioned you had something important to tell me?”

You sucked in a deep breath before repeating everything you’d told Belle not too long ago. As you explained about the unconscious man currently locked in a tower, Adam’s smile wavered, and you noticed that he straightened even further, staring intensely at you while you spoke. It effectively made him seem more intimidating, although you knew it wasn’t directed at you. He remained like that until you got to the part about everyone deserving a second chance, even Gaston. The moment the phrase “second chance” left your lips, his entire demeanor softened. You puzzled over the change until you realized that he must be finding it relatable, what with his curse. He’d gotten a second chance, so he couldn’t say that Gaston didn’t deserve one.

“Are you willing to be responsible for him?” he asked when you’d finished your tale. You blinked at the bluntness of his statement.

“Uhm, yes?”

Belle wrapped her arm around his waist. “I need you to be certain, (Y/N),” he said seriously. “Are you willing to be responsible for him?”

You took the time to consider his words and the meaning behind them. You assumed that he meant responsible in all aspects of the word, from providing food to ensuring that he wasn’t causing trouble and everything in between. Gaston would be a prisoner, and he would remain in the cell, but perhaps he could have a few comforts while he reflected on his wrongdoings.

If he even realizes that he was wrong, a dark voice inside your mind hissed. You ignored it. Surely Gaston would see the error of his ways eventually, wouldn’t he?

“Yes,” you repeated, this time firm.

“So be it, then. You may stay here—we have plenty of room—if you wish to be closer to him.”

You nodded. That was an excellent idea. “Would it be alright if we were the only ones who knew about it, at least for now?” You indicated the open door, where a few townspeople remained, admiring the well-kept garden out front. “I have no clue how everyone else would handle it if they knew he was still alive.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Belle said, glancing from you to Adam. “He almost led them to kill their friends and families. I can’t imagine they’ll be too happy about that.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. Adam shrugged.

“Do what you want. You’re Belle’s friend, and I trust that you will handle this.” Despite his serious face, you thought you saw a twinkle in his eyes. “Feel free to move in whenever! I heard that you like books. Perhaps Belle should show you the library.”

You gasped. “There’s a library?”

Both Belle and Adam laughed at your amazement. “Of course there is. You can’t be a prince without knowing how to read.”

You froze. For a moment, you’d forgotten that he was a prince. “Wait, should I be curtsying?”

Adam gave a boisterous laugh. “Of course not. Unless you really want to—then don’t let me stop you.”

Belle shook her head, amused at his words. “Come on, (Y/N). I’ll give you a tour.”

Your energy had returned. After all, you were going to be moving into a castle! Of course, you were also going to be responsible for a conceited man-child, but that could wait for later. Now…“Can we start with the library?” you asked hopefully.

Belle snickered. “Of course.”

I still can’t believe this is my room now, you thought, staring at the lavender canopy above your bed. With a happy sigh, you sat up. There was just so much gold everywhere! The vanity was gold, the armoire was lined with gold, the poles holding up the canopy were covered in vines of gold. Even the walls and floor had a goldish hue to them. It wasn’t just beautiful; it was magnificent, reminiscent of the magic you’d witnessed.

Thinking about the magic suddenly reminded you of Gaston. “Think he’s awake yet?” you asked, directing your question to the armoire across from your bed. Your voice echoed in the huge room. There was no response, but you sighed as if there had been. “Yeah, I should check on him.” You swung your legs and hopped off the soft bed.

Belle had indeed taken you to the library first, but naturally, the two of you had spent over an hour perusing the vast collection. You’d only stopped because Belle had realized that her father was still uninformed of the events of the previous night, and thus the two of you had decided to return to the village. You’d checked in on Gaston prior to your departure. The man remained unconscious, which worried you, but you’d brushed it off. After all, it was only morning. And last night had been a long night, so maybe he was catching up on some sleep. (Did you truly believe that? No. It made you feel better, though.)

You and Belle had ridden back to town to let Maurice know that everything was alright and to gather things for moving into the castle. Adam had extended the offer to Maurice to move in as well, which he respectfully declined, saying that the knowledge of Belle safely nearby was all he needed to remain happily in town. And besides, he could always visit whenever he wanted.

You’d gone to your small cottage and packed several of your favorite dresses and homely items, such as the copy of The Adventures of Arabella your mother had given you before you’d moved (“Don’t tell your father,” she’d whispered, passing it to you with a wink) and a small wooden carving of a sitting dog that your father had bought you for your fifth birthday. You also grabbed the small painting of a woman running through a field of dandelions at sunset that Maurice had painted for you as a gift. You smiled at the picture. The woman had her back to you, but you knew by the hair color that she was meant to be you.

Once you had everything gathered together into a trunk, you’d carried it back to Belle’s house. Somehow she’d talked Maurice into visiting the castle with the both of you, and then you’d all returned to the castle. Belle had introduced Maurice to Adam, who made the most sincere apology you’d ever heard (apparently he’d accused the old man of being a thief and locked him in the very same cell Gaston resided in—which had been the whole reason Belle had vanished for so long, as she’d taken her father’s place as prisoner). The two men had embraced, and you’d been shown your room by the woman from earlier, who introduced herself as Mrs. Potts. She was a kind woman, almost motherly in her desire to ensure your comfort. She’d even brought you a cup of tea, which you’d accepted before unpacking.

And now here you were, making your way to the cell with a silver tray of soup, fruit, some water, and a small cup of tea. You hummed as you walked, a tune you’d heard at a play once and loved. You reached the cell and peered through the bars.

“Are you serious?” you muttered at the sight of the slumbering man. With an annoyed huff, you pulled the lever that opened the door, using your foot to pull it almost shut behind you. “It’s been almost a whole day!”

Gaston didn’t stir at your words.

You rolled your eyes and set the tray on the floor to his right, joining him on the floor once you made sure you wouldn’t accidentally bump into the food. Is he hurt? Is that why he’s not awake yet? you wondered. You examined him, but found no evidence of a wound. Then again, if he was hurt, you might not be able to see it through the red jacket he still wore.

I’m going to have to take it off, aren’t I? You sighed. “Okay, (Y/N). You can do this.” You tentatively reached forward and poked him with your index finger. “You awake?” you whispered, almost hoping he would wake up to spare you the awkwardness.

Nothing.

“Right, then.” With a deep breath, you grabbed his arm, trying to do it gently enough that he wouldn’t wake up. Fortune seemed to be on your side; he remained asleep. You began to slip the heavy red coat off of him, freezing almost every time his head shifted in the process. Almost there, (Y/N). You got this. You finally got it off and set it aside. You reexamined the man, who was now sitting there, head propped against the wall, wearing a ruffled long-sleeved white shirt and a brown vest along with his pants and boots.

Well now what? You sat there, staring at him, before determining that you should probably check for wounds once more. You began with his arm, lifting it gingerly and checking the sleeves for bloodstains. You saw none, but you were sorely tempted to feel his arm for broken bones, even though you couldn’t see any. You gave yourself enough time to wonder if this was a good idea, then shrugged.

“It’s not like he’s waking up anytime soon, is he?” you said to yourself, shifting to sit on your knees in order to make yourself more comfortable. “Besides, I should make sure he doesn’t have any broken bones.” Yes, (Y/N), validate your actions, because you’re absolutely not using that as an excuse. You ignored your subconscious and started feeling along his arm. You truly were trying to make sure he wasn’t too hurt from…well…everything, and this was just a great opportunity. You started at his shoulder, pressing down gently with your hands. You worked your way down to his bicep. You tried not to let your hands linger because this was supposed to be purely for medical purposes, not for personal enjoyment. Your hands slid down to his forearm, which was also firm with muscle. You didn’t feel anything odd, so you moved to his hand and stopped feeling, letting the callused fingers rest on the palm of your left hand. Okay. No broken bones on that arm, which is good—

“Well, don’t stop there,” a low voice said, almost right in your ear. The hand that had previously been resting on yours suddenly closed around your wrist.

With a shriek, you fell backwards onto your butt and scooted away. Or at least, you tried to, but the wall prevented you from getting further than a few centimeters. The hand not currently being gripped flew backwards to the floor as you attempted to brace yourself, However, instead of landing on stone it landed on the saucer, which in turn knocked the teacup over and spilled the warm drink all over your hand. You sat there, feeling like a fool.

You heard a chuckle, and you realized that the only other person in the cell with you was Gaston. Cheeks burning with humility, you looked at the no-longer-unconscious man, who was watching you with an amused smirk. You frowned. Well, obviously he must be fine if he’s smirking like that.

“I must admit, I never pegged you as the sly type, but then again, even I can’t be right all the time.” He leaned forward to get a better look at you, then winced. “Is there a reason why a beautiful woman such as yourself was massaging my arm?”

You opened your mouth to answer his question, but your eyes darted down to see that he still held your hand in his. “Are you going to let go of me?” you asked instead.

Gaston’s eyes flicked to your hand as well, then back to your face. You raised your eyebrow at him. “But of course,” he replied smoothly. He hesitated for a moment, allowing the tension to linger, then he dropped your hand. He interlaced his fingers and rested them gently on his abdomen, likely to make himself seem impressive. He folded both hands over his stomach. “Now will you answer my question?”

Despite being knocked unconscious for a day, he seemed fine, especially if he was flirting. “I wasn’t massaging you; I was making sure you didn’t have any broken bones.” You wiped your tea-covered hand on your skirt. You could see him getting ready to ask his follow-up, so you beat him to it with your own question. “What do you remember?”

He furrowed his brow, perplexed. “What do I remember?” He scoffed. “I remember seeing you running towards me, screaming like a madwoman.”

You fought the urge to smack him. “Is that all?”

He frowned as he thought some more. You could actually see the moment he remembered everything from the previous night—as schooled as he kept his face, he couldn’t keep all of the emotions out of his eyes. You saw traces of anger, frustration, and was that fear? You almost wanted to laugh at the great Gaston being fearful, but then you flashed back to his face, full of terror right before falling. You shook your head slightly in an attempt to clear it of the memory. It worked, but you no longer wanted to laugh at him.

“I remember leaving the village. I remember storming the castle. I remember shooting the Beast.” He spat the word as if it was poison.

This time you didn’t resist the urge to smack him. Your hand hit him squarely on the shoulder, and he flinched in response. Oops, maybe he’s hurt a bit more than I thought. “That ‘Beast’ you shot was actually a prince under a curse. I don’t suppose you remember anything else?”

“What are you talking abo—,” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening. “Wait. ‘Prince’? As in the Prince?”

You frowned at his words. “Yes?”

He lunged for you, grabbing your arms. “I remember the prince! And the castle, and all the people who’d vanished from town so long ago!” He was speaking quickly now, his voice growing steadily louder. “I remember them all!” His eyes focused on yours. “Why?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered, caught off guard by his reaction. Belle had explained it to you en route back to town, but you still didn’t quite understand it. “Belle said there was a curse and it erased everyone’s memories.”

“Belle?” The mention of your friend piqued his interest. You felt the little bubble of frustration at his inability to take a hint rise up again as he released your arms.

“Yes, Belle. Look, I’ll explain everything, but first I need to make sure you’re not hurt.”

He gave you a roguish grin. “Ahh, yes. I interrupted you before, didn’t I?” He held up his other arm. “Feel free to inspect it and anywhere else you think might need a closer look.”

You felt your face heat up at his words. “If you keep acting like that, I’m going to smack you again. I don’t care how hurt you are.”

“My, my. We haven’t even eaten dinner together and you’re already getting physical.”

You glared at him. He winked. You grabbed his arm, prodding it roughly, almost hoping he did have some sort of wound just so you could poke it. “Gaston, I would never eat dinner with you. You’re too stuck-up for my taste.”

Unfortunately, his other arm was fine. In fact, you noticed that it was actually firmer, almost as if he was flexing it to impress you, though you didn’t give him the satisfaction of commenting on it. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Then what’s that?” He indicated the tray of food behind you.

“That doesn’t count. It’s food for you only, not both of us.” You grabbed his shoulder and tried to lean him forward a bit. He resisted. “I have to look at your back! Stop fighting me!”

“Excuses, excuses,” he muttered, somehow still managing to sound flirtatious, but he obliged, scooting forward enough that you could maneuver behind him.

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt, then stopped, realizing that he needed to take the vest off so you could lift it up. Oh, God, this is not going to help me at all, you thought. “Uhm, I’m gonna need you to take off your vest so I can look under your shirt.”

You winced at your own words, knowing how they must sound, especially to him of all people. Sure enough, he chuckled.

“Gladly.” He leaned forward, arms moving to begin unbuttoning. You tried not to think too much about the fact that he was doing such a thing. To distract yourself, you started explaining all that had happened.

“Belle says that the entire castle was cursed. The prince that you remember? He was turned into a beast until he could learn to love someone and earn their love in return. Apparently the servants here were turned into household items, and all memory of this place and the inhabitants was erased from the minds of everyone in Villenueve.”

You examined the back of his head as you spoke. You didn’t see any blood, but his hair was long and dark, which could easily hide an injury. Without thinking, you reached up and gently pressed your hand against his scalp. You felt a slight bump, but nothing too serious, which surprised you considering how hard you’d tackled him. You wondered if Agathe’s magic might have prevented any serious injury. “But then stuff happened and Belle came here and she and the Beast fell in love, which broke the spell.” No thanks to you. Your story done, you marveled at how well his ponytail had held up despite all it had been through. The red ribbon was still perfectly in place, although there were several strands of hair that had worked their way out of it and gotten tangled in the process. You continued to press the back of his scalp with one hand while your other hand started tugging at one of the small knots.

“What are you doing?” Gaston asked. You stopped what you were doing and stared at your criminal hands.

Oops. “Uhm.” You had no response. It had been an automatic reaction to start untangling a knot with your fingers. At least that made sense. “Does your head hurt?”

“Now that you mention it, yes. I’ve got a blinding headache.” He shifted, and you leaned back so he could take his vest off.

“Well, there’s water over there. You should probably drink some.”

“Can’t you hand it to me?”

“Get it yourself, lazy.”

He sighed and reached for the cup of water, also grabbing some grapes. You frowned at the sight of red on his white shirt. When you lifted it, you grimaced. Bruises had begun to form all over his muscled back and shoulders, and there were quite a few scrapes that had started bleeding again with all of his movement. His left shoulder seemed to have taken the brunt of the fall, as it was an ugly shade of purple, which made you wonder if perhaps he hadn’t been flexing earlier but flinching. It was nowhere near as bad as it could’ve been, though, and for that you were thankful. With an internal sigh, you leaned back and released the shirt.

“Well? Will I live?”

How does he manage to turn everything he says into something so…flirty? It’s like a magical power.

You stood, brushing your skirt off and stepping back in front of him. “Yes, you’re fine. You’ll probably be a little sore for a while, but I’m pretty sure you’ll survive. It’s fortunate.”

“How so?” He threw a grape up in the air and attempted to catch it. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been a challenge. However, in his endeavor to catch it, he tipped his head back too far and hit the wall, earning a soft “ow” from him. You briefly wondered if he’d hit the bump you’d felt earlier. The grape bounced off his forehead and landed in his lap.

You grinned as he frowned at the troublesome fruit. “Your big head must have cushioned your landing.” He threw another grape at you, which you sidestepped easily. “Alright. I’m gonna go. You’re not dying or anything, and I’ve got dinner to get to.” You took a few steps towards the door before Gaston’s voice stopped you.

“Wait.”

You spun around. “Yes?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

He gestured to the lower part of his body. “Aren’t you going to examine the rest of me?” he asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and resumed your exit. “Nope.” You left the cell and shut the door. Before you could fully leave, Gaston caught your attention again.

“So I’m to remain locked in here, then?” His eyes were big, reminding you of a small child.

The feeling of pity returned. “Yes,” you sighed.

“For how long?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

He didn’t say anything else, and you walked away, your footsteps echoing down the stairs.

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