Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,776
Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut
After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm.
The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.
the raven cycle masterlist of quotes/scenes (bold is faves)
it was a young man in slacks and a sweater, hair rumpled. he was not quite transparent, but he wasn’t quite there, either. his figure was as murky as dirty water, his face indistinct. there was no identifying feature to him apart from his youth. he was so young-that was the hardest part to get used to.
is this how we make our way to death? blue wondered. a stumbling fade out instead of a self-aware finale?
She asked, “Will you tell me your name?” He faced her and she realized with shock that he wore an Aglionby sweater. “Gansey,” he said. Though his voice was quiet, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a real voice spoken from someplace almost too far away to hear. Blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. His shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happened yet. This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unqiue to him or unique to spirits. He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her. “is that all?” she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.” He fell to his knees, a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground.
“You missed World Hist. I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.
Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy. The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.
“Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
Gansey’s invented apartment was a dreamer’s laboratory…and everywhere, everywhere, there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed.
My first requests! Pretty much what it says in the title! Thank you to @ficbucket ! I combined the two because I thought they worked as a pair haha Hope you enjoy! (I know I said they’d take longer but I couldn’t resist)
Flips between Second and Third person, dependent on point of view again so yeah, so I hope it makes sense! Tips, pointers and constructive criticism is always welcome ^^
“For Y/N!” Your head snapped up from your phone as the barista called your named from the counter. You hurried over to retrieve your drink and put a lid on it, glancing at your phone all the while. You finished your task and clutched the beverage in your hand, adjusting the load of folders in your arm as your attention returned to your phone screen.
You’ve just moved to Seoul in pursuit of a career opportunity provided by InStyle Korea. You’re a makeup artist who’s minimalist; but eye catching style you used in the photoshoots back home caught the attention of some big names across the world. Today was your first day on set, and you need the caffeine to help combat the lingering jet lag you’ve been fighting for the last few days.
Your phone pinged with a heartfelt “Good Luck!” text from your mom. You smile as you approach the door… and promptly hit something solid causing you to flail backwards, your fresh coffee slipping in your panic to regain balance… Which ends up spilling over the front of your freshly pressed white blouse. A low whine escaped your throat and you heard someone clear theirs.
Your attention snapped up to the face of one of the most handsome individuals you have ever had the misfortune of embarrassing yourself in front of. Your mouth opens and closes in an excellent impression of a fish out of a water as you struggle to remember how to speak.
“Are you okay?” You nodded dumbly at the question, still unable to look away. “Yes.. Uhm, I’m so sorry about this..” You finally found your words as you felt your embarrassment catch up with you in the form of a blush, crawling up your neck and onto your face. The handsome stranger laughed and smiled, scratching the back of his head. He opened his mouth to speak again, but a ping from your phone interrupted him. Your attention snapped to the the screen and you panicked when you saw the time.
“So sorry again! Uhm, I have to.. Go… Yeah.. Sorry again..!” You collected yourself, and your now empty cup which you discard, as you bustle out the door of the cafe while panicking to get home and change before getting to the studio. You silently praised your compulsive need to always be thirty minutes ahead of schedule, as it allowed you with enough time to change without being late for your first day.
The handsome stranger lingered in your mind throughout the day. And then continued to stick to your memory over the following days in the week. Finally, it was the weekend and you found yourself back in the little cafe, where you had embarrassed yourself what feels like ages, not days ago. You ordered a drink, and stood to wait for your order off to the side. Your nose was buried in a book and you were oblivious to your surroundings.
“Didn’t you learn your less the last time?” A deep voice from behind you sent chills down your spine as you slowly lifted your attention from your book, and up to the face of your handsome stranger. You could feel your blush returning with full force. Your mind raced as you try to think of something to say in return, but found yourself doing your fish impression again. He bit back a laugh and you snapped your mouth shut. Luckily, he spoke first again, saving you from your embarrassment. “I’m JB.” He extended his hand, and you slowly took it and shook it in return. “Y/N. I’m still sorry about last week by the way.” JB chuckled and you let yourself grin back at him. The barista called your order out, and you smiled at her before taking your cup. You smiled once more at JB before going to sit in a comfy chair by the window, opening your book once again.
You only got a few sentences in before you sensed a presence take a seat in front of you. You glanced up quickly, confirming your suspicions that JB has followed you to your table. You raised an eyebrow in question to him before returning your attention to your book. “This was my spot first, you just got to it before I did today” he provided as an explanation for following you to your seat. Without looking up you responded, “That is generally how it works yes. I was here first and sat down first. I didn’t see your name or a reserved sign.” You glanced up at him, challenging him to disagree with your gaze.
He huffed a quiet laugh and looked down. “Yes, but I’ve been coming here and sitting at this table for the last year, so I still consider it to be ‘My Place’.” You smiled at the bashful admittance as you flip the page of your book. His next words caught you by surprise, however.
“I wouldn’t mind if it was our spot though…” You glanced up and meet his shy eyes. Slowly you smiled, “Okay… But only if you tell me what JB stands for.”
A hopeful smile spread across his entire face, reminding you of the sun.
Hello! This is the first thing I’ve written in over 5 years so please be gentle. I’d like to thank @the-porcelain-doll-xo, @jinyoungsbum and all my babes @angel7net for supporting me and encouraging me to pick up writing again, and to post this. I have a potential Pt.2 in the works, so let me know if you’re interested.
PS. Shoutout to @gotchicken bc i like watching her cry over Bummie. <3
Hi Mogi! Are there any Klance fics that you would recommend? Thanks :)
Oh good golly gosh, here goes my afternoon, because youre about to get a shit ton. xD
If you want to peruse my bookmarks feel free. the link has been filtered down to only klance fics, enjoy your time sifting through 150+ fics ^^; (i have no self control) And then theres any of my stuff here because i need validation and have no shame with self plugs, but ill put the focus on the other fics for right now. ^^
But here are the ones i reallllyyyy recommend outside of the big name fics that literally the whole fandom knows about.:
Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”Update: Now with ART by suitboxers!! WC: 38169 (6/6) General Notes: just, omg? this fic has like it all, and it all fits into s2?? yes please?? i could not get enough of this fic and talking with the author, there is a rumor that they might write an epilogue and i like high key died. 10/10
Summary: “Lance.”Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.“Hey buddy, everything okay?”Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.(Or: the one where Keith is trapped in a time loop. A time loop from hell.) WC: 5910 (6/6 chapters) General Notes: this was interesting to say the least, and one of my latest reads. I really enjoyed, told from Keiths pov and he’s stuck in a time loop. Angsty, but has a happy ending. 8/10
Lance is the number one butler at a maid cafe, and his number one customer? Just his old High School rival Keith.
WC: 66422 (14/?) General Notes: This is really funny and quirky. Lance is adorable in all his dorky glory. The whole team is there and i cant count the times ive had to stifle laughter reading it because it was 3am and i really needed to sleep but, hey what are you going to do xD theres also a blog @voltron-cafe and the art is just as quirky as the fic and i love it to all get out. 9/10
Summary:“I’m Galra, Lance.”It’s the first time he’s said those words out loud––and to Lance of all people. He should feel horrified at himself but somehow, he doesn’t. In fact, an eerie calmness has settled over him. Everything comes sharply into focus as he stands there, still holding Lance’s wrist, breathing in and out, waiting for a response. A post “Blade of Marmora” fix-it fic. Mostly broganes & klance bonding. WC: 7489 General Notes: So theres a little bit of angst in this, but it does a really good job of filling in the blanks of what could have happened between ep8 and ep9 of s2. I really liked it, has some Broganes in there and Klance bonding. 8/10
Summary: For once, Lance tries to be responsible for something. Namely, his feelings. Needless to say it doesn’t go well. WC: 7719 General Notes: Lance pov, honestly this boy tries so hard to keep the team dynamic the same, but it never goes well. goes with the trope that EVERYONE knows about mutual pining klance, but goes a different direction just for the hell of it. i loved it. 9/10
Summary: In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters. WC: 64888 (13/13) General Notes: holy fuck do i love this fic, cuz like, wow. Im a sucker for dragons and i loved the way the author inocrporated them into this fic and made it freaking work. A+++. Lots of action, drama-rama and Lance learns a thing or two about hs feelings along the way. 10/10
Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. WC: 7017 (2/?) General Notes: Firefighter Keith and yoga instructor lance,,, um yes please! this fic is just getting started but i really love it so far. 8/10
Summary: Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™. WC: 39528 (9/?) General Notes: ok, so i just really love this a lot. im a band nerd so music is like my thing, and this is honestly great. Deaf keith, and lance… poor lance, hes trying ok? Im a couple updates behind, but i really love it a lot. 9/10
Summary: This is the story of two absolute idiots who keep searching for what they’ve already found. WC: 40147 (yes on chap xD) General Notes: this is like one of those comfort fics for me, i binged it one night, and it was amazing. Based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers. honeslty, well done. 10/10
Summary: Keith has a box full of scraps of paper, a lovingly archived collection of all the notes Lance has written him so far in their relationship. Their son has a box just like it, and soon their newly adopted daughter will too.Or: 5 (-ish) notes Lance wrote to Keith, beginning with the one that started it all, and 1 Keith wrote back WC: 4913 General Notes: this was so fucking cute that i really couldnt stop smiling the whole way through. lance leaving notes everywhere is just so him. 10/10
Summary: Does he not realise he’s dead?Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are. WC: 38000 (19/?) General Notes: Stop reading this list and fucking read this oh my gawd. It is that good, go on, shoo 10/10
Summary: Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance. WC: 29346 (9/?) General Notes: yoooo, my friend is reading this, and she is doing such a great job with it. Grim Reaper Keith and lance is high key supposed to be dead, and its awesome. Pidge is as nosey as ever and Hunk is pure™. give it a read, really. 10/10
Summary: For all Lance’s snarking and posturing, all that easy, cheery confidence, for all his charm and his pretty, pretty smiles (which absolutely did not make Keith a little weak in the knees, no sir). Just every now and then, Keith thought his smile would go just a tiny bit tight around the edges, and he’d go just a little quiet… well, quiet for Lance. And on the days when Lance was just that little bit… Not-Lance, like a force of nature he would, without fail, pull one side of his lower lip into his mouth and just chew on it, destroying those poor, perfect lips. Days like today.OR: Lance is Having a Day and Keith is somehow the only person to notice. WC: 3159 General Notes: I love it when people write Keith picking up on Lance’s tendencies, its so freaking cute and my heart cannot handle. 9/10
Summary: Five times Lance used a pet name for Keith, and one time Keith used one for Lance.Keith has no basis for having a relationship with someone, so he’s trying to follow Lance’s lead. WC: 8218 General Notes: NSFW saying that now. but i love pet names, and this was all so cute. Touch of angst, but it makes up for it with fluff. I love it. 9/10
I think tht does it for fic recs rn, i could literally go through all of my bookmarks and list every one of them, but lets face it that would take forever.
@thelandattheendofourtoesgoeson requested: Could I get a request for alfie where the reader is one of his maids cleans for him (basically goes round everyday and looks after his place cuz he’s a busy boii)?
You nodded to some of the familiar guys as you walked
through the bakery, heading in the direction of Alfie’s office.
“Not too bad, yourself?”
“Yeah, can’t complain. Boss in?”
“At his desk”
You knocked on the glass of the door as you opened it a
touch, leaning your head against the frame.
“What you doing here?”
“I would like to get paid, if that’s alright with you?”
“I left your packet on the desk like I always do”
“No, you didn’t”
He dropped his pen, scowling.
“Either that or the dogs got to it before I did”
“No…you’re right I bet it’s still in my bloody…” He stood
and walked over to his coat, dipping his hands into pockets until he pulled out
an envelope and turned to you with it raised.
Wash can’t quite remember when it started. Before he knew it these nights were as normal as the mornings filled with bitter coffee that was more sludge than actual coffee. Or the days filled with training, complaining and bland MRE’s. Trying to fix the radio, or scanning the cliffs for unexpected figures, never finding any but still feeling the eyes on him.
Remembering stuff wasn’t his forte anyways. Not since the project. His head was filled with too many memories, most of them not his and the rest scarred from the long years that had left his hair grayer and longer than he wanted. The thing he vividly remembers though is that it was Caboose who fetched him that night. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, or what constituted as one here at their makeshift base, for a while before Wash acknowledged him. It had taken a fair bit of convincing before he had followed Caboose out of the base and behind the nearby rocks where the rest of the guys were waiting.
The constant during these regular nights was the bonfire. The jungle provided enough wood for this not to be a problem, and the guys had thought the place carefully to provide cover from all sides. Later he got to know that it was Tucker who had thought that he might need that.
Some nights they would share stories. It would take Wash a long time before he shared some of his, but the guys had enough stories to fill a lifetime. He was grateful for that, just content with listening and running his hands through the cold grass. Some nights Grif would play a guitar. Wash had no idea where that guitar came from or where he had learned to play it.
They would lie down and watch the stars and make up constellations as these stars were different from the ones back home. At least as far as he knew. Simmons protested first, explaining that these stars must have correct names but in the end he gave up and named a few of his own.
Wash loved these nights. More than he would have expected. It was the rare times he felt at ease, listening to the harmless banter or watching Tucker lean against one of the rocks laughing so hard he cried. He’d eat some of Grifs chips being passed around or carry Caboose back inside when he fell asleep by the fire. After all these years he was, finally, at peace.
It took them a while to find a place like that in Armonia. The roofs where too windy and exposed, the alleys too narrow and lit to see the stars. It took them a long time to stumble upon an abandoned backyard by the outskirts of the capital but finally they had their place back again. And he almost shed a tear when they found their constellations again. There on that rugged overgrown backyard listening to his family laugh and watching the Dirtbag and the Puppy move across the night sky, he found his peace again.
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)
loved being on Supernatural. You loved acting. You loved getting to be around
the cast. And you absolutely loved going to the cons and doing panels and photo
ops; being around the fans was so much fun.
You were currently onstage with Jensen and
Jared, acting a fool. The three of you were running around and goofing off like
crazy. It was still hard to believe that you were getting paid for acting more
like a child than an adult.
“Will you all ever grow up?” The three of
you jumped slightly when you heard a voice come from somewhere offstage.
“Probably not,” Jensen answered.
You had to hold back your excited squeal
when you saw Jeffrey Dean Morgan walk out on stage. No one had known he was
coming. So his arrival was definitely a surprise.
“Well, look who we have here,” Jared
teased. “Come to crash our panel?”
“Just thought I’d come join my favorite
people. Is that okay?” he asked, looking toward the audience. The fans went
wild. Of course they didn’t mind Jeff being there. They were thrilled to see
him, especially because they didn’t know he was going to be there.
I know these pictures are bright and don’t do this magic place justice, but I’m posting because today is the first day I have felt like myself here. I was missing everything so bad and nostalgia was consuming my mind, but today I found reasons to be happy again. Picking apples, walking past waterfalls, laughing and laughing, climbing rocks, looking out miles and miles and spotting the newly snow covered peaks…
I feel like prompt number 1 would be fun and different to read 😂
Okay I seriously love you for asking for this one because as soon as I saw the list I had a brilliant idea for this so yaaaay. Here we go, I hope you like. <3
1. The skirt is supposed to be this short.
Even threw his head back, his entire body shaking from the laughter consuming him to the point where he couldn’t see anything but stars. He finally took a few breaths trying to calm himself down, as he looked back at Isak, red faced and tears shining his blue eyes.
“Oh baby this is just. I mean I am flattered that you would dress up for me but-”
He was cut off by the couch cushion hitting him square in the jaw which set off another giggle fit.
Isak rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip which just made the entire situation even more amusing for Even who found himself unable to stop laughing again.
Even calmed himself down and took in Isak fully. He was standing in front of Even glaring down at him wearing a red and white cheerleading out fit. Pom poms sitting right at his feet where Isak threw them when he came out, and Even whistled and told him to pick up his pen for him.
“Stop staring at me!” the golden haired cheerleader groaned, crossing his arms.
“Nice legs” Even just can’t help himself.
“I mean it Eveeeeeeen”
Even raised his hands in truce “Okay okay i’m done. would you like to explain why you are all dressed up for the big game Mr. spirit.”
Isak shoot him daggers.
“Last one I promise.”
Isak rolled his eyes but a smile was hinting at his lips, as always when he was around Even. “Okay so…well…Jonas bet me that I couldn’t go a whole day at school without mentioning your name once..and-”
Even grinned so wide he turned into one of those clowns you throw balls in at the fair. “Awwww you lost? looks like someone is obsessed with meee”
Isak shook his head, his cheeks turning bright pink “shuuuuut up they tricked me! They asked me what I was doing after school when they knew I was hanging out with you.”
Even nodded understandingly“So how did long did it take you to lose?”
He bowed his golden head in shame “5 minutes.”
Even was gone again. laughing to the brink where he couldn’t even breathe “FIVE MINUTES”
“Hey come here.” Even tugged on his skirt and brought him close enough for Even to breathe him in.
“So they made you wear this to the party tonight?”
Isak tugged on the skirt “Yes! and I swear they made this shorter so I get blue balls or something.”
Even smiled “You do know that’s not what blue balls means right?”
Isak rolled his eyes. “I know Even I meant. There is no way i’m attractive in this, you can basically see my ass!”
Even shook his head, his laughter consuming the room. “Firstly, The skirt is supposed to be this short.” he squeezed Isak’s hips, sending shivers up his spine. “secondly, dear god Isak you are hot.”
Isak raised an eyebrow.
“You are so sexy it’s taking all of my restraint and willpower not to take this really short marvellous costume off right now and showing you just how beautiful you really are.”
Isak shook his head, his face bright red. “shuut up”
Even raised both eyebrows “I am serious. Isak look at yourself! I can see every inch of your legs, and your arms and -” Even gulped “Okay we need to make it a rule that you wear skirts and dresses more often. it’s like the second best thing to naked Isak.”
Isak laughed “You are such a weirdo, you know that right?”
Even pulled Isak onto his lap and kissed him “Yeah but i’m your weirdo” he said against his lips.
and then he was pushing Isak off and standing up.
“What are you doing?” Isak asked, confused.
Even shrugged. “I’m gonna see if Noora has any dresses I can borrow. You didn’t seriously think I would let you have all the fun did you?”
Isak smiled as he watched him walk away. Because he knew Even was really doing it to make Isak feel safe and less self conscious and right then all he could think, was that he never imagined ever being this loved in his whole life.
Even came back out. “So Noora had nothing, but Eskild did.”
Isak laughed “of course.”
“We are gonna be the hottest people at this thing.”
“For sure” Isak said gazing at his beautiful boyfriend and the tiny sparkly dress he was holding which will definitely be way too short for giraffe Even.
“I’m suddenly looking forward to this party now.”
Even raised his eyebrows and kissed his lips. “Good.”
Okay this was so silly but I hope you enjoyed it <3
He just couldn’t sleep lately. Every time he’d shut his eyes and try to focus on anything besides the malice, his mind would run right back to it again. She was quiet next to him, huddled up in an old, Hello Kitty quilt. She looked so peaceful, so at ease with her face buried in the pillows, eyebrows furrowed together intently as if they were meant to be that way. Even in her sleep she was thinking about something, and Kei couldn’t help but wonder what.
“What’s on that beautiful mind of yours, hm?” He caught himself whispering, his shaky hand reached for her forehead but stopped halfway there. “Whatever it is, it’s surely not this horror story I’m dealing with.” He finally let his fingertips brush against her, taking in her everything for a moment before backing away, slipping out of bed to do something about the nasty migraine he’s been hosting all night. The hardwood floor was freezing underneath him, the moon and only the brightest of pollutant beating stars still prominent way up in the sky. Sometimes he just disregarded medicine all together and sat on the balcony, taking in the comfort from the sky above and the empty streets below. He’d sit down on a cast iron patio chair, and lay his arms across the cast iron railing and lay his head down, closing his eyes against the force of the gentle harbor breeze. Sometimes he wondered how he even got here, with his head full of nightmares and his heart full of sorrow. Thousands and thousands of miles away from home, Five thousand, two hundred, sixty seven miles to be exact, and for what? Five thousand, two hundred, sixty seven miles away from home to run away from some distant memory, hoping in that distance, the pain would get lost along the way. He was happy now, truly, and he thought back to her in the bed, just twenty feet away, soon to be fifteen, then five, then zero, because he knew she couldn’t sleep without his presence, and even in the worst days she’d follow him out to the balcony, pull out a chair next to him, and sit there, holding his hand until he wanted to go inside. It was always like that, and part of him loved it. Was it romantic? Quite possibly, if insomnia was put in the retrospect of being romanticized. Fisherman started undocking their boats on the canal down below, shouting at each other in a language Kei couldn’t quite comprehend. They didn’t notice him, but he watched them, his fingers tracing lazy circles around the bar on the railing as their foreign conversation dragged on, dragging his interest with him. Behind him, the balcony door squeaked, and even though he knew exactly who the perpetrator was, he still jumped, the iron chair rattling underneath him. She giggled, wrapping her warm, tired arms around his neck from behind, her lips toying at the nape of his neck.
“Hey, it’s just me…” She cooed, and Kei took the opportunity to sigh.
“I know…” He grabbed her hand and held them closer to his chest. He always wondered why her hands were always so cold, yet the rest of her was always so warm. He said nothing as he placed them over his heart, goosebumps prickling along his bare arms. It was only fifty degrees, yet fifty degrees was warm for a place like this, especially at the break of dawn. She didn’t even bother to sit next to him today, just holding him as time ever so slowly passed by.
“Do you want to go back to bed?” She muttered after some time, lethargy still hinted in the very crevices of her voice. He wanted to tell her that it was stupid of her to even follow him out here in the first place, that she didn’t need to, that she could just stay by herself inside until his pity party subsided. She wouldn’t listen, though, she never did. He liked to say she was as stubborn as she was beautiful, sometimes. He tilted his head back and looked into her eyes for the first time that morning, the soft gaze and knowing eyes enough to melt his heart all over again. He nodded, letting go of her hands over her chest and sulking back inside, sparing one last glance to the lost fishermen on the canal.
She burrowed herself under the same Hello Kitty quilt as before, pulling him closer and draping it around his shoulders. He sighed, part of him feeling ridiculous, usually he wanted that thing kept as far away from him as possible, but now that it practically engulfed him, he couldn’t help but lean into the solace of its warmth. She spared him a chuckle, cupping his head in her hands and kissing the corner of his lips in the singular way that made his head spin. Her fingertips were still cold, but her lips were ever so warm, and goosebumps broke out on his skin once more.
“You’re being oddly affectionate today…” He croaked, leaning in to notion that he only wanted more.
“Is it a crime to kiss my boyfriend now, Tsukishima Kei?”
“If it was a crime, I wouldn’t mind going to prison.”
“Oh.” She peeped, quietly before breaking out into giggles. “That was horrible. You really do need to sleep, baby, replenish your wit before you say that to me ever again.”
Kei found himself laughing, burying himself deeper into the quilt on top of him. He still looked up at her, the sudden sunlight filtering through the blinds making him squint even more than he was before. The softness of the light that casted through made her look like an angel, he thought, an absolute divine deity. Although she had bags that made her look like she had received two black eyes and frizzy bed head that was only more prominent against the light source, she looked perfect to him.
“I love you.” He said with a hoarse voice, under the blankets. She looked straight at him with amused eyes, blinking ever so slowly until they shut, and she leaned over to kiss him. He melted into it, his hand heavy against the side of her torso.
“I love you too.” She muttered, between a broken kiss. “More than you could ever imagine.”
◦ request: Is it ok if I ask for an hyungsik smut with a thicker girl who’s a friend of his friend who’s protective of her and doesn’t want him with her cause she not his type and he loves to flirt with other girls but he’s attracted to her and then they sneak away to have sex with after care and pillow talk cause she insecure about her body that he doesn’t actually like her cause she’s not the ideal type…..
Hihi can I request a Hyungshik smut with him being a cocky but kind chaebol? Something like his character in The Heirs or High Society!
◦ a/n: Guys I have gotten like six hyungsik smut requests LOL we all whipped; on another note, I swear y’all are like some weird ass mind readers; you always end up requesting something that I half jotted down already xD I sort of changed it up a little - enjoyyy! (Also sorry this took forever I got swamped with work cause midterms; hopefully the length makes up for it?? tbh idk what i wrote)
I can’t say I was surprised. It had hardly been ten minutes and the idiot had gone and ditched me. It happened every time, and every time I sat at the table with a drink that wasn’t strong enough in hand, scanning the crowds for him. No wonder he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Rolling my eyes, I sipped the champagne in my glass and set it on the table, welcoming the burn in the back of my throat. It was already close to empty. Leaning back in my chair, my eyes darted through the room. The place was lit with dim yellow lights, regal almost. The floor scattered with men in suits and ties and women in extravagant dresses. My brother had somewhat of a knack for these social gatherings. Despite that, he lacked the decency to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month and naturally the one that seemed perfect who stuck longer than that was only after his wealth. He turned into hyper social butterfly, but wouldn’t let anyone get close to him. I couldn’t blame him for being upset, but still, whatever demon possessed him to start taking me as his plus one to these stupid company celebrations was beyond me.
“How is it that I always find you alone?” A familiar voice floated through the nuisance of the party, standing a couple feet away. He held his own glass of champagne in his hand, also almost empty. He looked as dashing as ever, the suit kissing his figure in all the right ways. Ah, Park Hyungsik, what a fine creature.
Yes, you and Spencer. The man you could barely stand to sit next to at work. How had that happened indeed?
**Flashback to approximately 18 weeks ago.**
This dude was boring. But so pretty. But boring as fuck.
You’d been willing to push that to one side just so you could check out what was underneath his jeans and shirt and maybe give him something to bite on so that he’d stop talking. But then he’d pulled out his phone and started talking about a novel he was writing.
And then he’d insisted on showing you some of his work. If you could call it that.
His first paragraph was twenty lines long and didn’t contain a single use of punctuation or grammar. And he’d written ‘your’ when he’d clearly meant ‘you’re’.
Some things you could overlook for a pretty face and a decent fuck but bad grammar wasn’t one of them. He had to go. Or more like, you had to go.
He’d picked you up from outside of work and taken you to a dive bar fifteen miles out of the city so you needed to find a reason to leave. You excused yourself and made your way to the ladies room. Finding your phone, you speed dialled Morgan. He’d bailed you out on more than one occasion as had you for him.
“H-hello?” A voice that definitely did not belong to Derek.
“Reid? Is that you? Have I dialled the wrong number?” You pulled your phone from your ear reading that the display did in fact say Morgan.
“No, he left his phone with me with instructions that I was to answer if you called. Something about you needing a get out clause.”
“Where is he?”
“Currently dry humping a women named Jessica in a booth at the back of the bar. Although… I’m not sure it’s ‘dry.’ She seems to be enjoying it far too much.”
You laughed, appreciating his rare attempt at humour. “Where’s Garcia?”
“She left about ten minutes ago, attached to a broker named Westley.”
Fuck…. You groaned. Cab it was.
“Y/N, if you need a ride, I can come get you. I’ve only had one drink and that was an hour ago.”
“No it’s fine. I’ll call a cab and think of something.” You didn’t want to end up owing him a favour.
“Where are you? Seriously, I don’t mind. I’m kinda bored here anyway. And I’m not tired yet, the drive might wear me out,“ he offered again.
“Okay. Thank you. But NO statistics about how online dating leads to failure or anything please.” Spencer laughed and you told him where you were, asking him to call your cell when he was two minutes out.
Freshening up, you begrudgingly made your way back to Bretton. God, even his name sucked. You’d thought it sounded cool and suave when you’d seen his profile but now… Just ugh. You bet that wasn’t even his real name.
Downing two drinks in quick succession you listened to him drone on and on about his clearly fake ass publishing deal. The guy couldn’t even string a sentence together properly, no one was going to read any atrocity he produced.
Twenty seven soul deadening minutes later and your bag began to sing. Your work phone going off. Well, point one to Dr Reid, he’d had the sense to call that. It made the ruse so much easier if you were seen to be answering a different phone.
“Sorry, gotta take this. It’s work.” You turned away from the table, swiping to answer.
“Hey Y/N, I’m outside.”
“What’s that? A double homicide in Cinncinati? But it’s a Friday night….. Yes I know,….. Yes, yes, okay. You’re outside already? But I’m on a date… Fine… I’ll reschedule. You owe me.”
You could hear Reid chuckling quietly to yourself as you hung up, plastering an apologetic look on your face.
“I’m so sorry, I’m needed. It’s been great, but my colleague is outside waiting for me.” You started to make your way towards the door, Bretton following you.
“How did they know where you were? I didn’t tell you where we were going until I picked you up.”
Shit, he was right. You spotted Reid’s tiny little Beetle, always amused that someone as tall as him would choose such a small car. He’d listed a hundred reasons when you’d asked him about it but you’d shut off after the seventh.
“Erm….. The FBI tracks my location constantly in case I’m needed urgently. Part of my employment contract with them is that I must always carry a tracking device.”
“Really? That’s so cool. Can I see it? I’d love to be able to describe one in my writings.”
Oh for fuck sake. You rummaged in your purse seeing a tiny orange tampon container, the hard plastic cases that you could carry when you were trying to be discreet. Fuck it, you had plenty of them at home and weren’t due on for another week anyway. You dug it out and handed it to him before walking around to the passenger side of Spencer’s car and pulling the door open.
“Keep it. I have like ten. I’ll get our tech analyst to disable it later.” You slid into the car closing the door and hearing a, “Wow, that’s so….. Wait what?”
You glanced out the window seeing that he’d opened it and was holding the tampon, staring at it curiously.
“Drive Spencer, drive!” you burst out laughing as your unlikely rescuer put his foot down and sped out of the car park and onto the main road.
“Did you seriously just try to convince that guy that a feminine hygiene product was a government issued tracking device?”
“Yep!” You glanced at him and you both started giggling again.
You rarely spent time with your colleague outside of work, he’d come out with you, Penny and Derek a few times but generally always left early. Everyone on the team had been surprised that you two hadn’t become fast friends. Spencer was only a few years older than you, and you were both seriously smart, loving books and nerdy stuff like Doctor Who. It wasn’t that you weren’t friends, but…..you were more colleagues than anything.
It didn’t stop you all socialising as a team and it didn’t impede your working relationship. You shared a mutual respect for each other, but you just didn’t click with him the way you did with the others. You’d tried, and he’d tried too, but there was a invisible boundary preventing you from being the good friends everyone else seemed to think you should be.
Still, it was nice seeing a relaxed, smiling Spencer for a change. And you appreciated the fact that he come all this way to pick you up. You told him so.
“Thank you by the way. For coming to get me.”
“No problem. What was his problem anyway?”
“Not knowing the difference between their, there and they’re.” You saw the confused look on his face and explained about Bretton’s so called novel.
“Seriously? God Y/N, I thought you had better taste than that!”
“I do, normally.” You searched through your large bag for the emergency hip flask you carried for when dates went wrong. Finding it, you unscrewed the cap and took a swallow.
“Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum. Best drink ever.” You took another gulp, it burning your throat as you swallowed, the buzz hitting a few seconds later. “I’d offer you some, but ya know. Driving and all that.”
“It’s fine. But…. You’re drinking something named Morgan. You realise the double entendre there right?”
“Oh definitely. I’d drink him down like pop given the chance.” You waggled your eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh like you haven’t already,” Spencer smirked at you. You ignored the comment.
“What’s up with you anyway. It’s not very often they manage to drag you out on a Friday night. You finally read every book ever written or something?”
“Nope, just fancied it for a change. But then when Penelope and Derek abandoned me for more exciting options it got a bit boring.”
“Well maybe you should have found your own more exciting option?”
He laughed again at you, the sound not unpleasant to your ears. “Yeah, as if. Erm… It’s down here right? You live on Oak Valley Road right?”
You nodded. He’d been in the car a few times when you’d been dropped off.
It was only when he turned into your street that you felt a sense of dread.
Emptying your bag out onto your lap and the footwell, you wanted to kick your self.
“Problem?” Reid asked.
“My house keys are in my drawer at work. I can’t get in,” You sighed, trying remember whether you’d left any windows open a small amount. Probably not. Working where you did had conditioned you to always leave your home fully secured.
“Shit, I can drive you back? Have you got your pass on you? Mine’s at home.”
You shook your head. You’d been in a rush to meet Bretton and you could picture your pass and your keys exact position inside your drawer. And it was another forty five minutes there and back to work.
“Okay, we’ll have to swing by mine then and grab my pass first. Or……. ” He looked uncomfortable as he suggested the next part. “You can just stay on my couch and I can drive you in tomorrow?”
You considered the options. Another hour and a half before you could relax, or spend the night on a couch.
Fuck it, you’d slept in worse places than Spencer Reid’s couch. “I’m sorry for putting you out Spencer. Is it okay if I stay with you?”
He nodded and made a three point turn, pointing the car in the direction of his apartment.
Little did you know, this was the worse choice you could have possibly made.
“She was amused by my attempts at Terran humour. In fact, I remember that when Louise laughed she sounded like she was in need of medical attention. When I realized she was not going to expire from such an activity, I found myself wanting to make her laugh again.”