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synomint · 9 months ago
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Puts your stupid dog in the green checkered void
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toruskiii · 1 year ago
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Love Delivery!
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Synopsis: Balancing part-time food delivery with a busy school schedule is no easy task. One day, while on a delivery, you find yourself awkwardly waiting at the door of a luxurious apartment. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing a handsome, albeit annoyingly rich, man. Genre: Romance, fluff, slow-burn?? (modern au!) Character: Aventurine x fem!reader Warnings: Hot sassy men apocalypse, maybe this will have a part 2 or smth idk
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Ding!
Someone has placed an order near your set area.
You glance at the notification on your screen, just as you’re snapping a picture of the food you’ve delivered to the nice granny’s house. The elderly lady smiles politely, waiting patiently as you finish taking the photo.
“Ah, another order, young lady?” she croaks out, offering a small, grateful bow when you hand her the plastic bag of food. “Thank you so much, hoho. I’m sorry to trouble you young folks, but it’s hard for my old bones to get around, you know?” She chuckles, giving your shoulder a gentle pat.
You smile at her and shake your head, waving off her concern. "It's no problem, granny. It's my job, after all." After bidding farewell to the old lady, you put on your helmet, hop back on your bike, and accept the new order request.
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Penacony's Clock Diner? Wait-
You quickly check the location set for your food delivery, confused by the address. You're all the way in Aurem Alley, and the customer wants food from Penacony? Ridiculous.
Location Set: Xianzhou Luofu.
How is this guy even able to send his request to you?
You double-check the address, noticing the system listing it as Fyxestroll Garden. What the hell? There aren’t any apartment complexes at Fyxestroll Garden!
Puzzled, you pull over to the side of the road and open the map on your phone, trying to make sense of it. Fyxestroll Garden is a well-known public park, famous for its serene walking paths and meticulously kept gardens. You can’t recall any buildings, let alone residential ones, in the area. You tap on the address again, hoping it’s a mistake or a glitch, but the coordinates remain unchanged.
Maybe it’s a new complex that just opened? you wonder. Or could it be some sort of exclusive residence hidden within the park?
Not long after, another text message pops up on your screen, and it's from the guy.
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Frustration boils within you as you read the message, your temper nearing its breaking point. The blazing sun beats down mercilessly, intensifying your irritation as you stand near the dock, contemplating a plunge into the cooling waters below. How could this customer be so careless as to mess up their address, leaving you to contend with this sweltering heat and an hour-long detour?
And curse this app for its lack of a proper cancellation feature!
With a frustrated groan, you glance at the text, feeling the resistance of your bike's wheels grow heavier as you open the GPS. You're tempted to unleash a torrent of curses at the customer for exploiting some loophole in the app, forcing you to exert yourself just to deliver his order. He better be prepared to tip generously for this inconvenience.
To reach Penacony, your best bet is to take the Astral Express train— a mode of transportation you've used before but disliked immensely. The erratic jumps and occasional turbulence make for a nerve-wracking journey. And that conductor… Was it just fatigue playing tricks on your mind, or did they really have bunny ears…?
You sigh heavily as you enter the station, swiping your pass before parking your bike and leaning against it. Your gaze drifts to the TV hanging on the wall, checking the schedule to see when the train will arrive. Fifteen minutes? Well, there's no escaping it now…
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You feel like hurling yourself into outer space.
Not only did the restaurant forget to prepare the order, but you're also stuck in a conversation with one of the servers who insists on cracking the most cringeworthy jokes.
"There's no such thing as a bad joke, only lousy comedians who can't deliver them!" the server— Jay, apparently. boasts. Doesn't this guy have other customers to attend to? Good grief. You're tempted to point out that he's no better than those lousy comedians, but you're not that mean— and you definitely don't want to risk losing your job.
"Order number 38! One sarmale and one classic soulglad!" a worker calls out, providing a convenient distraction as you hastily grabbed the food and rush over to your bike— just in time for your phone to start chiming with multiple notifications.
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Fuming with frustration, you run a hand through your hair, pedaling away as fast as your legs can carry you to the designated location. One hand grips the handlebars tightly while the other clutches your phone, fingers jabbing at the screen as you send panicked voicemails to the careless customer.
"I'm on my way! I'll be there soon!" you breathe out, your voice strained with urgency, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. You're so preoccupied that you didn't even bother with your helmet, leaving it hanging on the basket of your bike as you speed along. The wind rushes past you, whipping your hair back as you scream into your phone.
"I'm practically flying to your place. Just hold on!" you seethe, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles. You swear you catch a glimpse of a pair of blue-haired siblings shooting you a skeptical glance as you whiz by. No one's going to meet their demise on my watch.
(Maybe a few might with the way you're on the verge of causing car crashes.)
With determination fueling every pedal, you push yourself to the limit, determined to reach the customer's location before they decide to relocate to another universe altogether.
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Upon stepping into the lounge of the apartment complex, you stand there, utterly flabbergasted.
The sight before you is nothing short of opulent. Everyone here is dressed to the nines in fancy attire, oozing sophistication and wealth. I mean, what did you expect? That the guy who ordered the food would settle for anything less than extravagance? 1800 credits for a soda?
But even knowing that, you weren't prepared for the sheer luxury of it all. Marble floors greet you the moment you enter, with plush velvet red sofas arranged in elegant clusters at every corner. The vases of plants adorning the marble countertops probably cost more than your entire monthly rent.
The sprawling expanse of rooms lining the halls seems to stretch on endlessly, giving you the impression that you've stumbled into a palace rather than an apartment complex. You can't help but feel like a humble peasant as you approach the lobby manager, your attire— a mishmash of sweaty clothes and a random jacket—paling in comparison to the impeccably tailored suits of the residents. Are you checking into an apartment or a castle?
What catches you off guard is the realization that most of the people milling about in this opulent setting are students. Students! You recognize familiar faces in the crowd— classmates from the same campus you attend.
"Hello, I'm here to deliver an order for room number ███," you murmur to the manager, noting the slight stress in her demeanor as she punches in the room number to confirm the request. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when she directs you to the Platinum room.
The Platinum room? Your mind races with questions as you make your way through the halls, the extravagant surroundings only adding to your bewilderment. What kind of student lives in the Platinum room of an apartment complex like this?
Here you stand, face to face with the imposing wooden door adorned with intricate golden trimmings, feeling as though your bank account is slowly draining with each passing moment. You raise a hand to knock, furrowing your brows in confusion when there's no immediate answer.
"Hey, it's me. I'm here to deliver your food," you call out, giving the door another firm knock. Still, there's no response. Seriously?
Technically, you could just leave the food at his door and be done with it. But something about the luxuriousness of this apartment complex makes you hesitate. It wouldn't reflect well on you to simply abandon the delivery outside, especially in such an upscale setting. (You internally roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all.)
As the door finally creaks open, you're poised to unleash the most scathing side-eye you can muster— ready to give this guy a piece of your mind for keeping you waiting (and running). But as your gaze meets his, you freeze.
You'd seen his profile picture on the app before, but you'd doubted that a man so devastatingly handsome could possibly exist in real life. You'd convinced yourself that it was probably some sort of prank or scam, someone using a fake photo to lure in unsuspecting victims.
But now, standing before you, is a man who defies all logic. His golden, tousled locks frame a face so strikingly beautiful it steals your breath away. His eyes— oh, those eyes— they're like pools of sapphire surrounded by a halo of lavender. You feel your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you struggle to find your voice, your words caught in your throat like a lump of lead.
He gazes back at you, those mesmerizing eyes flickering with mild curiosity as he tilts his head inquisitively. "Hm? Ah, it's you," he says, breaking the spell of silence that had enveloped you. But you can hardly hear him over the thunderous pounding of your heart, which seems to be screaming one thing over and over again: He's even more breathtaking in person.
You mentally slap yourself, shaking off the remnants of your daze as you stumble over your words, handing him his bag of food with trembling hands. "R-right, sorry to keep you waiting. Here's your food, sir," you manage to stutter out, inwardly cursing yourself for apologizing. Why am I apologizing? He's the one who's in the wrong here!
He lets out a soft chuckle, and you swear the sun must be finding its way to shine through the walls of the complex as your ears burn at the mere sound of his laugh. It's so calming, so captivating, that you feel like you're floating in a dream.
"No, no. Don't apologize. It's my fault for entering the wrong address," he reassures you, his voice smooth as silk. His fingers brush over yours as he reaches for his food, sending an electric shock through your entire body at the brief contact. You can't help but notice how his gaze softens as he opens the plastic bag to check the contents, a small hum of satisfaction escaping his lips at the sight of the still-warm food. You decide not to question it— perhaps he's just feeling a bit homesick.
You continue to awkwardly stand there, your hands fidgeting nervously in your pockets as you struggle to find something to say. "So, uh, your total is 6500 credits, sir," you finally manage to blurt out, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.
He blinks in mild surprise, a small "ah" escaping his lips before he nods, disappearing momentarily back into his apartment. He returns a moment later, wallet in hand, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Since I've troubled you so much, how much do you want me to pay you back with, hm?" he teases, his tone playful.
You stare at him, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. Well, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble, making you trek all over town just to deliver two measly items. But still, the thought of asking for more money makes you feel incredibly awkward and embarrassed. "No, that…that won't be necessary," you choke out, feeling your palms grow sweaty with nervousness. "There's no need—"
"I insist," he interrupts, his tone firm yet strangely charming.
Well, damn. You're caught between feeling grateful for his generosity and feeling utterly mortified at the prospect of asking for more payment. But with his insistence ringing in your ears, you find yourself reluctantly nodding in agreement, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"1000 credits is fine," you mumble, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of asking for more money.
"Just 1000?" he repeats, narrowing his eyes at you with a slight frown. "That's quite low, considering the trouble I've put you through," he adds, his fingers skimming through his wallet in search of more credits.
As he rummages through his wallet, you can't help but notice his student card peeking out from among the bills. Your lips part in shock as you realize he's a student at the IPC—yeah, he's definitely rich. You should have haggled for more money.
"Are— do you major in accounting…?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself, your eyes darting to his card. He hums in response, shaking his head. "Nah, fashion. I can't count."
The two of you maintain eye contact for a few moments, and you find yourself staring at him dumbly while he gives you a cat-like grin.
"Did you actually buy that? I'm joking. I major in both finance and accounting."
You can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his flippant attitude. This man radiates fuck-boy energy, and you're starting to have second thoughts. Does he get a pass because of his looks, or is it because of his looks that he gets a pass?
"Oh," is all you can manage to answer as he hands you a random stack of credits.
You stare dumbfounded at his outstretched hand, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you glance back and forth between the stash of credits and his gaze. "Huh? How much is this?" you inquire, still hesitant to accept the payment.
"Does it really matter?" he scoffs, nudging you playfully. "1000 credits is way too little, and I don't like scamming people. I don't stoop that low," he chuckles, his tone light despite the seriousness of the situation. When you don't budge, he feels a twitch in his eye before suddenly grabbing your jacket and tugging at your pockets, causing you to let out a startled yelp. "Hey! What the hell—"
Ignoring your protest, he shoves the credits inside your pocket with lazy nonchalance, letting out a whistle of satisfaction before releasing his hold. "There. Now just think of it as you were robbed in reverse," he quips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"That's not helping!"
"It's not like your boss or whoever's in charge of the app will check your pockets, right? I'm just giving you tips, there's nothing wrong with that," he shrugs, struggling to hold back a snort at how visibly annoyed you look. If this were any other person, like an 'actual' adult or man, he'd brush it off and just toss a random wad of tips your way before politely closing the door. Maybe he'd pause for a pretty lady— well, you are a pretty lady.
But he can tell you're a student, just like him, probably working your ass off just to make ends meet. Hey, he doesn't judge. Plus, it's kind of fun to tease people occasionally, and you remind him of another acquaintance of his who's majoring in medicine.
"So, anything else?" he murmurs, leaning casually against the doorframe, a small smirk playing on his lips.
You can't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his nonchalant attitude. "No, that's it," you reply tersely, your voice tinged with annoyance. You can't wait to get out of here and put this bizarre encounter behind you.
He nods in acknowledgment, his smirk widening ever so slightly. "Alright then. Take care, pretty," he says, offering you a lazy wave before shutting the door gently behind him.
As you make your way back to your bike, you can't help but replay the encounter in your mind, wondering just what the hell just happened. This guy is definitely one of a kind, that's for sure.
As you swiftly exit the complex and pedal back to the train station, a dull headache begins to gnaw at your temples. You have other pending orders waiting for you back in Luofu, and the thought of having to navigate through the city once more only adds to your growing exhaustion. Yet, amidst the fatigue, a small swell of warmth tugs at your heart at the thought of not getting his number.
Sure, he provided his contact information when he placed the order, but with a guy like him, you're almost certain it's just his business line or something equally impersonal. Besides, it would feel a bit creepy to text him out of the blue. What would you even say?
'Hey, I thought you were cute after making me run laps around the city and deal with an annoying server, hmu?'
No way, that's beyond pathetic. Plus, you'd risk losing face.
Lost in your thoughts, you arrive back at the train station, your hands absentmindedly reaching up to touch your flushed cheeks, still tingling from the encounter. He's undeniably attractive, and you can't shake the nagging feeling that he probably already has a girlfriend— or several. Besides, you should be focusing on your studies, not getting involved with some rich fuck boy.
Ding!
Huh?
You're snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a notification chiming on your phone. With a curious frown, you unlock your device to see what it is.
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Your heart leaps into your throat as you read the notification, your eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell is wrong with this guy? 10,000 credits? Is he insane?
With trembling hands, you quickly fish out the money he gave you from your pockets, counting through the stack under your breath to keep your panic in check. "6, 7, 8… 9…" you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you realize he gave you thrice the amount needed.
Your fingers tap frantically on your phone screen as you type out a response, your words rushed and panicked. "Dude, you gave me thrice the amount needed already—stop."
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As you stare at the screen, your mind reels with disbelief. He just willingly gave you his phone number— and he thinks you're cute?
It's a little funny, in a surreal sort of way, that the entire conversation is still ongoing within the food service app. Here you are, exchanging private messages with each other despite the platform's intended purpose.
You gulp, feeling the heat rise to the tips of your ears. Your brows knit together in a mixture of disbelief and slight annoyance, the memory of the earlier encounter still fresh in your mind. After all, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble with that address mix-up.
Should you add him?
"…"
You're caught off guard as a strong gust of wind rushes past you, fluttering your hair in its wake as the Astral Express train arrives. The station immediately becomes crowded, and you struggle to maneuver your bike into the passenger compartment as people squeeze past you. Finally, you manage to park your bike and squeeze yourself into an empty corner to avoid blocking anyone.
As everyone settles into their seats and grips the handles, the doors of the train shut, and the conductor announces the next stop. You let out a sigh, knowing it'll be another 20 or so stops before you reach Luofu…
Glancing back at your phone, your fingers tap onto it mindlessly, the cabin now quiet save for the occasional cries of children or chatter between friends.
Your gaze softens as a new notification pops up.
Aventurine (loser of a customer) is now saved into your contacts.
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Ding!
"Good evening to you again, pretty delivery lady."
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crowsofdarkness · 2 months ago
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Request: “I think I’ll keep you” and “Who did this to you?”
Pairings: Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont x Female!Reader.
Warnings: slight mentions of abuse(reader has a black eye), drinking, language, and 18+ smut which includes slight public fingering.
A/N: im so sorry this took all month to post but whoever requested it, I hope you’re still around and you love it! I decided to combine both of the requests because they work so well together. Apologizes for any mistakes. This was typed on my phone and with my nails, it’s harder to type.
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The opera house was full to the brim, every seat filled with rich pompous people who could care less about the people beneath them who were struggling to survive. Myself included. I despised this job so much, a private waitress for the rich folk who rented out the boxes of the opera house. But it paid well, especially when people got drunk enough they began throwing down large bills for tips.
Tonight I was scheduled to work a particular private box for someone I’d waited on once before. The Marquis de Gramont, or as he wanted me to call him, Vincent. The one and only time I waited on him at the opera house, I made a fool of myself by tripping over heels that were too tall for me and I spilled his drink all over his lap. I expected him to yell at me and have me fired. But instead, he cupped my cheek and told me it was alright. To say I was mortified was an understatement but he simply dismissed me with a tender touch to my face, saying he didn’t need any drinks that night. He was an honorary member of the High Table who oversaw a long list of assassins. Rumor had it, he wanted John Wick killed and had been dealing with it for the last week.
I think he was currently dealing with it because when I walked up to the box in the opera house, Vincent had his phone pressed to his ear, delegating something to someone in French. Hearing him speak the language of love made my stomach flutter but I was quick to dismiss the feeling.
Focus, idiot. You’re here for work, not a hook up. Remember what happened last time?
How could I forget? A few nights ago, I hooked up with some rich guy who visited the opera house. It didn’t mean anything, just a quick fuck. I needed something to take the edge off of a very long day. But the sex was so bad, I couldn’t even orgasm. I faked it just so the guy could finish and I could get back to work. It annoyed me when the guy boasted about how “he made me cum in two minutes” so I told him I faked it because it was so bad. That seemed to piss him off because he punched me square in the eye.
I expected him to get black listed from the opera house but instead, my boss gave him free tickets for the year because he couldn’t risk losing the guys money. Odd how that works since he got free tickets. Yet I didn’t dare say anything, not wanting to risk my job even more.
Clearing my throat, I made sure my hair covered my black eye as I walked up to Vincent. I didn’t have any makeup that would cover it so I went with the next best thing. Hiding behind my hair all night.
“Your drink, sir,” I said quietly, handling him his drink with a slight tremor in my hand.
Vincent noticed because he set the cup on the table next to his chair but kept my hand in his. The warmth shot through my body, making my stomach flutter.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
I quickly nodded and went to pull my hand away, ready to get back to work. “If you need anything, please let me know.”
Instead of dropping my hand, he pulled me into his lap causing me to yell out in surprise.
“Shh,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “The show is about to begin.”
I swallowed thickly, not wanting to look at him directly in fear of him seeing my black eye. I kept my gaze strictly on the carpet at our feet, noticing his shiny and expensive shoes. I couldn’t deny there was some sort of connection between us, it was evident that first night I served him. But there was still that lingering thought he would want someone so minimal as me.
The Marquis gently turned my face up towards him then brushed the hair away from my face. Fire and rage flickered behind his bright eyes but he held his composure.
“Who did this to you?” He asked with an eerily calmness.
My voice caught in my throat, unable to work up the courage to tell him. He was being so kind, attentive, and it felt like he actually cared.
Maybe he does, you idiot. It’s clear he fancies you due to how hard his dick is underneath you.
With a deep breath, I divulged everything that happened the other night. He never interrupted, simply let me speak while tenderly dragging a finger over my black eye. It wasn’t until I finished that he asked for a name, which I willingly gave. If my boss wouldn’t do anything about it, maybe Vincent will. He ordered something to one of his guards in French and soon it was just him and I.
Just as the lights went out, the show about to begin, his grip on me tightened before he turned my body to face the stage.
“It seems like you’re owed something, no?” His voice breathed against the crook of my neck, his fingers dancing over my thigh.
I sucked in a breath before leaning into his large frame, opening my legs for him.
This was so wrong. So unbelievably wrong. I nearly got fired the other day for sleeping with a patron but here I was again, about to do the same thing. But something was different. There was this small voice in the back of my head telling me Vincent wouldn’t do what the other guy did. He actually cares about me. He wants to bring me pleasure.
“Would you like that?” The Marquis asked.
I nodded with a blubbering please.
As the opera began, he spread my legs wider apart and dragged two fingers over the thin material of my panties. He praised how wet I was, teeth nibbling on my ear, and I shivered in his embrace.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
It was then I realized I was grinding my ass against his cock, the thin material of my dress doing nothing to create a barrier.
I rambled an apology which only made him push my panties to the side so he could dip a finger deep inside of me.
“Don’t ever apologize to me, understand? I want to feel you, all of you.”
His strokes were anything but slow. I could tell he wanted to take his time but with how busy of a man he was, he needed to make sure he didn’t get caught. Even though the opera was loud, I could hear how wet I was between my legs as Vincent pressed another long finger inside. He went so deep, I felt the coolness of his ring against my clit. My moans of pleasure seemed to have pleased him because out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sly smirk pull at the corner of his lips. I wanted nothing more than to devour them, suck the alcohol off of them.
“Oh shit,” I moaned when my pussy clenched around his fingers, my lower stomach igniting with a fire so hot I felt sweat gather at the back of my neck.
His eyes were stuck to the stage watching the show but his attention was solely on me. The pad of his thumb drew fast circles against my clit and soon I was biting my lip to keep my orgasm quiet as I writhed against his hand.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, slowly slipping his fingers out of me when I came down from my high.
It was so simple but this orgasm had to have been the best one yet.
I lay slack against his chest for a few moments longer, trying to gain my composure to get back to work, something I said out loud to him because I couldn’t risk losing my job. But his arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me in place.
The Marquis held up his two very slick fingers in front of my face and I felt a surge of heat again when I could smell my arousal on them.
“Just a taste,” he said before dipping those two fingers into his drink and then bringing them to my lips.
I didn’t waste a single second. I sucked and licked the alcohol and my cum off of his fingers like a woman starved. I maintained eye contact with him the entire time and felt the hardness of his cock against the swell of my ass, him clearly turned on by the entire thing.
A loud pop echoed in the air when he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and soon lifted me in the air, clearly done with the opera. I asked him what he was doing, where he was taking me, but he responded with five simple words.
“I think I’ll keep you.”
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castingspellsanddaisies · 8 months ago
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Jude Bellingham & Rmarni | Tarot Reading
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DISCLAIMER: Take everything with a grain of salt and have fun!
Was it just casual since the beginning?
Jude:
knight of swords reversed + 8 of pentacles reversed + the hanged man
I don't see him wishing for anything serious with her, at all. He could have ghosted her, but before that they had some... steamy encounters (ha!). It could have been only sexting though. Yes, first sexting, then they met in person, did what they wanted to do and he left. And he ghosted her for a while after that. I also see him kind of losing his initial interest in her quite fast.
Rmarni:
knight of wands reversed + 3 of pentacles reversed + knight of cups reversed
She was acting very impulsive towards him, very impulsive (we have two knights in reverse!). She could be the one doing the most at their encounters. She was getting impatience for ''something'' to take off, that's what made her act so impulsive. You know when you get like ''I want! I want! I want!'' and you you don't even realize how needy you're behaving in front of somebody? That's it.
And the more she tried, more she felt like they were not connecting.
Mutual energy:
temperance reversed + 8 of pentacles reversed + the devil
Ouch! So they both knew this was a casual thing, no feelings attached, ''let's fuck and that's it''. They were both impulsive to do it. Things happened really fast. I see fast action towards each other, then nothing happening for a while, then they reconnected again for some more. Also known as ''booty-call''.
What happened between them?
Jude:
queen of pentacles reversed + the chariot + 5 of wands
So after their first encounters and ghosting period... I see Jude being kinda lazy to schedule their next meetings, and they both clashing over it. Sometimes he could even do it on purpose, because I see him having the means to make it work (meeting her again), but he was... Lazy to do it. He wasn't sorry for acting like that.
Rmarni:
king of wands reversed + 7 of pentacles reversed + 6 of swords
She might have tried to ''go after him'' a few times, and after realizing that she wasn't getting the attention that she wanted nor the passion and action that she wanted, she gave up trying. More hurt than anything.
Mutual energy:
8 of cups + 6 of cups + the devil
These two are stressing me out, honestly.
So...They would ''forget'' about each other for a while, then reconnect, then have sex, then forget about each other again, then one of them would send a DM, then ''remember the old times'', then leave again... Over and over. And I see it kept going for a while.
How do they feel about each other at the present?
Jude:
the high priestess + 4 of pentacles + 2 of pentacles reversed
Jude feels like she hidding something from him and he doesn't want to deal with it right now. He might've blocked her or something similar. Maybe he knows she's doing something in secret to try to get to him and it's not working. He's seeing through her.
Rmarni:
2 of swords + page of pentacles reversed + the lovers reversed
She's keeping her eyes on him, but she's still afraid to try some more direct contact. She's waiting for a better time to do something. I hear ''alright, what did I do wrong?''
Mutual energy:
4 of wands reversed + the wheel of fortune + ace of wands
Even though they're disconnected right now, there's a change they will try a move on each other again soon. He might listen to some of her songs, she might see something about his matches, something related to creativity will bring some ''spark'' again.
Why Rmarni seems to act so obsessed with Jude still on social media?
the world + 6 of pentacles + knight of swords reversed
The world, 6 of pentacles... Literally sharing with the world, huh? But she's trying to get even on him. I see that most of times she doesn't thing through of what she's doing. She just goes for it. She's... Kinda angry at him still.
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That's it, folks! I hope you enjoyed the reading! Bye Bye <3
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dinodinodin0 · 3 years ago
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He brought you to me, pretty girl
Pairings: Eddie x innocent! reader
Warnings: fem!reader, Christianity, references and setting to church, daddy kink, oral sex (F!recieving) manipulation of innocent reader so obligated *dubcon*
Part one • part two
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The next day, you woke up to Eddie long gone, your window still up as the cold morning breeze hit your face. You yawn and stretch, jaw still slightly sore.
You hear your dad calling you down to the table, "y/n! Come eat breakfast pumpkin!"
You stretch and put on your bunny slippers, walking down the steps and into your kitchen.
"woah, what's up with the pajamas Y/N? It's 9:00 on the dot, you're usually up by now," you mother questioned, checking your forehead and clicking her tongue, as she found no evidence of a cold.
"oh, sorry momma, I had a long night." You said, sitting down at the table and intently watching your dad set down a plate of waffles. You pick up your fork before your mom slaps your wrist.
"ah, grace first year young lady! What has gotten into you this morning?" She said, gesturing to you as she made eye contact with your father.
You apologized and paced a quick, thank you for blessing this food, before scarfing down your breakfast.
You dad walked over to his seat and sat down, tucking a napkin into his collar.
"you alright pumpkin? You've just been a bit off today is all. You never forget grace," he says, placing his hand on yours.
"oh, I'm sorry daddy. I guess I just got to bed late. I had a boy over."
Your mother gasped but your dad kept his surprise down, asking you what you two had done while he was over.
"you didn't bring him into your room did you?" Prodded your mother.
Nuh uh, you shook your head. It was technically true, he had brought himself in. And anyway, Eddie told you not to tell your parents, like you wouldn't talk about a confession. What you did with Eddie was for his eyes and gods, and that alone.
"oh, just some prayer."
You parents sighed and smiled. They never suspected their beautiful, selfless and faithful child to be rebellious anyway.
After mealtime, your father went off to work and you told your mother you'd be helping out at the church.
At church, you did your usual morning rounds and said good morning to everyone volunteering, and the clergy's.
"hello father! How was your night at the church yesterday?" You asked, greeting him with a nod.
"oh you know y/n, the usual. Had some folks stay after communion, and had some come in for confession." He said, reviewing the schedule for the week.
"well I thought last mass was great father, wonderful as always," you smiled to him, continuing on your volunteering.
After a few hours of working, the older church workers had told you they had it handled, and to enjoy the rest of your day.
"alright, goodbye misses Jones! I hope you have more luck with your petunias. Have a good Monday father!" You call out, walking out of the main doors.
You look and startle, gasping as you see the unexpected sight of your boyfriend.
"what is with you and startling me Eddie?" You say, laughing and prancing over to him.
"why do you call the priest father?"
"oh- well it's just a sign of respect, he's our lea-" he cuts you off.
"no. Like, why not call him daddy or something," he laughs, gesturing for you to grab his hand.
You do, giggling at the thought.
"like I call my father? Oh, I get it! That's so silly."
He walks you over to his bands grarage spot,
"you should call me daddy."
You peer up at him, confused. You didn't like questioning him, but you had to admit you were perplexed.
"do you want me to call you daddy, Ed's?"
"well, I mean, it's a sign of respect isn't it? When you confess to your priest, you don't call him by his first name. And like I said, what we do is kinda like confession right?"
You nod, smiling up at him, "okay daddy!" You giggle.
He chuckled at you.
After watching him and his band mates practice, you clap supportively at them.
"you guys did so well! I love the drums, Gareth. Very... Drum-y!" You say, playing air drums briefly.
Everyone laughs at your compliment. Eddie puts his guitar back in it's case and sets it onto his back.
You realize just how strong he is. If you attempted to wear that around town, eventually you're sure it's weight would have you on your back. The guitar was huge comparitivly to you.
The feeling was back. You felt your skin warm up, cheeks flush. You felt your parts get hot, and you felt yourself grow deprived.
You get up, and tug on Eddie's jacket sleeve.
"yes doll face?"
The feelings back, you whisper anxiously.
"awh baby.. d'you wanna get outta here and pray with me then?" He questions caringly, rubbing the sides of your arm.
You nod, feeling him grab your hand and lead you to his van. He helps you up, lifting you by your waist, and getting in on the driver's side.
He calls to his band mates and tells them he'll talk to them tomorrow, then brings his arm to the back of your seat, backing out of their driveway.
He drives faster than you're used to, hand placed firmly on your thigh.
You feel yourself grow needier, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction.
Eddie notices, and brings his hand slyly to your center, rubbing you with his palm.
You mewl quietly, tugging your skirt over his hands as he continues to hold his hand to your warm parts. You grind up into his hand as he chuckles at how pathetic you were for him.
"we're here." He says, removing his hand as you whine at the sudden lack of contact.
"where's here?" You say, curiously.
"absolutely nowhere. I brought you somewhere nobody would see us. Private, remember? This is our secret." He tells you, watching you writhe in his seat, "hop in the back and lay down."
You do as he says, climbing over and laying down on his back seats.
"you're so pretty like this, sweet girl. So needy to worship." He cooes, prying open your legs, "and you're so wet for me, arnt you?"
You whine as he inspects you, sliding your panties off and biting his lip at the sight of your cunt.
"you're so beautiful sweetheart."
"thank you eddi-"
He grips your thighs tightly and looks up to you.
"what did you just call me?"
You swallow, eyebrows knitted in worry.
"thank you daddy."
"attagirl."
He shifts closer to your heat.
'if you pray to me well enough, I can help you with your feeling again. I want you to beg me."
You jump at the opportunity, full of neediness.
"p-please daddy, please help me again. I need you," you plead, voice desperate and waivering.
"I'm going to put my mouth on you, can you beg for that pretty girl?" He says, rubbing your slit with his thumb.
You gasp, "goodness.. please put your mouth on me daddy, I need you down there, please "
He smirks up at you, and slowly licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit, chuckling at your attempts to stifle your sounds.
You slap your hand over your mouth as he continues to lick you, circling your clit.
"t-hank you daddy, " you cry, incredibly sensitive. You've never done this kind of thing, and every sensation was new to you. It felt amazing, you knew god was rewarding you for your efforts, and you were so greatful for Eddie, your daddy.
He sucks on your clit and groans, letting you feel the vibrations from his voice.
"I'm gonna add two fingers, alright doll?"
You barely get to react as you abruptly feel a stretching sensation, having you whimper in pain.
"daddy, daddy it hurts, I-is it supposed to?" You whine, as he gently pumps his fingers into you.
He hisses at how tight you are around him, "of course sweetheart, how else could you prove yourself to me? God makes things challenging for a reason, doesn't he?"
You nod and bear it, painful whimpers evolving into pleasurable moans.
"daddy, gosh, daddy i-i have to.. can't hold it," you cry.
"hold what baby?" He presses down on your abdomen, watching you pant.
"i-i don't know.. I feel something building down there again-" your legs attempt to close, but he prys them open.
"you gonna cum sweet girl?" You nod.
"My poor baby. C'mon, you can cum baby," he taunts you as you feel a wave if pleasure wash over you. You gush on his fingers and tongue, breathing heavily.
He cooes at you, "look at that, You're such a good girl for me. Cumming on my fingers like you did just now,"
You watch as he cleans you, then sucking yourself off of his fingers.
Your eyes feel heavy again, your body exhausted from being pushed to such limits. You grab for him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he places a kiss onto your forehead.
He lays down with you, cuddling you and rubbing your waist.
"my good girl."
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unnie-lili · 4 years ago
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Hi! Im not sure of ur rules when it comes to writing a fanfic so if this makes u uncomfy its absolutely fine if u dont wanna write it! Can I request an skz office smut with seungmin?? (female reader) like he does some dumb shit or like ticks u off so u decide to ride him after work hours on the office desk but suddenly stops and doesn’t let him cum, but after making him beg and whimper for u, u eventually give in and continue riding and BOOM creampie(why do I talk funny describing a smut LMFAO) do it if u want tho ofc!(also ive been asking a lot of ppl now and i forgot who i asked and who i didnt so if u got this before ignore LOL)
hello anon! thank you for your request 💙 I hope you like it! it's my first smut so I'm sorry if it's not that good!
pairing : bratty!seungmin x fem!reader
genre : office!AU, smut (minors DNI)
word count : 2.8k
warnings : dom/sub dynamics, bondage, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)
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Being promoted as the new Head of Marketing at your office had its perks : a hefty salary, flexible schedules, more liberty in your decision making, and you didn't have to endure the non-stop commanding of your old manager. The only inconvenience, really, that you could think of was that your office had been moved to the marketing floor, where you now had to work with Kim Seungmin.
At first, everything was going well. You had established a trustful and respectful relationship with all your coworkers, and you were able to put into motion a new marketing campaign in the span of two weeks. That was until the Marketing Specialist had come back from his work trip to New York. The first time you two crossed path, you flashed you a soft smile, and you remembered thinking this was probably the hottest man you had ever met. Turns out, he was. And he was the most annoying and enraging man you had ever met, too.
You had held a meeting with him and the other managers to keep him up to date with his duties, whilst he would share the market research he had done.
“I don't think the new campaign is great,” Seungmin had told you bluntly. “In fact, I don't even think it's good. It sucks.”
The other managers stared at him in stupor.
“Everyone in the department believe this campaign to be the next big thing,” you could only force a tight smile on your lips. “We already have the Advertising team working on it, and it has been approved by Chief Marketing Officer.”
“She must've fallen on her head to approve this,” Seungmin retorted, not even bothering looking at you. “I'll go talk to her, I'm responsible for marketing campaign after all.”
His boldness ticked a nerve in you, and you couldn't stop yourself from being more and more annoyed by his attitude. Who was he to try and go back on your decisions?
“I am the one in charge here,” you spat back, a bit too vehemently for your own liking. “You will do no such thing.”
Seungmin offered you a cocky smile in return, which only fueled your growing anger. The meeting had ended with a palpable tension in the air.
You thought that maybe it would've gotten better as the weeks went by, but Seungmin kept opposing every one of your choices with blunt, bordering-on-disrespectful remarks. Every time the Marketing Specialist opened his mouth, an everlasting smug grin on his face, you had to hold yourself back from losing your cool and start yelling at him. It felt like he knew exactly how to strike a nerve, no matter what situation you were in. Your first campaign had done numbers, your hard work having even been praised by the company's executives. You couldn't understand why Seungmin was still headstrong about making your life a living Hell.
You reached your limit during the department meeting for the Holiday season campaign. Seungmin had presented multiple campaign options, only for each of them being worse than the last.
“This isn't up to your own standard, Kim Seungmin,” you had commented. “This isn't good. Did you forget we had this meeting or do you simply not care about the success of our company?”
The Product Manager let out a small gasp, whilst Seungmin tilted his head, seemingly not understanding what you were saying.
“I don't get it,” Seungmin spoke, feigning innocence. “Your ideas for campaigns are always mediocre at best, I thought this was what you wanted.”
You stared at him, fuming, as the rest of the team froze in shock.
“You,” you had to clench your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “Meet me in my office at 6. This type of behavior will not be tolerated in this building.”
Your response seemed to take him aback, his eyes wide as he nodded his head in your direction. He sat back on his chair and stayed quiet for the rest of the meeting, giving you a break for once.
Sitting back in your office, you let out a sigh. Your team had done incredibly well, and you were all able to finish before the end of office hours. You looked at the city life through the window, the already dark sky appeasing you in some way.
Soon enough, a light knock was heard at your door, and you didn't even bother saying anything. Seungmin peaked his head inside your office, meeting your already annoyed glance.
“Kim Seungmin,” you pointed the chair facing your desk. “Sit down.”
The man did as he was told, watching you as you got a few documents out of your desk drawer.
“I don't think it's a surprise to any of us if I tell you your behavior had been less than ideal for the past few months,” you spoke matter-of-factly. “I have discussed with HR, and there is no way we can tolerate your misbehavior anymore.”
Seungmin visibly gulped, nodding his head silently.
“So,” you took a document titled Disciplinary Report from the pile and laid it out in front of you. “Since there have been no previous recorded incidents revolving around you, I can't fire you. I would, trust me, but it's against company policy.”
You grabbed your pen and filed up Seungmin's employee information on the document.
“Instead, I'll be filling a disciplinary report with you and arrange a meeting with HR to address your behavioral issues.”
You glared up at the Marketing Specialist, who seemed livid. His silence was bothering you almost as much as his usual arrogant remarks.
“I'll be writing you up for,” you read the document, squinting your eyes. “General misconduct around corporate employees, insolence, and insubordination towards an higher-up. Does that sound correct to you?”
“So this will be kept in my employee file forever?” Seungmin asked, clearly worried about his future in the company.
“I asked you a question,” you retorted.
“Yes.”
You noted it down the document.
“Yes, it'll be in your file in our system,” you answered. “Got a problem with that?”
“Listen, I'm sorry, Y/N,” Seungmin blurted out, panicking. “I mean, Miss L/N. I never thought it would go this far.”
“Care to explain what you mean by that?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“It's just,” Seungmin's scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I never thought it would get to this. I never meant to personally hurt or attack you.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“You never thought that insulting everything I do or say would affect me?” you asked.
“Now that you say it like that,” Seungmin avoided your gaze. “I get it. But... I never meant it.”
“Oh, really?” you scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest in defiance. “Then, why did you say all these things to me if it wasn't to attack my work?”
“I,” Seungmin's cheeks turned red. “I couldn't help it. You look so hot when you're mad.”
You stared at him in complete shock.
“Excuse me?” you blurted out, feeling heat creep up your whole body.
“I-I'm sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin hid his face in his hand, embarrassed. “Every time you got mad at me, I just wanted you to lose it. To punish me and make me regret being so rude to you.”
You couldn't say anything, your mouth dry as you felt your own wetness against your thighs.
“Since I'm already losing my job,” Seungmin sighed, staring right back at you with dark eyes. “I wanted you to use me to get out your frustration, fuck the brat out of me until I only know your name.”
Your own heartbeat was out of control. You stood up, hoping Seungmin couldn't see how your legs were trembling from excitement. You headed to your office door, clearing your throat.
“I'm so sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin stood from his chair. “I-I'll leave. I'll resign tomorrow. I-”
He stopped talking when you locked the door, turning around to face him. You slowly walked to him, heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor.
“You have been bad, Seungmin,” you spoke softly, watching as he fumbled to sit back on the chair, this time facing you. “I think you need to be punished.”
Seungmin gulped, looking up at you with wide, lustful eyes. You grabbed his tie, pulling him into a messy, passionate kiss. You ran your other hand through his hair, pulling slightly at the strands. He moaned against your mouth, his hands shooting up to your waist.
“No touching,” you pulled away from him, Seungmin immediately resting his hands on his thighs.
You took your time to observe the man in front of you, his lips messy with your own lipstick, and eyes begging for you to do more. If you had known this was all he wanted from you, you could've resolved your feud a lot earlier.
You kissed him again, pushing your tongue in his mouth as you palmed his already hard cock through his pants. Seungmin bucked his hips against your hand, loving the friction but desperately wanting more. Without breaking the kiss, you straddled his lap, grinding lightly on his bulge. His hands flew to your ass, groping the tender flesh and pulling you against his hips.
“Hm,” you broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow. “What did I say?”
Seungmin put his hands on the arm rest, eyes wide.
“N-no touching,” he stuttered out, breathing heavily.
“That's right,” you smiled, undoing his tie. “I guess you give me no other choice.”
Grabbing the silky fabric, you stood up. Seungmin reached his hands around the back of the chair without you having to ask, letting you tie his wrists together. Satisfied with your bondage, you lightly scratched his exposed forearms with your nails, earning a soft groan from the man. You went and straddled him again, playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Not too tight?” you asked, leaning closer to him.
Seungmin shook his head, shivering when you started nipping at the soft skin of his neck. You unbuttoned your own dress shirt before doing the same with his, letting your hands roam on his toned body. You let him leave sloppy kisses on your collarbone, trailing your hands down his body. You unbuckled his belt, sliding one hand inside his pants to palm him through his boxers.
“Please,” he mumbled against your skin, moaning when your free hand pinched one of his nipples.
“Please what?” you asked, leaning back to look him in the eyes.
He started grinding his hips against you hand, glazing at you with pleading eyes.
“Use your words,” you warned him.
“P-please fuck me, Miss L/N,” he whimpered, tugging at his wrists. “You look so fucking good, please, I want you so fucking bad.”
You unzipped his pants, getting off the chair to pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprung free, the red tip leaking precum on his toned stomach. It was a sight to hold onto, feeling your own arousal pool into your panties. Not bothering taking off your dress skirt, you sat on his lap, taking his cock in your hand, and teasing your clothed entrance with it.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, feeling your thighs shake when his tip rubbed your clit, the fabric of your panties only adding to the pleasure.
Unable to wait any longer, you pulled your panties aside, sitting down on Seungmin's cock. You took him completely, your hips flushed against his. Your head spun as he filled you up, your walls snug around his throbbing cock.
“Y-you feel so good, M-Miss L/N,” Seungmin already looked fucked out, eyes unfocused as he looked up at you. “S-so warm, so f-fucking wet.”
You moaned in response, lifting your hips to slam them back down roughly. Seungmin whimpered at you set a fast pace, wrapping one hand around his neck.
“Such a bad boy,” you groaned, tightening slightly your grip on his throat. “This is what you wanted, uh? Acting like a fucking brat every fucking day, because you wanted me to fuck you?”
Seungmin nodded his head, eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. You rolled your hips a certain way, moaning loudly when his cock hit the spot that make you see stars. Seungmin grunted against your neck, helping you chase your high and thrusting his hips up to hit your sweet spot over and over again.
“Such a fucking brat,” you moved the hand that was on his neck to his mouth, shoving two fingers in it. “Wish I had known this was the only way to make you shut your mouth up.”
He moaned around your fingers, eyes rolling back. His thrusts became sloppier, his mouth crying your name as you let your fingers fall onto his chest. You noticed he was nearing his climax, and you stopped all movement, removing yourself from him entirely.
Seungmin bucked his hips up into nothing, looking at you with teary eyes as his cock throbbed against his stomach, painfully red.
“M-Miss L/N,” he whimpered.
“Brats don't deserve to cum,” you stated, not mentioning how you ruined your own high while doing so.
You sat on the desk beside him, a mixture of both your arousal leaking down your leg.
“I'm sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin pleaded. “P-please, I'll be good, please make me cum.”
You bit your bottom lip.
“You know what good boys do?” you asked, leaning over him and pulling his head back by his hair.
“W-what?”
“They beg,” you whispered in his ear, letting go of his hair.
Seungmin groaned.
“Please, Miss L/N,” he stuttered. “I want you. I n-need you. Please, fuck me.”
You sat back on his lap, not doing anything more. He tried kissing your lips, only for you to lean away from his reach.
“I said, beg.”
“Fuck, Miss L/N,” you knew he was growing impatient, his cock rubbing against your slit every time you moved. “Please, fuck me. I need your tight pussy around me. I'll be a good boy, fuck, please Y/N I need your cunt so fucking bad. Please make me cum, I beg you. It hurts.”
Satisfied, you reached behind the chair to untie his hands.
“Good boy,” you slurred, kissing him messily before slamming his cock deep inside you.
Seungmin grabbed the armrests of the chair tightly, thrusting back into your sloppy cunt, the sound of skin against skin echoing in your office. You felt heat pool into your lower stomach, getting closer to your climax as Seungmin bit your collarbone, sucking on the soft skin afterwards.
“Seungmin,” you panted, feeling your head get lighter and lighter. “I'm so close.... Touch me.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Me too.”
He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you back into his deep thrusts and angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every pump. His other arm slid between your two sweaty bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your orgasm came without a warning, waves of pleasure crashing down on you as you screamed out Seungmin's name, your body trembling uncontrollably against his.
“I'm-” Seungmin cried out, white spurts of cum shooting deep inside you as your walls milked him dry.
You both rode out your high, Seungmin holding onto you tightly. Closing your eyes, you tried catching up your breath, leaning your head against his shoulder. Seungmin was softly caressing your skin under your shirt, leaving gently kisses on your shoulder.
After a moment, you seemed to gain back your conscience, realizing what you just had done. You leaned back to look into Seungmin's eyes.
“This... shouldn't have happened,” you stated, getting out of his embrace to stand against your desk.
“It's okay,” Seungmin smiled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“No, it's not,” you replied. “I'm your boss. This shouldn't have happened. I'm going to be in so much shit-”
“No you're not,” Seungmin grabbed your hand.
You glared at him.
“And why's that?” you retorted.
“Because, since 5pm today, I don't work here anymore,” Seungmin shot you a cocky smile, the one you hated so much. “I'm leaving to go work at the New York branch tomorrow.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone tell me?” you blurted out. “Why did you come to my office if you knew you weren't even an employee anymore?”
“Well,” Seungmin shrugged, putting his boxers and pants back on. “I wanted to tell you during our little meeting. And say goodbye. Surprisingly, I didn't expect this to end up like it did.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on your chest. Seungmin stood up, lifting up your chin with his index and kissing you lips softly.
“I didn't have a chance to say goodbye, though,” he smirked. “Wanna come back to my place and do that?”
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This is my first ever smut T_T I hope you liked it! you can always send me requests via asks. Please like and comment if you liked it, it really helps!
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ashisstrange · 4 years ago
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Its late in the night, far too late for your liking. The moon is glistening in the sky with it's stars, providing a small sheen of light in your dark room, passing through the curtains. It's not unusual for Tartaglia to get home late considering his occupation, but you never got used to the worry pooling in ur gut each hour that passes without him by your side.
What if he's gotten incredibly hurt and you're not there to help? What if one day he doesn't return home? Nontheless you always prepare extra dinner and make the bed, even on nights he doesn't return. You never had the idea of coming home to loving arms and warm dinner as a kid, so it felt as if it's your duty to make sure Tartaglia never suffers that feeling.
The feeling of a stab in the chest as you enter the dark house, eerily silent. You'd always pad your way to the kitchen silently and snag a sandwich before going to bed in your room. Your living situation had never been inherently bad, but the people you lived with, the people any other person would've called their parents, seemed to make everything unbearable.
That is why when you turned 18 you moved out to Liyue harbor, and your close friend Zhongli was there every step of the way. You had run into him once during a trip at the age of 16, and you had kept contact through letters ever since.
The man, at the time, told you he was 23, but he never really seemed to age. You brushed it off, probably overthinking it. That is the same person that introduced you to Childe, it was quite a sudden occurence, but you'll be forever grateful.
You needed a place to stay and your friend told you that his friend wouldnt mind a roommate, and that he was rarely found home anyways. You took up the offer, not knowing that your roommate would be one of the fatui harbingers.
You were off to a rocky start, the man refusing to talk to you the very few times he was at the appartment. Later though, he seemed to warm up to you, ever so slowly.
You don't remember how your relationship ever came to be, it's not like you've ever explicitly put a label to it. There was just a moment where you felt as if everything changed. What you had wasn't just merely a romantic relationship, it was more than that. To provide each other comfort and love like no one else had ever done before. Unconditional love that didnt seem to falter, even during the moments where you parted ways.
You smile to yourself, remeniscing the days you barely talked, and the days you spent helping him when he was wounded. There was one particular night he just crashed into your bed in the middle of the night, even though he usually only used the couch.
He had clung to you as if you were his only lifeline, sleeping soundlessly as you laid in shock. The shock died down after a few seconds though, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Not long after you fell asleep too, and since that night Tartaglia had never slept on the couch ever again.
You check th clock. 4:37 Am, way too late to be up, but it's not like you'd sleep regardless. You'd probably get an ear full from Zhongli during your scheduled lunch the next day, but that, folks, is something for future you to deal with.
Suddenly you heard the turning of keys in a lock, and a door opening and slamming shut. That can only be one person. Then you heard a crash coming from the living room, making you shoot up. You slipped on your slippers as you quickly shuffled your way across the room and out into the living room.
You flicked on the light and were met by Tartaglia, slumped against the back of the couch. His bow was discarded to the side and he was breathing heavily. Sluggishly, his eyes opened to meet yours, his gaze seemed distant, almost empty.
You snapped out of your trance, rushing to pull his arm over your shoulder. You managed to drag him across the living room, over to the bathroom, settling him down on the closed lid of the toilet. You held up your hands, as if to say 'wait here'. You didn't dare break the silence that hung over you, scared that you'd set him off or something.
He didn't seem to protest, so you left to go get the med kit from the kitchen, and a clean rag to clean off the blood splattered across his skin. Was it his? That was a question that, regardless if you could guess the answer, would be left unanswered. As always.
He met your eyes when you returned, seeking for some contact. He knew how much you hated blood. The stickyness, the sickening smell and the thought of what must have happened that involved getting covered in blood. You always helped him regardless, and he thanked you dearly for that. After a long day he simply could not do it himself.
It makes him feel helpless, but you're always right by his side to make him feel better. You wet the rag, cleaning off his calloused hands. His face too had some traces of blood, but those were easily wiped away as well.
After some emergency stitches and a bandage around his bicep you motioned for him to stand up, letting him know that the treatment was done. He was still quite weak, but not as much as before.
"Thanks," he croaked, the first words you shared in 2 days. His voice sounded devoid of any confidence. He seemed very fragile, but you didn't comment it.
"No worries," You send him a reassuring smile, helping him get up and over to the bedroom. You see him visibly relax once he's in bed, snuggling into the sheets. He immediately rolls over towards you when he feels the matress dip, wrapping his arms around your waist.
His face is buried in between your shoulder blades, and it's nearly impossible for you to turn over and look at him. He only does that when he's in a bad mood, and you stop putting in effort to try and face him.
"Bad day?" He hums, the vibrations thrumming against your back. He seems tense, but you're careful not to trigger him too much. The last thing you want is to stress him out even more, knowing he has a lot on his plate already.
After a while, when you've started nodding away assuming he fell asleep you suddenly feel movement behind you. You open your eyes as you hear a small sniffle. It's almost as if you could hear your hart shatter from beneath your ribs. He probably thought you were asleep too.
His arms had relaxed, allowing you to turn around easily. His ocean blue eyes met yours, big with surprise, even though they seemed almost grey-ish in the faint moonlight. All you could do is smile at him as you opened his arms, for him to rely on you.
And that's exactly what he did. qHe fell into your chest, sniffling and crying freely as you drew patterns on his back, your other hand running through his hair. You could almost feel his clogged nose by the way he was having trouble breathing. After a bit his sobbing eased down to mere sniffles as you handed him a handkerchief to blow out his nose.
He used to have a lot of trouble with that, relying on people. Upon meeting him he imediately sparked you as the type of person that didnt bother anyone with his personal feelings, bottling them up for only him to experience. You could see how it physically and mentally ate away at him
That's why one day you faced him, and opened your arms. He had quirked up a brow, confused at what you were insinuating. "Rely on me." You said, and he chuckled, assuming it was a joke.
When you didn't move he realised you weren't kidding. Eventually you wrapped your arms around him, the man tense in your grip. "You don't seem to want to bug anyone else with your problems, so you can rely on me instead,"
You had no idea ho much those words had meant to him, they stuck by him like gum under a shoe. It felt good, he admitted, to have someone to rely on.
"I'm so sorry," He croaks, and he sounds nearly as small as he did in the bathroom half an hour ago, his eyes red with tears. Seeing him like that made your chest clench in pain, knowing the pain the world has caused him.
"There's nothing for you to apologise for," he seems to be taken aback by your comment, maybe even... offended?
"N-no way, i'm clearly a burden to you and a waste of yo-" you shut him up by pressing a kiss to his lips, making his eyes widen.
"You have nothing to apologize for because i am here for you, willingly. I promised to help you with whatever you're going through didn't i," He nods in defeat, leaning back into you. The way he cuddles up to you almost seems domestic, forgetting the fact that he kills people for a living.
"You need to take a break sweetie, otherwise you'll just keep eating yourself up," You stroke a lock of hair out of his face that nearly seemed glued by the stickyness of his tears. He furrows his brows, creating deep creases in between them.
"You know i can't, there's way too much for me to do," He looks up at you, as if he's offended you brought it up in the first place. You press your thumb in between his brows, easing up the crease and stopping him from furrowing.
"We both know it isn't a crime to take a week off, considering you've never used your days off," He tries to butt in, but you shush him before he can start. "And before you start about 'your duties', there's enough harbingers at the fatui, it's not like they can't send Scaramouche to deal with your business for a bit,"
He frowns again, but you resume in stroking his hair. "Besides, if they don't allow you to take off, which i highly doubt, they'll have me to deal with," You smirk. His eyes crinkle up as he musters a small smile. You're not the most intimidating person on the planet, but it's the sentiment that matters.
"What would i even do in that week though," he huffs, fiddling with the back of your shirt as he seems deep in thought.
"Well i had just the idea," you chuckle as he looks at you in disbelief. His eyes are still a bleary red, but you can tell he's a lot less tense than earlier. "And that is..." He continues, his tone ever so curious.
"Say, how long has it been since you've been back home," he visibly tenses up, not meeting your eyes. You know its a sensetive topic, but it'd really do him good to go back home to see his family.
"I dont know, nearly two years," his voice is merely above a whisper, bless the fact that the room is so silent you'd be able to hear a pin drop. You adjust your position so that he's laying against you more comfortably, going back to stroking through his hair.
"Well i thought we could book it to shnezhynaiya for a week or two, spend some time with your family," He lays still against you, as if he'd break if he moved. "After all, they've only heard about me through letters," you chuckle.
You hold him a little tighter, leaning into the warmth. "Wouldn't you like that?" You say in his ear, just above a whisper. That seems to break him, the realisation dawning on him that he'd get to see his family again.  Tears run down his face once again, only this time they're not caused by distress. He nods as he buries his face back into your shoulder.
You stroke his back as you continue talking about your trip, soothing him. Later, when he's stopped crying, he talks along. He tells you about his parents, about how his mother used to be there for him through everything. About how he used to go ice fishing with his father in the winters, and proudly mention he caught a very big fish once.
He also tells you about his siblings, about how he cares for every single one of them very dearly. He also tells you about the spots he wants to visit with you he used to hang out at.
He tells you all about it, and for the first time in a while you see him smile. Really, genuinely smile. The kind of smile where his eyes crinkle up and he bares his teeth. It's an incredibly endearing sight, and u make a mental note to never forget it.
Suddenly he yawns. "You must be exhausted," you chuckle as you both adjust your positions, ready to fall asleep. He only hums as he keeps his eyes shut, pulling up his blanket. His breathing evens out as he falls asleep.
You smile as you look at his resting face, snuggling closer to him as you think; god, how did i get this lucky
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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years ago
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Ballad of Bounty Hunters & Outlaws
Wild West LOZ AU
I’m slowing down one of my AUs and apparently moving onto another one already. Will I make a bunch of disjointed oneshots and inevitably put them on ao3? Yeah, probably.
I stole this AU from @kajuelle :)
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There was a moment where Zelda had thought of herself as smart.
A bright mind that was intelligent enough to memorize his routine from hearing alone. Within a week, she had fine-tuned the man’s schedule down to the minute. She supposed it was odd that he waited a half hour before dawn to relieve himself, even stranger that it sometimes came down to the minute until she heard the sound of scraping boots against wood as he brought himself to a stand outside her inn room’s door. A slight grunt when he stretched and then clicking spurs down the hall.
But she wasn’t about to complain. That morning was the perfect opportunity.
The outhouse was the opposite direction from the stables and her execution was flawless.
Now that confidence was a well running dry very quickly. Zelda’s fervent kicks to her horse’s ribs did little to recover the distance her pursuers were stealing. Panic led her to do things that blue-eyed hick will kill her over; among those reasons was the clear indecision in her steering, causing her fright to bleed over to the horse. That only led to Zelda frantically glancing over her shoulder to see a barrel pointing right at her.
She opened her mouth to scream but it stuck in her throat as her body went airborne.
The ground met her quickly and she rolled several times before coming to a stop. Coming to her knees was an athletic feat, the Earth refused to stay still and by the time she achieved it a short nudge of a boot toppled her back to the dirt.
“Well, ain’t that a cryin’ shame,” a monotone voice talked down to her. She knew who it was from the saloon the night before. Link had directed her away rather quickly under the pretense that they hadn’t been seen, but evidently he was wrong. The eye-patched man didn’t look remotely as forlorn as his words were. “Was sorta hopin’ you’d give us a better chase there, missy.”
That woman with him was suddenly flanking her with a constantly swiveling head as if she has a crick in her neck.
“Come on, Lead. Let’s just-let’s just get it over with real quick like.”
Then Zelda realized she was loading her sawed-off shotgun when it clicked loudly into place.
“He wants her kickin’. That’s the whole reason I came with you because I knew you’d conveniently forget.”
“You shoulda sent Scout, then!” the woman glowered, raising and dropping her hands with an irate speed.
Lead shot her a glare. “Scout woulda fucked it up someway somehow,” he motioned towards Zelda with an empty hand, already walking away to gather the horses. “’sides he should be at the station right now. Load ‘er up and let’s get out of here before we lose daylight.”
Zelda tried kicking the bandit’s hands off her, but her grip on her ankle was like steel.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
“Oh my, little miss princess has got a mouth on her,” she drawled with a lazy grin until it steeply dropped, “She better shut that shit real quick before I lose my patience.”
Zelda shouted obscenities at the woman when her foot alone flipped her over and pressed sharply down on her spine as she untangled some rope. The binds dug brutally into the thin skin of Zelda’s wrists no matter how she thrashed.
Regret bit heavily, especially when the reality of her fall was found in dull aches that were only worsening as the adrenaline ebbed away. Neither of the bounty hunteres were answering her screaming questions until eventually a bandana was forcefully stuffed into her mouth.
She fucked up. Royally.
The woman cackled with something wedged between her teeth.
“Your daddy’s bout to be a sorry sonovabitch.”
The man named Lead busied himself with a lighter, attempts digging himself further into frustration before the clean cut of gunfire sent his hat to his feet. It fluttered to the ground, just at Zelda’s eyelevel.
“Shit,” he hissed, ducking to the dilapidated fence that had stopped Zelda’s horse minutes earlier. “Shit, shit, shit – Turette get down!”
Turette paused mid-tie to pop her head above the horse’s flank. Another shot rang out, promptly spooking it. Once the animal had dashed off, Turette man-handled Zelda into a stand only to push her behind the barrier Lead was at. Green eyes widened as the world turned side-ways once more with the slight glimpse of a galloping horse closing in on them.
Her captors were already positioned with their backs to the rotting wood. The wild look in Turette’s eyes was a stark contrast to Lead’s darkened expression – she seemed almost excited while he bit down on his back molars and twisted around to steady his rifle’s sight. The man barely reeled back from the recoil, flinching quickly when the reaction was splintering wood just above Zelda’s head.
Suddenly, Lead shouted, “Did you tip him off?!”
Turette balked, “Why’re you asking me that? Ask her!”
Both pairs of eyes met Zelda with a ferocity. There was nothing she could say because it was impossible that whoever was on the other end of the gunfight was an ally of hers. Zelda had very few and the ones she trusted had no knowledge of her whereabouts. Perhaps if she hadn’t gone out of her way to abandon the man her father hired to protect her, she wouldn’t be in this position. But he was miles from here and with Zelda’s careful escape there was nothing to go off in finding her.
Zelda aggressively shrugged her shoulders and tried her best to mirror their anger. She didn’t owe them a damn thing.
The distant sounds of a horse weren’t so far off now. Its galloping had slowed to an abrupt stop. Lead and Turette shared a glance as the rider dismounted, noisily making a show of patting his panting horse.
“I knew you two were a cowardly lot, but couldn’t we have done this a little closer to town?”
The lazy arrogance made Zelda jolt. Turette locked eyes with her quickly and the click of a decision was made. If not for the gag, she would have gasped at how roughly the woman brought her to a stand. The cold double barrel of a shotgun pressed painfully underneath Zelda’s chin, forcing her head to tilt back.
Another gun was trained on them only a few feet away, except now Link let his aim droop. A red bandana was tied just above his nose to keep the dust at bay. The eyes just under the brim of his hat narrowed.
“I wouldn’t be so liberal with that gun there if I were you, sharp-shooter,” Turette spat, increasing her grip on Zelda for emphasis. “Unless the missus doesn’t need ‘er neck.”
Slowly, he let the revolver fall to his side and a quick yank to the bandana revealed an easy smile.
“Let’s not be too hasty, now,” he spoke gently. “We’re sensible folk. Seems to me that you’ve got something I want and I’ve got something you want.”
With his rifle at his side, Lead positioned himself beside them.
“Mister Lincoln, you know the only thing I want is your body in a bag.”
Link nodded as if that were gospel truth.
“Yeah, well, ya have to understand why I can’t make follow through with that. I was thinkin’ along the lines of what you don’t want,” he gestured at Zelda, “That’s Bosphoramus’s girl. His only little girl. I highly doubt that your attempts at getting to me is worth that old man’s anger.”
Turette cackled and in a sing song voice cut in, “Oh, Link! You really don’t think we know that? It don’t matter who her daddy is, what matters is the pretty penny on her head.”
A piercing glare from Lead cut her laughter short. Link traded his sights on them, the smile wiped completely.
“Who’s got a contract out for her?”
Neither of them resigned to answer, at least not immediately.
He repeated himself more pointedly, “Lead, who called in a contract for Zelda Bosphoramus?”
“It’s a private contract and I don’t think you’re in the position to be making demands like that, outlaw.”
Lead gripped Zelda’s forearm and ripped her away from Turette.
“Make a move and she gets it,” he demanded, already pushing Zelda towards the remaining horse. She yelped against the gag, almost tripping on air. Lead motioned to Turette. “Disarm him and take his horse. The train leaves in less than an hour.”
Zelda resisted but he was stronger than Turette, basically lifting her from the ground. She let out a muffled scream and desperately writhed against his grip on her. Over his shoulder, she watched as Turette reached for his pistol only for Link to twist the weapon around and thwack it across her crown.
She let out a strangled noise, hands scrambling to console the pain bursting from her bleeding head. Link pushed her aside.
Lead hadn’t turned around by the time Link pressed the gun to his temple. The movements were so swift that she hadn’t seen his forearm wrap around the bounty hunter’s neck to drag him down to Link’s height.
“Come on, you know what to do,” Link murmured.
Anger boiled red in Lead’s face, but he did as was told and dropped his arms. Zelda’s feet met the ground, off kilter and stumbling. Turette was still crying out behind them with her shotgun buried in the dirt.
“Now,” Link sneered, spinning Lead around to talk to both bounty hunters. “I’m gonna give y’all the opportunity to get the fuck out of here on two conditions: take that ‘private contact’ off the board and tell whoever put it up that he answers to me.”
The rifle skidded across the dirt. Turette was manically nodding and stumbled to Lead’s horse with bloody hands. The other simply glowered when Link pushed him away, persuaded only by the barrel trained on him.
“You’re scum.”
“Goes both ways, Guardian.”
They left without much fanfare. Link kept his eyes on them until the distance was to his satisfaction. Zelda had taken a seat staring at the ground, hands to bound tightly when he turned to her. She’d seen him angry before, but nothing was schooled in his expression now. He breathed in loudly and took his hat from his head to rake a hand through his hair.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Every word was emphasized as if it were a question that had been on his mind for hours.
Zelda winced as he cut the rope and unthreaded it from her wrists.
“You’re damn lucky I busted that door down,” he exasperated with a shaking head. “You better thank your lucky stars and Hylia Herself that I even thought to check in on you! I knew it was strange that you were so tired all week. I knew something was up, but I still gave you the benefit of the doubt. You might hate me plenty but those people don’t give a damn about your well-being. Why, I’m surprised you aren’t in a ditch by now.”
He rounded her and crouched to remove to gag, but Zelda had beaten him. She couldn’t pinpoint when her eyes betrayed her. Her vision went watery, but it was too late to hide it. Link had stilled, his mouth open to berate her further yet nothing came out.
“I’m sorry!” she shouted, her voice fragmented. Her brow knitted, both from his provocation and the shock of almost dying. A gun had been to her neck. Zelda had seen the insanity in that woman’s eyes, the excitement to see violence from a loaded gun. She had felt that.
She repeated the apology and curled up into herself. Link was obviously hesitant to do anything. Neither of them could recall a moment where she apologized to him for anything. There was no amount of guilt that could have made her regret her attempts to drive him away. Zelda’s cruelty had simply been a means to an end until now.
Despite her ugly sniffling, he didn’t walk away. Link sat beside her, occasionally placing his hand on her back or brushing strands of escaped hair from her face. Even after she collected what was left of herself, he said very little and deigned only to guide her onto Epona’s saddle. The rest of the ride consisted of collecting her spooked mount and traveling back to the inn.
Much of their silence consisted of an amalgamation of thoughts about how Zelda Bosphoramus might actually need that blue-eyed hick.
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vancilocs · 4 years ago
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Half and half with gilly and mallory aand lyssa and izkiel?
sorry i made pancakes
1. Who wakes up first?
If they don't wake up to the same alarm, I think Mallory by just a little bit
2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?
Neither really? They can return for a bit of a cuddle after a morning jog and coffee or something though
3. Who takes longer getting ready?
Probably Mallory, redrawing her eyeliner for the 17th time
4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?
Snuggle, read, chat a little
5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?
If Gilly has had a long day at work
6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?
Mallory is typically out cold within five minutes of putting her head into the pillow, free game for Gilly
7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?
Probably Mallory
8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?
While Gilly is more the mediator who's used to making sure younger siblings don't cause chaos, Mallory is that younger sibling causing chaos so she can get very into it
9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?
Mallory wants to be chivalrous but in her haste doesn't check the label
10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?
Neither, das rude
11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?
Maybe Gilly
12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?
Mallory, Gilly wouldn't risk doing it to someone who knows like 5 types of self-defense
13. Who points out a dog when they see one?
Both
14. Who’s prone to road rage?
Neither, though Mallory can cuss a bit
15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?
Gilly gets colder much easier than Mallory does
16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?
Gilly, woman you are half Irish you will die
17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?
Both can
18. Who gets the window seat?
Whoever wants it this time
19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?
Neither on purpose, but if the hands need to be warmed the other is ready
20. What do they argue about the most?
If they argue about anything, I guess it's work related. More than arguing with each other it's Mallory getting heated about smth and complaining to Gilly
21. Who’s clumsier?
Both are pretty stable on their feet
22. Who texts more often?
Mallory has lots of things to say
23. Who is better with kids?
Both are good, Mallory is more fun big sister kind while Gilly is the stricter big sister type
24. Who’s the better cook?
Mallory can make healthy and balanced meals, Gilly is good with spices, they're equally as good
25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?
If Mallory is in a big hurry, she might
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26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?
Izkiel if Lyssa doesn't notice in time
27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?
Izkiel's schedules are all over the place, he will throw a pizza bagel in there at any hour
28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?
Also Izkiel
29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?
Both can, usually Lyssa lets Izkiel do it if he likes
30. Who likes doing the dishes?
Neither really.
31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?
Lyssa sticks to her diet for her health, if Izkiel has a sweet tooth then him
32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
Both know what the other likes and what's good for them
33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?
Lyssa eats it sometimes, plain vanilla is best.
34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?
If they have time, sounds fun. Go out for dinner, go to a club for a moment, have some drinks but make sure to get home before Lyssa's energy runs out
35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?
Deodorant/perfume, hand sanitizer mainly
36. Which one is the secret snuggler?
They're not secret about it, and nobody can blame Izkiel for liking snuggling Lyssa
37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?
Lyssa, her evarian side endures cold much better so she can hand her jacket over if Izkiel complains
38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?
If anyone then Izkiel because Lyssa keeps both her hands on the wheel at all times
39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)
Lyssa might, just small little ones like "have fun at work!" or "I love you!" with little smiley faces and kittens and hearts doodled.
40. Who is the most affectionate?
They're both sweet for each other, Lyssa might be a bit less awkward about it but they're both affectionate
41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?
They switch
42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?
Jawline, chest, hands, eyes for Lyssa, cheeks, hair and hands for Izkiel, also her general roundness
43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?
Lyssa just got a bit more shy and sweeter around him, asking more about his day and wanting to know more about him whenever he happened to show up at her clinic
44. What are their nicknames for each other?
General pet names, usually
45. Who worries the most? Over what?
Lyssa worries about Izkiel's wellbeing at his job, he worries about her health and how she's holding up
46. Who initiates kisses?
Could be either really
47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?
It just came out from Lyssa when Izkiel was being a goof
48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?
Lyssa's uncle Odin basically watched it develop since he also works at the clinic (and snitched to her parent immediately). They're pretty protective over her but she's also a grownup and Izkiel seems like an okay dude so... it's fine. Probably. Izkiel had to tell his folks separately, Kenzo noticed the development but he also kept forgetting about it
49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Their own thing, Lyssa is always busy at the clinic, at home she cleans and organizes, looks after her few plants. Izkiel tries to nurture a singular cactus and keep his living space somewhat clean when he's not at work
50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?
I think Izkiel might take some time to process Lyssa being sweet and cute at him
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sumeshi-t · 5 years ago
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Girl, this just a q. Hahaha what do you think's the love language of the HQ boys? You can name the obvious ones and wild guesses. Been thinking bout it for a day 🤣
Hi!! Sis i'm sorry this came out late, but i kinda did the receiving/showing love language too if that makes any sense. i hope you like it haha! i think i may have gone a little extra on the others (but that's bc ur special to me 👀)
(Do take these with a grain of salt, because ngl no one is strictly just one type of love language, you could be a perfect mix, 20% of each type haha! And these are all opinions anyway, based from what i've seen/watched/read.)
Haikyuu!! Love Languages
Words of Affirmation (Showing)
these boys show their love verbally. they let you know they love you with little unexpected notes or texts. they're usually good listeners who would always have something to say, and that something to say feels so right in that moment and usually makes sense 100% of the time.
sugawara koushi. we all know he has a way with his words. let's not forget that he is 'mr. refreshing' because of how good he is at communicating with his teammates. also the "negativity begone!" moment? asahi? when he made hinata realize stuff about kageyama when he was teaching him how to receive? yeah seems just about right to me.
probably hinata shoyou. but it's so adorable though because he's gonna be sooo shy about it! i mean the way he encouraged a lot of his peers–he has his awkward moments and blushy blushy times but this boy always knows what to say even if it seems stupidly simple–but that's how he is and that's why he's so lovable.
Words of Affirmation (Receiving)
these boys on the other hand, enjoy or prefer hearing verbal validation from their partner. they love it when you listen to what they have to say, or when you praise them and push them to be better with words. or when you appreciate the little things they don't usually do for others but makes exceptions for you.
definitely bokuto koutarou. and goshiki tsutomu. no explanations needed.
tanaka ryunosuke. call him senpai and he's yours maybe. i mean his mental strength do be high but he loves it when he's being praised.
oikawa tooru. i mean, maybe he doesn't enjoy it much when he's being ranted to but if you give him the privilege of listening fully as he lets out his deepest issues/insecurities? without judgment? he's good to go. always remind him of how good he actually is and acknowledge his hard work genuinely. always check up on him with little texts throughout the day or send him memes/quotes/photos and tell him "this reminds me of you" to cheer him up. push him towards greatness at the same time push him to rest. (got carried away with this one i'm sorry)
Physical Touch (Showing)
obviously the all-touch body language gang. prefer to convey their love and affection when they're with you physically. holding hands, hugs, not necessarily clingy but there's always a way or another that they're touching you even in the slightest of ways–can be a hand on your low back or even just fingers entwined loosely.
kageyama tobio. have you seen him hold and memorize the feel of a volleyball? practically the same thing with you. the amount of times his fingers have traced every line on your palm when you two were idling about somewhere–it happens all the time, it's become routine, it's made you volunteer your own hand too esp when you find him stressed.
nishinoya yuu. damn have you seen him just all over everyone? i mean, he isn't exactly clingy but in little background stuff, he's always touching someone? and doesn't he like touching the ball? kskisks
idk i'm just gonna say tendou satori too because... his fingers give me that vibe. and shit, i almost forgot about akaashi keiji. ma'am his little finger fiddling habit??? he'd love to fiddle with yours too. he's so gentle with how he holds your hand he thinks it's immaculate–he'd even ask permission first omg 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Physical Touch (Receiving)
basically they love being touched or having skin-skin/close contact initiated by you. they love it when you give little hugs or just idly resting your head on their shoulder or lap.
iwaizumi hajime. this cuteass hedgehog–i been simping for him for a week already 😭 i feel like he craves touch even though he doesn't explicitly say it. smooth your hand over his cheek or forehead you'd already see a difference that his brows relax, his lips part slightly for an exhale. when you make it a point through your touches that you're there, for him, even if it's just choosing to sit beside him during lunch is already 👌🏻
i think... miya atsumu. the opposite of iwa's tho. this boy is handsy-handsy. this might as well be his way of showing love too. run your hands over his muscles madame, or brush fingers through his hair if you feel that it looks out of place. a sucker for you clinging onto his bicep when walking. idk i just think that for new/early on in a serious relationship with him, he's gonna be big on showing you off to the world so physical stuff are important for him because he knows words can be faked or scripted sooo yeah
Receiving Gifts (Showing)
"it's the thought that counts" kinda dude. they give you little things they think you might want but moreso things that you need. it doesn't have to be any "thing", it could even be something as simple as a bottle of water or energy drink. they make you one of their top priorities in life.
miya osamu. bruh he's chef's kiss cooking. that's it. i feel like he's the one who's gonna be making bentos for you (or you two can do that together as bonding too!) but i feel he's the type to remember food you pointed out once or watched on youtube, and i tell you you're gonna see it wrapped nicely on your desk a few days later.
yamaguchi tadashi. i feel like he's the type to just pick something up from the convenience store on his way home from training, then next morning he's going to shyly give it to you. "i just thought you might need a new one," his cheeks are flushed and a bashful smile on his lips when you thank him gleefully!
kozume kenma. just because this boy is sugar daddy material. can easily buy something online that he saw you window shopping for on your phone. he does this not to show off his cash, but because your happiness comes first 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he's not really that good at handling emotions he's so closed off so i think this is the way he finds and uses to show love to you.
Receiving Gifts (Receiving)
sounds redundant, but these boys fall for you harder when you remember them through little things you drop on them. can be from a well thought out gift to something so mundane like a single piece of candy. (but thoughtful gifts are better!)
daichi sawamura. he's not materialistic don't worry (ngl daichi's like, one of the most virtuous characters in haikyuu). but can we not forget that little charm michimiya gave him (the team)? i hc that he's the one who kept it, it's somewhere in his room on a shelf. i mean, anyone could keep that right? they could put it in the clubroom (even after they graduated) but he just decides to keep it. anyway, he's not going to expect you to give him extravagant gifts in particular–he just... enjoys seeing little things that you give him (it can be a pen or ink refills, a phone case, or anything at all) and he's bound to treasure it for a long while, and will always be grateful for you (because you're the greatest gift you've given him)
just a freaking guess but... bokuto koutarou. he's one of the more simple minded folks so if you remember to buy him a shirt he was eyeing or just basically bring him cute matching charms, he'd be sooo soft for you. big buff baby.
Quality Time (Showing)
these boys show their love for you by spending time with you–no distractions (to some, maybe no phone-using too!). not meant to sound restrictive or toxic in any way, but when they're with you, whether if it's a drive home or just lazing about the house, they'd appreciate it if you're attention is fixed on them.
ushijima wakatoshi and oikawa tooru. they're both hella busy with killing each other getting better, they're practically married to mikasa the volleyball. so they show their love for you by clearing out their schedule, or reserving just a day or two with only you. and if they do that, shower them with all your focus, love and attention. (esp oikawa if he comes to visit you from argentina). y'know the feeling of "the world stops and it was just us" kind of vibe. anyway the point is, they'll make time for you to make up for missed dates or calls. a lot of understanding needs to happen here, and if you respect their dreams and support them, sis ya got the 💍 coming
Quality Time (Receiving)
these boys on the other hand prefers alone time with you; maybe has something to do with not being so keen on PDA but if it does, only by a little bit. they don't say it but they love it when you share a bunch of small little moments together without interruption from nosy senpais/brothers/cousins.
tsukishima kei. this tol salty french fry... you don't even need to be talking, or touching each other. he likes the comfortable silence between you, and he loves spending time with you even if that's hard to see or realize. the only giveaway is that, only one of his ears is covered by his headset when he's with you doing homework; meaning he's ready to hear if there's anything you wanna say.
sakusa kiyoomi. bro just clean your room or the house for him and he's sold. i'm not kidding. he loves doing chores with you and going grocery shopping (especially in aisle 15 for the cleaning wares).
Acts of Service (Showing)
no they're not slaves for you, they show their love for you by doing stuff for you, from something so little that's hardly noticeable to even grander gestures–they're willing to go out of their way just to help you in anything and everything that you need. homework? chores? you don't even have to say anything and they'll pipe up with "i'll help".
aone takanobu. :( big, giant, softie. he'll do anything and everything for you. you'll notice stuff from the cupboard have been taken down, especially when you tell him you're gonna cook something and he knows what ingredients you'll be using. he's a man of very, very few words so please know that he loves you whenever he brings it upon himself to carry your stuff for you, and blocking away all negativity from your life.
akaashi keiji. bro you've seen him grab a glass of water for a choking kageyama. that's just the veeery tip of the mf iceberg! this boy is so well mannered that helping others just comes naturally for him–but with you he even does it a little more extra. will always bring water for you (esp if he knows how little you drink), will bring your fave snacks to you when finals are coming up, you'll notice that your work desk is a bit neater lately; he's just so pure and wholesome and you know if it's him, you're in good big hands.
Acts of Service (Receiving)
they become mush when you do stuff for them voluntarily. like no you didn't have to, but you did–it's you who did that for them–and they just fall in love with you all over again
yamaguchi tadashi. no i didn't say this just because his specialty was his serves. i just feel like his heart is gonna combust when he sees you doing something for him. omg imagine if you were the one who holds up a plastic bag of shimada mart and you're his reset point??? omg??? that's so soft??? like there's a lot of people there but all he sees now is you and just courage 100 worries 0
another motherflippin guess but yaku morisuke. not bc he'a good at receiving serves. he's like the mom of nekoma so he's used to being the one kinda telling people off and keeping the kids in line–he's got that responsibility on his tiny and firm shoulders. so if you decide to do stuff for him (or even the team) like bringing extra towels for everyone, making food (and a separate packed one for him), he's gonna be sooo proud of you and spite kuroo about it lolol
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softsliders29 · 5 years ago
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Holiday Break (Newton x Hermann) for @hermannsthumb
When Newton gets unexpectedly dumped before he was supposed to bring his boyfriend home to his family, Hermann steps in to help him out. 
A/N: This was made for a gift exchange I took part in, I really hope you enjoy it Maria!
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. This was the last thing he wanted to do but here he was. He felt bad for the guy, he couldn’t just leave him to flounder on his own.
Now, how exactly did he get in this predicament? Well, it was early one day when he stepped into the lab to find Newton crying. He almost considered just walking out of the lab and coming back later, he wasn’t the best at dealing with this type of stuff. But he thought better of it.
Instead, Hermann slowly made his way over to Newton. He didn’t want to spook him or anything, so he barely made any noise until he was right in front of him.
“Newton, are you okay?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper. Newton turned his head to look at Hermann, a bit caught off guard. He still had tears in his eyes and Hermann’s heart broke a little.
“Oh, uh, yeah. It’s nothing.” He shrugs, obviously trying to keep his crying down to a minimum. He doesn’t want to be a bother to Hermann.
“It’s obviously not nothing. Are you hurt?” Hermann asks, becoming more concerned.
“Only emotionally.” Newt can barely manage a joking tone as he says the words, more tears forming. Hermann is slowly starting to understand. He nods.
“Well, if you don’t want to talk about it then I understand. But I am here for you.” He gives Newt’s shoulder a pat and goes to his side of the lab.
The lab goes back to it’s usual silence, the occasional profanity from Newton as he starts dissecting things. Hermann thinks that Newt has pretty much gotten through whatever was bothering him before and forgets about the whole ordeal.
Until the end of the work day. Newton walked over to Hermann’s side of the lab while Hermann was packing his things away. Hermann had barely noticed the other standing there, he was so concentrated.
“Can I ask you a favor?” He starts off. Hermann looks over and nods, going back to his packing. “So, before, I was having my little breakdown because…” There’s a pause and Hermann looks back at him. Newton is looking down at his feet, almost like he’s debating whether he should say it or not. “Because my boyfriend broke up with me.” He finally says. And it clicks in Hermann’s head. Ah, that makes sense. But there must be more, Hermann thinks. That isn’t really anything he can help him with. “But I promised my family I’d bring someone home. And I don’t want to show up empty handed, y’know. I’d feel like an idiot.”
Was he asking Hermann what he thought he was asking? No, that couldn’t be. Could it?
“Oh Newton, I don’t know…” Hermann was really wrestling with the idea in his head. He wanted to help but at the same time he didn’t know if he could handle it. It would just be…. too real.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s a lot to ask, sorry.” Newton said. Hermann sighed.
“I’ll… I’ll do it.” He said. He didn’t want Newton to be embarrassed. It wasn’t his fault he got broken up with.
“Really, cause you don’t have to. I’ll just tell them the truth.” Newton said, eyes lighting up.
“No, it’s fine. I really wasn’t planning on going anywhere for the holidays anyway.” Hermann assured. “Thanks dude, you’re a lifesaver.” Newton hugged him, causing Hermann’s to stop breathing for a second.
After that incident, Hermann went home and started over thinking about the whole thing. He had heard about Newton’s uncle and father but he still wanted to make a good impression. And what about their backstory? How would that work?
Maybe if he just slept on it, he could figure it out in the morning. Of course, that would help. A good night's rest. Except he could not fall asleep that night.
The next morning he went into the lab with very little sleep but with a purpose. He had to get this all sorted.
“So, when are we leaving?” Was his first question. Newton, who was chugging coffee to get ready for the day, looked up at the other a little confused.
“Oh, to my folks? Next Friday. Is that enough time for you?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice. Hermann just nodded.
“Sounds good. What have you told your family about your boyfriend?” He needed to make sure he’d even pass as him.
“Not much. They just knew I had one. I didn’t even tell them his name.” Newton shrugged.
“Thank goodness.” Hermann let out a sigh of relief. At least that was out of the way.
“You don’t really have to do anything. Just get free food and talk a bit. But you’ll have to be nice so it may not be that easy.” He laughed at the other.
Hermann rolled his eyes. “I can be quite pleasant. Some people just drive me up the wall.” He eyed Newton as he said it.
It was Newton’s turn to roll his eyes. There bickering just went on through the day and through the next few days until it was time to head to Newton’s family.
They were driving there, which wasn’t a horrible thing. It was only a six hour drive. And Hermann was glad that they had this time to prepare for the questions that Newton’s family was sure to ask.
“So, I think we should keep it pretty much the same as real life. I mean, they know about you already.” Newton shrugged. Something about that made Hermann’s heart clench. Newton talked more about him than his long term boyfriend? But he couldn’t dwell on that too much.
“Well how did we make the transition from lab partners to life partners?” Hermann asked. Newton was quiet for a moment, thinking it over.
“Late one night we were still at the lab, we were the last ones out, and we just started talking about us. And I kissed you. And the rest was history.” Newton shrugged.
“You kissed me? I think I’d kiss you first.” Hermann argued. He didn’t know why he was offended by the idea of Newton kissing him first. Probably because he had wanted to do it countless nights. But he wasn’t going to bring that up.
“Oh really? And what makes you think that?” Newton asked with a laugh.
“I don’t know, I just think it’s more fitting.” Hermann tried to downplay his real thoughts, hoping they could quickly settle on this and move on.
“Fine. You kissed me and the rest was history.” Newton rolled his eyes with a smile.
“Okay, how long have we been dating?” Hermann asked.
“Well, I told them seven months.” Newton said. This made Hermann turn and look at him completely.
“Newton, I’m so sorry.” Hermann said. He couldn’t imagine dating someone for seven months and suddenly breaking up. It hurt his heart even more for Newton.
Newton shrugged it off. “It’s fine man, I’m getting over it.”
There was silence in the car after that. But Hermann knew they still had some things to resolve.
“What about… displays of affection?” Hermann asked. This was something he’d been dreading.
“If you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked.” Newton laughed. It made Hermann’s breath hitch until he realized he was joking.
“I do not. I just want to make sure we convince your family.” Hermann tried to act nonchalant about it.
“Just the normal amount is good. I don’t know, whatever feels natural. Don’t try to force it though.” Newton shrugged. “When you know, you know.”
Hermann just nodded. The rest of the trip went by in mostly silence, Newton’s music blaring through the speakers. But it didn’t bother Hermann as much. He had other things on his mind.
They arrived at Newton’s house a little early. His uncle greeted them in the driveway and offered to take some of their bags, but Newton insisted that they do it themselves.
Newton’s uncle, Illia, Hermann had learned, showed them around the house. It wasn’t a huge home but it was comfortable.
Newton’s dad was apparently out of the house at the moment but would be back soon. And then they’d have dinner. Illia left them in the guest room to get settled in.
The guest room, Hermann had noticed immediately, only had one bed. He made a mental note to offer to sleep on the floor that night. He didn’t know if he could get through a night in bed with Newton.
“It’s a really lovely home, Newton.” Hermann offered. Newton just smiled at that, putting his clothes into the drawer in the room.
There was more silence as Hermann tried to figure out what he should be doing. He settled on folding his clothes.
He didn’t know how to feel at the moment. He was overwhelmed, and really nervous. But he wanted to make a good impression. Not that it mattered, they weren’t really dating, he had to keep that in mind. He knew if he didn’t, he’d get carried away, and he didn’t want that. It’d make the lab too awkward.
Newton’s father got home a few hours after. It was only early morning when Hermann and Newton had arrived, so when Newton’s dad got in, it was a few hours before dinner was scheduled. But Newton wanted to spend time with his dad, so they both made their way into the living room.
When they sat down, Newton put his hand on Hermann’s thigh. Hermann had to do everything in his power to keep his cool. But he was able to act natural.
Newton and his father talked about the latest at the lab, his uncle chiming in as well, while Hermann just sat there. He almost thought they weren’t going to ask about him, which was fine by him, but eventually the conversation did turn to him.
“So, Hermann, we’ve heard quite a bit about you, just didn’t put two and two together. Didn’t think you’d be the boyfriend.” Newton’s father said.
“Yes, well, our work and home life are quite different stories.” Hermann said. Newton looked at him, giving him an eyebrow raise. But Hermann just kept going with it.
“I bet. But Newton adores you. I could tell by the way he talks about you.” His uncle chimed in. This caught Hermann by surprise but he didn’t say anything about it.
“Oh, that’s flattering.” Hermann said, a bit quiet. He looked over at Newton, he was blushing.
“I just love the guy.” Newton said, hoping to stop this.
“You’ve made that pretty obvious. Kinda surprised I didn’t figure it out.” His uncle said. Hermann really had to ask Newt about it later.
“When’s dinner?” Newton asked suddenly.
They didn’t talk anymore about Hermann and Newt’s relationship much to Newton’s relief. His dad started making dinner while Newton and his uncle continued shop talk. Hermann was just left blushing and running the conversation on a loop in his head.
When dinner time came, they all sat at the table, Hermann and Newton sitting right next to each other. It was nice, almost making Hermann forget about the past conversation. He found that Newton’s uncle was a very smart man, enthralled in his discussions about science.
But before he knew it, dinner was done. Now it was on to the part of the night he was dreading. Sleeping.
They said goodnight to Newton’s dad and uncle and went to the guest bedroom. Hermann was almost too nervous to get into his night clothes, almost just sleeping in his day clothes. But he knew the floor was already going to be uncomfortable enough.
When he went to lay down, Newton looked at him confused.
“Come on man, you can sleep up here.” Newton offered. Hermann shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so.” Hermann said.
“Dude, it can’t be good for your leg, and it’s just sleeping. I’ll even put a pillow in between us. But you aren’t sleeping down there.�� He knew Newton wasn’t going to give up, so Hermann gave in, moving to lay down on the bed. He kept as much space between them as he could.
He figured this was as good a time as any to ask Newt about what his uncle said earlier.
“You know, I figured you’d told your family about me before, but I thought it’d be in a negative light.” Hermann observed as casually as he could.
“Nah man, why would I do that?” Newton asked, genuinely confused.
“I don’t know. We don’t really get along well. We’re always bickering.” Hermann shrugged.
“Well, yeah, but it’s all in good fun.” He paused for a moment. “Do you not like me?” Newton asked.
“No, I mean yeah, I like you. I just didn’t know….” He trailed off at the end.
“Oh, okay.” Newton said. There was another pause.
“What do you tell them about me?” He asked, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“How smart you are, and how good of a lab partner you are.” Newton shrugged. Hermann was touched, but didn’t get the chance to say it. “Do you tell your family about me?”
“Absolutely not.” Hermann said, causing Newton’s face to fall. He quickly continued. “But I don’t tell my family about most things. If I told them about you, I’d tell them about how resourceful you are and how brilliant you are. And your cool tattoos and just how overall…”
Before Hermann could finish, Newton’s lips were on his. He was shocked and before he could react they were gone.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me but you were just being really nice and I thought it was…” Hermann shut him up by kissing him back.
After a few moments they pulled apart.
“You know, what I said before, it’s true. I really do love you.” Newton confessed.
“I love you too.” Hermann returned.
Maybe the visit wouldn’t be too bad after all.
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atc74 · 5 years ago
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Soul to Souls - Twelve
Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, confrontation, angst, more fluff, language, more visions...or dreams? Sam’s issue is revealed, and a cliffhanger!
Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?
Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh
Word Count: 1683
Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches​​​​​​, @katehuntington​​​​​, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and new cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89​​​​​​, Impala divider by @writeyourmindaway​​.
A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home. We’re halfway there folks, but we’ve barely gotten started!
Y’all are getting two chapters in three days! I am trying to get back on my normal posting schedule! Enjoy!
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Anna had been awake for a few minutes now, not opening her eyes. She was perfectly content to just lay there and drift off again in Dean’s arms, one draped protectively over her middle, fingers tracing small circles on her lower abdomen. Deciding against falling back asleep, she rolled to face him and slowly opened her eyes to meet his gaze; his eyes were even more beautiful in the morning light, shining like emeralds in the sun. 
“Good morning, Mama.” He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Good morning yourself, Handsome.” She buried her face in his neck, breathing him in, and sighed contentedly as he continued his patterns on her belly.
“Did you sleep well?” Dean inquired.
Anna sighed once more as she extended her sleepy limbs in a satisfying stretch. “Yes, I did. I feel rested and ready for the day. What about you, Babe?”
He laughed softly, placing his lips to her forehead. “I did sleep well, but I’ve also been up for quite a while now, y’know, thinking.”
She turned my head up to look at him. “How long have you been up? What time is it, anyway?”
Glancing at his watch, Dean answered, “I’ve been up since about seven. It’s now almost noon. The mother of my children needs her rest, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you. I’ve already changed Baby’s oil, washed her, and helped Bobby out in the yard.”  
Dean kissed her again, and Annaleigh felt the familiar stirring deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and rolled until she was settled on top of his long, hard body. She deepened the kiss and felt him respond to her. His hands roamed up and over her back and into her hair as their tongues fought for dominance. Dean moved his hands back down to her hips, repositioning her until the friction was perfect as they rubbed against each other. 
She pulled away and sat up trying to catch her breath when the sound of her empty stomach betrayed her raging hormones. She needed food. She bent over to kiss him quickly before rolling off of him and the bed.
“I am sorry, Dean. This time I need food more than I need you to scratch this itch,” she apologized, throwing him a quick wink, and headed to the bathroom to get dressed and brush her teeth. He followed her and leaned his tall frame against the door.
“Anna, I was thinking about our little secret this morning.” He kept his eyes on hers while she finished brushing. “I want to keep it to ourselves for a little while; just until we know for sure and we can get in to see a doctor.” 
“I wanted to talk to you about that, too. I don’t want anyone else to know just yet,” she agreed. “I don’t want to give Bobby anything else to worry about right now. Or Sam.” She cringed at his name on her tongue. She made her way back into the bedroom to get dressed. “Besides, I want to see my own doctor. I am going to call today and make an appointment, okay?” Placing both her hands on his chest, she raised up on her toes to kiss him. “Let’s eat. I am starving!” She grabbed his hand and led him downstairs.
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“I think I can make that work. I appreciate you seeing me so soon, thank you very much, Dr. Ryan.” Annaleigh ended the call and placed her phone back in her pocket. She ate the sandwich Dean had left for her and wandered out to the shop looking for him. She found Bobby under the hood of his Chevelle.  
“Hey, Old Man!” Anna called out, walking over to the side of the car to join him. “What are you doing out here? Where are the boys?” 
“I sent them into town to get a part for me. Should be back soon.” He glanced over to her. “How are you doing, Annaleigh?” he asked, worry set deep in his eyes.
“I am doing okay today, Bobby. I feel rested and better than yesterday.” She looked away as she answered, leaning against the car.
“Girl, don’t lie to me. I can see right through you,” he challenged.
“I don’t know what it is, Bobby. I just feel like there is something off. With Sam, I mean. But I can’t put my finger on it,” she confessed, feeling better now that she had shared her doubts with someone else. “But, I don’t know how to tell Dean. Or even if I should tell him. I don’t like keeping things from him, but this isn’t mine to tell.”
He took a deep breath before he began. “I know what you’re talking about. I feel it, and honestly, I think Dean feels it, too. We still don’t know what rescued him from the pit, but he has been off since he showed up. I called in every favor I got trying to figure it out.”
“Bobby, he is cold and unfeeling. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up when he looks at me, well, looks through me is more like it. Like he isn’t human. But you tested him, so we know he is, but it’s like something is missing…” she trailed off as her thoughts started running wild in her head. She turned and ran back to the house. “I will be right back, I swear,” she called over her shoulder.
“Can that really be it?” Anna was talking to herself now, reading the lore books she had found in Bobby’s collection. “Could it be that simple? Well, it’s not simple at all, really. It’s gonna be real fucking complicated,” she muttered.
“What’s gonna be complicated, Red?” She jumped when she heard Dean’s voice behind her.
“Um, I don’t know yet. But, I will let you know as soon as I figure it out,” she faltered, but quickly regained her composure as she turned to face her boyfriend, his green eyes locking with hers. “Hey, Babe? Do you think we can take off in the morning? I want to be home by tomorrow night. I talked to my doctor, and she can get us in the day after tomorrow, but it’s her only opening. She’ll be gone for two weeks if we can’t make it,” she informed him.
“Are you kidding? That quick? Yeah, we can leave now if you want,” he answered, even more excited than she was. Anna jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck, leaving a loud kiss on his lips.
“Great! I just have to talk to Bobby real quick, then we can pack up Baby and hit the road.” She ran out the door and back to the shop.
“Bobby! I think I got it!” She proclaimed as she rounded the corner into the shop but skidded to a halt when she spotted Sam perched on the cooler next to the Chevelle.
“Whoa! Where’s the fire, girl?” Sam quipped.
She eyed Bobby cautiously. He nodded and she continued, “I know what is wrong with you, Sam. I don’t know what pulled you out from Lucifer’s grasp, but I do know that it did a piss poor job.”
Sam stood, stalked over to her, and threw his arms out wide, in a menacing stance. “What the hell are you talking about?” He shouted. “There isn’t anything wrong with me! Have you seen me? I’m in the best shape of my life. I’m a better hunter than Dean now. I’m awesome!” he boasted.
“No, Sam, you’re not!” she protested, placing a hand up to stop him from advancing on her. “Something is wrong with you and I know what it is. Whatever, whomever, rescued you from the fiery clutches of Hell; they left a part of you behind. You lost your soul, Sam! Your fucking soul? Does that sound o-fucking-kay to you?!” she argued.
Sam stopped and stared down at her. “Huh, no wonder I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything. Not Dean; not you. Nothing. And, you know what? I fucking love it. I feel free. Don’t think you can go fixing me like you did my brother. I am not broken. But, he was and you made him weak; you gave him hope,” he growled.
“Weak? I rescued him when he was in danger of losing himself because of you, Sam! That doesn’t make him weak. Scars don’t mean a person is damaged, it means they survived. And, that is what your brother did. Without you! He survived because of me!” Anna stormed past Sam and over to Bobby.
She gave the old man a tight embrace and told him she and Dean were leaving, with a promise to figure out how to make Sam whole. She gave Sam one more glare, then went back to the house to pack her things so they could hit the road.
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The drive home took just over 18 hours, stopping only for bathroom breaks and fuel. Annaleigh fell asleep a few times; thanking God that Dean loved driving. She was snuggled up with her head in his lap, drifting off again.  
“Hey, Beautiful. How are you feeling, Red? I got someone, well two someones, I want you to meet. Kids, say ‘Hi’ to your beautiful Mama.” Dean walked over to Annaleigh. She was in a hospital bed, wearing one of those terrible gowns. He gently handed her half the precious cargo he carried. She smiled, gazing at the bundle in her arms, and looked back up at him. He leaned over, placing a soft kiss to her lips. “I am so proud of you, Red. Look at what we did. We made these beautiful little people.” She knew she was crying, but they were happy tears. She took her eyes off the baby boy in her arms and looked up at Dean. He was crying too. He looked so incredibly happy. 
“Red, I would like you to meet our son, Robert Samuel Winchester. And, this sweet little thing is…”
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A Million Times
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author: So here’s that piece I was talking about with reuniting exes and this one anon (bless your soul) was quick to choose an angsty end. So bear your hearts out, hope you love it and I hope I succeeded in breaking you. Any feedback is appreciated and I love responding to your reactions because they make my day. All the love honey ❤️
synopsis: You and Shawn have history but now you have fears that you didn’t have before. You don’t fall in love once but a million times.
warnings: 1.9k of angst. Okay like this is not my brand and I won’t make you smile by the end. So sorry.
“Shawn?”
There was no way. This man was supposed to be in Los Angeles, not that you cared. It wasn’t possible for him to be here at this little cafe on the corner of Adelaide and Portland street. But you saw his curls peeking up above the two people in front of you in line. You passed it off at first but then you saw the lightbulb on the backside of his bicep and you knew that if you went up on your tippy toes you’d see the cursive “A” hidden behind his ear. Shawn Mendes was definitely in Toronto, 2 blocks from your building but 2 miles from his. This wasn’t even the greatest cafe in the city according to most folks, but you had always favored this almost claustrophobic building and Shawn knew that.
He had checked his Armani watch every minute since he woke up this morning. You had always claimed to not have a schedule because they stress you out but he had noticed when you were together that you walked into forget me not cafe and baked goods shop every morning at 8:45 am giving you time to order and rush into your class that was closer to downtown. So he had rushed out of his condo at 8:30, parked at 8:40, and was in line just as you opened the door at 8:45. Just like clockwork, he knew you probably wouldn’t try to talk to him. Honestly he’d be shocked if he had the courage to glance back at you. Shawn knew you were the most perfect girl to ever grace his life and he fathomed how he had charmed you daily. But there you were. Calling his name.
“Shawn?” You raised your voice to get his attention.
“O-oh, um hey.”
He was still a dork. It didn’t matter that he was a Grammy-nominated artist or that he had over 56 million Instagram followers. He was still a dork who stumbled over his words. You kind of wish he had changed drastically in the 10 months you two have been separated because maybe if he was a new person you could pass by him like two acquaintances would, a soft smile and then carry on with your day. But he was your Shawn, layered hoodies and all.
“So, how’ve you been?” He interrupted your staring emitting a blush he’d miss far too much.
“Good. Yeah good, and you?”
“Everything is a little crazy,” he was still smiling at your flushed cheeks, “working on a new album.”
“Am I featured? Breakup songs and all, eh?”
His face dropped but you didn’t regret bringing up the breakup. You were acting too close to Shawn, like old friends and not like he was a boy who broke your heart.
“Nothing crazy,” he watched your features, “a couple of sad songs, but nothing angry.”
Shawn could’ve easily written an entire breakup album seeing that half his notebook was just his scribbles on heartbreak. But he couldn’t do that to you, he broke up with you because you were falling out of love with each other. He didn’t know how it happened and he didn’t know how to fix it, so he ended it. Dumb, he knows.
“Well, um it was nice talking to you,” you shuffled awkwardly noticing Shawn was now the front of the line, “I think it’s your turn to order.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle while you giggled at his stupidity. You just watched him and even though you’d hate yourself later for letting yourself enjoy Shawn’s presence, at that moment you couldn’t find it in you to care.
“Well,” Shawn received his drink and you knew this encounter was ending, “I hope the album goes well, I’ll give you a couple streams.”
“Thanks.”
He stayed standing there, his chocolate muffin and coffee ignored by his side. You glanced up at him and caught his head quickly shifting away from staring down at you.
“So,” his eyes shot down to you, “bye.”
“I’ll just wait with you.”
“Shawn,” you were smiling at your feet even if you’d never admit it, not like you had to, his matching grin told you he knew, “I don’t have time for a sit down chat before class. And honestly I can’t do this small talk thing with you.”
“I’ll walk you to your first class,” he tried again.
“I’m just going to grab an Uber.”
“Let me drive you,” he pointed to his Jeep parked on the side street that you could see through the windows of the cafe, “it’s free and we can talk, for real.”
“I don’t know, Shawn.”
“Please? Just the 10 minute drive and then you’ll never see me again if you don’t want to.”
But you did want to and that’s how you found yourself nodding as the barista took your order. She definitely wasn’t looking at you but at the tall handsome boy next to you, you couldn’t blame her. You barely had time to take your tea from her grasp before Shawn grabbed your freehand in his.
“Shawn!” He glanced back at you, “I swear if you make me spill my drink you’re dead.”
“M’sorry, just a little nervous. I’m not thinking straight I guess.”
At least you still made him as nervous and he made you. Shawn opened the door and put his breakfast in the backseat before offering his hand as you climbed into the familiar passenger seat. You could’ve easily slid in without the assistance but his hands were always warm when you clasped them and they provided comfort. His hand slipped out of yours just as quickly as you had taken it, giving you a tight squeeze before releasing completely.
“Alright,” he slipped into the driver's seat, “you have 10 minutes.”
“10 months of explanations shoved into 10 minutes, jeez okay.”
His hand had shifted from the steering wheel, to his lap, and finally resting in the center console. It was strange seeing it there and not being able to hold it in your own. You wondered how often his hand had traveled towards the passenger seat before realizing you weren’t there anymore. That he wouldn’t be able to brush his fingers against yours ever again.
“I think we fell in love too fast,” he glanced at your profile, “I think we were so obsessed with wanting to be in love that we forgot that we had to love each other before we could be in love with each other.”
“Sha-” he grabbed your hand to silence you.
“I only have 10 minutes, Y/N. So let me say this and then you can fight me on it as much as you please. Okay?”
“Okay.”
His hand hadn’t moved from yours, instead you found your fingers intertwining with his.
“It wasn’t that I fell out of love with you because I’m absolutely in love with you. It’s just that I couldn’t love you the way you deserved because we jumped into it. I’m not sure I’m making sense,” you squeezed his hand like he had done minutes ago, “but you have to know that I want to fall in love with you again and again. And this time I want to do it right because you’re it for me, you’re the last person I’ll ever love.”
“Shawn, I love you too,” he grinned at you, “but what if we mess up again? What if you really did just fall out of love with me? And now you want to fall in love again? I don’t think I could handle falling in love with you only to be heartbroken again and again. It doesn’t seem like a beneficial situation.”
You watched the smile fall from his face and suddenly he looked the same way as he did 10 months ago in his condo. You remember watching his face pale as you hurried past him to pack your stuff away. Not wanting Shawn to come knocking at your door with a box. That would’ve hurt too much. But now he had the same hurt look in his eyes as he tried to digest the fact that he had lost you for good this time, he wouldn’t be able to show up at your cafe and beg to talk. He was no longer allowed to interlock your hand with his. You were not his to hold anymore, you just weren’t his.
“We’re almost at your building,” the 10 minutes were nearly up.
The rest of the ride was torture you wanted to grab onto Shawn and never let go but as his hand slipped out of yours to change the gear of the Jeep into park you knew it was time to let go. He’s an unknown variable. You couldn’t love him when he could really just fall out of love with you.
“You know,” you looked out the window when he started speaking again, “I love you so much. Please let me love you.”
“I can’t, Shawn. So let’s, um let’s leave it at that.”
“Okay,” he just kept looking at you and his eyes were full of tears, normally you’d cup his cheek and wipe them away but you weren’t at a place to do that anymore, “okay, yeah. I-it was nice seeing you again.”
“You too, Shawn. You too.”
You opened the door of his car and slipped out. You turned your head slightly to offer a heavy heart smile. He slipped out of the car and quickly grabbed your hand in his, his body this time moving faster than his head.
“Shawn,” you squeezed your hand against his, “what are you doing?”
“Just, um just give me a minute, eh?”
“I can’t keep doing this with you, you get that right?”
“Yeah, yeah. I just need to be here with you for a moment.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and held his head close to your shoulder. Your lips pressed to the curls behind his ear, next to his tattoo. He was pulling at your heartstrings but you couldn’t put yourself in a situation where you were bound to be hurt again. Even if Shawn promised otherwise. You loved him and he loved you but maybe you couldn’t be in love anymore despite what you both wanted. You’d run into Shawn months from now, you were sure, and you would smile at each other like long lost lovers who would be happy in a different time. You’d fall in love with someone and he’d do the same but you were positive you’d fall in love with Shawn again and again. And maybe he’d love you too in this future. That’s what made pulling away a little easier.
“I love you.”
Shawn pressed his temple to yours, as your hand was held to his heart by his hand.
“I love you too,” you smiled, “I love you too.”
You walked away and Shawn just watched. His teary eyes burned into the back of your head. It hurt so much to walk away from him but your inexperienced heart wouldn’t be able to handle another heartbreak. You were protecting yourself when you walked away. It was the wrong decision, you knew that much, but it was the only choice you could handle.
Shawn was the unknown variable in your life and that scared you but not as much as the thought of losing him. Yet, when you turned back having every intention of running down the 43 steps of stairs you had counted, Shawn was already in his beloved Jeep. And he was driving away because you had walked away. Because you were scared to make the right decision of sharing a life with Shawn.
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iwillbeinmynest · 5 years ago
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The Monte Carlo Job - Steve x Reader(f)   Chapter 2
Authors Notes: Here comes Part 2 Y'all! I hope you are enjoying this series. I know it came out of nowhere but I was feeling sad and wanted to just post something so I started a new series, even though I haven’t finished my last one... Anywayyysss, Have some more Steve!
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
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Chapter 2
Y/N and Steve walked hand in hand back to the main floor of the museum where the actual Gala was being held.
The grand room was littered with tall tables and waiters with trays of glasses. There was a quartet in the back corner playing classical music and a small stage to the right with a lone microphone on it.
Bucky waved at them through the crowd and caught Steve’s eye.
“There you two are.” Nat smiled when they reached the table. “What were you up to, huh?”
Y/N shook her head. “Not what you think, we actually looked at the art.”
“Of course you were,” Bucky said. “Cause Stevie, here, wouldn’t dare do anything scandalous.”
“I would.” Steve defended himself. “I just happen to know the guy in charge of security and I know that all of the cameras are running.”
They chuckled.
“So,” Y/N looked around the room. “Who’s the target?”
Steve raised his brows as he scanned the floor. “Not sure yet. I recognize a few faces so I’ll have to make my rounds but I’ll let you know when I need a trophy on my arm to close a deal.”
Y/N smacked his arm and Nat and Bucky laughed.
“Please,” Y/N laughed, “If anything, you’re the trophy in this relationship.”
“She’s right.” Nat gracefully snatched two glasses of champagne from a passing tray. Bucky did the same. “You should hear the dirty things the women at our spin class say when you pick us up every thursday.”
“Excuse me?” Steve’s eyes widened.
Y/N laughed. “Oh come on, sweetheart. Girls will be girls, right?”
Nat held up her glass for a toast, “Here’s to another fantastic evening together. May we land a new client or have a blast tryin’.”
“Cheers!” They all raised their glasses.
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Y/N and Nat usually stuck together and tonight was no different. They were standing a few tables over speaking with what Steve could only presume were other wives and girlfriends.
Steve and Bucky had been making their rounds, speaking with previous clients and making new acquaintances. These men were the richest of the rich, and that’s coming from Steve who lives beyond comfortably. The men tried to talk to Steve and Bucky about the military and people they knew that served.
It took Steve all he had not to roll his eyes, clearly these men had never seen war and the fact that they talked as though they had was infuriating.
“So, I say to the man,” A gentleman in an ascot smiled and waved his cigar around. “Either you pay me or I’ll send Howard!”
The other men around them laughed, Bucky and Steve smiled politely but shared a look.
“Well said, John.” Steve set a hand to the man’s back. “Excuse us.”
Both he and Bucky nodded and walked away from the table.
“I swear, Steve,” Bucky clenched his jaw and tried to take a subtle deep breath. “I don’t know why you make me come to these things.”
“I know,” Steve shook his head as they headed for Y/N and Nat. “But if I have to suffer, I’m not doing it alone.”
“I thought that’s why Y/N is here?”
“And make her listen to that crap, no way. I bring her so I can see her dolled up like that.” He nodded at his wife.
“We got lucky didn’t we?” Bucky watched Nat run her ring finger around the brim of her whiskey glass. She looked over and gave him a wink.
“That’s an understatement.” Steve smiled when Y/N followed Nat’s gaze and smiled at Steve.
Y/N and Nat excused themselves from the group of women and walked arm in arm to their husbands.
“You boys havin’ fun, yet?” Nat asked as she let go of Y/N and leaned into Bucky’s chest.
“Not at all.” He kissed the top of her head.
“How about you?” Steve asked Y/N.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Those women don’t know anything about what their husbands or boyfriends do. They’re just having a bragging party.”
“I wasn’t talking about prospective clients, babe, but I appreciate that your mind is on the company.”
Y/N smiled. “Well, you’re really gonna wish we’d landed one when you see the receipt for this dress.”
Steve closed his eyes and chuckled.
“Your girl has expensive taste.” Bucky teased his best friend.
“Nat picked it out.” Y/N clarified.
Both Steve and Bucky nodded.
“Now, see,” Steve grinned. “That makes more sense.”
Steve leaned down and kissed the side of Y/N’s head. “You ready to call it a night?”
“Yeah,” She smiled up at him. “I am.”
“Okay, then.” Steve held out his elbow and she wrapped her hand around it. “Shall we?”
As the two couples were making their way towards the exit, a man stepped out in front of them.
“Are you Mr. Rogers of Stealth Security?” The man asked. His Russian accent slowed his words but he spoke english well.
Steve held out a hand and the man took it in a firm shake. “I am. Have we met?”
“I’m afraid not.” The man straightened his spine and leaned his head back slightly. “My name is Petrov Lebedev and your reputation precedes you.” he grinned.
Steve raised his brows and lowered his arm, taking Y/N’s hand in his and squeezing it as an apology for staying longer. “Does it?”
“Yes. I have heard that you offer exceptional service in the matter of private security.”
A woman appeared at Petrov’s back. Y/N smiled at her but, the woman simply looked Y/N up and down then at Petrov.
Y/N was shocked at her blatant rudeness but kept quiet.
Beside her was another man, who could only be described as seedy. He was shorter than Steve but just as fit. His beard was stubbly and seemed to have a few scars in it where the hair no longer grew. He also eyed Y/N but in a way that made her squirm.
Steve didn’t miss that. He shifted his weight to land mostly in front of Y/N. “And who escorts you tonight?” Steve asked with very little patience, but he covered it with politeness to Petrov.
Petrov looked over and then back to Steve. “This is Sacha, my right hand and partner. And this,” He put an arm around the woman’s waist, tugging her forward. “Is Katryana.”
Steve nodded but didn’t address them. He turned to Bucky. “This is my partner, Bucky, and his wife, Natasha. And this,” he eyed Sacha hard, “Is my wife.”
Y/N straightened and tipped her head up. “Nice to meet you.” She made sure to only say that to Petrov, who hadn’t offended her, yet.
Petrov smiled then turned his attention to Steve. “I have an event coming up in three weeks in Monte Carlo and I am looking for a full team to escort myself, Sacha and Katryana around. I’m looking for everything from bodyguards to security during transportation and whatnot for the two days that we are there.”
Steve inhaled to speak but Petrov cut him off. “Money is no object and I assure you I can pay whatever you ask. Please, I want the best of the best and I have been promised that that is you.”
Steve recognized the touch of flattery but didn’t care for it.
“Well, how about I take your card and I will have my secretary check our schedule and see what we can come up with?” Steve offered. No way was he about to accept on the spot.
“Of course, of course,” Petrov smiled. “I do have one additional request though, which I understand might make a difference on the bill.”
Steve smiled and waited.
“I would like to see you there, personally. You can even bring your wife and make a trip of it, yes?”
Steve took a deep breath to unclinch his jaw and grinned. “We will consider it, schedule pending, of course.”
“Yes, of course.” Petrov pulled a card from the inside pocket of his coat. “I look forward to working with you.”
“Likewise,” Steve took it and slid it into his pocket without a glance. “Have a good evening.”
Steve took Y/N’s hand and escorted her to the foyer where all four of them collected their coats.
“I don’t like him, Steven.” Y/N said with a sigh. It was rare that she spoke out against a client but there was something about Sacha that she absolutely did not like.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He stood behind her as a shield, separating her from the ballroom, “We can discuss it on Monday. Forget about him for now.” He took her hand and kissed her palm.
Bucky huffed. “If Sacha had looked at Nat that way, I’d have laid him out right there.”
Steve snapped to Bucky and glared at him, “You think I didn’t want to?”
Bucky swallowed and took a breath. He held the door open for Nat and then Y/N and Steve. “I didn’t mean it like that. I know you would, I just-”
Nat put her hand on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “Let it go, baby.” She cooed and kissed him quickly.
Steve walked away to pay the valet. Y/N walked half way and waited for him.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N said sincerely when the valet ran off to bring the car around.
Steve looked at her curiously, his frustration fading slightly, “For what?”
She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “All of that. Sacha, Petrov, Bucky. And you know he didn’t mean it like that, right? He was just as heated as you.”
“I really doubt that.” Steve grumbled.
“Steve,” She said his name with a tone that urged for his attention. He looked down at her. “I’m fine. Totally over it. He didn’t touch me, everything is fine.”
“He didn’t have to touch you, did you see-”
Bucky passed with Nat to retrieve their car and Steve inhaled sharply.
Just then the valet returned and handed the keys to Steve.
Y/N took his hands. “He loves you, and me. He just talks too much.” She offered a small smile.
Steve nodded. “Yeah, I know.” He fiddled with the keys to his Tesla.
“Don’t be mad at Bucky for something you would have done if the situation was reversed.” Y/N added.
Steve nodded then pulled Y/N into a tight hug, kissing the crown of her head. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?” She looked up at him.
He leaned down, close enough to kiss her. “Fix everything.” He smiled against her mouth and kissed her softly.
Bucky and Nat approached calmly.
Y/N hugged Nat and Steve and Bucky clasped arms in a firm shake. Steve nodded to Bucky and Bucky nodded back.
“Have a good night.” Y/N said to Nat with a kiss to the cheek.
“We will, you too.” She smiled. Both of them were relieved to see the balance restored between their husbands.
Steve waved to Bucky as they walked off then turned to open the door for Y/N. She stopped close against him before she sat down into the car. “Thanks for protecting me.” She patted his chest.
He took her hand and held it over his heart, “Always.”
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AHS 1984: Between The Lines [Xavier Plympton x Chet Clancy] 1. Watch Your Hands
PART 2
Summary: A world before the horror. A world with some horrors. A fantasy world, where things are slightly normal. A world where Chet Clancy has been in a relationship with his long term girlfriend, Brooke Thompson. A world where Xavier Plympton, struggles to find himself after a dark past. But what if I told you that's not all who Chet is romantically involved with? What if I told you there’s a little bit more to Xavier than what he presents himself to be? What if I told you to read between the lines? Together we'll explore friendship, love, deceit, and sexuality on a different level.
Rated: R for Restricted. 18+ Very Mature Themes.
Warnings: Alright folks, I’m going to be very honest with you. This book can get dark and depressing sometimes. Due to it’s unpredictable nature, since it is a work in progress, read at your own discretion, and apply tags as you see them fit. I will be giving warnings at the beginning of chapters that do take it to that level. If you do choose to read and you come across anything that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I am all ears.
A/N: Hey ya’ll! I go by Juno. Thank you so much for taking the time out of your Cody Fern and AHS filled schedules to read this book. This is something I’ve thought about for a long time and am very excited to be writing this. I’m also currently writing this on another platform, but decided that I wanted to share it with the fun loving Tumblr community as well.  It IS male x male. I’ve always shipped Chet (Gus Kenworthy) and Xavier (Cody Fern)  and after a little bit of brain storming, I decided that I wanted to dedicate a story to developing their relationship. I’ve kept some key traits from their characters in 84, but for the most part, this are figments of my imagination; of what life would be like. As I write this, I will be introducing different characters, portrayed by some of our favorites. I won’t leave you oblivious. However, I will also be writing one shots! If you have any requests, message me! Enjoy the read! 
WC: 1.1k
Setting the stage: This story begins years before 84. Xavier, Chet, Ray, Brooke, and Montana are 18 and freshly out of high school.
The two sat outside on the front steps. The moon lit up the night sky. Chet inhaled the joint deeply, but exhaled slowly. She watched him the whole time, biting down on her lip. They'd only been together for 6 months, but Brooke couldn't help but feel like she loved him. Sure. They exchanged the words,  'I love you' , all the time, but they never actually said "I love you." But, the more time Brooke spent with him, the more she realized that maybe she did mean it. They had been best friends for so long that I love you came naturally. So when the two drunkenly kissed at Montana's 17th birthday party, they both couldn't help, but feel that there was something there. So when Chet asked her out, how could she say no?
"Chet.." she said, softly. He took his eyes off the joint quickly to meet hers. There was a warm ness in his eyes that made every nerve in her body tingle. Her hand slowly made its way over to hold onto his knee.
"Yeah?" Chet questioned in his relatively, light, voice. He looked at Brooke with loving eyes. Eyes that still said "I love you" and "I love you" at the same time. Poor, Chet. He was so confused.
"Your eyes are so fucking red." she responded, giggling. Chet couldn't help but give her a smirk. He thought she was so cute. Everything she did was so cute to him.
"I guess I don't do a very good job of hiding it do I?" he questioned.
"Not like you need to. You're lucky. My parents would never let me do that openly."
"Well it's a good thing I don't give a fuck what my parents really have to say, huh?"
The two shared a hearty laugh before Brooke fell silent, biting her lips once again before taking the joint out of his hand and taking a pull.
"My parents would never let me do that openly." Chet repeated, mocking her.
"Well it's a good thing I don't give a fuck what my parents really have to say, huh?" she smirked.
"Brooke Thompson, you are a fool."
"I guess that's why we're so close"
"Closer than ever."
"Oh for Christ sake." Xavier said as he leaned over the fence. "If you're gonna fuck, just fuck already."
"How long have you been standing there?" Chet asked, taking his attention away from Brooke.  
"Long enough to see that you two would think nothing of fucking on the porch. Stand up, won't you, Chet?"
"Oh, fuck off."
Xavier grinned. He was a huge fan of messing with Chet, whether it be mentally... or physically.
"Sorry, lover boy."
"Thanks for the fucking help, Xavier." Ray said, jaw clenched as he held two relatively big speakers on shoulders.
"I'm pretty. I don't lift things. You know this."
"Yeah, except your dick to put in other people."
"Ooo." Chet said, loudly, his lips forming a perfect O.
"Play your cards right and you can be one of em'"
"Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy."
"Here man. I got you." Chet grabbed a speaker off of Ray's shoulder and assisting him instead.
"You're terrible." Brooke said, standing up, putting the joint out in the ground.
"You love me, Brooke Thompson." Xavier, winked at her.
They had only fucked twice, Brooke and Xavier. They were both 16.
"What's it like?" she asked, her hands holding onto his jacket as he leaned against the balcony rail.
"What? Sex?"  he asked, looking down at her. At 16, he was already so tall and that amazed her. She nodded her head at his question, swallowing. "I've never done it before and it's all you and Chet talk about. All the girls you've slept with."
"Let me guess. You don't masturbate either, do you?"
"Just answer the question, smart ass." She slapped him in his chest.  
"I don't really know how to explain it." He spun her around so that it was now her who was up against the rail. "Why don't you let me show you instead?" When she constantly switched between looking at his eyes and his lips, he knew he had her. "I see how you look at me, oh and Chet, but that's another discussion. Let me show you how fun it is when you start exploring, sexually." God, Xavier was a sex icon. Everything about him just screamed fuck me or let me fuck you. She made the mistake of getting locked in his eyes.
And then he did the thing. The thing that got everyone who he pursued sexually, to crack. His tongue moved gracefully along his upper pearly whites with a sadistic grin, that in actuality, wasn't all that sadistic. He liked Brooke and if he didn't already know that she had a deep interest for Chet, brewing, she would be his.
"Go on." he said, tempting her. "Kiss me. You love me, Brooke Thompson."
"But let's leave things in the past, yeah?" Xavier continued, attempting to walk past Brooke and into Chet's home. She stepped in front of him, firmly planting her finger on his chest.
"You said you wouldn't ever bring that up, especially since you knew Montana had a crush on you." Brooke said with venom in her voice.
"Woah. Ms. Thompson, please if you will, watch your hands." He grabbed her by her wrist. "So quick to react are we? Let's not forget." He slowly rubbed her finger across his chest and down to his torso, right above his belt. She looked up at him and he did the thing, again. The same thing that had gotten her to kiss him that night. But this time, he was older, his features more strongly defined. He was gorgeous and she couldn't deny that.
"Stop that." she said, firmly, snatching her wrist away from. "You promised, Xavier."
"Oh relax. No one was around to hear it."
"Are you two coming inside?" Chet asked, popping his head into the door frame. "Montana will be here in a few minutes and then we can start our Friday night."
"Yeah, babe." she replied. "I was just bugging Xavi about how lazy he is." She winked at her charming boyfriend who now leaned fully against the doorway.
"I believe the correct term you're looking for is pretty." She turned to him quickly, planting her finger firmly in his chest once again.
"Remember what I told you."
"Well come on then, so I can close the door." Xavier let out that stupid grin again before the two started walking towards the door.
Let the summer before college begin.
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blarrghe · 4 years ago
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"Watching me while I sweat from exercising" for Dorianders because... of reasons? XD
Up on AO3 or uner the cut! (the formattinig is probably better on AO3 tumblr is the actual worst)
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Befriending Magister Dorian Pavus continued to be the worst decision Anders had made since the one that had landed him in Tevinter in the first place. Not at the least because being friends with Magister Dorian Pavus was, on a scheduling level, practically impossible. It was almost maddening, how neither of them ever seemed to have any blighted free time. There was Dorian, very important and very busy, always rushing off to meetings or press events or fundraisers or galas, only available for a quick coffee or for trying to convince Anders to go out clubbing at two in the morning. Which, frankly, he had less than no interest in doing — for several reasons, only minimally to do with the fact that the music gave him a headache (the thought of standing by and watching Dorian dance and practice his smarmy lines on attractive club goers made up most of the rest of it). And then there was his own life, overflowing with unkempt medical notes and overdue bills, and a schedule packed with night shifts and on-call hours that made maintaining a regular sleep schedule impossible, never mind a social life. But despite all that, it was nice to have someone to talk to again. Someone passionate and revolutionary and witty and… just about as lonely as he was, so better not to go messing it up. Better to try to maintain this one terrible friendship — the only one he had that wasn't with a "work friend", or a cat. It was just a really difficult thing to do, between the unrepenting workdays and restless nights filled with dreams of his beautiful Maker-damned face.
 Dorian, however, was remarkably good at being his friend. He always managed to make time. Drew it out of thin air, it seemed, conjured it up like magic between his press conferences and business trips. He had this impossibly serendipitous way of always seeming to send a text offering to meet for coffee right as Anders' break was coming up, and thanks to his own life of impossible hours he was always amenable to a spot of caffeine well into the evening. Other times, he'd offer up an address, saying "meet me here tonight if by the end of your shift you're still alive", and Anders would reply "doubtful", and then show up later anyway to the movie theater, or concert hall, or burlesque playhouse, only to fall asleep in his seat once the lights went down — which, at the burlesque playhouse at least, everyone seemed to find incredibly amusing.
 Today, his shift would be finished at an uncommonly early hour, having started at one that was painfully so. And even though his work-to-sleep ratio for the week was currently hovering at around four to one, when a text came in from Dorian during his break that read simply, "lunch later? Meet me if you have an hour free." He cheerfully replied "I'm off at noon!" And decided to postpone his much-needed afternoon nap. Friends with Dorian, he smiled, terrible decision.
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Anders did not work out. Whatever strength he had he came by naturally, by way of pushing hospital equipment around and running up and down stairs all day. His calves, as a result, were particularly firm, and he had defined, if skinny, biceps. His core was probably strong enough, what with the constant balancing act that was keeping up with his daily life, but if he had wanted abs he would probably have to do something about his diet; more protein, fewer sugary carbs, meals that weren't eaten while standing on a city bus. But a personal beauty routine had always been low on his priority list. If he was looking to impress someone, he usually tried to get his bad jokes and the somewhat trashy rebel-mage aesthetic (which he also came by naturally) to do the job for him. It was not, historically, the best strategy. But he also wasn't looking. Dorian, on the other hand, had beauty routines for his beauty routines. Apparently the way to make up for the sleeplessness of a busy life was to exercise regularly, drink exceptionally expensive vitamin concoctions (despite the fact that his friend, who was a doctor, had told him repeatedly that the vitamins in such quantities were oversaturated, contradictory, and essentially useless), and to apply a laundry list of products to one's skin and hair — that, at least, seemed to work.
And so it was that when Anders showed up at the designated spot, practically asleep on his feet and slouching eagerly off the bus towards the promise of an hour of good company and food, that he discovered that the place Dorian had instructed him to meet at was not a restaurant, or even a coffee shop, but a gym. A gym with wide glass windows facing the street, so that the gorgeous, obviously affluent, gym-membership-holders could sweat it out while on display for the benefit of all the less beautiful and less lucky passersby. Or perhaps it was the other way around, and rich people got a kick out of running in place for their health while watching working folk run breathlessly after the busses that pulled up to the dirty old bus shelter on the street outside. Anders didn't know, he didn't go to gyms. But Dorian did; he went to this gym. He paid an exorbitant membership fee and wore a tight t-shirt branded with the gym's logo while he ran himself sweaty on a treadmill, spraying fancy water into his mouth like he was advertising the stuff, and towelling himself off with the clean white towels provided while still running, panting with the efforts of his impressively athletic exertions. This, Anders discovered by staring at him as he did it, through the clear glass window from the street, his mouth falling open and throat going dry until Dorian spotted him, and he snapped his mouth shut while his cheeks went red. Dorian's cheeks were also red, a bead of sweat dripping down over one in a long glistening trail from his temple. He pressed some buttons on the treadmill, slowed down to a walk, smiled, and waved. Anders, like a dumbfounded puppet on a string, raised his hand and dropped it again, in some approximation of returning the greeting.
Ten minutes later, Dorian met Anders outside the door of the clean, white and minimalist setting of the gym's lobby with his regular (still tight) clothes on and his damp hair fragrant with some kind of rich, flower-infused cream.  
"You got here faster than I expected, sorry you had to wait."
"Good bus timing," Anders shrugged, pointedly not looking at him. One intolerable sensation at a time, and he still smelled amazing.
"You know there's an app for the schedules, GPS tracking and everything." Dorian commented. Why he knew that, when he'd probably never taken public transportation in his life, Anders couldn't guess. But then, Dorian was infinitely more organized than he was; good with schedules. Anders, meanwhile, struggled to keep his own thoughts straight, never mind the kinds of itineraries that Dorian kept. So he just nodded along, certain that he would never remember to check, or even download, the recommended app.
Dorian led them up to the intersection, and pressed the button at the crosswalk, every simple movement somehow upright and deliberate. "So, lunch? I'm starving, there's a great place across the street."
Anders glanced back at the gleaming white and chrome of the gym, and the equally sleek boutiques to either side of it. He frowned, fingering the well-worn leather billfold in his pocket. "How great?" He asked, cautiously.
"Great as in healthy, all vegan food and local produce and the like." Dorian smirked at him, and Anders made the mistake of looking at it. He blushed, and frowned some more.
"Oh, great." He said, with very little enthusiasm. A twelve dollar salad and one of those ludicrous vitamin waters, just what he and his malnourished billfold needed.
"You're a doctor, you can't live on cup noodles and granola bars all the time. It sets a bad example." Dorian berated, lightly, in return.
"At least cup noodles have salt." Anders protested, "Maybe too much, but that's better than none at all. And you know organic is just a buzzword, not everything organic is healthier. And the hoops of getting branded "Organic" just make it harder for actual family owned farmers, who grow perfectly healthy crops, to market to sellers," he ranted about it, albeit halfheartedly, until Dorian sighed and shook his head.
"Which is why I said local, not organic. And I've been, I promise they use seasonings. You really think I'd debase myself by dining somewhere that didn't know how to properly use spice?"
Anders grunted, still disapproving.
"It's good, really. You'll like it there, they have cats."
"They have…?" Anders spun to watch Dorian, squinting in confusion at him as he brightened the world about him with another one of those obnoxiously perfect smiles.
"Cats, they're all very tame. You can sit with them while you eat or play with them afterwards. An endeavour of the local animal shelter to help encourage adoption, as I understand it." Dorian explained casually. Then the light changed and he set off walking. Anders followed, significantly less grumpily, though now his stomach was turning flips for an entirely different reason besides hunger.
Forget Kirkwall, actually. Befriending Dorian was, hands down, the absolute worst decision he’d ever made.
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