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readerficsbyhyaku · 4 years

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Specifics (DJSS x Reader) Part 1

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Getting physically closer to someone can lead you to discover things about them... or yourself.

(i don't want to spoil anything but this summary is bad, so it may be subject to changes. The title too can change uefiefizeif)

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Any feedback is welcome :D

Also thank you to Roseyful for being an inspiring fic companion c:

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You were one of the many people that came to Vinyl City, and never left. The atmosphere, saturated by sound and melody, was unlike anything you’d seen elsewhere. Alas, you were soon becoming accustomed to it as you worked for the charter of the Cast Tech District. You were a stage technician for the ridiculous amount of hazardous equipment there was in Club Planetarium, and it had been a year or so that you worked for DJ Subatomic Supernova. You didn’t think too much about him, always being one to focus on your work, especially since you had to do some acrobatics more often than not.

It was nearing New Year’s Eve, and NSR had organized a gala, for all their artists and their staff. Tatiana was going to give a speech and even though you didn’t particularly enjoy such formal festivities, you thought you might as well give it a try.

You had gotten out one of your prettier dresses, of a beautiful deep midnight blue color with discreet sparkles and a nice corset. The back wasn’t going down too low, and your décolletage wasn’t too deep either. It was poofy, but not so much you would have trouble fitting into doorways. You assorted it with high heels that you knew you would regret later on, and a few pieces of jewelry. You were all set for the gala.

However, when you arrived at the concert hall and realized you were the only one from Club Planetarium, your mood soured a bit. Feeling uneasy, you decided to grab a cup of champagne as a waiter slithered through the crowd, far too agile for someone holding so many brittle glasses on a platter.

As your gut started to warm from the alcohol, you began to greet the people around you. Making a bit of small talk, listening to someone chat about their work… It wasn’t much, but it was better than staying mute all night. And honestly, the people were pretty nice ! There was a graphic designer that did all the album covers for the NSR artists, who had many delicious stories about the leaders of every district, and without you noticing a big chunk of the evening was gone.

As you were easing your way through the denser crowd to grab on some more food, the lights dimmed suddenly and the music changed from DJ Subatomic Supernova’s theme to Yinu’s piano.

It was time to dance.

You did not have any partner (and didn’t intend to), but as you receded from the dancefloor area that was slowly clearing, you bumped into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see you” you mumbled before even looking at who you had collided with.

But then, as you craned your neck to grasp the person’s identity, you were met with a smooth orb glistening with stars.

It was DJ Subatomic Supernova, your boss.

His garb was wildly different from what he was wearing at work, switching the sneakers and hoodie look for a refined shirt and waistcoat, straight pants and shiny leather shoes. His sleeves were rolled, revealing the glowing patterns on his forearms and reflecting into his tie pin. If you had to describe it in one word, it would be stunning.

He extended his hand towards you, asking in a low tone

“Would you like to dance ?”

The crowd was moving around you and the dancers were already taking their place in the middle of the room. All the other NSR artists were there, except for Yinu who was to play the piano. DJ Subatomic Supernova was the last one to go.

So you smiled and grabbed his hand – or should you say his finger – and said

“That would be my pleasure.”

And off you went as he guided you towards the dancefloor, the music picking up as all the couples were finally in position. He placed one hand around your waist and the other engulfed your own. It was impossible for you to put your hand on his shoulder so you settled for his waist too. You took one step at a time, trying to get used to having his body so close to you. Everything about him was huge, but it was jarring how big he was when you were this close. And you had high heels, for goodness’ sake !

As you and DJ Subatomic Supernova were falling into a gentle pace, he leaned towards you and said, under the intimate cover of the dance

“I am most grateful for your presence here at this reception. It would have been a very awkward moment if I had to invite someone else for this dance.”

You laughed, feeling a bit lightheaded. Maybe it was because you were spinning, maybe it was because of the champagne, or maybe because of DJ’s hold on your body that was growing increasingly hard to ignore.

“I’m glad I could be of some use to you. To be fair, I didn’t have that much company during the night either.”

DJ made you spin in his arms, your dress fluttering around your legs and catching the dim lights of the dancefloor. You almost fell, but his large hands caught you and you were dancing again, as if nothing had happened.

“That dress suits you well.”

You breathed in a little harder, chest heaving in your corset as your heart pumped from the rush of adrenalin. DJ Subatomic Supernova’s scent was something you never had noticed before, but now it was permeating all your senses. Something light and floral, maybe a little cold, with richer undertones akin to musk.

“You look like a different person in this waistcoat, it’s… really nice.”

His fingers were grazing your naked back, sending jolts down your spine. Your breathing had calmed down, but your heart was still beating in staccato, in rhythm with Yinu’s piano.

“Well, it is enjoyable to know that my appearance fits your tastes.” DJ rumbled as you both took another step and swirled around the dancefloor.

Your throat went a bit dry. How sweet his words were, barely disguised under his formal elocution, wafting in the darkness to reach your ears. How his tone kept you on your toes in expectation, a deep murmur unperceivable to anyone beside you two. How intimate it felt having him so close, exchanging pleasantries under the cover of dancing.

You looked at him, taking a step back to appreciate his height, only to get pulled flush with him once more.

You huffed.

“It’s hard to look at you when you’re so tall.”

“That may be because you are so small.” he replied with a cheeky tone, his hand pressing just a bit harder on yours.

Feeling braver for some unknown reason, you retorted

“I’m wearing heels, you know.”

He chuckled.

“I have taken notice of that, yes.”

His teasing demeanor was spurring you to answer his piques.

“There is such a thing as too big, DJ.”

You spun once more before he caught you again and bent over you, your back arching in his arms and his orb getting so close to your face.

“I beg to differ.”

And there was no way you were imagining how he purred that while his face was a breath away from yours, your skin hot and tingling. You were at his mercy, bent under him, and while you had this realization images flashed in front of your eyes. Him, towering ominously over you, without his waistcoat or his shirt. His hands roaming your body and leaving it ablaze. His deep voice whispering oh so sweet nothings in your ear as you gave in to him…

But your fantasy melted away as he straightened up and let you go, the atmosphere that had built up between the two of you fading as the lights shone strong once again. DJ Subatomic Supernova adjusted his tie, surprisingly nimble with those big fingers of his, and turned towards you again.

“It was very agreeable to dance with you tonight. I hope you will have a pleasant evening.”

You forced a smile out, hoping your cheeks weren’t too red or your bosom too flushed.

“It was indeed a delightful dance, and I hope you will enjoy the rest of your night.”

You then parted ways with him, and soon enough the gala was over; Tatiana declaimed her speech with her usual verve, and you went back to your home.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol taking its toll on you or what had transpired during your waltz with your boss, but as you tossed and turned in your bed your mind was replaying over and over again the words he had addressed your way. Your mind swirled, dizzying, and it almost felt like you were still in his embrace.

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coloneljamesmoriarty · 6 years

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Mercier Family Christmas

This got kind of out of hand and I’m not totally happy with it but BUT YOU KNOW WHAT TAKE IT ITS CHRISTMAS

Bradford gives Tatiana’s hand a squeeze as they wait in front of the door. She momentarily stops shifting her weight from foot to foot and leans into him.

“Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs. “I’m sure they’re not that bad.”

“They can be… a lot,” she replies.

“As you’ve been telling me. Your brother seemed nice.”

Tatiana turns her head to look up at him, but before she can say anything the door flies open. She drops his hand and catches the woman in an embrace.

“Tánička!”

The older woman babbles something more in Czech into Tatiana’s ear, only stopping when Tatiana pulls away from the hug.

Even if he didn’t already know that the woman was her mother, the family resemblance was enough to guess. He knew from pictures, but it was eerie seeing how Tatiana and her mother looked so similar, save for her mother being a few inches shorter.

“You must be John,” her mother says, smiling at him. She steps aside to let the two of them inside.

Tatiana grabs his hand again and leads him inside. They follow her mother through the living room and up a flight of stairs to a little guest room that would be theirs for the holidays. They drop off their bags and head back down to the kitchen.

Her parents are already at work preparing dinner at either end of the kitchen. Tatiana coughs to get their attention.

“Maminka, Dad, this is John,” she introduces awkwardly. “John, my mom Libuše, and my dad Lewis.”

“Těší mě,” he says.

Her mother’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she grins at Tatiana. She, in turn, presses a bit closer into him.

“It’s good to finally meet you,” her mother says, turning back to the dough she was working with. “We were shocked to hear she wanted to bring you over for Christmas.”

“I insisted I come,” he explains. “I’ve heard so much about your family, I felt I had to come sooner rather than later.”

“So, any plans for this afternoon, or are you too jet lagged?” Tatiana’s dad asks, looking over his shoulder as he stirs a pot of something on the stove.

Bradford glances over at Tatiana and gives a slight shrug. “I’m not too tired yet,” he assures.

“I could show you around town. There’s not that much, the cathedral, some breweries-”

“The markets!” her mother interrupts. She stops rolling out some dough to turn and glare at her daughter. “You can’t say he’s had a proper Christmas until you visit the markets.”

“Maminka,” Tatiana groans. “I wasn’t going to forget. I thought we we’re all going to go together when Eugene arrived.”

“We can still go together. We’ve already been through the stalls half a dozen times!” her mother retorts, gesturing at her husband. He is pointedly keeping out of the conversation, which Bradford thinks, is likely the smartest move.

“But it’s tradition-”

“We will still have tradition! You two should have a nice time together without us. Go! Grab your coats! Shoo!” Tatiana’s mother flicks her hands at them, showering them in the faintest trace of flour.

Bradford can’t help but to laugh as Tatiana grabs his hand and pulls him back to the entryway to get their coats.

“Don’t eat too much rohlíčky, Tánička!” her mother calls just as they shove their boots back on. “I won’t have you getting sick before dinner again!”

“That was one time, maminka!” Tatiana shouts back. “Twenty years ago!”

“Bring back some cookies for me, Taňa,” her dad calls before either woman could say anything more.

Tatiana groans and shakes her head. Regardless, she grabs Bradford’s hand and drags him out the door.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, taking a moment to adjust her gloves once the door was shut.

“Don’t be. I like your parents already.”

She smiles faintly at him, then leans in to steal a kiss. She loops her arm around his and starts off for the town square.

There is something magic about meandering through the stalls at the christmas market, a sense of wonder generally reserved for children. Tatiana leads him through the rows, picking out a handful of sweets for them to try from various stalls and helping him find a few knicknacks to bring home to his family. They warm up with a mug of cider each before heading back to her parents’ home for dinner.

The sense of wonder does not dissipate, even when they return to the market two days later with Eugene and a handful of cousins in tow. By the time they visit Prague the following day, just the two of them, Bradford thinks he knows what to expect. The sheer size of the christmas market there was enough to quickly prove him wrong.

Tatiana is noticeably different than the woman he knew in the States. She is relaxed completely for once, not so much as mentioning work since arriving in Europe. Around her friends and family he gets a sense of ease from her that he’s not quite accustomed to, something unlike what he’s seen around her military friends and coworkers. She seems almost like a different person, but the shift is so natural he can’t question it.

They stand in front of the astronomical clock in Prague as it chimes in the next hour. The clock is beautiful, but he finds himself wanting to watch her more. A few snowflakes catch in her hair and scarf and he can’t help but think that here, in this Prague winter, is where Tatiana truly belongs.

He almost asks why, why she stays in the army, why she continues to bind herself to the US, then ultimately decides against it. Christmas was a time for love and family, not for potentially difficult questions.

They wake on Christmas Eve morning to a pounding at the door.

“Get out of bed, you two. Lýdie’s almost here!” Eugene shouts from the hallway. “If you guys are still fucking-”

“Shut up, Eugene!” Tatiana shouts back. She grabs her pillow from underneath her and throws it at the door. It collides with a disappointing thump, but it’s enough to get Eugene to be quiet.

“Mom’ll be up in ten minutes if you guys aren’t out,” Eugene says before they hear the stairs creak as he heads back down.

Tatiana rolls onto her side and presses her face into his shoulder.

Bradford laughs and presses a kiss to her hair.

They head downstairs eight minutes later and still get tutted at by her mother. Tatiana scowls at her brother’s grin. Nevertheless, she pulls Bradford down onto one of the sofas, taking the corner so he could lean against her easily.

Tatiana’s dad drapes a blanket over them and goes to sit in an armchair by the fireplace. “How have you enjoyed your stay so far, John?” he asks.

“It’s been amazing, sir. I wish I’d thought to visit Prague on my own years ago,” Bradford replies with a smile. “But I can’t think of anything better than having Tanya show me around.”

He feels Tatiana shift beside him and from the corner of his eye he can see a flush color her cheeks. He loops an arm around her waist and leans into her, apparently soothing her embarrassment.

“Hopefully you two will have a chance to visit during the summer. One of Taňa’s aunt’s has a little house near a lake that she lets family stay in. It’s truly gorgeous,” her father says, interrupted briefly by a knock at the door. “Eugene, are you-”

“In the kitchen!” Eugene calls quickly.

Tatiana’s father sighs, but pushes himself up and gets the door. He returns a moment later, leading a short woman and a tall man in to the living room. The woman bounds ahead of them at the sight of Tatiana and quickly wraps her up in a hug.

“I missed you, Taňa,” she says softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Me too. You have to visit when you get the chance,” Tatiana replies.

The woman gives a light laugh and pulls out of the hug. “That won’t be until after the wedding, I’m afraid,” she says. Her gaze lingers on her for a moment, then flicks over to him.

“Lýdie, this is John. John, my sister Lýdie, and her fiance, Jaromír,” Tatiana introduces quickly, gesturing to them in turn.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Lýdie says, offering a smile and her hand. “I’ve heard a lot.”

“I didn’t realize Tanya was so talkative about her relationships,” Bradford muses, shaking Lýdie’s hand.

Lýdie laughs as Jaromír quickly introduces himself. “She’s not, not really. Eugene and I have our ways,” she explains.

“Don’t try to claim that annoying me for two months straight is a viable strategy,” Tatiana grumbles.

Her mother sweeps into the living room, immediately wrapping Lýdie up in an embrace. “Be nice, Tánička,” she warns.

“It’s true though!”

Her mother shoots her a look, effectively quieting Tatiana for the moment.

“She’s right, though,” Eugene says, coming out of the kitchen with hands full of mugs. He sets them all on the coffee table and smirks up at Lýdie. “You’re good at annoying people into giving up information.”

Tatiana laughs as her mother swats Eugene’s shoulder and follows him back to the kitchen. Lýdie pouts, but drags Jaromír onto the other couch.

Eugene returns a moment later with a pot of tea and a carafe of coffee in each hand. He places them on the coffee table as well, then collapses on the couch beside Bradford.

Tatiana’s mother returns just after him, placing some pots of sugar and milk besides the tea and coffee. She takes a seat in another arm chair and pours herself some tea.

“Can I convince you to throw your shoe this year, Tánička?” her mother asks, passing her the pot of tea.

“Maminka, you know I’ve figured out how to throw it so the toe doesn’t point to the door. There’s no point,” she retorts.

“And I think you’re lying. It’s more likely this year than anything.”

“Maminka-” Tatiana pauses for a moment to set the pot of tea down. She then pouts at her mother and switches to Czech, though she slips a hand under the blanket to squeeze Bradford’s knee.

Her mother switches to Czech too, and starts arguing with Tatiana. They talk over each other, neither seeming to get a word in edgewise and barely even pausing to breathe, it seems. The rest of the family pours their drinks without paying the two much mind.

Bradford watches them, equal parts amused and amazed.

Tatiana’s father offers him the carafe and leans in so Bradford can hear him over the two. “They’re always like this,” he assures him. “Taňa takes after her mother a bit too much. It runs in the family, I think.”

“I think I understand how you fell for her mother,” Bradford says quietly, taking the carafe and pouring himself a mug of coffee.

Her father grins at him and pats his shoulder, then grabs his mug and leans back into his chair.

After a few more moments Tatiana and her mother fall silent, apparently reaching some agreement. They both grab their mugs, and Bradford presses a kiss to Tatiana’s cheek.

They spend most of the day in the living room, drinking and talking. Tatiana hesitantly explains how they met and as much of their relationship as she’s willing to share. Bradford explains his work and about some of his family. The rest of her family is nothing but polite and interested, even Jaromír, despite needing Lýdie to translate for him at times.

Her parents step out late in the afternoon to prepare dinner, leaving the five of them to play board games, a tradition brought in from her father’s side. She and her siblings step in and out to help where they can.

Once evening falls they finally break to eat. The food, while not being at all what he’d consider a typical Christmas meal with carp, is some of the best he’s had. He turns down taking an apple after dinner when one is offered to him, but Tatiana takes it and sets it on his plate regardless.

“It’s a tradition,” she explains to him, plucking an apple from the basket for herself. “You cut it open, and depending on what shape the seeds make it’s supposed to tell your fortune.”

“I didn’t realize you were superstitious,” he teases. Nevertheless, he picks up his apple and a knife to cut it in half. It’s difficult to tell, but the seeds do make a faint star shape.

Tatiana leans over his shoulder to look. “That’s good,” she assures him. “A star means good fortune. I think that still counts when it’s a bit wobbly. It’s better than the alternative-”

Bradford looks over at her only to see Tatiana staring in horror at half of her apple, her face pale. There are only four seeds, forming a neat cross.

“What does that mean?” he asks quietly.

Tatiana pauses for a moment, then sets both halves of her apple on her plate, appetite apparently gone. “A cross means you’ll die in the coming year,” she explains. “It probably doesn’t mean anything.”

Bradford reaches over to give her hand a squeeze assure assure her.

Her father stands and clears some plates from the table. He returns with a large bowl of water and a handful of walnut shells and candles. Eugene and Lýdie both make a grab for the shells and candles as soon as they’re on the table.

“Another fortune telling tradition,” Tatiana’s mother explains to him. “You make a boat, and if it floats across the bowl you will travel much in the new year, if it stays at the edge you will stay in one place. Tánička’s has always floated around.”

“It’s just coincidence,” Tatiana retorts with a shrug. Nevertheless, she passes him a shell and a candle and shows him how to make a little boat.

Once everyone had made theirs, they plop them in the water and light the candles one by one. Lýdie’s, Jaromír’s, and Eugene’s easily float across the bowls. Bradford’s follows theirs after clinging to the side for a long moment. Tatiana and her parents’ never move away from the rim of the bowl.

Eugene makes a face at Tatiana which she returns with a scowl. Her mother laughs at them and brings the bowl back into the kitchen.

The rest of them stand with her and her father urges them all back into the living room. They all take the spots they were in during the afternoon, except for her father, who sits on the floor beside the tree. Once her mother joins them, he offers Bradford the first gift.

“We weren’t really sure what to get you, and Taňa wouldn’t give us many suggestion, but we hope you like it,” her father says.

He opens it to find a bottle of whiskey with a name he does not want to attempt to pronounce. He pops it open to take a whiff regardless. “If your taste in alcohol is anything like Tanya’s, I’m sure it’s great. I’ll have to try it once my stomach isn’t so full,” he says, smiling at them. “Thank you.”

Her father laughs and continues to hand gifts out to his family. Tatiana visibly gets nervous when her father picks up another gift, and he understands when it’s passed to him.

“Lýdie helped me pick this out, so if you don’t like it….” Tatiana trails off.

Lýdie tosses a wad of ripped wrapping paper at her sister’s head. “Don’t throw me under the bus!” she calls.

Bradford ignores them and unwraps the present to find a simple wooden case. Within the case, sits a sleek silver dive watch with a glorious blue face. Behind the arms of the main face sits another pair of arms, keeping time of their own. It takes him a moment, but he realizes the main face tells the time at home in Virginia, and the smaller one matched the time here in Pilsen.

“It’s beautiful,” he says, looking up at Tatiana again. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

“Flip it over,” she suggests quietly.

He does. ‘Even when we’re apart, I’m still at your side’ the inscription reads. Without a word he leans in and presses a kiss to her lips. “It’s perfect,” he assures.

Her father hands her another present while Bradford fastens the watch to his wrist. He glances at the gift and offers her a nervous smile.

She catches his nervous look and is careful with tearing the paper off. Similarly to his gift, the paper comes off to reveal a wooden case. She glances up at him before undoing the latches, offering him a questioning look. The moment she opens it and sees what was inside her hands fly up to cover her mouth.

“What is it?” her mother asks, leaning over to try and get a look.

Tatiana delicately picks up the pistol from its case and shows it to the rest of her family.

“It’s from the civil war,” Bradford explains sheepishly. “I thought your collection could use an American contribution.”

“It’s-” Tatiana’s voice catches in her throat before she can say anything substantial. She places the pistol back into the case. She closes it and carefully sets it on the coffee table.

The moment the space between them is clear, she practically flings herself into Bradford’s arms. She presses her face into his shoulder and mumbles something incomprehensible except for a flurry of ‘thank you’s.

They finish out unwrapping gifts still tangled in each other arms, only finally separating again when Lýdie and Jaromír gathered their things to leave. Lýdie gave hugs to all of them, even Bradford, though Jaromír instead kept to handshakes for everyone save their mother.

“It was nice to meet you,” Jaromír says to him “You’ll be joining us at the wedding, yes?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Bradford assures.

Jaromír offers him a small smile and follows Lýdie out the door. The remaining five of them wave them off as they head off into the night.

Bradford grabs the bottle of whiskey and the case containing Tatiana’s pistol and brings them upstairs to their room where they will be relatively safe. When he heads back down the stairs he is greeted first by the sound of Czech yelling, and then by the sight of Tatiana with her head in her hands, her mother pointing at a shoe with it’s toe pointing at a doorway, and her brother and father just barely keeping from laughing.

Tatiana looks up at him when she hears him approach, then glares at her brother with all the might the army had instilled within her. She tells him something in Czech that sounds more like a threat than anything else.

Her brother keeps laughing, but otherwise things calm down. The five of them continue talking for a long while until Tatiana finally stifles a yawn.

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” she says. “Are you going to be up much longer?”

Bradford shakes his head. “I’ll be up in a moment,” he assures.

She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, then heads up the stairs. He finishes his drink, says good night to her parents, and follows her up.

The minute he is through the doorway she grabs him and drags him inside. She kicks the door shut and presses him against it, sealing her lips over his. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her against him.

“I knew you couldn’t have been tired already,” he teases when they part for air.

“I’ve been wanting to get you alone since I saw that pistol.”

“You’ve got me now.” He leans in and catches her lips in another kiss.

She wastes no time in pulling him back towards their bed.

#xcom #my writing #xcom discord was a mistake #this ended up being a lot longer than i thought it was #im probably going to read this in the morning before i post it and hate it #but still #take it #have a look into the mercier family dynamic and how cute they could all be if you know #aliens didnt happen

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