Tumgik
#THE LIL PUPPIES SCRAMBLING ON ICE
houjichas · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“so tell us, guys: how can we make hockey more fun? did somebody say puppies?”
(ps: oh my god. if you want to see kittens, rats, and even an octopus on ice, this reblog has incredible details)
15K notes · View notes
ssahotchnerr · 9 months
Note
Surprise blanket fort date night with Aaron and ice cream?
pillow talk
🥹 omg cw; mentions of food, lil suggestive comments, fluff <333333333
most nights after working late, aaron came home to a quiet apartment; you and jack both asleep, the occasional soft hum of the dishwasher filling the quiet atmosphere, the light in the corner always left on.
however tonight, that wasn't the case. instead, aaron opened the front door only to find a rather complicated design right in the middle of the living room.
bedsheets were draped over a few dining room chairs to provide a foundation, a tunnel made of couch cushions were on one side, there was a large sheet acting as a roof. the front, however, was all open, allowing much easier access inside, and that's where you currently were. the room was also dim, only being lit by that same lamp and a few candles spaced sporadically.
"hi," you greeted from inside, laying on your stomach and your face brightening at the sight of him. you effortlessly tossed aside your current read, the book occupying yourself until aaron came home.
aaron couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, an amused, astounded yet slightly confused expression on his face. "what's this?"
"what does it look like?" you grinned, patting the empty space besides you. "c'mere."
after shrugging off his suit jacket and placing his briefcase aside, aaron quickly joined, easing onto his stomach right next to you. he also grabbed onto a nearby pillow, laying it under his chest for extra comfort.
once he was in reach, and grabbing ahold of the neck of his tie to pull him even closer, you brought your lips to his, happy to have him home. after you pulled away, aaron couldn't help but give you yet another in return, he's missed you.
a pleased breath escaped you after he retreated, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you, simply smiling at each other like idiots.
"i honestly can't remember the last time i was in a blanket fort." aaron laughed breathlessly, looking at the structure of sheets, blankets, pillows galore surrounding the two of you.
"that's a huge problem then," you laughed, poking his side teasingly. still, the vibrant smile remained on your face and you let out a sigh full of content. "it was jack's idea. he wanted to build one after he finished his homework. so we grabbed all the blankets we could find - oh by the way, we have to remake our bed before we go to sleep - and we made popcorn, watched a movie. instead of cleaning it up, i don't know, i thought it'd be a fun surprise for you."
"it is." aaron confirmed, leaning over and pressing his lips to yours again happily. you always tended to ramble a bit when filling him in on what he missed, or details about your day. and he loved every second of it.
in return, your cheeks flushed - no matter how many times he's kissed you, no matter how long the two of you have been together, he's always had that effect on you. "you know what would make this even better?"
"i mean, i can think of a few things." aaron's eyebrows raised in suggestion.
with a roll of your eyes you playfully shoved him, resulting in his laughter. "mhm, i'm sure you can. and yes, but first," your eyes softened, giving him that puppy-dog-look he could never say no to. "ice cream?"
a small smile graced his face, looking at you fondly before agreeing, "ice cream."
with an excited squeal, you quickly scrambled to your feet and hurried into the kitchen, in search of the carton and two spoons, and leaving aaron feeling like he was absolutely the luckiest man in the world.
and in all honesty, he was.
375 notes · View notes
thesupreme316 · 6 months
Note
Hey hun! I was wondering if you wrote for Takeshita? If you do can I have him and a gender neutral reader baking cinnamon rolls together?
Cinnabon Love (Konosuke Takeshita x GN!Reader):
Summary: You and Takeshita bake cinnamon rolls together.
Word Count: 931
Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to anon for requesting this (sorry for taking so long). also thanks for being patient. it was my first time writing for him but I hope I did him justice. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.
Warnings: I AM TALKING ABOUT PRE DON CALLIS (EW) TAKESHITA CUZ MY LIL CINNAMON ROLL BOI WAS PURE AND DELIGHTFUL
Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff @triscillal
We all know that Takeshita loves Cinnabon
Like you were even doubting that he loves you because of how much he talks about it/eats it
I mean did he have a relationship confirmation on Twitter with the company
You: So is this our relationship? Or am I the third-wheeler?
Takeshita: You are the third wheeler….don’t ever think otherwise
You never understood what was so special about them…especially when you could get a whole pack from Walmart at a cheaper price
He gave you major side-eyes when you said that
Sometimes he would be very heartbroken that he couldn’t get some either due to a time crunch or the state not having one
So when you told him that you could make some at home; he lit up like a Christmas tree
But he quickly went back to his pouting state as he said he was a horrible baker
To which all you said was that he just had to put the desert on the sheet and bake it
You took him to the store and he just stared at the different products Cinnabon had
Cinnamon rolls, cookies, cake, even breakfast sandwiches
But he ultimately decided to get cinnamon rolls and cookies after a rough day (of Don Callis trying to corrupt his sweet mind)
You brought the bags in as Takeshita raced to the kitchen, slamming the chilled dough on the counter. Quickly, you put the groceries up while Takeshita was scrambling for bowls. Once he found said bowl and slammed the cabinet door shut, he slumped his shoulders, pausing all actions. You looked over at him confused, questioning why he suddenly lost energy.
“Takeshita, honey, what’s wrong?” You asked
He looked over at you with puppy dog eyes, “I don’t know what to put in the bowl. Even if I did, I can’t bake.” If this man was a dog, you would have sworn you saw his tail stop wagging. You giggled a little bit.
“Honey, we don’t have to mix anything. Cinnabon has their rolls ready to bake.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his tall (beautiful, structured, golden, toned-) body. He smiled as he put an arm over your back, reciprocating the embrace. But you couldn’t help to notice that his hand twitched when it made contact with your back, it only does that when a certain thing happens. You sighed as you proceeded to ask, “Takeshita, did you slam your finger in the cabinet?” He nodded slowly against the top of your head. “Do you want ice?”
A moment of silence went by, and as soon as you were gonna repeat yourself, Takeshita spoke up in a very sheepish and quiet tone, “Yes, please.”
After getting him the ice, you instructed him to sit down as you popped open the cylinder of cinnamon roll dough. His eyes lit up as he saw the raw dough rise ever so slightly. With his other hand, he started to place the rolls in the buttered pan. You soon had to take over as he nearly ate a raw roll and almost dropped the pan.
You slid the full pan into the hot oven, damn near burning your eyebrows off. As you closed the oven door, music started to play in the background. You turned around to Takeshita doing a little dance, making you laugh. You joined in and started dating as time went on. As the rolls were baking, Takeshita played some of his favorite songs and reminisced about the trips you two would take to different bakeries (each time having a different lead-up).
As the last minutes approached, Takeshita just sat in front of the oven, waiting for it to ding. When it did, you nearly ate the floor trying to make sure he didn’t open it immediately and take out the scorching pan.
“Why are you getting in the way of my love?” He pouted. You rolled your eyes as he basically disregarded you.
“They need to cool down first and then you can touch them…you overgrown toddler.” You said smacking his noninjured hand away.
As soon as the rolls came out of the oven, Takeshita started to ice them (you didn’t even know when he heated the icing). You stayed back and just watched as joy overtook his face. You loved seeing him so happy, especially after a long week of traveling and wrestling. You knew he needed this; a very cheap and content version of therapy.
You watched him plate a single cinnamon roll, grab a fork, and dig into it. Biting into it, a smile took over Takeshita’s face (and yours as well). “How does it taste?” You asked leaning your head on your hand.
“It tastes even better cause we made it together.” He said with a massive grin on his face. Your heart fluttered at the statement. You reached over the counter, aiming to pick up a roll. But your chance was quickly stopped as Takeshita’s hand lightly hit yours with the icing spoon. You dropped your jaw in disbelief as he didn’t allow you to get a treat. “No, you can eat one of your disgusting Walmart rolls.” He said with a mocking voice. Your face scrunched up before he gave you a small corner of his on a napkin.
The nerve of this man….but you still loved him regardless.
49 notes · View notes
hallwriteblr · 10 months
Text
just a silly lil one-shot
Tumblr media
...
tw for terminal illness, allusion to possible suicide, death, and grief total word count 3980 status completed(?)
He meets her in a café.
She is not the first and she will not be the last, but she is different, unique, and he knows the moment he sees her that she will break his heart.
She's new. He can tell because she looks stressed as hell, clumsily preparing a customer's order and following after her more experienced coworker like a lost puppy. Her blonde hair is in disarray, looking more like hay than anything that belongs on a person's head. Strands of gold have slipped free of her ponytail, cascading behind her like the path of water on too-shallow streams. Her eyes are wide with something akin to hysteria, rings of blue darting to every corner of the small space behind the counter.
She looks like she's on the verge of a mental breakdown.
She has also not noticed him standing directly in front of her. He's been staring at her for the past ten seconds now.
Make that fifteen.
Now twenty.
He clears his throat, loudly, pursing his lips against a smile when she jumps out of her skin. She straightens up, wheezes through a breath of air, and barely has the mind to put on a smile (grimace) before she sucks in another harsh breath through gritted teeth and says, "Hi, howareyoudoinghowmayItakeyourorder?"
He blinks, eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs.
She huffs out a pained chuckle. "S-Sorry," she tacks on, wringing her hands together behind her back—a common nervous gesture. "I... I'm new. Like, very. Real— Really, really new. Ha." She shakes her head, as if to scramble her mind back into working order, and yanks her hands up to grip either side of the register. "Yeah, you-you probably knew that. Uhm... Right. Order. What... What can I get you, sir?" Her eyes widen impossibly further at that, and she hurries to correct herself: "I-I mean... Sir, right? It's... Uhm. I didn't mean to-to assume or anything. I—"
This time, he can't stop his laugh. He tries to hide it by clearing his throat again, but the way her face twists into a pout (Adorable, comes an unbidden thought) proves he failed.
"You're fine," he says. Despite already knowing exactly what he wants, he allows his eyes to stray back to the menu on the wall behind her, letting his gaze linger in however much time it'll take for the poor girl to get herself back together. When the student behind him starts tapping an impatient rhythm on the counter, he says, "I'd like one of your soy iced vanilla lattes. Eight shots of espresso, seven packs of sugar, three creams. Largest size. Maybe add in some caramel, I've..."
His eyes return to her.
She's staring at him in a daze. Probably has been for longer than socially acceptable. Not that he's one to say, considering he'd done so for longer when she was zoned out behind the register.
"What," is all she says.
His lips curl into a smile. This might take a while.
——
"What's your name?" she asks, marker in shaky hand and cup in other shaky hand.
"Sage," he says.
"Oh, cool," she replies. "I'm Zoey." The introduction is brief, automatic, off-handed. She's stumbling away through his order before he gets the chance to comment, to tell her that it's a nice name.
Zoey. It's Greek and stands for "life," appropriately representing "eternal life." If she wasn't spilling coffee grains all over the floor, he'd tell her that it was ironic, considering that she'll die within the next three years.
————————
Sage spends a lot of his time in cafés. The popular ones, especially—the ones always bustling with people. You'd expect someone like him to be on the opposite side of reality from anything that breathes, but Sage has learned that avoidance leads to nothing. The inevitability of outliving everyone is just that—inevitable. To try escaping fate is a feat reserved for fools, after all, and Sage's curse of an immortal body and a mortal heart is something he must simply accept.
Though if he hadn't the knowledge of when and how everyone he will ever come to love will die, then perhaps keeping himself sane throughout the years would be more... manageable. Perhaps if the countdown was not reserved only for those he is destined to love but for everyone, he wouldn't be as broken. But for him to see numbers hovering over people he wouldn't bat an eye at otherwise, for him to be told who he is to love and for how long he is capable of loving them...
It hurts.
Alas, the world despises everyone unfairly and unequally, and Sage is no exception. He can only live. Forever, in an eternal cycle of heartbreak.
"Do you believe in soulmates?" Zoey asks him one day.
Sage sometimes finds it amusing how his younger self wouldn't be here with her. He was harsh and bitter then, unwilling to accept what had happened, what he had done to himself, froth dusting his lips as he snapped at anyone who dared to get close, afraid to get his spirit torn to pieces again. Because there was always something to tear, he found out eventually, no matter how empty he felt.
But now, Sage is too tired to be at war. Let the world be cruel. Sage knows that she only has so much time, so he might as well make the most of it.
Sage is allowing himself to fall, is the one pushing to be closer, is someone who wants to love. Perhaps it's delusion. Perhaps it's a mistake. Perhaps he has grown so used to the pain that he now actively seeks it. Perhaps he's lost his mind. The details are irrelevant.
Sage has chosen to approach Zoey, ignored the numbers floating above her strawberry-blonde head, and has said, a gentle smile on his lips, "I'd like to get to know you better."
And he has. He wants to know everything about her. He's too old to continue drowning in regrets.
In the past year he's spent listening to her every word, he's learned so much. She likes the color brown, prefers cats over dogs, and killed a cactus when she was thirteen. She has a family: an annoying older brother named Zach and a mother named Zaira. She considers it creative that their names begin with the letter Z. She has a crush on her classmate, Elijah, but can't bring herself to confess. She spends so much time reading fanfiction and binge-watching anime that she worries she no longer has a life.
She wants to be a fashion designer. She wants to go to France. She wants to marry the stranger she met at a bus stop when she was fifteen years old. She wants to summon the courage to write her number on a napkin for a cute customer. She wants to get enough money to buy a house by the ocean. She wants three cats. She wants a good husband. She wants to raise two kids.
She won't be able to graduate.
Sage wants to be young again. He wants his anger back so he can curse the world for everything it's done. It would be a human thing to do.
He thinks being human again would be quite nice.
"Sage?" she prompts, and when his eyes clear and he snaps back to attention, she only smiles endearingly at him, rolling her eyes as she inhales what's left of her watermelon slushy—her favorite.
"Sorry," he says. He isn't. She's used to this by now. He curls the edge of his lip the tiniest bit, tilts his head in a way that would make many swoon. "I was busy admiring your eyes. They're quite beautiful, you know? Ravishing, almost. Do you know of the word 'pulchritudinous?' Well, I must say that those rings upon your pupils are most effervescent azure—"
She merely rolls those beautiful eyes again, unfazed. He knows she does not love him romantically, so he does not love her romantically either. He thinks he lost all ability to love someone that way. He thinks he's going to lose all ability to love at all. But Sage needs to have fun sometimes or he'd lose his mind.
"Flirt," she accuses.
"If the shoe fits."
She pops another of the café's crackers in her mouth. Not the crackers sold at the café she works at, mind. The ones at the rival café are better, she says, bold traitor that she is, so she always drags him here whenever she's on break for the "superior treats."
("Isn't there some kind of unwritten law that prohibits baristas from ordering from their employer's greatest fiends?" Sage had commented when they took their place at the end of the line.
Zoey simply huffed and turned to tell him, "Last I checked, no one gives ten shits about me wearing a Café le Restaurant apron at Grains de Café." He's always thought the names uncreative. "I'm free to come and go as I please... On break, of course."
Sage leaned down their six-inch height difference to conspiratorially whisper, "That barista is side-eyeing you. Perhaps he's dredging up a contingency plan to eliminate his vile competition."
Zoey punched his shoulder. Hard. Enough for him to flinch, actually, and it made him happy, seeing that she was still so strong. "Shut," she said, "and stop talking like you were born in the late Victorian Era... or some... overly pretentious, nerdy madman. You're making me feel decades younger than you. I'm pretty sure our age difference is only four years, not four centuries."
Sage only smiled.)
Now, at the table farthest from everyone else, with another ten minutes left of her break, she adds, impolitely (her mouth is very much full), "You haven't answered my question."
"Hmm?"
"Yep," she goes on. "Do you believe in soulmates?"
He arches his brow. "What brought this on?"
"I read too much fanfiction," she answers curtly. "Now, c'mon, tell me, tell me, tell—"
"Alright, alright," he says. "No need to get so rowdy."
"Ew. I hate that word. You should die."
She's so silly sometimes.
He makes a show of thinking, and she leans forward, impatient. Hand on his chin and forehead creased, he makes a low, noncommittal hum, and says, "No."
I believe in doomed souls, he never says. Souls that split each other apart.
Her eyebrows fly into the heavens. "Wellllll, okaayyyy," she says. "Ignorance. 'Tis ignorance that makes you think such, surely. I'm fixing that. What if I tell you all about them—" she glances at her watch— "with the seven minutes I have until I go back to being a suffering member of society? Maybe I can convince you that they exist, hmm?"
He chuckles. "Sure."
At that, she lifts her cup of hot chocolate (she ordered it despite Sage's warning that it doesn't mix well with watermelon slushies) in an offer for a toast, just because she can. He humors her, again, his own mug of hot chocolate clinking gently against hers. She tips her head back and chugs it all down like some sort of drunkard.
She could drink if she wanted to, he thinks. Alcohol, that is. Today's her twenty-first birthday. She could do whatever she wanted, including getting piss-drunk. She has time.
She has a year and a half to live.
...
still interested?
this funky mess is a part of my still-growing collection of one-shots on my wattpad page. you can read the rest here!
i'm planning on turning this concept into a novel one day. if you're interested in seeing what happens after the events of the one-shot, be sure to vote and interact with this post by any means you'd like!
(that way, i'll know people want to know more.)
let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!
25 notes · View notes
marvus-xoloto · 1 year
Note
If you’re still in a writing mood I was wondering if you could write a cute drabble based on a headcanon I have. I feel like when Mallek is drunk he’s not the boyfriend that waits at the door for you in the bathroom when you have to pee, he’s the boyfriend who follows you in and sits down resting his head on the sink. 😂 alternatively for you Marvus gives off the vibes that he would watch you pee, not for a kink just cause he’s peak weirdo energy
I p much completely misremembered the prompt while I was writing lmfao; I have another post I'm drafting for you just as a lil response bc I loved this prompt. I'm dealing with my own seasonal depression so I guess that's what I ended up writing. I'm sorry this isn't my best work; this was hard to write and honestly harder to post, but hey maybe it is something! I'm really not sure; it's hard for me to judge this time of year.
Just to clarify, I headcanon that trolls go to fight the horrible space war when they're about 21 years old / ~10 sweeps.
___
In Vino Veritastic
Pairing: Mallek/MSPAR | Rating: T | Words: 1684 | Content Warnings: angst, emetophobia (briefly), mentions of alcoholism/ substance abuse, mentions of depression, Alternia is terrible | AO3 Link on @chunky-ruckus, check the reblogs!
Tumblr media
Mallek is capital-S, complete with italics, dictionary definition Sloshed.
It wasn't apparant to you at first. The trashed hive? Mallek is a bit of a slob. The signs of stumbling around like a daywalker at midnight? Mallek isn't a morn- uh, evening person.
You noticed his shoes peeking over the top of his gamer chair.
He swiveled around like a super villan, all slow grace.
Mallek slurped on something frozen, his expression intensely blank, his cheeks hollow.
While hanging upside down in his gamer chair.
"Did you know these things are alcoholic?" he asked. And then he fell out of his chair, snorted out a half amused sound, and then, like the lusus he takes after, slithered slowly down onto the floor.
___
Your first plan ws to go to the kitchen. The best remedy for an impending hangover: ice water, your coup de glace.
But the kitchen is a complete mess: sink overflowing, fridge and freezer empty. Mallek is a bit of a slob. Mallek is not an evening person.
So now, in present tense, you are in the bathroom, waiting for the tap to cool down. It's early in the dim season: cold weather and cold blood means that Mallek's been down in his basement again, fucking with the water heater.
And now, in present tense, Mallek is capital-S, capital-everything, SLOSHED is outside the bathroom door. Pestering you.
"What are you doing drinking on a Tuesday?" you ask. Mallek is shoving his face through the gap in the door, features pouty like a sad puppy. You almost regret soft locking the door with a pile of his dirty laundry.
You hear a thump against the door and look over: he's shrugging with all of his strength, a caricature of apathy.
"It was me and Diemen," he says. "He wouldn't share his shit."
"You know he doesn't share-" you scramble for the worst meat-related amalgamation you can think of, "his Juicy Dripping Sausage with just anyone."
Mallek visably deflates. "Yeah." A beat of silence. "Well, the shady food stalls were his idea." Then he's pushing his way into the bathroom, sitting catty-corner to you against the wall. The dirty laundry sloshes against the tile floor disgustingly.
"Just going to walk in on me? What if I had been using the toilet instead of the tap?" He wouldn't be the first to see you like that. You like to pretend Alternia has beat the shame out of you by now, but you can still feel a slight flush creep up your neck.
"Guess I woulda stuck my head under the tap. Mighta been faster than whatever you're doing up there." He's not exactly slurring, but he is talking through wiping his nose on his sleeve. You add "laundry" to your mental load. God, why does Mallek bring out the Type-A in you so successfully?
"You woulda burned the shit out of yourself," you say, imitating his tone. "How do I turn this thing down?"
"Here," he says, scooting on his butt to push your legs out of the way, and then opening the cabinet beneath the sink. A bunch of hackey sacks spill out, and Mallek resolutely ignores them. You hear the mechanical clicking of something... mechanical. And then the water slowly goes from center of the planet hot to tepid enough.
Mallek wraps his arms around your legs, smiling a wobbly smile; watch out Charlie Brown. You pass him the glass of water and he drinks like a man dying. Of consumption. He's starting to look pale around the edges, and not his normal punk, barely sleeps pale.
He leans in, now, to your knees. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was trying to knock you out. But you have to admit: he feels amazing. Cool skin and solid weight. He stands, climbing up your body like a very drunken, sun loving plant. He burps into your ear.
Amazingly drunk.
"I love you," he says, dragging his mouth and his words down your cheek.
In vino veritastic.
God. The elephant that has politely standing in the doorway has just barged its way into the room. And this is a small fucking bathroom; damn Mallek and his lack of foresight. And his love for confessions in dank ass, wet ass, inappropriate places. The man is a menace.
You'd both been circling this issue for a while now. You'd been expecting, who knows, a sweet smile and a love-you-no-big-deal-haha over a clown themed happy meal at the skate park. You'd even taken to bringing a little candle with you- stolen from last month's midnight massacre- just to give him that romantic push.
You weren't expecting. This. Earnesty and alcohol and the clear signs that Mallek is going through it.
Mallek takes the rest of his icey, alcoholic abomination from inside his hoodie pocket- the man is a menace- and slurps it up with a little moan of delight.
Another sound you'd thought you'd hear in a different context.
"Marry me," he says- you're stupified, dumbfounded- before he sinks to his knees and is violently ill in the toilet.
Your fears about being walked in on are completely baseless; suddenly, you feel very much like you walked in on Mallek.
"How do you even know what human marriage is?"
"Diemen mentioned it." You have a sudden flashback to asking Diemen if you were married now, after he let you have a mustard packet he'd been saving, and the hour long explanation of human romance and customs that followed. You'd thought the moony eyed look he gave you was just... just that. His normal, moony eyed look. Guess you made an impression with that one, good going past you. Checkov's gun shoots you in the foot again.
"You know it's a, uh," Mallek interrupts you with a look up from the rim of the bowl, expression suddenly hard. The L'Ange Dechu, peering at you from behind his black, snotty sleeve. "Pretty serious. Commitment?" you squeak.
Mal'Ange Dechu does that thing again, that sad puppy visably deflating. In a fit of stressed induced hysteria, you remember that video of that pudding shaped like a little puppy, and the spoon cutting through it. Mallek is that pudding puppy, and you are the spoon.
He leans his head in the crook of his elbow. You realize the tap is still running. Out of habit, you refill the glass.
"They always leave," he says, spitting in the bowl. "After drone season."
"It's not drone season now, is it?" You aren't sure, but, hey, nobody has made the moves on you lately, so it's probably as good a guess as any. "I'm here now, aren't I?" You slink down to the floor with him, soothing him with your hand on his back. "I want to be with you," you say softly, sick of the elephant in the room. "So, I'll stay, no matter the season."
He arches into your touch, sighing. "No you won't," he says, not looking at you. You try again but Mallek is gripping the rim of the toilet like he's possessed. "No," he repeats emphatically. "You won't. Because whether you leave again-" it just now occurs to you that the same time has passed here as on earth, when you were on your personal quest to pester. You wonder how that effected Mallek; you never thought to ask- "or not, I will. At the end of my ten sweeps, I'll be sent out to space."
You pass him the water, and he drinks. Tepid trails leak from the corner of his mouth, and you wipe one away with your thumb, cupping his jaw.
"I've been known to teleport," you say, trying for humor. Or charm. Or anything- anything!- to change the tone of this conversation.
Which is unnecessary because Mallek is sick again.
"I don't want you to see me like that," he says sadly from the toilet.
I'm already seeing you like this, you say to yourself. But you don't say it outloud, just in case it hurts his feelings. Instead, you try for charm again. "I'm sure you'll be the same Mallek. Fighting with everything you've got." You wiggle your fingers at him. "Subterfuging and being rebellious."
Mallek stares at you, contemplating. "I'm tired," he says simply. You understand the shades of meaning. "You know, we only really get to be ourselves on Alternia. That's how it is for all trolls." His face falls. "Topside, it's like we're all just acting in the empire sanctioned play."
"No robo-buddies in space," you say.
"No robo-buddies in space," he repeats, but his tone is light. "Lots of clowns, though."
"You know, good plays are made great through improv." Mallek doesn't react, and you notice he's got his eyes closed.
You guess there were less shades of meaning to I'm tired than you thought.
You help him stand up, your own personal squirm-on-a-string. As you take him to his respiteblock, you have to reconsider your wording: squirm-on-a-string sounds dirty when you're stripping him down to his boxers, throwing his ruined hoodie into the incinerator.
With your combined efforts, he drops into his coon with a goopy splash. Whether through hind brain instinct or some deep need to be comforted, he immediately curls his arms around his chest, loose with drowsiness.
You stroke his hair, kiss him on the temple.
"So does this mean we're married now, since I've cleaned up your vomit, undressed you, and put you to bed?" He laughs once- a single ahuh- but it's a genuine laugh so you'll take the W on this one.
You pull back to leave, and he grabs you by the hip. He looks up at you; the dark circles under his eyes in stark releif at this angle.
"Do you love me?" he slurs, trying in vain to stay awake.
You don't have to think about it. "I do."
But he's already asleep.
You know this about people. About Mallek specifically. It's not just planets that go through seasons. As the sky turns darker, so, too, does Mallek.
Well, if you're the guy with powers from a sun, why not? Why not try?
You start with the kitchen.
84 notes · View notes
muffindaddystyles · 3 years
Note
18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕
19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”
18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”
40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”
A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.
Tumblr media
Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.
She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.
At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.
She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.
She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,
Daddy, home?
His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.
Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.
“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.
“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.
It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?
That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.
Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.
“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.
Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.
Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.
The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.
“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.
“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.
“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”
“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.
In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.
“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.
“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.
“Over my lap.” He says firmly.
“No.”
He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.
He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.
“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.
He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.
She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.
“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.
“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.
“And what do bad girls get?”
“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.
How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.
“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.
Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.
Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.
Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.
“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.
“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.
Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.
He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.
She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.
“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.
Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.
“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.
“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.
His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.
He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.
“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.
“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.
“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.
Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.
“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.
“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.
“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.
She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.
Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.
..
“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.
They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.
The overestimation thingy.
Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.
She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.
“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.
“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.
“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.
“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.
She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.
His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.
“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.
“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.
She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.
White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.
She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.
Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.
“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.
A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.
“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.
“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.
She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.
“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.
“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.
“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.
“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)
No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.
“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.
Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.
She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.
He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.
“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.
900 notes · View notes
schwizzle-schwartz · 3 years
Text
I'm Your Buckaroo, I Wanna Be Like You - Jaden Schwartz
Inspired by “Watching You” by Rodney Atkins
You smiled to yourself as you listened to Jaden talk to Finley. Since the day Finley was born, he followed Jaden’s lead. His dad was his favorite person. And as he grew up, you saw more and more of Jaden in him.
Jaden was driving down 40, coming back from a long day at the Zoo. You were uploading the photos you had taken throughout the day onto the Cloud so you could send the album to your moms - always eager for pictures of their grandson. Their grandson who was now three and happily munching on his Happy Meal chicken nuggets. And then Jaden slammed on the breaks and swerved onto the shoulder as a semi-truck cut him off, narrowly missing the car.
“Shit!” a little voice yelled from the backseat as Jaden threw the car in park.
Yours and Jaden’s heads both whipped around and you saw Finley soaked with his milk, fries scattered around the footwell of the backseat. He looked upset over his dinner being ruined, and uncomfortable with his clothes soaked, but he looked unharmed.
“Where’d you learn that word, Fin?” you asked as Jaden carefully got out the car.
“Daddy,” Finley responded as Jaden opened the back door on the passenger side.
You glared at Jaden, who refused to meet your gaze as he unbuckled Finley and took him around to the backend of the car to get him changed into a dry set of clothes and check him over for any potential injuries as you got out of the car and cleaned out the backseat so he wouldn’t have to go back into a wet car seat.
“You shouldn’t say that word, Fin,” you heard Jaden telling your son lightly.
“But you say it,” Fin argued.
“I know. But I shouldn’t have said it around you. It’s a grown up word.”
You smiled to yourself as you listened to Jaden talk to Finley. Since the day Finley was born, he followed Jaden’s lead. His dad was his favorite person. And as he grew up, you saw more and more of Jaden in him.
“Alright, buckaroo, I think mom is done cleaning out the car seat so let’s get you home, yeah?”
“Can I have ice cream when we get home?”
“I think we can make that happen.”
Jaden got Finley buckled in and shut the door before turning to you, “He’s okay.”
“Any other grown up words I should be expecting from him?” you raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” Jaden laughed.
“Just… he follows your lead.”
“I know.”
You laughed and mentioned that he should make sure to tell Brayden about it before getting in the car.
Fin fell asleep a couple minutes from home.
“Should we move him or drive around until he wakes up on his own?” you asked, looking back at the sleeping mini-me of Jaden.
“I’ll carry him inside,” Jaden responded.
And he managed to actually move the three year old from the car up to his bedroom.
You watched from the doorway as Finley stirred a little bit as Jaden changed him into his pjs.
“Daddy?” he asked sleepily, eyes barely opening.
“It’s okay, kiddo,” Jaden whispered, “go back to sleep.”
“But ice cream.”
“You can ice cream for breakfast.”
And you really hoped that that was an empty promise.
“Mommy?”
You walked into the room as Jaden tucked Fin in and sat next to Jaden on the edge of the bed, “Right here, baby.”
“Can you read me a story?”
You smiled and nodded, grabbing one of the dinosaur books - and you blamed Brayden for the dinosaur phase Finley was currently going through - and settled down at the head of the bed, Finley curled into your side and Jaden laying down on the other side of your son.
By the time the story was done, both your boys were out like a light. You carefully got up and smiled softly as Fin shifted further into Jaden. You turned on the Scooby-Doo night light and turned off the overhead light before closing the door softly.
+
Finley loved watching his dad play hockey. He loved going to the rink in his dad’s jersey. He loved running around Enterprise Center - following Vladi’s kids, and any of the older kids, around the hallways of the arena like they owned the place.
He watched from the glass in the Family and Friends suite, face pressed against the glass as he stood between Aleksandr and Mason, the number 17 on his back under the “Lil Schwartzy” name plate. The jersey had been a birthday present from Bortz - one that Brayden topped when he presented the puppy. The puppy Jaden had known about and forgot to tell you about that Fin promptly hugged and named Dino.
“I’m gonna be a hockey player like Daddy!” Finley grinned up at you as you joined him at the glass, “And I’m gonna score like Daddy, too!”
“How does Daddy score?” you asked with a smile.
“Like this!”
Finley mimed shooting the puck and fell down. You threw a hand over your mouth but it did nothing to hide your laugh.
“Well, you have to learn how to do that safely,” you replied, “Daddy has a lot of practice so he knows how to fall down safely.”
“I’m gonna ask Daddy to teach me!”
You laughed and smiled as the lights dimmed and the Hype Video started. And Finley’s face was back to being pressed against the glass as Tom Calhoun’s booming voice welcomed the Blues onto the ice.
+
Jaden usually did bedtime duty when he was home, it gave him extra time to bond with Finley. And you liked watching them.
You watching from the doorway as Finley scrambled out bed and knelt down next to it.
“What are you doing?” Jaden laughed, kneeling down next to Finley.
“Praying,” Finley replied like it was obvious.
“Praying?” Jaden’s voice was a little breathy and you smiled.
“Yeah,” Finley nodded, “now shh.”
Jaden folded his own hands and Finley’s voice filled the room, “Dear God. Thank you for my ice cream sundae today. It was really good and Uncle Schenner got whipped cream sprayed on him, which was funny. Thank you for helping Daddy score two goals last night. Thank you for the yummy food Mommy makes and for the ice that Daddy plays on. Please help Mason be less annoying and please me and Artim have fun at the Magic House tomorrow. Amen.”
“Amen,” Jaden whispered as Finley clambered back into the bed, “Where’d you learn to pray like that?”
“I saw you do it in the garage the other night,” Finley answered, “I asked Mommy what you were doing and she said that sometimes you talked to God.”
“She’s right,” Jaden nodded.
“Did I do it right?”
“There’s no wrong way to pray,” Jaden replied, pulling the blankets up.
“I think I should practice more,” Finley replied, “so I can be really good at it.”
Jaden chuckled, knowing that he needed more than five minutes to explain that praying was competitive, and kissed his forehead, “Good night, Fin.”
“Night, Daddy.”
+
“You okay?” you asked softly as Jaden fixed a bowl of ice cream and settled next to you on the couch.
“He’s growing up so fast,” Jaden replied, holding out a bite of the sundae for you, “Every day he’s getting bigger.”
“I think he’s grown two inches this month,” you replied, “It’s part of life. He’s going to grow up. You can’t stop it.”
“I know,” Jaden sighed, “I just don’t want to lose him.”
“You won’t. He’ll always be your buckaroo.”
“Until he’s a teenager and hates me.”
“He won’t hate you.”
“And then, before we know it, he’ll be at college and we’ll have an empty nest.”
“Would it help if he had a younger sibling?”
Jaden looked at you with confusion and you pulled the ultrasound out of the pages of your book and handed it over.
And Jaden lit up.
10 notes · View notes
clarasfm · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒: 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚 .
𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lil sloane bc she got her personality from me 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: sick burn to go w/ my matching farmer’s tan 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lads ft @cohentm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: idfc bro i’m in love w/ a god damn pipsqueak ft @oliviasfm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: weekend off & down to the coast ft clara , cohen , nat , & liv 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: liv capturing the exact moment @gifms called me slenderman??? the fuck
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 , the easiest of the sloane family to love . . . 
if you ask clara , she’ll be the first to tell you that CAM was the best of them . in fact , if you ask anyone , they’d tell you that CAM was the best of them . the best son . the best big brother . the best boyfriend . the best best friend . the best hockey player dillon had ever seen . . . and despite all of these BESTS , if you asked him , he would’ve given you another name .
he was three when clara came along , on his toes with his nose pressed to the glass as he stood next to his father , asking which baby was theirs . cam didn’t really talk much as a kid , but when he did , it was question after question . why is she in there , not out here ? why is she bald ? is her nose always going to be that smushed ? what’s her name ? and they gave him a choice : chloe , caroline , callie , or clara . with a wild imagination , and the nutcracker a december tradition , there was no contest and cameron –– who originally wanted a puppy –– was happy to welcome clara home . 
he was TEN when their mother left without so much as a word . the school called jack thirty minutes past pickup when two tiny sloanes were the only ones left , sitting side by side on a bench , swinging their legs back and forth . by then , he’d stopped asking questions and STARTED answering them . clara’s , to be exact , because from a young age , cam had patience like no one else and a willingness to TEACH when it was needed . and it was much needed as a family of four was reduced to three , and neither of them quite understood what they’d done wrong to make her leave . 
he was FIFTEEN when he taught clara to skate . . . among other things . on ice , on pavement , on a board , on blades . he’d taught her how to throw a football and spotted her when she practiced tumbling in the backyard . high school was HARD , but his grades were decent , and that’s all they had to be . . . because cam was damn near the best hockey player there was . there was no real teenage rebellion for him . he was too busy on the ice , with his team , or playing dad #2 at home . any REBELLION was found in his two best friends . . . cohen and beck . a kid who never smiled and one who couldn’t seem to stop . they were an odd group , to say the least , but he’d always wanted brothers , and he was happy to find them in dillon . not that it was hard ; people LIKED cam . he was . . . responsible and kind , funny and , as clara would come to call him , anal retentive . type a . completely and utterly obsessed with making sure his hair flopped in the right place . . . and making sure she got her homework done each night . they fought . a lot . because cameron was BOSSY and clara didn’t listen . 
he as SEVENTEEN when he fell in love with eyes bluer than any ocean he’d ever had the luck of running into . it was weird , at first , because olivia was not meant to be anything more than clara’s friend . . . who wouldn’t fucking leave their house . . . or the lingering thoughts in his head . she was FUNNIER than anyone he’d ever known , and he kissed her for the first time on the fourth of july , under the noise of fireworks and laughter . she never missed a hockey game , and he loved her for it . she never failed to make him smile , and he loved her for it . she was a little bit fucking weird . . . and he loved her for it . 
he was NINETEEN when things really started to look up . college was going well , and you bet he was still in love . that punk sister of his wasn’t turning out half bad . . . so it seemed he did a pretty good job . he’d declared his major his second semester at dillon : ELEMENTARY EDUCATION , and it was almost as natural as hockey . on the weekends , he taught lessons at the local rink and coached a team of middle school boys on the ice . friday nights were date night , and sundays were meant for SLOANE family dinners . life was painstakingly good , and the only thing you’d hear him complaining about was how often cohen kept him out all night –– not that it was earnest .
he was freshly TWENTY-ONE when he died , and it’s not what you think . it’s not very often texas finds itself drenched in a downpour , but this one had come faster than anyone expected . cam was behind the wheel after a post - game party , not a drop of alcohol in his blood , but his friends were long past gone . he’d wrestled the keys away from one of them and took the liberty of driving everyone home . or –– that was the intention . at a quarter to two in the morning , the sloane house flooded with flashing RED AND BLUE . coach was pulled out of his bed late into the night , and clara , of course , followed . a car accident . four in the vehicle , three survivors . . . but one of them was hardly hanging on . in fact , the only thing keeping him hanging on was a mess of machines and wires and needles . 
he’d hate this , clara mumbled from the opposite side of the room , arms folded over her chest , he’d hate this more than anything . it was the first time she’d ever seen her FATHER cry as he choked out a broken acknowledgement , and despite the grip around her throat making it hard to BREATHE , she couldn’t bring herself to tears . not when her father signed the papers . not when she found herself sitting by his bedside , alone for the last time , with that furrowed brow and fidgeting fingertips . 
ALRIGHT , big guy . . . what if i tell you your HAIR looks like shit . . . or that i’m going to take your car MUDDIN’ or . . . listen , cam . now would be a real good time to pull off one of those miracles . 
because even then , just as she is now , clara was BLINDLY optimistic . but looking down at her brother , STAGNANT , she knew . he’d hate this , and she still didn’t cry as she nodded and whispered a broken it’s okay . i’ll be fine .
she still didn’t cry as the machines were turned off or the last exhale deflated his chest . she still didn’t cry at the wake , the funeral . not the night after , not the week after . she was too STUBBORN . . . to angry to cry . 
instead , it came nearly a MONTH later when a stubborn dishwasher rack wouldn’t pull out and a plate came shattering to the ground . everything that she’d BOTTLED UP came rushing to the surface , and once the tears began , they couldn’t stop . she couldn’t speak ; she could hardly BREATHE . crumbled on the kitchen floor , cut after scrambling to pick up the glass , and SLAMMED with an emotion never taught her how to deal with . it was call coach could do to call olivia , who quietly sank to the ground with her and held on tight . 
it’s not often that you’ll see CLARA SLOANE cry . . . because it’s not often that it happens . instead , you’ll find anger . . . or indifference . . . and it’s a fatal flaw that needs TIME to heal , just as she does . 
still , her father doesn’t much talk about cameron . his room remains untouched , his car under a tarp in the shed . 
still , she’ll talk about him every now and then . . . when she’s comfortable , with faint laughter and the same sparkle in her eye that cam got when someone said something funny . 
still , she can’t step foot into the rink he’d loved so much . . . just as she doesn’t know how to talk to coach about him . 
but with time comes healing , and clara tries to keep him in the back of her mind , making the BIG life choices with cam’s wishes as a guiding light .
16 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
Life Gains it’s Magic 
Summary: It’s hard not to have a major crush on the angel that is Steve Rogers, and just because none of your friends can blame you for it, doesn’t mean they can’t tease you about it. 
Word Count: 3249
Authors note: my lil summary doesn’t do this fic justice! honestly this one is gonna pull at your heart strings and make you feel like all the avengers just want the freakin best for you!!
For my more “spicy” fics click:  here
p.s masterlist under construction
***if you reblog/comment on my fics there’s now a 110% chance you’ve made my heart flutter*** 
    Steve picked his head up at the sound of footsteps, his expression softening as he realized who the sound belonged to. His eyes quickly scanned up and down your body, although he wished he could admire you for longer, and he found himself mirroring that infamous smile of yours.
“Hey (y/n)”, it was short and sweet but all he could manage. It was wild, but being around you had this affect on him. To put things simply, he was sure he embodied the look of a love sick pup.
You sat down across from him at the kitchen table. He watched as you tilted your head to the side, and he wished so badly to know what you were thinking. You placed your phone down onto the table face down, silently telling him that he had your full attention.
Of course he picked up on it, and it made his smile grow. You propped your head up by placing your hand below your chin, “I thought you were supposed to be training the new recruits?”.
It wasn’t that you wanted Steve to leave, if anything you wanted him to stay forever, you were just curious as to why he was wearing navy blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt instead of his suit.
Steve placed down his paper, a more obvious sign that you had his full attention. He held your gaze, “Sam told me, while really threatened me, into taking a break. Said I need to check myself before I wreck myself, but I really think he misses taking charge”.
You let out a small giggle at Steve’s impression of Sam, it was spot on. Steve felt proud of himself for making you laugh, as if it was as great of an accomplishment as the Medal of Honor.
“I have to say I’m kinda bummed that your pjs aren’t star spangled, or camo”.
It was Steve’s turn to laugh, but unbeknown to him it also had an affect on you. The way he always licked his lips before letting out hearty chuckle made your heart flutter. Sometimes you wondered how many hearts he had silently broken just by being this effortlessly sexy.
Steve took a sip of his coffee, “Oh Tony bought me my very own Captain America onesie last Christmas, but I only break it out on special occasions”. For what felt like the hundredth time since you’d walked into the kitchen and sat down, the room was once again filled with laughter.
Steve had never had conversation just flow so seamlessly before. As much as being around you could make his head dizzy and his heartbeat quicken, you were one of the easiest people to talk to.
He felt his stomach drop as you began to look at him mischievously. You had a certain glimmer in your eyes, “Well my birthday is coming up soon..”. He couldn’t help but chuckle, and blush, as he caught on.
Steve hummed in response, “I can’t exactly say that isn’t a special occasion...but-”. He watched as you leaned forward and did a version of puppy-dog eyes that rivaled Bucky's’. You clasped your hands together, “It would be like the best birthday gift ever! Come on, Bucky showed me those old pictures of you doing press in the old Cap costume, so if you can sock ole’ Adolf in the face you can def rock a onesie! For me!”.
As Steve heard you pleadingly say, for me, he felt his heart melt. God there was no way he could ever say no to that, the words leaving your lips put him in a trace. You could’ve asked for his heart itself and he would’ve said yes.
Accepting defeat he told you, “How could I say no then, doll”. He hadn’t meant to include the pet name, but the second it left his lips it had awoken something inside of him. Steve had suddenly come face to face with an intense longing he had never felt before.
He wanted you, not just in that way, he just craved your presence. About every cheesy line from each Rom Com Bucky had made him watch flooded his mind. Steve wanted to breathe your air, to bask in your warmth, to just experience the magic that was you.
It wasn’t a moth drawn to a flame, or bears drawn to honey, it was like the way a plant bends toward the sun. Steve felt as though being with you would make him grow. Even just joking around with you made him feel more confident and free, just as how sunlight nourishes a shadow-ridden plant.
The table began to vibrate as your phone started to ring. Flipping it over and reading the name you saw that it was Tony, and thus your work day had begun. However, you didn’t want to end what was just starting before you.
So you let it ring as you winked and told Steve, “Then I can’t wait, doll”. Steve had never known one word put together with one look could make his stomach have butterflies. You were so alluring without even knowing.
Finally you picked up the phone to a semi-annoyed Tony, “Alright R2D2, you can’t start talking statistics to me until there’s caffeine in my system. Let me go to Mels on third, I’ll get you a breakfast burrito, and then we can discuss the success rates of the Spider Tracer”.
Steve gave you a soft smile, knowing that within a moment or two you’d be rushing out the door and to the team’s favorite breakfast place. He held in his laughter as you began to silently mock Tony as he continued to speak on the other line.
As quickly as he could he tore off a piece of the newspaper, and scribbled something onto it. Now that you were up from the table you walked toward him and took the paper. Instantly you smiled with reading it.
Steve had written down, “just think about the onesie, and the matching Cap slippers”. In order to stop yourself from laughing you covered your mouth with your hand. Taking his pen from his hand you wrote back, “I can picture it now ;)”.
The winky face was a little daring, but so had been Steve calling you doll. Besides, it was adorable to watch a blush slowly creep upon his cheeks as he read your little note. Steve mouthed, “Good Luck” before letting you grab your jacket and start your day.
As much as he hated you leaving, this had been your best interaction yet. It was the first time that the tension between you both was tangible, to be cheesy love was in clearly the air. Steve still felt himself smiling even after you left.
Just because you were physically gone didn’t mean that you had left his mind. The Star Spangled Man with a plan felt himself re-reading the same sentence from his paper over and over again, his mind clearly fixated on you.
The sound of a cabinet closing made Steve wake from his daydreams, Bucky had entered the kitchen. Buck was rummaging through the cabinets like a wild animal, but to be fair he had just came back from his morning run.
“What, or who, were you dreaming about?”. Just like always, Bucky cut right through the bullshit. It was probably because given all their time together reading Steve had become second nature to him.
Steve averted his gaze, a clear tell, “Who says I’m dreamin about anyone?”. Bucky wanted to laugh, looks like the serum hadn’t enhanced Steve’s ability to lie convincingly. Bucky began to scramble some eggs.
“Because for the past week you’ve said a certain someone's name in your sleep, and as I passed this certain someone in the hall she asked me if I wanted my usual from Mels”.
Steve just smiled, he was caught. There was no way to lie himself out of this one. He finally turned to Bucky, “Alright Buck, you’re right”. Bucky smiled to himself, although it was nice to hear, he already knew he was right.
“What’s the problem? Gonna wait another 70 years before you get the girl?
It might’ve sounded a little harsh, but Bucky was right. Steve had spent so much time putting others before himself, Steve needed to put himself first. Also they weren’t talking about some girl, they were talking about you.
Bucky knew you were different. It was the way Steve’s eyes brightened when you entered a room, the way he always looked at you when he thought no one was watching, and the way you made Steve laugh harder than anyone else could.
What was the point of wasting time when you had someone like that in your life? People like that don’t come around often. So yeah Bucky teased, a little harshly, but it was out of love.
Steve sighed, “No...but I’m not sure how to get this one”. It wasn’t a question of whether or not Steve wanted you, we’ve already been over that, it was a question of mustering up the confidence.
Bucky grabbed a plate from the dishwasher, “The thing is Steve you know how to get her. For some reason she really likes you, punk. You can rush head first into any fight, but you’re too afraid to tell a girl, you desperately like, how you feel”.
Steve laughed, he was always the first to stand up for others but the last to do so for himself. Something finally clicked inside of him, whether it was the last bit of ice in his brain finally melting, or the sudden realization that above all; love is worth fighting for most.
Before Bucky could even put his eggs on his plate Steve was up from the table and grabbing for his coat. He threw a teasing glance Bucky’s way, “I think this is one fight I’ll finally win”.
Steve was hinting to the countless times Bucky had saved him when he’d picked off more than he could crew, and before the serum that was nearly every fight. Some friends liked to watch movies together, Bucky and Steve liked to save each other from near death experiences.
After sharing a laugh, Steve was out the door and Bucky was left with his breakfast. Bucky wished he could see it now, Steve running through the streets of New York on a mission to confess his love, maybe all the Rom Coms had gotten to them.
The ringing of the welcome bells weren’t the only reason everyone was now looking at the door, it was because the door itself had been pulled from its hinges. There stood Steve, a determined look on his face.
“I’m sorry Mel I promise I’ll fix it, and buy a coffee and donut for everyone here”.
You grinned, ah yes, chivalry at its finest. Mel just smiled, more entertained by the show that was about to begin. Besides, this was nothing compared to the time baby Groot accidentally broke an entire display chasing a fly.
As Steve’s eyes found yours, the happy cheers of the customers faded, and the rest of the room seemed to vanish. It was just you and him, and the way he felt about you and him, that remained.
With the same amount of purpose and strength he marched into battle with, he strode towards you. It had seemed as though in a sea of people you were the lighthouse, and he the ship. It had been a long and perilous voyage, but finally he was coming home.
“I really like you (y/n). I like how life seems lighter with you, I like that you always tease Tony, and how Bucky feels comfortable enough around you to tell you about his nightmares, and that you make me feel like I can be who I am”
He seemed calmer, “Not Captain America, not a soldier, just Steve Rogers”. He wondered if you could understand how important that was, that when he was with you he wasn’t some leader or icon but just rather a person.
You nearly dropped Tony’s order from your hands. This was not how you’d expected this morning to go. You’d thought that you’d have to spend the next week constantly dreaming about your earlier flirting with Steve, but here he was confessing his feelings for you.
As you looked at his face, and how sure of himself he was, all nerves faded from your body. You took a step toward him, “I like you too Steve, but I think I’d rather show you”. You placed Tony’s order on the counter, and finally did something you’d been dreaming about for months.
You kissed Steve, hard and long, and in a room full of people. But none of that mattered. Your world was standing right in front of you, kissing you back, and everything else was merely static.
Suddenly you knew how it must’ve felt when the first caveman created fire. The electricity that jolted through their fingertips as rock against rock created spark, how alurring the flames were as they grew, and the warmth of the fire itself.
Even as you pulled back from Steve you could still feel that initial spark on your lips. Slowly, and reluctantly, he let you out of his arms. It had only been one kiss but it confirmed that the ice that plagued Steve was finally melting.
You could see him beginning to blush, so you wanted to lighten the mood. Distracting him from the fact that you both had just got it on in a room full of people you teased, “So since I like Steve Rogers, does that mean I don’t get to see Steve Rogers in a certain Captain America onesie?”.
He grinned, “I’ll be wearing a Steve Rogers onsie under the Captain America one, so if you’re lucky-”. Steve stopped his sentence when he realized how forward he was being. He might as well have just asked to reenact the dirty dream he’d had about you last week.
Luckily enough for him, he was saved by the bell, or well he was saved by Tony on the other line. During the kiss you accidentally pressed speaker mode and Tony was not going to waste an opportunity to shine.
“If she’s lucky she’ll see you in your birthday suit? That’s more 50 shades of grey than 50 shades of freedom there Cap”.
The both of you began to laugh, Tony’s comment cutting at the sexual tension between you both. You grinned, “He’s just cranky because he hasn’t had his morning coffee”. You obviously couldn’t see it, but you knew Tony was rolling his eyes on the other line.
“I’m cranky because my assistant and bestfriend have decided to reenact The Notebook while getting my breakfast”.
Tony wasn’t angry in the slightest, he just took pleasure in making Steve all riled up. You took the phone off speaker, “And we’ll use your office to reenact 50 Shades of Grey if you keep it up Stark”.
Steve blushed at the thought, but only because he the idea of it excited him. He didn’t know what Tony said from the other line, but it was passive enough to let you finally hang up the phone.
He pushed back his hair, “Well I should probably fix Mel’s door, and then maybe we could grab lunch on your break?”. It was adorable to see him go from confident and determined to unsure and shy.
You pulled him in for one last kiss, “Not until we make Tony really pissed off first”. Steve laughed, and then felt his brain shut off as your lips were on his. It was like you could magically make every nerve in his body relax.
As the kiss intensified, you knew that as much as you didn’t want to, you needed to stop before a room full of strangers watched you have at it. Steve seemed more sure of himself after the kiss.
He smirked, “Tell Tony I say hi, and that I’m sorry his burritos cold but that he deserved it”. You started to smirk yourself, Steve was becoming more playful by the second. Fighting against his gravitational pull, you walked away from Steve and back out toward the Tower.
Bucky smirked as he heard the familiar sound of heels, instantly he knew it was you. He listened as you hung up your coat, made your way into the kitchen, and opened the microwave.
Smugly he asked, “Why is Tony’s food cold doll?”. Bucky knew exactly why the burrito cold, he could picture it in his head, he just wanted to hear you say it. There was a pause as you wondered what to say.
After rolling your eyes you just turned around to face the smug assassin. There he was, munching on a bowl of cereal with a shit eating grin. You could tell from the look across his face that he already knew the answer to his own question.
Once Bucky knew you knew that he knew, the room was filled with laughter. After taking the last bite of his cereal he walked toward you. Bucky placed the now empty bowl into the sink, leaned toward you and kissed your cheek.
“You two deserve to finally be happy”.
There was another moment of silence as you both processed the emotion behind his words. He had said so much with saying so little. Bucky wasn’t the most talkative, but often when he did say something it was incredibly moving.
He had been through so much, processed so much pain, and had incredible wisdom to show for it. Bucky might’ve looked rough and tough, but he was one of the most empathetic and understanding people you knew.
You couldn’t help but smile in response, “Thank you James”. Although you could’ve spent twenty minutes telling him how much he meant to not only you, but also Steve, you instead decided to let the moment speak for itself.
Sometimes it’s better to just look at someone, to see and feel the emotion radiating off of them, and not ruin it with words. Those moments stay with you the most, when you feel so connected to someone that you don’t have to physically speak to know what they’re thinking.
Bucky nodded his head, “Steve’s happy, Tony’s mildly irritated, I should be thanking you”. Once again the room was filled with laughter, and it felt wonderful. It reminded you of how good things were right now.
When you’re forced to constantly go, go, go, it’s hard to realize how good life is. You’re so busy thinking about the next task that you don’t even register the small things.
The stuff like being able to piss off your best friend instead of the other way around, or having people who truly wish the best for you, and having a man who means the world to you tell you that your his world.
Life can be unpredictable, fast, and difficult, but it can also be magical. There will always be moments that shake you to your core, or make you feel like some greater power is laughing at you, but there is also an undeniable beauty about life.
One morning you can wake up dreading the day you’re about to have, to only have it be the best day of your life. When you listen to that little voice in your heart, that one that whispers your deepest dreams and desires, life gains it’s magic.
if you enjoyed this fic please leave a comment! Or reblog! It lets me know that I should keep doing what I’m doing! Thanks for reading!!
644 notes · View notes
lunatens · 5 years
Text
soulmates: joshua
word count: 2500
part: 4/4
genre: fluff, slight angst
pairing: joshua x gender neutral reader, some junhao on the side
summary: your soulmate’s name is covered by a scar—leaving only a mysterious “j” for you to decipher. 
sorry it took me a BILLION YEARS to finish this, to be honest i wasn’t really sure where i wanted to go with it and then school and everything. i’m not really happy with how it turned out, but i really needed to just finish it! if i feel like it i might write a lil fluffy epilogue some times if people want that! anyways, hope you like it <3
~
christmas music echoes over the frozen river, and you hum along to the merry tunes as you lace up your skates. your friend group decided to have a fun day doing lots of winter-y activities--there was finally a snowfall the other night, just in time for christmas. cue a day full of sledding, shopping, decorating trees, and building snowmen (although seungkwan mostly just ran around trying to start snowball fights; needless to say, he was successful and an all out war did in fact take place in jeonghan’s yard). you’re joined by minghao and jun of course, as well as joshua, jeonghan, jeonghan’s soulmate, vernon, seokmin and seungkwan. in the past couple months , you’ve taken to talking to joshua more--you find you actually get along really well and you have a lot in common. minghao and jun have definitely noticed joshua’s name coming up in conversation more often, prompting them to tease you lightly—however they stop once you mention you only want to be friends with him until his birthday so you won’t be heartbroken again. in your head, joshua is just a close friend of yours who happens to be really cute and funny and kind to you, nothing more than a just a friend (you try really hard to tell yourself that but it doesn’t always work, especially in moments such as when he does that cute thing where he sticks his tongue out just a little bit and your heart flutters every time).
vernon, seokmin and seungkwan are the first on the ice, chasing each other around in some game of tag. minghao rolls his eyes at them, then tugs a shaky jun out onto the river, followed by jeonghan and his soulmate not too long after. it’s just after sunset, and the twilight sky is peppered with twinkling stars that mirror the christmas lights lining the path to the frozen river. several families and couples glide along the ice, travelling at various paces. you stifle a laugh as you see a young boy trip over his own skates; he gets up quickly and rushes to catch up with his friends. the winter air is cold, but you’ve dressed warmly. you sit there for a second, caught up in your own thoughts as you watch your friends enjoy themselves in the jolly atmosphere.
“um..y/n...” a voice mumbles from your side. you snap out of your daydreams and turn to face a blushing joshua. “can you help me tie my skates? I...I've never been skating before,” he says sheepily. you can’t help but smile at how cute he looks, all embarrassed and shy. “of course,” you reply, bending down to tie the laces. you make sure to pull them tight, peering up at him. 
“good?”
he nods, standing up and immediately losing balance. his arms wave around in circles as he tries to stop himself from falling over. he grabs onto you for balance, then gives you an apologetic look. you giggle at him, then loop your arm through his.
“come on, i’ll teach you,” you say, guiding him towards the river. Joshua takes one step onto the ice and immediately falls backwards, taking you down with him. you can’t help but burst into laughter, and you hear him join in from beside you. vernon's face appears above you with a questioning look on his face. 
“y/n, I thought you said you could skate?” he says mockingly. before you can reply vernon gasps and skates away quickly. you help joshua up as seokmin and seungkwan race by, making a beeline for vernon. when they reach him at the other side of the river, they tackle him into the snowbank, limbs flying everywhere.
“such dorks,” you comment. “okay, let’s try again--this time without falling. we’ll start out slow, so you can get a feel for the rhythm, okay?”
“okay,” joshua nods, biting his lip in determination. 
you start out slow, joshua practically just walking on the ice, but slowly he picks it up and you start gliding along at a faster pace. he clings to your arm the entire time though, and you try not to think about it too much-- he’s just a friend, after all, and you’re simply helping him learn to skate.
minghao and jun whizz by, minghao turning and flashing you a wink and a heart as he skates backwards. you send him a death glare and he smiles innocently at you before jun pulls him back around. 
after a while of skating laps and talking with Joshua, jeonghan waves you over to the river bank. “race you!” Joshua challenges then takes off, zooming across the ice and dodging other skaters expertly. you stand there frozen as the ice beneath you, confused. you make your way over to the area where everyone is sitting rosy cheeked and happily talking while they tug off their skates.
“i thought you said you don't know how to skate,” you question Joshua, narrowing your eyes at him. everyone else falls silent and turns their heads towards the two of you in shock, then go back to their own business (although you definitely saw that smirk on jeonghan’s face). joshua simply shrugs.
“i’m a fast learner, i guess. i had a good teacher,”
“ohh, okay then,” you say, although the butterflies in your stomach see right through his lies. you mentally squash them, trying desparately as ever to not get your hopes up. joshua's birthday is in a week, so you’ll know soon enough--you just have to last until then.
“how does some hot chocolate and a movie at my place sound?” jeonghan asks, and everyone agrees enthusiastically. the rest of the night goes smoothly, and you try not to notice the way joshua's hand brushed yours when he passes you the mini marshmallows for your drink, or when he chooses to sit next to you on the couch, or when there is conveniently only one blanket left for the two of you to share. 
~
you don’t see joshua, or any of your friends (besides minghao and jun once when they brought you some cookies that they made together) for the next week--everyone is busy spending time with their families for the holidays. you wake up on december 29th wishing you could fast forward to midnight--going through this day is going to be agonizing, although you’re sure joshua feels more anxious than you do. deep down, you feel like you’ve always had a connection to him from the moment you first saw him at jeonghan’s months ago. you don’t want to let that get your hopes up, though, so you convince yourself there’s no way your name will appear on joshua's skin tonight. 
you take a hot shower to clear your head, then begin picking out your outfit for the little get together at joshua's later. you’ve never been to his house; usually events are held at jeonghan’s. joshua insisted everyone dress in ugly christmas sweaters, so you dig through to find the one you think you have from jun’s christmas party last year. you tug the scratchy material over your head, internally groaning and wishing joshua hadn’t asked for something so unflattering.
~
after spending the whole day anxiously waiting and getting yourself ready, it’s finally time to head to josh’s. you send him a quick text to let him know you’re heading out, adjust yourself in the bathroom mirror, and walk out to your car with feigned confidence. you swing by to pick up jun and minghao, then follow jun’s directions to joshua's. 
arriving at his house, you knock cautiously on the door. a woman opens it, and she welcomes you inside. she takes your jackets to hang them up in the closet as you introduce yourselves.
“ahh, y/n! josh has told me quite a lot about you. it’s nice to finally meet you,” she says warmly. your cheeks flush pink, and joshua comes racing down the stairs, giving his mom a stern look. 
“okay, i’ll get back to the kitchen,” she says, raising her hands defensively. “just call me if you need anything!” she calls over her shoulder.
“your mom is so sweet,” you comment.
“yeah, she’s pretty great. the others are already here, we’re up in my room watching a movie--we were waiting for you guys to come so we could play some games or something.”
the three of you follow joshua upstairs, and your heart melts at all of the childhood pictures of him adorning the walls. minghao and jun walk past you as you pause to look at a particularly cute picture of a very young Joshua clinging to a puppy.
“that’s my old dog, she was really great,”
you start at Joshua's voice beside you; you hadn’t noticed his approach. 
“she’s really cute,” you say, smiling warmly. Joshua returns the smile.
“yeah, she was. speaking of cute, I love your sweater--what are those, polar bears?” he teases, gesturing to the fuzzy white shapes on your sweater.
“i think they’re trying to be polar bears,” you say with a giggle, looking down to examine your own sweater. 
“well, either way, they’re cute. lets go join the others,” Joshua says and guides you to his room. everyone excitedly says hi from the various places they’re sprawled about--Joshua's room is definitely cozy with the amount of people in it. Joshua turns off the tv and pulls out a stack of board games; everyone scrambles in attempt to form a circle (although seungkwan refuses to move from his position on the floor, so it’s a pretty lopsided circle). 
~
the next couple of hours are spent playing a variety of card games and board games. the room is filled with laughter and the occasional bickering about rules. halfway through a very intense game of uno, there’s a soft knock on the door. it slowly swings open as Joshua's mom peeks in.
“it’s 2 minutes to midnight, so I've got cake downstairs for whenever you’re ready,” she says before closing the door. the room falls dead silent as all eyes turn to Joshua, who’s suddenly pale as a ghost. everyone was so caught up in the games no one had realized it was so close to midnight; you’re surprised even you didn’t notice, since you were so nervous earlier. all of those nerves come flooding back, and you feel your palms grow sweaty and your throat go dry. 
“i guess...we’ll stay here until midnight and then head down for cake,” Joshua says, looking down at his uno cards. everyone silently nods, the room filled with tension and suspense. people glance between you and Joshua; by now, pretty much all your friends have noticed how close you and Joshua have gotten, and you know everyone’s thinking the same thing. you see Joshua grasp jeonghan’s hand from where they’re sitting on the bed, and he licks his lips nervously. minghao and jun lean onto you, and you’re grateful for their silent support. everyone’s eyes are glued to the clock radio beside Joshua's bed, and it’s perhaps the longest minute of your life. with jeonghan, although you were hopeful, you were fairly certain going in that he wasn’t your soulmate. with joshua, however, you didn’t feel that doubt in your heart, although your head tells you he’s not the one; the heartbreak this time would be so much worse.
the numbers on the clock change, and everyones gaze flicks to joshua, who’s pulled down the collar of his sweater to expose his collarbone. slowly, an elegant black font begins to etch itself on his skin. you feel hot tears fill your eyes, and your hands go to your mouth to stifle a sob as you’re flooded with relief and happiness and excitement upon reading your own name scrawled on his skin. the room erupts in congratulatory cheering, and you feel your friends’ arms around you. Vernon directs everyone downstairs to let you and joshua have a moment together. you barely notice everyone leaving; your eyes are locked on Joshua's, your grin mirroring his. you hear the door close and rush to wrap your arms around him. he stands up to catch you in a tight embrace, your arms wrapped snug around him. your head spins in exhilaration, and you pull back a little (keeping your arms looped around his neck, however) so you can see his face. he moves a hand from your waist up to your face to wipe away your tears of joy.
“i--i can’t believe it,” you say, trying to contain your giddiness.
“i can,” joshua says, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. “since the moment i first met you, i feel like i knew. watching you date jeonghan was the hardest thing I've ever had to do; not just because you were with someone else, but because i knew you’d have to go through the heartbreak. didn’t you feel our connection from the beginning, y/n?”
“honestly, i did, but i was just so ahead of myself and caught up on the first cute boy i met with a name starting with j, so i just brushed it off. i’m sorry i put you through that, shua,” you say, cursing your past self. joshua smiles and blushes at the nickname, then hugs you tighter to reassure you.
“no, don’t apologize! it doesn’t matter now; we’re here, and we have each other, and the rest of our lives together,” he says with a wide smile, picking you up and twirling you around. you let out a loud laugh as you spin, wrapping your legs around Joshua for support. he backs up to sit on his bed with you on his lap, the two of you breathless as you take in each other’s faces. you’ve never had the chance to be so close to joshua before, but now, with your face hovering mere centemetres above his, you take your time to cherish all of the details; from his dark eyelashes to his rosy cheeks and finally his pink lips. you can’t hold yourself back any longer, and you lean in to connect your lips with his.
you’d kissed jeonghan lots of times, and while it was nice, it was nothing compared to your first kiss with joshua. as cheesy as it sounds, magical is the only word you can really use to describe it. for the two of you, the universe has finally aligned, and everything feels at peace. eventually, joshua pulls away just enough to be able to mumble softly to you, your foreheads still pressed together.
“we should probably head down, everyone’s waiting,” he says, and you can hear how much he doesn’t want to leave in his voice.
“screw everyone else, they can wait,” you say, and you press another kiss to Joshua's lips. he smiles into the kiss and somehow manages to pull you even closer to him. you decide you’ll never grow tired of kissing joshua, and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life at his side.
127 notes · View notes
jungshookz · 5 years
Note
Hey hi um I was wondering how about one where Jiminie had been silently pining over you forever and vice versa but y'all are clueless morons and it's driving the boys mad so they hatch a plan to get you both to kiss under the mistletoe?? Perhaps with a dash of clingybaby!chimchim??? Also je t'aime 💜💜
Tumblr media
🎄 pairing: park jimin x reader
🎄 genre: warning this is SICKENINGLY fluffy pls contact ur doctor before proceeding, u and jimin are a pair of shy babies
🎄 wordcount: 3.7k these are getting very long i apologize
note: je t’aime beaucoup!!! this seems to be a very popular request because like eight of u asked for this very specific drabble but u know what i LOVE the enthusiasm also i’m sorry this is a lil late!! 
let’s get to the main focus of this
you’ve had the faTTest crush on jimin for like a year now
you two have only known each other for like two-ish years?? you were introduced to him through kook
anyways
it’s just
it’s so eaSy to fall in love with park jimin
his adorable smile
his twinkly laugh
those oh so pillowy lips of his
face of an angel and body of a greek god
the best of both worlds!!
also
he’s very intelligent
very well-spoken
he’s sweet and caring and funny and uGH he’s just the perFect package
and u bet he has the perfect package too ;-)
bonUS point he’s an amazing dancer and you bust a nut every time you see him do a body roll
ahem
you’re at jin’s annual holiday party and so far things are going great
you’re hanging in the kitchen with kook and the others because there really isn’t anywhere else to go and also the kitchen is where the fOOD is
you’re in the middle of shovelling chips and dip into your mouth and scrolling through your instagram feed while the boys are just chit chatting with each other
yoongi glances over at you and sees that you’re completely entranced by your phone which is certainly noT party behaviour and you promised him you’d try to be a little more social this time around
so he takes action
“y/n” yoongi clears his throat and leans against the counter
“mhm” you look up at him across the table before looking back down at your phone
“oh look it’s jimin” yoongi points to over your shoulder and you immediately scramble to the other side of the counter where he is and duCK down “jeSus y/n i was kidding” he laughs lightly and yanks you back up
at least you’re not on your phone anymore
“don’t do that!!” you hiss and smooth down your sweater before looking to where he pointed and triple checking that jimin’s not actually there
“what’s the matter with you?? you always get so jumpy whenever i mention jimin” he teases and pokes your arm “is it because you have a faTASS crush on him?”
“i don’t- i don’T Have a crush on him!!” you scowl and decide to distract yourself by making a drink
the thing is
whenever you have a crush on someone you like to keep it to yourself
you don’t even tell kook about your crushes because you know you’d have to face endless teasing and you’re just not about that lifestyle
but when someone accuses you of crushing on someone you immediately get all defensive and you’re like pshHHShshs mE? no. no crush. love is dead. i am  ro bot. good bye.
but like
c’mon
it’s pretty damn obvious u have a thing for jimin
the longing gaze filled with love that you only give to him is a dead giveaway
“you gonna talk to him tonight?” yoongi nudges your side and your cheeks flare up immediately
just the thought of having to talk to jimin is making you piss yourself
he’s obviously part of the friend group and he’s known the boys longer than u have and he’s one of the bros but he just..,,. he makes u sO nerVous
you can’t look him in the eye for more than three seconds without blushing and looking away
“what are we talking about?” tae pops up next to yoongi clutching a bottle of beer
“we’re talking about how much y/n loves jimin” yoongi smirks and you whack his arm before scowling
“oOH i loVe talking about th- you guYS WE’RE TALKING ABOUT Y/N AND JIMIN-“
“no doN’T-“
but it’s too late
soon enough you’re surrounded by six idiots who are all making kissy noises and teasing you about your crush on jimin that you keep deNYING
“how about that thing she does where she feeds him a bite of her food like all the time but she nEver gives it to us unless we ask”
“one time she purposely threw out her umbrella so that they had to shAre an umbrella when it was raining”
“my umbrella was broken!!!!!”
“mmmmmm sure it was”
“she always aLways helps him with his homework and all his projects and of course he passes with flying colours”
“i’ve caught her staring at his lips like more than ten times now”
“to be fair his lips are thiCC and juiCY”
“ew tae don’t be weird”
“oH MY go- u know what i’m done with you people i’m going uPstairs” you grumble and shove past the boys and head towards the staircase
all of the boys exchange glances
“how have they not gotten together yet??” kook groans in frustration and pinches the bridge of his nose
all of the boys have been actively trying to get u two together but nothing seems to be working
because you aren’t making a move
jimin isn’t making a move
you two are aduLTs and you’re acting like three year olds
u know what that’s not accurate because a couple of three year olds are probably more ballsy than u and jimin
“hey guys!! sorry i’m late!!” everyone looks up to see jimin
he shivers and shakes some snow off the top of his head
“we were just talking about you” jin hums and pops a cracker into his mouth
“oh yeah? what about?” jimin shrugs his jacket off and puts it on a chair
“we were talking about how wimpy you and y/- mMP” namjoon slaps a hand over hoseok’s mouth
“do you want a drink or anything?? a beer or some punch?” tae clears his throat and gestures over to the ice bucket
“eh it’s alright i’ll get something later”
yoongi purses his lips
hm
he’s going to conduct a little experiment
“oh look it’s y/n” yoongi points to over jimin’s shoulder and jimin juMps and immediately falls to the ground
his hair is a mess you can’t sEE HIM LIKE THIS
yoongi blinks down at a crouching jimin
god
you two really are meant for each other
match made in heaven
“god help me” yoongi grumbles to himself and yanks jimin up to his feet “what’s the matter?? slip on a wet patch??”
“hyung- why do you do that????” jimin reaches up to fix his hair and he scowls at yoongi
yoongi wants to shove jimin’s face into the punch bowl and tell him to just aSK Y/N OUT U WIMP
it’s so infuriating
literally everyone knows about how you and jimin like each other
everyone knows
except for you and jimin
okay listen
jimin’s liked you for like?? maybe a year maybe a little bit more than that
you’re just so….,,. you’re sucH a y/n
you’re so kind to everyone you talk to and you have a great sense of humour and your smile is so cute and that little snort that escapes you when you’re laughing really loudly at something is SO endearing
and you’re so pretty and he thinks you’re so cute when you have your reading glasses on because u look a lil dorky and he loves that
aND not to be that guy but you have a great ass
he likes you so much
he wants to hold your hand and kiss your cheeks and kiss yOu and hug u and snuggle w u and he definITELY wants to- [statement redacted]
“you like her, don’t you?” yoongi nudges jimin and he shrugs casually before heading over to the punch bowl
“so what if i do?” jimin grumbles
jimin’s more open with his feelings than you are so all the boys know how he feels about you
but he’s still pretty shy about it and he gets all weird when someone brings it up
he hates talking about this because he’s pretty sure you don’t feel the same way about him and he doesn’t need the reminder thank u very much
you guys are good friends and he knows for a fact u only see him as a friend
he’s also pretty sure you have a thing for yoongi
you’re always hanging around him n stuff and maybe ur just into older guys
jimin could totally pull off the whole bad boy thing like yoongi
he looks down at his flowy white dress shirt and sensible blue jeans and looks over at yoongi and his loose black tee tucked into a pair of very ripped skinny jeans
.,., ok maybe he can’t
he lets out a breath and looks into his cup
well
now he’s kind of depressed
gr8
speaking of u
where even are you
“just, um, just out of curiosity, where’s y/n?”
“who wants to know?” hoseok wiggles his brows
“oh! i love this game! jimin! jimin wants to know where y/n-“ kook flaiLs his arm a little too aggressively in jimin’s direction and ends up whacking his hand making jimin toSs punch all over his WHITE SHIRT “…oops”
“jungkook! this shirt was new!!!!!!” jimin groans and grabs some napkins to try and dab the punch off
“u should go find y/n and ask her to help u clean it she’s real good with stains” jungkook offers sheepishly
jimin gives the younger boy a pointed look and jungkook shrugs
what it’s true
you’re great at doing laundry!!!
“i’m gonna go clean this mess up” jimin mutters and leaves the kitchen to go find the washroom
“good diversion kook” hoseok pats jungkook’s back and jungkook’s like ?? binch that was an accident i didn’t do it on purpose “i have a plan”
“what kind of plan?”
“a plan of romance”
“is this going to be like that time u put jimin and y/n in the closet for seven minutes in heaven hoping they’d make out but when we opened the door they were just looking at puppies on instagram together”
“well i guarantee this plan is completely fool-proof!!!!!” okay - this is what i’m thinking.” hoseok slams his hands down on the kitchen counter and everyone leans in
commence operation set y/n and jimin up
bit of a lengthy title but hobi will come up with something better laTER
you’re in the middle of a very interesting buzzfeed quiz (pick these items from urban outfitters and we’ll tell u what kind of bread u r) you notice a shadow blocking the hallway light and you look up slowly to see hoseok and jungkook’s smiling faces
hoseok’s holding a blindfold
okay
this is slightly disturbing
“i have pepper spray in my purse” you warn and kook rolls his eyes
“why are you hiding in the hallway?”
“i’m not hiding in the hallway i just needed some peace and quiet and moSt of the rooms are occupied” you mutter and return your attention back to the quiz
“well, stand up! we’re playing a christmas game and you’re not allowed to leave this house until you play one game”
“what kind of game is this?” you ask suspiciously and narrow your eyes before putting your phone down
jungkook and hoseok exchange glances and hobi shrugs
jungkook smiles widely and looks down at you
“it’s a christmas game! we, uh, we blindfold you and you have to guess where you are and, uh.. if you guess correctly you get to… um..,,.”
“you get a prize!” hoseok cuts in and nudges kook out of the way
you furrow your brows and cross your arms
okay
this kinda shady
“what kind of prize?”
“that’s for us to know and you to find out. now, c’mon! up on your feet. let me blindfold ya” he grins and wiggles his brows
you let out a sigh
you know for a fact they’re not going to leave you alone if you say no so you don’t really have a choice right now
“what happens if i don’t guess correctly?” you wonder out loud as hoseok puts the blindfold on you
you feel hands grasp you and kook starts walking you out to the living room
“watch your step- well, if you don’t guess correctly.,., you.,.,., uh.,, we kiLL YOU”
..,.,.kook’s never been good at improvising
“i’ll kill you before you get a chance to kill me” you mutter and blindly elbow kook in the stomach
he groans in pain before playfully pinching the back of your arm
namjoon and tae have taken a different approach with jimin
“ow- oW OKAY I’M COMING” jimin stumbles over his feet because namjoon literally poPPED OUT of a bedroom with a blindfold and tae grabbed jimin’s arm from behind so he couldn’t sprint away
“why do you have to blindfold me now???”
“that’s the point of the game weren’t you listening??”
jimin stubs his toe into the wall and curses loudly and both namjoon and tae hiss in pain on behalf of him
“i don’t like this gaME” jimin scowls and bends down to cradle his toe but tae yanks him back up
he feels like he’s about to be executed that’s what this game feels like
and it seems like the game has started because namjoon and tae set him down in one spot and let go of him
“i-“
“alright! blindfolds off in three, two, one-!”
it takes a second for your eyes to adjust in the light and you blink rapidly before-
“j-jimin?” you choke and he looks just as surprised to see you
“y/n! h-hey.,., hi..” he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck
the two of you turn and look at the croWd of people that are all staring at you
wha,,.,.., what kind of game is this..,,.,.
you feel your cheeks starting to burn up because jimin is literally like onE step away from you
you have no idea what the heck is going on this is a very confusing game
“wait hold on we didn’t get a chance to guess where we were because u ripped the blindfold off before-“
“oh no we just made that up to get the two of you here” jin deadpans and both you and jimin are like ?????
“look. let’s get to the chase. everyone in this room - everyone -“ jungkook emphasises and you look around the room at the faces of some of your classmates and acquaintances “is fully aware that you like jimin-“
jimin whips his head back around to look at you like :00000 but your eyes are glued on kook because it’s taking a second for the mortification of this situation to kick in
you’re going to slaughter jungkook
“-and jimin likes you.”
wait what
wait
what
WAIT WHAT
your heart starts racing in your chest and you feel the butterflies in your stomach
jimin likes you??? he likes you back???
JIMIN LIKES U BACK
“if you pay attention to your surroundings, you’ll notice something very special…” namjoon points out and his eyes flicker upwards before he looks back at you with a knowing smile
“what are you guys talking abou-“ you look up and your heart drops to your stomach when you see it
mistletoe
miSTLEtOE
you are standing under MISTLETOE with park jimin
your heart is racing in your chest and you want nothing more than for the ground to just open up and swallow you whole because this entire situation is just overwhELming like u juSt found out the guy you’ve been crushing on forever likes you back and now you have to kiss him in front of all of your friends and classmates
“c’mon, you two - you know the rules!!! kiss, kiss, kiss-“ taheyung starts chanting and soon enough everyone else joins in and the whole room is just chanting KISS KISS KISS KISS
“we don’t have to- if you’re uncomfortable?” jimin reaches out quickly and his hand brushes over your arm
“i’m- i’m not uncomfortable b-but like if yoU’re uncomfortable than we totally don’t-“
“well i don’t mind! i don’t mind! and like…, i’d hate to break the rules and stuff.,.,” he jokes and the two of you look up at the mistletoe again that just seems to be mocking you guys
“c’mon! just do it you wussies!!!!!!” yoongi groans loudly and you scowl playfully when he tosses some popcorn in your guys’ direction
“like, i, uh… i’d very much like to kiss you if you’d like to kiss me…?” jimin clears his throat
his heart is about to explode and his face is on fire
his ears are burning he can feeL it “BuT idk i don’t wanna pressure you into- mmph!”
jimin’s eyes flutter shut the moment he feels you plant your lips against his and everyone else erupts into victorious cheers and hoots
F I NALLY
FINALLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY
and as cheesy as it is
it feels like time slows down
oh god
you’re in heaven
his lips are so soft and he tastes like sugar cookies
he instinctively reaches out and pulls you closer and his arms snake around your waist
you pull away far too soon for his liking and jimin finds himself chasing after your lips and you can’t help but giggle
he leans down and presses his forehead against yours and he can’t fight the wide smile on his face
your hands are still cupping his cheeks and you lean in to give him another tiny smooch and his heart flutters in his chest
his tongue pokes out and he runs it over his bottom lip before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth
“okAy okay we said kiss under the mistletoe not have mouth sex under it” jungkook clamours over the couch and grabs you and yaNks you away from jimin because even tho he loves u both it’s weird to stand here and watch u make out w each other
you spend the rest of the christmas party snuggled up to jimin on the couch while you and the others listen to another one of kook’s wild stories
truth be told you and jimin aren’t really paying attention to him because you’re so infatuated with each other and jimin keeps peppering kisses on your forehead and your cheeks and your nose and especiALLy your mouth
at one point it gets a little spicy because you guys are sure no one’s paying attention to you
jimin’s cupping your jaw and you have your hand resting on his chest and the two of u are 110% undoubtedly making out on the couch right now
you nip on his bottom lip gently and the arm that’s wrapped around your waist tightens a little bit
“naughty” he pulls away with a dopey grin and nudges his nose against yours and you’re about to lean back in to kiss him again
“ahem.”
you turn to look over your shoulder and you want to shrivel up and die when you see everyOne staring at the two of you and you’re about to profusely apologise because what else do u do in this situation  
jimin on the other hand
this cocky motherfucker
“can we help you?” he raises a brow and reaches up to run a hand through his hair
“i’m starting to regret setting the two of u up” kook raises a brow and the two of you blush and shoot everyone sheepish grins
“oh, leave them alone! they’re in loooooove” jin wiggles his brows
you pull away from jimin and sit up properly
“uh, what are we, what game are we playing?” you clear your throat
“we weren’t playing a game. we’re taking turns telling stories and it’s supposed to be your turn but obviously you’re a little occupied you hoRN-dogs”
whoopsies
at one point u head to the kitchen to grab some drinks for u and jimin
jimin wraps his arms around you from behind and props his chin up on your shoulder
“heY i told you to stay put” you turn and give him a quick kiss on the cheek
“i know but i missed u” he hums and buries his face into the crook of your neck “also you’re awful at mixing drinks so i came to save the day”
“wha- i’m great at mixing drinks!” you pout and look at the concoction you’ve made in your cup
it’s like 96% vodka and 4% peach juice
jimin peers into the cup and wrinkles his nose “how much vodka did you put in- are you trying to kill me?”
“i don’t wanna kill u i like u too much” you murmur shyly and jimin uWus and he can’t help but grAB you and squeeze you in a tight hug while peppering kisses all over your face
“why are you so damn cUTE” he groans in between kisses and you giggle when he smooshes a big fat kiSS on your cheek
he lets out a sigh and nudges his nose against yours gently
wow
he finally got the girl
his girl
“i like u too much too”
🎄the twelve drabbles of christmas! 🎄
❄️do you have a special christmas request? ❄️
488 notes · View notes
imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years
Text
The Passcode
Prompt by Anonymous: Okay, so I've read a lot of wonderful bodyguard AUs with these two, but it is always Bucky as the bodyguard (understandably). Anyone up for trying the reverse, Tony as Bucky's bodyguard somehow? Maybe it's an AU where Iron Man's identity isn't known, and when Bucky for some reason or another (maybe he isn't even the WS, maybe he's just suddenly famous and/or in danger) needs a bodyguard, Tony sends his own personal one - the Iron Man.
A/N: I’ve opted for a 616-kinda setting, but not really? It’s come out more like a mix of MCU and 616 and I don’t even know how that happened...but anyway ;D Secret identities are a thing and Tony (and Bucky) is a pining mess ^^ Hope you’ll enjoy it! <3 ~Lantia
“You want me to…what?” Tony stares at the Captain like he grew three extra heads.
“It would be temporary, just until we locate the HYDRA strain and deal with it,” Cap raises a placating hand and initiates the puppy dog eyes he refuses to admit he has.
Not even half a year after Bucky Barnes - the Winter Soldier joined the fold, HYDRA is already scheming to get their former assassin back. So Cap may stand here and sound all casual but Tony’s not fooled.
He’s anxious and worried and wants to wipe HYDRA off Barnes’s back as soon as possible…because God forbid they would succeed and get their slimy tentacles back on the man.
“But if Iron Man is otherwise engaged - ”
“No! I mean…I’ll have to double-check with him but I’m sure he’ll make some space in his busy schedule after I lay down the situation to him.”
It’s times like these Tony wished everybody would know he is Iron Man. Or at least the Avengers. As it is, Cap’s sweating it over here thinking Tony will refuse to let Iron Man bodyguard his bestest friend until HYDRA’s dealt with because Tony and Barnes aren’t exactly friends.
That’s where the split personality sets in. Iron Man and Bucky are friends. They hang out after missions all the time. No way Iron Man wouldn’t lend a helping hand to his metal bro and aside from Cap, Iron Man is the only one Bucky would voluntarily spend time with.
Tony is…well, he’s just the eccentric engineer that has a giant hidden crush on the former HYDRA assassin and occasionally fixes up his metal hand so Cap really has no reason to believe he’d go out of his way to help Barnes beyond that.
These secret identity shenanigans are giving him a headache.
“But if you need him - ”
“Cap! It’s fine. I’ve got no big plans ahead other than working on the new version of the armor and I don’t need Iron Man to cover my ass while doing that. In fact, I don’t want him anywhere near the lab…the guy’s a menace around tech,” he laughs, a little too high-pitched for his own liking but Capsicle pays it little attention.
“I’ll owe you one, Tony. A big one,” he smiles at him, squeezing his shoulder gently.
“Hey now, anything for friends. Besides, Iron Man is going to do all the work so take it up with him,” Tony shrugs.
“I will. Thank you, Tony.”
Another mission, another week of pretense to get ready for. Just his luck.
(read-more ahead!)
  “I told Stevie I don’t need no bodyguard,” Bucky rolls his eyes, but greets him – the Iron Man – with a smile the next day on the common floor.
“He didn’t want to lock you up…which was the only other option. And it’s not like I mind. Any HYDRA that dares slither near us I’ll happily blast away to dust.”
He chuckles, flipping a gun into his thigh holster. “You and I both, man. Stark okay with this?”
Is he okay with this? Nope. He needs Bucky to stop calling him Stark. And more importantly, he needs to stop these…these…feelings. “Pffft, sure. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Dunno. I don’t think he likes me very much.”
Is this guy for real?! Tony’s been positively giving him the bedroom eyes for months!
Behind his back. Secretly and cowardly. God dammit.
“If he didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here,” he points at himself, the entire sentence entangling his brain with its ridiculousness. There’s only so many more times he can refer to himself in third person while pretending to not be himself before he goes certifiably insane. “Even if he didn’t like you, I doubt he would hate you enough to let HYDRA just have a go at you. The man hates HYDRA with a passion.”
Bucky hums, not looking very persuaded. “Anyway, we’ve got a hella lot of time on our hands…I’m thinkin’ we make the most of it. Any ideas?” he grins.
A wide range of variously dirty ideas, yes. “No video games. Thor is destroying enough controllers for all of us, I don’t need Tony on my back because of that too.” Not to mention Bucky is way too good at Mortal Combat.
“Movie?”
“The last time I checked, you like Star Wars. I don’t want to be seen watching that anywhere in this time, space and dimension.”
“A TV show then.”
“If you say Star Trek, I will puke all over the inside of this armor.”
“Widow recommended somethin’ new to me a while back…what was it…a Game of Dragons?”
Tony laughs, moving on to the sofa. Leave it to Widow to have some proper cinematic sense…and sense of humor. How many times do they say ‘Winter is coming’ in there again? “Game of Thrones. Sure. I’m up to re-watch that. JARVIS?”
“I shall queue up the first season for you then.”
They sit down, lifting their feet on the coffee table – since Cap is nowhere around to scold them about it – and JARVIS rolls the intro.
“Winter is coming? Seriously?” Bucky laughs at the title of the first episode, but enjoys watching the rest of it anyway.
  They spend the next few days in the Tower – watching TV, sparring in the gym, having lazy conversations over ice coffee. With majority of the Avengers deployed to deal with the HYDRA problem, they’re mostly left alone.
Spiderman hangs out with them one afternoon after school – that he still stubbornly denies to still be attending, Wolverine goes for a couple rounds with Bucky in the gym and Deadpool drops on them out of nowhere after they’ve had a couple of drinks and were failing at karaoke - singing Careless whisper with them…twice.
Cap keeps them updated on the mission and by the looks of it they’re hot on HYDRA’s tail. Tony’s both relieved and…disappointed. Cap’s efficient work means there will no longer be a threat to Bucky’s wellbeing – that they know of – and so there will be no need for Iron Man’s services anymore. Which is good. Bucky safe and sound is good.
Tony will have to find another excuse to keep the man company – preferably one that doesn’t include imminent threat of kidnapping or death.
So much for him being the cocky flyboy flirting with everything that moves…when it comes to Bucky, he’s completely useless.
It’s easy to quip with him in the armor. Bucky likes Iron Man. Tony on the other hand…just the idea of striking up a friendly conversation with him as Tony is…scary. He never did good with rejection after all. And it would be the worst…to be accepted as Iron Man, rejected as Tony. As if he’s two people instead of one.
It’s all over on day six.
“We got them, Iron Man! We secured the base, got all the evidence we need and when Widow’s done with the agents, we’ll have even more.”
“That’s…great news! Well, take your time, Cap. We’ll be waiting for ya right here,” he tells him, hanging up on the call after Cap gives him an ETA of their return.
In few hours, the HYDRA scum are going to be stuffed in prison and the Avengers will return victorious. They’ll celebrate, Iron Man will make some likely excuse to why Tony wouldn’t be attending – not that he expects to be invited – and by tomorrow morning, Tony will be locking himself up in the lab for a week, moping like a lovesick teenager.
When did he get this pathetic?
Before his brain can conjure up some disturbing reply, Bucky appears in his line of sight, beer in hand. “Everythin’ alright?”
“Uh…yeah. Everything is…perfect. Cap and the team found the HYDRA base and are in the middle of raiding it as we speak,” he tries going for a happy tone, failing quite miserably. The helmet does have its uses at times like these. His face would betray way too much right now.
“Oh,” Bucky frowns, which is definitely not the reaction Tony is expecting. “I mean, yeah, that’s…good. So. How about we start the celebration of mission well done a lil’ early?”
“Sure…looks like you already started,” he points at the beer.
“Heh. Anyway…we could invite Stark up here. Did he even leave the lab for one second in these past few days? Or is he back to working himself into oblivion on some fancy new tech stuff?”
“Yep, you said it. There’s no bringing him out of the lab when he’s working on an exciting project. What do you say, JARVIS? Think Tony might be up for a party?”
Poor JARVIS had to get used to this hidden identity bullshit as well. He finds it amusing most of all. That little…
“Uhm…JARVIS?” Bucky frowns at the lack of a reply from the AI and unbeknownst to him, so does Tony.
“JARVIS! Report,” he demands but the comms remain ominously quiet.
“That ain’t good,” Bucky whips up a knife out of nowhere, grabbing onto his forearm and trying to push him out of the open.
Tony doesn’t budge. He has the perfect view of the hallway leading to the emergency stairwell exits and that’s why he sees it coming. It being three different grenades flying their way. Without JARVIS to do some quick thinking for him, he pushes Bucky as far away from the expected impact as he can, shielding him with the entirety of his body.
A flashbang goes off first, followed quickly by two explosions. What are they trying to do?! Get the Winter Soldier back in pieces?!
He stands up, repulsors at the ready while Bucky scrambles behind the sofa for cover – and the gun conveniently hidden underneath it. They shower the hallway in gun and repulsor fire, keeping the intruders at bay.
Just as Tony makes his way towards the stairwell to introduce them to Iron Man’s fists up close, a deafening explosion rings throughout the room, shattering all the windows and sending him flying against a wall.
A wave of HYDRA agents flood the room from both the stairwell and the outside – likely coming down from the roof and before Tony can get back on his feet and blast them all to hell, they’re surrounded and most – if not all – of their weapons pointed at Bucky.
Those bastards came prepared, he curses, his brain already going through possible ways out of their predicament.
“Better stand down, trash can. Or your buddy’s toast,” one of the agents steps up to him, hands in his pockets – must be the wannabe leader.
“Better toast than back with HYDRA,” Bucky spits, his gun sill pointed at the closest agent in front of him.
Tony would prefer neither option. But there’s too many of them. Even if he targets them all, chances are one of them gets a lucky shot…and that’s all it takes. He lowers the repulsors – they are not his only weapon after all and this way he might get some more time. Maybe…hopefully…
Bucky growls, definitely not approving of the gesture. “Just shoot ‘em all, Iron Man!”
“Good move,” the leader snickers, taking another step toward him. “Now…you’re going to tell me the passcode to Tony Stark’s lab.”
“What?!” Bucky blurts out, the gun flying sideways to aim at the leader.
“What?” Tony frowns, confused more than anything else.
“You think we bothered with all of this just for you?” the man glances at Bucky. “Nah…now that we’re here, we’ll be leaving with everything we can get. So,” he turns back to him. “Surely Stark’s very own bodyguard knows the code to get into the lab. Turns out just disabling the AI isn’t enough to get in there.”
Despite the situation, Tony finds himself grinning from ear to ear. “What do you want with Stark?” he asks, trying to hide his mirth.
“Oh this and that. Now, trash bucket. The code or we’re shooting this one through and through.”
He would usually point out how ridiculous that threat is – if they were to do that, he would just shoot them all and they’d get nothing. But Tony would lose…everything. So he keeps his mouth shut and instead focuses on the tiny plan already taking shape in his head.
“That’s a little greedy of you, isn’t it? Tell you what…I’ll give you the passcode,” he offers, ignoring the pair of widened eyes that pierce through him. “Take Stark, do whatever the hell you want with him…but you’ll leave Barnes here.”
“Hell no,” the former assassin growls some more, this time deep and threatening.
The leader smirks. “Done.”
“No! You can’t do that!” Bucky yells at him.
“I can and I will,” Tony shrugs, noting the sting of betrayal in Bucky’s voice. “How do I know you’ll honor your end of this bargain?”
“If we get Stark, what’s the point of having this…broken thing,” the man sneers at Bucky. “He’s obsolete. And we’re looking for a new model, if you know what I mean. Stark can provide us with that and more.”
“Fair enough.”
“What are you…you’re supposed to protect him!”
“Yeah…I’m tired of doing everything he tells me, what am I, his slave? Stark’s a jerk and a damn handful…chances are, you’re not even gonna want him once you find that out for yourself,” he tells the leader, ignoring Bucky altogether.
“You owe him…everything! He made you!”
Oh Buckaroo, you have no idea. “Exactly. And I don’t need him anymore,” he gives Bucky a look, the neutral face of the helmet betraying nothing.
The amount of hurt and disbelieve on his face is painful to see…and at the same time interesting. It would almost seem like he cares. About Tony. Which is unexpected, but plays right into his hands.
“We have a deal then, Iron Man,” the leader finally addresses him properly and they shake hands.
“The code is 12161991,” he tells him, barely containing his grin.
The leader nods at his lackeys. “You and your team stay here – just as a precaution of course. Once we have Stark, we’re out of here before the Avengers get back.”
Just as Tony predicted, most of the agents move along with the leader, which leaves only seven agents guarding them. And seven is much better than twenty. He can work with seven. They can.
Despite the raging schizophrenia he’s beginning to sport because of their hidden identities, they are good for something after all. Everybody knows Tony Stark is the genius – and Iron Man is just a guy in a can. If they knew Tony Stark is in fact inside the armor, nobody would ever be so easily fooled by him into anything, under no circumstances. This way, he is being underestimated from the get go.
Perfect.
“How could you!” the now quite furious supersoldier growls at him, the gun actually pointed at him. “I thought…I thought…,” he trails off, his steely gaze never wavering though. “If anything happens to him, I’ll never forgive you!”
Tony reels back, falling out of character for a second before JARVIS’s voice brings him back to the mission at hand.
“Emergency reboot complete, Sir. I have regained control over the armor’s systems but I’m afraid my systems in the Tower are still not fully functional.”
“Never mind that, just target these assholes and let’s get this over with, J!” he commands only for JARVIS to hear.
The targeting initiates, locking onto all but one of the agents – the one positioned behind Bucky.
Tony tries maneuvering to the side a little but the still furious assassin moves with him. Looks like he has no other choice.
“Nothing will happen to him,” he says carefully, eyeing the agents for suspicious reactions.
“Do you have any idea what they’re gonna do to him?!”
“Bucky…”
“This is HYDRA! Not some wannabe villains of the week!”
“Snowflake?”
“If they get away with h - ” he pauses, blinking at him. A small frown caresses his forehead as he stares at Tony.
“You must be a real special kinda snowflake to jam a screwdriver up your arm thinking you could fix it,” Tony says, echoing the first sentence he’s ever told the assassin.
Not Iron Man. Tony.
Bucky cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed before they widen with realization.
“Sorry, you were probably about to shoot me. So why don’t you get down to it?” Tony adds and it only takes a second for the assassin to register the command and drop to the floor, leaving the last agent exposed to the armor’s gunfire.
It happens fast from there on. The agents have just enough time to look surprised before JARVIS deploys the shots against the locked on targets and a moment later, they are mere corpses on the ground.
“Targets neutralized,” JARVIS confirms.
“Thanks, J. You’re the best. Let me know when you’re a hundred percent back online.”
“Will do, Sir.”
Bucky gathers himself up from the floor, glancing around at the carnage before his gaze rests on Tony. Before either of them can speak up, the steady hum of the quinjet sounds from the outside and the room is suddenly full of very concerned-looking Avengers.
“Is everyone okay?!” Cap approaches them, glaring at the corpses. “We got here as fast as we could after Widow got the intel on their plan B.”
Right…back to Iron Man mode.
“Was this supposed to be it?” he waves at the dead agents. “So much for plan B, I’d say.”
“There should be more of them,” Widow warns them, still in full alert.
“Yeah, they’re in Stark’s lab,” he shrugs.
“What?!” Cap blurts out. “How did they get there?”
Tony sighs, raising his hands defensively. “Just relax, okay? They got a bit greedy and wanted Stark as well as the Winter Soldier…so I gave them the passcode to the lab that lets them in but also triggers a trap, locking them in there.”
“With Tony?!”
What’s with the supersoldiers today?! “He flew to London this morning. Some emergency SI business or something.”
Cap breathes out, nodding. “Good. Let’s go take care of the rest of them then.”
“Lead the way, Captain,” he prompts him and they all head down to the lab, subduing the now very salty wannabe leader and his minions.
 For a week, Tony successfully evades the former HYDRA soldier. He even stoops as low as having JARVIS make sure the coast is clear whenever he emerges from the lab to go to the kitchen for snacks and coffee. It’s not like he wants to avoid him. But there are certain conversations he is so not ready to have, no matter how helpful they would be in the long run.
In fact, there’s not much to converse about anyway. Bucky knows.
There’s no way he doesn’t know, unless he has a brain the size of a peanut. Like Hawkeye. Nope. Bucky knows. So Tony sticks to his ninja play and spends his days sulking in the lab.
Maybe he should go on a vacation as well. If Iron Man can go on a vacation, why can’t he? He is Iron Man!
And if that isn’t the source of all his problems ever, he doesn’t know what is.
When he returns to the lab one evening with a Hulk-sized mug of coffee in hand, he almost spills it all over the workbench when he spots a certain soldier lurking in the shadows in front of him.
“The fuck - ” he places a palm over the arc reactor, the frantic beating of his heart drumming through the reactor’s calming hum. “Where did you come from?!” The lab can’t be accessed any other way than through the doors and with the correct passcode. Not unless someone dares to wiggle through the vents – now impassably rigged with tripwires and explosives, since a certain purple-clad superhero decided to use them instead of hallways.
Bucky emerges from the darkness with one of his rare huge smirks and nods at the entrance. “The door?”
“You don’t have the passcode!” he glares at him.
“I have a passcode. 12161991?”
Son of bitch. That’s…resourceful. “Why would you wanna lock yourself in here, you weirdo?”
“Because you’re here,” he shrugs, the smirk turning toothy.
“O…kay?”
“Thought it’s the perfect opportunity…with Iron Man on that vacation of his. He better send me a postcard or somethin’.”
He stares at Bucky like he’s just grown a second head, which only makes him smirk harder.
“Better be a good fucking postcard. In the meantime, I’m thinkin’ dinner. You, me, burgers…milkshakes?”
“Wh – what?!” he blurts out, shaking his head as if trying to wake up from this Twilight zone he fell into.
Bucky sighs, the smirk easing into a soft smile never before seen on his face. “You really think I jammed a screwdriver into my arm because I was trying to repair it? Who do you think I am, Hawkeye?! And what was the excuse after this one? That I tried stopping elevator doors with the arm and that’s why it looked like it’s been almost split in half with a vibranium shield? It was the shield…and it didn’t just slip from my hand either, I slammed it down real damn hard. The doombots didn’t even touch the arm the week after that, I actually stuck that bot claw into it myself and then the excuses to come down here to hang out with you got even more ridiculous.”
“You…what?!”
“I like you, you jerk,” he rolls his eyes, folding his hands over his chest, metal intertwined with flesh. “How much more obvious do I gotta get?! So when you just…ignored me, hell even flirted with everyone but me I figured there’s no chance. Guy can take a hint, you know?” he shrugs, the smile turning sad for a moment. “That said…I really can take a hint.”
Tony forces his brain to finally start working again and quickly absorbs everything the man has just said.
He knows.
And instead of interrogating him about it or demanding explanations he’s…he’s…using the newfound information to apparently continue flirting with Tony and actually asking him out. On a dinner date.
Tony. Not Iron Man.  
Well, technically both, because he knows…he knows.
Tony emits a startled chuckle, lips twitching into a grin. “Uhm…I uh…guess I can be an idiot sometimes? Like, one out of a million times. Which isn’t really that often. Of course it isn’t, because I’m a genius after all. We do get to be stupid every now and then. Every ten years maybe, or twe - ”
“Tony?” Bucky interrupts his ramble, still with that stupidly perfect smile directed at him.
He could listen to the man saying his name like that all day. Or forever.
“Yeah?”
“What about that dinner?”
“Wh…dude. That rant a second ago? That was me saying hell yes I wanna go to a dinner with you…how obvious do I gotta get?!” he laughs, becoming unusually shy under the intense look Bucky’s inspecting him with.
“Hella obvious,” he winks and slips past Tony, lingering close to him on the way towards the doors, shoulders only just touching.
Metal and flesh.
“I’ll pick ye up in an hour,” Bucky looks back before JARVIS lets him out of the lab, leaving Tony absentmindedly nodding, staring at the door.
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe being just Tony beats being Iron Man. And maybe being both…and being seen as both isn’t as climactic as he thought it would be or have to be.
Because Bucky likes him – in and out of the can. And for tonight, that’s all that matters.
~Fin
432 notes · View notes
lochdandloaded · 5 years
Text
Moments On The Lake (Oneshot)
Rating: M Pairing(s): McHanzo (Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada) Warnings/Triggers: Mentions of blood, mild swearing, description of corpses Notes: Mermaid AU, Human!Hanzo,  Summary: Moments of a relationship seen through the most loyal eyes, or how Iwanko learnt to love the merman bomb.
Once again, a fic for @kannibal‘s MerCree AU over on Twitter (go check it out for more info and art!!). A doggo POV oneshot this time, exploring Hanzo and McCree’s relationship through their eyes.
AO3 || Twitter || Ko-Fi || Storenvy
Read below the cut
Translations: Chichi - Dad Youfusama - Father Shinnyuu - New guy Chiisha - Dad's guy Gup - Short for guppy, aka the mermaid equivalent of babe/baby
It was a day like any other, out on the ice caps with Youfusama holding the treats while showing what the buttons on his strange flat pad did. Distant eeping signaled the trackers in the area yet to be cataloged, and it was now Iwanko and Sister’s job to find them for their final training session Youfusama made it clear that this was their most important task to date - everything rested on them passing this test!
So of course, Iwanko wasn’t happy when the Sea Monster came and ruined it all.
He’d been at the edge of the caps, steering clear of the water whilst following the walrus the last tracker was attached to. It was staying underwater, which meant he couldn’t get close, which meant he would fail and Iwanko couldn't let that happen—
A large splash knocked Iwanko back and soaked him, covering him in The Bad Place smell and scarning off his target. He shook himself dry and growled as a large shadow fell over him.
“Hey there, lil’ fella. You lookin’ for somethin’?”
Narrowed red eyes. Claws longer than his head. Large fangs twice as sharp as his own, and rippling muscles in a twisted body of man and sea dog: Sea Monster. The Bad Place was coming for him, for Sister, and Youfu—
Iwanko surged forward, teeth bared, and snapped down on the closest limb. The monster flailed and yelled, but Iwanko held on tight. The skin was rough against his tongue and his teeth ached as he put all of his strength into the bite. The limb lifted up, nearly taking Iwanko off his feet. He dug his claws into the ice and flattened his ears, snarling loudly as the monster struggled in vain.
“Iwanko!”
Youfusama?
Sister barreled into him, knocking Iwanko off his feet and forcing him off the Sea Monster. She curled up into his space, nuzzling his fur and nibbling his muzzle. He barked and shoved her off, nipping back at Siser. She wagged her tail and climbed all over, pinning him in place.
Youfusama came into view as he jogged over, breathing hard and gaze darting around the scene. Iwanko sat up against Sister, waiting for Youfusama’s assessment on his defense.
Sea Monster clambered up fully onto the ice towards Youfusama, revealing the full extent of its half-human, half… seal body. It cradled its left fin in its claw, flexing muscles and speaking in a low tone. Youfusama went over to it (WHAT) and fussed over the fin, replying in kind- the same way he did over Iwanko’s scarred paw or Sister’s tangled up harness.
What was he doing! Couldn’t he see the danger the Sea Monster brought?! They had to run, get far away before it dragged them all under the water!
Youfusama stood straight and adjusted his furs, still speaking. Sea Monster spoke back and nudged close enough to bump hips. Iwanko growled but Sister held him down on the ice could jump in to defeat the creature. The Sea Monster towered over Youfusama, a glint in his winking eye that wasn’t t be trusted.
Youfusama rolled his eyes and grumbled, but his face brightened in a similar way to how it did in front of a fire It wasn’t warm now, so why was he red? Sea Monster saw it and chuckled as Youfusama turned and walked over.
“Iwanko, Hachiko—” They scrambled to sit up properly, tails wagging and backs ramrod straight. “ — this is Jesse. He’s not human like me or the other agents, but he IS a friend. I trust you both to behave around him.”
The Sea Monster, a friend ?! Had Youfusama lost his mind?!
“I mean it, Iwanko.” He switched to the Old Language, a stern look in his eye. Iwanko lowered his growl to a whimper and glared at Sea Monster.
It bared its teeth at them and waved its claws around. Sister barked happily and bounced on her paws in her strange, little dance. Youfusama smiled and ruffled her fur, letting her run off to the Sea Monster. He grabbed Iwanko’s harness before he could intervene, and watched as she jumped onto the monster, licking its face and begging for attention like the traitor she was.
Youfusama scratched behind his ears and Iwanko leant into the touch, whining quietly.
“Try your best, Iwacchi.” Youfusama muttered, still watching Sister and the Sea Monster play around on the ice. Iwanko pouted at the sight, how captivated Youfusama seemed by the Sea Monster’s antics
How easily he smiled at it and laughed, and softened — all things meant for him and Sister alone.
Iwanko kept his eye on the playfulness, an edge set to his fangs. If Sea Monster was supposed to be a friend, then that meant it would be around more often; taking Youfusama’s attention, covering them with its salty musk before pulling them under the waves for good. Youfusama was being tricked!
But not Iwanko. No, he wouldn’t be tricked.
No matter what, he wouldn’t let the Sea Monster get the upper hand over him and his pack.
0XX0
Ever since Shinnyuu had visited and gifted Chichi the soft feather shawl, Brother had been annoyed by the gift’s existence and growled whenever he smelt it nearby. Chichi ignored him and wore it everyday over his furs, indoors and out. He even took it with his luggage when they went to other bases! He smiled more freely, lost himself in thought, perked up whenever Shinnyuu was brought up.
So when Chichi began to spend his free time hunched over his office desk with yards of cord, rope, strong and seashells all over the place, Hachiko knew everything was going to change for the better.
(Brother didn’t agree, but what did he know of a seal man so clearly enamoured by their wonderful Chichi?
One way or another, hachiko would find a way to help Shinnyuu mate with Chichi. No matter what Brother thought!)
Hachiko sat by Chichi’s desk as he wove his materials in a pattern she didn’t understand, watching with a keen eye and perked up ears. He scratched her ears but didn’t pause in his crafting, though his gaze drifted to a distance only he could see. Hachiko licked his fingers and yipped at him.
“He’s a strange one, he is.” Shinnyuu? Hachiko tilted her head as Chichi sighed, fiddling with the red cord. “Of course he is, he’s a merman for God’s sake!”
She rested her head on his arm and waited as he wrestled with his words. Eventually, Chichi groaned and put down his work to pull her up into his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her. Hachiko curled up against his chest and nuzzled him, tail wagging slowly. She couldn’t fit as well as she used to when they first met, but Chichi was strong enough to hold her up for hours.
“I don’t know, Hachi. He’s a friend, a real one.” He kissed the top of her head, stroking down her neck. “I feel like I can truly be myself around him; he doesn’t have any expectations of me or the Shimada name. It’s… refreshing.”
He stalled in his strokes. Hachiko whined and licked his jaw, then nipped his fingers when he pushed her down.
“I like him. I really like him, Hachi. Obviously someone as forked up as me would fall for a merman of all things.”
Hachiko growled at his hollow laugh and bit his chin, squirming in his hold until he pinned her down with a glare. Chichi couldn’t talk about himself or Shinnyuu that way!
“I could do worse. At least Jesse is a kind man; he’ll turn me down gently.”
Hachiko pouted and whined louder. Didn’t Chichi know Shinnyuu wanted him? Couldn’t he smell how his musk shifted whenever Chichi came close to him, or see how Shinnyuu presented himself when Chichi gazed too long? Shinnyuu was practically begging to be mounted! Everything he did was an obvious sign that he wanted to be mates and have their own pack!
Hachiko sat up, panting. Starting their own pack would mean puppies! More Brothers and Sisters for her to play with and look after! A real pack for her and Brother to be a part of!
Oh, this was fantastic!! Hachiko had to make Chichi see how much Shinnyuu wanted this too. And she would .
(No no, he wasn’t Shinnyuu, not really. He was Chiisha!)
With one last nip, Hachiko jumped off Chichi’s lap and trotted out of his office to go find Brother. Even if he didn’t like Chiisha, he would love to have puppies around! They both missed having a larger pack to play and hunt with - this would be the best news Brother ever heard!
0XX0
It was not the best news Brother had ever heard.
The very thought of Chichi and Chiisha mating was the most offensive idea Brother had heard, and he refused to accept how smitten their Chichi was by his seal man.
This went so far as to squeeze between them during their courting exchanges - as Chiisha called them - and interrupting their moments of rare quiet. He even stopped Chichi from initiating mating with Chiisha! Hachiko bit his scarred paw for that, and they both ended up locked in the kennels for the night over it.
Chichi didn’t tolerate Brother’s plotting for long, and it worked out for him when, one evening, he and Chiisha came back from swimming in such high spirits, Hachiko couldn’t help but be curious about what happened while they were out on their own.
(Brother was less than enthusiastic.)
Chiisha was tailing behind Chichi, a wide grin on his flushed face as he wildly gestured. Chichi was smirking, also brightly flushed, loose limbed and seemingly uncaring as to who saw him. So unlike the Chichi she knew!
Hachiko stopped in her path to them when Chiisha took Chichi’s wrist, tugging him back into his space and leaning in close. Chichi froze in place, staring wide eyed up at Chiisha while his hands writhed at his sides, aching to mirror Chiisha’s claws ghosting over Chichi’s cheek. Hachiko quashed down her barks and sat down, barely containing her excitement in the hectic wag of her tail.
“Do it again, darlin’. Please .” Chiisha’s voice was so quiet, barely a whisper on the wind. Chichi shivered nonetheless, gaze flitting down Chiisha’s face.
“I’ve shown you enough times.” Chichi replied with a fake grumble, eyes now half-lidded and looking anywhere but in front of him. Chiisha laughed softly and tilted his chin up to meet him, resting their foreheads together.
“Just once more, it’ll stick this time.” Hachiko leaned in, ears perked up high to catch the quiet voices.
“Somehow I doubt that.” Chichi chuckled and he closed his eyes, finally moving his hands up Chiisha’s arms to hold him close. They moved in, lips brushing and hearts skipping, just like Old Master did with their mate—!
A Brother-shaped blur pounced on to Chiisha’s tail, barking madly. They sprang apart, static flying in the space left behind - a flash in Chichi’s eyes - and Hachiko rushed over to yap at her dumb brother for ruining such a perfect moment!
Said brother was clinging to Chiisha’s tail, claws caught on the fur, and lips curled up in a snarl directed as Chiisha. He and Chichi watched as Brother’s hackles raised, voicing every negative opinion he had towards their coupling. Hachiko kept barking at him, jumping up to try and dislodge him but he was firmly seated.
What was he doing?! Didn’t he want their Chichi to be happy?
Or for the pack to grow stronger?
Why was he letting his stupid ocean fear get in the way of their family?
Brother had no answer for her, as he kept growling at Chiisha. Chichi breathed, in through the nose and slowly out of his mouth whenever he was angry (at her?), and marched over. Hachiko sat down on the grass silently, ready to bare her belly. Brother didn’t budge.
Chichi snatched Brother from his perch by his scruff and it knocked him out of his angered trance. Immediately, he slackened and whined, even tried to lick Chichi’s face. He was planted on the ground next to Hachiko, and Chichi knelt in front of them, his expression something she had never seen directed at them before.
“That,” He said lowly in the Old Language, face darkening. “was incredibly inappropriate behaviour. Hachiko, go back to the hub; Iwanko, you will apologise to Jesse this instant .”
A duet of whines were cut short by another flash in his eyes and they stood, tails between their legs and heads low. Hachiko glanced to Brother, the regret and conflict running off him in waves. She cried and quickly nipped his muzzle, sending her well wishes through a brief shoulder bump before she trotted off to the hub. Chiisha’s voice made her look over her shoulder, finding him leaning against Chichi, arms wrapped around his waist and trilling to him. Brother stood by their feet, staring at the ground without a sound.
Chichi caught her watching and waved her off, taking Chiisha’s arms off him but sticking to his side, tilting his ear to the soft chirps and whistles of a mate. Hachiko brightened and wagged her tail; Chichi and Chiisha would be fine! More than fine, they’d build the strongest pack and Hachiko would have a place in it, just like before!
Even if Brother didn’t agree or kept trying to stop the progress, Hachiko knew nothing would stand in the way of their pack.
0XX0
The Sea Monster was back in the house for the fourth time in so many days and Iwanko was twitching to run him out into the snow. Its scent was everywhere, it was driving him crazy! Youfusama was tolerating it, giving it free reign of their home, and cuddling up to it in front of the fireplace - it was all leading to what Sister had predicted moons ago.
Iwanko still didn’t like it. The Sea Monster as Youfusama’s mate - a part of their pack - was still insulting to even think about, but Iwanko had made a promise moons ago to Youfusama to ‘act civil’ around the Sea Monster and he was really, really trying to be a good boy about it.
But it was so hard when the Sea Monster was taking over, stealing Youfusama’s attention, turning their home into its lair, and generally acting as if he were already part of their pack. Sister argued that it was, and he would know this too if he put in any effort to scent Youfusama, but Iwanko knew their Youfusama better than that. He wouldn’t carelessly mate with this creature as if it wasn’t a huge matter.
Youfusama was way smarter than that.
Even so, he was still capable of being tricked into rushing the Sea Monster in to his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. Iwanko sat in front of it now, growling low in his throat as he listened to the noises coming from inside. Mostly the Sea Monster whispering and chirping to Youfusama, saying things Iwanko couldn’t understand.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Spread out, just like that.”
“You prepped y’self so well; are y’ ready to take all of me?”
“You like that, don’tcha? Knuckle deep an’ you only want more of me.”
“I’m gonna fill you up an’ make you mine .”
None of it made any sense! Youfusama hadn’t said anything to the Sea Monster, and there were scents Iwanko didn’t recognise flowing out from under the door. Nothing to hint at Youfusama being in mortal danger, but there was nothing to comfort him either. The not-knowing was the worst part of being stuck on the other side of this stupid door, plus not being able to immediately get to Youfusama when the creature turned against him.
A husky groan came through the door and Iwanko sat up. That was Youfusama! He pressed an ear against the door, trying to pick up anything being said.
“Off, Jesse. Get off, get off.”
Was the Sea Monster holding Youfusama down? Keeping him against his will so he wouldn’t struggle while it ate him? Kidnapping him away to the ocean to drown?!
“Ah—!” A drawn-out sound came from Youfusama, followed by a hiss of pain. He was being hurt! More was being said, but Iwanko paid it no attention; he had to rescue Youfusama!
Iwanko stepped back from the door and glared at the round handle. The house wasn’t like the big base they sometimes visited; it was ‘old fashioned’, and so didn’t have buttoned pads that controlled the doors. Only those like Youfusama and the Sea Monster could open these kinds of doors with their fingers and thumbs.
Iwanko growled again and barked at the door, as if that would do anything. He got louder and louder, making sure it was enough for Youfusama to hear him and be assured Iwanko was on the way to save him. Sister poked out from the kitchen area, lolling her head to the side and whining at him.
He barked at her too and she came over to investigate. With the two of them together, they could figure out a way to get to Youfusama! Sister sniffed around the door, perking her ears up at the sounds inside the room.
She yipped and bounced on her paws, wagging her tail. Iwanko blinked at her, flattening his ears. She yipped again, jumping up at him and licking over his muzzle, excited for no reason he could determine. Their Youfusama was in danger and she wasn’t helping!
Sister trotted off, leaving Iwanko alone in the hallway once more, without helping him a single bit. Typical! She probably had puppies on the brain again, so it was up to him alone to carry out the rescue.
Assessing the situation calmly, Iwanko knew he’d have to open the door by himself without any hands to help. So, he balanced carefully on his hind legs and bit down on the door handle. It was a strange taste in his mouth, nothing like the tennis balls Youfusama threw for them. It was slippery as well, but Iwanko held on with all of his strength, tugging down.
With enough pulling and twisting, Iwanko finally got the door to click open. He let go, working his jaw for it to be comfortable again, then quickly dashed into the bedroom into the action.
The first thing he noticed was how they were positioned: the Sea Monster was lying on the bare bed against the headboard, throat and stomach bared with its arms tied loosely above its head. Youfusama was kneeling over it, straddled on its tail and hovering over something too-thick coming out of it. He was bare as well, his furs scattered across the floor along with the creature’s own so-called garments, which was enough to give Iwanko pause.
The scent of the room was thick and overwhelming, leaving no doubt of what they were doing. No wonder Sister was so happy, but no! Iwanko wouldn’t believe it; Youfusama wasn’t like this! He knew better than to trust the sea that had almost taken them as puppies, the sea that had ripped him from the arms of his Old Master and the life he’d known, the sea that had killed everyone. Iwanko had to remind him, save him from the trickster waiting to drag him down to the depths.
Snapping out of his stupor, Iwanko bristled and started barking again. Youfusama and the Sea Monster startled at the noise, and Youfusama’s grip on the creature slipped. He quickly fell down on the thickness from its tail and it froze, a strangled noise gasping out of its gaping maw.
“ F- fuck!” Youfusama choked out, doubling over himself rigid and tense all over. The Sea Monster stayed completely still, eyes darting over him. Iwanko stayed at the end of the bed, snarling at it as it freed its arms from the loose cord to ghost its hands over Youfusama.
“Hanzo, angelfish, talk t’ me.” It whispered, trying to look at his face and rubbing its hands up Youfusama’s arms. “Are you hurt? Say somethin’, please.”
Youfusama gripped the creature’s shoulders, nails digging in as he shook his head. Iwanko sniffed the air - no blood, but Youfusama was too quiet. He was breathing in short gasps, not saying a word. Something was wrong and the Sea Monster was responsible!
It trilled and purred, nuzzling into Youfusama’s hair. Its hands moved down to his hips and Iwanko growled again, hackles raised. The Sea Monster glanced at him, eyes narrowed as it held onto Youfusama. He tightened his grip on its shoulders and whimpered, curling over more to bury his face into its marked neck. He was breathing faster now, too fast.
Iwanko relaxed and inched closer as the Sea Monster kept chirping, whispering in the pauses. Youfusama stayed the same, white-knuckled and shuddering, and every moment that passed like that made Iwanko more anxious. What was wrong with Youfusama? Nothing was happening; something should be happening!
While the Sea Monster was distracted, Iwanko came up the bed and pressed his wet nose to Youfusama’s knee. There was a slight shiver, but no reprimand or a playful shove to his snout. Youfusama was really in trouble.
“You don’t gotta be here,” the Sea Monster grumbled, looking over Youfusama’s head to narrow its gaze at Iwanko. He huffed and glared back with a pout. “Once Hanzo’s adjusted, he’ll be fine. I’ll take care of ‘im.”
Iwanko barked and growled at it again. He couldn’t leave Youfusama with it! The Sea Monster was the reason he was hurt in the first place! Iwanko had to stay and protect Youfusama.
“Hey, if you hadn’t burst in ‘ere all a sudden, Hanzo wouldn’ be like this!” The Sea Monster growled back, wrapping an arm around Youfusama’s waist as his other hand petted his hair. Youfusama grunted and slumped slightly in its hold. It trilled and nuzzled his cheek, spreading its scent.
“He’s my mate an’ I’m gonna take care of him, no matter what you think.”
Iwanko snarled at that. It was his Youfusama! It was his job to protect him from all danger!
The creature ignored him to keep nuzzling Youfusama, moving down to his neck and brushing his loose hair aside. From his spot, Iwanko could see the long, faded teeth marks on Youfusama’s nape, surrounded by fresher marks all over his neck. A similar, if smaller, mark was near the creature’s collarbone, sparking dimly with flashes much like Youfusama’s arm did.
There was no mistaking it: they were mated. Iwanko couldn’t deny it.
And something in him broke.
Despite everything - all his efforts! - Youfusama and the creature were mates, growing their pack to include monsters of the ocean - everything Iwanko hated (and feared, he told no one).
Youfusama made his choice, nothing Iwanko barked or did would ever change that. The Sea Monster was here to stay, give Youfusama puppies like Sister wanted, and nothing was ever going to be the same (it already wasn’t).
Iwanko didn’t know what to do.
How could he protect his pack when the threat was the pack? Where was his place if not that? Did he have one anymore—
“Iwacchi.”
Iwanko snapped his head up, crying when he found Youfusama’s flashing eyes on him. They were tired and kind, just as they had been on the day they met on the cliffs. When he’d saved Iwanko from a watery grave and brought him into his pack, small and new but oh so precious.
Youfusama reached a hand out to him and Iwanko licked over his palm, whining as he nuzzled into the touch. He heard a pair of chuckles above him and squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on Youfusama’s buried scent under all the salt.
“Silly boy, Iwacchi.” Youfusama muttered in the Old Language, his voice raspy and drained. “What did I tell you about Jesse?”
Iwanko whined again; what did that matter now? Youfusama tutted at him and patted his nose, cutting him off.
“None of that now; the damage is done. You know not to do this again, right?”
He barked. Of course! He didn’t want to hurt Youfusama again.
“Good. Go grab some towels from the bathroom and bring them here.”
Iwanko jumped back, tail wagging hurriedly. Towels, he knew where those were! Youfusama kept them on the floor after washing himself in the tall box. He didn’t see any in there last time he checked, but if Youfusama said they were in there, that’s where they were.
With one last bark, Iwanko rushed off to the adjoined bathroom. Youfusama and the creature shuffled around, grumbling between them before settling again.
“Y’ make a good Papi, y’know.”
Youfusama groaned and Iwanko heard a light slap of skin, followed by a deep laugh. “Not you too!”
0XX0
A day off was a luxury one like Hanzo was not often afforded. On top of (technically) being a fugitive in hiding, he was also one of the few agents at Ecopoint to have higher clearance and access to Underwatch’s brief of missions. It was all fine and well for his personal goals, but it left him with very little time for himself. His free time between work was spent with Jesse when he was onland, and when he wasn’t, Hanzo spent the hours asleep.
Today, however, was his to spend with Agent Zhou, Hachiko and Iwanko on the main base. Mei had made upgrades to her Omnic assistant and wanted the dogs to test Snowball’s capabilities. That was code for ‘let me fuss over your puppies please!’ which Hanzo was fine with; Iwanko and Hachiko needed time out of their harnesses as well. It gave them a chance to play and burn excess energy; give him some time to himself.
Hanzo hauled his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his communicator just as a loud knock pounded on the front door. Hachiko ran to it, barking and yapping as she bounced. What was Jesse doing here at this hour?
He opened the door, holding Hachiko back from pouncing on the poor mer. Jesse stood there, decked out in his casual gear (but still finding room for all of the ‘courting gifts’ Hanzo’d given him) and splitting his face with the biggest grin he’d ever seen on him.
“I thought you had a mission today.” Hanzo started, eyebrow raised and frown on edge. If his schedule had changed, he’d have to be the bearer of unfortunate news and a pouting mer.
“That’s t’night, angelfish.” Jesse kept smiling, radiating pure sunshine as if he hadn’t caught Hanzo on his way out of the door. Hanzo blinked and scrunched his face; it must have shown his scrambled thoughts. “I’m ‘ere to take you an’ the pups out.”
“Sorry, Jesse; we’re on the way to Ecopoint now to meet with someone,” Hanzo explained, shaking his head and letting Hachiko go. She jumped up at Jesse, licking and nipping his beard. “You’ll have to take us out another time.”
“It’s on the way, darlin’.” Jesse pushed Hachiko down and scratched behind her ears, laughing when she flopped against him. “It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.”
Hanzo crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. Not that he didn’t trust his mate (and wasn’t that a weird concept to get used to; it made the red mark on his neck itch) but the lack of details showed that Jesse intended to keep the surprise intact. And his surprises hadn’t always ended up well for him or the dogs.
(Despite the weeks that had passed since, Hanzo could still feel the embers of burning pain between his thighs and the leftover chagrin of calling Doctor Ziegler in the middle of the night. All because of a surprise.
Needless to say, he wasn’t letting the mer top again any time soon.)
“I know whatcha thinkin’,” Jesse rubbed Hachiko’s bared belly, a sharp eye on Hanzo. “But it ain’t for you, gup. It’s for the pups.”
That raised his brow again. “You know Iwanko won’t accept a gift from you, Jesse.”
“Ain’t that kinda surprise.” Jesse winked and turned around, leading Hachiko away from the cabin. “I know yer curious!”
Damn him, he was right. Hanzo was being transparent again; he had to put a lid on that slippage soon.
A cold nudge to his fingers got Hanzo to look down at Iwanko, leash in jaw, and far too nervous to be his brave lead tracker. Iwanko had avoided Jesse since that incident, which was better than the outright hostility, but it unnerved Hanzo like nothing else. Outspoken, blunt Iwanko turned diminutive and subdued - a father’s worst nightmare.
Maybe this ‘surprise’ would help his pups. If Iwanko could be in the same general area as Jesse for five minutes or more without incident, that would be a huge accomplishment. Hachiko, as always, could help him as a middleman to keep everything afloat. It couldn’t be the worst thing he’s trusted Jesse to do.
!We can’t be long, we’re expected at the base soon.” Mei was a patient woman; she wouldn’t mind if they were slightly late.
“Ten minutes top, darlin’! Get movin’, they won’t be there forever.”
Well, curiosity always won him over in the end.
(Some certain people would say curiosity killed the cat, but Hanzo argued it got him to the most interesting places.
Just look where it’d gotten him so far.)
Jesse led them along the coastline towards the rocky cliffs not too far from the cabin. Iwanko stayed glued to Hanzo’s side, no doubt remembering his first fateful visit to a similar cliffside. He stroked his head and held on tight to his leash, a tiny reassurance that went a very long way.
It didn’t take long for them to reach a cove Hanzo was sure hadn’t been here during his last area patrol. A pebbled beach covered in bits of seaweed and stray blocks of ice that hadn’t yet melted under the spring sun, with a few seagulls here and there poking at the gaps in the pale sand. Jesse was further ahead, splayed out next to a large rock formation that Hanzo recognised from where waves crashed into it when the tide was high.
So this is what low tide looked like here.
Hachiko yapped and Iwanko snapped to attention, perking his ears up at his sister. She kept barking, and Hanzo released his leash, encouraging him. Iwanko glanced up at him, but he only smiled. His pup shook himself and slowly trotted over, skipping away from the reaching waves when they dared to approach him.
Hanzo followed at his own pace, crossing his arms and watching as Hachiko led her brother to the rock formation, pawing at the ground. Jesse stayed with them and talked, but his eyes were on Hanzo even as his feet stuttered at the sight captivating his pups: a deep, glistening tide pool, teeming with wriggling sea life that paid no heed to the giants overlooking them.
Hanzo came to stand beside his mate, raptured by the minute details of the underwater world at their feet. Jesse’s arm snaked around his waist and he nuzzled from his shoulder to his cheek, gently nipping at the skin he could reach. Soft chirps rumbled through his chest and Hanzo could feel them in his own, calming any worry. Hanzo kissed Jesse’s temple under his hat and got a pleased trill for it, which made him smirk. Jesse hid nothing of his true nature from Hanzo, and it sent a thrilling shiver up his spine to think of how it was his to witness.
Others had their chance, tossed it aside for convention and things Hanzo used to value.
Used to.
(What fools they were.)
They stayed like that for who knows how long, content to watch Iwanko and Hachiko nose around the pool, poking their noses at creatures that wandered near the surface. Hachiko pointed her brother to a resting crab poking from a rock and he tilted his head in wonder.
Hanzo’s chuckle caught their attention, two pairs of shining browns bearing into him innocently. “It’s not so bad when it’s this small, is it?”
Iwanko glanced back down to the pool and whined, shuffling on his paws. Caught out on his awe for the thing he feared most, knowing he couldn’t deny the plainly seen fact. Hachiko bumped him with her nose and he barked at her, scattering the fish closest to them. Iwanko cried and sniffed around, trying to find them again.
Jesse’s fin nudged Hanzo’s leg and the mer curled his tail around him, trailing his other hand up his coat. His gaze sparked something wild and Hanzo felt the dragons stir under his skin. “You still wanna go?”
Iwanko and Hachiko stuck to the tide pool, distracted by the shimmer of the clear water. Hanzo rolled his eyes, smirk turning sharp as he took Jesse’s chin, leaning in close enough to brush but not to satisfy the mer’s craving for his taste.
“Maybe a few more minutes.”
14 notes · View notes
tiredsleep · 2 years
Note
(him just singing in german to you, wraps you up in a blanket as well,,anyways gn!) jdajadiasd you can hear setsu crunching on the ice while still making that cute lil :] and he's giving you puppy dog eyes while doing it before scrambling to plop himself in your lap- ~Lycoris
(:0 goodnight :D)
Hebejdjdjdjejdjxhdhsbdvwkaonxchhdjs
0 notes
baelllamyblake · 6 years
Text
Brainwashed by Love ( Bellamy Blake x reader )
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Requested : me LOL
Warnings : Gore, abusive words?, curse words, angst, mentions of sex
Pairings : Bellamy x Reader
Word Count : 1,914
A/N: HOO BOY I can not wait for the writers’ block after this one. I basically just took the whole Alie taking over Raven sequence and replaced Raven with Y/N. Maybe a lil slow? I don’t know? At least it’s long lmao. I've seriously got a problem i have nothing else to do but write fanfics for bellamy help me pls
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FUCK ME UP WITH IT <3
You were emotionally vulnerable and heartbroken but you didn’t think taking the chip would change the course of your life forever. The vicious dispute about the grounder massace between your boyfriend Bellamy and you left you in painful tears, struggling to find a way to relieve the angry build up in your chest. It left Bellamy trying to fix his guilty conscience by crawling on top of another girl in bed.
“ Hey, Bellamy.. I wanted to apolo- “ you said sincerely, swiping open the tent flap. You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen like ice. Bellamy was naked, interlaced with a girl that wasn’t you. The girl squeaked quietly before rushing to scoop up her belonging and get the fuck out of the tent. The severity of the situation intensified as Bellamy cleared his throat and rose to his full height, staying silent and averting his gaze from yours.
Your chest tightened and your breathing became shallow and quick. Your heart was breaking before Bellamy in a matter of seconds. He desperately wanted to embrace you and apologize profusely but knew that you would shove him away instantly. Tears streamed from your eyes and refused to stop falling. “ I didn’t think you could sink any lower, Bellamy but you always manage to surprise me. “ you choked out, stifling a cry before turning on your heel and storming out. Bellamy slapped the sides of his head, cursing himself for pushing away the only person that genuinely cared for him.
You briskly walked to the Ark and demanded Jaha give you whatever he was feeding to his ever-growing cult. He was hesitant to place the blue chip in your hand. “ We need Y/N. Once she takes the chip, the others will follow. “ Alie said, observing your heaving chest and puffy, red eyes. Jaha nodded in agreement and placed the chip in your hand. You glupped it down, the pain fading away instantaneously and a smile curling on your face.
“ Time to get to work, Y/N. “ Alie spoke, an empty smile on her digital face. You nodded in agreement, tears ceasing to fall instantly. You couldn’t even remember why you took the chip, but you knew everything was okay in the City of Light.
The heartache was gone, the pain ceased to exist, and you no longer cried yourself to sleep every night that Bellamy never returned from the tent. The false comfort of the City of Light put your heart to ease and every bad memory ceased to exist. Word spread around camp that you took the chip and Bellamy began to fall apart at the seams. Bellamy couldn’t believe he drove you to take the chip, he lost you completely.
While Bellamy was breaking down little by little every day, you were playing pawn for Alie. You hacked into mainframe after mainframe, looking for Alie 2.0. You thought nothing of it, you were willing to do anything for the City of Light. It wasn’t until retrieving the chip maker that Jasper who was accompanying you made you realize that was something was missing. You couldn’t even recall anything of Bellamy: his face, his voice, and none of the memories shared between you.
You tried everything in your power to force Alie out of your brain. She was everywhere you were, she saw everything you saw, and she heard everything you heard. Alie managed to break your rebellious spirit by removing the mind blockade and every painful memory flooded in every crevice and crack of your mind. You shrieked in pain, sweat beading at your hairline, writhing from left to right in a hospital bed.
Abby struggled to help relieve the pain while Alie coaxed you into giving in, promising that all of your suffering will end.
The last thing you could remember was accepting Alie’s offer and the world faded to black. Jasper stood by your side until you awoke. You woke up quietly as if you were awaken by daylight. “ Woah, Y/N. Are you okay? Take it easy. “ Jasper shot up from his seat, pushing you down from your biceps. You noticed your forearms were bandages but you didn’t know what. Jasper watched you examine your wrists with concerned eyes.
“ I’m sorry for lashing out like that, Jasper. Thanks for helping me. “ you said casually, looking to Jasper with a smile on your face. Jasper narrowed his eyebrows slightly, put off the fact that you were begging to get Alie out of you. “ No problem, Y/N. I’m always here for you. “ Jasper said, returning a fake smile before injecting a reaper stick in your neck.
You woke up, taking in a large gasp of air. You were in the back of an idle vehicle, voices immediately stopped speaking once they heard you came too. “ You need to get out and identify your location, now. “ Alie said, sitting on the bench to your left. You hopped up with vigor, quickly unlatching the door and running out into the dark night. “ I can’t see anything! It’s nothing but forest! “ you yelled, furiously turning around yourself, Alie standing behind you with a tilted head. Clarke and Jasper scrambled to subdue you, holding you down and injecting you with another reaper stick dose.
Clarke and Jasper drove and dragged you into Niylah’s house, fastening your wrists to a bedframe to keep you from escaping. Bellamy watched from behind them, guilty that he made you turn out like this. Jasper decided to take first watch over you. You woke up with a groan, taking a look at your surroundings. “ Where am I? “ you asked, Jasper fiddling with a knick-knack on the table. “ Somewhere safe. “ Jasper answered with a sigh, not bothering to look at you. You started to fiddle with the fabric restraints.
“ Hey! Y/N, stop that! Clarke, get in here! “ Jasper yelled, panicking that you managed to dislocate your shoulder and rip open a wound. Clarke rushed in, eyes growing wide at the sight of you. “ Alie! If you let Y/N, you’ll never get Alie 2.0. “ Clarke yelled, grabbing the attention of you and Alie. Clarke held in her fingers the superior version of Alie. You instantly complied and stopped resisting, allowing Clarke to pop your shoulder back in its place and to bandage your wrist again.
“ Thanks, Clarke. I wonder about something. Do you ever see faces of those you’ve killed? You know, like Wells, Finn, Jake Griffin, and Lexa?, “ you asked in a cheerful yet devious tone. Clarke did her best to brush off what you had said. “ I just wanted to say that I think those deaths were completely your fault. “ you said bluntly, Clarke furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “ Shut the hell up, Alie, “ Clarke demanded firmly, you bit her on the wrist and drew blood. “ Fuck you, Alie! I can’t wait to get you out of Y/N. We’re going to fry you, bitch! “ Clarke yelled furiously, Bellamy rushed in to restrain her and drag her out. “ They’re going to use an EMP. Nice job, Y/N. Keep working at them. “ Alie said, deep in thought before disappearing from your vision.
Bellamy and Jasper stepped in to cover Clarke’s shift. They stepped warily around you, anxious of what you had to say next. They both sat at the same table, keeping their gaze strictly on you. Bellamy kept his eyes fixed on your face, the blood running down your face contrasted brightly against your (S/C) skin. Bellamy felt guilty yet again for doing this to you.
“ Hey, Jasper. How does it feel to live in the shadow of your best friend? How does it feel to be the burden of the group? How does it feel to have to be constantly saved by your friends? “ You asked quizzically, tilting your head. Jasper grew uncomfortable, teeth grinding and foot tapping against the dirt floor. Bellamy noticed your manipulative game and sent Jasper out to spare him from you. You bore your eyes in Bellamy who was looking off in a different direction, deep in thought.
“ Hey, Bellamy, doesn’t it annoy you that you didn’t the credit you deserve for killing everyone in Mount Weather?, “ you asked with crooked intention. Bellamy didn’t even acknowledge what you said, much less your presence. “ I mean, it’s quiet a shame really. The deaths are on your head as well. Too bad you’re not a natural born leader like Clarke is. She’s back one day and you’re already following her around like a lost puppy dog, maybe you like her more than me. Maybe you want to fuck her as well. It doesn’t matter anyway because you’ve already asserted your authority by massacring 300 grounders who just wanted to help out. “ you said flatly, eyes burning with a secret rage. You wanted to break Bellamy further than he already is. Bellamy clenched his jaw and fist silently, trying his hardest not to lash out at you. He knew that you weren’t yourself, you would never say anything like that.
Niylah barged in, screaming, crying and cursing in your face, saying that everything was your fault. Bellamy shoved her out, worried because you knew where you were currently being hid. “ You’re fucked. “ you said with a devilish smile, letting out a laugh. Bellamy shook his head and left, demanding everyone find a way to get Alie out of you.
Everyone scurried to create an EMP device, leaving to gather parts. They rushed into your room in the middle of you trying to commit suicide, proposed by Alie. Jasper and Bellamy inhibit from you doing so while Sinclair set up the EMP device in front of you. “ No, please, Sinclair! I’ll get brain damage if you use that! “ you screamed, crying and resisting against Bellamy and Jasper. The group used it anyway, your body slumped and you were unconcious. Bellamy finally touched your face after time apart. Thank God, you were breathing.
Bellamy thought about what he was going to say once you woke up. Clarke extracted the chip from the nape of your neck with master skill. You woke up with a groan, fingers shooting up to the pain on the back of your neck. Everyone waited with bated breath, were you going to feel pain or was the effort rendered useless? “ Ouch, this hurts. “ you said, wincing as you ran your fingers along the stitches. The group let out a big sigh and a couple cheers. Bellamy held your hand tightly and you looked up to him with a sweet smile on your face.
“ Thanks, sweetheart. I’m sorry for what I said to you. “ you said, bringing his hand to your face to peck a small, weak kiss. Bellamy breathed a small chuckle, moving the hair off your forehead. “ I’m so sorry for what I did to you, Y/N. You wouldn’t have been in this position if I wasn’t such a stupid idiot. “ Bellamy apologized, pouring his heart into his words. You accepted his apology with a sweet smile before pulling at his clothes so he would hop into bed with you. You fell asleep soundly in his arms, Bellamy kissed the top of your head and pulled you in close. 
He fell asleep for the first time in weeks.
234 notes · View notes
redvsvblue · 6 years
Text
Gift giving: a guide by Lil J
Hey dude! Happy holidays! 
I just wanted to write you a little something to say thanks for helping me with stuff and always hitting back with such enthusiasm whenever I come to you for advice or you know…a grammar lesson.
Feel free to post this or not - I just wanted to say cheers mate and have a great holiday season. 
(TJ’s note: Submitted by @ironicpalmtree!) 
—-
Jeremy’s finishing up the ritual, his hands shaking so badly the chalk begins to crumble while he draws the final curve in the circle. He can’t quite bring himself to pick up the lighter just yet, instead turning to the kitchen bench where a tiny wrapped box sits waiting. God, he can’t help but think; hands reaching out to tentatively touch the box, this is so stupid, why am I even fucking doing this? The box shifts slightly as he taps it and he draws back like it’ll burn him. The little red ribbon tied around seems so cheesy now and Jeremy cringes a little before pushing the thing behind a stack of take-out pamphlets so he won’t have to look at it. “Fuck this.” He says to the empty room, picking a cloth out of the sink to help him wipe away the chalk circle he’d sketched on the tiles. There’s a buzz as his phone vibrates against the laminex bench and Jeremy jerks instantly towards the noise. It’s Michael, with an hours late response to his invitation for a Mario Kart and beers night at his place. Micool: Sorry Lil J. Gav and the girls just want a quiet night in. Maybe after Xmas? :)  Jeremy slides his thumb a little more forcefully than necessary over the lock button and lobs his phone at the couch. He ignores the vague hurt pulsing through his chest as he drops the cloth back in the sink basin and returns to the summoning circle. The cheap plastic of the lighter creaks as he closes his fist around it, hesitating for several moments before lighting the herbs and dropping them in the centre. Barely a second passes before Ryan appears with a snap and a billowing cloud of white smoke - what a theatrical prick. Jeremy backs away from the circle, pressing himself into the corner of the kitchen and tucking his head down so his chin is brushing against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “Evening…” Ryan drawls, tail already out and swinging absently from side to side. Jeremy finally looks up, bottom lip tucked anxiously between his teeth as he meets Ryan’s smouldering gaze. The bastard’s smirking - as per usual - but he’s giving Jeremy a curious look, head cocked slightly as he takes a few cautious steps closer. Jeremy tries to rid himself of his anxiety with a shake of his head and he pushes himself off the counter so he stands within arms reach of the demon. Ryan reaches out slowly, tracing fingers down Jeremy’s arm until they circle around his wrist and lift his hand up. Lips are pressed reverently to his knuckles. His hand is turned around and a soft, dragging kiss is pressed to the tender flesh of his inner wrist. Ryan’s lips linger there, as if he can feel Jeremy’s blood trying to jump out of the pulse point. “So…” Ryan murmurs, eyes dark as he drops Jeremy’s arm and steps in close enough to share his radiating heat. “What favour do we need today?” Jeremy’s breath catches and his heart - which was starting to slow down thanks to Ryan’s soft tone and tender touches - jumps right back up to max bpm. “Uh.” Jeremy says dumbly, his voice coming out dry and raspy. His eyes flicker briefly towards the box - still buried behind take-out pamphlets - before he wrenches his gaze and away and casts wildly around the room, looking for anything broken. “The- the sink!” He eventually gets out, reaching up to pull at his collar nervously, “It’s…broke. Yup, the sink is broke.” Ryan’s giving him a bemused look now and he’s backed away a few steps to give Jeremy space while he has a minor panic attack. “The sink.” The demon repeats, his voice expressing amused disbelief. Jeremy nods, gesturing towards the chrome basin to clarify his point. “It’s…broke.” The demon shuffles over to the offending kitchen feature, fiddling with the tap and watching in silence as water proceeds to come out with perfect pressure. A quick swipe through the stream and a look of total unsurprise on Ryan’s face tells Jeremy the temperature was also a-okay. Fuck…think Dooley think! Jeremy flounders around as he watches Ryan turn around and fix him with an unimpressed expression. “I meant the bathroom!” He blurts out, gesturing wilding behind himself, “The sink in the bathroom is broken, not this one.” He lets off an embarrassingly high pitched laugh that makes Ryan’s eyebrows rise an inch higher than they already were. “But you said it was the kitchen sink…” The demon says, crowding in on Jeremy once again. “You gesticulated very heavily at this particular area when I asked.” Jeremy swallows heavily, making a weird gulping noise that was more at home on a Warner Brothers cartoon then in his kitchen. “Uh.” He gets out again, eyes flickering accidentally towards the take-out pile. Ryan follows his gaze, stepping curiously forward when he spots that fucking red ribbon peeking out above a stack of grease-stained paper. Before Jeremy can get a word in, the demon has teleported over to the other side of counter and plucked the little box from its hiding place. “What’s this!?” He coos, turning the thing around in his hands and lifting it up to shake it by his ear. Jeremy says nothing, just gapes like an idiot while a feeling of cold dread floods through his stomach. “It’s nothing- nothing, not for you!” He chokes out, hurrying over and snatching the gift out of the demon’s hands. Ryan studies Jeremy for a moment, confused little grin turning predatory when he spots the flush working its way up Jeremy’s neck and the high flags of colour on the young man’s cheeks. “Jeremy…” The demon’s voice has almost dropped into a growl as he saunters over. “Is that for me?” Hell hot hands settle on Jeremy’s hips, before a soft mouth and rough stubble are brushing by the sensitive skin of his neck. “N-no!” Jeremy squeaks, jumping when a hand reaches down to grope at his jeans. “Are you sure Jeremy?” There’s a tongue snaking behind his ear, teeth nipping quickly at his earlobe. Jeremy makes a negative sort of noise, squeezing his eyes shut when Ryan rears up to look him in the face. “Jeremy.” “Uhuh.” “Jeremy. You know, as a lust demon, I can be very…persuasive.” “Mhmm.” The demon dips down to suck at his neck, hands snaking around to grab at the meat of Jeremy’s ass. “Tie you up…” He murmurs into Jeremy’s jaw. A tail comes up to tug at his wrists. “Keep you on edge for hours…” Teeth graze past his adam’s apple. Jeremy whimpers and tries to turn away but a hand snaps up to his nape to keep him in place. “You’d be begging me for release.” A puff of warm breath brushes his by ear. “But darlin’, I can tell you, it’d never come.” Jeremy sighs as the demon pulls away fully, giving him some time to reconsider his answer. He glances shyly up at Ryan, blanching when the demon’s hungry expression only deepens. “I guess…” He looks back down at the box, scuffing his feet awkwardly against the kitchen tiles, “It might be…” Ryan makes a positive noise, urging Jeremy onwards as he begins to falter. “It could be for you.” Jeremy mumbles into his shirt, fingers pressing in so tight he almost crushes the box. The demon makes a happy little noise, shuffling forward and holding his hand out excitedly. “What for?!” He gushes, quickly pulling back when Jeremy finally drops the present into his open palm. “Well…” Jeremy says awkwardly, turning round to look at his pathetic little Christmas tree that’s sitting on the coffee table. “It’s uh. It’s a Christmas present.” Ryan looks up sharply, giving him such an intense look that Jeremy begins hopping uncomfortably from foot to foot. “For me? Really?” Christ, the literal fucking demon is giving him such pure, innocent puppy dog eyes that Jeremy might actually begin to tear up. “It’s really stupid. Just something I saw and I thought of you and it made me laugh and now that I think of it I really shouldn’t have -“ Ryan stops him with a finger to the lips and a small hushing noise. “Just…let me open it will ya?” Jeremy holds in another whine as he watches the demon turn his attention back to the box. He unwraps it delicately; fingernail zipping through the single strip of tape and letting the festive green paper unfold after he pulls off the ribbon. It reveals a simple little cardboard jewellery box - the kind you find at those cheap, teen-focused accessory stores that value pink decor and fluorescent lights. That’s convenient considering that’s exactly where Jeremy got it. Oh god, he thinks, digging his fingernails into the fleshy part of his palm, why the fuck did I do this? I’m such a fucking idiot, Ryan’s gonna think I’m such a piece of shit - The box pops off and Ryan makes the most precious gasping noise when he sees…it. Jeremy closes his eyes. Not wanting to see the mocking look on the demon’s face when he realised how much of a big fucking idiot he is. “Jeremy…” “I know, I know!” He interrupts before Ryan can say anything soul crushing, “It’s stupid, I don’t know why I did it…” “I love it.” Ryan continues, a little giggle escaping as he pulls the necklace out and scrambles to latch it around his neck. Jeremy can’t suppress a giggle of his own when he sees his gift around - again - a literal fucking demon’s neck. A cupcake. Complete with a purple wrapping and peach-orange icing is nestled in the hollow of Ryan’s throat. “I uh saw it and I remembered how much you love my cupcakes. And it’s orange and purple and I just thought…” Jeremy trails off helplessly when Ryan steps in close again, hands sliding gently down his waist and a chin settling down on his head. “I love it.” The demon whispers, squeezing at Jeremy’s hips slightly. “It’s perfect.” “Oh.” Jeremy huffs, warm relief spreading through his chest. “That’s…good.” With a snap and a slight lurch Ryan’s teleported them to the bed; blankets already pulled up and lamps dimmed. Ryan’s tail meanders up his thigh, slipping under his shirt and tracing patterns on his stomach. “I feel bad…” The demon speaks up after a sufficient amount of cuddling. “Why?” Jeremy asks, nestling his head further into Ryan’s chest. His eyes slip close for a second, but they snap open quickly when the tail moves to brush at his fly. “I didn’t get you a present.” The words are purred into Jeremy’s neck and the young man can’t help but shiver. “But I think I’ve already told you how I’ll make it up to you.”
35 notes · View notes