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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Day 2 of @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Finwë x Indis | Location: Tirion upon Túna

Themes: Smut (subtle)

Word count: 2.5k words

Summary: Finwë teaches Indis how to give and receive pleasure during their first time alone as husband and wife.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

The green hill of Túna had been gilded in the golden light of Laurelin and the silver from the great lamp atop Mindon Eldaliéva when Finwë took Indis to be his wife.

Standing beneath the leaves of Galathilion, they joined hands, recited their vows, and kissed each other chastely before turning to face the rapturous applause that greeted them. The Great Square itself had been decorated especially for the occasion. Garlands of new green leaves and red berries added color to the chilling white of slender columns and terraces and walls. Crystal steps glittered and fountains bubbled away merrily as guests came forth to congratulate the newlywed couple.

Finwë searched the growing throng for a glimpse of his son. Fëanor was present, taking great care to move amongst the crowd without being stopped. He dared to glance at his sire, nodding curtly out of respect for the occasion, before making his way around the elves and disappearing into the shadows. Finwë sighed and decided he would talk with his son later. For now, he would set his thoughts on his new wife and the happy occasion at hand.

Indis was radiant in the colors of her noble house. Cloth of gold and white, adorned with lace and tiny jewels and pearls, flowed down her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Her spun gold hair tumbled past her waist and back in soft waves that seemed to gleam with a light all of their own. A golden circlet studded with sapphires sat amidst her hair. She smiled shyly while kith and kin came to wish her and her husband well in their new life together. She then turned to Finwë and beamed when he offered his arm. It was time for the procession and the feast.

The feast itself was just as glorious as the ceremony, perhaps even more so. Lamps threw out gold and silver light while guests feasted on thick stews and delicate pastries and fresh fruit. Bowls piled high with new berries and olives and figs sat amidst platters of fine white bread and thin herbed wafers. Attendants served pitchers of sweet cider and golden wine and fragrant draught for any guest that had a thirst. Glass goblets and cups clinked even as guests dined and had their fill. Song and laughter mingled while voices rose and fell in the crisp air. After having taken her place on the raised dais, Indis savored as much as she could, but soon found her appetite forsaking her. It was not fear that brought about such a change, but giddy anticipation. Once she and her lord retired from the feast and shielded themselves in the privacy of their shared chambers, they would become husband and wife in every way. She was anxious, for her knowledge of intimate relations was limited to the things she read in books and heard from the scandalous gossip of others. And Finwë was more experienced than she. Indis hoped to not disappoint him.

Finwë, upon seeing his wife toying with her food, leaned over and whispered, "Is anything amiss, my starlight?"

Indis managed a smile for her husband. "Everything is as it should be," she said, before adding, "I am…filled with thoughts about what is to come after this."

Finwë reached out and took her hand. "As am I," he said, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "But there is no cause for you to worry. I give you my word on this."

Somewhat reassured, Indis turned her attention back to the feast, relishing the warmth of her husband’s hand over hers. Finwë never let go, not unless he had to rise and greet another guest. When the feasting had finished and the dancing began, he offered his arm again.

Everything was like a beautiful dream after that. Minstrels fluted and drummed and trumpeted and sang while revelers danced rounds around the courtyard. Finwë was the soul of attentiveness, leaving his wife’s side only when he had no choice but to do so. He led her in all the dances, his feet as light as air and his touch exceedingly gentle. It was as gentle as the first day he called on her after the Valar had passed their decree, allowing him to marry again. Indis remembered the news and how her heart overflowed with joy. It overflowed with joy even now. For more years than she could count, she had admired Finwë from afar, wondering if they would ever be together. Now they were bound to each other by oath in the sight of Eru and the elves. They danced and sang and laughed, and Indis struggled to hide her mirth when guests deep in their cups shouted bawdy but well-meaning jests. Oh, her cheeks reddened; it was true, but it was from the flush of happiness instead of shame. She continued to dance. Once she finished a turn with her husband, she had a turn with her father, her cousins, and her dear friends. When she was back dancing with her new husband, the music ended, and the dancing slowly came to an end.

A flash of heat crept up her throat while she said her farewells, for the time had come for her and her husband to consummate their vows. Finwë led her around guests and through the courtyard, past the white columns and cool arcades and beautiful gardens and lofty halls with their high ceilings, before reaching a tower set aside for their own particular use. From here, Finwë led his new wife up winding stairways to an airy bedchamber with magnificent views of the city, verdant lands, and the sea beyond all of it. The light of Laurelin waned and mingled with the light of Telperion. The world soon looked like it had been shrouded in a veil of silver. It took Indis’s breath away.

Finwë appearing by her shoulder with a goblet of water, caught her attention. "My thanks," she said, before accepting the drink and studying him discretely.

Her husband was everything an elven king ought to be—tall and proud, and garbed in the finest raiments she had ever seen. His thick black hair had been pulled and teased into a coil at the back of his head. His eyes shimmered like blue lamps, beckoning her to him like a moth to a flame. Indis smiled, her eyes communicating her feelings. She set her goblet down on a little table and pulled the curtains together.

"I am ready," she decided.

"And I will guide you." Finwë took her hand again, this time to lead her to their marriage bed. Red petals had been strewn over soft pelts and softer sheets. Indis barely had time to run her hand over the featherbed before Finwë slipped his arms around her waist and drew her to him.

His kiss was light and long and warm, and it left her short of breath. Indis leaned into him, her mouth parting for his tongue. Finwë sighed softly, his deft and practiced hands making quick work of the clasps and laces on her dress. He took great care not to go too fast and frighten her. When her gown finally loosened, he withdrew and rested his forehead against hers.

"May I?" he said, and smiled when Indis nodded.

Velvet and lace rustled when he tugged her dress up to her waist and then her arms. Slips and stays were next. Finwë then sat on his haunches, lifting her feet one at a time so he could remove her doeskin slippers. Indis moaned in a needy way when his hands glided up her calves and the soft pads of his tapered fingers traced lines all over her skin. Goosebumps prickled and rose when his hot breath danced over her thighs. Finwë took his time to savor every moment. Ever since the passing of Miriel, he had grieved, his loneliness and lack of joy simply growing and growing until he had seen Indis upon the inner slopes of Oiolossë. His heart had filled with hope and love again, and now, with the pledging of vows, Indis was finally his.

With the last of her garments disposed of, Indis stood before her husband, utterly exposed. When Finwë pressed a kiss against her belly and rose to his feet, she felt a wave of boldness wash over her, one that made her reach out and undo the clasps and sashes of his robes. Finwë stood still, giggling with her when she fumbled. It was as if her fingers had all turned into bumbling thumbs. Tunic and boots and breeches joined the growing pile on the marble floor. Indis reached back and began to undo the coil that kept up his hair. It took a while, but with his guidance, his hair soon spilled free like ink. Indis turned away, heat blooming in her cheeks, when Finwë stood before her, naked.

"Look at me," he insisted.

Indis did so slowly and hesitantly. Finwë came closer, running his hands all over her arms, her glorious hair, smiling when he witnessed fresh color bloom in her cheeks. He ran his thumb over her lips before groaning softly, sliding his arms around her, and kissing her again, this time with heat and passion. This time Finwë kissed her long and hard and deep, leaving her breathless and making her unravel against him. Indis grew bolder still, exploring the expanse of her husband’s body with her hands. The muscles quivering beneath her palms, the hair that slipped around her fingers like silk—it was all a marvel to her. Her hands went lower still, and Finwë gasped under his breath when she grasped that rigid part of him. The warmth of her touch was enough to feed the fire already growing in his belly. He placed his hand over hers and said, "Here, starlight. Like this."

Indis was overcome with silent wonder while her husband showed her how he liked to be touched. She had been afraid it would be hard, but Finwë showed it was incredibly easy. She stroked unceasingly, whimpering when his free arm slid around her and drew her even closer. She looked at him and saw with her own eyes how pleasure and yearning flashed in his own. Finwë continued to guide her, moaning against her hair when her tempo slowly morphed into a merciless rhythm. His eyes closed and his breath quickened. His chest started to heave while need lashed at him like new coils. He leaned forward and kissed Indis on the mouth, gently pulling her hand away when his release drew near. He led her to their bed and had her sit down on the edge of it.

Indis wondered what her husband would do next. When Finwë gracefully sank to his knees before her, she understood what he was going to do. Finwë grinned wickedly when his wife parted her legs for him of her own accord.

"I have heard about this act," Indis confessed. "And read about it. Is that bad?"

"No," Finwë replied. "It is not. Forewarned is forearmed, so the others say. Are you ready?"

When Indis smiled and assented, Finwë dipped his head, eager to taste. The sharp intake of breath that ripped through his wife was like sweet music to his ears. The taste of her arousal was sweet against his tongue. He grunted each time he ran his tongue over her folds, his fingers digging into her pale thighs when she moaned and started to roll her hips. Indis grabbed onto the sheets, her nails nearly tearing at the soft fabric when her husband flicked his tongue against her pearl. She could feel her arousal seeping out of her while Finwë feasted like an elf half-starved. The obscene sounds of his grunts only heightened her bliss, and made the muscles in her belly coil and tighten. When she threw her head back and whispered, "So close," Finwë drew away.

"There is more," he said, rising and pushing her onto her back. "Move a little higher, starlight."

Indis moved her way higher up the featherbed. Finwë inched his way over her, kissing her thighs and her belly and the soft swell of her breasts. Indis felt no shame, only pride, when fresh need filled her husband’s darkened eyes. Her legs parted again, this time resting over Finwë’s hips.

"Did the books you read tell you about this?" Finwë questioned. He rubbed his tip against her entrance, entering her with shallow thrusts to prepare her.

"They did," Indis mewled desperately. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine how wonderful it felt to have her husband inside of her. "But… but I suppose reading is not the same as experiencing it in the flesh."

"Indeed," Finwë agreed. "You can grab on to me, starlight. You will not hurt me."

Nails dug into his back when he plunged, slowly and gently, to greater depths. Finwë moaned again, this time when his wife sheathed him in her warmth. He kept still, letting her grow used to him being inside of her. Indis squirmed at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful, but then Finwë urged her to take deep breaths in time with his. With each new breath she took, the discomfort and pain ebbed away, and a slow, creeping pleasure took its place. Indis no longer wanted her husband to stay still. She wanted him to move and begged wantonly for it.

Far be it from Finwë to deny his bride. Locked in each other’s embrace, they kissed each other and whispered sweet words of endearment even as they lost themselves in each other’s flesh. Indis unraveled even more than she thought possible, this time when languid, rocking motions sent jolts of fire shooting up her spine. It was too much. Finwë dipping his head and sucking down on the flesh of her throat was too much. The mark his teeth left on his skin was too much. The way he filled her, completely and deeply, was too much. She reared up and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he brought them both closer to the edge. Her hands fisted in his hair. His arms pulled her into his embrace. Shockwaves gripped her entire body while her vision blurred and the world seemed to darken in her eyes.

"Faster, my lord," she pleaded, so close was she to falling apart. There, my lord. Right there. Oh…"

One final thrust was all it took. One last, deep, final thrust, and Indis cried out, as if her body had been a spring that had coiled tightly before it snapped. Time itself seemed to slow down. So consumed was she in the fiery maelstrom that had enveloped her that she barely heard Finwë choke out a sob while a warm torrent of his spend filled her.

Indis’s breath was still ragged and shallow when she finally opened her eyes. She found Finwë hovering over her, his arms trembling from the exertion. The kiss that followed was filled with warmth and tenderness instead of fire and passion. Indis pressed her hand over his chest, just to feel his heart beating.

"Will there be more?" She asked hopefully.

Finwë chuckled before pulling out of her and slumping to her side. "Yes," he promised. "But after we had rested a little while."

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all-the-things-2020 · 8 months

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Further Along the Way - Chapter Four

Summary: Things are looking up for the Djarin family. They find an apartment, Din and Mariana have some sexy time, and they all make some new friends.

Rating: PG-13 (mention of sex but nothing explicit)

It had been a long couple of days and Mariana just wanted to find a hotel room and take a nap. Unfortunately, before they’d taken two steps outside the spaceport, Din’s comm pinged. “It’s Mondella,” he said. “His brother-in-law has an apartment to show us.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” She was tired and Ad’ika was getting a little cranky after the long flight on the crowded transport.

Din typed for a moment, then shook his head. “It might not be there tomorrow,” he said. “And he says it’s a really great deal. We should go now.”

Mariana sighed. Din rubbed her back and kissed her temple. “I know you’re tired, cyar’ika,” he said softly. “But if we can get an apartment squared away …”

“You’re right,” she said, forcing herself to smile. “Let’s go.”

They climbed into a speeder cab and Din read directions to the driver. Ad’ika glued his face to the window, watching the new city flash by outside. He pointed at things and jabbered away, clearly feeling less cranky now that they were off the boring transport.

The apartment was in a charming, low-slung building about three blocks from the Academy where Din would be working. She fell in love with it at once. Two bedrooms, a kitchen that was actually big enough to move around in, a large living area, a small walled patio and, best of all, a full sized ‘fresher with a real bathtub as well as a shower. When the building manager said it came fully furnished and they could move in right away, all it took was one look at her face for Din to say, “We’ll take it.”

And so, just a few hours after they’d landed, Mariana was in the kitchen fixing dinner while Din and Ad’ika unpacked. She hummed a half-remembered tune from her childhood as she chopped vegetables and waited for the oven to heat up.

“You’re in a better mood,” Din said, slipping his arms around her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a proper kitchen,” she said, leaning back into his embrace. “I was just remembering how my mom and aunt would have us kids help them cook. Mom would sing this song … I can’t quite remember it … but Dad would try to get her to dance with him and then she’d step on his feet and they’d end up laughing …” She smiled at the memory. “I hope our kids get to have memories like that.”

“They will,” he whispered in her ear. “I can guarantee you’ll step on my feet if we ever try to dance.” He chuckled and she swatted him with a dishcloth.

“Get out of here,” she said. “I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

After dinner, Din and Ad’ika played Froggy vs. Ball, a new game that involved finding new and ever more exciting ways to pit the two toys against each other. Ball was the champion at bouncing and rolling, but Froggy was best at flying and balancing on Ad’ika’s head. It was a draw when it came to fighting, because while Ball could bop Froggy firmly on the head, Froggy could drape himself over Ball and pin him to the ground.

Finally, Ad’ika’s ears began to droop and Din picked him up. “Ready for bed, kiddo?” An adorable tiny yawn accompanied his nod.

“Me, too,” Mariana said. “It’s been a long day.” She stretched and rose from the couch, where she’d been curled up watching them play.

Din gave her a smoldering look. “I’ll put him to bed and join you in a minute.”

Mariana smiled to herself as she went into the larger bedroom, while Din took Ad’ika into the smaller one across the hall. She undressed and crawled under the covers, releasing her hair from the practical knot she’d put it up in that morning. Din liked her hair down in bed.

She waited for him to finish putting Ad’ika to bed. They had a whole ritual, even when the kid could hardly keep his eyes open, so she knew it would be a little while. She was tired herself, and had started to doze off when she heard the bedroom door open.

She snuggled under the blankets as she watched Din undress. Stars, he’s beautiful, she thought. It had been far too long since they’d had this much privacy and suddenly she wasn’t as tired as she’d been a few minutes ago. She lifted the covers and he slithered in beside her. “Hello,” he said, softly.

“Hello yourself,” she replied.

Din made love the way he fought: quietly, deliberately, and very, very well. He knew every inch of her body and exactly what she liked and what she didn’t. She knew him just as thoroughly and it didn’t take long for both of them to find satisfaction. And then came what Mariana thought was the best part of all: falling asleep in each other’s arms, bodies pressed together until she forgot where she ended and he began.

She woke first in the morning, mostly because the baby was big enough now to press uncomfortably against her bladder. Before she crawled out of bed to use the ‘fresher, though, she took a long moment to watch Din sleep. He never looked more beautiful than when he was asleep, his face perfectly relaxed and his hair all mussed. She’d only been privy to this sight for a few months, since he’d come back from facing Moff Gideon, and it never failed to warm her heart. She pressed a kiss against his forehead before she got up, and he mumbled something unintelligible before smashing his face into the pillow and falling even more deeply asleep.

She slipped on her robe, visited the ‘fresher, and checked on Ad’ika — who was still sound asleep and somehow looked even more adorable than his father did — before climbing back into bed. Din stirred enough to spoon up against her back, pressing a sleepy kiss against the back of her neck, and cradling her belly in his hands. “What time is it?,” he mumbled.

“Too early,” she said. “Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.”

“Okay,” he said, nuzzling his face into her hair. She felt his breathing change almost immediately as he dropped back into sleep. Her own breath fell into sync with his and she drifted off as well. It really had been a long couple of days.

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Din walked through the gates of the Academy much more confidently than he had the first time. It helped that he was wearing freshly ironed clothes and that Mariana had fixed his hair so he didn’t look like he’d just crawled out of bed. So far, everyone he’d met at the Academy was so … tidy. It was not something he’d had to worry about when he was still wearing the armor. He’d made sure his armor was always clean and well-repaired, but no one noticed or cared if you hadn’t combed your hair very well or if your shirt had a small stain on it.

He checked in with the receptionist, who gave him a much warmer welcome this time around. A cadet escorted him to the Colonel’s office. This one was a girl, her hair done up in intricate braids. She glanced sideways at him a few times, and he thought she blushed when he looked back. Probably just shy, he thought. And curious about the new instructor.

The Colonel greeted him warmly. “Are you and your family settling in?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied. “We got an apartment right away, fortunately, so I can start work any time.”

Braxden nodded. “Good. Good. We have our weekly staff meeting tomorrow morning, so if you can be here for that, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the faculty and then to the students at weekly assembly tomorrow afternoon. That’ll give you the weekend to go over your rosters and prepare for classes, so you can start off the new week fresh.”

“Sounds good.” Din was starting to feel a bit nervous. This is really happening, he thought. He was looking forward to working with the students, but realizing that he was going to be solely responsible for the education of a cohort of younglings was sobering.

“I’ve got a meeting in five, so I’ll turn you over to Lieutenant Mondella. He’ll get you your keys, show you your classroom and the rest of the facilities, explain the daily schedule, etc.” He walked Din back down the hallway to Mondella’s office. “See you tomorrow at 0800 for the staff meeting, Mr. Djarin.”

Garrick kicked a chair out for Din as soon as the Colonel had closed the door. “Have a seat, Din,” he said. “How do you like the apartment? Trell says you were lucky that one came up when it did.”

“We love it,” Din said, sinking into the chair. He’d commed and texted Mondella quite a bit since he’d been hired and he already felt comfortable around the man. “My son is fascinated by the bathtub. We’ve only been there two days and he’s had about six baths already.”

Garrick laughed. “My girls love bath time, too. How old is he?”

“Chronologically, he’s fifty, but his species ages a lot slower than ours. Developmentally, he’s still a toddler.”

Garrick looked slightly uncomfortable. “Oh, I … I didn’t know he was adopted.”

Din leaned forward. “Anything wrong with that?,” he asked, with just a hint of threat in his voice.

“No, no,” Garrick stumbled. “Not with me. It’s just … well, there’s a pretty sizable pro-Imperial faction in the city amongst the elite and a lot of them send their kids here. They’re xenophobes; not sure if you’ve noticed, but there aren’t a lot of non-humans in Clarvos City.”

“I hadn’t, but now that you mention it …” Din sighed. “Is this going to be a problem?”

“Not really,” Garrick said. “Colonel Braxden won’t care; most of the military folk are pretty liberal minded. The planetary government is allied to the Republic and we have a few non-human officers stationed in the city, just not as many as in other parts of the planet. You might get some flak from some of the parents if their kids don’t get the grades they think they deserve, but every instructor gets that.” He shrugged. “I just assumed … well, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Din nodded. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Well, then, let’s get you set up,” Garrick said, clapping his hands together to move the conversation along. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out some key cards and a data pad.

The rest of the day went by in a bit of a blur, as Garrick showed Din the classroom and gymnasium he would be teaching in, the staff mess hall, staff lounge, and the locations of all the staff ‘freshers. He made sure all of Din’s key cards were properly programmed, and set up his data pad with an updated map of the campus and the staff comm channel.

“I think that’s all,” he said, finally. “Why don’t you come by for dinner tonight and I can give you a heads up on what to expect from the staff meeting in the morning?” He keyed his address into Din’s pad. “Tress and the girls are dying to meet you and your family.”

“I’ll check with Mariana and let you know,” Din promised. He wasn’t used to having friends and being casually invited over for meals was going to take some getting used to.

“See you tonight, then, or in the morning,” Garrick said. “Got to get back to work.” He clapped his hand on Din’s shoulder with a grin and walked away. Yes, having friends was definitely going to take some getting used to.

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Mariana was thrilled with the idea of going to the Mondella’s for dinner. With Din starting work in the morning, it would be nice to have at least one acquaintance she could rely on if she needed anything. She made him comm Garrick as soon as he got home to confirm and find out what time they should arrive.

“This is weird,” Din complained as they walked the few blocks to the Mondella’s home.

“What’s weird about it?,” she asked. “We’re having dinner with friends. It’s what people do.”

“But I haven’t been ‘people’ for very long,” he admitted. “Not a lot of dinner parties among bounty hunters. Or Mandalorians.”

“Well, you’re ‘people’ now, my dear, so you’d better get used to acting like one.” She slipped her arm around his waist and leaned her head against him. He shifted Ad’ika to his other arm and leaned into her embrace.

“I’ll do my best,” he murmured in her ear.

Garrick greeted them at the door with a drink in his hand. “Come on in,” he said. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

The house was about twice the size of their apartment, and they clearly needed the room, because their three little girls were running around like wild Banthas. “He’s so cute!,” the oldest one squealed as soon as she saw Ad’ika. The girls swarmed Din, who looked a bit stunned. Mariana suppressed a laugh.

“Sorry about them,” Garrick’s wife said, appearing at Mariana’s side with a glass of wine in her hand. “I’m Tress and these hooligans are my daughters. Lina, Felice, and Becca.” She lifted her glass out of the way as the girls flew past with Ad’ika in their clutches, giggling and shouting. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Something non alcoholic,” Mariana said. “And I’m Mariana, by the way.”

Tress nodded. “That’s right, Garrick mentioned you were pregnant. We’ve got some sparkling water or there’s the molo juice the girls like. It’s a little on the sweet side, though.”

“Water is fine,” Mariana said.

Tress dodged the girls again, who were now chasing each other, with Ad’ika riding piggy back on the oldest girl’s back, an enormous smile on his face. Mariana looked across the room at Din, who just shrugged and shook his head with a smile. Garrick seemed as immune to the chaos as his wife was, leaning against the wall to stay out of the path of the rampaging children and sipping at his drink.

Tress returned with Mariana’s water and called out to the girls, “Five minutes till dinner. Wash your hands!”

“Okay, mama!,” came a chorus of small voices and they dashed into the ‘fresher with Ad’ika in tow.

Dinner was a bit tumultuous, as the girls kept asking questions and jumping out of their seats to fetch a favorite toy to show to Ad’ika. After the meal, the girls dragged their new friend off to play in one of the bedrooms, leaving the adults in (relative) peace and quiet.

Tress refilled everyone’s drink and then plunked herself down next to Mariana. “They’re not usually so crazy; they’re just excited to meet someone new. So … how are you settling in?”

“Pretty well,” Mariana said. “It’s only been a few days but I already feel very much at home. I think we’re going to like it here.”

Tress reached into her pocket and pulled out a data chip. “Before I forget, I wanted to give you this.”

Mariana took the chip. “What is it?”

Tress leaned in and whispered. “It’s a holovid clip of your husband’s ‘audition’,” she said, making air quotes. “It’s been making the rounds at the Academy and it’s been very popular with the female staff and students.” She winked. “Just thought you’d appreciate a heads up.”

“What do you mean?” Mariana wasn’t quite sure where Tress was going.

“I mean,” Tress said with a laugh, “that half the women on campus have a crush on him and he hasn’t even officially started yet. If I was you, I’d make myself very visible, just to remind everyone that he’s taken.”

“Because of a video clip of his job interview?”

“Just watch it,” Tress said. Mariana tucked the chip in her pocket for later.

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The evening had gone quite well, Din thought. The little girls had been a bit overwhelming at first, but Ad’ika had thoroughly enjoyed having someone to play with and Mariana seemed to get along well with Garrick’s wife. Maybe it was the Coruscanti whiskey Garrick had kept pouring, but Din had really enjoyed himself, too.

When they got home, he tucked Ad’ika into bed. “Did you have a good time, kiddo?,” he asked. Ad’ika nodded sleepily. “Sleep well, ad.” He kissed the little green head and headed for his own room.

He found Mariana staring at her data pad with a strange look on her face. “What’s up?,” he asked, sitting beside her to pull off his boots.

“Um … Tress gave me a vid chip.”

“Something interesting?”

“You could say that,” she said. She held out the data pad. He pressed the key and a holovid popped up.

“It’s me,” he said, puzzled. It was a video of him in the courtyard with Colonel Braxden on the day of his interview.

“It’s from the security footage,” Mariana explained. “Someone downloaded it and started passing it around.”

“But why?” He watched the vid play out. “I can see I made a few mistakes here and there, but overall I thought I did well. The Colonel certainly liked it.”

Mariana raised an eyebrow. “He wasn’t the only one,” she said. She laughed. “Apparently, this vid has been making the rounds of the women on campus.”

“What?”

“Din, I know you just see the mistakes you might have made, but …” She cleared her throat and traced her finger down the side of his face before whispering in his ear, “it’s pretty hot.”

“Hot?”

She bit his earlobe. “Yeah, hot. Believe it or not, a lot of women find watching a man handle a … staff … like that quite stimulating.”

Din was mortified. “And people are watching this? Like the people I’m going to be working with?”

She nodded. “Students, too.”

He jumped up. “Oh, shit. Students?” This was not good.

Mariana laughed and pulled him back down beside her. “It’s okay. Lots of girls have crushes on their teachers. I had a few back in my day, believe me.”

“But …”

“You’ll be fine. Tress just wanted to give us a heads up.”

Din buried his face in his hands. “I have to face all these people tomorrow at the staff meeting,” he mumbled. “And all the students at the assembly.” Mariana rubbed his back. “Oh, stars, that explains why that cadet was looking at me like that yesterday!” How was he going to keep from blushing himself when he walked on campus tomorrow?

“You’ll be okay,” Mariana told him. “Just ignore them, and make sure you mention me a lot.” She laughed. “Once they know you’re married, most of them will back off, and the rest … well, I’ll deal with them.”

He raised his head from his hands. “What are you going to do, shoot them with your blaster?,” he teased.

“Of course not,” she grinned. “You know I’m a lousy shot. I’ll just quietly take them aside and explain exactly what I’ll do to them if they lay a hand on you.”

“Which would be …?”

“Shoot them with my blaster,” she said matter-of-factly. “They don’t know how bad a shot I am.” She winked and kissed his nose.

“Oh, you are a terrible shot,” he said, kissing her back. “The worst shot I’ve ever seen.”

“Good thing I make up for it in other ways,” she said. And Din forgot all about the vid clip.

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #baby yoda #din djarin #pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin x original female character #din djarin fanfiction

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Sunshowers

Amelia Shepherd x reader Warnings: language, minor talk of medical stuff/death. Covers the "dancing in the rain" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo! My first lil Amelia fic!! Here's hoping for more in the future! this one's just a wee little one, but we'll get there!

You knew Amelia was having a bad day, it started shortly after you’d stopped in to join her for lunch, a regular occurrence during the week, you worked from home and it was just nice to see your girlfriend more often. Things were fine, she greeted you with a smile and a kiss, not quite bragging, but praising herself for the surgery she’d finished that morning. You did your best to understand the medical mumbo-jumbo, you were able to pick up enough from the time you’d been dating and the tiny knowledge you did have and congratulated her on the big win. It was only halfway through lunch when her pager went off and you watched the colour drain from her face before she quickly pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head and darted off. You shared a knowing look and mutual sigh with Meredith, finishing up lunch with her and Maggie before saying good bye to the team and making your way back home.

You tidied up around the house, did a little bit more work of your own and sent a couple of texts off to Amelia just in case whatever happened hadn’t kept her in the O.R. for hours. Just as you had decided to start on dinner you heard the crack of thunder, followed by a flash of light breaking through the sky, a pitter patter of droplets beginning to hit the kitchen window. Rain was no stranger to Seattle, and you were no stranger to it, honestly, you enjoyed the rain. If it was a big storm it was nice to watch from the comfort of a burrito blanket on the couch, if it was on a warmer day, one like today, it was fun to play in. Your lips curved up into a small smile, watching the storm pick up as you continued on with dinner, you weren’t sure when Amelia would be home, but you wanted to at least make sure she had food waiting for her when she did.

You’d just slid the pan into the oven, making sure the timer was set when you heard the door open and swing shut, the sound of Amelia letting out a heavy sigh echoing through the room. You wiped your hands on a towel before popping out of the kitchen into the hallway,

“Hey.” You greeted softly.

“Hey….” She replied with a small grumble, “looks like the weather’s reflecting my day.”

“Baby I’m sorry.” You stepped toward her, wrapping her in your arms and tightly hugging her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I just feel fucking stupid.” She mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt, “I should know better than to brag about successful surgeries before they’re out of the woods.”

“You’ve said it yourself before, sometimes things just come way outta left field, there’s no way to predict them.”

“I guess.” She sighed heavily, gently squeezing at your body, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a kiss to the side of her head, your gaze drifting out the front window at the sun sparkling through the crowds. The storm had let up a little bit, thunder and lightning no more, rain drops still steadily coming down and it sparked an idea as Amelia shifted to take off her shoes, “wait!” You pulled away from the hug, your hand trailing down her arm to interlock with hers, “leave ‘em on, c’mon.”

“Aren’t you in the middle of cooking?” She asked with a small laugh as you tugged her through the house and you knew you were already headed in the right direction.

“There’s a timer on it!”

You didn’t even bother to stop for your own shoes, opting to just dart out the back door into the yard, dragging Amelia behind you. She let out a shriek as rain drops began to hit her, attempting to shield herself with her arms and you tugged her to you, pulling her arms back down to her side.

“No hiding from it! C’mon Amelia, remember when playing in the rain used to be the most fun a kid ever had?” You raised a brow with a grin and she let out a little huff of a laugh, shaking her head at your antics but when you pulled her toward the middle of the yard and jumped in an obnoxiously large puddle she still joined you.

The laughter was infectious, as soon as one of you started, the other couldn’t stop, chasing each other through the yard as the rain continued to come down. Your prediction was right, Amelia’s terrible day was very quickly forgotten, large smile etched onto her cheeks as she watched you skip from puddle to puddle, efficiently soaking both of you. She pulled you to her, arms looping around your neck and kissing you gently, a happy hum echoing from your lips as she did so.

“Thank you.” She murmured and you smiled across at her, smoothing back her now very wet hair from her face.

“Anything for you.” You replied, stealing another kiss and the two of you began to sway together in an easily found rhythm.

The sun started to get brighter as the clouds cleared, beaming down on the two of you while you continued to dance and the rain began to actually let up. It finally slowed to a faint drizzle, the sun warming the air and you heard the timer go off from back in the kitchen and you let out a little sigh. Leaning in to kiss Amelia tenderly you stroked at her cheek before taking her hand once more.

“Dinner’s ready, guess we should get changed.”

“Probably a good idea.” She stole one last kiss before following you back into the house.

You quickly pulled the pan from the oven before darting off upstairs to change, tossing the wet clothes into the washing machine and pulling on a cozy sweater and leggings. You plated up dinner while Amelia warmed up a couple glasses of apple cider to help warm the two of you up and you curled up on the couch together to eat.

There was no surprise that there was a marathon of fall and Halloween movies on the tv, and you let that play through while you caught each other up on the week. Plates found their way to the coffee table once they were scaped clean, Amelia thanking you for dinner, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek. You assured her it was no issue, you loved getting to cook for her all the time, the easiest way to show your love for her. She felt a warmth trickle its way through her chest at you words, knowing just how incredibly lucky she was to have found you, to have been accepted into your life and into your love. She curled up against your chest with a happy sigh and there really was no other place she’d rather be. In your arms she felt safe, loved, happy and content, coming home to you made her forget all the bullshit and grief she had to deal with on a daily basis, because she was coming home to the love of her life who knew just exactly what she needed.

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@svulife-rl @ms-calhoun @hbkpop @melindawarnersgf @itisdoctortoyousir @emilyprentiss4life @andreasvu @softgamerking @thatesqcrush @swimmingstudentchaos891

#amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #adarafaelbarbatrickortreatbingo #grey's anatomy

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kaizoku-gary · 2 years

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Sweet times

Characters: Buggy x g/n reader

Word count: 560

Warnings: none, just fluff and Buggy being Buggy

Summary: Buggy takes you to an ice cream date.

A/N: The idea for this drabble came to me the other day when I was waiting in line at an ice cream shop that had a clown with ice cream balloons as its logo.

So yeah... enjoy it ;)

Read it on AO3

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You are waiting for him at the town's main square, enjoying the warm sunlight on your skin, when someone suddenly rushes by you, screaming their lungs out.

"Pirates!" Yells the man while running as fast as his legs allow him. People on the square look at him with terror and the ones who aren't frozen in place, or leaving in a discreet hurry, join him in his escape. You turn around and see your date strutting towards you. His most trusted men Cabaji, Mohji, and -of course- Richie the lion walk by his side.

Buggy glares at everyone around them and you heard a loud squeal. As soon as his eyes meet you, he winks flirty, displaying his best ear-to-ear grin. You cannot help but let out a low chuckle. The man does know how to make an impression.

"You look flashy as always," Buggy compliments you in a soft tone, and you hear a loud scared gasp from someone standing a couple of meters from you.

"Not as flashy as you, captain." you smile back, leaning forward to place a light kiss on his red lips before grabbing his hand.

"Shall we?" You coo, letting him lead the way.

The whole town stares at you with a mixture of surprise and horror as you walk holding hands. Buggy's chest is puffed out and he's wearing his best shit-eating grin. The pirate is happy to have you by his side and wants everyone to know what an awesome couple you are.

You enter the ice cream shop and everyone inside holds their breaths at once, forgetting what they were doing a couple of moments ago.

"Piss off!" Buggy finally roars at the customers while Moji and Cabaji push them out of the establishment. Young kids begin to cry and a couple of adults sob as they run for their lives. The staff stares but doesn't dare to speak or even move a muscle. Buggy's men stay outside, guarding the door.

"What do you want, my love?" The captain turns to you with a soft smile and you snort at how fast the man can change his mood. You look at the ice cream counter with a serious frown and your mouth waters with anticipation. A couple of moments after, you finally order waffles with three ice cream flavors and some toppings.

"You heard them!" Buggy yells at the staff, and they gasp in unison before rushing to comply with your wishes.

"P-please take a sit," a trembling young waiter stutters and guides you to a table by the wall. Not a minute later your order comes and your eyes widen at how tasty it looks. Buggy chuckles and stares at you with the softest look in his eyes.

"Bon Appétit," your boyfriend says tenderly caressing your hand as you began to eat.

"Aren't you gonna order anything? We can share my ice cream if you want," you offer with a loving smile and Buggy shakes his head.

"I'm not a big fan of ice cream," he replies in a soft tone. "But, may I...?" he adds, leaning forward to kiss you. You part your lips to let his warm tongue slip inside your mouth and Buggy relishes the taste, lightly moaning against your lips.

"Hmmm, delicious," Buggy whispers against your lips, before leaning back to let you finish your dessert.

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#buggy x reader #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy one piece #one piece #one piece fanfiction #fluff #headcanons

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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All is Fair in Dice and War

***Soooo, @bagelsinatoaster I love this request. However, you didn't specify which board game and as I am a huge nerd I decided to take some creative liberties and combine this with another idea I've been meaning to write which is: MC introducing the demon bros to Dungeons and Dragons. I certainly had fun with this and I hope you like it!*** Summary: Leviathan's world is flipped upside down when MC tells him there is a game that basically allows him to be the Lord of Shadows in real life!! He demands that his brothers join him as MC introduces them all to the chaotic shit show that is Dungeons & Dragons. For once, it was a peaceful day in the House of Lamentation. Lucifer was lounging in the living room with a cursed record playing softly in the background. For once, Satan had willingly joined him and was sitting by the fireplace, thumbing through a book on the human world. Belphie had been passed out on the couch when he arrived and was still laying there with an impressive puddle of drool collecting near his mouth. Even Asmodeus and Beel had joined in, with Asmodeus gently humming to himself as he painted his nails and Beelzebub happily munching on a snack as he enjoyed the sight of his family getting along. Yes. It was perfectly quiet and peaceful, and Lucifer didn't even have any traces of his regular migraine. But of course, nothing good lasts forever. Everyone jumped as the door slammed open and a wide-eyed Leviathan dragged you into the room. The two you very closely followed by Mammon loudly complaining. "Oi! You're gonna hurt them! Cut it out, Levi!" Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes, momentarily mourning the peace that he had just barely begun to enjoy, and closed his book. "Leviathan, let MC go. What are you freaking out about this time?" Lucifer regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth. Levi looked at it with the expression he only ever got when his limited edition Ruri-Chan merch arrived; his eyes were wide and glittering with excitement while his face bore a grin so large that Lucifer was surprised it didn't rip his skin. The third-born was practically vibrating as he let go of your wrist and pushed you forward. "Tell them! Tell them about the game!"

You laughed at Levi's excitement and casually rubbed your wrist. "I was just telling Leviathan about a game that we play in the human world called Dungeons and Dragons-" "You get to make a fantasy world that everyone plays in, and everyone makes characters. You can be a wizard and cast spells against a huge monster! Or a war hero fighter that has been betrayed by his brother! Or a noble knight who is looking for his lost kingdom! And the best part is that it's real!" Levi interrupted, nearly jumping in place as stars danced in his eyes. You put your hands out towards him to try and calm him a bit. "Well, not entirely real. It is played in person, but it's a role play tabletop game, meaning it mostly relies on the players' imagination. That is unless you have thousands of dollars to spend on 3D maps and figurines of your characters." Levi's eyes grew even wider, if possible, as he started shaking his hands up and down. "I CAN HAVE A FIGURINE OF A CHARACTER THAT I MADE?! GAAAAAAAAAHH!" A pillow flew across the room and hit Levi square in the face as a now awake Belphegor glared at him. "Will. You. Shut. Up?" the Avatar of Sloth hissed as a dark dangerous aura grew around him. Beel gently patted his twin's head in hopes of calming him. Leviathan pouted as he noticed no one else seemed to be getting excited about it. "C-Come on guys! This isn't even a video game! It's a thing that we can all do together and personalize it to be something that everyone will like. It'll be fun! Right MC?" You nodded as you gently tossed Belphie's pillow back over to him. "Yeah. I love D&D. I played it all the time in the human world. There's action, suspense, and even romance if you really wanted it," a couple of the brothers perked up at that. "I could put together a one-shot for you guys to try it out if you'd like? I'll help you make your characters, and we can all get together for an evening and play it sometime in a couple weeks." The room went quiet as everyone thought it over. Most of them had no interest in the game itself, but if it was organized by you... "I'm in," Beel decided with a nod. "I think it will be fun. All of us trying something new; it could be neat." Satan casually flipped a page in his book, "The creative aspect of it is definitely appealing. We'd be the masters of our own fate, and that most certainly piques my interest." Asmodeus smirked as he put the cap on his nail polish. "And you said it could be whatever we want? My, one might say that this game could help our wildest fantasies come true~" he made sure to wink at you as he giggled. Belphie, who had only just got back his pillow, scrunched up his face in disgust and launched it at Asmo. "Don't make this weird Asmo," he looked over at you and shrugged, "So long as you do all the work in putting together the character thing, sure. Why not?" Mammon looked over at you from the corner of his eye. "Ya mean to tell me, that you can make it so I'm some awesome, rich, and powerful prince?" Asmo scoffed as he pushed the pillow off his lap. "Please Mammon, even the world of make-believe has its limitations." Mammon blushed as he growled at his brother. You just chuckled and teasingly elbowed his side. "Don't listen to him, Mammon. There is a set amount of how much money you start out with depending on your class and background, but I'm sure we can find something that will make you happy." The second-born blushed even more as he grumbled quietly under his breath. Lucifer tilted his head in thought. "I suppose that if everyone else is playing, naturally I must as well," he stood and began to make his way to his office. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with MC." The next two weeks were spent planning and carefully figuring out the details of the one-shot and the characters that everyone was going to play. Levi was, of course, the first one who came to you to build his character. The two of you spent hours going through the Player's Handbook and sourcebooks to find the perfect build to recreate the Lord of Shadows. In the end, you put

together a human fighter that you gave a couple magic items to make Levi's vision really come to life. It seemed basic, but for the Lord of Shadows, it was perfect. The moment the two of you finished, Levi dove to his computer and ordered a custom-made mini that looked exactly like his character. Satan was genuinely interested in the game, especially after he learned about all the lore and rules behind the different classes and races. You had just been chilling in your room one day when the door burst open. Satan stood there with wide eyes holding a copy of Volo's Guide to Monsters. "MC, why didn't you tell me there are cat people?!" You chuckled, knowing exactly where this was going. "They're called tabaxi, but yeah, they're basically cat people. Would you like to play as one?" He scoffed and snapped the book shut. "Is that even a question? Of course, I'm playing as one." After some discussion and bouncing back and forth between classes a couple of times, Satan settled on a tabaxi druid; that way he not only looked like a cat, but he could speak to them as well. After a few days of you spending time with his brothers focusing on getting their characters ready, Mammon came to you wanting the coolest, most epic character ever. At first, it was clear that he wasn't fully invested in the process, but as he saw the customizable options and all the cool stuff that his character could have, you got his attention. You ended up designing a golden teifling rogue (you tried to tell Mammon that teifling usually wasn't yellow, but he gave you such a sad look that you couldn't say no) that was decked out with piercings and gems all over its horns and tail. He tried to act like he wasn't that excited about it, but one day during class you caught him doodling what looked like a stick figure version of the character on his sheet with a big smile on his face. Asmodeus came in shortly after Mammon finished,

insisting on having the most charming and beautiful character there was. You tapped your chin at the request. "I mean, stereotypically bards are extremely charming and...well seductive...almost too seductive. But that's only thei-" Asmo had hearts in his eyes before you could even finish. "That's what I want to be!" You sighed and made a mental note not to include any dragons in the session as you marked Asmo down to be an elven bard and helped him create his character sheet. You hadn't heard anything from Lucifer for nearly that entire first week, until one day as you were lounging in the living room, he walked in holding a stack of resource books. "Ah, MC. I've been looking for you. I wanted to inform you that I will be playing a half-elf multiclassing as a paladin and hex-blade warlock." You blinked at him as he put all the books down in front of you. "O-Oh. Would you like help putting together your character sheet?" He just grinned and began to make his way out of the room once more. "I've already done it. I must admit that this was quite a bit more interesting than I thought it would be," and with that he was gone, leaving you to try and figure out what had just happened. With only a few days left until the one-shot, you had to go find the twins and get them to make their characters. Beel apologized like crazy for you having to track him in down in order to get his character made. The poor guy was in the middle of peak Fangol season and had completely forgotten. Once the two of you sat down in the kitchen with an empty character sheet in one hand and snacks in the other, Beel gave you his full attention. He put a lot of thought in his character and wanted to make it really good since he appreciated that you were doing something that they could all do as a family. He bashfully decided to play a halfling. Not only did the little creatures share his love for food, but he thought it would be neat to try being small for once. His class was also a surprise. After carefully flipping through all of the class options, he had eventually settled on a cleric. "They're the healers, right? This way I can help the others if someone gets hurt." You gave him a huge hug then and there. Belphegore, on the other hand, was not so easy to work with. "Belphie, come on. Just flip through the book and choose something!" He groaned into his pillow and rolled onto his side to glare at you. "I told you I would play if you did all the work for me. Me flipping through a book is work. It's not happening." After an entire hour of trying to get him to cooperate, you gave up. In retaliation you made his character a goblin barbarian, just to drive in the fact of how much of a brat he was acting like.

Finally, the day came for you all to play the one-shot, and much like you expected, it was complete and utter chaos. You had tried to maintain some structure and keep everyone on track, but it was hopeless. Levi and Satan were taking the game seriously and, Diavolo bless them, were the only reason their party was making any progress. Mammon was trying to pick-pocket every non-player character that they met while Asmo distracted them by flirting. This worked great for them until Mammon got caught and would've died from the resulting injuries if it wasn't for Beel. Speaking of Beel, the poor fella was trying his best to do well in the game but kept getting confused by all the rules and different stats and modifiers. Belphegor spent most of his time, trying to explain it to his twin, but in the end, Beel accidentally ate his dice and Belphie passed out on his shoulder. And then there was Lucifer. He had been mostly quiet the entire game. Surprisingly, he let Levi and Satan take the charge in any investigations and puzzle-based interactions, but he did so with a smirk. You had a funny feeling in your stomach that he was up to something, and you were right. It was the final boss. Satan and Levi were on the edge of their seats, having worked so hard to get the party to this point. You smiled, knowing that one of the best parts of D&D was finally taking down the big bad. In this case, you had prepared a beholder for them to fight. It would be no easy task. The fight should have required them to work together in an epic battle of wits, magic and melee attacks. Only, when everyone rolled initiative, Lucifer went first. The eldest smiled as his eyes sparked menacingly. "For my bonus action, I'd like to use my hex blade's curse on it, which allows me to add my plus four proficiency bonus to all damage, and makes any rolls of nineteen or twenty critical hits. I will then use my long sword with divine smite at third level to attack him and attack him again using my extra attack," barely giving you time to process what he said, Lucifer rolled his dice twice. "And that would be a nineteen and a natural twenty, meaning they're both criticals due to the curse. That should hit, yes?" "Wha-" You could only watch as Lucifer, now with twice the amount of damage due to his critical rolls pulled out a disgusting number of dice and rolled them all. And of course, with his luck, they all rolled high. "So that's 90 points of damage plus the extra damage from the curse and the bonus from my duelist ability per attack, brings this 102 points," he smugly perched his chin on top of his hands as the table gaped at him. You gulped and looked down at the beholder's character sheet, "Y-You just took o-over half of his hit points in one round..." His grin widened at the information, "What, like it's hard?" You never got the chance to finish the game, as Satan burst into his demon form and pounced on Lucifer, the eldest laughing like a mad man, while Levi tore up his character sheet in a fit of jealous rage. Levi never asked to play with everyone again after that. ***This was just so self-indulgent and I just- I loved it. It combined two of my favourite things and I have never been happier. This was more crack than fluff, but either way, it was fun and I hope you nerds out there enjoyed it 🥰 Thanks again for the request @bagelsinatoaster!*** Taglist: @mimik248 @roseytoesy @ester-is-here

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chocolateheart · 3 years

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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thatbookworm08 · 2 years

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Over the Bridge Part 4 (Race Higgins x reader)

a/n: Thank you everyone for reading! Part 5 will be out shortly!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Newsies Square was crowded the next day. You didn’t have a problem moving through though—you were the Queen of Brooklyn after all. Race was easy to find. He was perched on a statue above the crowd, waving you to him. You ran over, crushing him in a hug, earning a few gasps from some unaware onlookers.

You closed your eyes trying to forget the world around you.

“Hey, Spotty Boy let you outta Brooklyn!” Race exclaimed, returning your hug. He sensed there was something off because of how tight you were hugging him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine…Spot…won’t talk to me…” you whispered.

Race felt a pang of guilt in his chest. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be. It ain’t your fault.” You let him go and stood tall and proud. “Let’s go show Pulitzer he can’t push us around no more.”

“ITS DA BULLS!” shouted Jack. Newsies were scrambling and throwing punches left and right trying to get away from the men.

“Race! Behind you!” you screamed.

Just then, Race was seized from behind by the one and only Snyder the Spider. He had already gotten Crutchie. “It’s off to the Refuge with you, boy!”

“NO!” you screamed as Snyder began to drag Race to a carriage.

Then Snyder dropped Race to the ground as he clutched the back of his neck. He had been shot in the back of the neck with a marble…from a slingshot?

“Nevah fear! Brooklyn is here!”

Spot!

Instinctively, you joined them, taking your place next to Spot and Hotshot. Once you and the Brooklyn boys drove out the bulls, you, Race, Jack, Davey, and Spot slipped into the Bowery theater to get away from the crowd.

For a moment, you just smiled at Spot. “You saved him!” you said.

“If I didn’t I’d have to deal with sad, mopey you and I ain’t doin’ that more than Ise already got to,” said Spot, not meeting your eyes.

You stepped forward and embraced him, causing him to flinch slightly. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatevah,” he muttered into your shoulder, hoping to conceal his reddening face.

“Can we talk later?” you asked, pulling away.

He nodded and walked off to find Jack.

Race was still mildly shaking when you made your way over to him. Snyder had almost gotten him. He had him until Spot showed up. Race was seated on the edge of the stage, unable to stand because he was shaking so hard. You said nothing when you sat down, you just wrapped your arms around him and he began to tremble and cry. “I-I’se been in da Refuge b-before,” he mumbled, “I’se don’t wanna go back,”

You had never been in the Refuge before. Snyder and his cronies didn’t come around Brooklyn very often and when they did, you and Spot would soak them.

“What did they do to you there?” you whispered, stroking his hair and letting him cry into your shoulder.

He shook his head and said, “there’s was dis lil kid…they would hurt him…” he paused, taking a few shaky breaths, “I had to stop them so I tried…and…” he could hardly finish his sentence and it broke your heart. “I escaped…but I walked with a limp for weeks… Snydah’s been afta me since,”

“Oh Race!” you gasped, holding him tightly.

“Please…” he whispered, “promise me you’ll nevah let Snydah get youse,”

You cupped his face in your hand and brushed a tear away. “I promise,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Race was embarrassed. He never told anyone about his time in the Refuge until now. You actually listened to what he had to say. You acted as though you liked him but he couldn’t tell. Did you just kiss his cheek to help him calm down? You had quickly said that Spot wasn’t your boyfriend, but when you, him, and Albert were walking back to the lodge that day, you didn’t refute it when Albert made a joke saying “Look at da happy couple! Holdin’ hands!” You didn’t even let go of his hand when Albert said it.

Race just couldn’t figure it out.

You and Spot were invited to stay the night in Manhattan since you were both involved in the strike now. Leaving Hotshot in charge of Brooklyn, you and Spot obliged.

Spot had asked you to walk with him so you could talk.

“Ace…” Spot began, “I…uh…I’m sorry for freakin’ out on ya…I just…”

“It’s okay,” you said, “Thank you for coming to help today,”

Spot took a deep breath and asked, “Is Race gonna change anything ‘tween us?”

You were surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

Spot kicked at a pebble. “I dunno…you used ta tell me everythin’...Now Ise feel like youse is keepin’ secrets. I know I ain’t da warmest person but Ise need ya ta talk ta me… and I’ll talk ta youse.”

“I’m sorry…” you said.

“Don’t be. You was right… Ise is jealous…”…” he mumbled.

“Why?”

“Because Ise feel like Race is takin’ my place!” he let out a sigh. “Youse is sneakin’ out ta see ‘em and youse is holdin’ his hand and puttin’ yer arm around ‘im…that’s what we used ta do… I-I knows ya don’t like me like dat but now I feels like we ain’t even best friends anymore because youse got him!” he sat down on the edge of the park fountain and turned his face from you.

You sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Spot, we will always be best friends. It’s been just you and me since we was five. I could nevah replace you.”

“Then why does it feel like you already have?” he whispered.

You hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder. Smirking, you said, “Spot Conlon did you miss me?”

“Youse is one sentence away from bein’ thrown inta da fountain, Ace. Don’t test me,” Spot teased. Looking into your eyes he asked, “Still best friends?”

“Always,”

You both began to walk back to the Manhattan Lodge when Spot added, “Youse know that if he breaks your heart Imma soak ‘im inta next week, right?”

“Woah, slow down! I don’t even know if he likes me!” you said.

“Oh, he does. Youse is just blind. C’mon,” he haphazardly slung his arm around your neck and fell in step beside you. All was well.

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stagbells · 2 years

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Note: "What's up Tea! Hope you're having a stellar summer so far! So glad to have you as my giftee this go around, cause you're so dang cool :-D!! You enjoy this and I hope it blesses you to beat the heat as well as these five are!"

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The blue lake…A very calm, serene area that was one of the best tranquil places in all of Hallownest. It was the perfect place to have a picnic or just a day by the water.

Dryya fluffed down her skirt and sat on a blanket, watching Isma wade around in the sand. She and Ogrim were already dead set on creating the ultimate sandcastle.

Ze’mer was sitting by the water, gently touching at times to see if it would get any warmer. It didn’t. It was a vicious cycle she trapped herself in.

Hegemol was straight in the water, armor left behind for a pool floaty. The menderbug spun lazily around in it, having a blast before just drifting off to sleep.

“Ah. This is truly peaceful. I could just…sit here. And do nothing. At all. Fantastic.” Dryya said, the last part feeling sarcastic. She adjusted her legs, trying to get in the most comfortable position.

She sighed, curling them up and holding them to her chest. She watched the others for some form of stimuli.

Ogrim and Isma! They had to be doing something funny!

“So…should I dig a moat?” Ogrim asked for the fifth time. Isma tossed some water onto the sand, shaping a pillar. “Do we not have enough moats?” She asked, gesturing to the couple of moats Ogrim had already dug.

“We can never have enough digging! Moats are important!”

“If you want to dig, just dig then.”

“One more moat!” Ogrim decided, sticking his claw in the sand and dragging it along to make another circle around the base of their castle. “When you finish that, we can collect some of these shells and decorate the castle with them!” Isma said as he walked the area one more time. The moat flowed with a bit more water and Ogrim smiled on it!

They both made the mound into a square shape, beaming as their castle blossomed into the land of their dreams!

Dryya hummed, wondering if she should join in on the building process or if they had it. It would be fun and distracting! She just wasn’t sure.

Maybe she could join Ze’mer in the water when she eventually got in. She began to observe her instead.

Ze’mer continued to dip her hand into the water, whining at the temperature again.

“Hegemol! How did le’mer get into the waves without such a shock! Give your secrets.” She called, waving to him. Hegemol looked up, antennae lightly dipping in the water. “You just have to go for it! Take the shock and you’ll adjust!”

Ze’mer groaned, touching the water again. “Is…that true? Le’mer is simply floating rather than being submerged.”

“Here.” Hegemol waved to her. “I’ll dunk myself in the water at the same time you jump in. Then we’ll both be cold, okay?”

Ze’mer hummed. “Can che trust in that?”

“Of course! We’ll go on three!” Hegemol put his hands on the side of the floaty.

“One…” Hegemol started the count. Ze’mer braced herself.

“Two…” Hegemol held his floaty tighter and Ze’mer shifted in the sand.

“THREE!”

With a “hyup!” Ze’mer jumped into the water with a large splash! Hegemol tried to flip himself into the water, but he didn’t move! He remained dry in the water but kept trying to flip himself over. “Oh no oh no-” He thought as Ze’mer surfaced, not looking pleased.

“Ah!! Waiiii, it’s frigid- it’s!” She looked up and saw Hegemol still not in the water. “Oh NYM’LIES!!”

Hegemol waved his hands. “No no, Ze’mer I’m sorry- I couldn't flip, I- AGH!” Hegemol yelped as Ze’mer sent a massive splash Hegemol’s way, knocking him out of the floaty and into the water. “Waaah!!” Ze’mer cried, continuing to splash him when he surfaced.

“Aaaa!!” Hegemol laughed, apologizing over and over. They splashed back and forth as Hegemol tried to grab his floaty again. Eventually, Ze’mer’s splashing calmed down and she floated by Hegemol. “...Le’mer was incredibly correct. Che’s adjusted just fine. This water is nice!” Ze’mer’s antennae, despite being wet, perked right up.

Hegemol flopped into his floaty and gave her a thumbs up. Ze’mer chuckled, splashing at him again to send him spinning around upside down.

“Ze’mer!” He yelped as he went around and around, Ze’mer just happily swimming around him to make him go faster.

Dryya hummed. Swimming with Ze’mer and Hegemol could be fun too…but she’d have to leave the nice towel…and the sand is quite warm. The slight breeze is nice where she is.

She saw that Ogrim had finished construction on the last moat, and he and Isma were working on making the tallest tower they could now.

She saw that Hegemol was able to get himself to a proper sitting position to splash Ze’mer back.

She saw that Isma was poking holes in the tower to make windows and Ogrim tried to do the same but his claws were far too large.

She saw that Ze’mer could float perfectly on her back, using that to swim past Hegemol and splash his back instead of his front.

What did Dryya want to do?? She closed her eyes, trying to find the solution. She rarely got to relax so relaxing was difficult! She didn't even have to choose between the two groups, she could just lay down and sleep! But she didn't want to sleep!

Had she been just staring at her friends this entire time?

Dryya sighed, she knew she was being ridiculous. They’re just having fun! If she just relaxed she wouldn't be bored and maybe she could sleep a little. Just a little nap…it won't hurt anything anyway!

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay, just this once…” She whispered. “I'm taking a nap!"

She put her hands behind her neck and laid down. She breathed deeply once more and tried to allow herself to drift.

Her mind filled with muted quiet, and all she focused on was the sound of an exhale.

Peaceful. It really was peaceful.

She could get used to this…

This tranquility lasted all of…three minutes. Three amazing minutes interrupted by…

“Oh, okay Hegemol! Here I come, haha!!” Before the sound of a massive CRASH! Filled the air.

Before Dryya could even open her eyes to process that sentence, a wave of water careened on top of her!

“AGH!!” She tried to shield herself but it was too late, she and her blanket were already soaked.

Dryya sat up and saw Ogrim resurface in the water. Isma looked at her in concern, as she looked pissed.

Glaring at Ogrim, Dryya removed a shell that had become stuck to her horns and stood up.

“Hey, Ogrim! Big guy!” She crossed her arms as Ogrim started floating. “Yes, my dear friend?” Ogrim asked, almost innocently.

Dryya ran from her ruined blanket towards the lake. She jumped onto Ogrim and they both started roughhousing in the water! Ogrim laughed as he threw Dryya into the water, but she simply swam up to grab his horns. They were safe about it, but Dryya did want to dunk him in the water for vengeance.

Isma, now abandoned at her sand castle, sighed. She put down the sand and rinsed her feet in the water before leaping in too.

Someone had to break up the fight…so she could take over and win! The five of them caused the tranquil waves of the city’s rain to rush around, and it truly made each of their days by the end of it.

One grain of sand and splash at a time.

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ezm-imagines · 3 years

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I know we don’t like j*hn w*lker... but I need bucky x reader with a side of bucky and walmart cap drama — like fake cap just constantly hitting on reader and bucky (or reader honesty) putting him in his place?

feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t spark inspiration!!

jealousy, jealousy (bb imagine)

Summary: John Walker being gross to you and Bucky being pisses about it.

Word Count: 1.6k

“He makes me sick,” Bucky gritted through his teeth, watching as Walker took your wrist and led you across the bar.

The team had needed more information from Madripoor, but since Bucky and Sam had already blown their covers quite recently, they had sent in you and Walker.

You two were pretending to be a well-known mafia couple: you had on a tight, revealing red dress and John had his gross hands all over you. He was clearly loving it. You were clearly not.

Bucky and Sam sat undercover in the corner of the bar as back-up if anything happened, meaning Bucky had a front row seat of watching Walker be more disgusting than usual.

You said something to the bartender with a laugh and Walker joined in with a short comment and more laughter, slinking his hand around your waist.

Even from across the room, Bucky knew you well enough to tell how you tensed the second his hand contacted your skin. Ever the actor, he was sure no one else could recognize it. But he did.

He balled his hands into fists, trying to use the pain and the pressure of its tightness to calm himself down.

“You need to chill,” Sam muttered beside him, “I know you like Y/N but if you blow up, you’re going to get her killed. Walker’s just doing his job.”

“Hah,” Bucky barked out a bitter laugh, “Yeah, and he’s loving it just a little too much.”

“Look, you think I like this anymore than you? I hate watching this shit, man. Y/N’s like a sister to me. But suffering Walker’s touch is better than a bullet wound from each gun in the building. Here,” he pushed his drink over to Bucky, “You need this more than me.”

Bucky slid it back. He was not in the mood to drink. Even if alcohol had little effect on him anyway, he wanted to be stone cold sober as he watched Walker.

Walker took a casual look around the bar as he continued to make conversation with the bartender. His eyes fell on Bucky’s glare and he smirked.

As he continued speaking, his hand traveled down your backside to rest on your butt. The bartender couldn’t see it, and even if they could, it would just be in line with your covers. But Walker knew what he was doing. When the bartender began responding, Walker gave a little wink back to Bucky as he squeezed your butt.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky grit out, his Winter Soldier side coming fully alive.

Sam clamped a hand on Bucky’s arm, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“But you see what he’s fucking doing! He’s taking advantage of her!” “And he’s trying to piss off you! Anyone who comes within a mile of you and Y/N can tell you’re head over heels for her. It’s a power move. He’s trying to assert a position over us. And her.”

“Oh, I’m going to assert something…”

“Like hell you are. You’re going to sit here and wait for them to give the signal and then we leave.”

“And we leave Walker behind, bleeding to death in some alleyway.”

“Barnes—“

But Sam’s words were interrupted, as you leaned down to readjust the straps of your heels: the signal that you had gotten the information you needed.

Walker grinned broadly with your ass on full display as you bent over. He gave it a little slap and made some joking remark to the bartender, who heartily agreed with him.

Bucky was seething. Thank fuck you guys were about to leave, because he was about to make another Winter Soldier scene in Madripor and kill everyone in eyesight.

You stood back up, gave Walker an intense look, and began strutting towards the door of the bar.

Walker took the last swig of his drink and set down cash on the bar before running off after you.

“We should wait a while before we leave,” Sam instructed.

“And give Walker alone time with her? No fucking way.” Bucky stood up immediately and stalked out of the bar.

Sam sighed and finished his drink before following to make sure Bucky wasn’t about to do something stupid.

By the time the boys had come outside and found you in the alleyway around the corner, Walker already had blood streaming down his cheek.

“— if you EVER pull ANYTHING like that again I will leave you in a dumpster to rot, you fucking hear me?”

“Come on, baby, I know you have a crush on me. You’re just scared of admitting it in front of Barnes, but I can tell with the looks you give me.” “The looks of pure hatred? God, you’re fucking delusional.”

“Says the bitch who’s pretending she doesn’t like me.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but found Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around Walker’s throat within a blink of an eye, “Do I need to shut you up or can I cut off your fucking hands first so you never touch a lady like that again?”

He landed a sharp punch to Walker’s nose, “If you even breathe in her direction again—“

“What?” Walker laughed through his bleeding nose, “You’ll kill me? Fuck, you’re angrier than she is. Gee, I wonder why that could be…?”

Bucky grabbed Walker by his button up and threw him across the alleyway, slamming him against the brick wall.

“You’re gonna make a scene,” Sam warned.

“It’s fucking worth it if I never see him again,” Bucky replied, stalking over to where Walker’s body had fallen.

Walker groaned, but quickly picked himself up. Stupid super soldier serum.

He swung punches at Bucky but missed each one until Bucky grabbed one arm from the air and twisted it around him, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Bucky hissed in his ear.

“Oh, I don’t?” Walker smirked, “It’s pretty obvious, Buck. I mean, it’s one thing to find out that the Winter Soldier has feelings, it’s another to find out he’s a little puppy bitch for the girls he likes.”

This distraction allowed Walker to get a hit on Bucky, square in his jaw.

The shouting and the fighting was beginning to draw a crowd. Shit. Shit shit shit.

You ran in between the two men, prying them from each other.

“Knock it off!” You shouted, before muttering out of earshot of the spectators, “You’re gonna fucking get us all killed. Let’s get back to the quinjet and you guys can kill each other there.”

The boys separated, but not without a few last hits each.

***

Bucky was wrapping his hand on his bed in the Tower when he heard a knock at the door.

“Enter,” he called, not looking up from his wounds.

When you said they could fight later, they hadn’t taken that lightly. They had fought even harder than when he and Sam had taken the shield away from Walker the other week.

“Hey,” you stepped inside.

Bucky immediately forgot about what he was doing, all attention on you, “Hey.”

“How ya holdin’ up?” You motioned to his first aid kit.

“I’ll be fine in a day. It’s really nothing.” You quirked an eyebrow, “Your forehead is split open.”

He let his fingers slide across the large gash that slid down his forehead and toward his temple. The bleeding had stopped at least.

“Like I said,” he continued with a calm smile, “I’ll be fine.”

You shook your head and made your way over to sit beside him. You took the alcohol and a few cotton pads from the first aid kit, wetting them, “You know, you didn’t need to beat him up for me. I could do that on my own.”

You dabbed the cotton on his forehead cut, but he barely flinched at the pain. Guess he was used to pain, huh? “I know,” he replied truthfully. He clearly had no doubt of that, “It wasn’t about defending you.” Your eyes slid from his cut down to meet his, “Then what was it about?”

Suddenly, you couldn’t remember how to breathe normally anymore. You were so close to him, and he was looking up at you from under his lashes with those bright blue eyes…

Until he wasn’t. He looked down. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” You questioned, “Because it sounded like Walker did.”

Bucky’s voice was hoarse as he spoke up, “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth would be nice,” you teased lightly. But when he looked at you again, his gaze was anything but light.

You swallowed thickly.

“I mean, obviously I care about you, Y/N. You’ve been here for me for years. I don’t like seeing someone take advantage of you. Especially like that.”

“Is that it?”

He hung his head, “I know what you’re trying to do here, doll, but don’t make me say it. You deserve better than me. Someone like Sam or Steve. It’s better like this.”

“For who? Because it isn’t for me.” You took his rough, flesh hand in yours, “Buck. Come on. Please.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, before just saying what he’d wanted to say for years now, “I love you, doll. Always have. I don’t like seein’—“

But you interrupted him with a kiss. He melted into it desperately, afraid this was the only one he’d ever get. The moment you started pulling away, he stopped, accepting the inevitable.

“I love you, too, dummy. You don’t get to get away from me that easy.”

He blushed slightly, before speaking up, “Then can we do that again?”

You grinned and nodded, leaning back in to kiss him again. This time, he threaded a hand through your hair and pulled your jaw into him.

Okay. So maybe Walker was good for one thing…

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ack3rlady · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, My Love

Summary: Everyone helps Levi prepare for your birthday!

Notes: Angst/Comfort, Post War - Spoiler Free, Character death.

Word Count: ~900

Master List

Levi cringed a little when he saw his reflection in the mirror. It had been a year since the war ended. But he couldn’t seem to get used to his appearance. He was no stranger to scars. But the ones on his face were ugly reminders of the bloodshed from his past that he was desperately trying to forget.

Two hands made a splat sound on his head, making him flinch once again. Gabi’s reflection appeared behind his own, her eyes enlarged to twice their size as she furiously tried to set his hair with something called ‘hair gel’ that Marley manufactured. An alarmed Falco fruitlessly tried to slow her down, afraid that the stoic man would lose his temper at her. But Levi was cool as a cucumber, since today was a special day.

After spending a small eternity trying to tame the one stray lock of midnight hair that wouldn’t budge, Gabi finally gave a nod of approval to Levi’s new sleek hairstyle once it joined the rest of his strands being his ears. Falco then carefully helped him slip on the charcoal grey blazer and topped his head with a matching fedora, that was a gift from you when you first visited Marley. Levi couldn’t help but wonder how the two teens’ personalities were poles apart from each other.

The strange but fragrant perfume that Connie sprayed on his clothes made his eyes water. Jean assured that it wouldn’t make him go blind in his remaining eye. The sheer chaos inside his tea-shop was striking down the bars of his patience one by one; only the thought of seeing you soon keeping him sane.

The bell above the front door of the shop chimed when Armin and Annie walked in with a bouquet of fragrant red roses that they knew you would love, and handed them to the former captain. Armin’s cheery face always calmed Levi down, much like the thought of being in your company soon.

The couple was shortly followed by Onyankopon who entered holding a powder-blue box in his hands. That would be your favorite cake from the bakery down the street. He held it open before Levi, showcasing the words ‘Happy Birthday’ delicately piped on top of the decadent chocolate cake in vanilla icing. He nodded in approval, giving a gentle pat to his friend’s arm.

Levi was relieved. Everything was going just as he planned. Everyone showed up on time and fulfilled the duties he had meticulously delegated amongst them to make your birthday special. He had been eagerly waiting for this day for weeks, planning out each and every detail of how he wanted the evening to go. He couldn’t wait to see you. All this excitement was condensed into the smallest upward curve on his lips, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t paying attention.

Finally, Mikasa’s figure appeared hurrying down the stairs, ready to take the man to the woman he loved. Reiner and Pieck stayed back with the kids for they had been assigned the Herculean task of not letting Gabi and Falco burn the tea-shop down in Levi’s absence. Just as they were about to leave, Historia stepped before them to straighten up Levi’s bow tie. Everyone was beaming at him as he waved them goodbye.

Mikasa wheeled him through the busy streets of Marley’s market, where his gaze wandered from store to store in search of the perfect gift for you. A shiny moon stone necklace caught his eye. Its features were soft, and delicate, just like yours. What better gift for you than the stone that stands for all things serene, mirroring the effect of your presence in his life.

Now it was finally time to see you. Mikasa finally wheeled him over to the spot where he met you every weekend. She helped him spread out the red and white checkered blanket on the lush grass, and arranged the cake, and bouquet on it along with smoked salmon sandwiches and the flask of black tea that she packed for the day. She helped Levi sit down on it before leaving with the promise of returning in a couple of hours to pick him up.

He neatly organized the sandwich squares on a plate, and poured out two cups of steaming black tea, one for you and one for him. He then fished out a small pack of birthday candles that Connie harshly shoved inside his blazer’s pocket just before they left, and lit them over the cake. He finished setting up just as the sun began setting over the horizon.

“Ahh. Just in time. You know how much I love watching the sunset with you. Reminds me of the good old days. Well, just the old days.”, he smiled.

Levi gathered the roses that Armin and Annie so lovingly bought, and laid them before you. He then picked up picked up his cup of tea and clinked it against the weathering granite. He scrutinized the stone, brushing away any dust that was beginning to collect within the letters engraved on it. His gaze ran over your name etched into the stone.

‘Beloved Wife

Ours is a love without an end.’

He gingerly ran his fingers over the letters, a lone tear escaping his eyes shone like a gleaming pearl rolling down his cheek. Just then, a gust of wind blew the candles out, bringing the smile back to his face.

“Happy birthday, my love.”, he whispered.

A/N: Wrote this on a whim. Sorry I keep killing the reader off in all my fics lately 😅 I may or may not be PMSing. 😅

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman #aot fic #snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #aot x reader #if you have any questions my answer is I DONT KNOW.

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years

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Butchered Plans-Technoblade

#113 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here!

This is a Technoblade x GN reader!

This will not really follow what actually happened in the dreamsmp roleplay but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Y/N finds out about the Butcher Army and attempts to put a stop to their plan.

Y/N’s POV

L’Manberg was quiet today… Too quiet. I hadn’t seen Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, Ranboo, Ghostbur or Philza around all day. Ever since Tommy’s exile I was sure that I spoke to each of them at least once a day for 15 minutes or longer. Tommy was ripped away from me, from L’Manberg and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to the boy that had become my brother. I had no idea the debate that raged on between the boys and Dream and by the time I was clued in it was too late. He was gone.

I sighed as I strolled down Prime Path, heading toward the new L’Manberg. I kept my eyes peeled, looking for a sign of any movement. Any life. Anyone. Suddenly, a tall tower I had never seen before was in the center of the square caught my eye. “What the-” I muttered, jogging toward it. As I got closer, I began to hear voices. I caught a glimpse of Carl tied to a post and I broke in a full sprint.

Well I found the boys I had been looking for all day. Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Ranboo stood on the outer edges of the stage dressed in bloody aprons. Philza stood outside his front door, watching what was happening. Ghostbur stood off to the side of the stage with a blue sheep. There was one more person that was standing on the stage. Technoblade.

Technoblade and I have had an interesting relationship ever since he joined the server. I had been really good friends with his brothers and when they were banished from L’Manberg, it broke my heart. I spent a lot of time giving them supplies and intel about the things that were happening under Schlatt’s control. Wherever I would visit them, Techno would always throw flirty remarks my way, leaving me flustered. One time I decided to throw one back at his, causing him to blush like crazy. The next time I went over, Techno asked me on a date. I accepted, of course and ever since then the two of us had been a couple.

I stood by him through a lot of important events. I helped raise Carl. I helped him farm wither skulls. I had been there with him when he spawned the withers and blew up L’Manberg. He and I spent many days looking for a place to build his “retirement” home and then many days then building said house. We spent a lot of time together and I really did love him.

“What the hell is going on here?!” I demanded as I stomped on the stage. All eyes snapped to me as I stood there, fuming on the stage. “Y/N” Tubbo began nervously, “You shouldn’t be here. Quackity, I thought you took care of them!” he hissed to his partner in crime. Quackity rubbed the back of his neck, “Oops. I guess I forgot.” I crossed my arms across my chest and glowered at the four boys. “That doesn’t answer my question of what is going on here.” I hissed out. Tubbo cleared his throat and nervously looked to his feet. “An execution…” He whispered. I was silent as I soaked up Tubbo’s words. “We made a list. A list of people that threaten the peace of L’Manberg. Techno is on that list and then to make sure we have that peace, he must die.” Tubbo finished.

I stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “Really? You think that this is going to solve your problems?” I questioned, “You know he has all of his cannon lives. If he dies, when he comes back you’re going to have to pay full price for what you did to him… You really think this is a smart play.” Tubbo gave me a half shrug while the other three stared at each other. “He had to pay for what he’s done,” Fundy spoke up. I let out a laugh and shook my head, “He did exactly what he told you he was going to do. You knew how much he hates governments and yet you literally formed one in front of him… If anything it’s your own fault.” I informed them with a shrug.

I brushed past Tubbo and made my way to the cage that sat in the middle of the stage, the two right next to it. “Hey there.” I greeted my partner with a smile. Techno mirrored my smile as he gave me a small wave, “Fancy seeing you here. Whatcha doing?” I asked, swinging my bag off my shoulder, looking for my pickaxe. “Oh, you know… Being executed.” He claimed nonchalantly. I giggled at his casualness as I brought my pick out of my bag. I was about to swing my pick to break the iron lock that kept my boyfriend contained in a one by one block, but a hand landed on my shoulder stopping my motions.

“Y/N! You can’t do this! We, the Butcher Army, have made a decision! He must die!” Tubbo whined. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand off of my shoulder, “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” I announced turning back to the cage that housed my boyfriend. I brought my pick up and swung at the iron lock, instantly breaking it causing the cell door to swing open. “NOOOOOO!” The four boys screeched. They rushed forward, trying with all their might to push the pink haired man back into the cage, but the two of us were too strong for him.

The two of us easily pushed the four boys off of us and to the ground. They stayed down, a bit dazed allowing us to make our escape. I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and ran toward where I saw Carl tied up. With ease, Techno hoisted himself up onto his cherished horse as I untied the prized horse from the post. I handed Techno the reigns before jumping on the animal myself. “Stop! Prisoner!” I heard the voices shout from behind us. “Let’s go Carl!” Techno shouted, giving the animal a swift kick sparking the horse into action. Carl whinnied and began galloping at full speed down the prime path. “NOOOOOOO!” the four voices screamed, fading out of earshot as we rode off toward Techno’s retirement home.

I let out a breath of relief as Techno’s home appeared in my field of view. Carl came to a stop right outside the front door. Techno quickly hopped off of his pet and tied him to his post. Techno then reached up and helped me off of the animal. The two of us locked eyes as we stood there. I let out a giggle at what had just happened. My laughter caused Techno to laugh as well. “I cannot believe you did that” He admitted, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning his forehead on my own. I let out a content sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’d do anything for you,” I admitted. His brown eyes stared into my own lovingly. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” He mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto my lips. I let out a giggle, immediately kissing back. “Well I know one way.” I mumbled against his lips.

Techno pulled back slightly and raised his eyebrow. “And that is?” “Well considering I just betrayed the L’Manberg president, I don’t think I’ll be welcome in their land anytime soon… So you could let me crash here for a while.” Techno let out a chuckle and pecked my lips once more. “Of course,” He hummed, “You’re always welcome here.” I gave my boyfriend a soft smile at his response. “Thank you” “Anytime.”

We stood there for a few minutes before a shiver ran down my spine. “I’m cold” I claimed with a pout on my lips. Techno let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, “Of course you are. Come on, I’ll make you something hot to drink.” Techno let go of my waist and turned toward the front door. “You’re the best” I hummed, reaching forward and intertwining our fingers. Techno brought our hands up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand. “I know… You’re pretty okay too.” He teased, opening the door. I let out a gasp in mock offense, “Excuse you?!” I exclaimed as the two of us made our way to the kitchen, “I literally just saved you from the Butcher Army and this is how you repay me?” Techno led me to a seat and sat me down before turning to the stove and began making my drink, “In that case. I guess you’re pretty cool too… Ya know… For butchering their plans….”

There was a silence in the kitchen before laughter came bubbling out of my mouth. “I can’t believe you just made that pun!” I laughed, holding my stomach. Techno threw a smile over his shoulder as he worked. “I figured you would like it.” The laughter slowly died down as I took deep breaths to calm myself. Techno set my favorite mug down in front of me before sitting down beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and a kiss was placed upon my temple. I smiled as I brought my own mug to my lips and took a sip. I let out a content sigh as I rested my head on my boyfriend’s shoulder. “I could get used to this,” I admitted, turning slightly to look at my love. Techno gave me a gentle smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on the top of my head before pulling me closer to him. “So could I”

There you go! I hope you enjoyed!! If so, please be sure to leave a like! Maybe even a reply or a reblog telling me what you liked about it!! Until next time!

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thathelplesshomeschooler · 4 years

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humans are space orcs (with magic!) *skillz to pay the billz pt 1*

5wow i have been gone for a hot minute but i think i’m gonna tryn write more on here, but school’s starting up again soon so we’ll see how that actually goes. anyway, without further ado, here is another short story or sum, based on how some people can cook, and how some absolutely cannot

also i had to resist so hard from writing that’s what she said at the end so i will have to console myself with writing it up here.

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The VIV Narrtor was docked at a WayCenter Station for repairs after a gamma burst from a neutron star had fried nearly all the sensors. As it was the humans had decided to designated this as their “vacation” and had put their money together and were renting a small abode for the duration of the repairs. Not wanting to miss out on any possible research, Drerzii had insisted that he and Tygeria rent the room across the street from the humans.

And so Tygeria found herself the windowsill with a pair of “binoculars” as the humans called it, in her hand. Currently the humans weren’t doing much, in fact it appeared that only one of them was up and active. Uhris, clad only in his undergarments, was in the sustenance preparation room, making ready the pot of dark, steaming liquid that the humans drank every morning. She and Drerzii had suspected it to be either some sort of religious ceremony or a necessity of their species, much like how the dular always had to eat from a plant native to their planet before they ate anything else or they would die. However, neither of them had mustered the courage to ask the humans. If it was indeed a private matter, it might not be appreciated if they suspected they were being studied so thoroughly. And an angry human was not something Tygeria wanted to see.

As she observed, the rest of the humans slowly arose from their slumber, except for Taurus. Being the largest of them all, Tygeria suspected that he likely needed more rest than the rest of them in order to move his mass around. She noted her thoughts on a holotablet.

When she resumed her observations, she noted that Uhris was preparing sustenance, and quite a large amount. He must be feeding the entire group. It was strange she thought, since his records didn’t indicate that he had been trained in sustenance preparation, but he seemed quite adept in his actions. Perhaps he had trained in secret, hoping one day to be employed as a sustenance prepare. These “chefs” apparently were quite coveted in any group.

The group spent most of the morning hours indoors, but what they were doing exactly Tygeria couldn’t say exactly. They were certainly enjoying themselves at the very least. Around midday Uhris and Enara walked out of the building. Tygeria leaned forward, her interested piqued. “Drerzii, Drerzii! They’re headed this way.” Her carapace tingled with mixed fear and excitement. They’d been found out. Surely the humans would be angry at being spied on. Drerzii rose from his resting state.

“My dear Tygeria, you surely must be mistaken. The humans-” He stopped as he peered out the window, “Oh. You’re quite right Tygeria. But do calm yourself, I doubt they mean us any harm. Likely their simply curious. Their species’ natural inclement is towards curiosity rather than violence; however, I suppose we should be prepared. There, I have a clear line of communication to command should anything happen.”

Tygeria appreciated his actions, but her carapace still tingled. A minute later there was a knock on the door. She walked quickly across the room and opened the door. Uhris and Enara stood in the entryway.

Uhris switched his hand from scratching the back of his head to giving them a little wave. “Uh hey. Anne pointed out that you guys were staying across the street from us, and we all agreed that we couldn’t just let you guys stay here.” It was exactly as Tygeria feared, the humans were angry about being spied on. Drerzii’s flashing colors echoed her fear. “So we- Drerzii you okay? You’re putting on a whole light show my dude.”

“Oh, yes, I’m quite fine. For the time being at least.”

“Erm, yeah, whatever that means. Anyway, we’re about to have lunch, so we wanted to know if you guys wanted to join us. We might do something later, but we haven’t decided what yet.”

Tygeria lowered her head so it was on eye-level with the human. It didn’t make much of a difference to her, what with her infrared vision, but apparently it was a human gesture. “You don’t intend us any harm?”

The two humans looked on in confusion. “N-no? I mean why would we want to hurt you? We just wanted to know if you wanted to eat with us, but if you don’t that’s fine too.”

Tygeria was taken aback. Did they not know? “Because we were obs-”

“Of course we would be delighted to enjoy you for a meal. I unfortunately am unable to consume at the current moment, but I would be delighted to participate in your fellowship.”

“Oh. Great, well you guys can head on over then. Enara and I are just going to get some groceries, but we’ll be back in just a few minutes. The door’s unlocked so just head right in”

And so the humans headed off toward the provisions center of the station while Tygeria and Drerzii made their way to the humans rooms. Upon entering the room they were met with ferocious laughter. The terrifying sound of mirth coming from all three of the humans. Taurus, who apparently was in the middle of a story glanced over towards the door, his predatory eyes moving by pure instinct. He motioned with his hand. “Come on over guys, I was just telling them about when I managed to get a screw jammed up my nose.” It took a few minutes of recap for Tygeria and Drerzii to understand the situation, but it was incomprehnsible why the humans found it so funny.

Uhris and Enara arrived shortly after the story was finished. Both had bags filled with consumables in both hands. Taurus hooted from across the room “Uwu, y’all look like a couple, walking in with your groceries.”

Uhris breathed heavily through his nose, what Tygeria believed was called a “snort.” “If I was Jason maybe we’d be a couple.” At that comment Jason started coughing and Enara’s face grew red. Perhaps, Tygeria thought, this has something to do with them ‘liking’ each other.

“Anyway, we’re going to get started on lunch. Y’all just sit tight. Also Tygeria you should be able to eat this, we got food that’s edible for you too.” She clicked her thanks.

It was very considerate that the humans would use sustenance that she would be able to ingest as well. She was, however, concerned. Among her kind she was known to have rather specific preferences. However she couldn’t risk offending the humans by not eating any sustenance they prepared. But as they worked in the kitchen, her olfactory senses began to tingle. The smells of whatever it was they were making piqued her curiosity. How could one prepare food so that it would have such a smell? Was this some form of communication between human. Perhaps it was just a byproduct of whatever processes they were using to prepare the sustenance.

She peered over to see both Uhris and Enara moving efficiently through the kitchen, handing each others utensils and ingredients as they worked. Occasionally one of them would take a small utensil and taste some of the sustenance, then make a small adjustment to the ratios of ingredients. Sometimes they would ask each others opinions or hand something off to the other. Tygeria was astonished at the ease with which they hurried through their movements. Uhris placed his creation in the heating unit and turned to the rest of them. “Alright, so this should take just a few minutes to bake, and then we’ll be good to go.”

Taurus set out dishes for everyone to eat on, except for Drerzii, who had declined on account of his metabolic processes not being in service for the time being. Once Uhris had deemed the time to be right, he carefully pulled the sustenance from the heating chamber and placed it upon the table. Enara came from the kitchen and placed what she had prepared next to Uhris’. “Just wait for it to cool down and then go ahead and dig in.”

With a laugh Jason raised his hand, “So what exactly is it that we’re eating.”

Uhris bared his teeth, then quickly changed his expression to be less frightening for Tygeria and Drerzii. “What we have here is a magherita flatbread, made completely by hand, with non-native ingredients. I subbed uthara for tomatoes for both the garnish and the sauce, and used tehari cream instead of cheese. And the crust is, actually I don’t know what it is, it just said it could be substituted on my holotablet. But Enara, tell them what you made.”

“What we have here is a fruit salad, also made with ‘non-native’ ingredients, as Uhri put it. And I put in some of the spices they had at the compound for some added flavor.”

Jason laughed, “So basically we’re having alien pizza and alien fruit salad? This is really gonna be the test guys.” With that he took out the first section of the ‘flatbread’ and took a bite. His eyes opened wide and he made a sound deep in his throat. With a mouth full of food he said, “Oh yeah, thish ish the sh*t you guys.”

What exactly that meant, Tygeria wasn’t sure, but the rest of the humans began consuming the sustenance, and so Tygeria took one of the squares and took a bite of it herself. Her carapace tingled with delight. The flavors burst in her mouth, sweet and salty combining perfectly. She hummed with delight, this was beyond what she would have imagined the humans to be capable of. She then took a portion of the ‘fruit salad’ and ate some of that as well. It complimented the flatbread in a way that she didn’t know was even possible. She quickly secured another few servings, making sure she would have enough for later on. She would have to savor the taste whenever she had the chance. But she couldn’t help but to hum even more as she continued to feed on it.

“Well it looks like we have one very happy customer.” Uhri said.

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The rest of the day the group simply stayed indoors and talked about a myriad of subjects. Enara’s skill in the kitchen had come about simply because she liked to cook as a past time. It was, as she said, “A pleasure to see my work put smiles on faces. And even better if I can make the food healthy.” Uhri had apparently worked in his family’s business of making food for special events, something called catering, and had picked up his skills from his years helping around the kitchen. He volunteered to make another meal for dinner, but before he could start Anne stopped him.

She stepped into the kitchen and turned to him “It’s been a while since I’ve made anything for anyone else, but I’d like to try to make something for you guys.”

Uhri shrugged, “Knock yourself out.” Tygeria was startled by this. Why would Anne hit herself so hard as to knock her unconscious? She was about to raise her concern when Uhri spoke, “I didn’t mean it literally. It’s a human saying, kind of like good luck, or go right ahead.”

She hummed her acknowledgement, but was still confused as to why anyone would say this.

Taurus paused, “Wait Anne, I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well I did live by myself for two years in college. And I got sick of instant ramen after the first semester, so I had to learn.”

This made sense to Tygeria, humans apparently had to fend for themselves once they reached a certain age. Their parents would assist but for the most part they were on their own. Next to her Drerzii trumpeted with delight. “Why, Tygeria I have been fastidiously taking notes of this whole occasion, and I would like to mull over them with you later. We can see what our thoughts are, but this entire time has been so enlightening.”

A few short minutes later Anne huffed out of the kitchen a steaming platter in her hands. The smell coming from it was just as strong as the one coming from the earlier dishes, but not quite so delectable in nature. Anne plopped it down in the middle of the table and introduced the dish. “It’s a bean casserole, or at least as close as I could get to one with what we have.”

Jason was again the first one to take a bite. He slowly pulled his utensil out of his mouth. Anne beamed, “So, what do you think?”

Jason shook slightly, “It’s definitely something else. You’ve got a real flavor there I’ll tell you that.” He timidly placed another portion in his mouth, shutting his eyes as he did so.

The others began to eat, and had similar reactions. Slow, and usually taking a drink of water after every bite they had. It was a completely different reaction to what they had before. Before she could take a bite, Drerzii whispered in her ear, “Tell me what it tastes like.”

So she put a large portion on her plate, and another large portion in her mouth. If it was anything like the bliss she had tasted earlier she would have to start eating the humans food more often. Unfortunately, it was nothing like what she had eaten earlier. It was as if whatever the flavor was meant to be had become evil and was attacking her mouth. And the way it felt, it was incredibly dry, parching her mouth. She quickly grabbed a cup of water and downed it, trying to suppress the taste and texture. She turned to Drerzii and spoke quietly, not wanting to offend Anne, “It’s awful. I would not recommend trying it.” She looked back to see Anne staring directly at her. Her predatory hearing must have heard Tygeria’s report.

“Is it actually that bad? I know I might have fudged some of the spices, but was it actually that bad?”

Tygeria started to panic. How could she tell the human that it was possibly the worst thing she had ever tasted? Humans were easily offended when it came to things they made themselves. It wouldn’t do for her to insult the food. But she could thing of no other honest alternative. Right as she was about to confirm, Taurus spoke. “To be honest Anne, it’s not great. It’s pretty dry and you overdid it with the flavoring. But trust me it’s not as bad as my grandmothers cooking. That was a culinary nightmare. I can at least eat this.”

Anne nodded, liquid gathering at the bottoms of her eyes. Tygeria tilted her head, she had heard that liquid spilled from humans eyes when they got emotional, and the action even had a name. So she asked, “Are you going to cry?”

Instantly Anne stood straight, and shook her head. “Throw the food away. I’ll just go out and grab something pre-made.” With that she dashed out the door.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I mean, yeah, you aren’t really supposed to ask people if they’re going to cry.” Taurus said, “But at least we don’t have to finish the food. God it was disgusting, I thought I was going to throw up.”

Enara struck him on the shoulder. “Don’t say that, she tried her best.”

“I mean am I wrong?”

Enara raised her hand as if to cuff him again, but slowly let her arm down. “No, not really, it was pretty terrible. I’m going to go find her, but let’s do try to cheer her up when she comes back.” And with that Enara rose and left the room. As soon as she had Uhris spat out a slimy, semi-chewed portion of the food. “That shit was nasty, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow.”

Tygeria wondered how any human could take the risk of attempting to prepare sustenance of the potential for disaster was this, this massacre of the tastebuds.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans and aliens #humans are space orcs #humans in space #humans are space australians #humans #space #Aliens #space story #humans are crazy

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halfway-happyyy · 4 years

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Bright Eyes

AN: hello friends! this is a little something i came up with using this lovely moodboard by the ever-talented @flowers-in-your-hayr . this is also in celebration of her hitting 650+ followers! congratulations my dear, you are a light and deserve all of the love.

warnings: this piece is under the cut because it delves heavily into pregnancy and babies!

The changes were somewhat slow to note in the beginning.

There had been intense morning sickness throughout the first trimester; nausea on a level she had never fathomed before. It had been so terrible that some days the only task she could muster successfully was peeling herself from her duvet to stand beneath a near-scalding shower, arms braced against the glossy, tiled walls and chest heaving under the duress of the waves roiling deep in her belly.

Sleep, when she could come by it, was an absolute reprieve that came fast and all-consuming for her.

And then one morning- a couple of weeks shy of her third trimester, she had been standing naked and dripping in front of the fogged mirror in their on-suite washroom, when she noticed as if for the first time, the burgeoning bump of her belly. She watched the rounded curve of the life form growing inside of her with a hungry, fascinated gaze.

“Good morning baby,” Alexander had appeared behind her suddenly, his warm hands reaching around her front to caress the growing bump. He dropped to his knees to press a series of tender kisses to the taut skin there. “You be kind to your mama today, hm? She's been having a bit of a rough go of it lately…” Rising to stand, he reached for the stick of Shea butter balm, removed the cap, and began to roll it over her stomach in soothing circles. She had grown self-conscious of the opaque lines that had started to grow on her belly in the months leading up to their child's birth but he remained steadfast in his utter adoration and admiration for her and what her body was doing for them, regardless. “How are you feeling today, gorgeous girl?”

She had considered the question carefully; mulled over each possible answer in her mind and sighed softly, opting for the truth. “I'm tired today, Alex.” And she was. She had known that they were approaching the tail-end of this whirlwind adventure. Knew that in the next few months their baby would be earth-side with them, knew in her heart how quickly time would pass until then.

He smiled down at her, his azure blue eyes glassy and utterly empathetic. “I'm sure you are. I have two meetings in the city today, and then I'm all yours for the next couple of weeks. What do you say we grab dinner out tonight?”

A small sigh of relief before her lips curved up into a half smile. “I'd say you got yourself a date, Skarsgård.”

And then there was the moment she had woken up from a dead sleep three weeks before she gave birth. A slick sheen of perspiration covered every square inch of her body as she fought for a proper breath, and Alexander- bless his heart, in his sleep-heavy state had assumed that this was it. He had leapt out of bed, hand poised around the leather handle of the diaper bag next to his night side table. It, of course, wasn't it- rather she had been the victim of a nightmare of such terror that she could not begin to explain, or quantify, but that had shaken her to her very core. She was gripped with a fear the likes of which she had never felt before or since. It was a palpable, ugly thing that sidled itself inside her chest and caused tears to rush in rivers down her cheeks. All Alexander could do was hold her tight and rock her until the heaving stopped, the seemingly bottomless well of saltwater behind her eyes dry for the time being.

“What on earth is going on, kid?”

She had taken a deep breath, her eyes felt as if someone had dried them with sheets of sandpaper. “I'm scared, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue and held her ever tighter to his chest. “Of course you are. Of course you are. That's completely normal, my love.”

She trembled violently beneath him. “I need to feel like I'm not going to fuck this child up somehow… I need to know I'm going to be okay at this.”

Alexander pressed his lips to her temple, his warm breath as it fanned out over her face helped to quell her panic somewhat. “You're going to be okay at this,” He rubbed reassuring circles into the small of her back. “We're going to be okay at this. Together. We're going to make mistakes- that's a given. But there’s no way this child won't know love. Because it lives right here with us.”

One Monday morning, about a week prior to giving birth, she had found herself admiring the finishing touches to their nursery. A wooden rocking chair- possibly her most favourite part of the room, stood unsuspecting in the corner next to the open window. It was cracked to help the heady scent of fresh paint dissipate and she held her arms a little tighter to herself to ward off the early morning May breeze. A brand-new bookshelf was already chockful with material- titles ranging anywhere from The Very Hungry Caterpillar, to Where the Wild Things Are, to The Little Book of Fika- stood next to the rocking chair. Adorning the top of the shelf were photographs from their maternity shoot, some framed sonograms and a bear-shaped lamp. The walls had been washed in a soft beige, with Alexander insisting on some kind of fun decal- a tall tree and a rainbow helped to spruce up the adjacent accent wall. The whimsical plush animals of their baby’s mobile swayed gently in the breeze and she smiled to herself again. Reaching for the radio next to the crib, she flicked it on and braced herself against the wooden railing to stretch. Everybody Wants to Rule the World had come on and she dropped her head back and began to dance to the calming sway of the song. Regrettably, she hadn’t done much of it all during her pregnancy, but it felt necessary and wonderful to be as connected as possible to the little light inside of her before they were separated for good.

“Whatcha doing there, mama?”

Not noticing her sudden company until he had made himself known, she splayed her hands around her bump and beamed up at Alexander from his perch in the doorway. “I’m dancing this baby out, papa.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her smile grew tenfold. “We’d love that.”

Alexander closed the short distance and wrapped himself around her; the velvet-soft rust coloured sweater that he had chosen for the day reminded her of the miniscule onesie tucked away in the dresser a few feet away. She leaned into his touch, letting his embrace warm the pair of them wholly. “Are you ready?” She murmured, after a while.

“Not even remotely,” He confirmed. “But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

Their baby girl arrived early in the morning of the twenty-first of May. At about six pounds thirteen ounces, she was almost incomprehensively small but easily the most beautiful creature they had ever laid eyes on. She fit nearly perfectly in the palm of Alexander’s hands and came complete with ten miniscule fingers and toes. Her eyes, when they were open, were a breathtaking hue of blue- one of the countless things her papa had bestowed her. A name had been elusive to them until they were in the comfort of their own home, her tiny frame swallowed up by an expert swaddle, and tucked easily inside the crook of Alexander’s forearm. “Well, what do you think kid?” He peered down at her, his eyes tired, but alight with a fire she had become familiar with in the days after their baby's arrival.

“I think it’s a beautiful name, Alex.”

He cleared his throat and blinked back a couple of tears as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter. “Welcome to the world, Maja Elizabeth Skarsgård. We love you endlessly already.”

And he had been right all along, of course.

It was never going to be easy and sleep was never going to be readily available again. They were going to screw up somewhere down the line. But to be blissfully hopeful for the future and for their family was easy- because love lived there.

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It’s You

Pairing: Changkyun and Reader

Group: Monsta X

Word Count: 7,433

Genre/Rating: Valentine’s Day AU - Quarantine AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Fluff - Angst - PG-13

Overview: The last thing you planned to do was celebrate Valentine’s Day. Being single on a holiday that glorified love, especially during a pandemic, was the perfect sign to stay at home to guarantee avoiding having a broken heart. Especially when Changkyun, the one who held it, seemed to have plans of his own.

Warning: Mention of past unrequited love and having a broken heart - swearing -

A/N: Happy - early - Valentine’s Day sweet peas! And yes, Changkyun from Monsta X was the winner of the “Who Do You Want to Spend Valentine’s day With,” and I had so much fun working on this piece. I’m personally not a fan of the holiday - for reasons you’ll read below - but I hope that those of y’all who do celebrate have a happy Valentine’s day, and I hope that y’all enjoy this piece and get all the chocolate that you want this year!

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“Are you okay?”

Glancing over at the cell phone that was propped up on the dresser, you raised an eyebrow at the black screen. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You do know what day it is, right?”

Fingers pausing, you pressed your lips together, staring down at the button of the black jeans you had been in the middle of putting on. You had known what day it was when you went to turn off the alarm that had set for that morning. It had been painfully obvious, and as the pre-recorded song of birds chirping increased in volume, you had stared at the date for longer than you normally do.

February fourteenth.

Valentine’s Day.

“I’ve only been awake for an hour,” you said, stepping towards the closet for a shirt. It had been a miracle that Changkyun had called instead of his preferred method of randomly video calling. While it was true, you had been up for an hour, you had only started moving about to get on with the day about five minutes ago. And currently you were only wearing pants and a black lacy bra. Although, knowing him, he wouldn’t have complained.

There was rustling on his end and the clinking of a spoon hitting a glass. “I know, but I just wanted to make sure. You seemed pretty upset the other day.”

“It’s not that I’m upset…” You slipped your head through the hole of a black smocked square blouse with red flowers printed on it, adjusting the top so it sat properly. “I just...don’t like the holiday.”

Which was putting it mildly. It was more than a dislike, but as you went to look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any tags sticking out, you silently thanked him for calling. You never hated Valentine’s Day. At its core, it was rather a sweet concept, one that year after year, a part of you hoped that maybe you’d be able to have someone to enjoy the holiday with. But after years of being single on the most romantic day, and having it ruined by dates turned sour, more often than not a dark cloud hovered overhead while you tried to simply get through the day.

You tried to find some spin on it to turn it around. Starting tomorrow and for the next week, chocolate was going to be anywhere from fifty to seventy-percent off. Sales were always fantastic no matter what the reason was. There were only so many chocolate hearts that you were capable of eating though.

“Why are you calling so early?” You said, turning the conversation back to him. It made sense why you were up – even on a Sunday there was always work to be done – for him to be awake before noon, that caused a bit of worry.

“Ah,” there was a thump that echoed on the call like he had dropped his phone, his voice sounding distant. “I have some things to get done today.”

“Yeah, but it’s nine in the morning. I thought you weren’t even coherent before noon.”

Changkyun forced out a laugh and you lightly smiled, gathering your hair into a bun before carrying him into the kitchen. Even though it was a simple phone call and was a bit distorted, it did nothing to dull the fluttering going on by the butterflies in your stomach. His lazy grin came to mind, and only ten minutes into the hour and you were smiling like a fool while stirring your coffee.

That was another reason why you weren’t entirely fond of the holiday. The entire day was dedicated to love, to telling someone that you love them, and here you were, having fallen for your friend and yet you refused to tell him. It was hard to pinpoint when these feelings began, but it was possible that they had been growing since the day you two met.

There was no doubt that you were a workaholic, always feeling weird if you bummed around for more than a few hours, so it made sense that on the rare day off that you took, something had to crash it. You had been indulging in some binge watching of your precious Inuyasha when your phone lit up with an incoming video call from Messenger. Immediately you had been hesitant. None of your friends ever video messaged you since unlike them, your cell was an android.

You hadn’t planned to answer him. Not only did you not recognize the name, or his picture - despite how attractive he appeared - but you didn’t normally answer requests from strangers. With that in mind and mildly annoyed in having to pause the episode, you were ready to hit decline and be on with the day. Except, you were a dumb ass, and hit accept by accident.

Turns out he had meant to call someone else and had been equally shocked when you answered. In fact, he had been less than classy upon seeing you in instead of his friend, the words, ‘oh, fuck me,’ slipping out before he could stop himself.

In normal circumstances, you might have rolled your eyes, or told him to go fuck himself, but it had been six months into the pandemic and he was the first new person that you had met in a while.

“I don’t usually fuck strangers,” you had said instead, not missing the way his eyebrow rose and how his mouth curled upwards in a smile. “But if you wanna buy me a grinder and have it delivered to my place; I might eventually be persuaded.”

There had been a tense moment, but when he let out a breathless chuckle, somehow you knew that you were in the safe zone. Turns out, the two of you had a friend in common who he had meant to call, but he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and accidentally clicked on your profile. The call only lasted for a few more minutes before Changkyun apologized and with an awkward wave, ended it. You stared at his profile picture and next thing you knew, you were scrolling through his pictures, oohing upon finding an old one of him with silver hair and an eyebrow piercing.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at your door and after slipping on a mask, you were greeted with a delivery man that looked no older than sixteen, announcing that he had a grinder for you. Before you could say that you hadn’t ordered anything, he promised that it had already been paid for, tip included. Not one to turn down free food, you accepted it, and saw the note that was taped to the paper bag.

I’m not a weirdo I promise. Jooheon passed along your address, and I’m not about to let someone go hungry. From, a friendly stranger who hit the wrong button.

There was no second guessing on your part. You pulled his profile back up and hit the video button, only having to wait a few seconds before his face filled the screen, locks of black hair falling across his forehead as he ruffled it up.

“Did you seriously send me a grinder?”

“You sounded hungry.”

There was a brief pause, and suddenly you were giggling, shoulders shaking as you sat down on a chair, his own deep chuckles joining in not long after. It was odd, but after that – and after confirming with Jooheon to make sure he wasn’t a creep, which you were assured he wasn’t – the two of you fell into the habit of video chatting. Some days there was nothing to say. With the pandemic raging on and everything closed, it was nice to have someone simply be there after all this time.

Fast forward five months later, the pandemic had only grown worse, and not only had Changkyun proven to be a good friend, but he managed to worm his way into your heart.

“What about you,” Changkyun suddenly asked. “You’re not actually working today, are you? Forget the holiday, it’s Sunday.”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to the bedroom with the black coffee in one hand, and him in the other. “Not all day. I have a few graphics that I want to finish up or it’ll bug me. Should only take a few hours to do.”

“Only a few hours,” he teased. “I’m willing to bet you’ll still be working tonight.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Not.”

His end grew silent, and he suddenly cleared his throat. “We’ll see about that.”

There was something about that sentence that stopped you from entering the password to your computer. Glancing away from the screen, you stared at Changkyun’s picture, wondering why his voice had softened when he had said that, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“What is it that you have to do?” You found yourself asking him again, not looking at the keys as you logged into your laptop, the bleeding hearts screensaver appearing as the icons loaded one by one.

“Just some…stuff. I’ll probably be off my phone most of the day.”

“Oh.”

With the amount of phone calls and video chats the two of you had, it had become normal to hear from him a couple times throughout the day. The text chat was filled with various memes, emojis, and conversations that ranged from how much is too much fabric softener? - all the way to late night conversations involving stories about crazy exes, to insecurities, dreams you’ve always wanted to do, and whether or not the world would ever go back to the normal that you both had known prior to March 2020.

Wetting your lips, you leaned back against the desk chair and cradled the mug in both hands. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing,” you said, keeping your voice light so he wouldn’t notice the shift in your mood.

It was suddenly so obvious why he wasn’t saying what he had to do. With the holiday approaching, Changkyun had asked if you had any plans for how to spend the day, and with that came your explanation for why you weren’t overly fond of this particular day. The blind dates that ended terribly and being single had been part of the reason why, but there was one particular instance from the past that was determined to ruin Valentines every year for you.

In all the years, there was one person that you had confessed to on Valentines. Jungkook was someone you considered a friend, but you had only told him the truth to get him to shut up about his girlfriend. Up until that afternoon she had been the ex that, from your understanding, despised being in the same room as him anymore. According to him, she showed up at his place with the usual, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘let’s try again,’ and somehow that all managed to lead to wild and hot passionate sex that was, ‘insanely good.’

If only that had been it.

Whether Jungkook got caught up in reliving the moment and forgot who he was talking to, he gave you a play by play of their reunion. From the way she arrived at his door, to the way she felt around him, he told every detail all while you were on the other end of the phone, fingers twisted and tugging at your hair as you sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom. On all the days, the last thing you wanted to hear was your crush talking about having to move to the living room because his bedroom reeked from all their fucking.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, thank god, but you hadn’t been able to grieve because in the other room mom’s voice could be heard as she talked about her day at work. Instead, you forced back the tears and it took everything to not break down when she smiled and handed you an orange teddy bear holding a red heart that said I love you, along with a bag of Lindt chocolates. She was unaware, and while everyone slept, you buried your face into a couple pillows to muffle the sounds of your crying. You were only eighteen and yet you swore your heart collapsed in on itself before exploding into a million glass shards.

“That fucking dick,” Changkyun had said when you told him.

The screen had been bright as the two of you video chatted, and you rubbed your eyes, tired but not ready to go to sleep. He had been doing the rounds of locking up and shutting off the lights while you spoke, only wearing a thin pair black and blue flannel pants. At least he held the phone pretty leveled so you weren’t forced to stare at his torso, but there had been several times where you found your gaze lingering on his muscular body.

“I mean,” you ran a hand through your hair, shrugging as he looked back at you. “It happens to everyone.”

Changkyun frowned though. “No,” he said, his voice gentle but firm at the same time. “No, it doesn’t. And that shouldn’t have happened to you.”

Blinking, you forced the memory away, shifting in your seat to get comfortable once again. Just because you didn’t enjoy the holiday, or didn’t have anyone to spend it with, didn’t mean that was the case with Changkyun. Why else would he be reluctant to say what his plans were? He was probably just being nice and didn’t want to appear like he was rubbing salt into an old wound that refused to heal.

“Hey,” Changkyun’s voice softened again, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, you wished that he was here, in the apartment with you for him to hold you. “It’s still early in the morning. For all you know, there’s a Mr. Right, who’s going to stumble into your path today.”

You scoffed, the clicking of your mouse echoing in the bedroom. “I mean, I don’t have plans to go out.”

“Surprises can happen you know.”

“Alright Changkyun,” now that the internet was up, you glanced back at the phone. “I gotta get to work. Stay safe out there.”

“Always am. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

There was a pause, and when you looked back over, the call was still going. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for either of you to leave it going while doing work, the silence was never awkward, it was more comforting than anything, but this time there was a sense of something being left un–

“You look pretty today,” Changkyun said suddenly.

Blinking, your fingers tightened around the mouse as your heart raced. “What? You can’t even see me Changkyun.”

“So?”

“I could be wearing my pajamas for all you know,” your voice faltered, and despite the constriction of wearing jeans, you pulled your legs up on to the chair to hug them to your chest.

“I’ve already seen you in your pajamas,” he joked. “You’re still pretty though.”

He was smiling. You knew for certain that he was, and that made your palms turn clammy, forcing you to wipe them against the pant leg.

“Maybe I’m not, wearing clothes?” Internally you slapped yourself, instantly regretting those words, and perhaps your entire existence at this point. It was still early. Instead of work, maybe you could possibly bury yourself under all the blankets and never answer his phone calls again.

Hearing shuffling coming from the phone, you pressed your lips together, not entirely sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you trying to keep me from my plans today?” His voice deepened and if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down, you were certain that you’d be on the floor.

“No, I’m just stupid,” you blurted out, slamming your hand over your mouth.

Changkyun chuckled, and suddenly the phone seemed closer to him because his voice became clearer. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

Oh god. No. It was absolutely the other way around. He was the one who had the advantage on his side, between the lip bites and the selfies he sent that captured his jawline that was perfect to cut glass with. Whether it was his godly features, or when the two of you were video chatting and he rolled onto his stomach and face planted himself into the pillow, you fell for him every time.

“Know what?” You rushed to say, ignoring his laughter. “I have work and you have things to do. Stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

There was no hesitation. This time you slammed your finger on the end call button and for extra measure, tossed it away and on the bed, letting it disappear among the sea of messy blankets.

Shakily sighing, you slid further down in the chair as the edge of the desk pinned your legs to your chest to keep from falling to the ground. He had never said anything like that before. Sure, there were times where he’d see you do something or when you’d ramble on about a show or work, he’d might say cute, but that always felt like an afterthought.

“Damn it Changkyun,” you said, glaring at where you had thrown the phone and hating the fact that his words kept circling around your mind, making you feel incredibly warmer than you had been ten minutes earlier. Hating that while he was probably going to be on a date with some pretty girl who was worth his time, you were at home, working on a Sunday, wishing that the guy you hadn’t even met in person was here and telling you that in-between kisses.

You ran a hand over your face with a groan, fingers of course getting caught in the bun briefly as you sat up. There was work to be done, and with a click of the mouse, the programs you needed quickly opened up. It was fairly easy, and if you focused, would only take an hour, maybe even less to get done. But with Changkyun on the brain, all you wanted to do was curl back up under the messy blankets and daydream about him. About what it would be like to hug him, to hear his voice in person, and perhaps, spend a Valentine’s day with someone who wouldn’t let you down.

That wasn’t going to happen though. It was a daydream and nothing more.

Lacing your fingers together, you quickly turned them inward, groaning in satisfaction at the loud crack that emitted from the joints. Outside the window that the desk was placed in front of, the sun had already begun its descent for the night. The sky was painted in splashes of orange with lazy clouds slipping in, the remaining bits of blue falling steadily behind.

Despite what Changkyun had predicted, he was only partially correct. With him swimming freely in your mind, you had been distracted, lost in a hazy daydream that made it impossible to focus on the graphics that you were trying to finish up. More often than not you stepped away from the desk, feet guiding you to the other room or in small twirls with the faintest lovesick smile. It was impossible to get anything done. So, you said fuck it. It was Sunday after all, and you weren’t expected to have those scheduled to be posted for a few days. Where was the harm in having one day to yourself? One with no work whatsoever to stress you out?

With work out of the way and having no other plans, another cup of coffee had been made and in the spirit of the holiday, your gaze had lingered on the makeup that sat on the dresser. Most of it had gone unused as the weeks melted into months. Tubes of lipstick and eye shadow palettes once loved had been forgotten about, and as you recalled, the brushes that you typically forgot to clean had been washed out of pure boredom. It was with new motivation that you grabbed a majority of the collection and hopped onto the counter in the bathroom, music playing from a playlist filled with songs from your younger years that held nostalgia, and simply played around with the colors.

By the time you were done, an hour had gone by, and you gained two cut creases with glitter, contoured cheeks, painted your lips, and looked like you were ready to go out for a date out in the city to be wined and dined. Instead, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen with plans to see what frozen meal the freezer had to offer. If anything, it had the bare bones of a date. The location? Your couch. The hot leading man? Most likely the main character from whatever show you finally decided on after you gave a good scroll through Netflix. All you needed was utter disappointment and it could be considered a success.

You were torn between making the decision for frozen lasagna or chicken Alfredo, but a sudden and loud knock at the door stopped you. Eyebrows pulling in confusion, you carefully set the food on the counter, taking a moment to slip on the mask that you left hanging on the doorknob for situations like this. Not that they occurred often. With the exception of having food delivered, once the world realized that this pandemic wasn’t just a simple flu and doctors encouraged people to stay home, you hadn’t invited anyone over. It was lonely, and you missed your friends and family greatly, but this wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, opening the door once the fabric mask was securely on. “I think you might have the wrong…”

And you stopped. Stopped talking and stared. Stared at the man leaning against your door frame, wearing a black as ink suit jacket, a pristine white button up shirt was tucked into matching black pants, with the top several buttons undone to reveal a tanned and toned chest that you knew he took pride in considering all the gym selfies he sent. The black fabric mask he wore hid most of his face, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled together.

“I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” Changkyun said, his deep voice sounding better in real life than you had expected, and dreamed of.

He pushed off of the frame and it was then that you noticed the things in his hands. In the left, was a plastic bag stuffed with packaged containers, and in the right…in his right wrapped in pink tissue paper was a bouquet of red and pink carnations with babies’ breath mixed in. There had to be at least a dozen, perhaps a baker’s dozen, if not a few extra.

There were no words. After all the books you consumed to pass the time, articles you searched for work, and even countless texts sent to friends, everything escaped you at that very moment because he was here. He was actually here and standing in front of you.

“I know you said you haven’t had anyone over since this started. But I got tested a couple days ago, came back negative, and we’ve both been working from home this entire time so if you want…” Changkyun lifted the bag he held into view and this time, you could see that even though it was triple bagged, you were able to make a red dragon printed on the cartons. “I have Chinese food, and I’m willing to bet that Netflix has something for us to watch. If you’re not comfortable though that’s fine. I have plenty of food that we can—”

Except he didn’t get to finish what he was saying before you tugged him into the apartment by his arm. Immediately, your arms wound their way around his waist and you pressed your face into his chest, tightly hugging him.

“It’s you,” you said, feeling his right arm carefully rest on your back to hold you close, all while being mindful of the flowers that he was carrying.

There was a soft chuckle from above as he laid his head on top of yours. “It’s good to finally see you too.”

Smiling, your arms tightened around him once more before you stepped backwards, letting him enter the apartment completely. “You didn’t have to bring flowers you know.”

“And show up empty handed?”

You gestured towards the table for him to set the food down, taking the flowers and going to the sink. “You bought Chinese food. That more than would have made up for no flowers.” But while the vase filled with water and you trimmed the stems, gently adding them in one by one, there was a warmth spreading within your chest that came right from the heart, even more so when he chuckled. The only people to ever buy you flowers on Valentine’s day were your parents.

Like always, the silence that followed felt natural. The only difference was that you were aware that Changkyun was moving around in the kitchen with you, getting plates and silverware out without having to ask where things were because he had seen you do the same thing countless times before while video chatting. You just never thought he was actually paying attention.

When they were all in the vase, you tossed the ends in the trash and turned around, only to see that once again, he was watching you.

“Why are you staring?”

Changkyun shrugged, running a hand through his hair as the black locks fell right back into his eyes. “I was right.”

Tilting your head, you walked over to the table and set the vase in the center. You were already so close to him, but he leaned his head down, the black fabric of his mask brushing against the top of your ear.

“That you look pretty,” he said softly. “And it’s not because of the makeup. I had a feeling you might dress up today; you look beautiful.”

The air that you had been breathing was instantly stolen, and when you made the mistake of looking up at him, you realized just how close the two of you were. If it weren’t for the masks you both wore…

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, trying to not glance at where his lips would be. “You’re a lot taller than messenger video makes you out to be.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Straightening up, Changkyun slipped his suit jacket off and set it on the back of a chair to undo the buttons on his cuffs, taking the time to roll each sleeve up to his elbows. “You’re meaner in person.”

Good god. You knew that he worked out, but damn. Maybe not for the first couple weeks, eventually Changkyun fell into the habit of sending selfies while he was working out at the gym. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but seeing his tanned arms and the white sleeve making its way up to his elbow, it sparked the butterflies and gave them a newfound fluttering energy.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Not thinking of it, you reached up to unhook the elastic from around your ears, removing the mask and setting it back on the counter. With a glance up at him, you saw him raise an eyebrow before he mimicked your movements to take off his own mask, revealing the jaw that tempted your daydreams in more ways than you wished.

He smiled, and you handed him his plate and together, the two of you fixed up heaping plates of Chinese food, using the concept of needing to eat to distract yourself. Everything was still hot and as you settled on the couch, steam curled its way up into the air.

“Were you able to get your secret plans done today?” You asked, glancing over at him while Netflix loaded up on the TV screen.

“Why are you so interested in what I had to do?” He was focused on the dumpling that he held with the chopsticks, not meeting your gaze at all.

It wasn’t that you meant to be focused on that. But he had acted so suspicious on the phone earlier, and now he was here, having dinner in your apartment with enough Chinese food to cost a small fortune, along with sixteen carnations – yes, you counted while cutting them – on Valentine’s Day. There had been no warning, and as much as you wanted to believe that he was here for more than a friendly drop in, the idea of him having been on a date earlier in the day and was here to talk about it, about the possible other girl, killed the butterflies. You had already been through this once, you didn’t want to go through it again. Not with him.

Scrolling through the list of suggestions, you didn’t notice Changkyun looking over at you, or the way his face softened. His fingers tightened around the chopsticks and he leaned back against the cushion.

“What’s that one about?” He nodded towards one of the movies that was in the watch again section.

You raised an eyebrow, scrolling over to it. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never seen Love Actually?”

“If I did, would I have asked what it’s about?”

Unable to stop yourself, an undignified sound escaped you as you wildly gestured with the remote. “How? It’s like the sweetest romance, Christmas movie ever. They play it every year. It even has Liam Neeson, the man promising to find and kill everyone, as a sweet dad who doesn’t kill anyone! That alone is a true Christmas miracle by itself.”

The thought of him being with someone else dissipated at the sound of his laughter. Even caught up in the excitement of this particular movie, you couldn’t stop the smile that grew. No matter what, even in real life or over video, you always found yourself grinning the second he laughed or smiled. He was without a doubt contagious, in the best way possible.

“What are you waiting for?” He said, gesturing towards the screen with the chopsticks, shoulders relaxing at the sight of your smile and apparent joy for the film. One that he had in fact, seen a few times over the years. “Press play.”

There was no hesitation. You were determined to culture him in what you deemed to be a classic in romance films. So, as you comfortably settled in, belly growing full of warm and delicious food, you once again missed Changkyun’s wide smile. It was the kind of grin that no matter what he did, or how serious he tried to be, simply wouldn’t go away.

The empty dinner plates sat long forgotten about on the coffee table as another movie played, this one involving an action pack fight scene with aliens in New York City. Hours had passed since Changkyun arrived at your door, and despite it growing late and Valentine’s Day was nearing its end, his polished shoes were unlaced and tossed on the floor. A wine bottle had been opened up, and you sat much closer to him to share a blanket with him. You were blaming it on the wine for being so bold because when he stretched an arm on the back of the couch, you didn’t think twice about gently leaning your head against it.

You couldn’t even really blame it on the wine. It was the first glass for both of you, and you were a slow drinker, so you were as sober as a newborn lamb at the moment.

It was just like when the two of you would video chat with the same movie on, but so much better. Having him here, you were noticing the smallest things that you’d miss when on the phone. At the base of his neck was a small mole that you never realized he had, or that he was wearing two thin silver chains – a pair that, now that you thought about it, he never went without. Behind you, he’d occasionally rub his fingers together and the metal of his bracelet would lightly clink against itself. With the few glances that you stole, his attention was solely on the movie and his jaw appeared to be pressed together.

Feeling a sudden weight, you turned to see him settling his arm around your shoulders. His wrist was now hanging over your arm, and it took all your willpower to not reach up with a free hand to lace your fingers loosely with his. When you glanced back up at him, he was in mid sip of his wine, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Shit. This was not helping the butterflies that seemed to have multiplied since his arrival.

Changkyun raised an eyebrow when he lowered his glass, softly humming in question, but you only shook your head and focused back on the movie. Except, now you were hyper aware that he was looking at you this time.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, his thumb and fingers lightly rubbing against your arm.

That was another thing. His voice was deep. In the calls, the phone occasionally cracked and had made it seem lighter, but it appeared to be just the opposite. He was blessed with a voice that was able to drop lower than a bass, sending your insides to mush when he spoke. It was the type of voice that was destined to recite poetry and old sonnets, to hold three in the morning conversations that went wherever and everywhere. When he called your name, it never failed to send tingles running the length of your body. It was his voice, and you knew that you’d never grow tired of hearing him talk.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” you said, leaning your head back, his arm comfortable and warm as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his gaze for a few seconds.

His fingers didn’t stop. The gentle caress, a small reassurance that he was in fact here and this wasn’t your imagination, made it harder to stay where you sat instead of curling into his side like you wanted.

“Thinking about what?”

Letting out a breathless scoff, you tilted your head towards him. Changkyun was a sight to see and you knew that if this was the only time you got to spend with him in person, you were never going to forget this moment.

Your smile softened. “That you’re actually here, after all these months of texts and video calls. You actually came here, and you’re real.”

“Did you think I was a robot or something?” Changkyun teased, but his fingers stopped moving, and that lock of hair fell back into his eyes again.

“Well, you did accidentally call me instead of Jooheon and last time I checked, we look nothing alike.” There was no thinking as you reached up and mimicked his movements to push that damn lock back, feeling how soft his hair was. It brought you a little bit closer to him and in that second, the world suddenly felt like it was no longer moving when you glanced down at his lips. Those pink lips that you wondered and dreamt about night after night, too curious for your own good on what it would be like to kiss him. Now was your chance to find out, especially when he didn’t lean back and appeared to be getting closer.

“Cookies?” You suddenly asked, leaning back to see his eyebrows start to pull together in confusion. Heart racing, you set your wine glass on the coffee table and walked around the couch to step into the kitchen. With only your back to him, you quietly let out a shaky breath. “I know I have some for us to munch on…”

Opening up a cabinet, you stretched on to your toes to search for the package of cookies that you knew were in there, mentally slapping yourself at having done that. He hadn’t backed away, hadn’t tried to stop you, in fact, if you allowed yourself to believe it, you would have recalled that he had started to lean in when you randomly brought up cookies. As much as you wanted to, the last thing you wanted was to lose your friendship.

You were pushing aside a box of crackers when his hand captured your wrist, halting your search. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of its cage when his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, and when his palm settled on a hip, it was equally as comforting as it lit a spark inside you. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to melt into his embrace.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’m here to just hang out?” He asked, his voice low as he spoke into your ear, his body stepping closer to yours.

“You’re…you’re not?” You weakly asked, nervous because you didn’t want this all to be a joke.

The idea of this being a one night only thing thanks to the holiday left an ache in your bones. You wanted more nights like this with him, wanted to hear him call out your name with that gentle smile of his over and over again. Dammit, you wanted to wake up and have the blankets be stifling hot but not care as you crawled over to his side of the bed, searching for morning cuddles because fuck the person who decided that the workday would start at eight in the morning. The only person you wanted to spend this quarantine with, to be able to touch, to be worried and even scared about all this with, was Changkyun.

Changkyun’s breath hit the back of your neck as he softly chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. “God, I thought I was being obvious. Let me try this differently.”

Still holding on to your wrist, he turned you around and once you were facing him, let go of your hand to step closer until your back was against the counter. With each breath your chest brushed against his, and when he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear, fingers brushing against your cheek, you almost forgot to breathe.

“I know you’ve always had a pretty crappy Valentine’s day,” Changkyun softly spoke. His gaze was steady with yours, and even though he was being serious, there was a softness to his features that had the corner of his mouth curling upwards. “And I thought that the best way to keep that from repeating this year, would be if you spent it with someone, who loves you.”

Who loves…oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Why he didn’t want to say what he was doing to celebrate, him calling you pretty, the food and flowers, the coaxing touches, he could have rented a billboard and put up a neon flashing sign and you probably still would have been blind.

“Changkyun,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He softly smiled as he closed the remaining space between you to rest his forehead against yours, his palms sliding along your body until he had you wrapped in a hug. “There you go, now you get it.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes out of habit. It was like him to be a smart ass during a moment like this. With that being said, the butterflies fluttered their way up to your heart, and all the daydreams that you entertained and thought nothing would come of them, now had the possibility of becoming reality.

“I love you too,” you said, running your thumb along his cheek as you watched his smile widen.

There was no hesitation, or smart ass comments this time. Instead, when his lips met yours in a kiss, your heart stopped racing. The butterflies finally calmed down and the world around you went out of focus as your fingers slid through his hair. His lips were soft, and thanks to the red wine, there was a lingering tangy sweetness that reminded you of raspberries. You found yourself becoming addicted to his taste, the kisses melting together until you lost track of how long the two of you stood there, content with doing nothing but being wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

A clock chimed out in the apartment, breaking the kiss which only served to make you pout at the loss of his lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun, who smirked before leaning down to give one more kiss, which quickly turned into two, then three.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He murmured, resting his forehead once more against yours.

“You trying to kiss and dash?”

His fingers gently pressed into your sides and you squirmed at his touch, giggling at his antics. However, he leaned his head back and sighed. “Like hell I’d do that. But you usually wake up earlier for work, and trust me, I’ll end up keeping you awake if I stay the night.”

There was no doubt about that, and to be truthful, you’d have no issue if that was the case. He was right, but as ideas turned in your mind, you shrugged. “You can’t go out driving though,” you said softly. “You were drinking.”

Changkyun frowned, head tilting as he removed a hand from your back to run through his hair. “Not even a whole glass.”

You raised an eyebrow. It took him having to say he loved you for you to understand how he felt about you despite his dine and wine attempt, and here he was, completely missing what you were suggesting. Either you were absolutely perfect for each other, or equally dense.

“Well, we also broke quarantine,” you said slowly, slipping a finger through his belt loop at the same time to bring him closer. “Isn’t the recommendation to stay at home for what, at least three days?”

He started to tilt his head, mouth opening to question what you were saying until he saw the smile growing on your face. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together before looking back at you.

“That was horrible,” Changkyun said. He slipped his arms back around you, pulling you away from the counter. His grin said otherwise. “At least I tried being romantic.”

“Well, I mean, if you really want to go back to your place by yourself…”

He didn’t let you say another word, his lips reclaiming yours again, because there was absolutely nothing that felt better than kissing you after months of dreaming what it would be like.

“Don’t go,” you softly murmured against his lips. “Not when you just got here.”

Maybe it was selfish. But you didn’t want to be alone again. Not when he had gone through so much trouble to make this night special, not when you finally knew that he felt the same way about you. After almost a year of staying inside the apartment whenever you could, of going without hugs or get togethers, being able to touch and kiss Changkyun felt like you were relearning what those were all over again. All you wanted was a few days with him.

Changkyun hummed, his arms tightening around you. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said, gazing down at you as if he had considered the same thing.

The clock that had rang out to announce the hour of a new day and that Valentine’s day was over, continued to quietly tick in the other room. The Earth continued to spin, and outside, the world was exactly how it had been this morning, full of fear, what ifs, and the unknown of a pandemic that didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

But inside that small apartment, wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, giggles and laughter filled the walls when he pulled you to the middle of the kitchen and spun you around for a late-night dance. It might not be the thing that changes the world, but for the first time, in a long time, hope began to blossom alongside the butterflies in your stomach. The memories of past Valentine’s days melted away at his kiss, until only the memory of him at your door remained.

Even when it hadn’t felt like it, love and hope had always been there. And now it was here promising lovelier days to come.

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