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To Rule Them All | Chapter 14 | A Bit of Reassurance

Pairings: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes

Chapter Warnings: super fluffy, just some nice conversations between the pairings

Word Count: 6k

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note: lots of POV switches on this one!

*Yeosang and Wooyoung*

Yeosang and Wooyoung’s playful bickering had ceased by the time they got into Yeosang’s room. Their silly little arguments never lasted for long, nor were they usually something serious. Wooyoung immediately made himself comfortable on Yeosang’s bed, slipping off his shoes and grabbing onto one of the pillows. Yeosang started going through restaurants on his phone, muttering slightly about how he should’ve had Hongjoong order food for them as well.

“Sushi?” Yeosang asked quietly. That had been the only option that remotely sounded good to him, and he knew that Wooyoung would typically go for that.

“As long as you get some onigiri.”

Yeosang smirked. It was too easy. He knew all of Wooyoung’s favorites, letting him quickly place their order. “Alright… 37 minutes. Are we still wanting to go live?”

Wooyoung didn’t sit up or open his eyes, only clutched the pillow against his chest. “Yeah, it would probably be a good idea. We haven’t done that in a while.”

Standing up from his seat in the armchair, Yeosang walked over to his bed. Wooyoung didn’t budge until his best friend ripped the pillow from his hands. He sat up in hurry, opening his eyes to glare at Yeosang.

“Are you going to tell me what your problem is with Christie?” Typically he wasn’t this direct, but the behaviors of the two of them this evening made him feel like he needed to address their conflict. He had a gut feeling that Alexis had the same question judging by the looks they exchanged when she was picking out outfits. Wooyoung and Christie were just relentlessly at one another, going far beyond teasing at this point.

Snatching the pillow back out of Yeosang’s hands, Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a problem with her. She seems to have a problem with me.”

This time it was Yeosang who rolled his eyes dramatically. “It looks like it's a mutual thing, Woo. You’re picking at her.”

“And she picks at me, so are you going to have the same conversation with her?” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at Yeosang.

Yeosang sighed. Stubborn as always. He knew he had to tread relatively lightly. There was no part of him that wanted to be between his best friend and the woman he was extremely into. Maybe he would have a conversation with Alexis and how she felt about things. Hopefully his assumption on her feelings was correct, but he didn’t think she wanted her best friend at odds with Wooyoung either.

“Maybe. But could you at least make an effort for me, AND for Alexis?”

At the mention of Alexis, Wooyoung’s steely gaze softened considerably and he began playing with the edges of the pillowcase. “Yeah, sure, Yeo.” He had more he wanted to say, but chose not to. Causing an argument over this was unnecessary, especially right now.

There was a brief silence between them. They’ve never had a conversation like this before, but they’ve also never been in a situation this complex. Something was different with all of their chosen ones, that much was true. Never had any of them been so protective over someone outside their group.

“Think Sannie is going to be able to behave himself?” Yeosang finally broke the silence.

Wooyoung relaxed back onto the pillows again, snickering slightly. “Keeping his dick in his pants? Absolutely not. Feeding somehow? He’ll be fine. We both fed last night, and neither of us had an issue when we had Alexis in the backroom in Fort Worth. I’m not going to lie though… it was different. I had a harder time keeping myself under control. We haven’t actually fed in so long. I really don’t know what would happen if we accidentally did.”

Yeosang was in thought for a moment. It had been decades since they even considered feeding in person. He also wondered what it would be like in the heat of the moment with Christie, especially with how things felt with her. But, only feeding in dreams was a part of their rules for a reason.

“Yeah. Things are…”

“Different,” Wooyoung finished the sentence for him. “And our dumbasses didn’t think to talk to Alexis about any of this beforehand.” Exasperated, he ran his fingers through his hair. “She asked me about everything today. I felt like an idiot. Warned San that the conversation was coming too just so he’d be prepared.”

Yeosang hadn’t seen him worked up like this in an extremely long time, but couldn’t help laughing at his poor friend. “You guys really didn’t think to discuss anything with her beforehand?”

Wooyoung smacked him with the pillow, a scowl lingering on his face. “And I’m sure your smartass did?”

“Absolutely I did. We talked about it before Christie got here, and actually talked about it today more in person.”

Raising his hands to deflect the subsequent hits, Yeosang continued his deep laughter. This only caused Wooyoung to become more frustrated, making each hit of the pillow more forceful. Eventually Wooyoung pinned Yeosang to the bed, straddling his chest so the poor man had no chance of escape. Finally Wooyoung somewhat tired out, slamming the pillow on his face a final time and leaving it before he got off him.

“It helps when you think with your brain, not something else,” Yeosang teased.

This time, Wooyoung looked legitimately offended. “If you think I’m just in it for that you’re wrong.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with Yeosang, instead stared blankly ahead for a moment. He shook his head as if shaking out the thoughts running through it before grabbing his phone. “Sannie boy just texted me. Asked if we would run to Alexis’s room and grab some things for her. Christie is supposed to be getting everything ready, then we would just need to drop it off in his room. Said to give her a few more minutes though ”

Yeosang checked the order status for their food and put Wooyoung’s reaction to his joke out of his mind. The lack of smart ass response was a little concerning, but anything that involved Alexis had Wooyoung acting differently. Actually though, the timing for everything would line up well. “Honestly that’ll work out perfectly. We can grab whatever, then when you take it to San's room I’ll run and get our food from the front desk.”

Wooyoung stretched across the bed once more, locking his hands behind his head and letting his eyes flutter shut. Per usual, Alexis was running through his mind. Part of him wanted to astral project just to check in on her date with San, but the two had made an agreement prior that their time with Alexis would be just that- their own time. He would never admit to Yeosang how worried he became during his conversation with Alexis. The only person he didn’t downplay it to was San, who instantly became just as anxious. It had taken Wooyoung the entirety of Alexis’s shower to convince him not to come barging in to speak with her.

Yeosang was just as quiet, wondering how Christie’s time with Hongjoong was going. It wasn’t too hard to tell that she was slightly more comfortable with him than their Captain. He was just as worried as Wooyoung, only his concern was about Christie and Hongjoong’s conversation about this dynamic. Not that he planned on saying that to Wooyoung.

The same wonder went through both of their heads though.

Why were they so different?

“Christie just texted me. She has all of Alexis’s things. Plus, food is like… six minutes out,” Yeosang mumbled.

He stood up first, offering out a hand to pull the grumbling Wooyoung off the bed. Together they walked to the door.

“And Sangie,” Wooyoung said, playfully nudging his shoulder, “I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

“Promise?” Yeosang stalled with his hand on the door.

Wooyoung threw his head back laughing. “You should know better than to ask that.”

Once again they bickered down the hallway, jokingly punching and running into each other the entire way to Christie and Alexis’s suite.

*Hj&Christie*

The door closed softly behind San and Alexis, leaving Hongjoong and I to ourselves for the first time. I couldn’t help but giggle at the amount of boxes he was unloading. I thought I kept the giggles under my breath, but was quickly proven wrong when I was met with Hongjoong’s raised eyebrow.

“Little hungry are we sir?” I teased, gesturing to all the containers on the table. A smile appeared on his face and his laugh echoed through the room.

“Sorry, I’m used to ordering for everyone. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I thought getting a variety was best…” he trailed off at the end, a small amount of blush tinting his cheeks.

“Thank you, I’m sure everything you got is delicious. I didn’t eat much this morning. We only grabbed a couple snacks and coffee at the airport. But surviving on caffeine and chaos is something that we are all quite used to.” I was babbling, and the moment I realized it I snapped my mouth closed. I’m sure Hongjoong didn’t want to sit and listen to my meaningless ramble.

“Shall we then?” he giggled again, and I nearly melted right on the spot.

I could only manage a nod, not trusting anything that could potentially come out my mouth. With only a smile, I handed over the plates and chopsticks, helping Hongjoong pop open what seemed like an endless amount of containers. He really did get a variety of food, but there was no way we would be able to eat all of it.

Honestly speaking, dinner was a quiet affair, only filled with scattered comments about the food and requests to pass a specific container. The awkwardness of us being alone steadily began to creep in.

“So, Yeosang and I had a bit more of a discussion earlier about everything. I wanted to check in and just see if we all were still on the same page with what’s happening. We’ve talked about it, but talking is one thing and watching me kiss Yeosang is another thing. What I’m trying to get at is I don’t want problems or jealousy to become an issue. Honestly, I would head straight home if something-” I stammered out, but was cut off by Hongjoong placing his hand on mine. The action took me by surprise, but it was short lived. Quickly he pulled it back to rest on his own leg, tugging at the fabric of his jeans.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When they reopened, they were locked onto mine.

“I’m good. We discussed everything first before we even brought it up to you. I suggested dinner tonight so we could talk in person in case you had any concerns. And, I wanted time just to ourselves to get to know you better. I was more shocked tonight by Yeosang letting you kiss him that long, not that you kissed him in front of me. I’m happy you two are getting along so well. Was I a little jealous that it wasn’t me? Yeah… but I can wait. Good things take time, and I’m not one to rush. Well, I don’t want to rush you,or this,I mean.” As he spoke, his voice progressively became softer, just like the way he was looking at me. Now his eyes were searching for my reaction.

I gave him my best smile. I really wasn’t expecting him to respond in this way and had to blink away stray tears that formed. He and I had gotten off to a rocky start, but with every conversation my hesitation with him shrunk. Leaning towards him, I placed my hands on those toned thighs and placed a kiss in the exact spot I did with Yeosang.

“How’s that for a start?” I teased.

“Well I’m certainly not going to complain at all. But…” I don’t know what wave of confidence came over him. His hands reached for either side of my face, holding me in place so he could bring his perfect lips to mine.

It took me a second to gather myself from the shock. This kiss was nothing like San and Alexis’s first. It was soft and sweet like the moment we were in. Hongjoong made no move to deepen it, just kept those plush lips against mine before our smiles interrupted it, a slew of giggles escaping both of us.

“Now that was a little unexpected,” I whispered. His face was still dangerously close to mine. His eyes were a much warmer brown than I thought they were. I could easily lose myself in them.

With a quick peck he pulled away, running a hand through his oreo hair with a giant smile on his face. “I couldn’t help it… I’m sorry. But not really.” For a moment I caught a glimpse of that stage persona glinting in his eyes. “I do have a question for you. Many questions, actually.”

“Ask away…” I shrugged, still feeling a little blissed out from our somehow perfect first kiss.

“When you put that necklace on Alexis she had this look on her face. I don’t think anyone but me noticed… is it important to you or her?” His gaze was extremely thoughtful. How he noticed something so small was beyond me, but it also didn’t surprise me much.

“One of the most important pieces I own actually. Since it’s important to me, it’s also important to her. It was my Papa’s evil eye that I inherited a few years ago. I have Alexis wear it whenever I think she needs extra protection… she's just as much a part of my family as I am hers. Same goes with Nikki and Thea.”

“You and your Papa must have been very close,” Hongjoong said softly, reaching for my hand and giving it a small squeeze. He turned it slowly, rubbing his fingers over the lettering along my one wrist. “And you have tattoos… how many?”

“Ahh… nine currently, with more planned. You’re right about me being close with my Papa- that tattoo is his and my Mama’s signatures. I wanted to always have a piece of them with me.”

He reached for my other hand. Instantly his fingers traced delicately over the dainty sun and moon tattoo. “And this one?”

I turned my wrist so he could have a clearer look, trying to ignore the goosebumps brought out by his touches and the way he was studying the artwork. “Alexis and I both have this one, only her sun is colored in instead of the moon.”

“Why a sun and moon?” His reply was as soft as the brushes along my skin.

“That’s an easy one. She’s the sun to my moon, two halves of a whole. There’s a running joke that we are soul mates and…” my answer was cut short by my phone going off. I tapped the screen, seeing that it was San who texted me. Picking it up, I read the message quickly. “Please excuse me for one moment. I’ve just been given a very important mission. Once completed I’m all yours.”

After sending off a quick reply, I went straight into Alexis’s room. We had somewhat put it back together after the choosing outfit fiasco, but her clothes were still piled messily in her suitcase. I grabbed some of the stack to sift through on the bed. San really was thinking of everything when it came to my dear Sunshine, and asking me to get some things for her only solidified how much I liked him for her. I settled on one of her cutest pajama sets and my personal favorite, the matching green short and crop combo. San would HAVE to appreciate her in them. I also grabbed some comfy clothes for tomorrow so she wouldn’t have to parade around in her pajamas. Once I grabbed all the clothes she needed I placed the remainder back into her suitcase and did my best to rezip it. Her and I would tackle reorganizing it tomorrow.

Movement caught my eye once I was in her bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw that Hongjoong had made himself comfortable, leaning against the doorframe. He was watching me intently.

“And I thought I moved quietly,” I half laughed. I made quick work of grabbing what products I thought Alexis would need for this evening and the morning. With those secured I snuck past Hongjoong, not missing the way he watched my body as I slid by.

“You two are really close aren't you?” Not once did he take his eyes off me, even when the only thing I was doing was loading up Alexis’s things into a small bag.

“Celestially bonded. We clicked instantly the day we met. Nikki, Thea, and Alexis are my family. Together we’ve been through hell and back, and I couldn’t picture my life without them,” I responded without any hesitation.

He nodded with a smile, looking deep in thought for a moment. There was a brief silence between us. I was dying to fill it, but Hongjoong beat me to it.

“You feel the same way about them as I do about my members.”

“You mean loving them more than anything? Absolutely,” I said as I made my way back into the central room. I shot off a text to Yeosang to let him know that I had everything ready to go. San had been clear in his text to give everything to him and Wooyoung.

When I turned back around I found Hongjoong still standing in the doorway. With the amount of content I’d watched I assumed I knew all of his expressions, but the one he was giving me was unlike any I’d seen before. After a bit of thought, though, I realized I had seen it before. It was the same fondness he looked at his members with. My cheeks flushed, hopefully not dark enough that he could see. I settled myself back on the couch and once my face cooled I patted the seat next to me, encouraging Hongjoong to come back.

He obliged, walking towards me with a cheesy smile. The moment he sat down my phone went off once again. This time it was Yeosang.

“We have a few minutes before Yeo and his feral gremlin reappear,” I said, only half joking.

“Feral gremlin? Is that what you’ve been calling Wooyoung? It’s certainly fitting.” His laugh was infectious. The man was even holding his sides, nearly doubled over from how hard this fit was. And damn, did he look gorgeous.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, a knock sounded at the door. Hongjoong made his best effort to quell his laughter, but was failing miserably. Still giggling, he made his way to the door, swinging it wide open.

“Hey guys.”

****

*Thea, Yunho, & Jongho*

I’d spent most of the day with Jongho since Yunho went to help with whatever at the venue. Jongho was the sweetest while keeping me company. Alexis and Christie forewarned me about Nikki’s mood earlier, so I already had it planned out to avoid the smoking dragon as much as I could. None of us could figure out what had her acting like this, but we collectively decided that it wasn’t cause for too much concern yet.

Regardless, when I got into the suite, which was amazing I might add, I only said a brief hello to her. She and Mingi were both awkwardly silent at first, which threw me off completely. Nikki seemed stressed, for lack of better words. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest when they both left shortly after I arrived. I didn’t take it personally. We would all be having a lot of togetherness over the next couple of months anyway. I only briefly stopped in to see Alexis and Christie, and I didn’t even see Alexis. Christie and Yeosang were unpacking, and Alexis was already in the shower getting ready for her date. I’d pester her for all details about that tomorrow.

Once I finished unpacking, Jongho and I took over the living room area to watch a movie. I didn’t assume that Nikki would be back to the room anytime soon, but even if she did she would go back to her room right away.

By the time Yunho knocked on the door with dinner, Jongho and I were on our second movie and tangled together quite comfortably. Of course he finally made a move and we had been sneaking kisses frequently during each one. It was him who sighed at the knock while I reluctantly detangled myself from his arms to open the door.

“Hey there, princess,” Yunho said the instant the door opened. Per usual, his smile was huge, those big puppy dog eyes sparkling down at me. Once he stepped inside he took my face into one of those giant hands of his, dipping down to place the sweetest kiss atop my forehead. Damn did I love this nine inch height difference.

“Took you long enough,” I teased. “Here we were thinking you’d forgotten alllllllllllll about us.”

“That would never be an option,” he retorted, smirking while his eyes glimmered more.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving,” Jongho grumbled. He paused the movie and sat back up on the couch. He already cleaned off the coffee table and moved my blanket to the edge of the couch for more room.

With a laugh, Yunho placed the bags of takeout on the table. We had collectively decided on poke bowls earlier in the day, and since Yunho was out and about with Hongjoong and Seonghwa he volunteered to order. I’m sure it was one of the staff members who actually went and picked it up, not that it mattered.

I sat down between the two of them, letting Yunho divvy out the bowls and chopsticks. Of course, I crisscrossed my legs, tucking them underneath me. It was my absolute favorite way to sit. The three of us were stuffing our faces, all the while chit chatting and giggling. Conversation with them both was very easy. Sometimes it was a little alarming just how easy everything really was, but I put that little thought out of my head like usual. I was one for living in the moment, not one for overthinking. I left that to Alexis and Christie.

“Now, for a bit more of a serious conversation…” Yunho said suddenly between bites. “I know we’ve both talked to you about being here and everything, but… do you have any concerns? Any questions?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, covering my mouth so bits of rice and salmon didn’t fling out. Jongho raised an eyebrow at me while Yunho looked at me somewhat confused.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, waving my hands in front of me. “That came off rude. I’m entirely, wholeheartedly, and completely okay with all of this.”

This time Jongho laughed. “Well that was easy. You really don’t have any questions though?” His hand slid onto my thigh, eyes filled with the teeniest bit of concern and worry.

Setting down my chopsticks and bowl, I grabbed both of their hands. I could tell this took them by surprise, but they each gripped back tightly. Yunho’s completely enveloped my much smaller hand, his thumb tracing over my knuckles softly. Jongho kept his fingers tightly laced between my own.

“Right now, no. You’ve both been very clear on what’s going on here. If there’s no problem with both of you seeing me, I have no problem with seeing both of you. Simple as that,” I said calmly, but with a sense of firmness I hope they both noticed. “There are much weirder things that could be going on than this. But, if I ever do have questions or concerns, I promise I’ll bring them up to you right away. Deal?”

Both were beaming at me. Jongho’s smile was of course large and gummy, my absolute favorite, Yunho’s bright and white. The relief that washed over them was evident and I could see them both become more comfortable with my acceptance in person.

Yunho took this moment to lean over and kiss my temple. “You really are something, Thea.”

“I would like to add one thing. With this sort of arrangement I don’t want there to be jealousy, so-”

“Won’t be a problem, darling,” Jongho said hurriedly, cutting me off before I had a chance to finish my statement. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and placed his own kiss quickly before continuing. “We know what we are getting into, just as much as you do. Major instances of jealousy won’t come up, we can both promise you that.”

I glanced over at Yunho, who was nodding in agreement. “Jongho’s right. Was I a little jealous that Jongho got to spend all day with you while I sat at the venue listening to Hongjoong and Seonghwa bicker about everything? Absolutely. Am I jealous over what you two might have done in that time? Absolutely not.”

I searched his eyes for any spark of a lie or a shred of insincerity, only to find nothing but genuineness. It didn’t appear that either were telling me what I wanted to hear, but only time would tell if that really was the case. Regardless, being with both of them was a once in a lifetime possibility. Who was I to question them when they were the ones who set this entire thing up.

“Then I think we’re all in agreement then,” I said, squeezing both of their hands with a huge smile. “But the same goes for you both- if there are questions or concerns on your end just ask. Okay? I’d rather everything be out in the open in a relationship.”

Jongho snickered. “A relationship, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, unlacing my hand from his and pushing him softly. “You know what I mean, baby bear.”

“I do have a question,” Yunho pipped up. “Well, two actually.”

I raised my eyebrow up at him. “Do ask.”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? Because I would enjoy nothing more than spoiling you all day.”

I’m sure my grin was huge. “My day is all yours, Jeong Yunho. And the second question?”

“Are you ever going to tell us who the other idol was?”

“WHAT IS THE POINT OF A NONDISCLOSURE AGREEMENT IF I TELL YOU!?” I threw myself on top of him, playfully smacking him. He had been relentlessly asking me since Hongjoong let it slip after we signed his contracts. “You should be happy that I’m able to keep a secret like this, since you know, you guys ALSO made me sign an NDA.”

Jongho continued cackling beside us, Yunho laughing just as hard. He was doing nothing to stop my advances until he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me onto his lap.

“She has a point, Yu,” Jongo agreed through his laughter.

Yunho nuzzled into my cheek before kissing it tenderly. “You’re right, princess. But tomorrow. It’s a date.”

****

*Nikki, Mingi, & Seonghwa*

It wasn’t like I enjoyed being this grumpy with everyone. I HATED having to lie and it was slowly starting to eat at me. Christie and Alexis definitely knew there was something up, but neither had brought it up with me just yet. They were usually good about letting me work shit out like this on my own, but if they did bring it up I don’t know how I would be able to weasel around it. Somehow I would have to figure out how to get out of my own head before I let this whole thing implode on all of us.

When Mingi came over he thankfully understood what was going on. I had been pretty honest with both him and Seonghwa surprisingly. I wasn’t one to share my feelings like this usually, but they were the only two I could talk to at this point.

We spent most of the time just laying on my bed listening to music. He didn’t push me much in terms of physical affection, happily accepting any that I offered. Even if all that affection was me leaning on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me and sneaking kisses every once and awhile. Silence with him was already comfortable, even though the brain was anything but quiet.

Thea must have been warned of my mood since she only yelled hello when she came into our suite. Jongho came in not ten minutes after her. She was so excited when he got there, and I instantly felt even more guilty that she had no idea what he was. I jumped up ready to go the moment Mingi suggested that we go to his room, nor did I fight him when he held my hand the entire walk.

Once again we sat in comfortable silence, only this time he snuggled against me the instant I laid down on his bed. We laid there together, lazily kissing every so often while he played with my fingers in his giant ass hands. He knew better than to ask me too many questions about my thoughts, which I very much appreciated considering my mind was racing.

“Hey, Seonghwa is on his way back… he’s grabbing something for us to eat and he’s going to come straight here,” Mingi said after he checked his phone. His arms returned to me right after he shot off the text. “Maybe he’ll be able to get you out of your head.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get started on all this soft shit, I know it’s only been a couple of weeks but you should know better than that.” My voice didn’t give away how I really felt.

Mingi pulled me closer, chuckling softly. “I’m not getting started on anything. But you are in your head.” I chose not to answer, making Mingi sigh before he kissed my forehead.

Seonghwa showed up about fifteen minutes later with a paper bag of takeout. I wasn’t sure what he had gotten, but whatever it was smelled absolutely delicious. Mingi stood up first, making his way to the small table immediately once Seonghwa placed the food on it. I lingered on the bed, but did get the will to sit up, placing my hands on either side of me on the mattress.

“I’m glad you’re finally here, Nikki,” Seonghwa said, gliding over to me on the bed. His hand went straight to my cheek when he leaned down, the hold on it just as soft as his lips on mine. “How are you?”

“Absolutely peachy,” I said, making no effort to hide my sarcasm. The corners of Seonghwa’s mouth twitched upwards, eyes staring at me fondly despite my sass.

Mingi’s head shot up from the take out boxes, smirking slightly. “I don’t know if you can tell, Hwa, but someone’s in a mood.”

The two exchanged a look. Mingi was definitely trying to make light of the situation, but neither were doing a great job of hiding their lingering concern. Since they told me what they were both had been checking in on me frequently about it. I just felt so freaking guilty. But I also felt worried.

“Does it have something to do with being here?” Seonghwa asked quietly. He offered his hands out to me, pulling me off the bed once I took them.

“We are not having therapy hour,” I muttered. Seonghwa stepped backwards, pulling me along with him. A faint smile never left his face. Why he was smiling at me was beside me, but his face was too damn pretty for me to care.

Mingi pulled a chair out for me once Seonghwa and I were close. “Not therapy hour, just making sure you’re okay, flower,” he said. Somehow his voice dropped an octave.

When our conversations were contained to video calls and texts it was much easier to fend them off. Now with Mingi’s boba eyes and Seonghwa’s damn dragon eyes staring at me it was a hell of a lot harder.

“WellI can’t say I’m too thrilled about having one of my best friends being on a date with a literal sex demon and having no idea about it,” I stated flatly, crossing my arms. They wanted to know what was going on in my head so badly, they might as well hear it. “And the fact I have to constantly lie to all three of them. They know something is up with me, and I guarantee it won’t be long until they ask about it. Wanna take a bet on who it’ll be first?”

Seonghwa sighed. “I know it’s not… ideal. As much as I wish it was different, it can’t be. I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. You know San would never do anything to hurt Alexis. None of us would do anything toward any of you. We’re the same guys, Nikki. All Mingi and I want to do right now is try and help, but you have to let us know how.”

Gods I hated conversations like this. I hated the expectant looks on their stupid handsome faces. I hated how in this moment I had to be somewhat vulnerable with them before I lost my damn mind.

“Yeah, but who’s to say he isn’t going to feed accidentally? That he isn’t going to lose control?” The questions slipped out before my brain had time to process. Damn me and speaking before I thought things all the way through. But I was worried about the Sunshine.

Mingi shook his head soundly. “San won’t lose control.”

“And how do you know that?” I shot back quickly.

One of Seonghwa’s hands went straight for my chin, turning my head and forcing me to look him dead in the eyes. “Because we know San.” Just like his stare, his words were firm. “Everyone is only feeding in dreams. I know we keep saying things are different with all of you, because they very much are, but we are all doing our best to stick to that rule, no matter how hard.”

“I just got a little excited with you,” Mingi nudged me. My lips cracked with a smile at the attempt to lighten my mood. Suddenly his mood shifted, becoming a little more somber. He ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “The idea of feeding in your dreams now is weird to me since you know what we are.”

“You mean old as shit, cursed pirates?” Both he and Seonghwa laughed at my joke, but the other half of Mingi’s statement was sticking out to me. The idea of him and Hwa coming into my dreams and feeding really seemed like an intrusion now. I would know what was going, or so I would assume. “But… what if you didn’t have to feed in my dreams?”

Seonghwa’s face turned bright red. “Are you- are you implying what I think you are?”

“I mean, yeah. The thought of you guys coming into my dreams now seems weird since I know what’s going on. I already have to be worried about you guys just lurking about all invisible and shit, so it would be nice to know that at least my dreams were safe.” I shrugged.

“We already promised we wouldn’t project out to check on you… that was only when we were learning about you guys,” Mingi affirmed.

“Can we take a step back? You were just worried about San accidentally feeding on Alexis, and now you’re saying you want us to feed on you in real life?” Seonghwa interjected, still a little flushed.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Mingi and Seonghwa exchanged a look I don’t quite know how to describe. A smug smirk made its way onto Mingi’s face. Seonghwa even cracked one. Slowly, both turned to face me with hungry eyes, both flashing red for a split second.

“Then we need to lay out some new rules, my flower.”

note: soon what exactly Ateez are will be revealed...

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honey-flustered · 2 years ago

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Too Quiet (Fluff)

YoungDad!Steve Harrington x YoungMom!Reader

Summary: You and Steve finally get a moment of peace until you’re reminded that you’re parents of two rambunctious toddlers and a puppy. Sometimes, quiet’s never a good sign.

A/N: This fluffy thought came to me because I have a toddler niece and whenever she gets quiet we know she’s never up to any good. This also goes out to the parents who just need a little break from time to time. (Note: this has also been in my drafts for so long)

Word: 1.6k+

You appreciated the mundane. Boring can be good sometimes. Like for instance, neither you or Steve had any work that needed to be done. No errands, no chores, no 8-12-16 hour shifts. It was just a simple day where the two of you got to relax.

You found yourselves so comfortable, in fact, you hadn’t recognized that you were laid on the couch with your back against his chest, scrolling on your phone until he randomly cleared his throat.

You jolt up, looking back at him. “Whoa! When’d you get here?”

He looks up from his book, reading glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. “I sacrifice my need to get up and pee for like 2 hours just to be your body pillow. My legs are asleep.”

You roll yourself around, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. It’s just so nice having these moments of downtime.”

He kisses your nose. “I understand, love. I’m really glad we don’t always have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I like the comfortable silence.”

“Me too,” You grin. “Sometimes, I don’t always want to talk. Sometimes, I just want to scroll through my phone or eat a whole pot of mac ‘n’ cheese all by myself without the necessary judgment.”

“Weird way of bringing that up…but I get it.” Steve chuckles. “And you know what—since we’re throwing things out there—I’m so over people believing that being ‘boring’ is synonymous to being ‘old’. I mean, if I prefer staying home over going to parties it doesn’t mean I’m not still King Steve.”

“Exactly! Boring is the new fun! Like vanilla sex…it isn’t so bad.”

“It’s fantastic! We don’t always need the theatrics. It’s just so extra to have freaky sex all the time. Um, waiter, I’d like vanilla sex with a side of missionary please.”

You snort at his dorkiness. “I have to admit that I don’t always care to drink when we go out. I don’t always want to be a tipsy ditz all the time. Sometimes when I’m out with my friends, they make me feel bad about ordering just wine so I just lie and say that I’m drinking vodka when it’s only water in my glass. I’m just really good at pretending I’m drunk.”

“You’re goddamn Meryl Streep and Viola Davis combined when you act drunk, baby. I could use some pointers. I don’t always want to drink either but the boys…” Steve groans. “It’s always ‘Steve, chug down this beer’ and never ‘Steve, would you like some chamomile tea.’ I don’t drink tea but I just might start if someone offers me.”

“I’d offer you since you’re taking interest. Would you like me to make you some now?”

“Maybe later,” Steve curls his arms around you tight. “I like talking about being boring with you.”

“Yeah, I could be boring with you all the time. Like if I decided to crochet some shit for the hell of it, you wouldn’t judge.”

“Course I wouldn’t. I think you’d be the best crocheter ever and that’s saying a lot because there are a lot of great ones out there. I know this because I watched a youtube tutorial of crochet making…in full. I don’t plan to make a not one piece but I watched it anyway because I had time,” Steve shrugs. “And sometimes, even when I have plenty of time, I don’t always feel like styling my hair.”

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. “Not the hair!”

“I can be too cool for cool.” He smiles smugly.

“I wanna wear a oversized clothes.” You rush out.

“You deserve it! I’ve seen the kind of clothes you’ve had to wear. Super tight. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. I don’t always wanna dress in the latest fashion either.”

“I hate going to the beach nowadays. I get sand in all of my crevices and I end up finding sand around the house even weeks after.”

“I hate driving too fast.”

“I like gardening.”

“I like socks with sandals.”

“I’ve been leaning into buying those portraits with the words on them that say things like “home is where the heart is” or some corny thing like that”

“Eww, you mean the ‘live, laugh, love’ crap,” He laughs. “I’m sorry but we’re not that old.”

“Oh, please, I’m sure you’ve got worse.”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I guess I’ve always wanted to ask an employee if they’re working hard or hardly working.”

“Oh, nooo!” You cringe. “That’s horrible. Do you want them to hate you?”

“Alright, so I’m that kind of old, too.” He admits defeat.

“I think mom jeans aren’t as bad as everyone makes them to be.”

“I think dad jokes are the epitome of comedy and I’ve brushed up on some.”

“Ooo, tell me one!” You beam excitedly.

“Okay. What do you call a nose with no body?”

“What?”

“Nobody knows."

You both join in laughter which soon dies down when the gears in each of your heads began to turn. The two of you stare in space, speechless and reflective of the conversation.

“Although, it is a bit quiet,” You say, breaking the silence. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, too quiet.”

“Not boring, though.”

“No, not boring. It’s a good boring if it is. But it’s like…something’s missing. Like we’re forgetting something important.”

“Or someone important?”

“Some…ones…” Steve says in a reflective tone, then his eyes bug out and so do yours as you come to the same realization.

The two of you exchanged looks and simultaneously yell. “Our babies?!”

The two of you jump up from the couch and heading in any direction the two believed the boys were in. You checked the pantry, he checked in the bottom cabinets. He checked the in the boys closet, you checked underneath the bed.

“How could have forgotten about them for two hours?!” Steve exclaims. “We’re terrible people! They’re literally all the reasons why we’re so old and boring now so how can we have forgotten?!”

“They’ve handled themselves just fine alone, babe.” You say trying to comfort him.

“You and I both know that when it gets quiet it’s never a good sign. They’re like Max from Max and Ruby and you know how sociopathic that bunny could be. Little Baby Blue hasn’t barked in 2 hours either. What could they have possibly done to him?” Steve says while running his hands through his hair.

The sounds of giggling from the master bedroom is enough to shake you and Steve to your core. The boys were for sure in there and possibly doing something that will cost you a lot of money to repair.

“For all we know they’ve just created armagedon in there,” You say, darting your eyes between the bedroom door and Steve. “Whatever happens, whatever we see…we must prepare ourselves. Some things may be damaged beyond repair and most likely there will be a lot of cleaning up to do…but we mustn’t take out our anger on the children. They’re children who are simply practicing their exploration and discovery skills.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who found your game console submerged in a toilet bowl,” He clutches his chest. “You don’t know my pain.”

You groan, hearing more laughter from the boys. “What do think it is this time? Paint on the walls? The forbidden mudpie cake? Fisher Price Guillotine?”

“I don’t know. That’s the terrifying part. They always come up with the darnedest things,” Steve holds out his hand. “Hold it please, I’m not ready for this horror show.”

You swallow hard, taking his hand. Opening the masters bedroom, you see the twins with their thumbs in their mouths watching Saturday cartoons on the large bed. Little Baby Blue is wedged between the boys, relaxing as they both pet him with their free hands. Their eyes immediately dart to the two of you standing in the doorway like you’d just interrupted a nice moment.

“Mommy.” Oslo smiles and runs up to you.

“Daddy!” Bear runs into Steve’s arms.

“My boys,” You say in relief. “Mommy and Daddy are so sorry for not checking on you. We were very, very tired.”

“Das kay, mommy,” Oslo says, snuggling into your tummy. “Blue’s here with us.”

“Blue even gave us some things to eat.” Bear points to one side of the bed which was full of snacks from the pantry.

“I was wonderful where the Oreos went.” Steve says.

You pet Blue. “That’s a good boy! Maybe next time go for the healthier options in the fridge.” The dog huff and you raise your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut you some slack. I know how hard it is watching two toddlers.”

“I’m going to whip us up some lunch and then we’ll go to the park for family fun day. How’s that sound, boys?” Steve says.

The boys jump up and down excitedly with Steve hyping up their mood. “Ok, but you have to go and get ready real quick. Think you two can do that like the big boys you are?”

“Yes!” They shout at once.

“Go on then after come down for the famous Harrington men’s sandwich.”

The boys run out of the room, Blur chasing after them.

You lean in to whisper to your husband, still in shock. “Everything’s neat. The boys were actually angels the entire day. Thanks to babysitter Blue.”

“I guess those two were having a relaxed day, too.” Steve quips.

Oslo enters the room, tugging your sweater. “Mommy, can you help me find my favorite sho”

“You mean the light up ones?”

Oslo nods and you take his hand, “Come on, we’ll look together.”

“Then, I’ll help Bear get dressed. We’re going to beat you guys!” Steve teases.

You all laugh enjoying the friendly competition. Although, you enjoyed the times where things get quiet. You couldn’t trade the moments of chaos and fun with your family for the world.

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skiesoftwilight · 4 years ago

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Downpour

Here's my long-awaited oneshot I wrote for Rengoku :) I still can't believe I wrote this spontaneously in the late hours of the night in under three days (I literally cried cause i haven't been able to write like that in over a year :') I do apologize in advance for any grammar or weird/repetitive sentence structure, my skills are still a bit rusty, also this is my first ever spice piece so yeah that was a ride too. I hope you all enjoy :) and pls leave comments about what you thought of it, I'd love to head them.

Warning(s): NSFW (Minors are free to read but DNI), soft smut/spice, oral (f. receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, slight overstim (if you squint), hint of fluff, soft angst, injured reader

Word Count: 7702

“It’s really coming down, isn't it?” Kyojuro mused, his hand reaching out past the engawa’s roof to feel the cool water strike his hand in numerous soft droplets. A gentle smile graced his lips as a deep roll of thunder met his ears; his golden gaze darted to the sky with excitement at the bright flashes of purple illuminating the ashen clouds in the night sky.

The soft creaking of the wooden floorboards pulled Kyojuro’s attention from the downpour to his side where you approached him. Retracting his hand from the cool rain, he wiped it on his already soaked uniform before turning his head to greet you with a gentle nod, acknowledging your calm presence.

“It is.” Your soft voice barely audible against the heavy rain; your gaze drifted from the flame hashira to the pitch-black treeline of the forest that surrounded the dilapidated house. “We had the misfortune of being caught in it for a brief moment, didn’t we?”

A soft chuckle fell from Kyojuro’s lips as his eyes wandered from the curtain of rain in front of him to your drenched figure beside him. Your locks were no longer neat and fluffy but rather messy and weighed down by the water. Your black uniform—which was littered with tears and holes—clung to your body, enhancing the usually hidden features of your figure. If your haori didn't shroud your entire figure, the sight would’ve left little to the imagination, and with that thought, Kyojuro turned away as cheeks began to darken.

Shifting in his place, he folded his arms, “We did, but at least we aren’t stuck out there.” Turning around to look at the dark, dilapidated home, his head tilted in your direction as his gaze took in its rough appearance, “We got this place, right?”

“I checked the inside,” you spoke, your hands reaching up to squeeze the water that remained in your locks, hoping to alleviate some of the weight it added to your neck. “I couldn’t find any signs of someone living here. Judging by the layer of dust on some of the furniture, it appears it's been abandoned for some time.”

Kyojuro nodded, “No signs of demons either?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t find a drop of blood, nor did I feel the presence of any.”

Kyojuro hummed, “If nothing is out of place, then this is where we’ll rest for the night.” Taking one last look at the night sky, he slowly backed away from the edge of the engawa and stared at you, waving to you to follow him towards the tattered shoji doors you emerged from moments ago. “I was hoping that we would make it down the mountain before the storm, but that’s alright; We’ll descend at dawn.”

“We can still descend after the rain lets up, if you would like?” You proposed.

“No, I think it’s best if we stay here. After the rain, the path down will be slippery and too dangerous,” Stopping at the entrance of the shoji doors, he turned to face you, his smile growing brighter just at the sight of your eyes looking at him intently, “I don’t imagine this storm lasting the entire night; it’ll die down eventually and in that time that it does, the path will begin to dry and we’ll be able to get some rest.”

His smile slowly faded but never left his lips as a soft silence took hold of the air between you; the low rumbling of thunder briefly interrupted the silence at times, easing it when the air was beginning to get too heavy. His eyes remained trained on your face, using the bright flashes of the lightning as an opportunity to take in the delicate features of your face. It was a loud crack of thunder that broke through the silence, causing you both to jump. Turning away from him with your hand raised to your face to hide the creeping blush, you stepped inside the dark room.

“This room seems to be the best one in terms of being intact.” You explained, squatting down to carefully pick up the lantern you previously used to investigate the house; a wince fell from your mouth, yet neither of you commented on it. Instead, you both watched the candle’s flickering orange flames illuminate the room. “The other rooms had holes in the ceiling or the mats were ripped.”

“If you don’t mind, I was wondering…” You paused, your eyes leaving his back to drift to the various furniture that was strewn across the room; your chest began to feel tight as you thought on your next words, hoping they wouldn’t be accepted, but not rejected either, “Would you be okay if we shared this one?”

Kyojuro froze. He was glad that his back was to you, because the way his brows raised while his eyes grew wide with panic would’ve given you the wrong answer. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his face just enough to look over his shoulder at you with a kind smile; he knew exactly what he wanted to say, yet he stuttered, “Share? That should be fine. It would be safer that way.”

“That’s good to hear.” The corners of your lips curled upwards, happy that you had gotten your desired answer with little to no resistance. You began to stumble ever so slightly as you walked back towards the doorway leading into the next room, “I’m going to see if I can find some sheets to sleep with.”

Kyojuro dismissed you with a silent nod, opting to keep his face hidden from the soft lighting the candle provided. After a few moments of silence, he peeked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t in the room to let out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he was panicking over the simple request you made; you two had shared rooms before on missions, but you both didn’t share a bed or have a certain uneasiness surrounding the two of you.

He didn’t speak on it much after the mission, but it still weighed heavy in the front of his thoughts. During the mission, you were fighting a bit more recklessly, if he were to put it lightly. Your techniques were ill-timed, and your footwork was unstable, resulting in you getting some mild injuries. You both had been partners for some months; he worked with you on your sword skills, even teaching you a few of his flame techniques, so when he saw you jumping in front of blows he was capable of taking, it puzzled him. You knew what your actions had caused, so after the mission, the tension was low but was still noticeable.

“I didn’t find much bedding, but these should suffice,” Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts as you entered the room, holding a large bundle of linen in your arms. Coming to stand in front of him, you tossed part of the bundle on the floor while you raised the other part closer towards him to look at, “I also found some larger fabric we can use to wear while we let our uniforms dry. I know yours is just as soaked as mine.”

Kyojuro looked at the fabric then his own uniform, seeing that his haori was clinging to his backside, “Thank you. I wasn’t really even thinking about it.”

“No problem. I’m going to go change in the other room. You can change here,” You began, already separating the fabrics in your hand, holding out the one you saved for Kyojuro, “I’ll probably take longer, but if I get done faster, I’ll announce myself before entering.”

Both of you smiled, soft laugher falling from your lips from the little awkward silence. Kyojuro reached out to grab the fabric from your hands, his calloused fingertips grazing against the smooth skin on the top of your hand. The sudden touch had your heartbeat racing; you chided yourself for such a childish reaction, but on the other side of your mind you welcomed the way it made you feel. Backing away from him, you fully turned around to go change in the other room, leaving him to do the same in the other.

Kyojuro finished changing before you; he was kind enough to let you know from the doorway, not even facing into the room. While he waited for you, he took a seat near the shoji, peeking through the small crack he made to watch the storm rage on, his eyes lighting up like a child at every deep rumble of thunder, knowing that a bright flash would accompany it seconds later in the most vibrant ways as possible.

Hearing the other shoji door slide open he turned his head to see you and was struck speechless at the sight before him. Standing in the doorway was you wrapped up in the fabric you picked out, your hands clasped in front of you in a peaceful manner. The fabric was the perfect size for your frame, the hem came up to the same length as your skirt, if not a bit shorter. Your thigh-high stockings were off. Your top was bundled up neatly, a hint of cleavage peeking out from the center. Your hair was twisted up, secured by a stray hairpin you must’ve found in your rummaging. Even in tattered clothing, you still looked beautiful.

“Kyojuro? You alright?” You waved your hand in front of his face, your brow furrowing at the distant look in his eyes; when his attention came back to you, you backed away from him, your hands fiddling with the hem near your thighs, “I was letting you know that you can hang your uniform next to mine in the other room. Hang it high so the heat will reach it.”

Stumbling to his feet, Kyjuro adjusted the fabric you gave him and it was your turn to get lost in your thoughts. The length was just a tiny bit small for him, but he worked it to where the opening of his chest was wider so the fabric covered most of his lower half. You found your gaze drifting back to the opening of his wrap, letting your eyes roam over his softly sculpted abdomen; the thoughts that flooded your mind caused your cheeks to burn, but thanks to the dying candlelight, it went unnoticed.

“Also, I have another favor to ask,” you began, walking towards the lantern, “Do you mind looking over my back for any cuts or bruises? It kind of stung when I was undressing.”

“I can do that, I’ll just be right back.” Nodding his head as he scooped up his wet uniform, he pulled a stool out from the side of the room, setting it down near the lantern, “Just sit there and get ready, okay?”

Doing as you were told, you sat on the small wooden stool, listening to it creak with every little movement you made. Your eyes were pulled towards the shoji, watching the flashes of lightning peek through the numerous rips in the thin paper. Your fingers fumbled with the loose knot around your waist, undoing it to let some of the fabric flow freely before securing it once more. Shrugging the fabric off your shoulders, you let the cool wind that crept in through the rips run down your spine all the way to the middle of your back.

Kyojuro came back into the room, his eyes immediately getting caught on the sight of your bare back. Clutching a cloth he snatched from the other room, he came to sit behind you, announcing his presence by clearing his throat. Looking at your back, he could see that there were indeed some small cuts across your back, but nothing that needed patching. The bruises he saw were terrifyingly large, it made his own back hurt just looking at it.

“How bad is it?” You asked, he could tell you were nervous about the answer he would give you.

“There’s not many cuts, which is good, but the bruises...you’ll definitely need to get proper care when we get down the mountain.” He stated, his eyes narrowing as he inspected every bruise; they were already turning a deep violet underneath your skin. “Is it alright if I clean up some of the cuts?”

You nodded, sitting up straighter for him to get better access to all the ones he saw. Kyojuro went towards the shoji and opened it, stepping out to get the cloth wet from the rain before coming inside back to his spot to begin wiping away the drying blood around your cuts.

The coolness of the cloth caused you to suck in a sharp breath, slowly letting it out as you got used to the cool, rough texture. The breeze that snuck in through the small crack in the shoji that Kyojuro left blew against your damp skin, making you shiver; the only thing to combat the shivering was the skimming of Kyojuro’s fingers on the edge of the cloth, making your skin heat up under his tender touch. You could feel the goosebumps forming under every expanse of skin he touched, lingering even long after.

“The way you acted tonight wasn’t like you,” Kyojuro finally voiced what was on his mind, his tone soft, unlike his usually boisterous tone. “To let a demon get their hands on you, let alone challenge you.”

“I was looking out for you. Those demons tried to overwhelm you,” He saw your back muscles tense up, yet he didn’t say a thing, “You were struggling so I thought to help you out. Even experts can slip up sometimes too.”

He and you both knew it was a lie.

“I’m done with your back,” he informed you, tugging the edges of the fabric that once covered your shoulders upwards, trying to cover you back up as best as he could, but when you stopped him, telling him that the cool breeze was refreshing, he left fabric alone. Standing up, he began to walk around you, only stopping when he spotted the fabric on your left thigh stained a vibrant red. “Your thigh, it’s bleeding.”

“Oh? I didn’t even know I got cut there.” While you looked down at your leg, he came to kneel in front of you, both his knees on the mat while his hands rested in his lap, fiddling with the cloth.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, you probably—” Kyojuro fumbled the words in his mouth as he finally let his eyes catch sight of the front of you.

With a close view of your face, the lantern did nothing but enhance your beauty, the flickering flaxen flames shimmering in your eyes. With your hair pinned up and the fabric resting down your arms, your collarbone and top of your chest was exposed, showing him the slight bruises that formed from the fight; your hand that clutched the fabric near the front of your breasts put your cleavage on full display. Kyojuro felt his cheeks grow hot and his heartbeat speed up at the sight, but he refused to let his mind wander, forcing himself to turn away to gather himself.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, that’s probably why you didn’t feel it,” He watched you flex your thigh, wincing at the sudden sting. Scooting closer to you, Kyojuro raised his hand towards your thigh, hovering the bloodied fabric for a moment as he looked up at you, “May I?”

Nodding your head, he brought his fingers towards the top of your knee, dragging his calloused fingers slowly across your thigh, letting his finger push the fabric off as he moved higher and higher. He stopped near the bloodied fabric, lifting it gently higher to get a good view of the wound. Your breath got caught in your throat as his fingers dragged across your skin, almost burning under his touch. The wound was close to the crease where your leg and hip met, so when he stopped just shy of there, it made your heart flutter.

“(Y/N), this looks bad,” he chided you once more, his face moving in closer to inspect it as it still bled. His voice grew heavy as he shook his head, “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t choose to act so carelessly, especially regarding you being a part of the highest ranking in the corps.”

Your sudden silence being your reply irked him; he was expecting some type of cheap excuse that would make him let up his reprimanding on you. “Aren’t you going to say anything to defend yourself?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, “I protected you because… I got worried about losing you and I couldn’t fathom the heartbreak it would bring to your brother and father if you were to die.”

Kyojuro stood silent for a moment, letting his focus be mainly on patching up your thigh. It was when he looked up at you to see your face turned away, a thin line replacing the tender smile you wore moments ago, that he spoke up. “Your death wouldn’t bring heartbreak to those who care for you?”

You scoffed, “Nobody cares deeply about me like that.”

“I do.”

Those two simple words silenced the both of you. With your gaze turning to catch a glimpse of his face, you found his golden eyes already staring at you. The sudden intensity of his gaze made you turn away from him, the blush that had blossomed across your cheeks clear in the lantern’s light. Kyojuro saw the blush but chose to ignore it for the moment, knowing that you were still processing his sudden confession. As he carried on cleaning your wound, he still continued to speak on the matter; he wanted you to know that you weren’t just another partner, but something more.

“If I were to lose you, your death would cause a heavy impact on not just my life, but my brother and father as well; they see you as a part of the family already,” His gaze drifted from the wound to your blushing face; he couldn’t help but softly smile as you tried to turn further away, but to no avail. Thinking of how cute you looked being embarrassed about his sudden feelings for you caused his faint blush to darken. Patting your thigh gently, he began to stand, “Wait here for a moment.”

He left the room only to return with one of your thigh-highs, he smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, Shinobu always says to use a clean cloth to wrap wounds; I don’t trust what’s here.”

Brushing him off with a huff, he knelt in front of you once more, wrapping your thigh with the most tender touch that left goosebumps wherever his fingers brush against. Tying the knot on the outside of their thigh, he pulled it tight, causing a sharp wince from your lips. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still choosing to remain silent as your thoughts on the conversation begin to develop. With his hand still resting on your thigh, he slowly pulled it off, letting it fall back into his lap to fiddle with the ends of the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. The silence that developed between the two of you was loud and so heavy on both your chests. The two of you let your thoughts consume you for the moment; there had always been this familiar tension between you two, any of the Hashira and other slayers could feel and see it but the two of you, and now that it was being thrown into the open, it shocked you both to the core, for better or for worse.

“I care for you too,” you confessed, “I care so much for you that I’m willing to give my life for you.”

Your gaze was held captive by the flame inside the lantern, watching it struggle to stay alight as it came up to the end of its wick. Kyojuro’s eyes grew wide with surprise at hearing you return his feelings; he always believed there was a sliver of hope that you would feel the same, but he never really thought you would voice it; it stung to hear that you valued his life over yours, he wanted you to see the same worth you put to his life in yours because in his eyes, not just because of your duties in the corps, but he believed you mattered.

You gained the courage to let your eyes meet his. His eyes were already on yours, yet there was a tenderness that made your body relax. The storm raging outside let its harsh winds whip against the side of the house, slipping through the holes of the shoji to run over your exposed skin; it was refreshing from the amount of heat your body was producing. With the silence choosing to stay, you both felt yourselves leaning into one another, your heartbeats racing at the anticipation of what might happen next.

Stopping just inches away from each other's faces, you both took a minute to try and process what your next moves would be. Kyojuro let his warm gaze flicker between the spark in your eyes and your lips; your cheeks continued to darken at the sight, knowing that there was no turning back. Despite the loud clap of thunder that rattled the home, you felt Kyojuro press his lips to yours in the gentlest way; his hands came to hover close to your cheeks, hesitant to caress your face; he was nervous by the lack of a reaction from you that he might’ve stepped too far over the line.

You pulled away from the kiss, softly panting from the lack of air. Kyojuro froze, his eyes slightly widening to gauge your reaction. The bright flashes of violets reflected in his golden eyes, showing you how dilated his pupils were as they stared at you. Your cheeks began to cool as you took in the sight of him, no longer letting your embarrassment over your feelings from him take control. As his mouth barely opened to speak, you brought your lips down on his; your hands abandoned the fabric they were clutching to find purchase on the sides of his face.

The second kiss was filled with a blazing passion, one that had been hidden till this moment. Your lips moved in sync with one another; with how fluid your movements were, it was like you and him had done it before. Kyojuro let his arms snake around your waist, gently grazing over your bare back before stopping on the fat of your ass, giving it a slight squeeze before locking his hands together and pulling you off the stool and into his lap. The sudden move made you gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Your body began to feel as if it was being consumed by flames the way his calloused hands roamed the expanse of your back, coming to lightly squeeze your sides as he pulled you closer. Your chest began to tremble as you felt something pressing into the inside of your thigh, you knew what it was, but you didn’t think that the kissing made him that way, that it must’ve been way before it came to this for him to be that hard; that thought alone made your core flutter.

Kyojuro pulled his lips from yours, breaking the kiss to give you a much needed breather. Leaving your back, one of his hands came to cup the side of your face, feeling your cheek fill his palm. He took in the sight of your relaxed face, the way your soft eyes made him feel fuzzy, the way your puffy lips had a glossy look from the mix of yours and his saliva. His eyes traveled lower, being caught at the sight of your breasts being barely covered by the fabric that shrouded your frame; it was the only barrier keeping him from feeling the soft skin of your supple breasts pressed against his bare chest. The slight movements you made on his lap didn’t go unnoticed, choosing to stifle the soft moans that crept up his throat from your thighs pressing down on him.

“What we’re doing...is this what you want?” His tone is soft, yet you could hear the seriousness behind it. Looking away towards the lantern that had since died out, you gathered your thoughts, knowing if you were to continue, it would change the relationship between you two for good. Turning your face towards him, you nodded slowly but firmly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Kyojuro,” You leaned closer to his face, your warm breath fanning over his lips, “I want you.”

Hearing the way his name fell from your lips with such a need, it made his heart slam against his ribcage; to hear you say those words will forever be on his mind. He wasted no time crashing his lips with yours, this time with a much more lustful vigor than the other times. Knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you made him feel almost grateful for this night as it gave you both to finally hash out the feelings you harbored for one another.

Kyojuro’s grip on you loosened as his lips strayed from yours, making a trail down your jawline to the nape of your neck. The soft moans he pulled from you were a heavenly melody, one he wanted to hear more of. His mouth remained stuck to your neck, sucking on the delicate skin before laving over the spot with his tongue. His ministrations caused you to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to continue the assault with his mouth all while his grip began to tighten once again.

With his grip on your secure, he stood up on his knees and shifted you to the side to push the stool you previously sat on out of the way so he could lay you down on the mat. You pulled the pin out of your damp hair, letting it splay around your head. Kyojuro rested on his calves between your legs, studying your body before him; the fabric you wore was ruffled, yet still hid most of you from him. Bringing himself to hover over you, he began to place chaste kisses starting from your swollen lips all the way down to your neck and soon to your collarbone.

“All these bruises…” Brushing the fabric away, he sighed as he took note of the violet bruises that were spreading; letting his fingers graze over them, his eyes came to yours and a soft smirk filled his lips. “You wouldn’t mind a few more, would you?”

You hummed eagerly as he brought his mouth down on your chest, continuing to suck at the skin until it blushed; soothing it afterward with his tongue and a soft kiss. Hearing him speak like that made the pit in your abdomen flutter; you never heard him speak anything like this to anyone and you liked it knowing that you were the one he chose to show this side of him to.

His hands busied themselves with the ribbon that secured the fabric on your body. As his kisses trailed lower, he tugged the knot out of the ribbon and the fabric fell to the sides of your body, exposing the rest of your figure to the nipping breeze that snuck in from the crack in the shoji. Your cheeks heated up as he took a moment to admire your breasts; the way you turned slightly away as your cheeks heated continued to fuel his lust for you.

His kisses continued down the valley of your breasts but soon trailed off to one of the plush mounds, latching onto the skin and sucking softly, dragging a wanton moan past your lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, letting his teeth graze it to tease you. Knowing that your other breast lacked attention, his free hand ran up your side to palm it, kneading it as gently as possible. Your back arched upwards, pressing his face into your breasts just to try and feel more of what he was giving.

Kyojuro’s mouth detached from your breast with a soft pop, leaving you wining from the loss of pleasure, but not for long as his mouth switched to the other, giving it the same sweet treatment he did the other, even switching his hands to be fair in his actions. Your fingers wove themselves deep into his flaxen locks, lightly gripping his scalp as you felt the ache in your abdomen grow.

Despite your soft whines, Kyojuro abandoned your breasts and continued his trail of kisses down your abdomen, feeling your body tremble as he got lower and lower. It was a moan mixed with a wince that halted his movements, causing him to look up at you with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my ribs, but I promise I'm okay.” Sucking in a short breath, you let your hand run through his hair, trying to wipe away any concern he has for you at this point. “If something’s wrong, I’ll tell you.”

Nodding his head, he continued downward, avoiding your ribs and starting from your navel down. His kisses began to fade as he reached the hem of your panties. Sitting back on his calves, Kyojuro paused for a moment to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance and the wet patch on your panties; he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt, making you gasp at the sudden touch on your sensitive cunt. He couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto his lips as he thought that just his touch alone brought you to this point.

Starting from the curves of your side, his calloused fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving behind a prominent trail of goosebumps in their wake as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down your legs before setting them aside. His hands ran back up your legs as he leaned down to bring his face close to your cunt; he could feel your nerves through your shaky legs. Looking from your slick cunt to your scrunched face, he turned towards your right inner thigh, and starting from the middle of the plush skin, he left feathery kisses behind as he made his way back to your core.

Your breath hitched as you felt his breath get closer to your cunt; the anticipation was driving you crazy, so much that you lost control of your breath and felt the burn in your ribs as your lungs pushed against them. You did your best to push the pain to the back of your mind as you felt him stop. Your shaky breath filled the air as you felt his lips land on your other thigh to repeat the same teasing steps.

Your sharp gasp rang loud over the rumbling of the thunder the outside as you felt his fingers sliding through your folds, starting at the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your bundle of nerves, gathering your slick on his fingers so they would glide effortlessly in soft circles over your throbbing clit. He watched as your face scrunched more, your eyes screwing shut as your breath got caught in your throat. Broken moans left your lips; despite their softness, the sound was ringing louder in Kyojuro’s ears rather than the loud claps of thunder outside; your moans spurred on the blood flow to his hardening member.

His fingers left your clit, choosing to run up through your folds once more before letting a single finger slowly inched its way inside all the way till the base of his knuckle. He watched with a soft smile as your back arches off the mat and into his hand.

“You really are wet, aren’t you?” He mused, mostly to himself, but the small hum you made at his question made his hard cock twitch. “This really is all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You barely had enough breath to answer him. Looking down at him, the sight of his face being so close to your cunt made you turn away out of shyness. The way his finger curled against your sweet spot had you gasping before you could continue, “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your words motivate him to please you more. Pumping his finger into your sopping cunt, he let his finger press against your sweet spot with every other stroke, slowly twisting the coil in your abdomen. The saccharine moans that leave your lips made his cock throb; the way you were losing your composure with just his fingers, he can’t help but wonder how you would fare with his cock.

Hooking his arms around your thigh, he lowered his mouth to your cunt to let his tongue lap at your folds, leaving soft licks around his fingers pumping into your cunt all the way up to your clit. His mouth latched onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking just enough to let it go with a soft pop before repeating his motions. The noises that left your lips were sinful as your legs trembled at how his muscle worked away on your swollen clit, not paying no mind to your juices that coat his lips and chin. He tries to pull more from you, running his free hand up and down your sides to keep your back to the mat.

Slipping in his middle finger to stretch your hole more, your hands laced through his locks, lightly tugging when the pads of his fingers stroked your sweet spot with more vigor. Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook, slowly closing in on his head. Kyojuro could feel the pressure of your thighs squeezing his head, yet he did nothing to stop them, instead welcoming it as he listened to your words become mere babble as you came on his fingers.

As your thighs loosened from his head, he pulled his mouth off your dripping cunt with a soft pop, placing a soft kiss before sitting back up and pulling his fingers from you, cleaning your juices from his fingers with his mouth. Your shaking figure before him was a sight to behold; before this night, you were always a strong-willed person, holding your ground in everything, but to see you with your chest heaving and your legs shaking with pleasure, he couldn’t help but love this soft, pliable side of you.

Kyojuro knelt in between your legs, rubbing your thighs as you came down from your high. You could only look at him with hooded eyes as you tried to keep up with his hands running down your knees to your hips and up your sides to fondle your breasts, before letting one hand caress your face while the other supported his weight beside your head. Still in a daze, Kyojuro placed his lips on yours to bring you back to the moment with him.

Your good leg came to rub up against his side while your hand ran down the side of his face to his exposed chest, feeling his sculpted muscles before snaking under the fabric to claw at his back. With your other hand, you tugged at the ribbon around his waist, the knot he tied came undone with ease. Kyojuro pulled away from you, sitting up to shrug the restricting fabric off his body before coming to hover over you once more, continuing the kiss.

You were in awe, admiring his physique in the sudden flashes that the lightning provided. Your hands touched every expanse of muscle you could; his abs, his arms, all before settling on his back as you felt his throbbing cock pressing into your thigh, feeling it twitch with every soft moan you let slip past your swollen lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, Kyojuro stared at you before letting his hand adjust himself so his tip was lined up with your entrance, your release already dripping onto his throbbing tip, making it hard for him to resist the urge to thrust into you. But he doesn’t give in, instead, he lets his eyes ask for him, his voice being too busy trying to concentrate on holding back his pleasure for yours.

With a small peck on the corner of his lips, you hold his gaze as he slowly pushes into your weeping cunt. Your mouth fell open as your strangled gasp filled the air while a low groan vibrated deep within Kyojuro’s chest, the light resistance testing his patience. His head fell into the nape of your neck as your hand found purchase in his locks, while the other clawed at his back, feeling the muscles constricting with his slow movements.

Your spasming cunt sucked in his cock, inch by inch; the time in between rests did little to help you adjust to how thick he was. Your moans soon twisted into soft whimpers as he continued; he felt a pang of guilt at the hint of pain he was causing; his fingers did little to help you stretch for his cock, but you both knew you couldn’t turn back now, especially when the pleasure was outweighing the pain.

His hips stilled at the sudden cry that left your throat. He watched your eyes screw shut as you tugged him lower to your own body, holding him close for quite some time; he felt your nails drag on his back. Turning his head to plant a kiss behind your ear, he spoke softly, “What’s wrong? I’ll stop if—”

“Please don’t,” you whined, your chest rising in short breaths to stop the sudden pain from the deep breaths that filled your lungs, “I’m alright, just please don’t stop.”

Seeing that a tear rolled down from the crease of your eye, he kissed it, tasting the saltiness of it in his lips before continuing to ease himself into you until he felt his hips come flush against yours; the feeling robbing the both of you of your breath.

The way your slick walls clenched around him, squeezing his pulsing cock was driving him crazy. His lips came to capture yours, to distract you from squirming your hips; he wanted to move so badly but he knew you both needed the time to adjust to one another.

Kyojuro slowly began to pull out from your dripping cunt a little before easing himself back in; he repeated the fluid motion all the way until when he pulled out, only his tip remained inside before sheathing himself all the way in, leaving no space between their hips.

Your nails dug into his back, struggling to keep your breathing under control. The way his hard cock dragged against your slick walls pulled the sweetest and deep moans from your throat. His hooded gaze watched your brows furrow as your mouth opened agape, the sight and sound of your pure pleasure had his breath growing heavy and guttural moans spilling from his parted lips; the mixture of your moans overpowered the harsh noises from the storm just outside the room.

Kyojuro’s forearm flexed as he lowered his head back to your nape, letting his lips brush over the shell of your ear. His shuddering groans rang loudly in your ear and traveled down to your weeping cunt, squeezing him. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he slowed his pace, stalling the building tension in his abdomen.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He breathed, his lips dragging over the delicate skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine, “You’re taking me so well…almost like you were made for me.”

He groaned as your walls clenched down around him at his words, your back arching as his thrusts grew suddenly sharper but still tender. Your hands ran up and down his back as his chest came to graze yours, leaving only his hips to have motion. He lifted himself off of you, resting back on his knees before letting his hands gently grab your legs to spread them further to reach deeper than before. Your hands latched onto his wrists as they gripped your hips to remain stable as sheathed his cock in you with his precise thrusts.

It was the sight of your breasts bouncing, moving with the power of his thrusts, that kept him on a consistent rhythm; the way your arms framed them mesmerized him. He burned the image into his mind as he kept moving in and out of you at a mild pace. His grip gets softer as he heard you whine, your legs trembling once more just like moments ago. The coil in your belly was twisting tightly and he knew any moment it would snap.

“K-Kyojuro…”

“It’s alright, let go, I got you.” His voice was soft yet strained as he coaxed you to your release. Your drawn out moans mixed in with his groans as he felt the walls of your cunt spasm around his aching cock, squeezing him so hard, he could feel his own release rising quickly. His golden eyes screwed shut as he continued his thrusts, focusing on the sweet whimpers that left your parted lips and the way your release let his cock slide in and deeper with such ease.

His release was building quicker than he imagined, the knot in his abdomen making it almost painfully hard to keep going, his cock twitched uncontrollably while his groans signaled he was desperate to reach his high. He found himself coming to hover over you once more, burying his face in your neck while his arm snaked under your semi-arched back, pushing it up to be flush against his, while his other hand traveled to the fat of your injured thigh, folding it higher and tucking your knee close to his side as he reached deeper than before. You were on the edge of being overstimulated, but you didn’t care as long as you got Kyojuro to the sweet release he was looking for.

His hips faltered and the words he wanted to speak fumbled on his tongue as he pulled himself out of your spasming cunt just in time to paint the outside of your cunt in white. His shuddering breaths fill your ear as you feel his cock still jumping as it laid on your throbbing clit. With his eyes still shut, he listened to your labored breaths and focused on the feeling of your body pressed against his.

A tender silence fell upon the air in the room, the storm’s harsh patter of rain on the room being muffled to the two of you. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him as one remained woven in his messy locks, soothing the both of you as you both came down from the highs you gave each other. It feels like forever that you both lay there, basking in the calming presence of one another.

Kyojuro lifted his head to let his gaze meet your hooded one; he could see the exhaustion clear in your features, yet you still gave him the most delicate smile. Taking in their feature one last time, he placed his lips upon yours, kissing you once more before forcing himself to peel himself off of you to go retrieve one of the small rags you brought in earlier to clean you with.

Cleaning you up first then himself, he picked you up and brought you to the bedding he had set up earlier, helping you slip under the thin blanket, covering you completely while he draped the spare blanket across his lower half. You rolled over on your good side to face him, letting your tired eyes take in the soft features of his relaxed face, saving the kind image for your creeping slumber. Your head rested on his chest while your leg laid over his abdomen. The rush of cool air ran over the both of you, causing you to snuggle into his side, stealing some of the warmth he always had too much of.

Kyojuro took the opportunity to let his calloused hands run through your semi-damp locks, fiddling with the ends as the sound of the heavy rain striking the roof echoed in the room. The tranquil silence between you two gave Kyojuro time to think about the words he wanted to say, rewording and rephrasing it over and over in his mind; he just wanted it to be perfect.

“Kyojuro?” Your small voice pulled him from his thoughts as he hummed, urging you to continue.

“I—” you paused, your own words getting caught in your throat as you stared at the shoji, watching the rain pour through the small crack. Your mind made you believe the words you wanted to say were too heavy for a situation such as this, so with a soft sigh you pulled him closer, “Thank you for confessing.”

“I should thank you,” he insisted, head tilting down to look at you, “If it wasn’t for your actions, we probably would’ve never had the conversation we had that would’ve led to what we just did.” The pink that dusted your cheeks made him smile, but it soon faded as he got serious, “Just promise me that you’ll do better, if not for yourself, then for me?”

You nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“Alright, well you try to get some rest now, okay?” Placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he ran his hand over your back, his touch instantly relaxing you. You hummed and wished him a good night before feeling yourself drift off into your awaiting slumber.

Kyojuro was content with how the night had ended, the air had been cleared between you two and your relationship had advanced. Yet, it was the state of your relationship that troubled him, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was for better or worse and that thought remained in the front of his mind as he drifted off beside you.

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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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I Think He Knows

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute pining fluff fic

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.

“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”

“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”

You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.

“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.

“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”

She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”

“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”

You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”

“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.

“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”

“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”

“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”

She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”

You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”

Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.

“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”

“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.

“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.

“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”

“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.

“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”

JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.

“So am I not invited to the party?”

“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “

“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”

“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly.

Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.

“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”

“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”

“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”

“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.

“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you.

“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”

“Shut it Morgan.”

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it.

It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.

“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”

“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”

“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.

“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”

This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.

“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”

“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”

“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.

“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”

Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”

“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”

“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”

“You’re on Y/N/N.”

7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”

You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Have you told him?”

You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”

“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”

You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.

“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”

He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”

You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”

He paled, “And do what?”

“We’re going on our first date.”

He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed.

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him.

You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at.

“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”

You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”

You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”

He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”

“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”

So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.

His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book.

After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.

He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours.

At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10.

She could definitely spare a couple of minutes.

“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”

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jimlingss · 4 years ago

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I really enjoyed reading your fic fall in hatred with jin and liked the concept of a couple on the verge of a divorce. I thought I’d make a request for an angsty marriage/divorce au with another member like jk but it ends fluffy🥺

Whether you take this request or not, I wanted to say that you’re a great writer and I always love reading your stories 💜

↳ Honeymoon Horrors

3.7k || 55% Angst, 45% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Divorce!AU

It was great when it started. Cloud nine had descended down and made its home above both your heads. You were practically floating, swooning, living a romance that Nicholas Sparks would’ve envied. You felt like you were on a permanent high as if weed and cocaine was permanently stuck in your system. You had reached enlightenment and you were permanently euphoric. How could you not be? You had met your soulmate after all. But as the years passed, it came tumbling down. Cloud nine started to rain. You swooned so hard that you struck your head against the edge of the kitchen counter. Instead of floating, you were getting dragged down to hell and the high you felt turned into a crash. Most importantly, you became enraged. And you’re still mad now. When you watch your wedding videos, all you can do is throw popcorn at the screen and scream at the grinning bitch that she’s making the worst mistake of her life. Life’s full of plot twists, isn’t it? And you can only chuckle at that realization now. Because what was meant to be the honeymoon you never had, a replacement honeymoon of sorts, is turning out to be a nightmare. “Hey. Can you move?” You rip off your headphones. “Excuse me?” “You’re taking up all of the space.” Yoongi stares at you lazily. “This is supposed to be my armrest.” “No. This is mine. That’s yours.” “No. Yours is next to the window. This one is supposed to be mine. If you’re that uncomfortable, you should’ve just given me the window seat.” You scoff and shove his arm off the armrest with your own. The half-offended, half-amused expression on Yoongi’s face is utterly stupid. It’s as if he’s judging you for being childish when he was the one who started this. You wish you could punch him square in the nose. “If you want me to move, then why don’t you move your legs? You’re taking up all the leg room!” “You’re only out of space because you had to put your purse under the seat.” “Where else am I supposed to put my purse?!” “Do you see me carrying a purse?” Suddenly, there’s a clearing of the throat. A female flight attendant is standing at the aisle and leaning over while wearing a perfectly, cordial smile. “Is there a problem over here?” Your eyes narrow into the nosy bitch sitting across the aisle who probably tattled. You saw her looking in the corner of her eye from the very start. “No. Not at all.” Yoongi smiles easily. “We’re fine.” There’s an urge to roll your eyes. In all honesty, you underestimated Yoongi. While your divorce was well on its way and heading off like a bullet train, you had forgotten how petty he was. Exactly like you. Maybe that’s why for a period of time, you suited one another so well. With the deposit already given on what was supposed to be the honeymoon extravaganza you never had and the plans already made long ago, you were set on going no matter what. Except he was also set on going. The asshole couldn’t give up and neither were you willing to give in. So here you were. With your worst nemesis. “Can you repeat that?” “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no possible way we can get you two rooms.” The receptionist looks up from her computer screen. “You originally booked the presidential suite, correct?” “Yes, but we changed it into two regular rooms a while ago,” Yoongi says. His brows are cinched together and he’s gripping onto the itinerary tightly. The girl behind the front desk looks at her computer again and clicks twice but probably at nothing. “I’m so sorry. It looks like it didn’t register into our system. Is there anything else I can do for you?” This is dreadful. As if things couldn’t get worse, they got much much worse. “Great.” You haul in your luggage, no thanks to him. “This is just great.” “Yeah, keep complaining,” Yoongi grumbles, “See how much that helps.” “Shut up.” On the top floor, the room is quiet and open. There’s a love seat in front of a flat screen television, a dining room and an open kitchen and bar. The large glass windows fully face the sandy, blue beach and allows light to pour into the enormous space. There are two chairs outside the private terrace and a jacuzzi too. But as beautiful as the place is, you feel bitter. It should’ve been great. It would’ve been great if you were alone. And to make matters worse, it seems like the resort hadn’t gotten the news that your relationship with Yoongi was essentially decimated. Not when there was a scattered rose petal path leading up to the king-sized bed which also had two folded doves on it with the word ‘congratulations’ spelled out in more petals. There’s also a note: I hope you enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Min. And neither of you miss the mountainous stack of condoms on the nightstand. Yoongi’s pale. “Christ.” The knock on the door breaks the thick tension. Yoongi opens the door, and he immediately steps back as two enthusiastic employees enter while wheeling in a silver cart. “Aloha, welcome to Hawaii! Are you the newlyweds?” “Umm…” The two of you are well past that period. To be exact, you married nearly two years ago, but you don’t know how to break it to them. Yoongi’s never been good with words either. “Enjoying your honeymoon, aren’t you? Congratulations!” The older man is excited as if he was the one who got married. “We bought you a bottle of our best champagne to celebrate and hope you have an everlasting marriage!” The girl beside the man pops the cork and pours the champagne, and you realize it would be more painless to go along with it. “Thanks,” you mumble, taking your flute of champagne and nearly downing the entire thing in one go. Yoongi holds his and raises a brow at you. “We also have a red velvet cake.” He shows you on the busy cart. “And our freshest chocolate strawberries just made earlier by our finest chef. I think you’ll enjoy this chocolate as well.” “Thank you.” Yoongi offers a faint smile. “This is really nice.” “Of course, of course! Anything for our newlyweds!” There’s a small bowl of almonds next to the chocolates and two raw oysters served on a plate. It’s odd with the ensemble, but then the man leans closer as if revealing a secret and puts a hand by his mouth. “It is said almonds, chocolate and oysters are aphrodisiacs.” You choke on your champagne, sputtering. The girl grins. Yoongi’s wide-eyed. He collects himself quicker than you do. “Thank you.” Luckily the friendly, borderline-overbearing staff leave the both of you to it and you’re put out of your misery. For only a moment. “Are you going to finish that bottle of champagne by yourself?” Yoongi asks across the room and you turn your head to see his cocked brow. Of course, he’s unpacking. The asshole doesn’t know how to relax and always has to make you look bad. You scoff. “I’m about to open the red wine too.” “Never thought I’d see you be reduced to a drunk so quickly.” “Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re always judging and nitpicking me.” “I was making a comment.” “Yeah and no one asked you to,” you mumble into the glass. Yoongi eyes you. “You don’t have to get so upset, Y/N.” “Are you serious?” Your posture straightens, legs lifted off the chair you propped them on and feet shifted onto the ground. “I was sitting here minding my own business. Why don’t you mind your own business.” “I just thought you didn’t want to be sloppy when dinner hasn’t even started yet.” “I know how to control my pacing.” Yoongi snorts. Your tongue rolls inside your cheek. “Excuse me?” “What?” “You look like you want to say something.” “No. Not at all.” You place the flute down onto the table. “Say it, Yoongi.” “I thought you said I should mind my own business.” “You’re such a condescending asshole, you know that?” Yoongi stops folding his shirt and shuts the drawer. His expression is impassive and it irritates you more. “Pot meets kettle.” “For someone who’s supposedly quiet, you fucking never know how to shut up.” “Can’t you just calm down, Y/N? Unlike what you think, I’m not trying to get on your nerves. I’m trying to enjoy this trip.” “Why are you acting like I’m the only one getting upset and that I’m the crazy one,” you spit, and he opens his mouth as if to say you are being crazy. But you don’t let him— “Don’t you dare say it. Fuck you, Yoongi. You don’t think I’m trying to enjoy this too? You think I wanted it to be like this?!” “Maybe if you weren’t trying to pick a fight with me every goddamn second, you would have a good time, woman.” “You’re the one who’s always trying to pick a fight with me!” He sighs, body language dismissive to what you’re saying. “Stop being so upset—” “Well too bad, I am upset! So just let me be!” You stand on your feet, teeth gritted and fist clenched. You’re practically screaming across the suite but there aren’t any close enough neighbours to complain. “You’re always telling me what I should and shouldn’t feel! This is exactly why we’re getting a divorce!” With the last word said, you stomp away and the bathroom door slams shut. It’s the only place you can be alone, but even then, the four walls are frosted glass. … You’re not sure who brought up divorce first. It’s not like it matters. But one thing you do know is that it came up in an argument. A jab where someone’s sole intention was to hurt. And the other person stubbornly retaliated with ‘fine, have it your way’. You remember calling your lawyer and him calling his. The process continued and continued and as it did, so did your arguments as the two of you realized no one was going to stop it. It became more painful the more time that went on. Clearly, it meant he was serious about it. Clearly, he didn’t care if he was happy to sign divorce papers. So you made yourself not care too. And it continued to snowball like that. Before you knew it, you were telling your families that the divorce was happening, much to their distress. Before you knew it, here you were. By the time you get out of the bathroom, Yoongi’s gone. He probably left for some peace and quiet. After all, it’s volatile when you’re together. It’s not like you want it to be that way, it just became that way. What sucks the most is that you know he’s right. You’re part to blame for the recent argument. You got too worked up unnecessarily. You’re constantly on the defensive as if he’s out to attack you. And once it’s quiet, you hate that you shouted. But he has his own part to blame too. Yoongi knows how to get under your skin. He knew he was egging you on and he didn’t stop. So it escalated and escalated. You end up wandering the resort by yourself. You enjoy the sunset on the beach and when the dinner buffet is open, you sit alone with your plate, staring out into the empty abyss of the ocean shrouded in darkness. All around you, there are families and lovers, jovial music that’s inviting. Yet you feel isolated in the crowd. You try to move around, preoccupy yourself. But the last thing you expect is to see Yoongi. Across the bar. With a pretty, young girl on his arm. A sun-kissed blonde, to be specific. Wearing a crop top with booty shorts. Yoongi’s nursing a whisky on the rocks, his usual drink, as she grasps onto his bicep. The swell of her breasts are practically pushed onto him. She says something and he smiles. At the same time, something boils in the pit of your stomach. It’s pure, unadulterated rage. Before you know it, you’ve turned on your heel and beelined to the hotel lobby bar. You call yourself hard liquor and down the drink as you seethe. The image of him and that Barbie doll is seared into your mind, flashing beneath your eyelids each time you blink. The liquid burns and tears pool into your eyes, but you hold them back. The bar is busy, filled of guests constantly ordering, so no one notices that you keep downing bitter drinks until there’s a tap on your shoulder— “Aloha.” A concerned employee looms over you. “Is everything alright?” That’s when you realize you’ve been drinking by yourself for three full hours. The table’s crowded with glasses and the ones on the edge are a centimeter away from falling over. You end up waving him away and stumbling back to the room. The world is teetering and you try to lean onto the wall for balance. It’s a miracle that you pressed the right number on the elevator when everything was swirling together. Or at least, you’re pretty sure this is the right floor. You pound on the door. “Yoongiiiiii! Yoongiii! Open up!” When there’s no response, you mutter ‘asshole’. Then your eye peels open and you realize you’ve been knocking against the door of the ice and vending machine room. You turn on your heel and careen to the next door. “Yooongiiii!” you whine his name in exasperation, cheek pressed against the smooth surface. You only have to call out twice before the door’s suddenly swinging open and you’re falling into the arms of your (soon-to-be ex-) husband. “‘Bout time. Was waiting foreverrr!” “Fuck.” Yoongi’s nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol and he grabs a hold of your shoulders, pulling you away from him, nose scrunched at your smell. He keeps you at a safe distance as if you were nervous middle-schoolers at your first dance. You hate it. Why can’t he just hug you? “God, how much did you drink, Y/N?” “Dunno. Lost my key card.” “What?” The door swings shut. “Are you banging a chick in our room?” you slur, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him. He was already changed into his soft pajamas, a blue checkered print that made him look so much cuter. It’s unfair. “Am I interrupting?” His brows cinch together, lips turning down. Yoongi’s visibly confused. “Ban—” “Saw you talkin’ to that pretty girl at the bar,” you huff, wobbling back and forth. He’s dumbfounded. “Who?” “Don’t play stupid!” You poke his chest with your finger. “That lil girl who looks like a model!” Yoongi winces at the volume of your voice and you add in frustration, “I’ll leave if you are, so just tell me already.” “No, I’m not sleeping with anyone, Y/N.” Yoongi fixes his arm around your waist to keep you balanced and he sighs, reaching down to help you take off your shoes. “So much for knowing how to pace yourself, Y/N,” he mumbles with a faint smile on his lips instead of the annoyance you’re used to. Yoongi loops your arm around his neck and begins to guide you towards the bed. But you stop, making your legs deadweight and you turn to him, staring into his eyes so deep, it’s like you’re looking into his soul. It’s pretty. “What?” he asks, almost uncomfortable by your intense gawking. “Do you not love me anymore?” “What?” “Just tell me, goddammit. Do you have no feelings towards me no more?” You pound your chest with your free hand. Yoongi plops you onto the love seat when he sees that you have no plans of making it to the bed. “Did everything mean nothin’ to you?” He remains silent. You angrily shout— “Answer me!” Yoongi flinches. “God, Y/N. You don’t need to scream, I’m right next to you.” He sighs and drags a hand over his face. “If it meant nothing to me, do you think I’d be taking care of you right now? Now sit here and wait.” With his dictatorial command wielded with his low voice, you pout but obey. Yoongi returns a minute later with your pajamas in one hand and a cool glass of water in the other. “Drink this. And all of it.” You nurse the glass of water with two hands and get a sip in. But your pout persists and before you know it, you’re bursting into tears. Yoongi all but freezes. “’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t wanna fight.” “Y/N.” “I don’t mean to be so mad! I’m sorry.” Yoongi kneels in front of you with a long sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he coaxes and tugs the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the beads of teardrops trekking down your cheeks. “I know you didn’t mean it.” “Really?” “Yes. If anything….I’m sorry too,” Yoongi mumbles solemnly and before you can react, he’s already moved on. “Now drink your water.” You cry into your glass, but you down the entire thing like he said and your crying stops by the end. “Arms up,” Yoongi commands and you listen to him. He peels off your shirt in one single swoop and tosses it aside. He helps you put on your pajama top without blinking an eye and pulls the hem of your leggings to replace those as well. Yoongi even takes a damp washcloth to wipe your face and you watch him the entire time. His lashes are long, and Yoongi’s so nice and reliable. “Let's get you to bed, alright?” You nod, and he guides you to it, having cleared the rose petals earlier. “So you didn’t sleep with her?” “No.” “Why not? She was hot!” “I wasn’t interested.” “Really?” “Really,” Yoongi assures as he sets you to sit on the edge of the mattress. He moves to pull the sheets and struggles with how tucked in they are. In the meanwhile, you get the greatest idea you’ve ever had— “Then fuck me instead before you fuck her.” “What?” Yoongi’s entire body goes rigid and he whips his head towards you with eyes that nearly bulge out of their sockets. You pout at him. “I wanna suck your dick and feel it in me, Yoongi. I miss it. When we used to have sex. It was so good.” “Oh, you are so drunk.” He chuckles, a sound that sounds so nice you wish you can hear it forever and ever. “You’re going to be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow, Y/N.” Yoongi pulls the sheet and is about to get you tucked in. But you steal the opportunity when he gets close and you loop your arms around his neck. “No, I’m not.” Your voice drops into a whisper. “Remember when you used to spit in my mouth? And you liked it sooo much.” You giggle when you notice his ears becoming hot and red. “You still like it now, don’t you, you nasty freak!” You smack him on the shoulder in the midst of your bubbling laughter and he winces. “Ow!” “Imagine if I got pregnant from it too!” you add in your hysterics. “Let’s not.” “I always thought our kids would be so cute. Especially if they got your cheeks.” You reach and tug on Yoongi’s cheeks while giggling. He lets you have your fun, staying still and letting you squish his face together. And in your drunken state, you don’t realize how tender his eyes become. “We’re getting a divorce, Y/N.” You frown. “Why on earth would we do that?” “Because,” he murmurs. “Let’s not,” you slur. “Can’t we cancel it?” It goes quiet with Yoongi gazing into your eyes. “Do you even know what you’re saying?” “Yeah.” You grow sheepish. “Aren’t you supposed to get a divorce if you hate each other?” “That’s how it works generally.” Yoongi stands and gently presses on your shoulder to lay you down. The pillows feel soft underneath your head and he starts to tug the covers up to your chin. “But I don’t hate you. I care a loooooot about you.” You sulk. “Otherwise, why’d I get jealous when I saw you at the bar?” The corner of his mouth tugs. “So you’re admitting you were jealous?” “Wouldn’t you get jealous if you saw me with someone else?” Yoongi thinks about it. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” He finally admits, “Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed.” You hum contently, lids becoming uncontrollably heavier. You want to stay up. It’s so much fun talking to Yoongi. It feels like forever since you talked to him like this. But you’re so tired. And comfortable. You want him to cuddle and spoon you to sleep. Yoongi cuddles are the best. “Yooongiiii.” You call out to him with your eyes closed. “Yeah?” “I think—” You go dead quiet and after three seconds, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then your mouth moves again. “—I loooove you.” A beat later, your two arms suddenly raises up into the air. Hands measuring about a ruler stick length. “This much.” He snorts and turns off the lamp. “Go to sleep, Y/N.” … When you wake up the next morning, your head is absolutely pounding. For the first time, you detest how much light the damn room lets in. You also curse aging and having to suffer hangovers when five years ago, you were perfectly unscathed the next day after drinking. Luckily, there’s advil on the bedside with a tall glass of water and you down the entire thing after taking a pill. You’re not so sure where these came from, but your answer is across the room. Yoongi, realizing you’re awake, has an amused smile on his face and his brow cocked. More importantly, his eyes have somehow softened. You groan, remembering last night. Every detail. Every word. Like a film that could be played back. It’s mortifying and even without your obvious reaction, Yoongi’s been with you long enough to know how superb your memory is even after being wasted. He knows you know. And the worst part? You meant it all.

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musings-of-a-rose · 3 years ago

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I suddenly want a super happy, fluffy drabble as the sequel of Adored, where it takes places 3 years after Adored, Missy, Zoe and their little siblings - a toddler boy Gabriel(Gabe) and a new baby girl Valeria(Val), Anita, Marc and his new wife and Marc's new wife's mother having a nice, sweet family-friendly pool party at Marc's house for Zoe's birthday. ^^

Adored Part 2

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!wife

Word Count: 700+

Rating: This fic is mild and tame, just family fluff, but my blog is Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: There’s family and kid stuff in here if that isn’t your jam. Also, mentions of breastfeeding (FED is best - we don’t judge here!). Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is a sequel of sorts to Adored and is not beta’d. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

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“Marcus? Could you bring more drinks?”

“On it.”

Marcus heads back in the house, narrowly escaping a giant splash from Missy launching herself into the pool.

“Missy! Be careful around your sister!” You turn Valeria away from the splash just in time, thankful she’s strapped to you in her baby wrap. Smelling the top of her head, you plant a light kiss there. She’s growing so fast - already 4 months old.

Anita and your mother are fawning over Gabriel (Gabe), yours and Marcus’s 3 year old son and he is eating up the attention.

“Look at how strong you are!”

Gabe flexes his arm, showing off his muscles as he smirks at his grandmothers. “I’m strong like my dada!”

“Yes you are!”

Valeria stirs in her place against you, starting to cry so you bounce and hush her while finding a lounge chair that’s under an umbrella Marcus had placed there for you. Settling back on the chair, you shift Valeria around and pull your suit down, watching as Valeria latches immediately to you and starts to drink. You look out across your yard, watching as the grandmas chase Gabe around the yard, Missy pushing Zoe around on a pool floatie, and Marcus - balancing 3 boxes of drinks to place in the cooler. He stands, stretching his back as his eyes find you. He sits in the chair next to you, watching Valeria have her lunch.

“She’s getting so big already,” He says with a bittersweet tone.

“She is. She’ll be walking soon and then off on her own.”

Marcus glares at you. “Don’t rush her.”

“Never.”

Marcus moves his hand and his chair picks up slightly off the floor and moves right next to yours, setting itself back on the ground. He leans in, cupping the back of Valeria’s head before smelling the top of her head, the same as you did. His eyes move to your face, watching you take in your family, the happy screams, the laughter, the smiles.

You turn your head to Marcus. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me this.” you gesture towards your family.

“I’m fairly certain you made the majority of these kids.”

You chuckle. “But you definitely helped.”

His eyes darken as he smirks. “That was the fun part.”

“Marcus!” You slap his arm playfully as you both laugh.

“But seriously, Marcus. You took a chance on me, let me into your home, welcomed me to your family, and now we’ve created more. I just…I don’t know where I’d be without you.” You furiously wipe away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. “Sorry. Hormones.”

Marcus cups your cheek, turning your head to look at him. “It’s us who are the lucky ones. Missy and I…we never thought we’d be able to have someone else in our lives. It didn’t seem possible. But then you found us. I think it was Maria, guiding you to us at the perfect time. She was always one step ahead.”

Marcus and you sit in silence for a while, watching your kids run and play. Zoe manages to get out of the pool, water dripping down from her and leaving a path as she runs up.

“Mom! When is cake?”

“Oh is the birthday girl ready for cake now?”

“Yup!”

“Get your sister and brother to start drying off and then we’ll do cake.”

“YES!” Zoe runs off to direct her siblings.

“I can’t believe she’s 5.” Marcus exclaims and you agree.

“5 going on 50.”

He places his hand on your bare thigh, rubbing little circles into it.

“I love you, querida.”

“I love you too, Marcus.”

He gives you a chaste kiss that he tries to deepen, but Gabe runs up at that moment, slamming himself into his dad.

“Gabe!”

“Come on dad! Let’s fight!” He starts throwing the tiniest punches and Marcus smiles.

“Alright, alright. Maybe after cake. Come on.”

Gabe runs towards the table where the cake is set up. Marcus extends a hand down to you and you take it, pulling yourself to stand with Valeria still attached to you. Walking over to the table, your entire family crowds around it as Marcus lights the candles, singing happy birthday to Zoe in English and Spanish.

Life is good.

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cow-smells · 4 years ago

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You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

Words: 2981

Warnings: none

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

Two could play at that game.

“You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

“Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

“Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

“Deal.”

“Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

“Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

“Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

“Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

“Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

“Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

“I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

“If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

“Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

“Hm?”

“Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

“Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

“Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

“Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

“Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

“Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

“You're totally in to the freak!”

“What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

“Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

“After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

“Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

“Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.

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minor-solemnity · 4 years ago

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yay you're taking requests!! i would lovee if you could doing a tom and reader pair. something fluffy, maybe when he wants to make sure he didn't hurt her during sexy time😳 idk something along the lines of aftercare. love you bb

Ahh thank you and yesss aftercare, fluff, comfort - all my favourite things! I hope you enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing it haha <3

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Companion Fic: Truth Will Out

Tender, We Lay Bound

“Darling, you were perfect,” He murmurs. He tilts your head upwards and you take in his expression, concerned and fond and proud. Of you - Tom’s proud of you, and that realisation does wonders in settling your nerves. “Come here, let me look after you.”

You flop back against the soft pillows and immediately begin to burrow under the covers, feeling sated and glowing in the aftermath of your orgasm. What you want right now is a hug and to fall asleep in Tom’s arms. Tom it seems has other ideas though and you poke your head out from under the duvet, still feeling hazy and dizzy and slightly giddy. You watch with mild curiosity and confusion as he roots around in his bedside table drawer for a few seconds before he finds what he’s looking for. He passes you a small vial, not dissimilar from the one that he’d given you earlier, except the vial you're holding now is full of something that looks like mercury.

It’s at this point that your euphoric daze begins to lift and the gravity of what you’ve just done begins to set in, burying itself deep in your stomach and churning uncomfortably. You down the potion and the last effects of the Veritaserum lifts - your tongue feels like your own again and you know that if Tom were to ask you anything right now, it would only be his scarily accurate ability to weed out untruths that would stop you from lying. Well, that and the fact that you don’t like lying to him anyway.

The vial drops from your hands and you stare blankly at the canopy of his bed, willing the array of emotions that tumble around inside of you to still and calm. It’s no use though, now that you’ve started thinking about it and the implications of what you’ve done - what you’ve said - you can’t stop. You reach for Tom because of course, you do, and when you find him, you don’t let go.

“I… Was that okay?” You ask, and of course, what you’re really asking is if you were okay, if he’s pleased with you. You feel him shift and then his arms are wrapping around your torso, rubbing gentle, reassuring strokes down your sides as he pulls you close. Despite the slow rising anxiety inside you, you smile when he presses his lips against your forehead, the heat and weight of his body, and the calm, confident strokes of his hands are reassuring in a way that is impossible to fully describe.

“Darling, you were perfect,” He murmurs. He tilts your head upwards and you take in his expression, concerned and fond and proud. Of you - Tom’s proud of you, and that realisation settles your nerves as nothing else can. “Come here, let me look after you.” You press yourself close to him, throwing a leg over his hip and nestling against his side, your fingers splayed across his chest as he brushes your hair, damp with sweat, away from your eyes.

You stay like that, slotted together in quiet, peaceful silence for a few minutes, as your breathing deepens and a drowsy contentedness begins to take root and grow inside of you, overshadowing the worry you had been feeling earlier. Eventually, he shifts and you cling to his side, entirely unwilling to let him leave, but all he does is reach over and take a glass of water from his bedside table which he presses into your hands. “Drink this, you’ll feel better, I promise.” He watches you intently as you take a couple of gulps and pass it back to him, and you’re struck by how caring he’s being. It’s not a side of Tom that many people get to see; he’s an enigma to most other people. Polite, charming, a little distant, and very intimidating when he wants to be, but with you, he’s softer. Especially in moments like this when all his energy is focused on your wellbeing and happiness.

“Did I push you too far?” He asks at last, and you almost don’t want to answer. Because you’re honestly not sure - you’ve never been very good at talking about your feelings, something that you know annoys Tom, who wants to know every part of you as intimately as he can. You’re certain that’s why he wanted to use the Veritaserum - to allow you to tell him your wants and desires without the culpability of free will to get in the way.

You mull over your words carefully before answering, “It was… a lot?” And then, because he stiffens slightly, you continue, “I… You know I’m not good at telling you what I want. It’s embarrassing and I get scared that you’ll—” Realise that you’re not the person he wants. Find someone better. Leave. “—judge me, I guess.” He makes a low noise of protest in the back of his throat and a soft chuckle escapes you at the sound. “I enjoyed it though? I guess I’m surprised at how much I enjoyed it.” Without the Veritaserum in your system to force you to be honest, this admission feels far more important than any of the things you’d told him earlier. Honesty for the sake of honesty is not something you’re all that familiar with and you can tell by the way that Tom smiles, soft and indulgent and maybe a little smug that his plan worked the way he wanted it to, that he’s appreciative of you’re telling him the truth.

He passes you the water again and you drink obediently. Now that you’re more aware of your surroundings, you notice the way he watches you, taking in your every move and action no matter how minor, his eyes flickering across your face as though he’s trying to catalogue and dissect every micro-expression. His attentiveness and care fans the warm flame of love and happiness that burn bright inside of you whenever you’re near him. His expression grows serious for a moment and he reaches out to run his thumb across your cheek, curving your jaw before he twines a lock of your hair around his fingers. “I would never have suggested it if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it.” He says. “You have so many delicious thoughts hidden from me. I want to know all of them - all of you - and I’d never judge you for your desires.” Sincerity laces his voice, and though you know that he is an excellent liar, capable of hoodwinking almost anyone, you also know that he won’t lie to you about this. “Everything you told me tonight, can really only endear me to you more.”

A faint flush creeps up your neck and along your cheeks at his words and you bury your face in his chest, feeling more than hearing his laughter. “How?” Because you’d been fairly explicit in describing all the ways you wanted Tom to ruin you for anyone else, and whilst he certainly doesn’t seem put off by your secrets, you can’t really imagine why.

“Because I want the same things,” He says this simple and without shame, which is entirely unsurprising because you're not sure that Tom has ever once felt shame for things he wants, he begins to pet the top of your head and the light pressure of his palm against your scalp grounds and reassures you. “When I say I want to know all of you, I mean that there is no part of you that could possibly repulse me, of that I’m quite certain.” He pauses, and then adds in a more serious tone, “That you trust me to take you over the brink and bring you back again is… Important to me.” You hum in response and the two of you fall into a slow and easy quiet for a few minutes before he reaches over and finds a book. “Would you like me to read to you?” At your mumbled yes please, he huffs a quiet breath of laughter. Him reading to you has become a routine of sorts, on the days when you’re too tired from school, or, in this case, sex, he’ll recite passages from whatever book he’s reading at the time until everything but his voice is drowned out.

You can’t exactly remember when it was that you realised that you love him, or when you realised that he loves you, but in moments like this, when the world fades and all there that is left is the two of you, you feel that spring of love and safety begin to overflow. It’s just as overwhelming as everything else that has happened tonight and you lay there, in Tom’s bed, in Tom’s arms, drifting through the afterglow of your pleasure, your worries and anxieties abated as his voice, soft and smooth, soothes you to sleep.

Companion Piece: Truth Will Out

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rosiehufflepuff · 4 years ago

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DRACO X FEM READER !!

House : hufflepuff

Blood line : pure blood

Summary : you and draco has been friends for two years without anyone knowing however lately the secret is out , and people are shaming you about , you (a hufflepuff) is friends with the prince of the slytherin -draco Malfoy - which make him feel bad and ashamed leading to him push you away

Warning : it is little lengthy

Warning : self shame, angry! Draco, bullying, angst, TOO MUCH FLUFF, FLUFFY!DRACO

Year : fifth

Best friend ( maybe secret crush ) trope

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For two years we have been friends, two years you have been my safe place, two years , you both would meet in astronomy tower or the forbidden forest in the night , on the weekends , hidden from the preying eyes of the other people , not cause embarrassment or disgust in fact both of you and Draco loved that this was your thing , a secret , the time for you and him only , it felt like the world was empty and no human was other than you both together and all weight that was on your shoulders would left away , you would spend time together , talking , laughing , reading , or you writing and Draco painting silently enjoying the peace you both had till one day this imaginative world , this world that was owned by you both vanished in thin air ....

A gossiper student saw both of you, resulting of the next day the entire magic craft school, to know about the friendship and it wasn’t just knowing and being silent , no it was vicious and fast like a burning fire scattering through a woodland , that it pushed the Slytherin boy over the edge of anger and spite , resulting in him scanning every inch of the school, running around threatening the students till he found the one and only lavender brown , fueled by anger , seeing nothing but red , the boy corned her in some empty class, he shoved his wand in the Gryffindor neck , if he hated Gryffindor before , it was underestimated now as he despises them with every inch of his body .

To Draco , Gryffindor took the only opportunity for him to be in peace , to have control over his existence . They all were fortunate bustards , they were the heroes and painted him as the villain , he just wanted to be happy like them but they weren’t allowing it , to Draco they were the only genuine villains.

Nevertheless before the boy can do anything, Snape entered the class, seeing the scene in front of him, alarmed about the mix of anger, tensity and tears that crammed the room, the professor separated both of them by a spell of his wand , as he took the pale boy wand in his hand, shaming him for his doing and lack of control over his emotions with his gaze , ignoring the girl that crawled out of the class, as she thanks merlin for giving her another chance to live and probably now having the Slytherin house head as her favorite professor after this.

Of course this incident didn’t pass quietly, no, it reached Dumbledore , causing Draco to be called and putting Snape in the circumstance of defending the boy and only letting him go with losing 20 points from Slytherin and detention for two weeks , “of course albus would do that !! Any chance to push up his golden house “ draco mind filled with this belief as he raged out of the room, with heat filling his body to the Slytherin room ,all he wanted to be in his atmosphere immediately, away from all the preying gaze that he responded with glare directly making shy away in fear .

Throwing his body on the soft silky sheet of his bed , he couldn’t help but shove his head in hands , he knew!!!! he fully knew!!!!! , that the occurrence with the annoying Gryffindor girl will fuel the whole thing!! But he let his emotions out of control!!! He was so ashamed of his lack of control that he couldn't stop shaming himself till the sun rose up for the next day

His thoughts were correct ..... Merlin..... The following day, the whole school is either talking about the incident with the annoying girl or .... the second thing....... Which hurt him the most ... people were shaming y/n cause she was close to him? Draco was used to people believing terrible of him, .....truth......he wanted that to be his reputation but not that extreme ......... people were shaming her .... about how a Hufflepuff can be close with a nightmare like him .... and if she was a real Hufflepuff.........if she is going to be the first death eater from Hufflepuff.....

” Merlin... Doesn't this academy quiet ever......” draco couldn't help but whisper under his breath as he was done with this school.

Throwing himself in a seat of the slytherin ‘s eating table in the grand hall, hoping it would be quieter but Salazer........he was wrong

“ soooooooooo........ Malfoy!!!! what is with you and the badger girl “

Theo asked with smirk, earring him a sharp scowl from the pale boy, that brought shivers of fear that ran all over his body.

” first there is NOTHING , this school made a whole bloody mountain out of nothing!!!!!, next one more word about this on the table and I will hex anyone to the oblivious!”

the seriousness in Draco ’s words was exhibited , it was powerful that it shut the whole house members down, making everyone eat in silence, in the opposite side of the room, was the Hufflepuff table, he saw you, you have been friends for too long, of course he would be able to identify you so easily. His sharp cloudy grey eyes stopped on ur smiling figure, sensing outrage take over his body....... the words that was talked behind your back were something you never deserve it!!....... , to him .... you were like a flower and everyone tried to kill you from the roots and he was ready to do anything to protect you even stepping on his own heart ....

On your table things were quite different, everyone was cackling and chatting, no one bothered you or gossiped about you, cause as Hufflepuff, the morality of judging people without knowing them was odd, yes some questioned you and Draco friendship cause, well ...he is a git and you are wonderfully nice and cheerful ’so how did that happen? ’ to the rest of the house that was remarkable event

abruptly you felt strong gaze on you, as you notice who, you smiled and waved to the boy on the slytherin table, but his response gave you knot in your stomach, he frowned and got up from the table and walked away...’did I do something wrong ’ , that was weird reaction from the boy, he never behaved like that, sure he wasn't open, carefree and loud if he was he would be in Gryffindor but he was thoughtful with you, as he tried to act more with care as he didn't want to harm your feelings so this response stung a bit.

Then potions class came, you and Draco shared the class, he sat in front of you as he worked alone while you sat with your pal Luna Lovegood from ravenclaw, you finally had the opportunity to talk to your Slytherin friend and check on how is he doing .

so as soon as Snape turned to the board, you patted the boy shoulder to get this attention ” Draco...hi....” no response ” draco, are you okay? ” no response ” i fully know.. That you must be annoyed now but-” ” can we not talk now! I'm trying to concentrate on snape here ” he wasn't yelling but the sharp tone of his voice send you back down to your spot ” I'm sorry... ” even though, you know he must be mad, you couldn't help but get hurt, noticing the reaction on your face, Luna put her hand on yours as you both lock hands as giving you a smile assuring you that it is okay and she is here

she knew you and she knew Draco, it was fascinating to hear how you both are friends but yet she understood how Draco ’arse’ attitude was just a face for his household so she was happy that he got a friend like you in his life perhaps to free him but also she wasn't pleased about how he treated you now but all she can do was just to hold your hand to soothe your feelings .

But it wasn't only Luna who wasn't pleased no Draco himself, he heard the pain in your words and he was conscious of the Ice dripping in his tone, he hated how he couldn't control how feels, he trained all his life for that but he is failing that now ”wonderful malfoy , just incredible “

The potions class was done and you couldn’t be happier , you were out of this room finally Draco out of your sight ! ...you wanted to yell at him and be mad at him for hours, you wanted also to cry but no way in Merlin ’s bread you would cry for a boy , you always were tough emotionally and no way a icy tone will break you in tears “ we are not going to be this low now , hold it “ looking at yourself in the mirror of the girls bathroom , you took deep breathes as your walked yourself out, moving to your next chosen class which is magical music

this was your comforting class but now thanks to a current slytherin , you can’t put up with the music that plays but thanks to Helga kindness from her grave you have Luna with you a familiar face to look at when you crave to scream “ you look upset “ Luna calm voice cut your doze off , you sigh as you respond “ I’m Luna ..... and I shouldn’t be ... I understand his emotions but I’m furious... that he is dismissing mine !! Aren’t we friends !” “SHHHHH” Whispering louder than you aimed at , earned you undesirable scowlled looks , leading you to apologizing to the instructor and your class mates

“ well ..... why you don’t ask him ?? “ “ I want to......but it is hard finding Draco anywhere in Hogwart alone.........he always has people around.......” “ no he is ...” “ what ...wait ! ... what ? Really ??!”” “ SHHHHHHH” dismissing the glare from the male instructor , you and Luna continued the conversation “ Draco is a perfect , he can go out after the allowed hours as they quote to check on students “ “ yes I know this ..... “ “ but the point that is concealed that the Slytherin , use this privilege to spend time introverted in library .... I always saw him.......but...........I’m not his favorite person nonetheless yes ... that can be beneficial for you “

knowing what Luna meant, you nod slowly giving the girl big smile for her help “ Luna the words thank you , doesn’t explain how much I’m thankful for you “ both of you turned to the professor cause till now you both weren’t focusing with noticing how the teacher and class started to fed up on your missing notes, that was the best thing to do.

After finally the pain that you gave to your self and your fellow classmates with your messing notes in the music , you rushed to your dorm to change fast into more relaxed outfit that will suit the cold air that won’t only come from the late night but also from Draco himself , you changed to white shirt dress layered with V neck sage green sweater dress , skin colored stocking and beige combat boots , taking a deep breath to calm the anxiety that was slithering to your soul about meeting the slytherin after the incident, not knowing what his reaction will be as he sees you , you shoved this feelings in the very back of your soul , as you got out of the warm room, and faced by the coldness of the the schools hal, you fought the fear that tried to convince you back to your dorm , as you hurry to the library .

Reading a book in some quiet table alone in the very dark corner, that was your strategy for hiding from madam Irma prince, and somehow it worked as your presence went unnoticed by her or that is what you hoped so .

Soon the time passed soon it became the after hours , as you wait for the slytherin prince, somehow deeply inside , you wanted him to come and not come in same time ....

you didn’t know why but you felt uncomfortable about seeing him after the incident but the need to see him now and to converse with him about his attitude was a must for you.

glimpsing a white hair belonging to a faint dark body passing by, nearly like a ghost, you jumped up on your feet as you strode fast , trying to be calm as possible, you tug on the boy arm. Causing him to rotate, as he shoves his wand to your face with scowl before noticing you ”y/n!!!?! BLOODY HELL!! I almost hexed you!!! ” laying his wand away as his face softened a bit ” I'm sorry...but I need to talk to you.....” lifting up his eyebrow at you , questionably for a second before his Straight face appeared

“ we can’t talk anymore ...”

the words that you feared came scrambling hitting you like a train causing your mind to go blank for a sec before you speak again

“ what !!?? Why !!! We were fine till -“

“ yeah till! .... Till that gryffindor wrecked it ! And for that we can’t be friends anymore ... we can’t be seen together! ......Bloody Salazar, I need to report you to your perfect ! “

“ AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT !! CAUSE IM HUFFLEPUFF!! CAUSE YOU ARE SLYTHERIN !! CAUSE YOUR STATUE !! CAUSE THE PURE BLOOD SUPREMACY !! CAUSE SLYTHERIN IS THE ONLY HOUSE !! THAT IS ACCEPTED!!??”

Tears filled your sight, you didn’t care if whole hogwarts heard you , you were hurt , how did he toss you so easily after two years from being friends just cause his status , were you that cheap and meaningless to him? , were you just something for filling his unoccupied period ?.....didn’t he take you as friend or care about you? ...... Were people right about Draco and you are just naive...?

Your mind halts as your ears catch a heavy breathing sound , looking up to the boy in front of you resulting in your eyes growing enormous from the sight in front of you .....

You saw many emotions of draco , many than what most people think there are, but you never ever see him crying before , his gaze was wailing pain and hurt as his breaths was heavy in attempt to process his emotions ....

” you don't comprehend... I don't care about that... I deal with that day-to-day.... I'm the villain in the people eyes!! I was sorted in slytherin y/n... For Merlin sake!!! I'm a death eater in their eyes....no matter what !! ALL ’CAUSE THESE BLOODY BASTARD GRYFFINDORS... THAT WHAT WILL I ALWAYS BE... But you!!! You don't deserve that!! You don't deserve to be treated like that.....you are a good individual...”

” I don't mind draco!!!”

” BUT I DO!! .... You don't listen to what they say about you ......”

” who cares about what they mumble!! THEY ARE STRANGERS! ....Draco if you believe that I'm a good person......Then....You would know I would never mind about what people say and leave you for it !! I Care about my friend Draco here that I know!!!! anyone else no...hell with them to Godric’s fire!! ”

you went closer to draco, locking both of his hands in yours ” I would never quit on you, I will be here to support and...... draco you aren’t villain .... you are just a git that is all, but you are my best git and I’m here for you permanently “

you smiled looking at draco sobbing ’s eyes as you wiped his tears by one of your hands however not allowing his other hand to be out of your hand, squeezing it lightly as a way to confirm your message .

Peaceful moments passed by, with you both staying in your position, finally relaxing after some long day.

Till the slytherin decided to cut the silence

“ You fully understand that .... I wouldn’t ever report you to your perfect ..... “

“ yes I comprehend that, dear “

“ dear ? “

“Hey don’t get cheeky right now ... I just saw your fluffy side “

“ m’sorry, now shut it “

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MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE !! GO EASY ON ME !! I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT !!

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mnictasbcl · 4 years ago

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Deserve

Here is my next story for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife‘s #dbhcarolsandcircuits challenge, prompt DEC 9: Sharing a blanket.

Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor

Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Swearing, It started fluffy and now they’re crying, Self-worth issues, Hugs, Hank is best dad, Happy ending

Summary: On the night of Christmas Eve, Connor, excited for his first holidays, can’t sleep. He goes to Hank for help and more feelings are spilt than they were expecting.

Read it on AO3! Or, read below!

Anticipation was the most predominant emotion Connor felt on Christmas Eve. That, along with mingling excitement and happiness. It was his first holidays as a free android, after all.

The build-up to the day had been eventful. Throughout the month they’d been holiday shopping, putting up decorations, parties at work and with his friends at Jericho… now, the fateful day had almost arrived.

He was also confused. Not entirely sure what the day would entail, despite having asked Hank enough times about his festive traditions.

“Uh, wake up. Do gifts and shit. Pig out on food and fall asleep on the couch.”

The description was simple, yet still boggled his mind. The events of the day sounded normal but yet—

He still thought about it often. So often, in fact, that it consumed the entirety of his mind once he got into bed and shut his eyes.

Christmas. What would it be like? Would he enjoy it? Would he and Hank have fun? And Sumo, of course. Would Hank like the gifts he’d gotten him? Would it be just as fun as all of the seasonal activities they’d done throughout the month?

His eyes flicked open. He groaned, pushing himself up in bed. His mind wouldn’t shut up. So excited for the next day that it wanted that day to be right now.

Even turning on the white noise machine Hank had gave him a while ago for insomnia didn’t work. This… didn’t feel like insomnia, anyway. Not in the usual sense, where he was stressed or scared from a nightmare. This wasn’t that. Then, what was it?

That question bothered him too along with the rest of the noise, so it wasn’t long before he got out of bed and walked down the hallway, tapping against Hank’s bedroom door.

“Mm… who is it?”

Connor nudged the door open with his foot. Inside the room, Hank fumbled for the light switch.

“Oh. What’s got you up?”

“I…” He then stopped, frowning. What would he say? That he couldn’t sleep? That suddenly sounded very childish in his head.

“…came in here to watch me sleep?”

Connor spluttered. “No. I just… never mind.” He turned to leave, but—

“Get back in here. I know something’s up, don’t try and pull that shit on me.”

He sighed, walking back into the room.

“Spill it. C’mon, I won’t judge you.”

“Fine. I… can’t sleep.”

“Oh. Uh, s’it nightmares again?”

“No. See, it’s stupid. It’s just…”

“Oh. Ohhh, wait a second. I think I know. You just—can’t sleep?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it ‘cause it’s Christmas tomorrow?”

“Maybe. I don’t know! I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not that I’m stressed about it. My stress levels are actually very low right now. But…”

“Come over here.” Hank, now sitting up, patted the spot beside him on the bed. Once Connor was seated, he continued. “I know what you mean. Cole… he used to get like this on Christmas Eve. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re just excited, that’s all.”

Connor stared at him. “I’m… not a child, Hank. I don’t—”

“Blah, blah, blah. It’s your first Christmas. You’re allowed to be excited. Doesn’t make you a child.”

“Well… it still doesn’t make sense. I know that Christmas is tomorrow. It won’t be long.”

“Yeah, well, emotions don’t make a lot of sense. You know that by now.”

“…okay. I guess I understand what the problem is now. I’ll—”

But before he could get off the bed, Hank held up his hand.

“You don’t have to go. Still haven’t solved the problem, have we?”

Connor looked at him, confusion evident on his face.

“If you go back to bed right now, what’re the chances you’re gonna fall asleep?”

“I’m… unsure.”

“You’re not, are you? But don’t worry. I know a trick.”

He gestured to the covers, pulling them back.

“You’re… going to give me your blanket?”

Hank groaned.

“No, for fuck’s sake. Come on. You can sleep in here tonight.”

“Uh…”

Hank stopped, looking away and thinking hard. “…or maybe that’s weird. Sorry. Fuck, I…”

“It’s not weird. I just—you don’t want me laying beside you. That’s…”

Connor stopped as well. He knew well enough what the problem was. He was close with Hank, sure. But he’d never been so close to someone, to look up to them as a father figure of sorts, so close he might share a bed with them to calm himself down on Christmas Eve night.

“I don’t deserve that.” Is what he finished with.

Hank stared at him, blinking hard. “Don’t… deserve what? The hell are you talking about?”

“Why do you care so much, Hank? You’ve sacrificed so much to take me in and spend this holiday season with me… I don’t…”

“Don’t ever say that.”

He looked across to Hank; now seeing his eyes were wet, glistening with unshed tears.

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself. Please, Connor, those fuckheads at Cyberlife might’ve made you think you were never goin’ to have a normal life. But you are. You have one. And you… You deserve it, alright?”

Connor nodded, taking the edges of the cover in his hands. “Okay.” He conceded. “Alright. I appreciate the offer. I—”

His words cut off as he was wrapped in a hug. He smiled, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

“You deserve everything.” Hank repeated. “You deserve the best fuckin’ Christmas tomorrow, alright? I’ll pull myself together.”

“You do too, Hank.” He replied.

“Yeah, alright. Alright.”

And they sat like that for a while longer, until Hank’s back started aching and they had to pull apart.

“How about we calm down and actually get some sleep tonight?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#dbhcarolsandcircuits #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #fanfic

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terrm9 · 4 years ago

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Father’s Day

Ethan makes sure to celebrate the Father’s Day with his daughter. (Ethan X Chiara X Matilda)

Words count: 4 000

Warnings: two swear words, fluff

Author’s note: I don’t know what happened here guys. I am so sorry, this fic lacks plot and point, depth, quality, this truly is one fluffy piece of shit. I had a good feeling about it when the idea appeared in my brain and then I started to write and nothing seemed right. And I just kept telling myself ‘just keep writing and it will start making sense. It will get better’... and suddenly the fic is finished and it still doesn’t make sense. I was so close to not posting it, but then I thought that sometimes mindless fluff can make my mood better and so maybe it can do some good to you too. Love you all and I promise I won’t be angry or hurt if you hate this:D

Also Ethan is ~47 in this fic, if you thought I wouldn't mention his graying hair, I am sorry but I did

Also also, I didn't find the strength needed for a proof reading this and so I didn't proof read it. If you see a mistake, please pretend you don't see it

The sun was long set at the time Ethan stepped into the apartment and even though he rationally knew that it was late, he couldn’t quite give up on his hope that maybe Matilda was still up. On the days like this, when more patients came in than out of the hospital and there was so much of a paperwork that he has to bring it home with him, there is nothing Ethan loved more than to put his daughter to sleep and then spend a nice quiet evening with Chiara.

But of course, Matilda was fast asleep – judging by the silence filling the whole apartment – and so Ethan was looking forward to skipping to the part of sharing an evening with his wife.

Chiara didn’t notice him as he stepped into the living room, her nose slightly crinkled as she was filling some papers spread on the dining table, white earpods in her ears.

Looks like I am not the only one to bring work home with me today.

Ethan stopped in his tracks for a moment, just inhaling the familiar scent of Chiara and home and absorbing the picture in front of him. Even after alsmot ten years since he met her for the first time, even though she was his wife now, someone he woke up next to every morning, Chiara still – always – managed to knock the air out of his lungs. How her smile only gained more brightness through the years and how she looked almost like a girl with her hair braided on one side.

Had he been an artist, he would call her his muse.

But he was just a man, a doctor with any artistic words stuck in his throat and so he just kept staring at Chiara and thought, inspiration, that’s what she was, because even the most rational of men could get inspired.

„I can feel you standing there,“ Chiara exclaimed suddenly, putting the earpods off and turning to him with that bright smile.

„My apologies,“ he smiled faintly and crossed the distance between them to give her, what Chiara called ‚a proper greeting‘. He kissed her softly and it only took the feeling of Chiara’s warm body under his hands to ease the tension in him almost completely.

„Matilda missed you tonight,“ Chiara murmured into his chest, not willing to break their embrance.

„As I missed her,“ Ethan sighed. „Did you have an eventful afternoon?“

Chiara chuckled at that, parting from him at last to switch her phone off and leave the work on the dining table.

„Just the usual. The teacher asked them to draw themselves in the future and she couldn’t decide which version of that future she should draw because she wants to be everything.“

Ethan could imagine the conversation very well. Matilda, at the age of five, knew exactly what she didn't want to become when she grows up - a doctor. She kept shifting between wishing to be a travel blogger like her aunt Kyra or a photographer like aunt Alicia. After a weekend spent in Providence, she proclaimed that she could also imagine being a cable repairwoman like grandpa, because grandpa has the coolest coworkers that came over and let her eat chocolate cookies and watch football with them. And if by any unfortunate coincidence she should become a doctor after all, she would definitely be a surgeon like uncle Bryce, because he actually cuts people and that's much more interesting than her parents' job. All they do is talk about the patients.

„I promised her you would take her to school tomorrow. You have rounds in the morning but I can taker over,“ which would only be a service for you, she thought to herself. „That would certainly make her feel better.“

„Was she that sad that I didn’t come home earlier?“

"Oh, she was more sad about the Father's Day program at her school – you know, the one where kids and their dads go together - but I explained her why you had to miss it."

Ethan furrowed his brows, confused for a while.

"Why do I have to miss it?" he asked as he picked Matilda's stuffed llama from the floor.

"It's the Wednesday when you are at the conference in Seattle."

Ethan put the toy on the couch next to Til's favourite blanket and sat down before responding, his voice carrying no sign of hesitation.

"If there's a Father's Day program at her school and she wants me to be there, I'll be there."

Ethan knew all too well why he was so persistent on being there.

He wished he didn’t know, but he did.

Because he knew what it felt like to spend so many of his Mother’s Days programms with his teeth gritted, wishing it could all just end.

He could still remember the first Mother’s Day without Luise, how his teacher walked into the class and told them that they would create nice postcards for their moms and how Ethan’s classmate pointed his finger at him and said: „And what is Ramsey going to do? It’s not fair that he doesn’t need to do anything for the whole hour.“

It was the first time Ethan punched someone.

There was no way, no way, that he would allow his daughter to feel any of those feelings.

His thoughts were interrupted by Chiara, now sitting right next to him, a soft concern visible on her features.

„Alan and Naveen would go with her, you know. She wouldn’t be alone.“

„I am her father.“

„And you are also an author of the study this whole conference is going to be about.“

Ethan knew Chiara was right, just as he knew that she was doing this not because she didn’t want him to attend the programm, rather because she respected and supported his career.

But her arguments were of no use. Ethan’s mind was made up and he only wondered if this is what it felt like, all those years ago, when he pushed Chiara away in order to support her career. The idea of putting career first was making him uncomfortable and all he could do was to think, how did Chiara see it all those years ago?

Or rather, how did he not see it back then?

He had no answers, only his gratitude that she stayed and showed him the world through her eyes.

„Aurora is just as much of an author as me. She can handle the conference without me just fine. You can go with her.“

„Me?“ Chiara asked incredulously.

„Sure. They don’t really care which Dr. Ramsey will come.“

Ethan aged well. More wrinkles circled the corners of his eyes and the grey hair on his temples were not an optical illusion anymore (and Chiara has never found him more handsome than now) and his gaze changed too, the cold blue of his eyes almost forgotten, as his eyes were warm and soft almost all the time he was with his family.

Ethan aged and changed and yet there was a thing that didn’t change in the slightest in these last years. His insufferable stubborness.

And so Chiara knew that he won’t change his mind and that there was no point in trying to and while it warmed her heart to see how in love with Matilda Ethan was, the study was important to him.

Obviously not important enough, however, and Chiara decided not to push him any further. Instead, she asked curiously.

„And what are you going to perform? What if Matilda wants to do something crazy?" Chiara raised an eyebrow.

"Of course she won't want anything crazy. What if it were my father and Naveen taking her?"

Chiara laughed wholeheartedly at his question, because for someone so brilliant, sometimes Ethan was desperately clueless when it came to people around him - and what they were willing to do for their daughter.

"Please, this is Naveen and Alan you are talking about. Matilda could say she wants to sing Hakuna Matata and they would come dressed as Timon and Pumba."

"Ah," Ethan exhaled, obviously only now realizing that Chiara was, indeed, right. And singing - or dancing, for God's sake - was not part of his plan. "Well, she can play some basic compound on the piano, she has learned some already. And I could accompany her on the cello."

Chiara choked on the water she was just drinking, turning to look at Ethan so swiftly, his brows furrowed in a concern for her neck.

"On a what now?"

“A cello. I thought you knew that I used to play the cello as a kid.”

“Of course, but the as a kid part is important. I mean, I played a piano as a kid and now I couldn’t play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star if my life depended on it.”

Ethan laughed, wrapping his arm around Chiara in a half-hug and had to bite his tongue not to tell her that maybe Matilda could teach her, as she already could play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star exceptionally well.

“I might have stopped playing actively when I was ten, but I found a certain sense of serenity in music – and playing – for a long time after that. I-,” Ethan stopped himself, mulling over his next words. It was not like he didn’t want to tell Chiara anything, but talking about his years at med school was not something he did often. “I befriended a music shop’s owner back in Baltimore. He was a nice guy, barely older than me and so very different. He had musical instruments for sale there and as we became closer, he let me borrow the cello and play a little in the back of the shop. It became a thing that helped me clear my head when school became too stressful and it also helped me not to forget how to play. I think Matilda’s level on the piano is very close to what I can remember with the cello.”

Now all he had to do was to find someone who would borrow him the cello.

*** *** ***

Ethan always found it amusing, how his mornings with Matilda differed compared to Matilda’s mornings with Chiara.

He made sure to wake her up earlier than usual, so that they could cook breakfast together and have some time to spare.

Chiara – the person that hated mornings more than eggplants – did all she could to stay in bed for as long as possible. She would rather prepare Matilda’s breakfast in the evening and run to the school than wake up before 6 AM.

And it seemed like Matilda realized this difference quite soon, for all the times Ethan came to wake her up, she knew she could ask him to join her in bed for a few minutes.

"Hey, little Rookie," Ethan whispered, softly stroking Matilda's curls out of her forehead so that he could press a gentle kiss on it. "Time to wake up. We don't want to be late for school."

The little Rookie nickname was first used when Til was perhaps one year old and it made her giggle so hard Ethan kept using it. Chiara found it extremely funny, always pointing out that Matilda was nothing if not Ethan’s exact copy – and she was right. With her big blue eyes and long curly dark hair, there was no doubt that she was Ethan’s daughter. Not that the similarities ended in her physical appearence – she was phenomenally subborn for a five year old (to which Ethan always argued that she could as well inherit that from Chiara) and sarcasm was her second language. She also might have used ‚fuck‘ once or twice and Ethan knew it’s not Chiara she heard that from.

You should call her little Terminator, Chiara always teased and partly, she was right.

But there were many traits and marks of Chiara in their daughter, marks not so visible but unmistakely hers. How Matilda’s smile was always bright and warm and sincere, something only Chiara could pass on. How she came home one day from school and asked Ethan if he could make cupcakes with her, because her classmate loves cupcakes but his parents are too busy to make them for him and so she would love to bring him some to school. How she appreciated the most common of things, like sun shining because it makes her skin warm and also rain falling because she can jump in the puddles. Her genuine curiosity and open heart and just her general need to make people around her feel good.

That was all Chiara’s mark and Ethan loved his two girls so much it sometimes still surprised him. That he was capable of such love.

It also made him want more sometimes. More people to love that much.

„Snuggle time, please?“ Matilda smiled, her eyes still closed and Ethan was prepared, he knew this request would come and so he didn’t even need to check the watch to know that he could lay down next to her, the tiny bed making his position rather awkward.

He snuggled Matilda from behind and between her slow stirs as she began to wake up and his soft kisses put on the back of her head, he whispered how excited he was to attend the Father’s Day program with her.

*** *** ***

Ethan didn’t even need to try hard to persuade Matilda that a piano-cello duet would be better to perform than a dance. She liked the idea from the beginning and after going through her music sheets with Chiara, she happily exclaimed that they could try to learn Hedwig’s Theme together. Her eyes were bright and full of excitement and Ethan knew the decision was already made, because he couldn’t resist that face.

And so they performed and for a girl who was five and her father, who was almost fifty, they did a great job. Seeing Matilda’s pure, unadultered joy and excitement and so much gratitude that her dad could be there with here, was something Ethan would consider one of the best moments of his life forever.

Tillie was almost jumping up and down with the happiness as they watched her classmates and their fathers or grandfathers or mothers in some cases or maybe even uncles perform their numbers. She was clapping hard after every single one and she kept waving at everyone, her smile so wide Ethan thought for a while that she resembled Bryce more than anyone. The thought made him chuckle, because Matilda would love to hear that, as Bryce was her hero and possibly the best person she could spend her sleepovers at.

Ethan could hardly say that he enjoyed being surrounded by so many people, but he sincerely did enjoy spending the day with his kid. He didn’t regret choosing making a fool out of himself in front of bunch of kids instead of the conference. He almost forgot about the conference altogether until Aurora’s call interrupted the bustle full of laughter around them.

She only called him to let him know that all went well and she was off to have a lunch with other diagnosticians that helped with the study.

"Yes, alright. I'll see you on Monday. Good job, Aurora," Ethan put the phone back into his pocket and turned to Matilda.

"I am sorry you missed the conference because of me, dad."

Ethan knelt down so that he could face his daughter, the very same blue eyes he knew from mirrors, looking back at him, wide and curious.

He smiled softly, kissing Matilda's forehead before responding.

"I am not. No conference is that important, and just between the two of us," Ethan lowered his voice and put his best serious face on, causing the mischievous sparks ignite in Tillie's eyes "Conferences are so boring. You saved me from a torture."

She giggled and threw her arms around Ethan's neck, squeezing him as hard as a five years old could.

"Now let's go, I think there's an ice cream that needs to be eaten."

"But daddy you said ice creams are sugar bomb!"

Ethan chuckled at her shocked expression - not sure is it was a genuine one or an act - and took her little hand into his.

"I'll pretend I don't see you eating it."

Matilda squealed and before her ‚no sugar in this house‘ dad could change his mind, she stormed off in the direction of the ice cream truck.

Before she could reach her destination, however, she stopped in her tracks and tugged on Ethan’s sleeve, pointing at the little girl sitting under one of the trees – alone.

„That’s Dorothy! She is my best friend.“

Yes, Ethan remembered Matilda mentioning Dorsey, her best friend, quite often, but he never got a chance to meet her before. The girl was tiny, much smaller than Matilda – which inherited Ethan’s significant height, too – her hair almost white and her eyes similar to Matilda’s, big and blue but not even close to being as bright.

„She doesn’t have a dad,“ Matilda added, her voice much less excited now. „She didn’t want to come here but her mom has to be at work.“

Ethan’s heart tightened at her words, the description of Dorothy’s situation reminding him of his own when he was a kid way too much.

„Why don’t you go and ask her to join us for an ice cream?“ Ethan smiled at Matilda faintly.

Before he could as much as blink, Matilda was gone and in the very next moment, both girls were back, smiling up at him, his own kid widely and Dorothy very shyly.

„Hello, Dorothy,“ Ethan knelt down and smiled at her encouragingly. „I am Ethan. It is my pleasure to meet you, Matilda talks about you a lot.“

„Hello,“ Dorothy muttered, not meeting his eyes and Ethan noticed she was holding Matilda’s hand.

Without any other word, he stood up and led both girls to find an ice cream truck, only half-listening to what they were talking about – enough to recognize that Dorothy was much more open when talking to Matilda, but not enough to register particular words.

Maybe that’s why Matilda’s next question took him off the guard.

„Right, daddy? I was just telling Dorsey that you could be her dad, right? And I would be her sister!“

Ethan’s eyes widened and before he could find the right words – gentle but also firm enough to explain that that’s not exactly how these things work, Matilda spoke again.

„She could come over anytime and we could have sleepovers like the ones I have with uncle Bryce or grandpa and we would play together and I could borrow her my toys, right?“

Ethan nodded and smiled, of course Dorothy is always welcome to stay at our place, and let the topic go, because there was nothing wrong about his daughter having best friend that would come over.

Thirty minutes later, all three of them sat at the grass and ate their ice creams and it was easy to forget the previous converstaions.

*** *** ***

Until he came into his office, a week after the Father’s Day and found Chiara waiting for him, her arms crossed at her chest and her expression unusually stoic.

Before he could ask what was wrong, Chiara spoke.

„Matilda’s teacher just called.“

„What?“ Ethan stepped closer, automatically reaching into his pocket to make sure his phone, wallet and car keys are there and he is ready to leave and pick up Matilda at any moment. „Is something wrong? Is she in trouble? Sick?“

„She is absolutely alright,“ Chiara shook her head sligthly, her face unreadable – something that scared Ethan more than her visible anger. „She just called me to let me know about the rumors going around Matilda’s class these past few days. She thought it would be better if I found out from her rather than from other parents.“

„Rumors?“ Ethan asked, utterly lost and confused.

It took all the willpower Chiara had not to let her facade slip and keep her expression neutral. But teasing Ethan was one of her main hobbies, even after ten years, and so she tried her best.

„Apparently, Matilda and Dorothy Wilkins told everyone that they are in fact sisters. They have different mommies but the same dad – no other than the famous Dr. Ramsey,“ now, it was really hard not to laugh. Ethan’s whole face paled and the confusion was quickly replaced by recognition. „The other kids shared the news with their parents and now those parents talk.“

Ethan didn’t know that Matilda told Chiara about her idea of Ethan becoming Dorothy’s dad the very same evening she shared it with Ethan himself and even though Chiara tried to explain why that idea is not going to work the way the wished it would, Matilda was stubborn. Meaning, Matilda adopted Dorothy as her sister anyway and didn’t mind sharing her dad with her.

„Fuck,“ Ethan whispered, pacing around the office, not really looking up at Chiara.

If he did, he would catch her grinning.

She cleared her throat quickly and added: „Some of the parents came to tell the poor teacher that they appreciate how civil the mothers of Matilda and Dorothy are about the whole thing and that it must’ve taken much strength of our spirits to put out kids into same school.“

She couldn’t anymore. The first chuckle escaped her and when Ethan’s eyes met hers, the mischievous sparks were dancing on full display in her irises, her smile wide and so amused.

Ethan exhaled a sigh full of relief and rolled his eyes and when he looked at Chiara again, she was laughing softly, badly trying to cover her laugh with the hand over her mouth.

The bizarreness of the whole situation and his wife’s reaction made Ethan laugh too and he slumped down on the couch, pulling Chiara with him.

„We should give some kind of explanation, right?“ he whispered when they both calmed down.

„Oh, I don’t know. I am the civil one,“ Chiara smirked smugly. „And with a strong spirit!“

Ethan laughed again at that, thinking about how any kind of rumors about him and Chiara startled him in the beginning of their relationship and how over the years, Chiara managed to teach him to just let people talk.

„She really wants that sibling, huh?“ Chiara broke the silence, poking his side softly.

„Yes, she does,“ Ethan nodded.

„And you would...want that too, right?“ Chiara asked again, this time much more seriousness in her voice.

Both Chiara and Ethan were decided to adopt a child back in the days they believed they would never have their own. After Matilda was born, they didn’t really talk about it anymore – they felt too blessed, too lucky that they’ve gotten her and they were happy.

But the thoughts of adoption never truly left their heads and Chiara knew that especially Ethan considered the option often. She could see him talking to Matilda when she asked for a sister or a brother for her birthday, she saw the dreamy smile as they spoke about little kids.

And it was not like she was against the idea of adopting a child – quite the opposite. She grew up with two siblings and her brother and sister were one of the best parts of her childhood. She wished she could give Matilda the same feeling, the same love she recieved at her age. She just felt like she would be asking for too much, like it would be selfish to want another little human that would make them happy, when they already had one.

Those thoughts were not rational, but they were there and they slowed her decisions down.

„Yes, I would,“ Ethan nodded after a long while, looking straight into Chiara’s eyes.

He would never push her. But he wouldn’t lie either.

Chiara nodded and leaned in to press a soft kiss on Ethan’s mouth, pouring her emotions into it, her excitement with the idea just as strong as her anxiety.

Deep down, she knew that the decision has just been made. That no matter how openly they talked about it or expressed themselves, all three Ramseys wished to share their love and happiness with another soul.

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dralshy’a ka’ra (brighter stars): chapter three || din djarin x reader

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chapter one | chapter two

Series Summary: In the lake country of Naboo, you and Din romance each other under summer’s brighter stars. || Part Two of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: Din has something to take care of, but you convince him to stay in bed with you a little longer before he goes.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut | Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, cock warming, unprotected sex (they’re trying to have a baby ok!!)

A/N: This one’s short but sweet. More tender lovemaking, more Din saying all sorts of romantic things in Mando’a. (Also, yeah, it’s a Javi gif, but there’s a sad shortage of helmetless Din gifs that don’t make me burst into tears.) I hope you like it! ♡

You dreamed that you and Din had adopted a very friendly Tusken Massiff, and woke when you determined that the kisses on your face weren’t just from your new pet.

In the moonlight, you made out Din’s face; he was propped up on his arm next to you, giving you gentle kisses on your nose, your cheeks, your brow. You felt it was very sweet of him but couldn’t help a laugh at what your sleepy brain had interpreted his kisses as.

“What’s so funny, my love?” he asked, his voice quiet and amused.

You smiled against his mouth. “You were a Massiff in my dream,” you said. “Just a big, friendly pet who wouldn’t stop giving me kisses.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like me.” He put his hand on your waist and drew you close to him, kissing you properly now that you were awake.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked. You guessed you’d only slept for a few hours, judging by the embers still glowing in the fireplace.

He tucked your hair behind your ear. “I slept for a bit. But there’s something I need to take care of, and I wanted to see you before I left.”

You sat up a little, and you couldn’t help a petulant frown. “You’re leaving?”

“Just for a little while,” he said. He propped himself up on the pillows next to you and ran his hand up and down your arm to soothe you. “I... have some things to take care of, like I said.”

You could tell he didn’t want to offer any further explanation, and considered it might be another surprise for you. Even if it wasn’t, he was entitled to his privacy, and you let him be.

“When will you be back?” you asked. You eased yourself over him until you were straddling his waist, and you were pleased with how quickly he responded to you. You trailed your fingers over his chest, tracing the scars from wounds that even beskar couldn’t shield him from completely.

“Late morning,” he said, rubbing circles over your thighs. He smiled up at you. “You probably won’t be awake by then, cyar’ika.”

Though Din was a habitually early riser, you slept in whenever you could. You didn’t get much of a chance for it, what with your toddler and your frequently chaotic life on the run, but it was still a running joke between you.

“Hmm, very funny,” you said, leaning down to give him a kiss. He chuckled against your mouth and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Make love to me before you go,” you said softly, kissing all along his jaw, his scruff warm on your cheeks. You took his low groan as an affirmative answer and raised on your knees, intending to settle yourself on him, but he put his hands on your hips and drew you towards him.

“Gorgeous,” he said almost reverently as he kissed your stomach. “Every bit of you, cyare. Breathtaking.”

You smiled and gave his hair an affectionate brush-through with your fingers. It was mussed with sleep, curly and a little fluffy; you lightly scratched his scalp and combed your fingers through any wayward tangles.

“Kriff, just do that for the rest of the trip,” he said contentedly. He loved having his hair played with; you often recalled with great fondness the first time you’d brushed your fingers through his curls and he looked like he might melt with happiness.

At the moment, though, you were happy to play with his hair any other time, perhaps some time when you couldn’t feel his cock between your legs.

“You’re sure there’s nothing else you’d like?” you asked sweetly, slowly pressing your hips against his. His fingers dug into your waist, strong and possessive and needy.

You lowered yourself onto him with practiced ease, but for all that you could have teased him, you gave a quiet, broken moan of pleasure as he filled you. You leaned your head against his, gripping his broad shoulders to steady yourself as you took every inch of him. He gave a heady sigh and a soft, choked groan when you settled into place, stroking his hands over your thighs and hips.

“Stars,” he breathed. “I love you.”

You smiled and kissed him, careful not to move too much; you wanted to just be with him for a moment, letting him fill you as his hands roamed over your skin. He still sucked in a sharp breath when you leaned forward, and you knew it wouldn’t take much to make him come undone. He prided himself on his stamina, and with good reason, but you’d been delighted to learn from previous encounters that straddling him would unravel him quicker than anything else.

“I love you, Din,” you said softly. His fingers glanced over your chest, tracing your collarbone and the curve of your breast. He thumbed the two pendants on your necklace and tugged the chain gently, pulling you closer to him.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” he said, punctuating each phrase with a kiss. You didn’t need him to translate that for you - you remembered it from your wedding day. He’d said it perfectly and you’d stumbled over every syllable, but he hadn’t minded.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted,” you said, repeating your vows back to him. “We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

He smiled up at you with that same beaming affection he always had for you; you imagined he’d worn that same smile the first time you said it.

Though your wedding had been on Naboo, with your friends and family, you’d officially been married on Nevarro. A marriage vow was one of the most solemn and treasured vows a Mandalorian could make, and the process was characteristically straightforward: in front of a clan leader, partners said their vows to each other; then, for the first time, they were able to see the face they’d dreamed about for so long.

Din had wanted to give you a beautiful wedding - and he had, months later. At the time, a gang of smugglers had been after him for collecting the bounty on one of their partners, and Din had to leave Nevarro or risk compromising the entire covert. You were to stay there, protected by his clan, until he’d taken care of the gang - and, before he left, he wanted to be married to you. He’d asked you simply and earnestly if you would marry him that very night he was planning to leave, and you had never regretted saying yes.

You’d said your vows before the armorer, and she had declared you a clan of two. Because you hadn’t had a signet yet, the armorer had chipped a small piece from the edge of Din’s chest plate to fashion you a pendant. You still wore it, the little piece of worn red beskar resting with the Mudhorn pendant on your chest as a constant reminder of your vows to the man you loved.

You hadn’t seen him without his helmet that night. You almost hadn’t had time to say goodbye, but Din had taken your hands in his before he left.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” he’d said. “No matter how far I go, I hold you in my heart, cyar’ika.”

In bed, with the moonlight on his skin and his fingers tracing over your body, he murmured the same thing against your skin.

“A clan of two,” he said after a moment, bringing the red beskar to his lips. Then, with the Mudhorn signet, “A clan of three. What will you wear for our clan of four, cyare?”

You smiled, a bright thread of happiness pulling taut between his heart and yours.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. You loved his attentiveness, the way he treasured little things like the charms around your neck that represented your family. “Maybe a stone from the lake country.”

You kissed him and gave a soft laugh. “If you give me a baby while we’re here, that is.”

He kissed you back deeply, strong and wanting. “Let me, then.”

His tongue met yours as you started to move, rocking your hips against his. You treasured each little moan and sigh that tumbled from his mouth, going slow, working him into a place of desperate want for you. He held your hips tightly; you’d probably have little bruises there later, but you didn’t mind. Love marks already flushed on his neck from your earlier union, and you revisited those same spots with tender kisses.

“Maker,” he gasped, pressing you down onto him, his hips rising to meet yours. “You feel so good, cyare.”

You gripped his shoulders as you rode him, your thighs trembling, throwing your head back when he angled himself just right. He held you in his strong arms, protective and possessive; you bit out a curse as he reached between you to circle your clit, tightening around his cock.

“Oh, cyare,” he moaned. “Gedet'ye, cyar’ika.”

You couldn’t help a pleased grin; you knew you had him then. Please in Mando’a was his biggest giveaway, and you nearly came then and there as he said it again in a broken voice.

“Gedet’ye, my love,” he begged as his voice pitched up sweetly. You gave a breathy moan and felt your desire for your husband overcome you.

“Gonna cum,” you said, gasping when he pressed deeply against your clit. Both of you moved faster, held on tighter to each other, chasing your highs.

“Go on, mesh’la,” he said, tender even as his fingers dug into your waist. “Cum for me.”

A breathless string of curses tumbled from you as you gave into the whited-out pleasure, riding his cock to drag your orgasm out and bring him to his. He wasn’t far behind, and he gave a desperate groan as you sank low on his cock and felt him cum deep inside you.

“Haar'chak, cyar’ika,” he managed, his chest rising unsteadily with his heavy breaths. He brushed your hair back from your face. “How can you undo me so completely? I feel I might break apart with your touch.”

You kissed him all over his face, trying to tell him how much you loved him - you felt that saying it wouldn’t be enough. He ran his hands comfortingly over your body, steadying both of you, bringing you from the ecstasy of your union back to the safety and familiarity of his body against yours in the quiet of a warm summer night.

“Gotal'ur ner kar'ta ti mureyca,” he said against your mouth. “You mend me with your kisses.”

You smiled. That was sweet, and he’d never said it to you before. You pulled back just enough to look at his face, to adore the softness of his expression as he looked up at you with all the love in the world.

“I love you very much,” you said gently. You combed your fingers through his hair and basked in his wobbly, lovesick smile.

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his head on your chest. You ran your fingers over his shoulder and down his back to soothe him, wishing he didn’t have to go.

“Come back as soon as you can, my love,” you said, pressing a kiss to his curls.

He gave a soft groan. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you for the rest of my life.”

You gave a soft laugh. “Me too, sweetheart.” You loved it when he cuddled against you like this, leaning his head on your chest like a child. As big and strong as he was, his vulnerability was very precious to you, and you would be honored to treasure it as long as you lived.

After a while, he trailed kisses over your chest as he lifted his head and looked at you. You cradled his face in your hands and rubbed your nose gently against his; he chuckled and kissed you tenderly.

“Go back to sleep, cyare,” he said softly. “I’ll be back before you wake again.”

He eased you to lay back on the bed, giving you a few soft kisses as he rose. You watched as he dressed; he looked sleepy and lovely in his shirt and trousers, with that messy hair and the slow movements of early morning. Bit by bit he straightened, his movements crisper and more decisive as he put on his armor; you loved the way his body language responded to each piece of beskar he wore, his confidence and strength evident even in the set of his shoulders and the intentionality of his movements. He was beautiful without his armor, safe and gentle and warm; he was stunning with it on, powerful and strong and self-assured. You knew how lucky you were to have the privilege of knowing and loving both sides of him.

He cradled his helmet in the crook of his arm and gave you one last kiss before he left.

“Back soon, cyare,” he said gently. “Sleep well.”

You reached out for his hand and he took it, his grip steady and familiar even in his gloves.

“I love you,” you said.

He smiled and raised your hand to give your knuckles a gentle kiss. “I love you too, cyar’ika.”

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