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mj-fintastic · 1 year

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Dumb, dumb feelings.

|Donatello X Reader one shot | Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff |

After you’ve been gone a whole college quarter, you come back to the New York sewers to spend winter break with the Mad Dogs. Except Donatello is acting rather strange…

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“Y/N!!” Mikey screeched, throwing himself at the girl. She was able to drop her bags just before contact, grasping onto the box turtle so that he wouldn’t fall to the floor.

“Woah! Be careful, I coulda dropped ya!” She mustered, as the boy was squeezing the life out of her.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N! How’s college going?” Raph put his hand on his hip, his signature snag tooth popping out of his smile.

“Oh, we’ll it’s been-!”

“BOOORIIIIING! Have you met anyone? Found any cute guys? I’m sure college is just FULL of em!”

“Leo!”

“Yes yes, everybody is positively thrilled to see Y/N again, now can we PLEASE focus on the task at hand?” Donnie sighed, rubbing his temples.

“What, the Jupiter Jim Jupithon?” Raph raised his brow.

“yeES! We haven’t even made popcorn, and while my palette is very refined, TUMMYTELLO IS HUNGRY! Can we at LEAST order a pizza before we get all mushy?” Y/N picked her bags up, struggling to walk as Mikey had attached himself to her leg.

“Someone is hangry, I see.” She smiled, making Donatello pout. Little did she know, Donnie had been seemingly unreasonably moody, almost gloomy, for the last two or so months. It was something everyone noticed, but nobody really knew why.

“It’s nice to see you too, hun.” Her gaze softened. No one questioned it, seeing as she had a habit of calling people nicknames, such as sweetie, honey, etc.

It had been awhile since he heard her refer to him as such though. His expression softened, no one particularly seeing his cheeks change hue slightly.

“I’ll go put my stuff in the lab. Thank you so much again for letting me stay during winter break, D.”

“Yes, yes, you’re welcome. Just hurry, or else I’m starting the movie without you.”

He was unusually dismissive towards her, which didn’t escape her as her smile lessened and she turned away and headed towards the lab. The turtles all turned towards Donatello as he walked to the kitchen and reached into a lower cabinet, trailing behind.

“You know Donnie, she came all this way to see us. Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know…a little nicer?” Raph prodded.

“She’s been gone for SO LONG!” Mikey dramatically whined.

“Please, Michelangelo. She’s been gone for a little over a college quarter. Besides, we have-what, three weeks with her?” He nonchalantly grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, closing the door with slightly more force than usual.

Besides, what do YOU know about her, anyways? He clenched his jaw. He knew he was being unreasonable, but something was just nagging at him. Something was bothering him, and the fact he didn’t know what it was…it was driving him insane. He wanted to watch the movie, but he wanted them to go away. He wanted to be left alone, but he didn’t want to be alone. Nothing was making sense, his contradictory wants and desires making him grasp at straws. And his brothers were simply just distracting him from figuring it out…or so is the logical conclusion, he thought. Clearly, that’s why he was upset…right?

“Seriously. Broski. You’ve been even more grouchy than ever, and being grouchy is like, your thing! So, it’s a little impressive, but also…kiiind of a mood killer.” Leo chimed in, as Mikey nodded enthusiastically.

“I mean, you’re kind of acting like you’re not happy to see Y/N. Did you not miss her?”

“What? Wh- of COURSE I missed her! Did you just happen to forget she’s my BEST FRIEND?” He strained his tympanum to make sure she wasn’t coming back yet, there’s no way she’d get over him calling her that in front of someone else. Let alone his brothers. He took a bag from the box of popcorn off the counter, before tossing it into the microwave and putting it in for 3 minutes…promptly ignoring the popcorn button that his brothers loved oh-so-much, despite the packagings instructions advising against it.

“Then what’s the DEAL, YO?!!” Mikey shouted, causing Donnie to tense. All the attention, confusion and noise was becoming too damn grating on his nerves. It was too much, all at once.

“THERE IS NO DEAL, “YO!” NOTHING IS GOING ON, I AM PERFECTLY FINE AND NORMAL AND NOT AT ALL UPSET!” He grated his teeth, body tense as he slumped and his volume increased.

There was a pause, as tension was thick.

The popcorn had started it’s signature popping process.

The other turtles stared, eyebrows raised.

“Ooookayyyy, sure Donnie. Whatever you say. Anywhizzle-“ Leo broke the silence. “-You’re gonna share that popcorn, right? Cause oh boy I am STARVING!” He turned, chuckling as he made way for the living room, shouting as he spun on his heel.

“Raph, order a pizza! We must be prePARED, to fight for INTERPLANETARY PEACE!”

The popping from the microwave slowed, the smell familiar and comforting.

“You know what I like, Raphie. THE CHEESIEST CHEESE PIZZA THEY GOT!! I can feel that warm, melty dairy bliss on my tongue as we speak!” Mikey turned to follow his blue brother, practically bouncing off the walls. Donnie grabbed the bag from the microwave, tearing it open before a large hand softly placed itself upon his shoulder. Donatello felt his muscles tense yet again.

“Donnie. I know something’s wrong. You can’t hide that from me. I may not be the brightest, but I’ll be damned if I don’t know my brothers.” Raphael said softly. Donnie inhaled deeply, relaxing slightly.

“Okay, fine. There may be a SLIGHT CHANCE…that something is wrong. BUT, HERE’S THE PROBLEM, RAPH-AI-EL.” His jaw tightened, turning to face his brother.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT THING MIGHT BE! NO CLUE! NOT ONE IDEA!” He gestured wildly upward, causing Raph to step back.

“AND IT IS SO INFURIATING. I HATE NOT KNOWING THINGS, RAPH YOU KNOW THIS ABOUT ME! HOW ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO FIX WHAT IS WRONG IF I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS?”

“Oh man. This might be a better job for Doctor Feelings.” Raph looked on helplessly.

“No offense to Doctor Feelings…” Donnie paused.

“Okay, full offense- I hate Doctor Feelings.” He spat out the name like an unsavory strand of meat fat. Gross.

“What?! Why?”

“You know I don’t do well with…Emotions! They have no rhyme or reason, they’re inconsistent, they-“

“Okay, lemme stop you there, cause I know if I don’t, you’re gonna be at this all night.”

The purple clad turtle pouted and sighed, but knew he was right. He did tend to ramble, and no one was really fond of when he did…Except Y/N, but she was a rare exception. He felt the weird pang in his chest again, feeling his frustration only grow.

“Listen, I’m no Mikey. But I feel like while this has been an issue for a while, it got worse when Y/N got here. So whatever it is, maybe it’s gotta do with her. Maybe she said somethin’ that made you mad, or…I dunno, stepped on your shoes somehow. Figure that out, then go talk to her, alright?”

Donnie raised a finger.

“POLITELY.”

He lowered his hand.

“Alright, now come on, they’re gonna start without us!” He chimed, pulling out his phone as he dialed Tony Lou’s Pizza. Donatello sighed, putting another bag in the microwave. Something just wasn’t making sense.

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“Save me, Jupiter Jim! They’re going to make me swim in this comedically large piranha pit with also snakes and vipers and sharks if you don’t set me free!”

“Alas! Having to choose between saving planet JupiJarturNebula or save my partner…! What a heartbreaking, but extremely easy morally ethical decision!”

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, as the alien race of Angler-fish donkey people snidely chuckled with Red Fox in their clutches…Everyone but Donatello.

What could she have possibly done to make me angry? He questioned, occasionally stealing a glance at Y/n between fistfuls of popcorn.

I mean, we haven’t talked much while she’s been away, sure. How could one NOT want to talk to ME?! ORTHELLO VON RYAN?!!! However, he had to admit, college was difficult. Especially going full time AND having a job? He could see how she may not have had time. Besides, he was just as much at fault. As much as he missed her and thought about her, he never quite had the time between missions and projects to shoot her a text or call. Clearly, that couldn’t be the reason.

But nothing else came to mind. He had missed her so dearly, wanted to see her so badly…and now, here she was, hanging out with everyone. It wasn’t that he was upset she was here…what was it?

He paused as he stole another glance. The light brought attention to her nose, cheekbones…specifically her eyes. The reflection of the projection of stars, laser blasts and beautiful blues and purples made her eyes seem to shine. How he wished she would look at him, give him a better view, give him the unadulterated attention she was giving the projection on the wall.

His chest felt heavy again. Or…was heavy the right description? It felt like…a burning, but not the painful kind that a triple cheeseburger from McDonalds would give you. Once he embraced it, it felt…almost…nice.

Something happened in the movie that made her burst out laughing, and yet he couldn’t look away to save his own hide. If she looked now, she would most certainly notice his gaze. His face grew all the warmer, but he was too lost in thought to notice.

Her laugh was rather loud, he noticed. Unlike when they had first met. She was…quieter then. She had grown into herself a lot, gotten more comfortable. And it was…

Lovely.

Her voice struck a chord within him. It always had, but he never really noticed. He really had missed her. Her presence, her voice, her eyes…all he wanted was for her to notice him again.

And then it clicked.

“Alright, y’all! Two movies down, a JupiterJillion left to go!” She smiled, as the brothers roared in excitement.

“Oh! Uh, actually, Y/N…” Donnie started, before he felt a wave of nervousness splash him in the face once she turned to look at him. Her lips curved upwards towards her eyes slightly, as she made soft but direct eye contact.

Oh, God, what did Raph say? Run away and hide forever and throw away all means of communication and never ever ever - AND THAT’S TWO EVERS -under any circumstances talk to her ESPECIALLY ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL-yeah that sounded about right mhm totally!

“What’s up, D?” She gently prodded, urging him to continue.

“Can you…meet me in my lab in a moment? I want to talk to you about something.” He stood up, breaking the eye contact as he pulled out his phone, desperate to do something with his hands other than let them dangle awkwardly at his sides. The way she looked at him made him feel weak. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, for just a brief moment, before he had ruined it. Gosh, why couldn’t he just be normal around her?

“Of course! I’ll be there in just a minute.” She replied, cheery as ever, as she got to her feet as well.

“I’m just gonna start some more popcorn really quick.” She added as Donnie walked away, as he hummed a confirmation and made way to his lab.

As she walked to the kitchen, the brothers shot glances at one another as a familiar beeping sounded in the kitchen.

Another pause hung in the air, as they strained to hear her walk out of the kitchen.

“Okay, what’s going ON with those two?” Leo sputtered.

“I dunno, but I’m gonna make sure D ain’t being rude. It’s her winter break, after all! She deserves to have a good time, and I am fed up with his bad behavior.” Raphael concluded.

“Raph, are sure that’s a good idea? I mean…it seems pretty private if you ask me.” Mikey hinted with a raise of his brows. The snapping turtle, however, was dense to the implications.

“Nonsense! I’m sure nothing could go wrong by just checkin’.” He smiled, before heading off in Donnie’s footsteps.

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Why was this so hard? He wiped his hands on his shorts a third time. His heart was racing, and he had no idea why. What was he going to say? His mouth felt dry, as he tried to think of what Mikey would say…

Just listen to your heart! You’ll feel much better if you’re honest with not only yourself, but the people around you! Communication is the key to any relationship, as is honesty.

Right, he scoffed. As if the truth does anything except hurt people. He found that no one really liked it when he told the truth, and sometimes all it did was hurt people’s feelings…or ruin a perfectly good friendship.

Yes, the truth can hurt. But sometimes, pain isn’t a bad thing. Pain is needed to learn, heal, grow as a person. And having someone lie to you can cause a lot more pain then telling the truth.

Well…that was true. What was he even going to say? He still didn’t really understand how he felt. How could he communicate it if he didn’t know what was going on?

Well, Mind Mikey wasn’t being very helpful anymore. He sighed, placing his hand on his plastron to feel his heart pulse rapidly. He hated this. He didn’t know what he wanted.

“Knock knock!”

He nearly jumped out of his own shell, as Y/N’s voice came from behind him.

She was barely peering in, hesitant to enter without permission.

“Did you seriously say that instead of, I don’t know-JUST KNOCKING?”

“You’re one to talk, hun.”

His stomach did a flip. Why now was the nickname giving him trouble? His eyes shifted, a soft hue of red accenting his cheeks. She didn’t fail to notice, brows furrowing.

“Donnie, is something…wrong? I know you don’t like talking about your emotions, but…” she spoke quietly, as she approached him. He couldn’t muster to look her in the eyes.

“I want you to know I’m always here for you. Whether you want to talk, just hang out…anything.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just…” he hesitated. What to say? Would it really be…okay? He bit his lip, feeling his face begin to burn as he only grew more nervous.

“Okay well maybe SOMETHING is wrong but I’m not really sure what but I think I maybe know what it is? But at the same time I don’t know for sure and I-I just-“ he rushed through his words, speaking with his hands before sharply inhaling and restarting.

“I…I feel as though…I may have made you feel like I wasn’t happy to see you again, which is absolutely not the case. I just…” another pause.

“It’s okay, take your time Donatello.”

He looked at her with big eyes. Her expression was soft, understanding and comforting as she smiled patiently. He felt himself melt ever so slightly. Taking a moment to compose himself, he looked away again.

“…I just…missed you so much, I…The fact that I wasn’t able to spend time with you first made me upset, when in my mind I had envisioned something different…I felt like…” this was humiliating. He could just see Dr. Feelings watching and giving him a thumbs up in his head…he hated it.

“Like…my brothers were stealing you away from me, and that…you liked them more than me.” Dr. Feelings shot him a look.

“Did I make you feel that way?” Her brows turned upwards.

“No. I realize that, while I want to spend time with you the most…my brothers want to spend time with you too. So therefore…this was the best solution. To spend time with everyone at once before spending time with people individually. But at the same time, knowing that…didn’t change how I felt.” He shrunk in on himself, feeling small. Until she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“That’s completely normal. And, if you want, we could stay in here for awhile and spend some time one on one. I wouldn’t mind, I missed you too, you know.”

The look in her eyes were so warm, and the gentle touch made him lean in slightly. He folded, hugging her around her waist and burying his face in her stomach. The feeling of her touch after so long…he didn’t realize how much he longed for it. He felt her hand pull his goggles off, setting them to the side, before she started gently petting his head as the other laid on his battle shell. Normally, he hated being touched. But she…she was an exception. When it came to her gentle, graceful hands…he melted further and further into her.

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Raph huffed as he made his way to the lair, his steps quiet.

“Man, if that Idiot is hurting her feelings I swear…Good thing Raph’s not gonna let that happen!” He chuckled to himself, before preparing to peer in.

“I’m surprised I’m not hearin’ fighting-“ looking in, he stopped in his tracks.

They were both sitting on the floor, Donnie with his arms around her and face rubbing into her lower abdomen, eyes wet as she held him and cooed softly.

“It’s alright, Donnie, I’m here now. We have so much time to spend together, and trust me…you’re going to get the brunt of the attention.” She laughed softly.

“Three weeks isn’t enough.” He murmured, making her blush slightly as Raph’s jaw dropped. Never in a million years did he think he’d see Donnie this open with someone. Honestly, he felt a little jealous that he wasn’t that open with him, but clearly something happening between them that was…much different. Suddenly, he realized exactly what Mikey has meant by private.

“I’ll only be gone for another two months or so, again.”

IT WAS TWO MONTHS?? Raph connected the dots in his brain. The whole reason Donnie had been a gigantic grump was because…he missed her? God, Donnie is a real knucklehead when it came to feelings.

“I know…I don’t want you to go.” He whispered, a single tear threatening to spill.

“I missed you so much. I don’t want to miss you again.”

The blush on her face only worsened.

“Oh, Donnie…Honey, it’ll be alright. I’ll always come back. You think I could ever go without you for more than a quarter? You’re my favorite person in this world. You’re the one I’ll always look forward to coming home to.”

Donnie pulled away, her words striking a chord within him as he looked at her. With a single sentence, she had made him melt to his core.

You’re the one I’ll always look forward to coming home to.

Suddenly, in one movement, Donatello moved up towards her face, hand cupping her jawline as he suddenly embraced her.

Her eyes were wide, taking a moment to process, before she melted into him with a small, content hum. His brows turned upward, resting his other arm over her shoulder as he slightly twisted his head to better fit her lips.

Welp. Despite his utter shock, now was absolutely the time for Raph to dip, he thought. However, he didn’t move an inch.

Hey, wait. What’s going on?!! I should probably get moving! He thought again.

HE HAD HIS FIRST KISS BEFORE ANY OF US?!! DONNIE?!!! Mind Raph roared.

Uh, Mind Raph, We should probably go. This is getting kinda creepy.

What? This is like a Soap Opera, I gotta know what happens next!!

Hey, that’s our brother, not free entertainment!

Even better, we should record them. I mean, no one’s gonna believe us otherwise.

WHAT?!! ARE YOU INSANE?!!

No, I’m Mind Raph. Thought that was pretty obvious.

That would be SUCH AN INVASION OF PRIVACY!!

Yeah, but it’d be funny.

…

Raph quickly pulled out his phone, and snapped a quick picture of the two. I mean, how much blackmail does Donnie have on him, I’m comparison? Plus…It was just too gosh darn cute to see his baby brother have his first kiss. With that, he walked away.

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Her soft lips pressing against his made him shiver, wanting to feel them thoroughly as he pressed again and again. He wanted to spill everything, how inexperienced he was, how sorry he was for randomly embracing her the way he did, but also how long he had wanted to do it for. And yet, he didn’t need to. And when she had hummed the way she did, he felt weak to his core. Her lips were heavenly, sweet with a hint of popcorn, and just the fact that he got to know what her lips tasted like made him utterly breathless. He felt her arms around his waist, hand caressing the lower back of his battle shell, and suddenly he had the urge to take it off.

Am I ready for that? He pulled away, looking into her eyes as he thought.

Would she love me the same? He bit his lip nervously.

“Donnie?” She murmured, sending a chill up his shell.

Only one way to find out.

He let go of her for a moment, reaching up to the straps connected to his Plastron and pressing two small hidden panels simultaneously. The battle shell fell behind him as Y/N moved her hands out of the way slightly. Her eyes widened, a blush accenting her cheeks.

“Donnie…I…” she paused, as he listened tentatively and nervously.

“Can I…?”

He nodded.

He felt her hands gently place themselves onto his soft shell, another shiver going through his body. Her hands were warm, soft…nice. He felt his eyes flutter closed as he bit his lip. It felt amazing, her delicate touch as she caressed. He leaned into her, before fully wrapping his arms underneath hers and leaving his hands on her upper back as he buried his face in her shoulder.

“God…” she whispered beneath her breath, before chuckling softly.

“I hate how in love with you I am.” She smiled, turning her head to place a kiss on his head. He responded by nuzzling further against her.

“I love you so much.” She cooed.

Normally, he would despise being treated this way. And yet…he had never felt more loved, more safe.

It was quiet. The only sounds were those of their breathing, and her hands moving across his shell. It was cold in the lair, and yet, he felt the most warm he had ever felt. She smelled ever so slightly of perfume, and he could faintly taste her on his lips. It was fairly dark in the lair, but the purple lights comforted him in a way he couldn’t describe. And everything was just so…warm. Perfect, safe, warm…

He pulled away slightly to press another chaste kiss into her lips, feeling almost entranced by the atmosphere and by his own feelings for her. When the kiss ended, he only moved far away enough to give him room to speak. When he did, he could feel his lips brush hers ever so slightly.

“I…I’m so in love with you.” He whispered breathlessly. “I never want you to leave.”

She only smiled, gently pressing her forehead into his.

“I may leave, but I’m still yours. No matter how far away I am.”

She held his face in her hand, and all he could do was nuzzle into her touch more. No matter how close they were, it just wasn’t close enough. For once, he wasn’t thinking. All of his focus was directed towards her loving embrace.

RING RING! RING RING!

As if snapped out of a trance, Donnie jumped and reached for his phone in his pocket. His screen displayed Red Leader, as he felt himself flush.

“Hey Donnie~ How’s it going with Y/N?~” His older brother said, his tone slightly strange.

“O-OH, UH- Marvelously, fantastic, why?” He sweated, face red.

“Oh, I bet. Enjoying some…quality time?” He cooed, and Donnie could practically see his eyebrows wiggle.

“Uh- why are you talking like that?” He answered, monotone, trying to mask his nervousness.

“No reason…no reason at all.”

“Right…why did you call me?”

“Well, when are you two coming back down for the marathon? We’re already done with the next movie!”

“Oh! Erm, well…Soon?”

“Alright then, hurry it up!…Buncha smoochers.” He added teasingly at the end.

“WH-WAIT HOW-“ Click!

How the fuck did he know? DOES HE KNOW?!!

“Well, what’s up, D?” Y/N touched his shoulder, making him even more of a flustered mess.

“OH WELL UH-“ he cleared his throat. “Raph was uh-just-curious if we were coming back for the marathon soon.”

“Are we?”

“…”

“Ok maybe another few minutes wouldn’t hurt-“

“Oh yeah absolutely they probably won’t notice.”

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love-on-mars · 1 year

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Mick Mars fluff Alphabet!

Gender not specified! No warnings!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Mick loves everything about you, but I think the thing that would stick out the most is your kindness. He’s been beat down by a lot of people in his life, so having someone who genuinely cares for not only him, but all people is something he truly admires.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

I think he would have a hard time choosing one specific thing, but he loves your eyes. He could stare into them all day. He also loves thighs.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Being super cuddly is a bit difficult for him, especially in later years when his back completely seized up due to the AS, which he feels bad for. He loves holding you despite this, having you laying on his chest or snuggled into his side. His heart melts when you nuzzle into him, letting him know he’s loved.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

A quiet night in the comfort of your home, whether you guys cook something or get takeout doesn’t matter. I imagine he would light some candles to set the mood. I don’t think he would do anything too cliché or mushy. At the end you would both cuddle up and watch a movie, it’s a nice contrast to the crazy nights he spends on the road.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He has a hard time opening up to you, especially in the beginning of the relationship. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak or vulnerable, especially with you, so it’s best to give him time and when he’s ready to open up he will. When he does it’s always honest, one thing he always shows is how he appreciates is your patience with him.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I’m really not too sure on this one, he already has 3 kids from previous relationships so I don’t think he would want more right away. Maybe later down the line he wouldn’t be opposed to it, but it’s a big maybe.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He likes to get you whatever you find yourself interested in. You’re an artist? He’ll get you new supplies. Things like that. What he loves the most is seeing your face light up at the sight of whatever it is he got you, he’ll always surprise you despite you telling him you don’t need anything.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

I don’t think he’s that into PDA, but he’ll definitely hold you hand in public to show that you’re his. He loves to hold them tight and rubs his thumb against your knuckles, maybe every now and then kissing it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Goes into protective mode immediately. He’s lived most of his life in chronic pain, so to see even just the smallest paper cut send him to the fist aid kit you have. He always kisses the injury and pouts if you tell him it’s not a big deal.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Everyone thinks that Mick is always serious and poker faced. This isn’t always the case, he’s a big goofball. Always making weird sounds and faces to make you laugh, not to mention is dark sense of humor. There’s never a boring moment with him.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Really depends on how he’s feeling, most of the time he’s gentle yet passionate. Sometimes it gets a bit more rough if he’s in a frisky mood or if he’s frustrated. All of his kisses are filled with love, never unpleasant.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He loves very quietly, showering you with as much physical attention as he can. He also just does things that some wouldn’t notice but you do. I also imagine he leaves cute(sometimes questionable) notes around the house for you to find.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

He has many, but surprisingly it’s when he told you about his AS. He was having a particularly bad night, and up until that point he was able to suppress his pain from you. However when you heard him groaning in pain you led him to bed and asked him if he needed to got to the ER. He sighed and knew he needed to tell you, so he did. He was so scared that you would be disgusted and break up with him, or he too overwhelmed with the fact that he would slowly be more dependent on you. But you held his face in your hands and told him that you love him regardless, and that you could never leave him over something he can’t control. It was in that moment that he realized he loved you, and that he wouldn’t lose you. He maybe she’d a few tears but he’ll forever deny it.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

As stated above he feared you would leave him due to his AS. But he’s also scared about what his future holds, questioning if he’ll be able to take care of himself. He doesn’t want to be too dependent on you, and put too much pressure on you. You always reassure him and tell him whatever happens, everything will be ok.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He’s very possessive of his hats, you guys have a sort of “game” where you steal his precious hat and hide it from him. He either finds it and pretends to be offended afterwards, you always laugh together in the end.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I think classic things like ‘babe’ and ‘doll’ are things he would call you. His go to is ‘love’, it’s simple and gets his point of loving you across.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Cuddles on the couch are always his go to, but he also just likes taking to you about whatever music he’s working on, if he’s feeling nice he’ll even show you. He also loves listening to you infodump about your favorite inters and hobbies. He loves the excitement on your face, he loves you.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

As cliché as it is Home Sweet Home reminds you of eachother. It reminds him of you because you are his home, on the road he has you in mind whilst playing it.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

At first he had a hard time opening up to you(see E-Emotion for example). But after he learns he can trust you he tells you everything, Though sometimes he takes a while.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

For Mick I would say from 2 hours to 2 months. No in between.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s a bit awkward in the beginning of the relationship, but over time learns how to console you. This consent king always asks if he can touch you to hold you, or just listens to you rant about whatever it is. He can’t always promise to give good advice but will always listen to you, no matter what.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

I don’t see him as the “show off” type. He is very proud but not in an arrogant way. He’s very proud of how far he’s come as a guitarist, and pushes himself to do better every day. As for you I think he would prefer to keep things more private, he doesn’t seem like the type to go out to show his partner off.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Mick is not a violent man. Whenever the guys pick on him or do dumb shit he takes it and keeps his mouth shut, but when you defend him he’s once again reminded of how much you love and care for his wellbeing. I don’t think he’d join in, unless you were getting hurt. Then he sees red.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Mick can read you like a book, which is frustrating because reading him can be quite the challenge. He picks up the slightest changes in body language or demeanor of your voice, it’s a bit unsettling.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He wouldn’t do anything over extravagant. My take is he would do it at home, after doing things that are very un-Mick like. Like waking you up with breakfast in bed (he never gets up before you), then taking you out to do some shopping. Maybe after he would take a bath with you and make dinner, filled by your favorite movie. Before the night is over he’d lead you to your shared room, and pulls out the box and pops the question after he tells you how much her loves you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Having you around always soothes his brain. He also may play some of his favorite music or jam out on his guitars, with you as his audience🖤

#mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #mick mars #motley crue x reader #motley crue #fluff

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itsmymeaningoflife · 10 months

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If you're still interested in answers to your twd shipping post, I just finished the series :D Feel free to ignore, this got really long.

(And just a heads up, any time I say "Daryl is..." I mean that I hc him that way. Just so it doesn't come across that I'm arguing that anything I say is canon or not. xD)

I'm a donnie/conyl shipper and I am totally pleased with the state of Daryl's relationships by the end. Daryl is someone who takes his time comfortably letting people into his heart. The pace he and Connie are moving felt good to me! While the self-indulgent part of me would have loved more for them (at least Connie also seeing him off or slightly more physical affection), I didn't need a fully established relationship between them yet. I see it as something that is there, but still blossoming as they're also navigating their way through own personal paths in life.

It took 10+ years for him to tell Carol he loved her and she is an extremely important person to him. I don't think it's weird if he and Connie aren't quite there yet.

That, and I personally hc Daryl as not a very romantic person in general. I don't think he's going to be super mushy or deep kiss in public. He's not one to long for candle lit dinners or walks on the beach, ahaha. This also goes had in hand with my hc that's there's some gray romantic/sexual or demi romantic/sexual thing going on with Daryl. I hc the way he feels, expresses, and engages with people relationship-wise is pretty different from mainstream folks.

(So when I'm in the mood, I literally feel comfortable hc'ing that he and Connie ARE together in the epilogue scene and they just didn't express their reunion with any big grand gesture because they draw most of their joy from casual physical affection and simply being around each other.)

The other complicated half of the answer is that I also see Daryl and Carol as sort of... platonic life partners? So to me, they kind of ARE together, just not in the traditional romantic and/or sexual way? Whereas I enjoy Daryl and Connie having a bit more of that romantic interest in each other.

And as someone who connects very strongly to deep, intimate, polyamorous/non-monogamous relationships, I have no problem shipping Carol with Ezekiel romantically, Daryl with Connie romantically, and then Daryl and Carol in an equally important but different dynamic relationship that includes this true, deep, powerful platonic love.

And media almost never gives us relationships like Daryl and Carol that are platonic, so I just adore them that way. It's so satisfying for me seeing a man and a woman so close who aren't romantically involved. I LOVE PLATONIC 'I LOVE YOU'S THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY.

TWD often comments on not being restricted by how the old world expected life to work, and I think that can go for relationships too. The dynamic that Daryl and Connie and Carol and whoever else have don't have to fall in neat little boxes they way society used to dictate. I love it being fluid and open and comfortable without a need for jealousy or labels.

And this is only the tip of the iceberg for me when it comes to talking about these guys, but I'm trying to keep it concise as possible. xD

So, I think your post was asking about what less ideal state shippers prefer, but personally, I don't feel I like lost anything. Who knows what's to come with the spin off, but as of the twd finale right now, I don't feel like they ditched or abandoned Daryl and Connie and I wouldn't give up Daryl and Carol's friendship for the WORLD. They're both super important to me. :D

And I left behind ship wars back when I was 13, so no matter what does happen in the new spin-off, I'm going to be in my happy little twd bubble off to the side shipping these characters in the way that brings me the most joy.

While I’m not really engaging with this part of the fandom (‘shipping wars’) anymore since the show has ended, I think that this is a really interesting take and I’m very grateful you took the time in writing out this ask, thank you.

You make some very interesting points. The one thing I absolutely agree on is the asexual Daryl hc. I’ve always been a big big big supporter of asexual Daryl.

I’m glad you’ve watvhed this show tho, and I’m glad that you, a donnie shipper, can also appreciate the profoundly deep connection between Daryl and Carol. A lot (not all, but a good chunk) of donnie shippers like to diminish their bond in favour of their ship. So thank you for that.

But one thing I will have to “call you out” on (I’m sorry for the phrasing I really don’t mean it in a harsh way hahah) is the “Daryl isnt one to long for candle lit dinners” line… because this

is a very treasured moment in the Caryl fandom. Daryl being the only person Carol let in (both physically and emotionally) after she pulled away from the group, and Daryl asking “if [he] has to be a king to get some food around here” is such a beautiful scene.

That and in s11 he asks Carol to meet him for lunch, and when Carol suggests the diner, he tells her “it’s a date” … so like… he does, and has been involved in asking people (Carol) on dinner dates

I will post this ask as I think people will want to see this take and maybe chime in on some points better than I can.

To anyone replying to this person- be kind and be respectful. I’ll be monitoring comments and anyone being hateful will be removed. It will not be tolerated. People can have opposing opinions and still have respectful discussions about it.

#caryl #twd

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Listen I love the TF guys an unhealthy amount. Still. To this day.

look at them

I love them. I will always be the absolute softest, full on fluffy and emotionally mushy for Will tho. I love them all, I’m obsessed with all of them. I need them all in my life - where are my 4 boyfriends? They are my dream reverse haram.

Just saying tho I’d hubby-up Will so fucking fast. IM SO SOFT AND WEAK FOR HIM! The others too, but Will first. Frankie is def husband #2.

Don’t get me started on Frankie just - the chokehold this man had on me - just take this in

Look at him, ahhhhhhhh

Now back to Will-

👏🏾 FUCKING HUSBAND MATERIAL👏🏾

And don’t get me started on my headcanons about how passionate Will can be in the bedroom. Yeah he’s in control and calm and level headed but in the bedroom - don’t let his calm demeanor fool you. To me, Will is very romantic, loving, attentive . Sweet observant hubby material 100%. He can be a soft lover but, to me, also down right filthy behind closed doors esp if he trusts you. His inner freak will come out. You know what they say about the quiet ones - No one has to agree, that’s the great thing about headcanons, this is how he comes off to me. Soft dom who can be harder when he’s feeling in the mood - those vibes - he has lots of secret kinks - lots of praise and body worship of his partner - next level aftercare - massages when you get home - CUDDLING IN BED (I’m getting emotional here)

Like, okay, my reverse harem fantasy. Hooking up with Benny and Santi immediately. On the spot. Just right to it. Individually or at the same time, I am happy with either.

I’d wait a little longer with Frankie just cause I’m a slut for angst/longing with Frankie. The build up x Frankie is just - it worksssss for me and the payoff would be *chefs kiss*

And Will, tho I’d of course want to jump his bones on sight, I’d also be in love so trying to wait for the perfect moment. Maybe shy. Maybe we can have a date or two before - let my self get romanced by this handsome m’f - oh my heart.

Anyway, late night thoughts. That’s all.

#late night thoughts #goodnight #gif credit to the owners /makers #tf headcanons

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floral-hex · 10 months

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Just a bunch of text below because I feel like rambling, nothing too exciting

Where to start? Just gonna babble a bit

Met with the nice nurse yesterday morning to talk about meds. That sucked. Very offputting and distant. Lots of anxiety and worrying during the appointment and she just either stayed quiet or made me feel bad for not being able to make an appointment she referred me to (which I tried to explain I couldn’t make because I am fucking pooooor and it’s an hour away and life is ridiculous right now but nooooo I blew it so thanks lady). Ugh she’s usually so nice. Maybe I just caught her on a bad day. Anyway, upped my viibryd & now I’m on vistaril instead of buspar.

Therapy appointment yesterday afternoon, which also sucked. God, I just keep feeling like I’m letting people down. It’s like if I don’t come in with concrete improvement each week, I just feel like shit. Yes, I’ve been fucking lazy. I’ve been fucking depressed and stressed and worried about moving, I hate myself, I feel shitty, and then he just kinda makes me feel worse about myself. I know that wasn’t his intention, I know he’s just trying to push me because lord knows if I don’t get pushed I’ll just stay a lump forever, but still, it’s left me with a shit mood since leaving his office. Ugh… but I still dig the guy, even if I feel like I’m “failing” therapy.

I have to be out of this place by next Wednesday 😬 and I honestly haven’t even packed anything yet… which is doubly, triply, dozensly bad because turns out family is coming to help move boxes TOMORROW! Ugggghhhh so I’m going to spend the day packing.

Which leads into: still don’t reeaaally have a place to move into. There’s one of two options, so hopefully one of those comes through. The places look nice. I’m going to miss living here, but I think that’s mainly because I’ve been here so long, I’m comfortable here. I will be comfortable somewhere else. It’s just the transition period that’s rough. We’ll see.

This vistaril is making me a bit muddled. I know it’s basically mega-benadryl, but at least I feel something from it compared to buspar. Just finished my second cup of coffee.

I don’t have anything else important to say, I just wanted to put another bulletin point here.

Oh, this house is full of spiders. I don’t know where they all suddenly came from, but there have been tons of… I don’t know exactly what they’re called… those brown hunting spiders. Not the tiny ones, either. Usually I love spiders, they’re good little dudes, but they’ve just been popping up a lot lately. I was walking barefoot in the kitchen the other day and stepped on something chunky, only to lift my foot and have a big spider, still alive, drop to the floor. I love you guys, but you gotta not be near me, okay?

Okay last bullet point, I swear… uhhh… I love you.

I lied. One more. I’ve had two coffees and this vistaril is STILL beating my butt back and balls. I’m such a lightweight. I wannnnna fuckin uhhhhh smooch. yeah bro, smooch.

When I get… I’m not tired… but like, when I get… I can’t think of the words. Like tired but not tired. Drowsy but not. I could sleep, but I won’t. I get mushy. I feel mushy. I feel like a mushy peach. Sweet and squishy. I want to be mushed. squished. smushed. smooched. I love you, goobers.

#not important not important not important #ummm whomst wants kissies??#you can ignore this #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #text

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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JJK when they want attention

warning(s): none !

a/n: just smth sweet rq by my mf baby 🥳!! Hope you guys like hehehehe

characters: yuuji, megumi, gojo, nanami, inumaki, nobara, & maki

Yuuji

Has literally no problem being bold faced about it I PROMISE. If he’s feeling cuddly and clingy and you guys are alone he’s whining and clinging onto you, doing any and everything in his power to convince you to come nap with him or cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. If you’re in public he has a ~method (which he definitely thinks is a total secret and he’s a genius mastermind but you’re 100% onto him and just thinks he’s so cute so you give in most of the time).

He’ll come up behind you, even if you’re taller than him, and hug you super tight around your midsection, mumbling about how tired he is and, oh gosh, how warm it would probably be under the covers if the two of you were cuddling right now. And, man, I don’t know, napping? When you giggle and give in he gets so giddy and holds your hand super tight all the way home.

Sometimes though he just wants your attention and praise so he’ll talk about things he did that day that he thinks you might be proud of him for 😭 and every time you say anything along the lines of “good job” or show your interest he gets so happy and lights up :)

Megumi

Megumi is a starer sorry not sorry LOL. You’ll even be alone, in your own shared home, and you’ll feel a pair of eyes staring at you from the other end of the couch and when you turn your head to ask what’s up he’s looking away super fast hoping you didn’t notice, as if him not so secretly turning his head away from you doesn’t give it away. He just feels so weird asking for your attention - and not just cause he’s shy but he gets all in his head about it.

He doesn’t want to seem weird asking you for attention, maybe you’re not in the mood. What if it makes you uncomfortable? What if you feel like you have to say yes? Or what if you say no and it’s awkward? How would he even ask for attention? He’s just generally an over thinker and slightly embarrassed over how much he just wants you to pay attention to him.

Over the course of your relationship though you’ve picked up on his little signs and have learned how to coerce him into letting you know what he wants, as well as giving him attention when he needs it.

Ask him a few questions about anything and through the course of the conversation you’ve somehow brought his head to your lap and are now playing with his hair until he passes out, and he’s in heaven <3

He’s very lucky to have such an attentive s/o :)!

Gojo

A WHINER. A LOUD BABY WHINER. He’ll often opt for making inappropriate comments too - even if you’re in public - to make it seem like ~that’s the reason he wants you in bed, but then he’s suddenly “super tired” and thinks cuddling is a better idea instead. Why he just can’t tell you he’s in the mood for cuddling you never know

He will blow your notifs up and not give af 😭 texting you endlessly like

(y/n)

I miss you :(

(y/n)

HELLOOOOO

[1 photo attachment]

it’s my penis 😜

14 missed FaceTime calls from “gojo.”

I’m sorry I’m joking it’s not my penis don’t be mad :(

It’s actually not his penis

If you do answer one of his spontaneous calls though it’s just him smiling at the phone like “whatcha doingggg?” Cause he misses you and your face

He also is constantly sending you things while he’s away with work, postcards, gifts, treats, you name it. You cant blame him for missing you sm :(

And when he does get home from a trip he’s actually a bit quieter, looking forward to just wrapping you up in his arms and cuddling with you until you fall asleep. But he makes sure to stay awake so he can look at your face and think about how cute you look sleeping and probably drooling a little <3

Nanami

No words, just sighs and hands. This was particularly common when he still had his boring office job - although now with gojo he just has to give you a look when he gets home that says, “this man is gonna kill me, please just hold me.”

He’s most clingy and cuddly when he’s tired/fatigued. It’s so easy for you to coerce him to bed or to relax when he’s visibly drained cause all it takes is some quick work of your hands on his sore muscles or running through his hair, or better yet undoing his tie for him, and he’s putty in your hands. He always watches so intently too when you take the time to take off his suit jacket and tie for him, even going so far as to unbutton his shirt. You know it’s been a long day when he lets you do this and after he’s decided he’s stared at you and basked in you long enough, he grabs your cheeks and leaves you a sweet sensual kiss. He always sighs deeply and then pulls you into a hug, every once in a while you even hear him mumble about how lucky he is.

If he ever just wants your attention though he kind of makes a fussy show about it 🤭 I’m talking sighing periodically and staring at you and once you look at him like ,, yes? He starts asking you random questions about your day or just in general. He just wants you to look at him and talk to him ok?

Inumaki

Ok he’s a very different person depending on whether you’re in public or in private:

In public it’s a lot more subtle cues. Like fidgeting with your hands a lot, tugging on your clothes even or sometimes staring at you really trying to work up the puppy dog act like :( cuddles please?? Or if you’re sitting down somewhere maybe he’ll rest his head on his shoulder to really signal to you he’s feeling cuddly. There was only one time where he had to take drastic measures and text you cause you just were NOT taking the hint.

You were busy listening to Yuuji and rambling back and forth with him when your phone suddenly went off and it was a text from Toge that just said “🤨 give me 10 reasons why I don’t have you in bed right now cuddling with me.😐 since when did yuuji talking about dogs suddenly become so interesting 🧐?” LIKE ABSJAJSJAA

In private it’s a very similar attitude at times he’s just physically more bold. Like he’s not above picking you up and carrying you somewhere he can hold you and kiss all over your cheeks <3 he’s a little less bratty about it when it comes to you two cause he knows you want affection just as much as he does at those times :) although he thinks making a show of things is very funny to him

Nobara

Her favorite form of affection and attention from you is lowkey head pats or when you ruffle her hair. It all started when she did some trivial thing and as a joke you reached your hand over to ruffle her hair and tell her how good of a job she did, and sure it was funny but man what she wouldn’t give to have you do that again.

So now she often finds herself babbling on to you about all the things she’s done recently that she’s proud of when she wants your attention, hoping you’ll praise her again in any way. She especially loves when it’s unexpected though, when she’s not fishing for praise and she just gets it. Or rather any kind of compliment really. Something about it makes her heart soar <3

She also really likes when you do her makeup so she’ll often ask you to try things on her or to even do your makeup <3 even if you’re just playing around, it feels so soothing and she loves getting to stare at you so close I love her I gtg

Maki

She likes to pester when she’s feeling clingy. Checks in with you and any responsibilities you may have so she can immerse herself in them with you and just work on things with you :) like no matter what it is she’ll find a way to get herself involved 😭 she really just wants extra quality time with you and will find any way to do it without seeming too ~mushy, mushy just isn’t really her thing

When she wants to cuddle though she’ll try to trick you into thinking you need rest HSKJJAJA

“You seem tired, why don’t you rest. I’ll help you fall asleep.”

“Hmm you look pretty sore. I’ll go run you a bath, sit and wait here.”

Acts of service anyone?

Also, praise is actually kind of important from you, she never really received it much growing up having dealt with her family, and doesn’t feel like she needs it to feel proud of herself. But something about hearing you praise her over even the tiniest things has her feeling some type of way every single time.

Y’all just love and cherish each other what can I say <3

Pls leave comments, flood my inbox, Rb, whatever u prefer I just love hearing your kind words :D love and miss these fools 😪 and as always I really hope you guys enjoyed my first jjk piece :)!

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arknights-imagines · 3 years

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GOD that mostima post had me FEELING things. I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates mostima a lot wahhh ; v ; i was wondering if maybe you could do a mostima/doctor after their established relationship when one of them has got injured or smth? :o I feel like with her belief that she can't hold warmth having to provide it in a dire situation would be an interesting challenge for mostima, and likewise being on the receiving end of it in a situation like that too for her!!

(It's good to be back!!! 😭🥳)

Aaaa tysm anon! 😭🥺 I'm glad you like my stuff on Mostima haha 👉👈 tbh she's grown a lot on me since I've started this blog!! 💕 She's very underappreciated 🥺 Anywho, thanks for the request and I hope I did Mostima justice here~ 🌸

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Easing Worry

Imagine format; no fixed perspective!

Contains: Mostima, reader as the Doctor, gender neutral Doctor/no gender mentioned, established relationship, a few background characters, very brief mentions of an explosions and injuries, fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Mostima having to deal with her emotions 👉👈

Word count: just over 2k!

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“Mostima, come in! Mostima!!”

Static was all that came in reply despite the amount of times you called out into the communications link. Frustrated, you sighed sharply and watched the blink of the Caster’s tracker on the map of the ruins displayed on the screen before yourself, Amiya and Texas.

Mostima had been dispatched on an Operation to some old city ruins in Kazedel for a Mission; Unfortunately, you couldn’t accompany the Squad she was sent out with, and thanks to her lone wolf nature the Caster strayed from the other Operators who were with her. She must’ve run into trouble soon after, because when you had tried advising her to return to her Squad members through the comms-link, all that came in reply was a commotion and then silence.

“...That’s not good.” Texas’ tone wasn't very telling, but her furrowed brows and tight jaw read unease. From beside you, Amiya spoke up, “Doctor, what would you like to do?”

Mostima’s tracker was still active, which meant she must’ve been alive - still, the pit of worry in your stomach didn't fade in the slightest. When you didn't reply, Amiya decided to take the lead, “We should wait a little while longer. Maybe Ms. Mostima will get back to us…”

You had your rapt attention on the screen before you, and so when no protest from you came, everyone did as Amiya said. Even after some time passed, the tracker didn't move and nothing came through the communications link.

From her spot at another console nearby, Closure huffed loudly, “...our drones can't find her.” When you turned to look at her, she went on, “Doctor, Mostima is definitely alive down there but… we can't see her from up here, and I have no idea what happened.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor and you fell silent; within seconds the worry began eating at your insides, soon creating a suffocating tension around your heart. The thought of something happening to Mostima made you feel ill - more ill than any sickness had ever made you feel.

Amiya spoke in your place again, “P-Perhaps we should send someone. I’ll call one of our other Operators and we can create a plan-” “No, I’ll go.” Everyone's heads snapped to you right away, their faces filled with consternation and slight surprise. As was expected, Amiya shook her head right away, “Doctor, it isn't safe down there-” Though difficult, you shook your head and replied as calmly as you can manage; if it wasn't safe for you, then Mostima was in grave danger and needed to be extracted right away.

Amiya seemed conflicted - however, everyone was well aware of how much Mostima meant to you, and how much you meant to her. Your relationship was common knowledge around Rhodes Island by that point. And so, though she was worried for your safety, the Chimera nodded and stepped in front of the map displayed on the screen to take your place, “Alright, got it. I trust you, Doctor - bring Ms. Mostima back safe and sound!”

Not wishing to waste any time, you began heading straight towards the door of the aircraft; your heart pounded almost deafeningly in your ears as you outfitted yourself with proper protective care and a parachute. Closure opened the aircraft door, and you stepped close to the edge with one thought in your mind;

‘Please be okay, Mostima.’

…

The expanse of ruined land was silent; the heavy scent of sulfur and ash was carried in the air, and the dust from the building collapse was only just settling. Convinced that they had successfully killed any threat, the Reunion soldiers took their leave - the aircraft that was hovering over them couldn't mean good news on their end.

Unable to move, Mostima groaned quietly - she had only just regained consciousness, what happened? She didn't quite remember right then. Some sort of heavy weight is putting pressure on her whole body, especially her legs and chest. As she attempted to open her eyes, pain spread throughout her skull like a flood and forced her to screw them shut again. Somewhat paralyzed under whatever was holding her down, the Caster stayed lying on the ground, taking in shallow breaths.

When her ears began to stop ringing, the sound of footsteps followed by a voice calling her name caused Mostima to snap back into reality once more. ‘....Doctor?’; That was right, she was on an Operation you assigned her to, but something had gone wrong along the way. Had you come looking for her?

Finally, she found her strength; it wasn't much, however. Wincing as she moved her body, the Caster lifted her arms and began forcing up the rubble that was pinning her form down as best she could. Your voice tore through the air again - “Mostima!” - and your quickened footsteps neared her. You assisted her in lifting the remnants of the exploded building off her body, insisting that she tried to move as little as possible as you removed the rest of the rubble from her body.

Moaning a little in pain, Mostima shakily shifted her body until she was sat with her back against one of the pieces of debris you had helped lift off her. With the adrenaline now gone, pain began filling her body in so many places that even breathing began to sting; and yet, when you had given your attention to her, her usual soft smile played on the Caster’s lips.

You knelt beside her right away, hands hovering over her form, “Mostima, are you okay?” Grinning still, she managed a nod, “Doctor, hello to you too…” Though she tried, she was unable to bite back the pained wince she made as she lifted her arm to wave at you. Your eyebrows knitted together and your face twisted in a frown - and yet Mostima was smiling at you still.

“What happened?” Your hand had come to cup her cheek, but she shook her head before her fingers could rest on her skin; no matter how much time you two spent together, it seemed her instinct was still to reject any affection you wished to give her. Avoiding your gaze, she began to explain, “During the Operation, the Squad got ambushed. Hm, our guys were actually doing well, we had almost taken care of all of them.” A small sigh bridged her sentences, “But just as things were wrapping up, I saw a few of the Reunion trying to make an escape. I figured that was no good, so I went after them...haha, I guess I walked right into their trap, because the next thing I knew I was under all that rubble.”

While she had been talking, your hands were pressing and running over parts of her body checking for injuries; something seemed to be impeding your thoughts, however, because though you were supposed to be scanning for wounds, your eyes were staring at the ground. Were you upset?

Hoping to lighten the mood, Mostima spoke once again, This time a strained laugh left her, “Ahaha...sorry, I still really don’t get this whole ‘teamwork’ thing.” Immediately, you shook your head, “No… don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She lifted a bow at you.

Your eyes finally looked up from the ground and you reached into the bag you were carrying, unearthing bandages and a clean cloth. The Caster fell quiet as she allowed you to cover the scrapes and cuts on her arms - your touch was so gentle, you touched her as if she was made of precious glass. You took the cloth in your hand then lifted it to her face; this time, however, Mostima didn't shake you off or pull away. Instead, she met your gaze - and what she saw caused her heart to ache.

Your face was riven with worry, only some relief was on your features - probably due to the fact that she was still alive. Mostima’s calm grin faltered, “Doctor….” In all honesty, seeing you so worried over her caused the Caster more pain than any of her injuries did; this wasn't her intention, she didn't mean to panic you to the point that you came down to look for her.

She wasn't used to this, you were both acutely aware of that. Mostima worked alone, Mostima dealt with things alone; before you, every person she held dear was someone she also ended up pushing away. Close bonds - she didn't need them, the Caster told herself, there was no need for them in her line of work. And so she was never raring to work with others, and people she had relationships with barely ever saw her anymore.

But with you, her usual method of pushing away until the other person gave up didn't work. And soon, thanks to your persistence, warmth began blooming in her heart - and she was helpless to stop it.

Unfortunately, Mostima was just as helpless when it came to expressing all the warmth she held for you in her heart. You caused emotions she contended with, and so her first instinct was to pull away or push you back; and that usually just left both of you feeling hurt. The Caster didn't believe in her capacity to encompass love or warmth - but you did.

Finally, Mostima found her voice once more, “Doctor...angel.” She corrected herself, instead using the nickname you rarely ever heard from her. It was mushy, cheesy - and yet butterflies filled your stomach every time she used it. Once she was sure she had your attention, the Caster spoke, trying her absolute best and allowing all of her words to come from her heart, “I’m sorry, I know I must’ve scared you really bad. I didn't mean...to worry you.”

Your face softened at her words; placing the cloth down, your hand found its way to hers. When she interlaced her fingers with your own, you smiled gently. Relieved to see you more at ease, Mostima squeezed your hand as best she could considering her loss of strength before continuing, “Unfortunately - in case you haven't noticed - I’m terrible at this. Haha…you’re really unlucky to have fallen in love with someone like me. I push people away, I push everyone away.” Her smile had gone, and now her face was filled with serious, genuine sincerity. “But I don’t want you to go away, you’re the first person in a long time who I’ve wanted to stay with. And I know I’m not good at showing it…”

Gathering some of her strength, the Caster shut her eyes as she lifted your hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. “But my dear Doctor, my sweet angel - I care so much about you. Actually, scratch that... I love you, I love you so much.” And she trailed off, relaxing with her lips on your hand and losing herself in the moment for just a second or two.

It felt indescribably warm to just shut her eyes and pretend it was just you and her in the entirety of Terra. While it was hard to take down all her walls, it was so much better than deflecting your affections and was worth it for the way her heart grew in her chest as she allowed herself and you to be compassionate towards one another.

When your hand moved to cup her cheek, Mostima leaned into your touch rather than pulling away. When her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell upon your effusive smile; “I love you too, Mostima. I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.” Your words prompted her to chime with a light laugh, “Hehe, I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh~?” You shook your head in reply - when your grin widened, she couldn't help but mirror the expression.

Facial features softening and becoming sincere, she left another kiss on the inside of your palm, “I’ve never had anyone like you...Sorry if I’m not always cooperative. Thanks for looking after me, Doctor.” A warm, passionate grin came to your face as you replied, “Always, Mostima.”

The area that surrounded the two of you was in a ruinous state, that same heavy scent still hung in the air and injuries were still littered all over Mostima’s body. And yet; upon seeing your smile, her body filled with a heartened feeling.

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First Day of Christmas...

Trope: Childhood friends who remeet as adults Relationship: Orc x Human Word Count: 3,323

I wander around by the creek during a hot summer day. My mother has warned me against traveling here alone, but the chance of catching a frog to terrorize the other kids is far too tempting. With a stick in hand, pants legs rolled up, I waddle through the shallow. Little fish swim by my toes, frogs scurrying out from under the mud. The task is far more challenging than I thought. I poke the stick at every leaping creature, falling short every time.

"What are you doing," a boy asks from the other side of the creek. Startled, I snap to attention, looking at a small orc. He looks to be older than me, definitely taller, but how can I know?

"catching frogs," I answer.

"really? Why," he asks.

"I don't know," I grumble," because frogs are neat." I look to my feet, spotting a frog lazily swimming by. I ready my stick, slowing guiding it towards it's back. As fast as I can manage I push down. Crouching down I look to the stick, huffing in frustration as I'm left empty-handed.

"Why a stick," he interrupts my pity party.

I shrug," it's how Tommy Howser caught his frog."

"Well Tommy Howser is an idiot," he chuffs, bending down to roll up his pants.

"Oh yea," I snap," why is that?"

He trod through the water," because you're just stabbing the frog, so unless you want to eat them I suggest not poking them super hard with a stick."

The orc stops before me, snatching the stick from my hand with a huff. He tosses it aside before looking around. I watch him, observing his small tusks and short shaggy hair. I've never seen an orc with short hair. He catches my attention, pointing to the shore. I spot a frog resting on the bank, the water barely lapping at its body. The orc sneaks over, hands raised as he angles himself. Quickly, he strikes out, cupping his hands around the frog. He pinches the little creature by the legs, making it stretch out as he walks over all smug.

"See, Tommy Howser is an idiot," he grins. I ignore the jab, waddling over to look at the frog.

"Whoa," I reach out and pet it," you were so fast!"

"Of course I am," he puffs his chest," I am orc, orcs are meant to be quick and strong."

I don't pay him any mind, stretching out my hands," can I hold it?"

"Yea," he arranges his grip," pinch him around the legs and he can't hop away." I nod eagerly. I do as he says, pinching the legs, holding it with utter fascination. The little guy wiggles in my hand, it's legs trying to kick, but he can't get away. I admire it's dark green skin, comparing it to the orc's similar tint.

"I'm Lum, by the way," he says.

I smile up at him," I'm Thea. You think you can teach me how to catch a frog?"

"Of course I can," he thumps his chest," I can teach you anything."

We spend the afternoon waddling around the creek, catching and releasing frogs together.

The summer is spent similarly to that day. We upgrade from frogs to fish, from fish to birds. I learn a great deal about hunting from him, enjoying myself more than I ever have. I even get to teach him a few things, though nothing as useful as what he teaches me. The day I find out he doesn't know what tag is, is the day I begin my mission to play every child's game I know.

In the middle of fall, I sit down next to Lug eating lunch. He has been silent most of the day, barely saying anything even when I bait him into a conversation.

"What's wrong, Lug," I finally ask, setting my apple down. He sighs, dropping his head.

"I'm leaving next week," he pouts.

"Leaving," I ask," where?"

"I don't know, just south," he answers," my ma told me we have to follow the herd for winter."

I scoff," I don't even know what that means. Why would you follow a herd?"

He smiles, turning to me," we follow the herd so we don't starve. The land becomes barren in the winter and we need to eat a lot as orcs. So if we follow the herd, we can follow the food."

I huff, arms crossed," well I don't like it." Lug chuckles, scooching closer to give me a side hug.

"It's ok, Thea, we come back here every spring. So I'll be back, it will just be a while," he squeezes my shoulder," besides, it's not like I can teach you anything in the winter anyway. Everything is migrating or hibernating that hunting here would be difficult."

I push off his arm, pouting as I turn my back on him," I don't care, I want my friend here."

I hear him sigh, the leaves crunching as he walks around. His feet stop in front of me, crouching to catch my eye. I give in, looking at his stupid cocky face. He drops a hand onto my shoulder.

"I'll be back by the time the last snowfall melts, I swear it," he places his hand on his heart," I make an oath to always come back."

I snort back some snot," you better."

"I will. Now enough with this mushy stuff," he stands," I bet I can catch more frogs than you."

I hop up to my feet," you wish!"

The winter was sad, like many after that. As he promised he comes back every spring, meeting me by the creek with a cocky smile and slightly longer hair. He always has something new to teach me, happy to do so. My father doesn't much care for it once he found out, but I could hardly care.

My parents find out about Lug the first spring he came back. They noticed my dower mood during the winter then my grand smile in the spring. To my surprise they were alright with Lug, asking to meet him. We share a meal, my father asking way too many questions till mother shoos us off to play.

Every spring is started with a meal with my parents then a long recap on our winter. It's a lovely tradition that lasts a few years.

Lug and I are strong friends well into the years. Things hardly change between us, being close as ever. We play and fight, arguing and making up quickly. Growing into our own as we become teenagers. My father hovers around then, setting curfews and weird rules. The attitude change with my father and Lug is one I had to confront Lug about. He waved it off as nothing, distracting me easily.

It isn't till 15 that I understand why father was so uptight with Lug's and I's friendship. Weeks of build-up brings me to startling discoveries about new wants. I've been looking at Lug in a new light, noticing him doing the same. He is my first kiss, sharing an awkward chaste one near the creek. It's weird and right at the same time. That summer we learn very different things besides hunting and gathering. Kisses become way more enjoyable after a while.

My sixteenth year is the worst year of my life.

Fall approaches too fast, I've never had a reason to hate fall until Lug came into my life. The trees changing colors now puts me in a sour mood. The walk to the creek knowing that it may be the last time this year that I get to is troublesome. Though Lug has ways of distracting me from those thoughts until he has to wave goodbye that evening.

I meet Lug by the creek like usual, plopping down beside him with a huff. He seems far worse than I do today, the worry rising more and more the longer he stays silent. I grab his hand, threading my fingers between his.

"What's wrong," I bump his shoulder. He sighs, squeezing my hand in his.

"I have something to tell you that I know you won't like," he starts, his voice low and angry. It's rare to hear him angry, only truly seeing him mad once when his father forbade him from joining the hunting pack when he was a fresh teen.

"You can tell me anything, I can take it," I try to be courageous. It's easier to act strong when he needs it.

"I'm leaving for a little longer than before," he glances at me out the corner of his eye.

"W-well, that's ok," I try to be optimistic," I've waited months for you, what's a few more?"

He winces," it's not going to be just a few months."

I stutter on my attempt of cheer," a-a year? That's ok, I'll be fine. It's just one year, right?" he looks up to me, his eyes a bit red. My heart squeezes at the sight.

"It's a lot longer than a year, Thea," he answers. My throat tightens, threatening to choke me.

"H-How long," I ask, trying to fight back the stinging in my eyes.

"I don't know, I just know it's going to be a long time," he says, reaching out to cup my face," but I promise I'll be back. I will come back for you." he tugs my head down, resting his forehead against mine.

I sniffle," you better," I mimic the words I said that first time. He chuckles, lifting my hand and twisting it palm up. His hand covers mine, something cold sitting between our palms.

"I vow to you that I'll be back, and you know an orc never breaks their vows," he thumps his chest. I clench whatever's in my hand as I laugh.

"Yea, I know," a tear rolls down my cheek. He pets the drop away, pulling me in for a kiss. It's bittersweet, but sweet nonetheless.

We sit like this, holding one another for longer than necessary. He reluctantly lets me go, getting up off the ground. We part with a final kiss, neither one of us ready to let go knowing that we won't see one another tomorrow.

"I love you, Thea," he pecks my forehead.

I shut my eyes," I love you too, Lug."

He leaves me standing near the creek. I cry to myself, nearly falling back to the ground in my pain. I finally look to my hand, uncurling my fingers to see a thread with a wooden totem attached to it. I smile despite it all, admiring the little carving with care. I'll see him again, even if I have to wait a lifetime.

Fall becomes winter, winter becomes spring. It's hard to see the snow melt knowing that Lug won't be waiting for me. I still end up waiting by the creek, looking at the frogs as I remember the many failed attempts of snatching one. Every year I come back to the creek, hoping that this year would be the year. I always leave feeling a little more empty.

Time goes on as I grow into my own, no longer a bumbling teen but a grown woman. I get my first job at a bakery, working for a family friend until their son can take up the business. It's humbling work, though suitors take the chance to flirt while I cook in the back. My father is rather angry that I shoo off the young men trying to get a nibble of something more than pastries. I can't bring myself to argue with him.

I gain my second job at a bar, working as a waitress in my 20s. The lively people bring on a new level of enjoyment that the bakery didn't have. Fellows still take the chance to flirt but it's easier to cast aside as they are mostly drunk. Travelers come in, sharing tales of the adventures that make the time go by quicker. I like my job, though going home makes the emptiness inside louder.

I wipe up the bar, picking up empty glasses and litter as I go. The night is rather dull, only having the normal regulars in. it's to be expected as the winter comes to an end. Business should pick up as spring begins and the critters come out of their holes for mating season. The bell at the front door rings, catching my attention.

I look up to see an orc walking in.He is rather large, clearly strong, and proud of it. His hair is braided down his back, beads adorning a few smaller strands. He is very handsome like most orcs are. I don't pay him any mind, use to orcs quickly finding their spots and calling out their orders.

Polishing a glass I catch sight of the orc sitting in front of me at the bar. His large hands rest clasped on the bar top, a ring resting around his thumb.

"Hello," I smile sweetly at them," what can I get ya?"

He smirks, dropping his eyes to his hands," Fire Brandy, please."

"Please? Already the most polite customer I've had this month," I tease as I grab a tumbler, pouring his brandy.

"Is please such an unused word nowadays? Damn the discipline of mothers, not teaching their children manners," he jokes back. I snort, passing him his drink.

"well said," I knock on the bar," a please and a thank you can get you far these days."

"That right? The only thing it's gotten me is brandy and a word of praise from a cute barmaid," he smirks.

I fluster at his words, turning away to grab a dry rag," don't know about that last bit but I hope you know basic manners doesn't pay for your drink."

"Damn," he huffs," what's the point now, ain't getting anything out of it."

"Gets my respect," I offer.

He pretends to ponder," I'll take it."

I smile to myself, focusing on polishing the glasses. The orc watches me, drinking his brandy slowly. I pass him a few glances, blushing each time he offers me a smile. He really is cute, but I can't say that I'm too interested.

"Lovely necklace you have there, can't say that I've seen that totem too often," he says. My hand immediately grasps the little wood craving, my heart fluttering with the action.

"Yea, a friend made it for me," I answer casually.

"A friend? I don't think that's what that totem means," he leans forward on the bar, inspecting the carving.

"Well, friends is just an easier term. We weren't lovers, being too young for something like that," I blush at the idea.

"Yea? Don't mind telling me about this 'friend' while I waste some time," he asks. I can't help but jump at the offer, wanting to finally break the seal that's bound these memories away. Mother and Father didn't want to hear about Lug so often. Which is understandable.

"No, you don't wanna hear a story of lost love," I shuffle away, putting the freshly polished glasses away.

"Of course I do, what better story than one with young love," he rests his chin on his head," please, I'd love to hear it."

I watch him, nearly smiling at his devoted attention. With a sigh, I lounge against the bar.

"We met when we were like eight, at least I was eight. I was catching frogs by the creek when he just appeared across the way," I start.

"Why were you catching frogs? I thought little girls hated that kind of stuff," he asks.

I shrug," I wanted to show off to the boys that I could catch a frog too. One of them said he caught one using a stick to trap it against the dirt. I wanted to try it."

He scoffs," why would anyone use a stick to catch a frog?"

"I don't know," I laugh," he probably didn't want to get his hands dirty."

"Damn Tommy Howser," he shakes his head with a smile," such a wimpy boy."

"Yea, he was," I laugh with him," makes sense he moved out to the city then."

"He moved out to the city? Gods, his parents should have taken him there when he was a child," he scoffs. I can't help but smile, the words taking a bit longer to register. When it does, I startle.

"How did you know about Tommy Howser," I ask. He stiffens.

"Uh, I heard about him," he lies," from other people."

I cross my arms," what other people? Tommy hasn't lived here in three years." he flounders for another lie, falling short with a sigh of defeat.

"Hello, Thea," he nibbles on his cheek," I see you kept the necklace."

I freeze. It can't be, surely this large hulking orc couldn't possibly be him.

"Lug," I ask with a choked cry. He smiles wide, nodding. I can't speak, my eye stinging as I finally see the resemblance. He truly has grown into the man he always said he would be. As handsome as he was seven years ago.

Without much thought I jump over the bar, him helping me down before pulling me close. I hug him, my arms barely touching around his hulking frame. A sob rips from my throat as I cry tears of pure joy. He pets my back, nuzzling his head against mine.

"I'm sorry I took so long," he mumbles as he kisses my cheeks," I didn't expect to be gone so long. I apparently had a lot more to learn from the elders than I anticipated."

"You’re here now," I look up at him," that's all the matters."

Lug smiles like a fool before roughly pushes his lips against mine, his tusks way more prominent now than when we were kids. I cup his rough cheek, feeling the hairs prick at my palm. He is so different now, but still exactly the same. God, I've missed him.

We part, smiling like idiots in love. He wipes the tears off my face, I pet at his cheek. My heart feels ready to explode at the happiness coursing through my veins. Lug looks the same with his great toothy grin and wondering hands.

"I waited for you, I'm so glad I did," I look him over," you got hot."

He barks out a boisterous laugh," glad you think so, I got big and strong for you. And you…gods, you look amazing."

"oh stop," I blush.

"No," he tugs my hips to his," now that I finally have you I'm going to shower you with sweet praises and worship your body like a holy temple." I gulp, my insides turning to mush as he leans down to kiss at my neck.

"Whoa, let's slow down," I grab at his braid," I'm still at work."

He growls in frustration, pulling back," alright. How much longer?"

"Till close, which should be soon," I answer," you don't mind waiting around, right?"

"I've waited seven years, what's a few more hours to that," he says.

Lug keeps me company till the last patron leaves. The second I finish the last bit of cleaning he has me in his arms, kissing me breathless. He has half a mind to pull back, smiling down at my dazed face with glee.

I break out of his arms, grabbing his hand to tug him out the bar and into the cold night. I pull him down into a kiss, not able to hold off for another second.

"I love you, lug," I mumble against his lips.

"I love you too, Thea," he answers in kind.

"Are you going to take me home now," I ask with a wicked grin.

He growls, lifting me up and over his shoulder. I laugh, blushing as he palms my rear. I've missed him so much and we have a lot of time to make up.

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getyouasenju · 3 years

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Dragging Away.

Part 2/3 to the “Dragging” series

Part 1 Dragging Along

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, profanity, small spoilers.

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"What the fuck just happened"

Did she just give me the ring back? I stared at the ring I spent so long choosing that just had been shoved into my palm. This argument escalated entirely too fast. I was hesitating a hell of a lot more than I usually do, I couldn’t find a way to solve this tonight. I just knew that I loved (Y/N). I look through the window and see the weather was going to shit and I sigh to myself. I didn’t think this was going to be this troublesome. I tucked the ring into my pocket, brewing a plan to return it to her finger in the meantime. Scratching the back of my neck I glance at the bedroom door and then back to the window one more time. (Y/n) wouldn’t leave in this kind of weather, I’ll make this quick.

I was stressed. If it wasn’t raining, i’d light one for the walk. It didn’t take me long to get to the place Temari was staying. I lazily lift an arm to knock but before I could even touch it with my knuckles, it whipped open and a distressed Temari appeared. She looked so broken. In an instant she was in my arms sobbing, if my shirt wasn’t already soaked, it would’ve been in that moment.

Cradling her into my chest I tried to calm her sobs, pushing the door in I walk us both into the house, Temari shaking in my my arms. If I were to bring this up any other time, the blonde would deny ever crying. I sigh as I rub her back trying to soothe her and lead her to the couch. Glancing over her head to the weather outside, I started to worry If (Y/N) had really left.

This was going to be a long night... so much for making it quick.

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I held my breath as I leaned against the bedroom door. What the fuck? I strained my ears trying to listen over the rainfall for movement. Is he really going to leave and go see her? I just gave him my fucking ring back. Holy shit. I felt like absolute hell, my mind was entirely too foggy to be dealing with this right now. It felt like I was listening through the door for ages until I heard it.

-Click-

There it goes, the door closing behind him. He left and I was too, we were done. I hadn't eaten anything all day, yet I still wanted to vomit- hell I already had that bitter taste in the back of my throat. I couldn't tell if my face was soaked from my tears or basically walking through a flood. I looked down at my left hand, it felt so... bare and I felt shattered. He let her in our home while I was gone. Then he doesn't even want to explain why he's running to her aid in the middle of the night? and I'm just supposed to accept that? Thousands of scenarios were running through my mind, I just didn't understand. The wet clothing had began to irritate my skin. I jumped into the shower and started scrubbing myself red. The cuts and bruises from the mission were burning intensely, but I had too much tunnel vision to care.

"I won't be here when you get back"

Damn right I wouldn't fucking be here, is he crazy? How would he like it if I had invited an ex over while he's working? Then not tell him shit about it, how about that? He would never speak to me again. I step out of the shower and begin to ready myself. Glancing out the window I saw the storm was getting worse, but there was absolutely no way I was sticking around! I mean, I had already given the man his ring back. The ring. It was so beautiful, it meant so much that lazy man had actually went and picked it out all by himself. There goes that feeling of wanted to vomit again, damn. I didn't bother drying my hair or even dressing somewhat nice, the rain was so heavy it wouldn't matter. I grabbed my suitcase and opened the first drawer.

I was dragging the suitcase through the storm for a solid three minutes before I came to the realization. I had no where to go- I’m the worlds biggest idiot. Don’t get me wrong, I had friends but they were also shikamaru’s friends. If it was an option, I’d run straight to Ino’s house but she and shikamaru were friends before she knew me, for fucks sake they were two thirds of Ino–Shika–Chō. I didn’t want her to be stuck in the middle of our mess... plus she just started dating Sai and I really wasn’t interested in possibly intruding on anything they were up to at this time of night. So to a hotel I went, soggily. As I got to my assigned room I sighed to myself as my shoes made mushy noises down the hall.

I couldn’t stay here forever though, I had to figure it out. All I knew was that I did not want to see shikamaru for a while. I thought about my life, I started to laugh as I spoke to myself “I mean.. It could be worse? right?” I sarcastically laugh to myself, flopping my rain soaked body onto the once dry bed. Soon my laughter turned to tears. I was alone, and partially by choice. I wanted to leave, I needed to leave, I just wanted out and I wanted it so bad and that was just what I was going to ask for.

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“Are you sure? This is a very dangerous mission (Y/N), This could take months.”

I bow my head in regard to our new leader, Naruto. I was currently standing in the Hokage’s office. Naruto seemed taken back, and honestly a little confused. I felt his eyes trail to my ring finger, I wanted to melt into a puddle, he knew something was off. I felt bad for putting pressure on my friend, it was only his first week as Hokage, I knew he was right for the job but this was a lot. So much for keeping our friends out of it. He swallows and speaks “You just came back from a mission, has Sakura checked you out yet?”... No... oops? I smiled almost too wide and waved my hands in front of his face, “I’m good I promise! see?” I stretch from side to side as Naruto face palms. “I feel like I’m missing something here”.

I sighed “I’m perfectly capable.” I knew this wasn’t about my capability, more like my stability really. I go to argue my case again as the door rips open.

“You left”

I whip around and stare harshly at the raven headed man. “You left me first” he crossed his arms and spoke lowly, “I told you I was coming back”, laughter ripped through me, “and I told you I wouldn’t be there when you came back after seeing her!” He took one step closer and I took two steps back, He let out a low noise, “You aren’t going on that mission”. I was bewildered, isn't this his day off? What the fuck was he even doing here? “That’s not your fucking business nor your concern” He looked at me like I was crazy and spoke quickly, “We’re engaged, I love you and that makes this my business (Y/N).” I angrily waved my left hand in the mans face, showing him the bare ring finger. “No, engaged men don’t play damsel in distress with other women in the middle of the night shika! You are very much single now and free to do what you want, and I will do the same!” The nickname slipped out, I won’t let it happen again. “Get away from me, I’m not in the mood- I don’t think I’ll ever be in the mood for you again.... and you smell like cigarettes.. bad.” I mumble out, turning my head to avoid the smell.

“Regardless.. you’d have to be an idiot to do back to back missions like this. How troublesome do you have to be to even think this is a good idea.” He replies, “I understand trying to get away from me, but going off on a mission looking for a death sentence is just out right crazy and as an Advisor, I say no.” ending his rant with a sigh and a hand to the temple as always.

Did he just call me an idiot and tell me no?

I think my face gave away how pissed I was, and Shikamaru didn’t look too happy either. I turn back towards Naruto and see the man was basically scared for his life. “That’s enough” I thought to myself. I let out a groan “My apologies Lord Seventh,” I turn to Shikamaru. “I’m not doing this with you.” I bow my head to Naruto and try to make a speedy exit, but of course fiancé dearest is following me. I didn’t care though, I was leaving and most likely apartment hunting, If I wasn’t getting a “vacation” then I was getting my own place thats for damn sure. I was almost near the exit when he grabbed my arm.

“Can you just listen to me? Or an I just gonna profess my love to you and be brushed off again?” I snatched my arm back, how can someone so smart be so stupid? How high was that IQ again?... “brushed off you say.. like you did to me last night, huh?” I groaned out, I was so tired. There goes that feeling of wanting to vomit.. again. My head was fucking pounding still, the pain was so intense.

I took another step back, staggering. “What is wrong with you (Y/N)” he groaned. I could hear him talking to me again, but I couldn’t focus on anything. I wave at him and turn towards the exit again. God my fucking head... I need to go, what is this man doing to me? As I reach my arm out to the door my vision started to blur, the next thing I knew my head was colliding with the door handle and I was out. Cold.

“You just came back from a mission, has Sakura checked you out yet?”

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Hey guys, thanks for reading part 2! Still new and learning :)

Part 3!

Until Next Time! xxo (▰∀◕)ﾉ

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incorrectbandofbrothersquotes · 3 years

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 6

Adore You

Ron Speirs x Juliet Fletcher

Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

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Warning(s): The beginning of this is just a touch NSFW, but nothing explicit. Also, mentions of abuse and later abortion.

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Chapter 6 here we go!!!

Sunlight pooled into the room above the Blue Boar, warming the skin of the two bodies tangled up in the sheets upon the bed. It illuminated for Juliet all the places Ron had touched her the night before, the memory of it as electrifying and sensual as the moment itself. She stirred to look up at his sleeping face, goosebumps erupting over her as she recalled the number of times she’d whined his name as he drew climax after climax out of her. It made her squirm against him now from her spot tucked into his side. No one had ever made love to her like that before, and she found herself hungry for more already.

To steady herself, she listened to his heart, counting the beats coming steady and strong. It didn’t help quell the ache between her thighs because she just remembered bracing herself against that firm chest as she straddled and rode him. Face growing warm with all the images of their tryst, she shifted again. This time, enough to wake him.

“Morning,” he said, voice raspy with sleep. “‘M surprised you’re up. Must not have done my job right.”

“Believe me, you did more than enough,” she returned, pressing her lips to his chest, right beside the faint marks from her fingers. Her own voice was a bit hoarse as well, but she had used it quite a bit during the evening.

“I see,” he smirked. “You want more then.”

Very few people could make Juliet Fletcher blush, but that made her cheeks burn. He was right after all. Even with everything they had done, she was eager to have him again. And again and again and again…

“Shut up,” she grumbled.

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “Tell me what you’d rather I do with my mouth.”

She giggled at that, biting her lip as she considered his offer. “I want it on mine.”

True to his word, he said nothing, but pulled her close for a deep, heated kiss. Their lips were still slightly swollen from the night before, but it didn’t stop them. There was no rush this morning, just gentle exploration, soft moans, and slow hands.

As his mouth trailed from her jawline to her collarbone, he stopped, something on her skin standing out to him - something he hadn’t noticed in the night. A circular, red scar where her collarbone met her shoulder. He gently touched it with his index finger.

“Birthmark?” he guessed, but something in his gut told him he was wrong.

She shook her head. “Scar. The cigar was a pretty typical threat for Dad, but he made good on it once when I got carried away with back chat. And Billy wasn’t around.”

His face shifted just slightly when his jaw stiffened and his mouth turned down. “How old were you?”

“Ten,” she told him. “I don’t even remember what I said or why we were fighting. But I remember the pain, that’s for sure.”

He met her gaze. “You’re awfully casual about something like that.”

“It was so long ago,” she returned with half a shrug. “Honestly, I forget it’s there most of the time. And he’s gone now.”

The way she averted her eyes told him it bothered her more than she was letting on, but he didn’t pry. Instead, he pressed his lips to the scar in a display of tenderness that nearly took her breath away. It did not erase what her father had done, but it felt more healed than it ever had before.

After their morning round, they decided they needed food or they’d never be able to keep this up. So they headed downstairs.

Juliet hummed through most of breakfast, which was a stroke to Ron’s ego, but he didn’t mention it. He just watched her pop a bit of food into her mouth and do her little in-seat dance that was fucking precious in his opinion and appreciated that he was with her. It seemed odd that the last time they’d had breakfast, they were perfect strangers. Just a few weeks later, they knew each other...well, intimately.

“Why the book?” he asked suddenly.

She looked at him mid-bite into some toast. “Hm?”

“Why did the book make you kiss me?” he said.

“It really wasn’t the book to be perfectly honest,” she said, setting the toast back on her plate. “It was what you did to get it.”

He cocked his head to the side questioningly as he took a sip of his coffee.

“The whole making up multiple bidders, and choosing Humphrey Bogart as the winning name,” she explained. “And then how much you paid for it. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“No way,” he returned. “Not even when you were engaged?”

She shook her head. “Arthur was...a very self-centered man. He wasn’t unkind, but he had a role he wanted me to fulfill. And I was expected to do it without him putting in any effort to keep me there. I think...he always thought I was lucky to have him. So he never took on any grand gestures.”

“I’d hardly call bidding on your book a grand gesture,” he replied, unsure what else to say to that. Putting effort into someone you liked? Wasn’t that setting the bar a little low? That felt like the bare minimum. He had always thought of love as two people sort of earning each other, and continuing to prove that they cared.

“It was to me,” she said, her voice soft and just a smidge quieter than usual. Which told him she was really touched by what he’d done. It didn’t surprise him since apparently the only man who had never let her down was her brother. “Thank you.”

“Well, don’t get too mushy, I mostly did it so I can make fun of you,” he said, lightening the mood.

She snorted. “You’ll get loads of material from that, trust me.”

“You’re not afraid of what I’ll find?” he asked.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she shot back, a determined gleam in her eye.

For a moment, he believed her. She did seem to put almost her whole self out there for the world to see, so ready to take a risk. With the father she had and the heartbreak she’d endured, it would have been especially understandable for her to be afraid of everything and everyone. But she took the world head on, and had even opened herself up to him, without once asking him for any sort of promise for a future. She was so remarkable to him, he just sat back and admired her. Until she froze and the color drained from her face.

“Jules?”

She didn’t answer him, she only stared at a spot on the table, eyes fixed on something in the middle. He followed her gaze and saw a small spider, maybe a couple centimeters long, creeping across the wood.

“Juliet?”

“Fucking shit!” she cried, leaping from her seat. The chair scraped against the floor before toppling onto its side as she scampered away, pressing her body into the wall on the other side of the pub. “Ron, you have to kill it!”

He gaped at her, utterly astounded. “Are you serious?”

Her ghost-like complexion told him she was, but she nodded her head anyway, eyes wide with paralyzing fear.

“Spiders?” he questioned. “That’s what gets you?”

“They’re creepy!” she insisted. “It’s perfectly normal to be -”

“It’s the size of a -”

“I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN HOW BIG IT IS, RON, JUST KILL THE BLOODY THING!”

Resisting the urge to laugh, he picked up a napkin and slapped it down over the spider, wiping it away before balling it up and walking it over to a trash bin to dispose of the remains. When the coast was clear, he approached her and she shuddered.

“Ugh, I still feel it on me,” she said.

“It never touched you,” he reminded her.

She scowled. “Look at my face.”

“I am looking at your face.”

“Does it look like I want to be sassed?”

“It does not.”

“Then keep your little opinions to yourself.”

“Not an opinion,” he returned. “It really didn’t touch you.”

“What did I just say?” she shot back.

“You’re being unreasonable,” he said.

“Okay, and?”

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just finish breakfast.”

“No way!” she cried. “I’m not going back over there, what if there are more of them?”

“There aren’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually, I was just there.”

“Can’t we just leave?” she asked.

“Juliet, I promise if there are any more spiders, I will kill them just as swiftly and mercilessly as this one,” he said. “Let’s finish our meal.”

She eyed him skeptically, as if at any moment he would open up his jacket to reveal a secret stash of spiders just waiting to assault her, but he only held out his hand. Reluctantly, she took it and allowed him to lead her back to the table. He resumed his seat right away, but she inspected hers first. Satisfied there were no more spiders, she sat.

He sipped his coffee. “So, is it just spiders or all bugs?”

“Spiders, mostly,” she answered. “Other bugs I can take care of myself.”

“Why spiders, then?”

“It’s just a thing,” she said with a shrug. “I can’t explain it.”

He could have argued there was a lot about her that couldn’t be explained, but decided against pointing that out. He just took another sip of coffee. She reached for her fork.

“Juliet, wait!” he said urgently. “I think I see another one!”

She screamed and hurled the fork away from her. It soared over to the adjacent table and clattered onto it before skidding to a stop. She looked over at it, chest heaving with her frightened breaths. Incidentally, it was free of any creatures. She glowered at Ron and the infuriating smirk on his face.

“That’s not funny,” she grumbled.

“It’s a little funny,” he returned.

“I loathe you right now.”

“I can live with that.”

She snatched his fork from in front of him and used it instead. “You’re a bully.”

“Eat your eggs,” he replied.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she retorted.

He shot her a steely look, and she stuck her tongue out at him before taking a bite of her eggs. She chewed and swallowed.

“That’s a good dad look you’ve got there,” she said. “D’you use it on your subordinates?”

“Dad look?” he questioned.

“Y’know, the stern look,” she said. “You pull it off well.”

“You seeing that as paternal is only a little bit disturbing,” he replied.

“That’s fair,” she conceded. “I didn’t have the best example.”

“I’d say you probably had one of the worst,” he said.

“Wouldn’t fight you there.”

“To answer your question, if my men disappoint me, I make it known, in whatever way the situation calls for,” he said.

“That’s...vague,” she said.

He only shrugged again before he changed the subject. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I’m actually taking the train to Trowbridge to interview the defense attorney for the Lee case,” she said. “I should be back by this evening, though.”

“You want some company?” he offered. “We don’t have any training going on today.”

She blinked. “Really?”

“Sure,” he said. “Despite your attitude, I kinda like spending time with you.”

“Flattering,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I actually...would love that. Thank you.”

Once again, something so basic was - to her - going above and beyond. It was clear to him that Juliet had become accustomed to a certain level of interest in her, and it was low. He hoped to prove otherwise.

***

Trowbridge was not much bigger than Aldbourne, there was just more going on since it was the capital of the county. Juliet was meeting the defense attorney at his office, and she confessed to Ron she was a bit nervous about the interview. He wasn’t an attorney that worked for the government, he was in private practice. His name was Harvey Cooper, and when Juliet had done some background on him, she discovered he was well-known for cases like the Lee case. He had actually sought out Meredith Fisher when the police report came through about Peggy’s body. There was a lot that could go wrong, but Ron reminded her that there was also a lot that could go well.

They arrived at the office, where they were greeted by a secretary. Harvey emerged from his office with a smile that would have been more appropriate for a salesman than a defense attorney for a murder case. He shook Juliet’s hand, accepted without question that Ron was her photographer, and took them back to his office. He gave a brief, cheerful tour of the place, explaining that he’d done some updating, but was limited because of the war. Juliet and Ron exchanged a surprised look at the man’s chipper disposition.

“Well, Miss Fletcher, I must say I’m surprised you’re working this story,” Harvey said as they all took seats in his office, Juliet and Ron on one of the desk, and Harvey on the other. “I read some past issues of the London Pursuit, and saw you were an entertainment writer.”

“Yes,” she said gracefully. “I got a bit of a promotion, you see, with the majority of the men otherwise occupied.”

“Sure, sure,” Harvey replied. “Of course, in my line of work, I’m more than aware of what women are capable of.”

Ron watched Juliet’s careful disguise of her distaste to that remark. She forced a smile and tucked her hair behind her ear, before retrieving her notepad and pencil from her bag.

“Certainly,” she said. “Which brings me to the point at hand. I’ve spoken to the prosecution about Meredith Fisher’s case, and the evidence is really strong. How do you plan to plead?”

“Not guilty,” Harvey answered simply.

“On what grounds?” she asked, unsurprised by that answer.

“Institutional failure,” he said.

That took her aback. She blinked for a moment and sat back in her seat. “Institutional failure?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Operation Pied Piper was under prepared and under planned. According to my research, no one vetted any of the families who agreed to take in children. If you signed up, you were approved, no questions asked.”

Juliet’s brow furrowed. “While that’s certainly interesting, it doesn’t absolve Mrs. Fisher of responsibility for her individual actions. No other unvetted family has done this.”

“But they could have,” he insisted. “I believe Mrs. Fisher is being made into a scapegoat for something that could have reasonably happened to any number of the children who were part of the program.”

She stared at him for a long moment, and Ron watched her. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. Ron didn’t quite understand it either - it was a flimsy argument.

“Are you...are you taking the piss?” she questioned.

“Not in the slightest,” Harvey said.

“Mr. Cooper, that argument is generally only used in civil cases for things like job termination,” she said. “This is murder. And it didn’t happen to any of the other children. Mrs. Fisher isn’t a stand in for something that’s been happening nationwide, this is a single instance.”

“But, if the committee in Parliament had done its job, Peggy Lee would never have gone to the Fisher home,” he said.

“Why?” Juliet pressed. “Does Mrs. Fisher have a record of violence?”

“No, but one interview could have told them that she had no children of her own,” he said. “They never could conceive - a naturally devastating thing for a woman. Who would trust her with a child after discovering that?”

She froze, and Ron watched something flash behind her eyes. A storm was brewing inside her, a hellish anger at the implication there. He didn’t agree with what Harvey was saying either, but that was just the sort of comment that set Juliet off.

“Your entire argument is childless women being unhinged simply because they are childless,” she said, and there was a strain on her voice to keep it level. “There are plenty of women who cannot have children who do not go around murdering other people’s, myself included. Your head is up your ass if you think this will be an acceptable defense in a court of law!”

It took Ron a moment to fully absorb what she had just admitted. He wondered for a fleeting second if Juliet was bluffing, but she was too ethical. In situations like this, she wouldn’t lie - not about something so serious. He also wondered if it was something he could ask her about, but that was a conversation for later.

“Any doctor would diagnose her as unstable,” Harvey said, face darkening. “And I don’t appreciate your tone, Miss Fletcher.”

“I don’t appreciate your ignorance, Mr. Cooper,” she shot back. “She wasn’t diagnosed as anything except woman, and that was by you, not a doctor.”

“Hold on -”

“So if I - I dunno - leapt over this desk and strangled you,” she cut across him, and Ron held back a laugh. “You would reasonably expect another attorney to argue that it’s the responsibility of the London Pursuit because they should have known, say, that my ex-fiancée was an attorney therefore I’m more likely to kill one? Because scorned women are known to be more furious?”

“That’s not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same, only in your case, worse,” she snapped. “A child is dead, and you are making a mockery of the fight for justice.”

“I’m doing my job -”

“Your job should entail getting Mrs. Fisher evaluated by a doctor and arguing down her sentence based on her mental capacity,” she returned. “Instead, you are reducing her to a monster because she is unable to give birth.”

“I’m not -”

“Even if it were true - which it isn't,” she interrupted him again. “It would still be her own fault for putting her hands on a child!”

Harvey slammed his hands down on his desk, which prompted Ron to get to his feet, but Juliet didn’t even flinch. She stared that lawyer down as if they were in the courtroom already and she was the cross examiner. She was so unafraid it was almost difficult to believe that just hours ago a little spider had sent her running across the room.

“Miss Fletcher,” Harvey said levelly, casting a sideways glance at Ron. “You clearly came into this interview with your mind made up about my client and this case. I must ask you to leave.”

She stood up. “You’re right, I did come in here with my mind made up,” she said. “But that’s because I’ve got the facts. Unlike you, Mr. Cooper, I do not rely on drollery to do my job.”

“That’s a bold statement coming from a woman -”

“Do not ever reduce me to my sex, Mr. Cooper,” she snapped. “Yours certainly will not protect you from being intentionally stripped of your dignity.”

With that, she turned on her heel and swept out of the office. Harvey stood up. He went around his desk and started after her.

“Hold on, what does that mean?!” he called.

Ron intercepted him at the doorway, stopping Harvey with a hand to the chest.

“No,” Ron said simply, with a warning look. It went without saying that Ron had about fifty pounds on Harvey, so if he followed them out, there would be consequences. When that was well understood, Ron went after Juliet.

She was already outside by the time he caught up, and she was waiting for him. The wind blew her hair, and he was briefly struck by how attractive she looked. He was already aroused by how she did in the interview. When he wasn’t on the receiving end of her ranting, it really was something. It was something when he was, but ultimately more enjoyable when it was directed at someone else. Because he could just sit back to watch her go and admire her.

“Well done back there,” he said.

“What an absolute wanker,” she said. “Institutional failure, what a fucking joke. And how insulting for Mrs. Fisher. Everyone deserves a lawyer who takes them seriously. And he clearly doesn’t.”

He only nodded in agreement. “What did you mean by the dignity stripping comment?”

“I can’t print anything about this until the trial happens, but believe me, that conversation will be included in the article,” she said. “I’m not normally one to get set on taking someone down, but if he seeks cases like this out just to pull stunts like that, the public should be aware.”

Her face was red with frustration and her pace had quickened. Luckily, Ron had no trouble keeping up since his strides were longer than hers. His own heart was racing, but mostly out of his excitement about her. When there was a break in the buildings, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into the alleyway, pinning her against the wall. He stifled her yelp of surprise with a searing kiss. He wanted to show her how much he felt for her. She was smart, passionate, and annoyingly ethical, but he adored her. Seeing her in action only reinforced just how much.

She moaned into his mouth before they broke apart for air, but clung to his jacket so he wouldn’t get too far away. Her eyes took a moment to re-focus on him after the dizzying intensity of his kiss.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed.

She searched his face for something behind his words, but found him genuine. “Thank you.”

She bit her lip as she looked him up and down, that hunger from the morning returning to her. She craved him again, and when he smirked she knew he was aware of the effect he had.

“God, what’s wrong with me?” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Plenty, but I really like you anyway,” he returned, and she beamed. “You wanna get back to Aldbourne?”

She nodded eagerly. “God, yes.”

He turned to get onto the street again, but she pulled him back for another kiss, this one just a little longer than the last.

It was on the train back to Aldbourne that he decided to inquire about what he heard her say in Harvey’s office. Her head rested on his shoulder as the countryside whizzed by, slowly disappearing as the sun sank behind the horizon. He looked at the yellow glow on her face and couldn’t help himself.

“You really can’t have children?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Oh, crikey, I almost forgot I mentioned that.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if -”

“No, it’s quite alright,” she assured him as she sat up. “We are sleeping together, so you’ve got a right to know.” She paused and looked down at her lap before continuing. “I was pregnant once. By a man I’d been seeing only a few weeks. But I was nineteen years old and terrified of what life would be like with a child I didn’t really want.” She fiddled with the handles of her bag. “So I made the decision to terminate. Only, something went wrong, and I was told because of the mistake, I’d be unable to have children. That’s the long and short of it.”

The confession should have been shocking, but he found himself remarkably indifferent. He wanted to know more about it, but the act itself did not bother him in the slightest.

“Did you tell the father?” he wondered.

She shook her head. “No. I’d made up my mind and I didn’t want him to try and persuade me to change it.”

“So you went alone?” he asked.

“No, Billy took me,” she told him. “No questions asked. He was the only one who understood.”

“Understood?”

“I wasn’t ready for marriage or a child,” she explained. “I had so much more I wanted to do with my life.” She met his gaze. “And I’ve done it.”

“So, no regrets, then?” he questioned hesitantly.

She pondered that, glancing out the window before looking back at his face. “Not really, no. I’m not suited for motherhood, anyway.” She bit her lip. “Is that...is that a problem?”

Honestly, he had not thought much about the future, especially since the war started. It was dangerous to hope. Juliet had awakened some of that in him - some glimmer of faith that he could go to war and come back to her. But children? He had never thought that far ahead, so life without them didn’t feel like a disappointment. He just wanted her.

“No, not at all,” he replied.

She visibly relaxed at that, letting out a low breath before easing herself back into his side. Before she got there, he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and made her look at him once more.

“And by the way, we’re more than just sleeping together,” he said, and he kissed her smile.

She settled against him and closed her eyes. He draped his arm around her shoulders. They were content.

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Måneskin Group Chat- Chapter 5

(Ok so I will be a decent human being and give y’all a bit more of a warning. So when I wrote the angsty plot last night i was feeling dramatic so now i have to listen to sad music so i can get in the mood for writing what i hope will be the last non-text chapter. Anyway, once this is posted my writing is no longer my problem so be cautious)

Warnings: my writing, language

“Ethan”

His name echoed in my head over and over again, a beautiful song with no end, an orchestra made of nature’s most delicate creatures. The sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling as the wind softly blows them all around...that’s what hearing and saying his name felt like. As if the sun suddenly peeked through an endless sea of stormy clouds. Everything began warming up, all doubts and worries left my mind, as if on instinct, so that it can be filled with the one thing that truly healed it, the one thing that truly healed my soul- my darling Ethan.

“Y/N?” Damiano asked from the drivers seat, again, and thus succeeding at making me stop thinking about Ethan, for a second time. I was close to killing him.

“What is it” I asked sharply. “We’re home” he responded, with a soft look on his face.

Oh. Shit.

Now this was very much not a fairytale anymore and the peaceful sound of birds chirping turned into an irritating non-stop alarm that scratched my ears. Focusing on all of the things that bothered me, I forgot to get out of the car, thus having Thomas slowly picking me up and putting me on the alley-way.

“You know what I realised” I said, softly looking at the sky.

“You’re in love with Ethan?” asked Victoria with a cheeky expression on her face

“What? No Im not Ethan is my best friend and I do- O MY FUCKING GOD” My face fell at the sudden realisation . Behind me i could hear three people losing their shit laughing. The world was spinning under me and the corners of my eyes turned black.

“Holy Fuck Victoria why the fuck didn’t you tell me earlier you dumbass YOU LEFT ME ALONE!” I kept on rambling trying to find an excuse for being in this overwhelming nerve-wrecking minefield of an emotion. Meanwhile, I am pretty sure I heard Damiano trying to help Thomas up, after he inevitably fell down from laughing too hard. At me.

A sudden wave of embarrassment rushed over me. “What the fuck guys! First you kidnapp me, then you tell me i love Ethan and now you’re laughing at me!?

Vic wiped a tear and tried to answer through giggles “Im sorry cucciola but the way you reacted to it all is just hilarious! I mean it literally is like that audio on tik tok with the piano song- at first its soft and peaceful, just like you were in the car ride here, and then the realisation hit, and, in perfect sync with the music you realised the clownery of it all!

I heard a howling laughter coming from behind me. I turned to see Damiano on his knees, choking and struggling to breathe, as he was cackling even harder than before. “Shut up” I muttered quickly and went inside.

I quickly made my way up the creaky stairs and ran to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and let my emotions overwhelm me. My night had gone horribly wrong. I was right. I knew I wasn’t made for these things. God, what was my poor date even thinking. What was I thinking? Was I really in love with Ethan?

I kept sobbing and shaking until I heard a light knock on the door. I tried to wipe away my face quickly but it was too late. In a moment I had Ethan’s strong arms wrapped around me, bringing me the comfort i so badly wanted. “Shh, princess, it’s alright. You don’t have to think about anything right now” He had no idea how much those words meant to me. No idea how much he meant to me. I snuggled my face in the crook of his neck, as he shifted his weight so that we could both sit comfortably. He started humming lightly, and his vibrations only soothed me further. His fingers started playing with my hair, before going to my shoulders and massaging them lightly. I slowly closed my eyes, and noticed how I had unconsciously matched my breathing with his. He smelt like sandalwood and a dark stormy day, a scent which for years comforted me deeply. I slowly started feeling his muscles flexing as he picked me up and took me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the mattress and got right behind me. He helped take off my clothes and did the same with his. All we were now was a tangled mess of limbs.

I started becoming incredibly aware of everything. His breath on my neck, his calloused hands sliding up and down my bare back, barely even grazing it. I shivered and his eyed immediately met mine. “Are you cold, cara mia?” “No, don’t worry about it.” I snuggled into him even further, and soon there was nothing between us. Not even air.

For the first time that night, I felt at peace. As if nothing was in its wrong place, as if i wasn’t doing something bad or that I would regret. I knew what Victoria had said, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. Thinking back to all the moments Ethan had tried to express his emotions to me- offering me a warm cup of coffee every morning, offering to take care of my goats, despite being quite furious with my purchase initially. His actions spoke louder than his words. As if on cue, he tightened his arms around my waist and left a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Ethan” i muttered half-asleep. “Yes darling” His eyes were closed, no frown on his face and all of his muscled relaxed. He looked so at peace, so young. I smiled slightly and brought my forehead to his. Our noses touched, and thats when he opened his eyes too. I was met with his sleepy but affectionate gaze, dark and striking, reading all of my secrets.

“What were you going to say cucciola?” His eyes never once left mine, only gently bringing me back to reality. I smiled and brushed a hair strand behind his ears. “I’m in love with you.” His eyes widened. He scanned my face to see if he heard me right and i only smiled to reaffirm my words. His lips were instantly in mine, capturing them in what felt like the most passionate kiss I ever had. We moved in sync as he brought his hands up to cup my face, and I couldn’t help but smile. We pulled apart, no longer being able to breathe, but staying so close we could hear each other’s heartbeat. “ I’m in love with you as well”. He kissed me once more, then pulled me back into his arms. He brushed my hair again and with that, we both drifted to sleep.

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I was awoken by a few light beams filtering through the curtains. Behind me, I felt someone breath evenly as their arms held me close. My mind wandered back to the events of last night. We were off to a rocky start, but it was all forgiven once I came home to him.

Y/n tried to turn softly so that she wouldn’t wake Ethan up. Now facing him, she couldn’t help but admire his soft features. She left a few soft kisses on his cheek, before lightly brushing her lips with him. At that, the boy in front of her opened his eyes, and smiled brightly. He cupped her cheek and brought their faces together, kissing her once more.

The pair stayed cuddled like this for a few more minutes before heading downstairs. Y/n approached the coffee machine and turned it on, while Ethan took some leftover patisserie from yesterday. After all of the food was on the table, Y/n went to sit down, only to be interrupted by Ethans grunt. He took a seat on one of the chairs and beckoned her to come closer. “C’mere amore”. Y/n did as she was told and went to sit on his lap. They ate together in silence, listening to the soft tunes playing on the radio.

Out of nowhere, they heard some giggling. They both turned around and saw three heads peeking from the staircase. Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed gravely, earning a chuckle from Ethan. The three musketeers who created so much chaos the previous night, emerged from their poor hiding spot singing Italy’s National Anthem.

Y/N scoffed at that and Ethan smirked. “So, who finally confessed” asked Victoria cheekily. “We both did, but Ethans came second” Y/n said proudly. Now it was Ethan’s turn to scoff. Thomas, who was still pissed that he had been woken up so early stole the remaining croissant out of Y/Ns plate and ate it in one bite. The rest of the band sat down and enjoyed some coffee too, as Y/Ns goats kept bugging the poor guitarist.

“Well, Im glad the issue between you two has been fixed. I was starting to choke on all that tension” said Damiano out of nowhere.

“Ha ah very funny” answered Ethan, his face completely blank. Y’N turned around and kissed him once more, to keep Damiano on Ethan’s good side.

The rest of their day was similar. Soft touches, random glances filled with love, kissed in between the bands’ practice sessions...

Truth be told, no one was happier than the two lovers who no longer kept their feelings hidden under the mask of friendship.

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Omg so I was listening to some classical music and just as I was getting to the mushy parts it started playing a circus theme omg the universe is talking to me and im afraid its not good.

Anyway i hope you liked it, i will definitely continue chapter 6 as being chaotic and sarcastic, however , if yall want to, i could possibly write some blurbs with ethan x reader.

Until then, y’all can wait until the next chapter cuz its seven am and i have a long and empty day ahead of me

#victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #damiano david #maneskin #måneskin #this shit took the life out of me

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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omg omg omg i have a hc request for fred x fem! hufflepuff when they play each other for quidditch😼

yes

competition

:)))))

also i am loving all these fred requests

ok so before you guys were dating fred would be very carefully around you

would go out of his way to make sure nothing hit you

will yell at people on his own team if they hurt you

very sweet

nice guy

that all changes when you guys start dating

both of are naturally very competitive being quidditch players and all

so yeah there would be a healthy competition between you two

he would be more verbal about his heckling

and you would go as far as too sneak up behind him and try to shove him off his broom (only if you got really desperate)

“come on Y/n, that can't be your best can it?”

“Can it Weasley or else ill come down there and knock you off your broom”

“You wouldn’t even be able to catch me, love”

but he also would help you get ready before games

you guys would have little rituals

hE WOULD BRAID YOUR HAIR FOR YOU

AND LIKE GIVE YOU A KISS RIGHT BEFORE GETTING ON THE PITCH

ok im not sure how true this is

but an extensive google search told me that Fred’s quidditch number is 5 and George is 6

fred would insist on getting 5 kisses before each and every game

and if you guys were playing against each other he would add your number onto that

little butt smack

but when you guys are in the game

both of you act forget your mushy moments

soft kisses

you need to destroy the other

he would also be showing off

at any given chance

“oi! Y/N! watch this!”

“what’s it like dating one of the greats, darling?”

hes so annoying 🙄

would fly by and smack your butt

will result in a penalty for gryffindor

oliver will try to drown fred in the showers

oliver is also constantly yelling at fred

wOW WAIT IMAGINE GOBLET OF FIRE FRED JUST ZOOMING AROUND ON HIS BROOM

HAIR FLOWING IN THE WIND

wow

alright now let’s talk business

if you were to get hurt

like seriously hurt

and he’d have to watch you fall

you know he would try his hardest to get to you fast enough

and would blame himself if he couldnt

oNE TIME YOU FELL OFF THE BROOM AND FRED WENT TO GO AFTER YOU

COMPLETELY ABANDONING THE GAME

AND OLIVER WOULD STOP HIM

OR SOMEONE ELSE WOULD PUT A HAND TO HIS CHEST STOPPING HIM

AND FRED WOULD BE SO ANGRY

WOULD FIGHT THEM

THEY WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PLAY FOR A GOOD WEEK OR SO DUE TO INJURY THAT MADAM POMFREY WAS UNABLE TO HEAL

no one tried to stop him anymore

ok when he would get hurt you would refuse to play

people hated it when hufflepuff played gryffindor because they just knew if either you or fred got hurt, the game would either be delayed or a team would have to be a player short

he will charm your uniform to be gryffindor colors

will also charm it so the back says Weasley

you would charm his to be hufflepuff colors

he is NOT a fan of how close you and cedric would be

would absolutely L A U N C H bludgers at him

he gets a bit aggressive

alright if gryffindor lost he'd be in a mOOD

would insist on being doted on after he congratulated you on your win

but yeah

you better be holding him

and kissing on him

because he lost and he’s sensitive

but ‘at least im dating someone as talented as you, love’

bUT IF YOU LOST

would tease you

not super rude

but would tease you

and if you were genuinely bothered by it he’d immediately feel bad

“aw baby, come here. I’m sorry, i’m only joking.”

but if you tried to tease him

...

he would glare over the pillow he was hugging to his chest making you laugh

aw after games it would be so cute because you’d both be tired and cuddly

after the post game adrenaline induced s e x

#Fred Weasley #fred weasley headcanons #Fred Weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #Harry Potter imagines

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kittehkwrites-backup · 4 years

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On Your Left

Dad!Anthony Mackie x Black!reader

Halloween approaches in the Mackie household and your daughter has a plan that you think is too cute to pass up.

Warning: Fluff

A/N: Not proof read, so sorry for the mistakes and hope you guys like it :)))

It was the day of Halloween.

You were waiting for your husband to return home while he went on his jog and you stayed in bed to do some more work before it got closer to noon.

You knew tonight was going to be busy and tomorrow was going to be spent dealing with a hyper child seeing as your husband can’t say no to your daughter. So that is why you were sitting up on your laptop with your reading glasses on as you went over some paperwork before both kids got more energy and your husband joining in the chaotic energy which resides in this house.

“Aye babes? Where y’all at?” You heard his booming voice after hearing the jingle of keys before hearing him.

“In here Anthony” You had placed your laptop on the side of the bed which was not occupied by you or one of your sleeping children and fixed your shirt as you looked over at your youngest who had gone back to sleep after having breakfast earlier.

You heard your husbands fast steps coming up the stairs and you were met with a very sweaty mackie when you looked at the room door opening wider and the sound of the heavy steps silencing as he was walking normally into the quiet bedroom.

“Hello deary” He had a goofy look on his face which you smiled at before he got closer to you and caused you to scrunch up your face at the smell of your sweaty man.

“ I know you lyin. Anthony” You shook your head, face still made up and head shaking at the way your husband was feigning innocence when he knew good and well he didn’t smell like roses after being under the hot sun, exercising.

“What?” He still acted innocent after seeing your face change from holding a look of love to an expression of of disgust with her nose crinkled up and her head moving back with each step he took, arms out and pit stains showing.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your husbands behaviour before pointing at the bathroom -“Go take a shower before you come near me”- you said, keeping the smile on your face but it was one of shock that he was keeping up this facade rather than avoiding this whole discussion by taking a shower after coming in.

“Bu-” His arms fell and he tried to get a word in when you interrupted the pointless statement he was going to make and you knew it would be pointless because you’ve been married for a few years and have known each other well enough before to know what game he was playing at.

“Yes. You smell like a butt. Funkin up the whole room” You couldn’t help but laugh as his face went to one of hurt once you gestured to the area of the room before fanning your hand in his direction.

“You ain’t right for that” Again the expression on his face was not helping you keep your composure with this man at all.

You let out a snort at your husbands facial expressions.

In that moment your first born came through the door running

“DADDY! DADDY! DADD-“ she stopped and looked up at him and then plugged her nose with her little fingers.

“You stink. Shower now please?” Her voice came out nasally and you swear if it wasn’t for the fact your son was still sleeping, you’d release the loudest cackle at her change in mood before telling her what she said wasn’t nice to say. Only your son was sleeping and your husband was quick to turn up his face at the eldest before commenting, “Just like yo momma. A hater!”

You could tell this was going to develop into a back and forth and it did once your daughter took her fingers off her nose and replied with a “I not” which led to the following...

“You is”

“Not”

“Is”

“N-”

“Cut it out. Both of you, before y’all wake up the little monster over there” You intervened once you noticed that this could go on forever with the both of them. She is her fathers child so that means she’s just as stubborn as him during petty things such as this.

“Hey dats my brudder” Your daughter said as she took her attention away from her father who would laugh but he wanted to keep playing and remained standing with the serious face he had on during the tit-for-tat they were having.

“Well your “brudder” is a pain to deal with when he’s woken up by others. Ok? So I’m gonna need for you, my loving husband, to take a shower and then I’m gonna need you, little curly sue, to come give me some hugs”

She let out a small squeal before basically catapulting into your arms as your husband stood shocked

“Now come on” He let out exasperated, still standing instead of going to shower look you asked before.

“Go daddy. Mommy said to and mommy should only say something once” Your daughter was cute when she was on your side and this was one of the few times in which she actually made it clear that you were the authoritative parent unlike your husband who was the less serious out of the two.

“That’s right baby. I taught you well” You said bringing her closer to yo u and smiling at your husband who stood in disbelief that his daughter basically said you’re the one in charge...which was true but it still hurt.

“Forget y’all”

“Love you too” the both of you said and then turned to giggle with eachother before hearing the soft whines of your youngest. A signal for feeding and that he’s up.

“Alright papa. Let’s get you some food.” You said taking the kids down with you as you heard the shower running.

Anthony finally came out of the shower and made his way to the bedroom, sitting on the bed in his towel and applying lotion before putting his clothes on and heading downstairs where he figured his family was since he couldn’t hear them as clear whilst he was upstairs.

“So y’all just choppin it up and ain’t tell me nothin? Left me UPSTAIRS...

BY MYSELF!”

the kids both laughed at their father and you just couldn’t help but smile at them and shake your head before turning back to the counter to finish making lunch for your family

“Now sir. Do better” You said at your husbands antics.

“Whatever hater” He said coming into the dinning room more instead of looking in on you all.

“Mhm. Keep it up ‘fore you end up in the dog house” You turned as he came behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist before stealing a piece of tomato you had put on the side of the cutting board.

“We gettin a dog mommy?” Your daughter perked up at the mention of the furry animal and your husband muttered a “mhm. deal with that” in your ear before releasing you and heading to the table where the kids sat waiting.

“No baby. It’s not that type of dog house” You said glaring at your husband who had that goofy smirk on his face.

“Oh. Ok” She said before she went back to eating her sandwich that you put together for her.

You gave your husband the side eye, again, before placing his plate infront of him, watching your youngest reach out for the plate as well

“Now listen here son. Daddy loves you very much, but don’t try and steal from my plate”- he said as he watched the young boy drool some on his bib before reaching for his fathers plate again.- “Can’t even eat solid foods but you wanna be up in my plate... Go to yo momma. She’s got your mush ova there”- he said in a finny voice as he passed on the baby as if he were salt that he was passing down the table to you.

Your daughter was laughing at the way her brothers eyebrows furrowed and how he’d smile and kept reaching for the plate until Anthony would move it out of his reach.

It was funny because the way he was talking to him was just normal. No baby talk.

Both y’all made sure to agree on talking to your child like they could understand you instead of using the babies tone that many others used. Of course there’s the occasional baby speak when you’re calling them handsome/beautiful but any other time, you spoke to them like you would anyone else.

“Come on baby. Your daddy is just being mean.” You took your son and put him in his highchair before feeding him the mashed peas and potatoes.

He gave you the why you lyin face and you couldn’t help but snort at his expression

“Y’all lucky I love y’all” Anthony said before taking a hefty bite out of his sandwich.

“But you have to daddy” You daughter quipped

to which your son also let out a “UH!” that sounded like an agreement in the context.

“That’s right. Tell him” You said laughing at the kids and your husband again before putting you attention back on your son to feed him another spoon full of the mushy peas.

“Y’all just like to gang up on me huh? Ain’t got no loyalty in my own house” He shook his head and you paid him no mind but your daughter did.

“What’s loyalty mean?”

“It means he has no one on his side” You said in response to the little girl as you cleaned around your son’s face where he got food on his cheek from moving to fast to the spoon.

“ but I’m on your side daddy” You heard your daughter say in a soft voice after processing the word as she turned to her father.

“Well thank yo-”

“And mommy’s side.”

“Hahahaha” You couldn't help but laugh at the change in your husbands face when she added in that comment.

“ gotta chose one baby girl” He smiled at her since it was sweet she still thought that she could be on both sides in this moment.

“But I don’t want to... I love you both so I want to be on both your sides. Can’t I do that?” She said tilting her head and looking at her father to answer the question.

“Aww baby. You know what? I’ll allow it since you’re just so precious”

“Yay” she said triumphantly and you both couldn’t help but smile at her smile that she had on her face.

You all had your food before clearing up and moving to the living room and having some family time.

“Ant, you said you’d be wearing your cap.suit right?” you said as you looked to your husband once a channel was picked with a kid friendly show on that would occupy the small humans in the room.

“ what if I want to be falcon” He said nonchalantly.

“No daddy. You’re Captain America now.” You daughter said quickly before turning back to the tv.

“But-” He wasn’t really putting in much thought behind the response, he just wanted to mess with the little girl a bit.

“You heard your daughter. You don’t want to upset her now do you?” You said quickly knowing where this could go and wanting to avoid your daughters idea to go to waste.

He looked at you and then you nodded your head in the direction of your daughter who was doing her famous pout and any second the crocodile tears would come and he’d crumble harder than he needed to...

This girl has him wrapped around her little pinky finger you thought and shook your head at the change in your husbands face before he let out a dramatic sigh

“Fine!

Enemies of progress is what you guys are” He said as he turned away from you both before focusing on the show

“No we’re not” You heard your daughter speak up.

“Yea whatever”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the fast pace turn taking between your first born and your adult husband.

You turned to your son who had also been watching the scene and as he turned back to look at you.

you’d swear he was just like you but a boy version and you couldn’t help but cackle. That’s right, you cackled, at the little boys face which caused the bickering out to stop and look in the direction of the rare sound of your wicked laugh

“Honey have I told you how much I love your laugh” Your heard Anthony say and you could hear the sarcasm seeping through his words

You sobered up quicker than he expected and he flinched when all you did was lift your right hand to point at him with a hint of humour behind your eyes.

“Don’t get dragged tryin to be funny now” You said pointing at him like you were scolding him.

“Bu-”

“Shut it birdie”

You said as you grabbed up you guy’s son and kissed your daughter on her forehead leaving her to finish eating before giving your husband a quick side eye

“Babeh? Where you goin?” He said watching you move with the young boy in your hands.

“Me and my son are about to go and have to tile away from y’all drama queens”

“Girl stop playin”

You gave him a challenging look before letting out

“Who gone check me?” You said walking up the first few steps.

Your son decided now was the best time to be vocal

“Ohh”

“Exactly. Tell em again baby”

And he let out the same sound before clapping once he released the attention was on him.

“Now boy” Anthony said getting up and making his way to you both.

“Uh uh.”

“Did you just talk back to me?” He asked after hearing the baby’s expulsion of sound.

“Oop let’s make a quick exit ‘fore he catches us” You said softly to your son before taking off up the stairs and heading to your room.

And you heard his heavy steps because you were too focused on making sure you didn’t fall down with the baby in your hand as you ran away from the man you love and hearing the sounds of your kids laughing at the two of you.

You got in the room and locked the door before he could get there and all he let out was an “I LOVE YALL HATERS TOO!”

“WHATEVER ANTHONY!” You said from behind the door, trying to regain your breathe.

Your baby was smiling when you turned back to him once you heard your husband leave.

“Let’s hope daddy likes what we got planned for Halloween.”

He let out a squeal at you attacking him with kisses as your other family members stayed downstairs a bit longer before joining you both for a family movie session.

It was finally Halloween night and you all made the decision to dress up in separate rooms as a surprise...

Well really it was your daughter that said to do this but it was really just Anthony in another room while you helped your daughter get dressed since your son already had on his costume and you wouldn’t take long once she was sorted.

“You think he’ll like it?”

“Ofcourse baby girl.” You said to your daughter as you looked at her nervous face before fixing her costume from time to time, “You look very cute.”

“I’m the falcon. I’m not supposed to be cute mommy, I have to look iniminatin”

“Intimidating?” You asked to specify.

“Yea that one”

You laughed

“Alright baby. Welp you’re done, and so is little man over there.”

You looked over at your son who was sprawled out in the center of the bed with his mouth open and chest rising and falling.

“Mommy’s turn to get dressed and then we can go surprise daddy. Alright?”

“Yea!” She said jumping up slightly before turning to play a game on your phone which you gave her to occupy her for the time being.

“Awesome.” You let out as you could finally get dressed without worrying about getting the kids ready.

...30 mins later...

“Come on now yall!” You heard your husbands thunderous voice echo throughout the hallway as he shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

“Gotta get a move on if we want to get the loaded houses with the bigger bars before all the greedy kids come”

“Now Anthony! I know you ain’t rushing me for some simple full-size bars you can easily buy at the store” You said peeking your head out of the room door you and the kids were in.

“It’s different!” He replied.

“How?!” You asked, turning to look at the mirror near the door, fixing your costume.

“It’s free!”

His wife kissed her teeth before going silent again and continuing to make the finishing touches on her makeup and making sure her lace was going to hold up for a good few house before the waves completely fell or her son decided to pull at her hair like normal when he wouldn’t have his teething ring.

“Woman!” He husband let out again from the bottom of the stairs, just as she finished spraying perfume on herself.

“I’m coming! Geez!”

“I love you too” He knew it would annoy you like it did him but he couldn’t help it.

“Yea shut up!”

With that you came out with your son who had woken up to your grown child hollering downstairs for some full size candy that’s going on sale the next day.

When you stepped out you checked on your daughter and she stood waiting by her room door and looking at you

“What’s wrong sweets?” You said seeing her standing there.

“What if daddy doesn’t like it?” She said in a meek voice

“Aww baby. He’ll love it. Trust me” You kneeled down and fluffed out her puffs and she couldn’t help but let her grin show at the words of affirmation from her mother.

You kissed her cheek before standing tall again and asking her, “Ready now?”

“Yes ma’am” She said with a stern nod.

“Alright. So mommy is going down with AJ and then you can come down but hold on to the side of the stairs when you’re coming ok?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Alright baby. Let’s go make you dad shed a tear” You said.

You walked down the steps with your son on your hip, head resting on your shoulder, as he just stared into space at nothing particular since he was still in a daze from waking up from his nap.

And as you looked down to the bottom of the steps, there he was.

Your husband

“America’s NEW Ass” as he and Chris would joke about since the ending of the Endgame shoots.

“Hey there Cap...you forgot your shield and your Sargent” You said in a flirtatious tone but also smiling at the reaction of your husband once he realised your son was dressed as the shield.

He let out a soft chuckle as you made your way down the stairs before he came towards you both and lifted his son out of your arms to hold him.

“Ay littleman. How could i forget about you?

you both let out a laugh as he just looked your husband up and down before laying his head down on his shoulder.

“So where’s babygirl?”

“Call her down. she should be ready and ill go get a bottle for the human in which you are holding” You said to your husband whilst looking down at your son and fixing his little shield costume.

“why do you speak like that when you talk about OUR children?”

“Cause I can...Problem?” You said making your way to move from the two and head in the direction of the kitchen.

“No ma’am”

“Thats what I thought” You said as you rounded the corner from the two male’s eyesight.

“mhm and when they become sarcastic like you don’t come complaining to me” he said as he thought you would’ve been out of earshot

“What was that?” You said startling him with how fast your head popped out from around the corner.

“Nothing, my love!” He said gently bouncing your son in his arms and putting a fake smile on.

“Shut up!” You said before coming back out and checking the baby bag before standing behind him and waiting for your daughter to come.

You had pulled out your phone and he hadn’t noticed you had the intention of recording him.

“Babygirl you can come down now.” He said.

He had turned his back to the stairs as your son started reaching for you once he saw you standing behind his father with your phone in your hand

“Ant, I don’t think she heard you. Call her again” you knew she heard him and saw her little figure waiting on the steps as she quietly made her way down until she was practically behind him on the last step.

He called her again.

“Babygirl?! where you at?”

By this time he had not yet turned around but you had a good view of them in the frame

“On your left!”

Your husband finally turned back around to see your little girl in a falcon costume.

“Oh my goodness... well who are you supposed to be?

“I’m the falcon daddy” she said with her bright smile and dimples showing.

“I guess you’re right.” You came around the side to see his gentle smile and bright eyes inspecting your daughter before he lifter her up and threw her up in the air, to which her costume wings came out and it would look like she was flying, before catching her and hearing her loud squeals

“Well falcon, shall we head on our new mission?” His tone serious as if her were actually shooting for a movie.

“Yes sir!” She said with a mini salute and you were glad you caught it on camera

“Alright! Operation candy snatch is a go!” He said with a grin splitting his face from its serious demeanor from less than 30 seconds ago.

You had ended the video as they went to get their bags to put candy in as you looked down at your son and said “we live in a mad house full”

The rest of the night you all went around and gathered as much candy as they would give once they saw your costumes and the actor himself. They were gobbling it up to the point your husband suggested doing another group costume idea for next year to which you suggested ‘8 Mile’ with the straightest face before looking at the stoic expression on your husbands once smiling face.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing before getting back in the house, sorting the kids out and then get ready for your own bed after taking a shower to get the outside stink off of you both before you laid down.

“So Cap, had fun?” You turned to your husband and got situated in eachothers arms.

“Always when i’m with y’all” He had placed a kiss on your forehead before fixing you bonnet since it rose slightly.

“AWW you big softie” You couldn’t help but lean up from his chest and place a kiss on his lips before resting your head back down and giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Love you” He said as he heard your breathing starting to even out and your body relaxing.

“Love you too baby.” and with that you both went to sleep with the thought of your little family and the fun you had today.

Hope you guys are staying safe and that you enjoyed this.

Remember you can send in requests if you want and i’ll let you know if i write for them or not and do my best writing for them.

-K❤️

#anthony mackie #anthony mackie x reader #black!reader #fluff #kittehkwrites #imagine #falcon #halloween imagine #marvel #captain falcon #sam wilson #black reader #the avengers

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byeoltoyuki · 3 years

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Release my heart ⇾ Ch.5

↳ Pairing: Jimin x You

❧ Genre : Fluff / Smut / angst / gang au

❧ Warnings : oral (M F) / biting / mention of rape / violence

❧ Words: +7k

❧ Summary: Your world is turned upside down when your father decides to sell you to the infamous gang in order to pay his debts.

A/N : I’m baaaack. It’s highly unedited 🥲. 2 more chapters to go!

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You thought that now that you and Jimin were a thing (well, kind of), things would have changed. For instance, you highly expected your life to get easier, calmer and you believed you would spend more time with Jimin. It didn’t, however, go as you had planned. Oh yes, you did spend more time with Jimin, in fact, he kept you by his side as much as he could but life getting calmer?

Not gonna happen. Not under this roof.

Just when Jimin decided he would spend one more morning in bed with you, Taehyung chose to barge in his room (you were sure it was locked so how in the world he managed to get inside was still a mystery to you).

"That’s enough!" Taehyung had yelled so loud you both winced.

Your first reaction was to pull the sheets to hide your body. Your second reaction was to curse under your breath because there was no way you could go back to your business after this rude interruption. Jimin on the other hand was faster to react - he threw a pillow at Taehyung (who dodged it easily) followed by a loud ‘get out’ and a ‘dumbass’.

But did Taehyung even listen? Ha. What a joke.

"You." Taehyung pointed a very accusing finger at Jimin. "Stole my partner in crime." He looked absolutely outraged which made Jimin speechless and confused. "Do you know how sad I am? Do you?"

"What the-" Jimin tried

"Hush you! I’m not done." Taehyung cut him, his scowl only deepening. Taehyung was a big drama queen, you knew that, but you didn’t think it could get any worse. He proved you he could. "I’m happy you found a girl who can deal with your shit but how dare you keeping my friend from me! I haven’t seen her for a whole week!"

Oh my god, you thought fighting back the urge to laugh at his ridiculously adorable outburst (and at the face Jimin was making).

"Taehyung." Jimin tried one more time and this time Taehyung didn’t try to stop him, instead he put his hands on his hips and stared angrily at Jimin. If looks could kill, Jimin would have been dead. You took advantage of their silent fight to get out of bed and put some clothes on.

"This is ridiculous." Jimin groaned painfully. All his plans for this morning were ruined which put him in a foul mood.

"Is it now?"

You came to Jimin’s rescue by approaching Taehyung and putting your hand on his arm. "You’re such a dork." There was no way you could scold him for the outburst or for the disturbance (though your body was aching with need). "I’m sorry, I should have paid you a visit."

Taehyung nodded vigorously as he approved your words. "You ditched me for him!"

You glanced over your shoulder at a positively done Jimin and grinned widely. "I ditched you for a dick." You looked back at Taehyung - he bit on his lips, clearly trying not to laugh at your statement or at the loud gasp that left Jimin’s lips.

"Tsk." Taehyung took a step towards you, eyes darting back and forth between you and Jimin.

You knew that look. Jimin knew that look. He was up to something and whenever Taehyung was up to something it usually led to disaster.

"Don’t." You heard Jimin. You looked back at him but before you could think of any question to ask, you were lifted from the floor and thrown over a shoulder.

Jimin jumped from the bed, ready to fight, to kick Taehyung’s ass. "Put her back!"

Taehyung laughed, a very mischievous laugh in your opinion - he gave your butt a playful slap which made you squeal and giggle like a little girl. "Not gonna happen! For today Park Jimin, I’m kidnapping your woman." He was ready to leave with you still on his shoulder, arm tightly wrapped around your legs - he looked back. "And don’t you dare following us!"

A calmer life? Nah, not under this roof indeed.

***

To make sure Jimin wouldn’t follow you around, Taehyung took you out, after of course letting you time to change into something more comfortable and suitable for your activities.

“Do you really think he won’t follow us?” You joked as Taehyung led you through different stores too excited. Clearly his love for shopping was just too big for a gangster but you chose not to comment.

Taehyung nodded, he pulled a nice black turtleneck sweater that would look lethal on him. “He’s annoyed but he knows me. He won’t follow.” Then he glanced at you smiling sheepishly. “This would look good on me don’t you think?”

“No.”

Taehyung poked your side playfully. “Liar.”

The little shit.

***

After two hours of walking around, five bags on your account and so much more for Taehyung, you decided that a break would be nice which led you to the closest Starbucks to get yourself some drinks.

“Ugh how can you drink this.” Taehyung pointed at your choice of drink which was a cold brew. You needed coffee and apparently Taehyung highly disliked it. He made a face and averted his eyes to his own drink.

“What a baby.” You muttered to yourself but Taehyung had heard it - he shot you a nasty gaze and sipped angrily at his Frappuccino.

"First she’s spending too much time with her boyfriend, now she’s being a meanie." Taehyung muttered to himself but still loud enough for you to hear him.

Geez this man.

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Stop sulking, I’m sorry."

"You aren’t."

"Right. Am not." You smiled nevertheless and Taehyung found it quite contagious.

"I’m happy for both of you." Taehyung stopped playing around as he told you that. "I didn’t picture Jimin as a boyfriend type of guy, but it suits him."

"Which makes me think. Jimin met your dad."

You almost chocked at that. Why? When? The piece of information brought too many questions. The combination of Jimin and your dad could not end well, you experienced it once after all.

"What for?"

Taehyung looked all too smug, too happy about the situation in your opinion.

"He was annoyed."

"Annoyed?"

"Yes. Jimin heard about him and his news debts. It got him mad." Taehyung leaned closer to whisper the last part. "Pretty sure he would have killed him if I wasn’t there to stop him."

"He wouldn’t." But you knew he would.

"Jimin asked him if he felt no shame after what he did to you. What else was he planning to sell now that you were gone."

You had to admit that a part of you was delighted to know that Jimin got so protective over you. But the part about your dad being again with debts and repeating his mistakes stung. He didn’t learn, he didn’t regret. Your life could have been completely ruined just because of him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you opened your eyes again they fell upon a terribly familiar face. A face you had wanted to see so badly for months, but now that you did, you were terrified. And Taehyung saw it.

"Y/N?"

You blinked at him. "Sorry."

"Seems to me like you saw a ghost."

You did. In a way. What were the odds you would see one of your closest friend after what seemed like an eternity when you were out with Taehyung?

It would have been so easy to run to her, to hug her and leave with her without Taehyung being fast enough to stop you; he would be too stunned.

You did none of that.

Your heart ached of course, memories flooding your mind. You couldn’t leave. Didn’t want to.

"You saw someone you know, didn’t you?"

Taehyung was too perceptive and sometimes it scared you.

The wise thing to do, considering the people you were involved with, would have been to lie. You chose not to. It was Taehyung. Yes, he was a bad guy. Yes, he was dangerous. Unpredictable. But Taehyung was also your friend and you chose to trust him. "Yes."

"Do you want to talk to her?" He took you off guard. "I wouldn’t mind."

When you chose (not like he had left you a choice) to spend the day with him, you didn’t expect it to get emotional. But it did. Tears prickled in the corner of your eyes at his words, at their true meaning. He trusted you enough to let you see someone from your life.

"Oh come on! Don’t even think about crying!"

"Sorry, sorry!" You quickly wiped your tears. "Thank you for trusting me."

Taehyung only smiled at that.

After a long, yet absolutely lovely, afternoon with Taehyung, your first step was to get to Jimin’s room. Call it being clingy or mushy but you did miss his unfairly handsome face. Not like you didn’t enjoy Taehyung’s company, but you wanted to see Jimin. Sadly for you, Jimin wasn’t in his room which you half expected since Taehyung had ruined all his plans and he was probably sulking somewhere else. This thought made you smile to yourself (things that would have been unimaginable few weeks ago). You quickly changed your outfit, knowing exactly what would unsettle Jimin.

Your second step was Jimin’s office. This time, you were lucky. He was in there, looking extremely concentrated (at least until he heard your voice) and grumpy judging by how tightly he was gripping the paper he was reading.

"Aren’t you coming?" You asked him, leaning against the door. You smiled knowingly at him; Jimin refused to raise his head, to look at you. What a stubborn man, you thought. "Jimin?" You tried again. You were stubborn too.

"Not yet."

When did Jimin become so predictable? You bit on your lips, trying very badly to prevent a chuckle and upset him further. There were two possible explanation to his answer. Either he was still sulking about Taehyung kidnapping you for a whole day, or he was actually busy.

"Are you sure?"

He was but you had other plans on mind.

While Jimin pretended being very busy, you took a slow and silent step towards him, taking your jacket of you and letting it fall on the nearest furniture. He still didn’t look at you, not even when he heard your steps. He still didn’t look at you when you had lazily unbuttoned your beige silky blouse, exposing your black lacy bra. He still refused to look at you even when you sat on the edge of his desk.

Jimin was playing hard to get, you realized. Fine by me.

You crossed your legs, your skirt exposing even more of your bare legs. The gesture got Jimin’s attention. He looked like he was trying not to peek but judging by how tense he suddenly got, you knew it affected him.

"What a pity. And here I was looking forward for some fun." You sighed, feigning sadness. You ran your hand through your locks and uncrossed your legs, pretending you were about to leave. It did it trick.

Jimin groaned and closed his eyes as he tried to keep his cool. "Fuck."

You had won, you knew it.

"Hm?" You hummed

Jimin stood up from his chair, grabbed your arms and looked sternly at you. "How dare you interrupt my work." If he intended to sound scary it didn’t work. How could it when he was staring at you with hungry, dark eyes. He licked his lips, eyes darting back and forth between your lips, your eyes and your prettily exposed breasts. "You’re such a tease."

You bit on your lips, knowing that it would drive him crazy. "Doesn’t sound like me." You spread your legs for him to settle in between. "At all."

And he did. He pressed himself as closer to you as he could. He grabbed your chin, tilting it higher so you would look him into the eyes. "Do you know what I do to bad girls?" You knew but you shook your head, pretending not to know. Because where would be the fun otherwise? Jimin clicked his tongue in fake annoyance. He let go of your chin, instead his fingers slid slowly, gently, from your chin to your neck to your breasts. "I bet you’d be devastated if I choose not to touch you, wouldn’t you?"

You gasped. "You wouldn’t dare." That would be plain mean and unfair but by the look he gave you, you believed him. "Jimin!"

Your desperate whine made him chuckle darkly. It was so easy to scare you, to tease you. He leaned over you, face so close to yours you could feel his warm breath on your lips. You wanted to just grab his face and smash your lips against his, to claim him as yours but something told you that you should stay still and wait for his next move.

"What Y/N?" He muttered against your lips, "Don’t like my idea?" His lips brushed yours so lightly you could barely feel them and it drove you mad.

"Please." You begged him, gripping on his desk so hard your knuckles turned white. Your whole body was aching with need; you wanted to feel him, to feel his hands on you, to kiss him.

"What do you want me to do?" Jimin finally asked

You didn’t need to be asked twice. "Kiss me."

Jimin smirked to himself but complied eagerly. He cupped your face as his mouth was on yours. Finally. Jimin’s lips felt like heaven. Plump, soft, delicious and you were damn addicted. You could spend hours just kissing him and it would be enough to make you the happiest woman on earth.

"Did you had fun with Taehyung?" Jimin whispered against your lips.

You groaned. Did he really want to talk about Taehyung when you were so desperate for him?

"You left me alone." He complained but despite that, his lips traveled south, to your neck. He nibbled and bit, leaving marks on his way.

"I know, I’m sorry." You managed to say but Jimin bit harshly your skin making you moan and stop from defending your case. Because all Jimin wanted was to torture you and not hearing any excuses.

Swiftly he removed your blouse and your bra, freeing your breasts. You barely had time to react that his lips latched itself on your nipple, sucking it hard.

"Jimin!" You gasped and arched your back so he could have a better access. Your hand flew to his hair, grabbing his locks tightly as he played with your nipples. Sucking, biting, pinching, you couldn’t think straight.

Jimin bit right under your breast, making sure to leave another mark before his hands found your thighs. He sank on his knees only to press a kiss to your thigh before letting his tongue ran from your knee to your center. He stared at your covered pussy, admiring how wet you were without him doing much.

"Always so needy for me, princess." Jimin chuckled and quickly pulled at your panties, almost tearing them. "Look at you. So wet." He didn’t let you a chance to answer as he kissed your clit. "All for me."

"For you." You let out, trembling.

He raised his head to look at you. And what a sight. Having Jimin nestled in between your thighs, looking so hungry at you, pupils blown, hair messy with all the pulling. Jimin licked his lips, "Good." And his lips were back around your clit, sucking hard, making you gasp loudly and throw your head back.

"Jimin! Fuck!" He knew exactly what he was doing. With every lick, every suck, he got you crying out his name. "Fuck, don’t stop please." To that, Jimin threw your leg over his shoulder to get a better access to your pussy.

There was absolutely no way you could last for long, not when Jimin’s tongue was doing magic. Not when he pushed two fingers against your hole in addition to his tongue. Your walls clenched around his fingers and you begged him for more. Begged him for a release that he gladly gave you. As you came completely undone on his tongue, your vision faded to black, the only thing that kept you grounded was Jimin’s hand tightening on your thigh and your hands that gripped tightly his hair.

Jimin straightened up, gently cupped your face and pecked your lips. You tasted yourself on his lips, smiling all too happy at him.

"Thank you." Your head fell against his shoulder and he let you recover, arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Let’s get to my room, hm?"

***

"Y/N!" Yoojin pulled at your arm, desperately, trying to stop you from leading her to a place that would get her in trouble. "You know very well that except from other members and well you, nobody is allowed in there!"

You knew but you didn’t listen. You understood her fear, nobody wanted to get on the bad side of the boss himself, you included (even if you had a hard time imagining Namjoon as a mean and dangerous man). But what Yoojin didn’t know was that you had almost begged Namjoon to allow you to bring her to the garden since the weather was so lovely and you knew Yoojin would enjoy it just as much as you would. He, of course, said yes.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling wickedly at her. "Don’t worry. I promise you won’t get in trouble."

To say that Yoojin wasn’t convinced would be an understatement but seeing how eager you were, she couldn’t bring herself to fight. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about this place. She had heard a lot from you and then of course from rumors but the reality was much better.

"Wow." Yoojin muttered as she stood at the entrance of the garden. "This is so-"

"Beautiful, isn’t it?"

Yoojin nodded. "Can’t believe Namjoon is the owner."

You chuckled at that. "Funny thing. I have no problem imagining Namjoon owning this place but I can’t imagine him being the boss."

"You can’t be serious. This man screams boss and danger." Yoojin protested

"Not to me. When I met him, he was only Namjoon to me. I didn’t know who he was, so I guess I saw a side of him you don’t get to see?"

It made sense, Yoojin realized and nodded her head.

You started by showing her the place, showing her different plants, flowers, explaining where they came from (because some came from Namjoon’s different trips which impressed you the first time he brought you a new plant). Yoojin was bewildered but enchanted with the garden. She wasn’t good with plants. Heck she could barely take care of herself. But this place was amazing and she saw Namjoon differently.

"And this is the best part."

You showed her the table that you had set for two for your breakfast. You had prepared everything from food to drinks to small blankets since it was still early and fresh outside.

"This is," Yoojin started as she sat on the wooden chair. "Lovely, beautiful. I don’t think I have enough words to describe how amazing this place is. No wonder you like to spend your free time here."

You stiffened at her words. "Right. About that."

Yoojin cocked a brow at your sudden odd behavior. "What is it?"

You knew that Jimin was a rather sensitive subject to Yoojin, in fact you were sure that if she could avoid any talk about him, she would do it but you couldn’t possibly hide forever your relationship from her. "I’ve been spending time with Jimin."

Yoojin didn’t say a word which only made you more nervous and quite miserable.

"Fuck it." You cursed under your breath. "The hell is your story with Jimin?" That was not what you were planning to talk about when you decided to bring her here, but now suddenly the right time to ask.

"It’s not a big deal." Yoojin averted her eyes from your face to her still empty cup.

You followed her eyes and quickly poured her some tea. "It is. I’ve seen how angry you get whenever I mention him or worse when he’s in the same room."

She sighed. "And here I thought you invited me to get a nice breakfast outside."

You chuckled at that. "That’s the plan."

You almost expected Yoojin to tell you to forget about it, or maybe to even threaten to leave if you kept asking about this story. She didn’t. She took a sip of her tea before looking back at you. Her eyes got suddenly so sad, so empty - you shivered.

"I used to do drugs."

"You? No way!"

She laughed. "I did. I was pretty famous in my field and I got along with different houses. It was an easy life since I was well known. And this is how I’ve met Jimin." She paused as a small yet bitter smile drew on her face. "Jimin offered me money in exchange for information. I didn’t think much about it because hey it was easy money and wouldn’t get too risky for me. I was wrong."

"Did you get hurt? Was it a trap?" You couldn’t stop yourself from blabbering. Maybe you were being a little impatient now that she was finally opening up to you.

Yoojin, luckily for you, wasn’t bothered by your question. "Yes but not physically at least." Her eyes fell back on her cup that she was holding tightly in her hands. It was warm and comforting. "This is how I met Johnny. Another stupid drug dealer but who pledged his loyalty to a gang."

Oh I don’t like where it’s heading.

"He was a nice guy. A little clumsy, simple minded but I couldn’t resist his smile. I fell for it." She chuckled at the memory. "He was willing to leave everything behind for me you know?" Her eyes found yours and what you saw almost broke your heart. The sheer pain.

"But he couldn’t. You couldn’t." You whispered.

"Yes. You can’t just fly, they will always find you. Jimin used Johnny and when it got heated, he killed him."

No, you wanted to say but all you did was to open your mouth and close it right away.

"I hated him so much. All I wanted was my revenge, to kill him."

"Then what happened after?"

Yoojin’s grip on the cup tightened. "I couldn’t get my revenge. I had no purpose in life. I felt empty. Numb."

It saddened you. You couldn’t stop yourself from covering her hands with yours. "I’m so sorry."

For the first time in a while, Yoojin felt warm and happy. The hole Johnny’s death had left, suddenly didn’t seems big now. Yoojin realized as she glanced at your hands that in this shithole she made a friend. A real one. It was lovely.

"Don’t be." She smiled. "I used to be so angry. But I’m not anymore."

***

You thought about Yoojin’s story for almost the whole day, you couldn’t help it. You liked Yoojin and you clearly adored Jimin, it was hard not toffees bad about their ill fate. You felt devastated for Yoojin and felt bad for Jimin because even if he didn’t show it, he lost a friend that night. So many suffering and what for? Money? Power? Fame? Was it really worth it when you could lose everything with a blink of an eye?

No, it wasn’t worth it.

Too lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that you were no longer alone. You didn’t notice the fond smile on Jimin’s face when his eyes fell on your body - you were on his bed, lying on your stomach with your feet in the air. Without making any noise he approached the bed; he got by your side, his fingers trailing from your back to your nape.

"Hi there." He whispered and leaned to kiss your exposed shoulder. "I missed you."

You jolted at his voice. Damn you and your deep thoughts. You leaned into his touch with a smile. "You saw me this morning."

Jimin chuckled against your shoulder before biting it playfully. "And so? I kept thinking about you."

How could you resist him? You pushed him so he was splayed on the bed. Eagerly, you straddled his thighs, hands resting on his chest. It was nice to be in charge and on top of him. Jimin didn’t mind either, his hands found your hips and rested there. Your mind, however decided not to enjoy fully this moment - Yoojin’s voice echoed in your mind which caused a frown on your face.

"What’s bothering you?" It was almost disturbing how Jimin noticed all the changes in you wether you tried to hide it or not.

You contemplated the idea of telling him the truth but you were worried. What if he didn’t want you to get involved? You chose not to say a word, instead you rolled to his side and rested beside him, admiring silently his all too handsome face.

"Y/N?"

Fuck. You wanted to tell him.

"You know you can tell me anything?"

"Can I?"

"Yes."

You bit your lips before giving in. "I know your story with Yoojin."

"Ah." Jimin closed his eyes, took a deep breath before looking back at you. "My biggest regret."

By the sound of his voice, you believed him.

You pulled Jimin in a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

"I never wanted her to work for me. Not like that."

"Why didn’t you stop her?"

"I wanted to. But every time I saw her, I couldn’t speak."

Oh Jimin.

"Maybe it’s time you two have a talk?" No matter how hard it might be.

Jimin looked at you, chuckling. "I’m not very good at it."

"You can always try."

Two days later on your way to Yoojin’s room you were met with a rather unexpected but very pleasant view. Jimin was at Yoojin’s door, looking positively nervous (judging by how hard he was rubbing his neck) and awkward. Yoojin on the other hand was just surprised. For a moment she didn’t speak; too confused. But then, she regained her composure, crossed her arms over her chest and looked sternly at Jimin.

"What are you doing here?" You were sure Yoojin wanted to sound as annoyed as possible - she failed as her voice cracked. Someone was obviously just as nervous.

Eavesdropping was bad. Except you couldn’t stop yourself.

"You, missy, deserve some serious spanking." A husky and dark voice reached your ear, taking you off guard. Luckily for you, Taehyung expected this reaction; he clasped a hand on your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

Kim Damn Taehyung. Always there when you didn’t need him. Though you didn’t mind.

He let go of you. "Don’t you think it was about time?

Your first reaction was to punch playfully his arm for scaring you (to what he pretended being hurt) and then you nodded.

It was indeed about time.

There were some simple yet very nice moments with Jimin that you came to enjoy particularly. You loved, of course, your hot and quite steamy moments together but you adored some sweet moments more. Such as taking a hot bath together.

Jimin had prepared everything for you. The water was pink with foam covering almost the whole surface with candles all around the bathtub.

You sat in the bathtub facing each other. You playing with the foam around you like a child while Jimin was relaxing and watching you with a fond smile on his face. You looked happy and he realized it made him happy too.

"A penny for your thoughts?" You blew some foam towards him which he did not see coming. "Oh." You laughed at his face, the tip of his nose was now covered with foam. "It suits you."

Jimin tried to look very offended but the glint in his eyes was too obvious. "How dare you making fun of your boyfriend?"

You melted at his words. Of course you were aware that you meant something to Jimin, something more than a girl who worked for him, something more than a friend with benefits. Hearing him confirm your hopes made you realize just how much and how easily you got attached to him. You couldn’t pretend that you knew Jimin. No, you knew only what he was willing to show you, but it was more than enough to feel something strong for him.

"Sorry, but it’s just too tempting." You smiled sheepishly, hand reaching for his face. Jimin, however, grabbed it before you could touch it.

Jimin didn’t say a word and not so long ago you would have freaked out at his silence. But not anymore. Not when his eyes got soft every single time he laid them on you. Not when he did his best to keep his temper in check. Not when he did his best not to scare you.

Jimin pulled your hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss.

So soft.

Jimin was going for your heart. Your voice got stuck in your throat, all you managed to do was to look at him.

"Stop it." You whispered, heart pounding hard against your ribs. Jimin only quirked a brow at you, clearly amused. "I hate it."

"And what do you hate?" He hummed against the palm of your hand. His warm breath caressing your skin.

God, you were going to combust.

"I’m going to melt."

"Oh. Would it be that bad?"

"Yes. I feel like I can say yes to anything."

Jimin let go of your hand only to gently grab your ankle and start massaging it.

"Oh fuck." You closed your eyes, head thrown back, you were a goner.

"You were saying?" He chuckled darkly

You had absolutely nothing to say, your mind turned blank. The only thing you could think about was his fingers on your skin. This felt like heaven.

"I’ve been wondering." Jimin started, his gaze on you, intense, hungry but with a hint of fear too. "Do you miss your friends?"

You never considered yourself as a clingy person, but apparently being with Jimin forced you to learn more about yourself. Which, all in all, wasn’t such a bad thing. You learnt that one you became addicted to (his) hugs. Two, you adored all the attention he gave you. Three, you were a sucker for some good old fashioned way romance in which Jimin was rather good.

Today however, you found yourself being particularly sulky and clingy. It was eight in the morning, you were still in bed but sitting and gawking at a very concentrated and almost dressed Jimin. He was getting ready to leave; you didn’t know where or for how long, he didn’t share and you didn’t blame him for it. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t get pouty and not show him that he was going to be missed.

Terribly.

"Jimin." You called for him. He stopped and looked at you through the mirror. Wrong move.

Jimin wasn’t concentrated because he had to get ready as fast as he could. No, Jimin was trying his best not to look at you, naked on his bed, looking like a sin, so tempting - he was scared not being able to leave you.

He tried averting his eyes from your face but you made it hard for him; you bit on your lips and moved closer to the edge of the bed, pushing the sheets completely from you, exposing your body. Jimin had to hurry up for his own sake. But you were far from being done with him.

While Jimin got back to his business, refusing to look any longer at you, you left the bed, silently. And because he wasn’t looking at you, you got behind him. Before he could button shirt you, you put your hands on his chest, feeling him tense under your touch. Your head pressed to his back, you smirked to yourself.

Jimin shut his eyes tightly, you were such a temptress. It took him all his willpower to resist and not simply throw you on the bed and fuck you senselessly for being such a tease.

Sensing his intern battle, you chose to push all his buttons by pressing yourself harder against him, breasts rubbing softly against his back. Jimin groaned in response, hands curled into a fist.

"Y/N." He tried to sound annoyed and threatening but it didn’t faze you. At all. "Stop."

You, of course, didn’t. Your hands trailed over his chest and down to his pants. You moved from behind him to face him instead, smiling as innocently as you could at him while your hands gripped tightly his belt.

"Do you really have to leave?" You asked despite the fact that you already knew the answer.

Jimin opened his eyes and looked right into your eyes. He was desperate and hungry for you which only encouraged you to torture him some more. Without breaking the eye-contact you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

"Fuck." Jimin grabbed both of your hands as if to stop you. You only chuckled at his attempt to resist you, to stop you. "Y/N." His voice almost cracked. "You need to stop."

"Make me." You dared him.

Jimin growled at you but as you predicted he didn’t stop you. You winked playfully, satisfied with the outcome. Swiftly, you pulled at his pants and boxer freeing his hardening cock. It was just too easy to turn him on. You wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving him few pumps before looking back at him. "I just want you to remember what you’re going to miss."

"Y/N-" Jimin wanted to explain, to defend himself but his voice got stuck in his throat as you sank on your knees.

"Aren’t you going to miss me, Jimin?" You asked all sweetly. You slowly jerked him off, making sure he would know who was in control.

"Aren’t you going to miss my lips?" You kissed his shaft, a gentle brush of your lips that earns you a jerk of his hips and a gasp. "Tell me, Jimin," you gave it another kiss, "Won’t you miss my tongue?" Your tongue moved up and down his shaft, teasing him. "Will you?"

God, Jimin couldn’t believe you had managed to control him so easily. He was hypnotized, eyes following your every move, following how your tongue slid over his cock. The sight alone had him groaning.

"Please Y/N." Jimin didn’t hesitate to beg. He had lost this battle (not like he had really tried to fight) and now all that mattered was for him to feel your warm mouth around his throbbing cock.

Pleased you guided his cock inside your mouth, swallowing him whole. Jimin let out a long moan as he felt your warmth and wetness around him. His hand found your head, grabbing a fist of your hair.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good." Jimin couldn’t keep his eyes from you.

You moaned around his cock before starting to work your mouth. Jimin’s grip on your hair tightened; it stung but you relished in the feeling, proud of how you made him feel. You and not someone else.

You brought his cock out, licked the tip, swirling your tongue around it, you watched his face filled with pleasure. "Remember, this is mine."

There was absolutely no point in saying so, nor did you know till that day you wanted to own him. But you did and you had him all for yourself.

"Yours." Jimin approved.

***

"How come every time you’re bored I find you in my office?" Jack half complained as he got inside his office after a long and quite exhausting meeting. Truth to be told, Jack wasn’t surprised in the slightest to see you, he knew that with Jimin away it would be only a question of time before you would knock at his door and bring him trouble.

"Because you’re the only one who can find me something to do." You explained

Jack took his rightful place, crossed his legs with his hands on his thighs, he looked at you. "Am I supposed to feel flattered?"

You chuckled at that. "Of course not. But come on! Jimin is away. Taehyung is god know where too. I can’t just sit and do nothing."

"Go out with Yoojin."

You scowled at that. Crossing your arms over your chest, you sank deeper in your chair. "She’s out too."

Jack groaned, the information finally dawning on him. "Basically I’m left baby-sitting you."

"If you want to put it that way, yes."

Jack ruffled his hair in frustration. What was Jimin thinking was beyond him. If he cared (Jack couldn’t bring himself to say ‘loved’) so much for you, he should have told you to go back to your life and just date. But no, he kept you hidden and thus giving more work to Jack.

"I’m sorry Y/N, but I have nothing for you."

You did expect this answer. "God. I hate it.

"Did you tell Jimin about it?"

His question took you off guard. You stared at him, face blank. "I take it as a no."

You sighed. "No. I did mention to him that I feel lonely sometimes. He understands and I think he does want to do something about it. But," you chuckled bitterly, "I don’t think he trusts me enough to let me go back."

Clever girl, Jack thought. "Give him time, if you want him."

You nodded.

"As for now, be careful. Not everybody approve of your relationship."

Jack gave you a wise and precious advice. You should have listened, just like you should have listened to Jimin when he had asked you to move in with him.

Did you listen? No. You regretted it deeply the moment you noticed, on your way back to your room, a guys was following you. At first, you didn’t think much about it; it wouldn’t be the first time. Except with this man, the uneasy feeling grew with every step you took.

Your room was just around the corner, you were so close, almost safe (if you could be with Jimin away) but before your hand could reach the knob, a hand clapped over your mouth to muffle your scream. Another hand gripped your hip, tightly, so tightly you were scared it would bruise later.

Fuck. You were in trouble.

"Found ya." The man whispered to your ear which provoke a shiver, fear and disgust.

You hated his touch, his voice and how weak you felt.

"Now be a good girl. Open this door for me and don’t you dare screaming."

It was tempting, so tempting and the man felt it - he grabbed a fist of your hair and yanked hard. "Don’t you dare."

You had no other choice but follow his command. You pushed the door and let him inside your room. He let go of you, slammed the door before his eyes found yours. You put some more space between you for good measure but your fear only amused him more.

"I really don’t understand what he sees in you." He stated, eyes roaming through your body. "You’re just another bitch, like Suah."

Being compared to Suah was not only offending but hurtful too. You hated it and almost spat at him. The nerve.

"So how about you show me what’s so special about you." He pounced on you so fast you couldn’t dodge him on time. He got you pinned on the bed, looking helpless, terrified and shocked. "What’s so special about this cunt."

As he moved his hand from your knee to your center, you jolted. There was no way you could let him touch you without a fight. So you fought as hard as you could, kicking him, punching him. You didn’t stop, not even when he slapped you hard enough to bruise.

"You bitch." He slapped you a second time.

You could think of only two things: how to get this shit away from you and Jimin. You shut your eyes tightly, you refused to cry or to beg.

And then, your heart leapt to your throat at a loud bang that echoed in your room followed by this man’s scream. He rolled to the side, moaning in pain and holding his thigh. You didn’t hesitate, despite the shock, to jump of your bed, wanting to get as far as possible from this shit.

"Y/N." A hand on your back startled you - you shrieked and tried to take a step back. You couldn’t. "It’s me."

Jimin.

Jimin was back.

He had saved you.

You jumped in his arms; arms tightly wrapped around his neck you started crying. He was real, you could feel his heart pounding crazily against his ribs.

"Shh, I’m here." He whispered, his hand gently stroking your hair.

Jimin was furious. Bloody furious. The only thing that prevented him from shooting the man on the bed was your trembling body against his.

"I’m going to kill him." Jimin growled as his eyes traveled from your shivering body to the man who was trying to leave the bed. JImin felt his blood boil, anger rushing through his veins, he saw red. He needed to kill him.

"No." You swallowed your fear, forcing your body to stop shaking like a leaf. Jimin was back, you had no more reason to be scared. No matter how shocked you were, you refused to let Jimin kill someone because of you. Even when the said person was a piece of garbage who deserved death.

"Don’t kill him."

Jimin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "You can’t be serious. He was ready to rape you."

"And for that he got a nice bullet in his thigh."

"It’s not enough!"

"It is for me." Your eyes grew more serious, darker; Jimin needed to understand that even if you did your best to understand his world, you weren’t like them.

Jimin’s face twisted in both pain and anger - you took his hand and gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze.

"Do i want to know what happened in there?" Taehyung’s voice interrupted your moment. He eyed the two of you curiously, then, frowned as he noticed a red, nasty mark on your face and finally his eyes fell on the garbage. "Do I need to kill someone?"

You groaned and palmed your face at that. Jimin laughed which earns him a nasty glare from you. "Don’t even think about it."

"Ha." Taehyung scoffed and chose to ignore you.

When did Kim Taehyung listen to orders?

Jimin glanced at his friend, a silent conversation was going on and you had a bad feeling about it.

Taehyung approached the man, whistling, making it look as if nothing had happened. It was creamy and got you goosebumps.

"Not being so smooth now huh." Taehyung’s smile was terrifying.

Apparently, the asshole seemed to feel this way too. "Please, don’ skill me. I’m so sorry."

Taehyung didn’t answer, his smile only grew wider before he grabbed the man’s ankle, making him scream in pain by doing so.

"See you later guys." Was the last thing Taehyung said before slowly and while still whistling he dragged the man, leaving blood stains on the floor.

You would never be able to sleep in this room again.

"Y/N." Jimin called for you, his voice more controlled. "Pack your things."

You did not complain.

#jimin #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fic #jimin x reader #taehyung #bts x reader #chapter 5 #release my heart

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Irrational - Chapter 1: The first star in the morning

Hello everyone!! The @spacecampweek is finally here!! 😍

I cannot wait to see all the content for these two math dorks! Here is my contribution, a collection of oneshots including all the prompts, starting with the first, “Stars”! ✨

Enjoy!! 💙💙

Summary: Seamus was going to smack that idiot of his best friend right in the head for putting him into this situation. A private moment with his little crush, sure, what a marvelous plan of his! There was only one thing he didn’t take into account: this space nerd’s absolutely terrible flirting techniques.

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“… have I… have I told you about that time I went for the tryouts of the basketball team?” Seamus huffed with superiority, mostly for the sake of breathing out some air on this overly hot day. “I’m sure you can tell, I’m a pretty athletic person. The only reason I didn’t join was because I needed to keep up my grades or whatever, school is a total pain.” He smirked towards his right. “Maybe I can bring you to the gym sometimes, teach you how to make three-pointers? I’m sure you’d like that.” His overly confident tone fell into oblivion, as silent kept prevailing. He could feel the sweat going down his neck, behind the high collar of his black jacket.

Good lord, he was wearing a leather jacket. A freaking. Leather. Jacket. When he thought this day couldn’t get any more awkward.

“Four.” Seamus jumped over his seat.

“Huh?”

“Four times.” At last, the Cantaloupian had finally raised his eyes from his phone, showing him the most annoyed look he had ever seen on a human being. “You have mentioned this casket sport of yours at least four times tonight. Merely to answer your question.” Without much of a nod or an impressed look, his pretty nose went back to the lightened-up screen. Never mind, this day had all the chances to get plenty of more awkward.

He was losing him. Oh gosh, he was totally blowing it.

This made no sense! Sure he and Tight Jeans Hank had gone out only a few times before he got head over heels for Mary, but he was totally into the three-pointer thing! Sure, making up an excuse after that on why they never actually went to the gym had been a little draining, a little shameful, but at least there was that! He wasn’t completely out of his game.

… was he? Quick, another one! Huh, what did work out with that one guy from math class before he discovered he liked astronomy better?

“Huh, uhm… you know one time we got Mrs. Janeth so mad I was called into the principal’s office, but I got out without a single problem! You didn’t expect me to be this much of a bad boy, didn’t you? Yeah, this math student is good with numbers as a cover, my call is… being… mischievous…” Oh the cringe. It was going to be all worth it if he got at least a change from the guy sitting at the passenger’s seat. “Heh, people still wonder how I did it.” He grinned towards him, wiggling his eyebrows. “I could tell you, but it has to be… our secret.” Wow. He was channeling his interior Steve. The only difference was that that knucklehead at least was actually good at sports and actually good at getting into troubles.

Heck, even Pepperjack was more of a rebel!

Ah. Silence. Not even the Cantaloupian checking his phone was making any noise.

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were still all over the screen. He didn’t even bother to give him a look this time. “Would not be much of a secret in that case, now would it.”

The blonde was starting to think there was some kind of massive secret stored into that device. His eyes fell on it. Nope, this guy was literally tapping onto apps and exiting them without doing anything. Seamus almost laugh at the awfulness of all, wondering if it was too late running out in the woods and hope his allergy was going to kill him sooner or later. Then he stumbled with his memory to Spring Fling, the date he got – that had spent most of the night making out with someone else in the bathroom, but still.

Alright, confident. An intriguing, intimidating guy, one Krel might wanna know better.

“W-well, the best part of having secrets is sharing it with others! Saying, see this bruise I have?” He pointed at his temple, panicking for a second to remember where it was. His mind went right, and he really hope he wasn’t just pointing at his cheek like an idiot. “I got into this massive fight after class, it was insane! I won’t bore you with details, the usual argument with those bozos from our rival school, but if you think this dent is bad you should see the other guys! Pretty cool huh?”

Silence again.

A sigh. It held together such an annoyed power it left him baffled for a second. Krel was narrowing his eyes so much they looked closed.

“Forgive me, I am still trying to master the art of sarcasm, so I will have to warn you beforehand: I am about to use it.” He cleared his voice. “Wow, that is impressive and totally not an idiotic behavior, thank you very much for telling me.” He made a very forced, very exaggerated smile, before dropping it while still looking at him and then going back at losing time on the phone.

More death wishes filled him. Seamus grimaced, sneezed, and checked if the windows were actually closed while grunting under his breath. He breathed through his nose, hands gripping the wheel simply to have something to do.

It was official. This was the worst first non-date of history, and it was all his fault.

… or Steve’s. Yeah, Steve’s fault sounded better.

The ground of the woods was most likely all over the wheels of dad’s car which was going to drive him mad once again, the occasional sniff of pollen into the air had been making his eyes tear up even since they got here – the windows were actually closed, how, stupid allergy –, and he was stuck there ruining all the chances he never had in the first place. Yes, it made so much more sense blaming that good for nothing jock. The only reason Seamus was there in the first place was because his Vespa was out of service – he had said something something creeper walking on the crosswalk, he had stopped listening at some point –, and he had promised his girlfriend to go back to the kissing tree as soon as the situation was calmer or whatever. Seamus, being the good friend he was – especially since Logan was grounded –, had joined in to give them a lift and wait in the car for the two lovebirds to have their mushy moments, feeling extremely single in the process.

When he had seen Aja and Steve getting out of the Tarron’s residence, Seamus had waved.

When he had seen coming along as well none other than Krel Tarron, he had briefly considered pushing onto the accelerator and leaving everyone and everything into the dust. His body had not complied – the traitor. The happy couple had positioned themselves in the back seats, with Aja saying her little brother had decided not to be a recluse for tonight, while the Cantaloupian genius had comfortably seated himself next to him, giving a smile.

A smile.

How dare he? A smile!?

It was Steve’s fault, it definitely was. There was no way Krel would have come out of his own will, it was notorious he despised social gatherings with intellectually inferior people – mood – and hated nature even more – bigger mood. His sister had never been able to convince him before, he knew that because Steve had made it a habit narrating his escapades with Aja after every single date, and it had always started with “We left the buttsnack home and…”. The first time Seamus offered a ride home to the two of them, and magically the little crush he had only confided to Steve and Logan – and Mary but Mary was gossip queen so that didn’t count – had decided to tag along with them. Suspicious, very suspicious.

So, there they were. They had been stuck into his car for an hour at least now, waiting to check if Aja and Steve planned on staying here for longer or eventually head back. Seamus really hoped for the second. He had no idea how the tension had raised up to this point, nothing was working! Krel was barely acknowledging him, and he was starting to wonder why he decided to join in in the first place. Maybe he lost a bet with Steve or something, that would have explained it.

… it did explain it. He was here against his will, with him, having the worst time of his life. Seamus pressed his lips together, the silence weighting onto his stomach. Maybe he could ask something else? What more anecdotes did he have left? The full score at Alex, getting kicked out of Sam’s…

… why was he feeling worse?

His phone vibrated right there. He had no doubt who was disturbing and judging by the sudden vibration from Krel’s phone the other half of the couple was sending similar messages.

THEPalchuk: Hey man

THEPalchuk: Me and Aja are staying around more

THEPalchuk: Pick us up in one hour?

THEPalchuk: Thanks you’re the best!

Great, like he wasn’t currently questioning his flirting skills as much as his entire persona. What was left in his repertoire? Nothing was helping so far, maybe he needed another approach. What choice did he have though? His stories were usually somehow effective, being like Steve didn’t seem better, Mary just so happened to have guys always in line for her for whatever reason, what else could he…

“Johnson?” He held back another jump, because Krel was finally looking at him and it was progress and- “Would it be too much bother if I asked you to bring me back home?”

Oh. Oh.

In his head played the game over soundtrack from GoGo Sushi. Dang it. He wished he had more time to prepare for this day, but right now it felt like it was inevitable. He definitely did something, said something weird. Was there even a possibility in the first place? With someone like him? He had met Krel Tarron in between classes on a completely random day: the guy had completely destroyed Mrs. Janeth’s theory about triangles without breaking a sweat, had broken into the science lab apparently making a mess of the only functioning computer, and had gotten sent to the principal at the end of the day as a result, without getting into troubles afterwards. This guy had managed to be an absolute nonconformist and a shameless rebel… using math.

Yeah, he was on another level, there was no point. He was so going to scream at Steve on organizing this, it was meant to go bad. Worst of all, it didn’t feel like he could get over it anytime soon. Maybe because it was something that didn’t even start.

He started the car, holding back a sigh.

“No problem, right away.” Krel gave him a mild grateful smile, and Seamus felt the urge to cry.

The trip back was somehow even more awkward than the hour spent waiting. Not necessarily for the deadly silence still permeating the car, mostly for the amount of thoughts that were running wildly into his head. What now? He didn’t even know if the Cantaloupian had noticed his attempts at flirting, did he reject him or was he simply so bored he couldn’t take it anymore? Did it matter? The natural consequence was to stay as far away as possible and ignore his entire existence during high school, then get into the furthest college possible – Australia sounded good – and forget about finding love forever. Sure Krel was in most of his classes, and that guy was most likely going to be an Elite student with him and Claire, which meant they were going to be paired up for some stupid vanity event of the school; also he happened to be his best friend’s girlfriend’s brother, so no way it was the last he was ever going to see him, but he could deal with it.

He could… deal with it…

… he didn’t want to, though. He didn’t want to stop talking to him or stop wishing to talk to him. That guy was in sync with his friends, he was so smart it was unbelievable, he was fun to be around and even right now that the embarrassment was at its peak, Seamus couldn’t help noticing how pretty he was, somehow even in the act of ignoring his existence. In light of all of this, was this really the only way to go? It always was with the other guys…

There was a stop ahead. He respected it, lightly biting his lip. No, with all the others he never made contact after failure because he never cared for it, because they weren’t good people, and because he didn’t want to admit how much he had made up for the sake of one terrible date. He could reach a compromise, right? To be able to talk with him. Nothing in between, only the truth.

His very dorky, uncool truth.

He continued to drive, pondering over everything, only to notice a parking spot next to the crosswalk. He went, noticing the other’s weird look on him. He hurried to speak before he could.

“I’ve never been at the tryouts.” Krel fully turned to him, eyes widened.

“… what?” Seamus winced, rubbing his neck.

“The basketball thing? I never did it. I wanted to, I’m really not bad at it… but I didn’t finish homework for that day and my dad didn’t let me.” Ah, there it came, the absolute shame – gently provided by Mr. Johnson, trademark. “The grades stuff, that’s kinda the excuse I always use whenever someone ask me why I’m not in the team. It’s not exactly a lie, but it’s better than saying I have no freedom at all.” The Cantaloupian looked baffled. The blonde took it as a chance to keep going. “As for the principal call, you wanna actually know the secret? I was never in trouble in the first place, Mrs. Janeth wanted to personally congratulate for making it into the International Mathematical Olympiad. I didn’t want people to think I was lame.” Gosh it burned. It felt kinda nice but it was also awful. He sighed at the end, pointing at his temple. “And about this? The fight? As if, I tripped on my way to the planetarium… because I love space… and there people don’t make fun of me for it.” Oh. He didn’t mean that last one, he didn’t want it to hurt. It still did. Not even Steve or Logan knew why he had been keeping his passion lowkey only for close friends.

It was good… it was good, right? It was as genuine as he could get, because despite everything he still wanted to be able to look at him in the eyes without second guessing himself. He was a lame-o who could barely do anything without his dad’s approval, he was an absolute nerd who was good at math only because he had to, and he was a dork with an absolute passion for space that got him so much mockery in the past, before he started to mock back.

A leaf flew over the windshield of the car. He could feel his sweat turning into ice. Was it too late after all? He lost his chance with Krel even at being a friend? He could feel his eyes on him.

It was silence. Then, a long sigh of relief came from him.

“Oh thank Seklos, I was convinced you were being serious before.”

… huh?

“Huh?” He looked at him. Krel was smiling. He was… smiling? “Before?”

“You were turning into an even bigger oaf than Steve is, which is quite the accomplishment let me tell you.” He looked down, finally putting away his phone. Despite wishing for it the entire time, Seamus felt a wave of anxiety rushing over. “I knew for a fact that I was going to be in your company during the entire time, given that the Staja is a force too chaotic to be around without risking someone’s life.” Despite the tension the blonde snorted. The Cantaloupian seemed to like that. “I was even looking forward to it. I’ve always wondered about the sleeping guy from class.”

Holy. Freaking. Mole.

Seamus was agape, he was pretty sure his jaw was dislocated without repair. He wasn’t sure if this was actually happening, or the last sniff of pollen had put him into a state of hallucination – he didn’t mind trading an anaphylactic shock for this. He managed to breathe again after a while, trying to remember how to speak words.

“Wait- You- I… you were watching me too?” Ah, why the too, why did he have to admit of staring at him while trying to stay awake during class? Why was he such a-

Wow. Wow. Was that embarrassment?

Coming from the prideful Krel Tarron?

“I was… mildly checking.” Okay, this was definitely a coma-induced dream, no way he was that lucky – and could this guy stop looking this adorably shy, he needed his heart to come back to life. “You always raise your hand when Mrs. Janeth asks something, even before the question has been said. You seem to be constantly bored during the lesson, which I can completely understand. You seem to be one of the few people who can at least dream to measure up with me in regard of intellect.” Mm, maybe this was actually real, somehow that came out extremely irritating and incredibly endearing at the same time. “I was interested into knowing that person tonight… I have not seen him for now.” His eyes went down, a little bitterly.

He was going to care about that in a moment. First, his mind needed to compute. What was happening here? Were Steve and Logan into this? Were they following him with a black car from afar ready to scare the crap out of him as soon as he was going to believe that a guy this cool actually wanted to know the real him?

… jeez, he really needed to work onto his self-esteem.

Besides, it was Krel, the frankest person he had ever met. There was no way he was pretending, he was so sure it almost scared him.

Apparently, this was happening, this was a meeting of some sort. One that for now, he had been screwing up big time. He was trying so hard to be liked, trying the best that had worked before, but did it work really? He had never actually been in a relationship, every single guy had evaporated as soon as they had found something better to do than hang out with this weird space nerd. Instead, Krel was waiting. Krel was there to actually know about that part of him.

The real him.

“… are you really in a hurry to come back home?” He got a confused stare. But if he really had something close to a chance, he was fine with making it interesting. “In case not… could I arrange a meeting?” He forced a very nervous smile. “Between you and him?”

Krel looked at him in surprise.

Then he smiled. He smiled.

“Alright, one more chance. Make it count, Johnson.”

His father would have not liked how fast he was driving, even while making sure to respect all signs – he wasn’t that reckless, even if the idea of bothering his old man was tempting. It wasn’t a long trip anyway, he knew the way by heart at this point. Arcadia soon got less lived around them and started to raise up, into a road leading higher and higher while surrounded by those dang trees. His passenger was looking out of the window, clearly curious but without asking a single thing. Seamus didn’t mind it. Maybe he just wanted to appreciate the moment for now, having him intrigued by the situation, before something went wrong again.

No. No. No more screwing everything, not this time. He could make this work.

The planetarium was there almost too soon, as he had only started to notice the eyes of the Cantaloupian occasionally drifting from the glass to him, equally intense. He placed the car into a completely empty parking lot, got out and breathed in. At least here there was way less vegetation, he could almost take a full breath without coughing. He quickly went over Krel’s side, opening the door for him and offering his hand.

He got a weird look in return, a little smile and a tan hand into his. Seamus really didn’t want this to be the first and last time.

“Have you ever been at Arcadia’s planetarium?”

“I am familiar, not a frequent visitor though. I was here for the Science Fair, and once in the first days since I land- got here.” He stumbled a little and focused on looking around, frowning. “I did not find anything particularly interesting though. Only incorrect.”

“Oh, if you’re up for a conversation about mistakes made into the planetary system I’m all ears, but let’s get inside first. I’m bringing you somewhere special.” He walked towards the building, aiming for the back of it, hoping that the occasional cat had decided to do its stuff somewhere else, at least for tonight. Only halfway there it hit him that their hands were still united. He was actually holding his hand. The realization made his body tremble. “Huh, I…” He looked over his shoulder, trying to think how to ask someone if it was okay to hold hands while already doing it in order not to make him go away – why was his brain always this convoluted?

Krel blinked at him, with those pretty brown eyes of his. There was such a control into those irises, smarts and brilliance but not only. It was the kind of look that had seen much, stuff he probably couldn’t even understand. There was simply something that made him want to know more about him.

He clenched his hold. Seamus could feel his heart doing backflips.

“What is it?” This mischievous genius smirked. Absolutely aware. What a day was this day.

“… nothing.” Seamus grinned back, starting to accept that from now on everything was going to be absolutely mind-blowing. “I have been here so many times, and if I know something is that the employees here are… really bad at their job.” He eyed the backdoor. Then the doormat. A freaking doormat, what a cliché. “I swear, one could break in and they would barely notice.” Reluctantly he let go of his hand, slipped it underneath the obvious hiding spot and got the key.

“That is really careless. Although having access to this place could be useful, I did see some interesting components for potential devices last time I was here.”

“Dang, you’re a dangerous one… wait, you’re an inventor?”

“In a way, I’m mostly an engineer.” Total. Heart eyes. “How did you discover this entrance?”

“I used to be a kid who barely had friends, hate with passion staying at my own house and I wished for nothing more than to climb onto a rocket and leave the planet to explore the entire galaxy.” Huh. It used to sound way less edgy when he was younger. “At some point dad discovered that he could leave me here with an adult and he was able to go by his day doing business or whatever without a problem, so I spent a lot of time around here. It gets easier to discover tricks when you’re a kid.” He unlocked the door, bowing at the other. “After you, Mr. Rebel.”

Krel rolled his eyes with a smirk, getting in.

It was as silent and dark as he expected it to be. Also empty, as he expected the nightguard had ditched his job once again – he mentally thanked his careless of tonight. He had been there enough to memorize even the vague noise of the neon, it was echoing into his ears even now that the lights were off. He took out his phone, brightening the way for them to walk. He barely had to think about it, his feet already knew where to step and what poster to pass by, even in complete darkness. His attention was mostly on the guy following him anyway… he was bringing a guy to his special place. He was bringing a guy into his stupidly nerdy corner in this stupidly nerdy place he had adored ever since he was a kid. He was actually doing it.

Wow, Mary would have screamed murder at him for being this uncool. He decided he could deal with her fits later. For now, the projector room.

It pleased him the look of Krel’s face, as it was genuinely the first time he had been there. There were so many seats, the projector was in the middle of the room. It was dark, but the glass dome above them gave a bit of a view over the night sky. Nothing else, absolute simplicity. It was so peaceful here. It made him sigh of relief every single time.

Right now though, it was enough silence to hear his own heartbeats, as the Cantaloupian’s curious eyes went all over the room. He really wanted to be up to his expectations.

“Fascinating.” He looked up to the sky view. “What is the purpose of this place?”

“You’ll see.” Seamus took off that awful jacket of his with a certain satisfaction and put it onto one of the seats. He patted the one next to him. “Give me a moment.” Krel obeyed, taking place, while the blonde went over the controls. He had seen it plenty of times, he had done it as well. Only a few controllers, along with the audio guide. “Get ready for the show!” He hurried to take place where he had left the piece of clothes, deliberately sitting on it – he never wanted to see it again, at least until winder, screw being cool or whatever.

A very familiar excitement took over when the first stars appeared, manifesting the galaxy as a whole. So many points made of light, further than his mind could ever go, yet so reachable in a way his mind couldn’t explain. Soon enough planets came into view as well, Saturn first in all of its beauty, showcasing the rings into the black space.

He took a breath, feeling the familiarity of the place… and something more.

“Space, the ever-present dome of endless wonder,” The audio guide roared through the video, toning it down a little had been a good idea. He remembered when he was a kid, and he had been so conflicted between putting his hands over his ears or risking becoming deaf only for the sake of knowing more about the universe. “And just when you think the universe can’t get any more mysterious…” He knew that explanation by heart at this point.

So he noticed the change nearby. He thought he was imagining it, because it wasn’t the first time the thought had hit him. Then his fingers met others, his heart screamed, and he decided that no dream of his had ever been this vivid.

“I like this place.” Krel was talking softly, close to his ear. It sent a shiver onto his back.

“H-happy to hear.” He let their fingers intertwine, trying to focus less on how everything could end up so horribly and more on how enjoyable everything was. He could live this moment, without thinking of the bad possible outcome. “… you know, the planets got colored like that to appeal the kids I think. The first time I watched it I’ve already studied my kiddie book about planets, and I was so disappointed that they weren’t being accurate.” He snickered, letting his eyes wander on how the celestial corpses were moving in circles. “Thinking that there is so much out there…”

“Yeah… so much.” Krel breathed out. “Galaxies so distant, Earth might never get the chance to reach. Everything is so far from everything here.” His tone had gone down a little, pensive.

The audio guide continued, Seamus was unconsciously moving his mouth along the description that was already stuck into his head. Krel had gone completely silent, even though his warm was still into his. The blonde had no idea what was going on in that impressive brain of his, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to stay away from it.

With his free hand he pointed at the projection, the fragment with all the stars.

“You know, I used to think that space was a little scary. It’s so vast and we humans will probably never live long enough to see it all.” He smiled, remember the stories about the stars his mom used to read for him. “Then I discovered how far stars are, and that from every single planet of the Milky Way the constellations all look the same. It’s like they reach all those places.”

“… what about beyond that?” Krel swallowed, clenching his hold. “What if there are even further planets out there?”

“Well, stars are many lightyears away from here, and one lightyear is 5.8 trillion miles. That’s one heck of a trip.” He got a look that said ‘I knew that’ and laughed, making him smile a little too. “All I’m saying is that, at least for a part of the galaxy, the sky will look the same. And even if we discovered even further away planets where they don’t know about Andromeda or Sagittarius, there will be other stars over there, reaching out for other places, but stars nonetheless.” The projection changed again, coming back to Earth. “As far as one can go, there are still things that feels like home, you know? That’s why, even though it’s terrifying, I kind of can’t wait to know if there’s more out there.” His throat felt lighter. Oh. He had rarely ever been able to say, was this ok-

Oh. Oh. He was wrong, Krel had never smiled before, not this evening, not even a single time. Because this was his real smile, a radiant curve with those lucid eyes, reflecting the light of the projector. He turned to him, and Seamus almost gasped out of the view alone.

Beautiful. Krel Tarron was really beautiful.

“That is a comforting thought.” His voice wasn’t far anymore, it got back some vigor. “So, this is the real you?” Seamus swallowed. Right, it all came down to that.

“I guess so… yeah, pretty much.”

“Good. I like this Seamus much better than the other one.” Okay, calm down. He was simply making a comparison with how jerky he was before. No need to get all riled up by his wording. “Although I am not completely convinced about the situation, perhaps this matter needs to be deepen on another occasion. Perhaps in another place, at another time… with the two of us.” Okay, no calming down, forget all the rationality he was so going to freak out.

It took him a moment. Then, mustering all of his courage at facing the last doubt that he was going to get slapped or laughed at as soon as he turned, he looked at the guy sitting next to him. No laugh. No slap. Not at all.

“Does… does that mean… another date? A-a proper one?” The Cantaloupian’s shrug said maybe, his extremely wide grin said yes. Seamus was too happy to care about the mocking intention. “Huh, uh, uhm.” Answer stupid, answer! “Yes. That is… sure, why not, it sounds good.” He so needed to work on his communication skills, especially since he was about to meet him so much more from now on – holy everything he just got a date out of Krel Tarron didn’t he. “I can pick you up one of these days, we can go to Sam’s or something…” Wow, a diner, such a romantic place for a date. “O-or something else, maybe I should ask Steve about idea- Oh, dang it!”

Krel’s expression fell. Oh, apparently he wasn’t the only one questioning himself.

“What is it? Is it no good?”

“Oh, no way, it’s nothing! I’m happy!” He straightened his back, glad that they were still holding hands despite everything. “It’s just that… urgh, I hate when Steve’s right about something, he gets super unbearable. Now the fact that he arranged the whole thing and it actually worked will be his biggest accomplishment, not looking forward to that.” He could already see the t-shirts ‘I got this buttsnack a date’ with his face on it. With that being said, it seemed almost an overly fair trade, weeks of mockery coming from that guy for a single date with the Cantaloupian.

Who was staring at him with an arched brow, slowly straightening his back with a wince – yeah, his own back wasn’t doing much better, these chairs were pretty uncomfortable.

“What do you mean he arranged this?” How subtle Steve was?… could Steve actually be subtle?

“Well, you know, it’s pretty evident.” Seamus scratched his cheek with his free hand, laughing a little. “He was the one knowing about my… uhm, interest in you.” Nice understatement. Those brown eyes widened. “The day I offer him a lift with my car you come along, there’s not much else to deduce here.” It was weird that someone this observant hadn’t noticed the coincidence.

Krel was smiling, again, and his cheeks were lightly red. It almost stopped his heart. Then he frowned, like another thought had taken over his more pleasant one.

“You think Steve pushed me to come today?” Seamus blinked. That was a weirdly worded question. He simply nodded. “What makes you think that?”

“Please, that guy would do anything to make me in the situation to make an absolute fool of myself! Granted, I didn’t need much of his help at this turn.” Krel was still blinking, looking baffled. “Besides, who else would’ve cared for this? I don’t think your sister knew about me, Logan is out of the picture tonight, and I’d be terrified if Mary actually managed to be involved without… what? What is it?” The guy was staring so intently, it was hard keeping track with that kind of look.

The hold clenched again. Krel was focused on nothing but him.

“I am simply a little taken back. I thought the fact that I came along only when you were there would have given away my intentions.” His inten- Oh. Oh. That syllabus must had shown onto his face because Krel laughed. He laughed and it was beautiful, even though his brain was having a grand hard time at functioning. “Steve simply said you were there to give him a ride, it was a good occasion. A plan of mine at least.” Still not functioning. “Speaking of, perhaps we should let them know we might be a little late at picking them up. I am in no hurry to leave anymore.” Still hardly understanding. “You are perhaps a little less brilliant than you think you are, Seamus Johnson.” Still non computing. Krel stared at him, right into his eyes. “But you are a nicer company than you might believe to be.” He got closer. Not functioning, not computing not-

Cheek, kiss.

Kiss cheek, cheeky kiss, kiss on the cheek with kiss-

Krel was kissing his cheek.

It was warm and soft, and it made his brain absolute short-circuit. Their noses almost brushed when he pulled away, and Krel’s hair moved a little, lightly smelling like metal. He was an inventor, he said. What else? What else was this person was? He really wanted to know, he really wanted to ask. All he could muster right now though was some sort of whimper, that made the Cantaloupian giggle some more, before getting back on his seat while still holding his hand.

The audio guide’s voice was still as powerful as ever, and at the meteor section something into his head woke up. Seamus realized that, once again, he wasn’t hallucinating. He couldn’t reach his warm cheek with his free hand without looking incredibly awkward but it was fine. It was okay, absolutely okay, and he couldn’t stop grinning because of it.

Turned out, it wasn’t Steve’s fault. It was Krel’s fault.

He was more than happy to go along with it.

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