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afza147 · 5 hours

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Ep2 the atypical family short review

I love it😍😍😍😍😍😍

Ep2 progressing even faster than I thought and when she mention he held her hand and him denying😍😍

It was weird that he don't remember it but the ending explain it all and the preview for next ep😍😍😍😍😍so lovely

So surprise he can touch her..but why her??

Do she get superpower when married to him in the future🤣🤣🤣I'm too fast..gosh this drama making me make another drama in the drama..

Plus the awkward lovely vibe between them😍😍😍😍I'm so lovin it..

Will they make baby when they get married😍😍😍😍or I'm too fast like the grandmother..I wonder what's the rush for superpower ,maybe the grandmother to harvest more power

But will writernim include pregnancy and babies???

As this drama have 12 ep ,and 10 ep left..plus I can't predict this drama ..ep2 totally caught my heart with their love storyline.

I think gwi Jun save da hae before in the fire.but she still got the fire trauma which I very much curious.

The grandfather is normal I presume as he does not posses nor have anything to be said..but if he do, then my theory of she marrying to gwi Jun in the future( which I don't know will happen or not) which resulted her power maybe

Short side note I can't fully indulge myself that Jang ki young playing this young father coz I cant feel the fatherly vibe..he still an oppa than appa to me..let's see if he can deliver in further episode

The way he holding the hand and run together

Nonetheless can't wait for next week loveliness as they living together and him keep going back to her😍😍😍😍

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savemesomenachos · 3 years

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Heyy so your last Stucky x reader inspired this thought. What if the boys are feeling down one day cause of the missions and all, so the reader has a self care day with them? Like with face masks and the whole spa treatment with yummy food and trashy movies?

And the boys looking at reader with heart eyes cause she being cute and so caring 😍

I think the boys would absolutely love spa day with their girl coz they’re just so soft when it comes to her🤌🏽✨. Hope you enjoy this!!!!

You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.

Comfort Levels

AN: I recently re-watched Notting Hill and it really made my day. Librarian! Hugh Grant in suits is the softest boi, I done saw!!🤷🏽‍♀️✨

Pairings: Stucky × Reader

Warnings: fluff with allusions to smut but no actual smut, language

Word Count: 1795

Y/n’s POV:

The boys were finally coming home after a long mission. I knew they’d be really tired with how much they’d been working lately. So, as a surprise, I set some things up I hope they’d like. Steve especially.

Ever since I knew them, Steve had always been more self-indulgent than Bucky ever had. He’d always buy bath oils and candles and some very ridiculous things if he thought that it’d make him feel better.

Bucky was more reluctant. He wouldn’t really say why when we asked but we knew. Everyone did. He still felt like he didn’t deserve good things and so he never really did things for himself. He always waved off our concern but I couldn’t help but be worried about him sometimes. He’ll run himself ragged on missions to obtain some kind of penance for the things the Winter Soldier did.

But today, I was gonna make them put all of this aside and just enjoy the spa day I had prepared for them. I had bought too many candles, massage oils, face masks and food to count but they deserved this after all that work.

“Doll, you there?” I heard Bucky’s voice echo in the living room of our extremely obnoxious apartment that Tony had practically forced us into so as to not hear “you guys boinking”. Needless to say, Steve had turned red and took the keys from Tony just to shut him up.

“In here,” I called out, already giddy with excitement to see my boys after weeks. Steve walked in first followed by Bucky and as soon as I saw them, I jumped into Steve’s arms. He caught me with an arm around my waist and a quiet ‘oof’ leaving his mouth.

“Hey-” he started but I cut him off with a kiss to his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs settled around his waist as he slipped his hands underneath my night slip and settled them on my inner thighs. As we made out, Bucky started to slip out of his tac uniform with a chuckle.

Before Steve could get handsy any further, I slipped out of his grasp and sidled on over to Bucky. At first, he continued to undress but he couldn’t ignore me for long. He wrapped an arm around my waist and tipped my head up to look at him with a metal finger under my chin.

My eyes closed and my lips puckered waiting, practically begging for a kiss which he obliged with a hearty chuckle that seemed to rumble in his chest. He crushed me to him and reluctantly let me go when Steve was completely in the nude with his back and extremely supple ass facing us.

“Doll what is all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles laid across the room and food and the oils that I had laid out on the bed. With a smile, I shifted closer to Steve and snaked my hands around his waist as I started to explain.

“I thought we could have a spa day. You boys have just been so busy this whole month so I thought we could just relax for a change.” I said, suddenly shy. It sounded so much more better in my head than it did out loud.

“And do these massages come with happy endings?” Bucky asked from behind us with a smirk, now also in the nude. Steve laughed but my eyes had already started to drift downward. There were no visible cuts but the sweat on his skin made all the dips stand out. Bucky was never really fond of chest hair so his smooth skin went on for miles.

“Eyes up here bunny,” he said with a smirk. My eyes snapped up to meet his very smug ones and a blush made its way onto my cheeks. As revenge, I slipped out of my night gown and with a sharp slap to Steve’s ass, made my way to the very large tub in the middle of the bathroom.

Bucky only howled in laughter at Steve’s scowl and dragged him to where I had already slipped into the warm water. I made grabby hands at them and they each took a hand while slipping into the bath which was really more of a hot tub than anything.

With a turn of fingers, I indicated for them to turn around and sit with their backs facing me. I slipped Bucky into my arms first and begin to lather his back with a very fancy soap whose name I couldn’t care to remember in this moment. While I got his back, Steve took some of the soap in his hand and spread the soap across the expanse of Bucky’s chest.

Bucky only hummed in content and tipped his head back and rested it on my shoulder. After I finished with the soap, I got some shampoo and began to massage Bucky’s hair and scalp while the boys listlessly made out. I laughed and shifted out from behind Bucky and slipped in behind Steve and repeated everything as they continued to make out. With a pout, I kissed Steve’s wet shoulder and worked my way upward to his neck, ears and cheek.

“I think our girl’s feeling left out Buck,” he said with a smug smile while wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. Bucky only laughed in return and stood to dry himself before helping myself and Steve out of the tub.

“I think we were promised a massage bunny,” he said while drying his hair. I smiled and ran to the bedroom to get everything ready leaving Steve and Bucky to dry off alone.

I set the towels on the bed and the bottles of massage oils. I made sure to pick spiced vanilla for Steve and French lavender for Bucky. They walked into the bedroom still in awe of the candles. I pushed them to lie on the bed, chests down. First, I climbed over the back of Steve’s calves and smeared some warm oil on the tense muscles of his back while Bucky turned his head to look at us with a smile.

I knead his back with my hands while Steve moaned and Bucky looked on. Eventually, I shifted down to his lower back where I pushed my fingers into the base of his spine and his back arched at the relief.

“Fuck doll, where’d you learn to do this?” he asked, shifting to lie on his back now and shifting his hair back with a hairband, peeling open the face mask I laid out for him. Bucky gaped at his language while I answered with a soft ‘Youtube lesson’ so as to not disturb the quiet. While Steve applied the facemask to his face with no help needed at all, I shifted over to Bucky who looked more reluctant now that he was actually in bed.

“I knew you were disappointed about not getting a happy ending but not this much,” I said with a concerned smile painted across my face. He forced a smile in return and settled into the sheets again.

‘You deserve all this and so much more bub,” I said as I put my lips to his ear. He turned to look at me with glassy eyes but immediately closed them before I could see clearly. I ran my hand down his back in comfort and proceeded to repeat the same actions of massaging his back. After we finished, I turned him around and assisted him with a hairband and a face mask.

I applied my own and slipped in between them with a quiet sigh. We laid there for a while before I heard Steve shift and peel his mask off. Bucky and I moved to do the same. I got up off the bed and bought them both their robes to slip on.

I laid out all of their favourite food I had bought earlier. Their eyes lit up while they dug around, deciding on what to eat first. I turned Netflix on and slipped in between them again, grabbing my own snack. Bucky chose ‘Notting Hill’ as Steve pulled the blankets over all of our almost bare legs.

Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side while Steve pulled my legs over his thighs. After my snack was over, my eyes started to droop and I cuddled further into Bucky’s side while pulling Steve along with me. I felt the both of them kiss either side of my head and I hummed in content. I couldn’t fall asleep with the feeling of someone or someones watching me washed over me.

“How’d we get so lucky huh?” Steve’s whisper came from my right while Bucky’s arm stroked my damp hair.

“Beats me punk,” Bucky whispered back with a quiet chuckle. “I swear Steve, my whole life, I never thought I’d have it this good. Especially after everything I’d done. But you both still love me. After all that shit I did which I could never possibly take back. So I must’ve done something really good in previous life to deserve her. To deserve the both of you.” Bucky said with a strained voice.

“Hey,” Steve said with a demanding voice. “You deserve all this and a whole lot more. Don’t you ever doubt the fact that you deserve us. We know you and we love you and nothing could ever change that.” Steve said and shifted closer, probably to plant a kiss on Bucky’s lips.

I had pretended to be asleep this whole time but I threw my leg over Bucky’s lap to show him my agreement with Steve. He only chuckled and wiped his eyes off any visible tears.

“That’s the exact thing she says to me. You two practice this or something?” he asks, his chest resounding with a laugh.

“Don’t laugh jerk. You’ll wake her up.” Steve says admonishing Bucky.

“Yes… Captain,” Bucky practically purrs with a suggestive pause between the ‘yes’ and the ‘captain’ which makes me mask my laughter with a cough and bury my face deeper into his chest to hide my smile.

“Shut up Buck. Get to sleep now.” Steve says, most probably red with the use of his title. They both shift downward to settle on their respective pillows and Steve wraps his arm around my lower stomach and pulls my lower half a little closer to him while burying his face in my neck. Bucky kisses my forehead again and whispers a soft ‘goodnight’ that Steve doesn’t even acknowledge.

“Night Sarge.” I whisper as I pull them both closer to me.

“Wait! You were awake this whole fucking time?”

“Language!!”

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saintobio · 3 years

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omg I just had a thought! Since you revealed that there’s going to be a timeskip in sn and then a sequel I’m guessing this would mean that gojo is gonna suffer for a long time like for years.... guess he’s really fulfilling y/n’s wish to make it up to her for the rest of his life....? Now I’m starting to pity him😪😪 if sn2 is with another y/n I can’t imagine how difficult it’ll be for gojo to not only overcome his regrets but also PROVE to sn2 y/n that he will not cheat again that he’s a changed man who’s gone through some genuine character development coz u know the phrase....once a cheater always a cheater......THIS DOESNT MEAN IM EXCITED AI!!!! I’ve been reading your stories since love,always and I must say that I was so amazed by not only writing but the plots and characters and I’m still continually blown away! How do you manage to lift the bar even higher with every story!!! I’ve noticed that your writing has gotten even better like how??? I thought you’ve already reached the peak but there’s still more to come I’m so excited!!! Thank you for being an amazing author and person I love love love all the effort that you’ve put in! Please take care of yourself and make sure to rest and indulge in other fun/relaxing things!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

your theory for s2/sn2 is soooo interesting hmm hmmmmm 👀 that’s a lot of angst and i like the sound of it. also aaaaa you’ve been here since love always that’s so nice :’) i honestly thought wastelands was my peak in series fics but sn totally caught me off guard 😭 i feel very grateful <3 thank u for ur kind words!!

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xenteaart · 4 years

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Shall We? (Part 2)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x fem!Reader

Request: Can I request part two for Shall We? Pleeeeaase 🙏!! You can’t just leave it like that.

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: kind of a fight scene?? and like one swear word idk

Note: Sooo here’s part two of this fic, give it a read if you havent coz otherwise this one is not going to make much sense haha

For the sake of the story, Five disappeared when he was 18 (instead of 13) and got stuck in his 18 year-old-body after coming back accordingly. Also I’ve decided to give the reader and the Handler kind of a Lila x the Handler dynamic

The events are taking place in s1, some details of the canon are obvsly altered.

ALSO THERE’S A LIL EASTER EGG AT THE END MWEHEHE

Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @stitched-mouth @startrekkingaroundasgard

“You do know you can’t win. I really don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N,” he uttered, raising his hands a little as a way to warn you not to come any closer for your own good.

Even though it was supposed to be a sweet gesture of concern, hearing him confirm that he still thought you were no match for him cut you to your very core.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m afraid you might have to. Shall we?” you sneered and threw your leg into the air, hitting Five right under his kneecap and making him collapse on the ground with a surprised gasp.

Five truly had zero intention of hurting you, but your determination to have a fight left him no choice, and even his clear advantage of having loads more experience and superpowers on top did not seem to make you hesitate.

“Come on, don’t be stupid, Y/N,” Five commented as he got back on his feet and took a few steps away from you, still giving you a chance to back off before he had to inflict any pain on your person, but all it achieved was winding you up even more.

The problem was - you two underwent identical training at the Commission as the Handler gave both of you her very best mentor, and right now you were basically mirroring each other’s moves, except Five was also using his spatial jumps to disorient you. He was still going easy on you, mostly just blocking your punches and jumping further away so you had to chase him all over the Academy while he was hoping you would simply exhaust yourself before any real damage would be done. Quite frankly, it was a smart decision on his part and a rather thoughtful one as well because, despite all appearances, he actually cared about you an awful lot.

As the both of you gracefully danced all the way to the second floor, you were already out of breath from the endless running around which meant Five’s plan was beginning to work. However, you realized what he was doing soon enough to indulge him into the feeling of being right and played his little game for a while, waiting for the perfect moment when he’d get distracted, and as the moment came you had to act fast.

You threw yourself forwards and promptly wrapped your arms around Five’s waist, knocking him off his feet and pressing your body against his as you pinned him to the floor. He groaned with annoyance and winced at the pain as his back hit the hard wooden surface. The next few seconds sort of happened in slow-mo for both of you as he roughly pushed you off himself and somehow managed to switch places with you, now looming over your body and warningly putting his knee on your solar plexus, threatening to crush your ribcage if you moved.

A mutual silence fell between you as you were processing the last 30 minutes of your lives, both visibly struggling to believe that each of you somehow ended up fighting the person they would never wish to hurt in their entire life. The sounds of your heavy breathing were filling the room as you were merely staring at each other in utter confusion. The weight of Five’s knee on your diaphragm was beginning to give you trouble breathing, and your breaths became shallow and hoarse which finally snapped him out of his trance.

“Gonna tell me what the hell is up now, Y/N?” he asked in his teacher-y manner that you used to absolutely hate and adore all at once, especially when he used to give you lectures on your occasional fuck-ups - whether it was failing a class because you were too lazy to turn in your assigments in time or something a little more serious, like getting into an argument with the Monocle and consequently making life harder for both of you.

You would always roll your eyes and smirk when he would get into his i-am-disappointed-in-you-but-i-still-love-you character and cross his arms on his chest for dramatic effect.

“You were the one telling me to piss off in the first place, remember,” you narrowed your eyes as you were subtly gasping for air underneath Five’s weight. He pursed his lips and looked away, contemplating whether or not to be completely honest. Evidently, his lack of sincerity got him nowhere the last time around, so he sighed loudly; his shoulders dropping and his expression finally revealing all of the exhaustion and regret that he was concealing quite successfully up until now.

“I only pushed you away to protect you.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” you replied, clearly unimpressed and palpably suspicious; two years of being brainwashed by the Handler now taking their toll on your perspective.

“God, don’t be so slow,” Five uttered clearly irritated but then quickly realized his offensive implication and added, “Said with respect.”

You stayed silent, raising your brow as a way of telling him to continue.

“I couldn’t risk you becoming a casualty because being involved in my family’s mess as a non-super is dangerous. As in, you’re going to be a target all the time, and I couldn’t and still can’t afford to waste my time worrying about your safety. As much as I’d love to - it’s simply not the luxury I have. I’ve got to stop the end of the world, otherwise everyone is going to be dead in four days, don’t you get it?” Five asked, a waterfall of emotions pushing at the inner sides of his chest, waiting to be set loose and consume everything on its way.

You were quietly listening to his explanation and taking it all in whilst still trying to fight off the suspicion and disbelief that were nagging at your every cell.

“I wanted to keep you safe because I couldn’t bear to lose you again,” his voice trembled a little as the memories of his post-apocalypse life washed over his mind, “The last 45 years have been a fucking nightmare.”

“I’d find it way more believable if you stopped crushing my ribs for starters,” you muttered through clenched teeth and immediately felt the pressure taken off your chest, precious and very much needed oxygen starting to flow through your system the way it should again.

Five got up and offered his hand to help you on your feet as a gesture to show you that he didn’t see you as an enemy and placed trust in you. You took his hand and steadied yourself awkwardly, still slightly disoriented and light-headed.

“I don’t know what the Handler told you but I do know she’s exceptional at manipulating,” Five added as he looked you right in the eye, “Christ, and you’re so naive, always have been. Most days it’s truly adorable but sometimes, Y/N, it really doesn’t work in your favor,” as the words escaped his lips, his gaze became noticeably softer; his expression blossoming with tenderness towards you.

“Prove it. Prove that you care.”

Five chuckled and shook his head, simultaneously annoyed and amused at your stubbornness. The atmosphere between you was shifting and you couldn’t help but notice the familiar overwhelming feeling of comfort and peace enveloping your person from head to toe. You’ve forgotten what it felt like being around Five, and now you were finally getting to remember. At home.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his uniform shorts and pulled out a grape-sized plastic figure of a golden retriever.

“You gave me this a few days before I jumped and got stuck in the future. I carried it with me all the way. This silly trinket was the only thing I had left of you, the only thing that reminded me you were still out there waiting for me. Kept me going,” he shrugged casually as if it wasn’t important at all which it absolutely was.

“Five, c’mere! Look what I found!” you called for him as you were sitting on the floor surrounded by all sorts of useless crap. You were in the middle of decluttering your bedroom when a little figure of a dog caught your eye, it was the breed that Five was especially fond of and you knew he secretly dreamed of getting a puppy of his own as soon as he was out of the house.

“What’s that?” he asked, unimpressed.

“It’s a doggie! He wants to be your friend,” you replied, playing with your accent a little, rolling you “r”s and shifting the flow of your words to sound more Scottish or ... Russian. God knows where you were going with it but you tended to butcher your accent for fun quite a lot.

“Y/N, are you twelve?”

“His name is Mr.Pennycrumb and he’s gonna look after you whenever I’m not around,” you said with utmost confidence and gave him a wide smile, putting the trinket into Five’s pocket, clearly very proud of yourself and still committed to your silly accent performance, “Treat him well.”

Five scoffed and shrugged.

“Whatever.”

“So did he?” you asked, staring at the goddamn toy as tears were slowly welling up in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did he do a good job looking after you while I wasn’t around?” your gaze finally met Five’s as the realization in his own eyes was starting to sink in. A pained smile touched the corners of his mouth, and you could see Five genuinely struggle to maintain his tough facade.

“Yeah. He did.”

Without saying a word, you stepped closer and rested your cheek on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, this time with no hostility or murderous intention. If you had to be perfectly honest with yourself, you’d admit you could never find it in you to actually hurt Five, let alone killing him. Both of you knew that way too well.

He returned the hug and pulled you closer, burying his nose in your hair and then planting a quick innocent kiss on the top of your head. Feeling the warmth radiating from you was enough to make him relax further into your embrace, his eyes now closed shut and his breathing steady and deep.

It didn’t last for as long as you’d like, though, a big loud bang from downstairs making you both flinch and pull away from each other, breaking your fragile bubble of comfort and calm in an instant.

“Shit, Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five whispered, concern and worry crawling back onto his features. He briefly looked at you, and you simply nodded, non-verbally confirming that you were willing to help and were no longer part of the Handler’s plan.

The two of you were going to talk all about that later. His years alone, his and your own involvement with the Commission, the end of the world and loads more.

Of course, right in this moment neither of you could possibly know that your friendship was, in fact, a gateway into a lifelong partnership but you were bound to find out eventually. And the journey you two were about to begin as soon as the apocalypse was dealt with and gone was going to be magnificent.

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jennsmischievousmind · 3 years

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Vhekadla

Vhekadla : Sandy

Pairing: Mando x mirialan!reader

Word count: 4.782

Warnings: Exile, reader not good with kids, mild swearing, slight angst, self-medication (needles (once))

Summary: Peli needs components for the failing vaporator in Hangar-2, you are meant to go the moisture farm to get them. But a renown bounty hunter lands in Hangar-3.

A/N: Some references to the OG trilogy and the following one. Can’t wait to see how many you find. Let me know.

I tried not to use any gender for reader (I’m still learning about it) Text in italic = reader’s internal thoughts English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

It was fun to reconnect with the lovely Star Wars nerd in me.

“A Mirialan would place a unique, often geometrically repeated tattoo on their face and hands to signify that they had completed a certain test or task, or achieved sufficient aptitude for a certain skill. The number of tattoos would thus often act as a good indicator of how mature and/or skilled a Mirialan was.”

You heard Peli calling out from the hangar, jumping down the reactor you were working on, you step on hangar 3′s threshold. Glancing through your fingers’ shielding the sun, as the pre-Imp beat up vessel lands in Hangar 3. You rolled down your sleeves as Peli look back at you.

“He doesn’t really like droids, so you’ll have to step-in.” stopping next to her you nodded, readjusting your tool belt.

Working for Peli you thought you'd seen everything in terms of species. Until the vessel's ramp lower down with a hiss, a shiny Mandalorian walking out.

Your eyes went to Peli and the approaching bounty hunter as she made her way to him grinning, awaiting for him to give her something. The tall, beskar clad individual gave a small green creature to Peli whom started to coo at it. Weird.

“Glad you decided to keep him.” She waved a finger your way giving you the go-to.

Treading to the gunship, the T shape visor of the Mandalorian followed your form, you didn’t pay much attention to it, hunters could be precious about their engines.

Plugging your datapad in the cargo bay panel you ran a quick diagnostic, looking around the ship while waiting, the hull was oddly neat you noted. The Datapad biped loudly, detailing the ships problems. This old thing was still flying, how, who knew.

“What’s with the Mirialan?"

“What can I tell? I’m going soft! Coz of your womp rat for sure.” He said nothing waiting for her to continue

“They needed the job, no questions ask. But don’t ask about the tattoos, they can be moody,”

“I heard that,” you strolled down the left telescopic gate, heading for the front repulsorlfits.

Why were they talking about you? Do they know each other much? Why a bounty hunter was carrying a child-like thing.

Stepping into the cockpit, you refrained on sitting on the pilot seat, you always felt that pilot seats were as intimate as beds. The Datapad ran a new diag, you eye the control panel, tilting your head seeing something was missing.

The Mandalorian stood tall before Peli “I have things to do!”

Peli waved him off “Yeaah go hunt, we’ll fix your ship in the meantime,”

After a few hours, drenched in sweat and sticky black goo on your hands you finally ease yourself in the cockpit “That should be good, punch it!” you yelled to the 3 pit-droids outside. After hearing the droids tripped on each other, they activated the engine, launching the hyperdrive for a last test.

The Mandalorian made his way back in the hangar just in time to see you hopping down the cargo ladder, sweeping your greasy hands on your overalls.

He couldn’t help but noticed the tattoos showing at your wrists as your sleeves had rolled up.

“This is not going to be a recurrent thing.” You heard the Mandalorian say, clearly annoyed. Approaching them, you could feel the Mandalorian was tense, Peli took the datapad you handed her, you tried your best no to stare at the broad shoulders at your right.

Finally noticing him, and his T-visor staring at your wrists, you swiftly turned around and brushed the sleeves back down; “She’s up to fly. The hyperdrive is as brain new, we made a few check-ups on the engines since they were coughing a bit,” you rounded a crate, looking back at him, your sleeves now attached to your fingers, “and the lights are back on!” you index pointed to the lamp on the ceiling.

“You’ll want a price cut, as I can see here,”

You glanced at the visor for a second, what did Peli ask him to do? “Fine,” he sighed.

“Go to the moisture farm and get my parts,” she patted at his pauldron, “you’ll be his guide.“ you were so engrossed in Peli’s friendliness with the bounty huinter that it didn’t click immediatly. Until it did.

“Hold on, what?” voice rising a notch “I told you I’d go,.. alone!” you argued

“With all the recent things happening in this forsaken desert, I’d rather not send you alone.”

Stepping closer to Peli, your back to the Mandalorian, you stared at her, she stared back, not having it. She knew you could take down a Gamorrean if needed.

“Boss, …”

“For Force’s sake don’t argue with me,” She shooed you away, you knew she wouldn’t let go.

“You still have that speeder bike?” his modulated voice rang in your back as you made your way to the fresher to clean yourself up.

Peli snarled “I’m gonna start renting it.”

Waiting near the speeder bike, Peli handed you the credits to pay for the binary brain unit and humidity sensor, she needed it for the vaporator in H-2. The moisture farm you were heading to had the parts since they owned the same vaporators.

“You can trust him,” she nudged her jaw to the approaching Mandalorian.

“I’ll be the judge of that,”

“He’s like family, call him Mando,” you rolled your eyes at her teasing tone. Peli wouldn’t leave the city walls since the Empire fell, so obviously it became your task to get the parts or hardware from out of the walls. Before that she’d lost a few droids in the desert.

The Mandalorian rounded the speeder, securing a bag on the right side, a green little head popped out of it.

“I don’t think ‘it’ should come, if we encounter any bandits or raiders.”

The thing looked at the his keeper “Don’t worry about that, he’s seen worse.”

You turned to Peli, eyes widenned and flailing hands. She shrugged her famous grin on. Head lolling back and squeezing your eyes shut you let out a sigh then swiveled to him. “I drive, you shoot?” you ask adjusting your scarf around your mouth and nose.

“What?” he genuinely asked. Shaking your head amused you nod your head to the main seat for him to take. It'll be easier to hold him than him hold you.

Straddling the speeder you felt tiny behind him, the beskar was cold even under the twins suns, a gurgle took your attention off the reflecting beskar in front of you. Wrinkled critter.

Keeping a grip on Mando’s side you check the Holo map as the speeder bike hovered at its fastest speed. Gesturing at Mando to indicate the path, the moisture farm would be visible in a few visvia. A glare caught your eye a second too late, you flew from the speeder, crashing hard against the burning sand. Between your grunts and those of the Mandalorian you heard Tusken Raiders' howls.

Groaning you hold your ribs rolling on your good side “Freaking dehydrated Raiders!” The little green being was confused a meter from you, sadly sat on the sand. “Mando, your .. kid,” his broad shadow came into view, soon scooping the child.

Finger at the trigger you look up at the cliffs “Thought you were friends with them!”

The Mandalorian was trying to salvage the speeder bike while you looked at the map for a safer and faster path, still eyeing the cliffs now and then. “Don’t bother, engine’s burnt.” Greeny made a worried sound.

“The tuskens, they are the shoot first, ask question later kind of people,” he posted himself on your right, you glanced at him stealthily. Even without seeing his face, his demeanour showed he was pissed off.

“You both have something in common,” you sheath your blaster in the small of the back holster.

“What?” you sensed it took it the wrong way, so quickly clarified “Showing skin is not allowed,”

“Just as your not allowed to show your tattoos!” he riled back.

Your head jerked back, you were not expecting the backlash. You stalked past him, “We should go, the farm ain’t far!” putting as much distance between you and the bounty hunter.

The Mandalorian regretted his words as soon as they came out. He surely was the last one to have a say about others’ customs and beliefs. Your behavior somehow disarmed him, he didn't know how to act anymore.

The suns were getting low in your back, you thank the maker your body was acclimated for dry lands. The hair at your nape rose in a instant, you looked back at the horizon standstill for a few seconds.

"We must take shelter," you whispered. The green critter tilted his head to you followed by his Mandalorian whom picked up your words through his enhanced helmet.

"Sandstorm!" you ran past him, heading for the rocks ahead.

Pulling your large scarf around your face, the Mandalorian was hot on your tail, you realized you wouldn’t like to be one of his bounty, his impressive broadness and the heavy beskar made you shivered. Sliding between two big rocks, you fumbled with your water jug, quickly wetting your scarf around your mouth. The Mandalorian soon joined you with a distorted groan, the baby oddly excitied about the run out was babbling.

"Here," you wet a rag you kept in your rucksack handing it to to him. "It’ll need it," taking the rag from your hand he gently folded it and wrapped the child’s mouth and pointy ears. A gust of hard wind and sand hit the rocks, the light disappearing instantly you found yourself enveloped in a dusty copper shadow. Clenching your eyes shut, your hands immediately went to the child's eyes. You felt his little hands holding onto yours. It’s not a game you thought. The sand was hard on the few uncovered patches of skin on your face, but it soon stopped. You could still hear the wind, the sand rattling the rocks but you couldn't feel it anymore. Opening your eyes carefully, your head jerked back. Beskar. The T visor of his helmet was staring at you. Looking up you saw his arm holding his cape around you three. Your hand unconsciously slowly slipped from the child's eyes. Your reflection was staring at you with wide eyes, its closeness made you uneasy yet not unwelcomed, as the kid was still holding your fingers, this one whined.

“It won’t take long,” Mando spoke, his head dropping to the green child. Adverting your eyes from his visor you scolded yourself, and your increasing heartbeat.

His eyes were trained on your geometrical tattoos adorning your delicate face, he didn’t expect to lost himself in your eyes as you opened them. His gut twisted when you moved back with a start.

Few minutes later you were dusting sands from your hair and clothes “We should be at the farm in a bit,”

He nodded "I hope they have a speeder to lend us there,”

That yes, coz I won't make it back by walking. I'm no bantha

Both of you let out a relieved sigh when the farm appeared in the horizon. Bhindi Kayle welcomed you in the abode, the farm was practically empty, all the workers were home or in town, only an old man sat at the far end of a bench. Bhindi Kayle was an old aquaintance of Peli, he cut you off as soon as you started talking, he stood before you oddly trying to assert a sort of dominance, he’d never been like that.

"Yeah Peli send us a hologram earlier this week,” Mando's chest heaved as soon as the farmer interrupted you. “Didn't expect a Mandalorian to work for her,"

Aaah, a men’s ego.

The kid babbled a confused note, "I'm not working for Motto," Mando stated, galled.

"The Mandalorian is ... here for protection, somehow." The child looked at you from the satchel on Mando's hip.

The old man rumbled from the corner, "A mirialan, a Mandalorian and a ... whatever that is ... roaming around Tatooine, what a sight."

"Ah don't listen to him, he lost his mind since the Lars’ farm got burned down,” Bhindi leaned in whispering ”inhaled too much smoke while trying to raid the place."

Negotiating the parts’ price was not in the deal but knowing Peli wasn’t here, Bhindi tried. Yeah tried, not for nothing Peli Motto took you in, you were as stubborn as a falumpaset, gosh you missed Naboo.

"Do you have a speeder?” Mando asked his tone becoming a bit hesitant “Ours ... blown off on the way," your refrained a smirk.

"Well, we have swoops but you'll be back to Peli in days at that speed." You followed him through the pit to the garage. Eyes skimming the messy place, looked like a junkyard, the green kid was touching everything, you lose your footing on a piece of scrap while looking at it, firm gloved hands propped you up by the shoulders without a word. Embarrassment filed you as Mando’s hands left your shoulders with hesitation.

"Are those... pieces of a Bantha-II cargo skiff?" You stepped onto the old railing, trying to distract yourself from the burning feel of his touch. "Where did you get that?"

"That old rusty thing? We found it a few years back. The Hutts might have abandoned it, thankfully for us the Jawas were late on this one." Bhindi rummaged through a bunch of metal "We keep some engines we found for the parts, just in case. Ah!"

He proudly showed his finding. You heard the Mandalorian groaned behind you.

"Might be cramp on it with the two of you, but it can do."

Mando was not amused "A skimboard?" his hands reached his hips, he stood there staring at Bhindi. Stepping down the railing, a light smile spread on your lips.

"I'm good with it," you grabbed the board "you fly, I use the skimboard," his bucket head turned to you, the heavy silence coming from the Beskar clad man had Bhindi lose his tough demeanour, but had you amused.

"Hum, I can probably find an old speeder bike," The Mandalorian nodded at the farmer.

Inspecting the slick metal, your hand dusted off the sand of off it "How much for it?"

"25 alliance credits will do," he shrugged. "Deal," Bhindi hurried away in the back of the garage.

“I’ll be back in a minute,”stepping out the junkyard, you head for the hydroponic garden.

The sand had crawled under your layers, it soon became itchy and abrasive. Stripping down your top layers, you stayed in your dark undershirt. Vigorously dusting off your copper colored top and black hood, the dusts particles shining under the sun rays. Cupping water in your hands, your let the fresh water ran down your tattooed arms. Cold water on your face never felt so good, even after hours working on a spaceship it wasn’t as satisfying.

“Khayle found us a landspeeder” you gasped at his voice, holding your arms around you and turning your back to him; Mando became even more silent than usual. The tattoos on your arms and body were not to be seen by everyone, it wasn’t as strict as Mandalorian’s creed or the Tuskens but still, you were meant to choose the few who would see them. The one on your face were your achievement, your proudness, you could show them. But those on your body were more personal, promises to your species, and to yourself. Since the farm was empty you thought it would be safe to undress, apparently not.

Mando paused, he wasn’t expecting that, seeing the tattoos on your wrists earlier he thought that was it but seeing your inked arms and shoulders blades he felt pulled by curiosity but as soon as he saw you flinched and tried to hide your arms, he turned away.

He walked out, not saying a word, thinking about what he said earlier. Peli did warn him. Feeling your rushed breathing haven out, and the thundering sound of your bloodstream into your ears fading you reached for your copper long sleeve top. As you tried to snatch it you felt a resistance, the child, coming to you his little claws up to touch your arms. Big dark eyes staring at you, oddly similar to the dark visor of his keeper. Feeling that pull deep inside, you frowned putting your hood on and grabbing the child, holding it bunglingly, he kept looking at you.

“You forgot something.” You gently shoved him the child, then rounded the landspeeder.

Bhindi casually leaned on the abode “You should stay for the night, Raiders thrive at night.”

Mando watched you sit at the driver’s seat, your hood hiding your expression. “We’ll be fine,” he answered not sparing a glance at Bhindi. The child fell asleep an hour after leaving the moisture farm that’s when Mando decided to talk.

“If I’d known ...” you stayed silent “Did I endanger your faith or beliefs?” he asked seriously concerned.

“Mirialans, we …” you scoffed “I’ll be fine.”

Something in his tone changed “I’m sorry, it wasn’t done on purpose.” The child’s ears settled down in a snore; it was as he was feeling his keeper’s trouble even through his sleep.

“Something happened, when I was not even an idea.” you felt compelled to tell the story behind the tattoos since he saw most of them. “My ancestor was part of the Senate, she believed in a way of life, now long forgotten. She fought for it but soon realized it was wrong, she was never meant to fight, she was meant to keep the peace. Her loyalty faded, she did bad things ... I’m bond to her in some ways I can’t explain.”

The Mandalorian stayed silent, you were used to it at this point.

“The old Galactic Senate banished her. No one remembers Bariss Offee now, she's been long gone. But I do.”

“The old Galactic Senate...” Mando clenched his fist “I heard about it,”

“Some of my tattoos are meant to heal her soul through me. After her fall, my family scattered, we were forbidden to talk about her, we were forced to strip ourselves from our knowledge. I was young, my parents flew us to another galaxy, there we live like humans. But my parents kept one of our custom, the tattoos.” you shrugged, even Peli didn’t know about all this, she knew about your exile but that’s all.

“I…I don’t know if I can say this and my apologize if it’s misplaced but you .. uhm” Mando asked himself why he was so stressed about telling you his honest feel about it “..they are ..pretty,” the repulsorlift the only sound perceptible. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, especially coming from the renown bounty hunter, eyes leaving the road you stared at him confused but somehow relieved, your hood flew back reveling your face to him.

A tuskens battle cry made you break, standing up on your seat, immediately reaching for your blaster and glowrod.

“Hold on,” he posed the sleeping child on your seat, getting down.

“Mando, they shoot us once, I’m not taking any chance,”

“I’ll talk to them,” he stated calmly “lower your blaster and stay close,”

You inhaled loudly, putting away your weapon. Emerging from the dark, tall figures soon surrounded you. The deep grunt coming out the helmet at your side startled you, his gestures and groans had the attention of the faceless Raiders. The silence on their part didn’t do much to ease your worry until they answered, though you couldn’t understand, the stance of your companion made you feel safe.

“They’re saying we should camp out, another tribe, the one who shot us is ahead of us,”

“Camp out, with them?” you whispered as if they could understand you “I heard things about them,”

“Not everything you hear is true,” Mando’s visor was trained on your hesitating features. Well you didn’t have much of a choice, you weren’t going to leave without him and the green thing.

“You take the first watch,” you gathered your backpack, he nodded at you, preceding you.

The kid now awaken, was nestled between his keeper’s feet, staring at the fire in front of him. It might have felt you staring because his little ears perked up and he soon waddled to you. The kid kept trying to hold you or touch your hand.

"Is it always like that? Clingy?" You poked the child’s forehead making him wobble back.

Mando tilted his head with a sigh, silently asking if your gesture was really necessary.

"Not really," He reached for the child but this latter whined, settling when he grabbed your index’ first phalanx.

"You were saying!?" You sighed as the kid looks like he was concentrating on your finger. As he kept doing that you felt that pull again, deep inside of you, an inner energy you usually only could feel during your ancestor’s vision. It scared you, snatching your finger from the kid, you look at the big eyes now staring at you. "What are you!"

“Easy,” Mando ushered the kid back to him “He has powers, I should have warned you,”

“What kind of power?”

“He can move things with his mind or something similar” your mind processed the news, “I’ve been quested to bring him back to his kind,"

The child climbed your feet to get closer, your lips turned down in an uneasy grimace, you weren't exactly gifted with children, if it was one though. Clingy beings, loud and stinky, not your thing.

The Mandalorian kept an eye on you without your knowledge, he'd never seen anyone be so hesitant with the child before.

Mando talked with the Tuskens while you ate, he sometimes translated for you in case you were interested in their conversation.

....

"You are missing a piece on the turbines’ launch lever by the way, want another one!?" You asked him sleepily, "That won't be necessary," he chuckled and it caught you off guard but you said nothing.

A young tusken handed you a fur cloth, hesitantly grabbing it you eyed Mando, he made a gesture to the raider.

"I take the first watch," even with his vocoder you could hear the grin.

Waking up in a sweat you observed your surroundings. A bantha was snoring loudly next to a pack of sleeping tuskens. A soft snore not far from you got your attention. The child was tucked on Mando's side, his ears heaving with his breaths.

The fire reflecting on the beskar mesmerized you, it was like Mando's was made of fire. Was he sleeping?

“You’re okay?”

“My ribs hurts, I’m cold, but I’m managing.” you stood up, stepping closer to the fire. “Take some rest, it’s my shift.”

“Here,” you turned around just in time to caught the e-bacta shot, Mando closed his belt pocket and crossed his arms, leaning on a rucksack, ready to rest.

“Thanks..” you stared at his calm composure, forgetting he could still be looking at you behind that visor.

Your gaze on him got him agitated, he tried his best to rest his eyes but he couldn’t detached his from yours, somehow you always manage to made eye-contact, most people didn’t even dare look straight at him. He stayed alert as you went to the land speeder, lifting your top enough to reach your bruised flank, he saw you brace yourself for the shot.

1,2 “Hmmm!!!” you muffled your groan in your elbow as the three needles deeped in your flesh, youknew that in a few minutes you’ll be alright but maker it hurt.

The suns getting up, you were seated on the land speeder’s hood watching the twins made their entry, I’ll never get tired of this.

“We’re good to go, the other tribe moved north,” Mando set the child on the hood next to you to thanks the Tuskens.

The child lifted his head to you, silently staring, suddenly rushing to you head bumping your hip “ "Oof!” he angrily cuddled your side “Mando, what’s going on with it?”

“Hey, hey kid, no!” he cradled him into his arms “what did you do?”

“Nothing!” you jumped down the hood “It slammed into me,”

“He never acts like that, there’s something with you,” Mando stated

“Oh maker come on Mando,” your voice tightened “I’m a nobody, an exile mirialan, I’m no Jedi like my ancestor!” you realised as soon as you said it, screwing your eyes shut.

“Your ancestor was a Jedi?”he stepped forward, his demeanour now threatening but you stood your ground. “And you’re telling me now?”

“Mando I, ... I’m not sure about it, I don’t even understand the visions I have, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“We should go!” he shut himself, the child whined against his keeper’s chest.

The ride back to Peli was excruciating, Mando didn’t talk to you or ease the kid’s fuss. The three of you made it back to Peli without issues.

She was about to make one of her famous punchline but she saw your concerned face as you passed by her deposing the vaporator’s pieces on her desk.

Peli planted herself before him “What did you do?” he sighed.

Mando watched as the door hiss closed behind you.

“How much do you know about them?”

“What’d you do!?” Peli insisted before answering his question. As stubborn as you he thought. He related the conversation, he’d never seen Peli so mad.

The soft knock on your door told you it wasn't Peli. It opened on your command.

“We need to talk,” Mando stepped-in

“Oh now you want to talk!” you threw a wrench in your tool box “We had a full ride for that.”

“You lied to me!” he pointed his finger to the ground

“I didn’t LIE to you! I just ..didn’t tell you all of it. Jedis and Mandalorians are not exactly friends for all I know,”

“The child might be a Jedi and you didn’t care to tell me you knew about he’s people.” the tiny bedroom was crowded with his presence, deep inside behind the anger lied a fluttering feeling when he entered your space.

“My ancestor had that kind of power, but I don’t know shit about it, I told you if you were to even listen!” tears at the brim at your eyes remembering your parents’ tale about their exile, you inhaled trying to stay focused.

“I’ve listened,” he regained his neutral tone “if you are like your ancestor then maybe you have that power in you, that’s why the child is reaching out to you, he might feel it,”

you scoffed “I’m a mecha not a Jedi,” the child made you jumped when he touched your hand, he had climbed the comforter hanging from your cot.

“Mando, I’d … never mean to hide things from you, I’m just..scared.” You let the child hold your finger “An unknown powerful energy in me, how would you react! Even if I’d want to know, I don’t even know where to start.”

He nodded leaving your cramped bedroom with the child. Few minutes later Peli called out, sighing you drag your feet to her desk.

“What is it that you want Motto?” you taunted but the teasing voice died seeing Mando on the other side of her seat.

“I’ve been quested to bring him to the jedi.” his visor on you, knitted your brows you wait for his speech. “I could use a mecha on board, one that needs answer of some sorts,” his grave voice resonated in your ears, he faced Peli while saying it. She sighed knowingly; her face torned with doubts.

“I can’t, Peli you need me and I ..”

“Kid, I’ve seen you distraught after your visions, it’s getting worse,” Peli sighed “Well, I’m not saying losing my best mecha is ideal,” you tried your best to keep the feelings at bay “…but go if you have to, I’ll managed” she patted you shoulder, herself containing her sniffles.

“Take care of this piece of junk,” she snorted making you laugh.

“I’ll come back,”

“Don’t you dare, you're young, get out of this desolate place. Go get the galaxy,”

Smiling at her you hugged her tight “Oh come on, come on” she shooed you away, striding to your room to pack, you didn’t see her made eyed contact with Mando’s visor, a silent plead to keep you safe, he nodded.

Stepping in the cockpit, you sat on the passenger seat at his right. The green being was on your right eyeing you, you suprised yourself smiling at him. Mando came in and the kid starts to shift in his pod, you watched Mando as he took something on the control panel and swivelled to the baby. Thlatter reached out, his keeper letting a shiny metal ball fall into his little claw.

“That’s…” you said out loud. Your eyes darted to the turbines launcher’s lever. Mando finally turned to you and shrugged tilting his helmet.

“A mirialan, a Mandalorian and a Jedi ... what a sight.”

#The Mandalorian x reader #Mando x reader #mando fanfiction #Mando imagines #Mirialan reader #force sensitive reader #slow burn #din djarin x reader #Din Djarin imagines #Vhekadla #Mando x mirialan!reader

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Congrats on your 666 followers xD may I request Imayoshi NSFW scenario? Idk how to put this, but I've seen a few writings of him that are somehow related to devil/demon/God/priest. I think it does fit him coz he really seems like his personality lol. So in the request, if you could add that kind of theme? Doesn't necessarily have to be him being the 'devil', could be just a metaphor or likening. Not sure if you write that kind of stuff but I'ma try lol. Thnx~

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TW: Manipulation ; Subtle Breeding Kink ; Creampie ; Marking ; Spanking

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It had all started out simple. A chance meeting that shouldn’t have been so significant, yet instead of a simple fleeing moment like she had expected, she found herself wound up in a much...larger scheme of things that she hadn’t thought would’ve been possible with her line of work.

Her day had started off like any other. A simple groan and lack of desire to fulfill her duties before reluctantly getting up and preparing for her long day of work. Though she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement light up her heart as she had remembered the latest addition to the team.

A tall and observant man. Someone who seemed reliable, yet held a strong air of mystery around him. Imayoshi Shoichi. Her team’s new addition. How he had come along and wormed his way into their line of work, not even she knew. All she could really understand was that the charm and skill of his words practically always had someone doing his bidding.

The textbook mysterious man that all woman secretly wanted to at least try to get to know once, and despite not wanting to fall within that norm she found herself-- more often than not-- stuck with him. No matter how strange their coincidental meetings were.

Today was no different. The amount of times she had run into him whilst working was almost....bizarre. Not to mention the amount of staring she had been feeling as she roamed about the office building.

“Go straight home...just straight home after and we’ll be good.”

Despite having engraved the words into her mind, she somehow found herself at the bar with the other beside her. His form tall and brooding as he loosened his tie, a slow exhale escaping his lips as her eyes trailed over his now exposed neck and collarbone. A sudden wave of heat punching her gut as she quickly averted her gaze to nurse her drink.

“It’s been quite the day...hasn’t it Ms. (l/n)?”

“H-Hm? Ah! Yeah.. it’s a day like any other, but being so ingrained within my body, I’ve gotten sorta used to it.”

A mere shrug was added, her little ministrations causing the smirk on his face to widen slightly. The gaze she had on her glass slowly shifting to meet his strong one as she felt her cheeks flush pink at the heated stare. It was no surprise that the new employee was handsome. Rumors and ideals spread throughout the office like wildfire at what he had done prior and his relationship status-- none of which she was really interested in per say, but still ended up with gaining the information.

“Is that so? Well I hope you’re giving yourself a break. Time and time again you’re always there for me...and I can’t thank you enough for all the support and advice you’ve given me throughout this past week. If you’ll allow it, I’d like to make you dinner.”

“M-Make?”

His easy words caught her off guard. Various images and fantasies quickly ran through her mind as she subconsciously began to chew on her lower lip. It was an...intimate gesture. Her expectation of a dinner out was nothing out of the ordinary, but to suddenly be invited to his home? She wasn’t sure what he’d say next.

“Why yes. I may be no good chef, but I want to properly show my...appreciation for you.”

A chill ran down her spine as she tightened her grip on the glass before her. A strange sensation swirling within her abdomen as her eyes were locked--- rather captivated by his glowing ones as he leaned forward. His large hand gently cupping her cheek as he wiped the corner of her lips.

“Apologies, but there was a crumb from the snacks provided earlier.”

Though deep down inside she was practically certain he was lying, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks darken in color as she mutely nodded at his statement. (e/c) eyes watched as his fingers gently roused his once cleanly kept hair. A strange pang in her gut as the dark locks fell in layers around his face as he shifted to face her directly.

“Now then, will you allow me to make you dinner tonight Ms. (l/n)?”

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Despite her instincts screaming at her to deny the request, she found herself nodding at his request. The next thing she could remember though was a reveal, a flick of a deep wine colored tail that gracefully unwrapped from around his hips and the horns that mixed in with his dark locks of hair.

Yet, despite the fear she felt coursing through her veins, the strange desire of want was much stronger. A handsome devil-- funny how the saying itself was so true in the moment. She didn’t remember much after except the addicting taste of Imayoshi.

Pressed into the couch, her hands desperately grasped at him as he dove in for another heated kiss. His tongue gliding against the plush bottom lip before prying his way into her mouth as he quickly ate up the desperate and breathy moans she released. The tail she had once seen now wrapped possessively around her waist as his fingers danced along her skin. Teasing and light before viciously ripping away at her clothes as he began to place open mouth kisses against her neck.

A trail of bites shimmering down her torso as he interlaced their fingers together. Tightly holding onto her as he teased the soft mounds of flesh on her chest before teasing and flicking his tongue against the hardening buds.

“So beautiful for me...a pretty little angel...and all just for me...”

A sharp shock of pleasure shot down her spine at his words. The mesmerizing thought of forbidden taboos only egging on the adrenaline rush and absolute want in her gut as she let out another throaty moan.

“P-Please...want you to fuck me....need you to fill me up...”

“Shit...what a dirty mouth on you, angel...how can I say no to that~?”

The low rasp of his voice only added fuel to the fire as she bucked her hips up. A desperate ache of heat against her throbbing cunt as her fingers found their way up into his hair. The tug of her pants had her let out another weak moan as she fumbled with his own clothes.

Within moments, she found herself pressed back into the couch as his fingers teased their way into her. Slow and deliberate as he began to stretch her out. His grey eyes bore deeply into her trembling form, mapping out and memorizing the possessive patterns he left all over her as his tail unfurled to tauntingly send a sharp smack against her thigh.

The delicious sounds that escaped her only egging him on as he littered her thigh and ass with the sharp stinging marks of what he considered his brand. The shape of the tip of his tail now staining her skin as he slowly pulled his fingers back.

“Such a pretty angel...do you want to take a ride with me little angel? Let the devil taint those beautiful white wings of yours?”

The sultry tone that interlaced itself within his words had her nod enthusiastically as she tried to get up, a sense of desperation in her at the lack of fill within her. Without a moment’s hesitation, he hefted her up, carefully positioning her over his cock before easing her on. A low and gutteral moan escaped him as he bit her shoulder.

A cry of pain and pleasure erupted from her as she tightly clung onto him. Her head falling back at the immense pleasure and pain that coursed through her veins before a sharp snap of his hips woke her from the brief escape as she felt her hips slowly gyrate and accommodate to the new position she was in.

Within moments she found herself clinging to him like her life depended on it. Chest to chest, breaths mingling with one another in messy and addictive kisses as the heat that coiled tightly within them both was ready to burst. Just as she felt herself about to fall into her climax, a sharp slap to her ass had her scream his name as an equally strong thrust brought her over the edge, his own coming merely moments after as she felt her core being filled.

A firey seed seated heavily inside of her as the excess was squeezed out slowly. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she groaned softly. Though just as she felt exhaustion whisk her away, she heard that voice, laced with that familiar tone that got her into this little mess in the first place.

“Thank you for such a delicious meal, little angel....perhaps you’ll indulge this sinner for seconds...”

#knb x reader #knb imagines #imayoshi shouichi x reader #imayoshi x reader #imayoshi shouichi #knb masterlist #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket au

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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CSI: Rogers and Barnes- The Serious Cereal Serial Killer

Ch 6- Shots In The Dark Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Episode Summary: Katie and Bucky head to the 99 to dig out some old case files that might help them on the case. Steve comes back to work, but he shouldn’t be there really, coz like he was banged up pretty bad. They go to a bar and there’s a fancy fireman called Johnny knocking around with the Nine-Nine crew. Steeby doesn’t like him…and it all kinda goes a bit wrong.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words.

Episode Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark (Yeah, it’s nice and friendly now…)

Song for Episode: New Rules by Dua Lipa

A/N: This entire series contains dark humour (CSI + Brooklyn 99=CSI Steeb) Avengers and Stark Spangled Banner Easter Eggs and jokes. You don’t need to have read the SSB series to understand or enjoy this, but we’ve used the Universe to spin this off from so somethings might puzzle a few of you if you ain’t, but feel free to ask. Also, our knowledge of American Policing and Brooklyn is limited, so bear with us if we slip up, but at the end of the day this is a fiction so we’ll claim any mistakes as creative license!!

Enter the NINE-NINE! We’ve used a lot of quotes from the series, that we know are not in their original settings but just indulge us because dammnit, it made us laugh!!

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“And the wanderer returns!” Jake Peralta greeted Katie warmly as he stepped out of the elevator to greet her at the front desk of the 99 Precinct Building. “Good to see you Jake!” She beamed, giving him a hug before she stepped back “This is Sergeant James Barnes, or Bucky.” “Pleased to meet you.” Bucky said, grasping his hand. “So how’s DC treating you?” Jake asked as they stepped into the elevator. “Not bad.” Katie shrugged “The work is good but, well it’s not home ya know?” Bucky shot her a side glance, that was the first time he had heard her admit that she missed Brooklyn, and he had a feeling that her reconciliation with Steve had something to do with it. “Well you know what they say?” Peralta smiled “You can take the girl outta Brooklyn” “And then bring her back” Bucky quipped, earning him a dig in his ribs. The elevator door opened and they stepped out into the open plan office and Bucky winced at the cacophony of noise that hit his ears. Katie grinned and hugged a smaller, short haired man before she moved on to an Auburn haired woman, and then smiled and fist bumped a taller, darker haired lady. “Hey Diaz.”

“Stark.” The woman’s face flickered into a grin as she pulled Katie into a hug “good to see you”

“Wait a minute. Are we hugging?” Katie pulled back “Have we ever done this before?”

“No,” Diaz replied “And if you tell anyone, I’ll slit your throat.”

Katie laughed. “Does Terry get a hug?” Bucky looked up to see an absolute unit of a man strolling towards them. The man was dressed in a normal shirt, with a tie and suspenders but Bucky couldn’t help but stare because, well, he was fucking huge. He was even bigger than Steve and that was saying something. “Oh Terry gets a hug!” Katie laughed, stepping forward again. “Good, coz Terry missed Katie…” “Does he always refer to himself in the 3rd person? Bucky turned to the shorter man. “Oh yes.” He nodded “I’m Boyle by the way” “Bucky.” He said, shaking his hand.

“So…” Jake turned to them “All the boxes and case notes are ready in the archive rooms down stairs. I would have brought them to you but my cars in the shop so I rode in on Rosa’s motorcycle. I guess you could say I’m a gear head now.” he nodded, clearly pleased with himself. “He held on to me so tight it was like a two-mile Heimlich.” Diaz shot back, where she was lounging in her chair, phone sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder “No I won’t hold…”

“Those things have no walls on them!” Jake hissed as he walked to his desk “Let me just grab my breakfast and we’ll head down…” “Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?” Bucky looked at him in horror as he picked up the film wrapped item.

“Breakfast burrito, but yeah” Peralta shrugged as they headed to the elevator.

“I pity your dentist.” Bucky shook his head.

“Joke’s on you. I don’t have a dentist.” Jake shot back as they all headed towards the elevator.

“Not so fast…” a deep voice said, and Bucky spun round to see the 99’s commanding officer, Captain Holt striding across the floor. “I believe Sergeant Stark has one more person she needs to say hi to.”

Katie narrowed her eyes playfully “Why? Is Cheddar here?”

“Who’s Cheddar?” Bucky asked.

“Holt’s corgi.” Peralta supplied

Holt’s face twitched, into what Bucky supposed you could call a smile, maybe, as the man stuck his arm out and formally shook Katie’s hand.

“Good to see you again. Congratulations on the promotion.” Holt said “I knew you’d get your break eventually.” “Thank you sir.” she smiled.

He nodded at her and then turned to look out over the office. “Ok 99, I just had an email. Our monthly crime statistics are due. I want paperwork on all your closed cases by tomorrow. Scully, you can just write ‘I didn’t close any’ on a piece of paper.”

Bucky looked around to see two, rather large (and by large he meant fat) men sat at desks, both eating some form of wrap. One of them, the one with the strange hair cut that made him look like he had a lego doll head looked up.

“What? I’m confused…” he said slowly.

“Huh.” Holt raised an eyebrow “From your expression, I would have guessed constipated. Or chilly.”

Bucky heard Katie snigger besides him as a nasaly voice from the Auburn haired woman cut across the office.

“Hey, Craptain, you ready to get curb stomped?” “What?” Jeffords’ eyes shot up.

“At chess.” Gina looked at him.

“We have a weekly match. I’m teaching Gina to play. And she, in turn, is teaching me to trash talk.” Holt said, waving his hand in explanation before he turned to Gina “The hospital called. Your test results came back positive. You’re a stage five dumbass.”

Katie looked at Peralta before the pair of them burst out laughing as Gina stood there, nodding, like a proud sensei.

“Oh! You have come so far.”

Bucky simply stood there, mouth hanging open. What the fuck had Stark dragged him into. He dug her in the ribs with his elbow and as she turned to look at him, he shook his head “This…this is…” “The Nine-Nine.” Katie said, fondly “And you spent 5 years here?” Bucky looked at her in disbelief.

“Actually it was just over 6.” Katie said “I moved to the 101 a year after dad died when the opportunity came up to train as a Profiler. I do miss them all though, and their little quirks…which reminds me…Hey” She turned to Jeffords who was now sat at his desk. “Still writing Fan Fiction Terry?” “Fan Fiction…” Bucky dead panned.

“Well, shows and films leave Terry wanting more.” Sergeant Jeffords shrugged “I’m just filling in the gaps.”

Just when he didn’t think shit could get any weirder… Bucky blinked.

“So what grabbed your imagination this time?” Katie continued

“He’s actually writing an original piece.” Boyle smiled.

Terry grinned “Yeah, about a group of super heroes, who save New York from aliens…”

“Let me guess…” Bucky grumbled and they turned to face him “They all dress in lycra and have capes?”

“Not all of them.” Terry looked at him. “Only one has a cape and only one dresses in Lycra, the others are in leather apart from one who is a kind of beast when he gets angry and the other has a flying, metal suit and…”

“Why can’t anyone make super heroes normal people who wear normal clothes?” Bucky shook his head.

“They don’t sit on their couches in their superhero outfits.” Terry looked at him, frowning “They’re normal on their downtime…”

“What is it with you and superhero costumes?” Katie looked at him.

Bucky shrugged “It’s just all, oh I dunno, ostentatious…” “Says the man who owns a rhinestone encrusted denim jacket, yeah, I heard…Steve told me about it ages ago.”

Bucky smirked and shrugged “It’s from the 90s, it was the fashion when we were a kid.” “Hmmm.” Katie pondered, before she looked back at Terry “You’ll have to email me a copy when it’s done.” “Will do, Terry always likes feedback.” “And Katie likes to read, speaking of which…” she patted Buck’s chest with the back of her hand “We need to get digging into those files, Buck.”

He agreed and Katie turned to Peralta. “Lead the way…not that I don’t know where it is but…”

She was cut off by a loud squeal and she spun to see a dark haired uniformed woman, hair pulled back into a ponytail. Bucky just caught the name “Santiago” on her tag before Katie wrapped her in a hug.

“Oh my God!” Santiago smiled, “I knew you were back in town but…”

“I know I should have called…and I’m sorry Amy but, we got a lot to get through so I need to get to it. But, Romanoff suggested a night out. You too Diaz?”

“Drinks sound good” Diaz nodded.

“The Compound? This weekend?” Katie asked “Sure I can wrangle us the VIP treatment seeing as the owner is practically my sister in law.” ““I am sooo up for that!” Santiago grinned “There’s nothing better after a long shift than going to The Compound It’s like Cheers, where everybody knows your name”

Diaz looked at her “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell.”

******

The doors of the elevator opened and Katie emerged from it followed by Bucky who was carrying a box with the files they had brought from the 99. Thankfully, out of the three boxes Peralta had provided on Rumlow’s case, they had been able to reduce the files with meaningful information to only one.

“Is Stevie’s office open, Wanda? Need to pop these files somewhere safe.” Katie said once they were close enough to the reception desk counter.

Bucky saw Wanda’s eyebrows squeeze together in a wrinkle and her mouth twist with annoyance at Katie’s use of Steve’s pet name. He could tell she was pissed. And to be honest, he was also surprised at the new situation. How Stark had gone from hating the Captain’s guts and going haywire at him calling her sweetheart, to easily referring to him as Stevie, and in public none the less, was something that he couldn’t quite grasp. But then again the dynamic between those two was unique, which was the polite way of putting it.

“Yeah, it’s open. He’s in there.” she answered trying to conceal her animosity.

“What?” Katie shrieked and Wanda shrugged. She turned to Bucky “Can you believe that?”

Bucky just shook his head and muttered “Punk” as both headed for the Captain’s office. They were about to barge in when the door suddenly opened. Steve, who was carrying a cardboard cup holder with two coffee cups, had to raise his right hand above his head to avoid scalding both detectives with the hot liquid.

“Whoooa, easy there!” his voice faltered at the end as his ribs complained at the sudden movement.

“What the fuck, Steve!” Katie shouted “You should be resting at home, you’re still healing.”

“She’s right, punk.” Bucky added as he made his way past Steve to leave the box on the desk. “What? You don’t think we can handle this without you?”

“That’s … that’s not…” he said turning and glaring at Bucky but stopped when he saw an amused expression on Bucky’s face “Enjoying yourself?” he asked and Bucky nodded and laughed.

Steve sighed and turned to Katie who was still at the door arm crossed and he smiled softly, his bruised face lighting up as he spoke.

“I’m ok, sweetheart. Just have to remember not to move like I’m a cheerleader.”

“Now, that’s an image I don’t want imprinted in my brain.” Bucky mused leaning on Steve desk as he prepared for the storm to unravel.

“What’s in the box?” Steve asked.

“Files from the 99.” Bucky said as he watched Katie who was still observing Steve with narrowed eyes.

“Well don’t leave them there, take them into the incident room.” Steve said, “It’s safe enough, we can lock it and-“

At that point Bucky saw Katie’s eyes flicker like a light bulb, the way they did when her brain was trying to spot the missing link and she interrupted him.

“Wait! How did you get here? You can’t have possibly driven yourself.” she said tilting her head, staring at him like he was the suspect of a petty theft. “Oh, you didn’t ride the bike, did you? Steven, tell me you didn’t ride that old, dusty piece of junk!” she carried on ranting.

“What bike?” Bucky inquired now curious while taking a packet of gummy bears Peralta had given him out of his jacket pocket.

“An old bike my father had. Tony doesn’t like bikes so he passed it on to Steve.” Katie explained “It’s a rattletrap…”

“It’s not a rattletrap.” Steve protested “And it’s unique, the handlebars are made from Vibranium. You should show more respect for Howard’s legacy.” he said pointing at her like she was a little brat.

“Whatever.” she said rolling her eyes. “Are you going to tell me how you got here?”

“Sam drove me. He called to tell me he had news on Ross report, he said he was in the area so I made him pick me up.”

Bucky saw Katie’s stance relax a bit with Steve’s explanation but suddenly her eyes darted to him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit scared.

“Who did you say you had breakfast with before we went to the 99?” she asked Bucky with a sly glance.

“I didn’t say.” Bucky said, putting a bunch of gummy bears in his mouth before he diverted the conversation to Steve again.

“You shouldn’t be here, Steve. You’re convalescing”

Steve sighed, lowered his head for some seconds, a demeanour Bucky could read like the back of his hand. Steve felt tired and lost, he needed to go back to his natural element.

"Look” he said raising his head again, the hand that wasn’t holding the drinks dropped to his hip and he looked at Bucky “I’m tired of being at home doing nothing but watching TV and thinking. I can’t even go for my morning run or go to the gym to blow some steam against a punching bag. I know I should be more relaxed now than ever, but I’m not. Doing nothing is driving me crazy. Surely being in the station can’t be that physically demanding?”

Bucky felt a pang of guilt at his friend’s word. Steve was right. Bucky knew that Steve, for as long as he could remember, had always wanted to do what was right. Even if sometimes that meant a bunch of dumbass decisions. The Captain wasn’t one for sitting back and doing nothing. He even had bags under his eyes and Katie must have noticed too since she asked him

“Trouble sleeping?”

Steve turned to look at her with a huge smile on his face and a sparkle of something in his eyes, Bucky could tell from the way he was standing.

“You could say that.” he replied.

Katie returned the smile and they both simply stood looking at one another for what seemed like way more time than should be acceptable. Bucky suddenly felt like he was a fly on the wall, so trying not to step on the moment, he grabbed the box of files and made to leave the office.

“I will be in my desk if you…” he said when he walked past Katie but she wasn’t noticing him, she was still locked in eye contact with Steve.

“Whatever.” he mumbled and headed for his desk “I feel like I’m invisible. I’m turning into Steve when he was a skinny punk.”

“Now, you’re talking to yourself Barnes.” Natasha said walking from the kitchen followed by Sam, Clint and Wanda.

“Who are you, Regina George and her clique?” Bucky bit back while he dropped the box onto his desk and took off his jacket.

Steve chose that point to walk out into the office

“Sam, Barnes and Stark are back.” the Captain spoke striding towards Bucky’s desk, signalling the man over from where he was perched on the edge of Natasha’s desk. Katie headed to her own, and dropped her purse down, slinging her jacket over her chair. “Can you fill us on the new details about Ross’ PM report?”

“Can I go fetch a coffee first?” Katie pleaded as Sam stood up. “It’ll be real quick, promise.”

“Oh, shit, here” Steve said quietly handing her one of the take out coffee cups he had brought from his office and completely forgotten about “I got you your regular on the way. Your round tomorrow.”

In all honesty Steve had been a little nervous buying that coffee. It had been something they had always done, buying each other a drink on the way in, alternating on days. But since she had returned and they hadn’t been on good terms it had clearly fallen by the wayside. Since the air had cleared yesterday he’d decided to chance it and see how it was received but he needn’t have worried. Katie positively beamed at him before she blurted out “God, I love you.”

Steve felt his neck growing warm as all eyes turned to them and he saw Katie’s own cheeks flush and she sipped from the cup trying to hide her embarrassment “Suri’s Vanilla Lattes are the best.” she said in an over the top, dramatic voice “Oh, how I have missed them!”

"You’re welcome, I think.” Steve said, now full on blushing as he rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucky tried to divert the attention from the pair of dorks before Wanda choked on her own bile and Natasha or Clint made a snarky comment.

“I’m waiting. What, you didn’t bring one for me?” he asked and from the corner of his eye he saw Natasha shaking her head at him disapprovingly. He glanced at Steve who was now flushing even more and that was when he realized he had made it worse by drawing even more attention to the fact that Steve had, in effect, displayed favouritism, whether he meant to or not.

“You want in Barnes you can buy the next round then.” Katie quipped and he glanced at her as she perched on the edge of her desk.

“Fair enough…” he shrugged, and then his attention was taken by Sam who was looking at something on his desk with curiosity.

“You like cats?” Sam asked taking Dot and examining her.

“It’s not a cat. It’s a goat and it’s called Dot.” Bucky said with annoyance. How the fuck could anyone mistake a goat for a cat?

Steve groaned and urged Sam to start with the report details so they could move on with the investigation.

“What? Dude has a cat on his desk and you don’t want to know why?” Sam asked Steve. "Looks like a cat.“ he shrugged now looking at Bucky.

"I think it looks like a llama.” Katie quipped and Clint’s laugh could be heard all through the floor.

Steve groaned again rubbing his forehead but before he could make one of his famous pep talks, Sam interrupted him.

“All right, before Steve McQueen here’s head blows up…the hair we got on Ross’ trousers?” he offered, opening the folder he was carrying and examining the report.

“Yeah?” Steve asked.

“Funny enough, its goat.” the doctor explained.

Everyone went silent, looking at each other, before Katie let out a laugh and turned to Bucky.

“Maybe we should ask Dot if she knew Ross.”

“Fuck off Stark.” Bucky rolled his eyes, grinning.

“Oooh, maybe she did it…” Katie continued “I mean, do you know her whereabouts that night?”

“You’re hilarious.” Bucky deadpanned, shaking his head.

“Ok. Anything else?” Steve asked Sam, cutting across the pair of them.

“Nope. That’s all I’ve got so far. Got you a copy of the updated report.” he said handing the folder to Steve.

“Thanks, Sam” he said and the Doctor just nodded and patted Dot’s head with his index finger before heading away.

“Romanoff, Barton, start working on a link between Ross and …” Steve paused for a moment trying to sound as professional as possible “…a goat.“

Katie choked slightly and then coughed as Bucky looked at her, before they both started to snigger slightly. Steve rolled his eyes at the pair of them. They were like school kids.

"Right away, Cap.” Natasha nodded.

“It would be my genuine pleasure, Cap.” Clint added, nodding to his computer “Searching for goat farms as we speak. God I’d like to have a farm someday.”

“Buck, you and Katie start with those files. I’ve got a tele-conference with Fury to give him an update so I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Bucky gave him a salute as he turned and started making his way towards his office.

“Stevie, I got your…” Wanda called out for him before he went away but she was cut off by Steve’s fiery look.

“It’s Steve, Wanda.” he said sternly.

“Yes. Sorry Steve” she said gulping “I just wanted to give you your mail.”

“Thanks.” Steve said, slightly less curtly but still with a slight edge to his voice as he took the items from her.

Bucky saw her walk as fast as she could towards the restroom and he shared a quick significant glance with Steve who just shook his head and turned towards his office. He then looked at Katie who simply stood and picked up the box from his desk as she headed towards the Incident Room. Finally he looked in Natasha’s direction who nodded at him as if confirming they were on the same page-Rogers and Stark were back on full speaking and, so it seemed, full flirting terms.

***** “So as Jake and I explained before the victim was a woman called Sara Klein.” Katie spoke as Bucky spread the papers across the large table. “She was walking home from a bar when she was dragged into an alley and raped.”

“And you think the perp was…this Rumlow guy?” Bucky asked, looking down at a mug shot of a man with dark hair and dark eyes. “Who was a Uniform in the 99?”

“Yeah.” Katie said

“So what made you suspect him?”

“When we took Klein to the Rape Centre for her forensic examination he was there, don’t ask me what for. When she came back from the examination room she heard him talking and literally stated shaking and became hysterical.” Katie paused for a moment “We got her back to the station, calmed her down and that was when she said she recognised his voice…”

At that point Steve walked into the room and they both looked at him, and he gestured for them to continue.

“Peralta and I went to speak to Captain Holt, you know, given the sensitivity of it. He told us to bring Rumlow in for questioning and that he would speak to Fury. Obviously he denied it, said she must have been mistaken bla bla bla but Peralta and I didn’t believe a word of it, I know he did it.”

She trailed off and Bucky looked at Steve who gently laid a hand on her shoulder “He knows.” he looked at her as her head snapped up and her eyes locked onto his “I told him what Rumlow did to you, I’m sorry but I was trying to explain the Sitwell situation and…” For a moment Steve feared she was going to blow up at him but she didn’t. Instead she sighed and shrugged “It’s not exactly a secret anyway…” she wiped at her eyes and Steve gently rubbed her back before she jumped off the desk and walked to the wall, looking at the various bits of notes and evidence.

“Long and short of it, Bucky, is that we had no forensics of any sort to link Rumlow to the rape, no DNA left behind, nothing that wasn’t circumstantial…and then up pops Sitwell to provide an alibi that we didn’t believe for a second. But before we had chance to discredit it, Sara turned up and said she wanted to withdraw her allegation. Said that she’d confided in someone, we never did find out who, and they’d given her all these statistics on how many rape cases actually ended in a conviction and that was it, she didn’t want to put herself through it. Nothing we said or did could convince her otherwise.”

“So Rumlow basically carried on like nothing had happened…” Bucky said, leaning back in his chair. “Well his reputation was in tatters, mud sticks…” Katie said, turning to look at him “He pretty much became a social pariah around the force. And then when he assaulted me he was kicked out, well, told to resign…”

Bucky stayed silent as Steve gently reached over to look at the paper work on the desk.

“So has anything turned up in any of this that can link Ross to Sitwell?” he asked, glancing up at them both.

“Not so far.” Bucky shook his head “But we haven’t even scratched the surface.”

“Well until we have anything concrete to go on it’s as good a train of thought as any.” Steve said. “Maybe it’s worth digging into Sitwell’s background a little more. Schools, Universities, dodgy handshake clubs, that kind of stuff, see if we can link him to Ross that way.”

“Say we do make a link…” Bucky said, leaning back in his chair, eyeing Katie “Gut feeling Stark, is this connected to the Rumlow case?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged “But one thing’s for sure, something stinks about all of this. And I don’t believe in co-incidences.”

“Me neither doll face.” Bucky mumbled, dodging the whiteboard pen she sent flying his way.

******

Three hours and a couple of sandwiches later Bucky and Katie had decided to call it a day. They had gone through Rumlow’s case again and needed a home cooked dinner and a good night’s sleep before they started digging on Sitwell’s school records the following day.

“Ok. My brain is fried. I’m heading home and praying for Tony not being there yet. Wish me luck.”

Bucky smiled at Katie over the screen of his computer. He saw her stand up from her chair and cross her fingers in the air before walking to the restroom. He was saving the documents on his computer and turning it off when he heard Steve.

“Anything significant?”

“Nope.” Bucky said leaning back on his chair and stretching his arms above his head. “Enough for today. And you too, Steve. Finish that coffee you’re drinking and I’ll drive us home.”

Steve nodded and turned around when he heard Katie’s voice from behind him.

“You shouldn’t even be here. Go home and rest, Stevie.” she said casually.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve who rolled his eyes, but he turned to Katie when she let out a little squeal and saw her waving her phone in the air.

“Nat, Wanda come here! Got a message from Diaz!” she said excitedly “GIRL’S NIGHT OUT FRIDAY. How does that sound? She says Amy and Gina are coming too.”

“I’m in” Natasha said grinning at Bucky and turning to Wanda, who had also gathered around Katie’s desk, for confirmation.

“I don’t think I can… I’m sorry.” Wanda hesitated before adding “My cat is sick.”

“Your cat?” Nat asked her with sly eyes.

“Whatever…” Katie rolled her eyes and leant over her desk to switch off her computer “I’m only asking because I’m not petty enough to leave one person out” she muttered only for Bucky to hear.

“Leave it.” Bucky whispered back as he saw Wanda frown and open her mouth to retort to Katie’s initial eye roll and he gave Steve a warning look.

“Wanda.” Steve stepped in “Come to my office. There are some reports I want you to file before you go.” and he started walking away as she followed obediently.

“Ok. I’ll text Diaz saying we’re in Nat. Dinner and The Compound?” Katie asked while grabbing her jacket and purse.

“Perfect. And I’ll convince the little witch.” Nat nodded.

Katie just pursed her lips and nodded before waving everyone goodbye and walking away.

“Ok. All hands on deck. Clint come here!” Nat said her eyes shining with the excitement of plotting. “Barnes. Engage phase 2. We’re going out and we’ll be at the Compound after dinner, I’ll confirm our ETA as we go. You two bring Rogers and I’ll make sure Stark is a little bit intoxicated by then.” she said winking at Bucky.

“I’ll call Peralta, if Santiago is gonna be there, he’ll be up for it. See who else he can drag in.” Clint offered.

“Ok Buck, I’m ready. We can go now” Steve said and looked at them sensing he had stepped into something “Am I interrupting something here?”

“Nah. Nat was telling us the girls’ plans for Friday.” Bucky brushed him off.

“Oh, so you’re finally going out?” Steve smirked at Nat who rolled her eyes at his dig that it had taken her so long to organise something with Katie “But, you do know you and Stark are on call this weekend as Barton and Barnes have done the last two?”

“That we did.” Clint quipped

“It’s ok boss. We’ll behave.” Nat drawled as she spotted Wanda had returned to the reception desk. “Gotta go do something. See ya fellas.”

Steve sighed and shook his head at Bucky “Lets go, Buck. Bye Barton.”

******

“You’re a pain in the ass. No, you’re worse than a pain in the ass, you know that?” Bucky said while closing the car door after getting into the left back seat of Sam’s grey Mercedes Class C.

“What’s the deal?” Sam asked looking at Steve who was now fastening the seat belt of the passenger seat. Perks of being the Captain and still on recovery.

“He’s been grumpy all day. He didn’t want to come.” Bucky explained.

“I told you, I’m on duty this weekend.” Steve said turning his head to look at Bucky as Sam pulled away from the curb in front of Steve’s block.

And he was being truthful, he was the senior officer on call. It had been Holt’s turn last week, but as Bucky pointed out the chances of getting called in were low. Katie was the on duty Sergeant supported by Natasha and God forbid either of them would admit they couldn’t handle any possible situation and had to call their superior in.

“You have more chances of getting laid tonight than being called in tomorrow.” Clint deadpanned from the right back seat.

Steve groaned which made Sam chuckle and give a significant look to the men at the back through the rear-view mirror.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked trying to change the subject.

“We’re picking up Thor” Sam explained.

“And then?” Bucky asked “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, what’s new? You’re always hungry.” Steve snorted.

“Tell me about it.” Clint scoffed. “I spent all day with him yesterday visiting goat farms upstate. Dude ate a donut dorito hot dog pizza all rolled up like a burrito! Can you believe it?” Clint asked leaning forward to speak to Steve and Sam.

“Hey, I was just optimizing my time.” Bucky shrugged and the three men shook their heads.

“We could stop at Grimaldi’s to have pizza and beers, feed the bastard. Then we’ll drop into the Compound.” Sam suggested.

Both Bucky and Sam nodded in agreement with the plan. Steve groaned again. He was worried about the case being in a deadlock. After two days of digging, they had nothing solid on Sitwell’s connection to Ross yet. Last thing he needed, if he was being honest, was taking care of a bunch of drunk friends and, what was more, he wasn’t gonna drive any of them home, it was Sam’s car after all, he had called designated driver. But then it dawned on him, they were going to the Compound and the girls would be there, wouldn’t they? Suddenly his spirits were lifted and a soft smile crossed his face. But he was snapped from his thoughts again by Bucky.

“Look, I know you’re pissed. You’re still sore from the accident, I get it.” Bucky started to scold him but was interrupted by Sam.

“We’re here. Can someone text him?” Sam announced pulling in a spot in front of Thor’s building.

“Got it.” Clint offered pulling out his phone.

He unclasped the car belt and moved closer to Bucky so as to leave space for Thor in the backseat while fiddling with his phone. Bucky stirred in his seat feeling suddenly trapped.

“Can you move your seat up?” he asked Sam

“No” Sam said without even flinching a muscle on his face.

“Asshole.” Bucky muttered.

He looked at Steve who seemed to be lost in his thoughts and then he turned to look at Clint who kept on texting on his phone.

“Ok. Peralta says he’s meeting us at the Compound. He’s having dinner with some video games buddies now but he’ll meet us later.” Clint informed the rest.

“Will Tony be there?” Steve asked suddenly.

“Of course he will” Clint snorted. “He clocks in day in and day out.”

“Yeah, Pepper has him wrapped around her finger.” Sam added nodding.

“Women.” Bucky sighed looking at his Captain who was looking at the front stoic as ever.

“Greetings, morons!”

Thor’s voice reverberated in the cabin of the car as he sat in the only free seat and closed the door grinning. Everyone greeted him back and Sam started the car again.

“Why are you carrying an umbrella?” Clint asked Thor “It isn’t even cloudy.”

“Oh! It’s my lucky charm.” he said happily. “My lucky umbrella, my father gave it to me when I was a kid.”

“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Steve mused from the front seat.

“And a mistake. I mean are you gonna be attached to your lucky charm all night?” Sam asked, hands on the steering wheel.

“I make grave mistakes all the time, everything seems to work out in the end.” Thor shrugged and tapped Steve on the shoulder. “Captain, what are you doing here? I thought you were still recovering from your car crash. You should be sitting at home in your bathrobe, eating grapes.“

"Yeah, or plums.” Bucky added. “Don’t encourage him. He is enough grumpy as it is.”

“Yeah, not helping blondie.” Clint quipped.

“You’re so petty and tiny.” Thor scoffed.

They continued picking on one another for the rest of the journey and the time they spent at the pizza restaurant. Two hours later the five of them were at the main entrance to the Compound, one of the most popular clubs in Brooklyn in the last few years. The club was run by Pepper, Tony’s fiancé, so they were greeted warmly by Happy, the doorman, who let them in immediately after a short informal chat.

“Welcome, Gentlemen” Pepper greeted the group who had now approached the bar where she was chatting idly with Tony. “What a sight for sore eyes, Steve!” she added now kissing Steve on the cheek.

“Yeah, what brings you here Capsicle? Last time I checked you were in a hospital bed looking like shit.” Tony asked Steve.

“Yeah, Katie told us about it.” Pepper interjected signalling between her and Tony. “How are you now? Are you ok? Is there anything I can bring you?”

“I’m fine Pepper, honestly thank you, just a few cuts and bruises. And a glass of water would be great, thanks.”

“Water coming right up.” said Pepper gesturing for the barman to come and take their orders.

“Water, Rogers?” Tony mocked him. “Beers for all for starters. That’s on me and I’m buying a bottle of the best champagne we have so meet me in our private booth when you’re done.”

The group cheered happily at Tony’s offer and sat on the bar stools waiting for their drinks.

A pretty blonde waitress placed a glass of water and a beer bottle on the bar in front of Steve and winked at him, who obliviously took a painkiller from the blister and swallowed it with a bit of water. He didn’t want to take it but the constant bickering of his friends and the loud music and dim lights of the club were making his head pound.

He was sipping from his beer bottle when someone slapped his back causing him to wince at the pain.

“Hey, Rogers. Nice to see you man!” Peralta greeted.

“Hey, Jake. How you doin’?” Steve greeted back with a sincere smile while Peralta nodded and fist bumped Clint.

“Did you come alone?” Clint asked him.

“Yeah, but meeting a friend at some point tonight. He’s working until later.” Peralta answered as he shook hands with Bucky and Sam. “Barnes, good to see you again. Wilson?”

“Hey man.” Sam nodded, and Peralta looked beyond him towards Thor who was scanning the dance floor while moving his head and feet to the beat of the music.

“Oh, you brought Point Break.” Peralta quipped, turning to Clint.

“Yeah, you can’t get rid of him easily, especially if we’re talking about revels.” Clint commented.

“Revels?” Peralta asked frowning.

“A Party, that’s what he calls it.” Sam offered.

“Wow, and I thought Holt had a weird vocabulary.” Peralta muttered.

A little while later Thor had disappeared onto the dance floor and the rest were already on their second beer while chatting animatedly. Steve was beginning to regret having mixed alcohol and meds. Feeling a bit lightheaded, he was seriously considering calling a cab and going home when he heard Peralta whistle through his teeth and Bucky let out a breathy curse.

“Damned.”

“What?” he asked turning around to ask what was going on. They were both looking at the back of the Compound, towards the booths and that was when he noticed what had taken their attention. Katie was stood side on to them, talking to Tony. She was dressed in a dark blue short jumpsuit that sported a large white flowered pattern and a plunge neck line that dipped almost to her navel. Her shoes were high heeled black sandals with a silvery cuff round the ankle and as she turned to say something to Natasha, Steve saw that the back of the jumpsuit was bare bar where the fabric crossed across to each shoulder from the opposite hip.

God she looked gorgeous, scratch that, she looked more than gorgeous.

“Fuck!” Steve cursed when he noticed his beer had been dribbling down his front. He took a pair of cocktail napkins and tried to dry his shirt while Bucky, Peralta and Sam cackled at him. He groaned and continued wiping as Bucky put one arm over his shoulder.

“Keep it cool, man. It’s not like you don’t know what’s under those clothes.” he said in a low voice, winking at Steve.

“Shut up, Bucky.” Steve snapped but had to do as told as the girls were approaching the bar.

“Hey fellas.” Natasha drawled, “You coming over to join us?”

“Once Rogers has dried off, yeah.” Clint said.

Diaz looked at him, frowning. “Dried off.” “Yeah someone nudged me and I spilt…” he said, gesturing to the front of his shirt.

Katie shrugged “Can’t see anything, your shirt’s black.”

“It’s nice.” Wanda nodded, looking at Steve. He took a deep breath, thinking back to what Bucky had said and merely smiled at the woman politely. Behind Wanda he saw Diaz and Natasha exchange a smirk. Katie, however, was focussed on something else.

“Is that the one I bought you for your birthday last year?” Katie asked, reaching out to gently run her hand over the collar, and Steve nodded and didn’t miss the scowl on Wanda’s face. Totally oblivious to the daggers she was being given, Katie grinned “Wanda’s right, it looks good.”

He smiled at her and then turned politely to Wanda who had said something to him, and Bucky watched as Katie’s eyes lingered on them both for a little longer her eyebrow raised, almost in amusement at the other woman’s attempts to flirt with Steve fell flat.

“You want Stevie to go into cardiac arrest or something?” Buck leaned over to talk into her ear and she turned to look at him “The man is drugged and on alcohol and then you come along looking like that.”

“Fuck off Bucky.” Katie bit back “I wore this because it makes me feel good, you asshole, not for anyone else. And it’s not like I knew you were coming. Why are you guys even here anyway?”

“Boys’ night out” Bucky shrugged.

Katie raised an eyebrow at him “Yeah, of all the places you could pick to go you just…”

At that she stopped and her head cocked to one sided as she caught the first beats of a song playing.

“Oh, God!” she squealed. Bucky was just about to ask her what was going on but he was too late, she leaned towards Steve and gently grabbed his hand, turning his attention away from Wanda as she curled her hand round his.

“Stevie, listen.”

A big mischievous grin crossed Steve’s face when he heard the song and next thing he knew he was being dragged by Katie to the dance floor. Leaving Wanda slack jawed with frustration.

“What the fuck? Is he dancing?” Bucky asked Clint and Nat who were stood at the bar next to him, unable to keep his eyes from Katie and Steve dancing and laughing like crazy to I’ll be there for you by The Rembrandts.

“Yeah, they always dance to this, it’s like their song.” Clint answered before sipping from his beer bottle.

“Give him a minute, he will do his Joey.” Natasha told Bucky while keeping an eye on Wanda who had just sidled back into the booth and was now pouting and stabbing the bar with her cocktail umbrella. At that Steve launched into some kind of odd dance move, which he still manage to make look quite graceful “Oh, yep. There we go.”

“Unbelievable” Bucky mused shaking his head, happy to see his bestie cut loose. “She really brings out that kid from Brooklyn, doesn’t she?”

“You could say that.” Nat said with a side smile while Clint nodded in agreement. They all watched as one of Steve’s arms curled round Katie’s waist, his large hand splaying on her back as they continued to dance around to the upbeat music, Katie’s head tipped back in laughter and a huge grin spread across Steve’s face.

At that point Bucky heard Wanda snort and strut down the club to the restrooms bumping into people on her way.

“Ah leave her.” Natasha said with a sigh, draining her glass.

“So Rogers has two women fighting over him…” Peralta leaned back “Lucky bastard.” “He’s eyes for no one but Stark.” Bucky said, shrugging “So wouldn’t really call it a fight.” “Well, to be honest, I wouldn’t really want to get in a fight with Stark anyway…” Peralta nodded. “Damned she can be vicious.”

***** A few hours later they were all sat together in Tony’s private booth drinking champagne, except for Katie who had finished her drink and had gone dancing with Rosa and Gina, and Steve who had gone to the restroom.

"This bottle is empty.” Thor said shaking the bottle in the air.

“I’ll go fetch another one.” Tony said standing up ceremoniously.

“I don’t want that bubbly shit. Anyone in for some tequila shots?” Thor asked as he also stood up and went to the bar without waiting for an answer.

“Oh…my…God!” Natasha suddenly slurred nudging Clint who was beside her.

"This is better than we expected” Clint whispered, grinning.

“What? What’s happening” Bucky asked.

He looked at Natasha who didn’t answer but he followed her gaze only to spot a tall handsome brunette chatting with Peralta and Santiago.

“What is he doing here?” Nat hissed to Clint

“Don’t know. Must be the buddy Peralta said he was meeting.“ Clint answered Nat.

"Who is he?” Bucky frowned.

“Storm” Wanda, who was nibbling a piece of lime, explained to Bucky “He’s a fireman and has the hots for Stark” she practically purred.

“Well, this is awkward.” Sam deadpanned.

“You know what? I’m gonna help Thor with the shots.” Wanda said to the group.

“Ok. I’m lost” Bucky said once Wanda was out of earshot.

“Phase 2, Barnes” Natasha’s eyes glinted “The plan was getting them drunk and leave them alone, wasn’t it? But, this is brilliant!” she clapped excitedly. “Steve’s gonna see him here, get all jealous and protective…”

“Ok, but someone needs to keep flash fire dude away from Stark until Captain Slow can make his move…” Sam warned looking as Steve was coming back from the restroom and was approaching the bar.

"Uh oh, too late” Bucky said moving his head towards Wanda who was talking to Johnny Storm and pointing at Katie’s direction before she gestured to their booth.

“Fuck.” Clint hissed.

“Should have seen that coming.” Natasha groaned.

“Can’t blame her, Witchy is only playing the cards she has left.” Clint chuckled.

“All right, Steve coming at your 9. Everybody play it cool. Let’s see how this unfolds.” Sam muttered.

It was only seconds after Steve had sat in the booth with another beer in his hands that Thor came carrying a tray with shots and a bottle of tequila, followed by Wanda and Johnny.

“Here, let me help you.” Wanda offered Thor.

“I told you I can handle this” he said placing the tray on the table “Fortunately, I am mighty.” he said casually tossing the bottle in the air and catching it expertly.

Bucky saw as Natasha gave a filthy look to Wanda who was now sitting between her and Steve.

“What? Wanda whispered.

"You know what.” Natasha muttered at her.

Steve’s eyes flickered up to the dark haired man and he did a double take. That was the Flash Fireman, the friend of Peralta’s that Katie had been talking to at the Christmas Party. He took a deep breath and felt his shoulders stiffen slightly as he looked around, spotting that Katie, Diaz and Gina were making their way over. He took a deep breath and his nostrils flared as Johnny blatantly looked Katie up and down as she made her way over.

“S’Up Fire Boy?” Diaz asked him “No kittens to rescue from a tree?”

“Off duty…” Johnny grinned “And stop pretending you’re not happy to see me Diaz.” “Yeah, that’s her happy face, just for clarity.” Gina nodded, folding her arms “Her angry face…well, no one who’s seen it has lived to tell the tale.”

There were a few chuckles from the table until Thor roared out that it was time for shots. Katie slid into the booth on the spare seat next to Johnny as Bucky and Steve both stood up to grab extra stools for Diaz and Gina. Once they were all seated Thor passed the shots around and Steve hastily slammed his down as he watched Katie leaning slightly into Johnny, the pair of them chatting. As Steve watched he held out his arm of his jacket and Katie smiled, reaching out to gently stroke it.

“You like it?” he asked looking at her “It’s a new material made by my sister, she’s an engineer.” he said sliding an arm around Katie’s shoulder “It keeps the hot stuff hot and the cool stuff cool.”

“Yeah, can’t have your brain overheating, can we?” Steve jabbed at him, rolling his eyes.

Bucky chuckled at Steve’s comment and Katie tried to hide her smile sipping from her glass.

“I’m not wearing a hat.” Johnny frowned earning a withering look from Steve and Katie choked on her Martini. At that point there was no hiding the grin spreading across her face and Bucky saw her glance at Steve, probably to share another one of those knowing, inside smiles, but her expression slipped. He looked over to see Wanda laugh at Steve’s joke and hold onto his left arm. And the Captain made no move to shrug her off. Instead, he turned into her, his arm moving only to drape round the back of the bench they were on.

Uh Oh.

“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky’s attention flicked back to Johnny who was looking at Katie. “Wanna dance?” he asked with his playful signature smile.

“Yeah, why not?” She said, shooting another glare at Steve. She stood up and flash fired dude slipped his arm round her, hand gripping at her hip as he steered her into the middle of the dancefloor

“I’m dancing too.” Natasha said standing up “And you’re all coming with me. This is a girl’s night after all…”she added dragging Wanda up out of the seat before she turned around and mouthed do something at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Clint and Sam for support, he wasn’t sure what it was that Natasha expected him to do. The situation was disastrous enough as it was.

The pretty blond waitress from the bar came to collect the tray and empty bottles scattered over the table and gave Steve an intense look.

"Want another drink or anything else, handsome? A dance maybe?”

“No thanks” Steve groaned. He stood up and simply said “Excuse me” before walking towards the bar.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked Bucky and Sam who were looking at her sympathetically.

“Don’t take it personally. He’s in love.” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh, so is he taken?” she asked apologetically.

“Not exactly…” Sam tried to explain.

“What? Is she blind or something?” the waitress said wiping the table with a rag.

“Something like that.” Clint scoffed.

Bucky sat back and tried to come up with a way to redirect the situation. Jealous and drunk Steve was not a good combination but now it was pointless trying to fix the disaster as he saw Steve perched on a stool by the bar, another beer in hand, looking at the dance floor like a wolf.

And then, it was almost like it was happening in slow motion. Wanda, who had slunk off the dancefloor made her way over to Steve where she draped herself, shamelessly over him. And before Bucky could even move to warn Steve, as he could see what was happening a mile off, she’d slipped her arms round his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

Bucky let out a groan and he turned to the dancefloor to see Natasha stood there, hand over her mouth and she turned to look at him. He waved his hand over his throat furiously, in an attempt to get Natasha to sort it out but it was too late. Bucky’s eyes flickered to Katie whose attention was fully on Steve and her face fell.

“You left Wanda unleashed!” Bucky practically yelled, exaggerating his words so Natasha could see what he was saying, as he pointed in the direction of Steve and Wanda at the bar.

“Abort phase two. This is a disaster.” Clint groaned. Meanwhile, Thor laughed loudly and clapped.

“Matchmakers of the year, ladies and gentlemen!” he said.

“Where you even here?” Clint asked visibly annoyed.

In all fairness to Steve, he hadn’t been expecting Wanda to make a move like that. It took a while for his drunken brain to catch up with what was going on, but when he finally did he gently caught Wanda on the hips and pushed her away.

“Wanda…” he shook his head “I’m sorry, you’re a great girl and everything but…”

He stood up and looked around, and then he felt his heart sink. Katie and the Fancy Fireman were heading for the exit, hand in hand. Bucky was also watching the two of them leave, and his attention turned to Steve and the utter look of devastation the Captain wore.

Fuck.

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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An Offer I Can't Refuse. Part 11a

Cowritten with @fairheads.

-x-

Duffy was soon released from hospital and with Charlie by her side, they settled into life at home - a constant cycle of feeding, changing and trying to grab some sleep.

Her mum had stayed at the house for the first night they were home but she and Duffy quickly started to rub each other up the wrong way - Kate constantly finding fault in her daughter's actions. It reached the point where Charlie had had step in to prevent things escalating beyond repair.

Without Kate around, Duffy was much more relaxed. Charlie carried Peter downstairs after his nap and watched as Duffy finished feeding the baby. “Any more thoughts on names?” He asked.

"What about Jessica?"

“Jessica.” He tried it out. “What do you think to Jessica?” He asked the little girl, she thrust her hand into the air. “I thinks she likes it.” He grinned.

"Or she's just stretching coz she's got wind." Duffy teased.

Charlie perched next to Duffy, “I think she likes it and I do too.” He grinned and hugged Duffy.

"OK. Not just coz you're bored of having to refer to her as 'the baby'?" She giggled.

“It was getting a little tiring.” He laughed, tickling her sides.

"It was." She smiled. "Can you wind Jessica whilst I go get changed? Megan should be here in about ten minutes."

“Sure!” He helped her up off the sofa and then settled to wind Jessica.

Peter toddled over to stare at his new baby sister. He was still somewhat confused as to where she'd suddenly appeared from!

“Hey little man, have you come to see your little sister?” Charlie said kindly. Peter poked Jessica with his finger. “Gently!” Charlie warned. “Do you want to sit next to me?”

Peter drew back slightly as Jessica made a noise.

“It’s okay, she makes lots of noises. Come here, daddy will lift you up.”

Peter giggled as Charlie hoisted him in the air. He continued to stare at Jessica as he sat next to her.

Charlie wrapped his arm around the little boy. “It’s okay, you can touch her.” Charlie moved Peter’s hand to Jessica’s tummy.

Peter's little eyes were studying Jessica intently. He slowly moved his fingers. She wriggled and gurgled.

“She makes lots of funny noises doesn’t she?” Charlie tried to reassure him.

Peter moved his hand up to Jessica's face and poked her cheek, narrowly missing her eye.

“She’s called Jessica.” Charlie whispered.

Peter tried to repeat the name but it came out as a jumble of sounds.

“Can you say Jess?” Charlie made it a little easier for him.

Peter made a noise that sounded a little like Jess and proceeded to poke his sister as he repeated it.

Charlie grinned at him, “Peter, you’re such a clever boy!”

Pleased at the praise Peter continued to yell the word and poke his sister, causing her to cry. Peter pushed her away, clasping his hands over his ears and shaking his head.

“It’s okay, she just doesn’t understand yet.” Charlie hugged Peter tight.

"No!" Peter tantrumed, trying to push Jessica off Charlie's lap.

Charlie stood up, just as Duffy reentered the room.

She'd heard Jessica's cries and had hurried down to see what the matter was. Faced with two crying children she briefly froze, unsure who to comfort first.

“Not sure Peter’s a big fan yet...” Charlie grimaced.

"Its ok Peter, you'll get used to each other." She smiled at the toddler as she took Jessica from Charlie.

Peter responded by throwing himself to the floor and crying like a baby.

Charlie sat down next to the little boy, letting him cry and tantrum for a little while and then he rubbed his back. “I have a surprise for you, want to come and see?”

Peter's cries softened to wimpers as he realised that he had Charlie's full attention once more.

“Let’s go see!!” Charlie said excitedly, taking the little boy's hand.

Peter used the back of his free hand to wipe the tears and snot from his face as he allowed Charlie to lead him out the room.

Charlie had bought him some new books and toys and put them in a little backpack. Peter was so excited and ran back through to Duffy.

"Mama! Mama!" Peter giggled.

"Oh wow! Aren't you a lucky boy!" She grinned, crouching down to look.

Charlie watched as Peter emptied the bag onto the floor. Peter was jumping up and down excitedly.

So excited was the toddler that he didn't even lift his head when the doorbell rang.

Charlie got up, “I’ll get it!”

"Well you look like you haven't slept in a week!" Megan remarked bluntly as Charlie opened the door.

“About right!” Charlie laughed. “Come in, can I get you a drink?”

"Yes please." Megan smiled as she followed Charlie into the house.

“Tea? Coffee? Whiskey?” He laughed.

"Coffee. I'm on the nightshift."

Charlie set about making Megan a drink, leaving her in the lounge with Duffy.

Duffy had settled onto the sofa with Jessica whilst Peter had spread out amongst his new toys and books on the floor.

“Hello pet,” Megan bent down and kissed Duffy’s cheek. “How are you?”

"I'm ok thanks." Duffy smiled, shifting Jessica slightly in her arms.

“I’ve bought you a gift for the little one, does she have a name yet?”

"She does. Say hello to Jessica."

“Aw, what a precious name, can I have a hold?” Megan asked.

"Of course." Duffy smiled, pushing herself up slightly awkwardly ready to hand Jessica over to Megan.

Megan took the baby into her arms confidently and did the maternal sway. “She’s beautiful!”

"I think so but apparently I'm biased."

Megan smiled at her, “And how are you holding up? Is he looking after you?” She pointed to the kitchen.

"He's barely let me lift a finger." Duffy chuckled.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Megan carried on staring intently at the baby.

"Charlie thinks she looks like me but I think she's got his nose." Duffy smiled.

Megan laughed, “She definitely has elements of both of you!”

"Peter's not impressed by her." Duffy sighed, running her hand through her hair.

“He’ll get there, they always feel a bit pushed out at first.”

"I wouldn't know." Duffy replied glumly.

“He looks happy enough playing down there,” Megan looked over at Peter.

"Charlie bought him more new toys."

“And you think...?”

"Charlie doesn't want Peter to feel different to Jessica. Which is fair enough but he doesn't need to spoil him."

“I think he was just trying to make things easier for him in the first few days...”

"I'm sure you're right." Duffy's fingers had started to fiddle with her damp hair.

“It’ll be okay, it’s normal to feel a bit funny, you’ve just given birth.”

"I'm ok!"

“Didn’t say you weren’t love...”

"Hmm..." Duffy sighed just as Charlie reentered the room with Megan's coffee.

Charlie could tell it was a bit tense between the women. “Here you go ladies,” He smiled putting their drinks down next to them. He looked over at Duffy, checking she was okay.

"How's work?" Duffy asked.

“Oh same old, you know what it’s like.”

Charlie sat playing with Peter, the little boy clambered into his lap and snuggled into Charlie.

"Looks like you've got a friend for life there Charlie!" The older woman added, smiling indulgently.

“Oh he’s my little buddy, us boys stick together, don’t we!?” Charlie smiled at her.

Peter wrapped his little arms around Charlie's neck. "Dada!" He grinned.

“Hey little man!” Charlie hugged the little boy.

Megan raised an eyebrow as she heard Peter call Charlie Dada again.

Charlie ignored her look but noticed it seemed to bother Duffy, who looked a little lost.

Duffy began to explain but couldn't really find the words so ended up making a series of incoherent noises, her cheeks burning scarlet.

Charlie looked at her and Megan and wondered if he should step in.

Seeing that Duffy was rapidly tying herself in verbal knots he decided to take the heat off her.

“We’re a family now Megan, I’m not just co-parenting with Duffy, I’m her partner and father to these two, we’re making a real go of it!” Charlie explained.

Something caught Megan's eye as Charlie reached for Duffy's hand.

“Oh my word, what’s that I see!? You making a honest woman of her Charlie?” Megan said excitedly.

“Well... I...” Charlie started, before Duffy interrupted.

Try as she could to keep a straight face Duffy burst out laughing the second she opened her mouth to speak.

“What’s so funny young lady?”

"Um... Well... You just cost me a fiver." Duffy giggled.

Megan raised her eyes, confused. Charlie filled her in “I said you’d notice first!” He smirked. “And you did!”

"So you're not engaged..?" Megan asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Not yet,” Charlie grinned.

Duffy rolled her eyes and shook her head indulgently.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Duffy and kissed her cheek.

"He's convinced he's going to get me down the aisle one way or another. You just encourage him!" Duffy teased Megan.

“And so he should!” Megan laughed.

Hearing Megan laugh Peter finally looked up and smiled. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw that the older woman was holding the loud noisy thing he'd been informed was his sister.

Megan clocked it and passed Jessica to Duffy. She picked up Peter, “And how are you doing big brother?”

Seeing he had Megan's full attention Peter began to babble happily, the odd word making sense.

Megan tickled the little boy and bounced him around, Peter squealed happily.

Duffy sighed as she watched Megan and Peter together. Yet again she found herself wishing that her own mum was more like Megan.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Duffy's shoulders.

“Any tips Megan on helping Peter not feel left out?” Charlie broached.

"Its tricky at first but I find that this stage passes quite quickly. Give it a week or so and he'll become quite bored of her and ignore her most of the time til she's a bit bigger and can play with him."

“I hope so, he’s been a bit sad.” Charlie explained.

"He's still practically a baby himself. He doesn't understand what's going on. Not really."

“Lots of love and cuddles then I guess?” Charlie suggested.

"Absolutely!" Megan smiled. "He won't have realised that this is what you both meant when you told him that there was a baby growing in his mummy's tummy. He's used to having all the attention and now he has to share. It'll be good for him in the long run though."

“We’ll get there,” Charlie smiled at Duffy.

Duffy smiled weakly.

"I'm sure you will." Megan agreed.

Duffy remained quiet throughout the rest of Megan’s visit. By the time she’d left both children were asleep.

Duffy moved through to the kitchen and started tackling the washing up.

Charlie saw Megan to the door and then went to the kitchen. He stood and watched Duffy for a minute. “You okay?” He asked.

"I'm fine." She replied without turning round.

“I can do this, if you want to rest?” Charlie suggested.

"I'm fully capable Charlie."

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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thatshankcallednewt · 5 years

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Newt: Alternate Universe - Spilt Milk

Prompt: You and Newt are soulmates; the soulmate universe where soulmates receive the same injuries as each other.

requested by anonymous

I’ve never heard of this soulmate AU before, so I gave it my best shot. Kept it fluffy (because I’m sick of writing angst), I hope you enjoy reading, and that it follows the AU as much as possible as I was a little unsure by what “injury soulmate au” actually meant! :P

You sat down on the edge of your bed and sighed audibly, your chest rose and fell dramatically as it expelled. It had been a serious week of moving in and organizing the place, so much so that you had forgotten what it felt like to just sit down and breathe calmly.

But it was a good week, nonetheless. It was good to finally have your own space, completely yours.

You let the late afternoon sunshine warm your cheeks as it spilled through the new, soft transparent-white curtains you hung over your bedroom window last night, and you thought about the rest of your day. You wanted to buy a couple of extra mugs for guests and some new bath towels and an indoor drying rack for your washing when the weather becomes gloomy. You figured you would just spend a quiet afternoon looking through some thrift stores and homeware shops near your apartment building, so you grabbed your things up and shoved it all quickly into your bag before locking your front door shut.

When you twisted the keys in the lock and checked that the doorknob wouldn’t twist open, you spun in the direction of the stairs but instead saw your neighbor walking onto your level. You’ve met him a few times now, it was usually a small smile and a nod. The first time you met, you spilled a carton of milk all over the hall. Fortunately, there wasn’t a carpeted rug over the flooring, but it was still quite the mess; you were grateful for his help in cleaning it up despite being such a klutz. You were an immediate sucker for his chocolate brown eyes and golden hair, but what did it was the playful accent, especially when he called out to you in passing.

You started down the hallway and caught eyes with Newt as he neared his own front door. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and was wearing a blue sweater, he must have been to one of his classes during the morning. He’s mentioned to you before about his study.

He smiled at you, “Y/N, how are ya?”

You smiled back warmly, “Great, what about yourself?”

He nodded, “Great, yeah, great,” he paused and noticed your bag, “headed out?”

“Last minute shopping. I keep thinking of all the random pieces of furniture or homewares I need that I didn’t realize I would need before moving in.”

“Ah yes, I’ve been there. You got enough towels?”

You grinned sheepishly at him, “On my list.”

“Make sure to buy extra soft, may be a little pricier but definitely worth it, otherwise it’ll just be uncomfortably rough within six months.”

You laughed at his advice and shook your head a little, “You got anymore tips for me?”

He thought for a moment, you watched his amused eyes, “Yeah, don’t buy a carton of milk and drop it in the hallway.”

You both laughed at the memory and you shook your head at him again, “I promise it was an accident.”

“I don’t know,” he started suspiciously, “maybe you were trying to distract me so you could scope my place out before you rob me and take off in the middle of the night.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, “that’s exactly what I was doing.”

He smiled again, and your heart warmed. “Seriously though,” he started again, “how did you manage it?”

You sighed and glanced at the floor before looking back up at him again, “Honestly, I don’t know, I’m usually a little bit un-co but that day my leg kept aching and I think I stepped wrong or something.”

He frowned at this, “Your leg hurt?”

“Yeah,” you held it out now before you, “it’s okay now though. I think it’s nothing, but it’s been like that for a while, I went to the doctor about it and she said that there wasn’t anything wrong with it. It’s just on and off, I guess.”

Newt stared down at your leg in silence, he blinked, and then he found your eyes again, “Yeah… it’s probably nothing.”

You both said your goodbyes as Newt mentioned he had an essay due soon, so you let him get back to studying while you took off for the bunch of stores near your street. You found some nice décor pieces at the thrift stores for cheap prices, so you indulged yourself in that but as you went into the homeware store you were overwhelmed. There were so many items you been eyeing off online but pushed yourself not to buy that it was now harder than ever to stop yourself.

You found the towels and decided on some warm tones and also took Newt’s advice on buying extra soft ones, they did feel nice against your skin.

When you got to the mugs section though, you were floored at all the possible designs you could choose from. You weren’t sure if you should go quirky or colorful, or even comical; you never before realized how much of a task mug-choosing could be. You probably stood there in the aisle for ten minutes straight, just staring at all your options.

Then you finally picked out one, it was a comical one, you could never say no to a cute little pun on a coffee mug, but the satisfaction of making a decision was short-lived as you fumbled with the mug and watched it clatter to the floor; cracking apart.

You stared at the mug and could feel panic rising. You bent down to pick up the broken pieces, you didn’t want anyone to injure themselves while you went and found an employer that could help, but as you picked up the pieces in your panicked state, you sliced your finger open.

“Ouch!” you cried and lifted the finger to inspect it. It was bleeding, definitely bleeding, the blood began running down the side of your finger, but from what you could see after wiping it up with tissues, it didn’t look too deep.

Finally, an employer came to your aid and found a first-aid kit. With heated cheeks you let him ask what happened and give you a Band-Aid, and then you paid for the broken mug (as well as the new ones you selected out afterwards). You hated that you embarrassed yourself so, you kept thinking how you wouldn’t be able to show your face there ever again.

You were busy still thinking hard about the incident when you stumbled up the stairs to your apartment. You were just thinking how you could have made a run for it, and they never would’ve known, when Newt’s apartment door swung open beside you.

You froze in place and looked at the blond boy as he held his hand up, his finger spurting blood. You stared hard at his hand and then your eyes widened.

“I don’t have any bloody Band-Aids,” he said, his frown tight and his eyebrows furrowed from the pain.

“Your finger…” you said, and then you realized he needed your help, so you quickly unlocked your apartment door and he followed you into the bathroom. You opened up the mirror’s storage doors and searched for your small box of first-aid equipment.

You pulled out a Band-Aid and, after cleaning the wound on his finger, you wrapped it up carefully, hyper-aware of every touch. You felt the blush back on your cheeks and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“So, you have plenty of extra soft towels but no Band-Aids, huh?” you questioned, jokingly.

He smiled at this, “Well, if you weren’t such a klutz, I wouldn’t bloody need them.”

You pulled your hands away from him and stared up at him, you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. In fact, you were sure you hadn’t.

“You don’t know?” he said, his brown eyes amused. He pointed to his leg, “My limp, your leg pains? It’s the same bloody leg.”

“But—”

He eyed your injured finger before continuing, “I didn’t slice my finger open, I was nowhere near anything that would. I was just typing away on my laptop, minding my own business. Essays are hard and painful but not that kind of painful,” he laughed at his joke and you couldn’t believe what he was getting at, you just couldn’t. “And what about this?” he continued as held up his other arm where a big, fat purple bruise swelled his skin.

You twisted your arm to look at where the bruise was, you remembered that you were vacuuming and tripped over the cord, you looked back to him and saw him half-grinning.

He sighed, “I saw that one first, on your arm, in the hallway once when I was on my way out and you were going home. I... I was sure I was just imagining things but... it all made sense after a while.”

You were lost for words entirely, the whole soulmate thing, you believed it of course, your own parents found each other after your mom broke her wrist roller-skating. They went to the hospital at the same time and saw each other in the waiting room, for the same injury, except Dad was only watching TV when it happened.

But you never even thought about it, not consistently anyway, meeting your soulmate was something you just figured would happen later, a lot later.

“Have you always been this much of a klutz? ‘Coz I’ve been through the bloody wars, especially this week,” he couldn’t keep his smile off his face, “and when we met and you spilled that milk all over the corridor…” he laughed softly, and licked his lips nervously, “I guess I thought about how clumsy my soulmate must be and I kinda hoped it was you. Spilt milk is pretty romantic, right?” he paused, “Makes a good story to tell.”

“I…” you said, but your sentence trailed off. “I can’t believe…” You shook your head and laughed, finally, and it put Newt at ease when he realized you weren’t in complete shock-horror at the thought of him being your soulmate. “God, I must have drove you crazy…”

“A lot of injuries, sometimes I thought you might kill me before we ever even got the chance to meet but… I guess I always thought that at least you would be a pretty interesting person. Not any normal person gets into that many accidents on the daily.”

“I’m sorry about that…” you said sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed all over again.

He smiled brightly at you, his brown eyes flashed, “No need to be, I can take it. Besides, you have to put up with that bloody pain in your leg all the time.”

You shrugged, “I’m used to it, it would be weird not having it around.”

He smiled at that, and in that moment, it suddenly dawned on the both of you that your soulmate, your soulmate, was right there in front of you.

Newt nervously put his hand through his hair, he glanced down at your bathroom tiles momentarily before his eyes found yours again, “M-maybe we should get coffee some time?”

You laughed at him, a big, hearty laugh that rose from your stomach, and you tried to stop yourself by shoving your hand over your mouth, but his surprised face only made it harder.

At first, he didn’t know how to react, but your laugh was contagious to him, your smile was everything, and he couldn’t help but laugh with you.

#thatshankcallednewtimagine #tmr newt #newt imagine #tmr imagine #newt #newt x reader #one shot #newt/reader #tmr #tst #tdc

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Partner with an incurable disease: The Supernovas Edition

Hi! It's me again! I really enjoy your blog ❤ thanks for making me squeal everytime I log in to Tumblr ❤ By the way, I have something to ask again! Can you do a h/c where Luffy, Law, Zoro, X-Drake, Bonney, Hawkins, Kidd, Killer, Apoo, Urogue and Capone (basically Supernovas) react to finding out their s/o with a terminal disease? Like, its an incurable one? (coz I'm an evil brat, sorry not sorry, mwahaha) that even Law's ability can't do shit? I hope this is not too much! Have a nice day dear!

Warning: angst af and a rather long post ahead

Monkey D. Fluffy

“I don’t care, I’m not going to let you die!”

we all know he’d never accept this, and try to prevent the inevitable, even if he’s not really sure what to do and which medications he should seek for

Luffy wouldn’t really try to dig into the reason for his partner’s condition, he just needs a simple task that he can follow in order for them to survive

and when they don’t, even despite the boy’s pure intentions, he feels just as if he lost Ace for the second time

it would take a long time, and a lot of support from the Strawhats for the boy to get over it

Trafalgar Law

“I’m a doctor. You’re not leaving me, (Name)-ya. Not on my watch.”

but after all the check-ups and tests, deep down he knows there’s nothing to prevent their death, and that no matter how much he tries, the end result with always be the same

with this realization, he’d also lose his sense of purpose and all the goals that he wanted to achieve

“If you die...What else would be left in this world for me?”

so the man watches as life slowly leaves his partner’s body and soul with numb resignation, and would remain the same after their death

his crew would be the one to lift him up somehow, but it wouldn’t be enough for sure

he gets even more bitter, even more distant and empty, but I think he’d carry on until he either becomes the Pirate King or helps Luffy in becoming one

and after that, he feels like he can finally let it all go and indulge into his sadness, since there’s nothing else left for him to do

Roronoa Zoro

“How long do we have left?”

as much as he despises the sheer idea of it, he’d try to accept the facts and make peace with them, the sooner the better

wants to spend the whole time with them, not even necessarily talking, just simply being together and enjoying the simplest things about life

he wouldn’t talk much, if not at all, trying to remember every detail of their face, the tone of their voice and the manner in which they talk, to have something to remember

his coping mechanism involves spending his entire time training, exercising, getting stronger, to make sure he won’t fail his captain the same way he failed his partner

since, in his heart, he feels like it’s his fault they died, and that he could have done something to prevent it

Drake the T-rex

“No, please.”

he wants to cherish every moment he spends with his partner, whether on simple conversations, making promises, or staring off at the open ocean

makes sure they see as many wonders of the world as possible, that they are in their happiest state with no regrets

“That’s the least I can do for you.”

at night, when he holds them in his arms and listens to their calm breathing, he can’t help but shed a few tears, knowing that there’ll come a day when they won’t be around anymore, that he won’t be able to get their advice or simply trust anyone with his fears

as their body gets close to giving up, the man shifts into his most vulnerable state and sheer frustration

since he sees the only person who gives him hope, and who he can confide in, literally dying in front of his eyes and there’s nothing he can do

i don’t think he’d ever be able to form a relationship with anyone anymore, not after something like this

Jewelry Bonney

“No. No, you’re not.”

whenever she sees her partner, feels their touch, holds them in her arms, or simply hears them talk, she can’t help but burst into tears

“Tell me what to do. Tell me and I’ll do it.”

she’d seek for a cure, all the way till the end, so that she will be able to say that she’s done everything in her power to help them

would spend a lot of time either hugging them, or relishing in their closeness in their calming embrace

wants to remember all the little things about them - the way they smelled, talked and their daily habits

also keeps their personal items in a closed box on the shelf, so that she’ll be able to remember all those details, even years later

she’s secretly afraid that, after some time passes, she won’t be able to conjure up the contours of their face and how they looked, it’s just terrifying

Basil Hawkins

“Wait for me up there.”

I think he’d be most at peace with it, out of all those rebels

he might have even predicted it? so that, when his partner confessed, he already knew all about it

the man may be caught on tenderly caressing their cheek or hair while they’re asleep, telling them all about his plans and goals for the future that he’d normally never reveal, to anyone

he wants them to know just how much trust he puts in them, and that he won’t hold any secrets from them

also, would want to hear all about their own ambitions and unfulfilled dreams, so that, once they let it all out, they’ll be able to die cleansed, with dignity

after their death, Hawkins won’t let his goals out of sight, but would secretly wait to join his lover, and try to predict the moment of his own death

Eustass Kid

"What are you talking about? Don’t fucking lie.”

mostly denial, mixed with pure rage and frustration

would probably take it all out on his ship’s doctor, and even his lover couldn’t reason with him on this

all the time that they have left, Kid spends on circling around getting himself hammered and carrying out slaughters, since his blood lust is getting unbearable and he can’t restrict it anymore

it gets even worse when his lover dies, and he gets the news while coming back to the ship while drunk out of his mind

the regret would be literally eating him alive, but it’s his rage that won’t let him lose himself in the sorrows

his idea of making it up for his partner is becoming as strong as possible and getting the title of the Pirate King

after their death, he won’t recall the times they’ve spent together much, since he doesn’t want to weaken himself, and he’s aware that it can bring him down to rock bottom

but, during the nights, he does it nonetheless, he’s not able to stop and, what’s worse, forgive himself, even in a million years

Killer

“There must be something that I can do.”

he wants to help, he wants to cure them, to prevent it somehow, or at least drag it out in time for as long as possible

their alone moments would be filled with anxiety and pure sorrow, at least until Killer realizes that’s not how he wants to spend their last moments

he starts to talk, a lot, and envelops them with his arms whenever they’re together, breathing in their scent and trying to imprint it in his memories

above all, the man wants them to pass away with dignity and in his embrace, doesn’t matter how hard it’ll be for him, their comfort is the number one priority

i don’t think he’d seek for any other partners after their death, it feels like a wrong thing to do for him

Apoo

“I know what to do.”

acts like he indeed has it under complete control, to give his partner the feeling of safety

would want them to cherish and have fun in every moment - whatever they like, he’s there to supply them with his music, since it’s the most heartfelt thing he can give them

the man hides his sorrow very well, and directs his focus towards his lover, and his lover only

also makes sure they’ve seen all, or most of what there in the world to see - he can’t imagine dying without having the sense of fulfillment

Apoo would prefer them to pass away in his arms, listening to his farewell song and staring off at the ocean’s horizon, because that’s what he’d like to see in his last moments

Capone Bege

“I’ll take care of our child, my dear.”

if his dearest wife ever died, the man would be devastated, going through all of the stages of sorrow, and then mourning

meaning, he’d eventually move on and try to raise their kid as well as he can, while conjuring up the memory of his wife as often as possible

when watching her slowly passing away, he makes sure they spend their moments together, as a family, and he tries to bury his anger and frustration deeply, so that she won’t have anything to be upset with

he’s a tender man, he wouldn’t hide his tears in front of his child, he wants them to see how important his wife was, and how cruel life can turn out to be sometimes

Urouge

“What am I supposed to do when you’re gone?”

he strongly believes in fate, but this would be the kind of situation when he desperately tries to avoid/change it, seeking out for a cure

upon failing, the man blames himself the most, not even bothering to hide his tears while spending the last moments holding his partner in his arms

he wants to know all about their unfulfilled dreams, goals and aims in life, so that maybe, one day, he’d be able to turn them into reality, in their memory

Urouge also keeps all their personal things in his room, getting sentimental whenever his eyes land on one of those

would eventually move on, and only find a new love if fate brings it to him, he doesn’t look for one on his own

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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ebss 21.08.19 lb

dekho kaise mundi aage kar raha hai haldi ke liye. isko kuch zyaada utaavli nahi chadhi kuch dino se shaadi ke liye???

lol mummy name one successful shaadi in this fam after dadaji’s generation. no pls, go on, i'll wait. yeah, that's what i thought. toh aap shaadi ke khushiyon pe lecture naa hi do toh achcha.

kabir is determined. bhai shaadi toh karni hi hai. kab tak facebook status yunhi "it's complicated - with kavya mittal" pe atka rahega???

chanda has some nonsense to say as per usual, so i shall just concentrate on this face. truly masha’Allah.

love u sonali.

dadu asking about kalyani and these two idiots are just staring at each other's faces. goddddddddd, why wouldn't you tell dadu the plan??????

maathe pe bandook rakh ke hi toh tu dulhan se shaadi kar raha hai. toh might as well do it at bua as well. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

gauri kumari sharma viiiiiiiiiiibes. haaaaaye. *does nazar gesture again and again*

oh shit. pooja's eye has caught bracelet. sonali i hope you've thrown that shit away.

OH NO SHE'S WEARING IT RN. SIS, WHY?

did she see it??? did sheeeeeeeeee??????

god they are so fucking beautiful together just look at them man literally fuck this showwwwwwwwwwwwwwww for not giving to us from the start lkfdjslfkjlsdk i'm all in my feels nowwwww

every time he calls her "baby" i want to pull a few of his arm hairs. so creepy and cheap it sounds.

oh damn, she's imagining maa as a part of this. does that mean subconsciously she sees this as a real wedding, as opposed to the one with dhruv???

oufffffff. you fuckers won't even let her indulge in daydreaming as a fucking coping mechanism.

sonali why the fuck are you even wearing that bracelet, it doesn't even go with the outfit you're wearing rn.

mummy ka outburst. ouff. either you get with the plan or don't attend the shaadi only. ainvayiiiiii ka drama.

this bitch enjoying. meesni kahinki.

god i wish she'd really take out her chandalini roop instead of sitting here listening to this garbage. she should have murdered y'all a long time ago.

why you getting upset? you like pooja or naah????

drama drama drama.

ugh kabir, just when i start coming around to you, you have to pull some crap. fuck off man.

naach gaana. yup just the thing needed to make this tense af situation even more awkward.

le, chachi ko toh bas bahaana chahiye.

SONALI PUT THAT HAND WITH THE BRACELET DOWN SO HELP ME GOD.

oh god dadu is going in search of kalyani. why are all of you likeeeeeeee thisssssss????? just play your assigned roles, god.

god my heart hurtttttttts. pls tellywood gods, at least agle show mein shrenu ka role aisa dukh-dard waala na ho. dil jalta hai meraaaaaaa, watching her cry like this in every show.

blah blah blah fwding till dadu gets to know it's not kalyani.

i hate you asshole, but god, your face is just..... *saif ali khan voice* wow.

ouff sonali, you getting on my last nerve today.

does he know she's dr. sharma's wife or is he just surprised that it's not kalyani?

well.... that went splendidly. you fucking mittals can't do anythinggggggggg right.

"dadu main aapko sab samjhaata hoon!" yeah you about 72 hours too late on that, son.

oh god my hearttttttttttt. LET THIS GIRL LIVE YOU FUCKING MONSTERS.

kabirrrrrrrr tujhpe keedeeeeeein padeinnnnnnn fuck outta here with this tough love bullshit i haaaaaate youuuuuuuuu

"pooja jaise logon ko sahi raaste pe laane ke liye...." UMMMMMMMMMM WHO DIED AND MADE YOU THE GOD OF KARMA, BITCH????? tour guide banke sahi raasta apne in manhoos gharwaalon ko dikha, samjha tu?

sonali jumping to passionate defense of kabir ‘can-do-no-wrong-ekdum-best-mittal-hai-yeh’ bhaiyya.

oh ho. toh confirmed ki kabir was the one who went and found maaaa and planted her in front of pooja.

soooooooo...... i'm thinking this is some kinda plan of his to give pooja back some of family that she lost??? (by protecting her from dhruv/someone else???) but he also wants to get back his family's property and shit, so he's forcing her in this naa-tera-naa-mera type deal. idk, i'm just maarofying tukka.

lol dadu was like jo bhi gtfo my room right now, i need to do some heavy duty repenting to ensure i don’t go to hell thanks to all y’all antics.

"sonali, sab log dukhi hai. main kuch galat toh nahi kar raha??" LMAO OH NOWWWWW YOU'RE ASKING HER, LIKE 6 HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING.

sonali is biggest kabir bhaiyya cheerleader. she also seems to have more akal than him in how to handle this whole situation, so i'm kinda trusting her judgement. please don't let me down, sonali.

TEAM POOJA IS FLOUNDERING SO BADLY. THEY'RE JUST NOW FINDING OUT THAT NO TRAINS LEFT/ENTERED INDORE YEST, COZ RAINS. HONESTLYYYYYY YOU GUYS.

"mandir chalo, rasam karni hai."

nope, no changing, coz apparently she has to wear this same sari. coz it has to be maa ki sari.

he ensured that he gave her maa ki sari. *sighhhhhhhh* fuck i hate these tellywood guys and their good gestures and shady intentions and all these fucking conflicting emotions.

———————————————————————

omfg these fucking idiots lost maaaaaaaa.

sis ek aur laafa maar deti. like........... ab maa bhi unke haath nahi hai, you have literally nothing to lose.

#ek bhram sarvagun sampanna #ebss lbs #episode liveblogs

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narisjournal-blog · 7 years

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On The Beach

Picture sources: X X All others were taken by me and Rob.

A Very British Fic

Dean x Reader British!Reader

Fluff Word count: 1,278

Set in Hornsea, East Yorkshire, UK.

A little local (lercal in the Hull accent) self-indulgence I hope others can enjoy. I just imagined how nice it would be eating chips on the beach with Dean. As always, feedback is welcome and encouraged - please let me know what you think. Enjoy x _________________________________________

You sat in silence on a cold wooden bench, leather jacket pulled tight around you as the fine rain pitter-pattered on your face.

The sound of waves crashing punctuated the silence. Grey clouds painted the sky.

Dean sighed heavily next to you.

‘Does it always rain here?’

His voice was gruff. He pulled his jacket round him tighter too.

‘Feels like it,’ you answered.

‘I miss Baby.’

‘I know, Dean.’

‘Where the hell is Sam?’

‘He’s on his way.’

'Why do we have to wait here?’

'Because it’s nicer here than anywhere else. I didn’t know it would start pissing it down.’

'Yeah, when you said, “let’s hit the beach”,’ he waved his hand to indicate the surroundings. 'Not what I had in mind.’

A raindrop was making its way from his soaking hair and creeping down his forehead towards the freckles across his nose. He wiped it away from his face and sniffed.

'You thought cocktails and bikinis?’ You grinned at him.

'I thought there would at least be sand.’

'Well, we’re in Hornsea, not Florida, I’m afraid. You’ll have to save your bikini for another time.’

'Funny,’ he smiled sarcastically. He ran his hand through his hair, which made it all messed up, clumping together from the rain.

'Your country is stupid.’

'Yeah well your face is stupid,’ you retorted.

'My face is beautiful, and you know it.’ He shoved you with his shoulder, a smile beginning to take over his lips.

'That is true,’ you admitted. 'Are you hungry?’

'Sweetheart, I’m always hungry.’

You stood up and tapped his arm.

'Come on then. Let’s get some chips to warm us up.’

He looked confused for a second, then understanding washed over his face. 'You mean fries.’

'No, I mean chips. Proper, British, chip shop chips.’

He raised his eyebrows at you.

'Trust me. It’ll change your life.’

He continued to look at you, amused.

'Oh come on, grumpy,’ you said, tugging his arm. He let you pull him up.

'If it gets us out of this rain, I’m happy.’

You slid your hand down into his and led him to the small, well lit chip shop. As the door closed behind him, Dean ran his hand through his hair and shook his head like a dog, sprinkling you with water. He laughed when you protested.

'Are you happy now?’

An impish grin took over his face. 'I am.’

There was a couple of people in front of you, so you had some time to look at the board.

Your stomach growled at the smell of the greasy fish and chips.

'Mmm I might have a chip buttie,’ you pondered aloud.

Dean sniggered behind you. You turned to glare at him.

'What?’

He gave you the innocent puppy eyes whilst barely holding back laughter.

'You know that sounds ridiculous right?’

You rolled your eyes. 'So mature. Remind me, Dean Winchester, how old are you?’

'Not too old to find “buttie” funny.’ He tried to stifle a fresh bout of sniggers.

'Ugh, ok fine.’ You turned to the counter. 'What can I get ya, love?’ The server asked with a smile.

'Two large chips please.’

You heard Dean, who was now stood next to you, muttering 'buttie’ and laughing to himself.

The woman raised her eyebrows.

'Sorry, Dorothy here is a long way from Kansas,’ you grinned, elbowing him in the ribs.

'Wrapped or open?’ She asked.

'Wrapped.’

'Salt and vinegar?’

You drew breath to speak, then looked at dean.

'Vinegar?’ He curled his lip in disgust. 'Gross. No thank you.’

You shrugged and turned back to the counter. 'Ok, just on one.’

You handed over the money.

You glanced behind you out of the window. The sun was poking out from behind a cloud.

'Well would you look at that, the rain has stopped,’ you said, grinning at Dean.

'Thank you,’ you said, as you each took your chips. You pulled at dean’s arm again.

'Come on,’ you said.

'Hey, quit manhandling me, woman.’ He shook you off. You frowned at him, and after a few seconds he broke back into a smile. 'Ok, carry on. I like it.’

You slid your arm into his and started walking towards the beach. The smell of salty air hit you, the warmth of your chips radiating through your hand.

You led him down the steps onto the pebbles, holding him firmly for stability as your feet slid and adjusted to the uneven surface.

Dean pulled your hand into his as you both walked carefully to the centre of the beach. The roar of the waves was loud.

You let go of him and sat, getting as comfy as you could with the pebbles jabbing into your backside and the damp seeping through to your underwear. Dean sat beside you.

'Aaand, now my pants are wet,’ he said.

You shoved him over playfully.

'Oh, give over. You’re Dean Winchester. You’ve literally been to Hell and back. I’m pretty sure you can cope with a soggy arse.’

He laughed and sat up again.

You both unwrapped your chips. You blew on one gently then popped it in your mouth, the glorious, hot, greasy squish against your tongue sending a shiver down your spine.

Dean groaned next to you.

Mouth full of chip, he said, 'God. Ok, you’re right. This is good.’

You both ate, the sounds of the sea and the chill of the north wind lapping at your skin. Dean turned and caught your eye with a grin and a wink. His pink lips glistened with grease.

'Here, try one of mine,’ you said, offering them to him. He shrugged and took one, tentatively biting into it. He considered as he ate.

'Mm, weird. But kinda nice.’ He popped the rest in his mouth.

'Right? See?’

He nodded, continuing to attack his chips. He finished his before you and scrunched up the paper and tray into a ball, placing it beside him.

The sun emerged once again from behind a grey cloud, filling the beach with hopeful light.

'Ok,’ he said, wiping his fingers on his jeans. 'I take it back. Your country isn’t all bad.’

'Hm,’ you nodded, tipping the last crunchy bits into your mouth. Dean sighed and laid back.

'Just the Men of Letters that it bred. Sorry about that.’

'Yeah.’

There was a brief pause.

'Sam sounded very sure about this base he’s looking for. I mean it’s the last place anyone would think to look.’

'Mmm hmm,’ was Dean’s only response. He didn’t want to talk about it, you thought. Fair enough. The guy needed a break, that’s why you brought him here.

You lay back next to him and settled the back of your head onto the hard pebbles, closing your eyes.

Dean lay with one arm behind his back, the other resting by his side between the two of you.

You slid your hand over his, and he turned his over to interlock fingers with you. His hand was warm despite the cold wind and wet pebbles.

'Thanks.’

'For what?’ You asked, not opening your eyes.

'For this. It’s nice to just… be.’

You felt a featherlight raindrop on your face, followed by a few more. Before long, you could feel the gentle patter brushing your skin again.

You sighed, contented, and opened your eyes. A smile spread across your lips.

You squeezed dean’s hand.

'Hey, open your eyes - look.’

He looked up.

'Well would ya look at that,’ he smiled, looking over at you. You smiled back at him, then looked up at the colours now splashed across the grey sky.

A rainbow had come out just for you.

Photo taken by Rob Jackson in Hornsea

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cookinguptales · 7 years

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A’ight so A Cure for Wellness was absolute garbage. Under a cut because I have a feeling this will be long and have a spoiler section. Plus it was a tryhard horror film, so if you have any triggers, best to steer clear.

Okay, so here’s the thing. I really like horror movies. There is very little I like more than a really good horror movie. And this is a Gore Verbinski film! The Ring was one of the first horror movies I ever saw, and I still have nightmares about it to this day. I was fully expecting something that wouldn’t be, y’know, shit. I was terribly, terribly wrong. I spend two and a half excruciating hours becoming increasingly bored and kind of worrying about the four-year-old next to me whose parents apparently haven’t learned to read a movie summary. ‘Coz here’s the thing. I love a good horror movie -- but there’s very little that’s worse than a bad horror movie.

If you’re looking for a quick review, this here’s a sound bite: A Cure for Wellness is a descent into pseudo-intellectual tedium. The first two hours is spent watching a protagonist absolutely devoid of any charisma or acting ability muddle through a plot that most of us figured out in the first twenty minutes. Self-indulgent forays into hallucinogenic scenery-chewing drag the film on and on and on. Then the last half hour is just OTT hamming, bad special effects, and [spoilers] graphic child rape [/spoilers] so it kind of went from “jesus christ, maybe I can start planning out my paper while I watch this” to “fucking hell, get me out of this room”.

The film is basically about a shitty business executive who goes to this weird spa in Switzerland to track down his equally shitty CEO. When he gets there, all the villagers are like practically making the sign of the cross at the creepy castle on the hill, and his chauffeur tells him the story of a creepy incestuous baron whose house got burned -- and that ~no one leaves the spa~~. And he’s like “well that’s nice, but I’m bizarrely obtuse for a man who’s apparently supposed to be good at things, so I’m going to ignore literally every warning sign I’m given”, as you do.

He gets there and finds the prerequisite creepy old people and creepy waif girl, not to mention a dapper Lucius Malfoy who couldn’t be much more of an obvious villain if he tried. Everywhere he goes someone’s like “wow have you heard about the creepy incestuous baron? sounds like a plot point to me!” and he’s like “that’s nice, please tie these restraints on me tighter because I’m a fucking moron who is apparently incapable of any form of self-preservation”. I mean, they’re basically all but leaving engraved copies of Donkey Skin and Dracula on his desk, and he’s like “that’s nice”. Meanwhile, he keeps having the same flashback about his shitty childhood, because I guess that’s all the characterization we’re going to get. This movie is just daddy issues all the way down.

Anyway, blah blah blah the water is obviously tainted, what the hell is wrong with you. All they drink is water, the minute you started drinking their weird cult water, you started having hallucinations, you literally saw living creatures in the water and then DRANK IT ANYWAY like guys I fucking can’t. This protagonist was too dumb to live and I’m actually irate that he [spoilers] managed to do so anyway. [/spoilers]

So you’re basically left with this asshole wandering around having cryptic conversations and exploring a creepy castle/sanitarium for two goddamn hours. And then shit got even stupider.

[spoilers to follow]

Finally he’s like holy shit! The water I’ve been drinking is tainted! Weird shit is going on here! The baron is a plot point! The creepy girl with no parents is a plot point! Whaaaat? And then they’re like “HA wow you know how we told you the baron was crazy and incestuous and was doing weird medical experiments on villagers and his wife had a secret baby. SURPRISE, the creepy girl he keeps saying is like his daughter is actually his daughter! HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY GUESSED??” because we’re not fucking brain stems.

and then there are a bunch of graphic torture scenes because why not, and then the creepy baron who’s been sucking the life from the people in the sanitarium marries his daughter, ties her to a bed, and brutally rapes her. (oh no, wait, the brave hero got there to save her before the dick went in, so it’s fine. so he digitally raped her and there were heaving breasts on display for like 15 minutes! it’s fine. spoilers: it was gross.)

and I mean side note, idk why every damn adult man in this movie wanted to fuck this girl. She looked like 14 max. She didn’t even get her first period ‘til the end of the movie. The creepiest thing here was how everyone, including the protagonist, wanted to fuck this child.

Anyway, now that the idiotic protagonist has finally caught up with the audience, who’s been not-so-patiently waiting for him to get with the program for two goddamn hours, they have some stupid melodramatic fight scene that involves a lot of hammy monologuing and the villain pulling off his own face for some reason. idk. Makeup department needed something to do. Like we already knew he was making fake faces for himself! We saw them in his creepy lab, and unlike the protagonist, we’re not fucking brain stems! Him pulling off his face for no reason was just dumb. Who the hell pulls off their face before going into battle? That’s unsanitary.

Anyway, long story short, the last 20 minutes was so stupid that the audience I was in was literally laughing, the whole place burned down and people were eaten by eels. He was using the eels to turn humans into some immortality serum. Don’t ask me, it was stupid.

Another side note, there was a woman in the bathroom next to me after the movie who spent like 10 minutes talking about how EELS DON’T WORK LIKE THAT and her friend was like “none of that movie made sense at all” and her friend was like BUT THE EELS!!! I appreciate that woman.

Like the whole movie was just badly written, badly acted, and l o n g. All the ~off the wall~ camera angles in the world can’t save you now, Verbinski.

#a cure for wellness

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abode-of-hope-and-despair · 3 years

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So, I haven't posted for weeks and I don't really have time to write anything still. I'm sorry, but college is killing me. I'll give you some more of my older works I haven't published yet, ok?

Danganronpa soulmate au. Korekiyo Shinguji

I'm continuing with my scenario-oneshots! Next is one of my most beloved boys - Kiyo. Hope you like this one!

Warning: mentions of grooming, abuse, because, well, sister

Happy ending tho. There will be happy ending in each of them 'coz I felt like it

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Soulmate AU, where you have the symbol on your wrist that represent your soulmate in one way or another.

You sighed, feeling hurt and cheated. You pulled up the long sleeve of your f/c sweater and gazed upon the symbol, which was engraved on your skin. A human skull with maroon roses. You knew well who it belongs to.

Korekiyo Shinguji, who you met a few months ago.

You were visiting an exhibition in your local museum. You were fond of human history, mythology and culture, no thanks to school. Actually, you got interested in it while browsing Tumblr one night. You stumbled upon an interesting post about Norse mythology and that`s where it all started.

You stopped in your tracks, examining one of exhibits that caught your attention. Then all of a sudden you heard someone mumbling in awe beside you. You wasn`t particularly chatty person, but you decided to strike a conversation. He gladly kept it up and soon you two became good acquaintances. You exchanged numbers and promised to meet up again.

You did. In fact, you and Korekiyo became close very fast. Alarmingly fast. You could feel more and more attached to him with each passing day. He was smart, passionate about anthropology and just handsome despite always wearing his mask. He started out as someone interesting to you. Someone, who could teach you many things in such a way, you`d be pleading for more. You loved his lectures, his stories, and then at some point you started to like him.

You wanted to get to know him.

And good for you, Shinguji wanted to get to know you as well.

One day you mentioned something about yourself and he showed his interest. In the blink of an eye, you were sharing small things about yourself every once and awhile. You still talked about humanity a lot, however, now you were invested in each other’s lives too. It was only the matter of time that you`d know about his sister.

At first, you thought it was cute. He seemed to treasure his sibling a lot.

Then you found out she`s dead and it was sad. Korekiyo didn`t seemed too fazed by it tho. You treated it as a good thing. He must have moved on, accepting her death, you thought.

Time went and you became concerned. There was so much stuff that sticked out to you as something… wrong. Korekiyo talked a lot about his sister, but the more he talked about her, the more you felt as if it wasn`t your normal love between siblings.

You found out that it wasn`t. They were lovers, which wouldn`t throw you off, if not for one thing.

You also realized he was most likely your soulmate.

When you were little you`d often question: what does you symbol mean. It was different from what people around you had. Kids even joked that your soulmate must be undertaker, a crueler ones claimed you`re soulmates with a serial killer. Your mum thought they`d be a doctor or perhaps an archaeologist based on human skull. Though the flowers were always confusing to her.

“Maybe, he is romantic at heart” she told you once.

When you asked your father, he told you your soulmate must be someone who finds beauty in everything. It was quite a poetic answer. And it was the closest one too. Korekiyo could find beauty even in ugliest things. He adored humanity and liked to observe the world around him. He fitted your symbol.

Your human skull with maroon roses.

But he loved his sister. Even after she died, he still did. It was evident and you couldn`t do anything about it. It hurted.

You asked one day if they were a soulmates, but he didn`t give you a straight answer. He said “true love can surpass anything, even these idiotic drawings” or something along those lines. It hurted.

When you were given the full truth, however, it hurted even more. Korekiyo was abused. He was groomed by his own sister and treated it as love. Most of his life choices wasn`t even his. It was his sisters. You couldn`t see the problem before, but now you did. You got enough puzzle pieces to make it into clear picture. And it horrified you.

You tried to be as subtle about it as you could. You wanted him to see, to realize, but was afraid that he`d cut all ties with you, claiming that you “don`t understand”. Korekiyo was dear to you. It wasn`t even bound to soulmate thing anymore. Not much at least. You genuinely loved him and didn`t want to lose him. You didn`t want him to hurt much too. Even if it was hard, you needed to be patient.

You were here for him, trying your best. When he noticed what you were trying to do, you didn`t see each other for a few weeks. Your relationships suffered a hard blow and you honestly thought you`ll never see him again. You even cried.

However, you underestimated the power of bond you already had. Korekiyo was angered and disappointed, it`s true. Someone, who became so close to him doubted the purity of love between him and his sister. There was nothing wrong with it, he believed. You were in the wrong. You didn`t see it the way he saw it and he was sure you would. That`s why he told you everything. He trusted you, you were the second dearest person in his life. He felt betrayed and yet he wanted to know, where exactly you saw the bad in something as perfect and beautiful as his relationships with his sister.

Needless to say, it got him thinking.

The next time you met him you desperately wanted to try and fix things between him and you. You came to his house and that`s where you caught him having mental breakdown. You didn`t know what happened while you were apart and what to do. But you stayed and tried you damndest to comfort him. Korekiyo didn`t let go of you even after you managed to calm him down. You spent the night with him.

In the morning you talked. You had a lot things to talk over. Several times he started crying again and you comforted him. You both came to conclusion that he needs a therapist.

You were looking at little symbol on your wrist. You wanted to show it to him, to say you love him. The problem was, you didn`t know if it`s time yet. Korekiyo was making a progress, slowly healing from his sister’s abuse, sure. You were close then ever before, sure. But was it time to make a move?

You bit your lip. Then you heard the door opening and you quickly hid your symbol under your sleeve. It was him. You smiled gently and he smiled back. Korekiyo stopped wearing the mask not so long ago. Getting rid of it was hard, but he wanted it. He felt insecure without it, yet with it on he felt worse. He still had his bandages on, reason unknown.

He sat beside you on bed and indulged you into hug which your returned. Lately, he became touchy around you. Maybe he was seeking love and comfort he didn`t really received back then. After all, he learned it wasn`t what he thought it was.

He pulled away and by the look in his eyes you knew: there was something he wanted to say to you.

“Y/n, dear” he started “All this time you were here for me, for what I am deeply grateful. At first, you were merely an entertainment of mine, however the more time we spent the greater our bond became. You didn`t leave me that terrible night and I wish you never will. You`re the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me and I don`t want to let you go”.

You fell silent, hearing his words. Your heart was beating fast and you felt like it was a dream.

It wasn`t.

Suddenly, Korekiyo started to unwrap one of his bandage while talking “Remember when I said that soulmate symbols don`t matter? It was…her words, but I do believe in it still. I don`t care whether we are soulmates or not. I don`t care what on your wrist and what was on mine. I love you. And as far as I can see you do too”.

The bandage fell off and you saw what underneath it.

His hand had long fingers, pale skin, and a bunch of white scars scattered around. Not a lot, but enough to made you heart hurt a bit. You carefully took it into your own ones.

Then turned it over.

‘So that`s what he meant’ you thought you couldn`t hate his sister more and here we are.

It was a burn mark, a nasty one. Right on his wrist. You didn`t need a confirmation. You already understood what happened here. You brought his hand to your face and left a light kiss where the mark was. You can see Korekiyo`s eyes widened.

Then he smiled and god, was it beautiful.

You decided it was time. You pulled up your sleeve and showed him your own wrist.

“Pretty sure we are soulmates. But you`re right. It`s only the love that matters. And I love you, Kiyo”.

He took your hand and looked at the small skull with maroon roses. You saw affection filling his eyes, as he kissed your arm the same way you kissed his.

You were truly happy.

However, more importantly - he was too.

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storiesfromamess · 5 years

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2018: a self-indulgent year in review

I get painfully reflective as the year draws to a close. I’m already disgustingly pensive throughout the majority of the year, however the month of December seems to amplify my retrospective tendencies to a frightening degree. I suppose you could say 2018 was idiosyncratic for me. I have gained a fair few experiences which I did not have this time last year and, hopefully, I have developed and flourished in terms of my character. I might still be insufferable, narcissistic, horny and melodramatic but I suppose all that really matters is that I am less so than I once was.

Anyhow, to celebrate the almost end of 2018, I thought I’d count down the top 10 weirdest things I did this year!

10. Had an interview at Cambridge University!- Certainly an experience, definitely a shit show! I now have a phobia of poetry written by Irish folk but hey ho I’ll survive somehow.

9. Saw Brendon Urie in the flesh!- I suppose this wasn’t so much weird as it was fantastic! This was at Reading festival where I also saw the Wombats, Fall Out Boy and The Kooks plus others!

8. Saw a counsellor for like 3 weeks!- Following a traumatic drunken black out at my friend’s 18th as the school year started, I became quite sad at school and saw the counsellor! I didn’t enjoy it much though coz it was a little stressful and I couldn’t really successfully articulate my feelings.

7. Came out to my mum!- After spotting me reading Alison Bechdel’s comic strip ‘The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For’ rather conspicuously on the downstairs sofa, my mother enquired whether I was a lesbian. What came next was an uncomfortable conversation in which I established I was in fact bisexual! It was a little excruciating but I’m ultimately glad to not be hiding it anymore.

6. Engaged in a scandalous drunken game of spin the bottle on choir tour!- Choir tour to Vienna was interesting, on the second night we snuck some vodka and a bunch of randomly-aged boys into our room and played a sordid game the spin the bottle. I made out with everyone there and it accidentally ended my friend’s relationship with her boyfriend.

5. Told a girl I liked her in person!- I mean, I already wrote an extensive blog post on this but wow how traumatic! On the bright side, as a result of this confession I uttered the most iconic line of dialogue that I have uttered all year: ‘Can I go now, please?’

4. Got dumped over the phone!- In March, my first relationship of 3 months met its tragic demise. After a couple of days of suspicious unresponsiveness from my beloved I called him up and frantically enquired ‘are you breaking up with me then?’ to which he replied a furtive ‘yes’. And so began my brief epoch as a woman scorned.

3. Saw two penises!- 2018 was certainly educational in terms of my introduction to male anatomy. Not only did I give a hand job to my boyfriend this year but also got sent a dick pic by another boy! Turns out the erect phallus is more grotesque to gaze upon than I could ever have imagined in my innocence last year!

2. Hooked up with a boy on choir tour!- Choir tour was a personal scandal-fest. The night prior to our drunk frolic, I engaged in some illicit activity with a boy in my hotel room for no particular reason. I suppose the prospect of getting caught heightened its fun and gave me motivation for doing so... it was pretty thrilling being forced to swiftly break apart from each other as we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

1. Discovered I might have an ear fetish!- My brief romance was certainly explorative. Inspired by the enchanting TV series ‘The End of the Fucking World’, this year I realised I LOVE nothing more than getting my ear licked! (It was, in fact, the closest my boyfriend got to making me come and not through lack of trying!)

Hehehe. So there you have the scandalous misadventures of a chaste adolescent! What an idiosyncratic year! Let’s hope for some more appropriate craziness in 2019.

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