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vagabond-umlaut · 21 days

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'til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours

then her eyes look at me, love breaks my bones and I laugh

gojo satoru x wife!reader; 18+ content so mdni; mostly tooth-rotting domestic fluff w mild smut; baby-making stuff [it's breeding, y'all- but not written in a very spicy way... i'm too shy; wht's my fault in tht]; satoru & you're a bit too much in love w each other; not toxic tho... js a teeny-tiny amt too much– haha; satoru calls you cookie and minx; too many kisses written to count [and 1 mention of the words 'cum' and 'cunt' each– i said right, i'm too shy :))]; loserboy loverboy 'toru; tw: talks on conceiving; 2.6k wc

the fic title and summary don't rly hv a very strong connection to the fic plot— except the fact they fit satoru's character here to a tee ^_^

belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna

fic title from everywhere, everything by noah kahan // fic summary from a poem by charles bukowski // header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

Gojo Satoru is in love with you. Entirely, utterly, whole-heartedly—

Simply put, the man adores you.

Reveres you even; your existence in both this world and his: one that has morphed to fit the shape and size of your form, your smiles, your frowns– Your husband believes he cannot be any more enchanted by you, any more ensnared by you than he already is...

Only to be proven wrong when you ask something of him.

The sweet croon of the music seems to dissipate away, as well as the quiet murmurs of the crowds, when Gojo sees you lift your head from where it lay on his chest. Eyes briefly flicking to where you both are in a gentle sway on the dance floor, amongst other couples; before they return to the shades on his face.

Growing an endearing quality of coyness as you gaze at him, features becoming suffused with warmth and hues before you repeat your ask to him; voice softening, trembling. Even more this time.

"'Toru," you say, fingers flexing from where they are looped around his neck, around his existence. Your smile is shaky, right at the corners of your mouth, before you take a deep breath to force them to stabilise– somehow, your husband realises.

He watches you draw in yet another deep breath, and ask, "You'll give me anything I want from you... won't you?"

He will.

Of course, he will.

Ask him to pluck the waxing gibbous from the night sky, to make you a pretty little pendant out of it— he will.

Ask him to burn this city to the ground, just so you've enough ash for your innumerable pots of cacti— he will.

Ask him to do anything and everything: whatever your heart desires– be it for a moment or for years— Gojo will do it for you, no matter the consequences he must face for it— for what bears any consequence to the sorcerer's life, if not your happiness and well-being??

He drags a hand from where it rested on your lower back, up the side, to your cheek, gently cupping the soft flesh there. Letting loose a tiny smile, fond, unguarded, true, when you lean into his touch.

"Ask away, cookie. Tell your 'Toru what you want."

"I..." you start. Voice soft and timid. Gaze darting away a second time, this time to the slowing pace of your and your husband's dance steps on the floor...

Before you raise your eyes, a mesmerising flurry of many feelings, to his concealed ones.

And Gojo swears, there's surely something different in you, making something different in him as well, when you look at him that way–

"I want to have your babies, 'Toru."

The first response you words elicit in him is a static— Noisy. Buzzing. Something that renders him dumb. Deaf and blind to everything and everyone except his wife, for a moment perhaps a tad too long...

The second response is him, very obviously, nearly dragging you off the dance floor, and having offered a bullshit explanation for leaving early to the party host, pulling you out into the toasty summer night.

Gojo teleports before the doors to the hall have been closed behind you both, not even for three whole seconds.

And bends down to smash his lips onto yours, the instant the familiar comforting feel of your home settles on his shoulders... seeps into his body, immediately setting him at ease... yet not at all at ease...

Especially because of these stupid fucking cockblocking trousers—

A loud pop! sounds through the living room, bouncing off its walls.

Soon followed by a mishmash of an aggrieved whine and an annoyed grunt from your husband, at the loss of contact with one of your best physical features to him—

it all melts away though when Gojo opens his eyes to find you looking at him with a slight sheen in your big round eyes and the tremor from before in your lips.

You push him away gently by the pads of your fingers— but the effort lasts only for a beat. Teeth biting down onto your lower lip, your small fingers let only a brief moment pass before twisting into the fabric of his coat, pulling him closer. Almost as if they're scared he might turn into smoke, if their hold is loosened even a pinch.

Gojo thinks you sound terribly puny when you finally break the thick silence layering over the entire flat–

Much too puny than he would like to hear his precious little wife be.

"Do you really want kids with me, 'Toru? You're not doing this just for me– just 'cause I want a family with you— you aren't, are you?"

"Do you..." Gojo starts then pauses for a bit to curb the chuckle nearly spilling forth his mouth, before resuming. The amusement in his tone can be reduced only so much, though— despite, or maybe due to the worry marking your pretty features.

Very unnecessary worry marking your very, very pretty features.

"Do you really think I'm that selfless– that good-hearted– cookie?"

Your brows furrow for a beat— before flattening in a look of complete sincere honesty. "You always think of me before yourself, 'Toru– don't want to pressurise you into doing anything you don't want to, is all."

"Oh, is it so?" he hums, mouth curving into a leisurely grin as he trails his fingertips from where they're entangled in your hair, dancing over the side of your neck until they reach the base of your throat– A faint pressure on the flesh there.

The ensuing hitch in your breath makes his grin sharpen, his trousers tighten. He lets his voice fall to an unhurried husk of a whisper.

"So you think I don't wanna have a family with you, hm?"

"Ah, it's not that," Gojo notes you waste not one moment to breathe back. He pulls you flush to himself by the other hand clutching your lower back, fingers digging in when you stutter, "I-I was j-just–"

"What will you do if I say I don't want kids, cookie?" He interrupts, still maintaining the low cadence of his tone.

Your fingers let go of his coat, soon followed by the re-emergence of that damn shaky smile of yours. Your husband doesn't like it one bit, but says nothing to hear your answer instead...

Albeit he knows what it will be, knowing just how much of a fool you never fail to turn into when it comes to matters involving him– a fact he usually loves about you, his pride and ego adore about you; but in this specific moment... Not so much.

Your soft mumble disrupts his internal groan, "I will never bring this topic up ever again in that case, Satoru. I promise you, I won't."

"And what if I say I wanna knock you up nice and good?"

You'll short circuit, is what Gojo predicts before the last word is even out of his mouth— and he's proven right, amazingly so, in less than a beat, when you do:

Eyes enlarging. Cheeks warming. Mouth opening and closing: once, twice then thrice... As if you're an adorable fish gasping for air in the onslaught of his simple [yet cruel– he knows you deem him so right now– how can you be so cute...] inquiry.

Deciding to grant his poor wife some much-needed mercy, the man bends down to whisper into your ear, lightly grazing the earlobe with his teeth, "If saying it out loud is too much, why don't you show your 'Toru instead what you will do, hm? I'm sure that will be easier."

"I..." you hesitate, the word still a wisp of your breath, until your hands return to the front of his coat. And you lean back a smidgen, features lighting up as you ask. Slowly. Carefully. Hopefully.

A knot, your husband never knew existed, loosens in the middle of his chest at the sight of your strengthening smile.

"Can I take this as your 'yes' then?"

"You can."

And that's the only reply Gojo finds he has to give to have your lips on his... Not too soft yet so very tender in the way they move against his own... Almost as if you're scared of hurting him... Terrified of causing even a pinch of pain to him.

Something between a moan and a squeak rips itself from your throat when the sorcerer bullies his tongue into the warm welcoming space of your mouth, simultaneously hooking his arms under your thighs to lift you. Mouths never leaving each other, not even for one second, as he kicks his shoes off, hearing you do the same, heels hitting the floor with a sharp clack!— And he finally, fucking finally, takes a step into–

"Bedroom, 'Toru!" Pulling away, you exclaim hastily, breathlessly, "Not the sofa or the kitchen counter this time, please."

"Too demanding, aren't we?" Gojo coos, licking his lips then stealing a small taste of the angry swollen redness of your pretty lips– Choosing to concede when you pout up at him, "Alright, fine— Can't really deny my amazing wife anything, can I?"

"No!" You giggle back cheekily—

And you're correct.

Extremely correct, your husband reckons, smiling softly as he moves out of you; out of the embrace of your wet, warm, maddening walls— A sharp hiss escapes through between his teeth, brows scrunching in momentary discomfort whilst he faintly registers your weak whimper.

Wasting no time to scoop back the load of creamy white cum leaking out your sore cunt, Gojo lifts your hips to keep a pillow beneath them. And stuffs his fingers into his mouth— exaggeratedly moaning with a smirk when he catches your cute little face of mortification.

"You're horrible," you mutter visibly exasperated, what with that huge roll of eyes you do when the sorcerer groans out yet again around his fingers in appreciation, shifting to lie beside you.

He removes his fingers with a loud pop!. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat when your eyes stay on them a bit too long for someone who sees it as horrible... Before they skitter away to reach his face.

He wraps an arm round you, dragging you closer until your boobs are squished against his pecs. A shiver of thrill runs down his spine at the wonderful– no, absolutely heavenly feeling.

"I'm in love, cookie," he offers besides a noisy lovestruck sigh in reply.

You, as usual, as expected, take only one or two moments before the not-too-annoyed scowl on your face gives way to a tender smile.

Wrapping an arm around him in return, you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck. He feels your lips on his skin more than hears your words they shape. Whispered into the comfortable darkness of your shared bedroom.

"Love is a force to be reckoned with, huh?"

Just love? Maybe... Maybe not... Truth be told, Gojo has no idea. And he has never been too keen on forming an idea either.

But your love?

It surely is, your husband muses to himself with no small amounts of delight or adoration, It did change the trajectory of his life, did it not?

He is supposed to be by himself— The Strongest, yes, but one with a solitary existence. He is supposed to be in this bed, awake and quiet, staring up at the ceiling whilst his senses easily fall prey to the heavy weights of his past, his mistakes, his unpardonable sins— vanishing long after the first rays of the sun have broken through the curtains...

Yet... with the love you've so obstinately kept safe for him throughout the years... here he is now.

Still awake– a bit restless, in fact– but the farthest from being alone.

The love of his life, safe, sated and smiling in his careful hold. Whilst his senses tingle in smug joy and content as his eyes, all six of them, rove over the innumerable proofs of his insatiable hunger, boundless ardour for you.

Starting from your kiss-bitten lips; to the multiple splotches of purple dotting the expanse of your neck, your chest, your stomach, down to the delectable inner aspect of your thighs; to the angry red nip marks left nearly all over your body, wherever he could get access, wherever you wouldn't gently push his mouth away from with a whine—

To, of course, your belly: Flat now but won't remain so for a long time. Becoming swollen and round with your babies– his babies– A perfect mixture of you and him. A perfect result of your mutual feelings...

An impossibly anxious gasp disturbs his smooth stream of thoughts, as well as the steady downwards flow of his blood...

He looks down to find you wrenching yourself away from his arms to get hold of the long-forgotten pillow— Ah. It's the pillow.

"It's too easy to get you worried over the smallest of things, y'know?" Gojo tuts, still moves to help you stuff the pillow to elevate your hips on noticing your wince on shifting.

You throw him a cross glare, which soon changes into an upset pout.

"Shut up, Satoru. This is not a small thing, this is a huge thing! What will happen if my chances of conceiving fall because of this mistake, 'Toru?" you suddenly erupt into an anguished screech.

Gojo feels his heart threatening to burst at the seams, just from how utterly cute you look. He knocks his forehead lightly against yours.

"Wanna go for another round, cookie?"

"Huh!?!?" you exclaim, eyes growing round and cheeks flaring up yet once more— Your husband intervenes however, before you return to your struggling-to-breathe-fish form, "Don't be so embarrassed, you little minx; you were spouting all sorts of debauched stuff some time back–"

He pauses for a beat, thinking if he should quote everything you said. Then deciding against it, so as to not have you short circuit yet again, repeats, amusement lacing his tone, "Tell me, do you wanna?"

"I'm not a minx," you mumble back.

And the sorcerer almost believes you, mind being swayed by the light glimmer in your gorgeous eyes, the plush flesh of your lower lip jutted out just the right amount, the enticing manner your eyelashes appear to be batting themselves at him in the faint moonlight streaming into the room via the light curtains...

Only for the slowly, steadily enveloping bubble to be popped.

By the feel of something soft and warm– your foot– travelling up the skin of his calf; the same moment he watches your fingers trail over his chest and the planes of his stomach. Tongue peeking out for less than an instant when your gaze drops to his fingers– the very fingers he was sucking on not even five minutes back—

Pushing the pillow away, Gojo climbs back atop you. A knee wedged to part your thighs while he bends down, face angled to swallow that endearing surprised squeak of yours with his insistent, impatient lips.

You were right.

Love is, for real, a force to be reckoned with.

But Gojo Satoru— No, his cookie's 'Toru in love with her– And now, in love with the idea of having a huge happy family with her as well...

That's a force only you know how to put a leash on.

[Not that you will ever—

You're as hopeless a goner for him as he is for you!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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idungoofed · 1 year

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Peli’s Wedding!

Din Djarin x Fem

Yeah yeah I know I know the crest is gone but it is alive in my head and how is one meant to get ready for a wedding in a teeny tiny N-1 Starfighter huh? HUH? (I am ignoring your screams for literally anywhere else.)

It’s Peli’s wedding! She’s getting married to Mok Shaiz’s Twi’lek majordomo, (As far as I can see he never got given an official name, and I thought it was funnier to work with that than use a name generator) and you’re invited along with Din and Grogu as well as some other familiar characters. Any wedding traditions I have pulled from my own personal experiences, and weaved it into my very limited knowledge of the Star Wars universe it is what it is. This had been super fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, just so much fluff. Soft!Din, helmet comes off, no use of Y/N, allusions to sex but no actual smut, and some fictional alcohol consumption.

Word count: 3,872

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“Why do we have to go to this thing again?” Din sighed outside the fresher door, his voice coming out modulated beneath the helmet.

“Stop calling it ‘this thing’! It’s Peli’s wedding/” You say for what felt like the 100th time that day.

“And who’s she getting married to?” Ask’s Din, his tone challenging.

“The Twi’lek guy that used to be Mok Shaiz’s majordomo-“

“You don’t even know his name!” He exclaimed.

You could imagine him outside the door now, finger pointing as he accused you.

He wasn’t wrong, you had no idea what he was called; for some reason that guys name just wouldn’t stick in your head.

But that wasn’t important, you were all going for Peli anyway, and that was that.

It had been a surprise when you got the invite on the holopad, you’d seen Peli since your last visit to Mos Espa but she hadn’t let on she was even dating the Twi’lek, let alone wanting to marry him.

But you weren’t blind, and you saw the spark between them in the aftermath of the Pyke Syndicate showdown and Boba’s rancor destroying half of Mos Espa. They were an unlikely couple with Peli’s fiery nature and no nonsense personality, and his air of grandeur and love of the finer things in life, but you know all too well that opposites attract.

You’d been with Din for just over a year now, after he got you out of a sticky situation with a sore-loser Wookie and a game of sabacc.

Since then you took on the role of baby sitter to his adorable green kid, occasional mechanic, and what you liked to think a giant loveable pain in his arse.

You were a talkative ray of sunshine compared to Dins brooding quietness. (And he realised quickly his menacing, helmed stare had zero effect on quelling your bouts of talkativeness.

He could of gotten rid of you, but he didn’t, because under all his sighing, arm-crossing and unimpressed head tilts at you, he would miss you too much if you were gone. The Crest felt brighter to him with you around, and Din had needed that light when things got dark.

You’d seen Din through some rough times what with losing the kid, getting him back, and then watching the heartbreak of Din giving him up to the Jedi.

You grew closer after that, seeking comfort from the gaping green hole that was left in both your hearts. The simmering attraction between you two seemed to break like a dam, and one night on the Crest, after too many spotchkas and reminiscing of your time with the child, you ended up in a tangle of limbs in Dins small bunk. It was the only good that came of the loss of Grogu- you and Din realising how much more you needed each other now.

Then who showed up in the middle of a war ground in Mos Espa? Grogu. Of course. Saving his father with the force at the last minute once again. Your happy family together and complete.

—

You finished the last few touches of your hair having opting to wear it down for once, and rechecked your make up.

The dress your wore was made of a silky green material that hugged your curves in all the right places. It was the first time you were getting to wear it, having impulsively bought it in a market on Coruscant.

You looked at yourself in the fresher mirror one last time.

“Are you almost done?” Called Din through the door, “We’re going to be late if we don’t-“

His words died in his throat by you pressing the button to open the door.

You stood before him, slightly taller than he was used to with your heels on, and looking more beautiful than he had ever seen you.

Dins silent stare unsettled you, and you started worrying about your appearance, your hand coming up to fiddle with the tendrils of hair around your face.

“What?” You ask, brow crinkling. “Is it too much?”

Din took two slow steps towards you, his body crowding yours. “You look… beautiful.” He said, his hand coming up to cup your face as his other came to the lip of his helmet and pulled it off.

You only caught a glimpse of his handsome face before his lips claimed your own. His hand that was on your face traveled down, landing on your hip, his thumb making small sensual circles.

“You know, we could just go to the evening reception?” He said pulling his lips away. You’d gotten to know the look in his eyes all too well over the past months, and you couldn’t deny it was tempting, but you hadn’t spent the best part of the last hour making yourself up for nothing.

You bring your hands up to his face, and lean in close as if to kiss him, but before your lips connect you pull back. “What? And risk ruining my hair? I don’t think so.”You pat his cheek. “Down boy.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face at the sight of Din rolling his eyes. You duck under his arms out of reach, but not before catching sight of the resigned smile on his face.

You walk over the where Grogu was currently napping, gathering him in your arms and transferring him to his floating crib. He coo’d in his sleep as you fuss over a little ribbon you’d fashioned into a bow tie, and attached to his clothing under his chin.

“Okay, I think we’re ready.” You say when satisfied with the child’s appearance and turn back to Din, his helmet firmly back in place. “Just one thing before we go.”

“What?”

“You really wearing that?” You ask, gesturing to his usual attire of brown flight suit and shiney beskar armour.

Din crosses his arms over his chest, his weight shifting to one leg as his visor stares back at you menacingly.

“Just kidding!” You say as you walk past him and out the shop door, unable to hold in your burst of laughter.

You wouldn’t have him any other way.

It doesn’t take long for you and Din to walk to the wedding venue - Peli’s ship yard. Although it was hard to even recognise the place with all the decorations.

The bulk of the yard had been cleared out, which basically meant any ship parts had been pushed to the sides. Streamers were hung from one side of the yard to the next, while colourful flowers adorned the walls and sat in anything that could be used as a container.

In the middle of the yard two rows of chairs sat facing a small makeshift podium adorned with an floral arch. Two pit droids were currently tugging a chair back and forth in an argument over how many were needed for each row.

There were a number of other guests milling around in the yard already, many you didn’t know, however there were a few you did.

The Frog Lady you and Din had helped get to Trask was standing to one side, her husband next to her as their three froglets played at their feet.

You wave at them and as soon as the now awake Grogu spotted them began to fuss in his crib wanting out.

“Okay kid, you can say hi.” You say, picking him up and setting him on the ground, but in an after thought say, “But try keep clean, don’t forget you’re the flower kid!”

“And no trying to eat them.” Din says to Grogu, wagging his finger which earns him a long-suffering look from the green child.

Making the most of a second alone, Din wraps his arms around your waste and pulls you to his chest. “You really do look stunning today, cyar’ika.”

You place you hands on the cool metal of his chest plate, smiling and look up into his visor. “Thank you, Din, you’re looking particularly shiny today.”

He huffs a laugh out at your silly compliment, shaking his head.

You hear your names called from across the yard. You turn and leave Dins embrace, and spot Boba and Fennec walking over to you.

Boba was in his usual attire of green and red Mandalorian armour, although you could tell it had been polished recently and there were fewer dents that usual. Fennec, was attracting stares from the male - and some female, guests. Looking stunning in a black dress, not too dissimilar to her usual attire, it had a practical style with thigh splits for easy movement and where you could see glimpses of multiple weapons holstered, and a high neck and capped sleeves.

“Boba! Fennec!” You greeted them, pushing Boba’s out-stretched hand out the way and going in for a hug, before moving on to Fennec.

He was another man in your life who you refused to let their cold exterior intimidate you. You saw yourself how he coo’d over his rancour; he was a big softie under that beskar.

As the four of you made small talk the droids started gathering the guests towards the empty chairs ready to begin the ceremony.

You turned to get Grogu, who to all appearances was attempting to lick one of the froglets arms.

“Grogu!” You scold, scooping him up, luckily before Frog Lady saw. “Was eating half of their unborn siblings not enough?” You whisper to him.

Grogu stared up at you, the picture of innocence.

“Yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute.”

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The ceremony went off without a hitch, Grogu did his job perfectly, leaving a little trail of petals down the isle. Well almost perfectly - he did stuff a few handfuls in his mouth as he went, much to the amusement of guests.

The word beautiful didn’t do Peli justice, she looked straight up bad ass as she strutted down the isle. She wore a white fitted jumpsuit and topped it off with a matching blazer with black lapels. Her curly hair bounced around her face and was adorned with tiny white flowers.

You almost made it through the first set of vows before you crumbled, the joyous emotions of the day finally getting to you. Luckily you weren’t the only one, a Jawa in the opposite row seemed to be taking it pretty hard.

Din glanced at you, doing a double take when he saw your teary eyes. “Mesh’la are you really crying?” He whispered, not unkindly.

You nodded, grabbing the only thing you could to try mop up your face - Dins cape.

He let out an amused sigh next to you. “Do you have to use that? You’re gonna get it all snotty.”

“I just love love, you know?! Look at them, they’re just so happy together!” You hiccup, eyes on the bride and groom.

Din didn’t take his eyes from your face, bringing his hand up he caught a stray tear on your cheek with a gloved finger. “Yeah, they really are.”

Confetti showers around you as Peli walks back down the isle, hand in hand with her new husband. You still didn’t know his name as Grogu let out a loud gurgle during the vows causing you to miss it again.

Grogu squeals on Dins lap as he tries to catch the paper flecks in his tiny hands.

You hadn’t been able to stem your tears yet, you couldn’t help it - weddings just made you feel all gooey and emotional with love

Din wraps his arm around you. “Did you see Peli slip him the tongue?”

You laugh-sob and dab at your eyes with Din’s cloak still clutched in your hands. “Yeah” You say, sniffing. “It was beautiful.”

You hear a modulated huff of a laugh in your ear as Din lowers his head down to bump gently against yours in a chaste keldabe kiss.

The evening reception started with the bride and grooms first dance. Peli led her Majordomo on to the dance floor and then proceeded to lead in the dance as well. It was typical Peli, but her new husband didn’t seem to mind.

You adored watching them glide across the floor to the music, eyes only for each other. It was beautiful, but turned slightly awkward when they unabashedly started making out, Peli’s hands making their way south to grip her new husbands butt.

The other guests that had been watching started finding their feet or the decorations above very interesting, and you took that as your cue to take Grogu back to his crib.

The music wound down as you stepped away with Din behind you, but before you could go far you heard Peli screech your name.

“Where are you going missy?! I’m about to chuck this thing and I need you front and centre!” She called to you, waving her bridal bouquet in the air.

You turned back around, eyes darting between Peli and Din. It’s not like you didn’t want to join in, you loved wedding traditions, but this one? You loved Din, and knew he loved you - you’d told each other as much when your relationship shifted from friendship to more, and although of course you wanted to be more - Din’s riduur, you didn’t want to feel like you were forcing the idea on to him.

Before you could make your next move, Din stepped in front of you and plucked Grogu from your arms.

He leaned in close to you. “You better not keep the bride waiting.”

You looked up him, your brows knitted together. “You know what this tradition means right?” You ask.

Din simply nods his head and nudges you forward. You didn’t catch what he whispered to Grogu after.

A grin stretches across your face as his words sink in. You jut your chin forward and straighten your shoulders, and with an air of confidence take your place among the small crowd of other female guests.

Peli tosses the bouquet over her head, and you’re jostled by the women around you, getting pushed towards the back of the group. Peli had over-shot, the flowers on course to tumble over your heads. However just as you thought it was going to pass you by, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, stopping it in its tracks, and causing it to tumble down into your waiting hand.

You raise the bouquet over your head victoriously, while the other females groaned in disappointment. Your eyes find Din, and you excitedly skip over to him.

You can hear his husky laugh as you reach him. “That’s my girl.”

“You know some would call that cheating.” You say not in the least bit mad about it, and then ruffle the top of Grogu’s head. “Thanks little guy.”

“So Mando! I guess it’s your turn next!” Taunts Peli good-naturedly from behind you.

Din looks down at you through his visor, and although you couldn’t see it, a smile was forming on his handsome face. “I guess it is.”

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The party was in full swing, the band from the local cantina playing up-beat numbers that have you wiggling your shoulders and tapping your feet in your chair. The dance floor was starting to fill up with people throwing shapes.

“Okay I’m going in.” You say downing the last of your drink and turning to Din. “Fancy joining me?”

“You know I don’t dance.”

“Oh come on, just one? Please?” You plead, it wasn’t as fun dancing on your own, and Grogu was fast asleep again in his crib.

“No. I’ll watch.” Said Din, and you knew there was no point in begging by the finality of his tone.

“Fine.” You huff and shimmy towards the dance floor. You turn and try once more to change your Mandalorians mind, swinging and catching him with an invisible lasso, but he just crosses his arms and shakes his helmed head, so you shrug and dive into the crowd.

You come back to the table a few times, the first to kick your heels of, and then only in quick visits to gulp at your drink in an attempt to cool down before darting off again.

“Instead of staring at her longingly why don’t you ask her to dance?” Said Boba across the table from Din, which was littered with party poppers and empty glasses.

“I can’t dance.” Replied Din matter of factly.

“I don’t think she cares, Mando, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She’s turned down every male here who’s asked her to dance, she only wants you.”

Din looked from Boba and back to you, as you hold your nose and mime going under water with the Frog Lady and Peli.

He sighs heavily, knowing Boba was right, and pushes himself up from the chair to head towards you. As he does the song changes to a slower number, and he watches as Frog Lady and Peli pair off with their husbands.

You stand there, looking around at the different couples pairing off to dance together, and are unable to stop the pang of jealousy. You turn, deciding you better go back to the table to wait the slow dance out. Although as you do, you almost walk straight into Din.

“Will you dance with me, mesh’la?” He asks, his voice only loud enough for you to hear.

The smile that lights up your face makes Din wish he asked you sooner. He places his hands on your hips as you wrap yours around his neck, resting your head against his chest plate, and start to gently sway to the music.

Din says your name. “I’m sorry I can’t dance.”

You look up to him and follow where his visor is pointed - at the Frog Lady and her husband who were gracefully pirouetting around the dance floor.

You bring your fingers to the side of his helmet, turning his face to yours. “Hey, I don’t care about that, just having you here is enough, I love you Din, a few bad dance moves won’t change that.” You finish with a smirk.

Your Mandalorians shoulders judder under your arms as he lets out a chuckle. “I love you too cyar’ika.” He said, lowering his head to yours.

___

As the evening winds down to an end, you bid goodnight to Boba and Fennec who were finishing off another bottle of spotchka - those two could drink, and wave goodbye to Frog Lady.

The bride and groom had disappeared into Peli’s office a while ago, and you were /not/ about to interrupt them. You didn’t need that image burned into your brain.

You both approached the Crest arm in arm with Grogu still fast asleep in his crib floating in front of you.

“I’m not quite tired just yet, I’m going to look at the stars from the roof.” You say, entering the ship.

“No!” Din busts out, causing you to snatch your hand away from the ladder you were about to climb.

He clears his throat, tripping over his words. “It’s just… I… Grogu wants you to put him to bed!”

You raise an eyebrow, and look over at Grogu. “But he’s not even awake-“

“He told me earlier.” Din says, dashing to the ladder and disappearing through the hatch.

“Ohh-kay.” You say completely bewildered. Told him? How?

When you carry Grogu to the his little hammock he wakes briefly, wining at the disturbance, but he quickly settled back down into the nest of blankets you create for him. All the while you can hear Dins heavy footsteps moving around above you, at one point hearing something skitter across the floor and a resulting, “Dank Farrik!”.

After you hear him climb the second ladder to the ships roof you double check Grogu is asleep, stop by the fresher and then head on up.

Your head breaches the hatch and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Candle’s flicker on the roof, their soft light glinting off the metal exterior and the armour of the man standing before you. His helmet is discarded at his feet next to Peli’s bridal bouquet.

“Din? What’s-“

“Come here, mesh’la.” He says, his voice soft and his hands reaching for you.

You move toward him, picking out a path through the candles, and when you’re in front of him he takes your hands in his. He’d removed his gloves and his hands were soft and warm against your own.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you… ask you something for a while now, I just didn’t know how yet.” He says, voice hushed as he studies your entwined hands.

You blink up at him, waiting for him to reveal where he was going with this.

He breaths your name, and looks up into your eyes. You swallow down a gasp at the raw emotion behind them.

“You’ve been the brightest star in my night sky, if I didn’t have you by my side after Grogu left… I don’t think I would of gotten through the heartbreak.”

You open your mouth but he shakes his head as to say he’s not finished. “You held me together, and didn’t stop or let go even when he came back. You’re a part of our family… and, if you’d like, I’d like if you were a part of our clan too.”

Your eyes are brimming with tears at his confession, your heart so full you feel you’d be able to see it thudding in your chest. “What do you want to ask me, Din?” You say barely above a whisper.

“Will you be my riduur?”

You’re only able to utter a simple “Yes.” before Din’s mouth crashes down to your own. You kiss him back with equal passion, tears spill over as you close your eyes and relinquish yourself to him. There’s so many things you want to say that you instead pour into the kiss. How much you love him too, how long you’ve wanted him to utter them words, and how complete it makes you feel to be officially wanted as a part of their clan.

You break the kiss to catch your breath, and Din’s fingers swipe at the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl.”

“Sorry, I just love-“

“Love.” He finishes for you, chuckling. “I know.”

Din takes leads you to the blanket you hadn’t yet noticed under the candles, and you both settle down on it, lying back with you snuggled under Din’s arm, head resting on his broad chest.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Asks Din.

“You might of mentioned it once or twice.” You answer playfully.

“Hmm, not nearly enough then.” He says, holding you tighter.

You glance over to his other side where his helmet sits next to the flowers, and a thought clicks in your head.

“Peli was totally in on this wasn’t she?” You ask, hearing laughter rumble through Din.

“She might of helped.” He admits.

You both break into laughter, clinging to each other, your future together spread out under a blanket of starlight and Tatooines three moons hanging full in the night sky above.

Thanks for reading!💕

Don’t mind me just tagging some lovelies: @insomniamamma @heythere-mel @whataenginerd @mildlyhopeless

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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I am breaking my social media break (I have no self discipline) but I needed to tell you that I loved the new chapter of Risk.

I really was all 'you go, Billy, you tell him what's what' but then my heart sank when I realized what it meant for him when he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

And then Steve getting there and being all bad arse and in control! I really loved that and I know he would have kicked Neil's arse had he still been there, Omega or not.

And I know you said Susan is not to blame but I do hate her a teeny, tiny bit because it can't be that she didn't know right? She knew something right? And she just let it happen.... Then again, she probably also is trapped in that situation and I guess it's really hard to stand up to someone in that situation, someone that could seriously hurt you or kill you.

El calling Billy Baby Bear is the sweetest thing and will always be my favourite thing in their relationship. I'm glad she'll be there when he wakes up because I don't think he'll be happy.

Joyce is so cool, good thing she was there to help (though sticking a needle in him goes a bit far). I'm glad Billy is safe now with Hopper and El and Max is safe and they are all safe for now.

IT WAS A GREAT CHAPTER AND I ADORE YOU!

SO that moment where Billy sort of breaks and yells at Neil. Something that alot of people don't want to talk about when it comes to talking about ab*se and ab*sers is how standing up for yourself might actually get you unalived. Lots of people are so quick to "she should have just left" "he's bigger, why did he take that" "why didn't they just leave, they were old enough to be independent" but no one wants to think about what happens if the person tries... and then fails. Standing up for themselves could be the last thing they ever do. Talking back could mean weeks out of school. Standing their ground could mean broken bones.

And that's-- I mean NO I didn't set out to write Risk as any sort of exploration of the horrifying power dynamics within an ab*sive household, but like, I can't write about Billy and NOT address it.

So this whole scene and then in some respects, the way Steve talks about/to Susan about it-- of course we want to stand and cheer when Billy spits blood at Neil's feet and stands up to him. But the reality of the consequence of being brave is terrifying. That whole part was so so difficult to write.

On to better things-- listen. Billy and El are so good together. They have a couple moments together in the upcoming "Comfort" chapter and it's literally amazing.

Joyce is one of my top 3 favorite characters in Stranger Things. Not only does Winona play her to PERFECTION but she is just beautifully, chaotically willing to do whatever it takes to keep her family safe and I love that for her. And its a big contrast to how the other canon moms are, especially in this verse. Joyce is present and involved and actively advocating for her kids and any kids she happens to claim as hers. Vs. Mrs Harrington who we never seen in canon and in Risk is just awful. Susan who is too much a victim to be anything other than passive. Mrs. Wheeler who is... well. You know. I just love her bullying Hopper around and being so so gentle with Steve but also that level of No Nonsense that keeps the world turning. Love her to pieces.

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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay

here’s pt 2 loves <3

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y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention?

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.)

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely.

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed.

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end.

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended.

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right?

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting?

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care?

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for.

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating.

“you’re staring again.”

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything.

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard.

“so it makes you look creepy.”

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.”

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?”

“excuse me?”

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.”

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics.

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.”

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.”

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though?

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur.

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again.

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out.

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance.

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him.

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n.

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music.

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them.

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all.

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance.

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile.

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red.

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place.

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.)

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time.

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape.

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up.

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up.

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging.

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder.

he swung the door open, hinges crying out.

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted.

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.”

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?”

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-”

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?”

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-”

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?”

“no. shut up. i need to-”

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?”

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?”

“well, you’re just being shitty.”

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them.

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-”

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?”

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips.

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.”

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place.

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?”

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back.

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.”

“who the hell are you talking about?”

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.”

“...y/n?”

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?”

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.”

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.”

“shithead, get out of my face.”

“you still have to go out with me.”

“why the f-”

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.”

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?”

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s.

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets.

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door.

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone.

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible.

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin.

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more.

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room.

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways.

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them.

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through.

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer.

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him.

“you okay?”

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?”

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?”

“nothing. nothing is wrong.”

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.”

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.”

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin.

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along.

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?”

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.”

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.”

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?”

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder.

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable.

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy.

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring.

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve.

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough.

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage.

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry.

“just running errands together.”

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage?

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space.

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue.

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist.

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back.

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.”

“good.”

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual.

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone with a perspective like yours to know if i do.”

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.”

tokage let out a low growl.

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.”

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from?

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.”

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close.

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes.

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this.

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?”

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw.

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.”

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face.

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.”

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.”

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miekasa · 2 years

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Which AOT characters are cat or dog people? I like to think that Eren vibes better with cats but my sister fights me on this idea😤

I feel like Eren likes cats—and most animals—in theory, but in practice every cat treats him like a bastard so Eren does the same in return 😭😭 the cats are against him, so he’s turned against them too. He’s also… slightly allergic to cats, but on the rare occasions he finds a cat that doesn’t hate him, Eren is taking advantage of the situation to nuzzle and cuddle it, even if it would leave him a puffy, sneezing mess. He loves dogs tho, and feel like a german shepard or husky is quite literally him in dog form; and generally, I feel as tho medium-big dogs suit him.

Levi likes animals, and animals treat him like he’s Snow White—even the nastiest of house pets are calm around him, it’s like they know not to try it with him pls. However, he doesn’t think that he’s a pet person, so a pet would have to be gifted to him—and he puts up a good front at first, saying he’ll only take it in until he can find another shelter to return it to, but give it a week and Levi is ready to kill for that animal. He’s have one of those black and white, or grey cats; not super tiny, but not too big either. Both are calm, like to relax, and sit in the sun and be quiet. He’d have a pretty small dog too—“The smaller the dog, the smaller the shit”—and he tucks it right into his backpack when he goes to runs his errands.

Jean is also great with animals, he grew up around a lot of them with his mom, but he’s never had a pet of his own. He’s more of a dog person (and dogs LOVE him too, they always come up to him when he’s on a walk, and he happily stops to pet them all), and a bigger dog suits him too. He’s actually the one to get you a dog as a gift, but really you guys have joint custody, and he 100% will refer to it as your guys’ kid. He’d also train it to be pretty protective of you, so it doubles as a bodyguard. His dog would jump on him a lot, front paws able to reach Jean’s shoulders when extended and Jean just happily gives it all the pets in the world.

Armin likes both, but has a small preference towards cats because they’re slightly less maintenance. His cat is teeny, the tiniest little thing and when Armin is home, that cat is always on him: on his desk when he’s doing homework at his computer, on his shoulder when he’s in the kitchen making tea, in the hood of his hoodie when he makes a quick run to the store, on his back when he’s taking a nap. They’re best friends and they do damn near everything together. Sometimes he’ll look around for it, only to realize the little thing has been on his shoulder the whole time. It scares the shit out of Armin when it jumps on things/from him tho, he always is on the brink of a heart attack please.

Connie is the classic big guy, tiny dog combo and that dog is his mf BABY. That’s his princess, his best girl (“After you of course, babe!”), his little angel. He cradles her in his elbow around the house like it doesn’t have four legs to walk on please. He values the opinion of his dog too—her little head poking out of his tote bag while he’d at the store and pondering, “Should we get salmon or scallion cream cheese?… Scallion, right? That’s what I thought, too!” Also, they have matching jackets. Several of them.

Mikasa really doesn’t have a preference, and sometimes thinks that animals aren’t really her thing, but it’s not true—she gets along great with Armin’s cat and happily cat sits whenever needed, and she’s never met a dog she doesn’t like. But she wouldn’t get a pet of her own, so hers would have to be a gift, too; she’ll take either, and comes to find that there’s a strange sense of peace and happiness that comes with having a small animal for comfort at home. Sends you pictures pretty often, and if you play your cards right, you can get her matching dog/cat sweaters too.

Hange would for sure have a cat out of those two, but honestly…. they’re more the type to have a crazy intricate and huge fish tank 😭😭 like, not even with regular, with tiny jellyfish or something. They’re obsessed with it, names all of them and swear they can tell them all apart even tho the jellyfish are damn near identical. Performs surgery on jellies if they think even the slightest thing is wrong too with nothing but willpower, a spare scalpel, and a youtube tutorial for guidance—and just imagine getting a text back like, “Sorry my love I was busy!! Leonard needed emergency tentacle surgery, but no worries he’s all better now tho see: [1 image attached]”

Sasha calls every dog she’s sees the best boy in the world and she’s completely correct about it. She always wants and coos over the dogs that are basically twice her size, but she showers them in so much love that it doesn’t matter. She’d for sure love Samoyeds, and if she didn’t have her own, she’s the type to walk with dog treats for friendly dogs and owners she meets on the street, and the local dog cafe is for sure he go to study spot.

#anonymous #when levi and the cat mirror each other and he tries to deny it >>>>>>>>#in the cat world levi’s is named scout and in the dog world it’s captain bc that’s how it should be #eren would 100% have a german shepard or a husky u can’t change my mind #youve all met hunter the half german shepard…. jaeger 2.0 and eren likes to call him…. tiny hunter on occasion #jean would pick a doberman or something of the like for big dogs maybe a golden doodle for something fluffier #gives it an extremely human name too like rocco #connie calls his dog princess and she for sure has a real name but it doesn’t matter bc that’s his baby and thags how calls her

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Weekly update? How is the story going…*till the next chapter is out* but i just have to say that i love your Art💞

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Hola dear anon 🤗

First of all, thank you so much!! 🥰 *hugs back*

You guys are just too sweet ❤

I am honestly surprised how much my weekly updates are liked!

And of course, I am over and over again thrilled that so many love my book so much!

Since I am back on track again, (hopefully!) I am going to bring you the weekly updates regulary again! And it's wednesday soooo

Weekly Update

ok, many have been asking about the next chapter. Which is chapter 8.

The name of that chapter will be "decades of denial" and will most of the time play in the past again.

It will also mostly revolve around Héctor and Ernesto and the time they started touring. We will get some very important and deep looks into situations and clues that will play a huge role in the future.

Also, get ready for some Cenesto content 😏 *I am calling you out sir de la Cruz! Muhehuehue*

No seriously, since I started analyzing and studying that man into pieces, writing about his whole past and all ... I developed a soft spot for him 💙 By no means am I ignoring, belittling or justifying the absolute crap he's caused and done BUT I refuse to acknowledge him as the villain most people see him as. Anyway, I stop myself here because 1. I could ramble about Ernesto for an hour! 2. you will read about it all anyway! One by one!

To all of you crying my ears off about Imelda and Héctor! 🤣 YEAH I SUFFER TOO! believe it or not! 🥺 it hurts my heart to have the babies go through so much but it is what it is! Patience, patience! 😌 All the pain has it's purpose and you will see it will ALL be worth it in the end! The other thing is ... I am writing my book brutally hard, honest and as realistic as can be! Which means, looking at the whole issue and the situation, a quick reunion just isn't going to happen. But that only means if it does, it's going to be REAL GOOD!

I was asked about Rosita and Victoria recently and, yes, we are going to see more of the Riveras in the coming chapters. Also some important bonding between them and Héctor!

Art & stuff

Way too much still! Well almost! I have the memory part to finish still and one requested scene from the book.

I just have SO many ideas and I need to work them down.

Anyway, are there specific things you would want me to draw? If so, let me know about your idea or request in my ask.

You can also let me know what you would love to read in my book in the future and I will gladly consider your ideas!

One more thing! I highly appreciate every single comment on my chapters! They motivate me so so incredibly much! So, if you read my book and haven't commented yet, please consider to leave me at least some sort of feedback if you liked it. You don't have to but it helps me a lot!

-By the way! I highly recommend you to check out my all time fav. La Llorona version by Daniel Robledo. I have been listenting to this for hours! His voice is just heavenly! If you like more classical voices that is!

My other fav. of course, will always be Alanna Ubachs! She's just the best voice for Imelda in my opinion! Rough, strong, proud, full of heart, soul and passion. You just hear each emotion, her whole fiery character and her temper through her voice.

And may I throw in what a stunnging singer Ernesto is as well? Like, damn that man can belt out notes alright! I mean, hello? Going from chest voice to head voice is hard and he and Imelda just shake that out of their wrists. But Héctor! Oh my god! 😶 the way he sings the low notes ... his chest voice! That teeny tiny growl ... Help! I get shivers and goosebumps every single time! Not by any means a trained operaish voice like Nesto but Hohoo my goodness the warmth! I am total trash for baritons that can also slay tenor! (And yes I know what I'm talking about since I'm a semiprofessional opera/musical singer. with 8 years of vocal lessons)

Ok ... enough for today! 🤣 Have a nice week! 👋

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randombtsprincessa · 4 years

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Backfire

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Park Jimin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 3.9k

Genre: Smut

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: There is a little misconception between you and Jimin. What do you do? You fuck your brother’s best friend in the bathroom.

Warning: Frenemy to Lovers, Jimin exists, teeny tiny jealousy on both ends, Yoongi makes an appearance, oral (female), mild dirty talk, protected sex, bathroom sex.

A/N: To my love, to my angel, to the darling serendipity, a happy birthday, Park Jimin.

The simmering, roiling heat of a flame lit deep underbelly, the constriction of your chest just because you set your eyes on something vile, the natural grimace that twisted your face and brought lines to your forehead…

All were reactions you were well familiar with; all pertaining to deep, genuine hate.

Which is ridiculous because you shouldn’t – can’t – hate something that has nothing whatsoever to do with you; or so you’d thought.

Well turns out, you can hate someone who has nothing to do with you in the simply case that it is Park Jimin. Park Jimin had nothing to do with you, absolutely nothing.

And yet his name brought fiery heat to the apples of your cheeks, flushed down to your chest.

All he was; was your dearest brother’s best friend. That’s all he was. He was just some guy your brother had known for ages, trusted explicitly, would always have his back and most likely throw a punch for. That’s it. Nothing very special for two bros, who would die for each other?

His involvement with you should end with that. You’d think so, right?

But Park Jimin was everywhere.

Park Jimin was the usual crème de la crème of the male species. He had fluffy raven hair that he had a habit of running his fingers through. Plump cheeks and lips gave his face a childish glow but his eyes…

His eyes would keep you up seven nights in a row and then some. They were a flecked deep mahogany; that radiated mischief and softened in giggles at the same time. All of that would still be okay to pass off – after all, hot men weren’t exactly a lacking commodity, it was the good hot ones that were rare – if not for the fact, that there was nothing usual about Park Jimin.

Your brother Dean, bless his heart, had never managed to grow up from the freshman boy phase that miraculously slipped past the years into graduation. You had followed suit at the same university, effectively moving in with him in his recently bought apartment as he started his interning in and out of the college odd jobs.

He also forgot to mention that aside from him and you, one other person was practically always there.

You had finished homework one day, venturing out to rummage through the kitchens for something to eat until your brother returned home with takeout for dinner when you had first seen him.

A simple black shirt and jeans and head faced you, a box of fruit loops upended over a wide open mouth. You had squeaked, ducking behind the sink. You were only wearing a pair of shorts and a huge shirt with nothing underneath and a stranger stood in your new home.

When he turned, mouth bulging from the amount of cereal in his mouth, his own eyes had widened and he’d choked, coughing out almost his entire mouthful.

“Fuck, I didn’t know there was a girl in here.” He’d spat out.

Of course, the first few moments where you’d taken the liberty to run straight to your room and get properly dressed, you’d made a few keen observations. Ok, it was only one.

The guy was smoking hot.

Dean had arrived when you came back out, painstakingly admitting to having completely forgotten about mentioning you to his friends and vice-versa. Jimin stood behind his shoulder, an easy smile on his face when you shook hands.

Now…you hadn’t been planning to have anything to do with him necessarily. He was still your brother’s friend and the small flicker of excitement you’d felt when Dean mentioned that Jimin was almost always there was mostly harmless.

So, when you heard your brother teasingly warn off Jimin from flirting with you and the retort was a short, ‘no thanks, I have enough girls lined up to keep my mind off your baby sister,’ your smile vanished, replaced by a disgusted grimace.

As lax as Dean was and as open about his relationships he was, you hadn’t thought that he’d be associating with a fuck boy.

You didn’t know when your initial disgust and disdain of Park Jimin turned into full blown hate. Perhaps it was the incessant snark, the teasing…

Perhaps it was the fact that Dean hadn’t been lying about him always being there. The times when you had a boy over, even if it wasn’t a date – he was there, on the couch, stuffed with popcorn. The times you would mention going out to a café, or an arcade with a guy, he happened to be there – spotting you all too easily and coming over to say hi.

Or maybe, it was just him being the general hot asshole. He dripped sin and no matter how hard you tried to not notice and move on from the place where you had nothing better to do but look at him, he would tease you about how he riled you up.

You couldn’t escape him.

Which made no sense…because his demeanor meant that he wasn’t a fan of yours either. You spat back retorts as fast as a gun, had compared his dick to one of the moldy carrots in your brother’s fridge, and had once physically pushed him away from a guy you had made the mistake of bringing home.

You were sure, he enjoyed it. There was something about the flare in his eyes that made you curious, wondering if maybe he was doing it on purpose…if the push and pull was something he found exciting.

You wouldn’t be surprised at all if he did.

The same held true for your place of work.

You had scoured and scored a job as a barista at the café and bakery nearest Dean’s apartment. The situation was lovely, the workers were friendly and the pay wasn’t unfair. You were happy in donning on a simply powder blue apron and doing the works behind the register every day.

Right up until Park Jimin began to show up there as well.

At first, you thought it was because Dean was the one dragging him there; having already warned you he was going to show up and scout out your new work place – just in case. You only wished he had done without Jimin hanging about, his own head swiveling about inquisitively before landing on you, sizing you up.

You couldn’t deny the flush of heat around your neck at his curious gaze and that made you angrier.

He had started to parade around in all his glory even without your brother about, smarmy smirks throw at you while he waited for you to serve him. He would blow kisses, raise an eyebrow challengingly when you threw disparaging looks at him.

And then one fateful day he took it too far.

He stood in line at the counter, you saw him first thing when you handed out change to the customers while another co-worker, Nina, handed out the orders.

You completely turned away from the counter when it was Jimin’s turn, not catching his eyes but ears working on hyperactive as he flirted heavily with the other girl.

Nina, for all her sweetness, blushed, stammered and nearly messed up his order which had you rolling your eyes in disgust. God, he wasn’t even that good. Why were girls all over themselves for him? You could at least give as well as you got.

The final thought had your head snapping up – in horror at you. Where had that come from? Since when had you wanted to be at the receiving end of Jimin’s flirtations? Granted, you always were the one he’d pick on, zero in on, whenever he was around but he did to annoy you.

You looked over your shoulder, finally meeting Jimin’s eyes, which were already on you. Nina had still not managed to get his drink done right, adding a bit too much sugar, you’d noticed than Jimin took but he only grinned – waving a hand to show it was all fine as he dropped a couple bills on the counter.

And then he threw you a cheeky, exaggerate wink, before turning on his heel and retreating back to his customary table.

That’s it.

You snarled to yourself mentally, tapping on Nina’s shoulder a little harder than necessary.

“I’ll do the customers now, you can handle the register.”

If there was anything off about your voice or your face, Nina didn’t mention it. She was probably way too into thinking about Jimin to be very observant anyway. She obediently moved to the other side of the counter, letting you stand to the front, now facing the rest of the line.

You couldn’t feel Jimin’s usual gaze on you, for the most part whenever you glanced at him; he was busy staring intently at his phone.

So, you swiftly handled and dispensed the customers, until one guy walked into your line of sight, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat and a nervous look in his eyes.

“Hi,” He said first thing.

You put your server smile on. “Good morning, sir. Welcome and what may I get you today?”

“Just a simple black coffee, for Min Yoongi,” The man said. You thought you caught him burying his hands further into his pockets, your smile flickering uncertainly.

“Just a simple black…? No additions?” You clarified, pen hovering over the order slip.

“Yeah no, it’s just it’s embarrassing…I’ve never had coffee in a café before, I always have my homemade blend. But my coffee maker broke so…”

None of the above information was necessary, but you could feel a small smile twitching at the edges of your lips. He was cute, shy and blushing.

“A simple black,” You scribbled the order, passing it to the kitchens, “Perhaps, you should have that machine looked at,” You laughed.

The answering laugh was slow but bubbling. “Well, I mean I could wait a few days – depending on the coffee here.” He said.

“We do have good coffee.” You considered, lowering your voice as you motioned for him to move to the checkout line. A simple black didn’t take much long to make and the line was thankfully empty for now. The paper cup stood steaming on the counter, the name Min Yoongi scrawled over in the chef’s large writing. You grabbed it quickly, putting it in a carrier and placing it in front of him.

The man carefully lifted the cup up, taking a sip, before shrugging. “It’s not half bad. Maybe, I can come by if the machine stays broken.” He lifted hopeful eyes to you.

You couldn’t help but flutter slightly. “I’d keep our simple black lane open.” You teased back and he nodded, still smiling before pulling out the bills for the coffee. He slipped in another bill to your hand.

“A tip, don’t be too eager to spend it.” He flushed heavily, turning quickly on his heel to walk out, the bell tinkling at his exit.

You glanced at the one note curiously. It wasn’t too big of an amount but what mattered was the little red numbers at the base – a phone number. You grinned to yourself. He must have written his number out when you were packing his coffee. You slipped the numbered bill into your pocket, getting back to work to the line when you saw him.

Jimin’s eyebrows were drawn together, thick lips pursed tightly as he drummed his fingers on the counter. His eyes snapped to you immediately when you walked to him.

“Want something else?” You asked lightly, trying not to ruin the small lift Min Yoongi’s number had given you.

“Yes, I would actually, if it’s fine with you.”

You glanced up, eyebrows rising at the curt tone.

“Your little friend over there couldn’t get my order straight. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like a decent drink.”

“Park, you were the one flirting with Nina.” You scowled at him.

His jaw clenched. “Does that mean I have to suffer through a cup of torture?”

You determinedly looked down, writing down the order Jimin had wanted before, passing it to the kitchens to be processed. Jimin didn’t wait for you to ask him anything else, moving to the checkout line before you could say anything. You silently passed him his drink when it came and he took one sip, before wordlessly exiting the shop, your eyes trailing after him.

You didn’t wait for the official lunch break. You knew he’d be gone by then and you didn’t want to talk to him about his stupid behavior in front of your brother. Grabbing a simple cappuccino to go, you tugged on your coat, exiting the shop, tracing his steps where you knew he would’ve gone – Dean’s apartment.

You didn’t have to go very far. He had stopped near a lamp post, leaning against his car, phone back out as he scrolled roughly on it.

“Hey, Park Jimin,” You arrived in a huff, fingers snapping under his nose that had him jumping – looking at you with a heavy glare in his eyes.

“Y/N, what the fuck,” He backed up into his car door.

“I should be asking you that question. What the fuck is your problem?”

The glare in Jimin’s eyes subsided, replaced with a cold indifference. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, that you’re usually a jackass to me but today you just crossed a few more lines. Why would you flirt with Nina if you didn’t like the coffee she made? And why would you take it out on me?”

“Whoa, ok, I’m not a jackass to you, ok? I was just teasing you with that girl; I didn’t think she’d be so bad at a simple coffee.”

You crossed your arms across your chest. “Doesn’t explain why you were being all stuck up and awful, simply because I served another customer before you?”

Jimin paused, eyes trailing over you. “He gave you his number, didn’t he? I know guys like him; they act all shy to get girls like you falling over them. You’re my best friend’s sister, Y/N; I’m just looking out for you.”

“That is such…” You tried to think of a bad enough word, but looking at Jimin now, the smug arch of his eyebrow, the tilt to his head – you knew he was vying for a fight, anything to get out of the fact that you had called him out on his behavior.

So you did the exact opposite.

“You acted like you were jealous, Park.” You prodded, watching his eyes widen in vindictive pleasure.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“No, no, that’s what this all is about, isn’t it? All the interruptions on my dates, all the intimidating the boys I hung about with…you were just jealous.”

Jimin was backing up now, his hand clenching his door handle. “Y/N, I’m warning you.”

“Oh please, how ridiculous could you get?” You snapped and so did he. His hand shot out; he grabbed onto the back of your coat, yanking you to him, chest pressing tight to his.

Unfortunately, your arm caught between your bodies, the paper cup crumpling from the pressure and splashing all over him. Thankfully, your coat took most of the brunt while his shirt soaked through with what was probably sizzling coffee.

“Son of a bitch,” Jimin jerked away from you, hands pulling away the fabric of his shirt from his skin.

“Oh god,” You dropped the cup in the trashcan under the light post. “Are you burnt?”

“No – no, but I need to get home. Fucking now,” Jimin growled, unlocking the car to roughly pull the door open. “Get in.” He called curtly and for once you obeyed, circling the car as he revved the engine, driving to your apartment.

The car ride was silent, except for the soft curses Jimin let out, squirming in the seat as the wet fabric cooled against his body.

Once home, you led Jimin straight to the washer, letting him unbutton the shirt so you could stash it and your coat in to wash them. Of course, watching nimble fingers work to pull away a sticky cloth from Jimin’s chiseled torso did distract you for a bit but then he opened his mouth.

“You’re paying for the shirt, you know. It was expensive.” He grumbled, leaning against the bathroom door.

You rolled your eyes immediately. “It’s just a shirt, Jimin, and machine washable, it’ll come out fine.”

“Sure, sure,” Jimin smirked. “Isn’t this awfully domestic of you, washing my clothes?”

You didn’t even deign to stand up to face him. “Fuck yourself Park,” You said calmly.

“Actually,” there was a heavy pause. “I think I’ll just fuck you.”

The next thing you felt was a hand at your chin, turning you sideways where Jimin placed his lips on yours fully.

The squeak you let out was not the sexiest sound you could’ve made in that moment. But then, you hadn’t exactly expected Park Jimin to be kissing you in any way possible. His eyes were clamped shut while yours were blown wide open, watching his brow furrow with effort as he delved deeper into you.

Your hands had grabbed onto the sides of his waist, the curve smooth and cold under your slick palm, if not a little sticky too.

When he pulled away, perhaps to gauge your reaction, your mouth fell open about as wide as your eyes, watching him stunned.

“Yeah,” He huffed, “not exactly the most self controlled thing I’ve done.”

“But…what about all that shit about Dean and watching over me?”

“Are you kidding? He’d be thrilled if you and I got together – but he’d still knock my blinkers up and down the street for not telling him first. Which was what I was texting him about,” He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, showing you a text conversation between him and your brother.

You didn’t even glance at the screen.

“So, all that time when you were being a jerk, you could’ve just come up and kissed me?”

“Well, not really but,”

“Fuck, stop talking.” You groaned, dropping your head in your hand before growling. “Take it all off.” You dug your hand into his waist band, to drive your point home before reaching down for the hem of your own clothes, lifting and tugging it over your head.

“Oh, okay,” Jimin took a second to move, removing everything, your own jeans and underwear joining his on the bathroom floor before the both of you migrated to the wall next to the bathtub, kissing with fervor.

“You’re an idiot, just so we’re on the same page.” You managed to spill when Jimin’s lips – and better, his tongue and teeth – moved to your neck, lining the slope of your throat with harsh pink suckles.

“Babe, we both need to shut up if we’re going to finish this before Dean gets home.” Jimin looked up with a heavy smirk as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, teeth digging in to part the seam of your mouth. You groaned, feeling him let go as he trailed his fingers down to your exposed breasts, thick fingers digging into the supple flesh, smacking one to watch it jiggle.

“Goddamn, if only I’d had the guts to just do this before when I saw you prance about the house in nothing but that huge shirt and panties.”

“Ironic, I’ve wanted you for roughly the same amount of time.” Your arms wound around his neck as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard and rough, letting it go just as abruptly.

Your head thudded back, Jimin dropping to his knees easily. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for so long. All those times I’ve come over to see you on your stomach on the couch, or with some dude who probably doesn’t even know how do it -,”

“I thought we were going to shut up.”

Jimin threw you a dirty grin. “Make me.”

You smirked right back – if Jimin thought you were going to take the bait, he didn’t know you too well. Instead, you tangled five fingers in his sleek hair, yanking him closer to your core. “I will,”

His hands travelled up the expanse of your thighs, goose bumps soothed by his nails as his thumbs hooked into the apex of your legs. Jimin hummed against the burning skin, tongue placing kitten licks over the exposed clit.

If it wasn’t the sensation that had you leaning against the wall for balance when Jimin threw a knee over his shoulder, it was the fact that he never removed his eyes from your face.

His tongue traced over your glistening folds, dipping into your hole then fluttering back to your clit to suck it into his mouth, all the while his eyes burned into yours, as if he was devouring more than just your heat, your very essence.

You reached for his shoulders. “Come here,” You kissed him almost savagely, your taste on his lips as you plunged your tongue into his mouth. Fumbling with the free hand, you stroked his length, hands slickening in his arousal.

Finally when he pulled away, he went straight to the bathroom cabinet. “Your brother keeps his condoms here.” He explained.

“I don’t even wanna know why you know that.” You crinkled your nose, ignoring his chuckle as he rolled the sheath onto his shaft. Coming back to you, he kissed the wrinkle off your nose.

He grabbed your thigh, letting it rest over his elbows as he stretched one hand along the wall, holding it tightly in his. Tilting his hips at an angle, he fed his cock into you, a deep guttural groan escaping him as your velvet walls engulfed him tightly.

“I’d take a million ass beatings for a few minutes of this.” He grunted, his first thrusts slow and shallow, stretching you out before he was hefting his arm higher, parting your legs further.

The first angled deep thrust had you gasping, his lips sneaking over yours, subtly muffling the moans and whimpers by swallowing them.

Jimin maintained a steady pace, slow but deep, pushing himself to your limits, mouth wet over any inch of you he could reach, before he was pulling out, turning you to bend over the bathtub. Your fingers wrapped around its lip, tight and bloodless when he delved further back into you.

This time, however, there was nothing slow about him.

He entered you ruthlessly, fast, going even deeper if possible, his teeth clenched when you felt him lean over your, brushing away hair from your ears.

“Do you feel me, Y/N? You’ve been missing out on this.” He laughed, breathless when he reared back and then started plunging into you again, battering his pelvis against your ass.

The sounds of your broken whines accompanied the sharp slaps of your skin meeting his. His hands gripped at your neck, pushing your further down until your were completely bent in half, his head rubbing against your spot and then you were exploding – almost pulling away from him.

“Not done yet, babe,” You felt him enter you again, somewhere through the haze of your bliss, your orgasm seemingly endless as his ferocious speed kept you on the sweet edge of never quite finishing.

When he finally erupted, arms wrapped tight around your chest and waist, standing as he worded curses against your neck, you came once more, arching into the wall, before he rested the both of your exhausted bodies against it.

“We’ll have to talk to Dean if you wanna do this again.” You mumbled.

“Yeah,” He sighed. “But we still have some time.”

He glanced at you sheepishly.

“Round two?”

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 4 years

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Jealous of a Kitten

Author's Note:

Hey y'all! So I was b l o w n away by the response to my last Loki x Reader oneshot, so I thought I'd give writing for him another go! I've had this fic in my drafts since literally last year lmao. If you end up liking it, I'd love a like, reblog, or comment to let me know! And if anyone wants to request something for Loki or any other MCU characters, feel free to send me a message and let me know! As always big thanks to @twentytwohearts for their help reading and helping out with this fic!

Y/N POV:

“Good heavens mortal, haven’t you got anything else to occupy your time besides pestering me?” Loki grumbled affectionately from his place on the sofa. He was reclined comfortably on the couch, back pressed up to my front as he rested in between my bent legs. My hands were tangled within his inky black locks, fingers lazily scratching through his hair as I braided small sections. I grinned widely.

“Nope!” I replied cheekily, ensuring to overexaggeratedly pop the “p” at the end. “Cap gave me the rest of the day off from training, so you’re blessed with my presence all day, snowball."

The prince sighed melodramatically as he turned a page in the book currently resting on his lap.

“I wouldn’t exactly describe it as a blessing pet” he remarked dryly. His tone was nonchalant, but I could hear the small smile in his words despite his clear efforts to seem passive.

“Oh please, we both know you love when I ‘annoy’ you." I rolled my eyes with a giggle. Loki merely hummed in response as he continued to read whatever tome had caught his attention this afternoon. Deciding to mess with him a bit, I removed my hands from his now-wavy tresses.

“Or maybe not?” I pouted, feigning hurt and leaning my chest away from his body. He stilled slightly with his fingers paused mid page turn. His back tensed just a bit, and I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he tried to decipher whether or not I was serious. Though he only panicked a moment or two, it was enough to make me silently delight in having seemingly tricked the god of mischief. He huffed childishly, his hand grabbing mine quickly and placing it back on his head.

My smile widened so far at his reaction I was almost fearful it may actually split my face in two. He didn't say anything, but was certain Loki could feel the satisfaction coming off of me in waves. Even though I'd known from the beginning, it was nice to be reminded just how content he was to be entangled with me for the moment. He could pretend all he wanted, but I knew something about the lanky god that most people didn't.

He was a huge cuddle-bug.

As stiff and regal as he presented himself most of the time, he never failed to make it known just how much he adored physical contact with me. I'd even go so far as to consider him touch-starved when we'd first met. I mean, it made sense. He was a prince and the only meaningful contact he'd probably experienced came from those that used to help him dress or bathe. The thought of him going for so long -- literally thousands of years -- without the affectionate touch of another living being made me genuinely teary. Once we'd established ourselves as a couple, he instantly became a constant presence at my side. It didn't matter the situation nor the company surrounding us, if he was in the same room as I was he would gravitate towards me. Whether it was a hand resting across the small of my back or fingers linked firmly through mine, he always found some way to initiate some kind of physical touch. I was more than thrilled at his open displays of affection -- even after months of time spent together I still felt the delicious ripples of electricity run through me each time his skin met mine.

Moments like today's were rare. Days when neither of us had any obligations or work to be done, when we could just spend time with one another. Sweet, domestic slices of life when we could just cuddle close to one another and pretend for a moment that all the struggles of the world were gone. I sighed softly as we lapsed back into comfortable silence, both of us content to simply be in one another's presence.

But, as always, no peaceful moments around here could last that long.

Peter came bursting through the door, looking even more flustered than usual. Which, for him, was saying something. He was wearing his suit sans the mask, carrying a giant throw blanket, with his brown curls mussed wildly and eyes desperately searching the room. He spotted Loki and I fairly quickly. A brief look of relief passed over the young boy's features as he rushed over to where we laid.

"Hey guys, uhm I could use some help," he blurted breathlessly once he reached the couch. I chuckled, amused by the poor flustered teen.

"You'll have to be more specific than that," Loki grumbled from his place between my legs. I didn't need to see his face to know exactly his expression. Clearly he was annoyed to have our peaceful moment interrupted, and I would bet money that he was scowling at Peter as a result. Frowning slightly, I pinched the back of his arm in reprimand.

"OUCH," he exclaimed dramatically. His arm darted out of my reach, the other hand coming out to rub the sore spot childishly. "What on Earth was that for?"

"Leave him alone snowball, he clearly needs something," I scolded lightly. He huffed once more, settling back into my legs and turning his attention back to his book and grumbling inaudibly. I rolled my eyes.

Peter's eyes went slightly wider as they darted between Loki and I. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the raven-haired Asgardian when he was actually behaving, and given Loki's current grumpy demeanor he seemed especially on-edge. I smiled brightly, hoping to ease his discomfort.

"What's up Peter?"

His eyes darted back to mine suddenly, relief overtaking his face at the save.

"So I was just out, ya know like patrolling, and I was helping this old Italian lady. She was carrying all this stuff right -- and I obviously figured I would try to help -- but she didn't speak English. She was like kinda mad at first and she hit me a couple times, cause I think she thought I was trying to rob her, but eventually we got everything sorted and got all her stuff back to her super old car and --" Peter rambled, words slurring together with that inhuman speed that only teenagers could seem to muster. My brows furrowed in confusion and I lifted my hands up like a criminal surrendering.

"Whoa WHOA Spiderling, take a breath man." I chuckled good-naturedly. The teen's face flushed slightly at my interruption.

"Sorry. Right. Sorry." he mumbled. "Anyways, so I finally get all her stuff in her car, and she just leaned into me and patted my head. I was gonna swing away, but she handed me this and drove away."

He gestured to the large blanket in his gloved hands. My brows furrowed.

"Okayyyyy," I drawled, still confused as to the issue. "And you're mad she gave you an afghan because…?"

His eyes sparked with realization, mouth forming an 'O'.

"Oh no, no that's not it. I mean that is pretty weird, like why would I need a blanket in the first place. Maybe she thought I looked cold or something, but --"

"Norns, child!" Loki interrupted. He shut his book with a snap, abruptly shifting positions on the couch so he was sitting upright. "Could you perhaps get to the point sometime this century?"

I slapped his arm disapprovingly -- he scowled at me, stubbornly scooting further from me in silent protest. I turned my attention back to Peter with a soft smile. I nodded at the red-faced teen, waving a hand in indication that he should continue.

"Right. Sorry Mr. Loki. Uhm, so anyways, she gave me this and I don't exactly know what to do with it," he finished. He opened the chunky-knit blanket to reveal the smallest, fuzziest kitten I'd ever seen. The kitten was tiny, no bigger than my fist, fur matted and full of tufts of orange and white hair. As soon as Peter opened the blanket the small kitten blinked it's tiny eyes against the harsh light. Adorable high pitched squeaks came from the teeny cat, who was clearly displeased with the sudden disturbance to it's sleep.

I gasped, my heart practically melting at the sight. I stood suddenly, hands reaching out unconsciously and making grabby motions towards the adorable creature. Peter readily complied, gently transferring the mewling baby over to my awaiting grasp. I cradled the little cat delicately, blanket and all, against my chest and cooed soft, unintelligible words of affection. My hands instantly found a spot behind the kitten's ears and began scratching lightly. The kitten responded positively, nuzzling into my touch readily and purring loudly at the attention. My heart felt like it was positively melting at the sights, sounds, and feel of the small animal in my arms.

"It's so cute," I gushed, though whether it was to myself or the guys I wasn't even sure. I finally managed to tear my gaze from the cat when I heard a quiet growl come from Loki's direction.

He was in his same spot on the couch, but I could instantly tell he was annoyed, even without the little grumble. His posture was rigid, hands sitting atop his legs balled into fists, and eyes suddenly dark with anger. Only moments before his face had seemed soft, the sharp planes and angles relaxed as we'd sat together. Now his expression was stony -- the stern mask of irritation he so often wore back with a vengeance. I was momentarily distracted from the small creature in my arms. Twinges of worry and the impulse to comfort him planted low in my belly ran through me at the sight.

"He is cute," Peter's voice interrupted, clearly oblivious to Loki's abrupt mood shift. "At least I think it's a he? Anyways I can't bring him home, May is allergic to cats and anyways I don't think they're allowed in my building. I was kind of hoping you could watch him for a while?"

"Absolutely n--"

"Of course!"

Loki's head snapped up towards mine as we spoke at the same time, his scowl deepening at my response. I furrowed my brows in confusion, slightly surprised at his aggressive reaction. Peter's eyes bounced from my face to Loki's -- the awkwardness radiating from him as he shifted from foot to foot.

"Can you not just take it to a shelter or something of that nature?" Loki seethed, glaring at the poor teen. Peter was clearly flustered by the question -- red creeped up his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort.

"Well, see, I tried that! I did, but they told me he's too young for them to take -- cause he's just a baby -- and they can't take him," he stuttered. "Plus, they said they've got too many animals right now, and if he doesn't get adopted soon then they might have to...you know…"

I gasped, instinctively tugging the now-sleeping kitten closer to my chest. Loki shrugged, nonplussed.

"So?" he questioned. "That is what happens to unneeded animals on this realm, yes?"

My jaw dropped and I frowned disapprovingly at Loki. I knew he could still be, shall we say, difficult at times; though he was definitely on his way to being 'rehabilitated', old habits die hard and he often still struggled with concepts like compassion and kindness. Particularly when it came to anyone or anything that wasn't, well, me. Even still, how someone could look at the tiny creature in my arms without feeling the warm, protective emotions that I did baffled me.

"We are NOT sending this poor baby to be killed!" I stage whispered the last part, glaring at Loki and cradling the kitten protectively against my chest. "Good lord Loki, just look at him!"

I held the small orange cat down slightly, revealing it's angelic sleeping face to the scowling god. He glanced at the kitten briefly before turning his attention back to me and quirking a brow.

"I have." he stated plainly, voice laced with poorly concealed contempt. I scowled at him and stuck my tongue out childishly before turning back to Peter.

"Ignore him Pete, of course we'll take care of him." I reassured the flustered teen. Peter's young face instantly flooded with relief and he mumbled a muffled 'thanks!' as he rushed back out of the room.

Smiling and chuckling, I turned back towards the couch where Loki still sat. His facial expression remained annoyed and he'd crossed his arms tensely against his chest. I couldn't help but giggle outwardly at his pout; he looked like a child who's toy had been taken away. Though I found his pouty face adorable, I still found it slightly infuriating that it was over the innocent little bundle in my arms. My obvious amusement only caused his scowl to deepen and he scooched over further from me as I sat in my previous spot on the plush couch.

"Somebody's a bit crabby," I stage whispered to the still sleeping kitten. Loki scoffed.

"I am not 'crabby' pet," he grumbled. "I simply don't understand your fascination with this little creature.”

I chuckled, the noise hollow and closer to a scoff than anything. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to the small kitten in my arms. He began to stir lightly, stretching out his tiny limbs and squeaking out the most adorable yawn before turning his attention to Loki and I. His small eyes appraised the two of us with a kind of innocent curiosity. Eventually he deemed us safe enough, and he began to slowly venture out from the confines of his blanket. As he tentatively explored my lap and the small section of couch that separated Loki and I, I felt my face split into a wide smile. Warm, happy feelings blossomed in my chest at the sight of the curious creature.

"What's your name gonna be, huh?" I cooed to the small, exploring cat. "Are you a Tom or more of a Finn hmmm?"

Loki rolled his eyes, face never leaving his book.

"How about blot?" he suggested plainly. His tone was even, controlled, and even though his lips didn't quirk up even the slightest bit at his suggestion I was wholly suspicious instantly. Sending a frown his way, I replied quickly.

"Dare I even ask what that means?" I quipped warily. His eyes flashed momentarily to my face as he shrugged. Even with the briefest glance I could see the tell-tale spark of mischief in his eyes. Rolling my own eyes in exasperation, I turned my attention back towards the small tabby and ran my fingers across his back.

"Hmm, what else?" I pondered out loud. "How about Tigger? You look a lot like Tigger."

The tiny cat purred louder at my words, curling around my hand as I spoke. Encouraged, I scratched his fur a little harder.

"You like that huh? Alright, Tigger it is!"

A quiet scoff came from the other end of the couch. To my utter confusion, Loki was still radiating complete and total annoyance from his place across from me. He sat tensely in the opposite corner of the couch with his boots tucked petulantly beneath him and his body angled as far from mine as gravity would allow. His head was bowed down slightly, his attention seemingly directed back to his book. Despite his best efforts, I could tell that he was only idly paying any attention to the words on the page. Gone was the smooth look of contentment that had graced his beautiful features mere minutes before; his face was once more a cold veil of poorly concealed contempt as he feigned reading. The look, though common to the rest of the world, was troubling to me. It’d taken months, but I thought I’d broken through the raven-haired god’s stony exterior. The sudden return of the stern facial expression caused pangs of concern and sympathy to prod at me from within. I reached a hand out instinctively to grasp his hand in mine, determined to display my silent support.

Despite his ‘silvertongue’ reputation, Loki often struggled to verbalize feelings of anything other than contempt, rage, or disgust. I’d learned quickly that often he didn’t need me to attempt to discuss anything he wasn’t ready for -- rather it seemed the best way to comfort him in these times was a physical show of my presence and affection.

This time was no different, and though his head barely moved an inch I could instantly feel the way he calmed under my touch. The muscles in his hand immediately relaxed as he moved to twine his long fingers between mine. His tense expression softened, although only fractionally as he grasped my hand. He turned his attention from his book slowly, deep blue eyes turning to meet my worried gaze.

"Hey, talk to me snowflake," I demanded softly. "What's going on?"

Loki opened his mouth to reply, but a small mewl cut him off before he could speak. I glanced down and giggled lightly at the sight of the small orange tabby beneath us. The tiny kitten had wandered down the couch and was currently sitting mere inches away from our intertwined hands with a curious look overtaking his small face. Evidently he wasn't quite pleased to have the attention taken from him so quickly, and he reached a paw out tentatively to hover above our hands. Eventually deciding it was safe, the small cat placed a paw over the tops of our hands, eyes darting between Loki and I with a kind of content curiosity that made my heart practically melt.

Loki, quite obviously did not share these feelings, and withdrew his hand instantly. His face was once more overtaken by a deep scowl as he snapped his book shut and swiftly stood. He turned curtly and exited the room without another word. My eyes followed him as he left, brows furrowed with concern and confusion. Tigger, meanwhile, was clinging to my chest by his tiny claws, his heart beating with an insane speed. He was clearly scared by Loki's sudden moves and general demeanor, and I cooed soft words of comfort to the small creature. My eyes never left the door though, thoughts of interest and concern overtaking my mind as I wondered what exactly had gotten into my raven-haired companion today.

A few days later

Loki's POV

Sweet giggles filled the halls of the tower as I walked towards Y/N's room. A small smile overtook my features as the sound filtered through my ears. Typically I found midgardians irritating and their laughter grating, but as was almost always the case, Y/N was an exception. Y/N simply radiated happiness at every turn, and over the past weeks the sound of her infectious laugh had become one of my favorite sounds. Her mere presence had the uncanny ability to both calm and excite me at once, and I'd grown progressively more fond of my time spent with her in a way that baffled me and those around us.

In fact, the past few days had proven increasingly difficult for just that reason. Y/N and I had spent less time together as of late -- a fact that saddened and irritated me in near equal parts. For the past few days I’d found myself yearning for more time with my dear mortal, having been separated by the rather irritating presence of a certain small animal. Ever since the young Spiderchild had thrust a stray cat into Y/N's care she had been wholly and utterly enamored with the useless pet. She doted on the feline, which she'd dubbed 'Tigger', and spent nearly all of her time either caring for, amusing, or simply fawning over it.

It was becoming rather taxing.

At first, once I had begrudgingly accepted that the cat wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, I'd attempted to simply ignore it and go about our time as usual. It was only a day or two before that notion was entirely dismissed. Each time I made such an attempt Tigger had made his presence unmistakably clear. The loathsome, needy thing seemed to share my desire to be near Y/N, and was constantly sitting on or pawing at her. And even the precious few moments in which it wasn't physically touching Y/N it took to mewling and crying until she gave in and picked it up. I hadn’t had a single moment with Y/N in which we were truly alone for days, and I was reaching my breaking point.

As I finally reached Y/N’s room and entered, the smile that the sound of her laughter had put on my face immediately turned to a scowl. Inside the room was Y/N, beautiful as ever, sitting casually on her bed. The sight, which normally would have filled my stomach with a tiny stir of happiness, was marred with the unwelcomed addition of a certain small kitten. The wretched thing was sitting in between her legs, happily jumping and pawing at the toy she waved above him. She was looking over the stupid pet with such fondness in her eyes -- a look which I'd once thought was reserved only for me. Irritation overtook my senses at the sight, and I couldn’t help the scoff of annoyance that came from me.

Y/N looked up at the sound, initial confusion turning to excitement as she realized my presence. My own feelings of resentment faded marginally at the sight of her beautiful features lighting up with a smile of genuine happiness at the sight of me.

"Hiya Snowball!" she greeted me excitedly, rushing up from her place on her bed and striding up to where I stood. She tucked herself into the fold of my arms easily, her head resting comfortably against my chest and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I sighed lightly, my own arms winding around her relatively smaller frame and my face coming to rest against the top of her head.

"Hello my love," I murmured lightly into the crown of her head, placing a sweet kiss in my wake before burying my nose in the soft hairs there. She hummed softly in contentment, and we stayed in this position for some time. It could've been moments, minutes, hours -- I was never quite aware of the passing of time when I was with Y/N like this. I was wholly encased in the safe little bubble that only her presence seemed to create. I was surrounded by her: the unique scent wafting from her hair, the feel of her body melding against mine, and the soft thumping of her heart against my chest that provided the ideal background music for our calm moment together. I was completely entranced by our embrace, all feelings of irritation gone for the moment.

But only for the moment.

The sound of tiny cries and the feeling of a small body thumping and winding its way across our ankles broke through the peace we'd established like a freight engine. Y/N's chuckle vibrated low against my chest before she pulled herself out of my arms to peer down at the kitten. Annoyance seared through my body as she detangled herself from me and squatted down to scoop the needy thing into her arms. She stood up once more, cradling the spoiled little creature in her arms and scratching its face with her long slender fingers.

"Someone wants a hug too, huh?" she cooed playfully to the cat. My frown deepened at her soft tone, the same tone she often spoke to me with -- the small, loving voice that had crooned to me during late nights or early morning moments spent wrapped in one another's embrace. The same tone that never ceased to comfort me or make me feel as if she was possibly the only person to truly love me. The sound that I treasured so dearly was now being directed to a lowly, disgusting animal. It sent a wave of rage through my entire being like a white hot flame.

"Norns Y/N!" I snapped. "Can we not have a single moment without the presence of this...this animal?"

Her eyes widened as she took in my words, brows practically flying upwards in surprise and hands stilling against Tigger's face. Her wide eyes blinked a few times in complete shock as she surveyed my face carefully.

"I'm sorry?" she questioned confusedly. I exhaled loudly in irritation, arms coming to rest across my chest in a display of my annoyance.

"Does it not bother you that we've not spent a moment together, alone, since the creature was forced upon you?" I questioned, tone acidic and face a stone mask of anger. Her brow furrowed deeper in confusion briefly before a wave of understanding flooded her eyes. Expression softening, she set the kitten down lightly onto the floor before crossing the few steps required to reach me once more. Though her eyes held nothing but concern and understanding within the deep Y/E/C irises, her face had the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Well I'd ask if it bothered you snowflake, but it seems that may be redundant at this point," she replied to my earlier question with ease. Her soft hands reached up towards me and wrapped easily around the back of my neck. Almost of their own accord, my own hands found the curve of her waist and held her firmly. In lieu of a response I simply scowled in her direction. She chuckled lightly, and propped herself up on her toes briefly to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before she led me over to her bed and motioned for me to sit. I complied, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, and she ensured we were settled against the head of the mattress before she spoke again.

"Loki, are you...jealous of Tigger?" she questioned. Her tone was very matter-of-fact, but the ghost of a smirk still lingered on her face. I felt my face flood with heat, and though I'd like to blame the color on anger I was certain she could tell that I was embarrassed. Though she was largely correct, I was struck with the ridiculousness of the statement as I heard it tumble from her lips. Glancing away from her expectant gaze I mumbled out a response, though I wasn't entirely sure what it was.

Her gentle fingers moved slightly around my head, delicately stroking the skin of my neck and face until her soft palms rested against the sides of my face. She applied the gentlest pressure to my cheek, forcing me to look her in the eyes once more. I reluctantly complied.

"Because if you are," she continued. "I'm sure I'd have to tell you just how insane that is. Outside of the fact that Tigger is a cat and you are my not-so-human boyfriend, the idea that there's anyone or anything I'd want to spend time with more than you is just completely inaccurate. He's a baby, and he needs a lot of my attention that's all. Since you haven't been coming around much I just assumed you were busy with other things lately -- never once did it cross my mind that I was the reason I hadn't seen you much."

I felt my furrowed brows relax slightly. Stupid and petty as my feelings may be, I couldn't deny that hearing such reassurances straight from the one person I truly cared for had taken away a considerable amount of unease from my mind. I exhaled a long breath and shifted unconsciously deeper into Y/N's hold.

"Regardless I'm truly, very sorry that I made you think I was choosing something else over you. I would never want to hurt you like that, or make you feel like you aren't the most important person in my life."

Her worried gaze was still locked firmly on my face as she spoke. Though the majority of my chest was filled with a feeling of relief from her admission, there was a twinge of guilt lurking deep within my stomach. I often forgot just how caring and gentle Y/N could be and this may have been one such occasion. Of course she latched onto the feeble creature -- was that not what she did with me as well? It was simply a part of her nature to care for the weak or disadvantaged.

I frowned once more as my mind reeled with the realization of my own selfishness. Y/N clearly mistook my expression however, and I could see the guilt in her eyes as she spoke up once more.

"I can ask Peter if there anyway he can watch him for a bit, maybe just give us some time alone. Or maybe --"

"No." I cut her off abruptly once again. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she opened her mouth to reply. My own finger came up to her face fast as lightning to silence what would undoubtedly be more apologies.

"Dearest, clearly the fault is not on your end in this case," I started, hoping to ease her mind. "We both know I often, shall we say, struggle with expressing my thoughts at times. Of course you wish to care for the kitten, just as you care for everything in your life. I was wrong to assume your affections were completely diverted and for not mentioning my feelings sooner. For both, I am truly sorry."

Her expression softened at my apologies, face relaxing under my hand as I spoke. She smiled a small grin of appreciation before thrusting herself forward and deeper into my arms. I let out a small 'oomf' at the force of her body attaching to mine, but regardless my arms wound their way around her frame and I cradled her to my chest. She sighed in contentment, and we stayed in this position for a few moments before I felt her chuckle against my body. I pulled my head back just enough to give her a questioning look.

"I'm sorry," she giggled, face alight with mischief and glee. "Did the big, fearsome Loki just say he was sorry?"

However unintentionally I felt my face heat up once more, although this time it wasn't from anger. I rolled my eyes lightly before smirking down at Y/N's smiling face.

"If I were you, I'd mark this day down in your memory, as it isn't likely to be said again anytime soon," came my dry response.

I heard Y/N's melodious giggle from where her face was pressed against my body, sending delicious sparks of happiness across my frame. Outside of that, her only response to my statement was nuzzling deeper into my body -- a welcome action that I easily reciprocated. My eyelids closed as we settled ourselves into a comfortable silence, content to simply be in one another's presence. I hummed, utterly at peace with my current position, when I heard a tiny mewl from nearby.

Opening just one eye, I saw a curious little face near mine. Tigger had evidently decided it was now safe enough to venture close to where Y/N and I laid. He was pawing hesitantly back and forth across my lap, eyes assessing me with tentative curiosity as he made tiny circles around my stomach. I chuckled at the feeling of his impossibly tiny paws kneading my lower belly as he settled into a lying position. Y/N opened her eyes at my amused chuckle and shot me a sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I can take him somewhere else. I think Peter's around, he'd probably watch him for a bit."

I shook my head, placing a small kiss to her forehead and placing a hand on Tigger's ears.

"It's alright love. I meant what I said when I was sorry -- he didn't do anything wrong, he simply wishes to be around you as much as possible. Obviously, that is a trait we both share, and I think I could expend a bit more energy in attempting to bond with Tigger." I answered genuinely. The kitten purred loudly in response, inching his body further up my chest until he was resting just beside Y/N's face. He closed his eyes sleepily, and curled into my body constantly as he slept.

Y/N grinned widely, her lovely face alight with such genuine love and glee that I was taken aback at her beauty. She placed a sweet kiss to my lips in thanks before returning to her place on my chest. I closed my eyes once more, smile firmly in place as I lied quietly and revelled in the peaceful moment.

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Beat This Summer - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

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Nolan Sorrento + 47: “Dogs don’t wear clothes!” Requested by @mysticaltimemachinewench

Author’s Note: Okay, this one took a little time. And I was already thinking of a vacation premise with Nolan, then kinda worked the dogs into it - and then *bam* this one hit me-! Also while doing all my research it all kinda just fell into place and I couldn’t believe how perfectly. Please enjoy! 😁 @mendelskrull - Shoutout for your help around vacationing in Sorrento, I hope I did it justice!

Beat This Summer - Brad Paisley

Disclaimer: RPO characters not mine / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / a teeny-tiny reference to Tron Legacy for those that haven’t seen it

Premise: While on a much needed vacation in Italy, Nolan Sorrento decides he’s the dog fashion police.

Words: 2746

Warnings: N/A - a slight sexual reference and he’s drinking.

_____ Like the Ferris wheel goes around and around Well the trouble with up is there's always a down First I'm holding your hand and we're on the boardwalk There's heaven right here on these streets and these docks But the sun keeps setting and the days go fast And the sand on the beach is like an hourglass And I can just feel it, I'm slipping away And babe, I can already say As long as I live, whatever I do As great as it is you know what's a bummer I ain't never gonna beat this summer with you Baby, it's true The taste in your kiss is so bittersweet I ain't gonna beat, no way I'm gonna beat this summer with you Maybe I know that it ain't over yet So let's make the most of what we have left But it's hard living for this moment we're in Knowing it's all gonna end Looking at you, girl, standing there, Got your wayfarer's on and the sun in your hair And just like the song in a seashell, you'll be stuck in mind Bouncing around in my head And baby, I can tell As long as I live, whatever I do Baby, it's true I ain't gonna beat, no way I'm gonna beat this summer with you

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It won’t always be like this... you found yourself thinking as you sat there outside that little cafe. Even if you wished it could be. Even if part of you felt like you never wanted to leave. He would have to - you didn’t see them letting him run the company from here... and Nolan didn’t have anything with him to help him run the company. Besides a tablet - which he was allowed to check once a day for anything urgent and then you hid it away again.

The holiday had been your suggestion. Nolan looked like he needed a break, in your opinion he also more than deserved it. He’d worked so hard for so long and neither of you had had a proper holiday for at least a year. In fact, a rather lasting memory for you was that he blew off the last vacation for something that IOI “urgently” needed him for and you had to go alone. Even though you were away and relaxing, it was one of your worst weeks. This time, no wasn’t an option. Nolan Sorrento was coming on holiday with you and unwinding, even if he complained the whole time; and what better place to go than Italy. Sorrento, Italy, of course! You could only assume that given the namesake his ancestral lineage would trace back here. Nolan didn’t complain even once - he didn’t even roll his eyes when you suggested it as a place to go. He’d been once before, but not with you, and he’d been younger then. Before everything in the world had turned fairly dystopian. Sorrento was still fairly untouched by that though; still a popular tourist destination (for those that could afford such things). There were the occasional VR headsets, but you hadn’t seen one IOI advert. Life was better here - another reason why you thought Nolan might be acting more settled. You made the note in the back of your head that maybe moving to Europe would be a good plan, in future, even if you had to wait until he retired and IOI were using him as a chairman (bonus if he looked a little like Alan in Tron Legacy. You could visualise that; wondering for a second what Nolan would look like with glasses).

You’d had a really fantastic holiday so far, and you still had a few days left... but you were already worried about it ending. Sad that he’d soon enough be slipping back into a suit at some ungodly hour in the morning and kissing you goodbye until just as ridiculously late in the evening. That made you more determined to sit and enjoy it while you could. And whilst you sat here staring at him this morning sipping coffee and red wine (Yes. Really. - but of course your wine connoisseur was going to do such a thing ‘My dear! This is Italy!’ and you teasing back, with what you had learned about the city you were visiting ‘But then surely you should be sipping limoncello?!’, ending with Nolan giving you a sharp look), you couldn’t help but reminisce your holiday.

It hadn’t all been picturesque squares and coastline – although the Amalfi coast was known for that – in Sorrento itself you’d had the opportunity to visit small museums (art and archaeological), pretty churches and colonnades, go down to the bay and marina to sit and watch the boats sail in and out across the sea, probably about every ice cream parlour that Nolan would allow you to drag him into, and quaint shopping streets, including market day – a tradition not broken by the state of the world and maybe one of your favourite days so far. Of course you hadn’t missed the opportunity to watch Limoncello being produced and the reason Nolan had probably given you such a look was because you continued to make the same joke every time he ordered wine instead – despite his insistence that wine from Campania was still fantastic. Outside of the city you’d been able to get a little more cultural; Naples, Pompeii, Vesuvius where you could both wax lyrical about ancient history together – a mutual interest - and Sorrento was also near a quiet marine reserve with stunning views of its own. And as if all that wasn’t enough on its own, he’d also whisked you across the water to the ever popular island of Capri. You felt a million miles from what you were used to in Columbus; it couldn’t have been any wonder why you wanted to stay here.

You were only slightly snapped back to reality by the waiter coming to check on things; you use the word slightly because, although it had taken you out of your daydreams, Nolan was now speaking Italian. And you were fast discovering there was no better sound in the universe - you didn’t think you’d ever been so besotted with something so completely in your life. You were talking full on heart eyes. You didn’t understand much of it, but it just sounded so good with that voice of his. You shuddered slightly in delight and you could tell he’d caught it from the corner of his eye because Nolan smirked - even if his full attention was on the back and forth banter. More than once you’d thought about being brave enough to ask him to use it in far more intimate situations. Maybe tonight. Tonight you were going to the best drinks terrace in the city to watch the sunset - Nolan’s words, still after everywhere he’d taken you so far, you’d believe him - yet you’re craving of it would have to wait, even though he’d would continue using Italian all day. The café you were sitting in was on Plaza Tasso, lined with little places like this you weren’t sure how Nolan managed to determine that this was also the best one. Perhaps because he’d been before; but he probably wasn’t far wrong. In the late morning sun, you were sure that this was about to drift its way into early lunch as Nolan hadn’t had an inkling of giving you a rundown of his planned day. He had no inclination to move right now either and leant back in his chair for a minute with a smile. He'd looked good all holiday, but there was something about him in the sun right now; in a nice button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and shorts – Nolan’s shades were back in his hair and the constant bright weather has turned it a beautiful silver grey. You would also attribute the sun today to how dazzling the blue in his eyes looked and, as a further blessing that was only making you sit and swoon harder, his freckles were out… ‘Oh god… oh my god… he’s so beautiful!’ You were sitting to the table leaning on your hands and hanging onto every word he said, even when you didn’t understand the language. Until Nolan turned those eyes on you, biting his lip as he smiled and traced his gaze over you – telling you how great you looked today. Your face was heating up and that, in particular, had nothing to do with the hot sunshine, you were beaming so much your face was aching, and he knew it. So Nolan spent his time trying to make you smile more, and laugh more, to the point where you were forced to cover your face and yet that only made him turn up the sweet talk. “Please… Nolan! A girl can only take so much.” “Uh huh…” He grinned with a little wink, “And yet,” Nolan indicated around him, “In a city as beautiful as this, it’s clear to me that the most stunning sight is right in front of me.” “NOLAN!!” You could only imagine the shade of red you were turning. “Aw, come now, Y/N, don’t deny it.” You would; you were never one for taking compliments without hiding behind your hands. Nolan at best would deflect them with a bashful smile, but usually gave you a look that told you to please carry on. Today Nolan was content on giving them, he was receiving enough just from the looks you were giving him. He would revel in that attention; and couldn’t help but be a little smug about it. You were content to sit in silence and stare at him; but Nolan did eventually get to telling you about what he was thinking your day would entail – with the promise of that terrace this evening though, it was certainly going to be a more relaxing day. You were ready for that and would have been content to stay with him in bed all day – you weren’t going to complain though when he was a vision in sunlight. Sweet talk and small talk persisted as you continued to sip your drinks, and soon enough the table was filled with empty glasses and cups, and Nolan was asking for the lunch menu. No, moving on was happening no time soon – and you were still enamoured with each other. Just about the time you started thinking that though, Nolan’s eyeline moved from you to just behind, and he raised an eyebrow. You probably wouldn’t have noticed, if his coffee cup hadn’t been half way to his lips – now frozen. “What?” You looked in the direction he was staring but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nolan had other ideas. “Hold on. What!?” You watched his eyes follow a woman and a dog and wondered why he looked so incensed. To you she looked like a typical Italian woman, dressed well – maybe a little too well to be walking through town with a dog, but each to their own – with a dog walking obediently on a lead. Nolan’s voice very nearly pitched; "No! That’s not right-! What is going on-!!?” You raised an eyebrow at him and then looked back; the dog itself was also dressed: dress shirt, waistcoat, bow tie. And you leant on your hand again with a smile; “Aww!! It’s so cute!” Nolan immediately snorted, “NO it’s not-! Dogs don’t wear clothes-!” Oh, that was his problem-!? It was making you think back to when you were younger and the dog you used to have, he had many outfits that you loved to dress him up in: from the cute, to sophisticated, to absolutely hysterical. They were fond memories, and you found yourself smiling as you reminisced; “When I was growing up I had a dog: we used to dress him up and it was so sweet!” You saw Nolan cringe out of the corner of your eye and you wondered if he was cringing at the scenario in front of him, or the fact that he’d said such a thing and with your anecdote he’d probably felt as if he’d screwed up big time. You wouldn’t hold it against him, but maybe you wouldn’t tell him that for a while – and you’d let him stew with the embarrassment. He cleared his throat, sliding his shades down over his eyes so you didn’t catch them emoting; “If you say so…” “I do-! It’s just a fine-looking lady with a handsome dog-! What’s wrong with that-!? Who made you the killjoy police?! Or are you the fashion police?” “I think I lost fashion police status a little while ago.” “Or you’re a rookie.” You thought on it, “The suits are sharp. Your intern days… ehhhhh… But I’ll forgive you, everyone has a glow up no matter how late.” He tried to keep a straight face but gave in and chuckled, “Thanks-!” Your eyes were drawn to the sound of barking from the other side of the plaza, and you realised that this dressed dog was not alone. In fact there were many well-dressed Italians walking well-dressed dogs; in suits and pretty dresses – a fashion show? For dogs? Surely not! Suddenly you gasped, realising that they were all heading out of the church. A wedding procession! Your hand went to your mouth, because there was no way you were letting Nolan realise how much you were smiling at that. “Oh my god…” He murmured, realising. All the guests and their dogs were dressed beautifully that much was true, but the bride and groom looked flawless. And, as you might expect, their dogs were in a matching dress and suit. You wouldn’t be surprised if they were essentially the best man and flower girl. But the matching really got you – and the whole idea was wonderful. The guests had been allowed to bring their dogs; and had dressed them appropriately. And with the sun shining down on them today, the wedding party looked glorious – they were all so happy and smiling. And the bride and groom looked so in love. You immediately looked over to your partner, pleased to see this hadn’t gone unnoticed, and despite his protest to the dressed dogs, there was a little smile on his face. Small it might have been, but significant. Nolan recognised the way they were looking at each other to be similar to the way you had both been flirting over these drinks. You wondered if he thought about the possibility of marriage as often as you did. If Nolan was even that traditional… and his smile only broadened as you continued to stare across at him. “You’re missing the pictures you know!” He grinned, still watching the square. “Yes…” You mused, “But, part of me wishes I could take pictures of this.” He laughed, shaking his head, and you saw that small bashful smile he tried to hide; “Uh huh…” You looked back to the dogs again, how cute and happy they looked, feeding off every owners energy – as if they also knew the significance of the day. “But Nolan don’t they look so CUTE!! They’re all dressed so well-!” Nolan picked up his wine glass and took a sip, making you wonder if he really needed a drink for this. He didn’t agree with you, instead he looked across to you – and even behind those shades you knew exactly the look in his eyes. “Don’t get ANY ideas-!!!” You immediately straightened in your chair, attentive to his sentence and its implications; “Are you gonna propose?!” He scoffed, folding his arms to immediately shut your excitement down before it became uncontrollable; “Hell nah! If I was gonna do that I would have done it on the way to Capri!” Ah-! Yes; not only was Capri really beautiful, but Nolan insisted that instead of taking you over on a private boat (you were surprised), you had to go over on a tourist boat. As you had continued to sail towards the island however you realised why, as Nolan took your hand and you found yourselves sailing under a rock formation shaped like a heart. If you didn’t think that was pretty and romantic enough; your guide was not opposed to cranking up the love songs – and then apparently as tradition, all the couples onboard kissed. Which of course Nolan knew, so when the romantic music started and you got a little confused you only had to look to that smirk on his face to know he’d planned this one out too. For the record it was a good kiss, and he held your hand tight, unopposed to stealing more than one. Now he mentioned it, the heart grotto would have been a pretty ideal place to propose to someone. Nolan pressed his fingers to his lips; “Oh god, would that be too cliché?!” Your eyes were wide just thinking on the prospect and the way he now seemed to be in too much denial; “Boy! Say sike! You’re gonna propose!” He totally was, he had to be. Nolan pushed his shades back and turned his gorgeous blue eyes on you. This time he was firm; “No! I’m not! I’m not! Stop it! If that’s what you want, you’ll be disappointed.” You sighed gently, accepting that that wasn’t to be your fate on this holiday, but maybe soon. It was after all a not now, rather than a dead set against it. As you settled down once more to watch the dogs in the wedding party with that pretty, absentminded smile Nolan was only watching you. With a gentle smile of his own; One day I will... darling... I promise you, that will be us, one day...

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10/16! More than half way! Home Stretch time!! Thank you for reading!!! 💜💙

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shurisu · 4 years

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Baku-Zodiac & My observations on the OG Team (2/2)

Aand with this one we are wrapping all up the OG team.I want to make a post about the new vestroia team as well.

Marucho:Here is the sunshine baby of group, i think he shows the pisces traits most.He doesn't let go of his kind and thoughtful nature even in hardest situations .Marucho is that one friend that breaks the tension between others by showing his love directly and making them to do so.He always tries to see the best in people but that can make him gullible in some cases.(Basically the whole case with Ren).Still it was his pure heart and intelligence that helped to keep the team sticked together. (Especially from the 2nd season, after girls left)

Runo: Aaand our fiery bluehead Runo.Not having to think about much over, i think she definetely falls into the Aries sign.Just like most of the Aries girls she likes challenges(whether they are the one doing it or they are the one being challenged against).Can be very stubborn , wears her heart on her sleeve and of course -the basic aries trait- she is much of a tomboy.Runo can have ��hard time showing her exact feelings (mostly showing her love towards dan and others) ,has teeny tiny -lol- anger issues ,but her friends know that that's what makes her Runo.The honest,brave and witty friend that you would always want by your side.

Shun: Lastly Shun.Shun is one of the most closeted characters in the show.At first he seems like the “i-am-so-cool-and-stoic” archetype because of his usually poker-faced and silent state but when he is talking with the ones he trusts most (like skyress) or when he would get very angry & sad then his true colors come out; he is actually the type of person that experiences their feelings intensely.

Shun is also very cunning.His intelligence not just makes him one of the best strategists but also makes him aware of his surroundings. This ability helps him to read into social situations very quickly- thus he doesn't get fooled easily- .So all of these qualities considered, he would be a scorpio.

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pinknerdpanda · 4 years

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Perfect

Characters: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,006 (including lyrics) Warnings: Fluff, self-doubt, a teeny-tiny bit of angst if you squint, flustered!Dean, the song “Baby It’s Cold Outside” (see A/N 2 after the story) Requested by: @sandlee44 Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul

A/N: This was written for my Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles - though this is decidedly not a drabble. Ya’ll...I just have too much to say to be concise. Brevity is not my strong suit and, for that, I apologize. Ok, I lied. I’m not sorry. Enjoy a little Dean fluff this holiday season.

Perfect

Dean scrubbed a hand down his face, surveying the labors of his work. He’d spent the last two hours meticulously arranging and rearranging the room. He still wasn’t happy with the way the fuzzy, white blanket was draping across the arm of the sofa. It was too...something.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered under his breath as he picked up the blanket, shook it out and placed it again. He wanted it to look perfect without appearing like he’d spent too much time making it seem that way.

The candles had been the most difficult part of the setup. At first he’d lined them up fastidiously, spending way too long making sure they formed a crisp line around the couch. Taking a step back, he’d hated it and fought the urge to toss every last candle into the snow. After searching online for the most aesthetically pleasing configuration, he’d chosen to group them in odd numbers in various spots around the space.

There weren’t many things Dean Winchester had spent this much time agonizing about. Then again, there weren’t many things worth the effort.

But you were.

He’d fallen hard over a game of pool a year ago. You’d kicked his ass and laughed when he asked for double or nothing. The mischievous gleam in your eye as you sauntered away from him had his heart in knots and his mouth dry as sand. He’d been falling ever since.

He’d wanted to ask you out for months, now, but somehow always found his courage failing him. He felt ridiculous; he fights demons and monsters every day of his life, for Christsakes, but you - with your shiny hair and bad dad jokes - had him shaking in his scuffed boots.

Until last night.

The hunt had almost ended badly. The vampires turned out to be shacked up with a coven of witches and their combined power had sent you both reeling. But, you’d both made it out with minor scrapes and bruises and a hell of a lot of dead monsters in your wake. When he found you wiping blood off your chin with a dirty bandana you’d dug out of the trunk, the words had come out of his mouth before he had the chance to stop them. Maybe it was a lifetime of what-ifs and abandoned futures, or maybe it was the thought that he could have very nearly lost you before knowing the feeling of your lips against his, but the courage he’d been lacking met him head-on. Well, sort of.

“Y/n, I know this isn’t the best time,” he’d ducked his head, bashfulness trying to crawl it’s way out, “but I really like you. I know this life is messy and there’s no promise of what tomorrow will bring...I mean, I guess that’s true for everyone, not just hunters. Although, it definitely holds true for people like us. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I mean it’s almost Christmas, and they say it’s one of the most romantic times of the year. And if you’re not interested, I’ll never mention it again, but I think you might be…”

You’d cut him off, trying to hide a blushing smirk from your face. “I’d love to go out with you, Dean.” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking down. “I was starting to get worried you’d never ask.”

Dean had never been so elated in his whole life.

But that was yesterday.

Today, with the excess adrenaline from the hunt now waned, and his unrealistic expectations of what a perfect first date with you should be, the anxiety was getting the best of him. He’d known immediately that he’d wanted to hang back at the cabin he’d rented rather than go out to a loud bar or busy restaurant. The fact that he already had a romantic fireplace setup was a stroke of luck he’d never expected to have. But now he worried if you’d think the idea too forward. Maybe he should call one of the nearby restaurants to see if they had reservations left.

Dean pulled out his phone to make the call when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock - 7:30 pm. Of course you’d be on time. Dean tucked his phone back into his pocket and rubbed his hands on his jeans. He gave the room another glance and sighed. It’s now or never.

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The chilly December air was thick and froze your breath as soon as it left your lungs. You fiddled anxiously with the hem of your sweater as you waited for Dean to answer the door. If it wasn’t for the glossy black car sitting outside, you’d wonder if you were at the right cabin. Maybe you should have worn something nicer, but Dean had been vague about the details of your date, so you opted for comfort - a pair of jeans, an oversized sweater and tall boots - over fashion. Standing here at his door, however, you wished you’d dressed up a little more.

Just as you raised your hand to knock again, the door swung wide, startling you. Dean smiled, and you were a little relieved to see that he looked just as flustered as you felt. Who’d have thought the Dean Winchester would get nervous about a date.

“Hey,” he breathed, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

“Hey yourself, Winchester.”

Dean stepped back and held his arm out, a silent invitation to come inside.

The cabin was small, but stunning. Flames danced along the tops of dozens of candles spread out across the room. A cream colored, fuzzy, woven blanket hung over the arm of the sofa next to a small wooden table containing two steaming mugs. The room was silent except for the soft crackling of fire devouring a small stack of logs inside the fireplace and the sound of your heart hammering inside your chest.

Dean rubbed his hands down the front of his pants, nervously, and smiled at you. The candlelight flickered across his handsome face as he stepped forward.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, reaching out and running his knuckles down your arm.

You ducked your head and cleared your throat. Your face suddenly felt extremely warm and your pulse jumped behind your ribs.

“So, uh...what’s the plan?”

Dean held out his hand and cocked an eyebrow at you. The air seemed to sizzle with electricity as you placed your palm in his and he led you to the couch.

“Well, I thought - since it’s so cold outside - maybe we could stay in,” he flinched as he motioned for you to sit. “I mean, not that you have to stay here, I know that sounds...you know what? Nevermind, we can just go out, maybe grab a bite to - “

Squeezing his hand, you cut him off. “Dean, stop.” You smiled reassuringly at him as you sat down. “I know what you mean. I think that sounds nice.”

Dean’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a breath before smiling broadly at you. He stood there, looking tenderly down at you, as though in a fog, for several seconds before he snapped abruptly. Shaking his head gently to himself, he took a step toward the pair of mugs on the table and grabbed one in each hand.

“I made you some hot cocoa,” he said, handing you a mug and lowering himself to the seat beside you.

The warm scent of chocolate tickled your nose as you took a small, tentative sip. You hummed in delight.

“This is delicious. Thank you.”

Dean wrapped his hands around his own mug, fingertips playing along the rim as he stared down into it.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice was so low you almost missed it, but you didn’t and his words surprised you. Your cup suspended in midair, the attempted second sip now forgotten as you stared at him, confused.

“What?”

Dean turned the mug between his palms, his brows creased.

“I’ve just,” he paused, his tongue darting out to sweep across his lower lip. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, and I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“What makes you think it’s not?” You brought the cup down, resting it gently on your knee.

“I don’t know. It’s like when I’m with you, I feel like a bumbling idiot. You deserve to be wined and dined and, and, and, ” he paused again, his gaze finally finding yours, “cherished.” He gulped. “But this -” he gestured limply around the room with one hand and looked down again. “ - this just feels awkward. Or something.”

The ceramic clinked against the wood as you set your drink aside. You carefully reached for Dean’s mug, unwrapping his calloused fingers from their hold and depositing his cup next to yours. Dean tensed when your hands closed over his, his mouth falling open slightly.

“Listen. This?” You mirrored his earlier motion. “This is beautiful. You went to a lot of trouble planning this and I feel like a really special girl to be seated on this couch next to you. You’ve got to get out of your head, Winchester.” You smiled warmly at him, gripping his hand a little tighter. “I like you, Dean. A lot. So whatever pressure you’re putting on yourself to impress me? Just forget it, ok?”

Dean’s lips pressed together in a tight line, his brows still creased, but he nodded. He pulled his hands from your grip and stood. Your heart dropped a little as he turned from you and walked across the room. A few seconds later, the quiet was replaced with music and Dean stood in front of you, offering you his hand again. Two singers began their gentle, musical debate, a song you loved despite the kerfuffle in recent years surrounding it.

I really can't stay (but baby, it's cold outside) I've got to go away (but baby, it's cold outside) This evening has been (been hoping that you'd drop in) So very nice (I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)

“May I have this dance?” He crooned, his face having relaxed somewhat and his lips curved in a shy smile.

As Dean pulled you gently to your feet, the firelight glowed in his eyes, making their green depths twinkle in the darkness. He rested one hand on your waist and held your right hand with the other. Your fingers splayed across his back as you pressed in close to him, following his lead as he swayed with the music. Sighing, you rested your head against his shoulder and you felt him take a deep breath.

You smiled against the fabric of his shirt, and couldn’t stop yourself from singing along.

You've really been grand But don't you see?

Dean dropped his head to rest against yours as he joined you, quietly singing along with the responses to the woman’s half-hearted protests.

There's bound to be talk tomorrow (think of my lifelong sorrow) At least there will be plenty implied (if you got pneumonia and died)

Pulling back, you looked up into his beautiful eyes, unwilling to resist the smile playing along your lips as you sang the last lines together.

I really can't stay (get over that old out) Baby, it's cold Baby, it's cold outside

Dean beamed down at you, his face mere inches from yours. Without giving yourself the chance to back out, you leaned up, placing a chaste, but lingering kiss against his lips. Dean’s grip on your waist tightened gently as you broke apart, his eyes flicking anxiously as he looked at you. The second kiss was anything but chaste, your lips parting as he pulled you tighter against him and sighed into your mouth.

Another song began but you’d stopped swaying, both of you lost in the taste and feel of each other. When you pulled apart a time later, Dean closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours and sighing happily.

“Dean?”

His eyelashes fluttered open, his pupils wide as he looked at you.

“This is perfect.”

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A/N 2: Look, I know everyone has feelings about this song, and I’m not here to debate it. I think I got an ask last year telling me not to write about this again because the song is “problematic.” I understand the concerns regarding consent and though I see the song differently, I know some people have a problem with it. Just understand, this is the third year in a row I’ve gotten a request to write a fic with this song, and I’m simply fulfilling the request of a lovely follower. I hope you understand. Thank you!

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diardiarmylove · 4 years

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The Other Mark

So I did some small research and apparently 1994 is when Zero occurred and Cu Chulainn played on Stay Night, which is I believe is 2004? So for plot’s sake let’s make it that Dia got summoned in 2004, since I’m grouchy with years not aligning with character ages. Did some math and the sibling’s age is figured out, Amane 22 and Caster is 27 [He still celebrates even if he no longer ages, what a baby.].

also yea, I love making my oc’s suffer to form a strong character. sorry, I just enforce them.

Attempted Angst(?),. I watched a teeny tiny bit of Fate Zero, just where he got stabbed by his own spear. (rip man) Planned on making it three-way, y’know since Cu, but I just really wanna adore Dia bby. Also Caster is not here because in this AU she summons it around fifth/sixth singularity. Also uh, open ending cause I’m not done in America Singularity.

AU : Soulmate AU. Both Parties Swaps Scars And The Pain With It, It Will Fade from their Body By 18 And The Destined Partners Would Swap Scars, depending on the damage, the other end of the stick would feel it, may also vary. The wound would fade if their soulmate die, and depending on their age, they’d receive the pain, then the scar, sometimes both at once.

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Fate is truly cruel, no?

Soul marks sometimes show their partner’s experiences, through words, or by wounds. Other soulmates have first words, timers, red strings, matching bracelet, yet she had such a awful soul mark. She feels guilty that all the scars she gained training and honing every weapon she own in her arsenal; the little mistakes that could’ve ended her life had she been less careful.

She eventually forgot, as the Grand Order became a priority. She would remember sometimes, when she watched the doctor stitch and stare for reactions. She knew her scar wouldn’t fade. Her soulmate is dead, after all. They died one night in 2004, when she was ten, alone and was nothing more than a guinea pig for her parent’s sick curiosity.

Their next Singularity was America, precisely, 1780′s. Was when her burn faded and stab wound found exactly between the valley of her breast.

Of all the things Amane had to be reminded that her soulmate exist, was through a large burn like star between her chest, it looked like someone shot her heart with a burning arrow, the only difference was a large vertical scar the centers that burn.

It was the exact wound she felt as a child.

Relief washed over her soul at the sight. She sobbed when she saw it, they stayed there for thirty minutes to an hour. Mash beside her, who did her best comfort her Master.

“Senpai? What’s wrong?”, She said in an alert tone.

“My soulmate, Mash.”, She smiled as she cried in relief, “My soulmate’s alive. They’re a-alive..!”, she sobbed, before finally crashing to the Shielder’s arms. Mash placed her shield down, and cradled her master as she slowly sank to ground, sobbing in joy.

She remembers when it happened. Smiling through a painful memory as she clenched her chest.

Amane was seven when she learned her gift, her parents joined an operation that investigates mages nature two years ago. They would summon Heroic Spirits to create Demi-Servants. With the failure of such, they moved on to their next project.

Studying the nature of Advanced Mages, the kind of mage Amane and her brother is. His brother had indestructible barriers and his sister gained an ability to will daggers and knives. They made a mistake showing their parents.

They were then chosen, along with a few candidates. But after a report their parents passed to the higher ups, they were priority subjects.

When then denied, their parents gaslights them to obeying, to apologizing, to participating. Gruesome Experiments were ensued from there, and they were only eight and thirteen years old.

Eventually, a serious experiments failed drastically, and it brought her brother with it, he was fifteen.

They shrugged his death off, and just threw him away. And they hard scoped on the next best thing. Her.

During that duration, Amane’s wounds would disappear. The scientists believed this was because her soulmate being a newly adult and is suddenly taking the blows of what her body is suffering. For some reason, that was the last time she felt relief.

The doctors told her that there was a high chance it was her soulmate. Not like she’ll meet them, they said. The ultimate challenge for her would be to kill them, and feel the pain of her soulmate’s life fading away. The last piece that will complete her creation.

Fate got ahead of them, of course, she would.

Her hope died when she felt like she was stab through the chest. A phantom pain, of what felt like she’d been stabbed by a spear. She was ten. No one helped her. That was the end of her two months worth of relief and she knew she was truly alone. Her soulmate had died.

She stayed in that horrid laboratory for three years more. During that time, she was forced to expand her current mana pool, basically overexerting her use on magic. She fainted and woke up after a week.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was the experiments they performed. She knew they wanted her to be a weapon.

She was the only candidate to make a human version of a heroic spirit, especially with her skill set.

She was put into a room where she had to stay in place and make a barrier for as long as the gunner shoot magic infused bullets, she wasn’t allowed to will a sword to kill the gunner, nor is she allowed to deflect. She failed that test, and resulted a 3rd degree burn on the outer side of her arm.

She was injected with vials of unknown substances.

That was their mistake.

On her final day in that laboratory, she didn’t saw her parents, they became nothing more than silhouettes wearing coats, and Amane finally killed them before ran with all her life, hoping to get to the other end of the country, where she can be safe. She didn’t care if someone doesn’t take her in, all she cared was to get away.

After she knew she was safe, she focused on honing her abilities. Which miraculously help her end up in Chaldea, tested to be a Master Candidate.

Which led her here, in America, after clearing four singularities, with a present from fate that her significant other was suddenly alive. That would be impossible right? They died in 2004. Are they a Heroic Spirit? Most probably.

She had to shake her thought off. She’s on a mission that will change the world. She stray now and she will no more than a traitor to Humanity.

She then met up with Florence Nightingale, who is a Berserker Class Heroic Spirit, and the veteran nurse, after she fainted. Florence attempted to cut her scar open, until Mash explained it significance and their job in this singularity.

And it finally led them here.

In the field.

Where Florence aids the wounded as they face off against Celtic Soldiers led by two Lancer Class Heroic Spirit. Fionn Mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

A long fight ended with their victory, until Fionn decided to join. Before they can begin however, Fionn stopped. He stopped and stared as his ally’s injuries fade, as if nothing happened.

“Diarmuid, your wounds.”, Fionn muttered, and Diarmuid looks at his body. The only injury that remained was the scars on his arms and hands, along with the large burn on the outer side of his left arm.

They weren’t able to analyze further, as they heard a choked gasp, and all attention went to the Master.

Gold eyes met wide gradient eyes, as her white clothes suddenly became bloody from the inside. The only thing he saw was her muttering a word before she collapsed.

“Senpai!”, Mash drops her shield, to catch the girl’s front, while Florence held her up from behind.

The two Lancers watched and held their men in place, as Florence slowly laid the Master’s body to the ground, and Mash giving Amane what bit of mana she can offer. Florence finally pulls out a knife and tears the uniform off. The damage done shocked Mash and the Berserker.

“Lancer, your wounds.”, Florence starts, “It went to her body, the damage of a heroic spirit must’ve shocked her body.”

“What?”, the doctor said in a worried tone. “You’re right! Her vitals are haywire, she must’ve went into shock when the fresh injuries appeared in her body from Diarmuid’s! She’s still conscious! Hang in there, Amane!”

Diarmuid froze before focusing on the Master’s unconscious body. He wanted to know, what curse made him unknowingly hurt someone.

“Diarmuid.”, Fionn commands.

“My liege.”, Diarmuid looked hurt, he was guilty. “I must know. Whatever curse has been placed on me.. that made that Master take the blunt of my injuries..”, all he could blame was the scars and burns that appeared in his body the moment he was summoned.

Mash stared at the Lancer’s state. The injuries she and Florence inflicted were truly gone, except very particularly placed scars. Some were from when the doctor would stitch her after a Singularity. Some were when she found the scars on one of her arms after being almost burned by Fafnir, but only catching a portion of her sleeve. And a very particularly large burn, she saw too many times on her Master’s arm that faded when they arrived at the Singularity.

Mash had a mission, and that included her Master’s well being.

“Were you perhaps.. Stabbed in the chest once?”, She watched as the guilt-filled Spirit froze even further.

“I-I was... For the duration of when I summoned, I kept receiving injuries. That was two months.”, Diarmuid gulped.

“Amane’s vitals are stabilizing! Wh-- Amane, what are you doing!? Rest!”, they heard Roman’s stern tone, and Mash turned back to her Master, and watched as she stood up, her teared and bloody top slipping off her arms, leaving her in nothing more than a gray sports bra.

They still as she struggled to get up, eventually summoning a halberd, and slammed it on the ground before leaning on it.

In that very position, was a very familiar vertical stab aligned perfectly between the valley of her breast, surrounded by a burn that looked like a brown star on her chest.

They watched as her body began healing itself, what remained were the stab wounds, as they became a scar. She finally raised her head and shakily sigh, before she giggled.

“Do you have any idea how alone I was after you left the world precisely twelve years ago, soulmate?”

#diarmuid ua duibhne #lancer diarmuid #fate grand order #fate grand order oc #fate scenarios #Works From 12 AM Onwards #mash kyrielight #berserker florence #florence nightingale #fionn mac cumhail

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Two Of Us

In which Peter Parker watches over you after a new threat to the avengers emerges. With just the two of you, who knows what could happen.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Sexual References, Eventual Smut, Strong Language

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"Dad!" You called through the compound. You peeked your head into different rooms looking for your father, he was a hard man to miss, being the God of Thunder and all. "Yes my love" you heard him respond from the kitchen. Finally; sometimes you resented how huge the compound was. "I wanted to eat breakfast with you" you spoke, sitting down at the island next to him. He smiled down at you, pulling you to his side. He loved you more than anything in the world. After losing literally all of his family he cherished you deeply. Your father genuinely was your best friend.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked standing up and walking to fridge. "Hmmm, how about some eggs and bacon" you hummed. You wanted something quick. He was leaving for a mission with the other avengers tonight and you wanted to spend some time with him before he left. Thor hummed in approval at your pick. He was about to say something when Natasha and Steve walked in. "Goodmorning!" They both chirped in unison. "Aww best friend goals!" You laughed, you jumped when another voice joined in laughing with you. It was Peter. You felt proud that you had made him laugh. You weren't afraid to admit that you had a teeny-tiny crush on the boy. How could you not? He was handsome, sweet, funny and extremely smart. Plus he was the only other person your age at the compound, so there's that.

"Ahh, Goodmorning friends. Would you like breakfast?" Your dad offered to the bunch as they all sat down as well. "Sounds great, thanks" Steve replied, flicking on the T.V to watch the news. "Ugh, old man. No one wants to watch the news" Natasha wines grabbing the remote. She was about to change the channel when suddenly static covered the screen before cutting to the image of a masked man sitting with his hands clasped together. You all stopped to look a the strange spectacle on the screen. "This is a message for the avengers. You're time is up. Earth will be reclaimed..." all of you furrowed your brows not believing your eyes.

The man continued on, and Natasha quickly began hooking up equipment you assumed to try and track the source of the signal. The man began naming each avenger individually. "Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, and Tony Stark. Surrender now or lose what you hold dearest. There's no need for children to die" The room went silent as the broadcast cut out. "How the hell did he know about the Kids" Steve wondered aloud. You wanted to interject that actually you were legally considered an adult but you figured now probably wasn't the time.

"Was I hallucinating or did you guys just see that too?" Tony asked walking into the kitchen with you all. "We saw it" Peter spoke, looking over at you. He was trying to gage your reaction. Someone had just threatened your life. "We need to get the kids out of here, I'll take Morgan and Y/N to Clint's until we figure this out" Tony began, already piecing a plan together. "No, we should split them up. They're like sitting ducks if we keep them together" Natasha disagreed. "Clint is home with his children. They should be okay for a little while. I haven't noticed any breeches. Tony you should send Morgan with Pepper as soon as possible, as far away as possible" she continued. The group all nodded in approval.

“Pepper is on vacation with her sister in Guam, even if I send the quinjet it’s going to take at least a day and a half for her to get here” Tony sighed. “And Y/N-” you cut Natasha off before she could finish. “I’m an adult and I can take care of myself, you guys never have any faith in me. I’m stronger than you think” Being the daughter of the God of thunder came with a few perks, like being able to control all weather. Not very well yet but you had a decent handle on it. Enough to fend for yourself in a dangerous situation. “This is not a game” your father spoke, voice low. “Now is not the time to try and prove yourself daughter” his voice a little softer this time.

“Y/N’s got a point, she can hold her own for a day or two. And frankly, the compound might be the safest place for her right now, until we get some sort of lead. She and Morgan can stay here until Pepper gets home, and then we can send them to more secure locations” Tony spoke and you smiled at his words. Not only did he believe in your strength, he was trusting you to look over Morgan. He’d always been like an uncle to you, and one of the closet to you of the avengers besides Natasha and Peter. Though you loved everyone dearly, he saw your interest in technology and science and taught you many things through long days in the lab with him, and sometimes Peter as well.

You glanced at your father, his face was impassive. “Dad I’ll be fine” you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m just not comfortable leaving you here with just Morgan.” He muttered looking in your eyes.

“I’ll stay with her” Peter spoke up, sending you a smile. Your heart raced at the thought of being in the compound with just you and Peter; and Morgan of course. You rarely had alone time. Your father was still hesitant but agreed. “Great, Princess Storm and Underoos will hold down the fort while we’re gone” Tony clapped his hands together. You rolled your eyes at the goofy nicknames Tony had for the two of you. “Just don’t let Morgan eat candy for breakfast or something” Tony laughed, he always found a way to lighten the mood.

Your father and the rest of the avengers left to go get started on a mission outline, except Peter. “Looks like we’ve got baby duty” Peter laughed sitting down next to you. “Don’t let Morgan hear you call her a baby she’d lose her mind” you reply, looking over at him. His hair was a little messy, sticking up on his head. He still looked gorgeous though. He wore a tight white t shirt that complimented his tan, and grey sweats. You could see the outline of his abs through his shirt and the outline of something else in his pants. Someone had just threatened to kill you and you were staring at his dick. You shook your head, bringing your eyes back to his face. You were grateful he hadn’t seemed to have noticed where your gaze was just a few seconds ago. “She really is a character, I told her I thought you looked pretty the other day and she said ‘well duh your a bug and she’s a princess. Of course you do’ What four year old comes up with something like that?” He asked.

You rose an eyebrow, “you think I’m pretty, Parker” you asked. “I think you’re beautiful” he shrugged. “A year ago you told me my haircut made look like a lesbian farmer!” You shouted, pushing his shoulder. “Well it did! You were a pretty lesbian farmer though. But a lot has changed in a year..” he trailed off before pretending to push up his imaginary boobs. “Oh my God” you exclaimed. You had...developed a lot more. You went from a scrawny teen to a solid woman, your hips had widened and chest filled out. Even your face had matured. “A lot has changed with you too” you smirked, gesturing to his body. You ran a finger down his chest, letting it slide down until you reached the waistline of his pants.

He stopped your hand, letting out a nervous chuckle. “We have an audience” he mumbled, nodding his head for you to look behind you. A smile grew across your face & you stood at the sight of Morgan. “Y/N!” She squealed, running to you. You scooped her up, and squeezed her in a hug. “I missed you. I love your hugs” she murmured, burying her face into your neck. “I love her hugs too!” Peter bellowed, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind. He pressed his erection into your ass before whispering in your ear, “This is going to be a fun couple of days”

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PART 2!!!

okay so I’m thinking about turning this into my first miniseries, fluff with Peter, Morgan and you. And of course, it couldn’t be my work without lots of smut! I wanna do another miniseries as well so send me in ideas if you want! Let me know if you’re interested in this concept or if I should just make a part two and be done! Love you all❤️

#peter parker x you #peter parker preference #peter parker #peter #peter parker smut #peter smut #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagine #avengers smut #avengers #tom holland #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #thor #miniseries #smut #tom holland smut

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gukptune · 5 years

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baby boy → jungkook

↠ Pairing: jungkook x reader

↠ Genre: sub!jungkook, smut, slice of life

↠ Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, baby talk, sub jk, switch reader, masturbation, fingering, timid/shy jk, sexual exploration

∴ Plot Summary: Jungkook’s never been one that expresses his emotions very well, but in a moment of awakening, it reveals a lot more about him that he would’ve expected. Finding that for the first time he was attracted to someone in a different way, wanting her to do all sorts of things to him, things he was used to doing to other people.

∷ Words: 5.1k+

∵ a/n: a teeny bit of smut here just to set the tone~

SERIES INDEX: baby boy

— part one

— part two

SERIES MASTERLIST

Late into the night, you wouldn’t normally be imagining yourself moping around in an idle kitchen staring into a cluster of bodies squeezing together, trying their best to escape the weather that had forced them all inside. Highly, unexpected and a rather large buzzkill for all the attendees, some soaking wet from the pour and many, including you cringing from the humid, muddy smell people were treading inside the house.

Yet, no one had thought about joining you inside the kitchen, though the living room was spacious, you would’ve assumed someone would try to wash the dirt off their feet in here. You couldn’t even believe the sight of teenagers rubbing their dirty feet against the expensive carpets, god, who even wore shoes in the house, not you.

Well, at this point the party was dead and buried. A few brainless couldn’t get that through their skulls, trying their hardest to lighten the mood and open some music. Of course there were dead drunks recovering on the few couches and floor.

But of course, the man of the house himself pushes through the crowd with his bright and charismatic face, gathering all the attention he needed.

“Everyone, everyone, let’s all settle in okay, we’ll just play a few games and wait for the storm to get past before you all head home,” Jimin suggests, knowing that everyone was going to be pissed that they’d have to walk home in the rain or figure out a way home.

He clearly knew the party was done, but he was kind enough to let the crowd loiter in his home for the how many hours it was going to take for the storm to finish. You looked out behind you, through the window at the sight of massive droplets of rain, trees fighting against the wind, it was loud and sort of scary. You were never a big fan of wind, thunder was fine but something about how wind would literally blow you away and of course all the shit flying all over the place causing a ruckus.

Park-superstar-Jimin, sweet talks the crowd enough to get them on their asses to play typical board games and drink to their heart’s content. But of course, his constant head turning told you he wasn’t exactly done with his satisfaction mission.

You leaned against the countertop, finishing up your tiny can of coke, you snagged out of his fridge. Seeing you murmuring to yourself, his grin stretches out, excusing himself like the gentlemen he is and making his way towards you with a look of mischief.

“Aren’t you just a happy camper?” He exclaims, looking you up and down stopping at the coke can in your hand before his eyebrow arched, he should know by now that you don’t drink yet he always forgets to get you something to drink in this house during parties apart from water.

You tilted your head as your eyebrows curved at him. Silently asking him what he was here to get, he hasn’t exactly ran into you the entire party, you weren’t even one for parties yet you came because he asked and you’re a good friend.

He pouts, nudging his shoulder into yours before saying, “Come on I know I forgot again but! We’re all in the den, come on, you don’t wanna be around all these people.”

That was true, most of these people you didn’t know, a mixture of some students from your school and Jimin’s old school. He was truly a social butterfly. Jimin and you had a rather strange start to your friendship.

Jimin moved during the second semester of your sophomore year, from a public school to a private one. He was quite upset about it, his parents made him move schools because they were moving homes to get closer to their parent’s work place. But a big factor was also how his mother would get shit talked by her book club for having a child in public school when they could clearly afford putting him in a public one.

Jimin loves his friends and always kept them by his side, only during summer of that year did you and him get close through your similar interest in volleyball, having to practice together in the same gym you’d always be in eachother’s space. Finally, you’d both stay back late and practice by yourselves, finding that in the end it was better to practice together and started hanging out casually. You were both similar in traits and character, yet he was truly an extrovert whilst you really wouldn’t put yourself in either category.

“Who’s down there?” You asked, pulling the tab off the coke can before putting the can in his recycle bin.

Jimin pulled his lips between his teeth, tapping his toes, you could tell he didn’t want to tell you. He was nervous to, “Uhm, a bunch of my best bros? But hey! Some of your girl friends are down there, though Namjoon may have just taken them upstairs?”

The sheer look on Jimin’s face warns you enough. You took it, nodding and pushing past him to get to the ‘den’ as Jimin would call it, knowing that it would be better than being stuck up here with these people.

As soon as you reached the basement room, of which was completely filled with Jimin’s favourite things. Especially, games and his music stuff, since he tries to keep the noise down here mainly to not disturb his parents whenever they’re home, you could kind of remember some of the familiar faces from Jimin’s old school since he always tends to invite them around for his parties.

But then again it had been nearly an entire summer and well you couldn’t exactly place the name to the face.

“Oh, would you look at that, she’s finally made her presence known,” an irritating voice echoed through your ears. Of course, you’d never be able to hide from his goof for too long.

“Taehyung, you’ve finally got a haircut,” you smiled, teasing him as his face twisted into a smile.

“God, I missed you too.” He pulls you into a rather suffocating hug, squeezing you hard. Your eyebrows furrow as you looked over his shoulder at the view, a bunch of his friends sprawled over the couch and bean bag chairs playing a game.

A singular soul caught your eye as his eyes caught yours, hands covering a controller. His attention completely not on that game but you, cocking your eyebrow taking him by surprise he snapping him out of his gaze. His lack of attention made his character die, and the controller vibrate loudly against his hands. Making his friends laugh at him for losing. His eyes leaving yours quickly as he makes up excuses for his lost.

But yet again your attention was taken back towards the brunette in front of your face.

“You know, Jimin does not stop talking about you,” Taehyung teases, knowingly that Jimin’s crush on you was obvious yet it wasn’t going to happen.

You sighed, pulling away from him, “And I’ve told him many times, I’m not into pretty boys.”

“Does that include me?” Taehyung laughed.

You shrugged, “Maybe.”

He chuckles lightly, before looking behind you and breaking into an overdramatic fit.

“That’s so funny! Oh my god, I’m glad you missed me,” he says loudly, you looked around confused, before seeing Jimin strolling down the stairs with drinks.

His mouth agape with shock, “You said you missed him? You didn’t even miss me!”

As Jimin pretty much throws a tantrum at Taehyung you slip past, making way towards a vacant spot on the couch. Plopping yourself on it you watched the large screen, seeing a rather intense fight going on.

“Suck it, Kook! You’ve lost your fire dude!” A dark haired boy, who looked older than most of us. You’ve seen him a couple times but never caught his name. At this point you looked over to the boy that he spoke to, Kook? Must’ve been a nickname.

“Oh shut up! I’m beating you now!”

They sure love Mortal Combat, though it wasn’t a game you were interested in. He seemed tense now that you were a a metre away from him, his eye wavering towards you every now and then. Jimin seemed to have calmed down, making his way to sit next to you. He waved you to move from the right of the couch, you complied hopping towards the centre of the couch extremely close to that boy.

“Are you guys done? I want to play Overcooked,” Jimin mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.

The boys groaned, nodding as one of them handed Jimin the controller and got off his seat to change the disk.

“Jungkook, move in,” Jimin said, leaning over you to tap on the small space between you and the boy, Jungkook. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrow, confused, allowing Jimin to continue, “Hoseok will sit there, we’ll play teams.”

Jungkook seemed to have let out a deep sigh, he didn’t argue which you assumed meant he was younger than Jimin. He seemed uncomfortable being thigh to thigh with you.

Hoseok quickly popped back onto the couch grabbing two extra controllers and handing one to Jungkook, who stared at the pair in his hands, “Give it to ____.” Hoseok nudged Jungkook, who jumped nodding and handing it to you.

“Here,” He muttered, keeping his voice down.

You took it from him, nonchalantly trying your best to ignore him. His hands were hot when it graced against your skin. He was wearing a dark purple sweater that nearly covered his entire hands.

As the game starts up Jimin speaks up, “Right, Hobi and JK against me and _____, alright?”

Clearly, he was going to team with you. Jungkook lets out a cough which made you turn to look at him, his fluffy brown hair falling over his forehead. You could barely actually look at his face from how dark the room was, the only light coming from some lamps and the tv screen. With the four of you on the main couch and a few others around, Jimin jumps in excitement as the game begins.

“When did I even agree to play?” You questioned, finally realising you’re going to actually have to play.

“Since you took the controller,” Hoseok quipped, readying up.

You scoffed, “I hate games like this.”

You turned to the side to crack your back, your leg brushing up against both males by your side but one took it strangely. Jungkook’s breath hitches when your knee slides up his thigh. You were confused to say the least, leaning towards him trying to see his expression, of which he looks away pretending to talk to Hoseok. God, did Jimin have strange friends.

As we picked our characters and get into the game, you got serious. You’ve literally just said you hated games like this but the reason was mainly because you’d fight with your teammates, hard. Overcooked was not a family-friendly game when you’ve got loud potty-mouths playing, you’ve in for an a ride.

“Quickly, Jungkook! I need a bun! No, a bun not cheese!”

“_____, three bananas, quickly!”

“Jimin, shut up!”

“Uh, Hobi, I can’t find the oven!”

You all butt heads, enemies and friends, screaming at the top of their lungs as a few friends made their way home, it was probably late into the night. A few closer friends of Jimin left, and a few of yours.

“Yes!” Jimin yelled, “And of course, victory goes to the most beautiful duo!”

He leans over your lap to mock his friends, making baby noises. You push him off your lap as he goes over to Hoseok and teases him, leaving you to stare towards that direction, seeing Jungkook pulling on his sweater awkwardly. At this point you would’ve thought you’d be comfortable with each other now but, he seemed to have not thought the same.

“What’s with you?” Your voice seemed to have taken him by surprise, he jumps turning towards you but not meeting your eyes, crossing his arms he said, “Nothing.”

At least he answered, you didn’t really understand why he was so shy towards you, or scared. He had nothing to be scared of, he was much bigger and taller than you. You always found yourself to be quite an outspoken person who sticks up for herself but not a scary one, otherwise how could softy Park Jimin be friends with you never-mind have an actual crush on you. Jungkook, was a muscular tough looking boy with a broody personality. You weren’t going to argue that he wasn’t hot, because he was ever attractive in all ways, face, body, personality- very much so your type.

“Right, your awkwardness towards me totally is nothing, thank you for that,” you jabbed, rolling your eyes as you got up.

He immediately dropped his arms and looked up towards you, his shoulders dropping as well. You side-eyed him, still wanting to see his reaction. Dropping the controller on your seat you stretched, “I’m tired, I’ll head home.”

Jimin’s ear perked before he widened his eyes, “No, it’s late just stay here.”

You looked around at the space, remembering how you guys used to have sleepovers but that was with your classmates but his own friends.

“Uh―I don’t know, Jimin,” You mumbled. Jungkook crossing his legs looking the other way.

“Come on! We’re all staying, I know you don’t know my friends but this is a great opportunity, please?” Jimin pouts, giving you a cute look as he makes paws with his fists and start nudging his head against you. You sighed, thinking about it. It would’ve taken you a while to get a home and they seemed nice.

“Okay,” you agreed, watching as Jimin’s face brightened with joy. He jumps up and down with happiness.

“Yay! Let’s get the mattresses out and settle in,” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows, making a few of his friends cheer.

A reasonable amount of time had passed and the couches had been pushed to the sides of the room, a few people sleeping on them.

Your choice of layout was indeed interesting, the tv screen was ahead of your ‘bed’. On your left against the wall was Jin, on a couch, already dead asleep. At the end of his bed was Namjoon and one of your girl friend cuddling up, the pair came down only a few minutes ago.

Below them on your left was Jungkook, having an entire mattress for himself, he was on his phone scrolling through instagram. You laid centre of the room, Jimin on the same mattress as you- since he was the closest friend you had apart from the girls who well, wanted the chance to warm up to the boys. On your right was Yoongi and a girl you didn’t know, sleeping soundly, whilst Namjoon and your friend were whispering cutely to each other.

Taehyung and Hoseok were at the back of the room, a few inches from your head playing a game, headphones in to keep it down for those already asleep. Jimin was still upstairs, probably either kicking people out of the house or changing. He gave you a shirt to wear, since you were already wearing a skirt you merely kept the undershorts on with the shirt.

Now with only the beaming light from the television, you looked over to your left at Jungkook. Who kept a large space on his right, seemingly keeping a large distance from you. You sighed loudly, looking towards him again, he hasn’t paid any attention to you. It seemed to have all been on his phone. He turns over on his left, the light of his phone dimmed down now.

Jimin slips back into the room quietly, pulling up your blanket and getting in, you turned over to him raising your eyebrow slightly, silently asking him what’s up.

“Everyone’s gone, the place is a teeny bit messed up, it’s also still raining,” he whispers. Stretching over his pillow before puffing it and laying his head on it.

You nod, noticing him stare mindlessly into your eyes.

“Well, goodnight,” he smiled, turning over and seemingly sleeping. You blinked, comprehending what had just happened. Smiling to yourself as you pulled the covers over your face, knowing that Park Jimin truly was a good guy.

Yet, your mind raced back to the boy behind you. Turning over you saw him in the same position. Taehyung and Hoseok had turned off the game at the point and gotten to sleep, Jungkook on the other hand still had his phone on. You grew curious, quietly pulling the sheets over you hoping Jimin had sort of fallen asleep now. You moved onto Jungkook’s mattress that was connected to your own, peering over to see him watching a rather explicit video.

The colour of the screen was enough to tell you what he was watching, he didn’t even bother to full screen it. Which made you wonder if he was doing something under the blanket right now. You got as close to him as you could without him noticing, his ears were reddened and his breathing shallow, leaning in you whispered, “Aren’t you shameless.”

Your breath against the shell of his ear made him jump, a hand coming to cover his own mouth as he takes deep breaths before replying, “What―I thought―”

“Have you been watching porn since we laid out the beds?” You teased, slipping into his blanket from behind him and placing your chin on his shoulder. He stiffens, his eyes darting left to right nervously.

“No―no,” Jungkook said, before he closes his phone and turns onto his back, pushing you back slightly from his weight.

Laying on your side with your hand holding your head upright you looked into his eyes, for the first time. He blinks finally looking directly at you too, “Nothing’s wrong with watching it but gosh, doing it when all your friends were around. What if your pop a boner, were you going to masturbate right here?”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed, his lips quivering answering your question. With that, your lips curved into a smirk. Your eyes narrowing with mischief, “Do you have a boner right now?”

He swallows hard, not responding, merely blinking back at you. You wanted to test the theory you had before, feeling an odd sense of dominance over him.

“I asked you a question, Kookie, answer it.” Your voice grovelled in a whisper, trying your best to not get noticed by anyone.

He nods quickly, “Yea, I have a boner.” He looks away, trying his hardest to not catch your gaze. He was melting under you.

“Jungkook―” You lead, your voice lowering.

His features softened, “Yea?”

It wasn’t like you never took notice of him, Jungkook, you never knew his name but you knew he’d always try to avoid you at every event. There were only two explanations you could think of right now, either he hates you or he likes you. You took this opportunity to ask him a bold question.

“Do you like me?”

You asked a bold question, one that would tell you what you can or can’t do in this moment. He stares back at you, a shy smile growing on his lips, “Uhm, yea, I do―”

“Oh,” You grinned, pushing up against him, “Since when?”

“Since a few years ago,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer.

A few years ago was when Jimin moved to your school, that few years ago was the first time you ‘met’ his friends at his birthday party. Jungkook liked you from the first time he set eyes on you, it felt strangely pure.

“Cute,” you said, watching his smile drop and his hand come up and cover his blushing face.

“Stop, you’re making it harder,” Jungkook whines.

You cocked your head, “Making what harder.” You laughed.

“My―my dick, uh,” He mushes his hands into his face in shame. Which was ironic because he was watching porn only a few inches away from you a few seconds ago.

“So you were all awkward around me because, you like me?” You grinned, teasing him again.

He peaked an eye through his fingers and nods, “You were also dressed really cutely.”

“Am I not dressed cutely now?” you joked, wiggling in Jimin’s old shirt.

His lips curved softly, as his hand reached out to grab the fabric of your shirt, “Isn’t this Jimin’s? You look really hot right now.”

Well, he was bold. You didn’t really feel hot but his compliment surely made your cheeks hot, hopefully since your hair covered any light from shining on your face he wouldn’t be able to see that.

“Shut up,” you said, pushing his hand back playfully.

Taking a look around you knew it had been a while and could hear many bodies snoring through their sleep. Maybe this was an opportunity for you to also do something bold.

“Hey―do you mind if I―” you pointed at this spot. Asking him if you could sleep here, he immediately nods, “Of course.”

Cozying up into the blanket, with your body glued to his you knew this was going to be real hard for him, mainly due to something else that was also hard. You wanted to play, wanted to see what he was willing to let you do.

Pretending to start falling asleep you turned over on your side throwing a leg over him. He coughs, trying to hide something. You peaked through your eyelids to see him looking down at you, probably wondering if you were actually sleeping.

You groaned from the comfiness of the pillow that was his chest, trying to get under his skin. Which worked as he breathes heavily and keeps trying to adjust his sweatpants.

Then, you brushed your leg against his crotch, feeling the extremely hard and girthy trouble that was trying to rip through the fabric.

“______, please,” Jungkook breathes out a moan.

You take this opportunity to act clueless, “Please? Please what?”

Jungkook groans in pain, “Please don’t tease me, I―god, I’m going to―”

“I don’t get it?” You batted your lashes, kneading your knee into him.

He struggles to keep himself quiet, pretty much choking on his moans. He shakes his head, as his eyebrows stitch together.

“You’re acting dumb, ______, I can’t do this―” He whines, his face twisting as if he was in pain.

You scoffed, “But, Jungkook―aren’t you a good boy?”

Now he literally chokes, blinking tears out of his eyes as his dick tenses. Cursing out and he calms himself down. So, it is true, he likes this stuff.

“You want to be a good boy but, you’re literally going to cream your pants from me just opening my mouth? That makes you a bad boy―and bad boys don’t get what they want.”

You pull your leg back, watching as he stammers and reaches for your hand, “Please, I will be a good boy, it’s just you’re so pretty and you’ve just got really plump lips and a really raspy voice―it’s just like―fuck―it looks like you just woke up from some hard fucking.”

As much as he acts like a sub, he was extremely dirty in his speech and well it turned you on. God, you were fucking wet, the way he’s talking about you and looking at you was already killing you.

To comprehend exactly what he just told you, tells you that he’s obviously had sex before and knew his ways around things. He seemed like a switch looking to try the other side, and well he was very into you. Yet, if he wanted to play this game you didn’t want him to get his prize so quickly.

“Hmm, I like the way you speak but baby boy, you need to know who’s in charge, right?” You demanded, your voice dripping with sex.

“Yes, you’re in charge,” He repeats and obliges.

Now it was time to have some fun, you seductively placed your lips on his ear, breathing over it as your eyes closed pleasurably.

“Hmm, touch yourself, baby,” you moaned, suddenly baby had become his pet name and you knew he liked it from his immediate reaction.

Letting out a strangled groan, he pushes his hands straight into his pants and began playing with himself. You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his speed, “Slow down, don’t want you to come too fast, right?”

“Right,” he repeats, forcing himself to rub himself slowly.

You knew he wasn’t used to being told what to do but he seemed to like it more than you thought. He went straight into his underwear, thinking of finishing right away but hell, if he wanted to be a submissive when he needs to understand what you’re in charge of what he can or can’t do.

“Listen, I’m letting you off this time, baby, but I tell you what to do and when to do it, I didn’t say to get inside your pants I merely said to touch yourself,” You explained with an authoritative tone which made Jungkook’s ears perk and himself nod quickly, “If you’re confused, then ask, don’t think for yourself, not right now.”

He looks at you directly in the eye the entire time, listening like a well trained puppy. His glimmering eyes, and parted lips telling you that he was feeling good, so good.

“Since it’s the first time, we’ll make it quick,” You said.

Laying on your back, he wonders what you’re doing from the look on his face. You don’t explain yourself, seeing his rather large hand pulling on his wet, red hot cock.

Drenching your core, and hell, you knew you wouldn’t beable to sleep without getting off. Jungkook’s hands moving at a good pace you wondered how wet his dick was, you quirked your eyebrow, rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of friction.

“Baby, could you use your other hand?” you pout, your tone still had a dominance over it.

You knew you’d need to work on it, you just wouldn’t bare being so blunt and mean to him. He just looked so cute.

Jungkook’s eyebrows showed that he was confused yet he did what you told him, struggling with his non dominant hand. You knew it would be painful, not being able to jack off as hard but that was the point.

His precum covered hand, rested palm up against your thigh. You stared at the wetness, imagining where else it could go.

You shakily took his wrist, your palm could barely encase the entire thing. He doesn’t seem to know what you’re doing, but you drag it further up towards your lips.

Licking them before darting your tongue out to get a taste of the wetness on his fingers, at this point he realises what you’re doing and groans, eyebrows glued together as well as his eyes. Trying to only feel what’s going on.

“Oh―fuck, your mouth, uh,” hes whines, you could feel his legs shake from your side.

You chuckled, “Could you help me out?”

His eyes immediately opening, “With―with what?”

“This―” You take his hand into your mouth, wetting it further before sliding it down your bare stomach. Jimin’s shirt had rose up under your bra at this point, Jungkook’s breath hitching as he feels your soft skin against his wet fingers.

You slide them underneath your underwear, making him shake as his fingers ran over your wet slit, causing you squirm at the coldness yet moaned at the feeling of his wet hand touching you.

“Jungkook, come on, you should be touching yourself,” you ordered, taking control of his hand that was deep inside your pants, not allowing him to touch you for himself but have you guide him.

He must’ve loved the feeling of your wet lips, knowing that he did this, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips parted letting out quiet sounds of pleasure. He speeds up his pace, running his fist up and down his length, sloppy wet quenches low enough for only the ears of you two.

“______, you’re gonna make me cum, fuck,” he mumbles, nudging his head into the side of your head. His hot breath heating up your neck.

You bite your lip, your middle finger over his as you glide it up and down your wetness. If that was enough to get him like this you wondered what else would make him this whiney.

“Baby, keep it down.” At this point he was getting a little more vocal, he must’ve been close.

You were done teasing yourself now, taking him by surprise you thrust his fingers into you. Your hips bucking at intrusion, god even his fingers were so fucking thick.

He couldn’t keep his mouth shut now, “Fuck, shit, you’re so wet, uh and tight!”

You both chased for your highs, him having much more of a struggle with that left hand of his whilst you were nearly there.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” you said, “Cum with me.”

Ordering him to do so, he squeezes his eyes shut as he spills out into his pants. You squeezing his fingers tight as you came. Both biting your lips to keep quiet, do you were both going to get murdered if they knew what you did in here whilst they slept. Hopefully, it wouldn’t smell like sex by the morning.

Of course you could imagine the other pairs could also be getting up to some naughty stuff but they were exclusive. Taehyung and Jimin may have Jungkook’s head knowing what just happened.

“You did so good,” you purred, patting down his ruffled hair before giving him a light kiss on the cheek, his bright red cheek.

His eyes were half shut, one eye more opened that the other as his mouth gaped for air. God, he looked so content, and fucked out from a mere masturbation session. You couldn’t imagine what he’d look like if you actually fucked him.

Pulling his hands out of you, looking back to see Jimin still asleep you sighed with relief. Pushing against the mattress to move yourself back next to Jimin. With that look on Jungkook’s face you knew he seemed confused, but mostly upset.

You wondered why, he got what he wanted right. This was also to make sure Jimin wouldn’t think something happened.

Adjusting yourself you turned away from Jungkook, getting a whiff of Jimin’s hair, which smelled like baby powder and alcohol. You nuzzled into his back, feeling him stir and turn towards you, wrapping his arms around you as you fell into a deep slumber.

c. 2019

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Don’t fear the reaper. John Wick.

Okay hear me out. This is the first thing I’ve written in like 5 or 6 years. My first language isn’t even english so if I made any mistakes (which im pretty sure I did) please tell me so I can improve and learn. I’m kinda nervous cause I’m new to this world so feedback is appreciated.

Inspired by Don’t Fear The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult (spoiler: no one dies)

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Warnings: swearing???, injured character, maybe a little angst.

Word Count: 2970 (i didn’t count the lyrics).

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All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

John and her had known each other since they both entered the bussiness. He was a very difficult man emotionally speaking. His past and not-so-past life had been a mess and it had caused him to put up the highest walls she’d ever seen. The first couple of months their relationship had been almost non existent: everytime she tried to nudge at those huge brick walls they would get higher and higher, making almost impossible the development of their friendship.

However, time passed and John let part of his walls come down with a loud clump that only she was able to hear. She started noticing the little things such as how he would ask her to call everytime she ended a job just to know she was safe and sound, how he would make an effort to spend some time together, learning a bit about eachother’s life... It was nice having someone to come back to, something that kept their will to live on the surface as long as it was possible.

As months passed by, she started seeing him in a new light. Maybe it was because of how he smiled when he saw her entering the room, the way she felt his hand linger those extra seconds on her waist when he had to walk past her, or maybe because of the way his brown sparkly eyes looked intently at her everytime she told one of her childhood stories. Maybe it was the fact that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen and she couldn’t believe it had taken her this long to notice. How could she miss that perfectly trimmed beard that framed his lips in the most sinful way? That fluffy lock of hair that fell on his face everytime he shook his head with laughter? And do not get her started on those big hands that could shoot guns and throw knifes in the most precise way she’d ever seen.

In the end, it all added up.

But it was impossible. For starters there was no way he would like her back. She had always seen herself as a beautiful and powerful woman capable of getting whoever she wanted but John was way too special. She had always been able to read people, and she took pride in that, but he was like a closed book. Of course he had finally let his guard down when they were together, but she still couldn’t see past those half demolished walls. He was careful around her as if not to show more affection that he was supposed to, always marking his distance and, although they were already friends, he kept things rather professional between them.

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man

She had just finished a job. She got into her room, kicked off her boots and sat on her bed to take off her pants. A loud sigh left her lips as she did, realizing she was more tired than she thought. She got into her oversized t-shirt and her pijama shorts and got into the bathroom. She looked at the mirror and saw her tired face, the black circles under her eyes were combined with some fresh cuts across her forehead and cheeks. Her hair was all ruffled up and she groaned. The last thing she wanted to do in that moment was combing her stupid hair, she’d rather shave it off.

After a few seconds she finally gave in, her hands working to untangle the knots that had formed in her hair as the result of a little fight she had got herself into. Someone knocked at the door and she invited whoever it was to come in. John leaned against the door frame and stood there, a grin spreding across his face as he watched her fight her hair.

-I don’t think it’s funny.- She said as she turned to look at him, hand pulling at the biggest knot. -Now that you’re here you could actually help me.-

He chuckled and got into the bathroom, pushing her a little bit forward so he could fit behind her. She looked into the mirror and saw John silently get to work with her hair. His hands carefully pulling as he untangled the few knots left.

-You didn’t call.- he stated as he looked at her through the mirror, voice low and calm.

-What?- she asked confused.

-When you finished the job. You didn’t call me. I was worried.- he couldn’t hide the nervousness that lingered after that hour of incertainty waiting for her call. He reached for the cotton pads and the disinfectant that rested on the shelf next to the mirror.

-I’m sorry. I totally forgot. I was so tired I just wanted to lay in bed and fall asleep.- she said, voice quivering a bit at the thought of making him worry.

John motioned her to sit on the toilet and he got on his knees, damping a cotton pad with the disinfectant and lightly tapping on the cuts that covered her face. She hissed and he placed his large hand on her thigh to reassure her. -I guess sometimes I worry too much.-

She looked at him, his brows knitted in concetration as he finished with the cuts in her forehead. She put her hand above his on her leg and he looked her in the eyes. He studied her face not letting a single detail escape his gaze. Even though the black circles under her eyes were more visible than ever she still looked like an angel, a very tired one, but an angel nontheless. She ran her fingers through his hair, putting back a few strands that fell across his face. He instinctively closed his eyes and relaxed under her touch. -Can you stay the night? Please?-

John’s eyes shot open and he looked at her, surprised by her question. Not that they hadn’t slept in the same bed before but it was never properly asked, it kind of just happend. Her eyes were watering and she blinked fast, standing up as fast as lightning, her hand leaving his soft hair. -I mean you don’t really have to, that was a stupid question, just ignore i-

-I’ll stay.- he cut her off as he stood up too and placed the cotton pads and disinfectant back in the shelf. She stopped in her tracks just by the bathroom door and turned to look at him, a look of hope in her eyes. He smiled shyly at her. -I want to.- Of course he wanted to. He was head over heels for her, he would’ve stayed even if it meant sleeping in a bed of nails.

They got under the covers, both laying next to the edge of the bed, a sea of unspoken words between them. She turned around facing him and he turned his head at the sudden movement. They stared at eachother for what felt minutes, the dim moonlight that filtered through the window shining agains their skin, until she spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

-Do you mind if I hug you?- Silence flooded the room and she regretted saying anything, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. He chuckled into the dark -Come here.- he replied as he opened his arms, inviting her to come closer. She slithered into his chest and he engulfed her in a big hug, his chin resting on her head. She felt his heartbeat pulsing against her ear and she smiled to herself, his breathing lulling her to sleep.

After a few minutes of silence, John dared to speak not knowing if she would listen or not. -If something ever happened to you I... I just don’t know what I would do. I love you so much.- he tightened softly his embrace, getting her closer to him, if that was even possible.

Valentine is done. Here but now they're gone. Romeo and Juliet. Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet.

He left.

He had abandoned her. She had tried to contact him but there was no use, he wouldn’t return her calls and he didn’t stop by the Continental anymore. Her heart was shattered to pieces. She couldn’t understand why he had left her without even saying goodbye, hell, there wasn’t even a note.

Months passed by and the rumour of his retirement got to her. What hurted her the most was the fact that he had left because of a woman. Of course he did, what was she thinking. She had gotten her stupid hopes up thinking that maybe there was a teeny tiny possibility that he saw her as something more but it was clear that she had misunderstood his intentions, he was only being a good friend.

With her heart still broken she got on with her life. She took the most difficult jobs as a way to keep her mind focused on something else than her pain, maybe deep down, wanting those jobs to be her last ones. She had nothing or no one to turn to when she finished them, no one to call, no one to talk to, she had put a chain and lock around her feelings, she didn’t want to get hurt again, her heart wouldn’t take another blow.

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper. Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper. Baby I'm your man.

She arrived at the Continental one night, holding her side, hands and shirt soaked with blood. She asked Charon to call the doctor to patch her up since the wound was too bad to take care of it herself. She leaned on the counter to rest a little bit while she waited. Her feet were killing her and a gash in her right thigh made it difficult to stand up straight for more than a few minutes. She chuckled to herself thinking what she might look like from the outside. Thank god it was too late for the hall to be flooded with people, everyone was at the bar and she planned to join them once she was all patched up.

She came down to the bar and took a seat in one of the bar stools. She didn’t bother to change her clothes, her white shirt was bloody and had a gash on the side but her black leather jacked covered it just perfect.

-A beer, please.- she screamed over the music that blasted though the speakers. The bartender nodded and opened a bottle, placing it in front of her. She took a big gulp of the beverage, letting out a small moan when she felt the cold liquid sliding down her throat. Turning in her stool she scanned the room checking who was drowning their frustrations in alcohol and who was just having a good time. She turned again facing the bar counter and taking another sip of her beer.

-Bourbon, please.- a tall man said as he approached the bar. She could recognize that voice anywhere. Her heart stopped and she choked on her beer, coughing and spilling what was still in her mouth. He turned to look at her and his breathing got caught in his throat. She was as beautiful as always. The few strands that escaped her bun fell framing her delicate face and he resisted the urge to reach out and tuck them behind her ears.

They stood there for a few seconds, just taking in eachother, she asked herself if she was dreaming and he looked at her with pure adoration and regret, all of his feeling for her came rushing back like a punch straight into his face. He shouldn’t have left and he knew it now. Of course he had loved Helen with all his heart, and he still did, but he realized he had also been pushing aside the storm of feelings he had for her.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Her eyes were filled up with tears and she struggled to hold them back. Her heart was racing in her chest and she was sure he could hear it above the sound of the music.

-Hi.- he whispered as he waved with his hand, curving his mouth in a little smile that made her stomach churn. -John, I...- she didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t just leave like that and then appear five years later as if nothing had happened.

He leaned close to her, her breath hitched as he did so -Can we go somewhere else? I want to talk to you.- he said, his breath tickling her ear.

She stood up grabbed his arm and walked towards the door of the bar. She took him up to her room. The elevator ride was silent, she didn’t know what to say, her feelings were a mess and she feared she would say something inappropiate.

She closed the door behind them and took a seat on the bed, John following close, pulling a chair to sit in front of her. -What do you want to talk about? About how you left without a trace, without a note? For weeks I thought you were dead.- she spat, unable to hold it in any longer.

He looked down, eyes filled with sorrow, hating himself for hurting her.

-I’m so sorry. I just-

-John, this past years had been some of the worst and your excuses won’t make up for that.- she cut him off. He looked at her and scanned her face. She was holding her tears back. He reached out to touch her cheek but she stood up. -I can’t.- she turned her back to him. -I think it’s better if you leave.- she opened the door and the corridor lights turned on. He stood up but didn’t move.

-I couldn’t say goodbye. Not to you. The thought of hurting you made it impossible.- he stated. She slammed the door close and turned to him, tears streaming down her face and eyes wide with rage. -Really? That’s funny cause you did anyways. You were the only person I had, the only one I trusted.- she screamed, almost choking on her own words. Silence filled the room until she spoke again -the only one I loved.- her voice barely above a whisper now.

His heart started thumping in his chest, his mouth dry and palms suddenly sweaty. The words struggled to get out as he watched her tear stained face. Her puffy eyes and her red nose made him feel like the biggest asshole ever. He came closer reaching to her face and wiping with her thumb some of the tears that were still falling. She relaxed under his touch. Her hands grabbed his wrists in an attempt to push him away but he didn’t give in, his arms strong as rocks.

-Listen to me.- he said, his eyes full of love. She closed her eyes, unable to look at his face. She felt like her chest was going to explode while feeling his intense gaze scan her face intently. -Look at me.- he commanded. She slowly opened her eyes only to find him even closer, almost chest to chest, the heat of their bodies mingling together in an infinite flow that felt like a magnetic force holding them in place.

-I left because I had to, to protect her.- he kept his eyes fixed on hers. -You were the only good thing in my life and I fucked up big time, I know. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you, about calling you. It killed me not knowing anything about you. -

-But you never called, John.- she sighed as he finally let go of her face, his arms falling to his sides. -I get it, you were in love with her, word got around. It’s...- she wiped her tears with her hand, sniffling a little. -I don’t know, I guess I thought you loved me. God, I sound like a teen.- she chuckled covering her face with her hands.

-I did.- he said matter of factly.

-What?-

-I did love you. I just didn’t think it was a good idea to mix bussiness with heart affairs, it never goes well. Besides I didn’t know if you liked me back, didn’t want to risk it. But then I saw you at the bar and i thought ‘fuck it, she deserves to know’.- he laughed a little bit, making her smile in return but it quickly faded.

-Then why did you marry her?- that was it, that was the question that had been torturing her for five years.

-Because I loved her too. I still do and I always will. But you were my first love, you can’t just get rid of those feelings, can you?- he got closer to her again. - I love you. I always have.-

Her look softened as she took his hand in hers. He lightly squeezed it. -Do you still love me?- he asked, his voice laced with insecurity.

-John, I’ve loved you every single day.- she smiled softly as she reached out to cup his face with her other hand, looking up to him. He slowly leaned down, their breaths mixing together, a delicious prelude of what was about to happen. -Good.- he whispered before colliding his lips with hers. It was soft and sweet, their mouths slowly moving in sync. His beard rough on her face making her moan into his mouth. He moved his hands to the sides of her face as the kiss got more heated.

She placed her hands on his chest as she pulled away. Their eyes fluttered open, a smile plastered on their faces. She giggled and covered her face with her hands. -What?- he asked as he smiled amused at her childish ways. -I just can’t believe I got to kiss the John Wick.-

He sneaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. -Well, get used to it ‘cause you’re going to do that a lot.-

Love of two is one.

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