#during apples to apples the words 'stunning' and 'fast' came up

[fictionadventurer]

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#ok sorry but i still can't get over that family history story #been thinking about it all day #during apples to apples the words 'stunning' and 'fast' came up #and my brother joked 'our great-great-grandmother apparently' #and he's not wrong #from her pov the story's even wilder #she really just saw what she wanted and took her shot #knew him for three days #and then *she* proposed to *him* #during what was apparently their first private conversation *ever* #and it worked! #if you put that in historical fiction about the 1880s people would call it unrealistic #talking about the restrictions on women or whatever #well apparently nobody told her that she was oppressed #she was too busy seizing the life she wanted

[saltofmercury]

Late Nights

Pairing: König x reader

A/N: Just been fantasizing about seeing him in public but he’s fictional and I can daydream right? Special thank you to @softpedropascal for reading and giving me courage to post :)

Summary: You see a mysterious man one night at the grocery store; a little meet cute gone wrong

"Late nights"

You could hear the constant downpour above you hitting the ceiling as you made your way through. Rain pouring down as you continued through the aisles of cereal, pasta, and different breads. The market was quiet, almost peaceful, at this time of night, a couple of workers walking around, people picking up a couple things, and two cashiers who greeted you upon arrival.

You’re about halfway done and needed to get a few fresh veggies for the week. As you make your way down to produce, you try to remember what vegetables wouldn’t go to waste throughout the week, and hopefully remembering that you could freeze the spinach bag you always get but never use. You cut the corner to the produce and you are stopped dead in your tracks.

You are stunned. You see him.

A colossal man dressed in all black. The word huge wouldn’t be the best to describe him because he wasn’t a huge person, he was a massive person. You had gasped quietly observing him from afar. He had on a black mask, a turtle neck going all the way up his chin, black sweatpants, a black trench coat, and rain boots that were about knee length. Although you couldn’t see his face clearly, he had a mop of hair on top of his head, going above his eyebrows, tangled, and wavy. The sides of his head were shaved, clean cut. His whole presence alone could’ve been announced just by the way he would stomp on the tile as he made his way down the stands of cucumbers, peppers, carrots, and herbs. You had forgotten where you were and just stared. You couldn’t believe someone as big as him was delicately holding his produce up to inspect and then gently placing it in the basket on his right arm. Holding a large apple alone in the palm of his hand made you wonder, if he wanted to, could he crush it inside his palm?

But as your thoughts start racing about how immensely tall and broad this mystery man is, it’s quickly broken through eye contact. He stared up at you with menacing eyes. His eyebrows furrow as makes eye contact with you. It spooks you a bit, him staring you down. It startles you. Did you do something wrong? One second he was just in his own world picking apples and now his eyes are piercing right through you. You open your mouth to try and say something but nothing comes out, you feel a heat rush towards your cheeks. The eye contact is broken as he quickly turns on his heel, shuffles away from you, and leaves you alone in front of the lemon baskets. You noticed the tip of his ears turning a deep red as he walked away.

You felt embarrassed. Of course he knew he was a big man and there you were, mouth hanging open like a fish and eyes popping out wide. But your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone.

Who was this man? Have you ever seen him before? Was he new? Where did he stomp off to? All these thoughts came to mind as you finished up your shopping and paid.

Maybe he was someone famous you quietly decided inside your car. After seeing the size and height of that man he just couldn’t just be a regular nobody. After all, covering his face at almost 11 o’clock at night? That wasn’t weird at all.

It’s about 3 weeks later and you haven’t stopped thinking about him. Did this man disappear out into thin air? What was he hiding behind the turtleneck? It amazed you how fast he had left the produce section with 4 steps. What was even more quite embarrassing was hoping you would run into him at coffee shops as you picked up your coffee, walking down the street as you drove home, even at the gym (which you haven’t been to in a while) thinking maybe he’s on the second floor where you had a strong feeling you would see him but nothing. You had gone TWICE during the week to the supermarket during your lunch breaks with the would be there just to see him again. The little hope you have left gives out, maybe he was a dream?

A month passes and one night as you’re finishing up a work project, your stomach rumbles. When was the last time you ate? You haven’t eaten all day because of this stupid project. You walk towards the kitchen picturing the sandwich you’re about to make when you open the fridge and realize you haven’t been to the market in so long since your boss had begged you to double and triple check this project before handing it in. Sighing, you grab your wallet and coat and drive out.

You pull up at the market again when the giddy feelings hit you again. You think how foolish it was romanticizing some stranger. You can feel yourself blush as you grab a cart and begin to push through the entrance. Already checking off the mental list in your head, you make your way down several aisles. The grocery store is quiet at night, almost empty with a few people inside the store; tired moms with newborns in their carriers walking through aisles like zombies, dad’s pushing the cart behind them. A couple picking out frozen dinners because they already spent too much on take out this week, you smile to yourself and continue shopping realizing all you needed was fresh garlic and bell peppers for the recipe you were going to treat yourself to. You make your way back to produce and stop again…

He’s there again picking out bell peppers.

The inside of your chest is pounding, you tell yourself to remain calm, remembering how you scared him off last time. You think of a good way to maybe approach him this time without having him walk away. Maybe you should apologize for staring?

You press your cart at close proximity to him and begin picking out the bell peppers. He’s already moved onto something else. He doesn’t look your way, he’s far too invested with the parsley he’s holding. You clear your throat as you twist the peppers in a bag into a knot. He’s startled, but only side eyes before placing the parsley down and shifts his body toward another section of produce.

You push your cart a little further down, more casual now, pretending to focus your attention on garlic bulbs. You see he has his back towards you and now you can really eye him up and down without the eye contact. He shifts himself again, on the balls of his feet.

You begin to eye him from bottom up—black running shoes with dark gray sweatpants, a dark sweater stretched around him, a gray turtleneck underneath going past his nose and barely hiding his red ears. You start to think to yourself how could his ears always be red? Could he be running hot underneath those layers? You notice there’s some uncomfortable shifting with him, he begins to tap on the edge of the counter of the pears, almost compulsively, was he on edge?

The silence had become deafening but you can’t think of anything to approach him with. Finally he drops the pear and begins to walk away leaving you with your mouth open once again.

He’s far down the store now and there’s nothing even remotely possible you can say for him to turn back.

Two weeks pass by. You can’t think of anything more than how embarrassing it was to see the man you had been imagining running into only to not do anything. You even saw him fidget a bit, wondering if he knew you were staring him down from behind. Even the voice inside your head made you double think, maybe he knew you were checking him out and you once again made him uncomfortable.

Another week passes, and you can’t take it anymore. You will go to the store late at night again hoping he’s there and you will say a small hello and maybe even ask for his name. He couldn’t be that scary. He’s all height but no talk.

You’re back again, two nights later, and you’re prepared. The universe sent you small signs all week. The ugly bell pepper dress your neighbor wore as she greeted you. The gray turtleneck you thought you lost but magically found. All small subtle signs you were sure of. You made a note to come at night. You’ve arrived a little earlier than usual, taking your sweet time walking through the aisles, saving produce for last because the gut feeling inside you knows he’ll be here late at night. The universe has decided to side with you this time because once you make your way around the corner you spot him by the carrots, there’s no stopping you now.

Your mind races with a million thoughts, what were you going to say? Why were you so curious over someone who couldn’t even look at you properly let alone show his face in public? You can feel yourself sweat a bit and even get angry until it’s too late.

and suddenly it happens….

You accidentally shove your cart into his back, his shoulders slightly hunched up.

You are mortified. embarrassed. You wished you hadn’t come at all.

Immediately you start apologizing. He’s barely moved though, still standing with his legs hip width apart and as still as a statue. The carrots however, dropped in front of him as he bends over to gather them.

You cry out, “I… I am SO SORRY I wasn’t trying to run into you like that! Are you okay?”

“Fine” he responds. Calm, but serious.

“Are you sure? I promise I wasn’t trying to hurt you”

“Do not worry,” he calmly adds, “It was an accident.” His back turned to you still.

Silence again… your heart is racing, you cannot believe you managed to screw up this one chance that you see him. You still fumble with how to recover this interaction.

“Please, are you alright? I am sooo sorry I really wasn’t thinking—“

“I barely felt it.” he says.

You try to lighten the mood hopefully having him attempt to turn around just so you can see his eyes again.

“The carrots are so much smaller this year aren’t they? It’s no wonder they fell out of your hands” You manage to spit out.

You catch his curiosity — an eyebrow raise, and a quiet nod from him as he sets them down.

You feel the rush of blood come to your face and he can see how red you get.

Breathless, you decide to give up.

You let out an awkward chuckle “ha ha heh…..”

You push your cart towards the cashier and bag up your groceries. You can feel the heat of your cheeks still there. It stings. This was truly one of the most embarrassing, no, this was mortifying event you experienced in your entire life.

Not even when you peed your pants in 3rd grade would top this. Not when you fainted because of period cramps and landed in the mud during gym class and the boys behind you called out “poop pants.” This is so much worse.

You see him at the self checkout and quickly walk by him avoiding eye contact with him. So much for daydreaming about this guy. The only interaction and you’ve turned this into a complete nightmare.

You manage to get to your car and fumble with the keys to unlock the door until you hear a soft voice.

“You dropped your receipt back there.”

Your stomach drops as you turn slowly.

It’s him. Decked out in black but his hair shining with the light above him. He’s standing there holding your receipt in his hands.

You reach for it with shaky hands, with a quiet “thank you”, as you shove the receipt in your bag and turn back to opening the door. You could already hear his footsteps stomping away towards his car.

The drive home is a painfully quiet one. Replaying the absolute torture you just went through in your head. You approach your apartment, park your car, and head inside.

As you unpack your groceries, you start kicking yourself mentally on how you could possibly run into someone just for the sake of their height! Ugh!

You finish packing and see the bottom of the bag, your receipt had been crumbled and tossed into your pocket. This one was flipped over.

You eye it carefully and bring it closer to your face. What was on it? Was something…? There’s something was scribbled on this one, You flatten it out beneath your fingers and realize there’s a phone number, with the words

“text me some time” - K

#konig #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x you

[beelmons]

Golf lessons pt. 2

Pt2 of this blurb! Pairing: dbf!hotch x Fem!Reader Rating: NSFW, 18+ Word count: 2,757 CW: unprotected sex, kinda public sex, overstimulation, vaginal penetration. Tagging the two moots that inspired part 2 <3 @ssahotchnerr @ssamorganhotchner

As it turns out, being able to hit the ball was not enough golf expertise for the ever-so-perfectionist Aaron Hotchner. Regardless of both of your urges to do something entirely different, Aaron’s commitment to making you the next Tiger Woods forced you to stay in the golf club until almost midnight, and by that time everything was either closed or too lousy for him to ever consider taking you. At the end, he dropped you back home so you could pack for the retreat.

The thought of not seeing him again for an entire weekend was saddening, specially when it meant being shoved inside a room with your dad and his snobby friends, but the picture of him smiling at you, the proud, sly smile he would wear when you told him just how many holes in ones you scored, and how your pars were the best, and about your putts (you didn’t understand golf, like, at all) was the token you held onto to keep going.

The retreat was okay, you came up sixth out of the total twenty teams, so at least your dad was not a sulky mess, and he would go around showcasing your golf skills and how you “took after him”, even if it was also his first time seeing you play. To wrap up the event, there was an additional party with a “Sunday golf” theme, which meant everyone would go dressed in fancy sports clothes. Looking through your wardrobe, you were lost in your own mind trying to figure out what to wear when your phone chimed.

Mr. Aaron Hotchner: Apparently, today’s Sunday Golf party is open to friends and family as well. Your father has decided to invite me. Will you be attending?

Your eyes skimmed through the notification and a bright smile appeared on your face. Great, you got to see him sooner than you expected.

You: Yes, I’ll be there!

Mr. Aaron Hotchner: Great. Can’t wait to hear all about the golf competition.

You hugged the device to your chest in excitement, and the decision of what to wear suddenly seemed like a life and death situation, or so you felt until a very risky idea popped into your head.

The party looked like everything else you had seen during the weekend: bland and uninteresting. Across the venue you spotted your dad, who had gone ahead without you, sucking up to his boss and some other higher-ups. Your sight then landed on a handsome gentleman standing by the appetizers table, a couple of men his age chatting him up. He was wearing a white polo and khaki dress pants with a pair of brown shoes. He looked stunning as per usual. As if sensing your eyes on him, Hotch’s sight travelled to you; you watched him mutter an ‘excuse me’ to his acquaintances and he hurried in your direction.

“Hey!” he shouted lightly when he got closer, his arms quickly surrounding your waist to pull you into a happy hug, which you gladly returned “I have been hearing great things about you all day.” he pulled back from you to be able to look at your face.

“Well, apparently I did very good for a first timer” you answered him with a smile.

“I can tell. Your dad has done nothing but brag about it the whole night.”

“He has?” you asked with genuine surprise “So, golf, huh? Who would have thought that’s what it took for him to finally be proud of me.” you said in a self-deprecating tone.

“Don’t be so hard on him, he can be tough to deal with, but you are the apple of his eye” he tried to reassure you, but the huff of your cheeks let him know the comment was not exactly well received “Well, for that matter, I’m incredibly proud of you. You truly learned fast.” he continued in attempt to lessen the tension.

His strategy worked, because shortly you were back to a smiling mess. “I had a great teacher” you said with your eyes locked onto his “which reminds me, I still have to repay the favor. If I remember correctly, you asked for two, very simple things, didn’t you, Aaron?” you batted your eyelashes innocently as you spoke. Your hands travelled down to play with the hem of your skirt, raising it slightly to reveal some of the skin on your thighs. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, solely focused on how good your legs looked.

The moment your words dawned on him, his entire demeanor switched. His fingers gripped your wrist firmly, and with a rather rough tug he pulled you to the closest wall, forcing your back to be pressed against it, his body shielding your front from curious eyes. “Have you lost your mind?” he asked with a low voice “It’s bad enough that half these men have taken at least one look at your legs, do you know what would happen if someone noticed you’re not wearing underwear?” you could detect a hint of possessiveness in his tone, a frown plastered on his face, and so you found the opportunity to finally get what you wanted: him. Your fingers tugged at the sides of his shirt, his body still covering you from the stares of the rest of the guests.

“Then take me somewhere only you can see.” you almost whispered. He turned his head to try and spot your dad among the crowd, he seemed to be engrossed in whatever conversation he was having. He took a second look at you, and you watched as his eyes travelled quickly to your bottom piece of clothing.

He slipped his hand behind your back to guide you away from the main area of the venue and towards the bathrooms, constantly walking behind you to make sure no one else would try and pry at your rear. As you walked through the halls, you watched him snatch an ‘out of order’ sign from a random surface. Once you reached the entrance of the men’s bathroom, he gave you an order to wait for a second, he opened the door and tilted his head to look inside, once he made sure all the stalls were clear he gently pushed you in by the shoulders and hung the sign on the outside of the door.

“The men’s bathroom?” you cocked an eyebrow in his direction, a playful smile on your face.

“If your dad notices you’re gone, the first place he’ll look is your room. I don’t have one of my own because I’m an foreign guest, and men are three times less likely to ask staff for clarification about services not being provided than women.” he clarified as he locked the door; once he made sure it wouldn’t open he took a couple of steps closer to land his hands on your hips “but of course, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can always do this some other time.”

“Hell no, you’re not escaping this twice.” your tone was resolute and almost desperate, without wasting anymore time your arms threw themselves around his neck and you pulled him closer to land a kiss to his lips.

The gentleness which with he usually treated you was absolutely absent from the kiss, his mouth moved roughly against yours with his body pressing forward to close the gap between the two of you. Without so much as a warning, his hands slid from your hips to your thighs instead, he caressed his way up, lifting the skirt in the process, until he landed on your buttocks, the tightness of the squeeze he gave to them was for sure going to leave a mark, and the sensation and slight pain caused you to wince; the newly opened mouth was an invitation for his tongue to take control, you could feel it explore yours hungrily, heavy pants accompanying his movements.

“Hop.” he commanded against your lips, without a second thought you complied, and soon you were sitting on top of the lavatory counter. The coldness of the marble against your bare skin caused you to moan, and Aaron broke the kiss to shoot you a playful smile “Seems like you didn’t think this through.”

His comment allowed a blush to spread on your face. He had nailed it, you didn’t think anything through, actually, you were just so excited to see him, to be with him again, that you wanted to do something that would make him happy. “I thought this is what you wanted” you admitted with a shy tone.

“It’s you I want.” his eyes took a second to stare tenderly into yours before his lips attached to the base of your neck. Your hands tangled on his hair and your body arched forward, trying desperately to feel more of him. His own fingers snuck in between your pressed bodies to caress your slick, his middle finger prodded at the entrance, and you let out an unholy moan. His mouth attached onto yours once again with the full intention of shutting you up, two fingers slipping inside your hole. His pace was slow, painfully so, pulling in and out as if he was trying to figure out where to press best.

“Aaron.” you whispered into his mouth “No teasing, please, I need you.” you begged. He let out a chuckle, a little embarrassed of being found out, and nodded. He took a second to undo the zipper of his pants, seems like you weren’t the only one without underwear, and shortly after his member was freed.

Your legs instinctively pulled him closer at the sight. “Seems like someone’s eager.” he whispered, however he was just as desperate as you were, his right arm snaked around your body, pulling you to an angle that allowed his tip to hover at your entrance. Slowly, he began to thrust forward, giving you some time to adjust to his size. You buried your face in his neck and muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ against it. His hips began to move steadily, you could feel him fill you up, they were deep and passionate, his groans were ringing in your ear “you feel so good” he muttered against it.  

You were trying to keep your pants quiet, not wanting to cause a scene and have your dad find out you were fucking his best friend in the hotel bathroom, but he felt so good, so deep, that you couldn’t help but to let out a cry. Aaron pulled back and out of you, which caused you to whimper in protest, without a word, he forced you off the marble counter and turned you around, his hand pushing your head forward to have you bent over it instead “if you can’t keep quiet on your own, I will have to do it for you.” he raised the fabric covering your ass to expose the skin and gently guided his dick back to your entrance, his thrust, however, was way rougher compared to before. You almost let out another moan, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth tightly and it ended up muffled “seems like this will do” he whispered with a mocking tone.

His hips began to snap against yours again, faster and rougher, he was much more in control in this position. His lips focused on nibbling around the shell of your ear, trying his best for his moans to also be muffled. You could feel his balls hitting against the lower part of your pussy, your hands desperately looking for a place to grip, your throat emitting sounds trying to keep yourself sane. He felt you began to clench around him, and so he decided to slide his free hand down to rub around your sensitive clit. You could feel his rhythm become more erratic by the second, with you clenching furiously around him trying to hold back your orgasm and prolong the delicious encounter. Seeking for his release, he used one of his legs to push in between yours and slide your feet on the ground to spread them further open.

The mere gesture caused another muffled moan and you threw your head back. You were able to see yourself on the lavatory mirror, the whimpering mess you had become, and the focused, pleased expression that he had on his face. His fingers quickened the pace “Don’t push yourself for me, sweetheart, show me how good I’m making you feel.” he ordered against your ear; he leaned forward and landed a sweet kiss to your cheek, his hips never giving yours a second of rest. You snapped yours in return and when one of the thrusts was particularly deep, you let your climax take over you.

He clutched the area of your mouth tighter, making his best to push back most of the long moan that you let out. His hips began to lower his speed and his hand moved away from your face. “You still haven’t come.” you whispered trying to do your best to keep yourself propped onto your elbows.

“I’m close.” he answered as he straightened his back. He watched how his member entered and exited you, and the mere sight was making him even more excited “Can you behave for a little?” he mentioned referring to your sounds. You turned around to give him an eager nod and he responded with a smile. “Or perhaps you should let your voice out, so everyone out there can know how good I can treat you.”

You opened your mouth to answer, and in that instant his hands gripped your hips once again to snap your hips into his. You bit down on your bottom lip, hard, to avoid letting your wince come out. His thrusts went back to the original pace, and you could feel yourself just bouncing against the counter, your hands gripping the marble for dear life. His hands squeezed your ass tightly, pulling them back and forth to meet his rhythm. His member began to throb inside you, and you could feel him getting closer. “Inside.” you let out as you turned back to look at him “I want you to fill me up, Aaron” you whispered in between quiet moans.

Your expression was so erotic he couldn’t help himself. His hands gripped tighter on your already reddened rear, and they held your hips in position for his cock to slide all the way in, letting you feel the sensation of being filled up with his cum. You whimpered loudly and allowed him, slightly weak at the overstimulation he had accidentally caused.

He leaned forward to grab one of the paper towels before sliding out of you, his hand pressing it against your entrance to prevent his seed from dripping out on the floor. “We should clean you up.” he mentioned, suddenly very aware of what, and where, he had done.

“I can take care of it.” you said with a gentle smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“After we go out, please go back to your room and put something underneath.” he said almost like an order.

“Yes, sir.” you answered with a purposedly innocent smile.

He nodded approvingly and turned in the direction of the door, he was planning on  waiting outside to make sure no one would be there when you came out, that could cause suspicion, but before he actually exited he turned back around and gripped your face, in a blink, his lips were back on yours with such passion you would have thought round two was about to come. You responded with a gentle caress of his cheek and an opening of your mouth for his tongue to slip in once again. After a couple of seconds, he let go, and without another word he sneaked outside the bathroom. You were left dumbfounded and smitten in front of the stalls, giggling to yourself at what just had happened.

Aaron waited patiently, making sure no one would come around and try to get into the bathroom in spite of the ‘out of order’ sign that still hung from the door. After a few minutes, you came out of the room and he offered a gentle smile to welcome you back.

“Well, seems like I paid off my debt” you said jokingly. His arm folded and was offered in your direction, which you took gladly, for him to escort you back to the main hall.

“In that case, next time I can teach you some racquetball.”

#i know its midnight and i have work tomorrow but i got carried away #fic: mine #fic: hotchner #fic: criminal minds #mine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotcher x reader #aaron hotchner/reader #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch/reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fan fic #aaron hotchner fic #hotch fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #crimnal minds #criminal minds fic #tagging is always a pain

[mandoalorian]

Din djarin is a insecure man so what do you think about din being insecure and following reader when she is in the streets and she already knows it and try to play with his jealous and Fluff at the end. I love you and thanks 🥰

Are You An Angel? [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

Rating: 13+

Word count: 1.7k

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When Din was younger, he'd lay in the lap of his mother and at night, and she'd sing sweet songs to lull him to sleep. His father always made an effort to spend time with Din during the later hours of the evening, sitting on the edge of Din's small bed and holding his son's hand. He couldn't sing like his wife could, and Din didn't really have the privilege of owning any books— but there was one bedtime story that only Din's father could tell, and Din had in fact become particularly fond of it.

"When I met your mother, I believed she was an angel from the moon of Iego. The angels were reputed for their beauty, and she was certainly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." Din's father would tell, smiling as he reminisced.

Din became enamoured with the story and the concept of angels. But after the death of his parents the idea of love and beauty and peace became so foreign. When he was sworn to the Creed, his priority became to fight and defend, but the story his father told all those years ago still lived deep within Din's heart. It was something he always held onto.

Finding a long term lover was just never in the cards for Din, no matter how much he dreamed of it. It just wasn't plausible, considering his creed and career, and that gave him some kind of insecurity. He'd never had a serious relationship. He understood and came to accept that no one would really want a man who was part of a culture that forbade the removal of his helmet, or even a bounty hunter who was always constantly travelling and couldn't settle down.

But things had been changing. Din had a child now, and he hadn't claimed a bounty from the Guild in months. Din had never stayed in one place for too long— he couldn't without running the risk of getting into trouble with thugs or crime syndicates. But when he returned to Nevarro one sunny afternoon, he walked through the market and saw you.

You were hidden by a cloak, intriguing the attention from Din almost immediately. You picked up an apple and handed it to one of the children with a generous smile. The child snatched it from you promptly and ran off. You were unlike anyone or anything Din had seen before… you beamed and glowed and your beauty was incomparable. When he first saw you, he was reminded of his father's story about the angels on Iego.

Once upon a time, Din would've said that 'love at first sight' was nonsense. Ridiculous. But he hadn't met you. He learned that you attended the farmers market on Nevarro everyday at approximately the same time— and every day, without fail, you'd purchase an item of fruit; be it sourberries or sweetplums, and you'd give it to a child in need. Din would watch you from the hull of the Razor Crest, staring intently, baffled by your continued selfless acts of kindness and generosity.

He wanted to approach you. He wanted to say hello, maybe ask you for a drink— although that would be absurd considering he couldn't remove the beskar that contained his face. He just wished he'd have enough confidence to say something; anything to you. But whenever he got close to saying something, his mouth would get dry and his throat would close up.

He couldn't believe it, he'd never experienced anything like this before. Din was always able to talk himself out of tricky situations but this… was something else. It was your aura that stunned him. It was everything his father had described to him when he was younger, but now Din could finally understand what exactly he meant.

He was going to say something. Just a simple 'hello'. He had to. He spent some time in the fresher before, he planned out how exactly he was going to approach you. He'd talk it through with Grogu. "Listen kid," he told the green bean. "She seems to like to give kids fruit from the market stall so… maybe ask for some sourberries or something, yeah? And then I'll come up to you and uh…" Din trailed off, trying to make his elaborate plan clear to his son who almost definitely had no idea what Din was talking about.

Din was sure you hadn't seen him, but he was wrong. Only once in a blue moon would the Nevarro locals see a Mandalorian dressed head to toe in silver Beskar. Din was pretty memorable. You noticed him the first day he saw you. You were aware you were being watched, and quite frankly, you didn't care.

If it was any other man… any other dirty scoundrel watching you from his ship quarters, you'd feel violated and disgusted. But Din Djarin wasn't just any man. Having a Mandalorian warrior watch over you, knowing that he had an armoury full of weapons and the impeccable skillset of a true fighter made you feel protected. You hadn't spoken a word to him— what were you to say to a Mandalorian? But you wanted to. His presence initiated a primal urge within you. You needed him.

When the time came, he couldn't do it. He froze up, seeing a man caress your arm and lean into you. The man was strange. Din had been watching you for weeks now and he had never seen this man at all. Could it be a friend from another planet? A boyfriend? No… not a boyfriend. The pit of Din's stomach filled with envy. Had he waited too long to make his move? He cursed himself under his breath for letting himself get so attached to a woman he had never even met before.

Din watched closer, his eyes narrowing when he saw the strange man press his chest into yours, pushing you into the fruit & veg stall you stood beside everyday. You looked uncomfortable but your good heart stopped you from pushing him away. Din's fingers graced the blaster in his holster as he watched the man press a finger into your chest, drunkenly slurring his speech. Your fingers curled around the market stall table, defensively creating fists that were so tight your knuckles turned white.

Noticing the man had a dagger in his pocket, Din decided he had to act fast. It wasn't the way he intended meeting you, but no one else was watching over you. He couldn't bear to see you get hurt.

Din whipped out his vibroblade and held it to the man's neck, your eyes widening in horror as he approached the stranger from behind. "Step away from the lady," Din hissed, his voice laced with venom and the knife only inches away from the man's throat. "Make one wrong move and you're dead, you understand?" Din asked.

The man removed his hands from you, placing them above his head and surrendering. He slowly took a few steps away before quickly running off without saying a word. With a flick of a switch, Din shut down his vibroblade and slid it back into his holster.

"Th-thank you," you bit your lip nervously, looking up at the Mandalorian. "You're my hero."

"It's uh, it's nothing," Din replied, feeling the awkwardness consume him. "Are you new around here?"

"Fairly," you answered quickly with a nod.

"Because there's a lot of men like him, here on Nevarro. Bad men. So uh, you should really be careful." Din explained and you didn't reply, instead shyly looking down at the ground. Din felt like he had royally messed up. Grogu padded over towards the both of you, blinking his big black eyes innocently. You couldn't help but grin when you saw him.

"Is this your child?" you quizzed, eventually breaking the silence.

"Something like that." Din muttered as his gaze flicked between you and Grogu.

"Oh, I've never seen a child like him before. He's wonderful." you beamed merrily, pulling out a bunch of sourberries and handing them to Grogu.

"He's certainly special," Din grumbled through a genuine smile. "So, what brings you to Nevarro?"

"It's… complicated," you huffed out a sigh. "Actually, I may not be able to stay here much longer."

"On the run?" Din asked with a chuckle, but it was only a half joke. His heart shattered when he saw you nod sadly.

"Yeah. Like I said, complicated." You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest.

"I know how it feels," Din revealed and you looked up at him with curiousity. "My uh… my ship. It has room for you, if you wanted to come with me." He suggested, pointing aimlessly to the Razor Crest which was stationed a few yards back. Grogu gargled quizzically.

"Where are you going?" you asked the Mandalorian.

"I- anywhere? Nowhere? Everywhere? There's really no place off limits." Din responded.

"You'd really let me accompany you?" you asked again. For some reason, you weren't completely opposed to the idea. In fact, you trusted this man who you didn't even know the name of.

"Yeah," Din shrugged casually. "But I do have one question," you nodded, urging him to continue. "Are you an angel?" he asked, immediately hating the way the words left his lips.

"A what?" you scrunched up your nose in bewilderment, unsure if you had heard him right.

"An angel," he repeated. "From the moons of Iego."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his sentiment. "I could be asking you the same thing," you giggled, pursing your lips together into a thin line. "You've been watching me for weeks. Like my guardian angel." Din felt embarrassed that you had noticed him, but his feeling immediately softened when you placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "I would like to come with you." you said quietly, subconsciously fluttering your eyelashes.

"Where would you like to go?" Din questioned, his voice low through the modulator.

"Take me to the moons of Iego," you smiled, before interlocking your fingers with his and letting him direct you back to the ship. "I want to see these angels."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian season 2

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: chapter one

azriel x reader (acotar) 

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast. 

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also some for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 2.8k 

a/n: this is the first proper fic I have written in so so so long and i’m legit nervous to post it so pls be nice, plus feedback is always appreciated. there are more parts to come, I’m not sure how many yet but i’m going to try post regularly! message me if you wanna be tagged and i’m gonna try figure out how to make a masterlist :) 

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The view from your window was beautiful yet haunting. Your eyes roamed over countless wildflowers, yet your stare would linger on a poppy or a Red Admiral butterfly and you were back there. You were tied down and crying, body and brain equally numb until another searing lash stripped your back of flesh, white-hot pain rushing through your body and forcing an involuntary cry to tear from your lips.

You quickly stood, wiping your hands down your skirt in an attempt to quell the memories surfacing, the ones you had desperately tried to supress since you had fallen. You quickly moved, all but running to the bathroom, needing to do something, anything, so long as it got you out of your head. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, looking exactly as you felt. The dark circles under your eyes from nights spent with hot tears flowing freely down your cheeks and into your hair and ears made you look ghostly, paired with the dull tone your skin had taken on, losing its natural glow. You looked as empty as you felt, a shell of the person you once were.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you quickly moved away, instead walking to the kitchen, the nausea from not eating overcoming you, yet the thought of eating just made you more nauseous. You found an apple at the bottom of a practically empty fridge and cleaned it softly, then used a blade to cut it into four, forcing it down, repeating the benefits it gave your body as you went, the basic information you had learned in your high school biology class, using the information to push through the sick feeling residing in your stomach, and instead focusing on the energy you desperately needed.

Your gaze drifted to the ajar door that led to your expansive garden, the cottage you lived in itself was small, but your garden was your pride and joy, your power sifting through all the plants in it, bringing them to life in ways of indescribable beauty, nearby animals coming to exist in harmony, safe under the care of their protector. But recently the usual vibrancy of the garden was dimming, the grass turning yellow and the plants wilting. There were no deer napping under bushes and barely any birds taking full advantage of the seed you laid out for them. You pushed past the door and into the garden, the plants brightening as you trailed your hands over their leaves. You found your favourite spot to sit in and dragged your fingers through the grass, smiling despite yourself as it visibly perked up, turning greener instantly. Your gaze trailed to a ruby throated hummingbird that had landed on the special feeder you left out for them, your breath hitching at the red colour, mind instantly returning to the dark, unable to tear your eyes away from the innocent bird.

The first thing you remember seeing was red, red water flowing like blood, red rocks beneath your bent knees, and your skin tinted red from dried blood seeping out of the wounds the chains around your wrists had inflicted on you. You sought to remember where you were, your mind drifting back to how you clung to Annabeth, your stomach aching from what must have been a broken rib, even as she was roughly pulled backwards, even as Percy desperately grabbed her, falling over the edge too, not quite reaching Nico’s shaking hand as he desperately tried to save you. You remembered been torn from their grip during the fall, a Fury hoping for a demi-god it could pick apart, you remember Annabeth screaming they would save you. But you don’t remember landing here, and you don’t remember the chains being attached to your wrists and ankles, or your shirt being removed, a choice you decided couldn’t mean anything good. However, you knew you would never forget the dark chuckle you heard behind you. Or the colour red.  

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Azriel didn’t know where he was. He knew he wasn’t in his world at least, but that was as far as his knowledge went. He was simply tired after a long mission far away from Velaris and his family and had tried to travel through the shadows to his home. Yet here he was, farther away from home than he had ever been and absolutely exhausted. He stepped out of his shadows and had to blink as the tallest buildings he had ever seen came into view. He absentmindedly took a step forward, then another until he was roughly shoved into, a man with a thick accent he couldn’t place swearing at him. His head whipping around as he got his bearings and moved to follow the direction more people than he could believe were walking until the crowd thinned out.

With less people present he slowed his pace, hands drifting to his pockets when civilians stared, old insecurities that never really left him rising to the surface, and instead took the time to admire the strange world he was in. the fashion in this new world was vastly different to his own, groups of girls congregating in tiny shorts and tight tops, next to groups in which there were girls in all black and boys in skirts. There were men and women dressed sharply talking quickly to no-one in particular, with hands pressed to their ears, there were people in rags begging for money and there were people dressed in ways he couldn’t even fathom to understand. By the time he reached the end of the street he was sure he had seen everything, and walked onto a more recognisable street, one with smaller buildings, unlike the magnificent glass structures, made from stone and wood and with friendlier faces behind stalls filled with food he recognized along with food he had never seen before.

He made his way through the market, losing track of time, the initial anxiety he felt seeping away, if he got here, he could easily return home, right? Instead, he chose to focus on the culture of this new world, determined to tell his family of the wonder he had uncovered, faintly hearing different languages from people’s conversation, and music coming from the open window of what he presumed was a coffee shop. He distantly wondered if they could see his wings, as no-one eyes lingered the way he had grown used to, in fact it seemed they couldn’t look at them, he presumed humans in this world simply had a natural glamour preventing them from seeing fae, that being said however, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t spot another fae.

Eventually he reached the end of the street and decided he should return home now in order to stop his family from worrying, searching for a shadowed alley so as to not draw to much unwanted attention to himself. He walked to an alley that he decided would do the trick, excited to share this adventure with his family, but stopped short when he came face to face with a girl in a short skirt with incredibly pale skin and fire-like hair leaning over a passed-out man, sucking blood from his neck. She looked up when he approached and he saw that her hair was not just fire-like but literally fire, and her eyes were glowing red, and angry. More alike her then came out of the shadows, he quickly counted six, sighing as he pulled Truth-teller out of its sheath.

Shit. I am not in the mood for this.

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You strolled through your favourite farmers market in NYC, the colours that filled the stalls always bringing some cheer back into your life, along with the thought of home-made meals and your practically overflowing basket, filled with fruit, vegetables, bread, and other necessities, but not meat, not since the animals started speaking to you when you first arrived at camp, and nothing red, you still couldn’t face that.  

You made a quick stop at your favourite coffee place, opting to get your drink to go, only making polite conversation when you had to, and smiling through any other interaction. You were soon ready to leave, basket and dusty blue corduroy jacket slung over one arm, cup in that hand and your phone that the Hephaestus cabin had adapted in the other, when you heard pained grunts and the cackle of a monster you wished you could just forget already from a nearby alley.

You gave a pained sigh, looking longingly at your coffee before chugging it and throwing the cup in a nearby bin, making your way over to the alley. When you got there, you saw an unnaturally dark alley filled with a gaggle of Empousa surrounding a tall, winged man who was fighting incredibly well but clearly hadn’t gotten the celestial bronze memo, as his blade was defective.

“Long time no see ladies” you said, smirking at the growls that tore from the back of their throats as they tore around to stare at you, recognition in their horrifyingly red eyes. “What no hugs, no happy reunions?”

“You.” The middle one snarled, lunging forward, only to be cut down by the thick, green vine you had grown, intertwined with strands of celestial bronze you kept wrapped around your wrists disguised as thin, looping bracelets, and exploding into dust which you nonchalantly wiped from your shoulder.

“Whose next,” you laughed as three of them leaped at you, two staying behind and keeping the winged man, who had taken to staring at you with an unreadable expression, occupied. You destroyed them quickly enough to see the man falter as one of the Empousa force their talon like nails into his side, twisting it and pulling it out. You rolled your eyes, moving to pick up his slack, wrapping the vine around its neck and pulling until it exploded into the fine dust. The man was on the floor now, clutching his side, as you stalked forward to the final monster.

“You know I really just wanted a chill day,” you complained,

“I remember you,” it hissed, smiling at you with razor sharp teeth.

You fought a shudder and forced the memories down, “I’m glad I made an impression.”

“They want you back you know, we never got to finish playing.”

You snarled and went to move, but it was too fast, and you realised your mistake in waiting too long as it released a piercing cry that must have notified monsters from miles away, “shit,” you muttered under your breath, killing it quickly and moving to the winged man’s side.

“Hey, any chance those wings are good at flying,” you asked, “cause we’re about to be swarmed and I really just wanna get home.” You put his arm over your shoulders and dragged him up, grunting under his weight.

“I-it, poison.” Was all he said, fully leaning on you.

“Shit, okay um,” you racked your brain for an idea, furrowing your brows when you saw monsters start coming around the corner, eyeing you like their favourite toy. The man looked up from beneath his thick, dark hair before cursing and tightening his grip on your shoulder.

“Just hold on,” he said,

“What? Wait no!” you shouted, clinging to his arm as suddenly you were engulfed in darkness, only to suddenly be blinded by bright, hot light, forcing your eyes closed.

When you opened them again, you were on a sandy beach facing an impossibly blue ocean. Your mouth fell open and you turned to ask the man some questions, (or yell at him you were yet to decide) just in time to watch him collapse, falling onto the sand with a soft thud, red blood steadily flowing out of his side, the blood draining from your face at the sight.

Shit.

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You stared down at the man in disbelief for at least two minutes. He can shadow-travel. Is he a son of Hades? Gods know I don’t need another step sibling. Also, where the fuck am I? Why a beach? Is it LA? I might marry him if it’s LA. A million thoughts raced through your head as you stared at him, guessing that the unnatural darkness you saw before must have come from the shadows you could now see were surrounding him, protecting him from the light and, when you moved closer, you. From what you could see, he was handsome, if not slightly dead looking, thick, dark hair and a lean, muscular build. Wait dead looking? You cursed jumping into action, checking his pulse, relieved when you found it, before moving to his side using the knife you kept tucked into your boot to hack through the leathers he was wearing in order to reveal the gash.

It wasn’t wide but seemed deep as it was gushing dark red blood, you blanched and screwed your eyes shut at the sight, fighting the memories of your own dark red blood. You opened your eyes purposefully not looking at the cut as you used his torn leathers to put pressure on the cut and start dragging him up the beach to an area you could grow the thin vines you would need as makeshift stitches.

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Azriel woke to an extreme discomfort in his side, in a place he didn’t recognise. He pushed up into a sitting position, wincing at the reminder of his wound, and looked around, finding himself shirtless, surrounded by trees on a sandy floor. A girl was sitting cross-legged, staring- no- glaring at him and he felt himself return a confused expression, vaguely remembering her as the girl that had killed the monsters that he could have sworn were completely invulnerable.  

“What are you?” She asked suddenly, her bluntness taking him by surprise, but before he could answer she continued, “I mean I’m presuming you’re some sort of child of Hades, given you shadow travelled, but I don’t understand what else, cause you’re defo not part human?”

“Hades?” he asked, frowning at the words he didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” she asked slowly, raising her eyebrows at him as if it was something obvious.

He scoffed, “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Oh, is that so? No thank you or anything? I mean it’s not like I saved your life and I mean least of all I would expect an apology.” She was rambling as she stared at him in disbelief.

“An apology?”

“Yeah, for getting me stuck here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Fuck if I know,” she threw her hands up in exasperation, “I thought you know, I’ve done enough, I’ll let him find a cure for that poison on his own, I just wanna go home, so I decided lets get my bearings. I’ll find a high place and work out where I am, only to climb to the top of a fucking mountain and realise you got us stuck on a fucking Island!”

He slowly stood, bracing himself on a tree, as she remained sat, levelling him with an unimpressed stare. He shook his head, not needing to babysit this girl, and instead shot up from the ground, flying above the island to see she was in fact correct, there didn’t seem to be land for miles.

Suddenly, a sharp shooting pain went up his right side and he lost control of his balance for a second, all but plummeting to the ground.

“Yeah you shockingly haven’t healed completely yet,” the girl said moving to his side and pushing away his maimed hands from his wound, barely even glancing at the scars, “I have some ideas as to what will cure the poison, but if you want to fly away and leave me to die here, be my guest,” every word was dripping with sarcasm and he fought back a growl at her as she inspected his wound, were he saw he had torn the peculiar, green stitches.

He watched her carefully, not fully trusting her, as she inspected his stitches, furrowing his eyebrows when she significantly paled at the sight of his blood. “What scared of a little blood,” he instantly regretted the biting words when she snarled at him and put more pressure on the wound than was necessary, feeling slightly guilty given she had saved his life, but her attitude was infuriating, and he just wanted a hot bath and food.  

“Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to stitch you back up, and then we’re gonna find a lake or some source of fresh water, you’re going to heal extremely quickly so you can take us back home and you’re not going to give me anymore shit? Kapeesh?” The stare she gave him could’ve rivalled his own in terms of intimidation, but instead of challenging her he just nodded, setting his jaw.

“Good. Now, nice to meet you, I’m (y/n),” she said reaching out a hand,

“Azriel.” Was all he said, meeting her small, soft hands in his rough, scarred ones, the difference in texture astounding him, still not entirely used to touch, and ignored the tightness in his chest when she offered him a cocky smirk.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acomaf #acosf #acofas #rhysand #feyre #percyjackson #greek mythology #heroes of olympus

[beeexx]

Part 2 of snippets from Ivan and Fedyor’s season 1 pov. Home is where the heart is.

Loving in a time of war. Read part 1 here. 

Ivan’s slept too little to be awake at this hour. It’s barely morning, the sun is just beginning to paint the sky, but the curtains haven’t been drawn properly and light dances off Fedyor’s sleeping face. They’ve moved during the night, Ivan is facing the door, his back to Fedyor, who has snuggled close, one hand wrapped over his waist and his face in Ivan’s neck, puffs of hot air tickling his skin at the steady rise and fall of his chest. Ivan’s lips twitch into a small smile as he carefully shifts out of Fedyor’s grip and gently places his arm back on the soft silk sheets. He scrunches his face up, like he subconsciously knows Ivan’s out of reach and Ivan reaches out to smooth the wrinkles over, pushing some of his fringe away from his eyes. His hair is soft and unfixed like it’s not often these days and Ivan likes it the best this way, when Fedyor, almost always so open, is even more open, the armour even he wears around the palace is stripped back completely and just there for Ivan to see. 

“It is too early even for you to be awake.” Fedyor murmurs sleepily and blinks his eyes open. He closes them almost immediately again, shielding them from the sun. 

Ivan hums agreeably but considers going outside just the same. He feels restless and his mind is already whirring too much for him to be able to go back to sleep so a walk on the palace grounds when most people haven’t risen yet sounds somewhat appealing to him.

“It is too early for walks too.” Fedyor says like he can read Ivan’s mind and he blindly reaches for Ivan’s arm before he pulls, making Ivan huff. He goes willingly, leaning over him on his elbows.

“Stay.” Fedyor opens his eyes, brown with speckles of golden inside of them and Ivan hums.

“I guess I could be persuaded.” 

Fedyor laughs and looks a little bit more awake immediately, attention fully on Ivan, expression a little smug suddenly. The morning light throws his sharp features into stunning relief and Ivan has yet to see a sight rival this man.  

“Could you now?”

“Depends on the bargain.”

“You know me, I drive a very hard bargain.” Fedyor’s eyes are crinkled up adorably as he tries not to laugh at their ridiculousness but his hand comes to rest on Ivan’s sheek, fingers trailing over his morning scruff. 

Ivan takes his hand in his and kisses each finger reverently and Fedyor’s breath hitches before he grabs Ivan’s face and pulls him down to kiss him roughly. Ivan cuckles against his lips but even when he does it he can feel excitement beginning to pool in his stomach and his toes curl as the kiss grow more heated, the promise of what is about to happen making him feel giddy.

…..

It’s later, in fact probably a lot later when Ivan gets up to get them some water. When he comes back he pushes aside the curtains completely, smiling as the warmth of the sun lingers on his face and takes in the view of the apple orchard that has finally started to bloom. He’s heard that it’s taken it longer than usual this year. 

Fedyor stretches like a lazy cat, sheets tangled in his legs but he accepts the water with a small proud smirk and Ivan rolls his eyes at him. 

“You want me to heal that?” He asks and pushes the pad of his thumb against the love bite on Fedyor’s throat. The kefta won’t be able to fully hide it, it will peek through if he moves his head, which Fedyor is very obviously aware of. 

“No.” Fedyor says simply and Ivan nods. “Do you want me to heal those?” Eyes sparkle with mirth as his own hand trails further down to Ivan’s neckline, dotted with little marks from their earlier love making.

“No.” He mirrors Fedyor’s words and Fedyor smiles, pleased. 

“Thought so.”

“We’re late.” Ivan comments but makes little indication he’s going to move away.

“Are we?” Fedyor drawls, aware that they are. 

“Yes.” 

“No one would notice.” Fedyor moves to sit behind him, placing a sloppy kiss on his shoulder blade.

Ivan snorts 

“We both know that’s not true.” But he leans into Fedyor’s touch anyway, his eyes falling shut instantly. 

“Well it’s not the first time we’ve been late…”

“No, I recall those other times vividly.” His tone is pointed and Fedyor chuckles against his skin.

“My love, I think you might need to get your head checked, because if you recall correctly you had a bit of a trouble streak back in the day.” It makes Ivan chuckle because while that might be true, Ivan always managed to get away with it back in the day, his reputation of orderly and seriousness serving him well. Less so for Fedyor who got the blame, he took it with a secret little smile and never corrected anyone so the assumptions that Fedyor was the one behind it stuck. He turns his head and angles it so he can capture Fedyor’s mouth in a hot searing kiss, never getting enough of him, not even after years together. He messes up Fedyor’s hair and he shifts slightly, Fedyor’s hand coming to rest on his chest again, responding to the way Ivan’s heart is beating under his palm. 

“Good thing I am older and wiser and know not to be late anymore.” He says against Fedyor’s lip before he draws back. Fedyor’s huffs and opens his eyes, brown eyes dark before he frowns and plops down on the bed, frustrated. It makes Ivan laugh and Fedyor waves his hand in retaliation sending blood to the lower regions of Ivan’s body causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Fedyor giggles and Ivan sighs. 

“Fine.” He agrees and climbs back into bed, his husband’s delighted face worth all the trouble they will get for this.

…..

Ivan doesn’t often get a moment to himself these days. He rarely has time off and even when he does have some time to do what he wants he’s rarely alone. But he’s more tired than he’s been letting on and a moment to himself is what he needs. He’s found a secluded spot on the palace grounds, by the lake but off from the common path and not visible if you don’t know where it is. There are birds singing in the treetops and the wind that keeps rustling the leaves is a comforting sound to his ears. 

He exhales. 

A twig snaps suddenly and Ivan freezes for a moment, hands raised the next, ready to defend himself against enemies. It turns out it’s just Zoya, who is clearly fuming as she walks angrily towards the clearing, sending leaves in all directions as she walks.

“I regret ever telling you about this place.” Ivan mutters. She stops, her furious expression slipping for a moment as she spots him before she scowls at him. If there was anyone in the little palace that could rival Ivan in scowling it would be Zoya. He ignores her in favour of closing his eyes, focusing on his breathing to get the moment of serenity back.

But Zoya seems to have other plans and the wind around them come back stronger and colder in a very unpleasant way as she keeps taking her anger out on the environment.

“If you don’t stop this right now I will burst a blood vessel in your brain.” He warns without opening his eyes and the wind abates around them. She stops using her powers to take out her anger, instead she stomps around and growls in frustration like a goddamned child. It is almost as annoying as her earlier tantrum. 

“Saints, can you go have a tantrum somewhere else?” He snaps, his patience all but gone. She glares and kicks a rock before she saunters over and drops herself down unceremoniously onto the bench by his side.

“It was not an invitation for you to sit.” He grumbles but moves anyway to make more room for her. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you think.” She snaps at him and he bites his twitching lips. Despite how extremely annoying Zoya can be Ivan likes her well enough from time to time. 

They both sit quietly for a while and it’s peaceful enough that Ivan forgets she’s there for a moment. Until she groans again.

“Aren’t you going to ask what is wrong?”

“Do I look like I care?” She rolls her eyes.

“If you want sympathy go find someone else to bother.”

“I am realising it was a seriously grave mistake to find you of all people, I should have gone for Fedyor, at least he is sane enough to like me.”

“You will hear no arguments from me.”

She gives him an imperious look that Ivan ignores. 

“What are you even doing here?” She asks instead.

“Trying to get some peace.”

“What, here?”

“Isn’t that the same reason you are here? To get away?”

“Maybe.”

“You are getting predictable Zoya.”

“It was this or shove Alina Starkov into the mud.”

That makes Ivan chuckle unexpectedly and Zoya smirks. 

“Impressive restraint on your end.”

“Oh I’m nothing if not impressive.”

“She is not worth the trouble you’ll get in.” He offers her and she rolls her eyes. 

“Says the one already in favour of the General.”

“I worked hard for that position.”

“So did I.”

“Well maybe you should start looking elsewhere for whatever it is that you want.” Her eyes narrow and the air vibrates between them in her fury.

“Maybe I should hurl you into the lake, that might make me feel better.”

“I’ll put you to sleep before you’ll even have the chance to move.” He doesn’t spare her a second glance, she’ll know the threat is real enough. She sighs before she grows silent, staring out onto the water, eyes distant.

“I worked hard to get where I am Ivan, every day I pushed myself harder to get stronger, better, faster and here she swoops in, all muddy and afraid and suddenly everyone loves her, I don’t get what everyone sees in her.” It’s a rare moment of vulnerability from her he’s not too used to seeing. 

Zoya is younger than both him and Fedyor and Fedyor had taken to the angry girl immediately when she came to the palace. She had warmed fast to him, everyone did, but it had taken a nasty incident with some older Corporalki girls where Ivan had stepped in that had made him and Zoya friends. Ivan might be stubborn, hard working and grouchy at times but he did appreciate stubbornness and commitment which she clearly possessed. She averaged fast when she got here and that didn’t go unnoticed by some older students who didn’t appreciate it and had chosen her as an easy target to take out their failings on.

He had held his hand out to her where she was sitting against the wall, her face downcast as she wiped furiously at her eyes. 

“I don’t want your help.” She had said, her voice steely.

“Good thing I’m not offering you help then.” He had answered her, just as curt, but his hand was still there between them and she had narrowed her eyes before she had let him help her up. She dusted off her kefta and Ivan had watched the smaller girl pull herself together, her pain masked behind a face of indifference. Fedyor would comfort her, offer up some great advice or something. He wasn’t Fedyor. 

“I’d say to keep up what you’re doing at least, the best revenge is success.”

She had studied his face for a moment and he hadn’t smiled or really given any indication that he cared, but a small smile curled at her lips anyways.

“Terrible advice, I already know I am better than those girls.” That made him grin though.

“Doesn’t hurt to hear it every now and then.”

“No, it does not.” She said more somber. She didn’t thank him and he didn’t need it, but something did pass between them that made them understand one another better and the small stubborn girl that didn’t give up had carved out a place in his heart. 

“Hope, that’s what they see.” He says, bringing himself back to the moment.

Zoya furrows her brows.

“It’s not something I can compete with.” She mumbles, a little sadly. Ivan sighs, his treacherous heart twinging in his chest.

“No, but maybe you shouldn’t.”

“It’s not my way to give up.”

“It’s wise to know which battles to fight and which to not.”

“I know which battles to fight.” 

“Zoya…” He begins, clears his throat from the soft voice that has slipped through. He starts again. “Chasing after the General will do you no good.”

She narrows her eyes again.

“What would you know about chasing?”

That makes Ivan laugh and it catches Zoya completely off guard for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Did you just… laugh?”

“You said something very funny.”

“Saints, I can barely make you smile on a good day and now you’re suddenly laughing?”

“Do you often try to make me smile?” 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at him before she averts them to hide what Ivan thinks might be a faint blush. 

“Shut up.”

“Gladly, I would like to return to my peaceful moment.”

“Will you tell me about your history of chasing or shall I have go to Fedyor to get that information?”

“Fedyor would keep my secrets from you.” She rolls her eyes.

“He would…” She says after a while. 

The birds have gone back to their twittering and he enjoys the sounds of the alive forest around him. 

“You’re lucky to have him.” Her voice edges on wistful in its sadness as she interrupts the moment yet again. 

“I am.” He admits because it is the truth. 

“I would like you to tell me how you met.”

“That will never happen.” 

She chuckles.

“I will get the story out of you one day Ivan, I just need to find the right bribing material.”

“That will take you a lifetime malen'kiy.” The old nickname slipping through. 

She smiles brilliantly at him and Ivan offers one back in return.

…..

Ivan is in their room when Fedyor comes back, sitting down, in the process of shaving. 

“I hear you let the sun summoner out of your sight today.” He comments, meeting Fedyor’s eyes in the mirror. His husband at least has the decency to look a little bit guilty before he shrugs and comes forward, wrapping his arms around Ivan’s shoulders. 

“It wasn’t so serious. She just wanted to see the acrobats. Besides, Genya was with her at all times.”

“I see.” He drawls, unimpressed. Fedyor shakes his head, a little peeved. 

“Love do you not remember being young? Wanting to be free, have some fun?” He raises a pointed eyebrow, voice a little stern and Ivan’s demeanor falters for a moment as a small little smile slips through at the memories.  

“Oh I remember.”

“We used to get in so much trouble.” Fedyor giggles, his annoyance forgotten as he places a kiss on top of Ivan’s head. 

“Yes and whose fault was that?” 

“Oh I remember your trouble making streak darling.” Ivan grins and goes back to the task at hand, not admitting anything. 

“She was fine you know.” Fedyor says after a while. Ivan grunts as a reply and Fedyor rolls his eyes, a little fondly. 

“I think it did her some good too.”

“Well she should be focusing on practicing her powers rather than avoiding duties and having fun.”

“What a boring life it would be, to not have any fun.” Fedyor says and spins the chair Ivan is sitting in around before he graciously sits down in Ivan’s lap, plucking the shaver out of his hand. 

“Some people could do with less fun.” He comments drily but lets Fedyor continue with the shaving. 

“Some with more.” 

Ivan huffs. 

“She could have gotten in trouble, then all the preparations for the future would have been wasted.”

“Well I told her off if it makes you feel any better. I tried out my impression of you, worked wonders.” Fedyor’s eyes spark like they do when he’s proud of himself, the joy so contagious Ivan can’t bear to be disgruntled. 

“Oh, that I am impressed by my dearest husband.” He is in fact a little proud. Fedyor grins.

“And, ah, I also think the General is quite fond of her, don’t you think?”

Ivan rolls his eyes. 

“I’m sure she won’t even get in trouble for her little rebellious act, in fact I think he’s a little bit impressed by her.”

“I’m sure it’s not the only thing he’s impressed by.” Ivan mutters and Fedyor laughs.

“My my, is that jealousy I detect?” 

“Don’t be stupid, I do not harbour any jealous feelings of the sun summoner, I am not Zoya for saint’s sake.” Fedyor only laughs harder and puts the shaver up to Ivan’t shin. 

“No, it would be quite unlikely of you to feel jealous when it comes to women.”

“They are not my type.”

“Oh I’m well aware.” Fedyor smirks and Ivan thinks of pushing him off his lap but he doesn’t want to risk getting his throat cut so he tightens his arms around Fedyor instead and Fedyor smiles sweetly before he continues with a ridiculous precision and care he will only extend to Ivan. 

“So, all done.” Fedyor says after a while and takes the towel from the sink, wiping his face clean. 

“Good. Thank you.” 

Ivan’s eyes travel to the newly arrived keftas hanging by the massive wardrobe and he can’t help but frown. Fedyor puts his finger on the scowl and smooths it over.

“No grimaces when there is a party happening.” He chides without any heat and Ivan’s eyes move over to his face instead. 

“You only want to attend this party because of the sweets my love.” 

“Ah there are going to be so many baked goods there.” Fedyor says excitedly. 

“Only you will get this excited over the prospect of sweets.”

“That is because there is nothing quite in this world that can rival sweets.”

Ivan lifts an eyebrow making Fedyor laugh.

“I said quite.” He defends with a laugh and Ivan stands up, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist and places a kiss on his nose. Fedyor’s legs wrap around him in return and his arms come to rest around his neck. 

“Come on, let’s get ready for your party then.” Ivan says with Fedyour’s laughter in his ears. 

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[fourmarkdove]

South-Bound Polecat

Title: South-Bound Polecat

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Sy is furious you’re not taking better care of yourself.

Paring: Syverson x reader

Warnings: Disordered eating

A/N: Based off of this post. Comments welcome. Thanks for reading!

Setting down your oversized bag on the bench near the door, you then leaned over to tug off your heels. You moaned out loud and stretched your toes, unbuttoning your suit jacket. Sy came around the corner and leaned against the double door frame leading out to the hall. Arms folded across his chest, he tilted his wrist and checked the time.

“It’s 9:30,” he complained, watching you shrug out of your jacket. “You said you’d be home three hours ago.”

“I know my love. I’m so sorry.” You came to him and lifted up onto your toes to gently kiss his bottom lip. “Time just got away from me. Good news is that I got all of the quizzes graded and entered into the system.”

“You’re runnin’ yourself ragged, babe.”

“I’ll be fine, darling. I just need a hot bath and then to fall into bed.”

“I grilled steaks for us tonight,” he called up the stairs after you, “three and a half hours ago.”

Ever the keen observer, he caught the scent of - what was that? Ranch dressing? Instead of heading back to the couch, he thumbed open your bag to find the offending smell.

Since he was back from deployment and had more free time than ever, he took it upon himself to look after you like he always said he wanted to. And like you apparently needed. He’d taken to waking on schedule, hours well ahead of you, and he’d go for a run, have a shower, and sip coffee while making your breakfast - usually a smoothie because you flat out told him your “nervous stomach” couldn’t handle eating real breakfast with him.

Every morning he’d pack a lunch for you too. He thought of it as an extra little reminder during the day of how he cared for you by taking the time to slice up thin baby carrot sticks or apple slices earlier that morning.

He sighed a gruff sound, peeling sticky note reminders off of the cracked open container. Ranch dressing had spilled out and leaked all over inside your bag. He popped open the container heading out to the kitchen, discovering you’d not even touched any of the chicken tenders he’d made. That made three times this week that you hadn’t eaten lunch.

When he was all done cleaning up, he sat on the couch and flicked through channels mindlessly. It wasn’t long before he heard the familiar padding of feet coming downstairs and wandering over to the fridge to scrounge for food before bed.

“Babe?” you called, pouring yourself some water. “Any more of that steak? Oh nevermind I found it.”

Coming to the couch in his t-shirt and freshly washed hair, you slide some of the thinly sliced meat into your mouth and cooed, tasting the salty goodness of the rub he’d seared it with. You fold your legs under you as you come to sit next to him, mesmerized by the football game on the screen.

He sat a few long minutes, arm thrown over the back of the couch, and watched you devour the sweet potato fries, steak, and grilled pineapple. Sliding your plate onto the coffee table, you sighed and laid down, using his muscular thigh as a pillow.

Two minutes into the game and you were rolling over onto your side, drawing your knees up and whining about a stomach ache.

“Course it hurts, bug. You just inhaled dinner. You know you’d not come home every night ready to eat the north end of a south-bound polecat if you’d just dig in to the lunches I been makin’ ya.”

You sighed and rubbed your cheek against his leg. “I know. I just get busy…”

“Ain’t nothin’ I ever heard about in your particular line of work that means you can’t stop for 10 minutes to get chow.”

Sitting up, you didn’t have much fight in you between the stomach ache and exhaustion, but still you want him to understand. “Lunch is the only time I can get stuff done. They’ve taken away my planning period. I have to get papers graded. I’ll try to be better about eating but…”

“You an’ I both know ‘try’ is about as worthless as tits on a bull,” he huffed, flexing his fingers over the couch armrest.

Stunned, you gave him a wide eyed look and pulled the damp hair from your face. “Sy, are you angry at me?”

“Geez, woman!” Yes, he was in fact angry. “All I’m asking is for you to look after yourself better. I’m not askin’ for the gotdamn moon!”

He stood up abruptly and paused halfway out of the room. Even in the dim light you could see the muscles across his back were tense and twitching. His fists were balled up and his whole body was rigid.

Your Sy had a temper and there were times when that rage benefitted both him and the men and women who served under his command. His unit needed the discipline he provided because every last one of them knew the training built trust that kept them alive even in the most desperate situations. Most of the time his temperament was fairly sanguine as a natural leader and his charisma was enough to get the job done. If pressed, however, he could and did square up with any soldier who dared to step over the line and disrespect him, the position he held, or ignore instructions given. Even the charisma was calculated. There was never a moment of downtime even if he appeared relaxed.

That’s what frustrated him so damn much dealing with you. He planned to look after you, calculated to make sure you were prepared for long days you faced on your own front line of sorts. He wanted you to feel that same kind of “until the end of the line” support that his unit felt when they trained, when they fought, and when they had down time. Together.

That was the thing - he couldn’t do any of that from home while you went to a school campus. You had no down time together other than collapsing in his arms always for sleep. And he sure as hell couldn’t engage in any kind of training like he was used to. The one and only time he barked at you was earlier on in your relationship, over something altogether innocuous, like how the ladder wasn’t set properly when you climbed up to wash windows. He was correct and it was unsafe but the delivery sent ice through your veins. When you climbed down and approached him, shuddering with fear and bottom lip quivering, his heart broke in two.

He spent the rest of that night cuddling you up in his bear arms, nuzzling your neck and barely speaking above a whisper. He swore he’d never raise his voice to you like that ever again.

When things came across like this not eating lunch thing, it was difficult for him. What was that bullshit book you made mention of about love languages? His was clearly acts of service; why weren’t you seeing that?

I make you lunches because I want to provide for you. I want you to feel supported and loved even when I can’t physically be with you.

That’s what he wanted to say; what he meant to say every time he closed the lid on those containers and slipped them into your bag as you ran out the door and forgot your smoothie.

For you not to even have opened them? Whether you meant to or not, he felt flat out rejected. Did you really not want him? He tried so hard in his own way to tell you how desperately he loved you. But it felt like you couldn’t be bothered enough to care, hence ranch dressing spilled in your bag.

“I’m goin’ to bed,” he sighed. “Night, bug.”

Ten minutes later, he heard the bathroom sink and then the sheets being lifted as you silently slid in on your side of the bed. He faced away, feeling like sinking down into himself and closed his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, he heard a faint whimper as you curled up smaller in your sleep and began to rock yourself. Sitting up, he glanced over his shoulder and sighed. Your belly must have still ached.

Rolling over, he pulled you close and turned your body over so he could rub his large hand over your stomach soothingly.

He felt your little gasp and fingers curl against his chest when you woke with a start. “Mm I… bad dream…” you mumbled. He wrapped a steady arm behind your back so you could use his bicep as a pillow while he rubbed your midriff.

“I know, babe. Shh you’re safe…” he whispered, pressing his cheek to your forehead.

“Please don’t be mad,” you sniffled barely awake, pressing your nose into his neck. “I love you.”

Even barely awake, you said it so easily. It felt like a miracle every time the words fell over your beautiful lips. He tucked a hand behind your head and kissed your forehead gently. “I love you, bug.”

You cooed and settled down, drifting fast now that you were tucked into him.

“Can I take you out for lunch tomorrow?”

“Mm… sounds nice…” you sighed one last time before passing out completely.

He could not have been more awake, however.

His cheeks burned and something tightened in his throat - what was that - choked up like tears? Even if you didn’t remember it, he’d managed to say it out loud.

I love you, bug.

But you remembered.

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[yeochikin]

chamomile & strawberry. | p. seonghwa

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, @exosnoona29​! i’m sorry it took a little while so thank you for being patient! i hope you like this ✨💖 also, tagging @hwanami​ since i know she’s whipped for hwa 🤠

the smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with a tint of brewed tea leaves wafted in the air and into your nose. the sounds of birds cheerfully chirping created a little melody featuring the small wind chime right at the arch of the doorway your hand reached up to wipe away the thin sheet of sweat forming on your forehead from the sweeping you did. with both hands on your hips, your eyes scanned throughout the entire room for a few seconds, making sure no spot was missed and tables all clean, you beamed to yourself afterwards once everything was neat. with a quick fix of your messy hair, it was time to open your little tea house.

living in a small village just at the outskirts of the nearby city, you never figured that your tea house would make quite an attraction. everyone would always refer to you as the residential tea maker, admiring the way you would pour different scented teas into a cup that was paired with a matching teapot and saucer. maybe that was what interested everyone in this small town you lived in. though you would have to admit, with the amount of various themed tea sets you have, you would be sitting in the tea house as well to admire them. but of course, you would always think that it was because your grandmother had passed this tea house. 

ever since your grandmother had passed on, you were the one who took her place as the tea maker. she had always been the one to take care of you since you were little every time your parents were too busy with their work, sometimes having to spend a night or two, depending how busy they were. you remembered watching your grandmother brewing your favourite chamomile tea when you had a nightmare, sometimes even letting you help just to take your mind off of the bad dream you had. you were always found sitting near the window of this exact tea house to talk with the customers stopping by the tea house, a chatterbox was what your grandmother had called you, not wanting you to disturb the customer yet they couldn’t help but to see you as an endearing child. you had promised your grandmother that one day, you wanted to be a tea maker just like her when you grew up, even wanting your own tea house in the city. and fast forward to the present, you had fulfilled your promise. despite not being in the city, you were content with what you have.

your hands were busy cleaning the shelves filled with jars of tea leaves until a sudden ‘ding’ rang into your ears, indicating someone had stopped by. you blinked a few times in confusion, not expecting a customer to come by so soon just a few minutes of opening up. without wasting time, you made your way to the door to greet your first customer of the day with a slight jog in your steps. standing near the counter, you noticed a tall person curiously gazing around the tea house of yours with his back facing you. he must have heard your voice before turning around, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. 

there, a pair of gorgeous dark brown irises held your gaze, a honey-ish tinted hair styled in a slightly messy manner yet somehow still looked good on the male standing in front of you, his lips a bit pinkish that reminded you of the lingering colour after eating a fresh strawberry flavoured drink. somehow, he managed to pull off a loose white shirt and washed denims so effortlessly stunning on him, topping it off with a chain-like earring on one of his ears and a few rings adorning his long fingers.

you must have been staring at him for a little while since the said stranger waved a hand, albeit awkwardly with a little smile on his lips, making it seem as if he was in a cross between confused and awkward. With a shake of your head, you returned the smile with your own out of sheepishness, bowing your head ever so slightly.

“s-sorry, welcome to the tea house!” you managed to say, already hitting yourself in a number of times from the slight stutter in your words. a low chortle soon resonated in your ears, though a tinted red from being flustered, you looked up at the man. he merely shook his head and reassured you that it was alright, but instead, apologising for making you startled since he mentioned how frozen you were for a bit, effectively making you want to bury yourself in a hole as to how obvious you were and quickly coming up with an excuse.

“i was just surprised at how i could have a customer already, considering that i just opened up.” you retorted.

“ah, is that so? I happened to come across this place from my morning walk, and i guess i couldn’t help but to admire your tea sets that are on display.” he said. You couldn’t help but to notice how it was rather deep yet had some type of calmness in the timbre of his voice. It was then, a sudden thought came to you. Come to think of it, you had never seen this man before from the years of living in this small town outside of the city. 

“are you perhaps.. new around here? i haven’t really seen you around before.” you decided to ask with a slight tilt of your head. you watched as how his expression perked up as if he had realised something, immediately bowing his head to apologise for not introducing himself sooner. 

“sorry about that, i’m seonghwa. park seonghwa,” the ma- no, seonghwa, greeted before he continued, “i am new here, i just moved into town just yesterday evening.” 

your lips formed into a small ‘o’ then replacing it with a gentle yet welcoming grin as the first mental answer you had was correct. “it’s nice to meet you, seonghwa. my name’s y/n, y/n l/n” you introduced.

“if i’m not being a bit too nosy, what brings you here? moving here, i mean.” you asked. 

it was very well known of you to be curious of things around you ever since you were a little girl. you had to admire how your grandmother was always patient with your questions ranging from the questions that had a simple answer to questions that seemed so silly anyone who heard it would surely laugh out of amusement from your curiosity.

“ah, well, i got a new job here at the town’s kindergarten,” seonghwa trailed off, resting his weight on one of his feet. your eyes widened slightly before clasping your hands together in amazement. 

“is that so? i'm sure the kids in this town would love to meet their new handsome kindergarten teacher.” you exclaimed, grinning brightly over at the male. 

seonghwa, on the other hand, could only raise an eyebrow at the certain word he had heard from you, one of the corners of his lips lifting up into a small smirk out of amusement. “ah, you think i’m handsome?” he asked, cheekiness lacing in his tone as he spoke which caused you to momentarily freeze in your place.

you could feel blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks at the slip of word as your hand quickly came up to cover your lips, apologising for accidentally blurting the word out loud. seonghwa couldn’t help but to release a light laugh from the strings of apologies along with almost incoherent words coming out from a flustered you, waving a hand in a dismissive manner to reassure you that it was fine.

“to be fair, i find you cute.” he casually added, a wink in the end that only made you grow more sheepish.

“sir, i’m gonna have to ask whether you wanna order something or i would have to kick you out for flirting with the tea maker.” you joked, which of course made seonghwa chuckle as the two of you could feel the awkward ice slowly melting away.

“as far as i remember, you called me handsome first. i only returned the compliment.” he retorted as a matter of factly, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasise his point, to which made you jokingly roll your eyes at him. 

from there, the two of you seemed to get along quite well. it was not a surprise as to how seonghwa was able to get along with the other townspeople from how friendly and humble he was. not to mention, he was also surprisingly good with the children in the nearby kindergarten yet of course, knowing when to pull a strict teacher act whenever they misbehaved yet not to the extent of having them completely fear him. It was safe to say he is the town’s favourite at this point. 

seonghwa is always seen standing near the park’s playground while making sure the kids were safe as they played with each other, occasionally joining in to play as the ‘monster’ while they played tag. when not at the playground, he can be found in your tea house either relaxing with a cup of tea while reading his book or just stopping by to have a conversation with you.

it would be a lie to say that you weren’t thankful that your tea house was not busy on most days of the week, knowing that you get to talk to this handsome kindergarten teacher. two of you would mostly talk about how your days were, you amusedly listening to seonghwa telling you about the children’s antics during his classes, or how you would excitedly tell him the new tea set you have been wanting for so long finally being able to be ordered. more often than not, seonghwa would wait until you close up the shop, helping you out by cleaning the place as to which you were thankful with the extra pair of hands. 

your hangouts always happened in the days after your first meeting. which then changed to weeks and then, to a few months.

and today, was like any other day. seonghwa was sitting near the window checking his students’ works, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with brows furrowed in concentration, while you were wiping down the cups you had washed earlier. your eyes glanced up at the wall clock to check the time, noting how you had a few more minutes before closing time. yet seeing as though there weren't any more customers coming by any time soon, you decided to start cleaning up the place a little earlier and made quick work of placing the cups away in the cabinets. seonghwa, hearing the rustling around, looked up. he then placed his glasses down and closed the last workbook that he was examining before getting up to help upon seeing you struggle with putting some cups away. 

“a little early today, mm?” he inquired, looming over from behind to help you place a teapot safely in the cabinet you had trouble reaching, hand on your waist.

the sudden voice and action made you jump in place from shock, only to relax afterwards when you only realised it was seonghwa, despite feeling warmth creeping up its way to bloom on both of your cheeks due to the closeness between the two of you yet you kept your calm demeanour. you turned around to face the man and only then, did you feel a huge lump suddenly appeared in your throat

seonghwa was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. your gazes were on each other while silence enveloped the both of you. it felt as if time had suddenly slowed down as well. what is in his mind? what is he going to do? so many questions were running through your mind that you didn't notice the large hand coming up to your head, only noticing it when you felt his slim digits picking at something in your hair.

“chamomile, how can you not notice some of the dried tea leaves in your hair?” his deep voice rumbled, showing the said leaves in his hand as an amused simper was shown on the male’s lips. the nickname was enough to somehow make your heartbeat increase its pace. 

“i guess i was just too busy. though, you shouldn't say that to me considering your hair is a mess too, strawberry.” you retaliated, reaching a hand up to fix the stray strands of his locks, remembering how you've seen (or watched) him run his fingers through his hair numerous times while examining the workbooks.

recently, seonghwa has been calling you with that certain name out of nowhere. when you asked why he had called you as such, he simply mentioned that he had noticed that you tend to drink your favourite chamomile tea even if there was a variety of flavours. hence, him calling you chamomile which led you to calling him ‘strawberry’ as you found him taking a liking to your strawberry tart.

with the names being exchanged and the frequent hangouts in your tea house, some of the residents would claim that the two of you would make an adorable couple. for instance, the middle aged ladies who tend to stop by at your little tea house for their daily gossiping would loudly coo at the sight of the two of you whenever seonghwa would usually send you his playful wink, to which you responded with a flying kiss to balance out the flirty energy. but of course, you would always deny it.

it wasn't because you didn't like him. it would be a lie to say that you do not have a small crush on park seonghwa, the town’s heartthrob. how could anyone not? you wouldn't say he's perfect, considering that everyone has their own flaws. even seonghwa himself had confessed his concerns about himself but.. but that's what makes him, well, him. 

you had unexpectedly developed such feelings. could it be because of how he waited for you to close down the tea house and walk you home despite being tired from a day of dealing with misbehaving children? could it be from the way he would usually stop by in the morning to get a freshly brewed cup of peppermint tea before heading towards the school? or was it because of how seonghwa would always send you flirty pick up lines and winks while you were busy tending to the customers of the tea house just to make you clumsily stutter over your words once he caught you off guard by doing so?

you don't know. 

but what you do know is that you like him. you like him so much that the smell of strawberries reminded you of him. 

yet, like any other person with a crush in mind, you would try your best to shrug those feelings away. who knows? maybe seonghwa was just the flirty type considering how the ladies in town seemed to love this heartthrob, no matter what age. or perhaps that you were just scared that if you confessed or even hinted that you like him in the most possible way, seonghwa would shut you out that the two of you would go back to being strangers.

“chamomile?” seonghwa’s voice called out, making you snap back into reality. you hadn't noticed that the said man was already pulled back to look at you, eyes full of concern from the sudden quietness coming from you.

“h-huh?” you asked, a slight stutter in your voice.

“i asked whether you are ready to head back home, it's getting dark.” he said, switching his gaze to the window where the sun was slowly being swallowed by the night sky. you couldn't help but to admire how the last golden rays from the sun had kissed seonghwa’s smooth skin, the warm light only making him seem more ethereal than usual. no wonder all the ladies were gushing over the male.

with a shake of your head to stop your wandering thoughts, you cleared your throat to hide your flustered side. “oh yeah, definitely! let me just make sure things are good.” you said. and with that, you made sure that everything in the store was in check and in good condition before heading outside to meet up with seonghwa. 

pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on, he smiled down at you once you were done locking up the door. by the time you two started to walk back home, the sky’s canvas was already painted a deep shade of some type of dark blue with a few specks of crimson here and there, your eyes filled with the swirls of wonder and awe upon seeing the colours mixing in together in such a uniquely beautiful way.

seonghwa, who was a couple of steps behind, watched as you admired the dark sky. he couldn't help but to feel the increased palpitations of his heartbeat from the serene look painted over your visage. for some reason, it happened every time whenever the two of you stopped briefly in your walk home to watch the final appearances of the daylight before being succumbed into a starry night. just like you, seonghwa was scared to admit his feelings.

it seemed as if you weren’t the only one pining over someone. how could he not when you looked so adorable all concentrated trying out new flavours of tea, laughing to himself at the sight of your nose scrunching upon not liking a certain taste to it? how could he not when you looked especially endearing while dancing slightly in place to the beat of a song from your favourite playlist? how could he not when you looked so.. at peace as soon as the last bit of daylights were slowly fading off into the night sky? 

truly, the male had already grown smitten over you yet whenever he has tried to ask you out or admit his feelings, he somehow would always feel as if a little person would tug at his vocal chords so he wouldn’t be able to speak. instead, seonghwa would stand there fumbling with his words in front of you, watching as you tilt your head in question, finding it as a habit of yours whenever your curiosity was painted over the features of your face.

“seonghwa?” your voice intruded his thoughts, his eyes snapping back to instantly focus on your face. 

“yes, chamomile?” he answered, swiftly walking up to your side.

“i was wondering..” you continued, motioning for the two of you to continue walking with a nod of your head, to which seonghwa accepted. 

“..since tomorrow is my late grandmother’s birthday, would you..” you trailed off once again making seonghwa gently rest his hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, as if to tell you to take your time in choosing your words, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you from the little stories you had shared with him.

“would you like to come with me? to celebrate it?” you asked, eyes looking everywhere except for a certain kindergarten teacher right next to you.

seonghwa could only stare at you in a dumbfounded manner before emitting a low chuckle, your endearing way of asking was enough to tug at his heartstrings. with a hum, the male swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket to check at his schedule, making sure in case he didn’t have any plans or teaching during the said day, the corners of his pinkish lips tilting up into a little beam before nodding his head.

“i would love to, i’ll come by your place to pick you up at.. 9?” he offered, you looking up at him with wide eyes, a clear indication that you weren’t expecting him to really agree to go with you.

“oh, yeah, sure! definitely, 9 in the morning, yup.” you rambled on, and wondered as to why seonghwa wouldn’t cover your lips with his hand from how much your mouth is running. instead, said male just stood there with an amused beam at how you were acting. 

with the mutual agreement being shared and a few other short jokes being told followed by your laughter mingling with each other as the both of you walked, you had finally reached your place, much to your silent disappointment. unlocking your door, you turned around to face seonghwa to mumble a low ‘thank you’ for walking you home for the day. it was when you were about to head inside that seonghwa had suddenly called out your name, causing you to spin around to face him once again.

“i..” seonghwa started, lips opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe. your eyes stared at him in anticipation, heart thumping into your ears to mask the silence surrounding the both of you underneath the now starry night sky.

‘damn it, just say it!’ the voice inside seonghwa’s head yelled out yet he was frozen, hands feeling clammy and the butterflies fluttering nonstop in his stomach at the way your irises curiously gazed over at him with a particular… glint in them? he can’t quite figure it out. 

“i.. goodnight, chamomile.” he managed to say, much to his disappointment. 

your face fell momentarily yet you quickly sent him your usual bright smile in return to his bid with a nod of your head, “mm, goodnight, strawberry.” and with that, you entered your house and shut the door behind you.

on the other side of the door, seonghwa stood there. his hand reached up to rest above his chest, just where his heart was located, as an attempt to calm the rapid beating. his face was burning and his mind was cursing at himself from how cowardly he was being. With a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, seonghwa took a few more seconds to look at your house before turning away to walk off back to his place.

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“good morning to you, chamomile.” a certain man greeted. 

true to his word, seonghwa was already outside your house at 9 in the morning once you heard a knock on your door while you were preparing the stuff you needed to take with you for the special day today. you couldn’t help but to admire his choice of clothing for the day as well. he’s wearing a loose fitting cardigan over a dark thin shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans. it was a simple look yet you are convinced that whatever seonghwa chose to wear, he looked like he was on his way to a fashion show. heck, you could even make him wear a potato sack and he would still look great. 

“here to say i’m handsome again, y/n?” he joked with a raised brow, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts and warmth going to your cheeks, sticking a tongue out at him.

“from all the time of seeing you almost every day? i’m starting to get used to your appearance, seonghwa.” you retorted, rolling your eyes at how the tall male in front of you feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest dramatically, the two of you laughing afterwards.

while laughing, seonghwa took the brief opportunity to look at you. the light yellow shirt you wore matching your cheerful attitude, matched with washed denims. he had also noticed  what seemed to be a small picnic basket hanging off of your arm. the man felt his smile growing at the pretty little white trimmings adorning the basket. 

“i was thinking that once we are done visiting the cemetery, we could go near the playground for lunch?” your voice suddenly reached his ears, making him perk up instantly with a nod of agreement. 

“that would be lovely. oh and i brought flowers as well.” seonghwa said, showing the two beautifully wrapped bouquets in both hands.

of course, anyone would have noticed them by now. but you couldn’t help but to admire the tall man in front of you that the bouquets seemed to grow unnoticed. though, your eyebrows creased ever so slightly in confusion. “i’m sure one bouquet would be enough, no? grandma loves all types of bouquets anyway.” you questioned, which earned a low chortle coming from seonghwa. 

“actually, the other one is for you.” he sheepishly replied, handing out one of the bouquets to you. your eyes widened ever so slightly at the sudden act, reaching out to take the bouquet into your hands. Looking down, you emitted an almost inaudible gasp. 

the bouquet was filled with fresh chamomiles and a couple of sunflowers were in between. It was a small gesture but it made you feel all warm and giddy inside. ever since you were little, you had never received a bouquet from anyone outside of your family. so to receive one from seonghwa was enough to make you think that it was a sign that today will be a good day.

“i was at the florist earlier and noticed they had chamomiles. you mentioned that you had a liking towards them so i got you this bouquet and for the sunflowers well..” seonghwa trailed off, a hand reaching up to rub at his nape. 

“they reminded me of you, considering how you are always bright.” he continued, a nervous chortle leaving his lips. why is it suddenly hot? could the sun be this warm already? seonghwa merely cleared his throat and looked away as if to make himself busy to shove the flustered side of him away.

“i like them a lot. thank you, hwa.” you grinned in a sheepish manner as your foot kicked against a small pebble.

“are you ready to go?” seonghwa smiled, offering his arm for you to take, which you accepted by linking yours with his. 

and with that, the two of you set off on your way to the cemetery.

“hi, grandma. happy birthday.” you whispered, into the air once you arrived at the designated tombstone, hoping that the wind would carry your words to the skies or wherever to reach your grandmother. 

seonghwa, on the other hand, let you do your own thing quietly. his pools of dark brown swirls watched as you carefully caressed the name engraved on the tombstone, offering a hand when he noticed you cleaning the grave from the dried leaves and threw away the dried flowers that were previously placed, and being replaced with the new ones he had gotten. he quietly stood behind you as you sat in front of your grandmother’s tombstone, talking to her as if she was really there with you.

“today, i brought someone with me. his name is seonghwa, park seonghwa!” you said, his name that you called out instantly making him bow out of politeness.

“it is nice to meet you, i heard so much about you from your granddaughter, ma’am. quite a chatterbox she is.” seonghwa teased, earning a playful glare from you.

“he’s the new kindergarten teacher of the town, everyone loves him.” you chimed in afterwards.

once again, seonghwa stood next to you the whole time there. his expression growing softer by the minute as he watched you talking so.. cheerfully to your grandmother’s grave. momentarily, his eyes looked up at the sky and shut his eyes. a low humming from a sudden gust of wind was suddenly heard as a feeling of tranquility wrapped his whole entire frame. the rustling of leaves echoed around the two of you, followed by you telling your memorable moments from the days of not visiting the place. 

needless to say, the two of you spent your time at the cemetery just reminiscing past memories and recently made ones, laughing at a joke or two being made, until it was time to go.

“i will visit you again soon, grandma. i love you.” you bid goodbye, not before staring at the engraved name before running up to seonghwa’s side.

despite the usual bright grin over your lips, seonghwa silently noticed how your eyes had a slight glossy look to them as a flash of sadness appeared on your visage yet he didn’t comment on it. instead, he mustered up the courage in him to sling his arm around your shoulders, giving it a gentle rub while the two of you walked. of course, you were a little surprised yet you couldn’t help but to lean against him, finding comfort in his gesture. 

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“one, two!” the two of you said in unison, placing the plaid picnic blanket on the spot you both had chosen right underneath a large tree just a few feet away from the playground.

“i made us sandwiches, and made some rice balls as well. i didn’t really know what you would like.” you sheepishly admitted and placed the food right in the middle of the picnic blanket, taking out a couple of cups along with a bottle filled with what seemed to be iced peach tea. seonghwa looked down at the food, and pursed his lips to let out a sound of amazement.

“they look great. thank you for the meal!” 

and with that, the both of you started to eat while enjoying the view of children playing with their friends in the playground, parents standing at the sidelines to make sure the children won’t hurt themselves in the process, while some townsfolk are just out on a walk. 

“hey, y/n. there’s something that i wanted to ask.” seonghwa asked. 

you, not expecting for him to sound serious made you cease the subconscious twiddling of your fingers. you straightened in your seat and tilted your head, indicating for him to continue. in front of you, seonghwa visibly gulped, swallowing the huge lump in his throat that was about to form. it was now or never.

“do you.. do you have anyone in mind?” he asked, eyes focused on his hands folded in front of him.

the sudden question caught you off guard as questions filled your mind rather than answers to his question. why was he suddenly asking you this? is he just genuinely curious? or perhaps… perhaps he has someone in mind? shaking the thoughts away, you wouldn’t know what it is about if you kept overthinking things. you cleared your throat and shifted in place, now hugging your knees as your back was resting against the tree behind you.

“i used to not have someone in my mind.” hearing the words from you made seonghwa sighed internally. “but-” he suddenly perked.

“but lately, someone’s in it. been there for a little while now.” you continued.

at this point, the both of you could feel your heartbeat just racing in your chests. you wondered if it was the appropriate time to tell him. wondering if it would really be the right choice. while seonghwa, he wondered if he’s finally going to say it. wondering what your reaction would be. 

“should.. should we say who we like together?” you suggested. seonghwa could only nod his head, shutting his eyes momentarily to gather all of the courage he needed.

“on the count of three.” he whispered.

“one.” you started, turning to the side to face him properly, heart beating in your chest that you swear seonghwa could hear it too.

“two.” he continued, now looking at you, feeling the familiar fluttering feeling in his stomach.

“three!” now.

“i like you!”

“i like you!”

silence.

silence enveloped the two of you as the both of you stared at each other in shock, both of your eyes widened. your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as you tried to say something, yet not even a whisper could be heard from you. while seonghwa… the poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“you like me?” the both of you asked at the same time.

“i mean-” you guys started again.

“it’s just-” and again.

both of you were about to do it again until seonghwa quickly covered your lips with his hand, your words muffled by the man’s palm.

“yes, i like you too. have been for a while now.” he said, slowly removing his hand away from your lips to let you speak.

he watched at how you dumbfoundedly stared at him before reaching up to gently pinch your own arm as if to see whether this was a dream or not, grimacing at the sight as you emitted a quiet hiss from the sting against your skin. this was definitely not a dream. without another word, your arms were suddenly thrown around his neck to pull him into a tight hug, seonghwa grunting at the sudden weight and caught you in his arms, making sure that he could balance the both of you so he wouldn’t end up falling down from the sudden hug, his own arms wrapped around your frame as he buried his face against your soft hair. though none of you were talking, it was enough to let seonghwa know how you felt. and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you were right. 

today is a good day indeed.

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the sudden chime of bells ringing reached your ears, making you look up from the tea pot you were using to brew a fresh batch of chamomile tea, an indication a customer has walked into your tea house. walking over to the door, you were about to greet the customer until your eyes met a pair of dark brown ones. the same dark brown eyes that curiously gazed around your little tea house. the same white shirt and washed denim jeans that made him look so effortlessly stunning. the same honey-ish strands that make you want to run your fingers through them at how soft it looked. 

park seonghwa smiled over at you, despite the slight tiredness in his eyes from almost a day spending his time at the kindergarten. you made quick strides towards the male and enveloped him into a tight hug, to which he returned almost instantly. with a soft kiss being placed against the top of your head, he pulled away slightly just enough to have a good look of your face. only then, a low chortle rumbled against his chest as his hand picked at something in your hair.

“i’m starting to think that you like it whenever i pick the dried tea leaves off your hair, chamomile.” he teased, showing you the dried tea leaves between his fingers.

“and i’m starting to think that you forgot your girlfriend is a tea maker of this tea house. obviously i would have some dried tea leaves on me occasionally.” you retorted with a laugh.

it has been almost a year since the two of you ended up together. the first couple of dates were a tad bit awkward, clearly shy once you had entered the next level in your relationship. yet, you would always silently thank seonghwa for being able to melt away the awkward ice between the two of you. 

of course, like any relationship, the two of you had your ups and downs. the fights you had could range from playful bickers to serious ones but not to the extent of it getting too serious. at the end of the day, the both of you knew that relationships require a lot of teamwork in many ways possible and sometimes, disagreements could even happen. so instead of about to yell at each other’s faces, one of you would leave the room to cool down for a bit before words that are thrown without even meaning to, be released. once either of you have calmed down, it was either you or seonghwa that would approach the other to apologise, finally making up and discussing your disagreements so the other would understand.

“is that chamomile tea i smell?” seonghwa asked, to which, you nodded with a little smile on your lips.

“mm, and i also made some strawberry tarts for us. don’t think that i ever forgot your favourite dessert.” you giggled as soon as seonghwa pressed fleeting kisses all over your face, knowing how much the man loves the said dessert. 

“you’re spoiling me, my chamomile.” he whispered, lips brushing against your own.

“as you should be with how hard you work.” you chuckled and planted one last kiss on his lips before pulling him further in your tea house.

“now, come on. let’s talk about our days, hm?” 

you never would have thought the stranger who had walked into your tea house during his morning walk turned into your significant other. but you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

as long as you are with park seonghwa by your side, you are content with what you have.

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[reddesertcolbs]

new girl // colby brock

this made me sad

requested: yes 

summary: you’re colby’s best friend and he has been ditching you for his new girl, so you decide to give him a piece of your mind.

word count: 2.7k+ words.

warnings: mention of parties and alcohol, a few swear words, angst

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it is wednesday, which means it is pizza night for the whole group. not going to lie, you adored pizza night because it was the only time everyone got together without any distractions, the only distraction is when the boys battle each other on their games, but it’s a good distraction. 

however, this pizza night is different from any other pizza night. the vibe is completely off, as everyone watches colby introduce a girl who he has been talking to for a couple of weeks. 

you are still yet to meet the mystery girl, as colby has been very distant with you since she came into his life. any spare time that he had with you, has now changed to him spending time with her. recently, he has started to cancel plans that the two of you had together last minute, which not going to lie, has pissed you off because it’s so not like him. 

you and colby were best friends, and you were practically joint at the hip. even though you were supposed to be made up for your best friend finally meeting someone who feels right, you can’t stop the jealousy that is bubbling in the pit of your stomach. now, this isn’t because you fancied him or because you wanted to be his girlfriend, you just felt nervous of the idea of a new girl being in his life. 

colby made quick eye contact with you, and gave you a quick smile before turning his attention to the girl in front of him. you watch, as he wraps his arms around her waist, and leans in to whisper something in her ear and she chucks her head back as soft giggles fall from her lips. 

your gaze is diverted from colby and the girl, to sam, who is shouting at you from the opposite side of the room and waving his arm like a maniac to gain your attention. 

“y/n!” he shouts, waving a ping pong ball in the air. “devyn needs a team player, you’re up.” 

you nod, picking up your drink from the floor and stroll towards sam, kat and devyn who are standing by the pool table. upon arriving, you take a gulp of the drink, and place the now empty cup on the edge of the pool table. 

“what drink is in the cups this time?” you ask, peeping into the red cups and trying to take a sniff. 

“vodka, straight.” kat grins, watching as your face twists in disgust. 

“jesus, are you trying to kill me?” you chuckle, picking up the ping pong ball and bouncing it on the table, groaning when it misses the cups on the opposite end. “why couldn’t you mix it with coke?” 

“stop moaning and drink up.” sam cackles, as the white ball lands perfect in the red cup that is placed neatly in front of you. you groan, but pick up the cup anyway and chug it down quickly. coughs of disgust fall from your lips, and you grip your chest at the burning feeling of the vodka slipping down your throat. 

“fucking hell, that’s awful.” you whine, face still twisted in disgust, as the three laugh at your reaction. 

beer (vodka) pong goes on for at least forty minutes before sam and kat are crowned the winners, and devyn and you would have won if you both weren’t so bad at it.

during this time, colby still hasn’t been to see you or even spoken to you and as you’re getting more drunk, you can’t help but start to sulk at the fact your best friend of years, is ignoring your presence for a girl he’s known for a couple of weeks. 

you are sitting on the sofa, with your fourth drink of the night, as well as the vodka from beer pong, and you're resting your chin on your palm. you feel the seat dip next to you, and you turn your head to the left and smile as corey wraps his arm around your shoulder, in a friendly way. 

“i can’t help but notice that you’re not enjoying yourself tonight,” he speaks quietly in your ear. even though the music in the trap house is loud, he doesn’t want to gain the attention of the others. “what wrong? you can tell me anything you know.” 

“i just don’t like getting ignored.” you sigh, looking over in the direction of colby and his new girl, who is now sitting on his lap. you turn your gaze back to corey, who follows your gaze and his eyebrows raised in shock. “he’s been so distant, cancelling plans and ignoring my texts and calls. it’s starting to get to me, not going to lie.” 

you can feel your breath hitch and your eyes begin to water, as all of the emotions of the night begin to release. you blink away any tears that are threatening to fall quickly, and stand up from your seat and turn to corey. 

“i’ll be back in a minute, i’m just going to use the bathroom.” you smile, wiping under your eyes quickly and move towards the stairs that lead to the bathroom. 

stepping into the bathroom, you lock the door and sit on the edge of the white bath and you finally feel tears fall down the apples of your cheeks. sniffles escape from your lips as you rub the bottom of your eyes, trying not to get mascara all over your face, as you stand to look at yourself in the mirror. hastily wiping the mascara drips from below your eyes, you turn your head towards the door as a soft knock booms. 

“y/n, it’s colby,” he shouts from the opposite side of the brown wooden door. “can you unlock the door please?” 

your eyes widen at his voice, and you remove any reminders of the mascara from your eyes. it was obvious that you were crying, and you didn’t try to hide it as you walked towards the door and unlocked it, before sitting back on the edge of the tub. 

your head remains looking at the floor, as his shoes come into contact with your gaze. he places his hand on your shoulder, but you flinch at his touch and he frowns, then quickly removes his hand to play with his rings, that are littered all over his fingers.. 

“hey, look at me.” he demands, but in a soft voice to encourage you to look in his direction. “please?” 

sighing, you raise your head to look at him with watery eyes, as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth to stop it from quivering. his face is confused, but it’s also laced with concern as he studies your face. 

“what’s going on? corey said you’re upset. has someone said something to you?” he questions, eyes widening as he talks fast, determined to find out what’s wrong with his best friend. 

“it’s what someone hasn’t said.” you spit, voice laced with anger as you ball your fists in frustration. you didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but you needed to let him know that he’s upset you and now is the best time whilst you’re both alone. 

“what are you going on about?” he looks at you puzzled, searching your face for clues as to what you’re talking about.

“you haven’t uttered one word to me all night. in fact for weeks, colby.” you sigh, looking down at the floor again, before returning your attention to his face. “you’ve cancelled plans, you’ve ignored my calls and texts and every time i come over to hang out you’re not here because you’re too busy with her.” 

colby was stunned. he didn’t know how to react because he didn’t know that he was the reason that you were upset and crying in the bathroom. 

colby sighs, as he brings his hand up to his hair and tugs on it. he is suddenly feeling stressed, frustrated and guilty knowing that he’s made his best friend and favourite girl feel like pure shit, to the point she’s crying. 

“i’m sorry,” he mummers, looking away because he can’t stand to see the hurt on her face. he moves back, so he is leaning against the sink, and folds his arms across his chest. “i didn’t realise i was making you feel this way, i’m sorry.” 

you scoff, and raise to your feet so you're standing in front of him. your scoff makes him lift his head and make eye contact with you, and he tugs his bottom lip in between his pearly white teeth nervously. 

“are you not happy for me or something? is this why you’re so pissed off with me?” he asks, standing up straight and he knits his brows together. 

“you’re joking right?” you say, shaking your head as you feel more frustrated tears threatening to fall. “of course i’m made up for you colby, as long as you're happy, i’m happy.” 

“well clearly you’re not because you’re acting like this.” he nods his head into your direction and moves his arms about to get his point across. his words only make you shake your head more, as you laugh humourlessly. 

“i’m pissed off because you’ve ditched your best friend of many fucking years, for a girl you’ve known for two seconds.” you try not to raise your voice, but you can’t help it as you feel the anger bubble in the pit of your stomach. “can i add as well, you’ve ditched the one who helps you edit your videos, the one who keeps you company when you’re feeling sad or want someone to watch movies with you, the one who cooks you food when you can’t be arsed and the one who cares about you so fucking much, that she’s crying right in front of you for treating her like a complete idiot.” 

you’ve let the hot tears fall now, and you can’t stop them as sobs begin to fall from your lips. colby’s heart is shattering at the sight, but he’s still taking in your words. 

it’s silent for a few moments, before colby moves quickly to wrap his arms around your frame. this time, you don’t shrug him off, because what you need at this moment in time is a hug from the man standing in front of you. so, you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and cling on to him as sobs wrack through your body. 

he rubs his hand soothingly on your back to help calm you down, and he sighs, playing back your words over and over in his head. guilt was all he felt. he didn’t know he was pushing you away, he was so wrapped up in something new, that he couldn’t see he was forgetting to spend time with the girl who means the most to him. 

“i’m so sorry, so fucking sorry y/n.” he mummers against your shoulder, squeezing your frame tightly as if he was afraid that you were going to push him off and tell him to go and fuck himself. he could feel himself starting to get emotional, so he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth again to stop it from wavering. 

you manage to calm yourself down, sniffling every now and then as you wipe your eyes. you loosen your arms on waist, and step back to wipe the tears off your face and sigh. you feel slightly embarrassed for confessing your feelings about the situation to colby, but you knew deep down that he needed to know, otherwise you were going to be more hurt in the long run. 

“i promise, colbs. i’m made up for you, but please don’t push me out because you’ve found someone.” you say quietly, suddenly feeling exhausted as your head begins to pound. you don’t know if it’s from the alcohol, or your thoughts, but you bring your fingers to your temples and rub gently. 

“i won’t, everything’s going to change. i promise.” he says softly, bringing you in for another hug before releasing and looking at you. “do you want to go back down there? or do you want to watch movies in my room?” he asks, searching your face for answers. 

“you can’t leave her down there for me, it’s not fair. i’m just going to go home, it’s getting late and i’m pretty tired now.” you say, looking at your hands to avoid eye contact with him. 

“okay,” he sighs, nodding his head in acknowledgment. “do you have a lift home already? i can drive you, i haven’t drank anything today.” 

“yes please, if you don’t mind.” you chew your lip, a habit that you have when you feel awkward or nervous, and you’re not too sure why you’re feeling like this in front of your best friend. 

“of course not, c’mon.” he says, giving your shoulder a last squeeze for comfort, before unlocking the door and climbing down the stairs. 

you wait by the door, as you don’t want anyone to see you in this state and anyone to question you, and you hear colby announce he’s driving you home and he won’t be long. you hear everyone shout goodbye to you, and it brings a smile onto your lips for the first time in a while, and you follow colby as he opens the front door and to his car. 

the drive to your place was short, as you live close by, and you rest your head on the coolness of his car window and let your eyes close. colby glances in your direction multiple times to make sure you’re okay, and once he arrives outside your house, he taps your shoulder to gain your attention.

“hey,” he whispers, not wanting to scare you. “we’re here.” 

you lift your head up to look around, and you can feel yourself relax when you look at the front door of your house. you unbuckle your seatbelt, and turn to look at the man in the driver's seat, who is chewing on his bottom lip watching your every move. 

“thank you for driving me home, colbs.” you smile, preparing to exit his car by grabbing your heels which you removed the second you sat in the seat and your bag. 

“any time, you know that.” he returns the smile, but a small sigh releases from his pink lips. “i’m really sorry for tonight, i honestly didn’t realise i was acting like a dick. can i make it up to you tomorrow, please?” 

“it’s okay, i mean it’s not okay,” you say, fiddling with your hands. “we needed that talk. how are you going to make it up to me?” you quiz with raised eyebrows and a small grin.

“movies with me all day tomorrow. i’ll pick you up around eleven and we can stop at the shop and grab snacks, and we can have a sleepover.” he looks at you with a glint of hopefulness, whilst he studies your face.

“sure, sounds good brock.” you beam, leaning over the console to engulf him with a hug. “i’m going to go inside now, text me when you get back to the house so i know you’re safe, please.” 

“i will do, now get out before you fall asleep in my car and i can’t get you out.” he winks, chuckling as you let out soft giggles and open the door. “message me when you have locked your door so i know you’re okay.” 

nodding, you gather your things, and exit his car. you begin to walk to your front door, before turning around and giving colby a little wave. he doesn’t move or take his eyes off you, until he sees that you have opened, entered and shut the door behind you. he waits a couple of seconds before his phone pings to say you’re okay, and that you’re off to bed. 

colby smiles, and turns his ignition on, and he begins the small route back to the house. your words from earlier play back in his head during the trip back to his house, and he can’t help but feel accountable for making you upset, so he is going to make sure he makes you feel so special during your time together tomorrow.

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[totallypathet]

Episode Three

First of all...what the fuck was that challenge. And what the fuck was the logic to judging it?! I spent so much of this episode just being confused. I think it would have been so much better if they were allowed to come up with their own ideas and characters, instead of having this really narrow space to work in; that was bizarre to me. Like Just Jan could have done a really delusional, high energy character who was the worst singer in the world; that would have been funny! Instead they stuck them with these bizarre storylines that made no sense, and had very little humour in them. Idk whose choice that was but it was a choice. Anyway, let's get into the rundown!

1. Aiden Zhane

I am not living for Aiden at all. Her attitude in both episodes has let a lot to be desired for me. And also, that runway? What was that? I could buy that dress on Asos, glue some bows to it and have that look. The concept was cool, the bows falling on her? Cool idea. But if you're going to do that then you need to Do It, yknow? Like it would have been cool if she'd had a huge wig completely made of bows. Or if she'd had an umbrella and made it look like it was raining bows, or something, that could have been really cool! It could have been amazing and she took a really easy way out. Disappointing. And her performance was dull. She deserved to be in the bottom more than Nicky Doll.

The only thing I will say for Aiden in this episode is the way Brita and Redacted behaved towards her was really uncool. They did that whole "you didnt lead us at all", and then told her that they carried her? You know that if she had led them they would have totally thrown her under the bus and said "well we do this professionally and we wanted to do this, but she was the leader and she made us do that". It was totally a damned if you, damned if you don't; and that was really unfair.

2. Brita

Guys, I am Bored of Brita. I am over it, and I am underwhelmed. I haven't seen anything from her that I've enjoyed! Her looks have been dull, she's not that funny, and I dont like the way she behaves (like I said with Aiden). She wont be next to go home, but hopefully she wont be long.

3. Crystal Methyd

STOP TRYING TO CHANGE CRYSTAL METHYD! I'm so sick of them going "oh her makeup is always the same", when it has been different each time!! She has a style and a brand, but it's not the same face!! Aiden Zhane does the same fucking face, none of them have picked that out! Loads of queens come in and they only have one face! Not mentioning any names Silky Nutmeg Ganache and Roxxxy Andrews. They got away with it because they were beauty mugs and that's the type of drag this show is biased towards. Crystal Methyd is an artist, let her do herself! That runway look was ugly though. Having said all that. Her face was gorgeous, I loved her makeup, I just thought that look wasnt very her! It didn't suit her somehow, it wasn't right. But she tried really hard during the improv, and I think she did a passable job! She honestly should have been safe, fight me. I just really hope she doesn't change herself to please the judges bc she has such a great vision and point of view, and I don't want her to lose sight of how great she is.

4. Dahlia Sin

Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia. Speaking of being underwhelmed, am I right? I had such high hopes for Dahlia, but this week she just didn't pull anything out. I personally think the fruit sketch was really funny, but it would have been exactly the same if Dahlia hadn't been in the group. She was so focused on being ~sexy~ (which is tough in a broccoli costume), that she forgot about everything else. Plus her bows and buttons look was just...odd. from the neck up it had this very avant garde, couture feel, but the outfit itself just looked unfinished. And then to have this weird arse peekaboo thing? Really weird choice. She deserved to be in the bottom and, after that lip sync, she deserved to go home.

I have seen a lot of posts about Dahlia "storming out", and I genuinely don't understand what they're talking about? Like, okay, she didn't say anything before she walked off, does that really constitute storming off? If she'd walked off while Ru was still talking, or if she'd yelled/screamed/sworn, then sure, maybe - but from what I saw she was just upset and wanted to leave as fast as possible. Idk, also they haven't released Untucked on the UK Netflix, so maybe there was more I didnt see.

5. Gigi Goode

I live for Gigi so much. I mean come on! Her character in the improv was passed out half the time and still had presence! She's so funny, and she's not afraid to let loose and get ugly. I think she did a good job in the improv, especially for someone without all that much experience, and her look on the runway was incredible. Solid 8/10 for Gigi this week.

6. Heidi N Closet

Heidi was robbed. I bought everything Heidi was selling this week. I bought it, I didn't stream it, I didn't rent it from the Netflix, I bought it. She was so funny during the challenge; the flipper? She spat out? Iconic. She had me dying the whole time, her, Jackie Cox and Gigi Goode should have their own series, I'd watch the hell out of it. Then she came bouncing down the runway as glitter Pinnochio, and she told that story about when she was at school and I loved every second! Shes so charming, and loveable, and relatable, and Jaida Essence Hall must have been gagged when she was top 2. She was robbed, she should have won, and she should keep her name! That whole thing with "the mouth has to change shape and it's not satisfying to say"? Bullshit, utter bullshit bitch. Heidi N Closet 4lyf.

7. Jackie Cox

Jackie made me so happy this week! Their whole group was hilarious, but Jackie doing the bad ventriloquist act just sent me, I loved it. And she just seems like the sweetest person as well! Her runway look was gorgeous, I loved the reference, her makeup was absolutely stunning, Jackie Cox is seriously the whole package. Her and Heidi should have been top 2 together.

8. Jaida Essence Hall

Jaida came in looking like a pageant queen, but she seriously flexed her comedy muscles this week! Her "bad apple" was hilarious, and she really committed to it! She was a firm leader in the group, but she was a good team player in the scene, she let everyone else have their moment too, and it was a good performance! I was a little bit disappointed that her runway look was very very similar to her spring mini challenge look from last week, but it was still a good look, and honestly I probably wouldnt have noticed if it hadn't been one episode after the other. She has shown a lot of diversity already, I think she just set the bar so high last week that I was really expecting something incredible, and I got something that was "just" good instead. She's still one to beat at the moment!

9. Jan

Jan made me so proud this week!! She was really funny in the skit, she had so much energy and enthusiasm, I loved it! Her jokes were funny, she picked a solid character and played it well, and can we talk about the runway though??? I really expected her to come out in something cute, because her personality is so bubbly and instead she gave me horror high fashion, monster couture and she Sold. Every. Second. It was a total transformation from the challenge to the runway and that, at the heart of it, is what I love about drag; that transformation aspect is just art to me. For me, Jan has it all. She definitely should have been top 3 this week. I think she's served the best runways so far, and I cannot wait to see what she does next week.

10. Nicky Doll

Okay, you guys know I love Nicky Doll. This week was not a good week for her. I appreciate that improv must be so hard in your second language, but I think she suffered a little bit from Dahlia Syndrome: she was so focused on staying pretty that she didn't really deliver anything. I kind of wish her character had literally just been French and spoke no English - part of the joke could have been that language barrier and Crystal/Window not understanding a word she said and her getting more and more frustrated about it. That could have been really funny. Also, her runway look...I know where she was going with it, it was a cool concept, and it was executed okay, there was just something missing, you know? It felt a little bit rushed, and again there was this real focus on being ~pretty~. Maybe if she'd looked a little more Cinderella ish, like her makeup wasn't perfect, and her hair was tied up like she was actually sewing, it would have sold me a little more character. I'm not sure, everything was just a little off for me this week, but I still think she's fierce af, and we all stumble sometimes. I'm looking forward to seeing her get back on her feet next week!

11. Rock M Sakura

Rock M was picked last for the challenge, I could not believe it. She deserved better than that, I was shook. She definitely picked the right group though, she was really funny as the Orange! She looked like she was having fun, and that's what I love about Rock M, is that I have fun watching her have fun. Her jokes were great, she matched Jan's energy, and I think she did a good job. I loved her runway look as well, the Alice in Wonderland concept was great, and I love that she kept the dress pretty simple so that the focus was on her hair and makeup! Her makeup was gorgeous, and the detail of the buttons on her face was stunning! It was a great concept, well executed, this week was a great week for Rock M, and I'm going to be furious if she gets picked last again.

12. Widow Von Du

Widow is getting The Edit. The edit that queens of colour who are talented get, where they paint them as bitchy, or loud, or as stepping on the other girls' toes; so that the audience isn't too pussed off when they get eliminated. Widow is exceedingly talented, and funny, and filled with personality. She also serves looks and delivers incredible performances. I will not let this edit take that away from her. She did great this week. She delivered everything I ordered in the challenge and more, she completely transformed for the runway, and she sold me a great presentation. Widow is definitely one to beat.

#rpdr spoilers #rpdr12 spoilers #rpdr12 #season 12 #drag race season 12 #aiden zhane #Brita #crystal methyd #dahlia sin #gigi goode #heidi n closet #jackie cox #jaida essence hall #jan sport #just jan #nicky doll #rock m sakura #widow von du

[briefololtragedy]

Of menus and audio-books

Pairing Kakashi Sakura

Rating M

Summary: Sakura and Kakashi both want their dinner date, but Sakura's work keeps getting in the way. Sakura asks for Kakashi's help with tasting the menu, lets see what happens. The coffee shop saga continues

also posted to AO3 , follow up to Pakkun’s plan and Frazzled Friday

Sakura couldn’t believe the last two weeks she has had. Two weeks ago she was supposed to have dinner with Kakashi, but she kept having to put it off for work. She really needed to make a note to never cater ever again. She thought nothing could be worse than catering for that 16th birthday party, a shiver ran up her spine thinking of all the pink and sparkles. Hana, Sakura loved her to death, but between her changing her mind about the menu every other day and then Kiba constantly showing up in the coffee shop, Sakura was on her last shred of sanity. Kakashi still visited with Pakkun, but for not as long and his visits were what was getting her through this hell. She knew that Kakashi wasn’t fully comfortable talking with her when Kbia was present. 

Burning...something was burning! She looked around and realized it was her muffins that she put into the oven. Sakura made a mad dash to the kitchen, smoke was billowing out of her oven. The muffins were beyond saving. Throwing the tray into the sink she couldn’t help but let out a frustrated yell. The shop wasn’t open yet, not for another 30 minutes, so there were not any customers to scare away. 

And it was just at this moment her phone decided to ding. Not even two seconds later the phone was flying across the kitchen. Yep...here come the tears. She didn’t know anymore if they were out of frustration or actual sadness. Hana changed her mind again and wanted to go into a different direction. Sakura already decided that this day sucked. She just wanted to crawl back into bed and cuddle up with a good book. Silver flashed across her mind, cheeks flushed. She wouldn’t mind cuddling with him either. 

Sakura didn’t know what to make of their relationship. He was more than a customer, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted. She wanted to get to know him more, wanted to see him outside of these stupid walls. She wanted to shave her legs, do her hair and makeup, and wear a dress for him, well more for her, but she wanted him to be there to appreciate her. A small voice said she also wanted to appreciate him, take that scarf and more off of him. 

After her 10 minute freak out she got up from the floor, retrieved her phone and went to work. She was on the phone with Hana when he came in, he was earlier than usual (very odd). After talking Hana down from the edge, no she would not do German Russian fusion, what even the hell was that! She will handle the menu and told Hana to not worry about it. She couldn’t help the flutter in her chest when watching her favorite duo take a seat. She thanked whatever deity was looking out for her since Kiba was nowhere in sight. 

“I think someone played a prank on you and messed with your clocks. You do know that it is 9am?” Kakashi was yet again hard at work on his laptop, Pakkun at his feet. She sat across from him, well she more like flopped into the seat, but it was a long day and it was only 9am! 

“Hmm, maybe I just really wanted to see you.” Kakashi felt worn down, he didn’t want to beat around the bush. He was here finally when Sakura wasn’t busy with a certain customer. It was over a month since he had started to frequent Sakura’s coffee shop and he really wanted that dinner date. It didn’t help that Genma started talking about the pretty pink haired coffee shop owner when he was drunk the other night. Images flashing through his mind. He also wanted to take her up on her offer of helping him with his audiobook debacle. Kakashi decided that today would be the day, they would set the actual day for their date.

“I’m sure a busy editor like yourself has better things to do.” Sakura took a pause. “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to get our dinner together. This catering event has been a huge headache. You and this little guy have been so helpful.” Why couldn’t they seem to get out of these four stupid walls. 

“I’m never too busy for coffee or your dessert of the day.” Sakura couldn’t help but smile, it was then she decided to throw her shoulders back and give herself a mental pep talk. “So my client changed the menu again, this is a short notice, but how would you feel about testing out the menu I came up with tonight?” It felt like an eternity as she waited for his answer. 

Kakashi wanted to jump up and cheer, but he was not Gai. “Tonight would work.” His palms were not sweaty, he was not a teenager anymore. However, he felt himself melt at that wide dazzling smile. “Perfect! I’ll send you my address. Does 8 work?” 

“8 sounds good.” He would have made sure that it worked. Kakashi watched her walk away and couldn’t help but chuckle at the flour she had on the back of her jeans, highlighting her amazing backside asset. Eight couldn’t come fast enough. 

Sakura couldn’t help the extra pep in her step throughout the rest of the day. Mei looked at her like she grew a second head when she was giving customers free upgrades on their coffee orders. Sakura even had time during her break to make a menu and grocery list. She would have plenty of time to get what she needed, exercise (cause of her sugar addiction), and start preparing the food. She felt good, she hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Sakura had decided on a simple green fit n flare dress that came to her mid thigh, hair was in a messy bun, and just a little bit of makeup. 

A knock on her door brought her back down to earth. She froze and was at a loss for words at the sight before her. Kakashi was wearing dark loose fitting jeans and a light grey henley shirt. She could see part of a tribal tattoo peeking out from under his right sleeve. Then there was his scarf, or more importantly the lack of a scarf. Internally she started to whimper, it wasn’t far for him to look like that. 

“Kakashi please come in. I’m not making everything that I was thinking of serving for the event, but wanted to do a variety. You wouldn’t mind giving me your opinion on the other foods too?” Sakura felt more comfortable talking about food or more work related topics. She didn’t trust herself with him. Previous boyfriends didn’t like it when she was more “aggressive.” 

“Sounds good.” Kakashi couldn’t help, but appreciate Sakura’s appearance. She always looked stunning, but now...  He could see her muscular thighs, small waist, toned arms, and her rear. He had admired one of her best assets earlier today and couldn’t help stare as she led him through her house.  

“Here is the menu I wrote up. Whatcha think?” Sakura was leaning over her kitchen island resting on her elbows. 

Kakashi looked at the menu in front of him: Short Rib Crostini with Cambozola Cheese and Cherry Jam. Kimchi deviled eggs. Apple stuffed pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon. Butternut squash soup, tomato soup with mini grilled cheese crouton. Caramelized onion, goat cheese, and mushroom flatbread. Teriyaki salmon mini burgers. Medley of roasted vegetables Desserts in a shot glass: Tarrimsu, white chocolate blueberry cheesecake, lemon meringue. Trio of hot chocolate and cookies 

“There will also be fruit and vegetables, fresh dip...Oh and some homemade crackers. I was thinking of baked brie with apricot jam. There were fresh apricots at the store and couldn’t help making some jam.” Before he could speak his stomach decided to join the conversation. 

“Hmm , maybe I should stop talking about food and we should go to the eating part. I made the deviled eggs, flatbread, vegetables, tomato soup and grilled cheese. Then the hot chocolate and either chocolate chip or snickerdoodle cookies.” All of the smells that hit him when he first walked in all made sense now. He could smell the cookies, but really caught his attention was the eggplant in the mix of roasted vegetables. 

“That sounds like a perfect plan. I forgot to ask if it would be alright to take you up on your offer from a couple of weeks ago, and have you listen to me read?” He had tried reading for Jiraya earlier, but all he got was a sour face from the man. 

“It's the least I can do. Let’s eat!”  Sakura found the conversation was easy. Kakashi gave some comments on the food, she noticed how he went back for more eggplant. She also had to pat herself on her back for not being too awkward. She found herself talking about Naruto and Jiraiya. Along with stories of Ino. Kakashi shared about his dogs, how he rescued them, he had more than just Pakkun. He had been in the army, but left after 5 years. He found himself settling into the publishing business with his passion for books. 

Kakashi had settled into her sofa, while she decided to clean the kitchen before dessert. Guilt overtook him while he watched her do the dishes and clean off the counters. He found himself making his way to help her, she seemed shocked when he pushed her over to dry while he washed. It seemed like her friends didn’t volunteer often to help her clean. 

The dish water had gotten his shirt slightly damp on the front, allowing for it to cling just enough to get an outline of his abs. It was getting hotter in her kitchen and the oven was off. She was taken out of her thoughts when she felt an arm grazing her back. “Sorry, I finished washing and decided to help with drying, the only other towel was to your right. You were lost in thought I didn’t want to disturb you.” 

“Sorry for zoning out. Let me get the hot chocolate ready. Do you want white, milk, or dark chocolate? Also cookie choice.” She had decided on white chocolate and snickerdoodle, hmm this sugar was going to go straight to her ass. 

“I’m starting to think you are made out of sugar. I will have dark chocolate. Hmm I think I’ll try both, I’ve been a good boy.” Sakura felt warm again, how was she going to get through him reading one of those stupid books. 

“The night is still young, hope you stay a good boy. Lets go to the living room for your contribution to the evening.” Kakashi was having second thoughts. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to practice?” He didn’t want her to run away or ruin what relationship they had.

“Kakashi it's the least I can do! You have been so much help with all of this, have a seat.” Kakashi went back to sitting on the sofa, placing his hot chocolate on the end table. The chocolate chip cookie was already gone. Sakura made herself comfortable on the other end of the sofa, she was sitting facing him, one of her legs under her, she was sipping on her drink and occasionally dunking her cookie into it. 

“Alright here goes nothing.” Kakahi cleared his throat as he started to read. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Maalik.” Elena looks forlorn. The wind blows her chestnut hair in front of her face obscuring her crystal clear blue eyes. They are meeting in their safe haven, far from the eyes of their families. A small stream flowed through the area, wildflowers surrounding. The trees provided shade from the gruling sun. A ray of light had cut through the trees and onto Elena, it was their oasis.. Maalik couldn’t help but give pause. She was beauty, nothing could compare. He could feel his palms become sweaty and his heart race as he looked at her. 

Kakashi noticed that Sakura was adjusting in her seat. She was cupping her mug with both hands staring at him intently. He continued on. 

“You say that everytime we meet, my love.” Maalik’s smoky voice penetrated through the air. He couldn’t help, but bring his hand to her face making her look him in the eyes. Elena’s heart was beating so fast it felt like it would come out of her chest. All thoughts vanished from her mind as she looked into his brown eyes. His arm went to wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. Elena’s hand was resting on his chest and she could feel his heart beating like a drum in his chest. 

Sakura could feel some discomfort between her legs grow. She wanted to rub them together. It should not be allowed to have his deep baritone voice so smooth, warming her all the way to her bones. 

“Every time I see you I can’t help but feel like your beauty grows, it puts the flowers to shame.” He couldn’t help but bring their lips together. It had been weeks since they last saw each other. Elena was hesitant at first, but wasted no time to deepen the kiss. They both were acting like people dying of thirst getting water for the first time. Before Elena knew it she was laying on the grass, Maalik hovering over her. Their kiss never broke. 

Kakashi’s heart was beating fast. He was sure he was blushing. Sakura’s eyes had started to glaze over. He wanted to reach out and move that strand of hair from her face. 

“Please...Please Maalik it's been too long. I need you.” Maalik didn’t have to be told twice as he ventured down Elena’s body leaving wet trails as he made it to his destination. 

“Sakura… are you alright?” She had been fidgeting in her seat. “I...” All self control had abandoned her and she lunged. She shoved the book out of his hands as she settled herself on his lap. Sakura cupped his face in her hands and went in for the kiss. She could taste the lingering chocolate and cinnamon from dessert. Part of her wondered if he would pull away, but once she felt him deepening the kiss with hands going to her hips she cheered internally. 

Kakashi was wondering if he was dreaming. The slight nip on his lip assured him this was reality. He couldn’t help, but to slide his hands up her thighs to her hips. He took note of the ripple of her muscles with his touch. Kakashi pulled her closer to him. A low moan escaped him as Sakura started to slowly circle her hips against him. The small whine she created when he had to pull away broke part of him. They both were panting heavy just from their kiss. 

“I have wanted to kiss you since the first time I met you. Do you know how much I desired to pull that stupid scarf off of you? “ Sakura’s voice had taken a husky quality to it, while they had stopped their current activity she continued to stay on his lap. 

“Sakura you are no better, with those tight jeans and aprons you wear. How a baker has this great of an ass I will never know.” To emphasize his point one of his hands went to squeeze her ass lovenly. This time it was Kakashi initiating their heated lip lock. His hair was so soft between her fingers. A pleasant sensation ran up her spine as he rubbed small circles on her hip. She wanted to explore more of him. 

Sakura found her right hand venturing downward, tracing the outlines of his pectorals, down his abdominal muscles, to rest just above his jeans. She slowly pulled away from him, resting her forehead on his, as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans to slide her hand to her goal. The moan and bucking of his hips was the only sign she needed to continue. She could feel Kakashi’s lips on her neck, him lightly biting at times. Sakura almost had to give pause once she had his sizable member in her hands. She licked her lips as she started to slowly work up and down his shaft. Her position was slightly awkward as her hand was between both their bodies. She wanted to move with him and found herself circing her hips with his rhythm. 

Kakashi felt like he was in overload at the moment. The taste of her neck and mouth still lingering, then the feel of Sakura’s hand as she worked him, and then her hips grinding against him it was almost too much. Before he could speak he found himself standing up with her in his arms. The small squeak she let out was adorable, but it was her wrapping her legs around him that he focused on. 

“Bedroom?” At his question Sakura pointed her head in the direction of her hallway. As he made his way to his destination he couldn’t help but kick off his jeans as they fell down. Once he found the right door on his own. Sakura had decided to start licking and biting at his neck, hands wondering. At least she had released her hold on little Kakashi because he didn’t think he would have the self control to not take her against the wall. 

He made quick work of his shirt after laying her down, while Sakura made quick work of her dress. 

Sakura started to feel self conscious as she looked at the greek god in front of her. The tattoo that she saw earlier extended up his shoulder and over his right pec. She was so wrapped up on her thoughts she didn’t notice Kakashi staring. 

While Sakura made some of the most delicious desserts they didn’t make his mouth water as much as the woman in front of him. Her breasts were covered by a white lace bra, but looked like they would fit perfectly in his hands. His eyes trailed down her flat stomach to her matching pair of white panties. It was time for his second dessert. 

Sakura felt her bed dip as Kakashi joined her. Her arms locking around his neck as he started to kiss her. She couldn’t help but to rub her legs together as one of his hands went to her breast, messaging it. He started to trail down her with kisses. Him making quick work of her bra as he latched onto one of her nipples, while he messaged the other. After a few minutes he switched. The pressure between her legs was building and she couldn’t help her whimpers and moans. She wanted more. 

As if hearing her thoughts he ventured down her stomach pausing where her underwear started, then it was gone. His thumb started to rub circles over her clit before he replaced it with his mouth. He started sucking gently at first then the pressure started to build, especially once he placed two finger into her pumping at a lazy rhythm at first. Her back arched and she was coming. 

Kakashi came back up to kiss her and she could taste herself. She wasted no time in wrapping her legs around him as he positioned himself. Finally he slid inside, stretching her deliciously. 

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They laid intertwined both exhausted from their multiple rounds. 

“You don’t like my scarf?” Sakura rolled her eyes as she nestled into him more. “Shut up and don’t make me regret spending my day off with you.” 

Extra- Pakkun's thoughts:

Pakkun thought all was well 2 weeks ago, yet his owner can't seal the deal with the pretty shop owner. Pakkun has his life set and Kakashi had to ruin it. Tonight just takes the cake! Kakashi left him! Kakashi had looked like a nervous teenager when he left, mumbling to himself as he walked out the door. It almost sounded like he was giving himself a pep talk. Pakkun looks to the sofa where the other human is sitting, sipping a beer, while having a toothpick in his mouth, why was this guy even here! Pakkun had become accustomed to tuning out this human. he vaguely hears a ding of the phone. "Well peanut looks like it will be just us. Kakashi wont be back tonight, lucky dog." Genma has a smirk on his face.

Pakkun doesn't want to be with Genma and he also sees his hopes of a belly full of dog biscuits crumble. Surely if Kakashi was visiting Sakura he would have taken Pakkun along.

#kakasaku #Sakura x Kakashi #Sakura Haruno #Kakashi Hatake #naruto #fanfic #drabble

[anxiousdepressedintrovert]

Horizons

The ride to Alexandrine’s estate was a long one. The close-knit suburban state of Andridge gave way to pastures of sheep and fields of raspberries. “Andridge is known for excellent wool and the best raspberries in the world.” Alex said, pride in her voice.

“I thought you were all about oranges here?” Madeleine quipped

“Of course not!” Alex exclaimed “Cordonia has much more to offer besides delicious apples, yes? The duchy I will inherit, Kayad, as well as the county I preside over, Dankamp, currently produce much of Auvernal’s citrus, as well as plums.” She leaned forward “They make for an excellent plum wine.”

Hana giggled “Lex, you can talk about plums later.”

“Sorry, anyway…Dame Klara, she’ll be Baroness Dominese, her family breeds and tends to the Auvernese Thoroughbred. One of the fastest horses in the world.”

“Impressive list but is there anything actually interesting here?” Olivia asked turning from the window.

“Lex! You forgot about the falcons!” Hana grinned, clapping her hands together.

Maxwell perked up “Falcons?”

“Yes, the royal family keeps mews with falcons and other raptors.” Alex explained “Other nobles and commoners who can afford them do as well. I’m sure Flor-I mean, Her Majesty would be thrilled to show you.” Alex matched Maxwell’s grin

“Oh, just call her by her name,” Riley said bouncing Ellie on her lap making the child squeal with glee “It’s so obvious you, Dame Gerard and the Queen are super close.”

Alex smiled sheepishly “Yes, Klara, Flori and I grew up together. It was…an experience.”

“What do you mean?” Drake asked

“Well, Floriana is the daughter of the second queen. She and Isabella are only half-sisters. Isabella was…temperamental.”

Olivia snorted “What a kind way to put it.”

“Flori grew up at Andridge Manor as a result of that. I-I shouldn’t be talking about this.” Alex cleared her throat, “Look, we’ve arrived.” Alex pointed out of the window to a sprawling estate.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” Riley said looking at the grounds.

Alex beamed at the compliment “Thank you. Shall we head inside?”

Shortly after departing the limo, the group entered Dankamp Manor. Staff scurried around the halls, all of them carrying some form of decoration.

“Are you having a party?” Liam asked, taking Eleanor from Riley

Alex smiled as a few servants waved to her “Oh, we’re hosting the reception for the Coronation here.”

“Not at the palace?” Madeleine raised an eyebrow

“No, the palace is currently under construction. Flori didn’t want to begin her reign in a place that held so much pain. Now, let’s get you squared away in your rooms.” Alex clapped her hands “JOSIF!”

A tall wiry man appeared at Alex’s side “Yes, Lady Alexandrine?” his long pale face and slow speech reminded Riley of Lurch from The Addams Family.

“Josif, please escort my guests to the rooms I informed you about.”

“Lady Lee in her usual room, I presume?” Josif raised a thin white eyebrow

“Yes. Thank you.”

Josif bowed, and turned to the Cordonians “Please follow me.”

Josif guided the group up the main stairs and down the hall before stopping. “Lady Hana, The Purser Room.”

“Thank you Josif.”

“Of course. Dinner will be served at 6.” Josif escorted the rest of them to their rooms.

Drake was next to Hana in the Griffin room, Maxwell next to him in the Miyamoto room, Olivia next to him in the Vermillion room and Madeleine was further down the hall in the Viridescent Room.

“What about Riley and Liam? Surely you have some place for your most honored guests?!” Madeleine glared at Josif but the man didn’t even flinch.

“Of course. Their Majesties will be staying in the cottage connected to the manor. Lady Alexandrine ordered this. If you have a problem, Countess Amaranth, please take it up with her.” Josif’s words were precise and final. He did not tower over Madeleine but there was no doubt he was an intimidating man, despite his thin stature.

Josif turned to Liam and Riley, “If you please, I will escort you to the Wilbraham Cottage.” Leaving Madeleine stunned and Drake holding in his laughter.

They followed Josif down a series of hallways to an ornate door. Josif faced them, “Wilbraham is equipped with a master suite, full kitchen, a secondary bedroom, living quarters, outdoor seating, and a study. If you wish to dine in your quarters at any period during your stay, simply call the number listed by the phone and a servant will attend to you. The secondary room has been set up as a nursery for Princess Eleanor.”

Ellie cooed at her name, reaching out to grab Josif’s finger. The man smiled slightly. “Should the room be unsatisfactory to you, please call the number I mentioned before and request any changes.”

“What if we wanted, like…the same bed she has in Cordonia?” Riley asked mostly joking

“We would have a replica flown in immediately.” Josif said as he turned to open the doors to the cottage.

“I was joking” Riley whispered while Liam laughed, “You should know better than that by now. Royals take hosting very seriously.”

“Clearly.”

Wilbraham Cottage was a beautifully preserved old building with modern finishes on the inside. The study was more of a library with a desk in it. Wall to wall shelving of books. The wooden desk against the window seemed more out of place than the overstuffed arm chair. The roof of the study was entirely stained glass. It caught the sun and made patterns on the floor. Ellie giggled as she crawled on the wood floor attempting to grab the lights.

The bedrooms were equally impressive. Ellie’s room was a soft blue with stars decorating the walls and ceiling. Her crib was much more opulent than the one she had in Cordonia. Gold inlay in the frame, but the mattress was just as soft. And her mobile was of a horse, a crane, a sparrow, and a hawk.

“How-se!” Eleanor clapped her hands in delight

“Oh, do you like your room here Ellie?” Liam asked, nuzzling her face

“Ayeeee!”  Eleanor grabbed his cheek, digging her small nails into his skin

“That bathroom is amazing.” Riley said, emerging from the en-suite of Ellie’s room. “Oh shit, is it time to trim her nails again?”

Liam grinned ruefully at his wife “Yeah, I do believe it is.”

“No!” Eleanor shouted, a gleeful smile on her face

“Oh, our little princess has been saying that a lot.” Riley tapped a finger on her chin “Does Ellie want…a bath?”

“No!” the toddler giggled

“Does Ellie want…kisses?” Riley kissed Liam on the cheek

“No!” a shriek of laughter

“Oh, well then I guess Daddy gets all of Mommy’s kisses.” Riley cupped Liam’s face and leaned in to kiss him

Ellie was not having it “No!” She pushed Liam away with all her tiny strength and grabbed at Riley “Mama!” Her words turned into a near sob. …of crocodile tears

“Oh, it’s ok Ellie.” Riley took Eleanor from Liam and held her, rubbing the child’s back. “Mommy loves both of you. But we’ve gotta trim your nails.” Riley sat down on a chair with Ellie in her lap and Liam crouched in front of them.

“It won’t hurt at all baby.” Liam smiled

Ellie sighed and leaned back into Riley “’K”

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Elsewhere, Hana sat on her bed, staring up at Olivia, who looked down at her with an odd expression on her face. “I’m sorry Olivia I’m not sure what it is you’re asking.” Hana put down her composition book to focus on Olivia. The duchess sighed, unsure of herself. It was a feeling she’d very rarely felt. Olivia sat next to Hana and glared at the wall. Hana felt sorry for the El Greco that hung in her sightline.

“Your…friend. The Countess.” Olivia began, her voice terse

“Alex? What about her?”

“Tell me about her.”

Hana wrinkled her brow “I…What do you mean?”

“What information do you have on her?!” Olivia demanded, her cheeks flushing slightly “What kind of flowers she likes, things like that…”

Realization came to Hana suddenly “Olivia…are you interested in Alex?!”  

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Oh my god!” Hana squealed! “You have a crush on Alex?! I have to tell Riley!”

Olivia groaned “Please don’t.” but it was too late Hana already had her phone out and not even two minutes later Riley burst into the room.

“You have a crush on Alex?!” the queen screeched, her chest heaving from having run the distance from the cottage to Hana’s room.

“How on Earth did you get here so fast?” Olivia wondered; her eyes wide

Riley shut the door behind her and sat on the opposite side of Hana “Yeah, cause I’m totally gonna miss Olivia ‘I’ll kill you before admitting I have feelings Nevrakis asking for girl talk!”

Olivia narrowed her eyes “I asked for no such thing.”

Riley and Hana looked at each other and shook their heads “Oh, Olivia, I had a stunted upbringing too and I still know better.” Hana patted her friend’s hand.

“So, you know what that means! Sleepover!” Riley cheered throwing her hands in the air

Olivia frowned “Ancestors help me, what have I gotten myself into?”

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Missing Pet: Found

Summary: Not being a fan of school, the reader never paid much attention in class until the new teacher came in. Not long after, she became a teacher’s pet. After things took a turn, the reader left town to uproot a new life not knowing she hadn’t escaped from her past.

Word Count: 3564

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A/N: Hey all! This is the end of the Teacher’s Pet series. If you haven’t read part one (click here) or two (click here), please do so! If you’re interested in more of my multi-fandom content, check out my masterlist here. We’re at 172! Closer and closer to 200.  I can never thank you all enough. I really hope you enjoy this ✌

Post Date: 05/18/2020

My life is completely ruined. Everything is ruined.

Life is good. It’s actually very good.

I’ll never be happy again!

I’m content.

What am I supposed to do with you?

I don’t really know what I’m going to do with you, but we’ll be okay.

“Ms. Campbell, the client with the order of twenty cupcakes will be swinging by during closing time. I have their cupcakes ready for your magic touch!” I smile as I hand Ms. Campbell the basket of edible decorations. “Thank you sweetheart! They look wonderful,” Ms. Campbell compliments as she takes the basket “Also, I’m tired of telling you to call me Mary! We sit on the floor and eat the leftover baked goods, talking about anything and everything. I think we’re way past the formalities!” “Okay, okay!” I giggled, shaking my head as I made my way to the front.

 I work with Ms. Campbell in her bakery. She’s owned it for about four years now and I’ve worked there for almost the same amount. She hired me on the spot, covered in flour with stress withered all over her face. She was going through a terrible divorce at the time along with a lot of familial conflict. She didn’t expect the workload that piled up on her and I came right as she was plastering the ‘Help Wanted’ sign up. Perfect timing, huh?

Mary lives by herself. Her two sons are states away and her ex husband is nowhere to be found, but it's not like she is searching for him either. I live with my son as a single parent. I needed a mother figure just as much as she needed someone to mother, so we meshed well. Our lives became more and more personal by the day. We ate dinner together most nights. We talked every night. We were the missing pieces to each other's loneliness. It's Mother's Day weekend and Mary's sons are visiting her for the first time in years!

 As I walked towards the front, I heard the bell chime

“Hi! Welcome to-” I stopped in my tracks as the customer came into view. That short dark haired man wearing jeans and a flannel was anything but unfamiliar.

“D-Dean?” I gasped, my heart sank as his eyes widened. “Y/n,” the corner of his mouth twitched as his eyes looked me up and down in disbelief “It’s been-” “Three almost four years,” I finished his sentence, clenching my jaw as tears threatened to spill. Dean nodded as his mouth hung slightly open, his tongue pressed against his teeth.

What is he doing here? Did he know where to find me? If so, how and why? Should I ask him what he wants from the bakery? It is a very nice bakery and we have a lot of selection. I should let Mary handle him. Introduce her to the jerk that I’ve cried to her about a million times before. I can’t-

“Hey Dean!” Mary chirped as she quickly took off her apron. I shook my head as I snapped out of my thoughts to watch the two interact. Mary pulled Dean into a tight hug, her eyes lit up as she smiled big “Oh, I’m so happy that you’re here! I love you,” Dean looked me in the eyes before saying “I love you too, mom,”

I felt like the air was knocked out of me as I slightly stumbled back. This had to be a dream! It just had to be. Mary pulled away from the hug as she walked over by me “This is the lovely, Y/n! The young lady that I’ve been raving about on the phone! Y/n this is my eldest son, Dean. You will meet my youngest, Sam, later on. They came to visit me this Mother’s Day for a week! Speaking of Mother’s Day, hand over the apron!” Mary giggled, handing me a bag full of treats “You’re off for the day. Happy Mother’s Day!”

I watched as Dean cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows knit together. “Tell Levi aunt Mary will see him later, okay?” Mary beamed at me. “Y-yeah, of course!” I gulped as I took my apron off, handing it to her before giving her a goodbye hug. “I..uhm..I will definitely tell Levi that his favorite aunt will stop by! Thank you for the treats. Happy Mother’s Day, Mary! Bye Dean,” I weakly smiled at Dean as I walked past him and out of the door.

My heart was heavy and my mind was racing as I walked to my car. I could hear footsteps from behind me. I stopped in my tracks before turning around to see Dean standing right there, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath “H-ho-how...You walked so fast! Hold on a minute. I don’t run around like I used to!” Dean panted. I looked away for a moment as I felt a grin coming on before looking back to a serious Dean. “How old is Levi?”

This was a conversation that I didn’t think I’d ever have to have. I moved halfway across the country, embracing the single parent life that I had chosen for myself. I see glimpses of Dean everyday in Levi, but I never thought I’d lay eyes on Dean Winchester ever again. Unprepared, my mouth opened and shut as I couldn’t find the right words to say. I shook my head at him as I felt my palms begin to sweat. “Please tell me how old Levi is,” Dean whispered as he took a step closer.

“Three. He’s three,” I watched as Dean’s eyes glazed over. “Duncan’s three as well...Levi’s mine, isn’t he?” Dean gulped, the tips of his ears going red. I sighed as I nodded “He is,” Dean stood there, staring at me blankly. His eyes filled with hot tears as his shoulders slumped forward. I knew it was a lot for him to take in. He has a three year old son that he didn’t even know about. That in itself would stun the toughest of people. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I stepped closer to Dean, showing him pictures of Levi “He is a wild one. He has a love for cars like you. Those beautiful eyes remind me of yours. At first, it was hard to look into them but it got easier as time went by,” I let go of the phone as Dean gently took it from me, scrolling through every picture slowly and watching every little video. Tears spilled down his face as he smiled, laughing whenever Levi spoke or giggled.

Dean tapped on Levi’s birthday video. The most recent video that I had:

“How old are you, Levi?” I giggled. There were balloons and banners in the background. Levi was wearing a party hat along with a big cheesy smile “I free! I free, mama!” “Yes! You’re three, big boy!” I cheered from behind the camera. “Let’s all sing the birthday boy the happy birthday song!” Mary came into the camera frame, holding the candle lit cake “Y/n, give me that phone! You should be the one being recorded too,” “Ms. Campbell, it’s fine!” I protested, the camera shaking a bit as Mary tried taking it. “I told you to call me Mary! Give me that phone,” Mary giggled, taking the phone. The camera pointed to me playfully pouting before walking over to Levi and picking him up. “Alright on a count of three! One, two, three...Happy birthday to you” Mary began to sing and everyone else joined in. Levi blew out the candles in the middle of the song before yelling “I’m free!”

I looked at Dean who was grinning at the video footage, tears still spilling out of his eyes. I bit my lip as I watched the tears roll down his cheek to his chin before dropping to the ground. “Can you two come for dinner? I want to meet him,” Dean sniffed, wiping his hand over his wet face. “You should check with your mom first. I don’t want to ju-” “My mom adores you and Levi. She would be more than happy to have you two there,” Dean interrupted, handing my phone back to me “Please, consider it?”

My eyes searched his as I chewed my bottom lip. "Please, Y/n" I watched his lips as he spoke. They quivered around my name. I gulped down my pride as my eyes wandered down to his hand. That ring. "Will.." I sighed, shaking my head before looking back into his eyes "Will Jo be there?" Dean must have caught on to what I was implying as he quickly held his wedded hand to his chest. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his eyes looking everywhere but at me "Jo and I...we...Jo and I split. We split a few months ago. I just never took it off," I nodded as I watched Dean stare at the ring "It's hard,"

Dean's mouth twitched into a frown as a tear escaped his eyes, slowly falling down his face. Instinctively, I gently placed my hand on his face and swiped the single tear away with my thumb. I felt Dean relax his cheek into my hand, closing his eyes with a content sigh.  The warmth of his face against my hand awoke the love I had for him. The love that had been buried underneath the piles of hatred for years now. "Please, come tonight" Dean purred against my hand, his eyes still closed.

I pulled my hand away and heard Dean whine from the absence of my touch "I'll consider it," I turned on my heel and continued to walk to my car. "See you later, Dean" I called from behind me, not looking back.

 Dean's Point of View

Y/n was still as beautiful as ever.

I could see the years of pain I had caused.

The years of hurt. The years of confusion.

Why didn't she tell me about Levi? Why didn't she tell me she was pregnant or at least believed she could be pregnant? Oh yeah, I threw money at her and told her to take care of it.

I knew deep down inside that there was a possibility and I did not want to think about what that would do to my marriage or even my career. A student pregnant by a professor is not a good look, but being an absent father isn't a good look either. 

Little did she know, I loved her. I still love her. I've always been in love with her.

After she left the hotel room, I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. Life buzzed around me as I drank myself into a stupor every single night. Jo and I were split before it was official. She knew where I had been all those times I was wrapped up in Y/n. I didn't hide it well. I didn't even try to.

I tried my best to look her up on social media just to get a glimpse of her, a taste of what she was up to. I never got anything. She must have blocked me.

I was convinced, sadly convinced that I would never see her again. That I would never hear her sweet voice serenade my ears ever again. That I would never feel that gentle touch or smell that sweet perfume ever again. But here I am. The smell of her lingered the air on this graveled parking lot. My cheek still warmed with her graceful touch. My eyes watched as her car drove away until it became invisible.

This whole time she's been in my head. I cried over the thought of her forgetting me. She's young. She has a whole life ahead of her, so I figured that after some time I would be out of her head, out of her heart. Little did I know she held a part of me inside of her and then in her arms. My son. Our souls were one in a tiny three year old body and I didn't know until now.

"Dean, you okay?" I heard my mom's voice call from behind me along with the crunching of graveled footsteps. "Yes, I was just making sure Y/n got to her car alright!" I turned around, smiling at my bright eyed mom. "She's a catch, huh?" My mom wiggled her eyebrows, giggling "Come inside! I made a fresh pie specially for you this morning. I warmed it up when you left,"

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket "Thank you mom," I smiled at my mom as I fished for my phone in my pocket, slowly walking towards her. Glancing down at my phone and swiftly unlocking it, I saw an unfamiliar notification. A friend request. My heart raced as a toothy smile grew across my face. A friend request from Y/n. I quickly accepted it, not wanting to waste time. Not wanting her to take it back. I couldn't help myself but to click onto her profile and soak up every post. I swiped and swiped, my eyes reading every little status. My smile grinning at every little picture and muted video. Laughing at every cheesy meme. I couldn't get enough until..

"Dean? Are you coming?" I snapped my head up from my phone, stuffing it into my back pocket. "Yes! Pie time," I smiled as my mom took my arm in hers, leading us back to the bakery.

 Y/N's POV

I couldn't help but to wonder if I was doing this to introduce Levi to Dean or to see Dean again. Maybe both?

I walked up to the brightly lit patio, knocking on the dark front door. I looked down at my smiling son who was grasping onto his toy dinosaur. "Aunt Mary's house!" he cheered as the locks jingled. The door swung open revealing a smiling Mary "I'm so happy you came! Hey Levi. I love that new dinosaur. Does it have a name?" Mary picked Levi up and disappeared into the house. I followed, closing the front door slowly as I looked around. I could smell spices, fresh herbs, and Mary's favorite spring candle in the air. I took a deep breath as I savored the comforting smell.

Walking closer to the kitchen, I could hear the voices of two men. I could make out Dean's voice, but not the other man. My heart thudded hard in my chest. So hard that if I didn't know any better I would have thought my heart would burst through my chest at any moment. I tried my best to steady my breathing as I heard Mary coo "You're going to get to meet my other babies! They're much bigger than you are, but they were your size before. They loved dinosaurs and cars too,"

"Why won't you ever get another car?" "Baby is a one in a million...No, a one in a billion kind of girl. I would never insult her like that!" I heard Dean hiss from inside of the kitchen. "Dad had Baby before you were even a thought!" "Yeah and she runs better than your little frilly thing out there!" I heard Mary laugh as she shook her head, stepping into the kitchen.

 "Mom I'm seri-" I stepped into the kitchen as Dean stopped speaking. His eyes widened as he looked between his mom, Levi, and I. His eyes fluttered as they fixated on Levi. "This is Levi! Levi is Y/n's son!" Mary beamed as she bounced Levi on her hip as he hid his face against her shoulder, holding up his dinosaur in an attempt to block his face.

"Hey, Levi! I'm Sam. I love your dinosaur. I had one just like that as a kid," Sam grinned, nudging a speechless Dean. Dean cleared his throat, shaking his head a little as he tried to gather up his thoughts "Uh, h-hey!" Dean was visibly in shock as Levi stared at him. As if Levi saw himself in Dean, he leaned towards Dean with his arms outstretched. Dean hesitantly took him from Mary's arms, bouncing him in his arms "Hey dude," Dean smiled. "His name is Toby!" Levi beamed, waving his dinosaur in Dean's face. "Toby? Toby the dinosaur? That's such a cool name!" Dean glanced over at me and mouthed "Thank you" before taking Levi into the next room.

I felt a stab in my heart as I heard Levi erupt into a fit of giggles. He had never talked to anyone he just met, let alone willingly let them take him into their arms. I deprived them both of a relationship, thinking that what I was doing was for the best.  I felt tears sting at my eyes as I left the kitchen. My feet carried me out of the door and into my car where I was safe to cry. I let the tears flow as my mind replayed Levi reaching out for Dean. There was no denying that Levi knew his father. Their souls were one.

I jumped as I heard a tap at my window. Mary. I wiped at my face as I unlocked the car door.  Mary made her way to the passenger side, opening the door. She was silent as she climbed in. "I'm just emotional today. I don't even know w-" "Why didn't you tell me?" Mary sighed before looking at me.

Dean must have told her.

I felt my heart sink deeper into my chest as I tried to think of what to say. "When I first saw Levi, I saw my son. That nose. That smile. Those eyes! There was no denying that Levi belonged to my son. See, I heard all about you. I just didn't know that you were you until I laid eyes on Levi. Jo only confirmed my suspicions," Mary didn't seem angry. She didn't seem hurt. She seemed calm as if she expected this to happen. 

"The more you talked to me about this mystery man the more it confirmed that it was Dean. My Dean. My son. When he told me that he was coming to visit, I intentionally had him come to the bakery. I needed that final nail," Mary continued on, her smile twitching at the corners as tears filled her eyes.

 "The way you two looked in each other's eyes. The way Dean chased after you. The smile on his face after he walked you to his car..There are some things mothers can pick up on and I sense the love. He loves you and you love him. Levi deserves that family that you two want," Mary looked at me with knowing eyes as I gasped. I loved Dean. I love Dean. He's hurt me, but I've hurt him too. "With work, you two can make this relationship last," Mary whispered, sniffling. I wiped away tears that I didn't know were falling as I rushed out of the car.

I ran. I ran into the house. I ran through the kitchen. I followed the giggles and the dinosaur noises. I ran until I saw Dean twirling Levi around in circles. Dean stopped as soon as he laid eyes on me, he slowly lowered Levi to the ground as his eyes followed a tear that was sliding down my face "Y/n?"

I couldn't lie.

I couldn't hide away from the truth.

Mary saw through me.

I saw through me.

I walked up to Dean, crashing my lips onto his. Dean's hands landed onto my hips as he kissed me back. Our lips danced together in sync. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste of his lips against mine. He pulled away and stared into my eyes "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you," his voice shook as he began to smile. I looked down at our interlocked fingers with a smile on my face "I never stopped loving you," I gulped, looking Dean in the eyes again. "This is gross," Levi broke the silence as he pointed at Dean and I, sticking his tongue out and making a disgusted sound. "I agree, buddy!" Sam joked, smiling "Can someone explain this though? I'm lost!" Mary rolled her eyes, shaking her head "Winchesters sure know how to ruin a moment!"

  "Mom, I'm catching the bus today okay?" Levi grabbed his bagel off of the plate as he rushed towards the door. "Oh, okay! Don't forget your lunch and your backpack," I called from behind him. "Oh shoot! Thanks mom," Levi smiled at me as he ran back upstairs to get his backpack. "I'll see you two after work!" Dean straightened his tie as he leant down to kiss me and then my swollen stomach. "Alright honey! Don't forget your briefcase," I smiled at Dean who started looking around before running his hand over his face. "You're a lifesaver!" Dean ran back upstairs to get his briefcase. 

"Watch the suit, man!" I heard Dean yell from upstairs as I watched Levi run down the stairs "I love you!" I called after him as he sprinted out of the door. "Love you too!" Levi grinned before slamming the door shut behind him. 

"Teenagers!"

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Got7: Snow White and the Seven Princes

The young princess runs away in horror from the huntsman. He released his hound dogs that here on the search for her. She finds a stream and gets in and to loos her scent from the dogs. She she gets out she keeps running and continuously trips on a rock or a root from the trees.  Every time she heard a howl, she ran faster and losing her breath. As soon she finally stopped and hoping that she lost the huntsman and the dogs. She finally caught her breath and leaned against the tree. She felt a strong sharp pain in her leg and looked down to see it bruised. She believes that it happened when she fell and tripped all those times. She looked around her surroundings and realized that she was lost. She knew she need to find a way out. She got back up and and kept going. It was already dark and and she thanked the moonlight to help guide her through the darkness. As she kept walking as it got darker she found an opening and noticed a small cottage and a well.

The princess walks up to the well and and lowers the bucket down to the bottom. She pulls it back and and used her hands to scoop the water. She drinks the cool water and puts the bucket down on the ground. She turns around and looks around the landscape that she enter in. She walks up to the near window of the cottage and sees that it had a table and small kitchen and a fire place.

“Some one must live here.” She thought out loud. “Hello? Any one here?” She yelled out hoping for someone to answer.

There was no answer that she move on to the next item to the cottage. She finds a shed next to a empty horse stable. She opens the shed and sees a pile of straw and decides to sleep on it until morning. She closed her eyes and drifted into a slumber.

It was the next day and the princess woke up by seven loud voices. She looked around a noticed that she was in a warm bed and soft blankets.

“Hyung! There was no way I was going to leave her out there!” A voice that sounded very young was the first thing she was able to hear clearly.

“I don’t care! What if she was a witch?” A grumpy voice shouted.

“Come on Jaebum, that girl looks so innocent just by looking at her.” Another voice that was sounded deep and mature yet it was it was kind.

“Well ask her who she is when she wakes up.” Another voice that was deep but sounded playful spoke out.

“For some reason I can’t help it but she seems so familiar Mark.” The next voice was very gentle kind.

“You felt it to Youngjae? I thought I was the only one.” This voice sounded very much like someone she knew of but she cant remember.

“I’m gonna go check on her. She might be awake.”  The last deep male voice said in a cheerful tone and she heard and the sound of footstep came closer to the room she was in.

She got out of the bed feeling the pain in her foot looked at he bruise. She hurried back up from the pain and went to the near a window and used it a mirror and smoothed her dress and hair real fast.

The door opened and she looked at the direction from the sound of it and noticed a man peeking his head through. He notices that she saw him and put his head back to the other side. She giggled at the sight of his action. He knocked on the door and she replied for him to come back in to the room. He reopens the door and walks in. He kept his distance as he got closer. He bows and introduces himself.

“Hello. Sorry for disturbing you. I hope you slept well. My name is Jackson.”

The princess smiles and looks at him and curtsy. “It alright. My name is Y/N. Thank you for letting me sleep here.”

“No problem. There was no way we would leave a lady in the night alone. I hope you are hungry. My friend has made breakfast,” he reaches out his hand and welcoming his kindness.

As she steps forward her foot made her wince and fall hard towards the ground. Jackson swiftly went to her side and helped her up.

“Are you alright?” He grabs her hand and she winced again. “Are you hurt?”

“It’s my leg,” Y/n confessed. She lifted part of her skirt reveling the bruise to the boy.

“Here let me help.” With out any hesitation, Jackson picked up Y/N bridal style. She gasped and was stunned by his action as he walked out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. As he made his movement she looked at his face and blushed very slowly.

Y/n got very nervous and and tried not to let her nerves show to the man. She never got carried like this before or met a man like him before. Her stomach started to churn as she got more nervous when when she heard the other voices and their volume started to increase.

Jackson brought he in to a the small dining room where six other young men were talking loudly towards each other. Jackson set her gently on an empty chair and place her a plate of some apple slices and a bowl of soft oatmeal. He smiled at her and gave her some water. As soon she was set for her meal, he begin to devour his.

“I hope you are hungry. Please eat as much as you can,” he told her politely.

“Thank you,” said the milady very quietly. As she started to eat the young man on her left place a piece of bread with honey. She looked to the young man and saw his bright sunny smile yet it was so soft it could warm her up. She kept her eyes train on his as if she knew in so well.

“Would you like a piece? I hope you like honey?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Y/N accepted. 

“I’m Youngjae. I hope you are well today.”

“I am a bit. But thank you for asking though. My name is Y/N.”

As she nibbled her honey bread. She watched how some of the other men were to busy eating to noticed her presence. Until the she locked eyes with twin mole eyed man at the edge of the table. She wasn't sure if she should look away or would it seemed rude. Before she could say anything the male said a word towards her.

“Sorry if we woke you. I hope we weren’t that loud.”

“No it is alright. I’m fine. but thank you though for your consideration,” she just mumbled.

The male just chuckled at her reactions and decided to introduce himself. “I’m Jaebeom.” As soon he introduce himself the others were doing the same.

“I am Yugeom,” as announced as he winks before drinking his water. “This is BamBam,” he points at the other one beside him.

“And I am Jinyoung,” she turned her head slightly as they young men states thier name. Jinyoung looked at her and gave her a slight smile that welcomes her.

“I’m Y/N.” As soon she said her name she got nervous but tried to remain calm. 

“Wait,” said the brown eye one wearing gray and white looked at her. “Y/N? As if Y/N, Princess of Gardenia?

“Yes,” she question of the male that asked her.

“It’s me. Mark. We used to play when we were kids,” he got up to her an knelt to her. “And Youngjae he was there with us.”

“It is you,” Youngjae smiled.

Y/n’s eyes were open wide as she looked at the two men before her and sees the little boys she once knew in the face and eyes. She indeed remember a smaller versions of them from another kingdoms that used to visit her home. Before she had any words come out of her mouth she wrapped her arm around both of them for comfort. 

Mark and Youngjae hugged her back to make sure that she felt safe. She let her arms let go and tried not to cry in front of the others. She looked at them both questioned him about his place here. “Why are you here? 

“We should be asking you the same question as well,” Jaebeom stated. “We are very surprised that someone actually found our cottage. This place is actually hidden by a cursed forest.”

“Cursed? How is it cursed?” She looked at the men very confused.

“We are banished from leaving here,” BamBam answered.

“Banished?”

“During the last invasion from the dragon that terrorized the eight kingdoms. We all traveled to defeat it. We worked together to bring it down. But it was also a trap,” Jinyoung stated.

“It was a trap and test to find the bravest and strongest men from the all of the kingdoms. We thought we defeated the giant lizard but it was a witch tricking us.” Y/n looked at Yugeom as he continued the story. 

“She gathered all of us to get us away from our kingdoms to set them all into sleep slumber and take our magical treasure the protect our people. She took our kingdoms magic and ours”, BamBam says. 

“She took all of us and place us here, away from home and powerless,” Jackson added.

Mark look at Y/N, “But how did you get here and how? We thought no one could ever find us. Not even this place.”

“I don’t know. I ran away from home. The huntsman was trying to kill me... But I didn’t know where i was going. I tripped and fell and woke up here.”

“At least you are safe now with us. We wont let anyone hurt you now,” Youngjae squeezed her shoulder. 

She thanked them and looked at them all. Hoping that they were right and hope that they are safe here.

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My Cure for the Blues, thanks to my Daughter who Loves Pink: What Might Yours Be?

I am blue. I don’t know why. There are many blatant reasons for blueness in the world right now - more than there have ever been in my lifetime - yet still I don’t know why. If I did I wouldn’t be blue. I would be sad with purpose. Or angry. Or upset. But what I have is a slightly pointless feeling. Being blue is vague. Vaguely low. A big wash of a dark colour, devoid of detail.

Meanwhile my four year old daughter is definitely not blue - she’s pink. “What’s your favourite colour today?” She asks, everyday. I find it a hard question to answer with accuracy, perhaps because of my vague blue feeling. She does not: “What’s yours?” I say. “Pink,” she replies with absolute certainty, “And gold.” Another favourite question of hers, that she poses most evenings at supper: “What are you the fairy of?” The grown-ups round the table come up with various quips in answer: Daddy is the fairy of mashed potato; Granny is the fairy of hearing aids; Mummy is the fairy of tiredness. 

“And you, Tenar?” 

“I’m the fairy of beauty, sparkly things and everything I like,” she replies, while skipping up and down beside the dinner table, because the fairy of beauty is much too busy to pay any heed to the fairy of meal time manners. Her favourite Christmas present was a gold princess gown, which she dons daily, and Snow White-like, checks in the mirror to see if she looks suitably fair. She wants to grow her hair down to just above her bottom. 

This all comes as rather a shock to me because I was not a pink girl - my favourite colour as a child was navy blue, no pastels please. I refused to wear dresses. I had a party boiler suit- dark blue - for birthdays. I climbed trees, ran along garden walls and lived in trousers. I was inconsolable when my father once brought me back a kilt as a present from a trip to Scotland - imagine being given a skirt! Despite being told this was a skirt meant for men, despite the photos in the family photo drawer of my father, a proud soldier in a Black Watch regiment kilt, I remained unconvinced. I have stayed relatively consistent in my tom-boyness into adult life. As a mother my children rarely see me in dresses, hardly ever in make up. Mummy has long hair under her armpits and on her legs but often shaves her head.

Given the version of womanhood I have presented to my daughter, I assumed  her predilection for pink princesses was a result of the vicious marketing to which children, especially girls, are subjected - the bright pink magazines with plastic toy lipsticks and hair curlers sellotaped onto the front, placed at just her height on the wracks near the supermarket check out. This is just one example of the many things about the world that make me blue so, when her pink princess phase began, I set to work. 

I had already consistently switched pronouns around in books - mostly from he to she - or had discussions with my daughter about the absence of active female heroines.  More recently, her questions such as “Why is it girls that have long hair?” Or, “Which one of these princesses is the most beautiful?” lead to long discussions about the history of fashion, gender as a colourful spectrum, and how peacocks are just one example of a species in which it is the boy that gets to wear the gorgeous feathers. None of this seems to make the slightest difference to my daughter’s commitment to pink, but two developments recently have eased my concerns and made me think that there is more than 21st Century patriarchal capitalism at work in her choices, and that the pink thing - or the thing for pink -that is sustaining her spirits through this hard time might actually contain within it a clue to the medicine I need for my blues.  

Firstly, last weekend, after a day on which I had had to work and so had resorted to letting Tenar watch Disney’s Cinderella (the 1950 animation) she ran back and forth during supper and told us her version of the story. In her rendition, she played the part of the fairy godmother, and having magically rustled up a stunning dress for Cinderella, she thought she should be the one who got to enjoy it. So it was she, the fairy godmother, who danced the night away with Cinders. And what of the prince? No princess for him - he was left with a slice of pizza. After three nights of dancing together, Cinderella married Tenar, the fairy godmother, and they lived together happily ever after, with an ever-expanding wardrobe of fabulous dresses. The prince married the pizza, and was, apparently, content with his lot. 

I was reassured by this that my daughter is in no way either a passive consumer of pink-ness or likely to become an easy victim of social norms. Soon after marrying Cinderella, she came up with the second thing which allayed my concerns, and made me question my fast feminist assumptions as to what is at work in her psyche. She announced, seemingly out of the blue (that colour again), that one day she wants to acquire a white, calm, mare.  

We have some chickens, but on the whole we are not an animal-focussed family. No cats. No dogs. Certainly nothing as large and demanding as a horse. My daughter accepts the fact that owning a horse is a big deal - you need a stable, a meadow, and various other bits of kit, so she is going to be patient - not a quality that comes to her easily - and wait, but it is important that she gets the mare when she is still young, she says, by the time she is twelve. By then her hair should have grown to her full desired length and both she and the white mare can ride over the fields with their locks streaming behind them. She is also keen on a cart to go with it, which will, she says, make shopping much easier and less boring. She will look after it very well: she will dress it in garlands of flowers, feed it hay and apples and exercise it daily. Its stable will be right beside the pink, gold and violet-painted bedroom of her own, into which she will also have moved by the time she turns twelve.  

I am not entirely sure from where this horse has ridden into her mind. She has a sticker book of white unicorns, but much of the dream seems to be of her own invention. I am not about to surrender to an essentialist narrative and suggest that all little girls harbour a horsey dream - how could I when I myself never have?- but it has touched me, this sudden passion for a white horse, the oddly mature way in which she discusses the details of it, and it makes me think there is more than magazine marketing at work in her.  

My husband plays Tenar the theme tune to White Horses, the 1960s TV series, whilst I remember all the stories I know that feature a woman and a horse. One of my favourite Ted Hughes’ tales concerns the first woman complaining to God that she is bored - she wants a playmate. After trying out various creations and getting it horribly wrong, God finally gets it right when, out of the crests of the waves, he conjures a horse, who rides ashore to greet the waiting woman. Going further back in time, there are the tales of Epona and Rhiannon, Celtic horse goddesses which I know of thanks to mother-maker, Jackie Singer, who made a brilliant show about them that explored women’s power and sexuality - both its repression and liberation. Rhiannon in particular, who can outride any man with ease, is no passive princess. Whilst the image of a girl dressed in pink is no more than eighty years old, the image of a woman riding a horse is clearly a good deal older. However, irrespective of age (simply using the fact that something has been around for a long time is a highly dubious reason for justifying it - patriarchy, for example, is ancient!) it seems to me, listening to Tenar, that she has somehow tapped into an image-geyser - it has sprung up mysteriously, and with tremendous energy. It feeds her.  Life is tough, we are confined in a tiny house, while we try to stay well, stay sane, shield Granny, but my daughter is buoyant, not blue, because she is dreaming of horses- I need some of what she’s got.  

But I never dreamt of horses. They don’t do it for me. I think back to when I loved navy blue and try to recall what else I was dreaming of then. What made me run around the kitchen table with delight like my daughter does? And then the answer comes: I wanted a meadow too, but not for a horse. I wanted a cabin in one corner - I was going to run across the meadow, barefoot, marvel at the wonder of the world and then head into my cabin and write. I didn’t want to be a princess, I wanted to be a poet. With the same passion, the same weird mix of realism and fantasy as I see in my daughter and her horse ambitions, I made plans for my poetry cabin. I remembered this when I watched the amazing Amanda Gorman, not dressed in pink or blue but brightest yellow, reciting at Biden’s inauguration - a young poet woman warrior. I can feel it does me good to summon up this archetype, this image. It starts, slowly, to dispel the blue. It’s a dose of a meaning-of-life medicine, the first iteration of it that I ever brewed for myself and so, because of this, it still holds a certain potency. As Victor Frankl argues in his classic Man’s Search for Meaning a sense of purpose, of meaning, is what we (man, woman, or betwixt and between) need to survive the hardest times - a holocaust, a global pandemic, or, closer to home, just a tough day of schooling with the kids. 

So, here are your questions for the month - actually a mix of my daughter’s questions and mine:

What is your favourite colour today? What are you the fairy of? What do or did your children, if you have them, dream of? And what were your own childhood dreams? And can your answers to these questions change the colour of your days?

As I type this, Tenar is sitting on my lap, and she has asked for the last word. I have said she can dictate and I will type. Over to Tenar, then, to finish this off:

“I ask my mum so many questions that I feel in my body and I say my heart is the thing that controls my feelings. I ask every night to my mum, why she was a tom boy? And I say that I love you as much as I am going to love everything around me, and I love my heart, and my horse. And I am a girlie girl, not like my mummy.  I love princesses, I say, every night.”

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Alex Hogh-Good boy

Requested by anon, hope you like it! It’s the first time I write something like this, thanks for the challenge. 

Plot: Alex has been a naughty boy and he needs to earn his reward. 

Warnings: well. NSFW. Smut. Sex. Sub!Alex and dom!reader, praising, oral (f and m), teasing and overstimulation

Alex’s neck flexed as you wrapped your fingers in his long black hair and pulled, his eyes flashing with a combination of lust and aggression as you force his head back. You knew that it was only a facade; as soon as you were behind closed doors, he would be in his knees for you. He swallowed hard when you raised a brow at his changeling eyes, his Adam’s apple pushing out against the strained muscle. You leaned forward, letting the tip of your tongue slip out to trace a hot wet line up the tendon of his neck. His pulse raced under it, blood flushing the skin of his throat. Alex grunted and tilted his head to the side, opening up a greater access to his throat  for you.

“You think you deserve that, baby?” you whispered against his neck. Around you, the sounds of the club seemed distant, and you couldn’t even recognise the songs any more. All you could think was about the precious boy you had melting between your arms.

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh, yes?” you raised your head and looked at his blushing face. “After the little stunt you had put up with the bartender?”

No more than fifteen minutes ago, you had been trying to get a drink for your friends and you. The pub was crowded, everyone was pushing to get what they wanted and the blonde woman who was on duty only payed attention to some people. Mostly attractive men who held a flirty attitude with her. Like your boyfriend.

Worried by your absence, Alex had gone looking for you. He had seen the situation, evaluated it and, with a tricky smirk, called for the girl. She had been by your side in two seconds, showing her cleavage to you. Your cheeks had become red with anger and jealousy as your boyfriend played her game; he asked for the drinks with a cute smile, followed her lead and left her with her mouth hanging open when he gave you the drinks and kissed your lips. Still, he knew what he was getting himself into.

“Please” he almost whimpered. Your eyes narrowed and you yanked his hair back once more, being just a tiny bit of too rough.

Your legs were resting on his lap, while you embraced his shoulder with your arms. And it was the perfect position; because you could cover the bulge that was growing in your boyfriend’s crotch.

“You’ve been such a bad boy, Alex” you purred, tracing his cheek with your hand. He looked at you with pleading eyes, knowing that you had absolute control over him. “I should make you stain your pants just like a teenage horny boy, right?”

You latched your lips with his neck and sucked a dark mark into the base of his throat, where it met his clavicle. He groaned as you pulled away, and looked around to make sure no one was looking your way.

“But I feel generous” you smile softly. “We’re going home, okay, baby?”

“Thank God” he sighed, and let his head rest against the comfortable couch you were sitting it.

“Not so fast” you gripped his chin and made him look at you again. “Wait until we’re somewhere quiet, I’m going to ruin you.”

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He had never been so anxious in his life. Sitting on your couch, right where you had left him five minutes ago, with a painful boner and incredible naughty thoughts running through his mind. For a few months, your sex life had been… different. Neither of you were enjoying it to the fullest, until you pinned him down during a make out session and he became a bubbling mess. You taking control had been his hidden kink, he loved seeing you on the top of him; praising him, making him beg, teasing him.

The worst part was the waiting. Not knowing if there were going to be ropes, blindfold, vibrators. Whatever it was, he was ready for it. Your soft voice calling his name made him get up in a hurry and run towards your shared bedroom. He nearly knocked out two pots, but the sight was worthy. In his tight jeans, he could feel his cock hardening with interest.

You were leaning against the dresser, wearing a lingerie set that Alex had never seen on you before. It was already his favourite. Black, with a little bit of lace, the material hugging your body like no other. Your legs were encased in a pair of thigh highs, the dark red lipstick you had chosen that night making him want to kiss you senseless. With your permission, of course.

“Damn” he let out a loud moan, resisting the urge of palming himself through his pants. He had done before and, that night, he really wanted to cum.

“Hey, baby” you said, a mischievous smile on your lips. “What do you think?”

“I-you look stunning, peach” he stuttered. You sauntered over to where he was standing petrified, your hips moving seductively. Alex’s breath caught in his throat when you stopped in front of him.

Slowly, you gripped the wrist that was inching slowly towards his cock, and put it back to its place. You moved your hand up until it reached his neck, and pulled him closer so that your breath hit his mouth. He did not move, and you smiled in appreciation. Meanwhile, your nails started to make small circles around his nipples through the shirt.

“Are you going to be my good boy today, baby?”

Alex inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. Oh, he wanted-no, he craved it; he needed it so back that he was shaking with excitement. Eyes still closed, he jerked his head in a stiff nod. Not hearing any answer, he opened up one eye to see you looking at him with your mouth pursed.

“Yeah” he gasped, both eyes open. “Yes, I want-I’ll be good for you. Please, Y/N.”

He felt his cheeks burning with shame, and lust, at the admission. Your lips drew up in a smile, eyes holding his as his pupils dilated. Swiping the tip of your tongue over your lips, you pressed them to his and brought both of your hands to cradle his face. You traced the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, and he immediately opened to you, letting you lick into his mouth and swallowing the soft moan that wanted to escape him.

Shaky hands tried to touch your hips, to feel your warm skin against his fingers. When they did, he was met with a harsh bit against his bottom lip. It was not painful; nothing of what you did to him was, but served as a warning. Still, when you teared apart, he saw the faint shadow of worry and concern as you looked at him. Alex nodded softly, his heart jumping in his chest at your gesture.

“Have I given you permission to touch me?” you raised a brow. Your hand went down, lifted his shirt, and started to trace his abs and navel, playing with the small pubic hair he had there.

“N-no” he breathed out. Your hands reached the hem of his boxers and started messing with it, rubbing the fabric against his cock. There wasn’t much space between his trousers and boxers, but that only made the pressure better.

“Do I have to tie you up, baby?” you faked a pout while Alex’s eyes widened.

Last time you tied him up, he ended with tears on his eyes and blue balls. Not being able to touch you had been, by far, the worst punishment he had ever had. Alex liked to run his hands through your back, hug your hips and palm your breast. He shook his head a few times, hearing you mutter a quick good before pressing your lips against him again.

One of your fingers slipped into the waistband and ran by the length of his engorged cock, that throbbed against your touch. You broke up the kiss but kept your lips close to his, so that he felt every word you spoke.

“Off” you ordered him. “Then, on the bed, on your back and hands over your head.”

Alex scrambled away to obey, nearly tripping over his feet. He got rid of the shirt, pants and finally the boxers. You watched with a fond smile as he fumbled with his socks sitting on the bed, muttering under his breath. When you reached the end of the bed, he was already in the position you had told him too, his cock standing tall and gorgeous.

“This is for the girl in the bar” you explained as you climbed in bed with him. “I don’t like people looking at what it’s mine”

A soft-looking red cord was hanging from your right hand, and you placed it against his wrists. He looked at you with desperation as you tied him up to the headboard. Alex knew better than to talk back to you; after all, that was probably his intention since the moment he saw you having troubles getting the drinks. Jealous sex was his favourite.

His spine tingled at your penetrating glare, and he nodded fervently to show you that he had understood; he was going to be good. Before the real fun, however, could start, you dropped the act and kissed his lips softly.

“Hey, I love you” you said. “Safe word?”

“Red” he smiled. “I’m not using it, I’m sure. I trust you, peach”

You gave him one last sweet smile before finishing the knot of his wrists. You loved to have the control in bed, and you loved teasing Alex until he had tears streaming down his face. But if you loved that, was because you knew that he loved it more than you. Before every time you two got intimate, you made sure to check that he was comfortable, knew that you loved him and that you could stop if he felt like it.

“Now, baby” you smirked, as you trailed your fingers down his torso. “I’m gonna suck your cock. Suck, lick, kiss, whatever I want to. But, you can’t come without my permission, alright?”

Permission, that’s the word Alex loved the most. His cock jerked in anticipation, and his eyes fluttered shut as he licked his lips. Your cold fingers against his warm skin had him shaking his wrist against the ropes.

“Jus-Just go for it, Y/N” he moaned.

You started by placing kisses along his right side, tickling him until he let out a small chuckle. Laughs were a must do in your relationship. Then, you placed your mouth on the insides of his thigh, purposefully ignoring his straining erection. Alex’s breath came out in quick pants as you drew closer to where he needed you the most. He let out a loud moan when your tongue finally grazed the base of his cock, whining in frustration when you moved away. Repeating the process a few times -kissing, nipping, licking an sucking on his thighs, base and belly-, had him begging with quiet whimpers.

“You want something?”

“Please, please, God, please” Alex cried out. “I need-I need-“

“Be vocal, baby”

“Damnit peach” he groaned, moving his hands impatiently against the rope. “Just put your mouth on my dick”

Usually, Alex had a hard time dirty talking to you, and before he did it he became a blushing mess; that time, he didn’t have any problem, and you laughed at that. Finally, you put your mouth on his sensitive tip for a fleeting moment, and he stopped breathing. He thrusted his hips into your face while breathing curses under his breath.

A hoarse sob left his throat when you wrapped your mouth around him, and swallowed in practise. You bobbed your head up and down, moving your head in all the right positions, that had him crying in five seconds. You hollowed your cheeks around him, and cupped his balls with your hands. The sudden transition from having nothing to suddenly being engulfed by the warmth of your mouth brought Alex right to the edge.

The sensation had him sobbing in frustration; almost unbearably painful, but what he would get later made up for that.

“Good boy” you praised him. “You’re taking it so, so well. I’m so proud of you baby.”

Two more times, you brought Alex to the brink of the orgasm, only to stop short when his breathing became too elaborated. Each time, it took you less and less to do it.

He felt as if he was floating, experiencing a new realm of existence. Distantly, he heard himself sobbing, grunting, pleading and crying for you to let him come. His hips jerked involuntary, and his chest was tight. Incoherent words left his lips every now and then, and you shut them with praises and encouragement; the only thing he was aware from was that he needed your permission to come, to be a good boy for you.

His begging of letting him come was cut short when you teared apart from his dick and wiped your mouth, cleaning the drool and precum.

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes!” Alex lifted his head to look at you, tears on his cheeks. “Please, yes, yes, I’ve-I’ll be a good boy. Let me, please Y/N, I need-“

“You’ll have to earn it”

You rose up from the bed and, slowly, placed one hand on each hip and got rid of the special panties you had chosen for the occasion. Alex’s eyes were fixed on your pussy, glistening from his begs and desperation. And damn, if he had to earn it down there, it would feel more like a reward itself. Walking towards where he was tied, you got rid of the rope and rubbed his sore waist. After a worried glance and a short nod, you went back to your place.

“On the floor and on your knees, baby” you purred.

In no time Alex had one hand on either of your thighs and was looking at your pussy as if it was the last meal on Earth, while you were propping up on the bed with your legs spread wide. Alex tested the waters, and slowly trailed his lips down your stomach, leaving a moist trail of wet licks and kisses in his wake as you watched his descent.

“So pretty on your knees” you felt a rush of heat in your core. “Come on, baby, show me how bad you want to come.”

His only reply was to grasp the end of your thigh highs with his teeth, look up at you and plead for permission to continue. If you let him, you knew he would be making you see the stars;, you nodded. Your breath caught in your throat as he dragged the garment off of you inch by inch. When the silky fabric was down around your ankles, he did the same with the other one, and helped you to take them completely off.

Before he had a chance to stand, you draped your leg over his shoulder and pulled him closer, until his nose made contact with your wet sex. You felt the soft breath of his laugh on your core, and you closed your eyes in pleasure. Gripping his hair firmly, you guided his mouth towards your aching clit and let him do his job.

Alex gave it a few kitten licks and surged forward. He knew that teasing you was out of reach if he wanted to come that night, so his tongue went straight to your clit. You began to thrust your hips as he moved down and began spearing his tongue into you, fucking you with it. One of his hands came up and he rubbed his thumb over your clit, the need of making you cum and feel good printed in the back of his mind. Hard and fast circles had you shaking with need, and he knew better than to stop it.

“Make me cum, baby” you whisper and caressed his long hair. “Make me cum and you’ll too, alright?”

His other hand came up and latched with your hip, dragging you forward as your hand tightened in his hair. Shortly after, his thumb joined his tongue, searching for your g-spot; he found it, like always. He held it there as you felt apart, your orgasm sudden and bright. You trembled against him as he continued to eat you out until you had to pull away, your sex sensitive and pulsing. His mouth, shinny with your slick, and his eyes, pupils blown, begged you just one thing.

And how could you say no to your good boy?

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