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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Milk

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon (overhaul), overstimulation, light bondage, dom reader, reader milking overhaul, Overhauls in taurus, handjobs, slight blowjobs

A/N: I have no regrets in making this. This is the peak of my existence. I would like to thank god and my love for frosted sugar cookies from walmart.

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka i shall warn you both that this is extremely smutty and I have absoultely no regrets in making this. This was way longer then I expected it to be soo....

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“Who the hell are you? Another guard to tease me?” Overhaul said with venom as you walked into his room. His eyes sent glares your way but also with confusion. Its usually only males that come in here. Disgusting ones at that. Quirk filled and sick.

“Oh no, they just hired me. Now I’m gonna need you to cooperate with me, its either that or the hard way, and im sure you dont want that right?” You smirk as you bring in your supplies. Ropes, a gag, a blind fold and a chair.

“What the hell? What are you doing. Leave me alone at once. Do you know who I am?” He spat. He felt his anger rise as he saw you place your little ‘equipment’ near his bed. He tried to scoot back away from you only for you to grab his foot and jerk him near you.

“I’m gonna give you another chance, you either sit in that chair willingly and let me tie you up, or, I pour dirt on you. Your choice.” You glared at him right back. You were trying to be nice, give him at least a chance but you saw why they told you they would pay good money to do this.

Your job is difficult to describe but what made them hire you was that your quirkless. It was the least they could do for him. Have a quirkless girl mess with him until he was a shivering and whiny mess.

Funny thing is, after your appointment with this gem you also have to go to a few different places. You’ll talk about that later. But for the time being, you had to figure out a way to get this man on the chair.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would. Be at least grateful that im quirkless. They could have sent someone with quirks.” You say hoping it was enough to get him to shut up.

“...fine.”

“Pefect!” You smile as he turned around and got up off the bed. You dragged him by his shirt and plopped him on the chair. His face never changing his glare. You roll your eyes as you quickly tie him up, making sure that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn’t be able to move a inch. He tried struggling but that only made you tighten the ropes.

“What the fuck is this for?” He snarled at you. Hate oozing from his pores. How dare you touch him with your hands? Do you have any idea how many bacteria you hand could have?!

His skin started to break out in hives. You saw from the corner of your eye. as you rolled your eyes. Jeez you knew he was a germophobe but holy shit man.

“Calm your tits Chisaki, i took to showers and washed my hand 3 times. I think your can manage.” You snap at him. Once your finished with tying him to the chair you grab you blindfold and pin it around his eyes. You snicker when you here him mumble curse words at you.

“I demand you take this off at once!” He said jerking his head trying to get it to fly off. His fingers were curled into a fist out of anger as he felt helpless. He couldn’t see where you are or what you were doing.

“Nah.” You giggle in his left ear before taking it between your teeth and giving it a nice tug. Your hands go up his back and over his shoulders and down his chest as you kept on tugging and nibbling on Chisaki’s ear.

Your fingers tapping on his chest as you moved your hands near the end of his shirt. You made extra sure your hands where cold so that you could see him shiver. You lift his shirt up before pushing your hands up, letting your cold fingers touch his nipples making him let out a gasp.

“Aw does pretty boy like that?” You laugh in his ear as you move your fingers to grab his nipples. Pinching and twisting him while you kiss his neck, giving it a few kisses and some harsh sucks.

“You better stop this instant!” He yelled at you before letting out a yelp once he felt you sink you teeth into his neck. He could feel you using your tongue licking away the blood that had surface. Your fingers finally left his nipples alone after tweaking them raw.

You moved your body so you were on your knees in front of his crouch. You were so lost in your thought on what to do next that you almost didn’t notice the way Chisaki was panting. Your lips curved into a smirk before running your hand up his thigh watching him tense up.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He screeched at you. You only ignored his ranting as you move your hand to be above his crotch slightly pushing down on his dick. He jumped at the pressure before struggling trying to get out of his cage.

You smirked wickedly before you started rubbing him in a fast pace. You held the outline of his dick and moved your hand up and down, giving it a few good squeezes here and there.

You finally grab the zipper of his pants and pull it down letting you get a good sight of his boxers and his semi hard cock. You move your face closer to it before putting your lips on the fabric that covered his dick and let out a few puffs of hot air. Which in return gave you the feeling of his cock twitch and throb. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to buck his hips up or not, nor did you care. It was therapeutic to see what use to be a powerful man, now reduced to nothing but getting teased and now getting his cock milked dry until hes a crying overstimulated mess.

Your fingers tug at the waist band of his boxers before sliding it down so Chisaki’s dick had popped out. The cold air hitting his dick making him shiver. He moved his head to try and look down at you but the blindfold made it impossible.

You grab his cock and took a good look at it. Tbh you figured it would be small cause you know the saying, big egos tiny dicks, well Chisaki didn’t fit that description. He had to be at least 7-8 inches. Damn and to think you were gonna tease him.

“Wow, never thought you of all people would have such a big package. And all for me? Your too kind.” You laugh at him as you saw his face go beet red. Your soft hands slowly grabbed his cock, your nails skimming the underside before bringing his cock head to your mouth.

You let out a few beginning licks before taking his whole cock head in your mouth, making him let out a squeak. You started sucking harshly and running your tongue over his slit while both your hands were working on jacking the rest of his cock off, and the other massaging his balls. You looked up at him and you felt a sense of pride was over you as you saw Chisaki huffing and moving his head back. Noticing his toes where curling and his knuckles turning white.

“You-you better s-stop, I-ahhh- You don’t know h-how many germs a-are in peoples mouths?” He was stuttering over his words as your harsh sucking was taking every rational thought out of his mind. It felt so good-no! He can’t just give up so easily! He needs to -FUCK!

While Chisaki was having his internal conversation, You finally enveloped his entire cock in your mouth, making him let out a loud groan. You moved your head fast while sucking him like your life depended on it. Your tongue wrapping around his cock while it disappears and reappears inside your mouth. Your fingers are massaging his balls causing him to twitch inside your mouth. He cries out in pleasure. This feeling is all foreign to him. He’s never had any sexual intimacy due to always on the job and seeing any sexual acts as disgusting.

You pull his dick out of your mouth making it let out a pop sound. If you weren’t listening closely to the sounds he was making you would have missed the little whimper that erupted from his throat.

You move your hand slowly at first, making your saliva and his precum as makeshift lube. his cock twitched in your hands, begging to have some more friction, which you gave you quickly gave.

You hand started pumping his cock furiously while laying your head on his thigh. You smirked as you watch the once feared Yakuza boss crumble under the feeling of your hand pumping his cock.

Chisaki flipped his head back and let out moans of ecstasy, His entire being shaking by the feeling of you pumping his cock so fast. He could feel the line in his belly about to snap as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Oh god he couldn’t get this feeling out of his head. It only worsened when he felt your lips sucking on his sensitive balls.

He couldn’t handle this intense pleasure anymore before the line in his belly snapped and his cock spurted out ropes of cum everywhere. He let out a whine while he was coming down from his high.

His whines and pants were music to your ears as you stopped your hand movements and licked his cum off his hand. Considering he ate healthy his cum was not sweet but not salty either so you could thank him for that. Its thick consistency made you struggle to swallow all of it but you managed.

“Now since we finished that, on to the man show!” Chisaki’s eyes widen before he heard a low humming noise. Right as he was about to say something a vibration was sent along his shaft before reaching the base. He let out a little moan before the blinding light of his prison cell was stinging his eyes.

“Aw look at you. All red face and panting, all because of little old me?” You giggle before you begun to take off your clothes. Your shirt and pants where the first thing to go before you grabbed Chisaki’s face and made him watch your take off your bra and panties, leaving you naked.

You walked towards him and moved your legs to where you were hovering over his cock as you straddled him. You moved your hips to where you were slightly stroking him but not giving him the friction he and you wanted. Chisaki’s mind was to occupied by the vibrating cock ring and your pussy to notice that he was in fact drooling. He was so sensitive since it was all new to him that when you actually put his cock inside you he came again.

“Aw so sensitive aren’t we?” You slowly begin to move up and down while grabbing your gag and placing it in Chisaki’s mouth making more drool appear. You roll your hips and bit your lip as the cock ring you put on Chisaki was also sending vibration to your clit making your shiver and moan to.

You started to move up and down quickly as you put your hands on his shoulder and dig your nails into it. Your mouth goes down to his neck and you started whispering dirty things into his ear.

“Look at you, who knew one of Japans s-ranked criminals would be losing their mind to pleasure by a quirkless girl.” You whisper in his ear while the only answer you got was a low groan along with a sight of a few tears streaking down Chisaki’s face.

“Its such a shame that such a pretty face like yours has to be hidden from the public eye. So strong and muscular Chisaki..or should I say Overhaul?” You smirk when you felt his cock twitch while you said it.

“Oh you like me calling you Overhaul? Why does it still give you a sense of power? Oh sweetie in here, I’m the one who has the power.” You laugh at him before speeding up your hips as you watched him throw his head back farther and more drool escaping his mouth. You laugh as you take out the gag and throw it to an unknown corner of the room. You grab his face before grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a good tug.

Fuck it Chisaki couldn’t care anymore. You were so warm and tight. It felt like you were squeezing the cum out of him. Once you started tugging on his bottom lip he couldn’t help but kiss back. Your lips were so soft. So kissable.

He was so close please just let him cum. He didn’t know how much longer he could last in your tight walls. His eyes were fluttering close as it was all to much for him to handle.

“I-I have to cum...please I can’t t-take it anymore.” When did he resort to begging? The Yakuza boss would never beg!

“Well since you’ve been such a good boy I think you deserve it just this once.” You giggle before speeding up as you bounced up and down his cock. His cock was hitting all the right spaces and the vibrating cock ring kept hitting your clit giving you sparks of pleasure.

Chisaki’s eyes blew wide before he let out a scream of complete euphoria. Tears streamed down his face as ropes of his cum painted your insides white. You gripped his shoulders in an iron grip while your cunt clamped down on his cock and came all over his cock. You both were taking a breather before you decided to move your hips again making Chisaki whimper. He was even more sensitive then before. He couldn’t handle another round!

“I-I can’t do another round. My cock is so sensitive please you’ve won! you won!” Chisaki cried out as you bounced on his cock even faster than before. You leaned your head into his neck, giving it little kisses and praising him for being so cooperative.

“Oh my sweet Overhaul, this game is no where near over.” You laughed in his ear while bouncing on his overstimulated dick. His eyes were puffy and red from tears and drool dripped down his chin.

He hid his face inside your shoulder so you wouldn’t see how badly you were affecting him. His moans were muffled by your shoulder and your shoulder became wet with his tears and drool.

“Now tell me Overhaul, who does this cock belong to hmm? Who does this body belong to? Say the right answer and I’ll stop.” You laugh at him. It gave you some sort of twisted arousal to see this once powerful man tell you that he belongs to you. You enjoyed watching over him and seeing how far you could push him to the limit. You could tell he was trying to speak but he was still holding onto once sense of pride.

“Well if your not going to answer i have no where to be until 5pm and considering its only 11am, I say I have all the time in the world to hear you say you belong to me. And only me.” And you swore the look in his golden eyes was gonna be something you would never forget.

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firstofficerwiggles · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Adventures in Space Babysitting

Link to Chpt. 1, Chpt. 3

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild swearing, sexual arousal, references to sexual relationships, canonical violence

Word Count:~5600

Summary: Caretaker reader is settling into her job and she realizes she has a crush on Mando. Some fluff, action, and little angst in this chapter.

Author’s Note: Welcome to Chpt. 2! I haven’t really written anything with angst before so I hope you think that part went okay. Thanks for reading!

The little green body launches itself up onto your bed yet again waking you in the early hours of the morning. The child snuggles up close to your chest and you can’t help but rub his little back with soothing motions. You have tried to get the child on a routine these past few weeks, and this seems to be the one pattern he’s most pleased to follow every day. The first time he showed up in your bed you thought Mando had placed him there as a subtle hint that it was your turn to be on child duty. However, when you heard Mando frantically looking for the toddler that first morning, you knew the little one had managed to sneak his way over to you all on his own. Neither you nor Mando know much about the child’s life before Mando rescued him, but it seems to you that it must have been difficult, because he appears to be starved for affection and he seeks it out every chance he gets. You’ve always been a cuddler yourself though so you are happy to oblige him and honestly although it means you don’t get to sleep as much as you used to, you love your early morning snuggles with him. Besides, it helps keep your mind off how much you’d like to snuggle Mando.

This silly crush on Mando has hit you out of nowhere and you feel like a complete fool for even acknowledging it. You suppose it can’t be helped to a certain extent, as he has to be hands down the nicest man in the entire galaxy, implausible as it may seem. He’s a gun-for-hire, rough and tough bounty hunter, covered in armor and weapons, and yet he has been nothing but thoughtful and respectful towards you. When you first spoke to him about establishing a better schedule for the child and working on some developmental milestones, he listened carefully and encouraged you to do what you felt was best. Other men you’ve known in the past would have questioned your recommendations or only half-listened to you dismissively. But Mando asked thoughtful questions that showed you he valued your opinions and then he was sure to comment on how well things were going after you began implementing the changes. You couldn’t remember the last time an employer gave you a compliment on your work, and it was just nice.

Then there was the first time he brought back a bounty to the ship. He’d been gone for about two days and when he returned, he was dragging a large alien man behind him. While you tried not to be overly curious, you couldn’t help but watch him as he manhandled the guy into the carbonite freezer. You were impressed with his strength, but it also made you feel a little bit wary as he next strode over towards you and the child. Your cautiousness melted away quickly though as Mando placed a bag of berries on the crate sitting next to you, mentioning that he noticed how much you seemed to enjoy them and thought you’d like to have some more. The thought of him noticing such a detail and then taking the time to stop and buy the berries for you made you want to swoon. You told yourself you were being ridiculous and that it was clearly just an overreaction to someone finally being nice to you.

The child is starting to get squirmy and you know that means he’ll be looking for breakfast soon. You listen carefully for Mando and realize that he must either be still asleep or up in the cockpit. Either way, you doubt he’s eaten any breakfast yet as he seems to prefer your cooking over his own. You toss back your covers and get yourself ready for the day. You decide to make eggs this morning, the little one’s favorite food that isn’t sugar-based. You are just finishing cutting up some fruit to go with the eggs, when you hear Mando’s boots behind you.

“MMM, smells good.” He says sounding still a bit sleepy. “I’m starving.”

You turn around with a plate all ready for him and a cup of caf, telling him “Lucky for you, I knew you would be.”

“Thank you, I don’t know how I survived without you,” Mando replies. Your heart sings at his words and you quickly turn back to the food so he can’t see the goofy smile breaking out on your face.

“Mostly on ration bars it seems.” You noticed he had quite the stash of them when you were first on board. Fortunately, you’ve convinced him to try to get a greater variety of food whenever possible.

“Well, my taste buds thank you too.” He carries his breakfast into his bunk where he can eat in privacy. At first, you felt sad for him always having to eat by himself, but you realize he must be so used to it that it probably doesn’t bother him. Nonetheless, it hasn’t stopped you from thinking up ideas for a shared meal sometime in the future, maybe when he knows you better and his trust in you is stronger.

After breakfast, you’re getting the child ready for a day out on the town. Mando is dropping off several bounties today which means you’ll be able to stretch your legs off the ship and visit the market in Batuu. As the ship lands, Mando is already back in the hull quickly reviewing all of the safety protocols for leaving the ship. He does this each time and at first it was rather annoying, it’s not like you’re an idiot, but then you realized he does it because he simply cares that much about the child’s and your wellbeing. While his protectiveness towards the child is completely logical, you still can’t get over how much it extends to you too. You’ve been responsible for yourself for so long; it never occurred to you that another adult would care so much about protecting you.

“Before I forget, I found a holster for you.” Mando is holding out a leather belt for you. “You shouldn’t keep the blaster in a bag; you can’t get to it fast enough.”

“Oh, thank you.” You say politely, although you’re hoping that just once he’ll fail to remind you to take the blaster along. You know he said you have to take it with you every time you leave the ship, but you still feel uncomfortable carrying it around. At least when you could shove it into your bag, you could pretend you didn’t have it, but now, it’ll be right there on your hip, much harder to ignore. Your fingers fumble with buckling the holster; knowing that he’s watching you intently makes you nervous. Mando steps closer to help you, softly brushing your hands away. Maker, he’s so close to you and each time his hands brush against your waist as he secures the holster you need to remind yourself to breathe.

“There you go.” Mando finishes but lets his hand linger for a moment on your hip. You feel his thumb brush back and forth just a bit before he sharply pulls away as if realizing what he was doing. You slip the blaster into the new holster, and he gives you a nod, “Looks good.”

You feel your face heat up as you realize he’s staring at your hips and you distract yourself by making sure the child is ready to go, “Ready to explore?” you ask him, and you hear a happy coo in response from the pram.

You follow Mando down the ramp of the ship, glad to be out in the fresh air and sunshine. Shopping for supplies never seemed like anything interesting in the past, but now that you get to visit different markets on new worlds you’ve never seen before, each little shopping trip feels like a new experience. The colorful stalls filled with all types of wares beckon you to explore and discover some exotic fruit or an old book that you might never see anywhere else.

Oh, speaking of books, “I thought I might try to find a few children’s books for the child, if that’s ok?” you ask Mando.

“Are you trying to teach him to read? Is he ready for that?” Mando sounds curious, but not skeptical in any way.

“No, not yet, but I know he likes hearing stories,” you explain, “and I’m not sure how much more I can keep inventing ones to tell him.”

“Have you just been making those stories up yourself?” He nods in approval, seemingly impressed. “You have a good imagination.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” You’re caught off guard there for a moment, as you hadn’t realized he’d paid much attention to the stories you tell the little one.

“Yeah, I liked the one you told him about the magic frog. It was funny.” He surprises you again. Not only was he listening, he remembers the silly story you made up, and he liked it.

“Thanks,” you say again, stunned by his comment, but it’s his next suggestion that totally floors you.

“You should write them down, make your own book.”

“Make my own book?” The idea would never have occurred to you.

“Why not? Maybe you can even get the kid to draw pictures for it. You can get him some coloring pencils too.” Mando turns and hands you some extra credits. “I need to take care of some business, now, but you two will be safe here. Meet me by the fountain in 30 minutes. Do not be late.” He punctuates that last statement with a point of his index finger and then turns to go.

You watch him head towards a cantina and then just stare down at the credits in your palm. How is he so nice but then also kind of scary? And why does it make you ‘feel’ things? You shake your head at your own silliness and then look down at the little guy and say, “Well, let’s go find you something to color with.”

Perusing the stalls, you find plenty of items to fill up your bags and empty your wallet. You discover a great notebook with plenty of space for writing and pictures. The more you think of the idea of creating your own little book with the child, the more excited you get. You find a few children’s books too, so that you can be sure to keep the little one entertained when he’s tired of drawing. Cognizant of the time, you start to head to the fountain in the center of the market, Mando’s designated meeting spot, when you smell a delectable aroma. The baby smells it too and immediately begins whining and reaching out his little hands. You head to the source of the scent to see several types of kebabs at a nearby stand. You still have some credits and are preparing to order but the little one is too impatient and before you know it, two kebabs are floating to the pram.

“Hey! You have to pay for those!” The man behind the stand yells at you.

“I was; I mean I am,” you quickly tell him, “I’m sorry, he’s just so sneaky and fast sometimes.” You offer him a smile, hoping to smooth things over. What’s more, you pray the man thinks the child just grabbed the food and that he didn’t notice anything magical about it. “How much are they?”

The man looks you over for a moment and then his demeanor changes, “Well, for you, mama, I’m sure we can work out a little deal.” He leers at you.

“That’s ok,” you say uncomfortable at the look in his eye, and you let your smile drop from your face, “I’ll just pay the regular price.”

“Ah, c’mon, there’s nothing like a little discount among friends.” He steps out from behind his stall to stand right in front of you. He reaches out and brushes a hand down your arm, “You’d like to be my friend, wouldn’t you?”

You take a step back and say, “I’d just like to pay you for the food.”

“We can call it even, if you give me a little kiss.” This gross creep moves closer to you again, this time leaning down.

“I have credits.” You tell him, attempting to sound firm while you start to step back again, but he anticipates your move and reaches out to grab your wrist pulling you up against his body. You push on his chest, trying to pull away when you hear the sound of a blaster priming and then a raspy modulated voice says, “Let her go.”

The man drops your arm instantly and you can finally back away from him. You’re very grateful to see Mando with his weapon pointed directly at the man’s head. The man holds his hands up, “We were just having a friendly little chat.”

“Didn’t look friendly to me.” Mando deadpans, but he holsters his blaster now that it’s clear you’re safe. He comes over to you, placing a hand on the small of your back and turns you to walk away with him.

“Hey! She still needs to pay me for the food,” the man protests.

“What did he want for the food?” Mando asks you.

“A kiss,” you reply sardonically.

Mando shrugs, then turns back to the stall, approaches the man quickly and then just head-butts him hard with his helmet. The creep lets out a loud yell of pain and collapses to the ground.

“There you go, a kiss from a Mandalorian.” Mando drawls, before turning and striding back over to you.

Oh damn! That was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and you feel your body flood with desire. Ok, so maybe that was a blatant show of male posturing, and as an educated, modern woman, you probably shouldn’t be so aroused right now. But some primeval part of your brain has taken over, and the only thought you have is how great a protector Mando is and how much you want him to protect you. You can’t even say anything to him right now because you’re just replaying the moment over in your head. It isn’t until you realize that Mando is saying your name, repeating it, that you finally snap back to reality and remember to thank him.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Mando is saying, “Are you ok?” He asks you slowly to make sure you’ve understood him. It’s possible he’s already asked you that but you were too swept up in your cavewoman thoughts.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m fine,” you reassure him, “That creep just made me uncomfortable, but he didn’t hurt me. But, thank you again.”

“You’re sure?” Mando asks, a bit doubtful. What are you supposed to tell him? That your dazed look is because you’re turned on by him right now. Super inappropriate, having a major crush on your boss! You take a deep breath and remind yourself yet again that Mando is your employer.

“Really, I’m fine, thank you.” You’re pleased that you managed to get that out in a normal sounding voice. Mando considers you for a moment.

“Why didn’t you pull your blaster on him?” He wants to know.

“I don’t know,” you tell him truthfully, “I guess I’m just not used to reacting that way.”

“Hmm, we’ll need to work on that.” He seems satisfied at that and starts walking back towards the Crest. You force your feet to follow him, telling yourself to pull it together.

“Is that really considered a kiss from a Mandalorian?” You can’t help your stupid mouth from blurting out your question.

He laughs, surprising you because it’s the first time you’ve heard it. “Technically, yes, we call it a Keldabe Kiss.” He chuckles again and then says, “But there is a much softer version too between lovers.”

Ok, you almost become a puddle hearing him say the word ‘lovers’, and thankfully he’s still amused by your question that he doesn’t seem to notice your mouth dropping open and your feet stumbling a little. Instead, all he says is “Let’s get back to the ship, kid’s got the right idea, I could use something to eat.”

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Later, Mando powers up the engines and you figure you’re off to the next planet, but instead he keeps the ship in the atmosphere, taking you away from the town. He lands in a clearing near a forest, and says, “This will be a good spot to practice.”

“Practice?” You’re confused.

“Yeah, I told you we’re going to work on your reaction to threats.” He says this in a matter-of-fact voice, “Plus, I know you said you could shoot, but I want to see how you handle that blaster.”

Sighing internally, you put the holster back on and collect the blaster from the weapons locker before following him down the ramp. The baby toddles down the ramp too, curious to see what’s happening.

“Alright, Miss Top-Marks-in-Shooting, let’s see you hit that tree.” Mando’s tone is rather chipper as he points out a large tree directly across from where you’re both standing. It’s a very easy target; he must think you exaggerated your skills.

You draw the weapon smoothly and shoot, just as you were trained to do, hitting the tree with ease. You fire four shoots in a small cluster pattern, to show that you are capable of accuracy.

Mando nods his head once, “Ok, now hit those five trees in rapid succession.” He points to a line of smaller trees further away to your left. You turn and successfully hit all five in what you consider to be a decent pace.

“Not bad, but see if you can go faster.” He instructs you. You try again, hopefully quicker this time. He nods when you look back at him and then points out a new target. You both keep repeating this pattern and he offers some critiques as you shoot, but generally, he seems satisfied.

“You did well,” Mando tells you after a bit, “You ever hit a moving target?”

“Uh, no.” You look at him cautiously, wondering what he has in mind. Your eyes must show how anxious that makes you, because he says, “We’ll work on that another time.”

You can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. You figure practice time must be over for now, but then he says, “Let’s work on that reaction time for when someone is in your face. Just let me tell the kid first.”

Mando walks over to the little one who has been sitting on the ramp watching you shoot. “Ok, kiddo, this is just pretend. You understand? No one will get hurt, so no powers, ok?” The baby coos up at him and Mando nods.

“Gotta make sure he doesn’t try to fling one of us into a tree.” He says to your bemused expression. Mando returns to face you and steps close until he’s practically touching you. Your heartrate immediately picks up and your body starts to feel hot.

“I want you to draw your weapon on me, but do not shoot me,” he says definitively.

“What? No, I can’t do that, Mando,” you tell him in protest.

He reaches out lightning fast, grabs your wrist, and hauls you up against him in a similar manner to the jerk in the marketplace. Your positioning might be the same, yet this time you don’t feel creeped out, no, instead you like it, your traitorous body even pushes you a little closer to him.

“Draw your weapon on me. I’m a threat to you.” Mando tells you in a gravelly voice. Stars above! You have to bite your lip hard to keep from moaning. What is wrong with me? You realize he’s not going to let you go until you draw the blaster and so you finally comply with his order.

Mando releases you with small chuckle, as he says, “Ok, let’s try that again only not in slow motion.”

“Wait, wait, I’m not ready.” You’re panting like you just ran a race.

“That’s the whole point,” he replies, “Threats don’t just wait until you’re ready to shoot them.” You could swear he’s smirking at you under that helmet.

“No, I mean, give me a second to imagine I’m being threatened,” you are trying to buy yourself time before he decides to touch you again. “I need to visualize it.”

“Are you saying I’m not threatening enough?” Mando sounds skeptical and maybe a little insulted.

“No, I mean, of course, you are, you’re very threatening and wanted men everywhere should fear you, but I don’t fear you because I know you’ll never hurt me,” you explain to him in attempt to cover up the fact that you’re so damn attracted to him right now.

“You’re right; I would never do anything to hurt you.” He nods in agreement. “But wanted men everywhere should fear me, huh?” He sounds amused by that.

“Yes, yes, you’re very scary.” You tell him, rolling your eyes slightly.

“Ok, so pretend I’m someone you do fear.” He advances toward you. This time you think of Lieutenant Sauckel, an odious man from Imperial Intelligence that you despised. When Mando grabs you again, you imagine Sauckel’s black eyes and yellow teeth and draw your blaster as Mando pulls you to his chest.

“That was better, but still too slow.” He makes you try over and over, and each time you picture another terrible Imperial officer, Commander Brack, Major Frick, Junior Lieutenant Hess, and then finally Ensign Kerrick Hoven, the man who broke your heart and betrayed you. Imagining Kerrick’s smug face appears to do the trick, because it’s the fastest you’ve drawn the blaster yet, and you manage to wrench your arm away from Mando for the first time.

“Good!” Mando praises you enthusiastically, “That was really good.”

“Thanks.” You’re pleased to hear his words of encouragement, but your voice doesn’t show it. Picturing Kerrick again is enough to send you into darker emotions and you feel anger and sadness swirl in your stomach. Your face must give away your unhappy thoughts, because Mando suggests you stop for the day.

You stow your blaster in the holster and then head over to the child who’s been thoroughly entertained watching you both pretend fight. You reach down to pick him up and hold him close to your chest in a hug. There’s just something about his sweet little presence that makes you feel better. You’re smiling again when you pull away and head back into the ship. Mando follows you up the ramp and he’s quiet but you can feel him watching you as you stow the blaster in the weapons locker and remove the holster from your waist.

“Everything alright?” He asks you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I-, Thank you for taking the time to work with me on that. To practice, I mean. I know you’re very busy.” It really does mean a lot to you that he took time out of his schedule for you and you feel your heart swell as you think about his protective nature.

“You’re welcome,” he says, his voice a little softer, “Your safety is important to me. Plus, you need to be able to help keep the child safe too.”

“Yes, of course,” you nod in agreement.

“It’s helpful that you’re a good shot.” He praises you again, and this time you smile at his words.

“Thank you,” you reply sincerely. While you haven’t seen him shoot, you know he’s clearly an expert and it really does mean a lot to hear him praise your skill.

You turn back to the child, “I think it’s playtime now, what do you say, buddy?” He chirps in agreement and you head over to his small stash of toys and place him on the floor so he can start pulling out his favorites. Before you clamber down to join him, you feel Mando’s hand cup your arm just above the elbow. You turn back towards him with an inquisitive look. He just seems to stare at you for a moment, still holding your arm before telling you, “I’ll going to get us on our way to the next planet.”

“Ok, we’ll be alright down here. I’ll bring you up some dinner later.” You give him another smile and a quick nod.

“Good,” is all that he says and then he gives your arm a little squeeze before heading to the cockpit and you can’t help but feel a little fluttering in your stomach at that touch.

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The rest of your afternoon passes swiftly as you and the child take his plushies on a heroic quest across the metal wonderland (the hull) to the black cliffs of mystery (a stack of crates) where you must find the golden treasure (a box of cookies). It’s a much more enjoyable game of pretend seeing as you’re not imagining Imps threatening you. It puts you in a cheerful mood and you’re still grinning to yourself when you bring Mando his dinner tray. You feel a pang of regret for him that he’s missed out on the fun afternoon with you and the child and it’s compounded by the thought of him eating his dinner alone too.

“Mando?”

“Yeah?”

You want to ask if there’s any way you could keep him company while he eats, promising to face away from him the entire time, but it feels too pushy to ask him for that. Besides, you’re probably just projecting your own feelings onto him. He’s likely much more comfortable knowing that you and the child are safely shut away from him downstairs and there’s no way he can break his creed while he eats. So, you just tell him, “I hope you enjoy your food.”

When you head back downstairs, you’re mentally kicking yourself for getting too attached. Your job is to take care of the child and make sure his needs are met. It’s nice of you to take care of Mando a little too, but he doesn’t need you to keep him company or worry about him being lonely. I’m being pathetic. You turn your attention back to your little green charge and decide it’s time to give him a bath and get him ready for bed. Still though as much as you try, you can’t stop your thoughts from wondering back to Mando. It’s hard to forget what it felt like pulled up against his chest while you were practicing your self-defense. And you may have replayed the whole head-butt scene in your head a dozen times. Stars! Am I really so desperate that I’m falling for the first man who’s nice to me? You try again to push images of Mando out of your head and focus on the baby. It works until he’s sound asleep in his little hammock and you don’t have a distraction any more. Maybe you can just grab your holopad and read up in the cockpit. That way you can satisfy your need to be close to Mando but also keep from bothering him. You make your way up the ladder, making sure it’s ok to enter the cockpit in case he still has the helmet off, before flopping down in the passenger seat on Mando’s right. You sit there and fiddle with the holopad trying to find a story that will entice you enough to keep your eyes on it, instead of tossing glances at the armored man sitting next to you. Turns out it doesn’t matter though because Mando feels like chatting.

“Kid get to sleep ok?” he asks you.

“Yes, he was pretty sleepy after his bath,” you reply.

“Probably tired after that epic adventure you went on too,” he huffs out a laugh, “I heard you doing all the voices for the toys.”

“Oh, yeah,” you’re a little embarrassed by that as you know you can be pretty goofy when you’re pretending with the child, “He really seems to like it though.”

“Sure he does, I could hear him giggling too.” Mando confirms for you. “I’m glad he’s having this time to be a child. I don’t know much about his past, but I don’t think he’s had a lot of fun in his life.”

“Well, I’ll try to make sure he does something fun every day.” You already love the little one so much, anything you can do to make him happy brings you joy too.

“Who were you picturing when we were practicing your reaction time?” Mando changes the subject abruptly.

You take a moment to process his question, and then tell him, “Just some Imperial officers from my past.” You shrug, “I figured that would be good motivation to draw a blaster.”

He seems to consider you for a moment, and then asks, “What about the last time? Who was that?”

“Oh,” you try to let out a little laugh to ease the discomfort welling up in you, “That was the man who broke my heart.”

“An Imperial officer?” Mando sounds surprised at that.

“He wasn’t an Imperial officer when I first knew him. He was in the graduating class before mine. We dated when we were in school together and we stayed in contact after he graduated. He’s the one who convinced me to do the exams for the ‘research group’.” You make quotation marks with your hands when you say those last two words.

“He mislead you?” Mando asks.

“No, he didn’t know what it really was then either. He had only just heard about it and was trying to get a job there and convinced me that it would be great for the two of us to work together.” You pause there not sure if you really want to keep telling Mando this story.

He’s curious though, as he asks, “What happened when you both found out you were working for Imp Intelligence?”

“We were both shocked and we turned to each other for comfort. It was intense, because I still had old feelings for him, and at the time, I believed he was the only one who understood how I had been deceived because he was right there with me. For a while, it felt tragically romantic, like we were two people clinging to each other in the midst of a terrible situation.”

“So, how did he break your heart?” Mando questions softly.

“I didn’t realize how one-sided our love affair had become. I thought he shared my horror for the Empire and their actions, but little did I know, he was buying into the Empire’s message more each day. As I was trying to disrupt the intelligence, Kerrick was weaseling his way closer to the officers, trying to spend time with them or impress them with his work. They awarded him the rank of Ensign when he turned me in for sabotage.” You can’t help the tear that manages to sneak out and slide down your cheek. You look out to the stars as they swirl by you in hyperspace.

“What was his name? His full name?” Mando asks.

“Kerrick Hoven, why?”

He ignores the question and asks, “Is he still alive?”

“As far as I know, yes.” You’re not sure why that matters to him.

Mando just makes a little hmm noise and then says, “No wonder you drew your blaster so quickly.”

“Well, that’s my sad story of heartbreak. How about you, Mando? You have a heartbreak story of your own?” Now that you’ve bared your sad past to him, you’re curious to hear about his.

“No.” Is all that he says.

“No? Nothing?” You push back a little; he must have something to share.

“Not really. Never get too attached or involved with a woman.” He punctuates this with a shrug.

“What about when you were a bit younger? No love affairs?” You can’t stop yourself from being curious about his romantic past; you just want to know a little something about it.

“I’ve had lovers, but nothing long-term or serious.” he states, “Relationships don’t really go with being a bounty hunter.” He sounds rather blasé about his love life or lack of one, as if he doesn’t spend any time thinking about it at all.

You feel your heart drop at that and all of your fantasies about the two of you being together someday seem exceedingly ridiculous right now. Of course he isn’t a man who gets into relationships, and if you became his lover, it would probably be a short-lived fling that would burn itself out once the novelty of new passion was gone. You feel foolish and tired. The fun of hearing about Mando’s love life has dissipated completely for you. So you change the topic and ask, “Where are we headed to next?”

“Bespin” Mando says. “It’s a mining planet with a city high up in the clouds in the upper atmosphere.”

You listen politely as he tells you some other facts about the planet. It sounds interesting enough, but you’re not really paying that close attention as you’re still somewhat wrapped up in your emotional reaction to his dismissal of relationships. You take a deep breath to center your thoughts and then focus in on his words, telling yourself that this is for the best, that you need to let your stupid crush die and just do your job. If you can’t do that, you’ll just set yourself up for another heartbreak, and what will that get you?

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ramblinganthropologist · 3 years

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MER Week Day 3 - Missed Opportunities

Summary: Nothing like dark biotic lunch to let you reflect on how shitty your love life is. Alistair’s got plenty to reflect on as he broods away with his jar of sour sugar - correction, homemade pixie sticks. Unfortunately for him, he’s about to add another one to his lack-of-body count. Man just can’t catch a break...

(Setting: Pre ME1)

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02:00 Space time. It was the perfect time for stuffing your face with much needed carbs to keep the biotic system functioning.

“Don’t even think of turning that light on, my eyes are killing me.”

Alistair’s hand moved away from the switch and back to his favorite form of shoving carbs into his system – a mix of sugar, citric acid, and green food coloring that made up his version of pixie sticks. It was all the flavor, without having to deal with the stupid paper wrapper that got everywhere. Next to him, his sister was punching the buttons on the microwave. Inside, the family sized bag of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets was waiting to get spun around and nuked to edible temperatures.

“I wasn’t going to; my head hurts too.” He massaged the back of his neck, fingers brushing against his still-warm amp. He had used it a bit too much the day before, but at least it had cooled some. Hours earlier, it had been burning hot. Maybe the headache was the result of that, or maybe it was the ship’s pressurization. Either way, no lights were fine by him.

Besides, lights might have made someone else on the Normandy realize they were there. The last thing he needed was to talk to someone other than Bo right then.

“Good. If I have to deal with Jenkins asking me to test my biotics on him again, I’m going to scream. He should just go bother Alenko for that…” Bo trailed off, one red eye meeting him across the kitchen. “Unless you’re interested in giving it a shot.”

The thought caused him to snort as he dug in the drawer for a suitable spoon. Most people liked tablespoons, but they usually had bigger mouths than him. It would take a little longer, but a teaspoon fit his smaller hands perfectly. Maybe someone in the crew would joke about that, but they were smart enough not to do it to his face. What they did behind his back, he didn’t care. He didn’t have to hear it, and that was good enough for him.

“Already tried that, actually. He doesn’t like how I do it.” A spoonful of sugar soon found its way into his mouth and the sour taste did wonders for his headache. “You should’ve heard him complain when I didn’t toss him full force. I swear, Jenkins has a death wish or something.”

Bo snorted as she watched her nuggets go for a ride in the radiation machine. “He’d get it with me, there are no safety stops on the murder machine. Maybe it’s for the best if he gets his ride from Alenko. After he breaks something, he can go to you or Chakwas to get it fixed. Maybe you should just standby, it’ll give you plenty of chances to talk to him.”

The thought made Alistair cringe as he looked down at his jar of sugar. “Yeah… about that… maybe it’s for the best if I don’t go around Kaidan for a while.”

Memories from the prior week still played in his mind whenever he got the chance to close his eyes – it was like the universe wanted to remind him how stupid it had been. He could still see the look on his fellow biotic’s face and see the change in his eyes. It had just been a simple request – to hang out on their next shore leave, maybe grab dinner.

The dinner idea had made the man ask if he was asking him out. Naturally, Alistair was shit at lying, so he’d had to come out with the truth. Yes, it had been a soft way of asking Kaidan out on a date. And… well, it hadn’t ended well. Kaidan had been nice about it, and he appreciated that, but in the end, it was a politely given no. The offer was still up to hang out as friends, but… honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could do it right then. Just looking at the man made him embarrassed now, even if he respected that no.

He should’ve been used to being turned down, but it still hurt a little. He’d probably be over it in a few weeks, maybe less if they got busy with the next location they were heading towards. Alistair just had to hang in until then.

“Oh, so I don’t have to be nice to him anymore. Great. He’s been annoying the hell out of me.” The microwave dinged and the sound of plastic tearing signified the beginning of the carnage of all breaded dinosaur kind. “Fuck him.”

Alistair chuckled softly as he went for another mouthful of sugar. “He has a right to say no, Bo.”

“And I have the right to judge his shitty taste.” A tyrannosaurus lost its head to Bo’s incisors as she took her bag to the table. At least she was sitting down this time. Since she was, he joined her with his jar of what was basically sour sugar, spoon still in hand.

Well, he couldn’t talk her out of that. He knew better. Hopefully, it would be a quick couple of weeks.

For a few moments, they ate in silence. With every spoonful of sugar, Alistair felt his headache ache a little less. It was probably just a placebo effect to bootleg pixie sticks, but he was going to take anything he could get right then. Another spoonful it was – at least his CGM would be happy for once.

Thanks to that, he could hear the sounds of the Normandy around him. They were still settling into the new ship, so he was getting used to all the noises it made. Right now, they were shooting through FTL, so the engines hummed along as they kept everything steady. It was a low rhythm he found himself sinking into as he took another spoon of his snack. He might not have been on the ship for long, but he got the feeling he’d like it.

How could he not? The Normandy was kind of sexy…

“I can hear you sexualizing the ship from here, Al.”

Bo snickered as he turned away, cheeks growing warm in the dark. Instead of saying anything, he just took another mouthful of sugar. That was a point lost to him in the endless game they played. He was behind, and probably always would be. She was just too good at getting to him. Really, she was the best example of a little sister anyone could think of. It was honestly scary sometimes.

You think being a former younger sister he’d have the same power, but apparently not. Fuck that.

“You and your ship fetish. Better get in line, I think Joker’s in first place.” The next victim was a triceratops, missing its tail due to the company’s processing blades. Oh well, it was missing other things soon enough. “Well, either him or that weird turian who’s been skulking around. What’s his name again? He’s been all over the lower decks lately, I think it’s pissing engineering off.”

Nilhus. Nilhus Kryik.

Just thinking about him made Alistair’s face feel hot. He sought comfort in his sugar, trying not to think too hard about the man. They hadn’t really talked much, but from what he saw… well, would it be too much to say he liked what he was seeing?

Probably… shit. He was no good at this crush thing.

“I think he’s just… checking things out. I don’t know, it’s weird having a Spectre onboard. I’m not even sure where he’s sleeping…” He licked his spoon thoughtfully. “I mean, the Normandy was also designed by turians, so there has to be a spot somewhere comfortable for them. I would need to check the specs…”

Bo was giving him that look again as she dug for more dinosaurs. “Trying to find a good makeout spot, huh? You’re not subtle, Al.”

No… no he wasn’t. And that’s what got him in trouble.

What also got him in trouble was sitting in the dark apparently. All too suddenly, the lights flicked on, temporarily blinding him as pain rushed to the front of his head. Alistair hissed and dropped his spoon, hearing it clatter to the floor below. Next to him, he could hear Bo doing the same thing, only she didn’t drop her nuggets. Only a direct enemy attack could cause that to happen.

“Damn it, turn the fucking light off!”

“I didn’t know anyone was in here.” The light flicked off, returning them to darkness. “I thought humans ate with the lights on.”

The smooth, translated voice made Alistair sit up a little straighter. A dull panic wormed its way into his stomach as he managed to open his eyes and look over his shoulder. There was a turian standing in the entrance to the kitchen, talons still on the light switch.

Wasn’t it just his luck that Nihlus was a night person?

“Dark biotic lunch runs by different rules.” Bo’s tone was just asking for a fight as she reached down to grab his spoon. “Doubt there’s anything in here you can eat anyway.”

Nilhus moved towards the fridge, the very picture of a man on a mission. “I stored some energy rations in here when I arrived on ship.”

He met Alistair’s gaze, then those eyes moved towards the jar on the table. “Is… that a jar of sugar?”

Well… if you wanted to get technical…

Alistair got up from the table in order to wash his spoon, avoiding Nihlus’ gaze. “It’s my recipe for pixie sticks… there’s not enough in the little tubes for me and it saves on packaging.”

“Pixie… sticks.”

Yep, that was a tone that told him to forget any sort of crush he’d had on the man – he was officially in the fucking weird category for life. All he could hope for was that it didn’t affect their working relationship, whatever the turian was doing on their ship.

What was he doing there anyway? Nobody was exactly clear about that…

“I’d say don’t knock it until you try it, but I don’t think there’s a dextro safe version.” Clean spoon in hand, Alistair returned to the table. “Er… enjoy your energy rations? Don’t exactly think that’s possible though…”

His voice trailed off as Nihlus left with his snack without another word. As soon as he was gone, his forehead found the table with a light thump. That was not going to do wonders for his headache to say the least, but he didn’t care then.

Strike three, you’re out.

“Don’t sweat it, you’re too good for him. What kind of asshole looks down his… shit, he doesn’t have a nose does he…” Bo was lost in thought for a moment as she munched on her nuggets. “Anyway, fuck him.”

Well, he wasn’t going to be doing that…

“The correct term would probably be face plates, but it doesn’t sound as good.”

“Damn aliens and their lack of anatomy we can use for insults.” His sister nudged his jar closer. “Best way to get over a shitty crush is food, so you might as well eat up.”

That it was. Alistair sighed as he sat up, taking advantage of his clean spoon in order to get another mouthful. At this rate, he was just going to be single until he died. Maybe that was for the best – it helped keep him focused on missions.

But damn, did the universe have to keep teasing him with hot guys he had no chance with?

Oh well, at least he had his jar of homemade pixie stick formula for those long nights when he was up brooding over his lack of a love life. At least that would never let him down. So, another mouthful it was, there in the dark of the kitchen with his sister.

On the bright side, at least Eden Prime should be a nice place to go… it sounded decent enough. Maybe it would take his mind off things.

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shimeiro · 3 years

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1- Jean Jacket (Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

- Part 1 - Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

┃Next Part┃- ┃Masterlist┃

( a / n : I don't know if it's my love for clothes in vintage thrift stores that made me create this story or just my love for that asshole Maxwell but ... Yeah, we'll all see how it goes I guess? (Alistair does not exist in this story so no Father Max sorryyyy) )

Warnings : None ?

Words : 2275

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Your life was rather quiet and pleasant, you like your job as a saleswoman in a big and quite famous second-hand store in the neighborhood, the vintage clothes are in good condition and the stock is renewed every day so new pieces from the 60's to the 90's make their appearance on the shelves and the hangers of the store full of clothes, Shoes, accessories... Your status as a saleswoman gives you the right to be one step ahead of the store's regulars to choose clothes you like for half the price and that alone makes your job so nice. Just yesterday you managed to find a real denim jacket from the 80's, and as everyone in this store knows: each piece is unique and when you manage to find something you like it becomes a bit of a treasure just for you because no one will find exactly the same thing in the whole store.

Today you decided to come to work with your new jacket, it's a little big for you but the oversize side is very fashionable at the moment, your work doesn't require a proper outfit and the boss himself wears very extravagant and colorful outfits, this man is adorable and full of life which makes the atmosphere at work great. So, your outfit of the day consisting of a black strapless crop top in fabric that holds your breasts does not leave much to the imagination because you are not wearing a bra underneath - necessarily a bustier. - but more and more women do not wear a bra and you're lucky that you don't have boobs that don't necessarily require a bra so you take advantage.

But for some people it seems vulgar even though it's summer and the sun is scorching outside and yes women can wear crop tops and no bra, but with your jacket and your high waist jeans that hide your belly button make the outfit modern and vintage at the same time with your wedge ankle boots found a month ago at the bottom of a cardboard box in the store's reserve. But if this is really neccesary you can close your jacket if you feel that some men will become too... agressive in front of a bar when you come home tonight. Women life...

You feel especially pretty today thanks to your new jacket, the new clothes have the power to make you happy the first time you wear them so you walk confidently towards work while the soft air of the sunny summer morning makes a few strands of your hair twirl to the rhythm of your steps while the music in your headphones makes the street atmosphere you taking every day almost magical.

A strange feeling has been gripping your heart since you left home, it feels like some kind of strange nostalgia and you can't really understand why you suddenly feel this way for no apparent reason, maybe it's because when you left home and put your hand in the pocket of your new jacket you found a small piece of paper yellowed by the years, you immediately found it strange because normally when the clothes arrive at the store they are cleaned because most of the clothes come from people who give them to the store to resell them because they used to clutter up their parents' or grandparents' attics or garages sometimes. So finding a paper in a pocket of your jacket is surprising but not impossible.

But when you carefully unfold the little piece of paper it is the sentence written on it that stirred something in you, it's just a few words written with a black pen:

« Can't Take My Eyes off You. » It's the lyrics of an old song but you felt something strange while reading the paper, maybe it's because of your small - big - hypersensitivity and your romantic side but since reading this old paper - which was clearly meant for the former owner of the denim jacket - you feel this strange feeling. You get out of your thoughts when the music you are listening to ends and another one randomly launches from the playlist in your phone but the earphones start to sizzle in an unusual way, you sigh with annoyance because you bought them no more than two weeks ago, and having music while walking alone outside has become almost more of a necessity than a habit, Having music in your ears almost makes you feel like you're in another world when you're walking and it makes you forget your slight discomfort when you find yourself in crowded streets or a bus full of strangers invading your personal space.

Suddenly you feel a violent vertigo that forces you to stop walking and your earphones sizzle even louder so you have to quickly remove them from your ears before they pierce your eardrums or something like that. You open your eyes gently and don't even notice that you closed them first, your head spins a little and you feel a little nauseous for a few more seconds and then the world stabilizes again and you look around you with incomprehension, you don't know at all the street you're on right now.

You look frantically from left to right hoping to find something familiar, a store, a café, a sign, anything that would help you find your way, but you find yourself in a big, completely unknown avenue that doesn't even look like an avenue that the city where you live might have. You feel your body warmth rise a notch when panic starts to creep into your mind when you realize that absolutely everything seems unknown, the cars are all old American cars, the people walking down the street all seem to be going out in old fashion stores from the 80's, even their hairstyles.

You feel like you're in a movie.

Your brain rushes to try to rationalize the situation you're in to try to prevent you from having a panic attack in the middle of a street crowded with people looking at you weirdly, if only you had your headphones and relaxing music to make you think about something else ... But yes your phone! A wave of relief comes over you when you take your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, just having it in your hands right now makes you want to cry with joy, you quickly retreat until your back is against the wall of a building and you are no longer in the passage of the street crowded with people who look at you as if you had a second head. You don't even look at the building you're leaning against and you quickly press the button on your phone to turn it on, but once the screen lights up he flashes frantically it's impossible to unlock it and call someone.

« What the hell ... Please ..! » You whisper in a trembling voice as you feel your breath accelerating, the stupid phone has absolutely no mercy for you even though you desperately try to make it work properly by turning it on and off, You have a glimmer of hope when the image on your wallpaper - an adorable picture of Mando with his green baby from The Mandalorian series - stabilizes enough for you to unlock it and access your contacts, you were going to text your position to your colleague and friend Daisy to beg her to come and pick you up in car but suddenly the screen goes completely off and you can't turn it back on.

« No no no no no no no… » You swear that you can feel your heart stop beating for a few moments because of the black screen of your only hope in this nightmare. Yes nightmare, you must certainly be in full dream and you will wake up nice and warm in your bed and Roucky your long-haired red cat will come and purr in your ear for you to wake up and give him food and then ... You are startled when you hear someone clearing their throat insistently right in front of you, it must have been a little while that person has been trying to get your attention and you hadn't even noticed their presence. You raise your head gently with a little smile on your lips to try to hide your internal panic, a salesperson reflex when you are lost in your thoughts while a customer wanted to attract your attention. But your smile fades when you finally see the person right in front of you with his arms crossed over a large chest dressed in a three-piece sky-blue suit, a smirk on his lips and an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Maxwell Lord.

Wait...

Maxwell Lord?!

What the fuck ?!

He is literally a fictional character who is played by your favorite actor Pedro Pascal, and he is there in front of you and his deep brown eyes are staring at you with a kind of fun and curiosity not hidden, you it looks strongly like a dream but everything seems far too realistic in a same time, you can smell his masculine perfume and certainly the smell of his aftershave if he was even closer, you hear the noise of the passers-by behind him. Yeah It's really much too realistic.

Instinctively you look down on the hand that is not holding your phone to observe the palm of your hand and your fingers, usually when you have a doubt in a dream about the reality of the situation you are in and if you are in a dream your hand will be anything but normal, a finger in addition or something else and after that you know that you are in a dream what leads you to make a lucid dream and thus to be able to control more or less the continuation of your dream, it is besides often amusing but there your hand is completely normal even if you fix it for a long time.

« Mmh, it's the first time a woman has ignored me like this. »

You quickly raise your head and open your eyes, and Pedr-Maxwell still looks at you, but this time his hands are in his pants pockets.

« Oh- I'm sorry I'm... I'm... in need of sugar! So- I almost fainted so uh... I'm slowly coming to my senses? So... I'm gonna go buy a sugary drink and... I'll feel better. »

You're aware your voice shakes at times when you tell your half lie to the beautiful man in front of you, you almost fainted when you... landed here. But you weren't going to tell him that you were technically from the future, were you? But this world doesn't really exist because it's from a movie but... Yeah...?

You probably had to convince him with your lost and panicked look and his brown eyes seem to soften slightly he looks at you from top to bottom - maybe lingering too much on your black top - then he looks on your phone that you still hold in your right hand, he looks at it curiously but he doesn't say anything and then his eyes go back to your face, it's really weird to see her in front of you after the fanfictions you read about him when you haven't even seen the movie Wonder Woman 1984, in fact the whole situation is weird, you always laughed and said to yourself that if you were in the world of one of the characters you love and you met him you might try to be enterprising and enjoy the moment but right now you're just completely lost and scared.

« Need sugar huh? My assistant was going to get me a coffee, » He takes his left hand out of his pocket and makes a lazy wave with his hand, the gold rings on his fingers shine with the sun's rays, barely he make his gesture a beautiful blonde woman with curves worthy of the muse of an expensive lingerie brand appear next to him.

« Yes Mr. Lord? »

« Usual coffee and something with sugar. »

Her assistant seems slightly irritated when she looks in your direction but she picks herself up when she looks at her boss again.

« What kind of sweet thing Mr. Lord? »

Her tone leaves a kind of innuendo, and you can imagine that as in some fanfictions you read Maxwell must fuck his assistants out of ease, and this beautiful woman with perfect breasts must surely be one of them, Maxwell doesn't pick up the innuendo and doesn't even look at her.

« You bring it back to my office in 5 minutes. »

She stutters a little: "Yes Mr. Lord" while throwing you a murderous look as if it was your fault that her boss was like that, but you are not irritated or hurt by the look of this assistant you are just still in the fog, maybe you really have something sweet finally to clear your mind a bit.

You feel knuckles brushing against your cheek, Maxwell freezes when you look up at his face and his eyes darken for a split second and then he clears his throat and quickly removes the hand that just brushed against your face.

« Follow me, I wouldn't want a young woman to pass out in front of the Lord Industry building. »

You hadn't even paid attention to the building right behind you in your panic to try to get out of this situation but now you've drawn Maxwell Lord's attention and you don't know if it's a good thing in the supernatural situation you're in.

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #ww84 #wonder woman 1984 #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #maxwell lord fanfiction #fanfiction #no y/n #no spoilers #i haven't seen the movie #no canon

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divergent-wizard-fangirl · 4 years

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Chapter One

* Title: Seasons

* Pairing: [yn] + James B. Barnes

* Summary: [yn] meets James online. He is a pilot and she is a waitress. After months of talking through an app, James want to meet [yn].

* Warning: age gap, cheating, sugar daddy, sugar baby, sex maybe.

* Notes: english is my third language (first-polish, second- portuguese) so it's possible that you may find some errors in the chapters. If you do find some, instead of criticizing me, please correct me, so I can improve my writing!

I saw the end, before it begun.

It started at the beginning of autumn. The leaves started falling down from the trees and I started falling for him. Was it rational to fall in love with someone you don’t really know? No. But it happened. We are just humans; we cannot decide who will take our hearts. It just happens. Just like the leaves happen to let go of the trees, brave enough to fall to the ground. And I, for once, was brave enough to send him the first “hello”.

After that I did not let go of my phone. Checking every two minutes for a reply. It was stupid, [yn]. Why did you send it? He won't reply. But he did.

“Well, hello there”

I smiled looking down. He replied.

It started off as a simple friendship.

I had been telling him how my days went, like the time when I went out with my best friend and got drunk by drinking a glass of wine; or, when I went for a walk and found a stray kitten which I later named Cap; while he was telling me all the amazing things that had happened at his work, all the astonishing flights he went on, new countries he has visited. We were there for each other when the times got rough: when I had a bad day at the coffee house I worked at; when he was tired because of all the travelling he did. Although, he was living his biggest dream, being a pilot was tiring.

He was there for me.

I was there for him.

After two months of talking every day, both of us knew that we weren't just friends, we were more than that. We wanted to be more than that.

For the first time in my life I was so attracted to someone. Was I in love? I don’t know. I have never been in love before, I only had one boyfriend in my whole life and I know for sure, I did not feel anything like this with him.

Now every book about love makes sense, specially the part about the butterflies in our tummies, I feel them every time his name pops on my screen signaling a new message; or when he writes me a “good morning, doll.” message; or... when I simply think of him.

I see him in my everyday life. When I see an airplane in the sky, I start wondering Is that him in there? or when I see a couple having a picnic in the park, I ask myself if we could do that someday; or when I make a simple latte at work for a customer, knowing its James' favorite drink.

It started being something more serious at the beginning of winter. The days got shorter, colder and darker, but I felt so warm and loved, due to the attention he was giving me. I remember the day he told me he wanted to meet me in person. I was getting home from a hard day at work. An older lady had yelled at me for giving her the wrong order. I didn’t do it in purpose but I could tell she didn’t care. I apologized but she kept yelling. As I opened the door of my small and old apartment, I heard my phone buzzing in my bag.

“I need more than this... I need you. The real you. I would love to meet you in person.”

I can't say I was shocked. Those thoughts were running on my mind for weeks now, but I did not say anything to James. Meeting him was my dream and knowing that he wanted to meet me too was astonishing.

“let's do this.”, I replied smiling to myself, what the hell am I doing?

Him being a pilot meant that he could easily manage to come to [the country/ city/ state you live in] without having his wife suspect anything.

Yes, he was married.

He didn’t try to hide it. In fact, it was one of the first things he told me.

I know how it looked: me, a young girl, in love with a much older man, who is married.

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but we already know we don’t choose whom to give our heart to, right?

I didn’t want to be his lover, I wanted to be his only one, but I couldn't do anything about it. It was his decision. Me or her. The day will come when he will have to choose between us. But not just now. For now, I'm okay with being the other woman.

We decided to meet at the beginning of spring. The world around us was coming alive just as my feelings for him as the day I will meet him was getting closer. The flowers started to blossom, the birds started to sing, the trees once again were full of marvelous colors. I stopped walking and stared at the surrounding nature in an attempt to calm down my heart, that was pounding so hard like it was trying to get out of my chest. I took a deep breath and walked into the coffee where we decided to meet in, looking for him.

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I hope you enjoy this new series, Seasons, if you do dont forget to comment and heart this post! Do yall want more?

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan bucky barnes #imagines #fanfic #Winter Soldier #captain america #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #shield #Avengers #avengers imagines #avengers preferences

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fieryfantasybooklover · 4 years

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First Date - A Prinxiety fluff fic

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“This was a mistake. A huge mistake. A terrible terrible mistake”, groaned Virgil as he flopped backward onto his bed. “Why did I have to be so stupid? There is no possible way this can go well. I mean, I’m ANXIETY. I’m not meant for romance. I don’t deserve romance, especially not with him. I’m an antisocial, insecure mess, and he’s, well, HIM! A smooth, passionate, cute… Oh god, this was a mistake.”

“Come now Virgil. Stop that talk! I don’t happen to see the problem.” reasoned Logan as he firmly did his best to calm the anxious younger side. “You like him, right? I have to assume so, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked him out on a date. And I know that he likes you very much, so what’s the worry for? There is more empirical evidence to suggest that you do, even if the thousands of times I’ve caught you staring aren’t enough-oh stop it!”

Upon hearing this, Virgil had turned an impossibly bright shade of red, buried his head under his pillows, and muttered “well if he does like me I don’t deserve it”.

“You do deserve this! You both do! You two have been dancing around each other, dropping hints and such for too long! Both me and Patton have seen enough of this, and frankly I think Patton might die if you don’t make a move soon. So, if you value our existence, GET READY FOR THE DATE!!”

Virgil, stunned at the outburst from the normally calm and rational side, gave in at last and shoved Logan out the door to get ready, along with the statement “Fine walking encyclopedia, be quiet leave me alone then. And close the door on your way out!” When the door quietly clicked shut, Virgil locked it and turned to survey the chaos that was his room to find something suitable enough for a date.

Sadly, this simple action was made much harder by the state of Virgil’s closet. After looking at it for merely a split second, he gave up and pitched backward onto his bed. He would have stayed there, to hell with the consequences, had Patton and Logan not teamed up and threatened to break down his door.

Doing his best to keep an open mind, Virgil examined his closet again. After scouring it thoroughly, he spotted an item in the back that he had yet to wear. After seeing it, an idea hit Virgil with the force of an out of control freight train and he grinned. “Maybe this situation isn’t so hopeless after all” Virgil thought to himself as he started putting together his outfit.

Finally, after an hour’s worth of angst and worry, several passing stages of impending doom, multiple broken objects that had been hurled against the wall in frustration, and several complaints from various sides about blasting Evanescence music, Virgil was as ready for the date as he thought he’d ever be. Doing his best to reign in his anxious nature, he surveyed the outfit in his mirror.

“If only I could call Roman to tell me how it looks” Virgil thought woefully to himself. Pointedly ignoring the massive butterflies that erupted in his stomach at the mere thought of the golden boy, Virgil decided the outfit was suitable enough for his first ever date. Now the only challenge left was to gain victory over his thoughts in the time that remained before the to-far-away yet much-to-close date with the boy Virgil had been pining over for months.

Meanwhile, in another room there was a very similar situation…

Roman had been trying outfit after outfit for hours, determined to find one worthy of the glorious boy he was wearing it for. Roman still couldn’t believe it, even after everything that had transpired between the two. He still couldn’t believe that his feelings were reciprocated by this dark, beautiful deity who had haunted his dreams for so long. Roman found himself repeatedly pinching himself every day to make sure this wasn’t all some gorgeous dream.

Finally, after managing to give Thomas a terrible migraine asking for fashion advice over and over, Roman settled on an outfit that he hoped would make for a memorable first date. Glancing at the clock on his wall, he realized he had to leave for the date now or risk being late. Praying to every single god and goddess he knew that this would go well, Roman departed.

Virgil arrived at the lake first. Surveying everything Roman had done to prepare for this, a mixture of amusement and affection bubbled up within Virgil, causing the return of the butterflies in full force. Of course, the butterflies came accompanied with a sensation of giddiness and lightheadedness. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long with his thoughts for Roman to arrive, as Virgil barely had time to prepare himself before Roman shimmered into being.

In Virgil’s opinion, Roman was looking… he had no words to describe it. Stunned and unable to form words, Virgil could only gaze upon the stunning man and remind himself that this was in fact real. Roman had styled his beautiful dark brown hair in waves, and chose an outfit sent straight from hell to be the downfall of Virgil.

Roman had chosen a blinding white semi formal suit with bright scarlet and shimmering gold worked in. Snugly cut, the suit clung to Roman’s form, accenting his broad shoulders and muscles. The outfit was finished off with white dress shoes. Realizing he was gaping, Virgil shook off the haze he was in, stood, and offered a shy smile and a “hello” to Roman. Of course, Virgil was unaware of the turmoil behind those beautiful eyes.

When Roman arrived to find Virgil already there, he began to freak out, but when he took in the other boy’s outfit, all thought was banished from his mind in an instant. It wasn’t until this moment that Roman realized how far gone he was, and strangely he didn’t even care.

Virgil had shown up in a shining obsidian suit. However, after a few moments Roman realized that there were subtle hints of deep purple and blue worked into the suit, and that Virgil must have spent at least an hour working those shades of color into the suit. His outfit was also snug, showing off Virgil’s slim form. The final pieces of the outfit were the bright black boots Virgil was wearing, and the slight hints of gold eyeshadow that caused his already breathtaking eyes to shine.

With Herculean effort, Roman dragged his eyes to Virgil’s face and was in an instant trapped in that rare, shy smile on the other boy’s face. As he offered a smile of his own to Virgil, their first date commenced. Both of them, dizzy with happiness and wonder, were completely unaware of the effect they had on the other.

“Hey there Princey” smirked Virgil, who was completely unprepared for the blinding smile that followed his statement. “Hey there emo nightmare” came the reply. “Shall we?” asked Roman as he gestured to the meal he had set out beside the lake. “Unless you have any better ideas” replied Virgil with another smirk as he headed for the food. Shaking his head, Roman followed.

The goal of the dinner was for them to get to know each other better, and it was a smashing success. Roman learned that Virgil despised the color orange, hated action films, and adored sugary cereal. Virgil learned that Roman loved country and pop music, hated lettuce, and found the idea of skateboards ridiculous. Both sides were amazed with the other, reveling in the happy dialogue, and thus treated the conversation as if it were a beautiful, breakable thing made of spun sugar and glass.

The second part of the date was to canoe out to the center of the lake and enjoy the stars. As both boarded the boat, they were overcome with dizzy excitement and nervousness. Virgil remarked to himself that the feeling was like boarding a roller coaster, only multiplied many times over. Roman compared it to the feeling a person got right before they auditioned for a part in a show or play. Both however, acknowledged that whatever this feeling was, it couldn’t be compared to anything else.

The boat was quiet as it silently, smoothly rushed over the water toward the center of the lake. Both sides were equally scared and had no idea what to do, afraid of ruining the new, precious thing between them. As the boat halted at the center of the lake, their eyes met and an electric shock seemed to zapp through the air between them, seeming to herald things to come.

“Well the sky is beautiful tonight” remarked Roman after a minute of loaded silence. “However, there are still a few things more beautiful than it.” “Well, I could name one right now” Virgil cautiously ventured. “Pray tell, my dark souled friend. What is this creature so beautiful it outshines the stars?” asked Roman, while ordering his heart to shut up and calm down. Their eyes met again as Virgil whispered “you”. At that moment, Roman was filled with the most intoxicating mix of emotions he had ever felt - wonder, happiness, disbelief, joy… and love. Gathering his remaining will, Roman brought his eyes back to Virgil’s and hesitantly whispered “I have to disagree. I see only one person so beautiful he outshines the stars. And he doesn’t do just that. He provides me with all the light I need to live.” With that, their lips met for the first time.

In that moment, both boys felt like they were living in a dream, because there was no way real life was this good. Nothing could ever feel so right. There was no way that people were this perfect. There was no way someone could hold so much love for another.

The kiss was fragile, yet strong. It hinted at something new, yet something that endured. It was as tempestuous as a storm, but as calm as a starry sky. There were no words in this world worthy of describing it.

After a minute, the two broke apart and shared a wide smile that was, for both of them, shielding a heart bursting with joy. Virgil’s heart was pounding a million beat’s a second, and Roman’s was soaring to impossible heights. With that moment echoing through both sides’ mind and soul, Virgil and Roman moved closer to each other and snuggled up together. As both boys wrapped their arms around the other and raised their eyes to the heavens, both made a silent, unbreakable oath. Not just an oath, it was a promise and a statement resounding with the truths they dared not speak aloud, not yet.

You are my everything. I will follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond that. Without you, I am nothing. Without you, my life is bleak, empty and dark.

I will NEVER leave you.

My first attempt at a Prinxiety fanfic. Hope you enjoyed reading!

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 years

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Of Dust and Ashes

Sorry it’s a few days late. We got a new kitten day before post day and she cuddles. I can’t write and cuddle a kitten AND I will *not* refuse a kitten. Plus, between house viewings for my sister and taking my daughter to hang out with her cousins, my weekend got hijacked. But there IS good news. I’ve got a laptop! So pace should increase and my hope is to be back to a weekly update schedule by Christmas.

Chapter warnings: Nondetailed talk of death of disabled, elderly, children, toddlers, infants and animals.

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Chapter 33: Town

Clint watched the boy in the rear view mirror. He was long, lanky and far too skinny. With what surely were still trembling hands, the boy gathered what was left to him and walked away, dragging his feet with each step. Part of Clint was angry with himself for giving away valuable supplies to someone he knew was going to more likely than not be dead before spring thaw. It was wasteful in a world that one couldn’t afford to be wasteful in.

What would Dee have done? What would she have said? Would she have given the boy food? Would she have invited him to join them? Would she have hated him if he turned the boy away empty handed?

Clint sighed and pushed the thoughts out of his mind. Instead, he focused on the positive things. He was alive. Dee was alive and Trust would likely be alright. The sun was shining bright in the sky. It was a beautiful day with only the slightest bite of bitter cold to the air.

Sun filtered through naked tree branches and danced over the glossy green needles of the pine. Something large and brown caught his eye in the distance. It was on the side of the road as the small town gave way to the rural fields that separated the smaller village where Sasha’s clinic sat.

“Are you serious?” Clint couldn’t believe his eyes.

Standing on the side of the road, eating at bushes was a large bull moose. He was standing tall and proud. Clint kept far enough away, not wanting to startle the beast as he grabbed his gun and rolled down the driver’s side window. Icy air rolled inside, purging the heat from the truck faster than he thought possible.

After throwing the heat on full blast, Clint leaned out the window and took aim. The moose wasn’t scared. The beast paid the truck no mind as he raised his massive head and made his way up out of the ditch and onto the road.

Clint waited until he was halfway across before taking the shot. He needed this. They needed this. The sound of the gun echoed through the forest. Birds took flight, startled from where they sat. In the center of the road, the moose went down. Legs kicked twice before going still.

“Fuck yeah.” Clint breathed to himself as he pulled the truck closer. “I don’t know what you’re doing here buddy, but boy am I thankful for seeing you.”

Moose were not common in Missouri. Sure, he’d seen one on occasion wander into the state but they kept more toward the northern border. Whether it was the wacky weather or the simple lack of humans to interfere allowing them to expand their territory, he was thankful.

A deer or elk could feed him and Dee for a week or so. A turkey for a few days. A bull moose would feed them for the month easily while still supplementing the clinic.

After grabbing a large hunting knife out of the glove box, he set to work. It was hard and gory work, but he did it as fast as he could. The contents of the body spilled on the ground around him. Removing the antlers was another task in itself. They were large and at one point he smacked himself in the face with them. Trust would enjoy gnawing on hooves and antlers.

With the innards and head removed, the carcass was a bit lighter. Still, it was a struggle to move it into the truck bed. He had thought of bagging up the innards and taking those with him as well. In the past, he had used innards to bait traps and even fish.

Now, it probably wouldn’t work to trap any predators or scavengers. The simple fact is there was too much dead meat laying around for some moose innards to really be of a notice. In the fall, the meat will have spoiled or been eaten and the scavengers would be hungry. The hunting would be good in the fall.

Clint washed his hands and arms in the powdered snow at the side of the road. Now he was a little less miffed about having given away supplies to the boy. There were large smears of red marring the fresh white of the snow. The layer of fresh snow covering the highway was thinner. The sun baked and melted the exposed ground far better than the forest floor and snow always seemed to melt faster on asphalt.

The warmth from the carcass and the blood worked to melt down the snow on the road. In a few places, the black of the asphalt peeked through where blood soaked away the snow.

Clint knew all it would take was a large blizzard and the road could easily become lost to travelers. Part of him wondered how folks up farther north, into Canada were coping. Was their government more cohesive than America’s? Did they manage to get power restored before people froze to death in the bitter winter?

It would be worth exploring. And unlike many, his truck could tame some unplowed roads and heavy snow drifts. Would Dee be up for it? Exploring and checking on the world? Did he want to? Was it a good idea?

He shelved the thoughts for now as he brought the truck back to life. What mattered right now was that he had a whole moose and a solid meat supply for the near future.

When he approached the turn off for the Clinic, he drove by instead. While he wanted nothing more than to get back and start butchering the moose, he wanted to cover his tracks. The sheer lack of traffic left many roads covered in a undisturbed layer of snow and he needed to disturb it. As it was, almost all the tracks on the road were his. It made it rather obvious that someone was stationed in the clinic.

He drove up the road and pulled into a side street. He followed roads, turning at times and backtracking, beating down snow and making it look more used than it was. He pulled into pristine driveways only to pull out and repeat the process. Occasionally, he would get out and try the doors. Some would be unlocked.

Inside unlocked houses he found pasta, flour and grains that had been left behind when the occupants had turned to dust. There were piles of settled dust around armchairs and dining tables. Sometimes, there were bodies rather than dust. Children who could not fend for themselves and were too young to open doors or think to leave the house.

Toddlers trapped in houses with a toddler proof door. Babies in cribs. Dogs and cats without a way out. Wheelchair bound bodies who perhaps knew better than to try. Elderly without the strength to travel a great ways.

The snap had intended to remove half the life from the universe but it had caused so much more loss of life than that. Clint ignored the frozen bodies, often in varying states of decay based on simply how long they had managed to hold on.

He made note of houses with generators, woodstoves and fireplaces. Later he would come back and drain fuel from generators. Wood stacks sitting out were added to the truck. He didn’t have to worry about heat or power at the farmhouse but Sasha did and would greatly benefit from these supplies.

He had no intention of giving it all to her however. If they made extended trips away from the farmhouse, they would need wood and fuel both. Plus, it was a valuable resource for trading for as long as a barter economy lasted.

He spent over an hour making tracks in the snow and gathering supplies from houses and cabins. Occasionally, eyes 45would peek out at him from windows when he pulled up to a house. On one occasion, a man came out waving a gun.

“I’m armed!” He hollered as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Neat.” Clint answered as he reversed down the driveway only to pull in again. “I’m not going to bother you.”

“What are you doing?” Curiosity won out over caution for the man.

“Making tracks.” Clint answered as he pulled in once again, from a slightly different angle.

“Why?”

“So it looks like a lot of people live here and to hide which houses actually have people.”

“Why?” What was the man, two?

“So people who don’t mean y’all well can’t look at the snow and pinpoint what houses people are still living in to steal supplies.”

“You’re stealing supplies.” The man pointed out as Clint got out of the truck. The man didn’t look ready to follow through with his threats and Clint honestly didn’t fear him.

“From abandoned houses. Need some flour or sugar? Pasta? I hit jackpot in a house down the block.”

“Sarah May’s house.”

“Sure. The woman was dead inside so she’s not using it. There was some water too.”

“Oh. Okay.” The man dumbly caught the box of pasta Clint tossed his way.

“Here, help me make tracks. You should probably start doing this too. I’m not always going to be in the area to cover it. How many of you are in the town?”

“A handful of us.”

“Cool.” Clint handed him a few cans of pasta sauce. “Got a bag?”

“Yeah, I’ll get one.” The man was clearly still very confused on what was happening. Clint didn’t mind parting with supplies now that he had the moose in the back. He could afford it. Plus, these people lived near the Clinic. It would be good to have a relationship with them, even if it was just in passing. Strangers get shot.

It was nearing sunset when he had finally called it a day. Randy, the man who braved going outside had helped him, walking paths between houses and shoveling walkways from houses to the road. Clint didn’t promise Randy much beyond a share of the supplies they found. They waved and smiled at a few faces peering out windows but no one else braved going outside.

Clint left boxes of pasta, flour, sugar and a few cans of food on doorsteps of houses that had faces in the windows. Far more houses were empty than had faces and very few had been broken into. The benefit of being rural was simply the fact that most of these people had emergency rations and could hole up and survive for a while.

How many of them would make it to spring planting, he had no idea.

“Are you with the government?” Randy finally braved asking.

“Nope. But they are working on setting things something close to right again.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I’ve got a friend who’s living near here. And I don’t want people coming and killing her for her supplies.”

“People are doing that?” Randy clearly hadn’t ventured out of this small rural neighborhood.

“Yeah.” Clint answered. “A lot of people are, to be honest. Others are gathering people up and using them as slaves, calling themselves Kings.”

“The government is allowing that?”

“Not really. They’ve retaken control of the east coast and are moving West but it takes time. Half the population just up and vanished. Add in casualties from accidents and stuff- they had to pull bodies from all over to have enough to take back the East Coast. They can only push west so fast, keeping in mind supplies, troops and how much power they can maintain. It’s slow but they are coming.”

“I thought they would never come.” Randy admitted. Clint could understand that. It’d been nearly five months since it had happened. In many ways it felt like yesterday. At the same time it felt like several lifetimes ago.

“They will. Just keep hanging on, gathering supplies and staying warm. If you run out of food or water, you won’t make it long.”

“If I run out of water, I’ll melt down the snow like Cathy down the road has been. Haven’t seen her recently but I haven’t been even looking’ outside much. Only reason I looked today was the sound of the truck.”

“I wouldn’t drink snow water.” Clint said. “There’s ash and dust in it. If you have to, filter it as best you can. I don’t know what drinking the ash that the people turned into will do.”

“Good point.” Clint started the truck and threw it into reverse.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“Will- Will you be coming back?”

“With supplies for you?” Clint asked but didn’t give him time to answer. “Probably not. But I may come back to drive around again. I don’t know. Kinda just winging it.”

“I didn’t mean to make you think I wanted to use you for supplies.” Randy stammered. “I just- It’s nice to have interaction with a friendly face. Someone human and real.”

“I know.” Clint said and backed out. There wasn’t really anything left he needed to say.

The drive back to the clinic was as uneventful as the drive out had been. He drove by it a few times, turning around on different driveways and pull offs, making the road look more traveled before finely pulling in. Dee was sure to be worried about him by now.

The sun was hanging low in the sky as the truck rumbled to a stop in front of the secluded clinic, lighting the sky aflame with oranges, pinks and reds. The temperature was quickly dropping from a balmy twenty as the darkness of night encroached. Thick trees surrounded the clinic, shielding it away from eyes and making it seem like its own world.

In the window, he could see Dee’s anxious face looking out and was soon joined by the other two. The wave of relief that passed over her when their eyes connected was visible even from this distance. As he killed the engine and set about unloading the cooler and frozen meat, they were surely inside clearing the door.

A body crashed into his back as he leaned into the truck to grab a tomato plant. Arms wrapped around him and clutched him. Rather than grab the plant, he wrapped his arms around himself, holding her arms to him.

“I was scared.” Dee whispered into his back. Her voice was soft and weak with the relief of a fear unrealized. It instantly made him regret the time he spent covering his tracks and gathering supplies. He should have come back first and let her know what he was doing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.” Clint turned in her arms, wrapping his own around her and holding her tightly to him.

“Where were you?”

“Driving around, covering tracks. It was obvious that someone was coming and going from back here. I didn’t want to lead someone to us.”

“Makes sense” She mumbled into his chest.

“I should have come and told you first.”

“Lovebirds, did you get Trust a cone? He’s been going at his stitches.” Sasha called as she marched up to the truck.

They couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t normal for them to have witnesses to their quiet moments. The tenderness between them usually was private. The intrusion into their moment was enough to snap them back to reality.

“So what did you bring us?” Dee asked.

“First- Cones for Trust. There’s some medications in the bag but I couldn’t find any books that looked useful.”

Sasha took the offered bag from him. “It’s better than nothing.”

“I’ve got some rice, flour, sugar, pasta and canned food too.” Clint added. Sasha nodded and headed inside the house with her bag.

“This is a lot.” Dee said, looking at the pile of bags on the floorboards of the cab.

“It’s not all for her. “Help me unload and we’ll lock what’s going back to the house inside.”

“You don’t trust them?” Dee whispered.

“With food? I don’t trust anyone with food. We’ll leave them more than enough and can even teach them some ways to cook it. But we’re not going to suffer to support them when they won’t put the effort into supporting themselves. I went out. I got the food. I put myself at risk while they sat here safe and sound.”

“I was sitting here safe and sound too though.”

“You’re different. You’re a part of my team. You’re you.”

“And that makes it different?”

“No, I guess not. The fact that I love you makes it different.”

Dee rolled her eyes, the tension leaving her shoulders and a smile creeping up her face. “I love you, too.” she admitted, grabbing boxes and bags of flour, sugar and pasta out.”

“We’ll save about a quarter of the dry stuff for us.” Clint directed.

“Trust is fine. Gave him something for the pain and put the cone on. He should be resting and completing the world’s saddest act.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” Dee laughed as Clint shifted, leaning back against the truck’s window, hiding the view into the backseat.

“Start taking things in while we unload.” Clint directed.

“Did you find any formula?” Sasha asked as she bent down and plucked up as many boxes and bags as she could carry.

“I’ve got a few partially used cans and a few unopened ones. Found them in some abandoned houses.”

“Great- the more the better. I’m not sure Rachel’s going to be able to breastfeed nearly enough.”

“She can’t make enough milk?” Clint asked.

“In theory, she could. But it’s complicated. Her heart has to be in it, she has to give it her all and even then. Women’s minds have gotten in the way of their bodies’ doing what is natural for as long as men have been disappointing women.” Dee couldn’t help but laugh at Sasha’s words. It was true and it sucked.

“Ouch.” Clint said, plopping a bag of flour onto the pile in Sasha’s arms.

As soon as Sasha turned away, he opened the truck door and unloaded everything he was willing to give up before Sasha had a chance to come back out. Sasha returned with Rachel just as they tossed a blanket over what they intended to keep for themselves on the floor and shut the door.

~~~~~<3

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wichols · 4 years

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Haruhi x Takashi fluff with "are you blushing?" Prompt. I'm so excited that you are writing again. Take your time and have fun with this and all your other prompts that you receive 💞

Love Over Reason

Pairing: Takashi x Haruhi

Word Count: 2,106 I went from staring at this prompt for weeks and having nothing to writing this down in one day and making a monster-sized one-shot. Hope this is fluffy enough for you! I honestly tried to make it as fluffy as possible! Nestled into the quiet corner of the coffee shop Haruhi sat idly behind her most current textbook watching other patrons chatter quietly amongst themselves. Year three of law school was turning out to be more difficult than she anticipated. Longer nights spent toiling over books and notes. Even less time for a social life outside of when she would be randomly drug away from her studies. And whatever time was left over was spent working her part-time job at a small supplies store at the edge of campus.

“Just one more semester, then bar prep.” She mumbled more so to herself than anyone in particular. A mantra that has circled around her head when she feels like slacking off as of late. Looking back down at her book she sighed before closing it and placing it back into her bag.

“Fujioka?” The smiley barista chirped from behind the service counter. The girl’s ponytail swished back and forth looking for the owner of the beverage.

While she had debated for a while earlier about getting another cup of coffee she ultimately passed and opted for a glass of water while she continued her studies. Weird. Scooting her chair back she approached the counter to politely decline the drink. “I’m Fujioka but I didn’t order another drink. Could this possibly be a mistake.”

The girl motioned for her to lean in closer. “I know but tall and handsome bought it for you.” Making a subtle pointing gesture behind her hand to the man sitting in the opposite corner of the small cafe. “He’s been watching you for over an hour while you were distracted by your books!” The woman was practically bouncing herself silly.

Spinning the disposable cup in her hand she looked back up to the barista. “Could you tell me what’s in it at least?” “He said it was your favorite. A medium black coffee with two sugars.” Her eyes bounced quickly back to the man tapping away at his phone. “Do you know him?” “Yeah, but it's been a couple of months since we saw each other in person.” Grabbing the cup, she smirked and made her way up to the front window. “You didn’t have to do that Mori-senpai.” “I know but you looked like you needed another. Care for a few minutes of distraction?” Glancing back at her empty table in the corner she sighed. “Sure Mori-senpai.” “Takashi. Please?” Something seemed to linger behind his half-lobbed smile. “Takashi.” The familiar name slipped out of her mouth with painful ease. He watched her slide easily into the seat across from him. His mind racing a million miles an hour. His original intention was to slip into the calm atmosphere to check in on her and pay for her coffee but some small part of him wanted- no needed- to stay and look at her for just a while longer. She was in his favorite form today, her hair messily tossed into a bun on the top of her head accompanied by her favorite oversized hoodie while pouring herself into her studies. He loved watching her eyes scan the pages rapidly while bouncing her pen lightly against her lips. “Sorry I haven’t been around much, you know how year three can be.” Her voice sounded more distant than she intended. “How has work been at the firm?” “No need to apologize for prioritizing your schoolwork. We all know how important this is to you.” Bringing up his coffee he took a light sip while watching her nervously squirm in her seat. “Between everything else, it's been hard to make time for anything outside of what I am already obligated to not excluding personal relationships.” Silence hung between them as they looked at each other. “I told you I was a patient man.” Clasping his hands together on the tabletop he watched her eyes fall to her lap. “Even after all this time apart, my feelings for you have not changed.” Haruhi could feel her face heating up by his straightforward confession. Was he ever this blunt before? It wasn’t as though her feelings had really changed but she just couldn’t justify being in a relationship with him during her final year of school on top of everything else. “It seems as though we share mutual feelings towards one another.” “I’ve missed you.” Her voice hovering just above a whisper. “As have I.” He could feel himself beginning to slip back into those all too familiar feelings he held for her. The distance they created had made the absence more bearable but the heart yearns regardless of rational thinking.

A shiver went down her spine as another person exited the cafe causing a gust of wind to funnel through the door. Her hands subconsciously cupped the warm beverage seeking out what little warmth it provided her hands. “I can see why your preferred spot is as far away from the door as possible, awfully breezy here.” He remarked softly, extending a hand towards her. “Let me help?”

Looking at his hand tentatively she felt her heart churn in her chest. Holding his hand was simultaneously the best and the worst idea. She would never admit it to anyone but Haruhi missed the physical touches that were given to her by her friends, the past few months without physical touch had eaten away at her soul. More than anything she wanted to bury herself into his embrace. To be held without end. To be utterly surrounded by someone’s presence. She missed him more than she thought she would. Holding his hand, right here and now, would be another reminder of their agreement. “We shouldn’t.”

They both knew that.

He couldn’t help himself. “I know.” His brain has thought of no one other than her. Her expressions flooded his senses in the quiet hours of the morning. Touching her again would ignite his soul on fire. It would threaten to consume them both in a blaze of love and passion. He sat there watching her conflicted feelings flash across her face. He wanted her to choose him. He wanted her to realize that their love was something that could not be snuffed out by absence. Takashi wanted her to understand that the love he has held for her all this time has not diminished but grew.

Haruhi felt her hand ever so slowly leave her cup and move towards the waiting hand. Her brain and her heart fought against each other. It’s only a few more months. It will be that much harder to be apart from him. But I miss him. I need this. Be strong for the both of us. Holding his hand will only hurt him more. The final though ringing loud and clear through her heart. His heart pounded hard in his chest at the sight of her hand moving towards his. Six months? Has it really been six months since we’ve touched? Six months since he felt her hands touching his. Six months of missing her touch. His mind silently screamed for hers. Please, just let me touch you? I won’t ask for anything else. Just let me touch you again. And just like that, his heart dropped into his stomach. Her hand was moving away from his. I need you Haruhi. Her fingers curled into her palm before she stuffed her hand back into the hoodie pocket. Lifting herself up from her seat she watched his demeanor change. Either way, I hurt him. He deserves someone who has time to love him as he should be loved. “I’m sorry Takashi.”

Was I imagining it? Her hand was moving towards mine for just a split second, wasn’t it?

“Thanks for the coffee.” No matter how hard she tried, she was stuck staring at his profile. He was even more handsome than the last time they had seen each other. Leaning down, her lips pressed lightly against his cheek.

Takashi’s eyes fluttered closed. The warmth of her lips sent a wave of electricity ricocheting through his body. She was like the moment of silence he experienced before the crowd started to cheer after a victorious match against the toughest opponent. Being with her was indescribable. Haruhi broke off the kiss and leaned closer to his ear, her lips practically brushing against the shell of his ear. “Don’t let my personal goals hold you back from your own.” With a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, she moved away. He sat frozen watching her pack up the rest of her things and leave the cafe. Moments passed and again he was without her till god knows when. “Hey, handsome?” The barista called out from behind the bar. “Are you blind?” He looked back at her shocked at the accusation. “No.” He managed to sputter out. “Then go get her.” “Right.” His body rushed out the door in the direction Haruhi was walking. Stopping himself in the middle of the sidewalk he called out to her. “Haruhi!” He watched her hesitate before turning around slowly, her face hidden underneath the hood. “Haruhi, are you blushing right now?” The question seemed innocent enough.

Haruhi paused. She didn’t want to give him any more definitive proof that she was struggling with her feelings. “Yes,” she answered weakly, unable to bring herself to look at Takashi.

“So you felt it too?” “Yes.” “Then why did you leave?” “Because I love you.” Finally finding the courage to look at him she swiped a few stray tears away with her sleeve. “Admitting that I love you means that I have to admit to myself that I need you. And right now I can’t love you the way you deserve and finish school.” “Haru-” “Let me finish. Please?” Closing the distance between them he nodded for her to continue. “I cannot bring anything into our relationship other than myself. I do not come from money. I am a no-name girl who just so happens to be friends with some of the richest people in Japan. I don’t deserve your friendship let alone to be loved by someone like you. You deserve so much more than I can give. I thought by forcing myself away from you that you would grow tired of me and that you would find someone deserving of your love.” Takashi stood there breathless. His hands clenching open and closed was the only thing keeping his mind focused. I deserve better? He couldn’t stop from propelling himself forward to wrap his arm tightly around her small frame. “All I have ever wanted from you is you.” He said it so plainly, as easy as breathing. “From the moment we first met my heart was yours. No one before or after you has come close to making me feel the way I feel about you. You claim that I deserve better than you but anyone but you would be pale in comparison. What you are asking of me and forcing yourself to do is to live a life without the love we both deserve. You are asking me to choose a runner up. If you love me the way you claim then you have lived every day of this past six months in literal hell.” He felt her body shaking in his grasp.

She was getting in the way of her own happiness and she knew it. “Yes,” she cried out into his coat. For the first time in six months, her heart hasn’t clenched at the thought of him with someone else. The raging fears of insecurity dulled by his touch and words. “Please don’t push me away again.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead before cupping her cheeks between his chilled hands. “I don’t care how little time you have for me, anything is better than the utter silence I have been living. Please Haruhi? I will take crumble of your love than nothing at all. Don’t make me live with nothing for four more months.” Her eyes watched a single tear slide down his face. “Oh Taka, I’m so sorry.” Bringing up her hand she wiped away the tear, allowing herself to caress his cheek. Takashi could feel himself melt right back into her touch, leaning into her was all he wanted for so long and he would be damned if he ever let her go again. “Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved and I promise that from this day and on I will love you with the whole fullness of my heart.” She smiled sweetly back at him, teary-eyed and puffy cheeks. “Deal.”

#Ohshc #Takashi x Haruhi #takashi morinozuka #haruhi fujioka

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Publicity Stunt

Publicity Stunt | Part Six

Warnings: heh...a lot of swearing. like a lot of swearing. and violence, but like, not too much violence?? Pairings: Bucky x Reader . Summary: Things get a little too heated for the reader’s liking. Reader is a PR/Fixer and longtime friend of Pepper Potts

PS: Im so very sorry for the inconsistency. I hope you guys are safe and that those you care for are safe xx please take care of yourselves xxx ALso, sorry for the typos, this hasnt been proofread yet but it will be fixed .

You were gone when Bucky woke up.

The smell of you lingered in the air, but you were nowhere in sight. He thought he had dreamed the night before, that his imagination was playing sordid tricks on him. But it was still warm where you had laid next to him, still smelled like you, and that eased his confused heart for a moment.

His room bore the memory of you from last night, a night he wished he could extend – the man would travel the world, chasing the sunset if it meant giving you the longest night of your life. The blanket that he usually tossed to the floor in his sleep was now covering his lower body, the empty bottles that occupied his nightstand were missing, his clothes were folded neatly on the couch that you’d gotten him – because ‘It goes with the setting, Barnes’ – and a suit was hung over the armrests of it.

He groaned, burying his face into the pillow. It didn’t smell like you, he’d somehow managed to get you to use him as a pillow instead. Just as you’d managed to convince him to wear the suit for tonight’s event.

He would wear the ridiculous suit for you, he hated that damned thing, but he would because you had asked. You were as good as a siren, or as bad, when you flashed those eyes at him, dragging him into the depths of your affection as you asked. Knowing he’d regret saying yes in the morning and hating how he could never say no to you, he gave in, and he was glad he did – the look on your face was worth all the yes’s he could give. Not even Sam’s remarks could make him change his mind

“It’s not the end of the world, Buck,” he murmurs into the pillow, before getting out of the bed. “One night is a huge step.”

He was in the shower when a scream pierced through the walls, echoing in his ears. It was faint and far enough for him to know it was coming from the kitchen, and the pit that formed in his stomach spiked enough dread for him to know it was you.

“What the fuck?!” You were hysterical, throwing anything you could get your hands on at the floating thing. “What the actual fuck!?”

It was red and came out of literal air, alone and didn’t have the glow that came with Wanda’s powers.

You were frazzled and stressed and trying to figure out a way to tell Pepper about your plan for Tony’s memorial. It was more of a gala than an actual memorial, he was a man of the people after all and an event celebrating his memory was simply mandatory – if you didn’t do it, someone else would. Probably Secretary Ross, the opportunistic twat.

The event was to take place at the museum you had created in his honour, Tony was more than just a billionaire and more than an Avenger, he was—is a beacon of hope, a monument if you will. A simple wing or section in some museum wasn’t enough; he was an Era of the Impossible, of Excellence, of Miracles. He was the ultimate Ultron, the Shield he believed Earth needed, and you were going to make sure he was remembered as such.

You had barely managed to escape Bucky’s death grip without waking him up, one wrong move during your escape from his room could and would land you back in his clutches, leaving you absolutely no time to finish the last-minute details for tonight. You couldn’t risk going to your room, the door and movement would wake Bucky (his room was right next to yours), so you remained in his shirt and your leggings as you had tiptoed your way into the kitchen.

You were in the middle of making coffee, turning around with the steaming hot mug in your hands when a circle sizzled in front of you. The cup fell from your hand and you stumbled back as something flew out from the growing green. You squealed and throw the milk in your other hand into the hole, the red thing coming back into your line of sight as you did. It wasn’t Wanda so you screamed and reached for the nearest thing – the sugar basin – to throw at the thing.

“Get the fuck away!” Sam’s mug was next to shatter against the wall, then Wanda’s, then Clint’s, you were about to reach for Scott’s – but he’s been a sweetheart during your entire stay and he valued mugs as much as you did so – you reached for Bucky’s instead and threw it at the man.

Wait a minute.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You lifted the coffeemaker as you watched the man float out of the now large air hole and into the room. “Come any closer and I swear I’ll—”

“What the hell is going on?” Sam was the first to run into the room, shield in one arm and a lamp in the other, brown eyes wide and dangerous as they landed on your terrified form.

Bruce ran in through the wall, hulked out and battle-crying, heaving and ready to pummel. Clint had his crossbow locked and loaded – you were certain he slept with it – as he came in through the new doorway Hulk had just made. Scott landed and human-sized in front of you, ready to be used as your human shield. Bucky and Wanda slid into the room right behind Sam, Wanda’s hands were glowing and Bucky’s arm was twisting in anticipation.

“Is this how you welcome your guests?” Steven Strange began as he landed on his feet, carton of milk in one hand as the liquid dripped down from his hair onto his shoulder. “‘Cause I’d hate to see how you treat your enemies.”

The red terror mechanism floated back to the man and attached itself onto his shoulders, and you nearly lunged at him.

Clint looked around the room, everyone seemingly as confused as he was. Sam lowered the lamp and Bruce took a deep breath to calm down.

“Strange.” Sam acknowledged, narrowed eyes darting between you and the man. “What’s going on?”

“I was attacked by your current keeper.” Is the man’s simple response.

As if anticipating your rage, Scott ant-sizes just as you fling the machine at the man. “You were attacked?!” You shrieked, grabbing the fruit basket on the counter and throwing it at him. “I’ll fucking show you attacked, you creepy old fuck! You and that fu—”

“Woah—” Everyone was crouching behind something as soon as you yanked open the cutlery drawer, anticipating your weapon of choice.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You were carelessly grabbing and tossing knives at him, and they kept disappearing mid-air. “You can’t just come out of thin air unannounced and expect to be welcomed with open arms like some kind of zit! Do I look like an acne prone teenager?!”

Strange rolled his eyes and extended his hands. “I’m getting tired of this—”

You quickly moved to pick up a bar stool and pointed the steel portion at him. “Move those fucking hands an inch and I’ll fucking feed you to Barnes!”

Bucky blinked from behind the kitchen doorway, turning only to find Sam grinning cheekily at him. “Is she speaking from personal experience?” He whispered, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at Bucky. “Wham-bam-thank-yo—wooah”

Sam flew into the kitchen and landed at your feet, his groans stopping abruptly at the sight of Scott sitting on the broken handle of his gold mug. “Great landing, Cap.” Scott mused.

Bucky walked back into the room, aware of the confused expressions on your and Strange’s faces, as he stood over Sam. “Wham, bam, there goes Sam.”

You blinked at both men, then turned back to the source of your anger – only to be angered once again as you saw the red cape wrap around the chair. You narrowed your eyes at him as you gripped tightly onto your weapon. “I will burn you.”

“Okay—” Wanda’s hands wrapped around your wrists, “—how about we calm down and talk like rational adults.”

You bared your teeth at the cape. “Tell the witch to lower his little rug and I’ll consider boiling him alive instead.”

Steven frowned at that, eyebrows furrowing as he turned to Bruce – whom had just entered back into the room with Clint.

“She means ‘not’ boiling you alive.” Bruce smiles tentatively at the Doctor.

“No,” Clint shook his head, “no she doesn’t.”

You were fuming the remainder of the day, barrelling through rooms with smoke coming from your ears.

Dr Steven Strange, as you were later told by Pepper, was there to join in on the preparations of the event and help you in any way that he can. His magic fleece blanket followed you around every where you went and whenever you ended up in the same room as him and Pepper, she would conveniently excuse herself and leave you two to talk.

You knew her well enough to know she was trying to set you up, the tie of his suit matched your dress for the night – you had demanded to see it to make sure it was appropriate, and you were utterly disappointed that you didn’t have a reason to send him back home – and you currently trying to find a dress in Wanda’s closet that suited the night. One that wouldn’t match the annoying prick’s outfit or his cape.

“—me, match with that insufferable man witch?,” you argued as you rampaged through the closet, “I’m pretty sure men like him incited the witch hunt back in the old days—” you huffed as you pulled out a burgundy dress, “—remind me to take you shopping after this. I can’t believe I’ve been too busy to check the things in your—I mean who does he think he is?!”

You turned around to find Jonah staring at you blankly from Wanda’s desk chair, while she sat cross-legged on her bed eating away at her tube of ice cream and watching you with amusement. Jonah was supposed to finish the last details that you were to upset to handle and report back to you, while you insured everyone was dressed and ready – especially a certain super soldier, that you’ve been avoiding all morning.

“That’s a really nice shirt,” she mused, pointing at the shirt you hadn’t had the time to change out of. “Where did you get it?”

“It’s a little Buchanan for your taste, though.” Jonah added, head tilting to the side as he eyed you.

Wanda nodded, “too Barnes and Noble.”

“Is it imported?” He asked, leaning forward with wide eyes of feigned interest. “Romanian perhaps?”

“Christ—” You gritted your teeth as you glared up at the ceiling.

“I suppose there is a resemblance,” Wanda stated as she turned to Jonah, “hmm? What with the long hair?”

“And that annoying beard—” He quickly turned back to you, “—did it give you like a rug burn when his face was b—”

“For fuck’s sakes!” You threw a hanger at him before he could finish his sentence. “Since when did the two of you get along? You hated each other’s guts literally a few days ago.”

Silence filled the room. Wanda visibly tensed and looked down at the tub of ice cream, mumbling something in a language you couldn’t identify – hopefully, you thought, Russian. Jonah leaned against the chair and shrugged, deciding the file he had brought for you was suddenly far more interesting than the question you had asked. You frowned, eyeing Wanda’s reddening cheeks and Jonah’s uncharacteristically nonchalant behaviour. You knew Wanda well, but you knew Jonah even better.

Jonah was a passionate man in ways that didn’t need you being in his bed to know. Everything he had, did, was never dull or rational. In fact, you were the rational one in this duo. He was always filled emotion, very reactive, the only time he was ever indifferent about something – or someone – was when it had to do with Bucky or the occasional ex that you both ran into on one of your outings.

“Wait a minute—” Your eyes widened at the realization, “—You two—you and Wanda—you guys did the dirty? You did the deed? You got filthy with each other? Are you kidding me?!”

“I would have liked to turn it into something other than the occasional fuck,” Jonah retorted, then pointed at Wanda with the file in his hand. “But little miss mourning over here has commitment issues—”

“Holy shit!” You gaped at them.

“—Don’t turn this around on me!” Wanda fired back at Jonah, eyes flaring dangerously at him. “You’re the one that said you don’t normally do this—”

“—Yeah, sleeping with superhero clients is kind of not in my rule book!”

“Oh, but dating them is?”

“What can I say, I’m old fashioned!”

“You’re a pig!”

“And yet you still let me take you several ways to Sunday, all over this room—”

“Oh my god!” You nearly gagged as you threw the clothes in your hands at the floor. “Oh my god—” You cringed and shuddered violently, your eyes at the sight of your bare feet on the carpet and you made a beeline for the door. “Oh my fucking god!” You used the hems of the shirt to help you open the door.

Jonah rolled his eyes at you. “You don’t get to be dramatic—” He got up to follow, “—you banged Barnes into submission and now Pepper is setting you up with the Wizard of Oz, that’s more sex than I’ve had in less th—”

“I’m not going to sleep with that wannabe Magician!” You were storming down the hallway, with a hot shower and a thorough scrubbing in mind.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You nearly fell as you blanched at the thought, groaning as your skin began to inch with disgust. Why did you constantly surround yourself with assholes?

Jonah merely laughed at your disgusted expression, enjoying this moment of your faded façade. In the time that he has worked with you, he has never seen you like this, so frazzled and responsive. You weren’t an open book, many had tried to woo you and failed, others tried to get under your skin, but it proved to be an impossible task. He knew where your buttons were, but he could never really press with them hard enough to get a powerful reaction from you. You got annoyed, but never ‘throw things at him’ annoyed. You got frustrated, but never ‘move into the room next to him’ frustrated. Maybe it was the fact that he was one of the few people you considered family – heaven knows how big that emotional distance is between you and your blood – or maybe it was the mere fact that he wasn’t Bucky (or the Good Doctor, as he had now realised). But he would gladly enjoy the you without the weight or the chip on your shoulder while he still can. While you’re both still there…

You were passing by the common room when Pepper’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N?” Her eyes were red and frantic as she waved the papers in her hand. “What’s this?”

Frowning at the occupied room, you made your way towards her and took the papers in your hand. “What is it?” Jonah asked from behind you.

“It’s a warrant of arrest for everyone.” You mumbled, skimming through the papers before sighing and look at the mother of your goddaughter. “Where did you get this?”

“I have a friend in the justice department.” Rhodes said from behind Pepper. “Apparently those warrants are to be issued an hour into the event, tonight. Funny how everyone’s names are on them except yours.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What happened to trusting me?”

Pepper let out a sob. “Oh my god—” She gaped at you. “—You knew about this?”

“Pep—”

“There is an arrest warrant out for Morgan and you didn’t tell me?!”

“She wasn’t going to get arrested, that’s not part of the pl—”

“—Your plan is to get my daughter arrested?!”

#publicity stunt #au #mcu x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fanfic #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff #marvel fic #marvel masterlist #part 6 #x reader #x y/n #pepper potts #clint barton #dr strange #sam wilson #reader insert

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 5 years

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Ten

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Notes: Sorry this took so long!! The phrase with the * next to it is slang for, ‘Do you have a steady boyfriend?’

Summary: “He tried to enlist again. Apparently the punk’s from Paramus now.” Warnings: None?

Rating: T (this may change)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

“Hey, what do you want for— For dinner— Stevie?” I called out after him, but he was a blonde streak of irritation charging down the hall. I heard Bucky shut the door behind him. “What was that?” I asked, eyes still on Steve’s door. I heard Bucky sign. “He tried to enlist again. Apparently the punk’s from Paramus now.” My heart dropped into my stomach. I folded my arms over my chest and cocked my hip, watching the hall like Steve would make a break for Germany alone if we didn’t keep an eye out. “Of course he did,” I sighed. Bucky hummed, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “I take it it didn’t go well,” I added. “It did not. He just needs some time to cool down. ‘Sides, I’m takin’ you both out tonight,” Bucky said. I raised a brow. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, turning my head to look, but he didn’t have the time to answer me. I didn’t even get my head all the way around before my forehead bumped into the brim of his hat. I pulled out of his arms, turning on him and looking him over.

I’d seen Bucky in his dress uniform once before. It was a grainy photograph he’d taken with his mother and sister before shipping off. He’d told me he’d be seeing Rebecca that morning; that photo had already been taken.

He looked handsome and I hated him for it. There was a resignation and calmness to his face that I’d never seen before. His hat was tipped slightly to the side, stylish.

“You got your...” I started. He nodded.

“My orders,” he confirmed softly.

For a woman that had lived in two different eras, I somehow felt that I would never have enough time.

I wasn’t going to cry, not now and definitely not in front of Bucky.

“Where are you taking us?” I asked quietly. He smiled, cupping my chin up and pressing a warm kiss to my lips. I flinched when he said,

“The future.”

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“Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the world of tomorrow…A greater world… A better world.” I looked around, amazed that even in the of the worst war in human history, there was such hope for the future. I held Bucky’s hand as we walked, Steve sticking close by on my other side. Bucky was like a kid in a candy store, looking at all of the emerging tech, excitedly pointing things out to me and Steve.

I could tell that it was beyond putting on a brave face. It was his last night in the city and he was doing something he loved with the people he loved. I gave Steve’s hand a squeeze from time to time. I didn’t know what I was trying to reassure him of: that I’d miss Bucky too, that he wouldn’t be alone, that I wasn’t going anywhere. He’d always squeeze back and shoot me a soft smile to let me know he appreciated it. “Hey!” Bucky gripped my hand, tugging me and Steve toward a stage people were crowded around. There were women in top hats, tails, and shorts crowded around a red car. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!”

Tony Stark was the most prolific inventor of my time: rich, brilliant, didn’t do too bad for the ladies. And considering the kiss that his dad planted on one of the showgirls, it was something that ran in the family.

A woman screamed her love for him somewhere in the crowd, and from the little I knew about the inventor, I thought she might actually have a chance with the guy.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all?” I managed to hold in a snort. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone with the fact that the streets were still absolutely littered with cars in 2012. Still, I watched, stunned as the automobile actually hovered for a moment before it spluttered and crashed back to the floor. “Jeez,” I mumbled, raising a brow. “Brilliant, ain’t he?” Bucky murmured, nudging me. “I mean the fact that he even got it off the ground,” I shook my head. Howard was still on stage, chucking and taking the applause in. “Hey Steve,” Bucky piped up, “What do you say we treat our girl to…” He trailed off, and I turned to follow his gaze. Steve was nowhere to be found. “Where’s he gotten to now?” I asked, looking around to try and spot him in the crowd. Bucky nodded back in the direction of an Uncle Sam poster. “I think I got some idea,” He said before looking down at me, “Give us a couple of minutes, huh? Grab something to eat,” He said, pressing two quarters into my hand. I nodded, heading for the snack stand but keeping an eye on Bucky on the way.

Bucky went to war in 1942. Steve was given the serum in 1942. These were things that I knew had happened— would have to happen. “Hey sugar, you rationed?”* I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving until I heard the voice in front of me. I blinked dumbly for a moment at Howard Stark.

“Yes,” I said crisply. Howard raised a brow. “Your sweetie away at war?” “About to be,” I answered. Howard chucked me under the chin. “Cheer up,” He cooed. “Hey, Mr. Stark! Over here?” We turned to see a cameraman holding his camera up, waving me closer to Howard. I made to step away, but the inventor looped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “Smile, sugar,” He grinned. I didn’t. I couldn’t. As soon as the cameraman stepped away I shrugged Howard off roughly, determined to find Bucky and Steve and go home.

I could hear them before I saw them, the old married couple bickering I’d heard a hundred times before. “What do you want me to do, collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?” “Yes! Why not?” I rounded the corner to see Bucky and Steve staring one another down. “I’m not gonna sit in a factory Bucky— Bucky! Come on. There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.” “Right. ‘Cause you got nothing to prove.” I watched Steve’s jaw set. I looked around the center, scooping out to see if anyone else was watching this little fight. Someone was. An older, well-dressed man with round glasses dark scruff stood not too far away, listening intently on the conversation. I looked away quickly, not ready to face what the the future would hold for either of them. I cleared my throat. “Hey sarge,” I called out, getting Bucky’s attention, “We going dancing?” “Yes we are,” He said airily before turning back to Steve. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” He said softly. “How can I?” Steve asked, “You’re taking all the stupid with you.” I smiled, straightening up and drifting toward the two as they embraced. “You’re a punk.” “Jerk.” Bucky gave Steve one more long look before he took hold of my hand. I looked over my shoulder at Steve, then at the old man. “What’s he gonna do?” I asked, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice. “He’s gonna be Steve,” Bucky said simply, “And if there’s a God above he’ll be home with you by morning.” Bucky looped his arm around my waist. “Cheer up, doll. It’s my last night at home and they’re playing our song.” I smiled, leaning against Bucky and pressing a kiss to his cheek. ——-

“I… I can’t tell you everything. I mean, ‘m not supposed to,” Steve said lightly. It probably didn’t help that I’d been crying for the last two days. I’d cried when Bucky got up to leave for the train, I cried watching Bucky get on the train, I cried at work, and I cried when I got home and found Steve packing. “You don’t have to worry,” He soothed, or tried to as he stroked my hair. I scoffed through my tears, shaking my head. “No, ‘course not. The two people I love most in the world are heading off to the war, I have no right to panic at all, I should be level-headed and—“ “You always knew this would happen.” I pushed off of the bed, rounding it and leaning against the wall by the window. It was easier to distract myself with the sights and sounds of the city than to look at Steve’s things all packed. “This is my chance.” His tone was pleading. I nodded, looking down at my feet. His came into view moments later and he reached up, brushing my tears away. “I’ll send money home for rent,” He said softly. I shook my head. “Last month’s paid,” I said. I still had my place at the boarding house, I’d never given it up. Steve nodded. He stepped away again and I turned to look out of the window. Summer was closing in fast; the apartment would get hot and stuffy and it was better that Steve would be getting out of here at least; the city heat was always bad for his asthma. “Here.” I turned my head to see Steve holding a small box out. I frowned, taking it from him and opening it. I looked down at the locket there; it was clearly old, a little tarnished, but beautiful. I opened it and sucked in a small breath. Bucky’s face was on one side, and Steve’s, the other. “It was mom’s…This way we’ll always be close by,” He said softly. Steve didn’t wake me before he left. That was fine by me; I couldn’t take another round of goodbyes.I closed my eyes again as the early morning light crept into the silent apartment, willing that giant bed to swallow me whole.

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remywrites5 · 5 years

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Omgosh all those fake exes prompts are amazing, will you do one for us? I like wolfstar but you can choose the pairing and scenario if you’re feeling inspired!

Remus hated himself, and sure, that was mostly par for the course, but this time he really hated himself. It was the only explanation for being in a relationship with an absolute prick like Gilderoy Lockhart. This went beyond the beating Remus usually gave himself over his anxiety and depression. This was just…cruel to do to himself.

Gilderoy was just absolutely the worst person Remus had ever met and he wasn’t sure how they had ended up in a relationship. He supposed Gilderoy was attractive when he stopped talking, which was hardly ever. To add to his already sparkling personality, Gilderoy hardly ever breached beyond a subject that wasn’t himself and his many, many accomplishments, most of which Remus believed to be bollocks. Climbed Mount Everest, my pasty white arse.

As he sat across from Gilderoy at the café that had somehow become “their spot” Remus thought that he must be some kind of masochist. How else could he rationalize being with such a wanker? A glutton for punishment, that’s what Remus was. He watched Gilderoy do yet another soliloquy about how wonderful he was – not really listening to the words spewing out of Gilderoy’s gob – all Remus could think was “Christ I wish I’d never had this guy’s cock in my mouth.” Remus took a sip of his coffee to wash down the unpleasant taste the memory caused.

The most maddening thing of all was that Remus had tried to end things with Gilderoy three times already. The idiot just apparently wasn’t used to rejection and didn’t recognize it when Remus said, “Maybe we shouldn’t see each other any more,” or “I don’t think this is working out.” Gilderoy had just laughed and changed the subject as if Remus hadn’t spoken. It made Remus want to punch him in the face.

He let his eyes wander away from Gilderoy, still not listening to his incessant chatter, and they landed on a guy with dark hair over at another table. He was sitting with two other people, one a guy with messy brown hair and glasses, and the other Remus recognized as Lily Evans from his English Literature class. He figured the guy with the glasses must be James Potter, Lily’s boyfriend that she’d mentioned during a group project they’d done together. But the dark-haired guy in the leather jacket was a mystery.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Mr. I know I’m Sexy That’s Why I’m Wearing a Leather Jacket And a Ripped T-shirt That Shows Off My Incredible Body glanced up. His eyes met Remus’ and he smirked knowingly as if he could tell exactly what was going through Remus’ mind. He was eating what looked to be a raspberry Danish and he dipped his fingers into the jam, bringing it up to his lips with Remus watching, his mouth suddenly having gone dry, and licking it off slowly, sinfully. And then if that weren’t enough, he finished the whole display with a wink!

“Excuse me,” Remus said, getting out of his chair in a hurry. “Toilets.”

“Hurry back!” Gilderoy said, waving Remus away as if he were the Queen of England greeting her subjects. Remus knew that Gilderoy didn’t actually need him there because Remus’ half of the conversation was non-existent. One time they had gone to the famers’ market before and Remus had done a little experiment. He had walked away from Gilderoy – mid-conversation to look at some apples – and walked back a few moments later. Gilderoy never even paused or noticed Remus’ absence.

Remus went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. It didn’t do to be getting turned on by beautiful strangers when he was in the middle of trying to break up with his boyfriend for the fourth bloody time!He pressed his wet hand to the back of his neck in an effort to calm down. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the problem at hand but the door to the toilets opened and the secondary problem walked in.

“Hi,” the dark-haired guy said, sliding over to Remus, resting casually against the sink next to him.

Remus’ eyes snapped open and he stared in disbelief. Whoever this was looked even better up close and Remus filed that away under more things that were just not fair. He had a long pale neck that Remus just wanted kiss and bite and lick and… he splashed some more cold water on his face.

“Hi,” he said when he felt like he could say it evenly enough to not give away his current mental state.

“Are you okay?”

Remus had to bite his lip from not dissolving into a fit of hysterical laughter at the question. He was so absolutely far from okay. “I must look amazing,” he joked, wiping his hands with a paper towel.

“We’ll you’re definitely cute,” the stranger said, turning his head to the side and appraising Remus. Remus felt himself blush under the scrutiny. “But I saw you sitting with Gilderoy Lockhart and I figured that was enough of a cry for help that I should come check on you.”

Remus raised an eyebrow in surprise. “It gets worse – I’m actually dating him.”

“No!”

Remus nodded and winced. “Yeah.”

“You poor thing,” the stranger said, rubbing Remus’ arm consolingly.

Remus laughed uncomfortably. “Most people just call me Remus, actually,” he managed to joke and not have a compete meltdown that such an attractive bloke was touching him. “Remus Lupin.”

The man laughed, his face breaking out into a huge smile, and oh wasn’t that just lovely. “Sirius Black.”

“Nice to meet you,” Remus said, shuffling his feet. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to attempt to break up with my boyfriend yet again only to have him ignore me, the git.”

Remus went to pull away but Sirius kept a hold on his jumper. “What if I help you?” Sirius asked after a moment.

“How?” Remus asked, looking Sirius over, his eyes searching for some sort of answer to his problem. All he found were more problems because fuck Sirius was gorgeous and distracting.

“What if I pretend to be your ex?” Sirius offered, his eyes lighting up as he formulated a plan. “Just be a real bastard and scare him off, eh?”

Remus furrowed his brow in confusion. “Why would you do that for me?”

Sirius met Remus’ gaze and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “I have my reasons.”

Normally, Remus would object to letting a complete stranger help him dump his boyfriend, but Remus was really at his wits end. Where Gilderoy was concerned, he’d take all the help he could get.

“Okay,” he said, nodding in agreement. “Just please don’t make a scene.”

Sirius’ grin grew wicked. “Me? A scene? Never!”

As he left the toilets, Remus had a very bad feeling about this. He went and sat down across from Gilderoy and wondered if it was too late to just go with the whole punching him in the face idea.

“Ah, Remus,” Gilderoy said, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “I was beginning to worry about you!”

Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He doubted Gilderoy had even noticed his absence. “Gilderoy, I – “

“Remus?” Sirius called out before walking over. “What did I tell you about coming in here?”

So much for not making a scene. The entire café was either looking at them or trying really hard to pretend they weren’t. “Sirius, wait – “ Remus stood up and held up his hands as if to keep Sirius back.

“No!” Sirius said, stomping over, his combat boots making it quite the entrance. “This was our place and you have the nerve to bring another guy here?”

“Sirius, calm down,” Remus said, playing his part but also wanting Sirius to tone it down before Remus died of embarrassment. Despite Gilderoy, Remus did actually really like this café.

“You want me to calm down?” Sirius said, walking over to Gilderoy and hauling him up by his collar. “Remus, who is this?”

“Please, I don’t want any trouble!” Gilderoy said, immediately starting to sweat.

“Sirius! We’re not together anymore!” Remus said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at the look of terror on Gilderoy’s face. He really shouldn’t have been taking such pleasure in it, but he couldn’t help it.

“You’ll always be mine!” Sirius said, glancing at Remus with a grin and quickly schooling his face back into his persona. He turned his attention back to Gilderoy, tugging on his collar and making Gilderoy choke slightly. “Did you touch my Remus?” Sirius growled and Remus had to pretend that hearing it didn’t do things to him. Between the embarrassment and the arousal, Remus was sure he was never going to recover.

“I-I-I mean y-yes b-b-but-“

Sirius grabbed a few sugar packets off the table, ripped them open with his teeth savagely and dumped the contents over Gilderoy’s head. Gilderoy sputtered in shock.

“I won’t touch him ever again!” Gilderoy promised, glancing over at Remus and then back at Sirius. “He’s all yours.”

“Gilderoy!” Remus said with false indignation. “You can’t mean that.”

“I’m sorry, Remus,” Gilderoy said, whimpering like a coward. “I-I-I think we’d better call it a day.”

“Yes, I think that’s best,” Sirius said, releasing Gilderoy and giving him a shove towards the door. “And I’d better not catch you in here again…or else!”

Gilderoy grabbed his things and scurried towards the door, bumping into it in his haste to get it open and leave. As soon as the door shut, Lily and James broke out into applause and Sirius took a little bow.

“That was hilarious,” James said, bursting out into laughter. “I wonder if he wet himself. I think you made him wet himself.”

Sirius went over to his friends, bouncing like an excited puppy. “It was really hard keeping a straight face.”

“You have a hard time keeping anything straight,” Lily teased, chucking a bit of croissant at him. “What was that all about, anyway?”

Remus glanced at the three of them and felt immediately envious. Although he and Lily were friendly, Remus didn’t exactly have friends.Now that he and Gilderoy were over, Remus quite suddenly realized he didn’t have anybody. He gathered up his things and thought about going over to thank Sirius for his help, but Sirius was in the middle of an animated conversation with James and Lily. Remus downed the last of his coffee and quietly made an exit from the café. He just hoped he’d be allowed back in.

He was about halfway down the block when he heard fast footsteps behind him. He turned to find Sirius racing after him. “Hey, Remus!” he said breathlessly, running to catch up with him. “What the hell? Why did you just disappear like that?”

“Oh,” Remus said, biting his bottom lip nervously. “Well, you were busy with your friends and I didn’t want to intrude.”

Sirius grinned up at him. “Are you always so polite?” he teased, booping Remus on the nose. “No wonder Gilderoy didn’t take the hint.”

Remus shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. “We can’t all be as subtle as you.”

Sirius laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, it’s never really been my strong suit. That’s why I’m going to tell you that I like you and I want to date you and at the moment all I can think about is kissing you.”

Remus felt his jaw drop at Sirius’ confession. It took him a moment to close it, snapping it shut. “Fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “Sirius, people don’t just say things like that.”

Sirius took a step towards Remus, crowding into his personal space. Remus had a feeling it was something Sirius did often. “I do,” Sirius said, tilting his face up towards Remus. “So how about it?” Sirius raised his eyebrows in the so very obvious challenge that it was.

It took all of the courage Remus had to lift his hand and cup Sirius’ cheek. His thumb grazed of Sirius’ impossibly high cheekbones. “You don’t even know me,” he whispered, forgetting that they were on a busy London street as his world narrowed down to that small point of contact.

“So?” Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. “I’d like to. Get you know you, that is.”

Remus smiled – a real, genuine smile for what felt like the first time in ages. “I’d like that,” he said, his world growing even smaller as he guided Sirius forward for their lips to meet. If Gilderoy Lockhart had been a slowly poisoning Remus over the past two months of their relationship, Sirius was absolutely the antidote. Remus drank him in like a man in need of salvation. “That’s the second time you’ve saved me today,” Remus murmured, breaking the kiss but not going far, their breath still mingling in the brisk Autumn air. “Thank you.”

Sirius chuckled softly. “You’re welcome, Remus” he said, pressing in close to Remus. “Happy to do it, any time.”

“I might just hold you to that,” Remus informed him quietly, nuzzling his cold nose against Sirius’ warm cheek. Already he could feel intimacy and affection growing between the two of them. He felt noticed for the first time in a long time and it was a relief but also a miracle that someone like Sirius would notice someone like him.

“You’d better,” Sirius breathed out. “I’m not going to be scared off quite as easy as the last guy.”

Remus scoffed. “You think that was easy?”

Sirius laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. “What I meant was that I’m going to stick around,” he clarified, staring up into Remus’ eyes. “You’re worth fighting for, Remus.”

Remus blushed and pretended it was just from the cold. “You still hardly know me, a few kisses doesn’t really change that,” Remus rationalized, trying to keep himself from falling head first into whatever this was with Sirius. It was a little late in his life to start being an optimist.

“I know I’m going to fall in love with you.”

Remus laughed incredulously. “And how do you know that?”

“Because I’ve never wanted to help someone become single so bad in my entire life,” Sirius informed him with a knowing smirk. “And as fun as it was to play to part of your jealous ex, I’d much rather play the part of your doting and only slightly jealous boyfriend.”

Remus searched Sirius’ stormy grey eyes for any hint that he might be joking. All he found was a frank sincerity that honestly knocked Remus a bit sideways. “Well, congratulations,” he said, his face breaking out into another genuine smile. Sirius kept causing those. “You got the part.”

Sirius celebrated by pulling Remus down into another kiss.

#wolfstar #i write things #you never have to twist my arm to do wolfstar #fluff #fake ex prompt #modern day au #sirius black x remus lupin #long post

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 4 years

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Sugar Daddy [Hoseok x Reader] 10

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Genre: Romance // Angst // Smut

Summary: A sudden request to be one of the most powerful man’s sugar baby comes apart of your life, it’s hard to turn it down. However, through the process of this relationship, you slowly start to feel for him..but then again, you become extremely wary of the position you’re in. Will this end well…?

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Something about “throwing your kitchen table” is my new found humor in this series...

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Not only did you have Jung Hoseok stay at your place, but the next morning, you had to explain to your landlady why you didn’t have an apartment door. She was surprised to see Hoseok standing in the kitchen with nothing but his pants on, but she didn’t ask any questions for you. Instead, she just said it was alright and that you wouldn’t get charged for it.

You were under the assumption she said that because Hoseok was in your kitchen. Everyone knew who he was, so you got off the hook. However, that meant that you would have to stay home and wait for the repairman to come with a new door. Since your sugar daddy so happened to spend the night, you two weren’t on speaking terms.

You were still angry with him for leaving you in the dark, but you could understand why. Everything just wasn’t making any sense, but at the moment, you were too irrational to fully comprehend what was going on. Hoseok merely watched you from a distance. Taking everything in that he missed. The first thing he noticed was how long your hair had grown. It was now down to your mid-back, and he already had dirty thoughts wrapping in his mind.

But he wasn’t going to ask you for anything since he could see your anger from afar. Your body hadn’t really changed, and even if it had, he wouldn’t have noticed right away. Once he investigated further, he saw your hips, thighs, and bust were thicker than before. His mouth was salivating at the thought of how you would feel under his fingers. Yet, those thoughts would almost immediately go away when you caught wind of him staring.

He yelped, turning his body around and grabbing a glass from the counter. This certainly felt like a romcom, and you were beyond furious with him. How none of your stuff got stolen was terrific, and even if they did, you would kill him for sure.

It was mid-morning when the two of you were awake. You held your phone in one hand, a glass of orange juice in another. You were trying to get through some work emails, while also explaining to your boss why you couldn’t come in today. You were being honest with her, considering that she even knew the relationship you had with Hoseok. Although she didn’t think it to a full extent, she knew enough of it.

You wore a baggy button-up with your hair tied in a bun. Your pajamas had changed during the night because you weren’t comfortable with the earlier ones. Hoseok found it all too amusing, but then again, he didn’t see you for the rest of the night. You locked yourself in your bedroom and wouldn’t answer even if he knocked to go to the bathroom.

The only conversation you two had was telling him to go outside. He had a dick, he could stand up and pee behind a trash can or something. Hoseok wasn’t pleased with the decision, but he wasn’t going to argue with you. The argument was going to have to be settled or talked about. You weren’t, okay, that was a lie. You were upset with Hoseok, but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to talk to him about it.

There were so many emotions raging inside that it was hard for your rational brain to pick apart. Once again, you knew it wasn’t his fault, but your anger was directed towards him. More so now that he broke your damn door, and you had to wait for the handyman.

Your stomach growled at the smell of pancakes and other delicious breakfast food. Your eyes slowly moved up from their spot on Twitter to watching Hoseok cook in your small kitchen. First, you didn’t know you had pancake mix, second, why was he without a shirt, and third, what the hell was he cooking?

You bit your lower lip, slowly moving yourself up from your spot and heading into the kitchen. You made up a stupid excuse if he asked that you were getting more orange juice. But, you had only drunk half the glass, so what’s the point of getting more when you had plenty?

Hoseok could hear you shuffling towards him and didn’t pay you much attention. It was only when you peaked over his shoulder and looked down at the pan. Sausages, rice, pancakes, fruits, and so much more. Everything smelled delicious, and it made your mouth salivate.

“Do you want me to build you a plate?” was the first thing Hoseok asked. You turned to glance up at him, his golden honey eyes shining down as his face was bright. You simply nodded your head, taking a step back and licking your lips now.

Your stomach grumbled again as it was sub coming to the delicious smell. This time, Hoseok heard it and started laughing under his breath. That was the first break in your small anger. Hearing his laugh was enough to make you smile slightly, although you wouldn’t openly admit it. Your heart was starting to flutter while your stomach twist and churns. Due to the lack of “romance” you had in your life.

No, the lack of Jung Hoseok you had. You knew you were falling for him like a girl would in a rom-com. This whole situation was starting to feel like one. The overly rich guy who doesn’t want a relationship but turns out he’s falling for the simple city girl was too easy to catch. Yet, here it was, unfolding in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Hoseok knocked you out from whatever thoughts you had by placing the plate in front of your eyes. You blinked twice, reaching up to grab it. Then, down to take whatever chopsticks you had. Thanking him, you moved into the small space you called a dining area. You sat down at the small table, humming happily. Silence fell across you two as you were undoubtedly thinking about different things.

Hoseok was thinking about how to get a conversation rolling with you, and you were thinking how long it would take for the handyman to arrive. So you two were back to not talking, and the only sound that was evident was the clanking of your chopsticks and Hoseok’s utensils.

About half an hour later, he showed up by introducing himself from the outside. You turned around to look at the repairman standing there with his toolbox. You waved at him, moving forwards and explaining what had happened. Then, he went to work, filling the silence by giving you a new door.

You walked back into the kitchen since you decided to clean up after yourself. It was there that Hoseok made a second attempt to talk to you. Stating that he would clean up, and you didn’t have to do anything. You only nodded in his direction, then turned to move back towards the living room. Picking up where you left off on your phone.

You weren’t going into work today because your boss decided to give you the day off. Meaning you didn’t have to answer any more emails, and you could just let loose. Yet, you didn’t know exactly what to do in your free time. Especially now that you had to figure out how to get Hosoek out of your hair. You puffed your cheeks and glared in his direction.

How could someone so knowledgeable be so...dull? Not to say that his personality wasn’t there, but his street knowledge was lacking. You understood that most people didn’t know how to change a tire, but they also knew that they could call someone to do so. Hoseok was rich enough to afford such things, so he didn’t really need a place to stay.

But, you chopped it up as him wanting to spend time with you. Or so you assumed he was doing so because indeed, you would have called for a tow truck. Yet, when you came barging in, you weren’t really in the right state of mind to deal with it. So you just allowed him to stay over. Were you also dragging yourself for doing such a thing?

Or was this really starting to turn into a fucking rom-com? You groaned loudly enough to make Hoseok look up from where he was standing. The repairman minded his own business as he was simply just switching the doors. He, too, could feel the tension in the room but didn’t say anything. Instead, he called out to you when he was finished and walked off.

You thanked him, testing your new door and ignoring Hoseok’s stares. Or so you thought you could ignore them. It got to the point where when you sat down on the couch again, you simply just gave in.

“Are you going to stare at me all day?” You questioned, glancing down at your phone.

“Absolutely not,” Hoseok retorts, setting some of the dishes away. Silence then a low sigh escaping.

“I’m still upset with you,” you gave in chewing your lower lip. It was a bad habit that you needed to break, but where you? Probably not. “I understand why, but not to the full extent that you want me to.” setting your phone down and glancing back up at him.

Hoseok cocks an eyebrow, curious as to where this conversation was headed. But, he didn’t say much more since he knew that he spent all his time last night discussing his side. Plus, he just invited himself over without allowing you to even consider having him over.

“This doesn’t simply mean we can get in bed again,” you paused, scratching the back of your head. “I don’t mind going out on dates to fulfill that aspect of our relationship,” pausing once more as you explained yourself. “But...I think for now taking whatever this is slowly is the best option. Especially for me as I’m still wrapping my head around this.”

Hoseok went silent, but he understood where you were coming from. He, too, was trying to fully understand your side along with his own. He knew that things would be difficult, and as of right now, this whole contract thing was starting to feel like a relationship. He wasn’t looking for that, but feelings got involved. Then his manager got involved and really started to mess with his brain. Hoseok simply didn’t know what to do, and he assumed the only option was to slightly move away from you. But even then, that was messy within itself.

It was like someone was flossing his brain, and he didn’t know which side to take. Maybe taking things slow and going on “dates” would be nice. At least something he was still fulfilling some aspect of it, right? Hoseok really didn’t know how this whole thing worked, but he was going to make it right somehow.

“Totally off-topic,” Hoseok starts moving around. You glanced back up at him, curious as to why he was changing the topic. “But, uh, I’m going to need help with my tire.”

And that urge to throw your kitchen table at him suddenly reappeared.

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boywivlove · 5 years

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| When Lightning strikes |

Pairing: Briefly mentioned Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Apocalypse AU | Angst

Summary : Kim Taehyung is broken, after a successful supply run turns sour, a loss that no one could have seen coming hits him hard. As he is forced to take shelter from the storm and the dead in an abandoned shack, his thoughts are of the rest of his group waiting for them to come back. Taehyung reflects on the people he’s lost and the last time he saw you, letting thoughts of you overwhelm him. Determined, he will brave the storm and take down anything in his way for a chance to hold you and his family in his arms again. Even just for a minute.

Song inspiration | the Lightning Strike | Snow Patrol.

Warnings : Mentions of major character deaths | mentions of murder and violence | Descriptions of gore | swearing | Strong language

Word count : 3k words.

Author’s note : I finally did it. I finally wrote something somewhat worth posting on here, this idea came from a song fic summary game with @ddaenysus and @jhspetitegf last night and I thought I may as well make something of my ideas. Be aware this is ANGTSTYYYY.

It can be hard to see clearly in a storm, especially at night. Vision was limited enough but adding harsh winds and harsher rainfall? That just makes things utterly inconvenient. The flashes of lightning were his only saving grace at this moment in time, lighting his surroundings for the faintest of moments that Taehyung dare not close his eyes for even a second, his life depended on it. He was alone, injured and depending on lightning of all fucking things. The rain mixing with the blood that has stained his clothes and skin, giving the air that familiar metallic aroma.

Running through the underbrush he could hear them, the now familiar snarls and groans he had been forced to become accustomed and aware of since the world went to shit. His hearing was his saving grace at this moment, his vision not accustomed to the harsh rainfall of the particularly harsh storm. Those guttural growls and faint shuffling of dragging feet telling him where not to run and the lightning momentarily letting him see the swallowed lifeless faces getting closer to him as he ran. However long he seemed to have been running for though, luck seemed to have thrown him a lifeline here. A cabin. A small, rundown looking shack that looked like it could have been a small little rest stop for people camping or hunting in the wooded area. Taehyung got to the side of the shack, trying out the door with no luck, but seeing a window he took his chance and used the battered looking pipe he had to break through to his possible piece of salvation. He quickly made work to making sure there wasn’t any of those things lurking about in the tiny space. Luck was on his side in that moment. Using the strength he could manage with his bruised and bloody body, he managed to move a long empty shelving unit to block the now broken window, sealing the only entry those dead heads could use to get to him. He sat in silence for what seemed like the longest of times, in the dark of the hut just listening. All he could hear was the patter of the heavy rainfall and the occasional rumbles of thunder. The lightning setting the room alight for seconds at a time.

Only when he was sure he was safe for that moment, Taehyung set to work on setting up his resting place for the night. He lit the spare candles he had in his travel pack, he had to admit Jin had good `this will come in handy later` moments. He set them up on one of the wooden tables and used one of the others to place upon the door. He didn’t trust a locked door not to break should a group of hungry rotters come knocking. Once his little nest was set up he went through the green backpack, the once vibrant grass green was now covered in rips, tears, grime and now, fresh blood. He retrieved the small red pouch, took out the tiny travel sewing kit and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. He then set to work on the rather nasty slash running across his abdomen, not deep enough that he would bleed out then and there, but not shallow enough to warrant just winging it and leaving it unattended either. He threaded the needle and set the needle over the flame. This wasn’t gonna be the best medical care in the world but when needs must.

With each stinging stitch he was only just becoming aware of how numb he was, he ran his cold fingers over his stomach, nothing. Yes, he had been in the freezing cold of the shittiest storm he had seen since the world went top side, his skin beaten with freezing winds and his clothes were drenched. But this numbness was different. It was a numbness of different circumstances. The numbness you get when you get bad news, like the death of someone you know. The numbness that you don’t realise until your brain finally processes it. With each stitch he wished he could feel something. But feeling the slightest bit of anything would only open the floodgates to everything he felt in the past 24 hours. Thinking back now on how things were looking like things were settling into something hopeful. How could he have been so stupid.

24 Hours earlier

The night air was cool and crisp, mixing with the wisps of smoke from the small campfire the group had made for their meals. The menu tonight consisted of cans of mixed vegetables. The water they had left was rationed between the group as they silently savoured their mouthfuls. Hopefully the scavenging run to the gas station they passed on the road would be kind to them, their supplies getting thinner by the day. The team was set, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook would go on the run, while the rest would stay back and keep the camp safe. How they had avoided the dead so far was a mystery but they weren’t going to question the good luck they’ve had so far. But at the same time they couldn’t get too comfy, they always kept moving, never staying in the same place for too long. They had seen what happens when you do that, the people who thought they could just hunker down and not take precautions, and they weren’t going to bring bad vibes onto the group by thinking about the what ifs. Taehyung sat going over the supplies they would need to look out for during the scavenge, Jin piping up every so often about canned crab, making the group smile and sigh in unison. Taehyung then looks to the person across from him, she was sipping her water as if it was the sweetest nectar, catching his eye, her lips upturned in the faintest of smiles, her cheeks warming slightly as she focused back on Namjoon and the map they were overlooking. He held his gaze for the slightest moment, thinking back to the night before, the feeling of your hair in his fingers, your hands caressing his cheeks, and his lips between yours.

Post supply run

The three were walking the path they came, their backpacks were full with the spoils of a successful scavenge. The gas station had been pretty much cleared out of most stuff, but in some wondrous miracle, whoever came before left canned goods, those usually gross fruit granola bars that sit by the till that no one usually touches were now highly coveted and worth more than gold. They even found an overturned vending machine and with a little elbow grease, it opened to reveal bottles of water, and to the boys delight, candy bars galore. The high they were feeling knowing how the group will be able to fill their bellies with the glorious taste of sugar gave them the energy they needed to make the 4 hour track home.

They decided on the walk as it would be better to not draw attention, and while it was Jimin who complained about the possible walk of shame back, coming home empty handed, watching him savour the sweet treat with a spring in his step made Taehyung feel like he could walk on water. He thought about the supplies they had gathered. Water, canned veggies, canned fruit and granola and candy bars. The gas station also had a little apothecary like pharmacy section which they managed to salvage some bottles of pain meds, bandages, the little things that make a big difference to your survival. One thing Taehyung couldn’t wait to showcase to the group, that Jin would more than likely so anything to have a share in, canned crab. The boys had already started screaming all the ways they could make the hungry man their personal servant.

The small group had stopped to rest for a moment, taking the time to take some well deserved sips of water. Jimin and Taehyung set to the task of evening out the load of the packs for each member, equally sharing the load until they got home. Jungkook took watch, better to be safe than sorry, they came so far and accomplished so much in this one day then they had in weeks, things were looking up, but you can never be too careful, never.

it all happened in a split second, one second that changed the game entirely. Looking over to the two finishing the supply sharing, Jungkook was looking to the treeline, and the small group of deadheads that had come across them. It was only when the one closest to him let out the ever familiar growling they had always been so watchful of, that he quickly turned around. A matter of seconds is all it took. Jungkook wasn’t quick enough to notice, and it was only when he felt teeth tearing into his upper shoulder did he react. The scream of pain and surprise ripped through the area like a gunshot, alerting the other two men. Taehyung and Jimin could only look on in horror as Jungkook ripped himself from the grasps of the corpse, his right side now stained crimson and his eyes wide with fear and disbelieving. In his shock he couldn’t bring himself to raise his baseball bat, giving Taehyung cause to react, bringing his rusted pipe down on the monsters head, making short work of it. Seeing more of them, the group made for a hasty retreat, grabbing their packs, Jimin grabbing Jungkooks and Taehyung grabbing Jungkook himself, they made a b-line for the trees and to anywhere but there.

It had all happened so fast, how could their luck have changed so quickly.

After they got a safe distance away from the deadheads, they set their injured friend down at the base of a tree, his face had lost its colour, his skin clammy and stained with his blood, which was still spilling down his side with no signs of stopping without proper medical care, the bitch had got him deep. Taehyungs body was tingling and cold. He was shakily rummaging through his pack for the medical supplies they had found when he heard the wheezing words of his friend,

`I,, I wasn’t, pa-aying attention,,,Im sorry`

The look in Jungkooks eyes was that of a child that had crossed the road seconds before a car comes speeding past. The look when scolded by parents. His lips quivered as he silently contemplated his actions. Jimins eyes shone with unshed tears as his friend scolded himself.

Present day

The stitches were not in anyway a medical marvel, but in times of desperation, they were a step to stability. Taehyung set the needle down and wiped his newly stitched skin with rubbing alcohol, the sting was barely recognised in his head. Taking a can of soup out of his pack, pulling the top to open it and stills his hand. He looks at the dried red liquid smeared onto his skin, his knuckles had split open, mixing his own blood with the blood on his hand, he then looks at the second pack on the floor. The blood on the pack that also stained his hands. The blood of his friend.

5 hours earlier

The two are silent, walking with a heavy weight upon them both. They had left him. They had left their friends body under the tree they set him down to rest. Jungkook succumbed to the blood loss in the end, his wound already turning black and the blood starting to dry and crack around the teeth marks. Jimin and Teahyung were adamant in not abandoning him, that they were gonna get him back to camp, they weren’t stupid, they saw what happened when you got bit. Jungkook wasn’t stupid either, he could already feel the fever setting hin his bones. He shakily handed his pack to them, telling them he will rest for a little, and join them later at the campfire, his way of saying goodbye they guessed. But what could they do? taking him back wouldn’t be practical, he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own, and when he did eventually pass from the infection, it would only be a matter of time before he came back, and turned his cold dead eyes on them. Jungkook had made his mind up, he tossed jimin the backpack, and gave the two a smile, his eyes spilling tears, his breath staggered and his lips quivering. The last thing he sees his the teary faces of his friends as he closes his eyes and rests.his limbs becoming heavy and his breathing slowing.

They didn’t say a word when they walked. what could they say. there was nothing they could say that would bring their friend back, Jimin turning every so often out of habit, as if expecting to see him, catching up like he promised.

it was hours later when words were uttered. a question was raised that brought the pain of it all to the surface.

`what do we, how do we tell the others…`

It seemed like they forgot for a moment the others back home, Jungkook was the youngest of the group, the others had all taken to him like a younger brother, Namjoon especially, had been close to Jungkook, watching out for him when he could, an extra sweater when it was cold, sneaking him his own water and food when he wasn’t looking. As they contemplated how to break the news of their youngest friends death, Taehyung thought back to you again, a memory of you he now cherished every detail of, you were so motherly to Jungkook. Wrapping your red scarf around him and zipping his jacket up to his chin, scolding him about the complications of getting colds when living outdoors, Jungkook getting bashfully grumpy at being victim of your mother hen act. A fleeting memory that Taehyung would now hold in his heart with all the other small memories of mundane things.

The sun was getting low as the skies darkened, the clouds bringing a fitting miserable darkness to the pair as they made their way home. At this point they just wanted to get back and be with their family, sharing in the grief and loss they now had welcomed. The quiet was interrupted by a booming roar of thunder. But the choking sound that followed was what brought Taehyung out of his thought, turning to his remaining friend, he felt all feelings leave him. What he thought was thunder, now identified as a gunshot.

present day

He looked at his hands, his cold, bloody hands. The blood that belonged to not only him, but two of his best friends. in the space of a day, he had lost two precious people to him, akin to brothers. His family.

The gunshot came from the treeline, Jimins neck spurting blood and choking him as he fell to the ground, Taehyung was cold. He falls to his knees and grasps at his friends neck, trying to stem the bleeding with no avail. Why the fuck was this happening. He thought of nothing that could jinx the luck they had, why was everything falling apart in front of him. first Jungkook, and now, now Jimin. His friend died quicker than Jungkook did, Grasping Taehyungs hand as he did, the bullet wound filling his mouth and lungs with blood that suffocated him quickly. his blonde hair now dip dyed crimson. Tae just sat with him, an utter loss at what he could do, he wasn’t a doctor, he had no idea beyond basic common sense to stop bleeding. He just sat, the only thing he felt in the minutes he sat there was the cold barrel of a gun pointed into his neck as the owner demanded any supplies he had. He was numb.

His tears dropped into his hands, making the blood of him and his friends mix with the other guys blood, Taehyung couldn’t really remember how it had happened, he remembers the gun, he remembers standing up. He remembers the knife that slashed into his abdomen, the cold sting of the newly open wound. But beating him with his bare hands, he couldn’t remember, it was only when rain started to fall onto him did he snap back to reality, seeing the two dead bodies on the mossy ground at his feet.

He sat in the dimly lit shack for what seemed like hours, his mind just replaying the moments before his friends deaths, his friends bright smiles before they were taken from this world so cruelly. His knuckled stung with the reminder of his blind rage, of which he was unforgiving. He felt nothing at this point. His mind just recalling memories of before the new uncaring world took people he loved dearly from him. He thinks to the rest of the group, he thinks about you. That night at the campfire. The setting sun behind you gave you the look of a golden halo, a burning effigy burned into his mind and making tears he thought he ran out of run down his face. He thinks to you and the others, worried about the three of them, and leaving to find them and meeting your deaths in manners just as cruel as Jimin and Jungkook. And it’s when he thinks of your deaths, he feels something, a pang in his heart. He wants nothing more to be with you all, he wants you to hold him, to comfort him and tell him everything is going to be alright. Wanting to hold you in his arms and feel your lips on his again, even if just for a minute before you or he are both ripped away from the world like everyone else.

The smell of rain on grass is fresh and clean, a scent that has been long since forgotten as the smell of sweat, mud and occasionally, but more recently, blood, has replaced the smell of cleanliness. the rain is still heavy, but the light is a saving grace, everything clearer now morning light has come. Taehyung emerges from the confines of the shack as the light of the sun rising hurts his eyes for a moment as he adjusts. 24 hours in a cabin with nothing but himself and his thoughts. It changes you. You reach places in your psyche that you never would contemplate going. He thinks to his friends, living and departed. He thinks of you, and he commits himself to the task of getting home. He will get back to you all. He isn’t alone, he realised this in the late hours of the night as he thought of his friends. He would prefer the bright smiles of his friends to be beside him, but the silent vow he made to himself set him in his newfound purpose. He will do anything to keep you all safe, and the memory of his friends alive. A vow he made to himself along with the vow of getting back to you.

Before the storm ends.

➶➶➶ fin➶➶➶

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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A Ray of Sunshine || R.T.

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader (Can be read for Roger too)

Words: 2.34K

Warnings: None that I can think?

Gender: Unspecified

Synopsis: After likely the worst travel day following your spring break, you manage to find a little ray of sunshine from a pleasant conversation with the stranger sitting next to you as you wait for your shuttle.

It’s been a bloody insane trip since you woke up this morning after two hours of sleep. You managed to sleep past your alarm, have a rather invasive pat down from a slimy-looking TSA officer when you forgot about a metal flask in your back pocket, and ridiculed on the plane when your bag didn’t fit, making you need to check it. You get down to baggage claim, feeling completely exhausted and overwhelmed after a minor panic attack from the whole situation and added claustrophobia of the middle seat. You scramble for your bag on the belt, nearly tripping over someone else’s luggage and realize your stranded another 50 minutes before your shuttle arrives. All you want to do at this point is crash on your dorm bed and sleep it off. You reach for your water bottle just to realize it’s gone. You almost laugh from the insanity of it all Could today manage to be more of a mess? You feel so numb yet so full at this point that, quite honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t gone completely bonkers. Or perhaps you have. Who knows? Certainly not you. You sit down and read through the novel you began during break before a young man sits next to you. You don’t exactly pay him any mind until he curses as he struggles with something in their bag. “Let me help you.” You offer. He thanks you in a low, raspy voice, relieved. You help him pull out a few different things until he finally reaches what he wants. “Ah, there it is!” he manages to pull out a textbook that has papers stuffed into pages sporadically. Your brows raise momentarily in surprise at the rather thick book, not expecting anyone to be studying like this right after midterms.

“Wanted to do some light reading over break, eh?” you jest, looking up at him. Your breath almost catches in your throat and your chest heaves as you meet the baby blue eyes of potentially one of the most handsome faces you’ve ever seen. He smiles sheepishly at you before averting his gaze and chuckling, his blond hair shifting a bit as he does.

“I may be just a little behind in my studies...” He chuckles at you before flashing a smile that brightens the dark, bitter hole where your heart should be.

“I’m Roger. And you are, love?” he shifts the book to lean into his stomach and sticks out a hand. You take it with a smirk and give a firm and confident shake, though, your smile is soft and nervous. “(Y/n). I take it you’re studying dentistry then?” He nods and shrugs. “Yeah, but I’m a little bored with it. Thinking of switching to biology maybe. What about you?” Roger inquires. You sigh and press your lips together. “Haven’t really decided.” “Well, you definitely have quite a bit of time.’ he lets out a yawn, stretching. You take notice of his shirt riding up a tad as he does so but snap your gaze right back up, praying he didn’t notice.

“I’m going to grab a coffee. Want anything? I don’t mean any offense, but you like you could use one, love.” he begins fishing through his bag for his wallet. You realize how tussled you must look and try to at least fix your hair. There is no use trying to make sweats and a tank top more… dazzling. “Oh! No I’m ok, but thank you. I wouldn’t want to make you pay for it after just meeting me.” you smile guiltily. He chuckles, and you swear your stomach flips. “It’s alright. If you really feel bad about it, maybe you can pay me back by talking with me until the shuttle comes? I could really use a break from studying.” The way he draws out the word somehow manages to have some odd effect on you- not that you mind, of course. You nod your head, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

“I’ll just take it black.” you say to him swiftly. He cocks a brow at you with a smirk. “No sugar, cream, anything?” you shake your head, not trusting your tone currently.

“Honestly I just need to wake up. I don’t care that much.” you confess. He grins at you before striding to the nearest coffee kiosk. You go back to your novel and attempt to read the next few pages before Roger returns. It allows you to rationalize with yourself that this is likely not going to last longer than the time it takes. You’ll have some small talk, one of the shuttles will be called, and that will be it. Your chest feels unreasonably heavy as you think that you may not see this lovely stranger again, though. You are snapped from your thoughts, however, as he saunters back over with two drinks in his hand.

“Here you are, then.” he hands you your black coffee before sitting down. You offer him a thank you as you take it and shift to face him a little more.

“So... tell me about yourself, (y/n). Unsure of your major, but anything you’re interested in?” Roger takes a sip of his coffee before flinching.

“Careful, it’s hot.” you chortle, attempting to keep an even tone. He rolls his eyes at you jokingly and blows on the rim of his coffee, the steam flowing up into his face.

“Well, I’m currently a first year, but I’m looking at {major} in hopes of becoming {dream job}, but I’m really bad at committing to one thing, y’know?” you take a sip of your coffee. It burns your tongue going down and you make a face. Roger laughs. “Careful, it’s hot.” you roll your eyes at his remark. “Oh, bugger off!” You recover and laugh with him. As the giggling subdues, you catch him staring at you with a twinkle in his eye. It catches you way off guard. “Uh-” you begin, attempting to take your mind off it. “What about you, though? Dentistry but not into it?” You nudge him, the contact sending tingles through your arm. Roger talks airily about his major swap, but that his band is beginning to take off, which may become his new thing. He goes on animatedly about how he plays drums and just talks himself up more than you think is necessary. However, you can tell it’s likely just nerves. You can’t figure out why this guy would be nervous around you of all people, though. You’re literally in your pajamas with bedhead freshly off the worst flight you’ve ever taken. You are afraid to know what you look like currently with how bad the bags are under your eyes from two hours of sleep tops. “Queen, eh? Perhaps I’ll try to watch a gig.” you tell him, taking another swig of coffee. Roger’s demeanor brightens a bit when you say this. He shifts toward you eagerly.

“I’d definitely like to see you there!” he tells you all too excitedly. You smile and bite your lip at his excitement. He’s like a schoolboy all of a sudden. It just adds to the charm that was already building. Anymore, and you feel you may be in danger of falling for a stranger. You both continue to talk about your likes and dislikes, where you’re from, your music tastes, and so forth. Not once does the conversation feel forced either. He seems engaged the whole time, too. Roger listens very closely to what you say, as if he is attempting to commit all you say to memory. Over the course of the hour you spend talking to him, though you would hate to admit it, you definitely begin to feel attracted to him. How can you not at this point, you think. Roger makes you laugh at all his band anecdotes, which is much needed after the monster of the day you had. You feel yourself begin to be very comfortable with this newfound acquaintance- as if you’ve been catching up with an old friend. You feel so comfortable, in fact, that you both end up disclosing very personal information about your pasts. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I’ve… never told anyone that. You’re just… easy to talk to I guess.” you confess, suddenly feeling shameful. He smiles reassuringly at you, looking up at you through his long lashes. It sends your heart fluttering. “It’s not a problem, love. I get it.” he tells you, his tone soft. “I had not idea that someone could go through all that and still manage to smile. You’re.... really strong.” Roger places a soft hand on your shoulder, and you grow warm under his touch. Either you are too tired for this, or Roger is coming onto you. And you are enjoying it. “Thanks, Rog.” your tone is breathy as you speak. The blond gulps slightly and nods, his gaze shifting momentarily to your lips then back up. You catch this and subconsciously do the same. A sudden sense of bravery flows over you out of nowhere. You move in a little bit, not taking your eyes off his until you are close enough to feel his hot breath fan over your face, and he follows suit. Your lips are just about on his when- “Shuttle for London Hospital Medical College! Students heading to London Hospital Medical College, we are leaving now!” calls a driver. Roger opens his eyes and pulls away abruptly. You nearly whine at the sudden loss of proximity. “I, uh… I better go.” he stammers solemnly. You nod to him. “Thanks again for the coffee.” a melancholy smile plays on your face. He grins back to you and gathers his luggage.

“Not a problem, love. Thank you for talking to me. Uhm… Safe travels, then.” he backs away slowly before turning around and walking toward the shuttle stop with the rest of his group. You feel a great deal of emotions, likely amplified by the, well, everything of this day. Before you know it, you’re bounding after him, calling his name. “Wait a minute!” You call to him desperately. Roger slows to a stop and looks back at you. You swear his eyes are misty. “Yeah? What is it?” he inquires, cocking a curious brow at you. You take a pen from your sweatpants pocket and ask for his arm. He complies with you, and you scribble down a set of digits. “Call me. I’d hate for our conversation to end here.” He smirks and nods to you. “Next gig is at the old pub downtown by my school next Saturday at 7. I’d love to see you again.” Roger winks at you before running off the catch his shuttle. Thank goodness for that little ray of sunshine in your day. _______ Bonus: “Roger, you’re a complete idiot. There is no way.” Brian states with a detached tone as he tunes his guitar. “I’m SERIOUS, Bri! We had a lovely conversation and everything! There was bound to be sparks!” Roger huffs at him. John giggles in the background while fiddling with his amp. “And you haven’t called yet, darling?” Freddie pipes up. Roger bites his lip. “Well,” he sighs. “I wanted to play hard to get. See if (y/n) was actually interested....” Roger will admit it was a rather foolish idea. The other three break into belly laughs at him. “What was (y/n) like?” Freddie asks him as he settles down. Roger describes you in enough detail that would make a person think he is staring right at you as he says it. His heartbeat increases at the thought of you and the lovely conversation you both had a week prior. “You mean like that?” John asks, pointing a finger toward the door. Roger follows the direction of John’s gaze directly to you, looking around the crowded bar, searching for a good seat. “Excuse me a moment boys.” Roger says abruptly. He doesn’t even finish his sentence as he B-lines to you. You notice him bounding up and give a smile.

“Hey, Rog! How’ve you been?” you ask him with a sweet smile. “(Y/n)- You.... you came!” Rogers voice is breathy and incredulous. You laugh at him. “Well, you never called, so I wanted to come see you. Like I said, I didn’t want our conversation to end.” you smirk, giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around you hesitantly, still surprised that you showed up. “Right, well... thank you so much for coming. I hope you enjoy the show.” “I’m sure I will. You clean up well, by the way.” You tell Roger, eyeing him over in his concert getup. Your eyes get caught on his bare chest peeking out from under his unbuttoned vest. He flushes slightly and chuckles. “You do too, love. Quite the sight for sore eyes, even when you were in your pajamas.” You shove him slightly, snorting at his comment. “Oh whatever!” you scoff playfully. He smiles lovingly at you before snapping out of his temporary trance. “Ah- Would you like to meet the band after the show? I’ll buy you a drink, too.” Roger offers. “Sure, but that drink is on me. Can’t have you buying me everything!” “Alright, alright!” he grins at you. He looks back and notices Freddie motioning for him. He gives the singer a nod and turns back to you.

“I need to get up there, but, really, I hope you enjoy. I’d hate to talk up my band that much for you to not like it.” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. You plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, your hand lingering on his bicep. It sends a chill through him. “I’m sure I will. Break a leg up there, Rog.” you tell him. He nods to you and scampers back to the group. “You have it bad, don’t you, darling!” Freddie laughs at him. Roger rolls his eyes. “Let’s just play this bloody gig, please.” He sighs, exasperated.

A/N: Sooo this was inspired by the fact that most of that happened to me while going through the airport today coming back from Cali with the exception of a handsome stranger making conversation with me. It’s been... Not a fun day, but I’m back at the dorm safe now.

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“How old are you now, Erwin?”

They’re the first words out of either of them for the few hours they’ve been sat there, Levi on the office sofa and Erwin at his desk. The day has been long and it’s far from over, though it won’t be too long before they’ll have to light the candles.

“I can’t remember,” Erwin mutters, his eyes not leaving the paper in front of him. “It’s hardly something I consider important.” He’ll have to redo this entire funding request. The presenting committee members were changed at the eleventh hour, and Erwin knows that at least three those now making the final decision will vehemently disapprove of the angle at which he’s requesting funding. It’s impossible to please every one, to tick all of their boxes, but he must make sure he’s thought of everything.

“I’m turning 34 this year,” Levi says, to which Erwin gives a small hum.

After a moment of consideration, he allows himself a small respite and indulges his Captain, and admittedly, his own curiosity. “I wouldn’t take you as the type to count off your years.”

Erwin catches Levi give a thin smile before he turns his face away, seeming to ignore the paperwork laid out in front of him and choosing instead to stare into the fireplace. It’s still empty and will be for another two months at least, but Erwin has no doubt that Levi would have started lighting it weeks ago if he could. It’s not winter yet, but even in the height of summer this office will have that lingering touch of cold, the sun never quite reaching the windows on this side of the building. There have been times when Erwin has been tempted to allow Levi to light the fire before winter settles in, but he has to remind himself that the rules are there for a reason and it would be entirely unprofessional to make exceptions.

“In the underground, every birthday’s a milestone.” Levi says, face stiff as if he were trying all he could to remove any show of emotion. “Too many don’t even make it to double digits. I can’t help remember, count off how old I am.

“And my mum - ”

Levi pauses and the silence that had accompanied them for hours before feels uncomfortable all of a sudden. Erwin puts down his pen but he doesn’t say anything to break the quiet, aware that it isn’t necessary, he simply knows that his attention belongs wholly to Levi from then on.

“We’d eat pastries,” Levi says after a few long seconds, and after a few more he turns where he sits, looking at Erwin before he continues. “She’d make them. It wasn’t easy getting the ingredients, but she’d always manage it. And I swear, they were so good you could convince yourself they came from a bakery in Sina.”

Erwin recognises this for what it is; Levi is offering up a rare privilege, opening a window to his past. It’s only a small crack that Levi guides him to, but for most people that window is sealed up and barricaded, a few thick, dark curtains thrown over for good measure. Erwin can’t work out where this is coming from, but he knows that Levi doesn’t tell this sort of story in search of pity, it’s a reward of intimacy given in one of the few ways Levi knows how.

Deciding his work can wait, Erwin stands and stretches, wincing as one or two joints crack as he does so, and sits in the armchair across from Levi. The change in position is pleasant enough in itself, he probably needed a break more than a few hours ago, but it’s when he looks over at Levi, their eyes just missing one another, Erwin realises just how much he longs for opportunities like this, as if it’s something he denies from himself until confronted with the fact. Despite them sharing the office more often than not these days, the two of them taking the time to talk with one another outside of the formalities of work isn’t such a regular occurrence.

Levi doesn’t look back at him until Erwin speaks. His grey eyes are sharp, yet his expression settles soft on his face, and Erwin can’t help but wonder who else knows that Levi can look like that. There’s a small, selfish part of him that hopes he alone is lucky enough to have seen it.

“You know I’m awfully fond of pastries.”

It’s true, and he knows that Levi knows. In fact, it’s a surprise for him that Levi eats pastries or ever did considering the scolding he gave to Erwin a few months ago when he returned to his office with a whole bag of pastries for himself. He would have offered to share but Levi simply tutted and grumbled something about his weight before walking out the door.

Erwin hasn’t seen Levi eat anything other than the food prepared by the Scouting Legion cooks in the canteen or whatever rations they are supplied with on their missions, and he’s always assumed that food is nothing more than a necessity for Levi, mere fuel as a means of survival.

“What kind would she make, sweet, savoury?” Erwin asks with genuine interest, all while silently pleading his stomach to not growl while his mind, and not his stomach, is filled with freshly baked good.

Levi considers him for a moment before answering.

“Always sweet.” He sits up slightly from where he’d been slouching against the back of the chair. “Sugar’s like gold down there. But my mum was always determined to make my birthday something special.”

Try as he might, Erwin can’t think of a single occasion where Levi has spoken with such passion, such joy dancing around his words. The thought that he could listen to Levi talk for hours like this comes so sudden that Erwin doesn’t know what to do with it. He decides to swallow it down, and he pours himself a glass of water and takes a big gulp for good measure.

“Fruit was even more difficult to get hold of than sugar,” Levi continues. “But one year, my mum managed to get some peaches and she made a tart with them.”

“How was it?”

“It was the best.” Levi states, so sure. Erwin is sure that Levi can still taste it to this day, the man appearing to be practically salivating just at the thought. Sure enough, Levi licks his lips, though only at the corner of his mouth as if he trying to be discreet about it. “I’ve never been able to find anything like it since.”

“There’s nothing quite like handmade goods given by someone who loves you.”

Erwin’s comment is met with silence. If it weren’t for Levi’s eyes widening ever so slightly, Erwin would think that time had stopped still, but it can’t have lasted more than a second before Levi looks away, possibly hoping that Erwin wouldn’t notice. But he does notice. Not that Erwin is able to get a read on him. In all his life, Erwin’s never had difficulty reading a person quite like he has with Levi. He’s like a picture book in which all the writing is in scribbles, granting nothing more than image before you. Getting Levi to translate those scribbles has been like drawing blood from a stone, and to this day Erwin struggles to make sense of any of it. Some days he finds himself wondering if Levi even considers him a friend.

“It clearly wasn’t an effort made in vain,” Erwin says, attempting to guide the conversation back on track, thinking it would be such a shame to have it fall apart so quickly. “It’s a fond memory for you, even now.”

Levi smiles, his gaze lost to reminiscence. “Yeah.”

And before be can shake away the notion, Erwin becomes a little lost too, his attention entirely focused on just how charming Levi can be with such a look of content. If only they lead lives in which Levi could wear it more often.

“So you really can’t remember how old you are?” Levi says, pulling Erwin from his thoughts, not a moment too soon. “You must be older than I thought.”

Though it’s clear he’s trying to hide it, Erwin doesn’t fail to notice Levi’s lip twitch at the corner, amused at his own teasing, no doubt building up to something.

“It’s a shame that we’ll lose the commander to senility so soon.”

And there is it. Erwin smiles, almost laughs as he tries to give Levi a look of disapproval. Not that Levi would pay any notice even if they were both serious. It’s on that thought he can’t hold it in, and he chuckles under his breath.

“Well, I was born in 809 so that would make me, oh 36 going on 37.”

Erwin of course knew he was making his way into the late half of his thirties, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d thought of the actual number. He has his own memories of childhood birthdays, though the years have painted them foggy, feelings of warmth and comfort coming through stronger than any images he attempts to conjure.

“Where do the years go?”

Levi picks up his tea cup, swirling what’s left inside. “It’s soon, isn’t it?” The tea must have long gone cold, but Levi brings the cup to his mouth and drinks it anyway, slowly, all while not making eye contact with Erwin.

“My birthday?”

Levi only hums in response, as if he couldn’t care less about the answer despite being the one to ask. He is certainly in a strange mood today. Just as he rarely gives anything of himself, he just as seldom asks as much of other people.

“That’s right,” Erwin says, unable to keep his sense of caution behind his lips. “On the 14th.”

Levi hums again, and Erwin doesn’t think he’s noticed Levi do it so much before. It’s like a habit he’s picked up but hasn’t quite got the hang of yet. Before Erwin can make a comment though, Levi presses on. “You eat pastries every now and again, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” Erwin answers with a chuckle. “You’ve told me off for it more than once.”

“Well, yeah. Having a pastry is one thing, buying half the bakery and eating it in an afternoon is another. One day you won’t be able to fasten up your manoeuvre gear, and what’ll you do then, huh?”

Levi’s face remains serious, and Erwin is sure that Levi had said it in all seriousness too, but Erwin can’t help but laugh some more.

“So what’s your favourite pastry?” Levi asks, glowering at Erwin from beneath scrunched eyebrows.

“Why are you asking?”

Levi huffs, splutters before he can bark out a response. “Damnit Erwin, it’s just conversation.”

Erwin thinks he spots a subtle blush bloom across Levi’s cheeks, but before he can spare even a second to look, Levi rises to his feet and takes strong strides towards the door.

“It’s not something you gotta read into.”

Erwin assumes Levi will storm out of the door on that note, shutting it not at all lightly behind him. It’s not an unusual routine, all sorts of things are able to bring about this sort of reaction from Levi, but he lingers a step away from the door, his hand resting on the handle. Erwin thinks Levi might say something, and it takes him an awkward few moments for him to realise that Levi is waiting for an answer; Erwin is so used to Levi making demands, not waiting with such hesitation for the answer to come to him.

There really is something odd about Levi today, and Erwin wishes he’d made more effort to just listen. It’s an easy choice to at least give Levi this.

“I think I’d have to say the good old apple tart is my favourite.”

Levi doesn’t look back, simply gives a quick nod of the head before he pulls the door open and walks through, closing it behind him - without slamming it.

#eruri #Erwin Smith #Levi Ackerman #Shingeki no Kyojin #SNK #fanfic #First short in a while #I think this started off as two sentences of dialogue I wrote at work like two years ago #I'm so slow with everything it's ridiculous #Also titles are NOT my thing #I really should just number everything I write #I wonder how many I have now....#been here for too long #this aint getting a title #pffffft #unless I put it up on ao3 but that's a problem for the future

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