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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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dad!eddie munson x gn!reader

word count: 2,717

warnings: swearing, single dad!eddie, mentions of money problems, fluff

a/n: so this is very new for me! i should preface this by saying that i do not have children, and my experience with them is limited. i’ve also never written super young kids or parent characters before, so i hope it turned out alright. i did my best, and tried something different. i’m being brave and stuff. maybe you’ll like it. maybe. hopefully. also you can thank @clovermunson for being my enabler. love you! :)

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“How’s that one, huh?” Eddie asks. The little boy perched on the counter nods, curls bouncing every which way. Eddie tried to tie up the front portion in a little bun, but now he just looks like Pebbles Flintstone. “Better? Good.”

Eddie pats the boy on the knee—a knee currently covered in Garfield pajama bottoms—but continues to keep watch over the tooth-brushing that’s happening before him. James is getting much better at brushing his teeth on his own, but he still needs a little help from Eddie occasionally.

Tonight they’re trying strawberry flavored toothpaste because the bubblegum was not a winner. The boy pulls the little green toothbrush from his mouth, brandishing it upwards with both hands like it’s a sword.

“Help. Please.” He’s got a mouth full of foam, so it comes out sounding a little more like “pwease.”

He does this when he can’t get his back teeth right or if he just wants dad to do it instead. Eddie will take what he can get.

“Open up, bud.” James yawns first; it’s the same kind of slow and lazy yawn he’s had since he was born. It pulls at Eddie’s heartstrings, but he powers through, doing his best to clean those little teeth.

When he finishes, Eddie is careful to take James’ hair down and wipe his face clean, which the boy doesn’t enjoy.

“So, what’s the verdict? Strawberry the best?”

He taps James on the nose with the tip of his pinky. It makes him grin, chubby cheeks going all rosy. “Good,” James says.

“Yeah? Would you say it’s berry good?” Eddie’s hands find his boy's sides, tickling away. The giggles follow immediately, and Eddie takes his chance to heave James up and over his shoulder, little fingers tangling in his mess of curls.

“‘S berry good!” James squeals, clearly pleased with his dad’s joke. Eddie tries to soak up as many of these wins because he knows the jokes probably won’t be funny forever.

He pats the boy on the back, hand big enough to cover the entire expanse of it. Eddie lowers him onto the bedroom floor, watching as James waddles towards his bed and flops down on it, scooting up towards the pillows and the mountain of stuffed animals he insists join him in his slumber.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, the bed. But Wayne built it for his grandson, so it means more to Eddie than any toddler bed he could’ve found at the store. And the mattress is currently made up in Scooby-Doo bed sheets, which James is very fond of.

Eddie settles on the floor next to the bed, knowing damn well it could never support his weight. He tries to lift the covers up, but there’s a little grunt of irritation, signaling that James doesn't need his dad’s help.

Eddie tucks the blankets in faux-aggressively against his son’s sides, making him grin, but it’s a very tired one at that.

“You know, I don’t even think you’ll make it through a story tonight, kiddo. Y’seem pretty sleepy to me. And if you wanna go to the art store in the morning, well then you gotta get some shut eye.”

James looks up at him, big brown eyes blinking ever so slowly. Eddie isn’t entirely sure he’s coherent enough to understand the words being spoken to him right now.

Eddie brushes the curls back from the little boy’s face, all pale skin and freckles and these insane eyelashes. His hair is a little too long because Eddie still hasn’t taken him to get a haircut, but last Eddie asked, James was still content with his hair. It’s well past his shoulders at this point, maybe twice as wild as his dad’s.

He’s asleep now. Totally knocked out. It amazes Eddie how he can just pass out the moment his tiny head hits the pillow. “Goodnight, Jamie.”

Eddie stands and stretches, yanking the chain on the bedside lamp, and he moves to creep out of the room—one lanky step at a time.

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Eddie Munson never pictured himself being a dad.

Hell, he never really had the time to think about it. Eddie’s dad was a piece of shit, and so he busied himself trying to do enough to make Wayne comfortable–especially since Wayne hadn’t ever signed up for being a father.

But here he is: essentially working two jobs with a three-year-old boy tottering around after him like he hung the moon and stars himself.

Wayne opened up an auto repair shop after the plant shut down, having saved enough to get a good handle on things. It’s where Eddie works pretty often now, but really he doesn’t have to. Corroded Coffin makes plenty of money now, money Eddie could live off of whenever he so desired, but that’s not how his brain works. He knows it won’t last forever, and he was raised to at least be somewhat careful with his money.

And there’s Jamie.

Eddie loves that boy more than he ever thought possible. He such a cool fucking kid.

He’s pretty shy, yeah, and it takes a lot of encouragement from Eddie and Wayne, but he’s a tough kid. And he’s so creative. Jesus.

That creativity is how Eddie finds himself getting his ass out of bed on a Saturday morning to take Jamie to the local art supply store. It’s like an indie, but for art, he’s decided.

Eddie is pretty well off at sketching. He took a few art classes in high school and had a thing for charcoal, and of course he’s drawn up maps and characters for Hellfire—he still does that—but art wasn’t something he actively did in his freetime like it was a passion.

Eddie is also not a morning person, so he isn’t sure where James got it from. But the boy does respect this, seemingly not wanting to wake dad up, some part of him understanding that dad isn’t ready to get out of bed.

James is ready to get up though, so he waddles down the hall, little fists rubbing at his eyes.

He pushes Eddie’s door open, which is usually left open just a crack for these instances (or if there’s an upset tummy in the night), and he pulls himself up into the bed. Eddie’s always been a heavy sleeper, but now it’s like he’s attuned to the little added weight to his mattress, to the shift of tiny knees.

The funny part is that James won’t get upset that his dad isn’t up yet. He just wants to be near him, to hang out. And lucky for Eddie, James is quite the snuggle bug.

The boy stops inches from his dad’s face, and somehow Eddie just knows. He stretches, arms going over his head, and James takes the opportunity to sneak under a limb and face plant into Eddie’s chest.

“Mornin’ Jamie.”

The boy grasps at Eddie’s shirt in greeting. “Mornin’,” he sniffs.

James is wide awake, puffy eyes staring up at Eddie, and while the latter feels like he could sleep for another twelve hours, he doesn’t have it in him to doze off with a kid on his chest. A kid who is much too cute for his own good.

“How are you this morning, my child?”

James sits up, clearly confused. He shrugs, little shoulders rising up towards his ears.

Eddie snorts, proceeding to imitate the shrug. “You dunno?” The boy repeats the movement, a small smile making an appearance on his face, a face that remains to have pillowcase imprints on it.

Eddie gets his hands under James’ arms, pulling him up and onto his stomach, though trying to be careful of fragile places.

“Still wanna go to the store? Yes or no?”

James nods vigorously. “Yes, please.”

A large and calloused hand pats him on the back. “Solid. Let’s go then.”

By the time Eddie gets both himself and James ready, out of the house, and across town to the art store, the place has been open for a whole twenty minutes. Eddie figures the only people up at this point might be the elderly. He’s also quite grateful for the quiet of the store, knowing how crowds can make Jamie nervous. He supposes it tends to be one too many of the big people compared to his little body. Quite nerve-racking.

Eddie realizes suddenly that he has no idea how to navigate an art supply store. “Uh, Jamie, do you have something you wanna look at first?”

He looks up at his impossibly tall father. “Colors?”

“Okay. We can do that.”

Paint. Eddie can find paint, right? Why didn’t he bring Wayne? Wayne’s the one that’s been supporting this hobby anyways. Fuck.

He’s frantically looking around at the signs when a voice breaks him out of his stupor.

“Can I help you find anything?” You ask, just as nervous as they probably are. You’ve never been very good at having to ask the customers this, but it is your job to assist them.

You keep your hands behind your back, that way they can’t see your insistent fidgeting.

James is quick to move behind Eddie’s leg, and he knows the “stranger danger” alarms are going off in his boy’s head. Eddie doesn’t think you’re scary, though.

“Hi. Yeah, actually. We’ve never been here before, and I really have no idea what I’m doing.”

Your grin is the sweetest damn thing Eddie Munson has ever seen in his life. Aside from Jamie, of course.

“That’s okay. I can show you around if you need, or if there’s something specific you’re looking for. We aren’t very busy right now, so I don’t mind.”

Eddie releases a breath he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding. “That would be greatly appreciated. All I’m working with right now is that he wants to look at colors, which means paint. Other than that, I’m at a loss.”

You chuckle. “I can do colors. They’re not far.” You start to walk away, and Eddie moves to follow, James holding tight to his hand.

“It’s okay, kiddo. They’re helping, alright?” James’ eyes look more watery than usual, and if he doesn’t let up, Eddie will break.

You’re quiet most of the way, but at one point, in a hushed tone, you ask, “Shy boy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles. “Definitely.”

“I get it. I was the same way.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Dammit. Why is this the day he proves to have a vocabulary consisting of “yeah” and “okay?”

“Yeah,” you smirk. “Here we are. All the colors. Watercolors, acrylics, more big kid stuff. There’s also washable paint, if you feel that’s necessary.”

“Shit. Sorry. Wow, I meant to say. That’s a lot.”

“Anything he normally likes?” By this point, James has seen the pastels and let Eddie go. You watch him patter towards a set of watercolors that are placed at just his height.

“All he’s used so far are watercolors, my uncle bought them for him, and he’s said he likes them. I usually just ask him what he wants to try.”

You’re smiling at him again, and he catches the way your fingers fuss with the hemline on the little smock you’ve been forced to wear as a uniform. “That’s a good strategy. Seeing what he’s most drawn to, you know?”

Eddie’s hands are sweating. Someone hasn’t flustered him this much since freshman year of high school.

“Works most of the time,” he tells you. Eddie moves closer to James. The boy is holding a little paintbrush with a blue handle, and his eyes are glued on the same set of watercolors he’d seen when he walked down the aisle.

“You like those ones, bud?”

“Yep. Pretty.”

Eddie looks up at you with a smile on his face, like he can’t believe this is his kid, and it makes your heart swell. Usually the families that come in here are much more rowdy, mothers holding expensive purses and telling their kids not to scream. There’s a difference between the people who want to make art versus those who use it to keep their kids busy because they don’t want to parent. You can tell Eddie cares about his boy, that he’s his whole world.

Eddie pulls the set out: a silver tin with two rows of square pans, each filled with a different color. They aren’t the obnoxious ones you get for cheap, the ones only covering the bright rainbow shades—these are the ones that would let you paint a little more of a picture. He flips the tin over out of habit to check the price. It’s not as bad as he’d thought.

He holds it up to you. “What do you think about these?”

“I like those ones. I’ve used them before, and they’re very easy to work with. They’re pretty pigmented, so they’d allow him some room to sort of figure out how much water he needs and how he wants to use them. And there’s a good range of color, so he won’t get upset about missing too many.”

Eddie is in awe of you. He knows it’s your job and all, that you’re getting paid for this, but he thinks he could listen to you talk about paint for the rest of his life.

He’s grinning at you and you’re suddenly worried you’ve said too much. “What?” you ask, your mouth ticking up just as his is. “Too much of the art nerd?”

He stands up. The full height of him is much too pretty. You think he might even be too pretty for his own good.

“No. Definitely not. That was very helpful.” James has migrated to stand between the both of you. He hands you a brush, which you take gratefully. He smiles, cheeks all pink and freckled.

“What about brushes?” Eddie asks. “The ones he’s got now shed like crazy.”

You run your thumb over the one you’re holding, thinking on it.

James follows you when you crouch to look at some. You set down the one he’d given you, hoping he won’t be too upset.

You find the beginner ones you’d been looking for, and hold them out to him. “Do you like these?” The handles aren’t blue, but a dark green color.

“Mhm,” he hums. “Very cool.”

You turn to face his dad. “Cool,” you mouth. It makes him laugh.

James takes the brushes from you and holds them up to Eddie. “Can you buy? Please?”

“Yeah, Jamie.”

“That’s a sweet name,” you remark, standing up.

“Thanks. It’s James actually, but y’know. Oh, I’m Eddie, by the way. I realize I never actually said that.” You tell him your own name, assuring him that it’s okay.

You spend a little more time with them, wandering down a few more aisles when James says he’d like a sketchbook. You find him a spiral bound one, that way it’ll be easier on him to turn or rip out pages.

You ring them up, and almost start to feel sad about their departure. You move around the counter, and James walks up to you. “Thank you for helping,” he says.

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

Eddie watches your exchange, and he can’t help but feel like you’ve made a connection with James. Like you understand him.

“Wanna come paint?” he asks, big brown eyes looking at you hopefully. You realize he wants you to come home and paint with him. Your heart shatters a little at the wholesomeness in his request.

Eddie puts his hand on James’ shoulder. “I think they’ve gotta work, squirt. Maybe another time though?” He looks up at you. They’re both looking at you now and you’re afraid you could never deny them anything. Not with those big doe eyes and wild lashes.

“Yeah, sure. I can paint anytime. Given that’s okay with your dad.”

“That’s more than okay with me,” Eddie tells you. “But don’t feel pressured.”

He doesn’t say that this has literally never happened before, that James usually avoids contact with others. He doesn’t tell you that this is groundbreaking shit.

“I promise I don’t. We could set something up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Totally. Thanks for today.”

“Anytime, Eddie.”

You exchange numbers, and suddenly they’re out the door, matching curls flying in the wind, hands interlocked as they work through the parking lot.

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chang-bunnie-bini-bop · 4 months

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hiraeth • seo changbin [part two]

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✰ pairing - roommate!changbin x fem!reader

✰ warnings - reader passes out, very smalll angst, slightly suggestive [?]

✰ word count - 2.1k

✰ notes - what do you think he's hiding??? ALSO im so sorry i left you all hanging...i promise ill update frequently...'kay?

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do

✰ sypnosis: changbin takes care of you after you manage to somehow make your condition worse. but he's hiding something.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

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“So, do you want to tell me what happened?” Your roommate asked hopefully, curious, obviously.

You decide to respond truthfully, mostly because he would probably see right through your lies.

“Not really.”

Changbin was just…that kind of person. Wise, but funny when he needed to be. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to say it.

He wasn’t the type of person to be afraid of his flaws, but to embrace them. This was a trait many people probably admired about him, but to you, it was the one thing that frustrated you most.

You wished you could be like that.

“Well,” He started, slapping his own thighs and getting up. “I’m just gonna-”

For some reason, a primal sort of instinct overwhelmed your mind immediately. You didn’t want him to leave.

You panicked and acted without thinking.

Your arms darted out and wrapped around his stomach, head resting on his back.

Changbin froze in his position, sagging slightly as your hand patted his tummy and attempted to pull him closer.

You were so embarrassed, there was no way you were going to lift your head, not after pulling him around like he was your teddy bear.

He turned around, holding your outstretched arms gently and folding them in your lap.

You averted your entire face down, hair falling in between your eyes and effectively masking your whole face.

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“Your hair is so thin. Its become so ugly after that haircut.” The mom scoffed, yanking at the girl’s hair as she brushed through it.

“Agh! Mom, careful! Also, I love the haircut. It makes me feel happy.” The girl talked back, earning an extra tough tug to the hair again.

“Well, useless girl. Clearly, you’re ugly on the inside and outside.” Her mom made sure to push her head as she stood up, brushing her clothes off.

“Now go to something useful, unlike your sister.” She spat.

The thirteen year old resisted the urge to roll your eyes spitefully, knowing that it was probably better to just…listen to her.

Maybe…she was just some useless girl.

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Yoe opened your eyes, and sunlight flooded your features aggressively.

You whined and put your hand in front of your face, effectively blocking the sunlight.

I probably fell asleep.

Getting up, you look around the unfamiliar setting.

Changbin was fast asleep beside you, putting cutely and hugging a Pokémon plush.

It wasn’t uncommon for both of you to fall asleep next to each other, considering your biggest fear was loud noises, and thunderstorms occur pretty frequently.

You had just…needed someone beside you.

Now you had him. He groaned a bit and shuffled, the sunlight hitting him directly in the face.

You almost had the urge to hug him again, but instead, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his cheek, thankful for the good nights rest.

He squirmed slightly and almost woke up, prompting you to jump out of bed quickly and walk into the shared bathroom, which smelled like men’s perfume.

The scent was so familiar you almost keeled over. It wasn’t strong, but it smelled sweet, like honeydew.

You brushed your teeth, turning on the shower. Feeling almost lightheaded, you pressed your hand to your forehead, and yup, you had a high fever.

You cranked up the temperature to the highest, needing to get your muscles loose after the tension of yesterday, your tantrum combined with your excessive workout.

You threw off Changbin’s shirt, squishing at your own belly and deciding to wear loose-fitting clothing, today was a bloated day for sure.

The shower you took felt like true luxury, a paradise in which you didn’t have to worry about your feelings, but rather yourself for once.

The steam fogged up the mirrors, but you didn’t care about how misty they would be later.

You stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, grabbing your huge t-shirt, puffy sweatpants and undergarments.

The light-headedness returned, and only after you finished putting your clothes in the hamper did you realize your own mistake.

Oh my goodness. I’m so stupid.

You had taken a boiling hot shower, with an extremely high fever.

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“Y/N-AH! I’m inviting some friends over for a while, is that okay?” Changbin yelled into the bathroom, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond.

He felt the steam of your shower circling his feet from the crack in the door, and his eyes widened.

“YAH! Don’t use all the hot water! y/N!” He yelled, accentuating the last half of your name.

“Hey, are you okay?! Y/N!” He knocked aggressively on the door, worry flooding his voice at the lack of answers, jiggling the locked handle.

Then he heard a sickening thud.

“Y/N! Hey, what was that?! Are you OKAY?!” Changbin screeched, banging on the door.

His eyes widened in panic, and fright flooded his whole body. The door was locked.

The master key.

He ran to the kitchen and rummaged through the drawer, finding the key within a few seconds.

Changbin ran back to the bathroom door and shoved the key into the lock with shaking hands.

He managed to open the door slowly, covering his eyes in case…well, you know.

“Y/N…?” He opened one eye, steam flooding his features.

Your body was slumped over, the hamper of clothes knocked over and your hand resting on the pocket of one of his hoodies.

Changbin took a deep breath, the heat almost unbearable.

The older lifted your finished body over his shoulder while he pulled the hamper up again.

Changbin adjusted his tank top and carried you to his room yet again, mirroring the previous night.

He lightly tapped his hand on your cheek, attempting to wake your disgruntled body up.

“Y/N-ah. Wake up, love.” He shook you lightly, and that’s what woke you up, finally.

“C-changbin?” You stuttered, rubbing your eyes and gasping in pain as his hand pressed against your forehead.

“Did you really take a hot shower with a fever?”

You thought that he would gloat, laugh, make fun of you for being oh so stupid.

But his tone was one of concern, of worry.

For you.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, engulfing you in a blanket of warmth, which you definitely needed after the chill of of the room had overwhelmed your body.

Your small frame shuddered, and you sagged in his hold, temporarily unaware of yourself, of anything.

Numb. You felt numb.

Like you didn’t care if you were happy or sad.

Loud knocking tipped both of you out of your world, and Changbin grinned sheepishly at you as he motioned to himself.

He wasn’t wearing a proper shirt.

You rolled your watery eyes and walked to the door, hoping it wasn’t anyone important, considering your messed up state.

“Hi-Is Changbin there?” A man asked.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he was the epitome of perfect.

Everything about him looked well put together, and his smile even had dimples.

And then there was you, who was suddenly feeling very shy in front of him.

“Yeah, Chan! I’ll be there in a sec!” Changbin yelled from the other room.

You rolled your eyes. He was probably trying to find a good shirt that actually fit him and his muscles.

Chan smiled down at you, and your mind immediately soured. Pity.

But it didn’t seem like it.

“What’s your name? Are you his roommate? He’s told me a lot about you.” Chan asked with a slight Australian accent, laughing at the end shyly.

“Oh, my name is Y/N. Sorry, been having a rough week.” You responded, suddenly having the urge to shout ‘Aussie Aussie Aussie’ and see his reaction.

“Everyone has those every once in a while.” Chan tsked, and Changbin chose that moment to emerge from his room, clad in a comfy shirt and sweatpants to mirror your own.

Standing next to Chan, he suddenly looked way smaller, and you resisted the urge to coo at him.

“Okay, we’ll be in my room, 'kay? I’ve ordered a nice lunch for you, and there’s a hot water bottle on the counter.” Changbin pointed out.

Ever so thoughtful. You smiled at him for the first time in two days.

“What about you? Did you eat already?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t skipping as he normally did.

“Yup. I got Chan to confirm.” Binnie playfully slapped the man’s shoulder, and they both laughed while heading to his room.

“Oh, and Jisung’ll be over soon.” Changbin called out, and your mood considerably lifted.

Your best friend Jisung had already met Changbin, so he was a mutual friend along you two.

You decided to slump on the couch and watch a movie, popping some pain medication and waiting for your food.

When the doorbell rang, you bounced up from the couch and received the food, uttering a hushed thanks before shutting the door.

You only just realized how starving you were.

The package was ripped open and your mouth watered at the smell of the hot soup inside.

For once it was actually hot.

After gulping the soup down, which definitely helped your sore throat, you made a mental note to thank Changbin for all this.

The doorbell rang again, and you rushed to open it, almost knocking your toe onto the coffee table in the process.

This time, it was Jisung, who bounced over to wrap you in a ginormous hug.

Instead of pulling away like you normally did, you stayed in the hug for a while.

This is what you needed.

“Are you…okay, Y/N?” Jisung asked, and the question that you had waited so long for was finally voiced.

You could feel your eyes tearing up painfully, and you sniffled quietly, the comforting embrace of your best friend made everything so much better.

“Oh no…I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked that!” Jisung bent down till he was about your level before wiping your tears off, concern lacing his voice and worry painted on his face.

“N-No. Don’t feel sorry. I’m just so happy that someone finally asked me that.” You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the full force of your best friend’s worry.

“Oh, Y/Nnie…” Hannie wrapped you tightly in his embrace again, and this time, he picked you up and headed to the couch, turning on some random movie.

The day was full of cuddles and snacks, though you wondered what Chan and Changbin were doing the whole time.

“I’ll see Changbin for a sec, yeah?” Han stood up and walked to your roommate’s door.

You didn’t think too much about it, but then again, he had been seeing Chan and Changbin in that room quite often, hasn’t he?

You knew it wasn’t your place to snoop, but you couldn’t help but wonder, what was he doing in there?

Either way, you decided to cook some dinner, knowing that Changbin often liked to skip his dinner, which you certainly did not enjoy.

You brought up a plate to his room, knocking on the door softly.

Shuffling noises echoed through the area, and a very tired Binnie openned the door, however, his face lit up in happiness when he saw the food.

“Aweee, Y/N! Thank you!” He took the tray, which had three bowls on it, into the room.

Setting the tray down, he bounced back to the door to give you a quick, one-armed hug before running to the kitchen for some water.

You saw your chance.

“What have you been doing in there?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as he visibly panicked.

“Nothing. Just some work. College never waits!” He grinned awkwardly, and that’s when you knew he was lying.

“What is up with you, Chan and Jisung lately? Are you…” Your eyes widened, and so did his.

“What?! No, ew! It’s just something else…Y/N.” Binnie finishes oddly.

He sipped quickly at his water, bolting to his room again and shutting the door.

You sigh to yourself before heading to bed.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.

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petarabbit2 · 3 months

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Realistic Ace Trappola + Headcanons

Ace headcanons + realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

Okay so getting straight into it, this is my first post about my headcanons and realistic versions of twisted wonderland characters and the first one being introduced is *drumroll* Ace Trappola! Ace fans, you eating good tonight my chickies (that sounds so weird if u dont think of chickens right away LMFAO).

Sidenote: When headcanoning Ace and all my other characters, I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

So for Ace, its evident that I gave him acne due to reasoning such as his diet (fav food being cherry pie and mentioning his liking towards burgers) plus he is literally a teen boy that also has no women in his life and stereotypically the mother is the one to bring up looks as an issue, so without this Ace probably would have never gotten the right treatment for his acne.

He’s already a red head so I added on that by giving him freckles. Also, it's known that redheads are more prone to acne, so another note as to why I gave him acne.

For his features for a realistic rendition, I went with a heart shaped face (because Ace’s card suit is hearts) but his widow's peak is hidden beneath his bangs. He has a snub nose shape which is quite round and slightly upturned. He has thicker eyebrows cause we all know bro don’t give a shit about his appearance.

For his hair I went wild, it's extremely fluffy, a bit curly and like shoulder length when wet. Bro has had like two haircuts his whole life and probably smells foul. I also tried to keep to the original style pretty closely without it looking really weird like bro came straight out of an anime.

I didn't draw the bodies for any of them but Ace is more lanky with long legs and a rectangular body shape, but he has pretty big feet and hands.

Yeah and he's got a light British accent gang I’m sorry 😭 – he uses slang often as well.

Without & With Face Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Okay so Ace is one of the very first characters we meet in the game and a good one at that, a lot of people just put him in the category of “dumb friend with one brain cell”, and yes that's kinda true but every person had a reason to be the way they are due to personal experiences. We know in canon that Ace has always lived with his father and older brother but due to the literally no backstory on his mum, I’m saying his parents are divorced which he has much more time with his dad, also by his mannerism being so straight to the point and not sugar coated, this could be due to him being raised in an only male household. Which could also hint to why he “didn't feel committed” to his former relationship in middle school, he was so new to this type of love and got scared. After all he is just a teen, cut my boy some slack. (#1 Ace defender)

Due to this relationship with his mother and seeing how his parents fell out of love, fought or similar, he’s very bad with women which is why he has only male friends. The only way he would have a girlfriend (or woman friend) is if they were not sensitive to his zero-filter way of speaking and even tell him off for it. (not me doing this since my yuusona is a girl 💀)

It's still mentioned that the whole family gets together around holidays (although this could possibly just mean his grandma and such and not the mothers side) so maybe the divorce wasn't messy and they just didn't love each other anymore, which happens all the time with quick relationships.

Ace is also pretty immature and not into deep and emotional conversations which is common with teen boys (especially around his age group). So not trying to hate, but all those scenarios made up with him comforting the reader and helping them feel better, in reality, he probably wouldn’t have gotten why you're so sad and not really know how to comfort you. Which is completely fine! He's not fully grown in body or mind and people need to accept this.

He definitely makes your mum jokes and sex jokes, bro cannot stop himself laughing when a teacher says anything sex related. He's highly competitive and will sulk if he loses a basketball game or bet with a friend.

Also despite being not very empathetic (not on purpose though), he appreciates the little things. For example, he’d appreciate you remembering his birthday or always having a spare pencil for him in class as you know he always loses his. He really appreciates those friends and even though he lacks in some areas, he will always protect them and stay by their side no matter what.

In conclusion, he's just some teen boy who's still learning about life and people. I had a lot of fun making the realistic design and giving him more depth as a character and I'll be doing this for the rest of the cast and after that maybe side characters?? Only if you guys want it though, I’ll also one day release my yuusona 😞. (she’s my queen get ready yall (hi i’m the 10/10 editor and assistant 😋)) (together, we are big brain)

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF ACE OR ANY OTHER CHARCTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitied to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

Hope you enjoyed my take on realistic Ace and my headcanoning!

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Something Stupid like 'I love you'.

- eventually chuuran (and reader)

- slowburn enemies to lovers

- gender neutral reader (gn!reader)

- will have multiple chapters

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Something Stupid like ‘I love you.’

Another horrible morning on your way to the stupid place people call work, the’Armed Detective agency’. Which, you think is the most stupid, unimportant place in the world. The people you work with the most is a sadistic doctor, two siblings complicated relationship, a maniac, a guy who needs anger management, a guy who looks like he should be retired, children, and an orphan. And, worst of all, a narcissistic childish brat called Ranpo Edogwa, who just swears he’s the best person in the world. And worst of all? Everyone at your godforsaken work decides to support him!

And the enemy of your stupid work is equally horrible. It’s ran by a lolicon, has abused kids, a controlling “mother”, emo siblings, fangirl, grown man with a bowl cut, a ginger. And worst there? Another dude with anger issues, who’s short as can be, has a haircut that looks like a five year old is his barber, another ginger, and wears the lolicon’s old hat. Chuuya Nakahara. He has mood swings like crazy, and is completely insufferable. Both of these guys make your life miserable, except they really don’t try to…

Well, Ranpo totally tries to get on your nerves. But he’s just naturally a brat. And Chuuya has anger issues for days, but that’s also just how he is. So, why do they annoy you so much in particular? They make you feel weird, just them too. You’d never admit it, but the feeling was….

Oh. You’re here. You could tell by the sudden candy wrapper on the ground, you looked to the right, and the Armed Detective Agency building was there, so was Ranpo. One hand on his hip while the other was on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth, eyes closed like always. Your eyes changed to look at him, side glancing, and quickly became more annoyed just at the sight of him.

“Why are you here?”

He snickered, ready to make some smart comment. ‘I work here’, ‘because I’m the greatest detective’. He seriously thought that he was the best, better than everyone, and that everyone envied him. That’s how he is.

“Because I, the greatest detective Ranpo Edogwa, work at the Armed Detective Agency.”

You made a ‘tsk’ sound, as you clacked your tongue down. Not looking at him anymore, he responded exactly like you imagined. In fact, since he’s so “smart”, he probably knew you thought he’d say that, and said that just to annoy you. You were just about to step inside of the building- why would you want to be near him? Especially when he’s making his stupid smart comments. But, no. He decided he wasn’t done yet, and grabbed you by the sleeve.

“They aren’t here yet. They’re in the cafe.”

You rolled your eyes at that, what was he playing at? Why would he help you? He’s too annoying- too bratty, to do that. Or, as he puts it, “too great”- not that he is. You looked towards him again, head turned instead of the measly side glance like before. Deciding to play at his game, and to let him get what he wants. To be honest, it was really just to stop him from whining like a little kid by the end of it.

“All of them? Then why are you here?”

“I went to get my candy, and didn’t know where to go.”

Theres another thing that ticks you off. He, as a grown man, oldest in the Armed Detective Agency- doesn’t know how to get from one place to another. How do you, as a twenty-six year old, not know how to get from one place to another? If you’re so great then lead yourself to the cafe for gods sake.

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

True, what does he expect you to do? Lead him there? As if you’d ever lead someone as annoying as him to the cafe.

“Lead me.”

You could almost feel how happy he was with himself for saying that. He knows you despise him, he knows he’s the worst in the world to you. He just purposely annoys you because you don’t see his “greatness”, it’s ironic.

“What would ever make you think I’d lead you?”

His eyes finally opened, oh how nice of him to let his eyes fall onto yours. It’s the least he could do anyways… But, as if he’d overwork his “ever so great self”, wouldn’t want to have the greatest detective tired, would we? He gave some stupid smirk, as if he could already tell how upset you’re gonna be. He only knows how to make you look dumb and him look even smarter just cause he planned all of this out already. He planned on how to make you look, and seem, as stupid as possible.

“Because Tanizaki locked the door, so you’d be stuck here with me if you don’t. Now lead me.”

He’s really just so annoying. He’s the kinda dude who’d purposely annoy you your whole life just to amuse himself and make himself look even better. He stopped smirking, and just stared at you with his baby puke colored eyes. You groaned, before walking away from the door, clearly having an annoyed walk, you couldn’t make it anymore obvious. The steps were angry, yet slow where it didn’t make you look stupid- just mad. He did some little jump like a five year old, then started following you. One hand now holding the lollipop in it, other fixing his hat.

He watched you walk in front of him, as if he was fascinated… with how horrible you are, obviously. Seriously, who gets that upset just over having to lead the worlds greatest detective? You should be honored! You should thank him! This should be an amazing thing to you, thats how stupid people like you should feel when he tells them to lead him somewhere. Who do you think you are to get mad cause’ you have to do something for the smartest man in the world?

The lolipop went back in his mouth, he stopped fixing his hat. He also had picked up the candy wrapper off of the ground from earlier. No, not out of the goodness of his heart. Just to look at the candy wrapper, and mess around with it. Annoying crinkles from it were heard from behind you, he was probably just trying to annoy you again. He looooves seeing stupid people upset, stupid people like you. The crinkling continued, louder and louder. You eventually got fed up, and spoke in a somewhat louder voice than your usual one, as you side glanced behind you to look at the annoying, horrible man.

“Would you just shut up already?”

He snickered again. Great. What an amazing and communicative response. Really gave you a good answer. You rolled your eyes again, is that all you can do? Stopped by the door entrance, he took this as the perfect opportunity to put the crinkled up, germ ridden, candy wrapper trash, in your shirt. Just from the back, as if it was the most funny and rude thing in the world. He’s so amused and confident with his actions, he happily hummed to himself as he closed his eyes while walking into the cafe with all of the other memberers of this stupid agency.

You were about to walk away, but no. Ranpo had decided to drag you in, your eyes angrily shot to the annoying mastermind infront of you, but your eyes only met the back of his head. You then had also realized, one of the cafe ladies had seen you walk in. Now you didn’t want to make yourself seem rude, or pouty, so you stopped whining. Smiled at the lady softly, just to be slammed down in a seat at the bench of a table, where Ranpo was. So he’s not done annoying you yet? How nice of him.

“Aren’t you happy to be in the cafe with the greatest detective in the world?”

“No.”

“Rude.”

He also completely hated this, but as long as you’re upset, he’s happy. So he just had his chin rest on the palm of his hand, as he looked at the cafe area, where their usuals were being made. Ranpo was getting his usual of the sugariest treat they have there, and the sugariest candy filled drink they have too. Yours was being made too, you got one snack/treat and a drink. If you looked from behind Ranpo (which you wouldn’t, you don’t want to see Ranpo at all), you would see Dazai snickering. He probably took part of this, maybe cause Kunikida couldn’t come today. Whatever.

A lady came over and put what you two normally get on the table, you moved as far away from Ranpo as possible as you ate. He ignored it, and happily ate his sugary junk while his eyes were closed. He completely ignored you now that sweets was in the question, no wonder he’s single. You eventually finished your food, you had to make sure you didn’t look at him or else you’d not be able to finish it at all. You took the drink, and looked out the window, not looking at him at all. He took note of this, and said,

“You’re supposed to agknowledge me.”

You looked at him for once, clearly unhappy by that statement. He dragged you here, against your will, and still has the nerve to complain about you not wanting anything to with it, or him? And he swears he’s smart, if he really is that smart- why can’t he just leave you alone for once?

“Oh I’m sorry, princess. How is your food?”

“Was that that hard to do?”

“Yes.”

He rolled his eyes this time, before quickly changing his attitude. He happily hummed, and went back to his sweets. You sighed, and looked out the window again.

You’re gonna be here for a while, huh?

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povlvr · 1 year

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8 • Savoury Encounters | YLGSE

Pairing: Mob Boss Bucky x Baker Reader

Summary: Getting your mind off the Mob Boss proves harder than it looks, a welcomed distraction comes from a new staff member downloading Tinder but will the date go well?

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, love bombing, betrayal, swearing, slightly horny thoughts, Mob Boss Bucky, Mob Business, stalking,

A/N: Thank you all for reading, I am never going to get over Seb’s look for the Sharper premier, it was everything I never knew I needed so I had to use the picture!!

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After the late-night kitchen rendezvous you needed to get your mind off the mobster, anything to help stop yourself over analysing why you had been incredibly turned from your last encounter & why you kissed him back whenever his lips had touched yours, you weren’t willing to give him a pass on his behaviour, but your lips really couldn’t deny that you wanted him.

A welcomed distraction came in the form of MJ, Peter’s wonderfully obtuse girlfriend who needed a job & just like her boyfriend she was way too smart to be working for you, however you snapped up her offer of assistance like it was gold dust. The sheer relief in having two such capable staff members meant you could actually leave the bakery during day light hours, finally return home at the end of the day & attempt to sort out your life somewhat.

Having Peter around really didn’t help your attempts to build you walls back up when it came to Bucky, especially with him constantly talking about the mobster paying for his tuition & what a good guy he was for doing it, thankfully MJ having been caught up with everything that happened between you would steer his enthusiasm back to less touchy subjects for you.

You appreciated her unwavering stance that you could do better, most evenings she opted to stay after Peter had done the deliveries to sit with you as you prepped for the following day, helping when needed & meddling in your love life when not. Tinder had been downloaded to your phone after three days of her working in the bakery, she’d sit & swipe, let you dictate messages & ignore others on your behalf as though she was your dating fairy god mother.

Bucky wisely kept himself scarce, as requested the gifts stopped, a polaroid of the Mobster handing over a big novelty cheque to the children’s hospital arrived, you couldn’t help the smile taking over your face & perhaps keeping it on your desk probably wasn’t the best idea but he looked so grumpy & ridiculous in equal measures. Of course the flowers kept arriving, those were non-negotiable, but you didn’t much mind, it kept the bakery nicely topped up & your living space full of the joys of spring even if you didn’t quite feel it.

With business running smoothly you finally had time to focus on the absolute state of yourself, you decided to have an afternoon away from the bakery to indulge in a well needed manicure & haircut, annoyingly when it came to pay, Bucky had somehow already taken care of it, you wondered if you should you text him to say thank you? Another welcomed distraction to keep you from reaching for your phone was the Pilates class you had booked in an attempt to fix all the tension & knots in your muscles from the last few weeks of stress.

When you arrived at the studio the session was completely empty, there was just you & Sage your instructor which suited you just fine, she was expensive but the best, a one on one lesson felt like an absolute treat & she graciously tailored the workout to your ailments seen as though it was just the two of you.

After about 10 minutes of adjustments & stretches you heard the door to the studio open, you were concentrating on your manoeuvre with your leg high in the air supported by the stirrup, in warriors pause with your face angled down holding your core tight to stop you slipping.

The sight of two large feet appeared in your peripheral vision, they almost looked comical in the Pilates socks with the toes all separated wiggling under your gaze, you didn’t mind sharing the session of course, but they were standing far too closely for your liking, you kept your head down minding your business until the familiar scent hit you, it was unmistakable; spice, woods, peat, James.

‘Bunny.’

Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge him he wouldn’t actually be there? It wasn’t a good plan, but it was all you had, you weren’t so lucky of course & you felt his finger hook under your chin lifting it up to face him, there the pools of ocean were, staring at you hungrily, the crystal blue eyes you had missed … not missed, nothing’d … you nothing’d him.

Despite the socks, the sight before you was frustratingly hot, his usual suit was replaced with a black skin tight muscle tee, giving you the perfect view of his tattoo’d arm & firm abs, the basketball shorts however, were far too loose for your liking, surely Pilates should have a lycra only policy, for safety reasons?

‘Kind of concentrating here James.’ You voice strained as you worked to hold the machine steady, one slip & you’d fall flat on your face.

‘Can see that Sugar, just wanted to see those beautiful eyes.’

Sage came to your rescue slapping his arm away from you & ordering him to his area, you shot him a warning look, so that he would behave around the instructor, the last thing you wanted was to be banned from the only exercise you could stand. He positioned himself on his own apparatus, of course he was a natural & needed very few adjustments compared to you & of course he stared constantly at you making no subtleties about adjusting himself in his shorts when you happened to glance over, chuckling to himself as you rolled your eyes.

Coming to the end of your session you could almost forget who was next to you, once you had managed to block out his very audible grunting, did it turn you into a feral mess? Yes. Would you let it bother you? Also yes, but it wasn’t going to make you crumble, until he started to talk to you.

‘How’ve you been sweetheart.’

‘Fine.’

He chuckled at your very sharp response, he didn’t miss the subtle clenches & the imperceptible gulps after every groan he let out, you were flustered & he was going to make sure to capitalise on it, ‘Heard you finally have another pair of hands.’

‘I do.’

‘Working out for ya?’

‘Yep.’

‘Your hair looks nice.’

Your head shot to the side to glare at him angrily, he surrendered his hands, ‘Just sayin’, glad you’re taking care of yourself.’

‘Would have got a colour if I knew you were paying.’

‘Go back Sugar I’ll make sure there’s an appointment free.’

You cursed yourself for the corner of your mouth betraying you by almost smiling, he just looked so enthused & eager to please. Doubling down you stopped what you were doing folding your arms in somewhat of a huff ‘What you doing here Bucky?’

‘Working out, been in a few scuffles lately, really thrown out my balance.’

You rolled your eyes at his excuse, ‘& conveniently we so happen to be in the same place at the same time, all alone too;’

‘I hadn’t noticed.’

‘Sure you didn’t.’

‘What can I say, when you’re in the room all I can focus on is you.’

Damn he’s smooth.

‘Shame the same can’t be said for when I’m not in the room, hmm?’

The cockiness faltered on his face at your dig, then a little smirk right in the corner of his mouth appeared, he loved you challenging him & that you weren’t afraid to stand up to him. Dismounting his apparatus, he wiped down his glistening face, then approached crouching down in front of you, clutching your face as was customary when he was within touching distance.

‘I can’t begin to convey how sorry I am for that Bunny, I know I can’t take it back, but I can certainly show you that it will never happen again.’ The sincerity in his eyes captivated yours & his tongue darting out to wet his lips thoroughly had you in a trance. He stood you up & wrapped his arms around you in a tight firm hug, it felt incredibly comforting after a few weeks of feeling so unsettled, despite him being the one that caused it all a win was a win & a hug was a hug & he was so good at them.

It felt incredible to have you in his arms again, he was trying to be patient & give you space but the thought of you in your Pilates outfit, bending over, stretching was too tempting to pass up so he booked all the slots in your session that were free, then got Clint to pay off the others so he’d have you all to himself & now you were here, in his arms. He could easily take another step & kiss you, but he didn’t want to push his luck & told himself you would make the move when you wanted it, it wasn’t fair on you to get so serious so quickly.

Instead he kissed your temple softly & with a ‘I’ll see you soon Bunny’ slipped out the studio.

Discombobulated, that’s what he made you, from afar you could keep your composure, but up close you melted & then cursed yourself for it, why did he have to smell so good, why did he have to look so perfect all the time & why did he look even hotter with cuts & bruises?

All you were doing was getting him out your system, a simple dinner date with a Tinder match you had been talking with, or more accurately MJ had been talking with so there was no need to be nervous. Micky, … no Mike sounded & looked nice enough, but you just weren’t feeling it, cursing yourself for being hung up on someone who you shouldn’t be, you needed a pallet cleanse because said some set your body on fire whenever you thought about him, surely that would stop eventually, right?

You waited outside the restaurant for him to show up, your dress was cute, not too slutty not too boring, the perfect first date outfit you had picked out the day before, an outfit that Bucky somehow paid for. You didn’t quite know how he managed to orchestrate paying for literally anything you had to buy since the ménage à trois on his lap in the club, it was slightly impressing you at this point that whenever you went to check out you would be told the item had been paid for courtesy of Mr Barnes, groceries, coffees, tampons all bought & paid for by James.

You felt guilty he was buying your outfit for a date & even more guilty for wearing the emerald necklace but damn it, it went with everything & you know what fuck him, it serves him right. Your feelings towards him were a rollercoaster most of the time & you were beginning to own it, if he wanted to waste his money on you, so be it.

A subtle cough brought you out of your internal debating about the Mob Boss & you were met with your date stood in front of you, he was handsome enough, shorter than his profile let on & shorter than you would usually go for, but he had a kind smile & generally nice presence about him.

‘Wow, you are a knock out, they’ll be asking me how much I’m paying for ya.’

Your eyes went wide at the insinuation.

‘…. Not that you look like a hooker, just you are way outta my league.’

He was practically red as a tomato as he continued spluttering out words, you’d stop him, but you were speechless & not in a good way.

‘… not that there’s anything wrong with hookers, you just aren’t one … that I know of.’

You giggled, more so out of awkward pity than because it was funny, MJ was getting a text at the first possible second you could send it & if it got any worse you’d hit code red for Wanda to ring you with an emergency.

‘Relax, it’s fine, I knew what you meant.’ You gestured to the door, ‘shall we?’

He powered ahead letting himself through the door & barely kept it open for you as he walked into the restaurant, by no means were you old fashioned & expected men to open doors for you or even a staunch feminist who insisted on opening them yourself, but if you’re on a date you thought you should at least make sure you keep it open, otherwise it’s just rude. You brain was fighting the urge to compare & contrast him to Bucky, a man who literally sulked when you opened a door for yourself once before he had chance to hop out of the car & do it for you.

Still, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was nervous & didn’t realise you nearly face planted the glass, the restaurant was a quaint Italian family run business, they were always your favourite type of places with the best kind of food, so you loved the suggestion & of course looked ahead on the menu to decide on what you were having. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the memo & when the waitress came to get your drink orders he swooped in & decided you were both having the set menu with water.

Your shoulders slumped & you knew this would be a long night, how the hell could MJ think you would be compatible with the guy who ordered the set menu? You’d happily pay the bill if it meant you got the garlic rosemary ravioli & a nice glass of wine, maybe you should have offered before he opened his stupid mouth.

Bucky had been sat watching the entire night, from the awkward meeting outside where he was sure he called you a hooker to the absolute cheap skate option inside, you were lowering your standards for him so he was on the brink of threatening to break the guy’s fingers to make him reach into his dust filled wallet & treat you how you should be treated. Instead, he took the high road, telling the waitress on her way to the kitchen to ignore what the chump ordered for you, he was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he was doing the exact same as your date by ordering your food for you, but after countless conversations he knew you would skip the starter, pick the ravioli & have two deserts plus a crisp white wine to compliment the main.

He settled the bill with a generous tip adding a full bottle of wine extra for top ups, you look like you would need it with Mark, the accountant who made less than you, played squash every Tuesday & masturbated to missionary porn once a week. Peter had run a background check on him despite trying to protest that you’d be mad at him, all that came up was a parking ticket when he was 19, the only thing he was guilty of was having the audacity to message you, he was far too tame & vanilla for you, you needed fire.

You were already bored with the very dull conversation on offer when the waitress approached, she practically slammed a glass of water by him & then your eyes lit up as a very full glass of wine was placed gently in front of you.

Your date almost looked incensed at the mistake like it was the end of the world if you had a glass of wine, ‘She didn’t order this, we’re not paying for it.’

You scoffed at the we’re, if we’re paying for it, you better believe I’m going to be drinking it pal.

The waitresses very sour expression towards him turned almost gleeful as she said ‘I believe the bill has already been settled.’

Your blood ran somewhat cold, not chilly enough to forgo tasting the drink sat in front of you of course, but your eyes darted around the restaurant over the glass as subtly as possible until they landed on a pair of azure ones staring at you, their owner looking mightily pissed off. Your face muscles were working overtime to stifle your smile as you enjoyed the crisp fresh cold delight you had been served, you didn’t know why he was there, or how he knew you were there, but you were going to find out, was it weird you were looking forward to shouting at him?

The waitress added with a smirk, ‘Your meal has been changed to the à la carte menu.’

Mike looked angrier & angrier at you, like you had secretly switched his choices to the expensive ones, ‘Why, what is going on, who the hell switched it?’

You took a big swig of the liquid in your glass for a bit of courage before dabbing the corners of your mouth with your napkin & getting up from the table, ‘Excuse me for a second will you, just need to wash my hands before we eat.’

Walking towards the bathroom you knew you would pick up a shadow on the way, were you even mad? You didn’t know the honest answer, the dullness of the date certainly had taken an interesting turn & there might have been a sight thrill running through your veins at the prospect of another encounter with the Mob Boss but on the other hand him showing up everywhere was entering stalker territory & that needed to stop.

You didn’t even have time to berate him before he pinned you against the wall, ‘Him? Really Bunny?’

‘Don’t fucking start Bucky, what the fuck are you doing here?’

‘Making sure you’re being treated properly; you wanted the ravioli right?’

He looked so smug as he leaned in, practically connecting your mouths as you were pressed into the wall & that magnetism you felt pulled you to the brink of just surrendering to it, you wanted him to just take you at this point, you could feel your whole-body pulsing from the anticipation. The waitress stood watching & you didn’t even care, he could have fucked you against the wall & you’d let her watch if it meant you could have him at that very second. What was wrong with you?

You nodded, noses brushing & despite you trying your best to not encourage his crazy behaviour you threw him a bone, ‘thank you for the food & the wine.’

‘Will always take care of you sweetheart, I’m letting you have your space Bunny & letting you have your fun but know that I’m not happy about this. I think you enjoy torturing me, I told you you’re mine.’ He closed the gap & finally connected your lips in a heated exchange, you should have pushed him away, you should have stopped yourself moaning into his mouth & clutching his face in your hands, but you didn’t, you allowed him to take over until you finally pulled away.

‘Crashing my date isn’t giving me space.’ You gestured to the table raising your brow ‘& you call that fun?’ You slipped out of his grasp & walked back to your date without so much of a glance back in his direction knowing he wouldn’t be far behind.

There was no way in hell Bucky would let you have the last word after that scorching kiss, that pathetic cheap skate you were with needed to know you were off limits so he was hot on your tail weaving through the restaurant, the satisfaction of seeing Miles’ face freeze in fear was more satisfying than it would be killing him.

With not so much of an invite he pulled out a chair & sat down next to you at the table, ‘Enjoying yourselves?’

Glancing towards him you gritted your teeth, yeah, the date was boring & you’d never see him again, but you didn’t want him getting himself killed for saying the wrong thing, ‘Bucky, be nice.’

‘Why? Wasn’t behaving back there was I Bunny?’

You swiftly elbowed him in his side.

‘Who’s Bunny?’

Bucky clenched his jaw that the imbecile dared speak in his presence, ‘The stunning woman you somehow think you’re good enough to go with on a date with, doesn’t she look beautiful tonight? Forgot to tell you earlier Sugar, the dress, the hair, the necklace, exquisite.’

‘Ye-yes she does, still don’t understand the Bunny.’

As monotone & menacing as possible he spat out, ‘Her bakery is called Honey Bunny’s Bakery.’

‘I – I didn’t know.’ You closed your eyes at that admission, you’re on your own Miles, told you about 3 times.

‘You didn’t know it was called that or you didn’t know she had a bakery.’ It suddenly felt like an interrogation, you wondered what was wrong with you for being so attracted to his absolute dominance over another man.

‘th … the second one.’

He fully turned to you, ‘Jesus, I’ll say it again, him really?’

You were trying not to smile at the incredulous expression on his face or the inflection in his voice, ‘Enough James, leave us to our date & I will see you soon.’

‘Music to my ears gorgeous.’ He leaned down pressing a kiss on the top of your head & you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he left with a panty dropping wink.

You turned back to Mike, the awkwardness even more awkward than ever, silence hung over you both before you spoke up, ‘Sorry about that, just ignore him’

‘Spend a lot of time with Mob Bosses?’

‘I aim not to, he can’t take no for an answer.’

‘Clearly. How do you know him?’

You sighed, you came on this date to try & distract yourself yet somehow were now being questioned about him, ‘It’s a long story.’

The waitress was back handing him the pate starter, you shuddered at the thought of eating it, thanking the food gods for Bucky switching your order.

He suddenly looked smug & it didn’t suit his face at all, ‘Didn’t even bother to get you a starter.’

You nodded, ‘mm-huh, he knows I wouldn’t want one.’ You resisted crossing your arms in an annoyed huff for thinking Bucky didn’t know you well enough to order you one, why were you so defensive about him all of a sudden?

‘So he knows you well?’

You shrugged, yes, ‘No, not that well, he just pays attention.’

‘Well you’re missing out this is incredible.’

You didn’t do a good job of hiding the disgust on your face at him calling meat paste incredible, as he crunched it through his teeth on the French toast, each to their own but really? MJ was officially fired as your dating fairy godmother.

The rest of the date was as dull as dishwater, he was just so bland & you noticed the judgemental eyes when the two desserts landed on the table that Bucky had ordered & you subsequently devoured. You felt like slapping him across the face with the fact that you own a bakery, you make desserts for a living so of course you like to try as many as possible for inspiration & you didn’t need him assessing your figure like he was calculating some kind of equation about cakes eaten to the power of body weight divided by age in which she’ll let herself go, ugh.

Standing on the sidewalk in the brisk air you were planning your getaway, ‘Thanks for a nice night’

‘Hmm yeah. Look. I’ve been thinking it over & I think it’s best if we leave it here.’

You weren’t at all bothered at the thought it never seeing his boring ass again but pretty pissed that you didn’t get to tell him that first.

He must have thought you were struggling to comprehend it as you seethed internally, ‘Yeah I mean I don’t want to end up missing a finger or be found in the Hudson. Your Bucky Barnes’ girl.’

‘I am not his girl. Don’t listen to him’ why were you sounding like you were desperate & wanted another date, you absolutely didn’t but didn’t want him to have the final say, you wanted to be the dumper not the dumpee.

‘Who gave you the necklace?’

You rolled your eyes, ‘Him. Why does that matter?’

‘Look you’re nice & all but just not work the risk, maybe if you were a bit more interesting you would be, but you aren’t.’

He practically ran away down the street, You. We’re. Pissed & needed to shout at someone, there was only one person on your radar that very moment.

You flew in his office, not bothering to knock or to be welcomed in, there was a drink poured waiting for you & you were on the brink of throwing it at him, instead you downed it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you gasped & grimaced from the taste.

He stood in his all-black outfit, the turtleneck with the tailored suit was a lethal combination, without the trench coat he had on earlier you could see the shape of his physique better & with his beard growing out wonderfully he looked the sexiest you’d seen him. You suddenly regretted coming, being alone in his office wasn’t the best idea especially when just the sight of him made you want to get down on your knees.

You powered through those thoughts, ‘This is my actual life, not some fucking movie James, you need to accept that I said no & stop whatever it is that you’re doing. The paying for everything, showing up everywhere, threatening my dates, it’s got to stop.’

‘No.’

‘It’s not a question. We’re not children James, you can’t just pull my pigtails for attention & expect me to come running.’

He reached out to pull you closer, ‘You into that sort of thing Sugar, I can tug on your hair til you’re screaming.’

‘Don’t.’ You managed to keep him at bay, arm’s length, arm’s length, arm’s length.

‘Come on Bun, give me a break, I see someone with my girl I’m not going to sit & do nothing especially when he’s not treating her right, did he call you a hooker?’

‘Firstly, I’m not your girl, so don’t even go there, & the hooker thing was because he was nervous & insinuated people would think he paid for me, that wasn’t even the worst bit.’

‘What did he do?’

‘Said I wasn’t interesting enough to take the risk of being with me, like I’d waste my time on him.’

‘I’ll fucking kill him.’

‘No, you won’t. If you hadn’t have turned up, I wouldn’t have gone on another date with him, he wasn’t good enough for me.’

‘Well, we can all agree on one thing, don’t pretend you didn’t like me happening to be there, switching your food & our kiss.’

‘So, you just happen to be there? hmm why were you even there & the truth, you couldn’t have seen him call me a hooker from inside the restaurant.’

‘Ok, don’t get mad, I’ve been having a couple of my men keep tabs on you, just so I know you’re safe.’

You stepped further back from him, mind in overdrive trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that had been bugging you all week, it suddenly all made sense, ‘That’s how you kept paying for my appointments & clothes.’

‘Gotta say Bunny it took a lot not to lose it knowing I was paying for a dress for a date with another man, in fact, take it off so I can throw it in the fire, you’re not wearing that again.’

‘Don’t you even dare try & say something like that to me, did I ask you to buy it for me? Jesus what is wrong with you? One day you’re nice & normal & then the next a stalking possessive weirdo.’

‘It’s not stalking if I don’t do it personally Bunny.’

‘Of course it is you idiot, you’re telling me you’ve never stopped by & watched me at work?’

He stepped closer, eyes darkening as he yet again pulled you into him, brushing your hair behind your ear, leaning in, ‘Of course I have.’

‘See stalker.’

‘Oof you’re smart, just making sure you’re safe, can’t sleep if I don’t know you’re safe, you really shouldn’t take the subway, let me get you a driver.’

You shook your head again fighting yourself not to smile, ‘How can you say such nice things & at the same time be so widely inappropriate.’

‘You drive me crazy Sugar.’

‘Ditto.’

Your mouths found each other, frantically devouring one another like they were your last moments on earth, hands roaming around, feeling like he was too close yet not close enough, you needed to leave before you gave in completely.

His face looked pained when you pulled away, chasing your lips with his to taste you that second longer but you managed to evade them shaking your head & returning to your senses. ‘I should go.’

It felt like déjà vu seeing MJ bright eyed & bushy tailed waiting outside the bakery to hear the gossip from your date & as much as you were trying not to, you were missing Yelena. MJ & Peter were a literal god send & incredibly fun to work with, their dynamic complimented yours completely but sometimes, you needed someone to boss you into doing tasks you were avoiding or someone to tell you to get a grip.

‘So, how’d it go?’

You crouched down to unhook the roller shutters, straining as you wiggled the latch whilst explaining your catastrophically disastrous evening to the person somewhat responsible, ‘Let’s see, he insinuated I was a hooker, ordered the set menu & water for me, Bucky showed up & reordered my meal but there was wine that time, he both annoyed & impressed me that he got it spot on, so that bit was fine I guess, then when I went to shout at him, he pinned me against a wall, kissed me, paid for the meal, then made it clear to Miles ..’

‘Mike.’

‘Yeah Mike, that I was his so stay away & then the guy, who was the worst by the way proceeded to tell me I wasn’t worth the hassle then ran away. Literally took off down the street as fast as his shorter than advertised legs could carry him.’

She grimaced as you finished off rattling off the disastrous evening, ‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah, then I stormed into the Mob Boss’ office, shouted at him, he told me he stalks me in not so many words, we kissed again, I left & here I am.’

Just as you finished your rant you opened the door to the bakery, squinting in the darkness you could see something wasn’t right, your foot hit something not quite solid not quite soft, blindly feeling for the panel you turned on the switch & illuminated the bakery.

The entire floor was covered in bouquets of flowers, on every single surface there was a floral display of some sort, every type of flower available to man upon your initial assessment, somehow amongst the chaos you could tell there was a disproportionate amount of your favourite flowers compared to the rest.

‘I don’t think we need to guess as to who did this?’

You laughed, ‘Clearly Mikey’

‘Mike.’

‘Yeah him. Jesus, definitely not Bucky.’

‘Now seems like a good time to see if you can get him to pay for my tuition too, the man has got it bad.’

‘I’ll see what I can do.’ You laughed trying to wrap your mind around what you were looking at & how you could deal with it. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck are we meant to do with all of these flowers? There’s barely any room to move.’

MJ stood working out a path she could take to the counter knowing turning the coffee machine & making you one was the priority while you got your plan sorted in your head, ‘You don’t seem very mad, I can see your smile trying to escape, don’t pretend it isn’t.’

‘It’s not from happiness, I am freaking out right now.’

‘How did he even get in?’

‘Peter?’

‘No, he tries not to tell him anything when he rings everyday to check on you.’ MJ slapped her hand across her mouth like it was some sort of secret, of course he did. You had thought maybe Peter was the one telling him where you were going all the time, so that he could ring ahead & pay but after the conversation the previous night you knew differently, maybe they were still watching.

‘I guessed he was a mole the second he turned up the day after Bucky had his lap dance.’

‘What we gonna do with all these? there’s no room for customers.’

You stood tapping your head, as though a plan would formulate by magic, ‘Ok first things first, we run a promotion free flowers with every coffee if people want them, I’ll update the sign outside. Ring Peter, he can deliver some to the hospital & to the old folks place who order from us a lot, we’ll keep a few in here but the majority can go outside the front for people to take & then I’ll take a few for upstairs.’

‘On it boss,’ her phone was at her ear instantaneously as you slowly tried to create a path to any areas you needed.’ When you managed to gain entrance to your office the biggest bouquet sat on your desk with yet again another note & black velvet box.’

‘Bunny, I didn’t mean to upset you by, in my own way trying to keep you safe & taken care of. It’s not my intention to stalk you or make you uncomfortable, I know you don’t want me to come by & visit so it’s my way of making sure you’re ok & to spend that minute of time I wish I could with you, it’s my little moment of peace in the day when I get to look at your beautiful face. Every single petal on every single flower can’t even represent how sorry I am. I will make sure you are always safe, but I will try my best to not cross anymore boundaries when doing so. Please accept these earrings to go with your necklace, don’t think I’ve not noticed that you wear it every day & that very thought keeps my heart beating.’

You wondered how a man could be so entirely sweet one minute & then wildly inappropriate the next, like there was some dark entity within him that came out at night or whenever you challenged him, yes it was hot, but it gave you whiplash most of the time. He was just so intense & it was addictive because you should have been overwhelmed by it all & want to run the other way, but you could feel a part of you fighting out all reasoning & logic to just go with it.

You shook it off, he may be breaching some walls you’d erected but you couldn’t help being pissed off at the extra work of clearing up the shop would take, plus prayed that none of your customers had a pollen allergy, they’d go into anaphylactic shock the second they walked through the front door.

A hectic morning later you finally had some respite, your customers thankfully lapped up the freebies on offer with their orders, you saw fresh faces once word had spread & the number of bouquets had reduced drastically. You slipped out once it had quietened down & plucked a particular bunch off the side, you didn’t visit his grave often, you were surrounded by him everyday enough, talking to him when it got that bit too quiet at night but if ever there were a good excuse it was today.

Of course, Bucky had already been, or whoever flower bombed your existence on his behalf, there on your father’s headstone sat a huge bunch of sunflowers, you were quickly learning that you really couldn’t escape the Mob Boss but is a man who goes to such lengths to prove himself someone you should be escaping?

The smile on your face was the first time you probably had ever felt an ounce of happiness stood there, of course you wish your dad was around to tell you to get a grip of yourself & that he wasn’t good enough for you, but he’d say that of anyone. You found a headstone that looked a little neglected & took the time to remove some of the old flowers & moss that had grown setting down the surplus bunch in your hands, taking a little moment to look over the name & details of who you were giving the flowers to before you headed back to the bakery.

Bucky had stopped by to hopefully drop in when it was a little quieter, he loved that you changed your sign & gave away most of the flowers, everyone said it was a bad idea, but he didn’t care, he knew it would brighten your day a little at least. Somewhat expectedly you nipped out to the graveyard not far from your business, he may have spent a moment with your dad when he lay out the flowers, promising to look after you, to be better & the man you deserved. The smile on your face when you saw them made him almost get out & cash in on the good will but sitting in his car, he realised he didn’t need to, knowing you appreciated the gesture & paid it forward for someone else’s absent loved ones was enough. Before you could spot him, he started his engine & drove away, having been completely micro focused on every expression on your face, your body language & his general fixation on you he was oblivious to the two men in an unmarked car watching him, watching you.

They had seen the day unfold having heard from some sources that the King of Brooklyn had found his Queen, the abundance of flowers & him showing up confirmed the rumours, now all they needed to do was be patient & wait.

Your day was finally coming to a close, you had sent MJ & Peter on a delivery run, the odd customer was floating about & you were fine cleaning around them hoping they’d get the hint that you were closing soon, as you were taking stock of supplies underneath the counter you heard the bell ring, you popped your head up to tell whoever it was that you were closing, but you noticed the empty bakery save for the two gentlemen in pinstripe suits making their way over to you.

A/N

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 months

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Okay, a few questions:

(I know you dont have the answers for most of these but I really enjoy your headcanons)

1 Amun is said to have some talent at finding gifted vampires (while they are human even) how do you think he does that?

2 Do you really think vampires have regular human hair? All vampires would be bald. I mean even just the windshear from running at stupid speeds would eventually make their hair so brittle it would just fall out, and they would just, pull it all out when they are newborn right? Also the nails are vamp grade so why not the hair (I headcanon that alice and rosalie had just spendt a few hours with wirecutters dipped in venom trying to give emmet a more modern haircut at some point, and then he imidietly went out and ‘played with fireworks’ and thats how he burned his hair off in cannon, the ‘wound’ was still fresh and the strands had venom exposed to the air)

3 Are you still doing the monthly writing challenges?

4 Where do you think the ‘soul particle’ is in a vampire? Like you could probably burn the limbs and maybe even the chest whitout killing them but the head needs to be attaced to something for the vampire to be concious? So is it the head? Like in the southern wars would they burn the heads in battle and worry about the bodies after or would they still have to worry about headless bodies rejoining the fight?

X anon

Oh wow, I'm flattered, glad you enjoy the blog.

Amun

Well, like you said, we don't know. We only know what he says in Breaking Dawn and what's mentioned in the guide. However, what we do know to me doesn't indicate a talent so much as Amun is very old and knows what to look for and is also actively looking.

We don't know how he found Demetri but we do know how he found Benjamin. Benjamin was noticeably talented with fire and Amun heard about him, witnessed this, then turned him. Amun in other words, despite being a hermit in the desert, does have his ear to the ground and actively searches out talent much the way that Aro does, by taking a chance on people who look exceptional.

Add to this that Amun has been around Egypt for a very long time and that population and trade in that area has always been extremely large relatively for world population. What I'm getting at is that without having to move around it's not unlikely people with gifts would be in the area with enough time.

It's also telling to me that in thousands of years, thousands past when the Volturi decided gift strike forces were a great idea and everyone had to participate in an arms race, Amun has only found two and he has Benjamin in a death grip.

He immediately went full hermit after Benjamin and is terrified Aro will show up and take him away from him. That speaks to me of how rare it is.

TL;DR Amun's been looking in a highly populated area that has a rich history stretching back thousands of years, he knows what to look for and is willing to take a chance and turn people himself, and he's only ever found two and is horrified he'll lose Benjamin.

Is the Hair Human?

No.

Previous thoughts on vampire hair have been had but I do think it grows (otherwise everyone would be bald), so perhaps grows slowly pace we take into account Bree's adventures and the newborn with a bald spot, and it has to be stronger than our hair or else again everyone would be bald. What it appears to do is only ever stay at the exact same length for reasons.

We also know that it generally looks 'better' than most human hair without the vampire putting in any effort. Victoria's hair per Bella looks great when she's running about the wilderness with no shampoo, conditioner, and probably know hair brushing either.

Bella's hair after a month of starvation is suddenly not only incredibly long but also unbelievably good looking. It should look awful after that experience and should be thinner.

This gets me a lot of flack in this fandom but I subscribe to the magical girl hair theory for vampires.

Are We Still Doing Challenges?

Er, yes, @therealvinelle and I just forgot because the post-holiday daze. We'll post shortly.

What the Fuck is Up with Zombie Vampires

Every time I talk about Biology I say something stupid. I could assume a brain is required for most congition, and that the limbs simply have some nervous response or remote signalling that gets them back to the head, but I honestly don't know.

I'm going to have to cop out.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #amun #benjamin #demetri #vampire biology #meta #headcanon #opinion

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keeryparadise · 2 years

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Front-Seat Driver || K.K.

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Kurt Kunkle x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: You have a blind date tonight, but on your way there, your Spree driver decides he has other plans. (PWP)

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 2.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, PWP, swearing, kidnapping, almost murder, erotophonophilia (murder kink), dacryphilia (crying kink), p in v sex, sex-tape/recording sex, manipulation??, f oral sex, masturbation, fingering.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Way too much exposition skip skip skip no one cares, psycho!Kurt, dom!Kurt, sub!Reader, Kurt slurping up your tears yum yum, Kurt slurping up a lot of your body fluids in fact, Kurt weirdly being an experienced sex God??,

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: No

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Here’s a scrap fic I decided to finish so I have more than one thing posted on here (unedited btw i'm so tired). Kurt isn’t SAing you in this btw,, also sorry I was inactive for forever my computer #broke so I couldn't write for weeks ❤

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Air blows softly from your fan, a slow buzz coming from the corner of your room where the fan sits. A citrus candle melts slowly on a shelf, the flicking flame visible in the corner of your eye.

You look at yourself in the mirror, checking if everything was perfect. Is my hair good enough? Is my makeup smudged? Does this outfit look weird? I think I need more perfume. I’ll spray some more.

You wait nervously for your Spree to arrive, fidgeting with your hair with clammy hands. You bite at some loose skin on your lip and feel yourself holding a breath. You haven’t been on a date in almost a year now, and the fact that it was a blind date didn’t make it any better. Why did you agree to this?

You fidget with your hands, pacing around the room quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. There were a lot of ways.

You hear a horn honk from outside your house. Your Spree is here.

You run to grab your phone and purse and shake the last of your nerves off. You blow out your candle and click the fan off, before starting downstairs. The tap of your heels on the tile floor as you approach the kitchen stress you out. You drink a glass of water, take a deep breath, and leave your house before your Spree cancels.

A light gray car sits idly on your driveway. The blackout windows keep you from seeing who was inside, leaving you a little on edge. The app says his name is Kurt. Your hands fidget as you slowly step toward the car’s back door. You swallow deeply before opening the door.

“Kurt?” you ask. You stand outside the car holding the door open as you await a reply.

You crouch down a little to get a look at his face as he turns around to look at you. With a smile, he speaks, “Yep! I’m Kurt from KurtsWorld96, you probably know me.”

The first thing you notice about him is his unique smile. His eyes and his nose scrunch up and his chin tips up slightly. It was like a little kid’s smile. He has a little kid’s haircut too. It’s shaggy and brown and has uneven bangs.

You furrow your brows as you step hesitantly into his car. You notice cameras on every window.

“I hope you don’t mind the cameras.” He straightens his posture, looking behind him to reverse his car out of your driveway, “I need them for safety reasons. Go ahead and take a bottle of water and relax.”

“I-I’m good,” you stammer. He lets out an exasperated sigh in response.

A few minutes of silence go by of you fidgeting and sweating in the backseat of his car. I don’t think I’ve been nervous like this in a while. Is it hot in here?

His cheery voice interrupts the silence, “Soo… where are you going? Like, I know you’re going to a restaurant, but what are you doing there?” He stammers nervously. You see his thumb start to caress the steering wheel slowly.

“My friend set me up on a blind date.” You start to rub the back of your neck, “I haven’t even been on a normal date in over a year, so I’m super nervous.”

You see the driver’s eyebrow twitch slightly in his mirror, “Well I’m glad you didn’t drink that water then, because I’m also supposed to go on a blind date at that restaurant tonight.”

He’s glad I didn’t drink the water? What?

“I guess it’s a not-so-blind date now.” He chuckles nervously, gripping his steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah.” You fake out a laugh.

I can’t believe this guy is my blind date. He’s so… weird.

You sit in silence for the rest of the drive. A thick and uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence that you know you both can feel. It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Kurt speeds past the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet at.

“Kurt? You just passed the restaurant.”

Kurt gives you a look in his mirror, “I know.”

He presses his foot harder on the gas pedal, and you push back in your seat slightly.

“Kurt, where are we going?” Your knee bounces as you try to study your surroundings through the night’s dark filter.

He tilts his head to the right, “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else instead. Fancy restaurants aren’t really my thing.” He gives the camera a look.

You scoff, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Kurt please turn back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ramen or something.” He gives another look to the camera.

Your face contorts into a confused mess, “Are we going to your house?”

He looks at you again through the mirror, “Yeah obviously, where else would I be taking you?” He rolls his eyes and puts them back on the road.

You kick his seat in frustration, “I don’t know, a park, or maybe the restaurant we were planning to go to in the first place?”

He rolls his eyes, “Just relax, we aren’t even that far from my house now.”

You sit back in your seat, defeated and arms crossed. It’s useless to argue with him now, this man is clearly insane.

After a few more miles, he pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park. He takes his keys out of the ignition and turns around to look at you, “We’re here.” He smiles his stupid little boy smile. He turns back around and grabs his phone from its holder. He opens his car door and steps out, walking up to your door and opening it too, “After you,” he sings sarcastically, waving his arm in a polite way.

You sit still with your arms crossed, refusing to move.

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Come on, get out of the car.”

“No.”

He moves closer to you, reaching his arm over your chest to find the seatbelt, “Come on-”

You push his arms away from you, “No, I’m not getting out!”

He insists, reaching again for the seatbelt, fighting you to get it off. The seat belt clicks, and he starts pulling you out of the car.

“No!” you yell, “Let go of me!”

He’s surprisingly strong and manages to pull you out of the car. You hit your head on the concrete, hard, and you barely have enough time to recover before he picks you up bridal style.

He moves toward the front door with you in his arms and spends a solid minute trying to unlock it without setting you down. He pushes his front door open and carries you to his room. You lay helplessly in his arms, barely conscious.

You hate to admit it, but this is something you’ve fantasized about over and over. Your weird obsession with psychotic characters has corrupted how you think, and you feel almost turned on by this.

“Kurt,” you mutter under your breath, “Kurt, where are we?”

He sets you gently on his bed and kneels next to your helpless body, “We’re in my room.” You see what you think is a smile creep onto his face.

He stands up and walks toward a tripod set up in the center of the room. He places his phone in it and rambles to the camera.

He looks back at you and starts to walk over. He kneels next to his bed to look at you and places a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushes your hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it. He gives you a different smile than usual. A smile with eyes coated in intimacy and eyebrows pressed together with desire. Nothing like that little boy smile you thought was so unique.

He studies you through narrow lids, his hand moving from your cheeks to the deep indent in your waist. The sudden heat on that sensitive spot sends a shock down your legs, and you let out a soft whimper. You squeeze your legs closer together at the sudden heat forming in your pants. Kurt notices, shifting his gaze to your lower half. He looks up at his ceiling, chewing on his lip.

“I was going to kill you,” he looks back down at your face and looks you in your eyes, “but that was before I knew I could make use of you.”

You turn away from him and bury your face in his sheets, letting out a quiet whimper. A single tear leaves your eye and absorbs into the fabric.

Kurt shushes you and caresses the top of your head with his hand. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head and grabs your face violently, that action directly contrasting his gentle kiss. He forces you to look at him in his eyes. You feel another tear forming in the corner of your eye. It falls slowly down your cheek, and Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick it away.

“Salty,” he purrs.

A sudden need for him washes over you, your clit tingling at the thought of your walls wrapped warmly around his erection. You barely even know the guy, but somehow he’s got you wrapped tightly around his finger.

“Fuck me, Kurt,” you whisper in a low, raspy tone.

Kurt flinches backward slightly at your sudden submission and smiles. His hand travels down your stomach and into the opening of your skirt. Two of his fingers slowly massage your clit on top of your panties. You bite back a moan and throw your head back slightly into his pillows. His fingers push their way under the hem of your panties and slowly press themselves through your entrance. A soft moan manages to escape your lips.

“Like that?” he breathes.

You nod shakily and practically beg him on top of you with your eyes. You grab onto his shoulder for support and grind into his curling fingers, pushing yourself in and out hungrily. Breathy moans escape your mouth every time you feel the shockwaves from Kurt’s fingertips curling inside your walls.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you give him a quiet whimper. He pushes you away and stands up, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“You taste so good,” he coos.

You stare up at Kurt and watch him take his shirt off, throwing it carelessly across the room. He steps back toward his bed and mounts himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips and his arms pinning your wrists to the mattress.

Kurt presses your lips together softly. He quickly pulls away, leaving you leaning in, begging for more. Kurt starts moving his lips down your body. He sucks the teary flavor from your cheeks and leaves dark hickies along your neck and collarbone. He pulls your shirt down and sucks on each breast hard. His tongue swirls around each nipple, the wet warmth of his mouth sending a twitch to your legs. Each breast is left with a dark magenta spot where his mouth had just been. He leaves gentle kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your skirt.

Kurt flips your skirt up and kisses each of your thighs. You push your hips up slightly, and he kisses the wet spot on your panties. A gentle finger caresses your clit, teasing you.

He slides your panties off your body and sets each of your legs on his shoulders to get perfect access to his meal. He flicks the tip of his tongue teasingly on your clit, causing you to flinch. He licked his lips and soon Kurt had his face buried between your thighs.

His tongue made laps around your entrance, going in and out slowly. He flicked at your clit causing you to moan his name every time. He kissed and sucked at the fleshy pink and slurped at your juices. Your back arched every time he found your sweet spot, and eventually, he was only going over that spot. Shockwaves sent down your thighs causing you to press your hips closer into his face.

Kurt stops with one last kiss on your clit and crawls back up to your face. He presses his lips onto yours and lets you taste yourself in his mouth. He starts grinding his hips into your body, and you quickly attempt to pull off his belt. You throw his belt across the room and tear off his jeans. Kurt slides his boxers off and frees his growing erection, precum already shining on the tip. You grab his dick and start slowly pumping. Kurt groans into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat.

“Oh God, please just put it in,” you beg breathlessly. You let go of his cock, and he slowly presses himself through your entrance.

You let out a breathy moan at the first insertion, and he starts slowly setting a pace. You feel yourself sinking into his cock. You bang your hips together and you moan Kurt’s name every time he finds your g-spot. Your nails dig into his back, and you pull his hips down harder, swearing and moaning his name desperately.

The both of you are panting and whining by the time he says he’s close.

“Oh god, baby I think I’m close,” he moans, “F-fuck. Keep going, just like that.” He stammers and stutters, barely able to form sentences.

“Me too baby, keep going, please.” You desperately try to press him into you deeper each time, but his thrusts are getting sloppy. Your wetness squelches every time he sinks his dick into you.

“F-fuuck, that’s it,” he cries out, his chest heaving heavily, “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.”

He thrusts faster and faster, getting closer every time. You feel the tingle crawling up your thighs, signaling you’re close.

You throw your head back into the pillows, craving the sweet release. His last thrust hit the spot perfectly, and you’re engulfed in an all-consuming orgasm, your entire vision going white and your vocal cords almost bursting from your last moan.

You feel Kurt’s warm cum fill you up, and the moan he lets out nearly gives you a second orgasm.

His muscles barely hold him up over your body and you can see sweat daring to drip off his chin and splatter on your chest. One does manage to drip off and land right in your cleavage. It almost burns.

He pants heavily over you, not daring to make eye contact. You see strands of hair stuck to his forehead and you push them away revealing his eyes. He fixes his gaze on you, his pupils dilating entirely, and he presses himself into you giving you a sloppy kiss.

He pulls away and lets his head dangle, a hot breath finding its way on your neck. “Fuck, that was good,” he rasped. You manage a weak hum in response.

He slowly slides himself out of you. He can barely balance himself as he stands up and hobbles weakly to his camera. You hear him speak to his audience, but it’s all muffled. Your head still hurts and you’re still experiencing the after-shock of it all.

Kurt turns his camera off and stands over you.

“Want a water?” He asks.

“What?”

“You look exhausted, do you want some water.”

“Okay, sure.”

He goes to the other side of his room and retrieves a bottle of water from a corner of his room. He hands it to you and you drink it slowly.

Huh, it tastes kind of funny.

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[ ❥ ] ~ KEERY PARADISE

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brandyllyn · 11 months

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Lucky Stars

Ezra x GN!Reader

Summary: “And are you a good man?” “I like to believe myself a man of good intentions.” Words: 3.3k.

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Rating: Teen. Warnings: None? Canon injuries.

I asked for some inspiration and Jen came through with “A kiss for luck” with Ezra. Also, I’m like 80% sure I stole an Oscar Wilde joke in here somewhere.

The first time you met Ezra was coincidentally your first time out on the sling. As the drop engineer, your job was to oversee the operations of each drop ship. To ensure ships weren’t dropped into the same flightpath and to time out the release to be sure that all ships could make it safely to their destination at whatever planet was below.

You’d worked a few of the inner rim planets already - mostly dropping pleasure cruisers onto sunny tropical paradises you could never afford to visit. But the money was crap and the competition was almost always the nephew of some contractor who needed a place to stash their busted ass relative.

The long-haul flights paid bank. Mainly because no one wanted to spend spans at a time out on the circuit. The time, however, suited you just fine.

Your work station was central to the shipyards, a view of all forty-eight pods docked for this trip available between sightlines and video feeds. It sat a few feet above where the corridors came together. Visitors weren’t uncommon, a few credits slipped into your hands to get a better place in the drop zone or to get picked up first on the trip back.

You didn’t handle pickups but their chits spent all the same.

All that is to say that when a shaggy mop of brown hair with a blonde tuft popped into view just below your desk you weren’t surprised. The Green was coming up - a mining planet that had been attracting people from across the eight reaches for some time now - and you’d already had three people asking for advice or information on where to land, where lodes might be and whatnot.

“Well I’ll be,” his soft drawl crawled up to you. “You’re a damn sight better looking than Old Rodge was.”

Checking your monitors once more you leaned forward, giving a smile to the man standing on the platform below your workstation. Handsome, recently groomed - probably his last haircut for a while - and wearing a faded set of work overalls.

Definitely not his first sling.

“What can I help you with, sir?”

“No need to stand on formalities, starshine, we’re all friends here.”

Cocking an eyebrow you gave him an appraising look. “Friends huh?”

He nodded solemnly, taking a step up onto a cable buttress and settling his forearms on your desk. He wasn’t quite eye to eye but it allowed you to lean back in your chair a bit. “I think it would be a singular pleasure to be counted as your friend.”

“The first three drops are locked in.”

His eyes narrowed and he cursed. “Do you think my attentions are so mercenary?”

“Oh, were you just saying hi?”

“Hello. Bonjour. Nǐ hǎo.”

“Ezra.”

Both of you looked at the man coming down the corridor, although your companion’s face was far more disgruntled.

“What?”

“Did you get us a new drop slot?”

Your lips twitched and the man who could only be Ezra turned back to you with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders.

“It is possible that I arrived with an ulterior motive, starshine, but it is only secondary to meeting you at this point.”

“Prophet’s nutsack,” his companion grumbled, shoving at Ezra and forcing him to step down from his perch. A hand appeared, dropping a small array of chits in front of you. “What’ll this get us?”

You glanced over the pile quickly. “Fifth.”

“I thought you said the first three spots were spoken for?” Ezra cut in.

“I did.” With a sweep of your hand you palmed the chits, tucking them into your own work overalls. “If you want better than fifth it’ll cost more. I already moved you up a spot for being cute.”

Ezra preened, mouth opening on what you were sure would be a lovely soliloquy about your charms but you cut him off with a quick jerk of your head to his partner - who was paying no attention to you at all.

Giving a mock huff of indignation Ezra bowed, sweeping his arms out and adding a roguish wink.

“Until we meet again, starshine.”

The second time you met Ezra was another drop-off, four sling rotations later. Yours wasn’t the only sling working the route, each pass taking months to complete.

“Missed you on the pickup, starshine.”

Frowning you pushed your chair back, leaning around the edge of your pod to see who was standing at the step up. When it didn’t spark any recognition for you he pouted.

“Do not tell me you have forgotten me so quickly - such disregard is likely to drive a man to commit acts of singular madness.”

You may not have remembered his face but the voice was impossible to forget. That particular cadence and slow drawl. Giving him a grin you motioned him to step up and he did, finding a place he could perch and nearly look you in the eye.

“An invite into the inner sanctum? I am honored.”

Snorting you flipped a toggle to realign a drop pod. “That is my outer sanctum at best, cowboy.”

He grinned in return. “And yet sacred nevertheless.”

“What can I help you with?”

Another pout. “I seem to remember you doubting my motives on our last meeting as well, starshine. Have I really made such a poor impression on you?”

“Miners only ever want three things. Stone, stim, or-” you cut yourself off, shifting your eyes away and pretending to be busy with a screen he couldn’t see.

“I beg of you to finish that sentence, starshine.” His eyes were glittering with mischief, the corner of his lips twitching up. You shook your head and he laughed. “Well seeing as I am on my way to find stone, and I do not partake of the stim, I suppose all that is left is the…. presence of a lovely companion.”

“I bet you say that to all the crew.”

“A blow!” A hand flew to cover his heart. “You are whatever a moon has always meant - and whatever a sun will always sing is you.” At your confused frown he sighed, “You are not a connoisseur of poetry I suppose?”

“There once was a man from the rim…” you started and he laughed.

“A person of refined taste,” his brown eyes twinkled at you. “A connoisseur of a much maligned art form.”

You couldn’t help your answering smile. “You have any luck?” He raised an eyebrow and you clarified, “On your last run, to the Green. Any luck?”

A heavy sigh. “A few small stones, barely enough to make the run worth it.”

“And yet you’re going back,” you pointed out.

“Ah, but I have a new crew. And a special charm for luck.”

“Oh?” Your eyes caught on an alert and you cleared it absentmindedly. “What kind?”

“Why, an utterly captivating dropship engineer.”

A snort escaped you before you could stop it. “I seem to recall seeing you off to your last drop as well.”

“Ah, but I came to you then with questionable motives.” He spread his hands wide, showing you open palms, “Now I am but a supplicant, worshiping at your altar and hoping for your favor.”

“Do those lines really work on people?”

A casual shrug, “They don’t not work.”

Your console gave a beep and you nodded at it. “Gotta take that.”

He nodded in return. “Until next time, starshine.” He hopped down and started away as you reached for the button and then paused.

“Wait.”

He turned back, a bemused look on his face. “Yes?”

“What was your name again?”

He made a small bow. “You, my dear, may call me whatever you’d like.” You rolled your eyes and he grinned. “Ezra, starshine, my name is Ezra.”

“Ezra,” you tried the name out and his grin deepened. “Interesting name.”

“Well I like to think I’m an interesting man.”

The third time you met Ezra you could not really be said to be meeting him per se. You recognized him and remembered his name so it was really more of an acquaintanceship renewal than anything.

“Ah for you are yet the symphony of the stars.”

You couldn’t help the smile at the sound of his voice, turning to see him waiting patiently at the edge of your work pod. You motioned him and he bounded up like a man half his age, finding a place to stand where he could perch a hip on the edge of your desk. He looked positively smug and you couldn’t help a laugh.

“Hello Ezra.”

His grin was wide, a new scar cutting across one eye. “starshine you are as captivating as always.”

“I take it you had a good trip?”

The Green was a few spins behind you, the last pickup locked in as the sling made its way to its next destination. You didn’t really need to be at your station, but you liked getting a head start on the landing patterns.

“A fruitful conquest,” Ezra was saying, his fingers tapping on one thigh. “Enough to whet a man’s appetite for more.”

“That good, huh?”

“I could certainly treat you in the style to which you are accustomed.”

You glanced around at the dirty workbench, the ancient equipment, your ragged overalls. “Low bar.”

“And one I am happy to clear.” His cheerfulness was contagious, eyes bright even with the sharp red scar cutting through one. You wondered if he expected you to ask about it.

“You sticking to the Green then?”

He shrugged, picking at one nail. “I have a new crew and some ideas as to a new excavation, although I suppose you’d have more information than me about that.”

Nodding you reset a fuel calculation. “Someone found a motherlode, went back to the Ephrate for supplies last I checked.”

His attention was suddenly fully on you. “Is that so, starshine?”

“Mmhmm,” you pretended to ignore his intense scrutiny.

“And is the location of the lode information you might be willing to share?”

“Well,” you tapped a button and glanced sideways at him from under your eyelashes, “that would depend.”

“A share I take it?”

You snorted. “Like I could ever hold you to it.”

“Ah,” he demurred, “you have not had much experience with good men I take it?”

“Out here,” you gestured at the ship, “I’m lucky to find mediocre ones.”

The tips of his fingers briefly touched the back of your hand before he pulled away. “The good man watches our bogus roses, our rank wreath.”

Another quote from someone you didn’t recognize. “And are you a good man?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I like to believe myself a man of good intentions.”

“Yet you’d rob some unsuspecting miner?”

“That my dear starshine is just good business.” He looked so affronted you had to laugh. “And a business opportunity for us both.”

“Aurelac.”

He paused, head cocking, considering you. “How much?”

You cupped your hand a little. “Just one, yay big. And I’ll drop you dead center of the guy’s camp.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you, starshine?”

You gave him your most innocent expression, fluttering your lashes for good measure. “Who, me?”

The gem was plopped onto your desk without ceremony, the messy head of distinctive hair soon following.

“I likely would have gifted you this for a chance for your company, starshine.”

It was a little bigger than you’d asked for, the center a beautiful gold that caught even the dim lights of the ship. With barely concealed awe you cupped the aurelac in your palms, feeling the warmth that naturally emanated from it.

“Are you serious?”

He’d stepped up, leaning on your desk. “Were you?”

You pointed at the holo of the planet, “Just north of there, about five clicks. Like I said, I can set you down dead center.”

“And you say there is a bounty of gems there? Just how much is a bounty?”

Carefully wrapping the aurelac into a kerchief you tucked it safely inside your shirt. “The guy was going back for a crew of six, so enough he didn’t mind sharing.”

Ezra nodded thoughtfully. “A worthwhile venture then. And you are sure you do not require a cut?”

“I got mine.” You patted your chest, noticing how his eyes lingered on your chest for a moment - as though imagining what was beneath. “‘Sides, I might never see you again.”

“Surely the universe would not be so cruel.” He clutched a hand over his heart, giving you a pleading look.

“Do you annoy Laquon with your attentions when it’s not me here?” you asked, mentioning the drop engineer working one of the other slings.

“Laquon will not speak to me,” Ezra replied. “Not since the night I took half his wages in a sharps game.”

“Did you cheat?”

“You wound me!”

“That’s not an answer.”

“No, I suppose it wasn’t.”

The console beeped, announcing you were moving into orbit around the Green. “You should go get your crew ready.”

“Ah, a too quick end to our lovely repast.” He leaned towards you, eyes bright. “A kiss for luck, starshine?”

Giving him a nudge with your foot you shooed him away. “You make your own luck Ezra.”

His amused chuckle stuck with you for some time to come.

It was the last of the day’s pickups at the Green and you were absolutely not supposed to be working. Pickups weren’t your job, drop offs were. You’d already let a dad and his kid down yesterday - two people you were sure you’d never see again - and they were the only people dumb enough or desperate enough to take the trip down to the Green on the last sling.

The last sling ever.

It felt odd, the end of an era. You’d spent the better part of five orbits on this route. The Green, Delphi VI, an asteroid that had a long string of letters and numbers but the miners just called Dave… pit stops and drop ships. The sling’s crew of nine would be dispatched to new routes. You were planning to take some time off - maybe back to one of those paradise planets for a bit.

Yesterday’s drops should have been it. No more work. Just hanging out in your too small bunk while you dreamt of how to spend the credits you’d been saving up.

But that was without the alarm. Or the Captain’s voice on comms.

“Bay 26 has an emergency beacon on.”

Groaning, you punched the intercom. “How is that my problem?”

“Janus is down with whatever flu he caught from the last scrapyard we were at. I need you to check on it.”

With a grumble you knew the mic would pick up you grabbed your pants. “Fine, but I wanna be paid.”

“Yeah yeah,” the intercom cut out and you squeezed out of your bunk to the hallway beyond. Bay 26 wasn’t too far, and there was a shortcut through the anterior cooling room. You moved a little faster than you might have let on to the Captain. It was an emergency beacon, although odds were it’d been hit by accident or was a malfunction.

“Occupants of pod 438-Alpha, are you in distress?”

You waited while the door to the ship sat silent.

“Occupants of pod-”

A face appeared in the window and you yelped. Young, blonde… the kid who’d dropped yesterday. She tried to get the door to open but the safety mechanism held it in place.

“You have to decontaminate,” you told her through the speaker. “Unless it’s a medical emergency you-”

“He’s dying!” she shouted back, hand scrambling at the controls on her side and suddenly her voice boomed through. “He’s sick and I think it’s infected. You’ve got to let me get him to medbay.”

“What kind of infection?” You tried to ignore her frantic movements. The safety of the crew came first. If they had picked up a virus or something you wanted nothing to do with it.

“His arm,” she was making an effort to sound calm. “He got hurt but it’s infected. He needs antibiotics.”

That didn’t sound too bad. Fairly normal - not like some alien chestburster. “Are you sick?”

“No, it’s just his arm.” Her eyes met yours through the tempered transparisteel. “Please, he needs help.”

You weighed your options. The Green was considered a toxic planet, requiring a decom before disembarking. But it was because of something in the air that could stick to clothes. People lived down there with minimal protections. Worst case you’d have to take some antihistamines.

That was assuming this infection was what she said it was.

“Into your suit,” you announced through the door. “And get him into his. Neither of you breathe our air until I can check you’re not contagious. Deal?”

The girl nodded emphatically and disappeared. A few moments later her head popped up again, covered by a helmet. You could see the edge of someone leaning heavily against her.

“Please.”

Regretting it already, you punched the override code for the door. Practicing an abundance of caution you stepped away quickly as they stumbled out. “Follow me to medbay. No sudden movements. Nothing comes off until I give it the all clear. Got it?”

The girl nodded and you led them down the narrow corridor as quick as they were able to pace you. Her dad was in bad shape, head hanging down as he seemed to concentrate on walking. He wasn’t as put together as the last time. Something must have happened to his suit on the Green and he’d scavenged a new one.

“C’mon, just a little further,” you heard the girl encouraging him.

The medbay was empty, no surprise, making it easy for you to find a spot for the girl to set him down. “I have to make sure you haven’t brought anything on board,” you told them, gesturing for her to join him near the scanner.

“I wouldn’t dream of bringing you anything but jewels, starshine.”

Your head jerked around, meeting his slightly hazy gaze. “Ezra?”

“In the flesh,” a sigh and a groan, “such that it is.”

You picked up speed. Not that you’d been dawdling, but your hands began to fly over the controls, waiting until you got the green light before rushing to his side and helping the girl remove his helmet. “What in the seven seals happened to you?”

“A small accident,” he sat up with your help and you pushed his suit down to his waist. A soft curse made you stop and re-evaluate.

“Ezra,” you asked as calmly as you could, “are you missing an arm?”

“A minor inconvenience.”

“Prophets balls,” you muttered, turning away to find the anesthetic. “How long ago?”

“A spin?” He cast a look at the girl and she seemed to be trying her best to not look guilty. “Maybe less.”

“Okay, well, this is going to hurt.” You didn’t wait for his reply, setting the hypospray to his shoulder and injecting it. He hissed through his teeth and then relaxed.

“Much better, I thank you starshine.”

“We’re not out of the asteroid belt yet, hand me the scricorder?” You gestured and the girl handed it to you. It made several alarming noises as you put in a small sample of Ezra’s blood.

“I believe I did warn you of this, starshine.”

Working on autopilot you gave him a quizzical look. “Warn me of what?”

“That something dreadful was going to befall me.”

You rolled your eyes, inputting the medications needed into the replicator so it could spin you up the cocktail you needed. “I seem to recall you being quite cheerful about your prospects last time I saw you, Ez.”

“I believe I did inquire as to some spare luck, however.” The man was an unrepentant scoundrel, twinkling at you even as he fought not to sway from the drugs in his system.

“Are you suggesting that if I’d kissed you you’d still have an arm?”

“I suppose we will never know,” he shrugged. “But I must insist before I go anywhere else that you indulge me in my superstition. Losing one arm can be chalked up to tragedy - two reeks of carelessness.”

A full laugh burst from you as you readied his meds, setting the hypospray to his neck and pulling the trigger. “I’ll tell you what. You come through this all right and we can have a whole conversation about luck. Over drinks. How does that sound?”

“Well that sounds mighty fine, starshine. Mighty fine indeed.”

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jelzorz · 1 year

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137.

Rayla keeps her hair long for one reason and one reason only, and that is that she doesn't have time to keep it short. She'd cut it twice herself in the early days of her quest, but both times ended in choppy, uneven haircuts that she needed to see hairdressers to fix anyway, and both times it cost her a rabbit.

It's easier, these days, to let it grow and to throw it into a bun to keep it out of her face. She hadn't thought it a particularly glamorous look, or even a particularly pretty look, but she catches Callum looking, and well...

Now there's impetus to actually try.

She starts off simple: just her bun and an extra braid in addition to the one behind her ear. She tries for a ponytail a couple of days later and finds Callum isn't quite so responsive to it, so she tries a half-updo after that.

She tells herself she's experimenting, but in her heart, it's because she and Callum still haven't really talked, and mostly she just wants him to notice. Any interaction is better than the awkward pining nonsense between them, and at least she knows he's still a little bit interested, and, in any case, it is experimenting. Sometimes something different is nice.

And, of course, other people start to notice. Not in the same way, but enough to point out that she's doing something different to begin with. Ez says he likes the extra braid. Opeli says the half-updo looks lovely and traditional. Soren surprises her most:

"Hey, pigtails! Cute! You want help trying something else?"

Rayla stares at him. They're on their way down to the blacksmith to see if he can do some maintenance on Rayla's blades which are a bit more complicated than his usual commissions but Soren promises he'll enjoy the challenge. Rayla'd been feeling sentimental this morning, so her hair today is two pigtail braids like the ones she wore when she was younger. She'd actually been thinking about cutting it, now that there's time and it won't cost her an entire rabbit for a trim. "Pardon me?"

"Oh, you've just been... doing different stuff with your hair recently. Just wondered if you want ideas or a hand doing something new."

"You have experience with hair, do you?"

"Sure do," says Soren brightly. "What, you think I would trust someone else to manage these gorgeous locks?" He flips his hair dramatically and Rayla fights the urge to shove him off the path. "Nah, this is all me. Been trying to get Corvus to help me dye it but he's just not an artist in that way."

Rayla stares some more. "You dye your hair?"

"Obviously," snorts Soren. "Seriously, if you need a hand, just say the word. I'm happy to help."

Rayla isn't staring on purpose anymore, she just can't stop. "Oh. I. Didn't think you you were the type to experiment yourself," she admits, although why is less clear. Soren's always taken a little bit of pride in his appearance. It shouldn't be such a surprise. "Where'd—uh—where'd you learn to dye your hair?"

His face falls a little. He shuffles his feet. Rayla figures out the answer before he says it, and she curses herself silently for being so stupid.

"Claudia used to help me do the bits I couldn't reach," he says. "I used to help her braid her hair to pay her back."

"Oh." Oh, because duh and because Rayla doesn't really know what else to say.

They lapse into silence. Soren stares at the flagstones in the bailey as they cross it and Rayla tries not to push herself off the path for being so dumb. She coughs. "I can help you dye it?" she offers at last. "I can probably do a better job than Corvus, anyway. And... maybe you could give mine a little trim if you know how to do that?"

Soren laughs at that, the tension in his shoulders easing a little as they walk. "That'd be nice," he says. "Although, no, I wouldn't trim it. Callum likes it long."

Rayla blinks. Then flushes. She doesn't ask how he knows. "He does, does he?"

"More than he'll admit. He liked the pony tail. Ez and I caught him staring while you were doing it up."

Rayla laughs at that and makes a note of it for another day.

#rayllum #in anticipation #brotp: sorayla #soren deserves a sister who'll Choose him and rayla deserves a family that Chooses her #donf touch me i love their friendship

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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Eyes on Me

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Simon has other plans when you try to give him a haircut.

Tags: Smut/Power Kink/Mask Kink/Size Kink/Authority/Dominance Kink/Soft Simon

Additional Tags: Carried-away smut, creampie, rough sex, brief knifeplay.

Word count: 2,896 - Oopsies! Not! I can't help I got carried away, but I'm sure you don't mind. ;)

"Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me."

"Afternoon, hun." Soap nodded as he and Ghost entered your area. You were a head charge nurse who tended to the 1-4-1 and had been with them for several months now.

You and Ghost had been "affiliated" with each other for quite some time now, however, you both could admit that it was very hard for either one of you to keep it a secret. You hated it, really. You wanted everyone to know about the man you were so proud of.

Well, you at least thought it was a secret...

The entire squad had a pretty good idea that you and Ghost had a thing going on. Though nobody said anything about it, nor questioned Simon himself on it, it was obvious in the looks you exchanged once you saw each other.

You hadn't seen Ghost nor Soap for a few days. And to be honest, you commented that Soap needed some soap by how rough he looked, but he always managed to keep his mohawk tidy. After all, it was his signature haircut.

As for Ghost, well, he liked to keep his hair relatively short but had been keeping his hair longer on the top to where it faded into a slight buzz at his nape. All because you had made a compliment about it when he had wanted to cut it all off. It wasn't like nobody was going to see it anyway...

But he kept it because he remembered you saying how nice he looked with longer hair on the top.

You two look like you've been rolling in mud." You scoffed, glancing over them.

"Ay, maybe we have," Soap smirked. "Your boy here got himself shot-"

"Shot?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, grazed his shoulder. Nothin' lodged."

Thank God.

"Also told him he'd be dead if he died before you got the chance to bandage him up." He added, a gleam of tease in his eye.

Oh, Soap knew about you two.

After all, he and Ghost were best friends.

"I just have a few scratches. Nothin' to patch me up this time, dear. I'll just take some bandages if you got any?"

You scoffed, "Of course I have bandages, but you need to clean any open wounds before bandaging anything. You know better."

Soap nodded, "Ay."

"I mean it. You're a grown man. I'm not your mother."

"That much is clear." He teased, laughing as you shook your head as you proceeded to retrieve bandages for him, unaware that Ghost had let himself glance at your rear that those scrub pants hugged so nicely. Fucking hell.

He forced himself to ignore the sudden arousal he had towards you, knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he made it obvious that he was head over heels in love with you, but nobody needed to know... yet.

"Here you go," You said as you handed him a fresh pack of gauze and a small tube of Neosporin. "You should probably find a shower first before you put this on," You continued as you poked at him by curling your nose. "And please, for the love of God, take a shower and live up to your name before an enemy smells us out."

Ghost muffled a chuckle.

"If I wanted this type of abuse I'd just stay out with this bloke." He replied, nodding his head towards Ghost.

You shook your head, "Yeah, yeah, go on. Get out of here. I have another child to babysit."

Soap smirked, "I'm sure you do. Night, you two."

You and Ghost shared a glance as you watched Soap exit the room. "Have a seat, Sir," You pointed. "I have work to do."

He did as he was told, removing the bulky gear that he carried, aside from the pistol on his leg holster and vest. The rest was on the nearby table. He watched as you washed your hands before putting on a fresh set of latex gloves before approaching him with a kit to clean up his wound. "I need to see it." You said, pointing to his obviously injured shoulder.

"There's no bullet. Just clipped me." He huffed.

"I still need to clean it. You don't need to deal with an infection on top of what you're already having to deal with."

"I can keep it clean."

You arched your brow, "I won't tell you again."

Or what? He thought, the taunt poking at his mind.

His demeanor softened for you. And you only. You helped him out of his vest and gently moved the fabric of his shirt away from his right shoulder. You forced yourself to ignore how broad it was and how the mound of muscle formed this mountain of a man, but again, you forced the arousing thoughts from your mind. "This might sting a bit."

"Don't care."

You scoffed, feeling him wince under your healing touch.

Once you had cleaned the wound of debris and dirt, you patched his shoulder nicely, omitting the feeling of his gloved hand sneaking between your thighs, grabbing the side of your knee firmly. "Not without a kiss first, Simon." You said, knowing that saying his name would get his attention and get it fast. His head snapped up towards you, his blonde eyelashes falling with every blink of his grey eyes.

He wore his second favorite covering: the skull print on the black balaclava, giving you a better view of his eyes. You liked this view, but his actual face was much better than his preferred concealment.

His gesture softened as he let you remove the balaclava without hesitation like he did the first time he ever let you remove it. His hair was longer than usual and his usual scruff was turning into a short beard. It suited him, though, but he needed a haircut and he knew it.

You ran your fingers through his strands as you rewarded him with a much-needed kiss. His lips were hot with need and his breath was coated with the smell of his favorite mints he liked to chew when he had downtime. You ignored the smear of black concealing paint on your nose as you continued to look at his hair, "You need a haircut, Sir." She said, exactly reading his mind.

"Do I?" He replied.

You nodded.

"Then what's stopping you?"

He sat obediently in the chair that you had moved to the sink, using the extending wand to wash his hair, cutting shears nearby as his hair had grown a few extra inches as he had skipped a couple of due haircuts. He grew bored with being in a vulnerable position but didn't move as he tolerated the boredom because of you. He was a man that didn't like to be still. Opening his eyes, he looked up at you, smirking curtly as your tongue peered from between your lips in concentration as you scrubbed at his scalp. He wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good.

You hadn't noticed nor felt his gaze on you.

As you bent over him to continue washing his hair after the cut and treat him with a nice shampoo (you knew he didn't put this much effort into his hair because he always kept his entire face hidden 99% of the time), his left hand snuck up to pull down on the v-neck to get a better view of your breasts. You giggled, playfully swatting his hand away before you felt his hands resting on your thighs.

You blotted his wet hair with a fresh towel, feeling him sit up to continue his pursuit of exploring your body. His gloved hands found their way under the hem of your shirt, moving upward at a slow pace as the leather pads of the gloves left goosebumps on your skin. "Simon." You whispered, the towel still soaking up the water from his hair as you were too stunned to do anything else.

He didn't respond but moved to where he guided you onto his lap, his right hand securing your thigh to where it wasn't near his weapon to ensure your safety, even though he had subtly put the safety on in the middle of his caress.

His lips pressed against the hot skin of your neck, leaving traces of the black camouflage cream on your skin when his nose pressed against it. It was a more...softer way of marking his territory.

You couldn't help but run your fingers through his fresh locks, tugging at the roots gently before gasping sharply - he had lifted your shirt up to expose your chest to him completely, pleased to see how you wore a nice bra for him.

He kissed the top of each breast gently, cupping underneath them as if they were made of glass that couldn't be broken.

You began your own trail of kisses, planting a hot kiss below his ear, hearing his sexual hiss in frustration as he tightened his grip on your hips. "You staying the night again?" He asked gruffly, regarding your schedule.

"Here all week." You replied.

"Good."

"Why?"

"So I won't feel bad when I cut these off of you." He replied, removing one of his tactical knives from his belt and bringing it up behind you, his right hand securely between the fabric of your scrub pants and your skin as his left hand cut the fabric in two, sure to not cut your skin, knowing damn well he would cut himself before he did you.

"Simon! Those are my good pants!" You frowned.

"I'll buy you new ones." He replied, putting the knife away before using his hands to finish the job, a satisfying rip! filling the sexual tension in the room. And here you were, fully bare and exposed in front of him. You couldn't help but press your chest against his as you arched your back at the feeling of his gloved hands on your ass, rubbing your buttocks softly before his left hand smacked the flesh hard, causing you to gasp.

He was pleased to discover you were wearing a thong underneath. Bloody fucking hell.

He couldn't take it anymore. The forced days of abstinence and not being able to see you had him absolutely feral for your touch. Truly, he didn't care if he didn't get to have sex with you at all for the remainder of his tour - he just wanted to be around you. To touch you, to kiss you, to hold you. Sex was just a bonus.

And you're damn right he'd take his time when sex came into play.

He effortlessly stood to his feet with you in his grasp, your legs now wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the nearby table. You laid back, embracing the cold surface on your back as you caught your breath. The wetness between your thighs couldn't go unhelped as Simon was a master of the source for your arousal. All he had to do was literally anything to get you wet. Even if it was just him standing there. You were feral.

The vice grip the man had on you was unreal.

He easily removed the remaining fabric that were once your pants from your legs, curling his index finger around the front of your thong, pulling it to the side as he loved seeing that pretty hot core waiting for him, glistening for his entry - like a neon sign that caught his eye.

Only for him.

The arousal behind his zipper was becoming uncomfortable at the sight below him. The silence was loud as you anticipated feeling his entry any second now...

And then...

"Ghost. Copy?"

You giggled at his frustration, bringing it upon yourself to rest your right foot on his shoulder, the warmth of his hand grasping around your ankle, pressing a kiss to the side of your calf before he replied "Yes, sir." before sliding the balaclava back over his head, prepared to stop what he was doing to tend to his duties, even though he really, really hoped that it was just something without priority right now.

"Meant to tell you that we're needed on the tarmac at 06:00." Soap said over the radio.

"Yes, sir." He didn't give a fuck as to what awaits the next morning. All he wanted was you, right now, at that very moment.

"I'm going to kill that motherfucker -- always finding a way to interrupt me." He grumbled.

"You know you love 'em." You replied, the light in the room enhancing his blonde eyelashes as his concealed face looked back at you, down on the table, open and ready for him as he continued his gestures. He slowly began to pull your thong to the side, not caring enough to remove it completely as it took away from the time he had to enter you.

You looked at him after feeling the warmth from his body between your legs, anticipating his entry desperately as a glisten of slick seeped from your folds. All fucking mine.

He entered you slowly, a low and muffled groan escaping from the confines of his balaclava as he looked down to where you were joined, thrusting slowly and ensuring his length was nice and wet from your generous punctuality before sheathing himself completely.

He savored the feeling as if it were the first, pulling back out completely before sliding back in, careful to not rut too hard in fear of causing you discomfort, but oh, it was always a white-hot pain when he entered you. In a good way, of course.

The harder he thrust, the more you started to inch across the table. To keep you from getting away from him, he gripped the area between the cups of your bra, pulling downward to keep you in place.

You reached for his free hand. Gloved or not, it was on its way to your mouth. His forearms were exposed - his veins protruding and coursing with fresh blood as his testosterone peaked in this dominating position. The pads of your fingers traced those veins, admiring the strength behind the 6'4" mountain of a man between your legs, wondering how many throats that hand had been around, crushing their tracheas so easily but yet he handles yours with softness and warmth.

You ended up removing the glove from his hand, taking the tip of his index finger between your lips, and pressing a kiss there as if you were rewarding it. The rest of his fingers curled lazily against your jawbone, his other hand having a firm grip on your bra as his thrusts began to get rougher with your encouragement.

You then gripped his wrist hard as you turned your head, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden whisp of what felt like electricity coursing through your abdomen. Simon took notice of this, tightening his fingers against your jawbone and forcing your face to look back at his.

He now shifted his weight between your legs to be completely on you, his left hand now pinning your hip to the table. "Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me."

You couldn't help but moan at his demand, doing exactly as you're told. You gripped either side of his covered face with your hands before trailing them to the back of his neck and down his shoulders, digging crescents into the newly found skin as your fingers burrowed under the fabric of his shirt. "Do that again." His muffled voice vibrated against your neck.

You did just that. This time, moving upwards as you did so, sure to leave faint scratch marks on his back. "Harder."

Surely it would hurt him, but he wanted you to mark him as your own. Just like he was about to mark you.

Suddenly, you dug your nails even harder into his back, hearing a satisfying groan escape the confines of the balaclava as his free hand snuck to where you were joined, his index finger slowly and steadily circling that sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves. His breath became heavy, matching yours as his hips went to a more steady rhythm, the lateral position of your body on the table causing him to curl upwards into you naturally as your legs tightened around his waist.

You went to kiss the exposed skin on his shoulder, tightening your core to accommodate the intense wave of your orgasm, your legs shaking against his waist as his orgasm was soon to follow. Your eyes couldn't help but flutter shut briefly, enjoying the intense release.

This action didn't go unnoticed. Simon's rhythm intensified, indicating that he was close. He then removed his hand from your hot core, his bare skin now in contact with the soft flesh of your face, gently, yet firmly grasping your chin, watching your eyes flutter back open before slowly slipping his index finger between your lips, watching you taste yourself willingly. "Eyes on me." He reminded.

His release came intensely, feeling like he was filling you to the hilt of his spend, sure to mark you in every way he could as his thrusts slowed to an eventual stop, keeping himself inside of you while he had time to pepper hot kisses to your blotched chest.

"I don't know how you can breathe behind that mask." You commented, out of breath.

"I'm used to it, sweetheart."

"I hope you're meaning in combat."

"Of course."

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Julia tries karting for the first time

I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him

For her eight year old birthday, Charles had decided to organise a father -daughter day. And what was better than bonding over something they both loved: cars. Charles planned to take her karting for the first time. And not in any karting, the one his dad brought him to. He was so happy to share that moment with Julia. She didn’t know where he was taking her and was asking questions during the whole journey toward Brignoles. When finally they were there she was in awe. To make sure they wouldn’t be bothered Charles had asked to privatise the place. He wanted to give his daughter the best experience possible.

Inside, he helped Julia put on a racing suit and choose her helmet. And then they wen to see the kart she was going to spend a few hours on. She was a bit apprehensive but once her dad explained to her everything that would be going on and what she had to do, she felt a bit more at ease. Charles didn’t forget to snap pictures and to send them to Lya who, he knew, was probably biting her nails from anxiety.

“Dad? Is it normal that I can’t really breathe with this thing?”

“That’s because you are stressed out, Ju’. Take a deep breath and it will all be okay, I promise. You have the right to be scared but you can’t let the fear control you.” explained Charles.

“I’m not scared! If Ethan can do it, I know I can. And better.”

Ethan had started karting two years ago. And he was pretty good. But could it be anything else with Max as his father? He was passionate and had already one a few races against bigger kids that were more experienced than him. Charles knew that if he wanted to pursue this hobby as professional, he could make it. He smiled at his daughter. He couldn’t see her eyes but he knew they were determined. She might have had Charles’ eyes colour, but the fiery gaze definitely came from Lyanna.

“I have no doubt that you can, princess.”

She gave him a nod and came near the kart. Charles helped her getting in and adjusted everything so she was at ease. And then, off she was. It took her ten laps to get a hold of the kart and then she was starting to set pretty decent lap times for her first time. It was far from perfect but she had abilities to the point that Charles thought that if she was training really hard she could get somewhere. After a few more laps, she came back and Charles was starting to get ready as well.

“Ready to race, Ju’?” he asked her as they were on the starting line.

“Born ready, dad!”

It was not because she was his daughter that Charles going to take it easy on her. On the contrary. He pushed and pushed more and more after each laps to the point that he was almost one lap ahead of his daughter. But Julia was not bothered, she kept on going harder just to prove that she could do it. It lasted the whole afternoon and when they got out of the kart, she had a bright smile on her face and sweat pearling on her forehead.

“So what did you think? Did you like it?” asked Charles.

“Yeah, it was fun. But can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“Driving is not for me. I prefer to learn how they make the car than driving it… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be Julia. It’s not because you are my daughter that you have to love karting.”

He kissed her forehead before helping her remove the race suit. As Julia’s gaze lingered on the walls she couldn’t help but notice pictures of her dad. One in particular attracted her.

“Dad? Is that you?”

Charles followed her finger pointing at a picture of him. He had his Justin Bieber haircut on him and he couldn’t help but think about what had gone wrong in his head to think at some point that this haircut was a good idea.

“It was long time ago, but yes. That’s me.”

“Do you think mom would say yes if I was asking her to cut my hair like that? It’s so cool.”

“I don’t know, princess. You’ll have to ask her later.”

On their way back, Julia couldn’t stop asking questions about the time when her dad was karting and Charles was happy to share anecdotes after anecdotes seeing that it was making her laugh. Before going home they stopped in a coffee shop for waffles. Julia couldn’t remember the last time she had her dad for her only. Since he was always away, an alone time father-daughter was rare. An hour later they parked in the driveway and before Charles could leave the car, Julia stopped him.

“Thank you, daddy. It was the best birthday ever.”

“Thank you Ju’. For being the best daughter I could ever asked for.”

“I’m your only daughter, so…”

“You spend too much time with uncle Arthur, you’re becoming sassy.”

She shrugged before getting out of the car and ran to her mom to try to persuade her to let her have the same haircut that her dad had when he was young. Lyanna was horrified and as soon as Charles put a foot in the kitchen she asked him how her beloved daughter got this idea.

“It’s fine, love. At least, someone acknowledges my fashion choices and loves them. See, I was ahead of my time.”

“Charles, she is 8 years old, she doesn’t know a single thing about fashion!”

“You are just jealous, Mrs Michel-Leclerc!” Charles teased her, making Julia giggle as she was witnessing the scene.

“Jealous of what? Of you?”

“Of my amazing sense of fashion.”

“Don’t make me laugh. I have pictures that state otherwise!”

Charles laughed before taking his wife in his arms and kissing her slowly.

“Ew!” They heard Julia say.

Lyanna smiled in the kiss as Charles was taking this as an opportunity to annoy his daughter a bit more. He pressed Lyanna’s body harder against him and deepened the kiss. He only stopped when he heard his daughter stomping in the stairs, a sign she had left the room.

“So should I brace myself to see both my daughter and my husband have risky weekends or is it fine?”

“She loved our day. But if I’m being honest I think she loved it because she spent it with me not because of the karting.”

Lyanna knew how hard it was for Charles to be away from his family. Not seeing Julia grow up as much as he would like made him feel guilty sometimes. So when he asked Lyanna if she was okay with the idea of him taking their daughter away from her birthday, she didn’t refuse. She couldn’t. And seeing the look on her daughter’s face when she learned that her dad was all hers for the day was definitely worth it.

They spent the rest of the day watching movies and ended up with the one Lyanna had shot in Monaco a few years ago. When Julia learned the importance of the movie in her parents love story she had insisted on watching it.

“Mom you were so beautiful.”

“Were? Are you saying it’s not the case anymore?” she teased Julia as she took her in her arms to ruffle her hair.

“You are the most beautiful mommy in the world! Right, daddy?”

“Yes, princess. You’re right. Your mom is most beautiful woman in my world.”

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