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g--r-e--e-n · 4 years

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Of herbs and riddles Pt.1

Pairing: GN! MC x Satan.

Content: Fantasy AU for Obey me! MAX that was supposed to be posted as a whole but I can't fully finish it on time so at least have this :')

Warnings: It says hell at some point but I'm not sure if that's a swearword. Pretty sure anything else is not worrying, please tell me if you think otherwise so I can properly tag any sort of danger away!

(Edit: Apparently says "hell" several times. Sue me or something, I'm already crying either way.)

"Good morning, sir!" You cheerfully welcomed the young man crossing your apothecary's door. "How may I help you?"

He smiles softly, reaching the counter and looking you with the most beautiful piercing eyes you had ever seen.

"Good morning to you too." The man greets elegantly, his golden hair reflecting the candlelight filling your modest shop, the morning sun still to weak to allow the flames to die as they had been made to. By his clothes and the softness of his long and slender fingers, you soon understood he was one of those few big fishes passing by this small pound that your village is. "My dear brother has gained quite a wicked heartburn after a rather copious dinner. I was hoping you would have some remedy for his condition."

"Sure thing, sir!" You gladly answered. You loved your work as much as it was possible, and having such an interesting customer was definitely a plus, specially since foreigners were known for their generous tips. "Let me see..."

You begin wandering around your store, the magic candles now dying to let the soft sun come through the window.

The young blonde man stared quietly at you, following you quietly and looking over your shoulder towards the dried leaves and small bottles. He had seen many in his books, old as time itself, yet memorizing all of them would've been imposible within a mortal lifetime. However, instead of jealous, he felt mesmerized. There were little things he admired as much as knowledge, and you were filled with it.

Getting his head our from those thoughts, you turned around with some little bags.

"Give him a cup of chamomile tea and root of Ginger, he shall be fine sooner than a cock sings. If he's not, come over again and I'll give you a special bred of tea I'm working on." You started walking towards the counter again, closely followed by your customer and the smell of the herbs. "Giving him something to chew on rather than eat could help him too, if you feel on a rush."

"Thank you" He absentmindedly replied, the jewels in his eyes lost in the little bags you handed over, a slight hope blossoming in your chest. He said nothing about being unable to come again, so perhaps he was a newcomer rather than a traveler. "How much?"

"Two pieces for the root, the rest is on the house" you replied, keeping your smile as you handed the goods over. "After all, you're new here, aren't you?"

Your client stared at you, taking the plants and handing you the money ever so graciously you felt like you had met an angel. Four coins weighted down your hand.

"That we are." He softly said, a smile to his face. "My older brother came for a gig, he was the main wizard in the neighboring village, but he soon fell in love with this land of yours and made all of us tag along."

There was something this guy wasn't telling you, you just knew.

"Are you a wizard too, sir?"

"Not quite. I'm just a librarian." He vaguely answered, shrugging. "And I better get home before my brothers begin to grief me."

You let go a soft laugh, as he flashed you another of his smiles, turning his back to you, hand waving in the air as his silhouette.

"Wait!" You stopped him. You needed his name, something, anything, and you didn't even know why.

"Yes..?"

"... Don't let him drink milk. Makes it worse."

He laughed a bit, saying something you didn't quite want to hear, too embarrassed. What the hell had just happened?

You sighed, trying your best to keep on working, sorting your material and attending the folk with a smile brighter than the sun itself.

You had made yourself a name thanks to your knowledge, being one of the few fools to dedicate your life to science when magic was a thing. Nobody would've betted anything on you, but here you were, healing people better than any witch ever could, knowing by heart every plant that grew around your hometown.

It had been hard, but you felt like you were living a good life. You felt happy with your own situation, and after the librarian's visit, you could barely keep your heart from bouncing in excitement, hoping to meet him again.

Your chance, of course, took you fully by surprise, way sooner than expected.

It had been four days, and you were about to close after a pretty exhausting day of work when the librarian entered the place, any complains dying on your throat at the sight of his worry.

"Good evening sir, are you alright? Is it your brother again?"

You walked over to him, concern painted all over your face, but not daring to invade his personal space.

"No. Yes. What you gave me last time worked marvelously. It's not that." He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. You could see the dark skin under them. "It's other brother, actually. He's a reckless young man, and got himself in a fight. His condition is not serious, but he keeps on complaining about the scars that might be left in his face. Do you think you could help him?"

Oh. So his brother was that one idiot that tried to get away without paying from the butcher. God, you hoped he wasn't too bad.

"Yes, sure, one second." You nod before looking from plants again, his gaze fixed upon them as last time, making you somehow nervous. Perhaps a little conversation could help, while you grab the herbs. "So... Have you been sleeping fine, sir? You seem rather tired to me."

You slowly turn around, some bottles resting in your arms, softly clinking against each other as you walked towards the counter.

"I'm reading a book full of riddles." He admitted, feeling oddly at ease withing your little shop. "This far I've solved them all, yet there's one that I can't quite lay my finger on."

You start mixing substances, peeling carefully some aloe.

"Well, why don't you tell me the riddle? Maybe I can help you out."

The librarian stared at you in disbelief. Did you really think you could solve something he didn't?

Of course, he didn't really want to refuse, and would much rather see you fail by yourself.

"Sure thing" he says with a smile, his eyes shining dangerously. "I am valued by men, fetched from afar, Gleaned on the hill-slopes, gathered in groves,

In dale and on down.

All day through the air,

Wings bore me aloft, and brought me with cunning

Safe under roof.

Men steeped me in vats.

Now I have power to pummel and bind,

To cast to the earth, old man and young.

Soon he shall find who reaches to seize me,

Pits force against force, that he's flat on the ground,

Stripped of his strength if he cease not his folly,

Loud in his speech, but of power despoiled

To manage his mind, his hands or his feet.

Now ask me my name, who can bind men on earth,

And lay fools low in the light of day."

You rise an eyebrow, sealing mixing your little beverage with as much energy as you could gather.

"Sir, you must be kidding me. How could not figure that out?" You questioned, staring at the liquid to check it's colour and quality. "It's mead. Honey mead, they make some at the monastery up the hill. At times I use it to make some of my beverages taste nice, it makes any biter taste disappear."

The librarian blinks a couple times. He had thought wine to be the answer, which apparently was a close call, but whatever you were talking about didn't really ring a bell.

"It's an alcoholic beverage, right?

"Never tried it?" You were rather surprised, really. He looked like a fine man, one of those who would attend hundreds of fancy dinners. How can he not know his liquors?.

"My brothers don't like me drinking." He admits, a defeated smile to his soft lips. "I pretty much stick to tea most of the time."

"At least it's healthy!" You smile at hin, handing the mix. "Here you go, sir. It's oily and a bit thick, the onion extract might itch a bit, but worry not, it'll work perfectly. Rub it against any mark your brother might have left and it will soon be gone. If the mark happens to be darker than his skin, cut a lemon in two and rub it against the wound."

"Thank you." The blonde man smiled cheerfully, your conversation very obviously pleasing him. You had no idea how close he was to ripping the book's pages apart because of that damn riddle. "How much?"

"Two coins shall suffice, sir!" You handed him your gooey mix, receiving five whole coins in exchange. Your eyes wide . "Sir, I beg your pardon, but isn't this a bit too much? You already paid me double last time!"

He shakes his head gently.

"Two for the medicine, two for the riddle, and one for humouring me. What is it but fair?"

He messed up your hair before you could complain, soon heading home to his brothers, leaving the fire grow on your cheeks, too stunned to even close the shop as you were supposed to.

You couldn't help but find yourself hoping to meet him again, waiting for another three days to go by. Your dear librarian, however, took very little time.

In two days, he was already in front of you again, while you attended your neighbor's cuts, not allowing yourself to get your attention from the poor man no matter how handsome your new favorite customer was.

In a few minutes, your neighbor had already paid and waved you goodbye, happy as ever. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling like a fool, loving your job, before finally paying the librarian some attention.

"Good afternoon, sir! How may I help you today?"

"It's one of my brothers" he said, to none of your surprises. Honestly, he must be wasting a fortune in helping them. How many brothers did he even have? "He's been failing asleep during his shift at work, through his studying lessons, and I'm afraid he'll end up sleeping his days away. Would you be able to help me?"

You nood, soon heading to fish some herbs, as always followed by the tall man and his cryptic gaze. You didn't even know his name yet, but something about him felt like meeting an old friend.

"You know, I usually would give you some green tea, but..." You softly smile, pulling something from the bottom of your shelf before facing the young man, showing him your little treasure. "A friend of mine likes to travel. At times, he brings me this to help me whenever I feel tired or sick. I'm not exaggerating when I say it makes miracles! It's called Siberian Gingsen, but you might as well call it the holy grail. Just please remember to keep the dosage small and preferably during mornings, unless you want your brother to stay awake all night. "

Your customer nods, listening closely.

"Your brother does not have any heart issues, does he?" You ask, slightly ridding off your excitement. "We could try something else then."

He softly shakes his head.

"No, don't worry. That little brat is surprisingly healthy seeing as how he spends his days doing nothing." He sighs. As much as he enjoyed Belphegor's company, at times it was a bit worrying. No human should sleep this much without being considered dead. "How much is it?"

You stare at the Gingsen, struggling a bit. You had never thought of actually selling it, but it's not like you needed it anyways, so that's not really a reason to rise the prize. Still, it's an imported good, right?

You sigh, realizing you needed an assistant more than you'd like to, before going back to your default smile.

"Two coins shall suffice, sir!" You gifted him a smile Satan knew he would not forget in some days now. Despite his blush, he handed you four coins. "Sir, please..."

"Two for the remedy. Two for... Going to the fair tomorrow?" His words surprised you, and even if you tried your best to hide it, you were red up to your ears. "I heard from some villagers you don't usually frequent that sort of events, so I really won't mind it if you decline, but... I think we could have a nice time there."

His gentle, genuinely caring tone softly melted your heart, sweet as belladonna and just as dangerous.

You didn't really have a life aside from the shop and, at times, the market. All your free time was spent diving between pages, looking for all the information you could gather, and something in this almost stranger's eyes told you he wasn't really a party kind of person. God, ge didn't even know honey wine.

"Sir, I... I don't even know your name." You mumbled, confused, not used to how blunt this gentleman was, not even moving his eyes, calling yours like light calls a moth.

"Oh. Right." He said, faking surprise, not really willing to admit he liked being called "sir" ever so politely, fairly sure it would ruin the whole mood. "I'm Satan. A pleasure to meet you..."

He expectantly looked at you, and soon you gifted him your name, his new favorite sound.

"And now that you have a name to call me by, will you come to our little date?" He tried his best to sound secure, fearing he already knew the answer. "I'm sorry, I hope I'm not coming off as too strong. I just-"

"No, it's fine. Why not?" You smile as you best can, still nervous, but way too afraid the situation would worse with Satan's lose tongue. "Let's meet tomorrow morning at the fountain, shall we? Usually there's music as early as sunrise, I'm sure you'll adore it."

"Then I'll trust you" he answered, genuinely glad this turned out so nicely. It almost seemed like a dream. "Now, I shall go before that brother of mine falls asleep again."

And just as elegantly as he had entered, he left, his image lingering in your memory for a while.

A date.

You were having a date.

A date with the gorgeous foreigner who just so happened to frequently visit your shop.

A date with Satan.

What the hell.

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

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Sonic Babies! (Oneshot)

I still have some asks, and don’t worry, I will get to them, I just had a sudden urge to write this story, and I just couldn’t help myself tho-

“WHAT. THE. HELL. JUST. HAPPENED?!”

Amy and Tails stood in shock as three baby hedgies and a baby echidna were on the floor, gurgling at the sight of the older hedgehog and fox.

“T-They just turned into babies...” Tails murmured. “I told them to stay away from the machine. What do they do? Go near the machine. Chaos, now I have to fix this...Amy, I hope you’re not ma-” Tails turned around to find Amy laying on the floor, while baby Sonic was nuzzling Amy’s cheek, baby Silver was climbing onto her stomach, baby Knuckles was chewing on Amy’s thumb, and baby Shadow was rested on Amy’s legs.

“I had no idea they were so CUTE as babies!” Amy gushed as Silver giggled at her. Amy got up and scooped them all up into her lap and cuddled with them.

“Hey Amy, do you mind watching them while I find a way to reverse this?” Tails asked the pink hedgie, who had stars in her eyes.

“Yeah! Don’t you have a stroller from when you were younger?” Amy replied, and stood up. She saw a red chaos emerald, and assumed that it was Shadow’s, so she gave it to Tails to keep safe.

“Yup, it’s under that table, Cream used it last week for Cheese’s kids.” Amy nodded, and grabbed the stroller, and put everyone in, or at least three of them in...

“SONIC!” Amy screamed. Baby Sonic had wires in his hand, and even though he was a baby, he still had that annoying smirk of his. “Put the wire down, or you will be in time-out faster than you can run!” Sonic dropped the wires immediately and Amy could see tears starting to make its way down his cheeks. She ran to him and hugged him close to her. “I’m so sorry, Sonikku. I promise I won’t yell at you like that, again. Or at least while you’re a baby. All you have to do is be a good boy to me. That applies to you three as well,” Amy looked at the infants which were playing with the stuffed animals in the stroller.

“M...Mama!” Everyone suddenly went so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Sonic giggled and continued to babble. Even Knuckles, and Silver started saying ‘mama.’ Shadow only grunts, and mutters something that sounded like “momma.” Amy squealed and scooped them out of the stroller and hugged them once again.

She put them down into the stroller, again, and gave them pecks on the cheeks, and then giggled.

“Your older selves would kill me if I did that.” Amy walked out of the workshop, leaving Tails processing everything that just happened.

- In The Village -

“Now listen here, boys. You have to be on your best behavior, and no crying. Got it?” She commanded the boys, but they only tilted their head. “. . .Let’s just you do.” She walked with the stroller, earning many odd stares from the villagers, but Amy didn’t seem to notice. “Let’s see, Shadow likes oranges (LMAO IDK) Silver likes honey, Knuckles likes grapes, Sonic likes chilidogs...There isn’t any chilidog flavored baby food...I’ll buy some of this, and if he doesn’t like it, I’ll just blend up the chillidog!” She bought everything, until she saw Blaze, Rouge, and Lyra standing near a boutique. She walked over to them (Let’s talk about her outfit first)

She’s wearing a Ditsy Floral Print Square Neck Dress (Link to dress on Pinterest) With a white sun-hat with roses on the side.

“Why do these little guys look like our boys?” Rouge asked with interest, focusing mainly on Knuckles.

“Oh, you know, I fucked all four of them and gave birth to their kids. Their names are Dash, Emo, Weed, and Steroids.” Amy sarcastically said. Blaze and Rouge looked frightened for a moment before they realized that she was only kidding. “They’re the boys, I have to take care of them. Long story short, they got into an age-changer invention thing, and they all turned into babies. Aren’t they the cutest? Especially little Sonic.” She bent down and started cooing to him. “Yes? Who’s the cutest little baby in the whole universe? You are! Yes you are, yes you are~!” The girls watched as Amy fangirled over her crush as an infant.

“Wow, Pinky. I’m guessing if you and Big Blue were to have a kid, he’d look just like that.” Rouge smirked. Amy blushed.

“That is, if he actually likes me...” Amy muttered. “But what about you and Knuckles, hmm?” Amy smirked back at her. This time it was Rouge that had gone the same color as her favorite red echidna. Amy giggled at her reaction. “Anyways, we should buy some clothes, because they’re only covered by their normal outfit, but the sports tape was there, and Amy was worried they’d wrap it around their necks and suffocate.

“I have some baby clothes from when I was taking care of Cheese’s children. Maybe that could fit on them?” Blaze asked. Amy nodded eagerly.

“Yes please! I don’t want to waste money on something that won’t even come to use later on!” Amy squeaked out in agitation. They all separated to retrieve everything they needed for the boys. They all met back at Amy’s house.

“Okay, now, we should feed them. Yes~, we should feed your chubby wittle tum-tums!~ Yes, we should! Who wants chilidogs, and grow so big and strong, and have your little Ames swoon over how handsome you are?~” Amy continued to baby-talk to Sonic, as he only giggled and fell over to his side. This made all the girls go crazy over how adorable and pure he was acting. The others, desperate for attention, dragged themselves onto the girls’ laps. They all fan-girled because the boys they’ve wanted since, well, FOREVER, crawled into their laps submissively!

“OH MY ASS, THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME, KNUXIE IS ON MY LAP! I mean, not the way I wanted, but YES.” Rouge squealed with excitement. She stroked his dreads, while Blaze was running her hands through Silver’s quills. Lyra was gently traced the red stripes on Shadow’s quills, being very light, so he wouldn’t get all moody and fuss about it. Sonic noticed this and grimaced at them. He climbed up on to Amy, and nipped at the top of her dress.

“Oh my goodness! Uhh, what am I supposed to do? SONIC! Stop nipping at my dress, little gummy bear!” Amy said, grabbing baby Sonic’s torso and lifted him up, while he flailed his arms and legs around. “Stop it! Do you want any chilidogs?” Sonic immediately stopped and smiled with his mouth open. He put his tiny little hand in his mouth and gurgled. Amy inwardly swooned, her cheeks heating up. Even as a baby, Sonic was still a ladies’ man. She put them on a floor, after putting a plastic tablecloth cover under them, and prepared their food. Amy mashed up the chilidogs, making sure it wasn’t too spicy, and fed it to Sonic.

He happily ate it with no complaints, but you couldn’t really say the same for Knuckles and Silver. Silver constantly kept rejecting the food, and Knuckles wouldn’t pay attention. Knuckles seemed to look at something else, which wasn’t exactly food...

“WOAH MY CHAOS! KNUCKLES! I’M NOT FOOD!” Rouge yelled as Knuckles pounced on Rouge and attempted to pull down the heart on her outfit. After a few minutes of squirming and yelling and Lyra having to pry Knuckles’s hands off with a crowbar, Silver and Shadow seemed to be enjoying the show in front of him, and Sonic was laughing hysterically and clapped his hands. After all that happened, the girls decided that the boys needed a bath.

Amy filled the bathtub up, strapping Sonic to her with a scarf, seeing as she didn’t have those baby-body carrier things. (I’m not going to look it up to confirm its name) The bathtub was too deep for the kids, and they couldn’t exactly sit on their own, so the girls got their swimsuits and went into the water with them. They used washcloths to cleanse them, covering their eyes when they got to the lower body. They gurgled and giggled. (Lmao I keep repeating the same words over and over again) Shadow, being Shadow, only huffed, while his tail wagged. Lyra chuckled at his reaction.

Now, you might be wondering, ‘Doesn’t Sonic hate water?’ Why yes, he does. I forgot to mention that Amy had a hard time getting him into the bathtub, he kept spindashing out of the tub and Amy had to catch him before he fell on the ground.

“Sonic! Get in the bathtub, NOW.” Amy gave a deadly glare to Baby Sonic, and he widened his eyes, a little creeped out by her, but didn’t obey her. He tried to run, but only being around six months, he had a little trouble crawling. Amy picked him up, and distracted him by kissing him on his bare stomach, while he laughed. While he was chortling, Amy quickly bounced right into the tub. Silver was making the bubbles and water float. As if sensing Sonic’s fear of water, he made the water fall onto Sonic. Blaze scolded him, while Amy glared at him.

Sonic smirked at Silver, while Shadow did something that wiped the smug look off his face. Shadow took a toy that could soak in water, and he squeezed it, causing the water to fall all over Sonic. He whined, splashing water into Shadow’s eyes, and before the girls could even blink, they started a water fight. They got the babies out before the fight got physical.

Amy got a call from Tails that the age reverse mawas face, and they quickly took them to Tails’s workshop.

“Are you girls ready?” Tails asked. The girls were internally crying. They had grown emotionally attached to the babies during the one hour they had them. Perhaps it was because the boys gave more attention to them more than they had when they were adults. They brought the kids in blankets, so the neighbors wouldn’t start rumors.

“Can we just say goodbye?” Blaze asked in a depressed tone. Tails nodded.

“Take all the time you want. I don’t think anything’s gonna happen, anyways.” He replied. The girls smiled.

“Even though the babies are far more charming, cuter, kinder, and actually appear thankful when we do something for them.” Amy sighed as she snuggled Sonic into her arms. “But I love him more as his normal self. Even if we have to endure their dumb, cruel behavior, we still love them. Don’t tell them we said that, or else.” Amy continued, before glaring at Tails to keep the secret. Tails nodded rapidly. They placed the babies in the invention, after giving them kisses on the cheeks and forehead.

“One...Two...THREE!” And with that, the boys were back to normal. The girls ran up to them, and hugged their favorite boy, from Amy to Sonic, Blaze to Silver, Rouge to Knuckles, and Lyra to Shadow. Sonic didn’t know what to do, Silver hugged her back, Knuckles was blushing by the ‘you-know-what’ squishing against his chest, and Shadow was trying to push Lyra away.

“Sorry, Knuxie. It’s just that...we missed you!” Rouge cried as she jumped on Knuckles once more. Once Tails explained what had happened, Sonic grabbed Amy’s waist and whispered into her ear.

“By the way, we could see and hear everything while we were babies. We could also control ourselves.” Insert a blushing Amy Rose processing everything he had just said.

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atths--twice · 4 years

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Next story! I wrote this one at a request from @season4mulder asking for a story based on the video I’m sure we’ve all seen, of a dad dancing in the bathroom with his little girl in her bath towel, singing along to a Maroon 5 song. Not wanting to completely copy that, I made up my own version and I hope you enjoy it. 💜

Daydreams and Realities 2/5

Spanning the time of their partnership, discoveries are made about each other. Sharing of beloved memories, creates new ones that are passed down through the years.

Motel rooms were famously well known for having thin walls, something Scully was always skeptical of, until she spent more time on the road than in her own apartment, and she could attest to the fact.

Through those thin walls she heard so much: television shows, loud laughter, conversations, fights, heartbreak, and sex.

So much sex.

She never hated the sound of pleasure and the cry of release more so than when she lay alone and sexless on scratchy motel sheets, in another no name town, following some lead that struck Mulder’s fancy.

It was not all bad, though. Some nights she heard wonderful sounds of happiness and excitement, and she learned some things about her partner she may never have known.

In the early days, when they had been thrown together and strangers to one another, she kept her distance once they were back at their motel rooms. Usually after an exhausting day, she would shower and get in bed, sleep overtaking her as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But as they became comfortable with each other, she began to learn more about him. He liked iced tea, vanilla ice cream cones, strawberries, and preferred waffles over pancakes. He liked older music, especially Elvis, singing along anytime a song came on the radio.

One morning though, as she walked across the room to grab her shoes, she heard quiet singing coming from Mulder’s. Smiling, she stepped closer to the adjoining door, pressed her ear to the crack and listened, expecting to hear an Elvis song.

What she heard instead caused her to pull her head back in surprise. Smiling wider, she placed her ear back on the crack of the door and hummed along as he sang.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shavin’ razor's cold, and it stings

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh, and our good time starts and end Without dollar one to spend But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Believing him to be finished, she stepped away from the door, and grabbed her shoes. As she sat on the bed, he belted out louder than before and she giggled, covering her mouth in case he heard her.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen Cheer up, sleepy Jean

She could hear him moving around as he started the song over and she imagined him dancing as he got ready for the day.

Wondering what made him choose that song, she grinned, planning to tease him about it later. Subtlety, of course.

Waiting for him to knock on her door, she thought of that song and the memories tied to it. It had not been until she was older that she appreciated it, when both she and Missy had giggled over pictures of Davy Jones. They sang that song loudly into hairbrushes as they looked in the mirror, laughing and falling onto their beds.

Hearing Mulder sing it however, there had to be a story behind it.

As they drove away from the motel, she began to hum the tune. Keeping her eyes on the road, and him in her peripheral, she saw him whip his head around to look at her.

“Yeah, I heard you,” she said, turning to look at him with a smirk. “Who would have known you liked The Monkees, Agent Mulder?” She smiled at him and he shook his head.

“I don’t like The Monkees,” he said, his eyes flicking to the road.

“Ha!” She laughed and shook her head. “As I was just treated to a rousing rendition of “Daydream Believer,” you’ll have to forgive me if I find that to be untrue.” He sighed, but she saw the smile pulling at his lips. “I’m waiting.”

He sighed again and glanced at her with a smile before looking back at the road. “My mother liked The Monkees. I remember her playing the records when I was younger. Especially when Samantha was little. The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees… she used to put it on and dance around with her, singing the words as she did. I heard those songs so often, they are permanently seared in my brain. I guess today, they just needed to come out.” He smiled and she nodded.

“She liked Davy Jones?”

“Jones? No, no… she loved Micky Dolenz. Always said he was handsome and had the best singing voice of the four.” He shrugged and she stared at him with a smile. “Did you like Davy Jones, Scully?” He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

“Of course. He was the heartthrob.”

“Pfft. A bit short.”

“Hey!”

“Well, I suppose not for you.” She smacked his arm, both of them laughing.

“The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees was my favorite album,” she told him and he grinned.

From that moment, any Monkees song they heard made them smile. Sometimes even singing along loudly, depending on their location, or level of tiredness. They shouted and laughed as they discussed who the best member was and he teased her for loving Davy Jones. Even going so far as to speak in an English accent, which she pretended to hate, but secretly loved. It became their thing, along with millions of others.

Ups and downs, years together and some apart, and then some spent literally running for their lives, they moved into a little house of their own. Someplace out of the city, far from prying eyes, the nearest neighbor, nearly a half of a mile away.

Before there was hardly anything filling it and making it a home, they danced to The Monkees record they both loved. Where Mulder found the record and the record player she had no idea, but she suspected her mother had a hand in it somehow.

While “Daydream Believer” was the most popular song from that album, the one he played first was “We Were Made for Each Other.” Pulling her close and singing softly in her ear, they danced slowly around the empty room, her eyes closed as he held her.

I wanted you from the first day I saw you, The first day I looked into your eyes That's when I knew that I would adore you It was no surprise

We were made for each other As the stars were made for the sky We were made for each other. No other love have I.

You took my hand. Was it then you had known it? Was that when you started loving me? Was it the way I smiled that had shown it? Was that the day you could see?

We were made for each other As the stars were made for the sky. We were made for each other No other love have I.

We were made for each other As the stars are made for the sky. We were made for each other No other love have I.

One song later, still slow dancing in silence, their song started and he twirled her out and back in again, both of them laughing.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

He looked into her eyes with a smile, before he kissed her, and spun them around the room, singing loudly as they did. She laughed, happy to be in a home, someplace solid and sure, with the man she loved.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Hmm. The feeling is more than mutual, Miss Scully,” he whispered with a kiss.

As the house filled and became cluttered, their lives changed. In times of stress and sadness though, the record player was turned on and he pulled her into his arms, dancing around the room as she cried or told him of her day. Sometimes both. His attention and the feel of his arms around her always helped, even if the sadness still remained.

Years passed, rather uneventfully in their little house, until one day it was eventful and they broke, splintering far past the fix of a simple spin around the room as the scratchy sound of a beloved record filled the air.

They separated, each missing the other greatly, but needing the time apart to repair themselves and then to repair together.

Unbeknownst to them, as they slowly made their way back to one another, a new life was created; another miracle child began to grow inside of her, seventeen years after the first one had come into the world.

They were both elated and scared simultaneously. What would this child represent? Would it be like William, a child hunted and desired to be used by others?

Their fears were allayed when their daughter was born. Perfect, beautiful, and normal. She became the light in their lives, what should have been years ago. In the happy and celebrated was also a sadness, but one they both now discussed, tears shared instead of hidden.

It was nearly impossible to be sad for too long with a baby in the house. One with big blue eyes and a bubbly happy laugh. She charmed herself around Mulder’s finger the second she arrived into the world and that doting attention did not wane as she grew into an inquisitive toddler. They were the best of friends and Scully loved watching them together.

They still had dance parties, the old record player dusted off, despite all the songs they could ever want to hear, available to them at the push of a button.

“Not the same,” Mulder said, as the record began to play and he picked Faith up, dancing with her around the living room as she shrieked and giggled.

She was exposed to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Monkees, The Mamas and The Papas, Cher, Prince, Elvis, musicals, and so much more. She loved all of it, her little body moving to the beat of the music.

When she was grumpy, or her tears could not be stopped, Mulder stuck with the tried and true song from the past, turning on or singing “Daydream Believer,” as he held her tight.

She heard it many times and as a result, it was one of the first songs she knew, calling it “day-de” and swaying as she reached her little arms up to be held.

As her vocabulary increased, she was able to sing along, and they were both tickled as she belted out the words. Not completely correct, but that made it even more adorable.

One late summer afternoon, when the heat was just beginning to become intolerable, Scully escaped to the cool of the air conditioned car, went to get some food for dinner. Their portable air conditioner was nice, but the car was much better, as she could have all the vents to herself.

Walking into the store, she took her time deciding, relaxing in the cool of the building. Finally choosing a precooked chicken, ingredients for a salad, a baguette and some ice cream, she left the store. Blasting the air again, she drove home.

When she arrived, she shook her head with a smile as she took the bags from the car. The hose was lying in the wet grass, attached to the oscillating sprinkler head. No sign of either Mulder or Faith, the excursion outside must have been a quick one.

She walked past Bella, snoozing in the shade on the porch, and into the cool of the house, sighing with relief. Putting away the groceries, she could hear the shower running and then shutting off. As she finished her task, her curiosity got the better of her and she walked upstairs quietly.

As she got to their bedroom door, she heard the familiar song start and then Mulder’s voice singing above it.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sing The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shavin’ razor's cold, and it stings

Stepping to the bathroom doorway with a smile, she saw them both wrapped in towels: his dark blue one was around his waist and she was wearing her purple hooded one. He spun them around and they both sang out loudly to the song coming from his phone.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be

Taking out her phone, Scully began to record them.

Oh, and our good time starts and end Without dollar one to spend But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

They looked at Scully, singing together, Faith grinning from ear to ear.

“Mommy! We singin’!”

“Big finish, my Faithy!”

He spun them around, then back and forth, bouncing her in his arms.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen Cheer up sleepy Jean

They stopped as the song finished and bent toward Scully, as though taking a bow. She laughed and stopped the video, turning off her phone and slipping it into her pocket. She took Faith and squeezed her as she spun her around.

“What’s going on up here?” she asked as she tickled her, pulling the hood of the towel down and finding her hair wet.

“Well, Daddy had a fantastic idea to play in the sprinkler,” Mulder said, unwrapping his towel and she saw he was in a bathing suit. She looked him up and down, admiring his near naked body, but he did not notice as he was throwing his towel on the tub. “It seemed like a perfect idea: a warm day and nice cool water. We changed, grabbed our towels and well… it was fun until I saw her shivering and I felt terrible. She was so chilly, I thought a warm shower would warm her the fastest and so, here we are.” He shrugged and smiled, rubbing Faith’s back as he stepped closer to them.

“Daddy,” she said, reaching for him. “We had fun in the water.”

“We did,” he smiled, holding her and kissing her cheek. “Next time we decide to do that, we’ll have a little pool or something, and let the water warm up in the sunshine first.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said so solemnly, they both laughed.

“Let’s get changed and we’ll have a little snack. How does that sound?” he asked and she nodded. Handing her to Scully, he winked and danced out of the room.

Giggling, she and Faith followed and continued on to Faith’s bedroom where Scully changed her out of her little ruffly strawberry bathing suit and into a sundress.

“Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Yup. Daddy is my bestest friend.”

“Yes, I know he is,” Scully said with a smile, running her fingers through Faith’s hair.

“I love you, Mommy,” Faith said, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“I love you too, my baby,” she said, lifting her off the changing table, grabbing her towel, and leaving the room.

Tossing the towel to Mulder as he emerged from the bedroom, dressed and running his fingers through his hair, she continued down the stairs, setting Faith down at the bottom.

“How about apples, cheese, and pretzels? Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!”

Scully smiled as she went to get the snack ready and Faith played with her toys. Mulder joined her in the kitchen, Faith laughing at the monster voice he used upon entering the room.

“Eat this on the porch?” he asked and she nodded. They put the plate of cheese and bowls of apples and pretzels on a tray, along with a water bottle for Faith.

Opening the door, Bella woke up and stretched before walking over to Faith with a wagging tail, licking her cheek when she was close. Mulder set the tray on the railing and handed Faith a couple pretzels. She took a bite of one and gave the other half to Bella.

“Oh honey, don’t… eh,” Mulder said, with a dismissive wave, knowing his words would fall on deaf ears. She shared her food with Bella no matter the constant admonitions not to do it.

Scully smiled as she watched her, a little girl doing things her way, no matter what they told her. She was going to be a tough one. Catching Mulder’s eye, he shook his head, undoubtedly thinking along the same lines.

“Well, your little sprinkler idea may have been a bust, but at least the grass got some water,” she teased as she walked over to take an apple off the plate. He laughed and put his arm around her.

“Always look on the bright side of life, ” he sang softly and she laughed, remembering nights of watching Monthy Python with him, and laughing hysterically.

As he sang the chorus again, she whistled the accompanying tune. Putting her arm around his waist, she rested her head on his shoulder. Looking at Faith and Bella sitting together on the porch step, she smiled.

The bright side of life, daydreams, yellow submarines, over the rainbow… she would take all the happiness she could get.

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Post MSIV #Family Life: The Story Beyond the Series #Music #Happiness #Love and Caring #Comfort #Laughter #Family Fluff #Family Feels

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sugar-petals · 5 years

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bleeding hearts and happy days [m.]

❖ pairing. | dom!reader x sub!taehyung x sub!baekhyun

❖ summary. | you meet up with two escorts in an abandoned hotel room.

❖ a/n. | tumblr doesn’t like my sad horny shakespearean fic right here, this is a reupload. random parts of the story disappeared without a trace, so here we go again.

❖ word count. | 7.1k

❖ genre. | smut, angst, prostitution au, drama — starcrossed lovers

❖ warnings. | major character death implied, polyamory, threesome, bdsm, bondage, femdom, noona kink, cigarettes on skin, smoking kink, harnesses, ball gags, riding, pregnancy kink, crying, slapping, bruises, lace & mesh, tattoos, bj with teeth, lactation kink, aftercare, tae doms baekhyun briefly, hair-pulling, neck pain, spanking, unhealthy relationships, infertility, medication, alcohol, mentioned abuse, jealousy/rivalry, motorcycle accident

❖ masterlist

It’s so late that the reception is long closed. Nobody in this hotel bothers with anything, really. But he has Room 31′s rusty key and a little note with your name on it.

Determined to find the right corridor fast since his watch says he’s running late. Fifteen minutes past the usual time.

The client earlier had simply been a pain, but that’s just life. He moves on, takes the money. One bruise more or less won’t make him any more shattered at this point.

Finding the floor isn’t so difficult. As he suspected, the Incheon Royal is a small hotel indeed despite its big name.

Everyone knows the Royal's heyday has already passed.

It’s harder to tell from the outside because of the neighboring houses that blend into the building complex. All of them are ugly as shit. So Baekhyun would not spend too much time looking at them. He would rather rummage in his red bag to see if he didn’t forget anything.

He’d rather look at you, no matter how bitter-sweet the feeling in his chest is.

That’s why he agreed to do all of this in the first place.

31 is halfway posh judging by the door, but still quite a tiny spot in the very last corner of the house, first floor. Most of the lighting here is defunct, so he uses the brightness of his phone screen boasting a holiday picture from Osaka. He’s glad he got the keys. Knocking would feel so weird, you’ve never done this before.

Fucking each other in a hotel, that is.

You usually meet Baekhyun at his place, or the place as he always says. Which is cozy because he knows how to decorate it with lights and fabric. Who knows who taught him all that. His little space there is great. Unlike the shabby wall that welcomes him here in Room 31′s little hell. The door’s appearance has been deceptive enough. There’s no stench coming from somewhere dodgy in this apartment, gladly. But that’s a very low standard, isn’t it?

And who had the idea to rent this — Kim Taehyung, that handsome motherfucker.

Baekhyun promises himself to smoke five cigarettes later.

He turns to find you in the bathroom trying to detangle your hair after a busy day. The sixth album of The Doors is on repeat in the living room. It makes him hum to the beat, he’s heard it so often. You’re rolling down your stockings when he enters, laughing.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry, this is—”

“Quite perfect, pretty messed up.”

And you’re certain about this. No other spot in the outskirts of Incheon City would be better. Taehyung is not as naïve as literally anyone at the place thinks.

“He booked it with good reason.”

“You sure?”

Baekhyun puts down the key, his bag, and joins you at the sink. He apologizes with three, four, five kisses that it took so long. His lips are chapped.

Every minute stolen hurts each time.

You tousle your hair a bit more.

He strips down and steps into the shower with only his lacy top on — because he knows you like it. It hides some scars, too, ones that he still feels shameful of. There are little roses and thorns embellishing the areas, it’s a lace pattern you haven’t seen on him yet. It’s new.

You’re glad that your money does find its way even if his debt eats it all up. He got himself a new motorcycle as well. Not the fanciest one, but it does the job. It’s parked behind the hotel, he says.

The shower is quick and shallow as not to smudge his makeup. There's already a silent arrangement, it’s your job to do that. He does sing, proud that he gets the more difficult notes right, and says that you don't have to bother with the brushes and combs. You know he'd have your head between your legs by now, but today's different.

Baekhyun continues to belt out more, whatever comes to his mind, and you can almost forget that it's Room 31 you're in.

You want to show him the towels when there’s a hastened knock on the door. He's huffing.

“The sucker's here!”

Baekhyun hurries outside the bathroom, leaving wet blotches all over the carpet on his way. Not that anybody in this hotel would care. Who knows when this carpet has been inspected for the last time.

You hear Taehyung’s agitated, happy voice alternate with Baekhyun’s scolding in the entrance room after the door creaks open. You think your hair won’t get any better no matter what you try anyways, and peek out of the bathroom door grinning.

“I like it here. It’s got antiques, they’re just really dusty.”

“See!” says Taehyung who currently leans an umbrella against the wall. “Knew she likes places like these.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes. But he won’t say anything now. Taehyung pulls off his trenchcoat smiling. You point at his umbrella.

“It really rained?”

“Was just a quick shower, the weather isn’t bad. Did he have it worse?”

Taehyung cocks a brow up at still-wet Baekhyun.

“Washed up, you just interrupted. The question is, are you clean?”

“Cleaner than a senior getting naked for a client faster than it’s normal.”

Baekhyun bites down hard on his bottom lip. You pull both of them into the living room where the TV is on, showing Cher’s greatest hits or something. It’s just the music channel. Taehyung instantly starts swaying to the beat while Baekhyun remains stiff.

In any other case, he’d probably swallow it up and act like it’s nothing. Clients pay more for a threeway than when he just shows up solo.

But it’s you.

He has learned that he can be himself. Good and bad sides. The latter he has many of. Maybe more of. Taehyung would agree.

To be fair, Baekhyun bears the brunt of questionable clients at his place so you don’t resent him for it. You don’t know about Taehyung. He’s probably not seen the dark side of the business yet. It’s his second time with you and Baekhyun is joining.

In fact, Baekhyun first recommended him to you for an individual session.

Cher keeps on singing, almost taunting while Taehyung flings his mesh jacket to the side and gets into position. You’ve thought a long time about how you’d do all of this, but you got the details down. And everyone agreed. Baekhyun never hesitated.

“Baek, can you pass me the bag?” Taehyung wriggles on the tacky sofa.

“Hey, uppity. It’s not yours. I’ll do that.”

And Baekhyun goes to get the bag and a towel to dry up a bit. The lace top sticks to his chest like a second skin. You can see how he moves his torso differently because he wants to show it off to you.

He returns with two ropes, two polished red ball gags.

Taehyung actually does stay perfectly still when Baekhyun starts making his usual chest harness. Loop here, strap there. It’s astounding how much more serious he is when Taehyung is with him.

You’d pay the world for them, even if Baekhyun once said he’d do it for free because he loves you. He had one bottle too much back then.

Cher switches to Barbra Streisand.

Taehyung grins weirdly once the gag is in place, provoking your smile. He knows he fucked you so good last time that you figured two times the bliss was a good idea. He still has a bruise that's rather colorful.

You proceed to fixate Baekhyun in a similar bondage style. It only takes a bit longer. His hair has dried up a fair bit; the spikes of his bangs almost get into his eyes.

He whispers once you have to bend down closely next to his head.

“Missed it too much. Y/N. They fucked me up.”

You suppress an urge to cry by pulling the rope tighter than usual where you would keep it deliberately loose. All the frustration in the world goes into this one rope. Maybe if you knot him up extra hard, he’ll forget about the days when it’s not you screwing him at the place but another oily, bearded scumbag peeing on him or some priss with gnawed off nails.

“No condoms, as usual?”

He always asks without failure, no matter how often he’s said it. It must have been a hundred times. Your answer is always the same, too.

“Wish something could actually grow in there.”

It’s never easy to say. But the look that follows in Baekhyun’s eyes has never ceased to gleam.

“Don’t you ever worry about it, Noona.”

You can’t reply for long.

“And him?” is all that comes out.

“Taehyung’s tested as well, doc came in on Friday. Seokjin can be strict on us if he really wants it. He can’t risk losing another regular.”

Seokjin, head of the place. You do like him, much more than the majority of other boys that Baekhyun sometimes has to recruit. Taehyung being one of them was a stroke of luck. You still prefer to ride Baekhyun for the night, and have the rope do its job.

But Taehyung does look beautiful tonight with his glossy lips and shiny red pants. When he peels them off, even failing to get it right once or twice, the feeling in your chest is less numb.

Baekhyun's tense, but hard enough for you to slip down on. It’s less than graceful, but you do manage somehow, fingers intertwined with the harness. The pace is raw. You're not wet enough, and he can't get it upright completely. Today’s different.

It's too much effort. Taehyung mires with big eyes and groans away when you bring Baekhyun alive with a couple thrusts. Harder than usual. Little goosebumps loom under the cover of his lace top. Taehyung’s still moaning and grinding, trying to get some friction from the rope that would lend the pleasure he is longing for. But it only hurts. That’ll do, too.

Whatever body spritz Baekhyun is always using, now that it’s gone you can smell the real him. Any shower in the world could not clean him from the way people have treated him for a few dimes, but he’s happy knowing you like his scent as it is.

It’s very sweet naturally, not rich and balmy like any perfume in his collection, nor dusty and rosy and all sandalwood, whatever they use to make it smell really thick. He’s just Baekhyun how you adore him. Vulnerable. Bound underneath you, breath so heavy, inside of you at the mercy of your hips.

A slap to the cheek only makes him harder. Taehyung struggles next to you trying to touch himself.

“Selfish boys get two.”

And you slap Taehyung twice. Three times for good measure. So strong, your own palm hurts. Even if he shakes from the impact, he still scrambles for more and tries to reach his cock. You spit on his face and turn to focus on Baekhyun again, leaving Taehyung red and sulking, even more eager.

You know exactly who taught him how to be so insatiable.

It’s easy to peel off the lacey hem at Baekhyun’s abdomen. You didn’t use too much rope to cover the area. It’s deliberate. Between your fingers blooms the tattoo that he got for your anniversary. The day has been kept secret, although people knew Baekhyun went to the parlor in a more lofty part of town.

It's a fragile stem with a row of bleeding hearts. Some opened, some still buds.

The ink’s crimson color is more vibrant than ever. How he smells like could very well be the scent of flowers, or at least you imagine it to be like that.

The tattoo marks the spot where Baekhyun is the most sensitive. It’s not enough to bounce hard on his cock until he thinks you’ll rip his foreskin right off, it’s not enough to tighten around him, making feel he suffocates just by that.

No, only the bleeding hearts make a difference.

“Who are you to me?” you say, and face the truth looking into his eyes.

“I’m your, your bitch.”

“And what does a bitch do?”

“Give you the best seed I have.”

“Then breed me good, bitch!”

Your thumbs circle in to stroke the tattoo. Not much is needed until he chews on his lip again. Baekhyun's skin is so soft in that spot, you think he went out of the way not shaving it to keep a few of his thin little hairs there.

The blood pressure pops a vein or two in his eyes when you shove your fingers into his mouth and half down his throat. He’s coughing. You keep your hips still for Baekhyun to shoot you up with his dripping release, and continue to bounce taking all the hot cum deeper.

Whenever he stopped counting the positions you tried, you gave up wanting to make it all stay inside.

Taehyung’s gonna sneer over how everyone knows it anyways.

That you’re creaming Baekhyun’s dick without protection every time, and probably have fifteen of his samples in your gyno’s basement freezer. Or your own. He once joked that you’re probably mixing it with a milkshake every morning just to be sure. He knows it tastes good.

When Baekhyun’s semen comes dripping out, you free Taehyung from his ball gag hoping something good and uplifting would come out of his mouth.

“Ever tried using his tears instead, Y/N?”

You were wrong.

The ball gag goes back. You cover the tattoo while Baekhyun’s chest finds its normal rhythm again. As an only solace, the moldy air in the hotel room is now tinted with Baekhyun’s sweat through and through. You say the words as you always do without exception.

“You’ll be my baby father so soon. We’ll be lucky this time.”

“Am all yours.”

Taehyung just sighs, wriggling more again.

"Cheesy fucks can't help it."

Click. Click, click. The lighter has been used so often, you need to give it a go three times until the flame remains standing.

They don’t bother. The hotel. Who knows if they have ever seen the day that the smoking ban was announced back in, well. Many, many years ago. Baekhyun’s jacket had left you with a vast variety to pick from.

And so, he smokes. No hands, you’re the one to tap off the ashes on Taehyung’s chest. In the hopes that it will leave some painful traces. Taehyung hates being a rookie. If there’s something that brings in cash, it’s that he’s experienced and it shows.

Even if he winces every time, or a tear comes from the corner of his eye, he doesn’t make a single noise. His cock stays down, what else would it do, he’s getting burned alive. Baekhyun smiles with the cigarette between his teeth, inhaling a bit deeper each time. The smoke mingles at the ceiling where a broken chandelier dangles back and forth.

He knows how much it hurts, you’ve done it to him twice. Or maybe three times because you’ve asked to do it again. Of course, Taehyung has seen what refused to heal on Baekhyun’s arms and shoulders for weeks. Maybe in the showers. He got jealous, that’s all you know.

“Thighs? Looks empty on there.”

You flick the cigarette from Baekhyun’s mouth again. Taehyung nods, but regrets the decision when you stub the glowing end right in the middle of the curved leg. It’s the spot where he takes care to wax the most. He’s crying, and Baekhyun laughs again.

“Now you’ve got what you wanted. That’ll stay,” he says.

Taehyung opens his mouth for the first time to speak through the tears. The gag leaves its place. The glossy lips part, more demure than ever.

“Thank you, N— noona!”

You reply pinching at Taehyung's loins. The cigarette is back between Baekhyun’s teeth.

“That's what got your dick up, didn’t it.”

Taehyung can only mouth a little Yes. He exhales, averts his gaze. No more eye contact. Just a whimper. You know it's Baekhyun who taught him that.

The cigarette smoke is denser now that you dedicate all of your attention to Taehyung. The grip on his shaft is harder than the first time he came to you. When you thought he'd be so fragile, being new to the game. But you found out he can take a whole lot. Much more than Baekhyun if you’re being honest about it.

Your clit is where the tip of his cock belongs, and where it is abused. Rubbing it, poking it, sliding it back and forth reckless abandon. Smearing Baekhyun’s cum all over the place until it feels all grimy and cold, making its way down your inner thighs. They both observe it drip, and things get hazy in the smoke.

Your fingers give Taehyung tough love in another tight seize so no pre-cum dares to peak out. It’s only until you shake him back and forth that it gets to a level where you feel at least some stimulation. Pressing him against your clit feeling how he trembles from the friction. His little noises amuse you each time.

More whimpers. You continue with a firm hold on his shaft, hoping to find out how far he can please you. He’s getting a taste of what it’s like when you grow your nails out. And shake him more. The feeling becomes stronger. Maybe he can satisfy you today. Work’s been tough, it's deeply needed.

You take a deep breath to inhale the cloud of nicotine that’s been building all around, and ride the wave it brings. Baekhyun will get you hooked on these, fuck him. But you’re breathing it with Taehyung’s dick grazing between your legs.

It's providing at least a bit of heat now that you've gone cold. Making you feel something Baekhyun increasingly won’t manage to fulfill. Well, unless he keeps whispering “I’ll knock you up, mommy” with his cock balls deep up your ass. Because by now, you both believe it’s likelier that you get pregnant this way. Taehyung on the other hand just has to mumble anything to turn you on. His voice is so raspy and deep. Everything about his body feels vital, and voluptuous, so pretty, so fertile.

Baekhyun knows that.

And if that’s what will get you going, he’ll watch like this.

With you cumming all over Taehyung’s cock. It’s such a beautiful icing. The relief is not only physical, but mental. You still chafe him across your labia with no end in sight, because those are the seconds you pay for that Baekhyun can’t give you. Taehyung is glad to be so hard, otherwise he’d break like a straw. You love how thick his girth grows, it likes your hands and their pressure, and you coating him with a fresh creamy glaze.

If Baekhyun is your bitch, Taehyung is your personal joystick to drip on.

You don’t pay him as well as you would like to, but he’s ridiculously cheap. Seokjin won’t let him take tips unless he fucked his way up, it’s how it is. He’s not made a name for himself yet, but the orgasms he gives you leave a special feeling for countless minutes after. It’s probably how much cash Baekhyun makes that causes Taehyung to work so much harder. You can see it in his eyes. But if all goes well, he won’t get money to clear a dozen figures debt like Baekhyun does. That’s what keeps him going. Or maybe he just has a magic dick.

Baekhyun knows the answer. He’d pay Taehyung to get you off himself if only Seokjin allowed it. But, as far as you know, the place has plenty of rules.

Baekhyun can’t stop grinning, but you don’t. Your high faded when he ogled the pack of cigarettes again. There are only few of them left inside, all in shambles.

“Your lungs are tar black already. Before your heart is...”

A few last puffs swirl to the ceiling when you take the cigarette to the center glass table where it fades out. The smell still lingers. You return to flip him around on the spot. A series of firm slaps find their way to Baekhyun’s ass. Every strike buries him deeper in the pillows face down.

“That’s for laughing. If someone laughs, it’s me. Did you get that, babe?”

“I apologize!”

“Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t!”

“His pain is mine to enjoy. Not yours.”

Another smack.

“I promise, I won’t do it again, Noona, please! I won't!”

“Taehyung even said thank you. When will you ever say that, bitch?”

“You know I’ll never be ungrateful, you know it.”

"Mean it, baby?"

"Really do."

Baekhyun is crying. With a bright red ass and makeup completely smudged into the pillow. These are possibly the only two things he has not given up being vain about, and you love ruining them. At the end of the day, it’s what he finds enjoyable about his profession. You’re the only one who is allowed to do it, after all.

“Been a while since I could see you blush. Not just in the face,” you poke his left buttcheek, eliciting a little sniff. “Pity that you cake it on, you always have to cry for me to get that shit off.”

You get to loosen up Taehyung’s rope now. It left deep traces, but it looks good on him.

“The day he wears no makeup is the day he dies,” Taehyung twirls at Baekhyun’s hair, and they both have to smile through the tears.

“At least he’s self-aware,” you drag up the lithe body from the pillow to cry at your chest. You’ve got a white shirt on, but who cares. “Why not cry a bit more for me, baby?”

And maybe Taehyung was right with tears.

Baekhyun has a hard time swallowing up Taehyung’s cock the way you want it. Every tug and shove at the back of his head makes him want to throw up more. All over the place like a decoration for Taehyung’s abdomen, but there’s nothing in his stomach that could possibly come up beside some bitter pulp and a pill. But he keeps on shoving himself down to the rhythm dictated by your hand in his hair, and hopes for the best.

Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke today.

Who knows how often he’s done that. Maybe it’s the only thing his throat is ever useful for. If he's fucked up, he's vivid. Talk's worthless, there is no sense in it. Throwing up on someone's balls at least makes him feel that there's still a bit of life somewhere in his gut. But he'd rather keep it down for the sake of the other.

Food he’s given up on. But if he’s fed cock by you, maybe he feels better about himself. With a little practice, Taehyung is good breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’ll consider blowing him some other time, maybe with a camera and client involved for some extra cash. Nothing’s for free. Gagging and taking it on the face gets him a bonus, too. Deepthroat is where the money is.

The pain at the back of his neck won’t be getting any better, but his tongue can’t complain. Taehyung did clean himself up just like he said. He could make it far, further than Baekhyun himself, with a huge waiting list at the place. But one thing he can’t do is choke so violently like this. One day, Taehyung might learn even that. A fast learner, isn't he? Yet as long as he gets a cock big enough rammed into his skull on the daily, Baekhyun's the best out there, and the worst in its best sense. If his brain comes out one day, he won't complain either. One less thing to worry about.

Bitches are dumb, that's what they are. Dumb as fuck. They give their mistress good semen instead. And get over neck pain.

The pace is vile. He knows that your arm won’t give up thrusting him down anytime soon. Baekhyun imagines how it must be like having your eyes. How it would be like to see it. Him trying to handle Taehyung’s dick with just a small mouth, good cheeks, no teeth, and a little courage. Gagging and drooling spit all over the place and half unconscious because it’s so good. You love his glossy eyes. They’re always so gorgeous. Baekhyun must be the most beautiful boy in the whole world when he does that. But he's too fast stuffing himself.

Of course, he throws up. Who wouldn’t, you have both of your index fingers hooked inside the corners of his mouth to keep him open wide, and Taehyung just keeps on thrusting his hips upward. The bitter taste alone makes Baekhyun vomit again, this time on the carpet. He’s so dizzy. He needs more cock to feel full and healthy again. You want to give him a minute, but he’s faster than that. Though less swift than Taehyung who knows that once Baekhyun’s stomach is already empty, he can pound away and fully destroy him. But both of them have to obey your pacing.

And this time, your tugging at Baekhyun’s hair is slow and gentle. So Taehyung follows that, too. Baekhyun’s lips look blurry, so crimson all around, and you make sure to hold his head down entirely to swallow Taehyung’s balls. Fucking his neck up entirely so his next client will be desperate in trying to use it, and failing. It's the only way he'll ever be yours. Taehyung's balls inside of him or not.

As far as he can judge with the bitterness in his mouth, they do taste good. Hallelujah, what a day. It’s just that his throat can only handle so many, and cracked lips are hell on earth. Gladly Taehyung has brittle stamina, especially because it’s Mister tightest throat alive sucking him off. At least that’s how the other boys call Baekhyun at the place. He keeps on sucking with that in mind, but the tug at his hair leaves no room for contemplation, nor does Taehyung's growling.

You've heard it before. It's so needy, but deeply hurt. Baekhyun bites down on him at the tap of your finger on his little wrist. The signal.

Taehyung blows up all messy and sticky until it drops out of Baekhyun’s nose. It's less bitter. How long did he have blue balls? It must have been more than an hour. You do the signal again for Baekhyun to unclench his jaw and bob his head again, to get at least a bit of Taehyung’s semen down. Because ultimately, the more you make him move, the more he has to cough and swallow. Breathing is hard now, but he’ll manage for the remaining seconds until you let go of his hair. He gags down the rest, even with vomit. His eyes are empty, but his cheeks glow.

“My baby did amazing.”

You wipe your sleeve at his nose. It wets almost immediately. Baekhyun sniffs and declines the sleeve, which you retreat. He's exhausted.

At least he doesn't do coke. He does cum.

Baekhyun pops off scrambling at your t-shirt almost immediately, and you curse yourself for not getting rid of it earlier. Even if Taehyung and literally anybody else at the place thinks it’s a little bit silly despite it being so standard, Baekhyun loves to suck your tits to calm himself down. For half an hour, well if he can, attaching to one breast at a time with both hands and his rosebud mouth. If they’d give him even one drop of milk, he would swim the entirety of the Pacific and back to drink it.

Taehyung giggles along while you pull off your shirt and have a clumsy go at it — Baekhyun’s too dizzy still, so he misses the mark as it usually happens. Although Taehyung is easily shushed, it still feels awkward. So you ask him to join. They alternate between sucking and kissing each other, having Taehyung taste his own cum and lubricating Baekhyun’s lips with it. What’s all over the carpet doesn’t really matter. It’s just the smell that makes you want to switch rooms. It’s all over Taehyung, too. So you decide to have the boys finish quite early into today's new fourty minute goal, suavely parting from your breast. The side where Baekhyun had led feels like it was about to tinge, but then again, just leaves a tense aureola for once. Next time, you ponder, would be a good time to admonish him. It's not like sucking dick where you get more for the heavier sucks. It's like love where there is a fine line between trying too hard and doing it just right.

The cubicle of the shower is calcified and rustier than the key to the apartment itself, nor do three people really fit inside the entire construction to begin with. But the showerhead works, so you use that one to get at least a bit of water rain down, and manage to get the grime off the boys and your breasts. Taehyung looks happy when you use too much soap on him, and tries to mess with Baekhyun’s hair so it’ll stand up vertically. With limited success, but Baekhyun is at least trying to retaliate getting Taehyung’s bubbly hair in a mess.

He’s not as sleepy as he usually is, which turns out to be a good sign as you think of it. Baekhyun has probably been rejecting one or two late-night clients recently. He never used to do that. For the sake of his rep, his wallet, his peace of mind because his perfectionism wouldn’t let him off the hook to have a good night’s sleep instead. But he’s not been busy so often in the last three weeks, you can tell by his social media updates and his texts. It’s rare that he gets a break or has the financial backing for it. Then again, it’s only been two clients or so. The ones who’d rather make him unable to go on working, so it would be counterproductive to spread his legs for them. Or maybe it was just Seokjin who made him take a day off out of necessity.

“You stole three of my clients!” Baekhyun goes on shoving water into Taehyung’s direction. “This is what you get for it!”

And there it is. You were wrong again.

“Can’t help being popular,” Taehyung replies ever so nonchalantly by taking the showerhead from you and spritzing Baehyun down head to toe until all the soapy mess is gone. “Clients aren’t deaf to house gossip, they pick new favorites each week.”

You snatch the showerhead back from the braggart and turn it in his direction at full blast. He ends up squealing and dancing in circles to avoid the water where it goes, but soon falls into Baekhyun’s arms because the shower floor is too slippery. Baekhyun flinches a bit when Taehyung rubs against him by accident.

"The tattoo?" Taehyung asks. You rummage with the soap again.

"Never had a day where it didn't feel sensitive," Baekhyun says.

"I want something like that, too, Noona!"

"Tae, you don't have a weak spot as far as I know."

"Really?"

"At least to this degree."

"What was getting it done like?"

"He fainted outside the parlor."

"No way!"

"He didn't drink and eat enough that day and it was boiling hot. The pain was only pulling the trigger on him."

You turn off the showerhead and towel down Baekhyun — save his face of course. He clings to the rest of what’s on there come fire or high water.

Before you can dry up Taehyung, the power is down in the hotel. Only the street lights illuminate the bathroom where you go by their silhouettes to finish up. You can’t tell whether it’s Taehyung, Baekhyun, or both kissing you quick in the dark. It's wet, it's cold, everything spins. A bad feeling in your gut lingers past their sloppy mouths that the night is over, and you're nowhere near the same as before. None of you is.

By the time Taehyung gets his phone to lighten up the hallway, power is back.

“I put some beetroot in the fridge. Go get yourself a slice or two, baby.”

Baekhyun shuffles into the corner, takes a tablecloth to open the fridge because the handle is crusty and yellow. The inside it halfway clean, especially since you put some plates in there earlier. And beetroot. It’s one of the few things he actually likes. It tastes disgusting, leaves red and violet blotches everywhere, and won’t ever make him full. That’s precisely why he likes it. You buy it because of whatever vitamins it has. Taehyung just thinks its weird and sometimes leaves cookies in the hallway for Baekhyun to chew on after he took two clients or so.

“There’s noodles, too. From Mr. Kim’s delivery. If you eat half of it, maybe mommy gives you a kiss on the forehead.”

You’re half joking. Or maybe not. Baekhyun considers the plate at least, removes the wrap, and smells at it. He picks up a fork wordlessly and stirs the meal. Since he doesn’t like being watched while eating, you and Taehyung sit down in the other room to have some chicken. The door in between is shut not to distract him with the smell. You do hear the fridge open and close two times while eating with Taehyung.

He says you did a good job. His chest still hurts. And Baekhyun really bit down hard blowing him so he can still feel it. His Friday clients will appreciate how it'll look like. He’s gonna have his asshole ravaged so hard, some unnerved doc has to stitch it back in. But now’s not the time to think about it. The chicken is delicious and you look so beautiful. He could get used to this. One day he might even have enough money to buy you some elaborate seafood dish from the luxury restaurant opposite to Mr. Kim. Be a good boy to you, get a big tip and a nice fuck. Life could be a dream and chicken is a splendid glimpse of it.

After more rummaging noises in the kitchen, Baekhyun returns with a little soy sauce showing around his mouth. He looks so downcast. You ask how he feels.

"You already know," he mumbles.

"Baby, sometimes even I can't read your mind."

"Hm."

"If you don't want to say it, that's okay."

"Noona..."

"Yes?"

He slumps down next to you, having the corners of his mouth wiped by Taehyung, who also wants to poke his cheeks but retreats his hands when Baekhyun doesn't react.

“Am just an A-class whore," he rubs his neck. "With nowhere to belong. Not worth a dick or dime.”

His voice is hoarse. You kiss his shoulders where the rope wasn't too tense.

“No, you’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

“I—”

“You belong here,” you lay your palm flat on your lap. Then below your chest where the heart is, “here. And here.” You finally place Baekhyun’s little hand at your forehead. “You already know you’re in there all the time, fucker. I'm thinking of you.”

“Some days I...”

“Hush, no more. Off with you to get some sleep.”

"Are you satisfied, Noona?"

"More than words can say. Now, come."

Taehyung guides Baekhyun into the corridor by the hand, checking his own rope marks before covering up. They have half faded, but the ones at his hip remain prominent and still burn a bit too much. Taehyung mumbles something about "cream later" and stuffs his top into the hem of his trousers. Baekhyun says that there's some stuff in his bag to mend it, but Taehyung declines.

“Well look at your makeup,” he coos and wipes down Baekhyun’s cheeks as if he didn’t see him cry.

It’s mostly sweat, isn’t it.

“Hotel Room service got a job tomorrow,” Baekhyun fastens his belt.

“It would be a surprise if that’s even a thing here. I thought you looked around?” you twinkle at him.

“I only see you.”

Taehyung huffs at that with an eye roll, phone out to text Seokjin. He gets a fast reply. He does watch out for his darlings every way, doesn’t he. You’ve met him countless times, he always does your bookings, too. You're sure he'll take care of Baekhyun tonight so he can sleep well.

“You don’t go home?” Taehyung blinks at you.

“I’m staying overnight, it’s convenient. Namjoon arranged a meeting with the team in the city centre tomorrow, just a five-minute walk so I don’t have to commute.”

“At least don’t sleep close to one of these dusty moldy things, Noona,” Baekhyun mumbles.

He nods his head in the direction of the almost decomposing stereo where The Doors are still playing.

“Says my baby hypocrite who’s gonna chain-smoke two packs when he’s out the door.”

You kiss him on the nose. It’s tender.

“Three if I can,” he smiles.

“Ugh, just go and pull a Shakespeare,” Taehyung snorts. He takes his umbrella and shakes it dry. “He’d spew some better jizz without the cigs anyway. That's why your eggs are done for, too. Fucking passive smokers complaining.”

But Baekhyun already picks up the red bag. He’s got the little note with your name on it tucked in at the side. It’s still from the first time you came to him. He did his best to keep any crease out of it. Taehyung looks down realizing that neither of you will talk about it, closing his trench coat. You kiss his forehead and make a silent promise to yourself to invite him again sometime, in a better hotel than this one.

A less pretty messed up place.

Wet drops from the umbrella are the last thing lingering on the carpet when you hear their voices blur in the distance of the corridor. Baekhyun pops a pill before turning the key in at the reception by placing it on its little bronze hook between Room 30 and 32.

Taehyung says he’ll take the car to pick up some groceries at the other end of the main street, and going to Mr. Kim’s to stock up. In the dim light of the backyard, they say goodbye and Baekhyun fastens his leather jacket. He gets out his gloves climbing the motorcycle parked in the corner with a deep exhale. Everything hurts. His ass feels like it could fall apart any second just sitting. All the dirty makeup has come off entirely by now judging by the tired reflection of the side mirror. His lace top is sticky against his chest underneath the jacket already. It’s cold sweat dripping down to his abdomen. The hearts are truly bleeding now.

Epilogue: Osaka

All of the streets are empty like his mind. He’ll get fucked up with another bottle later while Taehyung appeases some late-night clients. Probably by charming the bouncer a bit more than usual and telling him that Baekhyun took a lot of pills. Which won't be a lie. Your next time is already scheduled. Until then, Baekhyun hopes nobody finds drugs in the wrong spot or they let minors in by chance and the press picks up on it. The place is just too corrupt to prevail for a long time either way. Maybe he can move in with you next year if he isn’t done for by then. Enjoy a July afternoon in Seoul downtown, an iced coffee, an evening on the terrace opposite Mr. Kim's where there's live music. Pay the bills because it’s romantic. Pay the taxes because it's what a good citizen does. Quit smoking, retire from the place and earn money elsewhere. Eat healthy and get a proper sample for the fridge. Prepare to be a good father if you’re lucky that time. Be less deadbeat and more alive. Forget about everything. Maybe one day you’ll have fucked him so much, you pretty much bought him whole and he’s free. No debt left, no memories. That's why he hates to eat, it puts him as far away from that state of mind as possible: An everlasting blank slate. The final solace that never really came.

Recently, he has been wondering if that time ever comes. He coughs up blood, he can’t sleep, his lungs are so tense when breathing. Only more smoking can ease the pain, right? He’s so stupid. A bright red Friday circle brightens up his calendar in three weeks, that’s good news. Around the hours when you plan coming home from work. You’ll be meeting in your flat for the first time. There will be coffee, not iced, but not any more bottles and power down every two hours. Seokjin agreed he can go there as long as he does what he’s supposed to do, and brings back the money he’s supposed to get. But three weeks are a long time. Those are many clients out the door with his dignity on the line, and how many missed meals just to have a waist more lithe, how many hours of being wide awake? He doesn’t care. Been there, done that.

It’s almost spring, which means you’ll travel back to Osaka together. Watch the cherry blossoms, visit the temples. Send Taehyung cute postcards the old-fashioned way even if the stamps are expensive. Kiss and pose for selfies because it’s a better life together. And never touch nicotine again before his insides fade to black. Blot and blur. Much like the road, the street lights. They're on the brink of day, but melting past his eyes like a spiraling void. Baekhyun's so cold, it's not just the lace top. Nothing feels meaningful anymore when he imagines the future, and he's content. There's nothing of importance in this moment except that. The road of life carries on whether he follows it or not. The street lights warp into a pulsating vortex, it's a heartbeat. Everything he likes about you passes before his eye. The way you carry yourself. How you put a little heart at the bottom of the note, and told him he's handsome. The habit you have, getting up at 5:30 am to send him a text if the shift was okay. How you smile and make everything a little better. Everything feels liberated when he thinks about it. It's a feeling taking over each and every limb, the sweetest anesthesia. Maybe you can be his blank slate. Close the vortex once and for all. He doesn't hit the breaks for the turn the alley ahead, he just falls. It doesn't matter. Baekhyun is sure about it, and that's the only bit of peace he can ever have. You would have been happy one day. So, so happy.

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 6 years

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We Move Lightly - Chapter 1

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warning: no warnings, not yet. Just swearings, as usual.

Word count: 1.073

A/N: I wanted a fluffy Ivar (modern!, preferably). Of course his temper is not going to be ignored, but he’s not going to be a bloody creature. I hope you like it!

Next chapter // masterlist

Your neighbors were screaming again. For the third time. In only one hour. In that rhythm you would never finish your research paper. You took a deep breath, preparing your lungs and throat.

But, at the same time that you put yourself half out of the window, you heard a scream, a terrifying one. Their front door is slammed and you see one of the brothers going out, looking very pissed. You couldn’t tell which one of them he was; as far as you know they are four, or five, and one of them is a “cripple”.

As you had heard them screaming that.

And gosh, you hated them.

You and your parents used to live close by your grandparents, but due to your father’s work you’d have to live in another town, very far. As the lovely woman you are - or, back at that time, girl -, you decided to stay with your grandparents, to take care of them.

You were only 13 years old.

Grandpa died when you were 15, but grandma lived for 5 more years.

Now, with the age of 20 and no grandparents to take care of, you had no reason to stay there, all alone, far from your parents; it was time to move back in with them, in that town: Kattegat.

In the very first moment you put your feet in your new front yard, you heard them screaming, and that pissed the shit out of you.

What have I done?, you had thought.

Their mother, Aslaug, often came to your house to spend some time with your mom.

You tried to avoid her as much as you could, not because of her, of course, but because of her sons and what they represented to you.

But that was easy: you had college excuses, so you only saw Aslaug once; she was incredibly gorgeous, and it was impossible that that woman had 4 kids and raised them all.

But that day you were home alone - mom went to groceries and dad was travelling with the company.

The doorbell rang, and so you had to open the door.

The man who stood there was handsome; you could see in his eyes that he was aged, but he seemed young. His eyes were deeply light blue. It’s so blue, so light, you thought.

“Is your mom home?” the man asked, taking you out of your daze.

“What?” you blinked. “No. Why, who are you?”

“I’m Ragnar. Ragnar Lothbrok. I live… just there,” and he pointed to his house; it was only yours and his house at the cul-de-sac, meaning one thing.

That Aslaug was Aslaug Lothbrok, and that Ragnar was the father of those screaming demons.

When you were about to complain on the yellings you saw your mom’s car coming. Ragnar followed your gaze and ran to your mom’s direction. You could hear them talking.

“The boys got into a fight - again - and Sigurd left, angry. Aslaug is freaking out that he might do something stupid, so me and the boys are going after him. Do you mind to stay with her, keep her company, to peace her soul?”

Your mom didn’t seem to think twice before answering.

“No, not at all; sure, I’ll go. Y/N’s going with me, right Y/N?”

Ragnar and your mom looks at you. You bit your bottom lip.

“Sure, yeah.”

Ragnar smiled, thanking, and his smile shattered your body, completely.

By agreeing with your mom on going to the Lothbrok’s house, you broke several rules of your list.

1: to never, ever, step on their yard.

2: to enter in that house that kept so many screams? Not a chance.

And so you were there, looking to their front door, waiting for Aslaug.

She and your mom hugged tightly. It was clear that Aslaug has been crying.

You broke your third rule without even thinking about it first.

3: never ask about their lives.

“What happened, Aslaug? If you don’t mind me asking, of course…” Aslaug smiled.

“The boys were fighting, as usual, but… this time, Sigurd got very angry…”

Your mom put an arm around Aslaug’s shoulders and conducted her to the entrance hall.

It was a big house, filled with antique things and photos.

You thought that Aslaug wouldn’t mind if you took a look around.

The house was incredible, with all its splendor, but it was already 9pm and you wanted to go home when something got your attention.

It was a door, a simple one, but it had hanged a crest with two crossed daggers.

You got paralyzed and your hand was going to the doorknob, slowly; the world had died for you, and all what matters is your curiosity and what that door was hiding.

But, when you heard a door shutting strongly, you woke up and immediately put your hand back, running down the stairs, almost hitting on someone, who got your left shoulder.

“Wow, easy…” a giggle.

You look up and your eyes met his.

Blue.

Not as blue as Ragnar’s, but still very blue. Dark blue and deep enough to let you with the stars, to the moon and back.

“Huh… Are you okay? Is there something on my face? You seem a little hazy…”

“Oh, sorry, I’m fine, just… You surprised me, right downstairs, I was running, so…”

“So a cripple always scares, right?” he says with a little laugh.

In fact, you don’t get what he meant by that, so you just ask:

“What?”

His expression of joy fades away and now he seems bewildered.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m used with jokes like this with my brothers…”

While he’s talking you decide to look at him and not his eyes. He’s using a crutch that you didn’t see before, and all made sense.

He have great arms, you think.

Shaking your head to stop those thoughts, you decide it’s time to leave.

“Hey, whatever your name is…”

“Ivar.”

“I really should get going. My mom is friend of yours…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And you found your brother, right? So, I should go…”

You start walking fast to the front door and, when you opened it, you hear Ivar asking:

“What’s your name?”

You turn around to see him looking at you, deeply. With a deep breath, you answer quickly.

“Y/N,” and the door shut behind you.

Fourth rule was broken.

Tell any of them your name.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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Meeting the Neighbors

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (and the Weechesters)

Warnings: Fluff, embarrassment

Word Count: 3,192

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The sound of a truck’s brakes squealing to a stop ripped you from your dreams at quarter to seven in the morning on your only day off that week. You growled as you looked at your open window, cursing everyone and everything for being yanked from your beauty sleep. You rolled to your other side, squeezed your eyes closed and huffed. You were lying there for only a moment, telling yourself that you were going back to sleep when the loud roar of a car engine rolled down your street and stopped almost right in front of your house.

Your eyes flew open and you ripped the blankets off of you. You didn’t even notice how chilled the room as you stormed across your bedroom to death stare the people who woke you up. When you leaned out of the window slightly and started to growl, your eyes landed on the handsome new neighbor and the sound caught in your throat. He turned toward the noise coming from your second story bedroom window and smiled slightly as his eyes met yours.

“Dad, why doesn’t she have a shirt on? It’s cold outside.” A little boy’s voice floated across your yard. You watched the man’s eyes drop to your bare chest at the same time your face paled and you ducked back into your bed room, completely mortified. You slid your naked body down the wall as you heard the man tell his sons to start carrying boxes into the house next door and you groaned when you realized that you just gave your new neighbors a free peep show.

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“Oh, you should have seen him!” You told your co-workers as you hiked up the leg of your scrubs and sat backwards in a chair. “Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it!” You groaned as you rehashed the story of ‘meeting’ your new neighbor from a couple days prior to your best friend and college, Lacey during a mid-morning coffee break. She rested her arms on the wobbly break room table and sighed.

“Why is it you always find the cute ones?” She asked dreamily and you shrugged as you took drink of your room temperature, God-awful hospital coffee.

“He has a kid though so that’s an out for you.” You said with a smile and Lacey shuddered.

“God, kids are so disgusting. Having them is sheer narcissism by the way.” You rolled your eyes and drank more of your coffee as you listened to your friend start in on a tangent for only a minute before the day shift charge nurse opened the break room door.

“Alright, ladies; gossip time is over.” She giggled as she held out two different charts. “22 year old female with unexplained body pain who is allergic to everything except for the one that starts with a ‘D’” she mocked as she lifted the chart in her right hand a little. You glanced over at Lacey and began the silent debate of which one of you would have to be the doctor to deal with the person who was most likely just drug seeking when the nurse said the most beautiful 4 words you could ever hear. “4 year old boy…”

“Ha!” You shouted as you jumped up at of your chair at the same time Lacey’s head hit the table.

“I hate you.” She groaned as you took the chart that belonged to the little boy and looked back at your friend as the charge nurse laughed.

“Not as much as you hate kids.” You said to her in a sing song voice. You winked at the nurse and headed toward the ER as you quickly looked over the chart. From what you saw, the poor little boy had broken his arm. Your bottom lip poked out a bit as you looked at the board to see what room ‘Winchester’ was in and your heart went out to him. You put a smile on your face and headed toward bay four where you could already hear the little boy crying through the faded blue curtains. Your heart melted even more at the sound as you pulled back the curtain.

“Sounds like someone…. Oh fuuuuudge…” You stammered catching yourself quickly as your wide eyes met those of your new neighbor. His face turned red as he looked at you and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down at your chest for a half a second. You had been avoiding him since they had moved in out of sheer embarrassment and now you were once again completely mortified.

“Look Sammy. I told you she had shirts.” A boy said and your face flushed even more red as you looked at the two young boys sitting on the bed. The younger of the two was curled into the older child’s side and he was holding his left arm to his chest. You could see by the way it hung that it was indeed broken and would need an x-ray and a full cast.

“Dean!” The man hissed threateningly as the color of both of your faces began to resemble tomatoes. You cleared your throat and shook your head, forcing yourself to remain professional so you could leave the room as quickly as you could.

“OK… well, I’m Dr. (Y/L/N). I’ll be the one taking care of Sam here today and apparently I’ll also be the one making an absolute fool of myself in front of my new neighbors.” You gestured at Sam as you forced yourself to keep eye contact with your neighbor no matter how hot your face felt. “His arm is most definitely broken so I’ll have the nurse get him something for the pain and get him in for x-rays. After that we will set it and you will be on your way.” You paused for a moment and looked at your sad patient on the bed with a comforting smile as your heart pounded in your chest. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll have you patched up and out of here in no time.” You looked at the man once more with a nod before turning out of the room as quickly as possible. You power walked to the nurses station, dipped behind it and sank to the ground, utterly mortified.

“Oh shit. What is the kid like fucked up beyond repair?” Lacey asked her voice soft enough that only you and the surrounding staff could hear. You looked up at her with wide eyes and shook your head.

“Lace, it’s my fucking neighbor!” You hissed. Her eyes flew open and she squatted down in front of you and erupted into a fit of giggles.

“No shit! Damn I would have loved to be a fly on that wall.” She teased. You reached out and pushed her backwards on to her butt before standing up to put your orders into the computer.

“Shut up. He has two kids and the older one even pointed out that I did, in fact, own a t-shirt.” Lacey and a couple of the day shift nurses that had already heard the story laughed and you turned to glare at them. “Yea ha-ha real funny guys. Someone get that kid into x-ray.” You demanded before storming off to the breakroom to go and lick the salt from your wounds.

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“Alright buddy, what’s your favorite color?” You asked as you began prepping to set and cast Sam’s arm. You were keeping your voice soft as you moved around, grabbing the things you would need and refusing to look at the boy’s father.

“B-blue.” Sam sniffled and you looked at him with a smile.

“Hey, that’s my favorite color too!” You said as you pulled an old frog beanie baby out of your pocket. You sat down on the bed and looked at the child. “Alright Sam; here comes the not so fun part. I have to move your arm back into the right place so your bones can grow back together like they are supposed to. I want to tell you it won’t hurt at all but I don’t want to lie to you. I will say that the pills you took a little while ago made it so it won’t be that bad. Now this guy…” You said as you held out the stuffed toy to him with a smile.

“His name is Frank. Now what I need from you is to help me watch Frank. He’s a frog and he likes to hop away when he gets scared. If I keep him in my pocket like I usually do he could get away and that’s not good. So do you think you could hold on to him REALLY tight for me?” Sam’s beautiful hazel green eyes darted back and forth between you and the frog in your hand for a moment before he nodded and reached out for the animal. You nodded at him and handed him the toy before turning to look at his father, momentarily forgetting about the incident from earlier.

“When I set his arm back, you’re gunna hear a loud pop and he’s going to be in a lot of pain. I’m very sorry and I wish there was another way to go about this. I need you to just keep talking to him and try to keep him as calm as possible. Once it is set, the pain will subside and it will only take about 10 minutes to put a cast on.” Once the man nodded, you snagged a pair of gloves, put them on quickly and sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. 99% of the time you absolutely loved your job; you loved helping people. This, however, was that 1% of your job you hated; bringing pain to someone to make them better. “Alright Sam, let’s do this.”

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By the time you were pulling down your road at the end of your 12 hour shift that turned into a 14 hour shift, you were exhausted and grateful you had the day off tomorrow. After fixing Sam’s arm and sending him on his way home, the ER got slammed with a four car/ seven person accident that took up the better of your day. The chaos and carnage drove the first and second meetings of your neighbors’ right out of your mind.

You pulled into your drive at 9:45pm and almost missed the police car that was sitting in your neighbor’s driveway. You couldn’t, however, miss your neighbor attempting to keep his voice low as he yelled at whoever he was talking to. You looked over to steel a glance as you headed up toward your porch.

The man was dressed in a police officer’s uniform and he was standing on his front porch. You could see he was talking on the phone as he gestured back and forth between his house and the car in his driveway. He must have felt you staring because he suddenly looked over at you. A small smile spread across his face and he waved at you. You could feel your cheeks flush slightly as you returned the gesture and slipped into your house. You dropped your bag on the floor and hung your keys on the hook by the door with a sigh. You had pulled three 12 hour shifts in a row and you were ready for a hot bath and a long night sleep. After toeing off your sneakers, you hadn’t made it three steps into your entry way before there was a knock at the door. You couldn’t help the small groan that slipped out as you turned around and pulled it open.

“Dr. (Y/L/N)? I’m really sorry to bother you, ma’am…” You shook your head and leaned against the door slightly to give your aching feet a break as you smiled at your neighbor.

“Please, it’s just (Y/N). I’ve been doctor for the last 14 hours and it’s starting to make me sick.” You said as you stepped back into the house and gestured for your neighbor to come in. “I never did catch your name, though.” You told him as he stepped past you. He chuckled. The sound came from deep in his chest and sent pleasurable shivers up your spine.

“It’s John. Look, I don’t want to take too much of your time and I know I am asking entirely too much after everything you have already done for my boys today but I am in a bind.” He looked down at you with gorgeous brown eyes that were begging you for help. “I had babysitter lined up so I could start my new job tonight and she bailed at the very last minute. I’m new here and had gotten her number from one of the guys at the station. Now, I’m supposed to be at the station at 2300 but…”

“You need someone to watch your kids…” You finished for him. He nodded and you could tell he hated that he had found himself in this position.

“Yeah. Look, I’m really sorry to ask you but I just… I…” Your heart broke for the poor man and with a small smile you held up your hand to stop him.

“Hey, look. I get it. And who better to trust than a doctor, right?” John exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and nodded. “OK, how about you tell your boys I’ll be staying with them tonight if they are still up while I grab a quick shower.” You opened the door and saw the wave of relief that washed over his face as he walked toward it.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N). You are saving my ass.” You nodded as he jogged away and headed back toward his house. With a heavy sigh you shut your front door and dragged yourself to the stairs to get showered and ready to babysit.

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“De… that’s her. That’s the lady that fixed my arm!” A small tear filled voice whispered right in front of your face. Your eyes flew open in fright to figure out why there was a small child in your room. As your eyes focused on two pairs of eyes in the dark room, you remembered where you were and why you were there. A small smile spread across your face as the two boys scooted back a bit to look at you.

“Well hi there, kiddos. What are you doing up?” You asked. The older brother, Dean if you remembered correctly, took a slight step forward in front of his brother protectively.

“Sam’s arm was hurting. Where is my dad?” He asked; his brow furrowed in concern. You smiled reassuringly and sat up on the couch you had been sleeping on. You could already tell by how stiff you were that your back was going to be a wreck the next day.

“Your dad had to work tonight, bud so he asked me to stay with you to make sure you two were OK. What’s going on with your arm, Sam?” You asked gently as you got up to find a light switch.

“It hurts.” He said softly. As light flooded the room, you turned to see him cradling his blue cast to his chest with tears in his beautiful honey brown eyes. You nodded at him and gestured the boys toward the kitchen where John had told you the medications were.

“Did you have it up on a pillow when you were sleeping?” You asked as you blinked against the blinding white kitchen light while grabbing the bottle of liquid Tylenol 3 you had prescribed from the counter. Sam gave you a hummed conformation as you glanced at the label to remind yourself what exactly you had prescribed. You smiled as Sam shuttered at the nasty taste of the medication. You made a mental note of the time and gestured back out in to the living room.

“Let’s go watch a little TV while we wait for that to kick in.” You followed the boys back to the couch and Dean flipped on the TV. You sat down on one end of the couch and watched as Dean sat Sam down next to him. He grabbed a pillow, carefully put it on Sam’s lap and propped the blue cast on it so that his arm was above his heart. Once he was positive his brother was comfortable, he settled back into the couch himself and turned toward the TV. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this family to make Dean that protective of his little brother as you watched both boys’ eyes flutter closed almost immediately. With a sigh, you tucked your feet onto the couch beside you, propped your head on your hand and went back to sleep.

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The sound of the front door of the Winchester house opening slowly woke you up only a couple hours later. With a small smile you looked back toward it, your stiff neck protesting greatly. You put your finger over your lips and told John to stay there for a moment as you grabbed your house keys off the coffee table and stepped into your boots. With one last look at the precious angels on the couch you headed to the front door.

“How were they?” John asked softly as he looked at his sons sleeping against each other. You smiled and stepped out onto the porch with a small yawn.

“They were great; scared the crap out of me around 0430 though. I’m not used to children whispering right in front of my face in the middle of the night.” John chuckled slightly as he fully joined you on the porch and closed the door behind him.

“Yea, they have been doing it to me for the past 6 years and it still scares the crap out of me.” He joked with a shrug. “One of the perks of parenthood those stupid parenting books didn’t tell you about.” You both laughed as you leaned against the front wall of the house and ran your fingers through your messy bed head. John sighed and reached for his wallet. “(Y/N) I really, really…” You put your hand over his on his wallet and pushed off the house with a giggle.

“I’m gunna stop you right there. You don’t need to pay me for sleeping on your couch for a night. You were in a bind so I helped. Just like when Christmas rolls around in a few months and I need help putting my lights on my roof, you can help me with your ungodly tallness. That’s what neighbors do.” He smiled at you with a slight chuckle as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

“Can I at least take you to dinner to say thanks?” He asked timidly. His beautiful brown eyes searched yours and you took a moment to admire how handsome he was despite how tired he looked. You smiled and nodded.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

#John Winchester x Reader #Meeting the Neighbors

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In case of emergency, have a birthday party

Summary: On her 11th birthday, Jessica had a lot of moments she will certainly not forget. From her first crush to a nice gift from Uncle Rhodes, she is reminded that her family will always be there for her. This is set Pre-Iron Man 1. Word Count: 4248 Notes: This text is part of a series about a character called Jessica Stark who is the daughter of Tony Stark with a deceased journalist. It's the first time I post something about her and this is pretty much a thermometer to me on what do you think of her. My plans are to post her main story which is set during the first Avengers movie later on. I've been putting her from my head onto words since 2012, so right now I'm writing a series of different events on her life to settle her as an actual person and not just a character that exists in one single story. Hope you like her as much as I do and all thoughts about her are appreciated.

It was Jessica's 11th birthday. The girl didn't have many friends since she was homeschooled from an early age. Her friends were from some classes she attended, her neighbors and some children of her father's friends. There was also Pepper's family which she constantly visited, so the party had some of Pepper's cousins running around. Oh, yeah, the party, let’s talk about that. It was a restaurant with the view of the Santa Monica beach. This was an early night and the restaurant led to a private portion of the beach reserved only for them. It had a few light poles made of wood and the whole party followed a sea theme. There were live music and magicians at one corner, the first ones playing tunes and songs requested by the guests. The waiters and waitresses were dressed as Hawaiians and the sand was covered with flowers petals. And finally, the cake sitting on the big table placed right in the middle of the environment they were in, it had the format of a shell - specially made for this event. Even though the party had a lot of people working on it to make it work, it didn't have many guests. And those were divided by small groups, sitting in specific tables.

These groups were, as the young birthday girl would classify them: Cool adults, which consisted of Pepper Potts (her father's P.A. and the woman she considered to be her mother after the passing of her real mom), Happy Hogan (the family's security guard and chauffeur, also family to her), Uncle Rhodes (Colonel James Rhodes, her father's best friend who was very funny and she really liked him), Ms. Connolly (her tutor and her French teacher), Ms. Riverdale (she worked at Stark and was usually at her house discussing work things with her father), Mr. Porter (her piano teacher) and, finally, Tony Stark, her father and CEO of Stark Industries. There was also a woman she didn't know very well, but her dad said she was family and important, so she was coming. Her name was Peggy Carter, an old British lady who was surprisingly very sweet. It appears she worked with her grandfather, and Jessie actually liked her because sometimes it seemed that everything related to her Grandpa and Grandma was dead, but Peggy wasn't. Therefore, she was cool - so she belonged in this table. Next in the list, the children's table. And that wasn't really a table, there were a lot of cushions over a free-sand area, so the little ones could sit and be comfortable. It was close to the cake and it had a lot of toys and gadgets to play with. Apart from Jessica Stark, the birthday girl, there were a few children. Well, specifically, eight. Two of them were Andrew and Angela, Pepper's cousins with whom Jessie would spend some time when she visited Pepper's family. The other two were her neighbours, Catherine and Rachel, who played with her frequently at her place. And the last four were children of her father's friends. Investors, people who they visited in many of their trips abroad and who she ended up playing with and talking eventually. But among those last four, there was was someone special. That person was named Erik Gillespie, a tall handsome boy with blue eyes and black hair in which she had a big crush on. Erik was the son of Mr. Gillespie, head of Gillespie Inc. located in Italy. Jessie visited their mansions several times when her father traveled there to talk business. He used to bring her around to get to know the city and the house. He spoke Italian, French, English, Spanish and played the guitar gorgeously. Every time that boy was near her, her heart pounded faster. She was too shy to talk to Pepper about him, but she was sure when she pulled Rachel and Cath by the side, whispering.

“D'you guys remember that boy I talked about once? Erik?” She quickly said.

“Italian Prince Erik?” Cath answered with a low voice. “Is he here?”

“Oh my God, Prince Erik is here and the party is sea themed. I'm so jealous and freaking out right now.” Rachel unfortunately, didn't know how to keep it quiet.

“Shhh, Rachel! He's gonna hear you!” The Stark one exasperated, looking over her shoulder to check on any unwanted attention to the three of them. “What do I do?”

“What do you mean?” Cathy frowned.

“Do I tell him I like him?” Jessica asked.

“No! I mean, I don't know.” Rachel shrugged. “I mean, I wouldn't.” The girl looked down at her phone.

“You should ask him out. Or... I don't know. Show him the city like he does to you when you’re there.” Catherine suggested sitting down on a yellow cushion.

Jessie nodded, surprised. “You always have good advice, Cathy. Different than other people.”

“Oi!” The blonde one, Rachel, complained, throwing an empty soda can on the girl.

“Jessie, dear, it's time to cut the cake.” Pepper approached them instantly put an end to their conversation.

So Jessica followed the red-headed woman while she walked around the room, passing by the table we didn't talk about yet: boring adults. Basically Tony Stark's investors and partners, parents of the children we talked before. Including, Mr. Gillespie - you know who. Tony was sitting at that table right now with Monica Riverdale, both of them laughing at some joke the girl didn't hear. Her father had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other arm was wrapped around Riverdale’s shoulders. The entire table was noisy and happy - a little too happy that concerned both Pepper and Jessie. The girls knew Tony and those type of people too well to know when they started to get drunk. And Mr. Stark had been holding a glass since he arrived.

Pepper led the girl close to the 'seashell cake' and tapped a glass with a spoon so the chinking noise would get the attention of everybody. “Listen, everybody, it is time to wish this big girl a Happy Birthday!”

“Hey!” Tony spoke out load and got up, tumbling toward both women. “Happy Birthday to you…” He chanted as he approached them and everybody followed. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday…” Her father, now in front of her, kneeled on one knee and grabbed a flower from inside his jacket - the same flower that was decorating the tables - with a smirk and then a grimace that made the girl laugh. “dear Jessie…” And as she took the flower, he kissed her on the forehead. “Happy Birthday to you.”

The girl looked around and smiled, taking the scene in. She usually complained that she didn't go to school and didn't have many friends like a normal child would. She would daily complain about how much pressure she had just because her father was who he was, and that he was always busy doing something else. But the girl actually liked her little unusual life. It was in moments like this where she realized she complained too much. Well, she wouldn’t stop, but at least right now she felt everything was alright and she had a small family that loved her. Pepper, Happy and Rhodes, all of them were so nice and always there. Even her father - who was always little drunk and sometimes a pain in the ass, she loved him too.

Tony stood by her side and Pepper stepped up to cut the cake. As the woman sliced the knife into the seashell, a surprise. Inside it, just like an oyster, something shiny waited for her. The woman took it and handed it to Jessie, who was so excited that quickly opened the tiny box to see what was lying inside.

A necklace, a silver necklace with a round pendant and a small button on it. She pressed the button and one side of the pendant lighted up with an image - a hologram of three people: Herself, her father and her mother. The holographic woman looked older to what Jessie last remembered of her, but she knew the warmth of those hazel eyes. And, oh boy... she did miss them.

“She’d look like this if she were here today,” Tony said in a low voice with a small smile. The three of them looked so happy in that hologram that she felt like crying. And the girl knew she would hold that thing close to her heart forever. But she wouldn't cry in front of everyone. And certainly not in front of Erik. “She’d be proud.” “Thank you, Dad.” Jessica hugged him as he ducked and she buried her little face in the man’s chest. Tony stood up and lifted up her daughter in the air, kissing her head. She let out a few tears that were absorbed by his navy blue blazer. “I really loved it.”

Pepper stood by their side waiting with a plate in her hand, handling it to Jessie once she was back on the ground and out of her father’s grip. “Now the first piece of cake.”

The little one cleared her throat, making up her mind and taking a deep breath. “The first piece of cake goes to..”, she turned to the side and looked at the tall young boy with black hair and blue eyes but her plan was interrupted by another man with black hair and the slight smell of alcohol at her side.

“Her father, the man who paid for this party and hopefully the only important man of your life until you're 30.” All adults in the room laughed and the girl let Tony take the cake of her hand with a sigh of disappointment.

“Now the second piece,” She raised her voice above the laughs, “goes to Erik Gillespie.”

The laughter quickly stopped, like a wave. Actually, another sort of laughter grew. “Because he is really... nice.” Jessica added, trying to conceive her embarrassment while Erik stood up, walking to her and taking the plate from her hands with a smile that made her legs weaken. Tony cleared his throat and walked back to the table he was before. “I've got my eyes on you, buddy. ‘m having a chat with your father right now, so you better keep it in your pants.”

With that, Jessica really wanted to shout at her father, and the familiar emotional moment passed. So the party went on. Everybody went to the conversations they were before, yet Jessie couldn't seem to relax. She wanted to go down and talk to Erik, but she was strangely afraid. But well, the first step had been hers, after all. So she was going to wait a bit more before doing anything. And the minutes went by as the girl played with other children and spoke to some of the adults. Erik was more reserved but very observant of his surroundings. He spent a long time talking to another kid a bit older than the others there, Ezekiel Stane. Zeke was the son of Obadiah Stane, the man who ran the company alongside Tony and someone Jessie never really actually liked. He was always cold and he seemed… fake. It was like he was always pretending to be nice and like her when he actually wasn’t. Pepper usually said it was something of her head and that Obie was really nice and he took care of Tony when Grampa died but, well. There are some things we can’t explain.

Lastly, a few people had already left and the part was getting to the boring part. Jessie found her way to the “cool adults” table, sitting next to her teachers and Aunt Peggy. She really liked that last woman but didn’t actually know why. Sometimes it seemed like she looked at her and her father with the sort of look she’d seen only in other grandmas to their grandchildren. It felt like Peggy was the only thing there was left of her grandparents, so the girl usually tried to ask her things about them since it was a matter they never talked at home. And after a few minutes of conversation, someone came by the table, interrupting them.

“I’m sorry, Jessica and Mrs…”

“Carter.” The woman answered the good-looking boy with a smile, her eyes going to Jessie with a bit of amusement on them. Then, she let out a smirk. “I think the two of you have a lot to talk about.” She got up after some effort and caressed Jessie’s hand. “I’ll go check on your father.”

“I just wanted to.. thank you for the cake.” Erik cleared out his throat, hands in his pockets.

And as the elder woman stepped away, the girl’s eyes went to the person in front of her. “You’re welcome.” She shrugged, trying to hide away the butterflies in her stomach.

He smiled back. And… That was it.

Silence from both parts. She was staring at his shirt and his eyes were fixed on her necklace.

“I just wanted to give something to you in return. Cause you’re always so nice when we go visit you.” The words of the last sentence were laid out quickly like it was a hot potato. Her eyes rose up for a few seconds just to check if he was looking at her, and Erik tilted his head with a smile in return.

“I’m just polite. It’s the least I can do for our guests.” He shrugged.

Ouch. Was he being indifferent? She started to wonder if Erik even felt the same for her as she did for him. But then why was he here talking to her? What was it for? And what would her father do in such case? He was so good at making people like him. Well, women mostly - but most people in general. “Maybe I can show you around the city? This is my place after all.” She looked up to him with an attempt to replicate her father’s confidence. “Then you could go to my house afterwards.”

The boy let out a small laugh passing his fingers on his hair. Jessie held her instant reaction to not sigh at that beauty in front of her. “I’d have to check with my parents when we’re leaving. But if there is time, I’d love to let you take me out for a ride.”

“Erik!” Mr. Gillespie called out from the table he was sitting. “We’re leaving.”

“Gotta dash. I’ll let my PA tell yours know if your date is up. Tomorrow max.” His eyes went from his father back to her.

“No prob.” Jessie shrugged, wanting to sound just as indifferent as he did before.

“See ya, Jess.” He kissed her on the cheek and ran towards his father.

Thing is - she wasn’t expecting the kiss. So she just froze there for almost a minute with her hand over where his lips touched until Pepper showed up.

“Jessica, your father just left.” The woman was clearly furious. “Yes. He left you behind in the day your birthday. Listen, uh...the kids are basically all gone and I promised my mom I’d take the cousins back home before midnight. We can go home and then do something fun there, what’d you think?”

“Is Happy going with you?” Jessie asked with a disappointed voice. Her father promised they would have an amazing afterparty. She was going to be up super late and having fun with her dad, maybe they’d watch a movie or go somewhere she didn’t know yet. The only thing now was that they weren’t. Oh, super.

“Yep.” The red-headed nodded in an affirmative response.

They would’ve gone bowling, or to the movies, or maybe golf. Or none of those, cause he just left with Ms. Riverdale. And the worst of all is that this situation was so common that she wasn’t even mad. She was just... disappointed. Not surprised at all. “I don’t wanna go home now,” Jessie complained. “I’ll stay behind.”

“Yeah, alone? Not gonna happen.” Pepper had her purse in one her hand, not looking like she wanted to discuss the subject.

“Yeah, it is happening. It’s my birthday.” The girl stated, convicted.

“The party is over, Jessica.”

“But the after party didn’t even start yet.” Somehow it became a dispute? Yeah, in Jessica’s mind, it was now a matter of ego.

“Hey girls, excuse me. I can take care of the birthday lady and then take her home afterwards.” James Rhodes put himself into the conversation, hands up and a smile as he was trying not to be yelled at.

“You don’t have to, Rhodey.” Pepper calmly answered. Her eyes were stiff and they glared at Jessie like she was ready to fight if necessary.

“Tony left with Amanda, right?” Rhodes got closer and put his hand on Pepper’s arm, calling the woman’s attention to him. “Go get some rest. It’s no big deal, really.”

“Rhodey-” Pepper started to complain, yet visibly tired.

“Pep.” He interrupted her. “Go. We’ll be fine.”

The redhead finally nodded and raised her eyebrows to the girl who was just watching them talk. “We’ll have a chat about that attitude later. Take care.”

Jessica smiled at her until she was far away from them, so the smile automatically faded. “No, we won’t.”

Rhodes laughed. “I can easily hear a young Tony saying those words.”

“Nah ah, I’m not like him. I wouldn’t leave my daughter behind in her own birthday just to get laid.”

“Oi, language! Where did you learn that?” Rhodes raised a brow.

“Guess who.” She shot back.

“For God’s sake, Tony better what his mouth around kids.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I’m not a kid anymore.” Jessie crossed her arms and pouted.

“Jessica, you are eleven. Don’t even start.” He raised his hand as a ‘stop sign’ to her and then made a gesture for her to follow him. “Now come, let’s go somewhere fun.”

She got up the chair with a little jump. “The after party train is departing, everyone!”

He let out a grin and hugged her by her shoulders as they walked to Rhodey’s car. Uncle James was always around the house and events, and she knew that he had been friends with her father for a long time now. “Uncle Rhodey, when did you and my dad meet?” Jessie asked as she entered the car and closed the door.

“MIT, 1986.” He answered. “But you knew that already.”

“Yeah, but I’m not talking about dates, I’m talking about a moment. Like, a class or someone in common or... I dunno.”

“Well, we met in class.” He stated and the car engine’s answered with a soft humming. “We had a few classes together and he was a real pain in the ass, a smart 16 years-old kid who acted like he knew better than all of us.”

Jessie smiled as she pictured the scene. Even though that trait was something really annoying about her dad, she secretly liked when people said that “she had too much of Stark in her”. She didn't even have to have known her grandfather to assume he was just like that too.

“Then, there was this competition within the whole Institute. The William Barton Rogers’ Race. We had to come up with a functional machine to solve any problem MIT students went through daily.”

“Hm, so you did a project together.” The girl affirmed.

“We? I wanted nothing but distance from that smartass. But I was having problems with my project though, and I was too damn stubborn to ask anyone for help. I knew your father was doing better on his idea so I spent day and night on it, missed classes and stuff. One night before the competition's due date, there was this knock on my door and a note slipped under.” He let out a grin as he pulled over the parking lot of a place called Ice Cream Paradise. That place always meant heaven on Earth for Jessica. She smiled from cheek to cheek. “I knew you'd like coming here.” He turned off the car and jumped out of it, followed by the brown haired girl as they walked through the parking lot.

“What did the note say?” She was curious about the story.

“It said: 'We both know Imma win the Barton Rogers’, but you deserve to finish your project. Remember that Carnot was wrong, Qh is greater than Qc.’.” He answered and opened the door to let the girl in.

“And pretending I get what that means, was he right?” The doorbell announced their entrance.

“Unfortunately,” he continued with a chuckle. “to my ego, he was, yes. He also ended up winning the race afterwards.” They both sat at a table close to the balcony. “But I never forgot what he did, cause I managed to finish my project after that. Next day in class I sat close to him and we started taking. And-”

“You’re here today.” She finished.

“I’m here today.” Rhodes smiled and patted her nose with his finger, making the girl let out a grimace. As the waitress - blonde, strangely well humored for this time of the day, wearing a white short dress and a royal blue apron - approached them, Rhodey still had a smile upon his face when he answered her. “I’m having a strawberry milkshake with a tad of rum and the birthday lady here is having the house’s special.”

“Oh, is it your birthday?” She looked surprised, and Jessie nodded affirmatively. “Then it’s gonna be on the house. You’re having very sweet night, I promise.” She picked up the menus that were over the table and turned away but stopped in the middle of the movement. “Hang on, do I know you from somewhere? I think I’ve seen you before.”

“Well, she comes here a lot, gotta tell ya that.” Rhodey answered before the girl could open her mouth.

Jessie shrugged. “I do love Ice Cream Paradise.”

“Well then.” The woman, who had a badge with ‘Eliza’ written on it, waltzed away from them and they just waited.

To get things short, the rest of the night went on in an amazing course of events. Even better than the party before where she had all those people to talk and her father was all loud and sipping as many glasses as he would have laid eyes upon. This moment here with Rhodes was so nice and calm. It was something she was sure it’d be in her memories for a very long time. Eliza came back with a huge bowl of a banana split with small party hats in the top, and two bigger hats - one for Jessie and the other for Rhodey. Everybody on the ice cream - the three of them, the cashier and two people in the kitchen and a young couple of customers - sang happy birthday to her.

And then, it was over as fast as the snap of their fingers. Pepper was already calling both of them worried because it was late in the night and she wanted Jessie to be home by now. They were actually planning on going to amusement parks if JARVIS could find any of it open at that time of the night. But Rhodes decided that it was best to listen to Pepper this time, and he drove Jessica back home.

She was silent for the most part of the ride back because she didn’t want to go home, not just yet. But Rhodey knew how to get under her skin and make her laugh, pulling her back to a conversation just like she’d seen him do it before with her dad when he was angry. The lights were all up when they arrived, and Rhodey told Jessica to wait after she got out of the car and before she made her way towards the door.

“I almost forgot.” He came back for something in the car, a small box wrapped in red paper. James Rhodes approached the little girl and crouched close to Jessica, handling her the gift. “Happy Birthday, Jessie.”

She tore the paper quickly and held the box with a frown. The object was made of metal, and in the top, it read: 'In case of emergency: open the box'. Jessica followed the instructions - even though the emergency here was purely her curiosity - and inside the metal container, there was a small phone with a note that said: ‘If you dad isn’t around and you’re feeling lonely, give me a call. Happy B-Day, big girl.’

“Thank you, Uncle Rhodey.” The girl shyly said, holding the box closer to her chest, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“C’mon, give me a big hug.” He opened his arms and the girl went running to his hug, squeezing him with all the strength she had. While wrapped up in his arms, she felt just like when her dad gave her his gift, she knew for absolute certainty that she was loved and she had someone else to count in. Even if (or when) her father let her down, Rhodes would be there.

This was family meant and she knew, at that moment, that everything was going to be fine. And if it wasn’t - that was alright too.

“Now get in before Pepper kills us both.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and the girl ran back home with a new spot of safety held dear in her little hands.

#tony stark x daughter #tony stark one shot #tony stark's daughter #iron man x daughter #tony stark #iron man #pepper potts #james rhodes #marvel one shot #avengers one shot #iron man one shot #Jessica Stark #Jessie Stark #Tony Stark x Jessie Stark #texts #Jessie Stark series #tony stark x daughter!reader

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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Black women deserve better, just keeping it 100%. Also, this chapter is packed with feelings so beware, beware, beware.

I wish I could believe you, then I'll be all right But now everything you told me really don't apply To the way I feel inside

"--By. Baby, did you hear me!?”

The sound of an annoyed male voice jolted you out of the trance you’d fallen into. “What?” Glancing to the left, you smile halfheartedly up at your boyfriend. “Hey, baby.” You belatedly took note of his attire. “Going out?”

He muttered something indistinct underneath his breath that vaguely sounded like, ‘that’s what I just said, damn, pay attention,’ and more unflattering things that you chose to be deaf to. “It’s just my usual five mile run. I’ve got my iPod with me, so I probably won’t be checking my messages.”

“Are you really just going for a run, Andrew?” Although you’d warned yourself over and over to keep the accusing tone out of your voice, it still snuck in there without permission.

He pointed a finger in your face. “Don’t start. Remember what the therapist said.” Andrew felt the need to point out. “Stop looking for reasons to be suspicious.”

Loving you was easy once upon a time But now my suspicions of you have multiplied And it's all because you lied

“Maybe if you’d have kept your dick in your pants, I wouldn’t need to be suspicious.” You muttered.

He had heard you but pretended like he didn’t.

“What was that?” Andrew raised an eyebrow.

“I said if you goin’ out, I’m leaving too.” You state in a normal tone of voice. “Can you take Buddy?”

“Nah, that dog too hyperactive and he don’t like me.”

I only give you a hard time 'Cause I can't go on and pretend like I haven't tried to forget this But I'm much too full of resentment

“Remember what the therapist said?” You couldn’t resist throwing his words back at him. “Compromise with your partner. Tailor your needs and wants to suit their schedule sometimes too. So take the damn dog! I need, want, and deserve, some quality time by my damn self!!”

“Alright!” He shouted. “...Alright, I’ll take the dog.” Andrew raised his hands near his head, not touching the sides of his face. Then he lowered them, reaching out to take your hands. You let him, grip limp in his. “We gon get through this, baby. It’s just a rough patch.”

Just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me Don't know how you gave another who didn't mean a thing, no The very thing you gave to me I thought I could forgive you, and I know you've changed As much as I wanna trust you, I know it ain't the same

Lips pursing, slipping into a frown, “Just go.” You request.

“Baby...”

Irritation flooded your body before exploding outward. “I didn’t stutter! Leave me the fuck alone, muthafucka!”

Andrew dropped your hand and backed away, eyeing you warily. Walking backwards, he didn’t take his eyes off of you until he bumped into the bedroom door, feeling around for the handle, and then twisted it, slipping out the cracked opening.

Feeling tears stinging at the back of your eyes, wanting to be shed, you blink rapidly. Refusing to cry today. You’d cried enough tears to fill a river, lake, and ocean after discovering that your potential husband to be, your high school sweetheart and lover for just under half a decade had been actively cheating on you. With his secretary.

It was such a cliche.

You hadn’t wanted to believe it when you found out four months ago. Or actually, you’d been told, by the homewrecker herself. Claiming Andrew was the father of her unborn child. Of course, you wanted proof, needed it, because so much time and energy had been put into the relationship, you weren’t just letting some random thirsty ho ruin it. And she had proof: text messages, receipts for the gifts he’d bought, pictures, the whole nine yards.

When you’d confronted Andrew, he denied at first. He kept denying it for a solid hour. Then he guiltily admitted the truth, fake crying and trying to play the victim. Flip it on you, saying that you were cold and inattentive.

You didn’t love or fuck him enough.

For that reason alone, you popped his ass in the face. The neighbors called the police. Ms. Wayne likely thought you were about to kill his bitch ass self in this house. And with how livid you were, it could have happened.

Truthfully, you were done with him when you found out a whole four months ago, but your mom talked you into couple’s counselling (she always favored him more, you knew it in your heart) and against your better judgement, you’d went. Listened to this Zen bullshit, control your temper, ease up, don’t give up.

Blah blah blah.

That shit was for the birds!

Once a cheater, always a cheater. You was only waiting for the minute you caught him slipping, then you would be gone without a second thought.

Hell, maybe before that.

‘Lord, bless me with a wholesome, genuine man. With his own car, his own job and about his business. I don’t care how he look, Lord, just send him my way.’ Prayer is not for silly reasons like this, your mother would scold you, but in your eyes, this is an emergency.

Crystal Cove Gardens 10:28 AM

Dressed in a cute but simple outfit, you watched the families enjoy the warm weather. How the dogs chased after thrown sticks or toys, and regretted not bringing Buddy out here. He’d been such a good doggy in the past few months, growling at Andrew’s trifling ass, cheering you up with his antics, and letting you run your fingers through his fur while struggling with the on and off bouts of tears and fury.

‘I hope he bites him on the butt. He would deserve it.’

There were gasps and you looked for the source of distress. Only to feel something wet plop against your forehead.

‘Oh, no.’

More raindrops fell from the sky. The sunny expanse becoming gray quickly and the light rain changed to a downpour. Everybody started running for cover, you did too, futilely trying to shield your hair but gave up on that five minutes in. Slipping and sliding on the cobblestone while running for your car, you fell a few feet away from the place you’d parked.

“Oww! Shit...” Embarrassment filled your body, though no one was around to see you take that L. Sitting up, you pressed your fingers to the back of your head, pulling them away and grateful not to see blood.

‘That’s karma for you.’

Knees stinging, back aching, you tried to get up again. This time you managed to raise up onto your knees. Only to startle when you didn’t feel your brown skin being pelted with rain anymore. Glancing up, you saw an umbrella overhead, shielding you.

“Are you alright, miss?” An accented male voice met your ears. The owner of that voice reached an umber skinned hand down and you took it. He helped you to your feet easily, no complaints forthcoming or irritated huffs, but that little action caused your heart to skip a beat.

“I’m good. Thank you.” You didn’t want to be rude but you were embarrassed as all hell. Someone had witnessed you make a fool of yourself, shit. ‘And he’s handsome! Lord, thank you, but why you have to send him right now?!’

“Really, thank...” You take a step back and he lets you go.

Only you nearly bit it. Again.

And this time, he shifted his umbrella to his left hand, reaching out with his free hand. Catching you around the waist and bringing you close. You were left blinking up at him like an idiot and the faint thought of ‘so this is how those white girls in Harlequin novels get caught up.’

“May I escort you the rest of the way to your vehicle? This is twice you’ve nearly seriously hurt yourself in my presence and I am worried.” Faint amusement coats his tone but you’re not offended, somehow realizing that he’s not making fun of you like anyone else would in this predicament.

‘He has kind eyes...’ Wordless, you nodded.

Smoothly, he offered an arm in your direction after you straightened up (again) and this time, you take it. Trying not to inhale too deeply even though he smelled good. Trying not to grope him even though you could feel how muscled he is through his shirt. You try to listen to the angel on your shoulder as he raised the umbrella overhead, offering protection for you and himself as he carefully walked with you towards your car.

Two wrongs don’t make it right, a voice at the back of your head that sounded distantly like your disapproving mother, as you opened the car door and got inside.

“Drive safely.”

Aww, how sweet! “I will.” You promise. “Thank you again, stranger.” After the words left your mouth, you could have smacked yourself. It wasn’t a smooth delivery at all, more awkward and fumbling. Such a dumbass, you’re such a dumbass.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, unfazed by the bumbling delivery. “My name is T’Challa. Not ‘stranger’.”

“Y/N.” Habit has you offering your hand for a shake, but he lifted the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing the knuckles. Sending your heart into overdrive and as his dark eyes flicked to yours for a brief, heated moment, there’s no way he missed that.

“Drive safely, Y/N.”

The way that he caressed the syllables of your name has you thinking about climbing out of this car and doing something very very crazy. You entertain the notion for approximately ten seconds, but T’Challa maybe senses the turmoil occurring in your heart and head, because he makes the choice for the both of you. Gently closing the car door, then waved and walked in the opposite direction.

You sit in that car for close to half an hour before driving home.

Home to a man you don’t love nor want. Home to a man who doesn’t love or even like, let alone respect you. Regret coats the back of your throat as Andrew kisses your cheek, asking if you wanted to eat some leftover pizza and watch movies.

#mcu #t'challa #mcu imagine #t'challa udaku #marvel #black reader #marvel imagine #black panther #t'challa udaku x reader #black panther imagine #t'challa x reader #black panther x reader #t'challa x black reader #thekrazykeke

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leefelixs · 6 years

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childhood best friend to crush hyunjin

genre: fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin & you

word count: 3463 words

summary: hyunjin spends his childhood taking care of you and watches you grow by his side

notes: thank you for your request anon! <3

even at a young age hyunjin had a special presence that caught the attention of most people

especially yours

he had been your neighbor since you were both four years old and spent most of his days playing outside along with his cars and dirt

you would sit against the window and watch him with a lot of curiosity until one day you decided it was your time to go and make a friend

your little feet carried you in front of the boy and he looked up at you while you waved your stubby hand awkwardly

“hi. what’s your name?”

“my mom said i’m not supposed to tell strangers my name.”

“it’s okay, we’re going to be friends so i’m not a stranger.”

“oh okay. my name is hyunjin.”

an awkward silence passed as you both studied each other, trying to decide if it was worthy of befriending the other

and finally after a few minutes he gave you a small toothy grin and motioned for you to sit down next to him

“since you’re my friend, you can play with me.”

and from that day on you found yourself following the poor boy around

everyday at 3 pm to 5 pm you found yourself stalking outside to meet him and he would be expectant of your arrival

and as more time passed by you just became his shadow

every step he took, you took one behind him

but he enjoyed your company greatly and allowed you to stay by his side

he would come over every afternoon to play with you and your dog...mostly your dog

but thats okay because he was a good friend to you and made you happy

“look, i brought you cookies from the jar in my kitchen. but don’t tell my mom i got them for you.” and he would cautiously dump a handful into your hands

his mom always noticed but pretended that she didn’t because it was cute and he was being nice to yo

even if hyunjin would knock over 500 things in the kitchen trying to get to the jar

because he was an only child and his mother worried about the lack of friends he had and having you come around was really nice

and in return you would sneak some of your toys to his house and play together

on the first day of school your parents agreed to take turns taking both of you to school together

and every morning before school he would be sitting on your couch watching tv waiting for your mom to finish dressing you while chewing on a bunch of fruit

“good morning you rotten egg.” hyunjin would smile and stick his tongue out at you before getting up and racing you to the car

and at the gates of the school he held your hand and led you in so confidently

and thats how you both grew up

you were extremely inseparable

every milestone of your lives were spent with each other

if he wasn’t tugging you around by the hand, he was constantly taking steps and stopping to make sure you were behind him

even when you guys got to school together

seriously all the kids would throw a fit because in the middle of the playground he would stop and turn around to find you and be sure you were there

“shut up meanie.” would be his only response to a bunch of angry kids flailing their arms and whining for you both to move

hyunjin is an only child so he doesn’t have company

but he saw you as his sibling

you were there when hyunjin got his first pet dog and helped him shower the little puppy and learn to take care of him

“no hyunjinnie, you can’t put him in the tub! the tub will get dirty.”

“but then what’s the point of a tub!”

hyunjin was there when you broke your first bone and instantly picked you up and dragged you to your parent’s house while you sobbed your eyes out

he kept shushing you

“stop being a baby! you’ll be fine”

and you would just blubber and sniffle

and every time you wailed he would get so mad and you couldn’t understand why

until you got to your parents and they instantly took you to he hospital..he turned around and started crying

hearing you cry made him so upset that he wanted you to just stop

you were there when his voice cracked for the first time and you both broke into laughter at the moment

“are you going through puberty?”

“hey, you can’t be asking those types of questions!”

“aw come on. i tell you everything hyunjin. it’s only fair.”

you manage to barely dodged his pillow flying at you 50 mph

he’s mumbling to himself and patting his throat gently as if it’ll help his voice somehow

“yeah, but there’s some things we just can’t share.”

he helped you pluck your eyebrows for the first time because you were too nervous to do it by yourself

honestly you weren’t sure if you could trust him to do a good job what if he leaves you looking bad-

“ow! ow it hurts hyunjin it hurts-”

“stop moving. you told me you wanted to pluck your eyebrows and i’m doing it.” he mumbles and grabs your face to keep you in place

he’s so focused on it and has his tongue out slightly while he squints and moves your head around

“okay, i’m sure you don’t have to move me so much.”

“stop questioning my work!”

there’s never been a moment in your life where you aren’t together

when he tries out for the basketball team you’re on the side cheering and recording him to tease him later

you guys walk to school together every morning just like when you were kids and he refuses to let it change

even when you wake up late he’s there to tear the blankets off of you and open the curtains to your room

“c’mon. you’re not leaving me alone now. you signed up for this.”

whenever he comes over and you’re sitting, not realizing he entered, he’ll come up behind you and roughly ruffle your hair

and if he’s feeling extra annoying he’ll give you a noogie

“do you have a crush on anyone yet?”

“ew, what type of question is that hyunjin?”

“i don’t know, i just wanted to see! you’re growing up and suck at telling me things now. just wanted to remind you that boys suck is all.”

he’s still ever so playful with you as you guys slowly get older

in fact he’s still the same hyunjin you knew

but

hyunjin’s gotten a lot taller..a lot more handsome..and it seems like each year it just becomes more apparent

and the people around you begin to notice it too

at first you grow fearful that maybe...just maybe hyunjin will start to outgrow you and no longer chase after you

and you grow paranoid whenever a cute girl comes around to speak to him

he’s polite and brief in all his conversations but it seems like he misses the point at their flirting

“hey, you really suck at taking a hint you know?”

hyunjin looks at you with a weird little eyebrow furrow

“i suck? no way, i just don’t really care. i have other stuff to focus on.” he shrugs before tugging you along to your next class

and it seems like maybe you two should be more distant as you get older..both of your parents start to fear the idea of one cutting the other off slowly but it seems like you’re even stronger than before

he’s constantly pushing himself into your life and barging into your house like it’s his

“hey, how was your day?” you can hear the door being slammed close and a bag being dropped as the boy looks around for you in the kitchen

“it was good! how was yours?”

and the whole rest of the afternoon is spent doing homework together or watching tv together

when you get sleepy you yawn and lean into him

it’s nothing new it’s something you’ve always done

but this time around he flinches and awkwardly pushes you off and you just blink at him in confusion

“did you just push me off?”

hyunjin is visibly shooken awkward

“no. i just got an electric shock is all. go on.”

"aw, hyunjin’s scared of contact!”

“no i’m not!”

“you sure?”

“really. i’m not. are you gonna lie on my shoulder again or what?” he seems huffy and embarrassed and slouches into the couch the slightest bit while focusing his attention back on the tv

but nonetheless you still adjust yourself back onto him

after that event you find him lingering around you a lot more than usual

if that’s even possible

seriously even his parents are like okay buddy...you have to chill

“don’t you think they have things to do too? i know you guys are best friends but distance is always nice too.”

“you don’t get it, we’ve always been like this. really.”

“if i didn’t know better hyunjin i would think you have a crush on them.”

those words hit him like a bag of bricks

his mind stops and tries to register it

“oh my gosh, do you?”

“wait...no mom don’t say that. that’s weird.”

“my baby has a crush on his best friend!”

hyunjin can only drown her out in his mind while he tries to process those words

a crush...on you? his best friend?

no way...you’re too much of a dork...too dependent on him and he just feels the same way is all.. he likes being near you is all it is

and he likes how you follow him around

and hold his hand to keep him company

and how everything he says is important to you

and the sound of your voice and the way you smile at him

and how close you both are and how there isn’t anything to worry about with each other

and-

oh shit.

oh shit

OH SHIT

“mom, i think i’m gonna go take a nap.” hyunjin can barely drag himself into his room and drop himself on his bed as he rummages through his pile of unknown objects in the corner of his room

he reaches for his backpack and looks through the smallest bag in it and pulls out a picture of you both in one of those cheesy effect photo booths at the park

“do i like you?” he asks himself but it seems like hes asking the picture as he looks at your silly expressions and fingers forming bunny ears behind his head

the words sound so weird but it feels so right

but oh my gosh? what would happen if he admits he likes you

you’re his best friend and you were practically raised together like wow what a weird concept to take in

but the thought of holding your hand in a different way then usual is so nice to him...

and all he can do is smother his face into a pillow and GROAN

you know...the frustrated teenage boy groan we all know and love

he has to do something about it but he can’t dare imagine possibly ending your amazing wonderful friendship because you don’t feel the same way

the whole night is absolute torture for him and his thoughts until he falls asleep

and when he wakes up the next morning it hits him in the face while he gets dressed

he has a crush on you

dragging himself to your house in the morning is so hard he’s so nervous even if he’s done it every single day of the year since...forever

“morning.”

“hyunjin you’re here! i was worried you’d be late.” you wave with a big grin and nearly fling yourself onto him

he’s used to your hugs

it’s nothing new

but it feels so much softer and warmer than usual and he clears his throat while lightly tapping your back

“i’d never be late. are you ready to go?”

the next few weeks are awkward from his side

it’s obvious from his side that something is up but he seems to brush it off whenever you worry or ask him about it

his hugs become a lot longer and his eyes stay on you more than usual and you can’t help but think what if he’s sad?

“hey, you know if you need to tell me anything you can always trust me.”

“i know.”

“i’m serious hyunjin.”

“i know you are but there’s just some things you can’t say. it’s nothing, really, i promise. i’m fine.” he gives you a big grin and a thumbs up but you couldn’t help and frown

“seriously. don’t worry.” he mumbles before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead to keep you from worrying

it feels nice

and you wouldn’t mind for him to do it again

but you smile and nod at him

“if you say so. i won’t keep pushing it.”

after that day he seems to distance himself a lot more entirely

he stops coming by for you in the morning and when you ask him he looks at you for a moment

“it’s not what you think, i promise. things are just weird. i’m sorry.”

and it seems to hurt a lot more than you ever expected but you know he doesn’t mean for things to hurt you

he’s just got a lot on his mind

so you accept it and spend the next few weeks alone

you miss having him nearly drag you out of bed

and hyunjin trying to force feed you because you’re too lazy to get yourself food

or having him tangle his fingers with yours

all the little moments you both shared are gone and you miss them so much

you can’t force yourself in but you want him to be back with you

and while you shove your hands into your jar of cookies, crying and eating.. the light bulb in your head goes off

your hands grasp the jar and you find yourself nearly running down your stairs outside

its cold out but you don’t mind at all

you probably should have put on shoes

as you jump and squeak and groan at the sensation of rocks pricking into your feet you manage to find yourself in front of the door of hyunjin’s house knocking impatiently

the lights are off in the house except for the living room and you can hear the loud audio of his favorite tv show

but there’s no answer

knock knock knock

no answer

knock knock knock knock knock

“HYUNJIN!”

with the sound of your voice the boy drops the control and jumps up

why the hell are you outside of his house at 10 pm in 50 degree weather? you’re usually tucked away in bed at this time just scrolling through your phone

“what are you doing here?” it’s not like he doesn’t want to open the door..but there’s something that makes him scared to open it

“please. open up.” your voice has shrunken so much and you sound so confused that it pangs his heart and he quickly unlocks it

and when he sees your face scrunched up in worry and your eyes wide and gentle, his heart swells up

even with your hair all messy and your ugly sweatpants and hoodie you look absolutely precious and it seems like now he remembers why he shouldn’t have opened the door

“here.”

you shove the jar of cookies into his hands and hyunjin just stares at you in confusion

“i don’t eat cookies.”

“but you’re going to now. because you’re my friend and you used to give me cookies to confirm our friendship and i’m doing the same thing you idiot.” your words are viciously rushed together and the way your hands move are worrying him and you seemed so stressed

“hey wait, calm down-”

“don’t tell me to calm down when you ditched me! take the damn cookie.”

he looks at you and the jar for a moment and it feels like he’s looking at you as a kid again

and his hand reaches in and takes a bite of the cookie in front of you

“ew.”

the sight of him munching on the treat puts your heart at ease and you tear the jar out of his hands

“now why are you avoiding me?”

“i’m not avoiding you.”

“yes you are, i haven’t seen you in so long and whenever i text you it’s always so half-assed.”

“but i’m not doing it because of you, really.”

“hyunjin?”

“yeah?”

“if you don’t like me anymore just tell me so i don’t feel pathetic standing here fighting for you. and i’m cold.”

it’s annoying to him how you could even think he would leave you

but he knows very well he’s been failing you out of his own selfish fears and he deserves your doubt

“i don’t dislike you. i could never dislike you.”

your grip on the jar loosens at his words and you look back up at him

he tugs you into his house and closes the door behind you before motioning you to the couch

“you really came all the way over to my house just to harass me into eating your junk food for some emotional confirmation that i don’t hate you?”

“can you blame me?” the way you look at your feet in shame and embarrassment makes him smile and the little stray hairs that cover your eyes are so cute

hyunjin lets out a deep sigh before moving your fly aways to the side and scooting in closer to you.

“look at me?” your head moves up to see him and his eyes seem so bright and nice

you missed him so much and it must have been getting to you bad

because he seems a lot more special and handsome than usual

and the way your heart feels finally being around him is pretty wild itself

like really your heart is beating 120 mph and this is not healthy

“i’m not avoiding you because i hate you. i don’t know why i’m doing this. i mean i do, but i can’t justify it to myself so i can’t justify it for you.”

he sighs and grabs your hands while rubbing his thumb in circles on your skin

“maybe if you told me what was bothering you. i could help you hyunjin, it’s not just your problem.”

“i know it’s not. everything that happens to me concerns you too.”

“exactly. so why do you suck so much and not tell me important things?”

“theres some things left better unsaid.”

“not really hyunjin. you can at least give me a hint or something.”

“a hint?”

you nod as he begins to think

“like, you can show me instead of tell me. draw it out or something. do charades even, hell i know you’re awful at it but if you need to...”

hyunjin nods and thinks to himself for a moment

“okay. i think i can show you. just don’t freak out.”

his hands let go of yours and hyunjin looks you in the eye while moving in slowly

the distance between you both is non existent and it’s not new...

but it feels different

very different

“are you sure you want me to show you?”

you nod meekly while he clumsily presses his lips against yours

all the blood seems to be rushing to your head and everything around you is practically non-existent

because all you can focus on is your best friend just nonchalantly kissing you

no biggie right?

and for some reason

you find yourself kissing back too

oh shit

“do you get it now?” hyunjin puffs as he pulls away and looks at you with a shy smile

“yeah.”

the lack of response and eye contact from you sends him into a frenzy and hes terrified of what you’re thinking

did he mess everything up

nice going hwang hyunjin now you’re going to have to explain to everyone you messed up the best thing in your life because you had to fall in love with your best friend

how much does it cost to find a new identity? what country has an easy to learn language for him to run away to?

“i hope you’re thinking up ideas of how to ask me out over there. or else this is going to be really awkward.” your hand brushes against his with a smile that comforts him entirely...just a little too much

“i don’t know. maybe if you kiss me back it can be arranged?”

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lankylevi · 7 years

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Please come find me.

Commission for @kraium (thank you so much for commissioning my beautiful French bean!)

“Damn Eren, rough night?” Jean mocks at him as soon as he had set foot outside of the elevator.

Raising his head, and giving him a look that says “Don’t fuck with me today”, he saw the tall guy lower his gaze and focus it on the floor beneath them.

“Sorry man,” Connie said as he gave him a pat on the shoulder, to which Eren just hummed and gave a quick nod in his direction after he had sat himself down behind his desk.

He took out his stuff; ignoring the painful headache that was searing through his brain as he booted up the computer in front of him. Trying to keep his mind fairly blank, he got interrupted by a certain someone’s voice drumming through his ears like it was a drill.

“Ereeeeeen, my boy, my man, where are you sweety?!” Hange sang, their voice echoing through the whole space of working people, not caring that most of them were on the phone and dealing with unhappy customers.

The brunet raised his arm high enough so it would stick out from behind his workplace, supporting it with his other arm as he felt his muscles sting from last night’s war.

“There you are” they groaned as they made their way down to his post and rested their elbows on the edge of Eren’s cubicle wall, forming a bridge with their hands and resting their chin on it. “Hey handsome, I have a really pissed of customer for you,” they said with a wink. “Here are his papers aaaannddd…” they trailed off, playing air drums which made the people around the both of them turn their heads in their direction accompanied with a few muffled laughs. “He has made four people cry already so enjoy that” Hange finished and got up from their leaning position.

“Oh and by the way…” the distance between their faces closing, “You’ll find him don’t worry” they spoke softly while giving him a weak but genuine smile.

Eren knew how much Hange missed him, making him appreciate their comforting words even more as he saw the energetic person leave the room and hop in the elevator.

He squinted at the printed words while rummaging through his briefcase. There was a phone number and an email address presented on the former white pieces of paper, along with what seemed like the order, and his commentary.

Putting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he could finally see the words clearly and started reading his criticism, followed by reading the names of the people who he had spoken on the phone with.

“Sasha Braus… Thomas Wagner… Historia Reiss… Connie Spr- Yo Connie!” He yelled as he knocked on the cubicle wall to his right.

His neighbor, who had a neatly trimmed buzzcut, popped up from behind their separation while he removed his headphones from his ears. “Hmm, what is it?”

“You dealt with this man right here…” the brunet trailed off, giving the guy the paperwork and tapping on the client’s info. “Bleh, yeah I did, good luck with that one” he said with a disapproving grimace on his face.

“Did he really make you cry man?” Eren snorted, deep down he was kinda anxious about calling this person, but he couldn’t help but tease his work buddy over getting worked up about a salty customer.

“Shut up,” Connie muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes darting to Jean who was talking to Eren’s adoptive sister Mikasa only a few meters away from them. Eren hummed at his comment, followed by both of them turning their focus back to their work.

He ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks, wondering how he should approach this person, even though he knew he was a fucking master at dealing with bitter people.

Pressing the buttons on the telephone, and checking the number for the third time; he pressed dial and waited for the other person to pick up the phone.

An annoying beep filled up his ears, making the throbbing headache even worse.

He repeated his opening line a couple of times in his head as he opened the client’s order on his pc and started skimming for any details or discounts that he would be able to provide if the talk didn’t go well.

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman speaking,” the man on the other side of the line grunted, his voice making something inside of Eren ache but he waved it off by figuring that he just liked deep raspy voices, something that he had known for a while now.

“Good Morning Mr. Ackerman, I’m Eren from ‘Trost Online’ I’m here to help you with any difficulties you may be having with your recent purchases.” Being surprised by how cheery he sounded even though his heart was beating in his throat.

The person full out laughed in his face, or more like: laughed at his opening sentence and Eren checked the man’s phone number, making sure that he had called the right person but immediately knew that he had dialed the right number.

This person was just trying to make him uneasy, hoping for him to back down; a typical strategy that irritated customers tended to use.

“Seriously? Problems that I may have?” The faceless guy spoke again, dropping his voice to an octave that the brunet didn’t even know was possible.

“My apologies sir, could you please describe the problems that you are having with our product.”

There was a short silence between them, making him wonder if the man had hung up and packed his bags to smack the brunet in the face, but right before the latter went to check if the phone was still working; he could hear Mr. Ackerman deeply inhale.

“I have explained this shit four fucking times already kid. Are your heads that far up your own arses that you just throw honest reviews out of the window?” The guy snapped, footsteps clearly audible through the microphone so Eren figured that the man was impatiently pacing around his house.

“I do have your review printed out in front of me, but I wanted to make sure that these comments weren’t made up… If you’d like, I could repeat them for you” He finished, feeling a soft nudge against his arm from Connie who was giving him a thumbs up.

“Seems like you’re not doing anything more interesting with your life, so you might as well do that”

Letting out a puff of air while furrowing his brows; the brunet tried to hold in his laughter from the sick burns this guy was throwing at him.

“Okay, you have voiced that you were unsatisfied with the power of the vacuum cleaner, could you elaborate?”

The talk between them attracted more and more people who were now all whispering around Eren’s cabinet while the latter tried to wave them off since it was fucking with his concentration.

“Your last comment has been added to the list, is there anything else that you would like to add sir?”

“No, the only thing that I’m demanding right now is that you refund all the money,” the man said, annoyance still radiating off of him.

“I’m afraid I can only give you a discount on your next purchase from our store if you decide to keep the machine, if you bring it back in the state that it was given to you, you will get a full refund,” Eren said, deciding to show more dominance in his voice as it was now his time to pull the strings.

“You’re kidding me right?...” Rummaging of boxes and metal filled up the brunet’s ears as he waited for more comments, already being prepared of anything that the man would have to say, just so he could keep the cleaning tool.

“Good job kid, you’re getting your shitty machine back, but I’m still demanding a discount if I ever decide to shop with you pricks again.”

Eren had to chuckle at Mr. Ackerman’s comment, but couldn’t help but feel proud about the fact that he was the only person who had been able to get this guy so far without even showing any hint of emotion.

“I will discuss that with my boss immediately when they’re back, I’m writing your interest in a discount on your info sheet right now,” he said while he was indeed writing down the word ‘discount’ on the paper.

“I think that’ll be all, we’re open till 7 today sir, you’re free to drop the product off any time you want, you’re also not obligated to do this today, you still have 6 days to return it.”

He heard a quiet hum before the guy hung up the phone which startled the brunet. Making his mind foggy and his skin tingle from the heavenly sound.

He shook his head, he had been able to keep the aching inside of him under control for the whole time while they were talking, but right now, from the moment that the man had hung up the phone, it was back again but it seemed like the short break had made the feeling even worse.

Looking up to meet the gazes full of expectation in front of him, he gave them a wide smile and two thumbs in the air.

“Good job Eren!” Armin cheered, the rest of them giving him a few claps of celebration before they turned back to their schedule.

“Thanks,” he sighed, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes for a second, seeing the corporal’s face right before him, making the aching sensation even worse.

“What’s wrong?” the blond asked, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“I just miss him…” Eren whispered, loud enough for Armin and Connie to hear, but soft enough so the rest of the people (especially horseface) wouldn’t be able to hear him.

“I know man, one day...” Connie comforted him, turning his bureau chair in his direction to face the brunet.

“Exactly, you just gotta wait,” Armin added to Connie’s comment.

“It just sucks you know… you have Sasha, you have Jean, everyone has someone but I-” he needed to stop himself from talking or he could have sworn he would have burst out crying like he always did when he got reminded of the fact that he still hadn’t found his previous husband. Making him wonder if he had been born again at all, or that he might have died already.

Both thoughts made his stomach turn, so he got up from his seat and rummaged through his stuff to get his pack of cigarettes out.

“I’m going for a smoke,” he said as he stood up and walked past his two friends, knowing that they would understand that he had to be alone for a second.

Most days were fine, but when Eren had fought another war in his head during the night, then he didn’t have the energy to stop the pain from overwhelming his body. The pain that existed both physically and mentally, but the latter being the worse of the duo.

He lit up his cigarette and leant against the concrete while he closed his eyes. Breaking his head again over the unspoken question that he has had for as long as he could remember.

“The corporal’s name.”

No one who had come back could remember the other’s names until they had met each other again, which made it even harder for everyone to look for their lost comrades.

Rubbing the space between his creased brows, the brunet opened his eyes again and watched every customer leave or enter the big warehouse.

His eyes darted between the people’s faces, and he started making up stories behind their nameless faces. (Because that was just a thing he did when he got bored.)

“Eren!” He heard someone yell from the back of the store.

Turning his head around to face the source of the noise; he found Reiner waving and gesturing him to come closer.

“I got a return, and… you have to see who it is!” he screamed as he pulled at Eren’s arm and dragged him to the back of the store.

“Jesus, Reiner I’ll come with you, you don’t have to pull my arm like that,” the brunet nagged, slumping his way after the tall blond. “If you can’t deal with annoying clients yourself then you should j-”

His eyes widened and the world around him started fading as soon as he had turned around the corner.

It was as if the world only consisted of Eren and him. Him; the man who he had been so desperate to find for all his life, and that person was now standing in front of him.

Breath hitching in his throat, heart beating loudly in his chest, and knees wobbling; he still managed to set a step forward into the guy’s direction.

The raven seemed to be as shocked as he was, but he too started moving into Eren’s direction, and the distance between them seemed to finally be closing.

With each step they took, they could see each other’s faces more clearly and with every breath they took; all the details about the person came back to them as if the universe had finally unraveled it’s secrets.

“Levi I- mmpf” Levi kissed Eren into silence, the latter enjoying every second of it and wrapping his tanned arms around the pale man’s waist, hoisting him upwards as tears streamed down both of their cheeks.

“I found you… my Eren”

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worldcakecakecake · 7 years

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Cards and Markers

Ludwig uses his dogs to propose to Feliciano

a little one shot for @aliciatheanimefreak ‘s birthday (Which was the 13th, but got busy and couldn't post it that very day) who requested gerita with something fluffy, a birthday, and a proposal...so this is what I did I hope you all enjoy.

“-and I’m still so sorry!”

“It’s all right amore, I really understand! Lovino and Antonio took me out to dinner and Nonno gave me a really nice shirt. I still had a fun time, we’ll do something by ourselves when you arrive this weekend.” No trace of menace was in his voice, he was as sweet and excited as always, and for a moment Ludwig could feel confident in it.

“I’ll take you to that Italian restaurant you really like, and we’ll have double the gelato.”

Feliciano chuckled, “It’s a bit pricey Luddy,”

“It’s the closest to the real thing in the city, I’ll bring enough money to pay, don’t worry about it, I need to make up for missing your birthday.”

Feliciano twirled his fingers in his hair, silent in their call. Ludwig didn’t know what else to say, especially when his eyes were stuck on a display of rings, nervous, as if Feliciano could see through the phone what he was doing.

“Have the dogs been behaving?” He said to keep them conversing on something while he continued to look to the golden bands, more expensive, but they were the most beautiful, and Ludwig was ready to pay extra. He needed this ring to be something that Feliciano would proudly wear on his finger, that Ludwig could show off to anybody who dared give him longing stares or winks, and he could easily prove he was taken and his.

“Angeli! We take good care of each other and they’ve even posed for me to sketch, but it’s never long enough, they get curious over any little sound and then go running off to see what it is.”

“The neighbors hadn’t gotten any mad have they?”

“Oh no, they don’t bark, and I’ve made sure to clean after them when I take them on their walk, only once that Berlitz ran off and I had to chase him through a mud puddle- but don’t worry! I cleaned us both up and there’s absolutely no stains in the hall and living room.”

Ludwig really wouldn’t know until he got there, Feliciano had a tendency to leave some specks behind and he was extremely strict with having everything spotless.

“All right.” He spotted the perfect one, “I’ll call you later tonight, then you can tell me about what our neighbor’s kid did this time.”

“Oh Luddy, do I have a story for you.”

Ludwig chuckled. “Talk to you then, liebling.”

“Love you, Tesoro.”

The call was gone and he could better focus, his brother beside him with a mocking smirk.

“You are both so adorable, I swear,” Gilbert admitted.

“Whatever, just tell me, should I get this one?” He pointed to it and Gilbert nodded.

Two days later and Ludwig had parked the car in front of their small house, all the way from Pledorf, having been there for a family reunion. He had bought the ring in a near and good jewelry store, having told his family there that soon enough perhaps a new member would be coming to those reunions. He told them he was going to propose, to the sunshine that was Feliciano. Some had been really excited for him, others albeit skeptic, and then those who looked insulted that such a handsome man as himself will stoop for another man and not a woman. Ludwig was ignorant to those, Feliciano was worthy, and all he had in mind during the rest of the trip was how exactly he was going to ask him. He did hope for his birthday, but sadly it coincided with the reunion and it was necessary for all of them to be there with his grandfather’s deteriorating health. Opa Aldrich was actually ecstatic when he told him, Ludwig having to promise that he would love and be loyal to Feliciano. Aldrich knew he was a swell boy who deserved all the best his grandson could give him. He suggested to use his dog for the asking, saying he had done something similar when he asked his grandmother to marry him. But how exactly? He kept repeating to himself on the trip, even as he sat on the car in halt. Whatever it was, it had to be now. He couldn’t live with the question and doubts about what would be his future any longer.

Bringing his bag from the passenger seat, he headed out, trying not to make much sound, it was too quiet and he wanted his return to be a special surprise. He loved how excited Feliciano got whenever he welcomed him to their home. He went up the stairs, unlocking the door soundlessly with his spare key. No matter how much he tried to be silent, his dogs could easily recognize his entrance, running towards him for their greeting. Ludwig petted each lovingly, but insisting that they should be quiet.

He looked to a table that they used to decorate, where they tended to throw their keys and loose change in. At the moment, a couple of large cards were there, along with markers and some strings. Surely something for Feliciano’s art classes for children. Along with the dogs before him, they both sparked an idea, one he hoped would be enough for Feliciano to coax into, to accept.

He took the cards, large, taking five to write the words that would convey his message. He took the string, tied each of the cards, and gave each of the dogs one, wrapped around their necks, hanging loosely enough so they couldn’t be annoyed with it. Only one dog remained, probably still in the living room with Feliciano, sketching in his notebook surely. Luckily he trained these dogs well, tapping the floor gently enough with a calling that was enough for the youngest and newest of the dogs to understand.

“Alfredo…no! no! no!” He heard Feliciano called, just as the little Dalmatian came running down the halls towards Ludwig. “Aw, that was such a nice pose,” he complained, but Ludwig could hear him leaning more into the couch, probably dejected to continuing his sketch from what he knew in his mind.

Ludwig hid his chuckle, taking the dog and placing one sign on him, the last for himself. He made sure they were all well-presented, that it could be read, that he could be ready for this. He took the ring with its box from his pocket, taking a deep breath, and knowing that it was time, he sent the first dog.

Feliciano was too distracted in his sketching to notice it at first, but he caught the sign in the corner of his eyes and raised his gaze, meeting the ‘Will’ written down.

“Your name is not Will, Aster,” he uttered first to that, and Ludwig held himself hard to not laugh, deciding then to send the second one, with a ‘you’.

Feliciano raised his eyebrow, the two dogs together reading ‘Will you’. “Will I what? Is this about that piece of ham? Guys, I would love to, but we have to wait till vatti gets here, I’ll throw some pieces while he’s cutting,” he winked.

Ludwig rolled his eyes and reminded himself to watch him the next time he did that. He sent the third dog, and just as quickly the fourth and last one, until the message was read clearly before him.

‘Will you marry me’

Feliciano was frozen to his seat, eyes widened, shinning along with the sunlight that entered, a beautiful expression Ludwig thought, tapping the corner to get his attention. Feliciano saw him hold the ‘?’ to his question, with a shy smile, his other hand holding the box with the ring. Feliciano was so astounded he couldn’t move, questioning gazes from the dogs to Ludwig, stuttering, even rocking as he tried to control his happiness enough to answer.

Ludwig came before him, able to lean against his legs to show him the ring up close, golden brand, like vines reaching in the center to a majestic ruby. It was beautiful, more so than any other in Feliciano’s eyes, just the perfect item to signify a coming union, to a love as determined and strong as theirs.

Ludwig was trembling now, especially after the silence and because Feliciano remained with the same widened reaction without really offering a response. But then it turned into that smile that Ludwig swore was the touch that made him fall in love long ago. He leaned, teasingly close, taking the ring from the box and instantly placing it upon his finger. He turned his hand, proud of the way it shone there.

If this wasn’t enough for Ludwig to understand, Feliciano took the card with the ‘?’, a near marker he was using to paint and wrote his clear answer for him to see: ‘Yes’

Oh god, he actually wanted to cry. For some reason he couldn’t believe it, he now looked astounded, a big smile that Feliciano loved when he showed it, leaning, taking him to a tightening embrace, kissing his face entirely in expectation, but also welcome. It was something that the dogs wanted to be a part of, and soon it was interrupted when all four of them jumped on the kisses to get their own. Both Ludwig and Feliciano laughed, but offered them the same love.

Soon enough they will all be part of the same family.

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