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the-swedes-knees · 3 years

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Time in A Bottle (Agent Mobius x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Mobius, it's a slice of pie in a very specific slice of time.

Word Count: 1.8k

Located in the middle of Downtown, bordering on the corner of old-time druggies and newly gentrified condos was a moderate sized building with an exorbitant monthly rent.

It was a theme restaurant, if the theme was 'we opened in 1953 and we'll be damned if we change the decor'- done up in chrome and frosted glass windows that clashed against the surrounding brick and mortar. The neon sign bearing the establishment's name had burnt out years ago, but it wasn't the type of place one would seek out.

Unless you were Mobius, that is.

[09:45:00]

Technically, he shouldn't be here.

His unit was nearly a mile out, or, more accurately, they would be within the hour. Dates like this, where a simple flap of a fat pigeon's wing could ripple into Nexus event after Nexus event had a name. A proper designation in their severity and frequency of necessary resets.

But he just always referred to them as 'a real pickle'.

You glance up at the front door as the brass bell affixed to the frame jingles loudly. The man that enters looks around the place before making eye contact with you and smiles. He points to the empty bar and you nod your head.

Once you finish refilling the other customer's drink, you see that he's made himself comfortable in the middle stool.

"Hey there." You greet from the opposite side of the counter. He offers a sheepish greeting in response as you set a water down in front of him, balancing a plastic straw on the rim of the glass. "Can I start you off with some coffee? Just made a fresh pot."

"That'd be great, thanks."

You place the mug and matching saucer in front of him and pour. For a moment you look up at him, and he's smiling a very genuine smile- something very rare these days.

As soon as it's full to the brim you're reaching under the counter and grabbing a clean glass sugar pourer, placing it right next to his cup.

"How'd you know?"

"Customer service intuition, I guess." He thanks you before unfurling the napkin containing his flatware. Like someone with real proper manners, he drapes the napkin over one of his legs before stirring an ample amount of sugar into his drink.

You can't help but notice just how much he fits in to the whole aesthetic with his well fitted brown suit and slim tie. New York offered a multiplicity of personalities, and you'd become quite numb to anything and everything that would walk through that door.

Yet, someone about this man was intriguing, familiar in a way. Like in the past life he was a PI that you hired to confirm your husband's affair.

Both a confidant, and a stranger.

"Feel free to take your time, but, do you know what you'd like?" You note his closed menu pushed to the side. He raises his eyebrows and nods while mid-sip, and you pull out a notepad and pen from your apron.

"Sure do, could I get two slices?" He points the vintage rotating pie cooler to your left and specifies his selection.

Easy enough. You put two generous slices onto separate plates, and he declines your offer of whipped cream or ice cream on top.

"Good choice, this one's my favorite."

"You don't say." The knowing twinkle in his eye wasn't noticed as you busied yourself with refilling his coffee. He holds his hands up in mock defeat and sighs. "Well, I guess you'll have to join me." The ceramic scraped against the quartz tabletop as he pushed one of the plates across the bar, directly opposite himself.

"I'm on the clock-"

"Don't worry, another customer doesn't come in for-" He pauses to flex his arm, riding his jacket sleeve up just enough to check his wristwatch. "12 minutes and 43 seconds."

[09:52:16]

"Am I supposed to trust you on that?" You raise an eyebrow, and his only response is a slight head tilt and pushing the second slice a nudge closer to you.

It wasn't every day courteous men offered you a break in the form of your favorite desert. Your face screwed up in contemplation as you looked at the only other two patrons in the diner before giving in and grabbing a second set of flatware. "Well, it is slow-"

"For a Friday?" He has another bite before setting down his fork and dabbing at his face with his napkin.

"Is it Friday already?" You sigh, bent over the counter to take a bite of the pie. Delicious as ever. "Hardly feels like it, all the days are melding together."

"I think this one will stand out."

"What is the date, anyway?"

"May 4th." You make a hum of acknowledgement and he gives you a lopsided grin. "2012, incase you forgot the year too."

"I'll mark it in my calendar," You laugh, using your hand to cover your mouth as you continue to chew. "'The Day I Met-'"

"Mobius." He introduces himself, extending his hand over the counter and you shake it. His grip is firm, authoritative. Before you can reply with your own name, he refers to you by it while maintaining perfect eye contact.

You can't explain why, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it was perfectly made to be pronounced in his charming Texan drawl with just the faintest hint of gravel.

While you're fixed in a stunned silence his eyes deliberately dart to the lapel of your uniform. You follow his gaze and laugh at yourself for neglecting that you were indeed wearing a nametag.

"So Mobius... like, from maths?"

"Yeah, like math." He eyes his untouched water and picks up the plastic straw. His fingers move carefully, removing the straw from the perorated paper. You watch with curiosity as the man twists the paper once and pinches the two ends together with his thumb and index finger.

Mobius holds his opposite hand out to you, confident, waiting. With a bemused smile you allow him to guide your hand. His skin is warm, presumably from the way he had cradled his coffee mug, but it's comforting in a way. His rough hand guides you, your finger tracing the geometry of the paper-straw shape.

"A path that twists and turns... but always ends back at the same spot."

"I wasn't very good at math." You admit, and gesture around as if working in a place like this was a testament to that fact. "Why does it matter that it always ends where it began?"

"Well, that all depends on perspective. Maybe it doesn't matter. But to the one who observes it, it makes all the difference." You quirk an eyebrow, silently pressing him to elaborate. "Maybe that point's... where you got your first kiss, the feeling when your favorite football team scores a winning touchdown, a perfect sunset-"

Mobius catches himself trailing off, and looks down at his plate. He puts another bite onto his fork and cheers it to you.

"Or having pie in good company."

You look around the mostly empty diner before bracing your arms against the counter, leaning in as if you were to whisper some great secret.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit odd?"

[09:59:06]

"No-" His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "No, that's a new one. But you find it charming." He winked, actually winked, and leaned back in his stool, smirking into his coffee.

Your fork was halfway to your mouth as your just stared at him, frozen. You feel your mouth open and close a few times as you try to think of a somewhat dignified response.

"How would you know that?"

"I just know things." He shrugged.

"Like what?" You challenged.

"How about, Paul- over there." You crane your head to follow his line of eye, your coworker currently bussing a table that had just left. "Worked in this place five years, loves Coke- from the glass bottle, nothing else. Has a girl on the Upper East Side and runs a decent sized internet radio station out of his apartment."

"You're one of his listeners." You narrowed your eyes at him, a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"Oh, no. Hyperpop... not my style."

"Alright, BBC Sherlock-" You countered. You give a subtle head tilt to a woman sitting in a far off booth, papers spread out on the table around her pancake combo. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a regular. "How about her?"

"Mrs. Braverman. Youngest of eight siblings, English teacher at the charter school up the avenue. Actually prefers imitation maple syrup to the real thing."

You know very well Mobius could be talking out of his ass. But he's confident, nonchalantly so- like this was a game to him and he was obviously winning.

"What about me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Your anticipation is palpable as he swallows his final bite, taking the time to wipe his face of crumbs before smiling softly at you.

"You are... a poem of a person. Charming, capable, when you walk into a room people notice- even if you convince yourself that they don't." His gaze is steady, patient, and he's looking at you as if you're the only person in the universe. "You have big dreams, far beyond all... this... and you're gonna make it."

[10:04:59]

The sound of the door chime breaks you out of whatever hypnotic state you had found yourself in. Sucking in a breath and blinking away the very beginnings of tears in your eyes you tell the new customer to sit wherever they like.

Mobius took this chance to check his handheld, sighing at the time and the ever-growing slope of the branch variation.

The reset charge would be set soon, with or without him there.

"Look at that. Duty calls." He stands up and pulls a billfold from his jacket pocket, not even counting as he puts the cash down on the counter.

Mobius turns to leave, but hesitates. He turns back around to face you and places his hands on his hips. Allowing himself to play into the fleeting illusion just a tad longer.

"One more thing I know about you-" Mobius rubbed his chin in careful consideration. "You have a date tonight."

"Ah-" You wag your finger at him and shake your head side to side, "got one wrong."

"Did I? Ah- well... How about we change that?"

You pause. The plates you had been holding found their way back to the counter as you set them down slowly. Once again in a very short time span, he had left you speechless.

"That... was possibly the lamest pickup line I've ever heard." Though you mean it to be snarky, it sounds more like praise coming from your smiling lips. "I get off at 6:30."

"Alright." He looks perfectly pleased with himself as he lightly knocks on the counter with his fist. "It's a date."

Walking out the door, Mobius gave one last look at the diner before reporting to the event site.

He knew would see you again, always at 9:45.

#agent mobius #mobius #mobius m. mobius #agent mobius x reader #mobius x reader #loki series #loki #marvel #marvel x reader #sorry for the interruption from my usual content #but I love time traveling men

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silverhairsimp · 3 years

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Bakugou's Sister

Complete Self Indulgent Post for my number one guy, Eijiro Kirishima. I wrote this with an OC in mind based completely off myself so apologies in advance if you’re not into it.

I truly hope you guy enjoy this, there will definitely be a part2, maybe three depending on how smutty I get in chapter 2 ;)

Content: drinking, fluff, aged up characters

word count: 3,698

Summer has just started as you finish your junior year of college. You have spent the last year studying abroad in the United States, wanting to get away from all the hero stuff that surrounds your friends and family. As hard as it has been to be away from home the past year, you have enjoyed your time away, learning so much about yourself and your interests.

With all the time you’ve spent by yourself, today seems a little more lonely and you’ve found yourself missing home more than usual. Today is the first time in your 22 years that you’ve spent your Birthday away from your friends and family, more importantly away from your twin brother.

The FaceTime tune on your phone chimes as you hold the phone arm's length from your face.

It rings… and rings… and rings… FACETIME UNAVAILABLE your screen reads. You let out a huffed sigh, as you press the cancel button in the middle, slightly blowing some hair out of your face as you rest your cheek against your palm. “Happy birthday to you too, Kat” you say under your breath.

One of the best things about your time studying abroad is the people you have met. One family in particular you met while at a small local coffee shop. The family clearly had their hands full with two sets of twins. You couldn’t help but smile at the two youngest as the older brothers were bickering, throwing their food at each other. You walked up to the mother, sitting there alone trying to soothe her crying son. You still remember your conversation with her vividly. Sweetly offering her a hand since you know what it’s like to be a twin. You talk to her about how you and your brother were such menaces when you were little and you didn’t mind helping out, even if she was a complete stranger. Hesitant at first, the women openly accepted your offer.

You began to regularly babysit the three boys and single girl who reminded you of yourself. The two of you forming a bond quickly. Which brings you to today. Your 22nd birthday. At their lake house. All alone. She had mentioned that they’d be gone for the summer and opened it up to you to “watch over the place”. You quickly agreed, not knowing how lonely - secluded - you would really feel in this spacious house for months.

You sigh, grabbing your favorite bottle of tequila from the cabinet and walking out to the deck to sit and watch the sunset over the lake. What a beautiful night, you think to yourself. And it was, truly beautiful. The crystal clear water rippling against the horizon, water lightly crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the stairs. The dock swaying lightly. The sky painted with the perfect pink and orange colors. Blue undertones shining through as the moon slowly makes its way higher in the sky. You almost forget how sad it is to be by yourself on your birthday on a night this beautiful.

Before you know it, you wake up from a sudden vibration coming from the glass coffee table next to you. 9:47 PM. Shit, when did I fall asleep? Damn it’s cold out here.

You gather the bottle of tequila and your phone and head back inside. Locking the door behind you. Oh right, who texted me?

1 NEW NOTIFICATION. You slide open your phone, a voicemail? From Katsuki?

‘Hey sis, sorry I missed your call, been a helluva night over here. I jus-’ ‘Is that y/n? Tell her I said hi! Oh and happy birthday!’

You smile. You know that voice, none other than your brother's best friend. Eijiro Kirishima. ‘y/n if you hear me happy birthday!!’ he says excitedly, you can hear the smile in his voice. ‘Hey Bakugou, is your sister still as hot as she’s always been?’

You can’t help but laugh, none other than fucking Kaminari. ‘Oi, if you don’t shut the fuck up! Damn spark plug... Well anyway sis, we all miss you, clearly some of us more than others but we’ll see you soon. Happy Birthday.’ and the line cuts. You smile, at least your brother is having a good time. Wait… ‘we’ll see you soon’ ? You repeat out loud. What in the world does that mean?

You try calling Katsuki back but the call is forwarded. Hmm… Oh well. It’s late, I need to go to bed. You tell yourself, only to be interrupted by a loud growl coming from your stomach.

Right, dinner. You were so distracted by being alone that you hadn’t eaten much today. Guess the tequila doesn’t count either.

You head to the kitchen and cook up something quickly. A simple stir fry. One that you and your brother always used to make together. The two of you may have been twins, but you couldn’t be more different. He took after your mom in every aspect. The ash blond hair, the vermillion red eyes, the temper. And you took after your dad. Brown hair, hazel eyes; everyone loved you because of how sweet you were. Despite your differences, the two of you loved cooking together. It was always something you two could bond over. This meal makes you feel nostalgic and a little sad, wishing your brother could be right next to you, pushing you into a competition of who could cut the vegetables faster. You smile at the thought and enjoy a quiet meal to yourself.

Sitting on the couch, bowl in hand, you turn on your favorite anime. Shortly after, heading to the kitchen to clean up your mess before you head to bed. You look at the clock on the stove, 11:28 PM. You sigh as you place the last dish on the counter to dry.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Your heart is racing. What the fuck was that…

BANG! BANG!

It’s coming from the front door.

You slowly walk over to the peephole, careful not to make any noise as you approach the door. A hand covers the hole as you look through it.

“Come on man she’s probably already asleep! Be quiet!”

“Ooooh maybe we can sneak in while she’s sleeping!” SMACK.

“Oi, what the fuck did I say Dunce Face. Lay off.”

Kiri? Denki? Katsuki? No Fucking way.

You open the door and sure as hell.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” you say as they all turn to meet you.

“Hey y/n! You miss me?” Denki says with a cheeky smile, eye brows bouncing on his forehead.

“Aha, not as much as you missed me Denks.” You hug the blonde, who surely does not want to let go of you.

“Thought we’d surprise you so you didn’t have to be by yourself. These two wouldn’t let me leave without them.” Katsuki says walking in to hug you, pulling Denki off in the process. “Happy birthday sis.”

“Happy birthday to you too Kat. Never thought my little brother could be so thoughtful,” you say as you reach up to ruffle his hair.

“Tch, it's three damn minutes.” he snorts.

“Yeah, so? If you were three minutes older you’d never let me live it down, so I won’t either.” You flash a sarcastic smile as he pushes past you.

“Hey Kiri,” you say. Suddenly getting all shy at the red head in front of you.

“How’s it going y/n? Happy Birthday! I uh… got you something.” He pulls out a box from behind his back. Wrapped in red wrapping paper with a silky red bow.

“Wow Kiri, you didn’t have to do that…” A soft red blush rushing across your cheeks.

“Sure I did! Well, should we go inside? You can open it later!” He says, walking in to give you a hug. Tightly wrapping his arms around your waist, taking in a deep breath, “It’s really good to see you, I hope you don’t mind us showing up unannounced.”

You smile into his shoulder, “Mmm, honestly I’ve missed having company, I don’t mind at all.”

He lets go of you and motions for you to walk in as he shuts the door behind the two of you.

“No Sero?” you ask Kiri, as you help him get his things settled into their rooms.

“Nah, he’s got some new girls he’s been hanging out with. None of us like her and he’d just complain the entire time so we left him behind.”

“Fair enough, it’s much better with the three of you, even if Denki gets on my damn nerves.”

The two of you laugh as you walk in to see Denki has already made himself at home, laying on the couch, sprawled out face down as he flips through the tv channels, probably putting something foul on. Bakugou sifts through the kitchen, pulling out the half empty bottle of tequila from the counter. Kiri sits in the chair opposite of Denki to give you time with your brother.

“You expectin’ us or were you just drinking by yourself?” he scoffs.

“My drinking habits are none of your business, thank you very much.” you snap back at him, walking over and playfully punching his shoulder.

“Birthday shot?” you ask, as he’s already pouring two shots and handing you one. The two of you ‘cheers’ and throw the alcohol back, smoothly slipping down your throat.

Denki explodes off the couch as he hears the glasses clink against the granite countertop.

“You two getting the party started without the two of us?” Denki pouts.

Kirishima rounds the corner after him as you’re wiping the drip of tequila coming from the corner of your mouth. Watching you intently as your tattooed arm swipes across your mouth. He did always love the way your tattoos complimented your body. The way the ink on your skin made you feel so confident in yourself, and so much more desirable to him.

“Couldn’t possibly be a party without you Denks, now could it?” You say, grabbing two more shot glasses from the cabinet.

“Glad you finally realized it y/n” he smiles and winks at you.

“Y’know, you say that as if you’re not about to be the first one passed out on the couch.”

“Bakugou is right, you do have a reputation to uphold” Kirishima chimes in, everyone letting out a huffed laugh.

You pour the shots and hand them out, “Shall we?” you say. Everyone picks up their drink, “Wait! Make sure you make eye contact! Don’t want 7 years of bad sex do you?”

Bakugou snorts, “Pff, yeah, ‘s if that would ever happen t’me.”

“Gross” you say.

“You said it in the first place!”

“Y/n! Look at me okay!” Denki yells from across the counter.

“Jesus christ dude.” your brother says.

Except you don’t look at Denki. Your eyes are locked on Kiri’s, right across from you. The four of you bring your shot glasses to the middle and cheers each other.

Never breaking eye contact with Kirishima. He places his shot glass back on the table, eyes still on you. You’ve always had feelings for him, and it's been obvious that he feels something too. You’ve known each other since you started high school when he and your brother became close friends. There were so many unexplored and unacknowledged feelings between the two of you. What kind of friend would he be if he put the moves on his best friend's sister. He never wanted to be anything like Denki, and that’s what he’d feel like if he ever acted upon the way he’d felt about you. Less invasive of course. The same goes for you, what kind of sister would you be falling for your twin brother's best friend. Maybe some boundaries were worth crossing. That’s what you’re thinking, and that’s the look you have across your face as you and Kiri are still looking at each other.

“Let’s play beer pong!” Denki shouts. “I want y/n as a partner!”

“Fine, but don’t make me carry the game this time dude.”

Bakugou goes to the fridge down stairs and gets a case of beer, you and Kiri set up the cups as Denki attempts to help, but he keeps knocking them over. Laughing and softly saying “Oops” everytime he does.

“Looks like you are gonna have to carry the game this time.” Kiri says, nudging your arm with his elbow, “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you.”

“Awww you got a soft spot for me or something?”

Your words make him blush. He does, but he doesn’t think now is the time to admit that to you, instead he just laughs it off, “I’d feel bad knowing you got stuck with Denki as a partner, he’s practically drunk off one shot.”

“Low tolerance is a bitch, plus he’s never been able to handle tequila anyway.” you say back.

Bakugou comes back up the stairs handing you two beers and walking around to the other side of the table, filling up the cups on his and Kiri’s side.

“You two ready t’lose or what?” He says with a shit eating grin across his face.

“Game on little bro” you return with the same wicked grin.

Denki joins your side as you and Bakugou face off from across the table. Keeping eye contact the two of you both sink your first throw. Then sinking the second, and the third.

“Thank god the two of you aren’t on the same team, we’d be fucked” Denki laughs, nudging you slightly.

Making you lose focus as you shoot your fourth shot, which slowly spins out off the rim of the front cup and bounces off the table.

“Hah! Thanks Dumbass.” Your brother snorts.

“Sorry y/n…” Denki says sheepishly.

You toss the ball back to Bakugou and he hands it to Kiri. The game passes pretty fast, you don’t miss a single shot, neither does Bakugou. Kiri misses a few here and there, but you can tell he’s doing it on purpose, taking it easy on you, just like he promised. Denki however, hasn’t made a single shot. You would make him drink since he’s trolling so badly, but he’s practically already passed out under the table. You have 4 cups left, Kiri and Bakugou have two. You Sink your next two shots and it’s balls back, the game is tied. You sink your first shot and the second misses just short.

Kiri and Bakugou sink the next two shots and that’s pretty much game. You finish the last three cups and Bakugou chimes that it’s already past 2 AM. You show him one of the bedrooms he can stay in and he heads to bed. Kiri helps clean up while you throw a blanket over Denki under the table and slip a pillow under his head. “Mmn.. Love y.. y/n… so hot”. You and Kiri both snort in laughter looking at each other.

“No fucking way the little perve is dreaming about you,” he says.

“What can I say, just have all the boys comin’ after me” you say, flicking your hair over your shoulder dramatically.

Kiri forces a laugh and goes quiet. “You know I’m not serious right? No need to be so down all of a sudden Ei.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean -”

“It’s okay. I’m just giving you a hard time” you say cheerfully. Rubbing a hand up his arm to pat him on the shoulder. “I’ll finish cleaning up if you wanna get ready for bed.”

“It’s okay, I’ll stay and help.” He offers you a reassuring smile, which you return.

The two of you finish cleaning up the mess in no time. Garbage is taken out, dishes are cleaned and put away. The place looks cleaner than when everyone got here. “Come on, I wanna show you something.” You say, reaching to grab Kiri’s hand as you pull him out onto the deck.

“This has been one of my favorite things about staying here. It’s so peaceful at night. The stars shine brighter than I have ever seen before. Sometimes I just get lost out here.” you say, looking up at the dark blue sky, lit up by shining stars.

“Look! A shooting star!” Kiri points out, “Make a wish y/n.”

“You should make a wish! You saw it!”

“You’re the birthday girl, it should be yours.” He smiles at you so tenderly.

“Everything I wanted has already come true.” You look up at him, smiling. Suddenly interrupted by your body shivering.

“Oh! One sec, I’ll be right back!” He says, quickly running inside. He’s back within seconds, a baggy Red Riot sweatshirt in one hand and that small red box in the other. “Here,” he says, sticking the items out to you.

You take the sweatshirt first, slipping it over your head. Kirishima watches you closely as your tank top slowly lifts as you pull his sweatshirt over your head, the sparkle of your belly button ring reflecting in his eyes. Fuck you’re so beautiful, he wishes he could tell you. When you finally pull the rest of his sweatshirt down, the fabric engulfs your figure. “Looks great on you. Maybe even better than it does on me.” he says, “You can keep that”, he smiles.

You both sit down on one of the benches behind you. The same one you were sitting in hours ago. The same one you were wallowing in about being all alone. Right now, you’re the farthest thing from feeling alone. You feel so complete with Kirishima right by your side. “One more thing” he says, handing you the small red box.

You take it from him and gently pull on the bow. Taking it and tying it back around Kiri’s wrist. “I think it makes you look super manly” you say as you wink at him. He moves his hand closer to his face, examining the new fabric on his wrist. “Ya think so? I think I’ll keep it on then.”

You both smile. He leans further back into the bench, the cold plastic warming under his touch. He brings his right arm up behind you, relaxing it on the head of the bench.

A loud tear echoes in the emptiness around you. “A book? Of coupons?” You ask. Slowly flipping through the pages in the booklet. “This is so cool!” Good for one free boba! Good for a trip to your favorite ramen shop! Good for a day trip of your choice! Some of the pages read.

“Kiri, this is so thoughtful!” you smile at him.

“Yeah, I didn’t really know what to get you. I just figured… ya know, we hadn’t seen each other in so long... I just wanted to make sure we had enough time to catch up. Then I came up with that.”

“Well, it’s perfect and I love it.” You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. It catches him off guard but he accepts it quickly. The hand that was around the back of the bench is now wrapped around your waist, he slowly pulls you in tighter, aimlessly rubbing shapes up and down your back. You bring one of your hands up to tangle your fingers into his hair. He hums at the sensation and gets lost in the smell of you. Your coconut shampoo is sweetly intoxicating. He can’t get enough of it. And he doesn’t want to let go of you.

You slowly start to let go of him and you can feel his shoulders drop with disappointment. “Sorry, that position was hurting my back.”

“Get comfy then, it’s okay.” he reassures you. You smile as you nuzzle into him, tucking your shoulder right under his armpit, head resting lightly on his chest. He wraps his arm around you again. Starting at your waist then resting on your hip. You take in a deep breath and relax under the weight of his arm. Best birthday ever, you think to yourself. Before you know it, you’re slowly drifting off to sleep. Your body slipping down into the bench. head now resting in Kirishima's lap. Your knees tucked into your chest, feet hanging slightly off the bench. Kiri’s right arm still rests on your hip, his left brushing your hair out of your face. Rubbing your forehead and cheek as he does so.

Your skin is so soft under his rough battered hands. You look so sweet like this. So tiny curled up next to him. Tucked into his lap. Wearing his sweatshirt. He wishes he could have you like this every night. Cuddled up next to him. Asleep peacefully under his touch. You start to stir in your sleep but he’s quick to hush and coo you back to sleep. He could stay out here with you all night if he could, but the cold is quickly getting to him. He slowly starts to pick you up, pressing you into his chest as gets up to carry you to bed.

Slowly entering your room, he holds you up with one hand as he pulls your sheets back. Setting you down onto the bed and pulling your slippers off your feet. He pulls the covers up and tucks you in. Sitting there for a few moments longer, completely admiring you. He puts a hand back up to your face, rubbing a small circle on your cheek, softly dragging his finger across your bottom lip. He wonders what they would feel like pressed against his. He would give anything to find out. “It’s always been you, y/n.” He whispers. Hand still on your face, he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes start to flutter open quickly, then close again, “Eiji?” Oh shit. Did she hear me? He thinks to himself. “Hmm?” he says nervously. “Thanks for being the best birthday present ever.” you say with your eyes closed. Drifting soundly back to sleep. Kirishima takes a deep breath of relief. He smiles into another kiss, this one on your cheek. “Goodnight y/n.” He says as he walks out, heading to his own room to go to sleep.

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harold231 · 3 years

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It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

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vanderlindemorgans · 3 years

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Cross My Heart (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+

Summary: A traitorous Agent Whiskey returns to the United States on the run. Being cast out by Statesman, he soon finds that you're the only person he can turn to - the embittered former flame from years long passed

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Eventual smut, some references to alcoholism and drug use. Reader is in her late twenties but there is an age gap between her and Whiskey. Chapter specific warnings include some graphic descriptions of blood and injuries and some alcohol consumption. Also I know nothing about Texas or horses.

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To say things hadn’t gone to plan would be a dramatic understatement. In his case, however, the results of his arrival in Cambodia had proved even more disastrous than he could have ever imagined. Though really, if he’d have stopped to think about it for even just a second, he would have seen that his plan was doomed to fail from the beginning.

Stalking through the busy streets of Dallas, Jack tried his best to keep as low of a profile as possible - you never knew who could be wandering the city searching for him, and after the stunt he pulled with Eggsy and Harry it could almost be guaranteed that he had some sort of warrant on his head. It was probably foolish of him to even come back to the United States in the first place, but really, where else did he have to go?

He didn’t entirely know where he was going now either. He couldn’t return home, as it would most likely be swarming with Statesman agents and the like hunting for him. He was almost certainly cast out of Statesman for his actions by now, so any former friends he could usually turn to in situations like this would be of no help at this point, considering everything that happened. For once in his life, Jack was well and truly alone. The acknowledgement of that fact itself did nothing to alleviate his anxieties, only doing more to further the ever growing void in his stomach. His eyes darted between the various passersby, none of them taking a single notice of him to his relief. He’d have expected to draw more attention to himself, in fact when he stopped to take a gander at his reflection in one of the shop windows he passed by he was almost stumped as to how he had managed to keep under the radar so well - you couldn’t much see it with the way he kept his head down, but upon closer inspection one could easily spot the large nasty gash of blood split across the side of his cheek, complimenting several different bruises that were forming underneath. His clothes were either torn from navigating through the thicket of the Cambodian jungle or scuffed from his confrontation with the two Kingsman agents. The only part of him that was still in almost perfect condition was his damned hat, surprisingly enough. In the most blatant use of the term, he looked like an absolute wreck. If he weren’t on edge from the constant vigilance of potentially running into one of his former colleagues, he might’ve laughed at himself over it.

Escaping from Eggsy and Harry had been the easy part - they’d left him tied up with his own lasso off to the side, but in all the confusion and spate of heroics in trying to distribute the antidote, they had neglected to keep any sort of watch on him. From there on, all it took was the simple slice of a knife he had hidden away in his back pocket and just like that, he’d slipped away into the shadows, running for his life through the thick and sweltering heat of the jungle. He’d wanted to retreat back to the plane he’d used to travel there in the first place but upon realising that Statesman could use radar to track him, he instead was forced to navigate himself to a nearby airfield used for moving cargo. After that it was just a matter of stowing away on one of the planes to ensure his arrival back in America, touching down in Dallas of all places. Jack was fully aware that he was lucky to have his life - if things had gone differently he’d have ended up with a bullet in his head or something much worse. For that much at least he was somewhat grateful for. Somewhat.

Almost as if by instinct, he drifted towards a bar in the downtown area of the city, stumbling in and being assaulted by the smoke-scented air that greeted him the moment he opened the door. It was by no means a classy place, yet he didn’t much care in that moment. Any place was better than aimlessly wandering the streets like a stray mutt. Striding through the crowds of patrons ranging from tipsy to drunk, he came up towards the bar and pulled a couple of notes from the inside of his jacket pocket. “A glass of whiskey, if ya will” he requested, sliding the notes over to the disinterested bartender on the other side of the counter. Some part of him felt stupid for ordering the drink of his agent namesake, but some side of him felt like reminiscing on old times a bit. In light of him going rogue, they’d most likely be passing on that codename to another agent. Probably to Ginger most likely. He caught himself sneering at the thought of her, a deep burning sense of hate starting to fester in him. He never did like her much.

Taking the glass of whiskey in his hand, he let the warm rush of liquid seep down his throat, feeling consumed by the blazing burn it left on his tongue. So this was how it all ended for him: hiding out in a dingy dive bar, drinking himself to death while he waited for the inevitable. His mind ran over all of his options from there on, running down the short list in less than a minute tops. He had no job, no friends, nowhere to run to, no-one to turn to.

Unless…

Jack’s mind began to nag on something, a faint memory from years long since passed starting to resurface, the face of someone he hadn’t thought of in what felt like forever creeping into his thoughts gradually. He was in Dallas, right? An idea began to form in his head, recalling days spent during the summer out on a ranch north of the city, of your warm smile and intoxicating eyes that one could get lost in. Waving over the bartender, he pondered on his idea further. Would you even want to see him after all this time? He remembered the way things ended between the both of you, the bitterness and bad blood that most likely still lingered.

It was possibly an idiotic idea to begin with. Hell, you might not even be in Dallas anymore: the last time the two of you spoke was at least a good seven years. But it was the only option he had left. Throwing his head back and downing the last remnants of whiskey in his glass, he threw down a couple of extra notes for the bartender on the counter and sauntered off, fully sure of his next course of action. Like it or not, you were his best chance he had of survival. He just hoped that you didn’t hate him too much to turn him away after everything that he put you through.

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Wiping a line of sweat from your brow, you found yourself cursing the suffocating summer heat. After living there for so many years you thought you’d be used to it but every June through to August the intensity of the blistering sun always managed to take you by surprise. If only you could simply relax a little, lounge by the pool sipping on cognac and smelling of lilacs, without a single care in the world. Instead, you were out in the sun, tending to each of the horses that your ranch housed. You ran a horse riding ranch only a couple of hours outside Dallas, tucked away in the deep necks of the Texan countryside. It was originally your parents business, and you’d practically lived there your whole life. It wasn’t your original plan to take over the family business, some part of you angling for something more than life as a simple ranch hand but when both of them tragically passed only a few years before, you felt you owed it to them in a way to take up the mantle to keep things running as smoothly as possible. Some things didn’t take much adjustment in a way - you’d already known the procedure for cleaning the stables and tending to the horses like the back of your hand, and the inheritance money left behind had made it easier to pack everything up out of your small city apartment to move back home on such short notice. The thing that did take some getting used to was their absence. Stepping back into their well loved home, seeing the photos still hanging on the walls, the folded pages of the books your mother kept on her bedside that would never be opened again, the places where they should be but simply weren’t - that wrecked you more than anything you could ever imagine.

At first you didn’t even sleep inside the house - it was just too painful to see them everywhere around you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to remove the cheerful family photos from the walls, even if it was only for a little while. The first two months back home were spent in the backseat of your car, curled up with a blanket that you’d managed to drag out from the house. You tried to carry on with business as usual but everything felt bleak around you. Some part of you wanted to blame someone, anyone for what happened. Sometimes you’d felt tempted to blame yourself in some way. Eventually, things did become easier. The emotional weight started to lift, and you were able to get through the day without having to take five to pull yourself together. Nothing was the same as before, but the flow of your life started to settle and become something resembling normal again. And that, in your opinion, was probably the best way it could have turned out.

Doing a onceover the stables to check everything was in its correct place, you pulled the large doors closed and surveyed the landscape around you, taking in the stunning visual of the sun beginning to dip below the skyline, mellowing out into a lively and beautiful sunset. With the front gates locked and everything with the horses all taken care of, you trudged back up to the house at the centre of the property, your mind drifting to the glass of liquor you intended to pour yourself the minute you got inside. It had been a long day, full of tiresome frustrations and irritations. Being in the middle of July, your ranch saw frequent visitors, including kids who were out of school and being taken out of the city on a sort of day trip by their parents. That day in particular had involved a birthday party for some kid, and you’d been out there giving riding lessons to the whole group of them.

Usually lessons were conducted by one of your other employees but in cases of events you tended to take on more tasks yourself. To be perfectly blunt about it, the day had gone horribly. Surprisingly enough, the kids were fine, no, the real piece of work was the birthday boy's mother. She’d insisted on trying to take control of every single aspect of the event and was overly critical of every little thing you did, and was an all round exhausting person to deal with. When the party was finally over and everyone had packed up and left, you remembered breathing a huge sigh of relief and thinking “thank fuck, she’s gone”.

Twisting open the front door to your house, you tossed your keys off to the side and immediately set off in search of something to drink. Grazing your fingertips along the refined wooden edges of your liquor cabinet, you pulled on the handles and reached your hand in to select a bottle. What you really wanted was something strong to take off that stressful edge of the day behind you. You felt your eyes settle on a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey stuffed towards the back and couldn’t help but smirk to yourself, a vague memory teetering on the precipice of your mind. Shaking the thought away, you instead choose a bottle of bourbon, placing it on top of the cabinet as you reach for one of the empty glasses stored inside. As you poured a glass for yourself, you felt your mind get lost in a haze, wandering between the events of the past few hours and what you’d planned to do with the rest of your night, and, admittedly something you were ashamed to say, a lingering thought to do with that bottle of whiskey you’d passed on over before. Fucking Jack Daniels, I swear to god…

Your body might as well have been on autopilot then, as you didn’t take any conscious note of anything other than the burn of liquor on your lips. If you hadn’t been so distracted you might have noticed it earlier - the distant sound of footsteps coming closer up the driveway to your house, the sounds turning into thuds the nearer they got. Too lost in your thoughts and too tired from the nightmarish day you endured, you were only pulled from the depths of memory by a loud bang on the front door. Furrowing your brow, you shot a confused and worried glance over to the front of the house, already beginning to feel alerted and wary. Who the hell could that be at this hour?

There was another bang on the door, this one more insistent than the last, and you felt yourself jump at the suddenness of it. Would it even be safe to go answer it? For a minute, you contemplated the idea of ignoring it and pretending you weren’t home, however once you realised whoever was outside could most likely see the lights on from the windows you dismissed that idea with disappointment. You’d have to go answer it, you knew that, but something didn’t feel right to you. Cautiously rising up out of your seat, you took a small step towards the entryway of the house, and through the fear managed to call out “Who’s there?”.

Taking another moment to contemplate whether or not it would be worth fetching a gun for this, you heard the voice of the person on the other side answer back, a voice that had you freeze in a mixture of shock and disbelief the instant you heard it. “Darlin'? It’s...it’s Jack, could you…”.

You didn’t even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you had bolted to the door, hastily unlocking the deadbolt and ripping it open to reveal him standing before you. Something in your heart stopped the second you saw him - he was the one person who you never, ever, in a million years ever expected to see again, much less on your front doorstep. You drank in his appearance, the first thing your eyes being drawn to was the large bloody slash across his cheek. His eyes were looking down at you pleadingly, a look you weren’t used to seeing on him. From when you’d known him he’d always looked so confident, so self-assured and pulled together, so to see him so browbeaten and, dare you say, defeated, unnerved you in a way. You could feel your mouth hanging open slightly, the words being there but your mouth being unable to form them, your eyes only fixated on his own dark and vanquished gaze as your mind raced a million miles a minute. There was so much you wanted to say, to ask, yet the only thing you were capable of verbalising in your shock was the one question that pushed itself to the forefront of your mind.

“Jesus fuck, Jack, what the hell happened to you?”.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #kingsman #kingsman: the golden circle #kingsman fanfiction #yes i write reader insert fic now what about it

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purplerose244 · 3 years

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Idea scenario for episode 10 (because putting thoughts down makes me less anxious 😅)

Langa gets Reki to fix the skateboard.

They are awkward at first but then they talk and they laugh like they used to. Reki promises the board will be delivered for his final challenge. It looks like they are mostly back to normal but then Langa finds out Reki left S and they fight again. Langa tells him he can't skate without him because he makes him feel alive, Reki tells him he can't skate WITH him anymore because Langa will leave him behind. Langa tells him he's sorry he broke their promise, Reki tells him he's sorry he left Langa. Langa confesses that he loves to skate when Reki is there, because he loves Reki. Reki admits that he wants to skate with Langa because he loves Langa (possible kiss because WHY NOT ❤💙❤💙)

Despite this Reki says that until he is strong enough to be by Langa's side, he won't be back to S. Langa says that until Reki is back he won't skate but Reki doesn't want that. He says that Langa loves skateboarding, that it's what united them and it will be what will bring them back together so he needs to keep going for the both of them. Langa promises that he will keep skateboarding. They leave with another "don't be reckless" from Reki, that Langa uses back saying "you too" (possible other kiss because YA KNOW ❤💙❤💙)

There are tears as they leave each other.

(I'm guessing that the finalists will be Shadow Langa Adam and Tadashi, sorry Miya. I don't know if they will make a battle royal or a pre final to decide. For the sake of this theory I'm gonna go with Adam vs Langa again)

(I do think there will be a confrontation between Tadashi and Langa though. An Eve and the Snake situation 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️)

Adam cannot wait to dance with his Eve. Langa can't believe Reki won't be here again. He wants to run away, he wants to leave, he doesn't want to skate without him again. But he made a promise, and this time he's going to keep it. Like back in his challenge against Miya the skate is delivered a little late. Not by Reki, but by manager Oka. The skate is the same in the structure but the sketch is different: it's Reki's signature gear symbol, fused with a snowflake all over. Manager Oka says Reki is cheering for him, no matter where he is.

Heartbeat.

Langa's heart flutters. It's here. The feeling. Even when Reki is not here, he still somehow is. The challenge starts, Adam tries to play his tricks, to seduce his Eve, skating and being a creep dancing. But Langa isn't looking at him, he is beyond. The feeling he has experienced at his first challenge against Adam was a raw, dangerous excitement, that had felt like the strongest emotion he had ever experienced. He was wrong. This one feeling was honest, vivacious, protective. It was pulsing, bright, warm. It was all Reki was, it was all his love for skateboarding and him. So Langa skates, he skates like never before, because he loves this and he loves Reki and everyone needs to know.

Adam doesn't understand what is happening. He's loving Langa, he's loving him with all of his heart. And he is... rejecting him? He isn't supposed to, how can he reject his love? Adam has been loved his entire life and he has never rejected the love his aunties have inflicted on him, that was natural! Why was his Eve being like this? How could he?? Adam starts to get more aggressive, showing more of his "love" trying to make Langa "understand". It's all in vain, and Langa smiles so sweetly, looking at something that Adam cannot see. That he cannot touch.

The police arrives again, this time they know something is up (Idk maybe Tadashi did something or the investigator is that good I don't have a clear motivation for this one). Adam is too caught up with forcing himself onto Langa (it sounds very bad but honestly can you not believe when it's about him? 😑) to even care. They get to the very end, Adam is out to do anything to get Langa, even hurting him as badly as he always did, with everyone else. But Langa is too far from him.

Langa jumps.

Snow appears, the reason why he got his name in the first place.

But there's something else, a light, making every single snowflake glimmer. The sun, there is the sun and it's making his figure shine even brighter. Adam is so caught up with his inferiority that he falls and doesn't even finish the challenge.

Langa is victorious. The others celebrate him for a moment, only to be taken by the police for interrogation. In the place where Adam had fallen there is no one. Adam is gone.

It takes a while to clear up the situation and to reconnect everything to Adam as the organizer of S. It is solved quickly since the focus is on Adam and his real career anyway. But the S has been discovered and that era is now over. Joe and Cherry have a conversation about how the world changes and where are they going to skate now (it probably ends with them arguing while admitting they can't skate without the other). Miya's qualification for the nationals gets postponed because for the S mess and everyone wants to know about that. He gets to make new friends, while the old ones that rejected him slowly start to go through "redemption" to get back into the "hero's party". Shadow, with his alter ego without a place to be, takes all of his courage to ask his boss out (on this one I feel either they will start dating on a slow pace, or the girl understood that they are hanging out as friends and nothing more. Sorry, I feel like this is Shadow's fortune 😅)

Langa goes to Reki's house to tell him about S (and get some smooch- what wait who said that ahah). Reki's mom tells him that Reki won't be home for a little while, he went to meet someone in another city. Langa is sad about that but he will wait for him.

In the dark, running away from justice that keeps looking for him, Adam can't get over how his Eve has left him. How Eve betrayed him, destroying the paradise they used to have together. He is restless, he wants to go back to that place and get Eve to love him again (because Eve loved him before, suuuure 🙄). In a way, he will make everything perfect, a new paradise for them, better than before. And Eve will never leave again.

Days go by, Langa meets the others at night to skate. Sometimes Miya even brings some friends (the ones that pushed him away in the past gets a very harsh treatement from Shadow 😉), and a few schoolmates of Langa finally got curious and are trying. Joe and Cherry are severe but very good teachers. In all of this, Langa thinks that this is a really nice moment to live in. He hopes that Reki will be back soon.

In another city, in another house, Reki takes the deepest breath of his life. He makes sure his headband is right, holds onto his skateboard (it has the same snowgear symbol on it but with inverted colors) and knocks. A second later a woman welcomes him and leads him in. Reki opens another door, where a guy with medical machines around is onto the bed. He looks up from a book and smiles.

"Kyan Reki. It's been a while pal, here on vacation?"

Reki smiles back.

"I actually have a request. It might be a lot, and I know you don't skate anymore... but you taught me all I know, and I want to get better. Will you teach me how to be the best?"

The guy looks surprised. There is a photo on the wall, them on skateboards having the time of their lives. He looks at it, then he grins.

"You're having dinner with us tonight. We start tomorrow. Get ready."

Reki exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looks down at his skate, hoping that what they have is real, and that this is going to be enough. But even if it isn't, he isn't going to give up. Especially not on skateboarding. Especially not on him.

He closes his eyes, a hand on his chest.

Heartbeat.

He can't wait to get back to do his best. He can't wait to learn new tricks and improve himself. He can't wait to go back to skate with Langa.

When I was a kid, back when I watched heroes on TV and stuff,

The hero said:

"What is your happiness?"

He absolutely hated ending without knowing what happiness was, he said.

... and I think I understand better now. When you fight for something, or someone, you wanna know why.

Hence the meaning of that happiness.

It still doesn't change how the world see it.

To become rich?

(Scene with Cherry closing a suitcase filled with money, leaving his room)

To be popular with girls?

(Scene with Cherry getting into Joe's restaurant while a few disappointed girl clients leave at the same time. They smile at each other while Joe put the "We're Closed" sign on the door and get back in with him)

To get into a good school?

(Scene with Miya running through the courtyard of his school with his old and new friends, looking happy)

To be respected?

(Scene with Shadow teaching his boss how to skate and her being an adorable klutz and so impressed by him)

Of course, I'm sure... I know, that for many that's what happiness is.

And I know I thought I knew what my happiness was myself.

I even thought I've lost it at some point.

I was wrong. I never found it, and I never lost it.

I'm discovering it right now.

(Scene with Reki walking left towards the kitchen of the house he's in with a smile. Scene with Langa in the place they used to train in, sitting to watch the sunset, turning towards right with a smile)

And I'll get it.

Soon, I will get my happiness too.

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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Do it.

Request: @imerdwarf : Hi my dear friend ❤️ I was wondering if I could send in a small request? 🥺 a friends to lovers with Bucky - reader has loved him for a long time but he’s always with other girls and just feels like he doesn’t like her that way but it isn’t until she starts crying he learns the truth? 🥺 your writing is amazing and I’m glad to have found your blog ❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (40s)

Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff and maybe sad.

Word count: 2243

Notes: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

New York City, 1943

The clarity with which you heard the words that came out of the radio distressed you. There wasn't much good news coming from across the ocean, but you knew that's where you wanted to be. The courage of the many soldiers who passed through your hands encouraged and comforted you, they had hope, everything that was needed in those times. Your main task was to vaccinate and check that each and every soldier who went to war was in good physical condition. There were many times when you had to refuse their permission, and you watched as frustration set in.

But things changed when a loved one came before you to give your approval of their good physical health. Bucky Barnes was more than a Sergeant in the United States Army, he was your friend and confidant for a couple of years when Bucky showed up at the medical centre after becoming the third YMCA welterweight boxing champion. From that moment on you both discovered that you had many things in common, and perhaps it was because of that and the constant casual coincidences you had over the next few months that you became good friends.

"Done," the curtain that separated your cubicle from another nurse's cubicle opened, letting a smiling Bucky through.

You jumped up suddenly when you saw how he had snuck into that place, and the soldier you were poking at the top of his buttock was surprised too. But Bucky didn't seem to mind.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, offering the soldier cotton wool with alcohol.

"I've just had my destiny confirmed" Bucky picked up a series of confidential papers, which he shouldn't show you.

The soldier you were vaccinating reluctantly left by pulling up his trousers, and Bucky took the seat he had left on the stretcher. You took the papers he was offering you and discovered that first thing tomorrow morning he would be leaving for Europe. His departure took you somewhat by surprise, as you at least expected him not to leave until September, but he was determined. He was leaving tomorrow and you still hadn't received your assignment orders, even though your application had been sent for months.

"So you're leaving first thing tomorrow morning for London," you confirm by looking at the documents.

With every gesture on his face, Bucky showed that happiness and pride you were used to seeing in each of your patients. It was clear that there was nothing better than news like that to cheer up the American people, their courageous men and women fighting for their country.

"Well, what do you plan to do on your last night of freedom, Sergeant?" Your question had a specific purpose, to discover Bucky's priorities, among which you clearly knew was his best friend, Steve Rogers.

James took the papers again from your hands and got up from the stretcher practically in one jump.

"Enjoy this wonderful city and its pleasures," he said cheerfully. "Tonight I have a double date with Steve, we'll take Connie and Bonnie to Stark Expo and then dance.

You arched one eyebrow smiling at the plan he had just proposed, the smile was not really the best expression to show your feelings, but it was perfect to hide them. You were not prone to show your affection in front of the people you loved, maybe that's why you accepted to dedicate yourself to nursing, you preferred to show your affection with strangers. That and running away from your small town.

"So, a double date? That sounds wonderful."

As Bucky played with the papers in his hands you wondered whether you should say goodbye to him now, whether that would be the last time you would see him before he left first thing the next day, and whether you would not see him again until the war was over and everyone returned home, if he survived.

"So... is this goodbye?" you asked with a sour smile.

Just as Bucky was about to take the step and respond, the white curtain opened showing a young private waiting to be vaccinated. Bucky showing his stripes informed him to wait a moment.

"Of course, Sergeant."

Just as the private had disappeared again, Bucky resumed the conversation.

"I think so, this is goodbye," Bucky kept the papers. "Goodbyes... I'm not very good at them."

"Don't worry, Sergeant," you said, looking at his blue eyes as you leaned on the stretcher. "You just focus on being good at what matters, and come back safe and sound."

"Of course ma'am," Bucky gave you one last smile before disappearing through the curtain and informing the soldier that he could pass.

The rest of tomorrow you functioned as if you were part of an assembly line, soldiers and vaccines, vaccines and soldiers, your mind was lost elsewhere, wandering between various thoughts. Practically all your friendships were thousands of miles away from you, you only knew about them through a few lines that came to you with every correspondence at the beginning of the month. Your life was becoming a nuisance, and now he was leaving too. You wanted to be there, in the front line if necessary, to help, even if you regretted it every day later. That situation was frustrating.

With the sunset you started to pick up your belongings, there was nothing more you could do for today, just take off your uniform and go home to sit on the couch while you kept your mind distracted listening to the radio. The girls were going out that night to dance with a lieutenant and his mates, but you just needed a bit of calm.

The number five bus soon passed, and after crossing the Manhattan bridge you were on your way back to Brooklyn. You were living in a small rented flat in North Brooklyn, and every night when you arrived Mrs. Ferris would come over to say good night to you, although you knew that she just wanted to check that you didn't have a companion, as the rental contract forbade it.

"Good evening, Mrs. Ferris," you said as you walked up the stairs to the first floor. "Have a nice evening."

After having said your farewell, as always, you went into the house and prepared to open the window of the living room, just to listen to the atmosphere of the neighbourhood and to discover that you were not alone in that place. The radio news had finished and a Harry James song "I've Heard That Song Before" began to play, a song that made you think of Bucky and that at that very moment he would be dancing with Connie or Bonnie, or maybe both. You couldn't blame him for anything, in the first place he didn't know your feelings, and secondly first thing tomorrow morning he would be going off on the most dangerous adventure of his life, surely if you were in his position you would have done the same.

You stood silently by the window frame, listening to the sweet melody coming from the radio and contemplating all the windows lit in the buildings opposite. It took you longer than usual to realize that someone on the pavement, just below your window, was calling your attention, because you were transfixed by the Brooklyn night.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bucky?" The tone of surprise came in your words, but it was so faint that I probably wouldn't have heard you.

Bucky pointed to the front door of the building, emphasizing that he wanted you to let him in. You shook your head quickly, it was impossible for Bucky to get up to your house without Mrs. Ferris noticing. Your friend made a nagging gesture, but quickly indicated that you should go down to the street, where he was. With a charming smile he waited for your answer, and you no doubt pleased him by coming down quickly.

"I hope you're not late, Miss Y/S/N," Mrs. Ferris quickly opened the door. "And if you do, take off your shoes to go up the stairs."

"Of course, Mrs. Ferris, enjoy the evening."

With a little chuckle you opened the front door of the building and found Sergeant Barnes waiting for you at the entrance.

"What are you doing here?" you said with a scowl. "I thought you were in some bar in Queens dancing until dawn before a ship takes you to England."

"Well, let's say Steve has left and it's my turn to take care of the two ladies," he said, taking off his cap.

"Can't Sergeant Barnes handle two ladies?" Your mischief came out, if Mrs. Ferris had heard such a comment she would have kicked you to the curb, but Bucky was used to it.

Bucky did not respond, he just smiled and put his cap back on completing his uniform again.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" you asked when you realized that the conversation was limited.

"Please," he said, raising his hand to get you started.

You knew that neighbourhood perfectly, you had lived there since you moved to New York, and you had walked those streets day after day. As if you were taking an exam, you were trying to answer the question: Why did Bucky suddenly appear that night? Maybe it was true, Steve had left and didn't want to be with two young ladies. "Really?" you thought to yourself, it was James Barnes, he would have been thrilled with that situation.

"Have you received the answer to the relocation request today?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Not yet," you said with regret in your voice. "I hope to receive it next week, I wouldn't like to stay another month in New York.

The lampposts opened past you on your night out, there was practically no one there except those groups of young people who were returning to their homes.

"You're looking forward to going to the frontline," he said, placing his hands behind him and looking ahead.

"Aren’t you?" you smiled melancholyly, staring at him. "It's not me who's leaving tomorrow."

Bucky kept walking as he looked straight ahead.

"You know," you started. "Maybe it's stupid, but I feel like my work here is useless. I became a nurse three years ago to escape that Missouri town and see the world, and I enlisted in the army nursing corps to serve my country and do something worthwhile in my life. But I've been doing medical examinations on soldiers and giving injections for three years.”

You did not know at what moment you stopped, but you were in the middle of an alleyway illuminated only by a pair of street lights. Bucky was watching you carefully as you let your thoughts flow.

"Practically everyone I know is struggling somewhere in the remote world, and I feel like I'm stuck and can't do anything to help," your mind went fast as your hands tried to express how you felt. "And tomorrow you're going thousands of miles away too and I'll still be here, getting up like I do every morning and giving medical check-ups to people who may not be with us for months.”

Your eyes became watery as you spoke. Finally you looked up from the floor and discovered that Bucky was looking serious as he listened to you, his expression made you nervous.

"I know, it's stupid," you quickly wiped away the tear that was going to fall down your throat by looking away and biting your tongue hard.

"No," Bucky denied with his face removing his cap. "Nothing you just said is stupid."

At the time you were a little embarrassed to have exposed how you felt, but your companion's reaction made you realise that he had hidden feelings too, and was not very likely to expose them either. Bucky raised his hand slowly, as if afraid of scaring you, and stroked your cheek. His caress made you shudder; it was so delicate that you closed your eyes to enjoy the time it lasted.

"You're looking forward to war," he whispered, staring into your eyes. "And I'm wishing you wouldn't."

You felt those words inside you too, they were a clear reflection of what you wanted, you didn't want him to go to the front tomorrow either.

"I'd kiss you right now," he whispered, focusing his gaze on your lips.

"Do it."

As if it were an order from a superior, Bucky accepted it and quickly shortened the distance between your lips. You had wanted to live that moment so many times and now it was happening, a few hours before his departure, and that was reflected in the need for that kiss. Your lips were opening up to each other, causing a more agitated breathing. It did not matter to you if someone was passing by or a curious person was watching through a window, it was your moment.

It was not until you parted that you discovered the fear you both felt within yourselves, the fear of not seeing each other again, and this was present in the kisses you gave each other until dawn.

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thelucyaddams · 4 years

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You're very sweet, princess

Azula x fem reader

(Y/N) only wanted to spend some time on the beach and relax. That was only until she noticed a strange group of teenagers playing volleyball. One of the girls caught her eye and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the time they spend together.

It was a very hot but beautiful day on Ember Island. It was perfect for some relaxing time on the beach.

(Y/N) isn't the only one to think that since the whole beach was crowded.

The firebender sat on her towel sunbathing and watching the people around her. There were many families according to the children that were running around or building castles made of sand.

Some teenagers sat together in a group or played some games. Just like the ones that were playing a game of volleyball nearby.

(Y/N) watched them playing for a second and soon found herself quite interested in the match.

To be more specific it was the one team that caught her interest.

Three girls and a boy were playing like they were professionals. Really they were that skilled and totally crushed the other team.

Especially one of the girls seemed to be pretty strong. Her dark hair was styled into a top-knot that was decorated with some firenation headpiece. Only her bangs on either side of her face were free from the bun. The headpiece told (Y/N) that this girl like her companions must be noble or at least her family must be wealthy.

(Y/N) looked up and down her body and decided that she was very stunning. Even with that determined and kinda scary look on her face. Or especially because of that look. (Y/N) wasn't quite sure.

Suddenly the volleyball landed right in front of her and (Y/N) blinked a little confused for a second before she realized what happened.

She looked up only to see the beautiful girl coming her way. Out of all the players it was her who came after the ball!

(Y/N) swallowed before she stood up and picked up the ball to hand it back to the girl.

Her hands trembled a little which she hoped the girl wouldn't notice.

Golden eyes pierced their way right through her. It made (Y/N) nervous.

"Girl, would you hand me the ball now or are you looking for trouble?", the girl said in a serious and slightly annoyed voice.

(Y/N) blinked again only to realize she was standing right in front of the dark haired girl with the ball in her hands without moving any further. Embarrassing...

"Oh no, no, here...", (Y/N) stuttered and handed the ball to the other girl.

The girl only rolled her eyes pulled the ball out of (Y/N)'s hands and turned around to go back to the others without saying 'thank you' or anything else.

"Wait!", the nervous firebender managed to say.

The dark haired girl actually stopped walking and turned her head around a little to look back at (Y/N) over her shoulder.

"I watched you playing for a bit... You're really really good! I like your style... Crush them for me would ya?", (Y/N) managed to say.

The other girl raised an eyebrow but smirked kinda proud.

"Please, tell me something I don't know.", she replied and sighed with emphasis, "If you really want to see how I crush my enemies for my own interests you should come over and watch from the sides.", she added again putting emphasis on her words.

Especially when she said 'for my own interests'.

(Y/N) smiled about the quite unusual invitation which she accepted.

"Why not. Watching you up close will be much better."

The dark haired girl smirked even brighter before finally walking back to the other players followed by (Y/N).

The firebender watched in awe as the girl made her words come true and actually defeated her 'enemies'.

People might say her little speech at the end was a little... exaggerated and crazy. Not for (Y/N) though. She kinda liked it and admired the girls passion.

"Liked what you saw?", the dark haired girl asked out of the blue and gazed back at (Y/N).

"Definitely, I'm curious what you can do in a fight.", (Y/N) answered.

"Careful with those words when you're talking to Azula. It might be your last day on earth.", one of her teammates said.

It was a girl with black hair, dark eyes and a very gloomy expression.

"Don't listen to Mai! I appreciate your interest in my skills. I think I can show you one or two moves.", the girl named Azula said.

"It's so good to meet new people. What's your name? I'm Ty Lee!", the brunette among the group said.

Her expression was the complete opposite of Mai. She seemed to be very excited and happy but also energetic.

Then there still was the young boy. He had a scar around his left eye which was obviously caused by fire.

"The name's (Y/N). Nice to meet you all."

"Well, (Y/N) and you girls are very welcome at our party tonight.", two boys that walked up to them said all of the sudden.

"The place is just up the hill. You can't miss it. My name is Chan by the way and this is my friend Ruon-Jian."

"Oooh a party! We should totally go!", Ty Lee exclaimed excitedly.

"I go when (Y/N) 's going.", Azula said.

The firebender blushed slightly.

"I guess a party doesn't sound too bad.", she accepted the invitation sheepishly.

"Brilliant. It's decided then. We'll come.", Azula spoke for all of them.

"Hey, what about me?", Zuko protested.

His sister rolled her eyes.

"You're obviously with us, dum-dum.", she said.

"Yeah, alright. Meet us right after sunset.", was all Chan said before leaving them.

"So what was your name again?", (Y/N) asked the boy.

"Just call me Zuko."

"Or Zuzu.", Azula teased him earning a glare by her brother.

(Y/N) chuckled.

"Alright, guess I'll meet you later.", the firebender said waving them good bye.

"Yes, see you later, (Y/N)", Azula mumbled her possessive gaze never leaving the girl until she was out of sight.

The princess sighed.

"Come on, let's prepare for that party.", Azula said and started walking away followed by the others.

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Slightly annoyed and even jealous Azula watched Ty Lee who was surrounded by all those boys while she was standing here alone without any attention.

That was only until a sweet voice spoke up next to her.

"Sorry, I'm late but I hope you're still up to enjoy this party."

Azula turned her head and got a very strange feeling in her guts when she saw (Y/N).

"That's why I'm here am I not?", Azula replied unusually nervous.

Her eyes went up and down (Y/N)'s body and took every bit of her skin that was visible. She looked truly stunning in that traditional firenation gown.

(Y/N) blushed when she took notice of Azulas gaze especially when it stayed on her trace of an abs.

"Well, you looked a little lost over here.", the firebender replied sheepishly only to earn a slight scoff by Azula.

"You don't really know me yet so I should tell you that I never get lost.", Azula answered arrogantly, "But I guess I could use the company and since you're here now... Tell me about yourself."

"Oh well, I'm a firebender I guess. My father is an admiral in the army. He is leading the fleet called 'The Dragon'. One of those elite spy units..."

"Admiral Huan, I see. Means you're from Fire Fountain City but as soon as your father got promoted you got a nice house in the capital."

(Y/N) was taken aback by how much Azula knew.

"How..."

"I guess I know a lot about the war especially about the men that fight for our nation. What about you? Did you join the army?"

"No, I really want to but father wouldn't let me. Not after what happened to my brother... Not after we lost him and mother... She never supported the war. It was a forced marriage so at some point when father wasn't home she left.. She just left us alone."

Azula didn't speak for a second. She was surprised by how easily (Y/N) opened up to her. Also she got this strange feeling in her stomach again when she realized their similarity. They both lost theirs mother's.

(Y/N) shock her head.

"But enough about it. We're at a party let's grab a drink and maybe we could dance for a bit?", the firebender tried to change the topic.

Azula only nodded.

So that's what they did. Trying some of the drinks. The fire cocktail definitely had something to like it. They also danced. Both of them had a hard time to relax and enjoy the music at first but after a while they both made fun of it and managed to move less stiff.

Zuko and Mai watched in surprise from afar when they saw Azula actually having fun and looking less scary for a bit.

Ty Lee on the other hand smiled. She was happy for her friend to enjoy herself instead of thinking about war and how to torture other people.

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(Y/N) gazed up at the sky watching the stars while the little campfire in front of her warmed her body. But it wasn't just the fire that provided her warmth. It was the girl next to her as well.

Azula and (Y/N) were the last ones to enjoy the night. Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee already left.

After what happened at the party they just wanted to have some quiet moment.

Azula had opened up about her mom a little. (Y/N) felt nothing but sympathy for the girl. She knew to well how it was to lose your mother.

But when Azula confessed that her mom thought she was a monster (Y/N) felt nothing but anger. Even though they had just met this afternoon she felt like Azula was misjudged.

She couldn't see anything in her that would make her a monster. Even if she had some characteristics that made her... different it doesn't mean she was bad. No, she was just human just like anyone else.

"Would you still like to join the war?", Azula asked out of the blue.

(Y/N) shoot her a slightly confused look before answering.

"Yes, I guess. But father..."

"Oh believe me I have my ways to ensure you can join me in the fightings. In fact there's no one else that can make it happen. Your father won't have a choice but to let you go.", Azula explained.

"If that's so... then I'd love to join you."

"Brilliant. You and I we will rule the whole world and bring our nation to victory together!"

(Y/N) chuckled and leaned towards Azula a little to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Azula looked completely taken aback and tried to hide the blush that appeared on her face.

"You're very sweet, princess.", the firebender whispered.

It took the princess aback even more.

"You know?"

"Well, a boy with that scar... His name's Zuko and his sister is called Azula. You know a lot about war and are utterly talented and you definitely aren't normal... Too many hints.", (Y/N) explained.

Azula smirked.

"Well, look at that she's not only beautiful but also clever... I like that.", the princess whispered getting her courage back.

"You know what I would like?"

Azula raised an eyebrow but closed her eyes when the firebender gave her another kiss. But this time on the lips.

Oh yes, they'd definitely rule the world together.

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littlebitoffanfic · 4 years

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Celebration - part 2

Fandom: The Collector Character: Asa Emory/the collector Relationship: Asa/reader Request: can I put a request in for part 2 of the collector with smut at the cabin. Maybe a bit of domination on the collectors part?

Part 1

The drive up was pretty uneventful, considering the cargo in the back of the car. You were very carful, always using your indicators and making sure you were keeping to the speed limit so that no one had reason to pull you over. Asa had pulled on black gloves, covering his bandaged hands.

He was quiet the majority of the way up, his attention drifting between the roads and the window. You wondered what was going on within his mind, but decided that he probably wanted to keep his thoughts to himself for now. Despite the silence, it was nice. and you made good time, arriving in the town near the cabin before nightfall. You stopped at a shop, grabbing some groceries for the cabin. Asa stayed in the car, but you knew him well enough to know what sort of items he stocks in his own kitchen. You also grabbed some nice wine. The groceries went in the back seat and the journey continued. Asa guided you out the town, along a long country road which was surrounded by tall trees, the sunset only just poking through the branches. A few turns and up a dirt road, you couldn’t help but hold your breath as you saw a cabin at the end of the road. In the sunset, it looked like paradise. Small, but quaint. Pulling up, Asa was the first out, stretching his legs. You grabbed the groceries and followed Asa as he walked up to the large wooden door. Asa pulled out his keys and unlocked it. The front door led into a living room, with two couches and fire place. A radio sat on a unit in the corner, with a bookshelf beside it lined with shabby looking books. you felt Asa pushing you gently, encouraging you to step inside. "Its not much -" Asa was about to give excuses, apparently expecting you to think it was bad. "Its perfect." you interrupted before he could finish as you entered. "It must be so peaceful out here. Could we go for a walk in the morning?" You place the bag on the ground to look out the window at the surrounding forest. Asa paused, taken back by your excitement. In truth, he was deeply burdened with thoughts of doubt. His father, if he saw this cabin, would roll his eyes at Asa, making snide remarks. And yet, you were so excited and happy to be here, as if it were better than any luxury vacation. Asa was pulled back to reality when you appeared in front of him, worry in your eyes. "Asa? You okay?" you reach out, placing a hand on his chest. His eyes were glazed over, deep in thought, before focusing on you.

"Sorry, my dear. A walk sounds perfect, weather permitted." he watched your face light up with his reply. He found himself surprised as the term of endearment left his lips so easily. And how much it seemed to mean to you when he did. Asa didn’t consider himself an affectionate person in any sense of the term. He was cold and distant, proved by the lack of any kind of relationship before you (and the whole killing thing). And yet, you were so warm and affectionate that he though it was some kind of an act to begin with. But now he finds that he returns it. Not with the same amount of affection or bubbliness you do, but in his own way.

Pulling in all the bags, you knew it would take both of you to move the trunk and you really wanted to save Asa's hands as much as possible. The cargo seemed to have lost all his energy, until you pulled him out the back of the boot, dropping the box on the floor. You both carried it inside the house.

"Where do we put him?" You asked, trying not to let the stain be too obvious in your voice. Asa just chuckled, showing no weakness with the heavy load. "Down in the basement." He nodded to a door under the stairs. Placing the box on the floor, you walked over, noting the dead lock on the door. Looking back to asa, you saw he held out a key to you. Grabbing it, you unlocked the door and used your bag to keep the door from swinging shut. Inside, you found a light switch just before a set of wooden stairs that lead down into more darkness. The light switch only seemed to be for the stairs, because when you flicked it, only 2 lights came on above the stairs. You decided you’d rather go down with Asa than go exploring down there on your own. Picking up your side of the box, Asa went down the stairs backwards while you followed. "Carful." the word slipped past your lips before you could stop them. Asa smirked, shaking his head at your worry. The basement was rather ordinary. a large wooden table sat in the centre, with shelves on opposite walls with tool scattered on them. You didn't know what you had been expecting, but this was his holiday home, so you understood that he wouldn't want to invest too much here in case someone broke in. “Where?” You asked, nodding to the box that kept moving.

“In there.” Asa nodded to a corner. Following his indication, you saw a wire cage, only about big enough for the box you were carrying. The top was open already, so it was a case of just lifting and dropping in the box with Arkin in. Asa pulled the top down, using a padlock to secure it tightly. Arkin wouldn’t be able to open the lid of the red box to get out. And even if he did, he would then have to get out of the metal cage. Yet you wanted to make sure. “You got anymore padlocks?” You asked, and he pointed to the shelves. You saw 3 sitting with keys in them on the bottom shelf. grabbing them, you quickly added another lock to the box then one to the outside just for safe measure. Asa smirked as he guided you out of the basement. You cooked a meal with Asa’s help which consisted of him adding wine to everything before you sat down for a lovely candle lit dinner in the kitchen. The rest of the evening was spent mulling between the porch with a glass of wine and the living room with the fire going. When you both eventually stumbled up stairs, you had had too much wine as had Asa. Although he would have never admitted it. You both fell asleep as soon as your heads hit the soft pillows.

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Walking down the stairs, your knees nearly went weak when you saw him. Asa had dawned his mask, pulling on his leather gloves. Arkin already knew his identity, so there was no point hiding it any more, but you had a feeling that it was more phycological than that. There was something about him like this that drove you mad. You could never put your finger on why this mask had such an effect on you. After breakfast and a morning stroll, Asa had nodded to the basement. You slipped upstairs to change into some clothes you didn’t mind getting dirty, but Asa was already ready, only having to put on his mask and gloves. Biting your lower lip, you tried to keep your mind straight as you came to the bottom of the stairs. Asa glanced to you before offering you another pair of gloves. Taking them, you paused. It wasn’t that Asa kept you and his collector persona apart, but you barley ever got close enough to him in his mask. And you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Placing the gloves on a side table, you closed the distance between you and Asa.

He had been preoccupied with pulling his glove on. He barely managed a ‘what’ as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Stunned, Asa stood there for a moment before melting in the kiss with a groan. Perhaps it was because of what was planned, or maybe because you had kissed him with the mask on, but Asa felt a rush of lust for you.

The rough material of the black mask was cold and scratched at your skin, yet you had to press against it to get to his lips. Asa growled into the kiss as his persona seemed to take over. he grabbed your wrists and you were slammed against the wall, your hands pinned above your head. Sure, Asa was more dominate, but this was different. He controlled the kiss, leaving you whimpering against his lips as he ground against you. You didn’t fight him, allowing him to keep you under his control. He moved your wrists together so he could use one hand to hold them in place while his other slipped down your arm to your shoulder and then your neck. You whole body trembled at the touch, moaning as his large hand gripped the side of your neck but not putting enough pressure to restrict air flow. He pulled away and you were panting a little from the kiss. Asa loved the sight. Your cheeks red, lips wet and your eyes begging him for more. Oh, if only he had known about this sooner. A smirk pulled at his lips, ideas flooding his head as he saw your tongue dark out to lick your lips. “We have work to do.” Asa’s voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned into your ear, his breath sending chills down your spin. You whined, squirming for the first time and earning a chuckle. “Be a good… assistant, and we can continue this later.” His voice sent chills down your spin as you nodded and his hand fell away from your throat. You followed him down to the basement, but your mind never truly left that kiss.

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To say you were a good assistant would be an understatement. Asa loved how you followed him round, eager to learn and even more to please. He complimented your knife skills, but made sure to show you how to really do it. Within 2 hours, the task was done. Arkin was dead, his body now in various pieces which could be scattered around the woods before you left tomorrow. Asa assured you that the bears and wolfs would make short work of the parts, and they were too small for hunters to think they were more than animal scraps. Yet Asa found himself more excited for the aftermath of the kill rather than enjoying himself fully. He went into he basement hard from your make out session, and every time he thought he was managed to push away that lust, you would look at him for approval and bite your lower lip, or rub your ass against his groin as he stood behind you to show you what to do. The only thing that kept him sane was that you were suffering too. And he loved it. As you pulled off your gloves and the apron you wore, discarding them on work bench for now before turning to Asa expectantly. “Go upstairs and strip.” He ordered, and you shot up the stairs. Asa only remained to toss your gloves and apron in a bag before he followed you. It took all his restraint not to jog up the stairs, instead ascending them quietly. His heart was racing and his hands shaking slightly. He had always thought nothing could compare to the thrill of the chase and the kill, yet you now rivalled that more and more each day. He paused outside the room for a moment, before entering. It was dark outside, and you had put on the side light in the bedroom which was something Asa was thankful for. He didn’t want to do this in the light of the moon. No, he wanted to see everything. You were pulling off your top, leaving you in your underwear as he enters. “I told you to strip.” Asa stalked up to you, and you quickly understood why someone would find him intimidating in his Collector outfit. Instead, it set a rush of lust through your veins. “I am.” You winked as you unclasped your bra and threw it to the side before pulling off your underwear. “what you going to do? punish me for being too slow?” You saw Asa’s eye twitch as the smirk pulled at his lips. He didn’t say anything as he bent you over the bed, you ass in the air. He didn’t have to. The leather of his glove collided with your cheek, earning a loud gasp from your lips. “One.” You said, not even thinking as you bit down on your lip. A chuckle from Asa seemed to confirm you had done the right thing before another slap left your ass stinging. “two.” Again, you counted for him, never flinching. He carried on, going up to 20 before he seemed satisfied with the redness of your skin. His hand rubbed the sensitive skin, making it sting a little more with the contact before slipping between your legs. The texture was new as he rubbed at your entrance before slipping inside you easily. Another chuckle before Asa’s lips as he pulled his gloved finger out completely to see it covered in your wetness. “Oh, there is so much I want to do to you.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “But, for now, lets start with the basics.” “Please.” You mewled, unsure what you were begging for. “Hands.” He pulled back and demanded. He pressed one of his hands on your neck and pushed your head down onto the bed. understanding, you moved your hands from supporting you on the bed to behind your back. The moment they were together, you felt rope being tied round them. He didn’t bind you tightly, despite the fact you knew he could if he wanted. In fact, you suspected you could slip your hands out of the restraints in you needed to. But that wasn’t the point of this. He wanted your obedient willingly. You were then pulled back from the bed by your hair.

“On your knees.” He accompanied this command with another tug of your hair downwards. Asa stepped in front of you and sat on the edge of the bed as you knelt in front of him. Your eyes fell to his crotch. You could see how hard he was and as he undid his trousers to free himself, you couldn’t help but crawl a little closer. He smirked, happy with your eagerness. You didn’t need to be told what he wanted. Asa leaned back, both his hands on the bed. If you had had your hands, you would have probably teased him a little bit, but you didn’t. Leaning forward, you licked up the shaft of his cock, before taking the tip in your mouth and sucking. His gloved hands entwined with your hair, forcing you to take more in your mouth. But you quickly set a steady pace for him, moaning around his cock as you looked up with him. Asa mouth parts, taking shuddering breaths as he looks down at you. Willingly bound, naked, looking up at him with his cock was in your mouth and his hand in your hair. It was far more than Asa thought he deserved, yet he wouldn’t run from this chance. He was lucky enough to have you willing to share a bed with him normally. This added aspect set his blood racing. As you moaned around his cock, he found himself getting far to lost in the moment that for a second, he feared he might finish before the main event. his grip in your hair tightened and then pulled you off him. you gasped for air, the spit dripping down your chin as you looked up at him. He wished he could keep a picture of that moment. “Stand up.” He commanded, and you obliged immediately, managing to get to your feet with your arms bound without much issues. he puts his feet between your own, knocking both your feet in a silent command to spread them further apart. When you do so, he stands. His gloved hand trails up your inner thigh as he does so. You found yourself letting out a whine as he paused only an inch from your entrance. You look at him, seeing his dark eyes dancing with amusement and lust as he finally closes the distance. after a few rubs of the slit, he pushed a finger into you with ease as you buckle down a little and a moan leaves your lips. He adds another finger, curling them inside you in the most pleasurable way that make you nearly collapse from it. Because of this gloves, his fingers felt so much more thicker, yet were cold. This was certainly something you never thought you would enjoy as much as you were. Asa retracted his fingers and you whines, looking at him with a pout. His eyes bore into your own, his gaze more intense than you had ever seen before. He lifted his finger to your mouth, and you immediately parted your lips so he could put them inside. You tasted yourself on the gloves, licking the material while keeping eye contact with Asa. When he pulls his fingers out, his hand slides down

“Bend over.” His command was sharp as he disappeared behind you. “Again?” You smirked glancing back at him. the cold slap to your already red skin made you jump and move to bend over the bed again. Asa wanted to play with you so much more, but he was finding the lust too much to cope with right now. Oh, but he had such plans for you. As he took his position behind you, he thought of all the toys he could buy. Canes, vibrators, belt, perhaps even pegs. There was no need to buy restraints. He had that area pretty well covered. Although as he looked at the rope on your wrists, he saw they were growing red. Maybe satin, or ribbon would do a better job. Besides, you were willingly allowing him this freedom over your body. The mere idea of having you as his sub made his cock ache with need, and he wasn’t in the mood to tease any longer. It was hard enough while down in the basement after that kiss. Asa places a hand on your lower back as his other guides his cock to your slit. He rubbed your entrance, coating the tip of his member in your juice before pushing inside with ease. As he buried himself fully inside you, you let out a broken moan. He loved it. the growl that escaped his own lips was unexpected. Asa always tried to keep quiet, fearing any noises he made were a sign of weakness. But when you moaned in response buckling back on him, he found it harder and harder to control. He set a quick pace, his hips snapping against your own as you buried your face in the bed to hopes of stifling your moans.

A hand locked in your hair and your head was pulled back so your back arched. Letting a yelp which quickly turned into more moans. You understood. He always did try to make you moan, something with normally involved him finding a different angle or snapping his hips harder. Ones he seemed satisfied that you got the message, his hand left your hair. Glancing back, you saw his gaze was on where you were both joined. His mouth was hanging open and his hands were on your hips. He was still in his clothes. The black mask, leather gloves, the black sweater and trousers. You loved it. you felt the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust, your orgasm approaching like a train. You couldn’t think of anything else other than the man behind you and the pleasure he was giving you. the rope dug into your skin, the cold air causing the skin on your rear to burn and the fingers digging into your side only seemed to heighten the pleasure you felt as you struggled to take breath from moans.

“Please!” You moan, throwing your head back as you feel your climax building and building. “What?” Asa pants, slapping your ass when you didn’t reply immediately. “Please let me cum, sir.” You moaned, unable to stop the lewd words leaving your lips as you found yourself a slave to the pleasure he was giving you. “Now!” He growled through his teeth. It was the last command you needed to send you off the edge in a whirlwind of pleasure. Your eyes went blury for a moment as you felt your body shake with the pleasure that shot through your veins like fire. You moaned his name as Asa’s hands gripped your hips so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. He was unable to delay his own orgasm as he spilled himself inside you. Your body was almost numb to any other feeling that your own pleasure. And the first thing you did feel was the binds around your wrist fall away and Asa pulled out of you. It took you a moment to move because you were unsure if your arms would hold you up yet. Asa only had to tuck himself away and he was done, yet you need a few moments to pull yourself together. But when you did, you turned to Asa and found him staring at you. He looked unsure of your next move, like he was preparing for you to strike him or belittle him. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulder so you could undo his mask. As you pulled it away, you kissed his lips and pulled back. Asa let out a shuddering breath as he hunched into himself for a moment before wrapping his arms around you kissing you deeply. When he pulled back, you saw whatever doubt in his mind had been banished as he composed himself and pulled off his gloves. You put out your hand for them and he lays them on your palm for you to put over on the table. “Thank you, sir.” You wink, seeing that spark of mischief you loved so much in his eyes return. You grabbed a nightgown and went to the bathroom to clean up. Asa seemed to prefer to be left alone for a moment after sex, mainly so he could change. When you came back into the room, he had pulled on some pj bottoms and a top, never sleeping nude even in the summer heat. He had pulled back the sheet of the bed, but waited for you to get in first. You crawled into bed and Asa joins you. Instantly you cuddle into his chest as he lies back. You couldn’t explain how right it felt to be in his arms like this. Or how it seemed you both just slotted into each others lives. But the words that flooded your brain were not ones you wanted to hide right now. “I love you, Asa.” You smile, running your hand up his chest. “i- uh-“ Asa splutters over his word, making you sit up on your arm. “Asa-“ You cut him off. “I told you because its how I feel. Its okay if you don’t feel the same way or cant say it now.” You smile as he relaxes, and you put your head on his chest. His fingers come up to intertwine with your hair and massage your scalp in a soothing way. “I do. you know that, right?” He speaks just above a whisper, as if scared someone might hear. “I know.” You smile and glance up at him. Leaning up, you kiss him quickly before leaning across him to turn off the side light and cuddle down for your last night in the cabin.

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When you awoke in the early hours of the morning, everything was sore. but not painful. It felt like when you sleep long and deeply and your whole body ache when you first move. Rolling to your side, you find the bed empty which wasn't surprising. Asa was an early riser, and allowed you to sleep while he got up. Some part of you wondered if he was scared. Would he feel too vulnerable to have you wake by his side? Too domesticated? You sat up, stretching your body before attempting to get up. You were pretty sure your legs would give in if you just rolled out of bed.

It could only be about 6 or 7am, judging by the rising sun through the trees.

Reaching to Asa's side of the bed, the covers were still slightly warm, so you weren't far behind him.

Swinging your legs out of the bed, you slipped on your slippers. As you stood, you felt a small ache in your hips, but it was gone as you stood straight and stretched your back properly. Pulling on a cardigan, you shuffle to the door.

Descending the stairs, you felt a small breeze pass through the cabin. Your eyes immediately found the front door open slightly, and you could see Asa was sitting on the porch stairs. You paused, before leaving him and creeping to the kitchen. Boiling the kettle, you poured him a black coffee and your own drink before taking both mugs back to the door. Asa hadn’t heard you until you used your foot to open the door fully so you could step out.

If Arkin had still be around, he probably would have been more defensive, but he was more relaxed as he glances at you. You smile and offer him the cup, which he takes with a nod. As he turns back, you sit beside him, sipping your drink.

Despite the calm atmosphere, the woods were bursting with life. A breeze ran through the trees, ruffling the leaves and swaying small branches. Birds sang from high in the trees. It really was lovely to just sit and watch.

leaning against Asa's arm, you rested your head on his shoulder. you felt Asa glance to you, his gaze lingering for a moment before turning back and taking a sip of his coffee. For a while, you both stayed like this, simply enjoying the morning air. Asa was deep in thought, and you didn't press him. the cups were empty beside you, and you were beginning to think you should go get ready for the day. it was Sunday, so you would be going home today. As you planned how to pack things, Asa cleared his throat. "I want to rebuilt my collection." He said with conviction, a definite decision he had made. But you found it strange that he said this, because you had always assumed he would rebuild it. "Okay. If you need anything, let me know." You smiled, sitting up straight. Asa stared at the forest for a moment. he seemed so intense, as if battling an inner demon. then, in the space of a second, his eyes softened, his jaw was less tense and his forehead was no longer furrowed

"I want you to join me." He spoke with a foreign softness in his voice. it was almost as if a realisation had washed over him. "i want to rebuild my collection with you." His words were not lost on you, nor was the importance. Did he truly trust you enough to want you to be apart of the collectors world? sure, he had shown you things and you had helped with Arkin. but Arkin was a danger who had to be dealt with right away, and Asa didn’t have the dexterity in his hands. Asa refused to look at you, and you saw a glimpse at the scared man who was now terrified you would reject him.

There was more to his request. this wasn't just about helping him rebuild his collection, this was almost like a proposal. because if you started helping him, there was no backing out. You would be bound to each other by the blood of victims. But you could think of nothing better. You leaned across and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'd love to." You smile as he look at you. a smile pulls at his lips. not a smirk, but an actual smile.

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Team Dark: A Holiday Special

Chapter One: Omega

Two | Three

Word count: about 5800 words

WARNING: this chapter contains entomophagy (eating insects)

Author's Note: I'm finally back! Sorry to make you all wait so long, but I really wanted to get this project out by December, so...here it is. I hope you all enjoy! (Also, apologies in advance for any bad formatting: Tumblr is being very uncooperative right now.)

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It was, officially, a ‘lazy day’.

Team Dark was spending time at home, resting after the holiday frenzy of yesterday. Rouge had suddenly realized that they hadn’t decorated yet and that they all still needed to come up with present ideas for Team Sonic, so she and Shadow had spent the entire time in a sort of constant state of panic. Omega tried his best to help them, intermixed with a lot of gloating about his perfect memory and how he’d remembered to get a gift already.

He’d gotten punched halfway across the room for that one.

Now, a certain striped hedgehog was relaxing in his room, reading a book quietly. Until (of course) the peaceful silence was shattered by a loud blaring noise that sent him racing out the door and halfway down the stairs to their common area. Rouge was standing in the middle of the room, and shouted out to him, “Shadow! Come down here, I’m calling a group meeting!” Shadow winced and massaged one of his ears, his quills relaxing from their startled position as he walked over and sat down on the couch. He glowered at Rouge, who stood in front of him with the ‘team meeting airhorn’ still in hand. Despite his stare, she was still poised to blast again if Omega didn’t show up soon. Thankfully for Shadow’s hearing, Omega appeared quickly, albeit with much complaining about being dragged away from his targeting system calibrations. “Alright, Rouge, what’s all this about?” the hedgehog sighed, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. She smiled cautiously at the two of them. “Before I say anything, I want you guys to know that this offer is optional. If it’s too much for you, you don’t have to say yes.” Omega spun one of his hands around, making a slight whirring noise. “Please continue.” Rouge sat down on one end of the aforementioned couch, sinking into the cushions with a sigh. “Okay. Let’s see. I haven’t...ever talked to you guys about my family before, have I?” “I do not recall you initiating any such conversation.” Omega answered, at the same time as Shadow replied, “No….?” “Well. Considering everything...I kind of figured it’s about time I told you all my story.” She smiled again, but it was a little bittersweet. Shadow inched closer, caution sparking in his eyes. “Where to start...I mean, I have a mom, two sisters, a stepsister, a stepbrother, and a stepmom. And a dad too, I guess?” “You guess?” Omega asked skeptically, before being shot a fierce ‘no questions‘ look by Shadow. “It’s alright, hon.” Rouge said, putting a hand on the hedgehog’s shoulder. “I guess I should really start at the beginning.” “My dad was a cat and my mom is a bat- obviously, hah. My two officially related sisters are twins, three years younger than me. Right before they were born, though...my dad left. He took all the cash with him when he did. And, well. Left Mom with a barely-paid-for apartment and without a job. “We, uh. Heard later that he ran off with some lady from his job. Mom...didn’t take it too well.” Shadow’s eyes widened and Omega smacked a fist into one hand. “Rouge. Is your father, hypothetically, good at withstanding high-powered attacks from a hypothetical extremely destructive robot?” She snickered. “No, he’s not. But please don’t actually fight him, alright?” His hands crackling with chaos energy, Shadow hissed, “Rouge...I think I like his plan.” He bared his fangs as he spoke, looking furious. Rouge smiled gratefully at the both of them. “Thanks, guys, but he’s really not even worth your time. Let me keep going, okay?” Omega sat back, irritated at the lack of pulverizing Rouge’s father going on, and Shadow, reluctantly, allowed his chaos energy to dissipate. “Yeah, so he left, and that was a whole thing. Mom worked hard for us, but it just...wasn’t enough to make ends meet. I started my career of...relieving people of their fancy objects-” here she winked- “at the age of eleven to help out. Dropped out of school after eighth grade to start full-time thievery once I turned fourteen, and, yeah. I had to leave home, otherwise Mom and the twins would’ve been in real trouble. “I got busted after two whole years by the one and only Guardian Units of Nations- not a bad streak, if I do say so myself. Then, I started working for G.U.N. to pay my dues to society, and...you all know the rest after that. I still kept sending checks back to the family, though.” Shadow and Omega were both looking at her with unreadable expressions at this point. “I’ve stopped doing that now, actually, since Mom’s been with her girlfriend for like a year now. She’s dating this super sweet cardinal who gives her basically everything my dad never did- her name’s Camellia and she has two little kids from her last marriage. She’s been so good for Mom, honestly.

“I know it’s usually supposed to be this whole thing where the stepdaughter hates the stepmom, but that’s not for me. When I got the news, I was just like ‘Oh, so that’s why I’m pan’ - yeah, really- and now I’m cool with it. Plus, I’ve got two new little sibs, so it’s all fine.

“So...yeah. That’s my family.”

Shadow sat there in deep thought for a minute. “Your family sounds nice...I’m just sorry you had to go through all of that.” he said, when he finally spoke up.

“Yeah, they’re great- and it’s okay. I mean, if it wasn’t for all that, I never would’ve found you guys!” she said, looking much brighter now. “Now that you know about them, you wanna see some pictures?”

“Certainly.” Omega said, curious to see these people that Rouge cared for so deeply.

“Okay, so...these are my twin sisters, Midori and Neela.” she said, showing a social media post of two identical coffee-colored cats posing for a selfie. Even their fur markings were exactly the same, as well as the shade of their golden eyes. Despite the fact that they were felines, something about them looked an awful lot like Rouge. The shape of their faces, perhaps?

“And here’s Camellia and Mom.” A picture came up of a beaming, moderately curvy white bat and an equally overjoyed cardinal with their arms around each other in front of a beautiful sunset.

“This is Jade, my stepsister, she’s ten-” Rouge showed an image of a young goldfinch playing soccer, kicking the ball fiercely. “-and that’s Spark, my stepbrother.” A small cardinal with a grin as broad as his mother’s was swinging on a swing at a playground, his eyes bright with the excitement of childhood.

Shadow smiled, looking as though he were a mixture of genuine happiness and a little ever-present pain. “They all look wonderful, Rouge. I’m...honored...that you felt like you could show us this.”

“That wasn’t so bad, honestly- I’ve been wanting to figure out how to do that for a while.” the bat said. “This is going to be the hard part.”

Two pairs of eyes watched her expectantly.

She exhaled. “Every year...my family has this big, three-day Wintersweek party. And when I say big, I mean seven out of my mom’s nine siblings and their spouses and kids. Like, more than twenty guests big.”

Omega interrupted her there. “If your mother has nine siblings, why did none of them bother to help her when she needed them?”

Rouge looked at the floor, a little sad. “Four of them were in debt themselves, two live in crazy places around the world and didn’t really know, and...the other three tried to help. Mom refused to take more than she could pay back. They still helped do other stuff like watch us while Mom was working, though.”

“Understood. You may continue.” Omega replied, shifting into a slightly less confrontational pose.

“So. I always go to this party, except for those two years when I was on the run. This is going to be my third year back. And…

“I really, really, reallyreally want to introduce my family to my two best friends. You know, the ones who live with me and always have my back and mean the world to me.” she said, looking straight at Shadow and Omega. The former blushed a faint green at the praise, while the latter scoffed.

“Of course you wish to do so. Our excellence is unparalleled.”

Rouge smiled hopefully at them. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you guys, but...will you come to the party this year?”

Omega processed this for a minute. “How amenable is your family towards weapons of incredible destructive power being present in their home?”

“Well, see, about that….” Rouge muttered. “...you might have to empty your weapons cartridges before we go.”

“I am unsure if this is an acceptable outcome. I will respect your wishes to an extent, but I refuse to be without weaponry at my disposal.”

The bat thought for a moment. “...you can bring the flamethrower, but only if you put a PIN lock on it.”

“...”

Rouge stared him down. “There’s going to be kids there. Kids.”

“Accepted.” Omega said finally. His tone switched to a more triumphant note as he added, “I shall come and impress all of your relatives with my power.”

Shadow had reservations, too. “Won’t it be weird, having people who aren’t really your family there?”

“Shadow…” she said gently. “...you two are as close to me as my ‘real family’, and I want you to be there.”

Omega noted that Shadow was behaving in a manner that suggested he was ‘flustered’. He folded his arms tightly, lowered his head, and his mouth was pressed tightly into a line- an attempt to hide a smile. “...but won’t I take up too much space? An extra bed is more difficult to manage than an outlet.”

Rouge sighed sharply, becoming frustrated with his hesitance. “Mom has air mattresses up to her ears specifically for this, and she lives in Camellia’s house now, which has like ten bedrooms anyway. And you’re totally not going to be ‘a bother’ or anything, so don’t even say that. Mom basically screamed when she found out I was bringing people, and I mean that in a good way. She didn’t stop asking me questions for half an hour.”

“I…” Shadow said tentatively, close to giving in.

“If they’re ever too much for you, though, just feel free to hide in one of the back rooms. There’s plenty of places where you won’t be disturbed.”

The hedgehog sighed, but he didn’t look upset. “I suppose I can try, for you.”

“Yes!” Rouge shouted, kicking her legs before getting up and bouncing up and down. “Heck yeah! This is gonna be great!”

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Over the next week, they discussed the party numerous times, and Rouge spent a lot of time sitting in the middle of mountains of wrapping paper, packaging presents for her family. Omega and Shadow had tried to help her, but she’d insisted that they not worry about it. “It’s my family,” she had said, waving them away. “You being there is already more than enough. I’d never ask anything else of you.”

Shadow had still made cupcakes, though. Omega helped with the icing.

On the first day of the event, they set off early, making the several hours’ drive from Central City up to Rouge’s family’s house (north of Empire City) so that they’d arrive just before lunch. Thinking of Shadow, Rouge didn’t want him in particular to get caught up in the early (and supposedly quite intense) greetings that her family usually participated in. Omega resolved to turn his force output down just a little- he didn’t want to accidentally break someone’s hand instead of merely shaking it in introduction.

Of course, this all meant they had to endure a four-hour car ride together, involving lots of fights over what music was playing, several different long-distance driving games, and multiple threats to toss one another out the window while moving at 80 mph or more.

So, generally uneventful for them.

...

When they arrived at the family’s house, the E-series robot decreased his optic zoom to 85% just to take the entire place in. It was truly an enormous building, built from what appeared to be stone but on closer inspection was...actually stone. Unexpected, yet impressive.

Omega was mildly uncertain about the heating capabilities of such a house, but at least it was structurally sound. He would have to decide on its defensibility later.

“Wow.” Shadow muttered, his eyes wide. “I know you said it had ten bedrooms, but...wow.”

“I said I wasn’t messing around with you!” Rouge laughed brightly. “This place is crazy big.”

As soon as they opened the door and the bat stepped inside, the team was greeted by a loud shout of “Rouge!” from various delighted family members.

Her immediate family rushed over first, giving her lots of hugs (while her parents relieved Omega of the numerous presents she’d had him carry). Her stepbrother jumped up and down, asking, “Did you bring a present for me? Do I get one? Do I?”

Rouge smiled at him, picking the little cardinal up and giving him a hug. “Of course you do. There’s one right over there!” she said, pointing towards the giant pile of presents.

Rouge’s mother came rushing back over at that, greeting her daughter with a tight embrace. “Oh!” she exclaimed, noticing Omega and Shadow standing by the door. “Are these your friends, Rouge? Come on, introduce us!”

The younger bat grinned. “Alright, so this is my partner-in-crime and our resident edgy goth, Shadow,” she said, gesturing towards the hedgehog. He responded with a glower at Rouge for the latter remark and a polite “Nice to meet you.” to the family.

“And this is my personal palanquin (just kidding, just kidding) and awesome destroyer of enemies, Omega.”

“Greetings, Rouge’s relatives.” Omega said, turning his volume down to a level that Rouge had termed ‘inside voice’. First impressions and all that.

After making their way through many, many more greetings- which Omega recorded to play back for name storage later- the team were finally seated at one of the large couches in the living room. Rouge, being Rouge, began to chat cheerfully with a couple of her family members, describing her latest escapades with the other two team members as well as her general social life.

Shadow and Omega didn’t speak much at first, but the latter in particular soon began to interrupt her stories to point out multiple inaccuracies (mostly Rouge underplaying how utterly awesome he was). He found that he quite enjoyed talking about their various adventures, in fact.

However, the three quickly discovered that some of Rouge’s relatives had...misunderstood her stories.

One of the many aunts- whose name Omega had not yet stored- spoke up. “Rouge, I know you said you were bringing friends, but you don’t have to be shy with us, sweetie. Shadow here seems like a very thoughtful boyfriend.”

Chaos ensued. Rouge choked on her water and Omega had to pound her on the back to help her breathe again. Meanwhile, Shadow seemed to have reflexively assumed a defensive, curled-up position, yet Omega could still make out a faint glow of green from within the black and red ball.

“No!” the bat shouted, once she’d regained her breath. “No, no, we’re only friends, really!”

Her aunt seemed unconvinced, as did several other guests.

Shadow slowly uncurled, prepared to back Rouge up- though he seemed to have temporarily forgotten how to speak in his shock. His mouth moved silently, and he seemed to be having trouble stringing together a coherent sentence.

“I am not romantically involved with Rouge in any way.” he began slowly. “I assure you, she means the world to me, but in a platonic manner. I am grateful to have a friend like her, but that is all we are to each other.”

Several other relatives decided to weigh in on this.

“He seems like a very polite friend!”

“Rouge, even if you’re not together, you had better hang on to this one.”

“He certainly likes you, and that’s what’s important.”

“It’s alright if you aren’t dating, honey!” Rouge’s mom added. “Healthy platonic relationships are very important.”

The younger bat shook her head, covering her eyes with her hand. “Guys, please.” she groaned, before looking over at Shadow.

The hybrid appeared to be surreptitiously trying to get in touch with his hedgehog heritage and burrow underneath the cushions by this point. Rouge grinned at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him back out into the open. “Come on, don’t make him embarrassed! It’s only day one, guys!”

Shadow cringed at that. Omega, meanwhile, was most definitely not recording any of this and storing it safely in his blackmail folder. Not at all.

…

A little later on, after everyone had eaten lunch, Omega (being the strongest on the team, despite Shadow’s protests otherwise) hauled their suitcases upstairs with little trouble. Rouge had been too busy talking to come with him, and Shadow looked as though he’d buried himself in a pile of cushions and probably wouldn’t be moved without extreme force, so he’d gone up alone.

Looking around the small room, he...found it quite tolerable, honestly. Sunlight streamed in through two medium-sized windows, and there were several empty floating shelves on the walls for their things, as well as a linen closet. There were only two beds in the room, since Omega just required a…

Ah, there it was. A charging port.

The robot was actually more pleased than he expected with the amount of mock evergreen, poinsettias, and other such ornaments in the room, though. He wasn’t much one for artistic expression himself (preferring to express his thoughts via some choice language and a few well-aimed rockets), but his friends were more...appreciative of such things and would likely enjoy the decoration.

Bored with examining the room already, he put down the suitcases and began to explore the house, trying to figure out what the floor plan looked like. He walked through all of the different rooms, enjoying himself while examining all of the possible defensive vantage points and the most optimal attack areas.

Sure, fighting was his job, but who said he couldn’t enjoy contingency planning? Mapping out attacks on his place of residence and figuring out how to best repel invaders was one of his favorite pastimes (right up there with visiting the mall with his friends).

However, once he had planned out about five different strategies, he realized that an hour had gone by and that it was probably a good idea to go check up on said friends.

After he carefully made his way back downstairs- trying to walk in a way that didn’t shake the house was difficult- he saw Rouge still chatting with some of her cousins and looking very happy. Shadow was barely even visible, curled up in a dark corner and alternating between reading and listening to the conversation. Everyone honestly seemed to be enjoying themselves.

However, there was one jarring thing about this warm, familial scene that Omega noticed.

The little children.

They were everywhere. Climbing their parents like a jungle gym, interrupting conversations left and right, running around underfoot, and generally causing mayhem in their wake. While Omega highly appreciated their impressive ability to cause confusion and chaos, he suspected that most of the other people here did not. Multiple guests looked ready to break something, and the robot was fully aware that Rouge’s family did not share his opinions on wanton destruction.

So, he decided to do something about this.

“SMALL CHILDREN,” he shouted, gaining the attention of the entire household. “I CHALLENGE YOU TO A SNOWBALL FIGHT.” That was an acceptable (and fun) form of violence, if he remembered correctly. Rouge certainly looked interested.

The children began to bounce around in various states of excitement, their energy somehow increasing exponentially at this prospect. “Whose team will you be on, mister?” Rouge’s stepbrother asked bravely.

“MY OWN. NONE OF YOU CAN DEFEAT ME.” Omega declared.

“Yeah, right!” an older child shouted. “Come on, guys, let’s go!”

The entire group rushed outside and began to build a snow fort for the upcoming attack. Most of the children were clearly struggling to organize, as half seemed to comprehend the need for a well-structured creation and half were just piling up snow like maniacs.

Meanwhile, Omega began to carefully form large building blocks out of the snow, building a formidable fortress (snow could be imposing, alright??). Once he was satisfied with his semicircle construction, he noticed that he still had a few minutes to wait before the children finished theirs. He spent this time making snowballs, as well as a few other...adjustments. When the children shouted out “Ready!”, he was more than prepared.

Since they were, again, Rouge’s relatives, he was very, very generous and gave them the first chance to fire. The children launched snowball after snowball, but he ducked behind his fort and only one found its mark. Once they were all out of ammunition and scrambling for more, he felt a smug sense of satisfaction.

It was time.

He loaded his arms full of snowballs…

And proceeded to launch them out of his machine gun ports at the children.

The kids scattered in all directions, shrieking with a mixture of fear and excitement. Omega, during their attack, had thought to make even more projectiles, turning what was supposed to be organized warfare into a one-sided rampage of destruction.

By now, Rouge had appeared on the deck and was currently howling with laughter, tears streaming down her face as she watched Omega launch his onslaught of snow. Shadow was standing at the doorway along with several others, a giant wicked grin spread across his face.

The E-series robot truly wished he could make that second expression right now. He turned to Rouge, watching her cackle…

...and immediately proceeded to fire a massive amount of snow at her as well. Her laughter transformed into a gasp of mock betrayal as she scooped up some of the offending substance, packing it into a weapon of her own. “Oh. It. Is. On.”, she hissed, shaking the snow off her wings.

Taking to the skies, she began a counterattack, distracting Omega with varied sizes of snowballs and forcing him to try and fire directly upwards. The children, realizing that they had a powerful ally in Rouge, began to make new projectiles themselves and threw them at him from all sides, until Omega finally found that he was struggling to handle the attack.

As he began to turn the tide again, he realized suddenly that this was entirely due to Rouge’s absence…

...and of course that was when a shadow fell over him.

Followed by a giant pile of snow.

He flailed in the icy trap as he struggled to regain his bearings. Once he had managed to clamber halfway out of the snow, he saw Rouge hovering above him. Her wings struggled to hold her in the air as she laughed again, and he noticed sulkily that she was holding a sheet.

“Cheater.” he muttered, indignant at having been trapped in such an unflattering manner.

“Cheating?! From the guy who launched snowballs like missiles? Really?” she shouted down to him good-naturedly, shaking her head. “Talk about hypocritical, Omega.”

The E-series robot still insisted on having the last laugh, though- he had to get out somehow, so he powered on all of his fans at full blast to clear away the snow. And if everyone was standing too close to avoid the resulting icy shower, well then that was their problem.

After that, though, everyone had to go inside and dry themselves off. Organics couldn’t handle being wet and cold very well, and Omega didn’t like the idea of his circuitry being shorted out. He felt a great sense of satisfaction at having established his status as the cool one on the very first day, though.

He spent a little more time with the young ones after that, playing several rounds of a popular card game called One with them and stacking up all of the plus-fours. The robot showed no mercy even in games.

Several children, evidently impressed by his prowess (or perhaps just in awe of the fact that he was a giant robot) begged him for promises that he would play more tomorrow, to which he quickly agreed. Not long after, to everyone’s disappointment, the kids’ parents came and practically dragged them to the dinner table, having shouted their names four or five times by this point.

As he walked into the dining room, Omega surveyed the area, focusing for a moment on the glow that the many candles gave off on the table. Fire was always a nice touch.

Looking further, he noticed that the wooden table alone was a formidable piece of furniture, filling the largest room in the house and forcing some chairs to squeeze up against the wall just to make space. And that wasn’t even mentioning the feast laid out on top of it. Omega ignored that for now in favor of sitting down on one side of Rouge after he saw her at the table. Looking over to her other side, he noticed Shadow surveying the food spread out on the table with what most would consider a completely blank look.

Omega, however, had experience with analyzing Shadow’s facial expressions, and noted the slight tension in his face as well as the fact that he was fidgeting with his silverware. Both he and Rouge had a good idea as to why, too- Shadow didn’t need any of this.

The hybrid had been created with incredible physical resilience, able to withstand the most arduous of conditions. This included a significant lack of food. He actually ate only about three times a week, and even then he only consumed small meals. While it was about time for him to eat today, the fact that there would be even more food over the next couple of days seemed to have produced a conundrum for him.

If he ate now, he wouldn’t need to later, which could be quite awkward, particularly when everybody else would. Omega thought through the options and decided that there were three main paths he could take: eat now and not later, not eat now but do so later, or possibly attempt to eat a little on all three days.

Rouge seemed to have realized this as well. Leaning over to Shadow, she whispered, “Whatever you want to do is fine, hon. It’s okay if you eat a lot over these few days- everyone else here will too. If you don’t want to, though, that’s cool- just make sure you have something at some point, alright?”

The robot watched as Shadow relaxed slightly at her understanding words. The change was almost imperceptible, but he now sat back in his chair instead of forward, and he’d stopped adjusting his place setting.

Once everyone was seated and they’d given a quick toast, the family began to dig in. Shadow sat back and waited for everyone else to take some food first- a wise choice. Rouge, on the other hand, entered the rather impressive food frenzy with a voracity that her team members knew all too well- she often complained that one of her few vices (aside from gems and other sparkly objects) was food.

Omega took this time to survey what he could see of the dishes, interested in finding out for himself what a proper Wintersweek meal looked like. He saw two dishes that appeared to be some sort of poultry, as well as bowls of finger food that looked like they were filled with crickets and beetles. Various platters of cooked vegetables in every color of the rainbow covered the table, some with sliced fruit available as well. Loaves of bread in multiple shapes and sizes were scattered throughout the presentation, accented by artfully placed centerpieces.

Quite honestly, it looked impressive.

Rouge had a little bit of everything on her plate, and was currently digging into a buttery baked potato like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Omega silently put his napkin next to her plate, the (sarcastic) message clear: You need this more than I do.

Shadow, meanwhile, had taken a little fruit, one piece of meat, and two slices of bread, but seemed very hesitant to eat much more than that. He looked to be quite invested in a conversation that several of the adults were having about their own teenage experiences, often leaning in slightly when a funny story came up.

Omega mostly kept an eye on his friends, while also half listening to the children talk about the latest video game that had become popular. It seemed to contain lots of fighting combined with some impressive storytelling, and the robot made a note of the game title for his own use later.

However, as he checked on Rouge again, making sure she hadn’t choked on her food, he noticed that she had left her plate to the side in favor of talking to her family about...wait.

Omega knew this story.

This was a story where he was walking through the halls of an abandoned underground hideout for a highly sophisticated ring of criminals (an assignment for their entire team). In which said diabolical criminals had installed multiple traps designed to keep people out. And these traps. Included magnets. That specifically messed up artificial intelligence.

Omega’s memory had been severely impaired by the event, but Shadow and Rouge told him later that they had discovered him stumbling around the main hub of the base, rambling out loud about things as ridiculous as current weather patterns and- he shuddered internally- kittens. He was eternally grateful for this memory loss, though, as the two had apparently, instead of taking this seriously, dissolved into helpless laughter on the spot.

Of course, they had taken him to Tails to get fixed up. But not until after Rouge had filmed another five minutes or so of him acting absolutely loopy while their laughter, punctuated with the occasional gasp for breath, filled the background.

And she was just getting to the part where they found him now-!

The E-series robot shot out of his chair and clamped a hand over Rouge’s mouth, turning his volume low and hissing “Don’t you dare.” in her ear.

Unfortunately, this only added to everyone else’s interest, as Rouge began to cackle loudly at Omega’s evident embarrassment and her memory of the event. “Tell us! Tell us!” Camellia (Rouge’s stepmother) cried out, clapping her hands and looking for all the world like a child who had just been handed a chocolate bar.

“Help me, Shadow!” Rouge shouted through the steel grip on her face, slurring her words with laughter. The hybrid, happy to take a break from the crowded room and equally happy to shame Omega, pried the robot off of Rouge and somehow managed to drag him out of the room as everyone now leaned in to hear her finish the story.

“So we were really worried, right? Since we hadn’t heard anything? And then we-”

Shadow shut the door on her voice and smirked at Omega, but there was a tinge of real happiness in his expression. “It’s alright, Omega. She doesn’t actually want you to feel bad, you know.”

“That’s what you say.” he scoffed. “Rouge isn’t in there telling them about the time you didn’t eat for a month on a mission and then binge-”

“Alright, alright!” Shadow groaned. “I get it, but let’s let her have fun, alright? This is her family, after all.”

“Fine.” Omega grumbled. “But I will get you back for this.”

“Sure you will.” Shadow raised an eyebrow at him.

This led to a fierce staring match/arm-wrestling battle and subsequent argument over who won, immediately followed by Omega pulling out his phone and the two watching a recently popular obstacle course show. Of course, they both agreed that they could do far better than any of the contestants.

Eventually, though, as the evening wore on, the two joined back up with Rouge to head to their room. Shadow took a hot shower while Rouge changed into her favorite pajamas- they were soft and white with little pink hearts all over (her favorite colors).

She yawned loudly just as the hybrid walked in, already wrapped in a blanket and pulling on some plain black nightwear. He didn’t really need it, but his fifty-year stint in what was essentially a superpowered freezer had left him with a distinct dislike for the cold.

Omega had already plugged into the outlet and begun to charge, but yet…”Why don’t I get a blanket?”

“What the heck d’ you want one for?” Rouge muttered, already exhausted.

“Well, you both have them.” he muttered sulkily, glowering at them from his corner of the room.

The bat opened up the closet in the room, looking up at the top shelf. “Shadow, c’mere. I can’t reach this thing by myself.”

He walked over quickly, not appearing to be tired at all. Omega, as always, knew better, and saw the fatigue from the long day that he tried to hide behind his “Ultimate Lifeform” title.

Rouge jumped onto his shoulders in a practiced movement, snatching a pale purple fluffy blanket from the shelf and flinging it half-heartedly at Omega. “There’s your blanket.” she declared, before jumping straight from Shadow to her bed.

She settled into her usual sleeping position, with her feet hooked over the headboard and her face and pillow about halfway down the bed. It wasn’t a typical behavior for most, but she was a bat, after all. “‘Night, guys.” she murmured, already half asleep.

Shadow carefully lifted his blankets and slid under them, trying to keep them as neat as possible. The hedgehog shifted into a half-curled position, displaying his quills to the world and protecting his vulnerable legs and chest. “Sleep well, Rouge. Goodnight, Omega.” he said softly, still trying to stay awake.

“Good night.” the robot replied.

Omega kept an eye on his teammates, the room lit only by a patch of moonlight from the window. He listened to Rouge’s slight snoring, and watched as Shadow’s eyes slowly closed and his breathing evened out.

The robot was always cautious about shifting into his own form of ‘sleep’, but reminded himself that this was not enemy territory. This was Rouge’s family’s house, and they were all safe.

Still, he watched his friends sleep peacefully for a while longer. Then, he selected low power mode from his menu of choices and allowed his eyes to go dark.

#shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #team dark #team dark: a holiday special #thought i'd give rouge a big family to make up for shadow & omega having none #she still had a rough childhood though...#:(#90% of omega's 'contingency planning' was definitely fantasizing about awesome battle scenes #shadow is moderately sad as always #hope you enjoyed!!#sol's fanfiction

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logan-is-noggin · 3 years

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Anxious beauty Part 4

word count:2239

warning: violence, fighting, character death

Patton, Janus and Remus rushed into the room just in time to see the very edge of Virgil's cape disappear and the passageway turn back into a fireplace. " how! What! Who? Where's Virgil?" The three spoke over each other. Janus thrusted his arms out to halt the other two. " this has to be Logan. He must still be trying to bring about the curse he placed on him years ago." They all blasted their wands at the flames, streams of yellow blue and light green combated the flames until the flames died and they could turn the hole into stairs. They rushed up the tower until they stopped in their tracks. Patton dropped to his knees and cried " we're too late!" Remus and Janus passed Patton and went straight to the body. Remus cradled Virgil's bloodied hand already drying. Janus studied the broken key in his other hand. " the key!" He said showing Patton " Logan was watching us all this time." Patton had crawled over to the Prince as well and was held his head in his lap. " he's still breathing guys." Indeed, Virgil was taking deep even breaths so slow he could have been mistaken for dead. " what do we do now blue?" Remus asked. Patton pointed to the bed up the last two steps. " there. Bring him there." They all lifted him onto the bed. Patton folded his hands over his chest. Then he took the pieces of the key and tossed them out the window. " what do we do now? Tell the king? Go after Logan?" Janus pondered. Still staring out the window Patton shook his head. " we don't know how long Virgil will be asleep for, a few hours? days? Years? We need to make them all sleep. That way no one will know what happened." They agreed on the plan, then turning themselves small, they flew throughout the kingdom, casting a sleeping spell on everyone in town, including the two kings

Patton stretched and yawned after he stopped telling The story. " alright kiddo, it's pretty late. We can finish the story in the morning." Roman looked distraught as Patton took the snacks into the kitchen to clean up. Instead Roman glanced over at Logan who had been reading a book while listening. Out of nowhere, Roman launched himself at Logan.

Patton dropped the bowl in the sink when he heard Logan's distress and ran back to find Roman on the ground yelling " how could you do that to my Prince you friend!" While shaking him. Patton got the two separated and as Logan straightened his glasses he said " I'm beginning to regret allowing you to use my likeness in the story Patton." " Roman, apologize to Logan. For the last time, you know how the story goes. You've watched the movie more than anyone. heck you've even acted out the story in the imagination!" " I know. And I'm sorry teach. I just get extra passionate. Especially about my favorite Prince. Other than myself!" Patton shook his head and Logan bid them goodnight as he sunk down to his room.

After breakfast everyone, including Virgil, who hadn't been around for the first parts of the story gathered to hear Patton tell it's end.

Roman rode into the forest. Using clouds instructions, he found the cottage easily. Surely if father would meet him and see how perfect they were together, he would annul their betrothal. A marriage certainly wasn't the only way to unite their kingdoms. He reigned rose to a nearby peach tree where she happily started to munch the sweet fruit. He knocked on the closed doors. Calling into the darkness " cloud? I've returned." He pushed open the door walking into the main room of the house. Only to find someone sitting in one of the chairs. Twirling his glowing staff. With a hand on his sword, he approached the table "Ah, young Prince Roman. I was wondering when I got to meet you." "Surely we have not met. How can you know me? I am looking for my beloved. He lives here. His name is cloud." Roman said warily. Logan rolled his eyes while giving a sinister chuckle. " that really is the stupidest name I've heard for anyone. Much less... a Prince." " what are you saying?" " I'm saying that your love of water evaporation, is Prince Virgil. Your true betrothed of your youth. I'm afraid however. It is too late for you two to ride off into the sunset." " what have you done you monster!" Cried Roman. Logan just laughed as he disappeared.

Roman was enraged that he stormed out of the house and back to his horse. Then with haste he rode out of the forest. He saw three lights fly past him before turning into full sized men. " you are Prince Roman?" Janus asked. They all seemed out of breath and very worried. " I am. Who are you?" " we are the three fairies. We raised Prince Virgil away from the palace in hopes to keep him safe from the sorcerer Logan's curse." "A lot of good that did" Remus added. " thank the gods! I just came from the cottage. Logan was there. What has happened to my Virgil?" " Logan's spell has taken effect. Virgil stabbed his hand and has gone into a sleep. So we too have made the kingdom sleep until we break the spell." " you must lead me to him so i-" A crash of thunder and bolt of lightning struck Thomas's castle from a swirling band of clouds. " I'm afraid you must defeat Logan himself before we can save Virgil." So the four raced back until they found that the castle was covered in thorny vines that stretched for miles, blocking any hope of rescue. " there! I can see Logan atop that rocky ledge." The four raced to the base of the plateau. Roman had to stand on roses back to catch the first hand hold and used it to pull himself up. He turned back when Patton called. He used his wand to summon a large shield that shone silver with a red strip diagonally across. He tossed it to the Prince. "Sadly our powers can not be used for violence. It is the oath we swore. You must defeat him, Prince Roman." Roman climbed and climbed having hooked the shield to his belt til he reached the landing Logan was on. " stop this madness and return the kingdom as it was. Or taste the wrath of my sword!" He shouted, unsheathing his weapon, the shield in the other hand. Roman lunged forward, ready to slice the witch. But Logan threw a handful of magical blue fire towards him. He thrusted his shield out in time to hear it fizzle away. He charged on, Logan swept around toward the opposite end, leaving Roman nearer the cliffs edge. They fought on. Roman and Logan both sustaining blows from the other. Logan retreated. His eyes glowing light blue. As too the air around him began to shine. " let us see how you fare against my true form!" He cried as the magic overtook him and he began to grow. Larger and larger. His skin turning hardened by scales black and blue. His arms turning into wings, tipped with blue claws. His back growing long and spines tipped the ridges. A tail with similar spikes reached out behind him. Finally his face elongated into a snout and sharp teeth whose force could easily break bone.

" Dragon witch!" Roman uttered in shock. He couldn't let himself be distracted at the feat his kingdom needed him. Virgil needed him. With a great cry he charged the monster, sword pointed out. But had to cover with his shield as the Dragon breathed a shot of blue flames down. He forced himself to keep running under it. Trying to look for a weak point. He was hit by the creatures tail and thrown, hitting the stone hard. His sword scattered out of his grip and off the edge of the cliff. He cried for the fairies to help him. While he could only hold his shield in front to protect himself. Remus was the one who flew up with the sword in hand. The weapon seemed to flow with its own magic. Roman grabbed it and charged back into battle. His sword his the beasts sides but the scales made for little damage. Roman circled the Dragon, making it take the position closest to the edge. The beast reared up on its hind legs to attack. When Roman cried out as he hurled his sword through the air. It caught the beast in its chest and the sound of its roar was the loudest thing any of them had heard. Losing its balance, the Dragon formally known as Logan, fell to the ground below, taking Romans sword with him.

On his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath, Roman took account for any injuries. A few burns on his hands and face. His outfit too was singed. But it was worth it. Patton was soon at his side. " all you alright Prince roman? You're hurt." He waved the fairy off as he shaking stood. " that can wait Patton. Will you help me down to rose? Logan is gone, we can finish this." With Patton flying and holding onto him they got down the cliff easily. Rose was a few yards away from where they left her, " where are your compatriots?" "They flew ahead to try and clear away a path through the thorns once you lost your sword." " I am grateful for them." He reached a hand Down" ride with me, let your wings rest." Patton held onto Romans shoulders as he urged rose into a full gallop. Soon they could make out yellow and green sparks as they blasted away the thorns. Roman noticed that the vines were withered and dark now that he that spawned them was no more, they broke easily. Roman charged through, the three fairies clearing the way in front.

Once at the fallen drawbridge, Roman left rose at the gate and with the fairies guidance, found his way into the tower. Once he reached the landing, Roman stopped in his tracks. Sure, the fairies had told him about what had happened to Virgil. But seeing him. Laying on the bed perfectly still aside from the slight rise and fall of his chest. Roman approached the bed. Looking down . He felt guilty that his Prince, his cloud, had been put through this. All because he put the pieces together in time. Roman knelt on one knee next to the bed and slowly leaned forward. Placing a kiss to Virgil's lips. At once, color came back to his face that before had gone slightly gray. His eyes squeezed shut before opening. Roman caught him when he threw himself into Romans arms. Words couldn't express the relief to be together again. They just held each other until the more pairs of arms took over embracing Virgil as well.

An hour later found Virgil and Roman back in the chamber Virgil was originally brought to that afternoon. Romans injuries had been tended to as well as a new royal suit. The wound on Virgil's hand had disappeared as if it never existed. Once Virgil had woken, so too did the rest of the kingdom. The fairies had gone to the kings to announce Virgil and Romans arrival. Patton hinted to them that all would be explained in time. While music from the throne room could be heard in the distance, Virgil stood at the window. Looking down at the guests arriving. " why didn't you day something? That you were a Prince, and your name?" Roman said from behind him. " when we met, I had no knowledge of my royal status. The fairies never treated me as royal. I was just... me. And I suppose I was nervous about sharing my true name. You probably would have laughed." He said crossing his arms. " of course I wouldn't. At first, I was ready to break off the marriage to Virgil, in favor of cloud. I imagined he couldn't be too upset to be in an arranged marriage." Virgil turned to face him " while you are right that I was unhappy to marry someone I did not know. If I knew you had left me for some peasant in the woods, Logan's fire would be as a candle next to my anger." Roman laughed. " none of that matters now." He placed kisses on Virgil's hands before a knock on the door drew their attention. Patton entered, bowing neatly to the pair. " they're ready for you guys." " well, are you ready?" Virgil asked Roman? " Not quite." Roman went to the corner of the room, scooped up Virgil's crown and brought it back. He placed it lightly on his brow before extending his arm which Virgil took. " now I'm ready."

"And they all lived happily ever after." Patton ended. Virgil sat from his usual spot on the stairs. " why'd you make me the princess?" " as, didn't you enjoy the story virge?" Patton asked. " yeah yeah it was fine. But why was I the princess?" " because you're the fairest of them all!" Roman said grandly, joking about the emo sides complexion. Virgil and Logan groaned at the pun as Virgil left for his room.

#thomas sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #fairytale

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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⊱ Summer Nights ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader (f)

Summary: You and Keanu go skinny dipping. Need I say more?

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Language, skinny dipping, fingering, pool sex

A/N: Inspired by my fellow thirsty hoe @keanusreefs. This one’s for you :)))

The heatwave crippled the city of Los Angeles with unrestrained brutality. Temperatures soared over 90 degrees each day, often reaching a hundred by noon. The smoldering streets would send up disorienting waves of heat. The trees and the grass stood unnaturally still from the absence of winds. No one dared to move under the scorching rays of the hot sun.

Not even you.

For the past three days, the air conditioning unit has been your saving grace. It was only after sunset, and when the night took over did you start feeling a sense of relief, but even then, the sweltering heat still lingered on. If it weren’t for the cold air blasting inside your house, it would be nearly impossible for you to get a good night’s sleep.

But, alas, of all the days the AC could break, it chose to do so on the hottest days ever recorded in LA.

What great fucking timing it had.

“Babe, relax,” your partner Keanu tried to calm you down, already feeling the sweat dripping down the side of your head. “I called the repairman, and he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon to fix the unit.”

Groaning, you attempted to fan yourself with your hands, but the exertion of doing so only made it worse. “I’m seriously going to check-in at a hotel tonight. There’s no way I’m staying in this house without air conditioning, in the midst of a heatwave.”

Keanu could only laugh at your reaction, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Sweetheart, we can leave the windows open in our room. We have an electric fan that we can use and have it pointed at us in bed.”

“Oh, nope. You are not sleeping in the same bed as me,” you pointed out before heading to the kitchen, Keanu trailing closely behind.

“And why not?”

“Honey, I love you, but you’re a cuddler, and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with a warm body beside me.” You opened up the freezer, allowing the chilly air to escape as you stood in front of it, relishing the momentary relief it gave.

Keanu glanced at you, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you watched as he rounded the kitchen island, coming to stand next to you. You could see the smirk playing on his lips as his hand grasped your wrist, pulling your body towards him and away from the gentle cold breeze.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he dragged you to the sliding door leading out to the deck.

“You need to cool down,” Keanu simply answered, stepping over the threshold once he slid the door open, and you were both greeted by the warmth of the summer air.

Arching a brow at him, he guided you down the steps cautiously before ambling towards the sparkling swimming pool in the backyard. The water glistened underneath the moonlight, glowing a soft blue hue from the dim underwater lights illuminating from it. The pool was in absolute pristine condition, having been cleaned that very same morning.

Crossing your arms, you didn’t know why Keanu had brought you outside until one by one, he started to strip off his clothes right then and there.

“Are you alright? I think the heat’s getting into your head,” you quipped as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the grass before unbuckling his jeans, letting it fall to the ground.

“I’m doing just fine,” he returned, kicking his pants off to the side as he stood there wearing nothing but his boxers. “We should go for a swim. It’s a better way to cool down instead of complaining.”

“Funny,” you added dryly before noticing Keanu hooking his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and swiftly removing it from his body.

You felt the heat creeping up your face as your eyes widened at the sight of his bareness.

“You like what you see, baby?”

Keanu slowly turned his entire body around, fully displaying it off to you as your heart began to race. You couldn’t help ogle at your boyfriend, who knew pretty damn well how attractive he was to you. Everything about him was perfect, especially the delicious cock hanging between his legs, which was already beginning to harden right before your eyes.

He was so beautiful, and even after four years of dating, you still couldn’t believe that he was yours.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a loud splash made when Keanu jumped into the deep end of the pool, fully nude. He emerged back up to the surface seconds later, brushing his hair away from his face before floating leisurely on his back.

“Come in, babe! The water’s amazing,” he grinned, beckoning you to join him in the pool, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” you said, but as you turned away to head back into the house, you heard Keanu calling out your name. “What?”

“Where are you going?” He questioned, gracefully threading towards the ledge of the pool by your feet.

You glared at him incredulously. “Uh, to put on my swimsuit?”

“What for? Just take off your clothes and jump in.”

“No, I’m not going to do that,” you responded, shaking your head at Keanu.

“And why not?” He cocked his head to the side, the pale blue light shining in his eyes. God, he looked so enticing as he stared up at you, dark hair slicked back as droplets of water dripped down his beard.

You moved closer towards the edge, kneeling down on the concrete. “I’m not skinny dipping with you in the pool. Not when our neighbors could be watching.”

“Baby, don’t mind them,” Keanu assured you as his hands reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to peek at the skin underneath. “They shouldn’t be watching in the first place.”

You felt his calloused fingers lightly squeezing at your hip, and you breathed out a sigh. Even the slightest of touch from Keanu could make you want him so desperately. His lustful gaze silently pleaded with you not to be shy now, and it was working, which didn’t come as a complete shock.

You could never deny him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fine, you win,” you giggled, getting back up on your feet and walking a few steps backward.

Slowly, you began undressing in front of Keanu as he leaned against the ledge, enjoying the little show you were putting on for him. Biting your bottom lip, you first removed your top and set it behind one of the plastic lounge chairs. Next, you shimmied your shorts down over your hips, taking them off as well. From afar, you could hear Keanu’s sharp intake of breath as one of his hands dipped back into the pool, undoubtedly to touch himself as you finally shed your bra and panties.

Once nude, you sauntered over to the opposite end of the pool, adding a saucy sway to your hips while Keanu stared unabashedly. You inhaled a deep breath before diving in, a rush of bubbles surrounding you as you reached the bottom of the pool. Moments later, you quickly swam back up, taking in a lungful of air when you broke through the surface.

“That...was...refreshing,” you beamed, surprised that water was actually cold, and you were feeling much better now than before.

Glancing back, you saw Keanu waiting for you by the shallow side. His expression was unmistakably hungry, and you could feel the desire gathering low in your belly. Swimming towards him, his arms immediately circled around your body when you got near enough, pulling you into him as your breasts pushed up against his firm chest.

You wrapped your hands behind his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his thick hair as you drew him closer. Crushing your lips against Keanu’s, his tongue quickly found yours, teasing each other as your breaths grew heavier, and the need became stronger.

Keanu’s hand came up to firmly cup your soft mound as he lowered his head, his lips encasing themselves around your nipple before sucking hard. You let out a moan as his hands expertly explored every inch of your skin, briefly forgetting that the two of you were outside where others might hear or see you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, his skin almost burning in contrast to the cold waters gently crashing onto you. “It’s just us. Besides, we’ve never done it in the pool before.”

You caught the mischievous glint in his eye, causing you to smile up at him. “Well, we better change that then.”

Leaning in, you kissed him passionately once again as he pressed your back against the wall of the pool, feeling his hardened cock on your thigh. You were losing yourself in the kiss and didn’t notice Keanu’s hand disappearing below the water until you felt his thick fingers gliding smoothly between your folds.

“Fuck, baby,” you murmured breathlessly as Keanu’s forehead came to rest on yours. His warm breath softly fanned your face as he massaged your inner walls, gradually stretching out your cunt for him later on.

You clamped your eyes shut as his pace quickened, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, bringing you closer to orgasm. With his free hand, he lifted your left leg up for more leverage. The new angle allowed his digits to slide even further into your core, sinking past his knuckles as deep as they could go.

“Don’t stop, Ke,” you whimpered as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your nails clawing at the back of his shoulders as the water lapped at your bodies. You were no longer able to control the loud moans escaping your throat, letting them out freely into the open air. “I-I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

Keanu curled his fingers inside you, brushing up against your sensitive spot. Soon after, you clenched tightly around him, screaming out in pure bliss as you rode out wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Your chest heaved as Keanu gave you time to come down from your high. Eventually, your eyes fluttered open again, and the first thing you saw was the smug look flashing across his face.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

Your gaze drifted down to his hand, which was still under the water, giving his shaft a few tugs as he waited for a response. Smiling, you reached below and guided the tip of Keanu’s engorged cock to your pussy.

The two of you moaned softly as he sheathed himself inside of you. You twined your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the wall. His arms supported your weight before he started thrusting into you with slow and deliberate strokes.

“Keanu—shit, baby. You’re fucking me so good,” you gasped once he picked up speed, water splashing out of the pool and smacking against the deck. “Not gonna last long.”

“M-Me, too,” he grunted into your ear, his rhythm now faltering as he approached his climax. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You couldn’t find your voice to respond back to him, too lost in your own pleasure to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, and currently, you were focused on your sweet, sweet release.

You could feel your orgasm building up again, threatening to burst at any second. Tilting your head up, you captured Keanu’s mouth in a searing kiss, faintly tasting the nicotine from a cigarette he had smoked earlier.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he husked after pulling away for a breath. “I want to see you come. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. Come on, let go for me.”

Your body quivered as Keanu pounded hard and fast into you, the water sloshing everywhere before finally you tensed up, crying out in ecstasy as you reached your peak. Your walls tightened around his girth when suddenly, he stiffened, and you felt his cock pulsing in your cunt, pumping a heavy load of his hot, viscous cum deep inside of you.

You held each other for a little while, basking in the afterglow as the water settled down around you. Shivering, you glanced up at Keanu, who had enveloped in a warm embrace. The wet ends of his hair slightly covered his face, and with your hand, you brushed it back so that your eyes could meet his.

“You’re getting cold now, are you?” Keanu chortled, and you were quick to nod at him. He smiled softly as he gingerly picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the pool.

Carefully, he set you down on the lounge chair before quickly running back inside the house to grab towels. You were using the shirt you had placed behind the chair to pat your face dry when Keanu returned to the backyard, a towel hanging around his hips as he offered you your own.

“So, was it as bad as you thought?” He wondered as you dried yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

“No, I guess it wasn’t,” you replied with a smile. “It’s not even that hot outside anymore.”

“See, you were just dramatic,” Keanu joked, and you glared at him sternly. “I’m kidding, okay. I think we can survive one night and half a day without air conditioning.”

“We’ll see, but we’re still not sleeping in the same bed.”

Keanu raised his brow. “Seriously?”

Chuckling, you shook your head as you stood up on your feet. “After what you did back there, I think it would be cruel of me to let you sleep on the couch.”

You sweetly kissed the corner of his mouth, and then released a contented sigh, taking Keanu’s hand into yours. “Shower with me?”

He squeezed your hand gently, his lips curving up into a smile before stepping to the side. “Of course. Lead the way.”

The long summer days brought unbearable heat, but at the end of those days, always came these tender summer nights.

And as long as these nights were shared with Keanu, you wouldn’t mind the heat at all.

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Spiraling

Summary: If something could go wrong in (Y/N)’s life then it did. Now she is on the verge of spiraling out of control. In her darkest moment, a hero will come to save her and set her on the path she was always meant to be on. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Self-hate Talk/Talk of Suicide Word Count: 5040 A/N: The last couple of months have been hard so this is my way of dealing with it. A lot of the details are from actual things going on in my life, but I’ve changed the specifics for storytelling purposes.

“Your cat needs emergency surgery to save her life. In order for us to proceed we need a down payment of $1500 and then the remaining $600 once she can go home.”

“Your starter is bad. You have a battery cable that is carotid. Plus we found that there is a leak in your head gasket and it will need to be replaced immediately. All together parts, labor and tax it will total $4976.”

“Effective Immediately: New Management. Your apartment complex is now under the management of Lindchest LLC. Your rent will go up starting November 2020 to $750 per month. There will be an additional pet deposit of $200 per pet and pet rent of $25 per pet. You will need to log on to our Tenant Portal to sign your lease within twenty-four hours or vacate your unit.”

I read the flyer that was haphazardly tape to my door once more. Looking down to Serenity, my cat with the $2100 bladder sighing, “Looks like you need to get a job.”

I unpacked my laptop letting it wake up only to discover that my internet was not working. I picked up my phone calling the all too familiar number.

“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/L/N), but it looks like there is a major outage in your area due to construction. We don’t have a timeframe of when it will be back up.”

I ended the call flopping down onto my couch, “I would love for one, just one, thing to go my way.”

The last month has been challenging between vet bills, my car being an oversized paper weight and my rent going up one hundred and seventy-five dollars plus two hundred dollar deposit. I did not think anything else could possibly go wrong until I arrived at work the next morning.

“Hey (Y/N), can we meet in my office?” my boss waved his hand for me to follow him.

A sinking feeling settled onto my chest as he asked me to close the door behind him, “I know we’ve had this conversation before, but your attendance.”

Tears welled up beneath my eyelids, but I held them back as he continued, “I know we’re trying to be cautious with COVID, but you’ve already been out sick quite a bit already.”

“I know I was, but my doctor recommended for me to stay out since I had more than half the symptoms of COVID.” My voice quivered at the end as my protective wall was crumbling.

He leant forward on his desk, “I know, but then it was your car issues and now you have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning that you just came to me about this morning. I just want to set up some firm guidelines for you using your time off from here on out. I would also like to see you come in for ninety days straight. (Y/N), you do a great job here, but you actually have to be here to do the job.”

“I know. I can reschedule my appointment for tomorrow and I will work with any guidelines you give me. I’m sorry about my attendance. I love my job and I love coming to work.” I was pleading as a wayward tear slipped down my cheek.

“I never once questioned that. We will work through this together. No need to reschedule your appointment since I approved it already. Going forward I will need at least one week's notice for you to use vacation days, forty-eight hours notice to use your personal days and twenty-four hours notice for your sick days.”

I nodded my agreement not trusting that I could hold the burning sob in my chest from bursting through. I left his office and spent the rest of my day in a complete daze. I drove home in the same daze only to have another flyer on my door from the new management.

“We Missed You! Dear Tenant, we entered your apartment today to make an assessment of it. We have found the following things broken, worn and in need of repair. Since this was not properly taken care of, you will be responsible for all repairs and they will need to be scheduled for completion within one week’s time. Please log on to your Tenant Portal to schedule this as soon as possible. Thank you, Lindchest, LLC”

I caught the edge of my kitchen counter as my legs gave out. The list of repairs was more than what I was renting the place for. I managed to get myself to my bedroom and landed face first on the mattress. Freely the tears flowed down my face and my body shook as overwhelming sorrow ran through her.

Serenity butted her head up against mine, “Hi baby. I’m sorry your mommy is a screw up. Would you want to go live with you grandma?”

She snuggled against my arm purring. My body relaxed as I continued to pet her and listen to her purring until finally I drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a better life tormented me throughout the night. The next morning, would solidify my darkest thoughts into a plan of action as the last bit of bad news I could take happened.

“We will need to extract two molars and all four wisdom teeth. I will refer you to an oral surgeon who can get you scheduled right away. After insurance, you’re probably looking at $1500 to $2000 for everything. You will have to provide fifty percent of the total at the time of service and then I’m sure they could work payments out for you.”

I took a deep breath, “Okay. If you could give me the information I will schedule it. I also need a note for my employer for today’s appointment.”

As I sat in the chair waiting for the dental assistant to come back my inner self yelled loudly.

“You are nothing in this world. You are providing nothing and only taking resources away from everyone. Serenity would be taken care of by your mom. Work will find someone to replace you in a snap. You have no friends. You have no place you can afford to live. I think it’s a sign from up above that now is your time to take matters in your own hands. It’s time to free up your space for someone more deserving. More functional. More worthy.”

“Everything okay?” I looked up to see the assistant holding my papers and I nodded.

I went through the motions of work as my mind was preoccupied of my choices for the evening. Texting my mom, I asked her to watch over Serenity for a while so I could find a new place for us. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary and I as I said goodbye to my co-workers for the evening, I felt peace come over me. Dropping off my cat to my mom, I told her I could not stay since I had plans. On my kitchen table there was one letter addressed to her that would be found when she would come get my things.

I walked a half a mile down to a bridge that was over the river I lived by. The sun had gone down hours ago and now all that was left was for me to finally do something right.

***

Dean Winchester parked his car near the Jefferson Bridge watching as people came and went over it. His brother Sam was flirting with the local librarian, so Dean decided to give him the motel room for the night. He deserved it after all the crap they had gone through. He looked down at his watch, seeing it was coming up at midnight when something caught his eye.

A woman was looking over the wall down to the water. Suddenly he became antsy as he continued to watch her. He got out of his car casually walking towards her so as to not spook her. The cool night breeze blew through her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair. Her body was like a country dirt road with curves for days. His eyes were drifting down her body when she hopped up onto the wall and his heart leaped into his throat.

“Oh no pretty girl, don’t do what I think you’re trying to do.” He whispered as her eyes stayed focused on the water below.

Dean picked up his pace just in time reaching for her as she leapt from the bridge. His hands grasping underneath her arm and at her wrist.

“No! Let me go! Please let me go!” She yelled as I tried to pull her up.

“Sweetheart, trust me, life is not so bad that you should jump off a bridge. Let me help you, please.” He pleaded feeling something deep within him stirring.

She tried to fight against him, but he could feel her losing strength. With one swift move he had her sitting back up on the wall of the bridge. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist as she began to weep.

“No, this is meant to be. I’m not meant to be here. I’m nothing.” She tried to get out of his grasp unsuccessfully.

He pulled her off the wall and carried her to his car, “I’m positive that’s not true. Come on, why don’t I buy you some food and a drink then we can talk about it.”

Her body went rigid, “Why are you being nice to me? You don’t even know me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart. I help people who need it no matter what, but if it makes you feel better I’m Dean. Now how about some food and a drink because I’m starving.” He slowly let go of her as she looked down towards the ground.

“(Y/N).” she whispered as she reluctantly, she got in his car sliding across to the passenger side.

Dean drove to the bar nearby his motel glancing over to her every once in a while. Closer now, she was even more beautiful than he originally thought. (Y/N)’s eyes were soft (Y/C/E) and perfect pouty lips. Her body was turned towards her door as she looked out the window but he could imagine himself curling up next to her.

“Let me guess, you’re staying at the Chippewa Motel.” (Y/N) had turned towards him as they pulled into the bar parking lot.

He chuckled, “Yeah, why?”

She let out a soft laugh, “Because those are the only people who go to Sunset Bar.”

For a moment as they got out of the car, Dean’s chest tightened afraid that she would take off. He relaxed when she started walking towards the door and looked behind her to see if he was following. Walking inside, (Y/N) went to the furthest booth in the building. Dean took it upon himself to order them a couple of burgers and beers.

Waiting for their beers, he noticed quite a few men taking an interest in (Y/N). Even red and puffy eyed, she was still catching every man’s eye in the place. Quickly grabbing their beers, he made his way to her staring down every man on the way. He bumped the bottle on her arm motioning for her to move over.

“Thanks.” She muttered, taking a sip and curling herself up on the far end of the bench.

“I wouldn’t normally sit like this with a total stranger, but I think it’s safer for you if I do.” He watched as her eyes followed his widening.

She moved a little closer to him just enough for his fingers to brush against her shoulder, “As much as I don’t want to be a part of this world anymore that is not the way I want to go out.” She waved her bottle out towards the dispersing crowd of men.

“Why do you want to end it all?” His curiosity was getting the best of him.

A beautiful woman like (Y/N) should have everything the world could offer her. Happiness, money, love. His heart skipped at the very word. He pushed it from his mind refocusing on her.

“Have you ever wondered if God was punishing you for something you had no idea you did wrong?” She took a long drag from her bottle and Dean found himself swallowing hard.

“All the freaking time.” He chuckled remembering the recent bombshell that he and Sam were destined to kill one another because of God’s need for a good ending to his story.

She sighed looking up as the bartender brought their food to them. For the first time, (Y/N) genuinely smiled, “Bacon cheeseburgers are my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He smiled back at her before they each took a large bite.

For the next half an hour explaining everything that had gone wrong in her life up until today. From bad decisions, divorce, mental breakdown one and two, loss of jobs, unemployment, her cat, her car, her current job and her tooth. He had to admit the string of bad luck was hard to deny. None of which was a good enough reason to end her life.

When the waitress came for our plates, (Y/N) asked for a glass of water finishing off her beer. I placed my large hand on top hers covering it completely.

“I’m sorry you’ve been through so much and nearly all of it is out of your control. If you could do anything except end your life, what would you do?”

“Well if money was no option then I would grab Serenity and start a new life somewhere far away. Of course, I would keep in contact with my mom, but she would understand me leaving.” She stared off for a moment her face softening at the very thought of leaving.

Before he could stop to think about the words coming from his mouth they were already hitting her delicate ears, “I think I could help you with that.”

“W-What?” Her piercing eyes bore into his with hope, “How could you help me?”

“That is a conversation for a more private place and whiskey.” He chuckled and down the rest of his beer.

Dean started laughing as she practically pushed him out of the booth, “Well come on hero, I know a place that is private enough to talk.”

He threw a few bills down on the table for a tip and allowed (Y/N) to drag him from the bar. She directed him back towards the bridge except this time she pointed to a small, run down apartment complex. He parked next to the car (Y/N) pointed out to be hers, a newer SUV.

“I will deal with you tomorrow.” He pointed to the vehicle giving it a stern look.

Following (Y/N) up the stairs to her little studio apartment, “This is where the hiked up the rent?”

She nodded, “Yeah. At the time, it was the cheapest place to live. You just happen to be in luck that I have a bottle of whiskey stashed away. It’s in the cabinet above the fridge. I’m going to change out of my clothes and freshen up a little.”

Dean watched her disappear behind a room divider and made himself tear his eyes away from watching her gorgeous silhouette. Easily grabbing the bottle and two cups from a local Mexican restaurant he noticed a letter on the table.

“Mom, I know you’re upset. No, I know you’re pissed. I gave up. I didn’t come to you like I promised I would. I couldn’t come to you again with all my problems. I truly believe I was not meant to be in this world and that is why my life has been one shit show after another. I’m taking resources away from this world and not contributing to it. Honestly, everything will move on and you will live out the rest of your life not having to worry about me anymore.

Please take care of Serenity for me. Give her all the hugs and snuggle her extra for me. Mom, this was never your fault and there was nothing you could have done to save me. My mind is made up. The decision was made. I want you to remember what good times there were. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for leaving you. Please know I love you very, very much. Goodbye. Love, (Y/N)”

“That wasn’t for you to read.” A small voice brought his eyes from the page but not before a few teardrops could fall onto the page, “You’re crying, why?”

He wiped away the tears falling down his cheeks, “I-I don’t know. I guess reading a suicide note brings out my inner Mr. Sensitivity.”

He tried to give her a sad smile chuckling, but his heart shattering into pieces made it hard too. She took the bottle and cups leading him to the small loveseat. They sat down before downing their first pours of whiskey. The amber liquor burning down his throat and warming his chest. He poured them both another drink before going into his own story.

“My brother and I travel across the country hunting all kinds of… things that go bump in the night.” Dean completely opened up about everything in his life. Carefully watching her every reaction as he spoke and only felt that there was once she wanted to bolt for the door.

“Wait…” she took the bottle and drank from it, “monsters are real?”

He nodded grabbing the bottle for himself, “Yep. Vampires, werewolves, chupacabras.”

Taking a drink, he handed it back to her allowing it all to sink in, “Okay so how does that help me? I’m not interested in hunting monsters or being a monster.”

“Well that’s good because I wouldn’t allow a beautiful woman to become either of those things. I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you how we manage to get unlimited money and then you could move wherever your heart desires. Is that more your speed?”

She nodded, “Now you’re speaking my language. God, it would be amazing to live somewhere remote where I could just write all day long.”

“Well, Sam and I can make that happen for you. We’re probably going to be leaving to head back home in a couple of days. You could travel with us then we could get you all set up and on a plane to all points nowhere, USA.”

Suddenly, (Y/N) launched herself into his arms hugging him tightly, “I can’t thank you enough, Dean.”

His arms wrapped around her and everything felt complete with her, it was strange for him to feel that way. Never once had he ever felt whole but a never ending void deep in his soul that was closing being near her. She pulled away slightly then pressed her lips to his cheek.

***

The next day, Dean had a heated conversation with his brother Sam. Once he was off the phone, he confirmed that I would follow them back to Lebanon, Kansas in my car once he fixed it. He dropped me off at work where everyone noticed the one hundred eighty degree mood change in me. I spent my last hour typing a resignation letter to my boss leaving it on his desk and packing up the few personal items I had.

Dean was waiting for me in the parking lot with his beloved car, “How was work?”

“It was… good. I’m happy to never have to go back to it again though.” He opened the door for me to slide in.

“Dean, would it be okay to stop by my mom’s to get Serenity?” His piercing emerald eyes narrowed for a split second before he smirked.

“Yeah, we can go get the furball.” He chuckled pulling out of the parking lot and leaving that part of me behind us.

I found out that Dean was an amazing liar, but also charming. He won my mom over in a few short minutes as Serenity jumped up onto my lap. I petted her a few times before resting my cheek against the top of her head.

I whispered to her, “Go check him and let me know what you think.”

I watched the shorthair tabby jump off her lap and up onto Dean’s. She sniffed him as he held his hand out to her. His nose began to twitch and she jumped down with a huff before he sneezed.

“Sorry furball, I’m allergic to you.” He sniffled before excusing himself to the bathroom.

Serenity meowed up at me before getting in her crate. The fact she did not hiss was a good sign and I closed her crate up after one last pet.

“So, how did you really meet Dean?” I knew my mom could see right through his story, so I told her the truth, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you should have come to me.”

“I know, but I just couldn’t. I was tired of being a screw up. I gave up.” The last few words were a whisper as my mom got up to sit next to me.

Her arms were around me as tears fell from both of our eyes, “Well I’m glad he saved you. Did you find a place to live?”

I pulled away from her, “Kind of. Dean and his brother are going to help me settle into a new spot. I will call you with all the details.”

I looked up to see Dean standing behind us, “I promise to take care of her.”

“Sounds like you already have. Thank you for saving my daughter.” In a rare moment, I watched as my mom got up hugging someone other than me. Dean was tense for a moment before hugging her back.

The rest of the evening and into the night, Dean spent working on my car. I sat outside with him on the green cooler from his car handing him tools. Grease covered his arms, hands and clothes.

“Hey tiny fingers, come here and get this bolt off.” He called out from under the engine.

I stepped on top of the cooler reaching over looking down to see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. Reaching down my fingers brushed against his as I loosened the bolt in question. Getting down off the cooler I found myself straddling over Dean’s chest as he slid out from underneath the car.

“Hey there pretty girl.” He smirked as I moved back from him.

“Ha. Ha. So, what’s the verdict?” I watched as he stood up seemingly towering over me.

I tried hard to concentrate on him, but between the leather musk on his skin and engine grease was making me dizzy, “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”

“What? Sorry, what did you say?” I felt my face burning as he stepped closer to me.

“Am I distracting you from paying attention?” Backing up until my butt was against his car, his hands rested on either side of me caging me in.

“I have n-no idea what you’re talking about. So, tell me is my car a goner?” I swallowed the large lump knotted in my throat.

Dean leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching tilting his head slightly, “Your car is fine. The mechanic was trying to get more money out of you. The head gasket is in great shape.”

He stepped back with a smug grin on his face and my body seemingly followed along with him before I stopped it, “That’s great news! The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”

The next morning, I woke up to low murmuring voices. One was distinctively Dean’s voice, “Sammy, I don’t know how else to say it clearer.”

His brother spoke in a concerned hushed tone, “I think you need to come up with another way because you’re sounding ridiculous right now.”

“All I know is that I have never felt this way in my life. Cassie, Jo, Lisa, none of them made me feel complete. None of them took away the gaping, endless void inside of me. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel this way, but here I am.”

Dean sounded distressed and that made my chest ache. I knew exactly how he was feeling since I had felt it since the moment we met. I had been trying to ignore the comfort and hope swelling inside me, but it was getting harder.

“Sounds like you’re talking about love at first sight or even soulmates.” Sam seemed more curious now than frustrated.

I took this opportunity to walk out from behind the wall divider, “Good morning.”

Dean’s eyes met me first bringing a warm smile to his handsome face, “Hey (Y/N), good morning. We didn’t wake you up?”

I shook my head feeling Sam’s gaze on me as I looked down at Dean’s Zeppelin t-shirt covering me, “Um I spilled spaghetti sauce on my last clean shirt. Dean was nice enough to let me borrow one of his.” I felt my face heating up as Sam nodded.

“Uh-huh.” He stood up walking towards me. Sam loomed over me pulling a flask from his jacket pocket, “Could you stick out your arm for me, please?”

I looked over to Dean who was rolling his eyes, “Sam it’s not necessary.”

“It is for me,” He looked at me as I brought my arm out and he poured what seemed to be water on my arm, “Okay, just a few more tests to go.”

I held a bandana from Dean over the small cut on my arm wincing, “What was that for?”

Sam wiped the blade on his jacket as Dean pushed him back gently. His vibrant olive eyes focused on tying the bandana, “Silver blade to make sure you’re not a werewolf or shapeshifter.”

“I’m sorry to be this way, but this whole situation is weird and I have to protect my brother,” Sam held his hand out to me, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

I shook his hand, “Yeah, nice to meet you too. Look, as strange as you both think this is, I feel the same way.”

I made sure to look at Dean when I spoke and his eyes widened, “Really?”

I nodded, “There’s a connection here that I can’t explain. Frankly, I don’t care if it’s ever explained to me. All I know is that being with you feels right.”

Sam's disapproving grunt had us both looking to him, “I think we should do a little more research into this. We should definitely get back to the Bunker and maybe ask Rowena for some help.”

A soft meow came from the ground below as Serenity rubbed against Sam’s legs affectionately. He knelt down petting her and I was surprised to see her go belly up.

“Wow, you must be an animal lover because Serenity has never done that with anyone but me.” I knelt down as well petting her soft fur.

For the first time, I watched Sam let down his guard and chuckled, “I’m usually a dog person but hard to say no to a cat who accepts you.”

“Wonderful, you and the furball can take (Y/N)’s car while she and I ride in Baby.” Dean slipped his arm around my shoulders bringing me into his side.

Sam nodded silently as his eyes never left me. It felt as if he were trying to read me, but there was nothing to reveal. By late morning, we were on the road to Lebanon, Kansas. It would be at least a day’s travel to get there, which Dean reassured me that they had done longer trips than this before. We filled the time by talking about everything from childhoods to Winchester's most interesting hunts. When I would get sleepy, Dean would pull me into his side and turn on his favorite mixtape. Being with him was as easy as breathing to me.

After a few stops for food and gas, we finally hit the city limits of Lebanon. The small town looked straight out of a 50’s sitcom. As we drove out of the rustic town, we drove down a long paved drive behind what looked to be an abandoned building of some kind. I was shocked when we came upon a large set of doors that opened into a full stocked garage.

“Welcome home.” Dean said as he parked his car with Sam pulling up next to him.

The Men of Letters Bunker, as the brother called it, was massive. Sam happily told me the history of the secretive group and how their family tied into it. Dean walked by my side with his fingers laced with mine holding my hand. We came to a door with the number eleven on it and Dean pulled her inside.

“This is my room. Of course, it’s the coolest room here except for maybe the Fortress of Deanitude.”

I looked around at all the weapons displayed on the walls. His massive record collection was set up in bins. His desk contained a computer, a small lamp and a tiny picture. I picked it up seeing Dean who was a young child with a woman he looked familiar too.

He gently took the picture from my hand, “My mom and I. It’s the last picture of us together before she was killed,” he placed the picture back in its spot.

After getting Serenity and I settled into our new room, I found myself overcome with exhaustion. Laying down on my new bed with Serenity lying next to me, I feel into the most peaceful night of sleep I have had in awhile. Dreams of adventures with Dean filling my head.

***

Dean sat with Sam in the Library, a soft smile permanent etched onto his face. Sam’s nose was nearly pressed against his computer screen looking into (Y/N). He was waiting for Rowena to call him back when a familiar voice came from near the Bunker door.

“You would have to go find your soulmate and end the world, Winchester.”

Sam and Dean looked up to see Billie standing tall holding her scythe, her hard eyes glaring down at them.

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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66. [6:04 pm]

“Damn it,” Mark cursed under his breath as the two of you exited the restaurant and was immediately met with menacing grey clouds that threatened to spill rain droplets over the innocent people roaming the streets. “We were supposed to have a picnic by the Han River, but I guess it’s not possible now…” He trailed off, clutching the bag of takeaway dakgalbi in disappointment, his shoulders slumped and his lips forming a deep pout.

“It’s fine, Mark,” You reassured, huddling closer to him as a strong gust of wind threatened to blow you away. You locked arms with his and guided both of you towards the subway entrance.

He huffed out a huge sigh. “I had the perfect date planned, Y/N! We were gonna get dessert at that bingsu place you like, then watch the sunset from Namsan Tower.” Mark continued, his sorrow clearly written all over his face.

“Mark, baby, I don’t mind,” You tugged him along, making sure that he got out his T-money card in time and urged him towards the correct train line that would take you two back to his apartment. “As cliché as this sounds, I honestly don’t care what we’re doing on our dates, as long as I get to spend quality time with you.”

It was true, considering how both of you were final year university students and already had insufficient time on your hands due to the continuous stream of work, assignments, tests and exams. You could understand Mark’s disappointment, though. This was only your third official date after he asked you to be his girlfriend, and he had planned each date meticulously, exceeding your expectations every single time.

Unfortunately, the past few weeks have been tough. Midsemester exams were coming up and Mark was bombarded by emails from the anxious first year students he tutored for a marketing unit. You had to prepare a presentation for your research project as well, and your supervising lecturer had been far less helpful than you’d imagined. Overall, the time apart made you miss him even more. It seemed like it was harder to meet up with Mark compared to before when you were just friends. Previously, the two of you made it a point to invite each other over for dinner or grab drinks together regularly. Now, it was getting nearly impossible to clear your schedules because of the urgency of your respective deadlines. Time with each other was scarce. You found a small part of yourself wishing to go back to those simpler days filled with impromptu meetups and midnight ramen sessions.

Miraculously, the two of you boarded the train and were fortunate enough to find two seats next to each other. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” Mark whispered close to your ears and pressed his warm lips against your temple. Your eyelids fluttered shut at his soft gesture. It had been nearly two months since Mark asked you to be his girlfriend, and you still hadn’t gotten used to his kisses. They always left a tingling sensation in your stomach.

A short fifteen minutes later, you entered Mark’s apartment. Although you had visited his humble abode many times before, you couldn’t help but to linger in front of the shelf standing beside the TV while your boyfriend got out the plates and cutlery. A fond smile worked its way onto your lips as you perused the vast collection of photos he had on display. There were older, framed family photos of the young Tuan siblings standing beside their seated parents, all wearing identically radiant smiles, and another faded picture of Mark’s baby photoshoot. A polaroid photo album that consisted of more recent snaps stood proudly in the centre, opened to a page containing Mark’s favourite polaroids. They were mostly from his trips back to LA with his family and close friends, and a couple from weekend getaways with his university friends.

Your gaze fell upon a particular polaroid that caught your eye. It was a candid shot of you taken by Mark on the night he asked you out. He had sent you a text near midnight asking you to come over for ramen. You turned up shortly after in slippers and an old band t-shirt with your hair messily tied up, the novel you were engrossed in tucked under your arms. As you leaned over the counter to catch a glimpse of his signature dish, Shin Ramyun with an egg (the egg whites for him and the yolk for you), he sneakily whipped out his Polaroid Camera and took a quick shot. Later that night, you nearly choked on the semi-runny egg yolk when he suggested that the two of you should go on a movie date together.

“Babe, food’s ready. Come and eat while it’s still hot.” He called as he made his way to the living room, placing the dakgalbi on the coffee table. “Are you looking at my photo shrine again?”

“Photo shrine?” You repeated, chuckling at your boyfriend’s interesting choice of words.

Mark unveiled the tasty prized possession as you sat cross-legged on the floor, beside him. “Yeah, it’s a photo shrine because it contains pictures of people and memories that hold a special meaning in my heart.” He gave you a lopsided smile as he waved a piece of fragrant, spicy stir-fried chicken in front of your lips, beckoning you to open your mouth. You accepted gratefully. “My favourite picture of all is the one of me lying on the ground with my sister’s baby on top of me.” He continued teasingly.

“Hey!” You let out a muffled exclamation as your mouth was filled with the well-seasoned meat, feigning jealousy over the fact that your polaroid wasn’t his favourite.

Mark laughed heartily, clearly amused at your reaction. “I’m just kidding. Of course yours is my favourite. You’re my favourite human.”

You hummed happily upon hearing that. “Are you sure about that, Tuan?”

Mark’s thumb came up to the corner of your lips to wipe off the reddish stain from the sauce. “Such a messy eater.” He commented as he raised the thumb to his own lips and licked the remnants off. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. I said you’re my favourite human, not my favourite living thing. Milo still takes the top spot.”

Right on cue, the white fluffy ball of fur trotted towards Mark from his usual resting place in his bedroom, tail wagging eagerly at the attention. “Hi Mi Mi, my baby. I’ve missed you.” He picked Milo up and cradled him in his arms, giving him several loud smooches as the puppy licked his lips.

You playfully sighed in defeat at the pair’s blatant display of affection. You were about to give him a snarky retort when you were abruptly disrupted by a deafening crack of thunder.

Milo padded over to the glass door leading to the balcony, barking furiously at the dark skies. The puppy refused to calm down until Mark scooped him up, babying and distracting him by scratching his favourite spot behind his ears. “Silly baby, it’s just the rain.”

“Great…” You remarked sarcastically. The summer rain usually lasted for hours, which meant that getting back to your place would be a huge hassle. “I’m gonna have so much fun taking public transport in this weather.”

Mark placed Milo down between the two of you and the puppy cosied up next to your feet, nudging you lightly with his head. The sight warmed your heart. You’ve known Mark ever since he got Milo and you’ve basically watched him grow up, but it was always a pleasant surprise when the puppy acted so comfortably around you. “Stay over then?”

You nearly choked on the dakgalbi that was halfway down your throat. A sip of water later, a soft “What?” left your lips.

It was the first time you would be sleeping over at each other’s houses, or sharing a bed, for that matter. Your response was totally understandable. Mark could feel the tips of his ears heat up and flush dark red, somewhat embarrassed that he brought up this topic in the first place. “I mean,” He added hastily. “I don’t want you going out and getting sick. I’ve got a towel and a spare toothbrush. You can take a shower, change into my t-shirt and a smaller pair of boxers. And I can take the couch if you’re not comfortable with sharing a bed.”

It was a very tempting proposal. You nibbled on your bottom lip, silently wondering whether it was too soon for you to sleep over at Mark’s. He did make a strong argument, though, and judging by the violent whacking of raindrops against the glass doors and windows, the rain outside was relentless and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Staying dry and warm within the comforts of your boyfriend’s home definitely beats walking back in the rain. “Alright then,” You replied finally, putting a nervous and embarrassed Mark out of his misery.

“Okay.” He replied without missing a beat. “Sure, cool.” An awkward air hung above your heads at the thought of you spending the night at his place, of saying good night and good morning to each other in person. It was the next step in your relationship; yet doing domestic things like brushing your teeth next to each other and exchanging kisses filled with morning breath excited him to no end.

“But like,” You paused, uncertain. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch. If that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, totally okay with me.” Mark said quickly, barely containing his smile. He tried to feed you another piece of chicken, unable to handle the awkwardness any longer. “Here, have some more.”

Mark stirred awake as his mind registered a ticklish, cold sensation near the bottom of his neck. Reluctantly, he blinked away the last traces of sleep from his eyes and stole a glance towards the source of his discomfort.

His eyes laid upon your sleeping figure and your face, framed by your mildly dishevelled hair, resting upon his chest and left arm. Your mouth was agape, indicating that the wet patch close to his collarbone was a result of your drooling. A small hand was splayed possessively across his torso, while your legs did a good job of tangling themselves with his. Soft snores were released amidst the chirping of birds outside his window. Despite the fact that he had lost all sensation in his left arm and was starting to get uncomfortably warm from the body heat you were emitting, he stayed as still as possible to admire you for a little longer.

Mark couldn’t stop beaming at the sight. He wouldn’t mind waking up to this every single day for the rest of his life.

So far, he had learned three things on your third date: you brushed your teeth in the funniest and most adorable way possible, you clung to him like a teddy bear in your sleep, and you were a heavy, heavy drooler.

It was almost as if you could sense him teasing you in his head. Just as he was preoccupying himself with counting your long and plentiful eyelashes, your body shifted in search of a comfier position. Mark thought it wasn’t physically possible for two bodies to get any closer, but you somehow managed to position your entire body on top of his.

“Babe,” He croaked, his morning voice gravelly and rough.

You cracked an eyelid open slowly, trying to face him but digging your chin into his chest in the process. Mark wiggled slightly at the discomfort. “Morning.” You yawned, seemingly unaware of your current position.

“Good morning to you too. Listen, I always say that you’re the perfect size and the perfect weight for me, but right now, can you please do me a favour and roll off my body?”

You complied, landing onto the other side of Mark’s single bed with a soft groan. “Right, m’sorry. How long was I there for?” Mark noted with amusement that when you were awake, you were far less clingy in bed. It seemed like you were purposely trying to maintain a distance between the two of you by lying as far away from him as possible.

“Not long, don’t be sorry.” His arms worked its way around your upper body and pulled you closer to him, returning you to your original position. “I want cuddles. Don’t run away from me, you were so eager to get closer when you were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t…” You denied weakly, burying your face into his muscle tee. You inhaled a deep breath of his scent, a mixture of fabric softener and vanilla body wash. It was familiar and comforting, which lulled you back into your slumber.

Mark chuckled as he sensed your body relax in his arms and heard your breathing deepen once more. “C’mere, gimme my morning kiss before you fall asleep again.”

Grumbling at the thought of Mark smelling your horrible breath, you leaned upwards to give him a quick peck. He wasn’t satisfied though, and held your head close to his, deepening the kiss with an expert flick of his tongue against your chapped lips. Sleepy and defenceless, you let him have his way with you. It was a slow, lazy make out session, but it still managed to leave you breathless. The two of you smiled in bliss once you pulled away.

“Okay, satisfied. Go sleep some more, sleepyhead.”

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you-can-call-me-wanda · 4 years

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Sleep Talking

Pairing: Kelly Nickels x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: How many times can I write “I love you” in a single imagine? The world may never know.

It was hot.

You tossed and turned in the bed, unable to fall asleep. You were sleeping over at your boyfriend’s apartment which unfortunately had a broken AC unit. Why you had agreed to stay the night you didn’t know. The lack of air conditioning made the LA heat unbearable. You kicked the sheets off of your legs and sighed. You turned to look over at Kelly who was laying next to you sleeping peacefully.

Bastard, you thought to yourself. How can anyone sleep in this heat?

You propped yourself up on your elbows and wiped the back of your hand across your sweaty forehead. Then, you plopped back down onto your back and huffed, frustrated with your inability to catch some shut eye.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked at your boyfriend again. “Kelly?” you asked. “Did I wake you up?”

Your boyfriend didn’t answer though. He just let out a small grumble and a snore. He was clearly still asleep. He must have just been sleep talking. You waited silently in the darkness to hear if he would say anything else, but he was quiet after that.

Your eyelids were finally starting to get heavy when he spoke again.

“Mmm okay,” he mumbled.

“What did you say?” you whispered, becoming more alert. You checked to make sure his eyes were still closed. They were. He had not woken up.

“Hm (Y/N)?” he hummed sleepily.

“Yeah baby?” You smiled to yourself, finding the fact that Kelly recognized your voice in his sleep to be kind of adorable.

“I don’t want to.”

You pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle your giggle. Kelly was practically pouting in his sleep. “Don’t want to what?” you asked.

“Huh, I’m going to,” he started before interrupting himself with a snore. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Miss me?” you chuckled. “Why? Where are you going?”

“Mmmmm.” You couldn’t make what his response was to your question.

“Kelly?”

“(Y/N) hmmm.” You strained to hear him speak and was able to make out your name again.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” He slurred, a faint smile gracing his peaceful expression.

You froze. He loved you. Kelly had just said he loved you. That had never happened before. The two of you had only been dating for a few months now and while you were sure that you did in fact love him, the words had never been spoken aloud by either of you. Your stomach filled with butterflies.

“You do?” you asked.

He didn’t respond this time though. He had returned to a deeper sleep, one where he didn’t seem to be able to hear you anymore. Now you lay awake, not only because of the heat, but because of the rapid pitter patter of your heart and the ache in your cheeks from smiling so wide for so long.

When you awoke the next morning, you remembered right away what Kelly had told you in his sleep the night prior. You were surprised you had managed to fall asleep with all the excitement you had been feeling but were happy to have gotten in some rest. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you took note of your boyfriend still laying in bed and snoozing soundly.

As quietly as you could, so you didn’t disturb him, you crept out of bed and down the hallway of his apartment and to the kitchen. Kelly didn’t have a lot of food in his refrigerator or cabinets, but you found a carton of eggs and some cheese and veggies that hadn’t yet gone bad and decided you could make a nice breakfast of omelets.

You got to work preparing the food, beating the eggs and chopping the vegetables. As you started cooking up the first omelet, you heard Kelly down the hall getting out of bed. You kept your eyes focused on the frying pan as he slowly made his way from the bedroom and to the kitchen where you were.

You only caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye before he was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on your shoulder. You were acutely aware of his bare chest pressed flush against your back. You took a second to glance back at him and noted that he was still only dressed in his boxer shorts.

“Smells good,” he commented, voice a little croaky from having just woken up. He pressed a small kiss to your neck before releasing his hold on you. “What’s the occasion?”

You chuckled and shook your head as he took up residence leaning against the counter next to you. “No occasion,” you said. “I just wanted to cook us breakfast is all.” You sent a smile his way.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood,” he said, laughing lightly.

You thought back to Kelly’s unconscious confession and felt the warmth in your chest swell again. “Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess I am. Now go sit. I should be done with these soon.”

Only a few minutes later, you were carrying the plates over to the table and placing one down in front of Kelly.

“Thanks babe,” he said, already digging in.

“Of course.” You leaned down and pecked his forehead before sitting down across from him.

The two of you ate in relative silence, with Kelly busy stuffing his face and you busy watching him and thinking of the night before and the new information you now held. Finally, Kelly looked up and caught your lovestruck staring.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“It’s nothing,” you started. “Well, it’s just, I- I love you too.”

There. You had finally said it, the four words that had been on your mind all morning. I love you too.

Kelly almost choked on his mouthful of eggs. “You- you what?” he spluttered.

His reaction had you feeling a tad nervous, but you did not let your resolve crumble. “I said that I love you,” you spoke gently. “I love you Kelly.”

“You do?” He was looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I have for a while now.”

“Oh,” Kelly said, sitting back further in his seat looking stunned. “I love you too.”

There were those damn butterflies again. “I know,” you said.

Now Kelly looked even more confused. “I- you know?”

You bit back a grin as you nodded your head. “Yeah. You were talking in your sleep last night and you told me,” you informed him.

To your surprise, Kelly’s cheeks turned a bit pink. “I was sleep talking?” he asked, seeming astounded.

“Mhm,” you answered. “And you told me you loved me.”

“Oh, um, and you heard me?” he stammered.

“Duh,” you answered. “Look, Kelly, if it’s too soon-”

“No!” he practically shouted, cutting you off. “No. It’s not too soon. I love you (Y/N). Really, I do. It’s just that I had kinda been trying to come up with a special way to tell you,” he confessed.

“Special way to tell me?” Now you were the one who wasn’t sure what was going on.

“You know, like a fancy date or something. Maybe take you to the beach at sunset or tell you at the top of the ferris wheel.”

“But you hate heights,” you pointed out, not knowing what else to say.

“I know. But you would have found it romantic right?”

“Maybe,” you replied. “But you didn’t need to try and do any of that. I love you because you’re you, not because of any fancy date.”

“I guess I know that now. I must have been thinking of it all so much lately that I dreamt about it last night.”

“God, I love you,” you breathed. Everything Kelly was telling you was making your heart swell even more. The idea that he wanted to wait for the perfect moment to tell you was so sweet. You got up from your seat and crossed the floor to him in two short strides. You plopped down onto his lap, straddling your legs on either side of him. You cupped his face in your hands and gazed deeply into his eyes. “I love you.”

“So you keep saying,” he said, beginning to smirk. “So, you’re sure you don’t mind that I confessed my love to you in my sleep?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Christ Kelly. Stop talking and just kiss me.”

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