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warmau · 3 years

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love languages x day6

*this post was commissioned | commissioner asked for something loving + warm.....so here is something overly cheesy indulgent and hopefully warm

sungjin

acts of service

doesn’t think twice about peeling all of the tangerines himself and sharing the halves with you without a word - just one slice for you, one slice for him

can’t leave you alone when you’re cooking or cleaning.

you tell him he’s busy from all of the bands schedules and he should just let you do it for once but a moment later

he’s standing beside you and chopping vegetables or he’s snatching the broom from you before you can even get started

you don’t complain too much though, he does look really cute in the kitchen apron

a man of little words he literally does all of this because he wants to say he loves and appreciates you but the words don’t come out easy like they might for other members

so when you’re alone and you tell him you love him you cant really get worked up over the fact that he barely mumbles something into your hair

because he’s shy about it - but he’s not shy about getting up first and bringing the cup of coffee to you in bed

people don’t give him as much credit as they should, which frustrates you, because sungjin is the kind of boyfriend and just the kind of friend who will bend over backwards for the people he cares for

from lugging all the instruments around, helping members with suitcases, or volunteering himself for the short end of the stick in bad situations

sometimes it gets so bad you have to put your hands on his face and steady him and be like sungjin, no. the boys can handle it without you.

and he’s like but im the leader-

and youre like shhhhhhhh before i kiss you so hard you cant breath for the next five minutes

and sungjin stares at you with those big brown eyes and hes kinda like well now im just gonna say something so you do tha-oH

you and him get like an hour alone before he has to leave on tour and it is supposed to be full of sweet words and i miss yous

and sungjin just comes in with a bag full of groceries and you’re like is that for your tour

and he’s like oh no this is some stuff that i noticed you needed from last time

and you’re like babe you’re leaving in like thirty minutes stop thinking about things to do for me

and he just looks at you and says; “i can’t stop, im always going to be thinking about what i can do for you.”

just another way of saying ill miss you and i love you suppose LOL

jae

words of affirmation

will never admit it out loud but if someone isn’t telling him he’s doing a good job. he will die.

and guess who gets that job? you - the second jae fell in love with you (and he do so very clumsily) you have been hired

jae does this kind of little look over his shoulder at you whenever he does something he thinks is cool or fun and you have dated for a while so immediately you’re like

“that was amazing come here” and he trots over with literal hearts spinning around his head (youngk gagging in the distance)

but if you miss the little beat then jae just looks like a puppy that got left out in the rain until you rush over to do damage control LOL

with work or anything like that it’s this sort of playful thing between you two

where you’re like jae you are the best at skateboarding. singing. playing guitar. all of it. and he’s like am i the best? really? and you’re like YES THE BEST

but the real affirmation he chases from you is the guarantee that you ........ love him

some people like to be close without words, some people can talk with their hands or gestures

but jae wants it said - and you are happy to oblige

kiss him all you want and not like he’s gonna not enjoy it but when you say something about how he makes you the happiest person on earth well some things are just better you know?

when you say this stuff to him while you’re ontop of him and jae just - eyes rolling back but let’s move on

when days are really bad or jae is not in a good mood everyone has learned that the cure for him is your voice

so sungjin calls you and even if jae tries to be like IM FINE sungjin puts you on speaker and is like “please cheer him up and be as gushy as possible in front of all of us”

you: “jae you know i adore you and you’re my pumpkin pie sweeti-”

jae skidding across the table to take you off speaker: “I WILL TALK TO THEM IN THE OTHER ROOM-”

he scurries out to listen to you coo to him privately and the rest of day6 is like waiting

and jae comes back, shining like a sunbeam until dowoon is like

“so pumpkin pie sweetie are you feeling ok?”

jae about to fling the phone at dowoon before sungjin is like HEY-

youngk

quality time

seems like a total homebody hermit who is like leave me be im ok living in solitude like a monk on a mountain

but the reality is that if he loves someone, and he loves you, if you two cant have that time together - he just feels wrong

like the gravity around everything else he is doing is just off centered

and everyone can tell because it is like a raincloud just starts following him around

and also - he gets very grumpy

jae teases him and is like awwwwwww do you miss your s/o are you getting all saaaaaaaad

and youngk is like shuttup no im not im fine

sungjin (who has a brain) is like no he’s literally going through withdrawal and then hits your number on the speed dial

he’s ok with group dates and being around the band and your other friends but there is really nothing like one on one intimacy to him

and that could literally be as innocent as sitting in the back of an empty bus, holding hands and sharing each other as pillows

to locking the bedroom door and falling over onto his sheets

tries to be slick about it though and texts you like “wanna come over?” and you’re like “oh ;)” and he’s like “........jae will be in the other room don’t lose your mind in the gutter”

but plot twist jae is not in the other room actually youngk has bribed everyone to be gone for an hour or two and you well

you pretend not to notice for your easily flustered boyfriends sake

gets the softest when you are alone ........ he puts up a front around others but if it is just you

running your fingers through his hair and listening to him sigh happily in your neck

that’s when the tender words like “i can’t live without you” come out

funnily enough he’ll say something so beautiful just for you to hear and when you kinda hear a similar sound lyric in day6s next album you’re like oh? was i inspiration?

youngk getting red down to his neck: NO?

wonpil begs you guys to do more PDA or something because he’s a sucker for love and sometimes he feels like you guys hold back

and youngk is like if you want to live another day-

jkjk

you just hold youngk’s hand and tell wonpil not to worry, once everyone is gone and it’s just you two, it is actually quite romantic

everyone is like we cant imagine youngk being sweet

but he really is, he cherishes you so much and he needs you to himself far away from the world and all its stress

what im saying is yes he seems like he’d be like leave me alone but like dont leave the room im in and actually just stay right here in his lap

wonpil

receiving gifts

and not in a materialistic kind of way but in a “im always thinking about you” way

there is no feeling like seeing wonpil after a long time and the first thing you do after running into his arms is going “i got you something while you were away!”

and as nice as big, expensive, frilly gifts on holidays are - what wonpil really loves the most is when you drop something in his hands and tell him you noticed he needed it

“oh, i remember you said you didn’t have anymore bandaids at the studio” “you should take sunscreen with you - here i got you some” “you’ve had that old jacket for so long, let’s go get you a new one for the winter.”

everytime you say something so casually to him, it just makes the inside of his heart burst because

you are always listening to him, observing him, thinking about his needs

and if that’s not love then. well.

you staring at a bunch of tickets and receipts in a box in wonpils room: what is this.........

wonpil: it’s from all our dates! they’re the gifts of the good memories!

you trying not to cry because he’s the cutest person on earth: o-oh

lmao jae will sometimes have to stop wonpil if they’re packing for a tour because wonpil could fit a suitcase full of stuff you’ve either given him or he got with you like

wonpil: im taking the blender. me and my love bought it at ikea three months ago

jae: im sure the hotels will have blenders...........

he attributes sentimental value to anything you touch really and wonpil can be overwhelming in all aspects of love

he likes touching you, he likes giving you uplifting words, he likes doing things for and he of course wants to spend every second with you

but something about having things that are shared

or just his because you gave it to him ............ another level

but don’t be fooled. he showers you in twice as much because he wants you to feel that same thing he feels everytime

dowoon

physical touch

hand is on you. on your shoulder. on your waist. on the top of your head if need be.

he will try to inch down from your waist when he thinks no one is looking before sungjin is grabbing him by the ear like boy - i taught you better

you: it’s fine i dont mind

dowoon: *:P intensifies*

but really he is like an overactive puppy when it comes to you because wow you are tangible and you love him and he loves you why cant he touch you every. second. of. the. day.

the funny thing is when you first started dating it was nothing like this - dowoon can be shyer than most and so it took him close to two weeks to gather the courage to hold your hand first

but now that it is comfortable and established it’s like he cannot live without it

kisses? gotta have them, before the set. after the set. when you wake up together in the morning. before you go to sleep.

you pushing his face away like you have morning breath and he’s like i will kiss you if my life depends on it

you also have noticed that if you are in a situation together where touching would be super inappropriate or something

dowoon will find a way to make contact. he will either play with the fabric of something you’re wearing or he’ll bump your hands together when you reach for something

part of you assumes he’s just being cheeky, but the reality is that touching for dowoon does so more than any words or gifts or anything

because you cannot lie through a touch - he either feels your warmth or he doesn’t

and when he doesn’t, life just sucks plain and simple

youngk: “jesus you’re on each other like a bad rash”

jae: “you sound jealous”

dowoon and you: “true youngk you do sound jealous.”

youngk grumbling: “young people....................”

there probably hasn’t ever been a moment where you’re ordering something at a fastfood place and dowoon is like order for me too and youre like do it yourself and hes like im busy and youre like busy doing what and hes hugging you from behind and hes like idk im busy holding my entire world now can you tell them i dont want pickles

#day6 scenarios #day6 au #day6 #jae au #youngk au #dowoon au #wonpil au #sungjin au #writing commissions

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Top Shelf: Chapter 18- Inscribed with Love (and a sprinkle of Sugar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Bookshop/Bartender/Baking AU)

Word Count: 1,946

Summary: The bookshop is doing great and your exhausted from it all, but ready to take the next step.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Hope you’re all doing wonderfully! So I think there will only be two more chapters left. I can’t believe it and I cannot thank you enough for your continued love and support. You’re the reason I keep this up. The restaurant they go to in this chapter is called Tia Pol (so yum) and you can check it out here. Thank you all for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Soft fluffy, happy fluff, exciting news and events, lots of yay :)

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Bucky gives you one last glance before he walks toward the door, smiling at the crowd while he unlocks it. A loud cheer erupts from outside and you squeal at your position behind the counter. Everyone files in, the happy exclamations over the new space ringing out over the noise of footsteps. Nat and Peggy make a beeline for you, jumping up and down and talking a mile a minute. They’ve seen the space throughout the renovations, but you didn’t let anyone see the final product until now.

You see Grandma Betty pull Bucky down for a hug. They embrace for a long time and when she releases him, he wipes at his eyes while she blots her own with a tissue. At the same time, they turn and look your way, smiling brightly as you wave. Bucky brings her to you and then walks back to the door to greet some newcomers.

She reaches over the counter and takes your hands, “this is more than I ever could have hoped for. “It’s so beautiful. I’m so proud of you both and so very happy. James would be in love.” The tears that threatened to fall only moments ago are now running hot down your cheeks. You hastily wipe them away and lean over to hug her. “Thank you. Nothing makes me happier than to know you’re happy.”

Gently patting your back, she releases you, holding her hand over your cheek. “Ok, now that we’ve had a good cry, let’s eat!” With a twinkle in your eye you take a plate and put a piece of everything you have on it. “Let me know what you think about all of it. I need to know what’s good enough to keep!” She shuffles off with a full plate and happy smile and you look up to see a grinning Steve and Sam.

“Hey guys! What can I getcha?!” Sam’s eyebrow shoots up and he checks out the display. Steve slaps his shoulder and says, “one of everything of course!” Sam pipes up quick, “make that two!” You fill their plates and yell at them to share with Nat and Peggy as they walk away. The rest of the day goes by in a flash, a steady stream of customers coming in the whole time.

Tony stops in at the end of the day and from the look on his face you can tell he’s happy. “Well, look at you kids! The desserts are almost gone, most tables are full and you both look exhausted. Successful first day I take it?” You lean your head on Bucky’s shoulder and deflate, “you can say that again. I saved you some goodies!”

Handing him the plate you follow him to one of the few empty seats and take a small break. It isn’t long before Bucky has to make some more coffee and you have a couple asking for some pumpkin bread to go. Tony finishes his dessert and praises your baking before heading out, promising to come back with Pepper later in the week.

When Bucky finally turns the open sign over to closed it’s after 8pm and you’re dead on your feet. “I can’t wait to shower! I smell like a pumpkin doused in sweaty cinnamon.” Bucky’s face contorts into a perplexed look before he bursts out laughing, running over to smell you. “Yep. Totally sweaty cinnamon pumpkin. Deeeeelicious!”

Taking off your apron and throwing it at his face you head to the back to grab your stuff. “I’m going home to shower! You’re mean.” Bucky quickly grabs you around the waist and pulls you in close. “Can I come?” Trying and failing to resist his charm you shake your head no. He pouts, kissing you before saying, “please? I’ll wash your hair!” Your face lights up and you shoo him off to get his backpack.

The whole walk home you’re riding the last bits of energy from the day, just barely making it up the steps and into your apartment. You shed your clothes by the door and rush into the bathroom, turning the water on hot and stepping under the soothing stream. Bucky slides in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. He starts massaging the shampoo into your hair and you slump against him, moaning under the pressure of his fingertips. “Aren’t you glad you let me come home with you.”

Humming through the magic of his hands you turn in his arms, carefully cracking an eye open to avoid the shampoo. “You knew I was gonna let you come; I hate the nights we spend apart.” He pushes the hair from your face and continues gently rubbing his fingers over your scalp. “Me too, baby. In fact, why do we spend any nights apart?”

You lean your head back and let the water wash away the soap, handing him the conditioner. “I don’t know actually. Other than the fact that neither of our apartments are that big and we don’t have all our stuff at each place.” He smooths the conditioner through your hair and twists it around his fingers, using it to tug you close. “Why don’t we put all our stuff in one bigger place?”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” With one step he has your back against the cool tiles, his wet body flush to yours, “yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You trace your finger over his lips, kissing off the droplets of water, “I’d love to be your roommate.” He gives you the biggest smile you’ve seen all day and rests his forehead to yours. “I love you.” You pour those same words back in a kiss, suddenly feeling like getting dirty before you finish getting clean.

The rest of the week goes by just as fast as Monday and by the time Friday rolls around, Bucky falls face first onto the couch and groans into the pillow, “thank god Sam gave me the night off.” You land on top of him with barely an oof and reach around for the remote. “It’s under my legs I think,” Bucky’s muffled voices says from the pillow. “Pffft forget it. Maybe we should keep looking for apartments.”

Bucky’s hand shoots up and he gives you a thumbs up, “ok babe, let’s do it.” Neither of you move to get up. “You have to get up y/n.” You curl up and take the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over you both just as Bucky shifts onto his side and lets you fall into the space between him and the couch cushions. Snuggling up in his arms you rest your head on his chest and promptly fall asleep.

Early Winter (couple of months later) …

“Oh man, what is that amazing smell!” Bucky’s words float through the sugar and spice scented air before he even has the door closed to your new apartment. “What are you making baby doll?” He slides up behind you and pulls you against his chest, kissing your neck and cheek in greeting. “Hi baby. I’m working on that new gingerbread cookie recipe. They are great for making fun Holiday shapes and easy to decorate! Wanna try?”

He opens his mouth as an answer, and you pop a gingerbread man head in. “Wow. This guy tastes delicious!” You giggle and clap your hands together happily, getting back to rolling out more dough. “How was everything at the shop today?” you ask, while working to get the right thickness for the dough. “Great. Everyone who came in said they’re really looking forward to the new desserts you have planned. I still can’t believe how well it’s all going. Who knew coffee and cake is all we needed to make people want to buy books?”

Handing him the rest of the gingerbread man’s body you say, “I know. Sometimes I can’t believe it either. We’ve been so busy I still haven’t finished unpacking the last of the boxes!” Turning his way with the roller in hand you give him a look sweeter than the cookie. “Do you think you could take a weekend off from the bar soon and maybe we could finish the unpacking and hanging pictures and even go on a date?”

Bucky eyes the rolling pin in your hand and you realize you’re standing there looking like you might knock him over the head with it if he’s says no. You both burst out laughing and he takes it from your hands. “Yes. I can definitely do that. Just don’t threaten me with a rolling pin anymore!” With a kiss to his lips you quietly say, “if you think that was threatening, you haven’t seen anything yet!”

You finally get your weekend off a couple of weeks later and it’s just what you both needed. The boxes get emptied and the pictures get hung and Saturday night finds you dressed up and out at one of your favorite Spanish restaurants Tia Pol. “Try this Buck, it’s amazing.” Holding the fork up he takes a bite, closing his eyes and humming at the delicious taste. “Oh man, you’re right, so good!”

“I have a bridesmaid dress fitting next week, I’m so happy Peggy let us pick our own dresses!” A sly smile grows over Bucky’s face. “I can’t wait to see you in it, what does it look like?” You wave a dismissive hand, “oh you’ll just have to wait! And don’t you guys have to do your tux fitting soon?” Bucky nods through a mouthful, “yup, couple of weeks.”

“I can’t believe it’s only two months away! This will definitely be a memorable Valentine’s Day!” Bucky takes a drink of wine, eyeing you over the glass. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He takes your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles, smiling softly. “I’m looking forward to it. I’m just happy I get to spend it with you.” He lifts your hand and kisses it, making you giggle. “Me too. It’s going to be amazing.”

Valentine’s Day/Steve and Peggy’s Wedding…

“Peggy, I…you look perfect, just perfect!” You try to get the words out without letting the tears fall but it’s no use, carefully blotting your eyes in the hopes of not ruining your make up. Peggy points a stern finger your way. “If you make me cry again, I’ll stab you!” Nat giggles and fixes Peggy’s veil, holding back her own tears. “It’s time ladies,” the bridal attendant says softly, helping the three of you line up. Nat walks out first, and you watch as the smile spreads across her face the moment her foot hits the runner.

You wait for the attendant to motion for you to go and begin taking the small steps out of the room. You haven’t seen Bucky all day and you can’t wait. You take that first step into the aisle and search the front, his gaze instantly finding yours as you make you way to him. Your eyes never leave his and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You’re so overwhelmed with happiness, for your friends, for you and Bucky and you just want to cry again.

His eyes tell you everything as you continue to stare at each other from across the altar. He mouths, “I love you,” and you do the same back, letting out a deep breath to quell the tears. The bridal march starts and you reluctantly look away, your eyes now focused on Steve who looks so completely in love that you feel the first tear run down you cheek, this moment one you will never forget.

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chaotic-noceur · 4 years

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pedro boys + IKEA headcanons

warnings: swearing, food, javi’s has one line of suggestive content

a/n: so this is what happens when you put @din-damn-djarin @ezrasarm and I in a group chat together when two of us are bored and one of us has just been to IKEA... enjoy! (We had too much fun writing this)

Din Djarin

Agreed to do it because it sounded like a cute couples activity

But then you actually do it

He can’t get his gloved fingers in between the creases

The Allen key keeps falling out of his hand

He can’t see anything through the bucket on his head

He storms off eventually saying he’ll fix it later

He comes back to find you sitting amongst the scattered mess

Yodito’s in your lap, turning the Allen key with surprising ease

Din swears he’s cheating with the Force

Don’t get him started on the actual trip

You drop Yodito off at the kiddies playground thing

Din goes running back not even 5 minutes later because he is sTrEsSeD™

You lose Yodito in the maze anyways

Several times

Din loses 10 years of life every time he realises

But he keeps showing up in empty flower pots

...and levitating stuffed animals into the cart

Din doesn’t have the heart to put them back

You get back to the ship with a bag full of toys

Din swears you are never going back there again

But when he realises you didn’t actually get everything you needed

He refrains from slamming his head into the nearest wall

☾☾☾☾☾

Ezra

Is indifferent about the actual shopping part

Loves spending time with you though so he will go anywhere you take him

Is personally offended that the books in the showroom are props

Throws an excessive amount of scented candles into the cart

*deep inhale*

“Ezra. Babe. WE DO NOT NEED MORE WE ALREADY HAVE 20”

“But this one smells like ‘afternoon escape’, we need it”

Will ramble about the “dire importance” of this candle until you give in

Knows exactly how everything should fit together

But “I CAN’T DO IT WITH ONE ARM GODDAMNIT”

*hurls the Allen key across the pod*

Takes to hovering over your shoulder as you assemble it

Makes everything more complicated with his fancy vocabulary

You’re getting annoyed but he can’t help it

“No that goes there” “The other way”

“DO IT YOURSELF THEN SINCE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips

The teasing smile on his face drops instantly

You’re stuttering out an apology before either of you can move

“I- I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” He giggles

This time you’re the one who wants to chuck an Allen key…

...At his head

“You should’ve seen your face!”

☾☾☾☾☾

Frankie Morales

Going to IKEA with Frankie turns into an entire day trip

He refuses to let you leave until you get meatballs

It takes you 3 hours to get to the checkout

Because he gets distracted by everything

“Come feel this bath mat!”

“Do we need new knives?”

You try out every piece of furniture in the showroom

He doesn’t let you touch the tape measure because “it keeps giving me paper cuts”

You end up buying twice as much stuff as you originally planned on getting

Insists that everything will fit in his truck

It does...barely (but only if you end up sitting on one of the boxes...no one has to know)

Swears that he doesn’t need help carrying anything

You step in when you see him dragging a box through the door, clearly labelled ‘fragile’

He’s good with his hands so he loves building it

It’s like therapy for him

If he’s in a good mood, he tosses the instructions out because “I can fly a helicopter and shoot a target a mile away. I don’t need instructions.”

10 minutes later, he’s digging through the garbage looking for it

He tries to pretend he’s just emptying the garbage bin

But you see right through him and hold the crumbled sheet up with the biggest smirk on your face

☾☾☾☾☾

Javier Peña

Does not have time for this bullshit

Hates the concept of IKEA

“Who turns a furniture store into a fucking maze?!”

Is complaining the whole time about how you don’t need new furniture

“Your couch cushions are basically two layers of fabric.”

Wants it to magically assemble itself

“I paid 60 dollars for this and it isn’t even built?!”

But also refuses to let you touch anything

Loses his patience in 0.5 seconds

But would rather be shot dead than read the instruction manual

“I take down entire drug cartels for a living. I can build a fucking couch.”

Spoiler alert: He cannot.

“Get these out of here” *instructions go flying out the window*

“How did you lose all the spare screws?!” “I’ll give you a spare screw” he grumbles

You both wind up binge eating pepparkaka (IKEA ginger snaps) on the floor shamefully because you couldn’t figure out how to put the legs on your chairs

You also may have called Steve to help

Steve can’t stop laughing at your pathetic attempts

Until he tries it

He ends up calling Connie

She gets the whole thing done in 10 minutes flat

☾☾☾☾☾

Marcus Pike

Loves the idea of building IKEA furniture with you

Because he thinks it’s the boyfriend-ly thing to do

He insists that he knows what he’s doing

But in reality, he hasn’t got the foggiest clue what’s going on

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PIECES?!”

“tHeRe aRe nO wOrDs iN tHe iNsTrUcTiOnS?!”

He also has no spatial awareness which means not only can he not figure out how the pieces fit together, but he also keeps tripping over everything

He just about wiped out on a piece of cardboard

“How are you an FBI agent?! You have no stealth whatsoever!”

You try really hard not to laugh when he can’t figure out why the Allan key won’t fit

(He was using it backwards)

“They trust you with a gun?!”

Eventually you can’t stand watching him struggle anymore

You delegate him to DJ-ing while you take over

It takes you hours to assemble what should have taken you half an hour at most

But you’re not even mad about it

You’re having too much fun

He won’t stop dancing around you like a dork to ABBA

(Which isn’t distracting at all)

☾☾☾☾☾

Oberyn Martell

Would not be caught dead building IKEA furniture

He has people to do that for him

“We don’t need more furniture Dove”

Refuses to entertain the thought of going to IKEA

“IKEA could not compete with Dorne’s craftsmen”

You end up sneaking out with Ellaria

Ellaria is on ‘distract Oberyn’ duty while you assemble the chair as quickly as possible

He figures out something is going on when Ellaria does everything imaginable to stop him from leaving

He’s not complaining but his curiosity has peaked and he will not be kept in the dark about the events taking place in his own castle

You hurl the newly assembled chair across the room when the door flies open

It splinters apart on impact with the floor

He’s smirking at you from the doorway

“I did warn you my love”

A week later, Dorne’s best craftsman is going head to head with you, Ellaria and another box of IKEA furniture

The entirety of the royal staff are watching as the competition unfolds

They’ve placed bets on who would win

You and Ellaria work seamlessly to assemble your “pathetic excuse for furniture”

He’s lying if he says he doesn’t find it a little attractive

You both refuse to talk to him for a week when he picks the Dornish furniture

☾☾☾☾☾

Whiskey

Loves going IKEA shopping with you

You make your first trip a few weeks after moving in together

You’re just putting plates into the cart when he freezes

Images of your future together start falling into place in his mind and he panics

He never thought he’d find something like this again… not after his late wife

This is real now

“Earth to Jack,” you call, waving your hand in front of his face

When you ask him what’s wrong, he chokes out a ‘nothing’

You don’t push it, he’ll tell you when he’s ready

He burns the instructions as soon as you get home

“Darling, I’m part of a secret intelligence agency. I can handle a few nuts and bolts.”

He lives to regret that statement as soon as he lays out all the pieces

But he’s too stubborn to ask for help

You can tell he has no idea what he’s doing but you go along with it

You hand him misnamed parts and tools when he asks for them and you breakdown cardboard boxes when he tosses them carelessly to the side

The radio’s playing in the background but neither of you are paying it any attention

Three hours pass before he proudly presents his masterpiece to you

“See that wasn’t so ba-“

It collapses to pieces the moment he tosses the Allen key he had been using on top of it triumphantly

He swears he’s reading every single word diagram next time

You’re dozing off in his arm on the mattress on the floor (the bed frame in a dozen unassembled pieces around you) when he tells you he loves you for the first time

“I love you too.”

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Mine: Epilogue

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: I mean... angst. Word Count: 1,771. Chapter Summary: When one door closes. A/N: Just like the prologue we aren’t in Dean’s POV for this. Also I’m an anarchist so yeah, two chapters in one night!

Ao3 if you prefer

She runs like her life depends on every step, which it kind of does. She doesn’t know if he’s catching up with her. She doesn’t even know if he’s opened his eyes again. For all she knows she could have killed him, she could be a murderer fleeing the scene of the crime.

It’s difficult to know where she is going. She’d got lost in here before but the bunker is especially endless when fear is her compass. And she had no idea exactly where in the bunker her prison had been. How far is she from the bedrooms or the library? Her heart pounds harder the further she runs. Panting, struggling breaths echo down the empty corridors. On at least one occasion she could swear she’s retracing her own steps after a wrong turn.

It’s a lifetime of shattered nerves and running but she finally recognizes something. It's the library she dubbed Alexandria. The tables she called her dining room. The illuminated map she had touched like it held the promise of exploration. The room is so safe that she stops like she’s already free. Or she has to before her lungs explode.

Her things are a fleeting concern. While she’s trying to steady her labored breathing. While she’s bent over herself with her hands leaving red welts in her knees where she’s resting her body weight on them. Only then does her mind decide to ask if she should worry about her possessions. Most of her stuff is in storage anyway because everything happened so quickly. But there are some things scattered in his bedroom. A necklace her grandmother gave her is on his nightstand. It’s not worth much except for the memories of the woman it holds. Her phone, if he didn’t destroy it, is in the room too. There are some clothes she loves. Some of her favorite books.

Nothing is the most valuable thing she has but everything together feels like all that she owns. The trinkets she deemed she couldn’t live without. The one box she dared move in with before going any further.

None of it is worth risking going back.

There’s a creak that could be one of the old machines. Or it could be him coming for her. The fact that she hears the noise at all means the blood pumping through her veins isn’t ringing in her ears anymore. It means she needs to move.

Without her phone, this will be hard and she almost changes her tactic. She could go to the garage and steal a car. He owed her that at the very least. Her fear gets the better of that plan. It’s too much of a risk to go back into the belly of the beast. The garage means first venturing deeper into the bunker and he knows it better than her. If he is coming for her already then he’d sniff her out before she ever managed to grab a set of keys.

The front door. It wasn’t quiet and it meant leaving on foot with nothing but the clothes on her back. It’s the only choice though. The bunker isn’t too far outside of Lebanon. And if she remembers from the few times she did the journey it’s not completely without cover. She thinks at least. There were a few trees? A few hiding places in case he comes looking for her on the way.

It doesn't matter, that's how she's leaving. The front door is the closest and most immediate way out of this tomb.

She’d take the stairs two at a time if her legs were long enough. She has to settle for running up them double speed instead. Well, half running and half dragging herself up them with her hands clinging to the cold metal as she climbs.

At the top, the bunker door opens. Sam.

She recoils at first, the sight of any Winchester is enough to send her spiraling in her current state, but Sam is the normal one. Sam was the one who asked if they were moving to fast. Sam didn’t lock her in a room, chain her up and keep her as a possession.

“Y/N?! I haven't seen you in a while? Are you ok? Dean said you had a fight.” His concern is honest and confirms her suspicions. Sam has no idea she’s been here the whole time. He's worried about finding her here. He’s innocent in all this. He’ll help her.

But she’s still wary of saying too much. The brothers have a bond and she’s practically a stranger. “Sam, I need to… I need to go. I’ll explain soon, but right now I’m going.” She won’t ever get a chance to actually explain. She has no intention of seeing either man ever again. He doesn’t need to know that.

He puts two concerned hands on her shoulders to calm her down and casts a worried look from up high. Sam wants to be sure she’s ok. She seems scared and broken. In no fit state to be walking out the door with nowhere to go. The way she flinches at his touch is proof of that. “Hey, hey. It’s ok. You’re ok.”

He has this way about him. She believes him despite everything. She believes that with or without his help she’ll be ok. He instills this confidence in her like a best friend might, no matter how little she really knows about him.

“I still need to go. He’s… I should…”

“Did you guys have another fight or something?”

If only it were that simple. If it was a fight she could sit down in the kitchen with a calming tea and talk it out. Or cool off for a day and come back to fix it. But she's only had two changes of clothes in the past five days and her throat still feels raw from screaming.

Before any more nonsentences escape her mouth she absentmindedly rubs her wrists. The raw lines that had been cuffed while she learned to behave. Until she learned that he was only trying to protect her.

Sam does not miss her action or the redness of her skin.

He exhales slowly. Disappointed. “I was afraid of this.” His voice carries genuine sorrow and his stomach drops.

“What?” She asks, terrified by the dread that ghosts it’s way up her spine. The confidence of a minute ago makes way for something ominous and heavy on her chest.

Sam takes back his hands and she notices the relief at not being held in place. It's dizzying, the feeling of someone letting go of her. The sense of freedom is like a drug. Sam turns back to the thick, heavy door of the bunker and she waits patiently. Any second now and that door will open with a metallic clang. She'll see daylight again, she'll taste the humid Kansas air on her lips.

There's another sound instead, one that she's not expecting. The sound of impending doom, her end, is marked with the click of a key in the lock. “I’m so, so sorry.” He mutters quietly although she hears it as a shout.

For what may be the last time ever she gains some confidence in herself, enough to speak up. “Sam, what are you talking about?”

He’s the normal one. He’ll help her. Her mantra is starting to wear thin.

“I need you to know I didn't want any of this,” he’s still not looking at her. One of his big hands is leaning against the door like he might collapse against it from sheer exhaustion. Him not being able to look at her should be the first hint of his betrayal. “I had no idea he’d gotten this far, again.”

"Sam, open the door. Please." The last vestiges of hope echo in her voice.

He swings around suddenly, possessed by a need to make you understand. “It’s not his fault. After Lisa, after everything...” Sam’s eyes dart around, wide and fearful. He’s not supposed to say her name. He hasn’t said it aloud in so long but Sam cannot stop himself trying to reason this all away, for her to hear. Sam may not like it but while Dean is focused on her, Sam needs to look after Dean. “He needs to protect you Y/N, what happened to her was an accident but he learned his lesson. Dean would never… Y/N he would never hurt you on purpose.”

There’s that word again. The one that has lost all meaning. Protect.

If she could make a noise she might gasp or squeak. She might scream even. Maybe she’d beg, plead or curse him out?

She doesn’t make another sound because of the hands that weigh heavy over her. Déjà vu. One covering her mouth before she can think to open it and one that wraps around her waist this time. The grip on her used to be loving and safe. A blanket of security but now it is tight and dangerous. She is pulled back into a strong chest harshly and back into the darkness she hoped to escape.

Manhattan, like many towns, has a local paper. It’s not Pulitzer Prize-winning but it exists for the community it fosters between residents. It’s two days after a missing person report is filed that the paper runs an article about a missing woman. Most recently a resident of Manhattan, Kansas.

The story is a blurb amongst a sea of terrible things happening in the world. A cautionary tale not to leave town because monsters exist beyond the city limits. There’s no larger pattern to her disappearance, nothing strange except the lack of clues, and the woman isn’t affluent or noteworthy. The story is simple, a brief synopsis of her, a chef on the rise, and the last time she was seen. It’s a plea for information. Unfortunately few people pay attention to the call to arms. Not many care about the missing woman.

Four weeks later a follow-up article is written. Article might be the wrong word. It’s a column hidden in the back. A few paprapgrahs that serve to fill an awkward space between other stories, rather than actually save a woman’s life. It states that the woman is still missing and, tragically, there's no new information. But the police have no leads and it's much easier to assume Y/N is simply another woman who doesn’t want to be found.

In the end, Y/N wanted nothing more than to be found before it was too late.

Tragically she never would be. If there’s one thing Dean Winchester knows how to do, it’s take care of his things.

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Thunderbirds Chapter 27

t/w light smut

I tried to give Jane a quick primer on tour life and rules of the bus while we carried our luggage down. I wished I'd had more time to prepare her, getting crammed into a moving metal box with a group of people that to her were more or less strangers was almost sure to be more than she was bargaining for, but Jared was right, she was in no shape to drive. Alone on quiet unchanging Midwestern highways like that would have done nothing but give her time to ramble around her brain and second guess every decision she had ever made, so it was either leave her here or load her up with us.

Our tour manager, Tony, was already waiting by the bus when we got there and he gave me a look of barely controlled panic when he saw me approaching with Jane, bags in hand. I didn't see Jared anywhere so I doubted anyone had been filled in on the situation yet. They must have been under the impression the two of them were still locked in mortal combat. As soon as I had handed off our gear I went to give Tony a quick explanation and reassure him there would be no fireworks, while I got in one last cigarette. He seemed unconvinced and continued to look around warily until Jared showed up and gave Jane a big hug before explaining the situation himself.

We had been so busy in spending the day sorting out Jane's mess then running to pack and change arrangements that we were the last ones to board. Everyone was pretty surprised to see Jane of course. I explained that she was just going to be with us until Chicago, but they gave me the same anxious looks that Tony had. Once Jared climbed on board though and reassured them that everything was copacetic they started with their antics, teasing all at once like a chaotic twisted chorus.

“Are you going to clear out the junk bunk or just squeeze her in with you?”

“They're little, they can share.”

“Great, a chick on board. Now I can't walk around with my dick out.”

“You walk around with your dick out and I'll fucking punch you in it.”

“Why aren't you guys fighting?”

“I know, that was fun right?”

“I liked it when she called him a whore. Call Jared a whore again Jane.”

I grumbled. “For fuck's sake guys don't run her off before we even get out of the parking lot.” I looked over at Jane but she was smiling at their antics. I suppose after 18 years of Roger it took a lot to ruffle her feathers. She gave me a sly sideways glance before responding.

“Jared knows he's a whore, he doesn't need me to remind him.” She winked at Jared when she said it and he smiled back at her. “And there's nothing little about Shannon.” Her wink was for me this time and her smile was getting bigger by the minute. God, it was great to see her smile. “As for your dicks....” she shrugged and gave a little laugh, “wave them around wherever you want to. It's not like I'll be able to see them. I didn't bring my reading glasses.”

Everyone immediately erupted into roars of laughter. “Oh shit girl it is on!” Matt told her. When the laughter had slowed down, Jared called up to the front of the bus.

“Hey Ben, when's the dinner stop?”

“Other side of St. Louis, about 4 hours,” the driver responded.

Jared turned to Jane. “Do you want to sit up here and scheme with us about what we're going to do about your asshole about-to-be-ex-fiance? Or do you want to go crash for a bit? I know you're tired. Sometimes on the road, you've got to sleep when you can. Did you bring some earplugs? I have some extras if you need them.”

“I really don't feel like dealing with any more of the Angus situation right now,” she told him, her smile already starting to slip. I was a little pissed at him for bringing it up but it was something we were going to have face sooner rather than later. I grabbed her go-bag and laptop case.

“Come on, let's go stash this stuff and we can curl up for a bit, see if you can drift off.”

As we headed back to my bunk a chorus of “No sex on the bus!” was shouted from the front. I just flipped them off without turning around. Everyone was laughing and in good spirits and so far Jane's addition to the traveling crew didn't seem to have had an adverse effect. She seemed to be fitting in just fine. I figured Jared would fill them all in on the details of why she was here so unexpectedly and where the fighting went while we slept. It was better that way, at least Jane didn't have to sit through it again.

The bunk was a snug fit with both of us in there but it was definitely doable. I let Jane get comfortable then wrapped myself around her, pulling her against me to be the little spoon while I tucked her hair back from the side of her face. She just sighed and snuggled into me deeper. After a few minutes of silence she spoke, so softly I could barely hear her.

“I'm so sorry Shannon.”

I kissed her cheek. “Baby what on earth are you sorry for.”

“For the things I thought about you when I saw those videos. I should have known there was more to it. I guess karma really came around for me didn't it?”

“Don't think like that,” I told her. “That already seems like a hundred years ago.”

She turned around in my arms. “Not to me, it doesn't. If I hadn't seen those and thought what I did I never would have gotten involved with Angus. Not like this. This all my stupid mistake. I just keep failing you don't I? Doesn't this feel familiar? Me fucking up and you telling me it's okay? How many times can I ask you to forgive me again before you decide you've had enough? How many times can you forget yet another stupid thing I've done? Because I did this, I got myself into this situation. I really have no one to blame for this but myself.”

I figured since we weren't going to leave the subject alone I would at least get my big question out of the way. “Why Jane? I know you've tried to explain it but I really cannot wrap my head around why you let it get this far. I can barely understand you running off to party like a madwoman to begin with. I really don't understand how you ever let you get yourself mixed up with someone like Angus, even from the start. You must have had some idea of who he really was.”

I could see Jane pausing to gather her thoughts before she responded. “He was very interesting. He was a very different person from everyone I knew and I thought it might be fun to get to know him. Everything with him was a new experience. I got to go places I wouldn't have, meet people I never would have interacted with.”

“Dammit, Jane.” That was the writer in her, always seeking out new experiences, new material, new data. “That might be a reason to get to know someone a little better but it's a lousy reason to include them in your life. Interesting is not always a good thing.”

“Don't say that,” she responded. She pulled her fingers through my hair as she gazed at me affectionately. “If I hadn't been curious about the strange drunk guy who ate all my french fries and bolted when he should have been trying to kiss me I would never have given you my number or gone to that second party with you.”

She had a point but she was missing mine. “You like adventure, I get that. But people aren't adventures Jane. A poorly chosen adventure might have you end up with a broken leg or a little poorer. Maybe needing a few doses of antibiotics. A poorly chosen person in your life can break your heart and soul.”

She brushed her lips against mine, drawing that hand down across my face as she closed her eyes and breathed me in. “I'll take my chances.”

It dawned on me then what a scary, questionable choice I was for her. I was every bit as far out of her comfort zone and range of experience as Angus had been, just in a completely different way. So was Roger, I imagined, once upon a time. I remembered all the stories she had told me about growing up, in her peaceful little conservative town where nothing changed, with her very nice but very traditional family. Her whole life in one county, with people that had known her and her family for generations. County fairs and library fundraisers and Sunday church potlucks. There was safety and stability there. She could have had a pleasant, comfortable life. But she had chased her dreams and defied her fears not just of adventures but of people too. Angus wasn't the first one to have hurt her. He wouldn't be the last. He probably wasn't even the worst. And as sad and broken as she had seemed in that hotel room only a few hours ago she was already forging onward, bouncing back, getting right back on that horse of questionable decisions. If she really wanted to be sure not to be hurt again she'd run the hell away from me too. She should have at least been trying to build some defenses, not letting everyone in where they could hurt her. Not getting on a bus full of virtual strangers and joking with them like they were her new best friends. But that wasn't Jane. Jane wasn't about walls and boundaries and safe choices. She had tried getting smarter and more cautious when she had gone looking for me and that almost kept us apart for good. I knew she would only take that as more evidence that her way was the right way, damn the consequences. Jane took heartbreak as the price of living a full life. I knew she wasn't going to change. She may have looked like a soft little marshmallow but my Janey had a certain emotional fearlessness and an iron will under all that. Tears for her weren't a weakness. They were lessons. For about the hundredth time I appreciated how amazing she was, and how very much I did not deserve her.

I'm not sure how long we slept. When I awoke again the bus was quiet but still moving and Jane was drowsing on my arm, which had fallen asleep. I pulled it out from under her as carefully as I could but I still woke her.

“Sorry babe,” I told her as I kissed her forehead. She just threw one leg over me and snuggled into my chest. I thought she went back to sleep but after a few minutes of trying to get the blood flow back into my arm, I felt her fingers slipping under the bottom of my t-shirt.

“Hey Shannon,” she murmured against my neck, “define “no sex on the bus” for me please.”

I chuckled and drew her face up to mine, diving in for a hungry kiss before answering her. “It means we'll be in Kansas City in a few hours and a real bed in a real hotel room and when we get there I promise I will devote myself entirely to making you scream.”

She continued sliding her hands under my shirt, letting her nails run across the surface of my back. Her lips were against the skin of my neck, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin there and I could feel my dick stirring despite the futility of the situation. “Janey....”

“Just kiss me Shannon.” she murmured breathlessly. “I just want to feel you. You're still not entirely real to me.” She bit my lower lip and then slipped her tongue into my mouth. Obligingly I kissed her back, sucking her tongue in deeper as I rolled her onto her back. She whimpered softly and crossed her ankles behind me, pulling me against her as tightly as she could. Not that there was room for me to go much of anywhere else.

Knowing there was no chance of this leading to anything more let me slow down and savor her. I ran my fingers over her smooth warm skin as our tongues danced together. I found all the tenderest bits again, committing them to memory like the sweet spot of a favorite drum and then reveling in the way she sighed and shifted against me when I brushed over them. As much as I was aching to be inside her then it was amazing to simply be there with her, lost in the uncomplicated intimacy as our lips fused us together. I remembered the first time I had kissed her, as she stood defiantly in front of me in that crowded house. It had felt like a sort of miracle. I had been sure she was going to pass on me, sure she was going to choose Jared. But when that kiss was over and I pulled my lips away, the little gasp she made and the startled look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She had already been mine. She just hadn't discovered it yet. I was determined to lay claim to her again.

We finally stopped for dinner at some random truck stop just the other side of Kansas City. Jared and I tucked Jane between us in the booth at the attached diner and I found myself sub consciously expecting Maxine to come and take our order. Thankfully Jared left the topic of a certain Australian asshat alone for the duration of the meal. I was surprised at how well Jane was getting along with everyone, the more they teased her the more she threw right back at them and I think she was genuinely enjoying herself. It was a side of her I had only seen in tiny glimpses before. I liked it. At least all the Janey surprises weren't unpleasant.

Once dinner was finished the uncomfortable discussion moratorium apparently ended. I came back inside after my cigarette break to find Jared speaking animatedly and Jane scowling at the tabletop.

“You can't just let him get away with this,” Jared was saying as I walked back into range of the conversation. “He'll just move on to someone else. And if he learns anything from this situation the next woman will be someone with a lot fewer resources and fewer friends and less able to fight back.”

I sat down next to Jane. “You're not thinking about dropping this without getting revenge are you?” I asked her incredulously.

Jane sighed. “I don't know. You know they say the best revenge is living well....”

“... and blah blah blah, revenge bad, forgiveness good, yeah I've heard the philosophers.” I finished impatiently. “Screw that shit. This is not that kind of situation. Jared's right. Someone has to stop this guy.”

“It feels so petty. I just want to get back to my life.” Jane reached over and put her hand on my knee as she said it, a tiny smile at the edge of her lips. I understood that I was what she wanted to get back to. I placed my hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You are getting back to your life,” I reassured her.

Jared got a sudden grin on his face that told me he had just had an idea. “When you don't have time to deal with something yourself, or you don't want to, what do you do?” he asked. We just looked blankly at him. “You delegate!”

“I'm not sure I follow,” Jane replied.

“Look, I'm all for having a little fun at this guy's expense after the way he's treated Jane,” Jared said. “But the real goal here is to make sure he doesn't do this again. To bring him down to a place where he can't victimize someone else. His family is already threatening to cut him off, and if they do that he's done. So all we have to do is make sure that happens.”

“What are you proposing?”

“We delegate. Jane, hire a private detective to get actual proof of all the stuff we've found out. Once it is in hand, get him arrested on drug charges by calling in a tip, shouldn't be that hard from the sounds of things. Of course, he'll think his family is going to bail him out but once he's in custody give them all the stuff the detective finds and let them take it from there. If they're as done with him as you say, that'll be the nail in the coffin. Even if they bail him out of jail he'll probably at the very least be cut off. No money, no family influence, no resources to sucker in another poor woman. End of Angus and you barely have to do a thing. Just let him hang himself.”

I had to admit it had a certain simple elegance to it, and it did allow Jane to keep her hands clean. She wouldn't be doing anything to Angus except showing his family exactly who he was. I looked at her expectantly.

“Know any good private detectives?” she asked with a smile.

"No, but I'm sure we can find one. This requires you keeping up appearances with him though. You can't let him know anything is up until we're ready to strike." Jared looked at her with concern. "Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can keep interacting with him like normal?"

"I can do it," Jane said. "It will leave a bad taste in my mouth but I can do it. But let's get this done quickly. I want to move on. I've wasted enough of my life on this shithead."

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