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Der Geliebte

Pairing: Jungkook x artist! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 6.4k

Rating: 16+

AU: non idol! Jungkook x artist! Reader AU!

Genre: strangers to lovers AU; friends to lovers AU! (idiots to lovers AU!); love at the first sight! AU; soulmate to lovers! AU (kinda?); unbelievable amount of fluff; a little angst (fluffy angst!!,); tiny amount of smut (one paragraph xD)

Warnings: tiny bit of smut/some sexual tension between both of them; Jungkook is a poor shy thing and is fucking nervous around the reader all the time; teeth rotting fluff; both are so in love with each other that they’re getting stupid to not realize it; both are insecure that they’re not meant for another... just fluff, fluff, fluff and painfully obvious pining over each other!

A/N: Hallelujah, I finally did it! After I made Sibi @borathae wait over three months for her Christmas + Birthday Fanfic I finished it two weeks to late for my sweetest Darlings Birthday! I am so incredibly sorry that I made you wait for such a long time and really, Sweetie, you have all the rights to be still mad at my stupid ass! Nevertheless... I love you so goddamn much and I hope the fic made at least a little bit up for it... Love you!!!! 💕 💕

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings...

Status: Edited (I am sorry for any still existing errors in here!)

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* Jungkook’s POV *

"In what are you getting yourself into, Jungkook?"

I quietly ask myself as I get rid of my clothes behind the paravent and throw the dressing gown over his body which you laid out for me. My hands are sweaty, they tremble slightly and my heart beats wildly, as if it wants to jump right out of my chest. Excitement spreads throughout my body, leaving a faint feeling in my stomach and a certain blush rises in my cheeks. I still can't believe what I've gotten myself into . But... you looked at me so pleadingly with your dear and downright innocent eyes that I would have done anything for you with that look of yours. I want to make you happy, see that happy and contented smile on your lips, which always makes a whole horde of wild butterflies break out in my belly. 'Normally I was the shyness and silence in person and with you... with her, I feel for the first timesomething like peace and security. Especially when I consider how shy I usually am around women.', I ask myself and I don't really know the answer to that. But what can I do against my feelings? I don't really know, on the one hand they scare me, on the other hand they feel so exciting and new that I don't want to eliminate them at all.

I don't even know exactly when the whole thing started. In which moment my feelings for you grew, when I felt more than just fascination and admiration for you and your artwork. Six months ago, a small studio had opened in my district, your own studio. On the day of the opening I simply went to it of pure curiosity, I had always had such a weakness for art and photography.

I can still remember exactly how I stood in front of one of your works and was literally speechless and overwhelmed by this picture and all his small details. This painting represents a classic image of the countryside, which was often to be found everywhere. But this work was different. So full of small details and ornaments. It was so much more... As a viewer you can see a beautiful clearing, which is surrounded by trees and protected from too many curious eyes. The ground of this clearing is overgrown with dense and lush green grass, which from the incoming sunlight almost invites you to let yourself fall into the grass. It reminds me instantly of my carefree childhood, when I rolled in it without overthinking my actions too much and those times when I playfully wrestled with my best friends around until our clothes had grass stains all everywhere. I could almost smell the scent of wild, untamed nature. The longer I look at the picture, the greater the longing became. Maybe I could visit this beautiful place one day, together with my partner, my significant other. Playing around with each other, chasing your beloved one until you fall into the grass breathless laughing and cuddling. Maybe we could have a picnic there and feed each other with homemade sweets?

I didn’t know that such a "simple" landscape painting could touch and awaken so much more in me, in my soul. Suddenly, such a wanderlust came over me that I gasped for air and a heavy lump formed in my throat. My whole body was tingling and my heart was literally screaming to get away from this dreadfully grey and monotonous daily routine of my boring single life, for at least some weeks. I want to go to this place, where I could draw the warm and fresh, natural air could deep into my lungs and pamper myself with homemade delicacies. Just to let the soul dangle and don’t stuck with my closely clocked work life. Maybe sleep until 10 o'clock in the morning and then maybe have a nice nap later. Enjoy the warm nights and hear the crickets chirping. This longing was... irrepressible. This particular wanderlust for nature, just to be out of the city, this longing for exactly this abandoned and untouched forest clearing literally overwhelmed me. What was it for an artist who could trigger such feelings and emotions in me?

I had been so absorbed in the artwork that I had not even noticed that a person step next to me. "Do you like the work?", asked a soft melodic voice, which spoke perfect Korean, but was pervaded by a light accent, which I could not quite assign. I flinched a little, but this bright, happy laugh gave me a tingling goosebumps all over my body. What a beautiful laugh... I turned to the person who was the owner of this beautiful voice. I was startled when I realized that the artist and owner of this studio was standing in front of me personally. I recognized her again, as I had seen a small photo of her in the newspaper article that drew my attention to this beautiful studio in the first place. Already in this picture she had radiated something so strong, colorful, cheerful and lively, which caused an excited flutter in my stomach.

I admit, I already laid an eye on her just by her appearance. Unfortunately I always had a hard time getting to know people ever since, let alone to talk to women. And now having you, Y/N, personally standing right in front of me, made me feel fluffy and excited in my stomach. Nothing is left of this otherwise so sassy and self-confident man that I used to be. Only a nervous and stodgy twenty-three-year-old idiot, who did not know what to say or wanted to say, now stands in front of this stunningly pretty and intelligent woman.

Her eyes sparkles like jewels, full of joy, struck me with interest and a playful smile lays on her lips. "Did you not understand my question?", she asked kindly, but nobly reserved. Immediately a rosy puff settled on my cheeks and I stuttered nervously: "Y-Yes, excuse me! I... I was just somewhere else with my thoughts and was completely surprised that they were addressing me personally.... Your works are truly unique! They still show such ‘usual’ motifs and yet they are so special because of these finely elaborated details and this passion with which this work of art was painted. They really are... Unique artworks that you do not forget so quickly. Even for untrained eyes as my owns, I can see that a talented artist has worked on it. I am very impressed by your work, especially this work here!" You could hear the honest admiration from my voice and my heart leapt as she reacted bashful to all of my compliments.

"Thank you, really, thank you so much! I really appreciate to hear such nice words like yours, even if it is rare. I am often criticized for my ‘lack of creativity’, caused by my chosen motives. I just love the rough, almost untouched landscapes of my hometown, I try to depict the ‘normal’ as something beautiful, unique. I would like to ‘really see’ what we already take for granted again. As a wonderful creation, a work of art. Nature is a wonderful example of this, or the architecture of buildings as well. Architects are also artists, although unfortunately they are not seen as such. I just want to offer the obvious things a more meaningful space again.... People like you have become rare. I have observed how you have recognized the true meaning, this beauty and aesthetics in such a ‘usual-looking’ motif. And this pleases me so much that you can read 'between the brushstrokes'. Oh... Excuse me, I always talk way too much when someone shows an interest in art or music, my personal passions. Besides that, I have not introduced myself to you yet, I am Y/N! I was obviously so pleased to see your understanding, empathetic look at this work, if you understand what I mean... Anyway... I can guess that you knew my name already, don't you? What about you? May I know your name?", asked you, beautiful artist, with her really stunning smile.

I swallowed nervously, never before had a young lady mixed my emotions so much in me. Even the picture of her in the newspaper article, which I had read out of boredom in one of my lectures, got me so emotionallyconfused. I didn't want to say it in front of my teasing friends, but I had been really excited when I set off this Friday night. And now the creator of these works of art stood before me and seemed to want to have a longer conversation with me. My heart beats to my throat and I got sweaty hands from this nervousness in my poor body. Honestly, as soon as I wasn't surrounded by my clique of friends, I automatically turned into a nervous, slightly abashed blushing and stuttering guy who behave like an inexperienced teenager.

In private life, without my best mates by the side, I am not so confident and daredevil. After all, I always had someone who could cover my back when things get tough, while I am on my own without anyone I know. You could usually only believe and trust, not control. That's probably why I struggled with interpersonal relationships. I always overthink too much and have some struggles with my self-confidence.

And now this attractive young woman looked at me with such interest and joy, just me. I was actually the reason for her interest. A joyful and blissful tingling seized every pore, every fiber of my body. Yes, in fact it was just me! Not my best buddy Seokjin, whom I have known since childhood and always sought the attention of everyone. It was no exaggeration to say that he was perhaps a little narcissistic, but only to cover up his own insecurities. Never would I have thought that someone would manage to get this personification of self-love under control. I admired his wife for standing up to Seokjin and keeping him and his dad Jokes at bay. Believe it or not, she of all people had the pants on in the house and knew how to deal with my best friend.

My gaze glided over the figure of the person in front of me and once again I took a sharp breath. I was so nervous to face her personally, a person I already deeply admired and had quite a respect for. I simply did not want to do anything wrong, even if this charm of hers was almost tangible and paralyzed my entire brain with its function. I can already picture how my mind waved wildly goodbye to myself and went to the summer holiday in the Caribbean.

This carefree smile and these beautiful eyes harmonized wonderfully with your complexion. Your features were awake and alive, seemingly always a slight smile surrounded the corners of your mouth, which provoked almost paradoxical reactions in my body. Your smile awake countless butterflies to flutter around in my stomach, which made me quite nervous and at the same time you radiated such a sense of security and calm, as if there was no reason not to get a word out of shyness. My gaze, which I hope examined you unobtrusively enough, wandered to your hands. You had long fingers, I could really imagine how they elegantly held the handle of the paint brushes and worked on these small details extensively in such a calm behavior. Which satisfied and concentrated calmness you possibly radiated while doing that...

A small, noble clearing of your throat again tore me out of my fantasies and speculations. God, what was I today but inattentive! How rude I must have seemed to you...

"Oh, sorry... I... I have not been able to keep my thoughts together all day..." I lied to seem at least a little more credible. Nervously, I pulled on the knot of my tie to loosen it up a little before I have a circulatory collapse. Before I went here, I thought for a long time about what I should wear for this occasion. Jeans and T-shirt were out of the question, too casual and almost an insult for your atelier. A complete suit, however, seemed too overdressed to me and so I decided for a black dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt.Understanding, Y/N nodded and gave me a cheering smile, which made my body tingle again. This woman drove me half crazy alone with his friendly gestures. How could it be that this polite lady got me confused right away?!

And somehow, it gave me a frenzy to leave my secure, anonymous side as a visitor to her exhibition and irrevocably reveal my true identity to you.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook."I answered in a slightly trembling voice, hardly daring to look into her eyes and rubbing my neck unobtrusively.

* Jungkook’s POV *

If only I had guessed what would change in me, how you changed me. That so much more would develop from a pure interest and a simple formal business contact... that you want to make me one of your artworks.

I take another deep breath before I dare to step out from behind the dark red paravent. It is pleasantly warm in this room, I should not freeze, if I am already so freely clothed. My gaze wanders through the small room with the huge, floor-to-ceiling window, which floods the entire room with light. The walls of the room have been painted in a dark orange and red colors and dark wooden planks lay out on the floor. It looks so comfortable due to the warm, dark tones. The orange-yellow evening sun dipped everything into something so cozy... sensual. Somehow into even a little erotic?

Y/N wants to work a lot with the light of the evening sun in this painting, which could be a little complicated if it is not suitable or if it is cloud-covered. But if you have put something into your head, especially in relation to your art, then you do everything you can do to go through it! Also the changing forces of nature cannot stop you from trying to realize your idea. Sometimes, you’re someone who is quickly frustrated and dissatisfied with yourself as well, especially when something doesn't work as you wants it to. Nevertheless when it comes to your passion, drawing and painting, you don’t let your idea go away, if you want something, you’ll find a way to make it happen. These are qualities that I know all too well of myself and thus my fascination about you only grows even more. The more time we spent together and I get to know more and more sides of you, the more attracted I became to you.

Your art means a lot to you and you’re quite tough in this respect, can not be overcome by the reproaches and the crushing criticism. That’s exactly what I admire so much about you, having the courage to stand up for personal passion. When I get criticized, all too often I think about really giving up on it, so that I don't have to endure all this criticism anymore. And then I look at you. How focused you are in this moment and carefully prepare for your next project. How you adjusts you easel to the right height, let your self-stretched canvas snap into place, spreads brushes of all sizes and shapes on the small side table next to you and prepares youracrylic colours. I swallow again, as I watched this happen. I am about to become one of your next artworks.

A little uncertainly I walk towards Y/N, the thin dressing gown tightly drawn around my body... never before have I felt so naked and vulnerable. This here is something else. I feel something about it... I feel something for you. For this pretty lady, who sprays her cheerfulness around her and could conjure a smile on the lips of even the most grumpy person. This joy almost kills you, completely engrossed this person and gives you the feeling of floating. You will get the feeling of being welcome at Y/N. To be accepted, with all the flaws and weaknesses that one has. She just smiles at you so gently and lovingly and just says, it's okay. It's okay to be the way you are. Imperfect.

"It is precisely this imperfect, this contradictory and also unpredictable thing that makes us human. That makes us an individual and also interesting. If we were really all as we are expected to be, it would be boring and monotonous. The surprise is only a real gift. Each of us is a very individual gift to a very specific addressee, who is the only one who can truly appreciate this gift. Only then did the recipient find the right person as his gift... Well, if the recipient knows about his gift...", Y/N once said with such a certain look at me, when we went out to dinner together in a restaurant in the evening to clarify some details. I wanted to help her find good contacts in Seoul and help her sell her works.

I can still remember it exactly... it was a quite... extraordinary evening. I was of course once again incredibly nervous and excited. At that time, I did not want to fully realize how much I already like you. Secretly, I had observed my opposite. Your positive and friendly disposition had turned my head all around... and in addition, this beautiful body and her elegant fingers, which already haunt me in the most erotic way unintentionally in my dreams.

I could not prevent my dream pictures from shooting through my head, which is why my cheeks turned dark red in embarrassment. These fucking fantasies in my head! My eyes stare at the cutlery as if it were incredibly interesting because I didn't dare look up. There were scenes in my mind that made my ears turn red and I would’ve loved to hide behind the menu card. Your body, which made her look like a Greek goddess.

Naked, body covered in sweat, your body shook in lust, you sit up with a wonderful moan... You are on top of me, I could admire your beautiful, almost divine body as you sat on top of me... and rode me. This breathtakingly beautiful distorted face of yours, as if all this pleasure you feel is carved in marble... lids closed, your lips, swollen from all the kissing, are slightly opened which let your lustful whimpering escape. This grace and elegance, as you rose from me and then lowered yourself again... as your hands glide erratically over my stomach, searching for support... you suddenly threw your head back and clenched even more tightly around my length. The addicting sounds you’ve made... it’s like the most beautiful melody in my ears... squelching noises and even more of yourjuices gushing out of your sweet, so sweet pussy when you came...

An all-too-familiar laugh tore me out of my extremely indecent thoughts, which quite relieved me at first. Until I raised my head and not too far away I recognized no one but my best friend Kim Seokjin, who made very questionable hand signals in my direction. Oh my God, no! I knew that he had recently changed his job and got accepted for a position as a chef in a new restaurant... but not in this Restaurant! He will never let me life after he found out I was on a “Date” with a woman...

Even though Seokjin was on the other side of the restaurant, I could almost feel his smirk on my own skin. Fuck it, just pretend as if you do not know each other and hit him really hard tomorrow morning in the gym where we meet up for our work out. I quickly turned all my attention back to the person sitting opposite me and tried to ignore Seokjin as best I could.

It was only at the end of the evening, when I had said goodbye to Y/N, that I realized that this meeting had much more of a date than a "business dinner". How familiar we had talked with each other... how much I had thought about licking Y/N the drop from the chocolate sauce of her lava cake from her lips... how it would be... to kiss and touch you...

A noticeable blush has settled on my cheeks as I attended our first meeting together... or even Date in this Restaurant thought back. Four months had passed since then and I suffered from longing for you. You would never see me like I saw you. The reason you wanted to draw me was simply that she needed someone as a model. In addition to landscapes and cities, you want to devote herself gradually to more other motifs. And since I have been the first inquired. Your pleading eyes made me say yes. But I know that for me you have no more than the feelings for a casual friendship. It hurts to see how you flirt around so casually with all those other people. I would never be the gift for you as you are for me. If only the recipient would notice that there is a given heart laying in your hands...

"Ah, Jungkook! I’m glad that you're ready!", your cheerful and melodic voice cuts through the silence of the room and you’re walking towards me with excited shining eyes. "Come~," you say and lead me to the chaiselongue, which is placed in front of the large window. The soft, orange light of the evening sun falls on the wine-red fabric of the restored chaiselounge in baroque style. The upholstery has frames covered in gold and also the lion feet on which this historic furniture stands are gilded. Everything was decorated with so many Details, it looks so incredibly elegant and luxurious. On the left side there are some cushions in the same color and an elegant design is carved on the backrest, literally inviting to get used.

"Surely you know the movie 'Titanic', right? Do you remember the scene where Jack used charcoal pencils to draw an nude coal picture of Rose as she laid on the sofa? I would like to draw you in a similar position. I hope it's okay for you if I look at you more closely without a dressing gown... i want to get an overview of your body proportions.", you say, looking me straight in the eye. I notice that you’re very concerned about my privacy and does not want to overstep any of my personal boundaries without my consent. I nod slightly at first until I get a clear yes over my lips. She looks at me silently for a few seconds before reassuring me once again that we can always stop at any time if I feel uncomfortable. Especially your patience and mindfulness of my boundaries shows me how important it is for you as well and how I actually relax noticeably. Y/N smiles cheerfully at me and I slowly loosen the belt of the dressing gown and let the last garment slide to the ground. I feel her in-depth look at me... he is not uncomfortable... only... exciting... in a few different ways.

I swallow again and lie down on the chaiselongue as instructed. You correct my arm and leg position, also rearrange all of the cushions correctly. To my own relief, you put a red cloth over my crotch area. Not that I am ashamed of anything, I am more than comfortable with you already... I just have some worries that I will get a visible problem if I constantly feel your look on my bare skin.

"It should be able to guess something, but not be allowed to see everything right away...", she whispered with a smile, before her fingertips unintentionally glide tenderly through my happy trail. One of your last smiles are... not really to interpret. Then you return to your easel.

* The Reader’s POV *

Carefully you sit down on your old painting stool, already quite worn out on the edges and stained with the most different types and tones of colors. It had originally been dark brown. You smile dreamily when you think back that you’re used to dangle your legs around when you were a little kid because it was way too big for you back then. For eighteen years now you have exactly this stool and this easel. They had been a gift from your grandfather for your fifth birthday. He had awakened the passion of painting and drawing in you and passed his talent on to you. A certain melancholy seized you when I thought back to how you used to paint your first real picture on canvas with your new easel in the old music room in your grandfather's country house.

It had been the old, dusty grand piano, which must have been more than a hundred years old at that time. How the country house survived all these wars unscathed, you ask yourself to this day. Perhaps there had already been something magical about it at that time, which should remain untouched. Perhaps the small estate should remain an inconspicuous symbol of hope, the hope that at some point the sun and peace will return when the unbearable suffering and sorrow of this cruel time is over. When the wars were over and all those seeking protection who had fled to this country house were able to return to their own homes again. This house, this estate you can explain your childhood with a single word. Home.

You lift your thought-lost look from your empty, folded hands and look to Jungkook. He takes your breath away every time you see him. He is so special, such a wonderful and yet you firmly believe that he has not been chosen for you, such an ordinary woman as you are. He would belong to someone else with whom he would be happy, although he is the only one who was able to understand and read your works, the language in them. It... it had been such a beautiful moment when, six months ago, he stood in your newly opened studio, so absorbed by the painting of the forest of your childhood. All the other visitors had only looked at it briefly and smiled wearily at the fact that it was again only a landscape painting, but did not grasp what the story behind this work was. Why the artist chosed this very motif, to see, to feel what the creator wanted to communicate through the work.

But Jungkook had been different. He had given the work, your personal heart, a chance to unravel the true meaning behind it. He did it slowly, bit by bit with his eyes... grasped with his whole mind and heart and finally let himself be influenced as a whole. You could tell from his body reactions that he felt exactly what you had felt when you painted it last summer. Longing. Infinite Longing. Mixed together with melancholy, a little homesickness and sorrow to a unique emotional color. The day you painted it was the last time you saw the house in your official possession. Your grandfather had left it to you. But unfortunately you lacked money, you had to pay some debts and with the best will you could not earn the money in other ways. So you had to sell it with a heavy heart. Your beloved birth and childhood home and the associated lands, you had to sell your true home away. The picture is the only thing left of it. And Jungkook was the only person who understood what you wanted to express with the painting. Longing. My Homesickness.

When all these sensations came upon him, he involuntarily clenched his hands tightly, his chest lifted and lowered quickly, his Adam's apple hopped repeatedly. His eyes were glassy. He experienced your longing as directly as you did. He... is so special. So infinitely amiable. He... he is the only person who’s able to read your true feelings in your works. He is able to read between your brush strokes.

So today you will try him... to paint a confession of love with this act. Maybe he could read... what you feel for him. Even if you know that you will probably never see him again. Because you would not be the recipient of his love and affection. He's just too... too... gifted for a simple artist like you. He would never be your gifted person.

Your gaze glides tenderly and caressingly over his body. Trying to absorb every little detail of his body, his charisma and his character into you and let it flow into the painting. Every birthmark you want to put on the canvas and hold on. You want to show Jungkook how beautiful he is. How godlike he lies before you on this majestic chaiselongue, how masculine and muscular he is, as if he wanted to embody an Adonis. You want to paint every muscle, even the smallest visible muscle, on the canvas in a realistic manner, you want to capture the strength and security that he conveys to you over and over again and make it visible to him. And yet... his gaze often corresponds to that of an intimidated, insecure fawn, which does not dare to want to get up on his legs on his own. The fear of falling again is too big. Through this painting you want to show Jungkook what he really is, what he represents for you and what you feel for him. He is... so contradictory. He is strong, godlike, powerful... and at the same time, so infinitely uncertain, vulnerable... almost pure.

Silence enters your little studio, only the regular breathing of the other and the muffled noise of the busy world outside the door could be heard. Here... here, it feels like time is standing still for a moment for the two of you. Your shared eternity had begun.

To your happiness that it is summer right now and it stays bright for a long time. Today you take more time than usual to mix colors. You want to mix a shade that perfectly matches his skin tone. You want to get the exact color of his black hair down onto the canvas, and the perfect brown for his beautiful eyes. The evening sun and the leaves of the huge treetops in front of the large window conjure up the most beautiful patterns on his immaculate body. A game of light and shadow. It seems to you that Jungkook's body, every single pore of his body has a tiny diamond, so that he begins to sparkle in the sunlight like an infinitely precious jewel. The evening sun warms him, lays a thin layer of sweat over his body. Every detail you try to bring to the canvas, every feeling, every movement of my heart, everything you feel for him, you want to bring to this canvas. You want to make him a masterpiece. Because for you, he is the most beautiful specimen, the only true crown of the human creation.

Some black strands have come loose from his manbun and have fallen on his forehead. It looks stunning, to see him like that. I had never seen him with a messy or even completely open hair... but even now these strands loosened from the braid make his facial features look so much softer and more relaxed. In it, the adult and strong man united with a young, vulnerable, shy boy. The result is... infinitely beautiful. He possesses both sides, so he makes the seemingly inexhaustible divine human being.

His eyes, drawing his eyes with that expression in them, cost you a lot of nerves. Too often you misunderstood this infinite longing that you find in his dark, brown eyes. Again and again you have to restrain yourself, not just to get up, to go over to him... and to kiss him.

This longing look you misinterpret is as longing as you own... according to your closeness, your touch, your affection... according to your love. Because you love him. You love everything about him, his sheepish laugh, the way of rubbing his neck shyly, the way he speaks and explains his point of views about things, how he smells... just everything... every blemish he blames on himself, you think it’s like an artwork on him. He is so perfectly imperfect that you just fell in love with him.

The sun has already set and only the last pink and purple streaks could be seen in the sky, with which the past day says goodbye to the world. One last time you can hear the velvety stroke of the brush over the canvas before you finally put the brush aside. It is finished. You have given everything that is in your power, used all of your artistic abilities and knowledge to the utmost and you have incorporated everything that you feel and think about into this artwork. And what you see put a smile on your lips, but also makes your pulse rise. What will Jungkook say when he looks at it? He will see it... can he read what you feel for him in it?

With a trembling voice, you call Jungkook and look at him one last time. The last time the sight of this male beauty was granted to you. One last time.

After Jungkook has wrapped himself in the dressing gown again, he slowly comes towards you and your easel. Your heart is throbbing as if it really wants to fearfully flight and jump out of your chest. Your body gets hot and cold at the same time and suddenly your hands get sweaty, the dried color on your skin mixes with the sweat to a uncomfortable mess in your palms, which somehow makes you even more nervous. Then he stands next to you. Looking at the canvas for the first time himself. The last brushstroke is still drying.

Once again there is silence, which makes you incredibly nervous and with every second that passes, you want to follow your instinct to escape. Jungkook's pupils are dilated and blown out, whether with bewilderment or horror, you can not recognize. One of his hands shoots up his mouth, he trembles all over his body. Suddenly you hear a suppressed, throaty sobbing. Surprised and a little appalled, you look at Jungkook, who has shut his eyes tightly and presses the palm of his hand even harder on his mouth, as if he wants to muffle every sound. Tears escape the corners of his eyes. This is a reaction... which you would not have expected...

Gently, mindful of any kind of resistance, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't sob, he doesn't whimper. He just cries. Tenderly, consolingly you hold him, without wanting to distress him. He literally presses his face into the crook of your neck. Salty tears drench your blouse, but it doesn't bother you. The reason why he had such an emotional outburst, you just don't understand. But still... it's okay. It is valid.

As he slowly calms down and his breathes becomes regularly again, he carefully lifts his head out of the crook of your neck and wipes the last tears out of his eyes dry in slight embarrassment. He slowly releases himself from your embrace until you finally stand silently in front of each other.

"What title you’ll give this artwork?", he asks softly, in a rough, throaty voice. You swallow . "It shall be called 'Der Geliebte'. ...it is german and translated it means... ‘The beloved’ ", you say barely audibly and lower your head. After this confession, you can no longer look him in the eyes.

Jungkook takes a sharp breath in and you're actually just waiting for a devastating response from him that would be like a death threat. But nothing of this happened. Instead, your chin is suddenly raised by his fingertips and you look into Jungkook's beautiful eyes. He bites his lower lip a little uncertainly,his own gaze falls on your pretty shaped lips.

"Do you... do you allow me to kiss you?", he asks quietly... barely audible for you even though you’re standing so close to each other. He doesn't dare to look you into the eyes after such a question, he is too afraid that you deny his request. But you can hardly believe your luck, a high pitched ‘yes!’ flew over your lips and before you can control yourself, you press your own lips right onto his. They are incredibly soft and kiss you back in such a delightfully and endearing insecure and shy manner as no other could ever have done it.

Your heart beats full of joy and bliss and in your belly, the butterflies fly somersaults of all different kinds that your whole body began to tingle. Your mind cannot get a grasp of all this yet, but this... you don't need any more of it at this moment anyway.

The kiss is tender, shy and somewhat uncertain from both sides. Jungkook is very insecure and shy, but before he can escape like a frightened deer again, you put your arms around his neck and let your hands rest in the nape of his scalp. Again and again you detach yourselves from each other only for the fraction of a second to get a breath of air into your lungs in order to find each other lips again... until you stopped for a few seconds.

"I like you... I like you really, really much, Jungkook... I even dare to say that I fell on love with you.", you mutter softly against his lips. His shy, happy smile was too much for you, so you immediately kiss him again. Perhaps because of the sheer joy and maybe of the certainty that he feels the same for you, the next kiss turns into something more passionate than before...

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candychronicles · 3 years

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elysian // s. daichi

A/N: my take on the Haikyuu Headquarters mythology nsfw collab! this was my first time writing for Daichi. i took a greek myth route and had so much fun!!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Daichi Sawamura x F!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,859

WARNINGS: manipulation, oral (F!receiving), mentions of several religions

SYNOPSIS: all your life you had been fighting only to end up at a boring 9-5 with nowhere to turn. Daichi has a proposition and you accept without realizing the consequences.

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you were always fascinated with the idea of something larger than you, something so fantastical and great that it consumed the earth over and over again. while many people turned to other religions or no religion at all, satiating their own desires for redemption, love and acceptance, you chose to dig deeper, look at what truly resonated with your life and dutifully settled upon the greek gods.

they didn’t sugarcoat the bad things they did, that they used their power any way they pleased, that they were stronger, faster and larger than life. they were powerful gods who held powerful positions and were unpredictable, wild and fluid in their dance with humanity. you admired the stories from years ago of how they defeated the titans and split the land between the three sons: the skies for Zeus, the seas for Poseidon and the underworld for Hades.

Hades had always spoken to you in a way you couldn’t describe. when you worshipped him needing guidance, offering him dark chocolate and sweet, rich red wines, he complied with very little hesitation, always wanting to seemingly please you as long as you kept up your worshipping of him. he became quite moody, jealous and wouldn’t want to talk to you for days if you spent too much time interacting with the other gods. to be frank, you loved the attention he showered you with and felt at ease knowing he would protect you for life.

sighing, you pulled your apron tight around your waist, ready for another day at work slinging coffees and cakes to the less than pleasant customers that walked through the door. being a barista seemed like fun in cliche stories and movies but it was actually just another job that got you through your boring summer.

it only took an hour before people began screaming and shouting, angry at your lack of speed and pleasant smile on your face. it was just you and two other people there serving a line of ten plus at any given time and while you all tried your best, things never seemed to go the way they were planned.

“one large coffee, black.”

you took a deep breath before plastering a smile on your face, giving the man with the honey sweet voice a price and looking up, the smile threatening to spill onto your cheeks as you recognized Daichi, one of your favorite customers and now good friends.

“thought you might need one friendly face among the crowd of crazy,” he joked, tapping his sleek black credit card against the machine to pay, making sure to leave a hefty tip before nodding and walking away.

he sat for another two hours in the shop, nursing on his coffee and working on his laptop as he waited for you to get a break. when the line finally died down, your rushed from behind the counter and plopped yourself down in the booth across from him.

“what brings your handsome face around here?” you asked, tapping your feet against the ground as the anxiety of the day began to wear off.

“coming to see you as always,” he replied smoothly, downing the last of his coffee before placing the cup back on the table.

“you haven’t been around for awhile,” you pouted, not caring that you sounded desperate.

“i’m sorry but you know work can get oddly busy at times. how about i make it up to you? dinner, tonight at seven? my treat, anywhere you want to go.”

you gaped at him, not sure of what to say. you two had been flirting for months, the only friendly face you had really seen outside of the occasional older lady who always bought you a snack or drink for being so kind and patient with them. he was always sweet as candy, sugary words viscously flowing out of his mouth. at first you thought he was just some tightwad business man looking to get into your pants but as you got to know him, you realized he was just naturally kind, always looking out for the underdog. he treated you with the respect and decency that you deserved and maybe you were just so used to being treated like shit most of the time but his upfront and honest nature just blew you away.

before you had a chance to even reply, he looked at his phone, frowned and stood up.

“i’ll see you at seven, text me your address, yeah?”

with that and a gentle caress of your chin, he practically dissolved into thin air. you blinked once, twice, three times trying to process what had just happened before digging into your pocket to text him your address, not even remembering giving him your number but sure enough, there he sat in your contact with a simple flower next to his name.

the rest of the day went by in a blur and before you knew it, you were sitting on your couch, donned in your best dress, sparkling earrings dangling from your ears and shiny jewels adorning your body. you frowned as you checked the time, noticing it was already ten past seven. just as you were about to give up, you received a text from Daichi.

i’m sorry princess. something big came up at work. i’ll make it up to you. first thing in the morning, dress for the outdoors and bring a jacket, it’ll be a bit chilly where we’re going. i’ll see you then.

you huffed, throwing your phone down on the couch before stuffing your face in your hands, trying not to cry. you began methodically undressing yourself, taking off all your accessories and makeup, barely listening to the TV in the back drone on about some factory explosion that had happened in the next town over, killing two hundred people practically at once. you stopped to share some of the jewels with Hades, lighting his black flame and watching it dance in excitement, thanking him for never leaving you, even in the harshest of times. with all the makeup off, the dress peeled from your body and your shiny jewels laid on the table, you collapsed in bed, too tired and confused to dress yourself again.

a knock on the door had you scrambling off of your bed, hurrying to find a robe before peeking through the peephole to see who woke you up at such an early time on your rare day off. your eyes widened in surprise before squeaking, peeling the door open just a pinch to greet Daichi who held a rather large bouquet of flowers in his hand, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and squinting his eyes as he held the petals out towards you.

“Daichi, i-”

“i’m real sorry about last night. crazy last minute meeting, totally unexpected. i promised i’d make it up to you though, right?”

you opened the door to him at that, blushing when you realized you were only in your robe before practically sprinting to your bedroom to begin getting ready. when you were ready, jacket in hand, you walked back out, a sheepish smile on your face.

“i uh, really didn’t think you would be here in the morning. thought you were just trying to lead me on or something,” you confessed.

“now doll, i think you know me better than that by now,” he chastised, standing up from your couch to offer you his arm.

you took it instantly, a bounce in your step as you followed him out of your apartment, listening to the door close with a resounding thud.

it took only a few minutes before you were sat in his sleek black car practically oozing with the feeling of money. you gingerly sat down in the leather seats, instantly feeling drowsy. shaking your head, you tried to fight it off but was stopped by Daichi.

“it’ll be a little bit of a drive before we get to where we’re going. you can take a nap, it’s okay. i’m a safe driver. i promise i won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

with his soothing words, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, allowing yourself to be completely relaxed in his presence.

a small jerk woke you up and you blinked, looking out the window to see fields and fields of picture perfect flowers. you were practically surrounded by them, the only clearing being the dirt road you came on and patch of grass leading up to a hill.

“Daichi…” you breathed, speechless by the beauty of the location.

“c’mon, lets eat.”

you practically scurried out of the car, eyes wide as you continued to scan your surroundings. he dutifully began taking the picnic out of the car, setting down the blanket, basket, food and drink in a tasteful and elegant way. you absolutely melted seeing all the delicious food that was laid out for you. before you had a chance to eat, however, Daichi grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into his arms and looking you in the eyes.

“y’know, i’ve been absolutely fascinated with you since the first day i met you, all doe-eyed and innocent. the world has knocked you down so many times and yet you still get back up to fight another day. tell me, if i offered you a life of luxury, of eternal peace, full of love and richness, never having to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to, would you take it?”

you were taken aback by his words, not understanding where they were coming from. sure, you two had spent so much time chatting at your coffee shop, sharing your hopes and dreams with him, confiding in him like you would no one else, but you didn’t realize he had taken it all to heart, that he had actually fallen in love with you like you him. you didn’t even realize in that moment that you had even really loved him until he said those words, looked deep into your soul like he knew everything about you and then some.

“i mean, if you’re offering, yeah, i think i’d like a life like that, but maybe once i got to know you first,” you only half joked, wanting to know more about him, a sucker for an idyllic life.

“just say yes and you can spend all the time in the world getting to know me.”

“yes, Daichi, i would take it in a heartbeat.”

he surged forward with that, lips attaching to your own with such ferocity that you weren’t even sure what to do. he tasted like rich chocolate, wine and coffee, a delicious medley on your tongue as you reacted on instinct alone. something about this, with him, felt so right. your head was muddled with thoughts of Daichi and only Daichi, a man who was so mysterious and yet so supportive, always there when you needed him, seemingly popping up out of the blue on your worst days. listening to your problems with a frown on his face, doing everything he possibly could to make you feel better, never overstepping his boundaries and cherishing the time you spent together like there was no tomorrow.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he took you to the ground, flowers crunching around your body as he laid on top of you, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin of your neck, relishing in the way you went breathless just from his lips alone.

“tell me that you want me, that you need me, that you worship me, that i’m the only man you’ll ever need,” he commanded, popping the buttons open on your shirt and ravishing your chest, tweaking your bare nipples in his hands, the cold shocking you to the core.

“you’re all i’ll ever need, Daichi,” you confirmed, too consumed in your own pleasure, wanting to feel more and more of him until he was all you could think of.

“let me take care of you princess.”

with that, he delicately pulled your shirt off, your pants coming down next, your underwear not receiving such a kind fate as they were cruelly ripped off your body. you gasped as you felt his hot breath on your thigh, squirming underneath his touch, the way his tongue danced along your inner thigh, flesh sinking in between his teeth. you whined at the way his cold fingers ghosted over your clit, just barely there but enough to make you go crazy.

“Daichi, please, i need you, please.”

he complied without resistance, his tongue darting out to kitten lick your clit, relishing in the way you instantly melted underneath his touch. you were absolutely enraptured with the way he felt against your body, the cool of his hand tracing seemingly meaningless patterns against your silky inner thigh, his other sinking into your heat, enveloping his digits with warmth, something he rarely felt, his tongue licking and sucking on your bud like your life depended on it. it was all too much, the feeling of him on top of you, doting on you like you were everything to him and you came suddenly, pulsating around his fingers, your own carded in his hair to ground yourself, tears leaking out of your eyes at the sheer feeling of him, only him.

he slowly calmed you down from your high, eyes never leaving his body as his fingers gently continued to pump in and out of you, his other hand continuing to soothe your body, kisses placed anywhere he could reach. when you were finally calm, he removed his fingers, still cold despite the warmth the received, and licked them clean, watching as your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the sight of him worshipping you.

“let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in you, yeah?”

he spent the next few minutes gently wiping you off, dressing you back in most of your clothes sans the underwear he destroyed, a sheepish and apologetic smile on his face as he promised to buy you a new pair, no matter the price. you shrugged your jacket on over your shoulders, finally noticing how cold it was, a chill running straight to your core as you tightened clothing around you.

after a few moments of catching your breath, you stood up with the help of Daichi, walking over to the picnic and sitting down, mouth drooling at the sight of food, suddenly ravenous.

“were you really serious about saying yes, about being mine forever?”

“like i said Daichi, i do want to get to know you better, but i can’t deny i’m not falling in love with you. something about you feels familiar, like you’ve been with me my whole life, like you know me better than i know myself. i feel so comfortable and safe around you. so yes, call me a dumb romantic, but i was serious about that.”

with a satisfied nod, he began feeding you, watching you closely as you swallowed food after food, a delighted smile on your face. you felt stronger, more relaxed, less cold and certainly happier eating and drinking, taking the time to really talk to Daichi, learn about him, his thoughts and feelings, some of his tragic past and your heart hurt more and more as you listened to him.

when all was said and done, you stood up, wiping the crumbs off your body as looked at Daichi, a smile plastered on your face.

“when are you taking me home?” you questioned, looking around the field to see if you could spot anything else to do.

“well, my dear, whenever you’re ready, i’ll show you your new home right away. after all, what kind of king would i be if i didn’t let my queen see her palace right away?”

“what?” you questioned, looking at him quizzically.

when he stood up, you noticed the whole mood had shifted and so did the world. the flowers, as bright and beautiful as they were, were no longer illuminated by a brilliant sun but rather a striking moon, darkness encircling your very body. you felt cold and yet not cold at all, like it was a very part of your being. Daichi seemed to stand immortally tall before you, an air of authority that was not there before. beautiful houses scattered the flowerbeds, people milling about, people from stories you had read to soothe yourself to sleep as you dreamt of one day being a hero of your own.

“Daichi, what is going on?” you asked, frightened and confused.

“well, doll, i did ask you several times to make sure but i knew in my heart that you would come to accept and eventually love this life as i have,” he started, gesturing for you to turn around to look out behind you, a whole world opening up in front of your eyes, “this is the underworld, i am Hades, you’re currently in the Elysian Fields, now that you ate the food down here, you are an immortal part of me and this, my queen, is your new home.”

#daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hqhq #hqhq server collab

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script-nef · 4 years

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Mystery lady | Aizawa Shouta

Category: fluff, crack?

2.2k words; Eri has another caretaker?

“All right, we have a surprise visitor today.” Aizawa mumbled underneath his scarf, packing the rest of his paperwork into a pile. “Don’t be annoying and suffocate her.” Heads swivelled as the large door slowly creaked open to reveal the small and adorable guest.

“Eri-chan?” Midoriya shot up from his seat, eyes popping out of his head. Others followed suit, squealing at her cute attire. Aizawa lifted her up and placed her on his desk, patting her head.

“She’s available to stay with us for about an hour, or until her caretaker comes.” Everyone—well, nearly everyone—crowded over Eri, eager to talk to her. The last time they saw her was months ago, after all. Aizawa would only give small slivers of information like “she went to the hospital today” or “she’s fine, stop asking” after the students pestered him. It was only when Iida interrupted, concerned for her personal space, that they stepped back a bit.

“Ah, I have to get some forms from the staff room… Look after her for a moment. You are going to be heroes.” With that, the teacher slid out of the room with his yellow sleeping bag in tow. After he left, all attention was directed to Eri.

“It’s been ages since we last saw you! How are you, is everything okay?”

“How’s it like living with Aizawa-sensei? Is he kind? Is he taking good care of you?” They took turns asking, giving her some snacks. Watching her face light up melted their hearts.

“Yep! He asks me a lot if I’m okay and gives me sweets! He once gave me this really bitter one and laughed when I spat it out. It was a really weird but funny grin.” The class couldn’t really imagine their apathetic teacher giving anyone any other type of a smile. The same one which scared them down to their bones.

Others chimed in with their questions, ranging from “Have you gone to any other places?” to “Have you found any other foods you like?” or “Are you going to school now?” Eri answered all of them with a bright smile.

It made Midoriya almost tear up, how her attitude and personality changed from the moment they saved her from Overhaul’s grasp. He knew his influence over her wasn’t completely gone, but it was steadily disappearing, and nothing brought him greater joy than that.

“Wait, but… where do you go when Aizawa-sensei teaches us? Surely he doesn’t just leave you alone in the faculty’s dorm?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, fingers sifting through Eri’s silver locks. When Eri looked back at her in puzzlement, she replied with “that’s a fancy word for teachers.”

“Oh, [Name] looks after me.” The class looked quizzically at her, heads tilted in curiosity.

“Who?”

“[Name]! She lives with us, and she’s so kind and the best. She always wakes me up with fireflies and it’s so pretty!” Everyone stopped at that.

“...And is she like, our age, or…?”

“No? She’s an adult.”

Sparks flew around in the students’ minds as they tried to connect the dots.

Aizawa-sensei lives in the faculty dorms in the Heights Alliance. Eri-chan lives with him. This mystery person lives with Eri-chan. Therefore, she must be living with our teacher. Aizawa-sensei is living with another adult, a female, no less. What the hell?

They murmured amongst each other, trying to speculate how this was possible. Eri stared in confusion. “Why are you whispering?”

“Eri-chan, when you say ‘lives with us’, did you mean like she moved in when you moved in or she was living with Aizawa-sensei before you came?”

“She moved into the dorms after I came.” The students nodded, saying how it would be unusual for the antisocial teacher to voluntarily live with anyone. Or for anyone to agree to the arrangement. “But she told me she was living with him before he came into the dorms. She complained about it a lot, how she had to travel every day just to see him. She’s happier now!”

This made them stop again. But in an attempt to stop interrogating her about this mysterious lady and focus on Eri herself, Kirishima steered the conversation.

“Uh, so what do you do all day?”

“[Name] is an artist, but she said she was also a teacher. I’m being homeschooled by her, but it’s so fun! And she always makes cakes and candy apples as a well-done reward. Then we take naps, watch TV and then eat dinner when Aizawa-san comes back. We sometimes go to the park and have picnics. She drew me a rabbit to play with on the grass and it came to life. It was so cute!”

Eri’s bubbly and enthusiastic voice made everyone coo at her adorableness. After sitting in countless non-hero lessons, she was like a ray of sunshine which brightened up their day. They didn’t know who this lady was, but she was apparently taking incredibly good care of their “little sister”.

“You must really like her then! She sounds like a lovely person.” Uraraka wiped the smudge of chocolate off Eri’s cheek, pinching it lightly in the process.

“Yep! She’s really lovely and hugs me a lot. Sometimes she calls Aizawa-san over and we cuddle for hours while watching movies!” This was the sentence which absolutely broke everyone’s brain. They stared dumbfoundedly at her confused face until one of them regained their ability to speak. Now that she said that, there was no way they could skip past this person.

“Can you… tell us more about [Name]? Especially about her and Aizawa-sensei?”

“Um, well…”

“Wow, I am lost. My lack of sense of direction never ceases to amaze me… that’s the third time I’ve walked past the Nurse’s Office. Hm, not worrying at all, I’m perfectly fine.” A breath of fatigue and annoyance slipped out as you made a right, even though that’s what you did last time. “Ah yes, all around me are familiar signs, but no faces. If only the song could come true.”

The empty corridors were being filled with your muttering until you stopped in your tracks. “Wait a second, she’s in 1-A. Which means it would be on the second floor since the first would be the teacher’s lounges and whatnot. I need to go upstairs. Ugh, why didn’t I think this 10 minutes ago?” A pause. “It’s because I don’t use my two withering brain cells.”

Even on the second floor, you found yourself lost. Another 10 minutes would have been wasted trying to gauge your location if it weren’t for the loud squeals and shouts exploding out of a room. That fits the description Shouta gave. Energetic and no regards for the eardrums of anyone nearby, especially ones trying to sleep.

As you came closer, individual voices could be heard.

“Aizawa-sensei did that? I can’t believe it!”

“He doesn’t seem like a romantic type at all. I should believe the sky is collapsing before this.”

“He does it all the time, every single day. Ah, that’s her! [Name]!” Slipping into the classroom and nodding to the students, you carefully embraced the small child and held her up in your arms. The weight of her body on your arms and her arms around your neck immediately calmed your heart rate down.

“Oh thank goodness I found you, I had no idea where I was! I swear I’m worse than Zoro when it comes to finding my way around.”

“Who’s Zoro?”

“Uhm, a fictional character you don’t need to worry about. You’re too young for One Piece.” Eri nodded with a smile and pulled at your sleeve. “Yes, dear?”

“[Name], they’re all Aizawa-san’s students! They’re so nice!”

“Yes, Grumpy told us about them, right? The band of misfits who he loves very much even though he never said it out loud or sometimes says the complete opposite. Remember how he said ‘I would rather drink an entire bottle of balsamic vinegar than go to another class’ yesterday but still woke up at 6? He’s such a tsundere.”

“He doesn’t like it when you call him that.”

“What, Grumpy? No, he loves it, I can tell. I’m psychic.”

“Psychic?”

“I can read what other people think. It’s my Quirk.”

“Isn’t your Quirk Piggy?”

“...I have two quirks? No, that doesn’t make sense. Alright, you got me, I’m lying. And it’s Pygmalion, remember? Piggy is cute but very misleading.”

The students watched the light banter between you and Eri, eyes shifting to whoever was speaking. A lightbulb went off in Sero’s head which stopped the conversation.

“Wait, I’ve seen you around before! You’re in the cafeteria every night!” Your attention changed to the boy, and the gaggle of wide-eyed children, at that.

“Oh, I thought I was sneaky enough. Guess not. Okay, hello everyone! I’m [Surname] [Name], and I’m taking care of Eri along with that grouch you call a teacher in the faculty’s dorms. I’m not a suspicious person, I have all of my credentials and papers. And this little lady has a maths test to start!” Eri squealed and attempted to wriggle out of your arms at that, determined to escape. She slipped off and hid behind Midoriya, sticking her tongue out at you.

“I want to stay here!” You crouched down to her eye level, trying to reason with her. It was hard to say no since she barely asks for anything, and you never wanted to stop her from experiencing the outside world.

“Sweetie, these students must have their classwork to do and we might be disturbing them. And we don’t want to do that, ri—”

“Actually!” Kaminari cut in. “Sorry for interrupting, but we have absolutely no work right now!” Iida attempted to say “Yes we do.” but was smothered into silence by Ashido. “We have all the time in the world to talk to Eri-chan!” Her head spun to yours at that, large puppy-dog eyes fluttering with clasped hands. This was a move you tried to ban in the house because it instantly made you weak.

“Alright then… If we’re not disrupting you guys, then I don’t see the harm. I’ll be sitting here, just to keep an eye out for our little miss. Don’t mind me.” Making yourself comfortable, you whipped out a novel from your bag and started reading. Although, the session lasted for only 2 minutes since the lack of rambunctious noise made you look up to 21 pairs of eyes staring back at you. “Can I… help you?”

“Miss, you live with Eri-chan, right?”

“Yes. Also, just call me [Name]. Yobisute is fine, don’t be so distant!”

“Ah, right. So you live with Aizawa-sensei.”

“Yup! You guys have it hard, having Grumpy for a teacher. Although I shouldn’t be the one saying that, seeing how I’ve been going out with him for the past… 3 years? Wow, time flies.” Screams of “What?” and “He’s dating someone?” filled the room. “Ah, so he didn’t mention me, huh? Typical Grumpy.”

“What do you see in him?” Todoroki’s voice cut through the chatter. Midoriya shrieked and explained to the bichrome boy how that has an offensive meaning. “Oh, I see. Sorry.” You laughed at the boy’s lack of social understanding.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I do want to get back at him, though. You guys want to hear about all the things he did with me over the years?” 21 heads nodded. “Well then, sit down and storytime will begin.”

Aizawa was looking at hell. Or at least a perfect replication of it in his homeroom class. You, standing in his spot and recounting everything he’s ever done with you, and his students, looking like they were practically engraving your words into their brains.

“What are you doing?” The children shrieked at his appearance. The fact that they didn’t realise he was there until he spoke up made Aizawa mentally note to increase their schoolwork in perception. It’s vital in Hero work, after all. You, on the other hand, aren’t even phased.

“What’s up, Mr Grinch? You somehow look more tired than this morning, what an accomplishment in uh… 8 hours.” He flicked your forehead for that, ignoring your yelp of pain. “This is a terrible way to treat your girlfriend!”

“And yet you haven’t broken up with me.” His students squealed and whistled at his comment. Acts which stopped as soon as he glared at them. “I’m back now, you said Eri needs to do her maths test.” He picked up the little girl from his desk and placed her on your folded arms, making sure she’s stable before letting go.

“Alright, alright, we’re going. Did you guys have fun?” A chorus of “Yes!” nearly blasted yours and his eardrums off. Eri was saved thanks to Aizawa’s quick reflexes. He clasped his hands over her ears just in time. “Nice! Okay, we have to go now. Bye guys!” Another chorus of “Bye [Name]!” echoed.

Your boyfriend followed you out of the classroom, patting Eri’s head while shooing you off. “I don’t have night patrol today.”

“That’s great! I bought some cake from that bakery around the corner. Brave through the day and come back to me in one piece, okay?” Your lips connected to his but he immediately pulled back at the screams from behind him. Nearly every single student had their face peeking out of the room, eyes glittering. “Oh oops.”

“Shit.”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta imagine #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha imagine #boku no hero academia imagine #bnha one shot #boku no hero academia one shot #bnha #boku no hero academia #aizawa #aizawa shouta #crack #fluff #female reader

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fafulous · 4 years

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Take Me Home (1/5)

Andy Barber x Reader (Post!Defending Jacob)

Summary: After the unfortunate events of the trial and after, a depressed Andy Barber decides to call it quits and start a mundane life far away from Newton. He decides it is best to have a fresh start away from prying eyes and alone, but he never thought his caring neighbor (and her son) would change all of that.

Themes: MAJOR D.J. SPOILERS ((The series is following the BOOK ENDING and not Show)), Sad and soft Andy Barber, Single Mother Reader. Cursing.

a/n: I hope you guys like it. We all know Andy deserves some softness :’)

The one thing you cherished about your neighbourhood was its calming silence.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the 21st century fast pacers. It did not give you any force to lead a rush life. No matter how hard life was you enjoyed this serenity, just like your neighbours.

You were the only one relatively younger in your neighbourhood, for this place was normally owned by retired elderly after experiencing everything life had to offer. But for you and your three-year-old little son, it was a second chance at life. All your neighbours except for that one loner house beside you was occupied by retired veterans and war heroes.

But that soon changed.

A man by the name Andrew Barber had moved to the house beside you. You got to know one day when you saw a huge truck with people going in and out of the house with clean and neat furniture.

Seeing all that, your vivid imagination went running and tried to picture how this man would look. Judging by the furniture (which made no sense), you thought your new neighbour was someone who would be simple and felt it wasn’t going to be someone who was, you know, old.

Oh boy were you right.

Once those packers went by, you saw him.

Andrew Barber was nothing what you thought out to be. Tall and broad, his back muscles would tell you its own tale. From afar you noticed his biceps never failed him too, for his arms screamed whenever he went in and out with a huge piece of cardboard boxes. His facial hair was a bit messy, like he is just moving into his new abode right after a sloth nap. You weren’t sure but his blue eyes had a dull finish that were deep embedded in his sunken face.

You also took notice of his sleek black Audi A6 which was parked by his driveway; It was not easy to peel your eyes away from its beauty.

This was wrong. You’re a single mother with the most adorable kid you could’ve ever asked for. After a struggle of six months your son Nikolai and you have found a hint of stability; single parenting is never easy unless you get the hang of it.

And you did.

Before you could offer any refreshments, your neighbours beat you to it. They were too kind. They were the elderly parents whose snobbish kids only visited once a year. Hence you decided to fill the gap in their lives. They loved you and you loved them back.

So now you decided that maybe when the time is right, you could meet him in a day or two and get to know each other.

Right?

—

This was new for Andy. Very foreign too.

To live a life without Laurie and Jacob was something he never expected to happen after the trial. It’s been a good handful of weeks since it happened. He did not even have the heart to think more about his son. His eyes would cloud with tears and the whole day would go wasted in drowning himself in sorrow and liquor.

He was still mourning after all.

So he decided to move. Move away from his house that reminded of his 17 years of a marriage that only seemed successful, only for it go wrong in an impulse. Move away from all of the local tabloids that hinted at himself being a next murderer.

Move away from his unsuccessful lineage.

Scattered around him were boxes of his stuff at his new house, his stuff alone. Laurie’s stuff was nearly packed and sent away to her parents’ home, the last time he’ll ever associate himself with her family.

Yes, her family.

Andy did file for a divorce while she was in prison, but that was a long procedure until it became official. However hard it was to sign those papers; it was as hard to let go of Laurie. Because if he lets her go, he has nobody.

A lone sunken soul.

The packers truck got in half of his belongings, the remaining which will come tomorrow. It was difficult moving especially with one single person. His neighbours were all elderly, so surely, he could not ask anyone for help. Also, it was another reason he chose this locality, he could be alone while he knew he lived in a tightly knitted community filled with respected war veterans.

He was extremely taken aback when many of his neighbours offered him freshly cooked food and refreshments to get over the day. He was thankful. They knew about his past and still they accepted him and asked him to reach out if any help was needed.

Andy’s day went ahead unpacking his clothes first, which took his time. He wondered if he’d ever need the fashionable suits and ties, he wore to work. There was a job opening at a swimming instructor at the local community gym; all he needs are those Speedos. But nevertheless, he kept then all back, trying to keep his mind preoccupied in cleaning.

But all that effort seemed futile for every memory crashed down when he unpacked his wedding tux.

He felt too claustrophobic, buried his hand in his face. He no longer had a marriage. He no longer had anyone to look after.

He no longer had anyone to look after him.

But amidst all this chaos in his foggy mind, he hears a lovely toothy giggle of a child.

He peeks out of his window to see a young mother and her small son sitting in their backyard with a picnic spread in front of them, while the little boy kept tripping over the grass purposefully just so he could laugh and make his mother laugh too. Andy had no idea he had a middle-aged family living nearby.

Seeing you and the son spread this familiar warmth inside Andy, reminiscing how he had this. It reminded Andy of a happier time.

Soon to be replaced with anguish. He would never have that again. He missed feeling the warmth of family, the love of a wife. Life never really gave second chances he believed.

He noticed you, a caring mother placing the little one on your lap while you fed him all the scrumptious food. He didn’t fail to miss how your eyes shined with happiness. A happy woman is always a pretty woman at heart; it is something he used to tell himself. A soft chuckle left out of Andy’s lips as he saw the boy eat the food messily, but you seemed to be patient, responding lovingly towards his naughty antics.

Her husband is one lucky son of a bitch.

He could watch you two all day, but that would be extremely inappropriate. Right now, Andy wanted his newfound house to look like a home.

Next day went by and it didn’t seem like he was getting anywhere near getting his house ready. He was waiting for another truck to get more of his stuff while he sipped on some bear till the movers arrived. They unloaded most of his stuff at his lawn and went away.

“Need a hand moving those boxes?”

Andy turned around to a gentle voice of the same woman who had he had seen yesterday with the small child.

You.

A chilly afternoon, he wasn’t surprised you sporting a loose, fluffy knitted woollen pullover with black leggings. Your hair was tied up in a bun and then noticed that he was probably staring at you for a long time.

“Uh- No. I’m fine, thank you.”

But you kept standing there looking at him smirking. He was literally struggling to carry all those boxes “Your body language says something else.”

When he looked up you saw his sunken eyes with even more detail as though the man hasn’t slept in days, “Would I be desperate man if I said yes?”

You chuckled, “Not at all. I’m Y/N Y/LN.”

“Andrew Barber”, he stretched out his hand for a warm greeting with a firm handshake. The feeling of his rough palms sends small jitters to you, but you ignored it; and just like that you resumed.

You helped him lift the bigger boxes to his house even though you knew he carried most of the weight. Two could always get the work done sooner. Both of you didn’t talk much for these 20 minutes but it was a comfortable silence while both of you took sneaky glances at each other’s features.

When you neared him, you realized he was lot more than just handsome. Sunken face was holding two blue eyes that would be enticing if he had put any effort to put any life in them. His beard was neatly trimmed although scruffy, just like you saw yesterday.

Andy on the other hand was just too despondent to, you know, check you out. He thought you to be a beautiful woman with a kind heart, especially after seeing you and your son yesterday.

He even thought of asking you about your son and family, but that would be too intrusive he wondered.

Andy thought you’d leave after moving the boxes but you insisted you’d stay to help unpack his stuff and maybe cook some lunch for him since he didn’t even unpack his kitchen utensils out. He was ready to accept the help only for a second.

The Andrew Barber he knew before the events of the trial would have gladly accepted, maybe even made lunch for the beautiful lady, instead of you, who graciously offered him help. He was divorced now so there was nothing stopping him.

But do you really deserve a fresh start with a lady Andy?

Would she be here if she knew who you really were?

His mind was plagued. He moved here with the intention of a fresh start but, he wondered if anyone would actually accept him. He decided for himself that they wouldn’t.

“It’s alright Y/N. Thanks for your help.”

There was no way a man could set up his home all alone you thought. “Mr. Barber, are you sure? I really have no problem. I’m completely unoccupied at the moment. Besides Nikolai-”

“No.”

You blinked at his curt reply.

“I’m good Y/N. I can take care of the remaining stuff here. You can go now.”

Looking at him made you realise how conflicted he was. His words likely meant that he didn’t require your presence but his whole demeanour looked like just wanted some god damn company. He didn’t mind your help at first, but at the same time now he was pushing you away. What changed?

So much for making acquaintances with the new neighbour, you thought.

Without saying anything you stiffly nodded, Andy realizing the offence written all over your face, and saw you walk away from his abode closing his door politely.

It was probably for the best to keep distance from a kind woman like you. He knew you were trying to get acquainted with him like any normal person would, but Andy was firmly grounded that he and normalcy would never go back again.

The minute you left he opened another beer bottle to sink himself. This fresh start for Andy was just bullshit.

–

You rushed back the minute you closed Mr. Grumpy Cat’s door and made a beeline to your home, only to see your son playing on the countertop with one your elderly neighbour.

“Thank you, Mr. Arthur, for taking care of Nikolai. I hope he didn’t cause much trouble.”

“I’d do anything for you sweet pea, Nikolai was a sweetheart.” The old man chuckled and turned to leave, “By the way last weekend’s pot pie was delicious. I had to make it up to you.”

Returning a hug, you thanked your neighbour again and leaped your son in your arms, attacking him with kissed while he spurted giggles. “Mommy it tickles!”

“Guess what happened peaches? I met our new neighbour”

Nikolai clapped his hand “Mista Wandew Bahhba?”

Your son was hell bent on knowing the name of the newcomer after he laid his eyes on the stylish black Audi. Boys always know their toys.

You nodded, “He’s a grumpy man peaches. I have no idea what to do with him.” And just like that you began speaking with Nikolai. He was your only company to talk. He never really understood anything, but your talented son did a fairly good job of putting up a pretense to hear.

“I offered him help and he says yes. Then I kindly ask him if I can help him more, you know like cook homemade spaghetti. But instead he becomes snippy with me?”

“Woh no,” your son whispered to your exclamation, which in reality was for his superhero figurines falling on to the floor. “I like his cahr mommy.”

“So do I Niko, but I so do not like him,” you paused and gave him a kiss on the forehead, “Guess we’re the only sunshine in this neighbourhood peaches.”

—

Days went by and you rarely interacted with your new neighbour.

Oh and when it did, it really never went well for you.

The first time was when a few standard posts under the name of Mr. Barber arrived at your doorstep, since he wasn’t available at his house. Like any other hospitable neighbour, you signed the post and made sure to drop it by him when he gets back.

"Uh Mr. Barber the post man dropped this by at our doorstep since you weren’t available. I thought I should give it to you.”

Andy opened the door with a few knocks and saw you standing with a few posts in a fluffy cable knit sweater. He took the posts from you, gently brushing over your hands. He perused through them quickly and gave you that conflicted stern look.

“I appreciate it Mrs. Y/L/N, but next time I’d like to collect my own posts irrespective of its nature. You can tell them I can collect it from the post office”

Was this man for real?

You crossed your arms and gave him back that stern look too. He wasn’t going to get away without you throwing shade. “Oh you know Mr. Barber I was just trying to be a good neighbour. It’s not like I’m dying here to get associated with you.”

He gave you a nasty grin which triggered you to make you leave away from his threshold.

Andy thought for a moment that he already crossed the line with the wrong woman.

The next time you met him was probably the last time you would ever meet him.

Your shift at the library got too late, for you were the Librarian of the local Library. You didn’t have to worry much about picking up your son late for he was at Mr. Arthur’s.

But coming home realising that he was sitting on the front porch of Andrew’s house made you park your car haphazardly in your driveway and run up to your child, ignoring Andrew’s presence.

“I’m so sorry sweetie. What are you doing here Niko?”

Andy interrupted, “Mr. Arthur had to visit the hospital. He was catching the flu and he didn’t want to give it to Nikolai here.”

You didn’t want to meet his gaze, but you forced yourself for you were grateful for this kind gesture. Maybe this Grumpy Cat has a kind heart after all.

“Mr. Barber, thank you so much for taking care of Niko. My phone must’ve been on silent if Arthur wanted to contact me.”

“Oh, don’t thank me Mrs. Y/L/N. I am just filling in the gaps of irresponsible parenting.”

It felt like a blunt hit to your heart. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, you heard me.” he whispered so closely that you could smell his musky deodorant with a hint of beer. Your son was out of earshot, sipping on a glass of lemonade that was probably offered by this man. “Trust me I know what happens to a child that is always kept away from their caretakers.”

He quickly went on to say how Nikolai was a special child when your son came near you both and how your family should take more care in your child. You never really listened for your eyes threatened to pierce with tears. No way were you going to cry in front of this man.

“Thank you Mista Wandi.”

“Anytime buddy.”

He went up and shut the door, like it was a personal aimed at you.

And you just stood there feeling numb while Niko tugged on your work coat.

“Let’s go home Mommi.”

The audacity to tell you how to be a parent. Did he even have a child? Does he even know how to it is to take care of a child single handed?

But those questions never mattered. No matter how positive you are in life, its never nice to hear someone spew your flaws on to your face.

Meanwhile minutes passed when Andy soon realised how he had royally fucked up. Everyday around 5pm you and your child would come along to the backyard and have a snack ritual while both of you played or read story books. For Andy, though he chided himself for his stalking behaviour, it brought him a sense of peace to see your son scream with shrills of laughter when he ran around the lawn.

He had nothing against you, yet he was being selfish.

I be mean to her; I stay away from here. Simple.

Today however, Nikolai sat facing away from his ypu munching on freshly baked cookies while you sported a tear stained face. He felt a twinge when he saw you staring straight ahead with a blank stare while tears rolled down. His heart successfully sunked when he saw Nikolai trying to wipe your tears and hug you. Andrew then sat down dramatically on his chair when he saw you breakdown into your son’s fragile shoulders.

Apologies wouldn’t fix this. It would, but Andrew Barber the resilient thought that being obnoxiously rude to someone he wants to be close to will make them hate him.

He never thought it would hurt you.

He decided not to take any efforts in an apology; or it could take more than an apology.

—

A few weeks passed by and you tried your level best and succeeded in avoiding banters with Mr. Grumpy Cat. Whenever you saw him, a flurry of rage fell over you. Was it your mistake you were trying to be friendly to your only attractive neighbour?

Strike out attractive. A mean soul was never attractive.

Andrew Barber on the other hand dreaded what had happened; he was a little too late to the party to realise that your house had no male inhabitant, except for that one man who had made a visit.

He soon deduced that you were a single mother.

Too late rather Andy.

And when he recalled what he had said to you, he wanted you to slap him in the face. Hard enough to have a bruise that lasted for a year.

Nikolai and you always woke up late on a weekend morning. Both of you always shared and slept in the same room for Nikolai had regularly occurring nightmares.

You never realised but you and Niko woke up a small commotion outside your house, or probably his house.

Plus, the other day it so happened Nikolai’s father paid a terribly long visit, pleading you to take him back into your life. He felt apologetic for what he did. But that lingering memory was soon cut off by Grumpy Cat’s voice.

Knowing his tendencies to irate his neighbours, (or maybe just you exclusively) you ignored it and began serving late breakfast pancakes for your son. But you soon stopped when you heard a loud, hoarse bellow.

“GET OFF MY LAWN!”

You looked outside of your window to see a bunch of vans and the reporters standing outside Andy’s lawn. Niko ran up to you and carried him over your hip for the little one heard the scary yell too.

Andy’s car was parked haphazardly on the pavement. A pair or more of reporters were taking pictures of him and his vandalised garage door.

“Oh my god.”

You put down Niko and asked him to play with his toys. Yes, you hated Andrew but what you saw on his now tainted garage door made you want to retch. It was such a distasteful thing to do. It appeared as if a spray can paint was used to write whatever it was on the door:

MURDERER, YOU WILL ROT IN HELL TOO.

Andy crouched down on his knees, his hands covering his face and ruggedly running his hands through his hair, while he kneeled down in front of the vandalism.

The very reason he moved away from Newton was now on his garage door.

You wanted to go out and help him, but your ego wouldn’t let you. Why should you help a man who was nothing but mean to you all this while?

Luckily enough you saw Mr. Arthur and a couple of his old friends admonishing the press. They threatened that this community was filled with retired war veterans and that they would charge them for community trespassing and disrupting the lives of people who have lost a limb and more for this country.

Hearing that threat made the desperate amateur reporters leave from the vicinity as soon as possible.

Andy stood up and tried to process this whole situation, looking around for any sort of help, only to lay his eyes on the faint image you from your window.

You expected him to shout and rage and ask you to fuck off from staring at his pitiful state. But he didn’t. You would never forget those embarrassed sunken eyes, silently pleading for help.

He didn’t deserve this. You have no idea about his past or who he was to garner such attention, but this was just cruel. He soon averted from your gaze and went on to thank his fellow elderly friends and made his way inside home.

Later in the evening, you caught Andy scrubbing the ugly writings with cloth and soap water. After a while, he took a few steps behind and saw that they words were still there but faded.

“I had some grey paint for Nikolai’s nursery, but never got the chance to do it.”

Andy turned to that sweet voice of yours and hesitated in meeting your gaze. He was embarrassed, for you stood there, giving out an arm to help him again despite his foul behaviour. He saw little Nikolai standing behind you with his shabby brown hair that reminded him of Jacob, clutching onto your legs while he peaked at him. He didn’t understand what you mean by the whole nursery thing, but he stood up and finally, both of you took in each other’s gaze.

Andy’s eyes were even more sunken than he had when he arrived, his blue orbs sunk in a sea of red. He must have been crying. He saw you were missing your feisty eyes that you always sported. Maybe it’s because you despised him so much.

“It’s not the exact colour of your garage door but it can do the trick I suppose.”

The second you handed over the paint to him, you quickly turned around to head towards your home. But Andy didn’t want to push you further anymore by being a dick. He was ready to apologise.

“Hey please listen up! I really am s- “

“No no no,” your voice trembled; this habit of crying while you were angry was just exasperating you wondered, “I think its best we don’t hold conversation Mr. Barber. This will be probably my last interaction with you; what happened to you was horrid and ugly. You don’t deserve that. That much I know”

Andy was hesitant, embarrassed. “Mrs. Y/L/N- “

“Quit calling me a missus! I am not even fucking married anymore-” you said drawing quotes in the air, to be interrupted by a little tug at your coat. You realised that your kid was standing next to you. And you swore in front of him. Great parenting.

“Oh Niko,” you picked him up and peppered him with a few kisses, “Sorry for that language. Mommy won’t swear again okay. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah”, the kid nodded and buried his head into your neck and hugging you tightly.

"Let’s go, sweetie. I’m done with this man.”

As you went away the little boy who was wrapped around over your shoulder waved with his short hands to Andy. To Nikolai, Andy was the one who had the coolest car and made the best lemonade (which he had when he was made to wait for his mom). He never really understood the intensity of adults’ arguments. He was just a grateful child.

It was only then Andy realised he had to make it up to you by any means for he stood there alone feeling like a real douchebag with a paint can in his hands.

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happy birthday @manesalex !!! sorry it’s kinda late, I took two naps today askjdfals

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“Just go over there.”

“What? No! That’s weird.”

“How?”

Michael shrugged Isobel off his shoulder and looked back at his sketchpad that was a spaceship design he was beginning to think wouldn’t work. However, his eyes drifted back up and over to where Alex was sitting under a tree by himself with a book in hand. It was almost too picturesque to be true. But there he was.

“I barely know the guy,” Michael said. He still bit into his thumb as he watched Alex stretch his neck by leaning his head to one shoulder and then the other. What the fuck.

“What do you mean you barely know the guy? You sat next to him for four years and talked to him nearly every day,” Isobel scoffed. Michael rolled his eyes. “Plus I know you have a thing for him.”

“I do not have a‒”

“You’re a lot of things, but a good liar isn’t one of them,” Isobel said. Michael glared at her, but she grinned as she reached into her picnic basket and pulled out two oranges. “Go offer him one.”

“I don’t want to interrupt him. What if he’s super into his book?” Michael asked.

“Michael, it’s now or never. You’re about to go to college. Might as well try to get laid before you go by the hot emo kid,” Isobel said, handing him the oranges and then nodding over at him. He really, really did not want to bother him.

And yet he really, really did.

So, with the constant reminder that he was going to be leaving town relatively soon and if this went horribly he could just forget it ever happened, he made his way over to Alex Manes. The worst thing that could happen is he says no. Or laughs in your face. Or spits on you.

“Hey,” Michael said, trying to casually throw one of the oranges up in the air. He very not casually missed it and watched in horror as it fell into Alex’s book. Though, he supposed that was better than actually hitting Alex with it.

“Hey to you too,” Alex laughed, looking up at him with a brighter smile than he’d had in probably all of high school. It was almost jarring. “You want this back?”

“I was gonna offer it to you, but I guess it already decided it belonged to you,” Michael said. Play it cool.

“Oh,” Alex said, folding the corner to mark his page before closing his book and readjusting to sit up straight. “Did you wanna… like, sit with me? Or are you busy, ‘cause‒”

“I’ll sit,” Michael said and did his best not to think too far into it. Namely hoping not to think about the fact that Isobel was probably making embarrassing facial expressions behind him.

Michael sat criss-cross beside Alex and dug his thumb into his orange, ripping the rind off in pieces. He was perfectly content doing that until he heard Alex laughing under his breath. When he looked up, he saw Alex half-way through peeling the orange in one long strip.

“What the fuck, how are you doing that?” Michael asked, scooting closer without even thinking.

“It’s easy, you just sort of use your thumb to make a little circle around the top right here and then slowly guide it,” Alex said, his long fingers twisting the orange in his hands as he continued to peel it, “Less messy.”

“Man, didn’t know you were gonna make me seem so dumb just by sitting near you for five seconds,” Michael teased. Alex rolled his eyes and nudged his knee into Michael’s.

“You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, you’re just impatient when it comes to orange peeling, I guess,” Alex said. Michael bit back a smile.

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re pretty smart too.”

“I’m not the one who got a full ride to UNM,” Alex pointed out. Michael raised an eyebrow.

“You heard about that?”

“Yeah, I never got the chance to say congrats. So… congrats,” Alex said, gently putting the single long strip of orange peel down on the ground and plucking out a wedge.

“Thanks,” Michael said, “So, uh, are you going to college? Or are you doing something else? Gonna go busk in LA, maybe?”

Alex shrugged, taking a bite out of the wedge before his tongue swiped over his bottom lip to catch any juice. If Michael’s brain short circuited for a moment, it managed to go unnoticed. Who allowed someone who looked like that to just exist in everyday life? He seemed unreal.

“Still weighing my options,” Alex said, looking over at Michael with mirth in his eyes, “But don’t be surprised if you see me around campus, okay?”

Michael straightened up a bit and his eyes widened. “Oh. Awesome. That’s‒We should, like, get coffee together.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, nodding his head, “We should.”

Michael felt like his body was on fire as he watched Alex take another bite all while thinking of casually getting coffee with him on a college campus. That was straight out of a YA novel. That was so normal. Could he be normal with Alex? Could he actually have that?

“Maybe, um,” Alex said, shrugging again, “If you’re free, we could get coffee together before? Like… tomorrow, if you’re not busy?”

Michael stared at him for a moment, lips parted as he processed what he was saying. Coffee. Together. On purpose. Tomorrow. When Alex glanced back up at him, he was smiling still. All wide and pretty and impressive and what the fuck.

“Like, for real?”

“What do you mean? Yeah, for real,” Alex said, laughing warmly. Surely Michael was melting into the grass by now.

“Like… a date?” Michael asked. Alex looked back down at his orange as his cheeks turned a shade of red.

“I mean, yeah, if you want.”

“Yes!” Michael said a little too loudly, “I mean, yeah, sure, sounds cool.”

“You’re such a dork,” Alex laughed, grabbing one of his ripped off pieces of orange peel and throwing it at him.

“Hey, don’t throw things at me,” Michael said, throwing a different piece at him.

Alex’s laughter grew as he threw another piece and then another, another, until he called a ceasefire.

“Okay! White flag,” Alex told him. Michael held up his hands in surrender, though his heart was going wild in his chest. Four years sitting next to Alex and it’d never felt this easy. Was that what came with a date with him? How many was he going to get? “You haven’t even eaten any of your orange yet.”

And before he could even process it, Alex held out an orange wedge. Michael raised his hand to grab it from him, but Alex tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as if that’s not what he was suggesting. Slowly, to make sure he wasn’t completely wrong, Michael leaned forward and opened his mouth. Then Alex pushed it past his lips, the pads of his fingers touching them before he moved his hand to Michael’s jaw to make him close his mouth. That was enough to make his brain actually stop functioning.

“Are you gonna chew or are you planning on choking?” Alex asked softly. Michael slowly started to remember how to eat and chewed slowly, eyes never leaving Alex’s.

He waited until he swallowed it to speak, thankfully.

“I really wanna get coffee with you. More than once,” he said. Alex smiled.

“Good. Because so do I.”

By the time Alex had to leave for his shift at the UFO Emporium, Michael was ready to bow down to Isobel for making him go over there in the first place.

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH134

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Chapter 134: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXIV)

The night was heavy and all was silent.

The shaking of the earth hadn’t stopped, and it was getting stronger and more frequent.

This field, which had been dead for many years, was slowly collapsing, just like his world.

Holding Qi Leren’s body, Ning Zhou walked on the stone stairs of the former site of the Vatican and went down step by step, from the cloud to the ground, from heaven to hell.

The night wind brought back memories. Once, those dull and tiny joys were buried in countless pains and hesitations. However, when death filtered out the impurities like gravel from sand, what remained was the sweet taste that made one feel excited.

But before he could even taste it carefully, he had turned to the final chapter of this surprise tragedy.

The Garden of the Holy Tomb was just around the corner.

In the corner of the cemetery, the huge tree stump with a diameter of more than two meters had already been hollowed out, and the remaining wood ring was covered with grass and blue and white fallen flowers, like a natural bed.

They’d come back here, the place he had used to take a nice nap, and where he had looked at him so warmly.

This time, he would sleep for a long time, and he would wait for a long time.

Maybe a part of his soul would stay here forever, with him who had died forever.

He carefully wiped the blood from Qi Leren’s face and hands. Once white and beautiful, his pampered hands were full of burns caused by the explosion and there were scars that had healed over from underground lake so long ago. From countless details, Ning Zhou had already outlined what happened in the church.

Isabel served the Devil of Fraud and her appearance could only represent one thing - the Devil of Fraud has entered this field, and his identity was beyond doubt.

The Devil had seduced his lover, but he’d refused.

The spilled Devil's blood in the church quietly told everything.

Betrayal or death.

He’d chosen death.

Why? Ning Zhou asked silently, Why choose death?

He’d clearly told him that living was always the most important thing.

He would rather see him drink the Devil's blood and be destined for hell. At least he could live. He could also hide this love that is not blessed by God in his heart, and draw a perfect full stop for everything. Anyway, for these unbelievers from different worlds, the positions of justice and evil weren’t clear, were they?

Maybe in the future, they would face each other because of their positions. He was willing to give up his life with his own hands to repay his sacrifice to him again and again.

Yes, he had chosen to die.

The night wind was cold, blowing petals off the branches of the surrounding trees, and the blue and white fallen flowers fell in a swirl. Just like that day when he’d slept quietly in the warm afternoon sunshine, but this time, he wouldn't wake up again.

The eagle quietly landed on the edge of this natural bed. It cocked its head, looked in puzzlement at Qi Leren who slept there, jumped to his side, rubbed his cold face with its beak, and then came to Ning Zhou's shoulder and rubbed his face.

The same cold, the same silence. The eagle whined, flapping its wings and flying away.

Ning Zhou had never felt so cold. Even when he was in that country where there was snow and ice all the year round, it had never been so cold, so cold that he couldn't weave a ring.

When this grass ring was woven and formed, Ning Zhou knelt down slowly by the stump and took Qi Leren's hand, just as he had done many times in his dreams.

But outside of these dreams, there was only this reality that was a thousand times more cruel.

He proposed to his dead lover, willing to spend the rest of his life to hold to a love that was not allowed by God, even if he would fall into hell after death and sink forever.

The wounded hand was as cold as ice, and the coldness of death had frozen his heart along the blood vessels. There seemed to be a wound that would never heal, and this wound would accompany his every heartbeat and accompany him through his life.

He put the ring on him instead of kissing his lips. Instead, he kissed every wound on his hand. He was as pious as he would be kissing the cross. All the hesitation, jealousy, disobedience, pain, and love that he’d once dared not admit were melted by the cruel death and turned into countless sharp arrows, which shot through his heart one by one.

The cruelest torture in the worldwais no match for the pain and suffering of this moment. And this despair would continue until he walked into the abyss of death.

In this decaying rotten stump under the unchanging starry sea, his lover was sleeping. The Milky Way rose above his head and fell to the west. The world gradually brightened and the stars were annihilated, the east gradually turned white, and dawn would soon arrive.

But maybe, it would never come.

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The eagle hovered in the dawn wind.

After being sent back to the castle, he has been unconscious until now. Dr. Lu ran all the way to the old site of the Vatican. He couldn't find any of his companions and wandered around at a loss.

The eagle flew down from the sky and led Dr. Lu to the direction of the Garden of the Holy Tomb at the foot of the mountain. The nervous Dr. Lu followed it and came all the way to the place where they had had a picnic only a few days ago.

In the corner of the garden, he saw Ning Zhou. He stood in front of the broken stump with his back turned to him, and his back seemed to melt in the morning sun.

Delighted, Dr. Lu ran to him: "Ning Zhou! Ning Zhou! I finally found you. Why are you here? Where's Qi Leren? Where's Su He? Last night..."

His footsteps slowed down and his voice came to an abrupt end. Dr. Lu stared at the stump covered with grass and fallen flowers and his face instantly turned pale. He walked beside Ning Zhou as if sleepwalking, looking at the lifeless face of his former friend and the blood on his clothes. His mind went blank.

Dr. Lu held out his trembling hand, but as soon as he touched his cold neck, he took back his hand like he’d been given an electric shock and began to cry.

He realized that his friend would never come back.

The sun rose and dispelled the darkness of night, but the two people bathed in the warm sunshine did not feel the heat at all.

Time passed quietly and the funeral began and ended in silence. Ning Zhou couldn't even give a eulogy for him, because his lover was a non-believer.

But it was such a carefree non-believer that this devout believer had met briefly in this world, fell in love with quietly, and then been left by silently. The last words were "you must wait for me" with a smile before he’d left, and then "I love you" written in blood. Abandoning this body, their souls would neither meet in heaven nor in hell. They were not even people of the same world.

The dead were dead, but the living have to spend a long life remembering the cruelness of a love that had never started.

Dr. Lu's crying gradually quieted down, leaving only sobbing again and again.

The ground was still shaking, and it was becoming more and more frequent. The shaking earth had plunged the whole Holy City into panic. Even in the former site of the Vatican far away from the residential areas, they could vaguely hear the noise.

After standing for so long like a sculpture in front of the stump, Ning Zhou finally moved, and Dr. Lu watched anxiously as he took off the coat of his Holy See uniform and covered Qi Leren with it. It was then that he discovered that Ning Zhou’s waist was stained heavily with blood.

"You... Are you hurt? Let me help you... Help you treat it..." Dr. Lu trilled.

Ning Zhou silently shook his head and turned to the corner of the garden, where vast areas of wild roses were in full bloom, planted by Maria in those days. After more than 20 years, they grew tenaciously in the wind and rain.

He picked seven white wild roses. The hard stems covered with thorns bloodied his hands, but he seemed not to notice and took off the thorns one by one.

He walked up to him with the flowers in his hand. He slept in a tree stump covered with petals and bathed in warm sunshine. His memory couldn't help overlapping the past and present, but this time, he wouldn't open his eyes to meet his sight. But he would always remember the gentleness of that glance.

The pure white roses were placed on Qi Leren’s body, separated by the black Holy See uniform, and separated by life and death.

This really was a great distance.

The sun that had once lit up his life has set, and the rest of his life would be a long eternal night.

After such a short life, he had lost someone forever.

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timbertumbr · 3 years

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Can I request a BHC! Ash x reader if that’s alright

Opposites Attract (BHC! Ash X Reader) Requested

Here ya go Anon! Sorry it took a while.

Ash is kind, shy, quiet and overall an introvert. You are the exact opposite, talkative, sociable, chill and best of all, a great listener if need be. The very definition of an extrovert. So here you were, helping Poplar in the kitchen when he asks you to do something for him.

“You want me to hang out with your brother?”

“Yes! I Think It Would Really Help Him!” You mull over his answer as you hand him some spices.

“Sure, but would he be okay with that?” You wouldn’t want to make the poor skele uncomfortable.

“Most Likely! Before Certain… Events, He Always Had A Good Eye For Good People!” You nod.

“Alright, then how do you suggest I go about it?” Might as well ask the expert himself right?

“I’m Glad You Asked!” He proceeds to tell you how to win his brother over without making him uncomfortable.

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Ash puts on his sun hat and opens the door to the backyard to see you watering some of the plants. He pauses in his step and stares, he… wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here. Especially you. You see Ash and wave at him before moving to water another patch of plants. He sighs and walks over to you.

“...How much water did you give em?” He asks, knowing Poplar probably gave you a schedule.

“The amount it says on the schedule Poplar gave me,” Nailed it.

“... I see… What plants have you not watered yet?” You put the watering can down and check the schedule.

“The poppies, the roses and the morning glories,” Wait- Really? How long have you been out here? And with no protection against the sun no less!

“...I’ll handle the rest of the watering… you go rest in the shade,”

“But-”

“...Please?” Fuck, why he gotta be so damn cute. With a nod, you hand the schedule and the watering can to Ash and head over to the shade. While Ash watered the remaining plants, he looked at the ones you did water and was relatively surprised by how well you did. He didn’t take you for the gardening type. He finished the watering and headed on over to you.

“... Wanna help me get rid of the weeds?” You smile and go to stand up when Ash holds up a hand.

“...Wait here,” And off he went back into the house, you admired the garden while waiting for him. He soon returned and with a large sun hat.

“... I have extras just in case the others want to join me,” He explained while handing you the sun hat. With a grin, you put it on and walk to the gardening shed for a pair of gloves.

“LET’S PULL SOME WEEDS!” you exclaim while opening the door, this was going to be interesting.

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The skeletons invited you to a day out in the park and you agreed. The skeletons were all over the park either playing frisbee, napping, cooking, or in Ash’s case, chilling under the shade of the tree. You walk up to the chilling skeleton.

“Is it alright if I chill here?” You ask, Ash looks up at you surprised.

“Uh… S-Sure,” You sit down next to the skeleton and offer a bag of chips. He takes one with a small “thanks.”

“Are you enjoying the park?” Ash glances at you before staring up at the sky.

“...Not really,”

“Why’s that?”

“... Too much noise, too many people,” You nod.

“Well if that’s the case, wanna go somewhere else?” He blinks and looks at you.

“... Sure?” You smile, stand up and lend a hand to Ash.

“Great, mind if I take you somewhere?” He stares at your hand before gently taking it. You pull him up and lead him out of the park, through the woods and into a clearing.

“...Woah…” He mutters as you let go of his hand and stretch.

“I come here to take a break from society and what not, a social butterfly has to rest their wings sometimes,” Ash gives you an amused smirk and walks around the clearing admiring the wild flowers while you laid down in the grass and stared up at the sky. Ash walks over to you and looks up himself.

“...This is a good place for stargazing… Sans would like it,” You glance at the skeleton.

“Are you implying that you want to go stargazing?” Ash flushes and looks down at you.

“U-Uh, Th-That’s not,”

“I know what you were saying, but aren’t you technically Sans as well?” You counter before he could ramble, he simply nods.

“Then we’re going stargazing tonight. Unless you don’t want to,” Ash shifts his gaze to a nearby flower as he mulls over your offer.

“...Okay, but only if we tell Sans,’

“Deal,”

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Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months as you got to know Ash better. And oh boy, now you have a problem, a crush has developed for the soft spoken skeleton. And you have no fucking clue how to deal with it so you go to the dating master himself, Papyrus.

“YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR ASH?!” You’re quick to shush him, no one else needs to know.

“Yes, and I have no clue what to do with these feelings!” Papyrus strokes his chin in thought.

“Well, I Propose You Admit Them To Ash!” Papyrus suggests in the most quietest tone.

“WHAT?!” You whisper yell, you don’t know if you can handle this…

“No, Nuh uh, I am NOT risking the friendship I have worked so hard for,” You state firmly, You don’t want to lose Ash…

“... Not risk who’s friendship?” A familiar deep voice asks in a somewhat concerned voice. You squeak and turn to Ash, Papyrus giving you a sly grin before silently leaving the room.

“Uh... “ You answer, a blush creeping on your face. Ash stares at you before tilting his head slightly.

“Do you… love me? Like, romantically?” He asks unsure, a familiar bluish greyish blush covering his face. Your face erupted red, damn him and his observation skills.

“M-Maybe…” You mutter, an awkward silence falling over you.

“... Ya know, You’re as sweet as a flower, and not a daisy goes by when I don’t think of you…” Ash mutters, making your blush worse.

“A-Are you serious?” Ash nods.

“As serious as my garden,” You smile.

“So… How do we do this?” You wonder, Ash smiles and holds out a hand.

“Well… if it’s alright with you, want to have a stargazing picnic tonight?” Your eyes sparkle as you gently take his hand.

“Yes, I’d love that!”

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luninosity · 3 years

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One more @evanstanweek fill for today!

Prompt 6, “fluff” - 968 words, no warnings, anniversaries and breakfast in bed! (Technically a continuation, or rather the "a few months later, now that they're filming" follow-up, for prompt two, when Chris and Seb agree to film that gay rom-com! But you don't really need to've read that one first.)

Read at AO3 here, or on tumblr below!

Sebastian loves living with Chris. Sebastian loves filming with Chris. Sebastian loves rehearsing with Chris. Sebastian, in short, loves his entire life with Chris, not least because at the moment he’s got a day off, in Italy, with Chris.

They’re filming that luscious romantic comedy, full of heart and passion and emotion, Sebastian’s lonely wealthy vineyard owner falling for Chris’s wandering wayward author, under golden sun and blue skies, on shared picnics and villa getaways and lush lavish sex scenes on silken sheets. He and Chris have held hands on camera and off, have kissed on camera and off, have roamed rolling hills and tumbled around in long dry grass together.

He’s lounging in bed, in their small and historic but luxuriously renovated hotel room. They’d slept in; Chris had told him to stay in bed, had kissed him, had pulled on clothes and gone out with a mysterious, “It’s a surprise.” Sebastian had burrowed right back down under bountiful blankets and napped on and off. He likes being warm and cozy, though he does want to get up and explore this tempting fourteenth-century town. So many stories to see.

Speaking of stories, they’ve got a night shoot to get, later. Himself and Chris, as Alex and Ryan, going out to dinner.

It’s actually a complicated scene: Alex wants to give Ryan everything, his home and his wealth and his heart, but he’s not very good at words, more at gestures, and he’s been a private person for so long that a love confession’s difficult; Ryan’s finally been able to write again, and he’s writing about Italy, the words’re flowing, his agent’s talking about publicity and book tours and getting him to come home for meetings with people who suddenly want to adapt his previous novel, and suddenly he’s saying words about leaving and also about writing about them—

They’ll manage dinner, in public, but they’ll fight like hell, back at the villa. And reconcile, of course, in the best romance tradition, later on.

Sebastian’s not worried. He and Chris have practiced those lines, that moment. He’s not Alex and Chris isn’t Ryan, and they’re secure. They know each other inside and out, and that means they’re free to plunge headlong into all the emotions on set. It’ll be intense and powerful and liberating and fun.

The door swings open in an arch of carved wood. Chris appears, in sweatpants and a soft red shirt, with fluffy morning hair; Chris plus a tray of food appears, in fact, all beautifully arranged, coffee and eggs and avocado and toast and blueberry jam, which Chris has somehow found here in Italy, and there’s even a small rose in a vase. Red, and sweet.

Sebastian stares at it. Then looks up at Chris. Then points out, “I was already planning on sex with you, y’know, kind of a sure thing here, you don’t have to seduce me.”

“I know you’re my sure thing,” Chris says, coming over and putting the tray on Sebastian’s lap. “I also know you don’t know what day it is.”

“Um…Wednesday? Is Wednesday some sort of breakfast in bed day? I feel like I should know about these traditions.” He also feels kind of warm and fuzzy and helplessly soft inside. Chris has brought him breakfast in bed, and a flower, and Sebastian’s never known his whole entire heart could burst into sparkly metaphorical songs about roses, but it’s done that now.

“It is Wednesday,” Chris agrees, sitting back down with him. “It’s also our anniversary.”

“It is not!” Sebastian knows when their anniversaries are. All of them: first kiss, first date, first time falling into bed. First public announcement and acknowledgement: them together, facing the world. Even before that, their first I love you.

He loves all those anniversaries. Every one.

“It’s the first day I looked at you,” Chris says, “all those years ago, that first Captain America set, and you were laughing—you were so quiet, back then, at least at first—”

Sebastian snorts. “You just didn’t know me yet.”

“I said something stupid,” Chris says, “some joke, I don’t even remember, I was nervous and trying to not be nervous, y’know? And I know it wasn’t that funny, but you laughed like it was the best line you’d ever heard, and then you smiled at me. And I just—I didn’t even know what it was, back then, but it just hit me, like, right in the gut. The way you laughed just because you were happy and then you smiled at me like you really wanted me to know I’d made you happy, and your eyes were so—your whole face was so—and I thought, god, I could do this forever, y’know? I could do this forever, with him. Whatever that meant.”

“Jesus,” Sebastian says, a little weakly because he’s fighting back treacherous spilling-over emotions. “You know, if you’d said so then, we could’ve been doing this much sooner…”

“So I’m kinda slow, sometimes,” Chris agrees. “But I figured it out in the end. So…happy anniversary? Happy Wednesday. Breakfast for Sebastian in bed day. Sex with Sebastian in bed after breakfast day.”

“I love you,” Sebastian says, “Chris, I love you, you fucking hopeless romantic, kiss me right this fucking second,” and he’s trying not to laugh or cry or both, as Chris leans in with one hand steadying the breakfast tray, exaggerated caution alongside the exhilarating swoop of Chris’s mouth and the heat of Chris’s tongue.

He reaches up to pull Chris closer, tasting love and the scents of coffee and breakfast and roses. He breathes, as Chris pauses to nuzzle and nibble at his mouth, his jawline, “It’s definitely anniversary sex after breakfast in bed day,” and Chris laughs, and Sebastian thinks again, with all his heart, forever.

#evanstan #fluff #evanstan week #evanstan week 2021 #my fic #chris evans #sebastian stan

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okeymakeydude · 4 years

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Sorry sorry and sorry for responding too late.

I refer S/O as They/their

Request by @thewinterflagforever .

Engie. (Inspired by this post made by @snoozyhooter )

If they had free time, Engie would propose to do a picnic. He doesn't want something too boring or simple but also, exaggerated. He'd offer to make the food, and look for the best place to eat, surely chooses one where they can see almost everything. He doesn't hesitate to bring his guitar to sing them some songs.

They have to stay in the base? No worries! That won't stop them. Both can be working in the garage and keep talking about how their day was while they are doing their business. This man loves helping his S/O and spend time with them.

"Hey hon." "Yes?". They looked at him and smiled, he was with his arms open, waiting for a cuddle. Engie being a extrovert person and even touchable, the hug is something different and important for him, only for the people who really he cares about and one of them is his S/O. Prefers face-to-face to see their face.

Sniper.

He will take his S/O to a place where the sun is the protagonist, why? 'cuz he loves seeing how the sun is falling and giving permission to the night. Near his camper, they would prepare a campfire, to cook something and just, talk about how their day was. Like Engie, he prefers easy plans without exaggerating.

If they have to work, Sniper will be watching that no enemies approaches to the base and his mate doing their job, and at the same time, protect him from spies. They both would be in a room, only for Sniper, but he'd invite his S/O. It'd be more silence but that doesn't mean they're unsure, just on the alert.

Being honest, Sniper is not a big fan of cuddles (excepting his parents). He's like a 'suprise hugger', because no one will never know when he's gonna do that. S/O is surprised when they feel arms around them from behind and, a head resting on their shoulder. Then a soft voice near their ear "Don't know how much i love ya."

Demo.

Does his S/O love party? Hope so 'cause this man does! They would spend the evening going to bars or nightclub; Dancing and drinking. However, if there is a quite place, like a beach with few people or none, they would sit and talk about everything and, i mean, everything.

Nothing keep him away from fun, with a few bottles bought and the only thing left to do is to have the party in any part of the base. Second option? When he makes bombs, he has to see if they really explode, what could be better than throwing some to the opposing team? Without doubts, he'd ask his S/O to come, they are the one who gives him more entertainment.

Demo'd hug them every 5 mins if he could, he wraps his arms around their waist, warmly towars him, looking each other. He loves seeing their face. God, he said once "I got a manky eye, i'm a black Scottish cyclops drunk!", what he did to deserve them? What did they see in him good? S/O would respond his questions and he'd happily listen.

Scout.

A walk through the nearest town or city is enough. Holding hands, they go to look at the things there; they buy sweets (or buckets of chicken), go to the shops or even play in the park. If there's a funfair nearby, Scout will do the 'puppy-dog eyes' so he can go and suggest paying for both, the first traction would be... well, the tunnel of love.

Near base, he has an area where he can do whatever he wants, mainly sport, they can pass the evening practicing and challenging each other or, sitting on the grass and letting nature be the protagonist, Scout'd bring what is needed to draw and be happy to tell about his comics!

Sideway hug. At first nervous, unsecure, he prefers to start with an arm around S/O's neck and get them close to him 'discreetly', "it's getting cold, yeah?" just give him a second before he decides to completly cuddle them and hides his face on their shoulder.

Heavy.

When his family moved to U.S.A, near him, he'd like to pay them a visit and more with his S/O. Yes, it may sounds boring but he really cares that they know his love perfectly and is sure his mother will love them. Clearly they'll have some privacy at some point, "This is for you, со́лнышко" he'd use it that moment to give them 13 flowers, all possible colors except yellow and 3 kisses each cheek. A tradition for someone he would give even his heart.

If they have to stay in the base for any attack, Heavy would be reading a book while his S/O is relaxing by his side doing something else, even teaching them some russian words if they're interested o translating the story. Another option would be Heavy cleaning his weapons while he shows them and yes, even he likes to brag about it.

Bear man? Bear hugs! He does everything he can to put his arms around them, carefully, like a shield. Wants to make them feel protected, nothing is gonna hurt em, not in Heavy's watch. He doesn't forget the soft kiss on their head.

Pyro.

Well, the name already say it, they (Pyro) would be trying to burn everything they can all the evening and proudly show it to their S/O. They would be holding hands and going everywhere without wasting time, until Pyro saw the sun and decided to stop moving, he sat down and rest their head on S/O's shoulder, completly in silence.

Sleepover. Being inside of the base isn't gonna prevent them to have fun, with a lot of food, fluffly toys and makeup, it's enough to stay in their room for all the evening. Pyro would paint the nails of their love while they're talking how their day was and eating all the candies. Later they go to Medic because stomache.

A tight, strong, loving, breath taking embrace, a way to say how much they love their partner. A bear hug but a bit different, applying a powerful pressure, and making S/O immobile. Luckly not enough to hurt them and just for a few seconds.

Medic.

"Look, schatz! We can use its organs for—" "Oh, don't you dare! I swear - No!". Wasting all his time in his laboratory, makes him a bit umconfortable staying outside, but he'd accept if it's S/O, a walk near base. Ngl he adores talking about himself about the progress he's doing, the ideas he has or what Archimedes did, he laughs and then... He apologizes, but his love assures they won't never get bored listening to him. Only got scared when he saw a roadkill and started to approaching.

He needs an assistant while he's working, an excuse he often uses when he wants to spend time with his love, and it works. Loves seeing Archimedes rubbing his head against their check and will whisper "Why you...?", because he also doesn't know what he did to deserve someone like them. Likes to observe how the sunlight creates different perspectives on their beauty while they're talking.

Another nonfan hugger, he usually does it unconsciously and when he's very happy, jokes aside, he's really strong, enough to lift his partner with his arms around their waist and leaning against his body. When he realized it he didn't help but blush.

Spy.

A hot air balloon trip? Spa? A meal at the best restaurant and hotel in town? Going to a concert or theatre? He just looks for anything to surprise his amour, he likes the exaggeration and extravagance of dating, to show that he's determined to use his time and attention for them. He has already prepared everything that will be done during the afternoon until nightfall. However, he'll change plans if they have another idea, he'll try to please them.

In his private room, S/O is free to do whatever they want, read a book? Look at the fireplace? Take a nap? Talk? Go ahead. "Mi casa es tu casa" he's say with a smile, he's not that talkative but with them, he's confident to do that until someone have to stop. By the way, did you know Spy is good at giving massages?

Being someone who stabs from behind, doing back hugs, means a lot, he doesn't like giving 'em but trusting his loved one, wants to say that they're safe and protected by him. He hides the head and give a quick kiss on the back of the neck.

Soldier.

"See those submerged logs over there? That is The Beatles! Do not stop running!" "Okay...—wait what!?". He's able to sum up a 1600 hour tour in just one afternoon, holding their hand and with a big smile, he will show them everything he knows and be proud of that. Has anything caught his love's eye? Don't worry! He'll get it for them, if they're happy, he's happy too! Everything gangsta until there's is a neck snap.

In his "secret" space, he'd love to show them how good he is teaching the students (Ignoring that they are decapitated heads), and may sounds weird, he would be able to talk quietly when there is a debate or a talk. He will be happy to teach rocket jump if S/O is interested and any moment, he'd let them see a beautiful place where they can watch how the sun falls.

A bear hugger too. When he's joyful, when he won a match or because he wants, his S/O will be the first one to know it. He will put his arms around their waist and bring him closer to his body, placing his face on their chest. Don't miss this opportunity and respond him in the same way! His cuddles are gold.

Masterlist.

If there is any mistake, please, correct me.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 request #tf2 headcanons #sorry xd #tf2

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justice4harwin · 3 years

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Summon of the Sun

A/N: IDK what possesed me to write this, but i havent even checked it so there’s probably all kinds of mistakes. Sorry. English isnt my first language. I sould really be practicing for my lesson right now instead of doing this lol. If you see any mistake, please, point it out, and please, if it’s not too much to ask, let me know what you think

Summary: Even after everything, even after all those years, the girl still tries to find solace in the shadows. Darklina

She knew she could probably never admit it out loud, especially not to Mal, but there were days when she couldn't ignore the longing in her heart, buried so deep nothing could ever reach it anymore.

She'd stand under the sun on summer's hottest days for hours on end, and yet the feeling wasn't the same. Still, she remained, even if her skin turned red and she then couldn't stand the brush of clothing over her skin later on.

In winter, she'd go out to take a long walk during the night, when the shadows were at its deepest and no one else would dare go out.

She looked for him, for any sign; a slight pull at the connection they once shared, a whisper by her ear, the flicker of a shadow.

She was the only one who dared go outside at such hours.

"Don't stay out late or The Darkling will snatch you." Parents told their children to get them to behave; she had even heard the staff at the orphanage saying so to her kids.

"There's no need to fear him." She had told them later on, still turning the lights on so they could rest easy, a sad look on her face. "There's no need to fear the dead. Nothing lurks in the shadows."

Except she didn't believe that last part. She didn't want to.

Mal sometimes asked her why she really took those long walks.

"I just wanna stretch my legs." "I just need to feel the air." Or jokingly, she'd say to him: "I need to be far away so I don't kick you."

He didn't ask her anymore, probably to avoid an inevitable discussion. He probably suspected why she searched in the shadows, but she'd never voice it to him.

Out, in the cold, she looked from one dark place to another, her heart and mind calling to a long dead bond.

She’d close her eyes and try to feel that pull, but all she felt was a void.

Sometimes, if she was feeling too brave, or bold, or desperate -depending on who you asked- she’d even call his name.

“Aleksander.”shyly whispered into the nothingness, receiving only the sounds of nature as an answer.

She was ridiculous. Or mad. Probably both. That man -for she had long ago stopped calling him a monster, at least inside her head- had only bought her pain; not only to her, but to those she held closest to her heart.

Still.

...still.

She gave up, turned around, and marched back to the house, barely visible in the dark. The only light coming off of it was that of the fire by which her husband awaited for her with a cup of tea; it was a little ritual before turning in for the night.

She entered the space and there he was, stoking the fire before letting himself fall back on a couch with a heavy sigh.

Silently, she sat next to him, and Mal put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

It warmed her heart, but it didn’t burn.

Maybe she’d end up becoming like Baghra, locked up inside a room steaming hot trying to set herself ablaze. She knew it wouldn’t work, but at this rate, she might as well try.

Winter went on as usual, freezing everything which had no refuge, killing everything soft, colder and colder, and darker yet,...nothing.

Then spring came, and very so slowly, the snow began to melt, and the trees gave birth to small flowers and the grass was visible again.

Mal and the staff had decided to take the children out on a picnic, but she had decided to stay.

“I’m not feeling very well.” she had said, to which her husband had frowned and pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just tired.”

He’d smiled and kissed her goodbye before leaving with the little rascals, and she had smiled too, waving at them and wishing them fun.

Slowly, she walked up the stairs and entered their bedroom. After a minute of contemplation, she kneeled by the bed and pulled out a box. It had the royal sigil on it.

She opened it and took the note, affection nugging at her.

“You will always be one of us.” it read, in Zoya’s elegant handwriting.

Carefully, she set the note atop of the bed and took the blue kefta. The golden trim was beautiful, and so detailed; it expanded all the way from the neck, down her sides and to the back, meeting in the shape of a sun.

She raised up to her feet and, almost trembling, put it on for the first time. One sleeve at a time. Button by button.

She pushed her hair back and stood in front of her too large mirror -a gift from Genya and David-, and took a look.

It fit a bit too tight, having been made years ago, yet she felt perfect in it. She eyed herself from all angles and giggled, surprised at the sound.

She heard a sound and rushed to the window, but it was just some crows.

She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, taking in the sun again, as she had done plenty of times before, as she’d do plenty more in the future. Her hand went up and quickly flickered.

Nothing.

She pressed her cheek against the wood and planted her palm on the glass, trying to swallow back her disappointment.

A shiver went up her back; it was cold but not uncomfortable. She took a step back, the light seeming to recede from her, and then she felt it.

Soft, freezing, lingering.

It was like a kiss on her right cheek, while the other still burnt from the exposure to the light.

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes shut. Her arms went around her, fingers digging into her own waist as she struggled to decide if it had been real or not.

“Aleksander?” she asked into the void.

Something cold surrounded her, like a blanket,...no, not a blanket.

An embrace.

Tears filled her eyes but she wouldn’t spill them.

It was so strange. The cold at her back and around her arms only; a chill over the right side of her face.

She dared herself to open her eyes; the shape of her own shadow at a slightly odd angle. Fearful of the cold going away, she moved her right arm up, stretching it to her side. The shadow waited, and after a few seconds, followed her movement.

She felt a cold breeze running down that arm, down to the tip of her fingers.

“Aleksander.” she sighed, almost smiling.

All she felt was another pressing cold against her cheek, and then it was all gone.

She turned around, not knowing what to find. Would he be standing there? Like he had all those times she had unknowingly called on him at the Little Palace?

But all she saw was the dark wooden wall, the same stain of humidity on its place.

Quickly, she took off her kefta and put it back in its place, along with the note, and ran down the stairs.

She was insane, surely.

Was it really him? Or was she so desperate that her mind conjured it all up just to get her to drop it?

She placed her hands on the sink and looked out. Any trace of the people who lived in the house with her had long since disappeared in the horizon. A butterfly flew across the window and settled on a pink flower.

She looked down and found a loaf of bread left behind.

She didn’t think about it. Her hand went up, her fingers twitched, and the shadow cast by the bread upon the counter shifted and then moved.

It stopped after a few seconds, and she dropped her hand, truly feeling tired this time.

A smile graced her face, and she slowly walked to the couch, where she laid down for a nap.

She examined her fingers with a soft look, and then placed her hand against her right cheek with a silly smile.

Turning, her eyes spotted the first dark corner they could find, and finding some semblance of solace, she drifted off into a world of fantasy, where things may have just been a little bit different.

#shadow and bone #shadow & bone #alina starkov #the darkling #fanfic #darklina #alina x darkling #mentions of mal #mentions of zoya #mentions of genya #i just had to get this out of my head #i love them so much #and this world

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sadclearance · 3 years

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juvia lockser from fairy tail fluff with she/her reader?

singing in the rain

pairing: juvia lockser x female!reader

summary: juvia's only ever had bad experiences with her rain. today, it brings her a good one.

category: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 987

key:

italicized - song lyrics

rain has been the source of her miseries for as long as juvia lockser can remember.

rain is gloomy, mood-ruining, and just a bother.

her rain is a bother. a burden. a curse.

she never asked to be this way--she couldn't help it.

but she had understood why her classmates didn't want her to join them on their school trip.

she understood why it was better when she was far away when they got recess.

she knew why she was unwanted at the park, where couples wanted to go on romantic picnics under the sunny sky, watching squirrels run about freely.

school trips, recess, picnics--they were all for dry sunshine-filled days.

days that she did not bring.

days that she ruined.

she's managed to get her emotions under better control as she's grown older, limiting the rain around her, but nobody forgot about how she ruined their first date, how she was the reason why everyone had to stay inside during lunch instead of run around and play fun games.

she walks through the park of her childhood. it's sunny now, and the birds are chirping their chipper tune while children are running on the grass and couples are feeding each other sliced fruits.

"watch it," a little boy shoves his shoulder against her harshly, making her stumble until she falls onto the floor. she's surprised, but she feels as though she shouldn't be. she's received this treatment far more times than she can count.

"hey, don't talk to her," another whispers loudly. "don't you know? that's juvia the rain woman. they say she ruins the good."

the children run away from her, and juvia's left to sulk on the ground.

tears gather at her eyes as clouds cover the bright blue sky at an unnatural speed.

"what?"

"the forecast said there was no chance of rain!"

"it was so sunny just a second ago!"

"what the hell just happened?"

"ugh, let's go. i'm getting wet."

juvia holds in her sobs as people run past her to get back to their homes.

she's ruined everyone's day. again. like she always does.

"the rain... this terrible rain... juvia hates it!"

"really? well, i love the rain."

juvia looks up from the floor and meets eyes with a beautiful stranger.

"you're getting wet," juvia argues.

"so? that's just what comes with rain."

"parks are meant to be enjoyed in nice weather."

"who said rain isn't nice weather?"

juvia doesn't know how to respond to this ridiculous girl.

"it's so calming, don't you think?"

juvia's shoulders slump as she starts to think over what she just said.

"the sounds can make me tired and sleepy. i've always found that naps during rain are the best."

"the rain is draining..." juvia frowns.

"no, i meant like--it's more like a soothing lullaby."

"soothing lullabies are meant for the night time, not for days at the park."

"well, sometimes, it brings me energy."

"how could it possibly?"

"it's the best time to dance."

"is your head on straight?"

"here! i'll show you," the girl smiles and extends her hand to juvia.

there's been so many times where she's found herself in this position, alone on the floor, but this was the first time a helping hand was offered.

juvia takes it because it makes her warm inside.

"i'm singing in the rain," the girl keeps their hands entwined while holding juvia's hip with her free one. "just singing in the rain!"

juvia feels a smile growing on her face at the silly gesture.

"what a glorious feeling, i'm happy again!"

the girl lets go of juvia's hip and pulls her along the pathway, skipping and singing under the raindrops.

"i'm laughing at clouds--" she stops her singsong tune and says real fast, "i'm gonna dip you. are you ready?"

"yes," juvia giggles when her body falls close to the floor, but strong hands keep her from hitting it.

"so dark up above! the sun's in my heart," she pauses before bringing juvia up with a strong pull, so strong they end up with their faces just inches away from each other. she continues while staring into her eyes, "and i'm ready for love!"

juvia blushes a dark red, and she's suddenly pulled into a twirl.

"let the stormy clouds chase--!"

juvia steadies herself when she's facing her again.

"everyone from the place!" she's skipping exaggeratedly through the road again, and juvia's quick to follow. "come on with the rain!"

she suddenly pulls at juvia's hand again, and they're back to facing each other, free hands on the other's hips, feet taking small side steps.

"i've a smile on my face," she winks before shining her teeth in a big smile to juvia.

she abruptly pulls away again and starts moving down the trail again, but this time with slow and dramatic steps. juvia continues to follow her lead.

"i'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain, just singing--"

she shocks juvia by pushing her face right in front of hers.

"singing in the rain!"

juvia hums along to the tune as her arms are guided to sway to the rhythm that the other has created.

"dancing in the rain."

juvia tries to copy the words but gets a laugh when she says "singing" instead of "dancing".

"it's okay, i get confused, too," she reassures, though it doesn't really relieve juvia's embarrassment. "hey, it's not raining anymore."

juvia looks up and sees how the clouds have parted, revealing the bright sun.

the beam of warm light makes her realize just how wet and cold her dance partner got.

"fun while it lasted, though."

juvia smiles.

as the two look at the clearing sky, people start filling up the park again. they stare at the pair strangely, confused by the girl in soaking wet clothes.

"juvia has a towel at her house..." juvia offers shyly.

"lead the way," she smiles.

i'm happy again

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

a/n;

i hope you like it anon!

#juvia loxar #juvia lockser #fairy tail #fairy tail x female reader #x female reader #female reader insert #wlw #wlw x female reader #juvia lockser x female reader #anime x female reader

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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The Renowned Nine Tails of Luck

Summary: Carley gets ready for another interview at Ericson High with one of the most famous monsters in West Virginia.

Word Count: 2354

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Carley took a deep breath as she checked her hair and makeup in her little hand mirror. Today was finally the day that she would get to interview one of the most famous monsters in West Virginia. No, that didn’t do that model justice; the world had fallen for the beauty of Sisiratoka Yamaguchi. Carley was nearly ready to get started on the interview. Glancing over, she saw her cameraman Doug trying to focus. She watched as the hybrid monster fumbled with his camera. His white werebeast fur blew in the wind as his antlers nearly hooked onto one of the handles of his camera set.

“Gah!” Doug spun around to try to make sure his antlers didn’t get caught.

“Doing okay, Doug?” Carley called out to her friend who gave a big thumbs up.

“Yep! Not going to mess up the chance you got me anytime soon,” Doug smiled warmly at the news reporter. Carley instantly knew what he was talking about. Her news station wasn’t the most forward-thinking when it came to monsters so when Carley pushed hard to make sure Doug got a job at that station they took pause. It wasn’t unexpected for Carley to want to cover monster-related stories but to push for a monster to have a job here was unexpected. Still Doug had proven himself to be a smart and capable member of the station. Today he just happened to be nervous because the certain monster Carley was interviewing today was dating him. Carley watched her friend for a moment, wondering if she should offer to help out when suddenly arms wrapped around her waist.

“Hey there, Car,” Lee’s soothing voice tickled her ear and she spun around to see her boyfriend. He smiled at Carley then proceeded to capture her lips in a warm kiss. Carley felt her heart flutter at the sudden romantic gesture as she returned the kiss.

“That was a nice surprise. What are you doing here? I thought you had a lot of papers to grade,” Carley wrapped her arms around Lee’s neck while his hands moved to her hips.

“I want to wish you luck before this interview,” Lee gave his girlfriend another kiss then another.

“Well, I really appreciate it, but you should get the grading done. I think you need to take a nap,” Carley poked at the bags under Lee’s eyes. Lee laughed at that and gave her one more hug before slipping his arms away from her waist.

“Alright, I’ll see you tonight for dinner?” he asked as he backstepped onto the freshly cut grass in front of Ericson High.

“Of course, I can’t wait,” Carley smiled lovingly at Lee who mirrored the smile until he lost his footing and ended up slipping on the grass. With a loud thud Lee fell to the ground.

“Lee! Are you okay?” Carley ran forward and began to laugh as she helped her boyfriend up. As Lee slipped and skidded across the grass, struggling to stand while Carley chuckled, a voice appeared nearby.

“Sorry I’m late!”

The warm voice made Carley and Lee glance back to see a kitsune with nine sleek, soft white tails. The wind blew sharply their way, causing their black hair to grow messy and get stuck against their white fox ears with black tips. The monster model had a soft smile on their lips as they strolled forward and the movement made the overshirt sway slightly. The kois of white, red and black stood prominently on the back of the shirt and complemented the artistic background of rolling red and black waves and a red shrine. Underneath that shirt was a simple white tee which went well with the casual jeans the kitsune was wearing. Their black heels with thick bases clicked against the concrete as they stopped beside the pair.

“Hey there, Dougie,” The kitsune smiled, causing their fangs to poke out as they leaned forward and kissed the werebeast hybrid. Doug’s heart did a backflip at that and he stuttered on his words for a second before speaking clearly.

“Hi, Sisi!” Doug’s hand reached out and instantly took Sisi’s.

“You must be Sisiratoka Yamaguchi,” Carley walked forward with a smile after making sure Lee was okay. The news reporter held out her hand which seemed to make Sisi happy. “Nice to meet you, I’m Carley Porter.”

The kitsune’s fangs poked out as they grasped Carley’s hand, shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you too! And please, call me Sisi. That's what most people call me.”

“Alright, Sisi, ready to start up the interview?” Carley asked as she walked over towards the spot she had set up for them. Sisi’s nine tails swayed for a moment before wrapping around each other due to excitement.

“Of course!” Sisi leaned over and pressed a kiss to Doug’s cheek then strolled over to the spot marker that Carley had set. It took a few minutes for Doug and Carley to be fully set up but soon they were ready and the cameras were rolling.

“Hello, Richmond, Carley Porter here once more reporting live in front of Ericson High. Today I am meeting with a very special monster, Sisiratoka Yamaguchi, known as Sisi to their fans and passerby alike. Sisi is a kitsune who has made a name for themselves in the hypercompetitive modeling industry. Tell me, Sisi, how was that accomplished?” Carley moved the microphone towards Sisi who brushed some stray hair back behind their fox ears that twitched this way and that.

“It wasn’t easy, lots of struggles and tons of hard work went into getting me to the place I am today. But one thing that I can say without a shadow of a doubt is that staying true to myself, while difficult, was definitely the key,” Sisi’s answer intrigued Carley who was about to ask another question when suddenly a loud yelling sound made Carley and Sisi looked behind them. There, standing underneath the shade of a nearby tree was Prisha who was clutching her hand and acting rather dramatic.

“Violet! Help me! A splinter is practically like a stake! A mini stake is in my finger!” The vampire pointed to the small splinter in her pointer finger.

The werewolf walked forward and silently pulled out the splinter. Clearly this had happened before.

The vampire’s eyes shone with awe and she pulled the werewolf into a hug. “I have the bravest and coolest girlfriend ever!” Prisha declared and nuzzled her face against Violet’s.

“Prish, it's no big deal,” Violet smiled shyly as her tail wagged ecstatically. The werewolf continued to smile at her girlfriend until she spotted Sisi. Immediately her eyes grew large as she looked at the kitsune. She must’ve recognized them because her tail wagged excitedly at the sight of them and her eyes danced with admiration.

“Sorry about that. The monsters here at Ericson High are anything but ordinary,” Carley brought Sisi’s attention back to the interview.

“No need, I find it refreshing to be around monsters who are so open with being themselves,” Sisi’s tails swayed slowly then twisted around each other.

“Speaking about monsters, you’re a kitsune. Why don’t you share a bit about what that means,”

“Of course. Kitsunes are Japanese fox creatures known for two things: bringing luck and being mischievous,” Sisi’s ears flickered as they continued their answers while taking in the sounds of other students recognizing them.

“No way,” Brody mumbled as her tuna sandwich fell onto the picnic table, the contents of which shot out and hit Mitch.

“Aaah, what the shit!” The minotaur's tail flicked as he tried to get the tuna particles off of him.

“Oh fuck, sorry,” Brody grabbed a napkin and began to help her boyfriend clean up but her eyes seemed focused elsewhere.

“What’s got your attention?” Renata’s tail curled into the shape of a question mark as she happily sat on Minnie’s lap. “I sit in Minnie’s lap all the time and you’re not looking at us which means…” Renata’s eyes followed the selkie’s and she made an excited fox sound when she spotted who Brody was looking at. “Is that the Sisi!?! She’s here!”

“Holy shit, really!” Minnie wrapped her arms around Renata and spun around so both of them could see the kitsune. Excited chirps and tweets left the harpy’s lips. “No fucking way. I can’t believe this! Sisi is here!” Minnie hugged Renata tightly and swayed her back and forth, barely able to contain her excitement. Renata smiled up at her girlfriend, causing her fangs to poke out as she kissed Minnie’s jaw a few times. That made the harpy’s face turn bright red, new twitters and chirps escaping her lips.

“Sisi is a huge inspiration, the way she can be herself even when people said she couldn’t make it. They’re amazing,” Brody’s eyes shimmered with pure awe, her hands pulling her sealskin close to her.

Mitch looked over in confusion; he had never heard of that name before. “Who’s Sisi?”

The minotaur’s question made the rest at the table look over at him with shock. “What? Don’t look at me like I’m a fucking idiot. It was just a question,” Mitch flicked his tail with annoyance until he felt a familiar warmth take his hand. Looking down, he saw that Brody was holding his hand. Leaning over, she planted a kiss on his cheek that made his heart feel like it could explode.

“It's okay, Mitch. Sisi is one of the only monsters in the world that’s in the spotlight. He’s a model that made it big despite the obstacles.”

“They’re an icon!” Renata hopped up and did a little spin. “And he’s a canine monster just like me! We can totally be fox buddies!” Renata looked back at Sisi who seemed to feel all the eyes on them. With a small smile they waved over at the monsters who completely lost it at the acknowledgement.

“I gotta get closer. Maybe I can get an autograph!” Renata reached for her notebook and ripped out some paper.

“Wait, if anyone is getting an autograph it's Brodes!” Mitch stood up with a huff.

“Everyone, relax, I’m sure Sisi would sign more than one autograph. She’s cool like that,” Brody placed a hand on Mitch’s arm and he sat back down.

“Reeeeeeeeeeen!!!” Sophie’s voice appeared in the sky above before she landed by Renata. “Did you see, it's Sisi! Like THE Sisi!” Sophie chirped and dug her talons into the dirt.

“Yeah! We gotta fly by and be in the interview! Like that one that happened with Brody!” Renata and Sophie shared an excited smile and began their plan before anyone could stop them.

“Bye, Minaroni, I’ll be back!” Renata cupped Minnie’s face and peppered her face with tons of kisses then sprinted off with a torn scrap of notebook paper in her hands. Sophie flew forward and wrapped her talons around her best friend’s arms. Soon the pair were in the air and on their way towards the interviewer.

Sisi had found the interview both pleasant and entertaining. Carley had been kind and thoughtful and the monsters here were a joy. Sisi had spotted a harpy flying back and forth carrying a huldra who seemed beyond happy that the kitsune was here, going as far as holding up a sign that said I love Sisi on it and mouthing the words “fox bros” at him.

Sisi found it very touching. A place like this that was so accepting of monsters and letting them be their true selves was special. Now that the interview was done though, they coils have a moment with Doug. Sisi strolled forward towards Doug and surprised him with a hug from behind. The kitsune’s nine tails wrapped all around Doug which made him laugh.

“That tickles,” Doug held onto Sisi’s arm then tilted his head back to share a quick kiss with the kitsune. The two enjoyed the moment for as long as they could until Sisi’s ears twitched, making him glance back to see the vampire who had been dramatic about a splinter. Standing beside her was the werewolf who held onto her hand tightly.

“Hello, my name is Prisha Chakyar. I apologize for interrupting but my girlfriend would like your autograph!” Prisha looked up at Sisi. Sisi let go of Doug and walked forward, his nine tails swaying and twisting together before slipping apart. A warm, friendly smile pulled on the corners of his lips, causing his fangs to poke out.

“I don’t mind at all,” Sisi accepted the pen and paper and began to sign it. The pen danced across the paper as Sisi gave a small signature flair at the end. “There you go!”

Violet took the signature and stared at it in disbelief. Her tail wagged wildly as she looked at the words To my canine friend that stood above the model’s signature.

Soon more monsters moved forward. Mitch tried to use the same tactic as Prisha but Sisi was already signing Brody’s notebook before the minotaur had a chance to finish his sentence. The harpy twins quickly got signatures as well and then it was Renata’s turn. The huldra gushed about how amazing Sisi was and how it was beyond awesome that they were both fox monsters while the kitsune signed her crumpled scrap of paper.

After a few more signatures Sisi let out a sharp yawn, causing her ears to fold down from the force of it. “Well, I’d love to stay but I have a shoot I need to get to.” Sisi could see how sad the students were at that information. “Don’t worry, you may find me back on this campus again soon enough,” Sisi smiled brightly then gave one final wave before walking off with Doug who offered to escort Sisi to the parking lot where a car was waiting.

The monsters watched the model walk off for a moment before the words of the kitsune fully registered with them. Sisi was going to come back to Ericson High in the future? That fact made all of them excited. They couldn’t wait!

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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the last house at the end of the street {Daniel Webber}

A/N: 2871 words. This is for @rogerandhishair and also batnon, both of whom I love, but especially Gabs for helping me along the way and inspiring me, and yelling about Daniel a lot. Was this meant to be cabin!Daniel? Yes. But it’s lakehouse!daniel now! So part of my family is originally from Wangi Wangi, and I used to go there a lot when I was a kid, esp. around Christmas/Summer time. It’s a very chill, picturesque place. God I hope this is coherent to anyone who’s not Australian. Feedback would be great!! Fluffy As Hell and AGGRESSIVELY Australian.

“This is where horror movies happen.” You tell Daniel, the two of you stopped for lunch at a spot you’re told is only a five minute walk from the property he’d bought once he’d had the means. It’s in a place called Wangi Wangi, which you’d never heard of before, but you’d been assured that you’d love it, and, alright, looking over the sparkling water of the Lake, seeing the little boats bobbing their way across the water, the smell of the gentle breeze as it whistles softly past the native trees, you’re actually rather charmed by it. But you still can’t help yourself. “Seriously, this is where Crocodile Dundee himself crawls out of the lake to kill his helpless victims, which probably includes us.”

“Crocodile Dundee isn’t a horror movie,” Daniel tells you flatly, his lips quirked in the barest smirk, and your expression turns to a frown as you consider it. “You’re thinking of Friday the Thirteenth.”

“No, I’m thinking of... - Wolf Creek!” It’s like a eureka moment, your eyes lighting up, and oh, somehow it’s just so endearing, the light of the sun glinting off the water to highlight your smile. “I’m thinking of Wolf Creek,” you tell him with a self-satisfied conviction, going on to half-jokingly explain that ‘wolf is going to crawl out of the creek and kill us, just like in the movie’. You’re fully aware that that’s not what Wolf Creek is about, but it doesn’t really matter, because it makes Daniel laugh.

The property is the last house on the street, a dark gravel driveway leading to a spacious garage next to a handsome, red brick home. The windows are large, filling the rooms with air and light, looking out over the Lake, a view you know you could really get used to.

It’s empty, bare walls and plush, clean carpets, linoleum you’d replace with actual tiles when you get a chance. He’d always said he wanted a house by the lake, always told you how much he’d adored coming out here as a kid, and now, seeing him lean against the balcony out the back, smiling like everything was right in the world at this very moment, you can’t blame him. Wrapped your arms around him, you press a kiss to his back, between his shoulder blades, before perching your chin on his shoulder.

It’s so serene.

It’s going to end up as a holiday home, but you’re both between projects, so you’ve got the time to fix it up, to make it perfect. But for now, tonight, the first time you’ll ever sleep in this quiet little dream you’ve picked out for yourselves, you sleep on a blow-up mattress in the main bedroom, talking and laughing and dreaming up schematics in the Summer air. The window is open, and if you’re quiet, you can hear the lake lapping at the shore.

Tomorrow, you can start the process of making it perfect, but for tonight, it sort of feels like it already is.

It’s not easy work, it’s the tail-end of Summer, though February is still painful at the best of times. You’re covered in grime and grout and paint, and retiling a bathroom and a kitchen is far more involved than you’d realised. Painting room after room hurts your back, and you know that when you’re done, you still have to do the skirting boards, and replace the counter tops and furnish the whole house. You’ve got the basics, a refrigerator, and wifi, and deck chairs, though they’re uncomfortable metal fold out ones, but you get through the day, jamming out to Spotify playlists that keep your spirit up.

Naps become common, as does having at least three water bottles in the fridge at all times. Each. You’re sweaty more than you’re not, but it’s worth it, it has to be.

One particularly hot afternoon, Daniel wraps his arms around you where you’re reaching into the fridge for some cold water, and you squawk at it. You’d just been taking a break from painting the main bedroom, giving yourself a rest before powering through to the marginally-cooler night.

“I’m so gross right now,” you protest, feeling every point where your shirt is sticking to you, but he doesn’t release you from his loose grip.

“So am I,” he laughs, pressing his face to your back, wiping his grubby forehead on your back, covered in sweat and grim from where he’d been replacing the wood of the back porch. You wriggle, yelping at that, though you don’t protest, and when you shut the fridge, you turn to him with two bottles in hand. He takes the one you offer, finally letting you go, grinning from ear to ear.

“You wanna head down to the lake for a swim?” He offers, and it’s almost four in the afternoon, still feeling hotter than hell, and the lake sounds so enticing right now.

“Absolutely.”

Daniel always seems to know when your mood is dipping, he takes the paintbrush or tool that you’re working with, and you want to protest, because you’ve still got some of the wall to do but -

“Tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow.” He’ll assure, and something about the way he says it eases the tense set of your shoulders. Tired and covered in paint, he’ll grab a drink for the both of you, so cold it feels like a godsend, and you’ll walk down to the shore. There’s a little, stone pier that’s a ten minute walk from your house, with other people’s overturned canoes resting in the grass nearby, and something about the sight is so full of implicit trust. You sit, side by side, on the pier, feet in the water, watching boats cross the skyline. Some days it’s clear enough that you can see Swansea on the other side.

The stress washes away with the water, leaning against Daniel, your head on his shoulder.

“I was thinking of getting, like, a dinghy or something,” he muses one evening, sunset having painted the sky lilac. You yawn, having spent the day finishing off painting the skirting boards; it meant you’d officially finished painting the house, and all that was left to do was replace the linoleum countertops in the kitchen. It had thoroughly sapped the energy from you. “Maybe not a dinghy, maybe something bigger; we could go out on the lake and swim, maybe fish, just have a time of it.” He sounded tired too, and he takes a swig of his beer before resting his head against yours. The moment hangs in the air, warm and gentle like the last rays of sunshine, and you tuck your arm into his, basking in it.

You’re rather wrapped up in refurbishing the home for the stretch of time that you spend there, you’d missed Christmas and Australia Day, and before you know it, the house is done. It smells like fresh paint and plastic from your new furniture and appliances, and you find yourself burning candles everywhere to make it smell like home.

You get used to the comforting sound of the lake, the rustle of the wind through the trees, and it becomes routine to walk through the park that borders the left of your house, going out to the picnic spot where you’d stopped that first day, overlooking the whole town and it’s surrounds. Daniel takes comfort here like you’ve never really seen him before. Seemingly stress free, he finds himself enjoying afternoons exploring the Conservation Park nearby; sometimes you join him, sometimes you take a nap, and wake up when the sun’s setting, the air’s cooling, and you find yourself with a blanket over you, and a little bunch of wild flowers on the coffee table. Daniel, you can hear, is cooking dinner in the next room, listening to music and humming along. Something about it makes your heart melt, just a little.

It seems like it’s all too soon before you’re both off again, to work on new projects, the real world calling you back, but at least now you know you’ve got this refuge when you need it.

The year drags on, and for all it’s filled with fun and achievements, you find yourself longing to go back to the little lake house.

You return just after New Year’s. It’s the middle of Summer, and this time you buy a barbecue for the back yard, and a tent, because you’ve got a beautiful park right next door, it would be a shame to under utilize it. You get to know your neighbors, the people around the street, and it’s surprising how friendly they are. You suppose you do live at the end of the road, no-one further down apart from the animals in the park, and the vacationing families in the holiday homes a few kilometers away.

Johnno, who lives four doors down, baulks when you call him Johnothan, and in the same breath invites you and Daniel to his Australia Day get-together that’s happening next week. You tentatively accept, but he seems to sense your hesitation.

“Listen, it’s just a little thing, get all the neighbors round and have a splash in the pool, get the barbie runnin’ and listen to Triple-J’s Hottest 100,” he pauses, shrugging, not even giving you time to process everything he’s said, “I don’t really go in for all that patriotism stuff, but it’s a good excuse to get everyone together, you know?” Daniel accepts with a bright smile, and Johnno’s on his merry way.

“Please tell me you understood anything he said,” you half laughed, and Daniel grins, nodding, explaining that you’d essentially been invited to a very casual lunch.

Personally, you think having a pool while living so close to a lake seems like overkill, but you wouldn’t turn down a kind invite.

“I feel like I’ve seen your face before,” Johnno’s expression is thoughtful as you and Daniel hover by the barbecue, feeling a little out of place in the spacious backyard, surrounded by people and their families. There’s kids splashing about in the pool, older women sitting on the porch under an umbrella holding glasses of champagne, and men scattered about, talking to each other like old friends. Johnno, for his part, is diligently sweating away, cooking enough sausages to feed a small army, with plates piled high of more food to be added when there’s room. He’s not even wearing an apron, just a pair of board shorts, wielding a pair of tongs with one hand, a beer in the other.

Daniel laughs a little at that, the sound warm and good natured, and a woman comes out of the house holding a bowl of freshly tossed salad.

“Jen, babe, where have we seen him before, he’s got a face I recognise,” Johnno asks, and the woman, Jen, joins him after putting the salad on the fold out table that had been set-up beside the barbecue. She frowns for a little, but it’s not unkind, and Daniel beats them to it.

“I was on Home and Away a couple of years ago.”

And both their faces light up, talking over each other with their own realisations as they nod, agreeing that that’s where he’d seen them. It’s slow at first, once Jen leaves to head back inside, a few of the people who come out after her, carrying drinks of their own, or more food for the table, they give you and Daniel an appraising look. As time passes, it seems the news of a celebrity in their midst spreads to the rest of the gathered neighbors, though it just means that everyone’s more excited to talk to them, well Daniel, than they were before.

“He’s the cute one from Teenage Kicks,” a teenage girl whispers a little too loudly to her friend, maybe her sister, while they’re all lining up for food. Daniel tries to hide his smile and pretend like he didn’t hear them, stepping up, grabbing himself a paper plate, and collecting food.

“I feel like they’re too young to have seen that,” he mutters to you, though he’s grinning a little, and you can’t help your own smile at his amusement.

Soon enough, just like you’d watched earlier, the others start to talk to the two of you like you’re old friends, but Daniel never leaves your side. You’re a little bit surprised at how much you find you’re enjoying yourself. You and Daniel take up residence on a set of banana lounges beneath an umbrella. At one point, he goes to get the both of you new drinks, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before he goes, and you’re pretty sure you actually hear the two teenage girls give a dreamy sigh from where they’d been trying to inconspicuously watch the two of you. While you found it a little strange, they obviously meant no harm by it, and when you smiled at them, they both averted their gazes quickly, embarrassed at getting caught.

The whole day feels surreal, like a moment from someone else’s life, where the sky is always blue, and grilled pineapple is a delicacy, and it feels like a home away from home.

You don’t stay long; his shooting schedule for his next project has him in America in late February, and your own project is set to enter pre-production only a few weeks after; you’re sad to leave the haven of the lake house, but excited to say goodbye to the heat of the Australian Summer.

Every so often, you get invited to neighborhood events, usually by Johnno or Jen, though you’ve actually kept up communications with a few people from around the neighborhood, having enjoyed that Summer afternoon too much to let the people you’d met go completely.

You return sooner than anticipated, at the start of July, the two of you having a few weeks off and wanting to see what the property was like in the Winter, out of sheer curiosity.

It’s absolutely freezing. The wind cools as it crosses the lake, and chills you to the bone. It’s only made bearable when you and Daniel wrap yourselves in various duvets, curled up on the sofa you’d bought for the porch, drinking hot drinks and enjoying the view as much as you could. You think you prefer the view in the Summer, everything seems that little bit more gold around the edges, but here, now, he wraps his arm around you, lets you wrap yourself up against him.

“We should bring people out here,” he muses, breath warm against your cheek, a small comfort on this overcast evening, “like friends and stuff, ‘nd family. In Summer of course.”

“Spring,” you suggest, “before it gets too hot.” He nods, but doesn’t answer for the crack of thunder that rumbles ahead of you, and the two of head inside quickly before being pelted with rain. The rain itself sets the atmosphere nicely when you head back inside, curling up on the sofa, planning on who you could invite to your little lakeside paradise.

Bit by bit, as you collect memories in the house, you collect knicknacks, and then there’s photos on the wall, and props from projects on display, and you have friends and family around, you invite the neighbors for a barbecue of your own, and then there’s little scratches and knocks along the walls, and someone spilled something on the carpet that didn’t manage to come out entirely, but you find that you sort of love it. It feels lovely.

There’s a little yacht docked to the bigger pier that’s only about a twenty minute walk from your home, but it’s yours. The guest room is always neat when a friend comes to stay. In 2019, you politely decline the invite to ‘Johnno and Jen’s annual Australia Day Shindig’, you tell them you have family plans. In a sense, you’re not lying; you have the other three stars of The Dirt over for Australia Day, and they make themselves at home on your sofa, on your spare bed, on a blow-up mattress. There’s something freeing about the lake house, about being away from prying eyes, and while you watch the boys toss themselves into the water from the yacht, you feel contentment spreading from the warmth in your chest to the tips of your fingers.

You have your own little barbecue that evening, everyone still in board shorts, hair curling from the salt water and sitting around the back porch. Colson’s singing along to half of the Hottest 100 as it plays from your bluetooth speaker, and later, you’ll all watch the fireworks over the water. Daniel seems in his element, grinning from ear to ear as you’re all discussing your upcoming projects, how they’re all looking forward to the The Dirt premiere in only a few months. Iwan’s got a few television opportunities, Douglas is going to be doing some philanthropy, and Colson’s got his album coming out soon. Both you and Daniel have films going into production in the near future, and you can see him regarding his friends with a quiet pride.

This is what had been missing, you realise.

The house was finally perfect.

#daniel webber #the dirt #daniel webber imagine #daniel webber x reader #the dirt imagine #colson baker #douglas booth #iwan rheon #vince neil #motley crue #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #the angry lizard writes

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Full of life and Full of love 2

So I’ve decided that I am going to continue this, if you want to be tagged send me an ask and I will totally do that. Feel free to ask me about this au or give any advice

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Summary: Patton’s spending a day with Logan and Dee

Ship: Logicality, platonic loceit

Word count: 1 204

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, crying, tantrum throwing, kissing

“Baby, I’m looking, just stop screaming, please.” Logan bounced the sobbing toddler as he pushed aside the couch cushions in search of Mr Snek.

“Snek!” Dee cried.

“I know honey, I know.” Logan stroked his son’s back and shushed him while furiously looking around the room for the bright yellow plush.

The doorbell rang and Logan bit back a groan. Patton was here and he really didn’t need to see this, Logan was a mess and Dee’s screaming could be heard throughout the entire street. “Dee, honey, we’ll find Snek, just try and calm down a little.”

He opened the front door. “Hey Pat.”

Patton’s eyes widened as he took in the tantrum throwing baby and Logan’s disheveled self. “Hi.”

He stepped and closed the door behind him. “Um, can I help? You look... tired.”

Logan laughed bitterly. “Uh-huh, I am, if you could help search for Mr Snek, that would be great.” He shot Patton a hopeful smile.

“The plush snake on top of the fridge?” Patton, pointing through the doorway to the kitchen.

Logan looked over. “Yes! Oh my god thank you so much!” He rushed over and reached up to grab the plush before handing to Dee. “See baby? I told you we’d find it.”

Dee squealed happily and squeezed the snake. “Mr Snek!” He chewed on the end of the tail happily and cooed up at his dad.

“Yes, we found it, can you thank Patton?”

“‘Tank you ‘Atton!”

Patton giggled and petted his hair. “You’re very welcome Dee.”

Logan smiled at the toddler. “It usually takes him a while to say people’s names, he didn’t say Virgil until he’d known him for a month.”

“‘Irgil?”

“Aww, that’s so cute!” Patton cooed.

Logan chuckled. “I agree, he is undeniably adorable.”

Patton smiled at Logan as he gazed lovingly at his son. Patton leaned forward to peck his cheek. “I know we were going to go out, but why don’t we just stay here and have a picnic outside?”

Logan swayed with the toddler. “That sounds perfect, I’d love to.”

Patton beamed. “Can I make sandwiches for us?”

“No, I can do it, why don’t you go play with Dee? He likes new people.”

Patton smiled and reached over to pull the toddler into his arms. “Sure, hi honey.” He cooed. “Let’s take Mr Snek over there, huh? Oh and Lo, before I forget, why on earth was the snake on top of the fridge?”

Logan chuckled. “I needed to hide it for bath time so he wouldn’t get distracted, I just forgot where I put it.”

Patton nodded. “Makes sense I guess.”

Patton kept the baby entertained with his set of blocks while Logan prepared lunch.

“Mr Snek!” Dee squeaked as he pushed himself off the floor and crawled past his block tower and into Patton’s lap. Patton giggled and held him steady as the small child leaned over his shoulder to grab the snake plush that lay on the couch. “Snek.” He said proudly as he sat back down on Patton.

“Yeah kiddo, it is.”

Dee made grabby hands for the rainbow block tower and whined, he looked up at Patton and whimpered. “Bwocks.”

Patton giggled and drew the tower closer to them, Dee made a pleased coo and smacked them down using the fist that held Mr Snek. When all the blocks came tumbling down, he erupted into giggles.

Patton laughed with him and gently tickled his sides, the toddler squirmed and shrieked in delight.

“You laugh a lot, don’t you, honey?” Patton asked as he set the child back on the carpet.

“‘Atton!” Dee reached for the adult with his chubby fists.

Patton smiled and pulled him back onto his lap. “Okay kiddo, you can sit here.”

Logan set a plate of sandwiches on the coffee table. “He likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” Patton looked up, his surprise seemed genuine.

“Of course, he says your name, he smiles at you and he’s sitting in your lap without sending me scared looks.”

“Oh, well I guess.” Patton looked down. “That’s good, I like him too. And you.”

Logan blushed. “Thanks, I like you too.”

Patton lifted Dee onto his hip and stood. “It’s really nice outside, why don’t we sit on the grass and eat?”

Logan looped an arm around his waist. “That sounds lovely Pat.”

They headed out to the front lawn to sit in the grass, Dee sat in Logan’s lap while he ate his crofters sandwich before crawling away to look at bugs. Patton shifted closer to Logan and rested his head in his lap.

“Dee is really cute, he takes after his dad.”

Logan blushed and ran his fingers through Patton’s hair. “I enjoy spending time with you Patton.”

“I like being with you too Lo.”

“Would you like to be my boyfriend?” Logan asked softly.

Patton grinned and used Logan’s shoulder to pull himself up and kiss him, his arms wrapped themselves around his neck. Logan kissed him back and held his hips steadily. When they pulled back, they were both smiling.

“I’d love to.”

Logan kissed him again but they were interrupted by squeal.

“Dee!” Logan gasped, he turned frantically to see his child staring in awe at something by the path that led to the house.

Patton put a reassuring hand on his chest. “He’s okay, come on honey, breathe.”

He helped him up and they knelt by the toddler.

“What did you find, baby?” Logan rubbed Dee’s back gently.

Dee pointed at a worm that was inching along the path. “Small snek!”

Patton giggled. “That’s a worm sweetheart, they do look like small snakes though, don’t they?”

Logan chuckled picked Dee up. “Come on little one, it’s time you had a nap.”

“Dada!” Dee whined. “Nooo! ‘Atton!”

Patton chuckled. “Sorry Dee-dee, can’t save you.”

Dee pouted, he clearly wasn’t pleased. Logan kissed his soft hair. “Come on honey-dee, you’ll see Patton later.”

Patton followed Logan through the house to Dee’s room. Patton was speechless as he looked around the bedroom, it was painted a soft grey, a white crib was pushed against the far wall. There was a rocking chair by the chest of toys. It followed a strict yellow, white and grey colour scheme, with plenty of blankets and pillows. The whole room gave off a warm and cosy vibe.

“Shhh, come on honey-dee, time to sleep love.” Logan lay Dee down gently and he cooed. “Dada.” He mumbled sleepily.

“Uh-huh, close your eyes baby. There we go, sweet dreams honey, Dada loves you.”

Patton gently looped his arms around Logan’s middle. “You’re an amazing dad.” He whispered.

Logan grabbed one of the baby monitors off the shelf and clipped it to his belt loop. “Thanks.” He murmured.

He led them to the living room and sat down on the couch. Patton sat in his lap and looked at him. “Hey.” He smiled softly.

“Hello.” Logan leaned forward to press their lips together, Patton smiled into the kiss and cupped his cheek. “I have to go.” He whispered.

Logan sighed as Patton stood. “Yeah okay. Maybe we’ll stop by the cafe tomorrow.”

“I’d like that.” Patton gave him one more kiss. “Bye Lolo.”

“Bye Pat.”

#logicality #sander sides #thomas sanders #ts #ts sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #logan x patton #sympathetic!deceit #deceit sanders #smol deceit #tiny!sides #full of life and full of love #folfol #rj fic

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Bunker Bunch- Ch.6 Not in the Cards

@spnkinkbingo square filled:Impala sex

@spnfluffbingo2019 square filled: Road Trip AU

@spnsongchallengebingo square filled: Meant to Be by Florida Georgia Line & Bebe Rexha

Word Count:roughly 2,800

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After the wedding you and Dean set off for your Heavenly Honeymoon in Vegas. But since when does anything go as planned for the Winchester’s?

Warnings: language, implied cheating (not really though, you’ll see), roleplay, playing hard to get, brief mention of bad relationships, dom/sub themes, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, P in V sex, overstimulation, praise kink, FLUFF.

A/N: This is my submission for @crashdevlin 600 follower challenge. My prompt was the song “Meant to Be” by Florida-Georgia Line and Bebe Rexha. Lyrics are in Bold and Italics

A/N2: Thanks to my awesome beta @maddiepants 😘❤️

Finally. The Bags were packed and loaded into the trunk of the Impala, snacks in the old beat up cooler, and your man in the driver's seat. You bid everyone farewell and slid into the sleek black Chevy. Dean turned the ignition and Baby roared to life, it was time to put the pedal to the metal on your Honeymoon road trip to Vegas!

Things seemed to be going smoothly, several hours on the road in companionable silence, singing along to Dean’s classic rock tapes. Finally, after passing what you swore was the same farm three times you had to speak up,

“Dean, do you know where you’re going?”

“Course I do sweetheart, we’re goin to Vegas!”

“No, I mean right now. Where are we?”

“Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash, stop worrying sweetheart, I've driven cross country my whole life Y/N. I know what I’m doing” he replied calmly.

“But Babe I’m pretty sure we’ve passed the same farm more than once. I think we’re going in circles” you said clicking at the new navigation system that Sam had installed as a wedding present.

Dean looked at you and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. Once the Impala was in park he picked up the navigator and looked at it. He tapped at the buttons but the robotic British voice just kept repeating “turn left at the next stop”.

“Sonovabitch!”Dean mumbled, “its this stupid, convoluted techie crap that Sam put in! It’s busted!”

“Dean calm down. No need to go nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at” you said trying to calm his anger and admiring the beautiful fields of blooming flowers.

Dean reached over and opened the glove compartment, only to find it empty.

“I don’t even have the map! He took my map? Dammit Frances when I get back to the Bunker I’m gonna kick your ass!” he shouted slamming his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis.

“Without the map, Who knows where this road is supposed to lead. I’ll have to pick one up at the next gas station” he sighed looking down the main road.

“I’m starving” you said, “how about a picnic over there in the grass? We got nothing but time” you said rubbing his shoulder. Dean sighed and turned the car off,

“As long as you're right here next to me, everything's gonna be alright.”

Dean smiled and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together as you walked through the fields of flowers.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

After a nice lunch, a quick nap, and some flower picking, you both piled back into the car to continue your trek to Sin City.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

Three days… three days of pure hell. I mean sure, there were some nice moments, like the picnic with Dean, but for Chuck sake could anything else go wrong?! First the driving in circles, from the busted navigation, then you got a speeding ticket when Dean FINALLY let you drive so he could sleep, you got stuck in traffic for hours because of an accident on the highway, some asshat tried to mug you at a Gas n’ Sip and now? Well now, Dean hit a pothole and Baby blew a tire! And you aren’t even halfway to your Vegas destination!

So here you sit, at a bar, in the middle of the afternoon, while Dean mother hens the mechanic across the street. Your phone buzzed and looking at the caller ID you saw it was Dean. You answered with a huff,

“What.”

“Well hello to you too” he replied

“Sorry” you mumbled

“It’s alright. Look, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news sweetheart but Baby needs a rim replaced too, so we won’t be outta here till late tomorrow afternoon...”

You slammed your fist down on the bar

“Sonovabitch”

Dean just let out a long sigh and you instantly felt bad,

“I’m sorry babe, it just seems like we’re never gonna make it to Vegas! Like the universe is against us and everything that can go wrong is!” you explained.

“I know sweetheart, don’t worry too much about it ok? We just have to adapt to the situation,and make due with what we have. We’ll be alright.”

You hung up with Dean when the conversation finished, and ordered a drink. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Eventually the evening crowd started to fill the bar, but you just ignored them and continued to nurse drinks. The music was blaring, pool games going,people dancing, all in all the night was a bust and you were feeling lonely without Dean. Then you saw a handsome stranger walk in.

He was tall, muscular, short brown hair and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He wore a smirk on his face that accentuated his dimples and implied his cocky nature. He strutted into the bar like he owned the place, and every female had their eyes on him.

He was a sight for sore eyes in his sleek black suit, though you thought that it was strange attire for a night at the bar. You turned back to your drink, no way he would look your direction you thought bitterly, besides your newly married.

So imagine your surprise when he pulled up the empty stool next to yours. He flashed a pearly white smile and you blushed. Actually BLUSHED! What the hell was wrong with you?!

“Heya darlin’ what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?” He says.

You roll your eyes at his cheesy pick up line, but politely reply,

“What’s a guy like you doing wearing something like that in a place like this?” You ask gesturing to your shared surroundings.

He raised his eyebrow in amusement at you and reached into his pocket, pulling out an official looking ID.

“Agent Plant, I’m just passing through town for a case” he said nonchalantly.

“Really?” You scoffed “what kind of case?”

“I’m afraid I can’t divulge that information sweetheart” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Don’t call me sweetheart”

“Well aren’t you feisty” he replied, clearly not swayed by your attempt at disinterest.

“Look, Agent Plant, Whatever your trying at. Ain’t gonna happen” you said pointedly.

He held his hands up in a placating gesture “Not tryin’ anything, just makin’ conversation ‘sall”

When he turned to leave, your heart fluttered in disappointment, and you reflexively grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times…” you trailed off.

“Don't sweat it, but if you don’t mind me askin’ who would be crazy enough to hurt you?”

“It was a long time ago. I don’t like to talk about it. It was by a couple guys that didn't treat me right. I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie.”

You looked down at your drink and fiddled with your fingers. Unsure as to why you were spilling your guts to this green eyed stranger.

“Well shame on them. I’m sorry that you weren’t treated the way you should be”

That peaked your interest.

“Oh? And how exactly do you think I should be treated… Agent?” You asked in a sultry voice.

He smiled, all pearly white teeth biting into his plush bottom lip before he spoke.

“Well. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are. Strong, Independent. Beautiful… but uh, I’m thinking you need someone to show you a good time, and to be totally honest sweetheart, given the opportunity I would show you myself.”

You smirked at that, a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach, mixing with the butterflies of anticipation. Throwing caution to the wind and suddenly feeling bold, you placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze before responding,

“ What if I gave you the opportunity?” You whispered in his ear while your hand slowly reached to palm his cock through his slacks. “Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of. Boy, make me believe what your saying to me.”

He grasped your wrist to stop your movements and looked young straight I’m the eyes before asking, “But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful?”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You blushed,

“Hell yeah sweetheart, And it's easy to see.”

He stood then, grabbed your hand and headed for the door, pulling you along with him. You were smiling like a Cheshire Cat, and slick began to pool in your panties at the thought of where the night was headed.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

He dragged you out to the parking lot to a sleek black classic Chevy Impala, polished and gleaming in the moonlight.

Surprised, you stopped walking and had to ask “Wait, I thought she wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow?”

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here Miss, If you would please come with me” he replied, opening the back passenger side door and gesturing for you to get in.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, oh so no breaking character huh? You thought to yourself before getting back into your role.

“I’m sorry Agent” you said with emphasis on the last word, “I’m not going anywhere”.

Agent Plant gave you a disapproving look.

“I think it would be in your best interest, if you got in the car sweetheart.” He said. “Or do I need to pull out the cuffs?”

You shuffled your feet and squeezed your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache in your core. You weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to play this game.

He raised his eyebrow at you in a silent question and you crossed your arms over your chest. He was over to you in three strides, his mouth right at your ear. Hot breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine when he spoke,

“You might really want to think about what you do next sweetheart. I don’t take kindly to being disobeyed” he growled, “Now. Are you gonna be a good girl and get in the car? Or am I gonna have to show you whose in charge here?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry, and shook your head. He stepped to your left side allowing you access and you quickly made your way to the car, giving a surprised squeak when he smacked you ass as you passed.You quickly slid into the backseat, and Agent Plant followed.

He barely had the door closed before his hands found your face, pulling you towards him as he started ravishing your mouth.

He wasted no time in ripping your shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the car.

“Dean!” You shrieked at the suddenness of his actions,

“Sorry Y/N, I need you, now.”

His hands roamed up your thighs as he pulled your lace panties down your legs, revealing your already soaked core.

“Damn baby you're so wet” he said swiping a finger through your slick, “this all from me playing fed?”

You nodded and moaned when he slid two fingers in and started thrusting. His long fingers easily reached you sweet spot and in no time at all you were crying out your pleasure. When you began to cry out and he clamped his hand over your mouth, while his other hand continued to fuck you with his thick fingers.

“Ah ah ah baby girl, you gotta stay quiet for me. You wouldn't wanna attract any unnecessary attention would you?”

You shook your head, and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out your pleasure when he added a third finger.

“That’s a good girl” he crooned and with a few swipes of his thumb over your clit you were coming, as he swallowed down your moans with his mouth.

While you caught your breath, he quickly unzipped his black slacks and pulled them down with his boxers, just enough for his hard cock to spring free. You reached to begin stroking him and he stopped your advances,

“No baby, tonight’s about you” he said.

Then he kneeled between your thighs, lined himself up, and slowly pushed into your aching core. He kept his thrusts agonizingly slow and deep. So deep.

He worked you up for what felt like hours,the long slow drag of his cock thrusting in and out of your clenching pussy, an overwhelming sensation.

The only sounds to be heard were the wet squelch of him fucking you, his hot ragged breaths, and the slight creaking as baby rocked with the motions of his thrusts. Mixed with the way your sweat soaked back stuck against the seats as he fucked you into the hot leather was maddening. The coil in your belly was ready to burst, but you just couldn’t let go. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time, and you didn’t know what to do.

As if he could read your mind, Dean leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“C’mon baby, come for me”

“C…. can’t” you sputtered.

You were wound so tight, too tight, and tears of pleasure/pain began to leak from your eyes. Dean leaned down and kissed them away,

“Yes you can Y/N, just relax baby, I got you”

He quickened his pace just slightly, gently rubbing circles around your clit, as he licked at your stiff nipples, sucking one into his warm, wet mouth. That was the final push your body needed and the coil snapped violently, sending white hot pulses through your body as your back arched, and mouth opened on a silent scream.

Dean came at the same time, riding you both through your climaxes until he collapsed over you, spent. He rolled you both so you were snuggled on top of his chest, body limp and eyes heavy.He kissed your forehead and draped his jacket around you, holding you close and you promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, after you and Dean had showered and had breakfast, you got ready to hit the road again.

“Dean, do you really think we’ll get to Vegas? I mean, our trip hasn’t exactly gone smoothly” you asked. He shrugged his shoulders before responding,

“Maybe we do, Maybe we don't, Maybe we will, Maybe we won't, it doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be, Baby, just let it be.”

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be (c'mon)

Baby, just let it be (let's go)

“Whaddaya say sweetheart? Won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes?” He asked, sliding his hand across Baby’s hood. You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss in his plush pink lips,

“I say let’s get outta here”

You both slid into the car, Dean revved her to life, popped in a Metallica tape and cranked up the volume. Holding each other’s hands with the windows down and your hair blowing in the wind, you and Dean sped down the highway, ready to go wherever the road would take you.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be.

END

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