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djarrex · 3 years

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Goth Gf Anon🤙

Alright, alright, alright. Since that Tech piece was fucking phenomenal a d you said you don't get any thots of your faves, I'll lend one of my Fives thots.

So, it's the end of the war, Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed for his plot against the Jedi and executed for treason. The Republic and Seperatists made peace treaties upon realizing they were played on both sides. The war is over, Fives is a war hero, a statue in front of the Jedi Temple in his honor. But he could care less when you're smiling at him, tears in your eyes with the proudest glow on your face.

The Clone production on Kamino is halted, leaving the troopers, cadets and infants in a limbo. The Senate passes a bill allowing the Clones unalienable rights, passing adoption bills allowing civilians to adopt baby clones as their own. The Jedi also demand each and every clone has their chips removed. Scientists are working on a serum to slow their aging process down back to normal.

Fives rejoiced in victory, finally happy that the war was over and his brothers were treated as humans. But you.

He was over the fucking moons that he could be with you, not a war, battles or campaigns to keep you apart.

He marries you within the week of the marriage bill being passed.

You move to Naboo, Anakin had left the Jedi Order and started a home with Padmé and his twins, they visit you often, dropping off Luke and Leia when they're off on Senate business or off doing young couple things.

Fives loves seeing you with the twins, there's just something so domestic about it. When he sees you take care of them, make them giggle, feed them. And when the Skywalkers come back and praise you for taking such good care of their babies... it stirs something primal in his gut.

You two are intimate one night-- like many after you married. He's crawling up on his peak, he's right there, his brain switches off, spit firing shit as his thrusts start to stutter like the words rolling from his tongue, thick as honey.

"Y-you-- you looked so good with those-- shit!-- those fuckin' kids!"

"Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!"

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart!"

And you're thinking: "What a pleasant turn of events."

Then you just start fucking feeding him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Fives! Anything you want! We'll fucking grow old together!"

You moan, "Put a fucking baby in me, cum deep."

And he can't hold it anymore, an inhuman sound ripped out of his chest and tearing through his throat as he slams into you one more time, his spend shooting deep. 11/10 best orgasm he's had.

Afterwards, you both talk it out. You've always thought about starting a family with him, thinking about how good of a father he would be considering the way he always looked out for his brothers. Fives explains himself a little more clearer after the fact, and you decide you'll go to the med center to get your contraceptive implant removed the next time it has to be replaced. You've decided you wanted to start a family with him.

Apologies if this was lackluster, I don't usually write smut lines lol.

Ciao ;)

!!!HOLY OMTHER OF GOD

I...I- don't even know how to respond to this. it’s late I KNOW but I’ve been trying to come up with a worthy reply.

whyyyyy did I start fucking tearing up when going through each word in the first half WHY this is so beautiful and Fives deserves so much more and I love him. this is perfect, you are perfect. when he starts blurting out his desires "Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!" I- uh- yeah. that sent me. "What a pleasant turn of events" LMAO. ME. please write this as a fic. lackluster? mmmm no not even close. I love this

But seriously, how do I even add anymore to this already perfect droplet of heaven you so graciously placed in my inbox. tbh though, my gutter brain immediately wants to analyze how that night goes:

(18+ only!!! fluff, breeding kink, unprotected piv)

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you were blissfully unaware of the way Fives gawked at you earlier today - how he watched you with so much love and adoration in his eyes as you giggled with Luke and cradled Leia to sleep

It didn’t feel appropriate, but he couldn’t help but get hard at the vision playing out in front of him - wholesome domesticity, soft giggles, and hushed coos filled his very own living room and he just needed to step away to take care of his painfully hard and aching erection

Fives can't help it - up until recently he was sure on having a dark fate, one that either involved being killed on the front, or worse: never being able to truly make you his because of his sole duty to fight for the Republic just would not allow such a peaceful and perfect life - it would hurt you more than he would care to live through

He didn’t realize just how badly he wanted the twins to be his - living, breathing, beautiful humans that you and him had created out of love, and, well, good fucking sex

So Fives came back from the bathroom after tugging himself raw - trying to alleviate that wanting ache that’d been sitting heavy deep in his bones and showing its face in the form of starving arousal - and the Skywalker’s had returned from Coruscant to pick up their babies

Fives hadn’t turned the corner yet - the soft voices coming from the three of you, keeping quiet while the twins were finally asleep, stopped him in his tracks. He heard the way Padmé praised you and thanked you over and over for always watching the kids, and Anakin cooing in the sweetest voice Fives had ever heard his former General speak in right at his own sleeping babies.

Your own voice was extremely soft and kind, careful as to not wake the twins up in the hand-over. Fives’ heart - and cock - were aching.

That's what Fives is thinking of as he’s pounding you into the next system - watching with hungry eyes at how your pussy so beautifully swallows his cock, yet he can't help but be slightly distracted when all these thoughts about filling you full with his seed are stemming from how motherly and breathtaking you looked when interacting with the Skywalker twins - how you always look when you’re watching them

You’re both so close to finishing - Fives groans at the way your walls squeeze unforgivingly around him as you approach your climax - a sight that is most devine to him. He’s right there as well - the relentless clenching of your cunt sure as hell pushes him right there to where he’s about to-

“Y-you looked so good with the - mmph - the twins" he doesn’t even realize he’d just voiced his thoughts aloud - albeit, in the form of a growl - until he sees how your eyes widen after struggling to come down from your first high

He’s no where near embarrassed - perhaps it was finally fucking time to let you know just how painfully hard you make him when you’re all motherly and in caretaker mode

The way your features morph from being caught in surprise to desperation and hunger completely takes the filter off of him - and he begins voicing his plans for the two of you in the heat of the moment

“Wanna - aghh- fuck a b-aby into this sweet p-pussy” his teeth are clenched tightly together as he continuously hits that exquisite spot so deep within your heat and your head is positively spinning at his shameless confessions - fuck, you want him to make good on his word.

“Fuck... you’re nearly ch-oking my cock, pretty thing,” he grits out between heavy pants. “You want me to, hm? Wanna let me - mmphh - fill you so f-fucking deep that you swell with my child?”

Your body is on fucking fire - you’ve never heard Fives speak of this before, and boy oh boy it is 100% welcome right about now. Yes, yes you want that so, so bad but you never thought to bring it up before because everything was still new with how the galaxy has changed for the better... but right now - you’re going to fucking feed him so he can have the best orgasm he’s ever had

“Yes, love, please,” you’re whimpering those three words like a prayer over and over between loud, uncontrollable moans - completely taken by him and the way he looks so gorgeous in this determined and concentrative state. “Shit, fill me up with our child,” you punctuate your mewling request with the repetition of his name - you’re hitting your climax again but this one is about to utterly wreck you like never before. “Right now.”

Fives’ eyes clamp shut and the sweat on his brow is beginning to drop from his forehead to your bare chest with how he is hovered over you - your soft but commanding words has the most gargled and loud groan erupt from deep within his chest as he stills his hips

You can feel the way his cock pulsates so far inside of you - liquid warmth spitting from the head and no doubt seeping into your cervix

You’re both completely out of breath and totally fucked-out - you think that’s the most Fives has ever cum, and you’re just staring up at him with the sweetest smile you can muster in your exhausted state

“We can talk about it more later, but...” Fives rubs at his neck after hauling himself off of you - pulling you close to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso.

“No need,” you say softly - your hands wrapping around his forearms. “I’ll have them remove the implant on my next visit.”

Your words of promise has Fives uncontrollably getting hard again

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mandalorewhore · 3 years

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Moments In-between

gif by @nikita-mearss

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1k AO3 link

Content: light angst, fluff, bonding, developing feelings for grogu, din is protective and doesnt know whyyyyy

Summary: Soft moments between Din and Grogu that the audience does not get to see In-between episodes, scenes, and seasons.

A/N: poor little grogu just wants a dad

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Din knew he was going to kill that droid. Even as he fought alongside it, he was planning ways to take the IG unit down. Splitting the bounty was never an option, IG-11 had the skills Din needed to find the asset and nothing more.

Yet when he thinks about the moment he fired, he cannot say that his shot was driven purely by a larger reward.

The moment he saw the child was different from all other jobs Din has accepted. Countless bounties in countless sectors, all different species, backgrounds, and reasons for the bounty on their heads, but each with the same reaction. Every single bounty that Din has brought down has the same fearful look in their eyes, an instinctual reaction to the realization that their pursuer was a Mandalorian. But the way the baby looked at him and the droid, the fear in its large black eyes… such expressions shouldn’t be worn by a face so young. Din would not have been able to live with himself if that emotion were the last thing the child ever felt before death. So he took down the droid, only thinking of his payment after the fact.

When he reached for the child, leather brushing against skin, some of that fear left its eyes and was replaced with quiet curiosity. Din knew then that he had made the right choice, even if the creature would be turned over to the empire’s dregs soon enough.

He walks with the child now, the metal bassinet open to the environment as it floats by his side. A risky choice, he knows. Anyone else with instructions to terminate the quarry has a clear shot right now. But the thought of the baby locked in the dark while waiting at the encampment sends pity through Din’s chest, so he set the covering to stay open and lets the baby view the sky.

To Din, this place is a wasteland just like every other desert planet, acrid, dusty, and void of life. The only lifeforms here are ugly, twisted things, constantly fighting over limited resources just to barely scrape by. The kid is staring at his surroundings in awe, and despite Din’s reservations, he begins to see the landscape with more color. The enthusiasm the baby has is rubbing off on him.

The kid keeps turning and looking at him though, twitching massive green ears while it observes it’s armored escort. Din feels oddly self-conscious under its watch, the growing trust in its eyes does not help to bury the thought that keeps returning to Din’s mind. What could the client want with a child?

The hiring process was undoubtedly strange. It isn’t often that a bounty comes with the stipulation of being brought in warm, most clients tend to want them out of the way no matter the method. That doctor had insisted he keep the child alive, however, that man was clearly not the one calling the shots. The other white-haired man had handled the entire exchange regardless of interruptions. In Din’s eyes, it was clear who was in charge there. The baby is still looking at him, its tiny, fuzzy head tilted in interest. Din considers closing the bassinet to escape those eyes but eventually decides that he can deal with it. How many bounties have begged for their freedom, their lives, groveling at his feet? The child’s age should make no difference to Din.

It’s just a quarry, Din tells himself, an asset to be traded.

The child squeals loudly next to him, startling Din into pulling his blaster and twisting around to attack the pursuer. There’s nothing. As far as he can tell, the only movement is dust blowing gently through the prickly bushes that litter the valley. He looks at the child, irritated by the way it startled him. It’s currently leaning over the opposite edge of the pram, ears pointed forward in interest. It babbles at something, reaching over to point at the ground.

“What?” He asks it gruffly, reholstering his blaster and standing with hands on his hips. The kid whips around and shrinks under Din’s glare, feeling the heat of his eyes even through the visor. He softens at this, that vexing feeling of guilt shooting through his chest once more. Just at that moment, a lizard scrambles out of a bush and runs right at Din’s boots, the kid straightening up again in excitement and squealing at the sight. That must’ve been what it saw, Din thinks, no one is after us yet.

Much later, Din will wonder why he used the word “us” at that moment.

He sighs then swoops down and scoops up the lizard, holding it gently in his palm while approaching the child. Both the child and animal are gazing up at him with a puzzled look, wondering what the Mandalorian is trying to do. Din wonders that himself, but he pushes the thought away and crouches in front of the bassinet, holding the lizard up so that the baby can get a closer look.

“Just a lizard, kid. No need to shout.” The lizard is squirming in his fingers, trying to escape his grasp. The child babbles and coos at the sight, trying to reach up and take the creature from him. Din thinks about how he mentally referred to the child as a creature when he first saw it, regretting his choice of words. The lizard he holds now is alive, yes, but the clear intelligence of the child compared to the lizard sets them apart.

He brings the lizard closer to the child so that it can touch it, reaching out with one tiny green hand to prod at the thing. It awkwardly pats at the poor lizard's head, looking back and forth between Din and the animal, making cooing sounds. It sound’s like a question so Din answers without thinking.

“It’s a Squamata lizard, looks like a young male. Gentle with it.”

Din wonders about the gender of the child, not wanting to keep calling the baby an “it”. The child's gender was not included in the information the old man gave him, age alone is the defining factor of the child. Perhaps it is a male. He would ask but it doesn’t seem to understand him, at least from what Din can tell. He doesn’t know why he’s spoken to the baby out loud. Three times now.

Feeling peculiar about this whole thing, Din sets the lizard back on the ground and rises to his full height, watching with the child as it skitters away. Once it disappears from sight, the baby turns back to Din, frowning openly in disappointment.

Din resists the urge to tell him that everything will be fine.

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let-it-show · 4 years

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All The Love I Found In You 9/?

Ahh, I’m sorry for the wait everyone. I still see activity on this story so thank you so much for reading it ;; You can find part 8 here! Poor Anna isn’t feeling super well and having some issues. But what else is wrong? Elsa is full of confusion and guilt, she’s not sure what to do. Ah, the troubles that come with love... Click HERE for part 10! tag for @hellodemoiselle !!

Despite being exhausted from the day, Elsa could not fall asleep.

It wasn't an isolated event. When her mind was overtaken with her worries she would stay up and just think, usually watching the sky when she stayed away from everyone. It was always better in the winter when she could watch the snow. In Ahtohallan she watched certain memories throughout the night - often they involved Anna. Between her years of isolation and leaving Arendelle, she spent time with Anna if her mind would not let her sleep. Even if she didn't tell Anna exactly what was on her mind all the time, her presence helped.

Elsa found herself gazing down on her sister's sleeping form, lying on her side by then with Anna on her back. Her shoulder had become a dull aache but still unpleasant. She was looking at her own form but it was Anna's soul in there, every movement was hers. The smile on her face, that was Anna's, and so was the hand Elsa held in her own.

"What could it be, Anna?" she whispered into the silence of the night. She had a small wish that Anna would manifest her dreams and that she could learn something from those. However, Anna's dreams could be off the wall. Elsa supposed she didn't need Anna to create scenes of reindeers in slippers racing each other in the bedroom.

Anna offered no answer, just a sleepy little sigh.

"I'm not going to leave you." Elsa had waves of strong regret flooding through her off and on as the hours went by.

If only in the past she had at least tried to connect with Anna, tried to sneak out to see her sometimes or at the very least, offered words through the door when her parents died. Her parents, who she listened to and thought the world of even as they did irreparable amounts of damage to both women. They had tried hard. What options did they even have? What they did made sense.

No. No, that was wrong. They didn't have to do exactly what the trolls said. They didn't have to keep them apart so many years. When they were a few years older than when the accident happened, why couldn't they have figured out a way for the sisters to connect? Why? It was her fault-no, she had been a little kid when she hurt Anna! She hurt Anna...

"Stop!" she growled to herself and then froze. She'd done that louder than she meant to. "Stop," she whispered again.

How to silence her mind from the thoughts that plagued her? She didn't know that they would ever quite go away. Even if they came far less often than they used to, they still happened.

Part of her wanted to walk, maybe go to the library and try to seek out an answer - both for her thoughts, and get ideas for Anna. However, she had been all over the library for the former and found no magic cure. And if she got up and left, waking up alone would surely hit Anna's panic button like a giant's rock.

She didn't want to leave her anyway, especially as Anna snuggled in closer. Elsa squeezed her hand and lowered herself back down in the bed so her face snuggled against Anna. Maybe another hour passed and Elsa finally fell asleep.

"Ooooh no, oh no..."

Elsa's eyes shot open to the sounds of moaning and groaning next to her on the bed. She sat up in alarm and looked to Anna, who had rolled on her side with her back to Elsa. The first bits of morning light fell in through the window with curtains they had forgotten to close and for a moment Elsa thought the complaint was due to being woken up..

When she heard another painful groan, she knew otherwise. "Anna...?" Her fingers gently brushed her shoulder.

"Ooooh Elsa, oh Elsa it's baaaad..."

"What's bad?" Elsa asked, her entire being nearly in panic mode at any slight bit of discomfort from her sister. She had an idea, just a little inkling...

"Oh Elsa I had some strong stuff last night and so much cheese, I'm going to be sick! My head hurts too, whyyyyy why did I do that," Anna moaned out and started inching toward the edge of the bed. "I gotta throw up."

"Woah let's get you to the washroom, throw up there and-"

"Noooope." As soon as the word was out, Anna propped herself up and leaned over to throw up. "Ohgaw!" she made a strangled noise of surprise as she did so. Elsa cringed and tried to pet her back and arm in what she hoped was a soothing gesture.

She felt a spike of cold in the air, and wasn't terribly surprised. When she was sick she made snowmen with a sneeze and one time when she was terribly nauseous she made a blizzard in the washroom. With Anna she guessed she shot some snowballs out her nose.

Her hand continued to rub Anna's arm as she felt her body shake from exertion. It took a few minutes for the poor girl to recover. Even when she seemed she had she laid her head on the pillow again and groaned.

Elsa steeled herself for the sight on the floor; she was going to take care of it right away from Anna and she started to get up. "No, please," Anna begged weakly when Elsa began to peel away from her. "Can you stay a little longer? It's still early."

"It's very early, but I need to clean up and get you some water and a bucket," Elsa told her. Then I'll lay back down with you for a little while," she told her.

Surprisingly, Anna giggled. "Oh there's nothing to worry about for cleaning." Anna turned her head a little. "I turned it into snow on the way out."

"You..." Elsa blinked. She couldn't remember ever doing that herself.

"I didn't want to be gross and I didn't want to taste it so...I sort of froze it but not entirely and anyway I puked snow." She giggled again and then groaned. "Ow..."

"I'm impressed," Elsa admitted. "You got a handle on those powers quick to turn vomit into snow in the process of, uh, yea."

"It was kinda easy for me," Anna admitted in a small voice. "But control with emotions is...it works for me I guess, when I'm happy mostly."

"Your love has always been there, always been a powerful part of you and you flourish with it," Elsa said, lowering herself to kiss Anna's cheek. "I should have expected it." She wondered if, even with Anna being in her body only a couple of days, if she already handled her powers better...

If so, she was proud. She couldn't be jealous. She had concealed too long and too hard and Anna hadn't.

"I'm going to get you water." Elsa still had to take care of her.

"Nonono, please please," Anna begged weakly. "Can you stay, I don't feel good so can you stay?"

"Anna," Elsa sighed in frustration. "I'm going to come right back! You need to drink something and if you cuddle up to me I'll fall right back asleep before getting you anything."

"I don't see the problem," Anna whined.

"I do." Elsa finally managed to slip away from Anna and the blankets, shivering in the cool air. It may have been cold anyway, but the chill born from Anna's sickness only piled onto it all. She wished she had slippers near the bed or something, but last night she hadn't exactly been thinking about a wake-up routine. "I'm going to get the fireplace going again, too."

"But I can keep you warm," Anna told her as Elsa sought out a robe by the door to throw over herself.

"I know. But you need not focus on my well being, and if you get too warm or your head hurts too much-"

"I can do it. I can do whatever you need me to, Elsa."

Elsa's hand had been on the doorknob when Anna's words made her hesitate. She noticed her voice seemed small, too. "Anna?" She peered at her and Anna was sitting halfway up in the bed peering at her with wide, begging eyes.

"Don't go, I can um, I can take care of you so stay."

"..." Elsa studied her. Surely Anna wasn't drunk, still, though a mean hangover could be messing with her mind. As a result it was bringing yet more to the surface. Elsa needed to learn it and hear it, but she didn't like it coming forth as she was trying to help her. "I know you can take care of me, but you shouldn't have to do that right now. Let me take care of you. Please? I'll be right back."

Her words seemed to do the trick, for the time being. "Oh...okay..."

Elsa smiled at her and then hurried out the door, the cool floor making her feet feel like, well, ice. It was uncomfortable at best and she hurried toward the kitchen for a fresh pitcher of water. They still had glasses in the bedroom. The cooks might be starting breakfast preparation. Elsa hoped she could easily duck in and out.

Luck was on her side. A couple of the servers were in and cleaning the counters down while the head cook had his head in the pantry. The servers saw her and opened their mouths to say hello, but Elsa just gave them a tiny wave, trying to signal she didn't have time to stop and chat. They appeared a little thrown off but that seemed about right. Anna usually chatted and was a beaming ray of sunshine to all the staff. Elsa didn't have the time or the energy to do so.

It was upon leaving the kitchen with the pitcher that she was vaguely aware she had Anna's bedhead going on for her and she never let staff see her like that. Oops.

She was making her way for the stairs when she heard a greeting called her way. "Queen Anna! My, I didn't expect to catch you this morning!"

Menander. Of course it was Menander, so early catching her leaving the kitchen when she was in a hurry. And yet, she couldn't pretend she didn't hear him so she stopped and turned. "Hello Menander!" she said with a smile. "You're...you're up early."

"As are you!" Menander was dressed in an excessively large robe. It was a deep red with lines embroidered around the bottom to resemble lighter red flames. On the chest of his rob was the runic letter Wyn in black. It looked brand new, and Elsa couldn't shake the feeling he had chosen that morning to show it off for some reason.

That man was very odd. "Sort of. I woke up thirsty and I won't be able to get the rest of the sleep I need if I don't take care of that," she said lamely.

"Ah, I think a portion of your staff and people could stand to do the same," he said with a chuckle. "I've hardly seen anyone else awake, which means the party was enjoyed."

"Something like that." She didn't want everyone out of it for the day when the world kept going and there were still discussions to be had and papers to be signed. But perhaps it could buy her and Anna more time to get going. Elsa felt fine, but...

"Are you taking water to your sister?"

"Huh? Oh.." she had started to space out. Maybe she was a little hungover.

He motioned to the pitcher. "Lots of water for one person."

"Yes." Elsa nodded. Would it matter much if she mentioned they shared the bed? They had many times before, so...

"I will let you get back to her as I ask the kitchen about a special breakfast," Menander said, bowing his head. "Please tell Elsa I said hello."

Elsa had been worked up to defend Anna passing out in her room, but Menander didn't even question it. As a result she remembered his words from the night before and suddenly felt the need to ask him a question. She called out as he started to turn. "Wait, Menander! Can I ask you something?"

He whirled right back around to regard her with a wide grin. "Of course, fair queen! What would you ask of me?"

Why was he so dramatic? "Well, it's a little strange but you see I...Olaf found this book and I couldn't quite answer him, and all your talk of twin flames yesterday morning..." She took a deep breath as she rambled much like Anna. "True love is the most powerful force in the world, right?"

"Powerful doesn't do it justice!" Menander expressively waved his hand. "It is the most beautiful force, the most awe-inspiring, sometimes the most painful and the most terrifying! It is a limitless power!"

"Okay...but what if...what if true love doesn't break a spell? What if love is definitely the key, but somehow it isn't working?"

"The answer still lies in true love, dear queen!"

Elsa tried to hide her irritation at that response. "But the true love, it's there, it's expressed, but it isn't working. The power of the spell still remains. The love is strong, but could it possibly not be strong enough?" Her heart ached at those last few words.

"Nonsense." Menander shook his head. "It is plenty strong, it just begs for a secret to come forth, or for a hurt to be understood. It calls for a balance."

At those words her mind was already working. When Anna learned of her powers and Elsa ran away, love still persisted as Anna reached out to find her pain, to try and soothe it, and to eventually save her. Elsa loved her then strongly too, but it was Anna who settled it all with her persistance and actions.

Was she as capable as her loving Anna?

"Huh. So something needs to be...learned, and done, or..."

"Perhaps simply understood, since some things cannot be changed." Menander shrugged. "Ah but that is merely what I have come to learn. Maybe this book that you - ah, Olaf - has an answer hidden deep in it. You just need to take your time reading."

"Hmm." Elsa stared at him, and then sighed. "Thank you, Menander. I-I better get back up with this pitcher," she said.

"Of course," he said, nodding his head to her again. "I hope to see you later this morning as we prepare to travel home!" he told her, turning away slowly, smiling at her as he did. "But if you so desire to spend every moment with your true love, I more than understand." And with that, he walked away.

Elsa turned his words over in her head, wishing she could get a firm grasp on them. There was something yet to be understood and balanced, but she had no clue what. Elsa was smart enough to know there was pain of the past to overcome. But as she recognized that and would be stepping up to the issues, why did the swap persist?

Her mind was working hard even as she entered the bedroom. Anna was laying down on her back, her eyes half closed. "Anna?" Elsa asked quietly as she approached the bed.

"Mmm I started falling back asleep...but head is throbbing..." Anna said weakly.

"I bet it is." Elsa rounded the bed to the nightstand, watching her step around Anna's snowpuke. It had some discoloration near the bottom and she had to look away quickly. "Sit up and have some water," she said as she poured a glass. She held it to Anna who groaned as she sat up.

"How long were you gone? It felt like a long time!"

Elsa laughed. "Not long at all. I happened across Menander and didn't want to be rude so I greeted him."

"Oh." Anna gulped down half her glass at once. "Did he look as bad as me?"

"You look fine."

"You have to say that, it's your face," Anna said with a little grin, followed by a cringe. "Ow, head."

"You always look beautiful to me, Anna, you know this," Elsa told her as she studied her own hungover features. That didn't even look like her! Surely she didn't look that dopey. "He looked fine."

Anna blushed. "Oh...I guess he didn't drink much."

"Maybe." Elsa had poured her own glass, drinking it slowly. "Anna if you're not well when I have to get up, please stay here. I know you want to stick next to me but I don't want you feeling even sicker."

Anna stopped in the middle of gulping more water and looked at her with wide eyes. "But..but Elsa!"

Elsa stepped closer to stroke her head. "I won't be going anywhere. I'll just be doing your queenly duties, you know that. And I'll check on you." She didn't want Anna to end up taking herself out harder by forcing herself to tag along.

"..." Anna looked at her glass instead. "As soon as I feel better I'm tagging along!" she declared.

"Of course." Elsa watched Anna finish her water and set her own glass down too, nearly done with it. She crawled onto the bed and over Anna very carefully. The bruise on her hip had begun to hurt. She lowered herself to the bed she could already feel Anna's hands on her arm and side, bringing her closer. It was adorable. Elsa smiled at Anna, letting her sister roll on her side and pull her closer. She draped herself over her and Elsa looked at her face. It was maybe an inch away. "You feel okay laying like that?"

"It helps, actually," Anna said as she wiggled closer. She closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh. If it worked, it worked, and Elsa wasn't going to stop her.

While Anna fell asleep, Elsa still didn't. She was so troubled! How was she supposed to figure anything out...Anna had been pretty honest with her the night before but that was under the influence of alcohol and she wasn't into getting her drunk just to talk to her. That didn't seem right.

She laid there for a while before the light poured in generously and she knew it was time to wake for her duties. Anna was still out. "Anna..." Elsa said her name quietly and gently shook her shoulder. "Anna I need to get up."

"None for me, thanks, just the flowers" Anna muttered in her sleep and didn't budge.

Elsa quieted a chuckle and stroked her face. "Anna, I'm going to move, okay?"

When there was nothing but a little sound, Elsa carefully moved herself away. The loss of Anna's touch was rough and her bruises throbbed, but she got herself going. Anna settled into the bed with a light groan and a frown but she didn't wake up.

She was adorable.

Elsa smiled at her and brought the blankets back up over her before she quietly moved on to select a dress. She chose a light and gorgeous dress similar to what Anna had worn when they had searched for a tradition on that holiday a couple years prior. The dress she chose had splashes of a nice pink along the sleeves and on the torso, narrowly escaping being an eyesore. Elsa combed out her hair and tied it back in a braid again. She wanted to leave it down but thought better of it.

When she was ready for the day, she crept up to Anna and leaned down. She kissed her on the cheek and nuzzled her. "I will see you later, my darling," she whispered in her ear.

Then the day started. It was miserable.

Elsa could not focus one bit.

The whole day and night before was a whirlwind for her and she found herself going over all of it, from the happy parts to the worried parts. She'd decided to stay, and on that she wasn't wavering. How would the other spirits react? Would the Northuldra see it as an insult? In her heart she did feel everyone would understand. It was time for her to depart from Ahtohallan as her home. However the anxious part of her buzzed loudly in her skull.

If only Anna were right there with her, as she signed papers. If only Anna were with her as she went over a trade route with her council. If only Anna were there as she finally sat down to a late breakfast by herself and poked idly at the waffles served to her.

All she had to do was look into her eyes and she knew her decision was solid and true.

But Anna wasn't there, so Elsa sipped her hot tea while hoping her beloved would wake up soon to join her.

Just then she heard the door to the dining room and looked up hopefully. In about half a second she realized the footsteps didn't match at all and she spied Olaf running in to join her. "Oh, good morning Olaf!" she greeted him.

"Hi!" He waved a stick hand and kept going to the table. He pulled himself into a chair right across from Elsa so he could face her. "Where's Anna?" he asked her.

"In bed. She was not feeling too well," Elsa told him, wondering how she felt now.

"Oh! ...Oooh." Olaf frowned. "Sorry. I should have stopped bringing her drinks, but she was having fun," he said, giving Elsa a guilty look.

"She also could have stopped herself from drinking them at any time. Besides, it wasn't just the drinks, it was-"

"-the cheese?" Olaf finished and laughed when Elsa nodded. "Kristoff had to start reminding her not to have wine and cheese because it didn't combine well for her."

"I didn't know that." She really didn't! It alarmed Elsa and puzzled her to realize she didn't know something about her sister. She thought she knew everything. Then again, before she left for the forest, she could imagine Anna didn't really want to be seen when sick off alcohol and cheese.

"It...oh I did it again! Too late now. It embarrassed her so she hid it from everyone until Kai caught her throwing up one morning. Wait." Olaf squinted. "She's in your body, do you get sick from it?"

"Sometimes...if I eat a lot of one and drink a lot of the other," Elsa said and sighed. Either body was going to have trouble with all that she guessed but not knowing still bothered her. "I hope she feels better soon."

Olaf was still studying her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes...?" she lied.

"No you're not. I can tell because you aren't eating at all! What's wrong?" he prodded.

"Uh, well..." Elsa hesitated, but she knew she could trust Olaf. He said a lot of strange things, sometimes too much, but he still didn't share her secrets. "I'm very worried about her. Olaf, something is keeping us from changing back, and I think it's Anna's sadness, but I don't...I don't know how to get to the bottom of that. You felt yesterdays happiness."

Olaf laughed and closed his eyes for a long second. "Yes, I did," he finally answered as he reopened them. "It was wonderful!"

Elsa smiled back at him, glancing down at the tabletop before she continued. "That in mind, I don't understand what's going on. Anna was so happy you could feel it in you. I could feel it. We talked last night and-and stuff." Olaf didn't need to hear the details of their kissing. "I've never felt quite this happy, even when I've ridden Nokk across a quiet frozen ocean. Anna is my world and why I was able to-to grow." Anna was her key to everything.

"I think this is the happiest Anna has ever been, too. I mean I only knew her after you freaked out and made me, but she's even happier than she was for those three years!"

"Those three years..." A small portion of both their lives. "And...after that? Kristoff has already told me some, and Anna did herself last night. I thought she got out what she needed to."

"Did she talk about the cave?" Olaf asked abruptly.

"Huh? Oh, you mean when...well, we did talk about it at one point months ago. I apologized. I felt awful, I still feel awful." Her heart ached for the time Anna had spent in the cave she spoke of. It sounded cold, wet, and terrible. She felt like a monster for what she had put her through...

"But how much did she say?" Olaf tilted his head a little. "Anna was destroyed...I mean I was, um, well I wasn't there. But I still know that."

Elsa nodded slowly. Her stomach hurt and she couldn't even touch her tea. "Yes..."

Olaf just looked at her for a minute. He seemed to be internalizing, trying to make his thoughts into words. "Anna told me a few weeks ago. She wanted to give up in the cave. She still wanted to give up after the forest was free, before she saw you again."

"Give up..." Elsa's blood suddenly felt ice cold.

"I don't know exactly what she meant," Olaf told her with concerned eyes. "Maybe she didn't mean what you think she did. But if you hadn't returned alive, she would never be okay again. I know that."

"But Anna is so strong. She doesn't need me to be able to continue forward with her life." Even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. Anna was indeed strong, she persevered and she pushed on every day! At the same time, Anna's energy was wrapped forever in her own. With their souls brutally ripped apart Anna would have no hope. No future. Though Elsa came back that day she damaged Anna forever.

She wanted to throw up.

"Without you she's been so sad."

"I know," Elsa said as her head spun. She would never leave Anna, but she could never repair what she had done. What if she did hurt her again? She felt like a copy of herself. Elsa was unable to focus on anything, almost unable to breath when a stick hand touched her own.

Olaf waited until she looked up at him. "Hey. You can't change what happened. The past is in the past."

"But it still hurts. It still hurts Anna...I hurt Anna."

"Not anymore?" It was a question and a hopeful one, but so naive it made her even more anxious.

Elsa could only shrug. "I hope not. I don't want to. I want to make sure the rest of her life is beautiful and that she we always feel loved." She wanted to spend all her time giving Anna the dedication she deserved, make up for everything. "I want to beg her forgiveness for all I've put her through..."

"You know she'll give you that." Olaf stated it simply as he gave her a bright look.

"I know." She didn't deserve it. But she would do what she could to earn it. Starting with...oh no! "The fire!"

Olaf jumped and his eye widened. "Fire!? Where? What fire? I'll get the guards!"

"No, no Olaf." Elsa got to her feet quickly. "I meant to start a fire for her in the room and forgot. I know she doesn't feel the cold but it's still peaceful, it's...I forgot! How could I do that," she was annoyed at herself. All that talk of making Anna feel good, and she had forgotten to do that. While she knew Anna would not be bothered about it, she didn't like how she felt about forgetting.

"Oh, oooh go do that!" Olaf said, waving her off. "I'll take care of the dishes!"

"Okay!" Elsa said, smoothing her dress down. "I'm going to- I'm going to do that. And Olaf, thank you," she said honestly. She owed him. "Thank you so much..."

"The fire!"

"Right!" Elsa smiled and rushed off, not even thinking about whatever she had to do next. Take care to put out royal documents she needed delivered, maybe? She'd get to it. For the time being she needed to take care of Anna and see if she could get her talking, see what more she could dig into.

When she arrived at the room she got an unfortunate sight. All of her energy dropped out of her and she sagged in the doorway.

Anna wasn't in bed and the room was empty.

#Frozen 2 #Elsanna #fanfic #elsa #anna #olaf #body swap

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xsthxryx · 4 years

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Dear Love of Mine

Snippet #1 - Appa's First Meeting

It's a cold january day when Mark arrives at Hyuck's family's home in Jeju, determined to get to the bottom of Hyuck's condition and promptly gets assaulted by the smell of Hyuck, himself and something milky & new, that makes his alpha roar up in possessiveness.

He gets greeted amiably by Hyuck's mom, but his dad just glares at Mark.

"What are your intentions now?"

Hyuck never complained about Mark's attitude to his family, but videos exist and Hyuck's dad is not impressed.

"I intend to care for him, Sir. Love him, if he lets me."

Mark gets an impressed nod.

"Well, then go take care of your family, Lee Minhyung"

F-f-family? What is he talking about? Mark is utterly confused as he walks up to Hyuck's room, having visited often with his mate during trainee years.

The smell gets stronger & stronger the closer he walks and he's having trouble controlling his alpha. Opening the door, his control snaps and the moment he sees Hyuck, leaning on the window, he pounces and reclaims his mate, biting down on his previous mark. Hyuck cries out in surprise, not having expected this response.

"Minnie!"

Arms circle his waist, over his residual baby bump. Mark's vision starts to clear. He remembers Hyuck's injured leg and panickedly checks, but Hyuck had supported it on a little stool, so they're in the clear.

Still keeping hold, Mark turns Hyuck around. He looks radiant, adorably chubby and so so pretty.

"Hey, love."

Hyuck blushes all the way from his ears down his neck. Only then does Mark remember the rather rounded belly of his mate. He opens his mouth and suddenly:

"Waaaaaahhhh!"

A cry? Scream? Shriek? Hyuck hobbles out of his arms and over to a crib next to his bed, picking up a crying pup inside.

Mark's alpha roars inside him. "Mine!"

He turns to Hyuck, who is already sitting down & pulling his shirt open, letting the pup suckle.

"W-what's going on? Hyuckie? That pup? Ehh...? Your stomach, I mean, well... I-"

"Minnie, calm down & listen, yeah?"

Mark nods. Hyuck smiles at him and starts cooing at the pup.

"Your appa is being stupid. Luckily, you have me~"

He takes a breath, bites his lips and looks up again.

"This is our pup, Minhyung-hyung. Your first-born son, your heir. He was born December 24th, 2018."

Mark's world stops. His mind zeroes in onto the words. He had sired a pup? With Hyuck? His beloved omega, his soulmate? And he didn't know???

"Hyuck, I... I'm sorry, you had to do this on your own. I'm sorry, I wasn't here, I didn't notice. It must've been so hard on you, love."

Mark steps forward and sits beside his mate, wrapping an arm around him.

"I'm here now. I'll take care of you & protect you now. Both of you. You're mine."

Hyuck buries his head into Mark's shoulder, whining, but careful not to disturb their pup.

"You dork... I'm sorry too, for not telling you. I was a bit overwhelmed & we had so much to do and I only discovered it when I was really far along. That's why he's so tiny, the puppy. I should've been able to bear a larger one and-"

Mark cuts Hyuck off, by pressing his head farther into his shoulder.

"Naaahh, he's good as he is. As long as he is healthy and you are as well, his size is the least of the problems. Afterall size means jackshit when it comes to presentation."

A slap.

"No swearing!"

Mark laughs and feels tiny fingers on his other hand that had come up to cup his pup. A tiny face looks up at him with large eyes. Mark coos.

"Hi, pup. Is your eomma's milk yummy? I'm your appa! Grow big and strong, yeah? Thanks for being born to us. I'll do my best to raise you and be there for you."

The pup stops suckling and holds out his hands to Mark. Hyuck laughs.

"Looks like he is done and wants some snuggles with appa~"

Hyuck transfers the pup over, all while rearranging Mark's limbs.

In awe, Mark zeroes in onto his pup's scent and lets out a small growl of possessiveness. He's holding his heir! His child with his beloved person!

Hyuck laughs at his alpha's besotted face.

"Already, wrapped around his finger. Luckily, you are well-behaved. Though, who knows what the future holds."

Mark breaks eye-contact with his son and looks at his mate.

"Does he have a name already?"

"No, it should be your choice. He is your heir, the beginning of your legacy, afterall."

Mark nods.

"Still, he's ours. I won't believe you, if you say, you don't have a few suggestions."

Hyuck laughs.

"I do, but only one."

Mark look expectantly at his mate.

"Mmh?"

Hyuck turn his attention to their pup, holding out his fingers to let him play. A soft laugh from the puppy.

"소원"

Mark laughs merrily, cooing at his family. His family!

"Lee Sowon, huh? It means 'wish', no?"

Hyuck nods, looking to the window.

"I've always wanted a family. When we mated, I knew I was in for a long, maybe eternal wait. We were to be idols afterall. And you had no interest in me, at least I thought..."

Mark lets Hyuck take his time, admiring his mate, who's being illuminated by the winter sun of january.

"Then, you started to take interest? Like suddenly, and I gained a bit of hope. But on camera, and sometimes at home, you would reject me... I just didn't know anymore, but then you proposed to 'make love' before we got overwhelmed by our cycles and I- I wanted, so so much... And you told me, you loved me, you loved me! And I was ecstatic, my mate, my alpha loved me! My first love, my childhood crush loved me!"

Mark nudges Hyuck, making him turn back. A brilliant smile greets Hyuck, startling him with all the emotions conveyed within. Protectiveness, Possessiveness, Adoration, Love.

"I love you, Donghyuck. I have since I first saw you. I'm sorry that I made you doubt so."

Hyuck tears up and burries his face into Mark's shoulder again.

"Still, Sowon is a wish fullfilled. My wish fullfilled. Even if you hadn't accepted him, he was mine. He would always be. I knew from the moment I saw him on the ultrasound. "Ah!"

He jerks up, shuffling to his nightstand. He pulls out an envelope and reaches to take their pup back, that had been lulled to sleep by his father's heartbeat.

Mark takes the envelope and opens it.

There are blurry images, black & white. But he has vague memories of an aunt showing something similar around when announcing a new cousin for him in his childhood.

"The first one was at 6 months. As I said, I was pretty far along."

Wow, it's a photograph of his pup inside his mate's womb... He grew within his mate, changing Hyuck's body to accommodate him. Mark remembers Hyuck's still rather rounded midsection. His alpha is entirely smug & satisfied. He has made his mark on his mate's body. Irrevocably changed it forever. A claim that no one else would ever be able to contest. The first child born from his womb was Mark's, no one else's. Hyuck would bear the signs of pregnancy and motherhood, even after his stomach shrunk. His cock starts to stir at his thoughts and Mark desperately tried to suppress his scent.

Hyuck giggles. Mark turns red.

"Looking at ultrasounds is turning you on?"

"No-no! The implications are wha- whyyyyy am I even telling you?"

Mark face palms. Hyuck giggles even more, mirth making him shake.

"Let me put Sowonnie down and then I'll help your little problem in the bathroom, yeah?"

Mark quickly stands up, pushing Hyuck back down.

"No, let me?"

"Sure, why not."

Mark takes his pup and carefully puts him into the crib. Taking note of the shirts that had mysteriously disappeared from his wardrobe, making up the nest, in addition to a soft blanket and a plush lion with Hyuck's scent.

"So that's why my shirts all disappeared..."

Mark muses. Hyuck blushes in response.

"Shut up. Let's go deal with your problem, Minnie."

Mark helps him to the small bathroom attached to Hyuck's room. Being a roof apartment, Hyuck had the entire floor to himself. Mark had stayed over often enough to know that the bathroom was soundproof enough to not disturb anyone in the living area.

Opening the door, they step in.

#dearloveofmine #markhyuck #mark #donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct imagines

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staycatcher · 5 years

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Peachy- Roommate! Jeongin

@starryjisungs‘s request: can i get #27 + with jeongin x female reader ?? platonic would be nice !! tysm, and if you do this (you don't have to) then take your time :P

A/n: this is my fav of the reqs I got from the prompt list so far🥺💓💞 my requests are all caught up so feel free to send me some more :D

Pairing: Yang Jeongin / I.N. x Femme Reader (she/her)

Au: Roommates! AU (omg they were roommates!!:o)

Genre: a dash of angst with fluffy fluff fluff!!

Rated E no warnings all!! :D

Word Count: 963

🍥🍑🍨~

“Jeonginnie!!~” You sang as you clumsily opened the door with arms full of groceries before messily kicking the door closed behind you. You were met with silence making you suspicious. “I swear to god, Yang, if you try to scare me-“ you bellowed while worming out of your sneakers, well as much balance as a baby deer walking for the first time while carrying a load of groceries.

As you entered the place you’ve lived in for three months now, your movements were more stealthy and grounded as you kept striding into the apartment, like a cat ready to pounce. Except, you were perhaps more close to a spooked horse, but you liked to imagine you were feline with grace and intimidation. Staying close to walls, like a spy on the lookout before swiping your forearm awkwardly at the light switch to see better before dumping your groceries onto the counter.

“YANG JEONGIN?!?” You screeched, unnecessarily loud, making sure you were loud enough that you could be heard throughout the rest of the old, tiny apartment and also in case he was in his room watching ASMR with noise-canceling headphones as he did from time to time. It was a Thursday evening, he should be home and besides, the two of you had plans of watching a drama together with the ice cream you bought on the way home from work.

It was a long day of school and work, without as many generous customers and teachers as you would’ve hoped. Your professors have started throwing new deadlines right at you like confetti as a celebration for meeting the deadlines you just passed, it was an excruciating cycle you were beyond motion sick of at this point. And at work, it was usual, fast-paced. Waitressing was basically babysitting plus cardio and the occasional sprinkle of harassment that bosses pretend doesn’t exist or happen- but that’s beside the point.

All-day long the only thing keeping you positive and relatively chirpy was the reminder that when you get home in the dark, you’d unlock your door to the apartment and be greeted by absolute sunshine personified. And yet here you are, home and in the artificial yellow light provided by the apartment’s old light fixtures that will burn out any week now, with mentioned best friend nowhere to be seen.

Petulantly, you began to sluggishly unpack your reusable bags and totes, first putting things in the fridge and the prized ice cream into the freezer. And maybe today was worse than you thought or it’s getting to a certain time of the month or something, but putting the carton of ice cream hit a nerve that had you sniffling. Where is that idiot? You sniffed hard and willed the petty tears away as you grabbed the two boxes of cereal, one his and one yours that he’ll inevitably eat half of, to put them in the pantry.

You approached the pantry with a grumpy slouch, socked feet dragging on the creaky linoleum without a drop of your earlier intensity and care. As such, you were more vulnerable as you opened the door to your tiny pantry by a weak grip on the weathered doorknob. You barely got it open by two centimeters before it was forcibly swung open the rest of the way by someone who was just waiting for his right moment to attack.

“EEEAAAAAAO@&$#@!!!” He squeak-screamed like a dolphin going through puberty, launching forward like a firework. The door swinging open narrowly missed your little poor nose and had you screaming like a little kid in a haunted house. The boxes flew right out of your hands, and you slipped trying to balance yourself, knocking you right off your socks and right onto your bum. The sound you shrieked in return was equally unattractive but at least yours didn’t cause people’s ears to ring-

“Owww!! JEongin!! WHYYYYY??!!” You groaned, ears ringing and your tailbone probably minorly bruised. And when you looked up you saw Jeongin wide-eyed, normally he’d be laughing his hiccupy laugh and clapping idiotically like walrus and you’d give in within seconds to his dumb laughter and shove him hard and call it even.

But this time, this time was different.

“Y/n?? Are you okay, did you hurt yourself? Is the cereal okay?” He laughed nervously, scratching at his peachy-blond hair, adding in that last part to see if you’d at least roll your eyes at that, which you did, thankfully.

“I’m okay! As peachy as Georgia state, Yang!” You huffed and bluffed, getting up back on your feet, rejecting his big pretty hands that wanted to help you. Your reference flew right over his head, it was times like this that he was reminded that you were a foreigner. A strong, smart, patient, beautiful foreigner that probably had a bit of a hard time living here. At the reminder, he began to regret scaring you tonight, today must’ve been hard for you, or perhaps it’s been all bottled up until now.

It wasn’t often that little ol’ Jeongin initiated physical affection, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You were about to turn around and finish putting away the rest of the groceries before you were pulled into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he said, grabbing at you before you went too far and twirling you into his arms, leaning down a little so he can slot his chin right onto your shoulder.

“It’s all peachy,” you squeaked in response, this time meaning it. He was your peachy, the best, most delightful peach on the whole tree- no! The entire orchard! You snuggled right back into his arms, with a hidden smile on your face. Some would argue that your face too, was also, a delightful shade of peach.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Cool Blue (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Not sure why or how I even thought of this idea but I wrote it cause it seemed funny. (It’s a lot funnier if you actually think about it happening in real life) But anyway it’s basically just Danny getting scared of stupid shit while he’s drunk lmao enjoy!

It was the end of the night. A night that had been filled with many mixes of alcoholic drinks and many memories that wouldn’t be remembered tomorrow. Roy, who had decided to opt out of drinking that night, was currently leading Danny, who was so far beyond the point of wasted that Roy couldn’t believe he was still conscious, back to his apartment.

When their Lyft arrived outside of Roy’s building, Roy practically had to drag Danny out of the car, while the younger boy clung onto the seatbelt, incoherently mumbling about how he just wanted to sleep.

Eventually though, Roy did manage to get him fully out of the car and onto the sidewalk where Danny clumsily collapsed onto the pavement and decided to make the sidewalk his new bed.

“Uh-uh. Get up.” Roy said sternly, grabbing hold of Danny’s arms and attempting to pull him up but since Roy was so much shorter than Danny, pulling the lanky boy up turned out to be a task much more difficult than he expected.

Danny whined as Roy pulled him into a sitting position. “I-I’m sleepinggggg” Danny slurred before letting the upright part of his body fall backwards onto the sidewalk again, hitting the back of his head on it in the process.

“Stop it, you’re gonna give yourself brain damage, you idiot” Roy scolded, putting a hand under Danny’s head to make sure he wouldn’t hit it again.

Danny didn’t seem to be hurt though, nuzzling into Roy’s touch and making a sound of contentment.

But soon Roy pushed Danny away and said for what felt like the hundredth time, “you have to get up Daniel"

“Whyyyyy?” Danny drawled. All he wanted to do was sleep and he couldn’t understand why Roy wouldn’t just let him do that.

“Because you’re still on the sidewalk if you haven’t noticed…” Roy told him, the annoyance becoming clearer in his voice.

Danny opened his eyes halfway and looked around. Oh. When he saw the stars shining brightly in the sky above him instead of a bedroom ceiling it suddenly hit him that whatever he was laying on wasn’t a bed. Instead it was cold and hard and he didn’t like it.

He sat up a bit but immediately regretted it when the world started spinning. Danny groaned and rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling nauseous.

Roy took the opportunity while Danny was sitting up to channel all his strength and pull the other boy to his feet and start struggling to lead him into the building.

Leaning his full weight onto Roy, Danny squeezed his eyes shut once again in attempts to make the sick dizzy feeling go away. It worked a little bit but it all came back even worse every time he had to peek through his tightly closed eyelids to make sure Roy wasn’t going to lead him off the edge of the earth or something.

They made it to the elevator and Roy pressed the button. Roy lived on an upper floor so the ride was a bit longer. The movement of the elevator wasn’t making Danny’s situation any better. His head was now swimming even with his eyes closed. He could just feel the dizziness throughout his whole body, making the urge to throw up even stronger. He didn’t want to be drunk anymore. What started as something fun now left him feeling awful and gross.

The elevator finally came to a stop on Roy’s floor and the doors opened. Roy put his arm back around Danny’s waist and tried to pull him away from where he was leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Wait” Danny choked out, putting his arm out in front of Roy, signaling for him to stay there. Feeling so sick had sobered him up a bit, enough to know that if he didn’t take a minute to calm his body he wasn’t going to make it. He wrapped his arms around himself and kept his eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths and puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled, trying to brace himself for the last 20 feet of their journey.

“Dan my apartment is right th-” Roy cut himself off as he realized what was happening. “Oh hell no, you are not puking in here.” He told Danny as he quickly but carefully guided him out of the elevator and towards his front door.

Roy pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door as fast as he could. Before he could push it open, Danny was already one step ahead of him, opening the door so fast that it slammed against the wall, probably waking up the neighbors, while Danny clumsily made a beeline for the bathroom.

Seconds later, Roy hears the sound of gagging coming from down the hall. He rolled his eyes and took his coat off, wondering why Danny does this to himself so often. He locked the front door and headed towards the bathroom to comfort Danny, whom he knew never liked to be alone when he was feeling sick.

He entered the room, flipped the light on, and sat on the floor next to Danny and began rubbing his back.

A few moments later Danny lifted his head from the toilet bowl and sniffled. He was about to flush it but paused abruptly when his eyes adjusted to the light and saw what was in the toilet. The substance he had just thrown up was a bright shade of blue.

In his drunken state he panicked a little and asked “Why is it blue?” looking at Roy with wide eyes, voice getting higher and shakier as he spoke like it did when he was about to cry.

Roy too glanced at the contents of the toilet. Danny wasn’t kidding, it really was blue. “What did you eat, baby?” Roy asked, laughing a little at how freaked out Danny was.

“Nothing that would make it look like that!” Danny said through tears as his drunken state of mind made this seem 100 times scarier than it really was.

Pulling him in for a hug and rocking them back and forth on the floor, Roy still thought it was funny how big of a deal Danny thought this was but he knew he couldn’t just tell him to calm down because he was being dramatic. “Don’t worry about it Dan, it’s nothing to cry over” he told him, running a hand through his hair.

Danny’s sobs didn’t stop though. He lifted his head from Roy’s chest and looked up at him with big, shiny green eyes. “Am I gonna die?” He asked in a shaky voice, with the most serious look on his face.

Roy laughed and hugged him tighter than before and rocked back and forth again, telling him, “No baby, you’re not gonna die. I’m sure you ate or drank something blue earlier and just don’t remember it."

Danny didn’t say anything. He just continued to shake with silent tears in Roy’s arms, fully convinced that he must have murdered a smurf and ate the evidence and now it was just a matter of time before the dead smurf’s family came and sought vengeance.

Roy leaned forward and flushed the toilet, all the remnants of Danny’s colorful situation no longer in sight. "See? Now you don’t have to look at it anymore. Out of sight, out of mind, yeah?"

"No” Danny whimpered.

“And why’s that?” Roy asked.

“Cause I need to throw up again but I’m scared it’s gonna look the same and then I’m gonna die. I fucking ate a smurf and its family is gonna come kill me for it. I didn’t mean to do it, Roy, I’m too young to die!” Danny cried, frantically shaking Roy by the shoulders.

“If you need to puke again then do it. You’ll feel better. And I’ll be right here with you the whole time to fight off any rabid smurfs, okay? There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Roy reassured, struggling to hold back his laughter as he grabbed Danny’s hands and held them.

Danny groaned and turned to lean his arms on the edges of the bowl and rest his head on them. He spit into the toilet and took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t let them hurt me?"

"I promise. It’s okay Dan, just let it out” Roy said as he rubbed the younger boys back. “You can close your eyes if you want, you don’t even have to look at it.”

Danny took Roy’s advice and squeezed his eyes shut before the wave of nausea hit him and the rest of the alcohol he had drank throughout the night left his body.

When he was done, Roy flushed the toilet for him before Danny opened his eyes, just to save him the fear of seeing that the contents of his stomach were indeed still blue.

“See? It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Roy asked.

“Mhmm” Danny grumbled, giving Roy a look that said “yes, it WAS that bad” before cuddling back into Roy.

“Oh, you’re fine” Roy said, with no real bite to his words, “now let’s get you into bed, okay?” He helped Danny stand up and walk into Roy’s bedroom where the dogs were waiting for them. He tucked Danny in and left him with Sammy and Dede to keep him company for a few minutes while Roy went to the kitchen to get some water for his friend.

On his way back to the bedroom, Roy noticed an empty Gatorade bottle sitting on the end table next to the couch. He never drank Gatorade so that meant Danny must’ve brought it over earlier that day. He went to grab it so he could throw it away but not before reading the label. “This fucking bitch” he thought.

“Hey Danny, guess what I found?” He said comically, as he entered his bedroom to find Danny half-asleep and cuddling Dede like his life depended on her.

“Wha-?” Danny asked.

“A bottle of Gatorade that you drank before we went out earlier” Roy told him.

“…….so?” Danny asked again, his foggy brain not understanding what Roy was trying to tell him.

“Do you know what the flavor is?” Roy asked.

Danny just looked at Roy and blinked, waiting for an answer.

“Cool Blue."

#biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #whiskey neat #hurt/comfort #fluff #tw vomiting #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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small-stars-blog1 · 7 years

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Prompt 95, Lams?

Prompt 95—You’re so cute when you’re all worried.

John/Alexander, 1400 words (approc.). John gets drunk, Alex is a worried boyf.

I have literally no excuse as to why this took me so long, I’m just lazy. But! I have lots of time to spare so will be writing a lot more frequently! So feel free to send me more

Alex was home late.Again. For the fourth time that week, his work ethic had forced him to staybehind at his job (even if Washington, his boss, insisted that Alex go home). Alex’s brain, as it often did,had wracked him with ideas and thoughts and he just couldn’t stop writing.

So here he was, at theungodly hour of 1am, creeping around the apartment because John was probablyasleep, if the eerie silence was anything to go by. Alex couldn’t say be blamedhis boyfriend. For the past week John would be up and waiting for him to comehome, but tonight (or, rather, this morning) Alex had really set the boundariesanew. He did manage to pick up a boxof John’s favourites chocolates at the 24-hour garage, as a thank you/apology.

Alex himself wasexhausted, his body practically screaming for a rest, so he decided to leaveshowering for the morning, hygiene be damned. He’d much rather wake up feelinga little disgusted than collapsing in the shower (and, besides, even if he didfall asleep in the shower John would inevitably wake up looking for him, andAlex really didn’t want to make him worry after the week they’ve both endured).

After placing thechocolates on the kitchen-table, Alexander made a bee-line for the bedroom. Hejust barely kicked his shoes off when he opened the door, not bothering tocontain an escaped yawn as he slumped onto his side of the bed.

Huh.

Alex fumbled around onthe bed, reaching to the right side for that familiar warmth he couldn’t seemto find, only—

“John?” Alex called out,sitting upright immediately and peering around the bedroom. He was met with asmuch darkness as before, just catching glimpses of furniture outlines. But noJohn.

Alex was usually a calm,collected person when it came to his boyfriend’s antics. He wasn’t the jealoustype, at least not as much as John could be, and had no quarrels with himstaying out late. Of course he didn’t! John was an adult.

But it’s 1am.

And as the screen of hisphone illuminated his face, Alex saw no text messages. No missed calls.

And it was 1am.

There was immediately avery prominent thud, thump of hisheart in his chest as he speed-dialled John.

And then there was theprolonged beep, beep, beep, whichAlex swore was mocking him as the seconds continued to tick by.

“Come on, John,” Alexfound himself mumbling. By this point he was pacing furiously around theapartment, checking in every room and cupboard. He even checked in the fridge,although he wasn’t quite sure why. “Answer the phone, damni—“

“Heeeey babe!” Came theslurred response, mingled with too-loud music that blared through the speakers.

“Hi?” Alex winced,pulling the phone away from his ear. “Where are you?.”

“What, you missing me inyour—“ hiccup “—bed already,Alexandeeeer?”

Alex assumed that Johnwas trying to sound sexy, and if notfor his overwhelming concern he probably would have found the whole ordealhilarious. So instead, Alex deadpanned, “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not sure?Probably—“ There was a loaded pause. “Oh my—yes!I love this song!”

Alex suppressed a sigh, Too much,apparently.

“Do I need to come and get you?” Alex asked, his tone becoming a littlewarmer.

“Yeah, yeah. Come over here!” John said with a chuckle, a sound whichnever failed to make Alex’s chest feel warm and fuzzy.

Try as he might, Alex couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Alright, where are you?”

It took an extra 5 minutes for Alex to decipher an appropriate responsefrom his overly-drunk and humoured boyfriend, and normally Alex wouldn’t mind,but he could hear some heated discussion happening in the background, and that usuallyended in disaster.

“Alright, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

John’s spoke in a whisper, “Pssssssst, Alex,”

“Yes?”

“There’s some asshole back here,”

Alex’s heart did that horrible thing where felt like it had dropped tohis gut. “Don’t do anything, John. Just—wait outside for me?”

“Sureeeeeee.”

Alex decided it would probably be best just to hang up, grab his keysand launch himself into the drivers seat. Speeding down small city-streetsprobably wasn’t his wisest decision, but the roads were pretty empty. And no-onewas watching. And he was anxious. Oh, was he anxious. His mind was racing. Oh god, what if something happens? Is anyoneeven there with him? But, he’s an adult he can go out with himself—but—

He shook his head of thoughts as he curved into a park space, notbothering to lock the car as he got out (okay, so perhaps he forgot, but that’sbeside the point).

Alex didn’t have to look far, really. In the darkened street, the onehouse with multicoloured lights seeping from all windows and music blaring fromthe inside stood out like a sore-thumb. Having said that, Alex didn’t recognisethis house, a fact which was both intriguing and worrying.

He readied his fists because he doubted anyone would here a subtle knock, knock on the door. If needs be,he would (attempt to) kick the door down, which he realised may not be a veryrealistic goal but he also realised he was a very worried boyfriend, and doorsare no match for very worried boyfriends.

He lifted his fist up to the door when it opened.

“Alex!”

“John!” He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. His fistquickly delved into a supporting hand on the shoulder, because John wasswaying. “John, I almost punched you.”

The taller of the two frowned. “That’s meaaaaan. You need to drink!Yeah.”

“No. I don’t.” Alex bit hislip and tentatively asked, “Are you alright? What happened to that, uh‘asshole’?”

“Um—”

As if on cue, there was some brash shouting in the distance. Alexattempted to tune out the offensive language; if he got mad then John certainlywould and Alex just wanted him home.

John tried to smile, “I might have punched him.”

“Welp, we’re going. Come on,” his grip on the others’ shouldertightened, and he began to drag him out of the house and down the street. Johnwas obviously having difficulties walking in a straight line, so naturally Alexsupported him with a hand to the waist.

“Don’t you want to, um” hiccup, “goback?” He asked, leaning over to Alex and nuzzling into his neck. Johns awkwardposition was making it difficult for Alexto walk in a straight line, now.

“No, John. I don’t.” They neared the car and Alex helped his boyfriendinto the passenger seat, ignoring Johns insistences that he didn’t need helpbecause clearly, he did; John was using the wrong seatbelt, for a start. “John,darling, that’s my seatbelt. Here,let me do yours.”

When Alex finally, finally gotinto the drivers seat and began to drive away, John leaned over to him andpositively purred.

“Aleeex, why wont you love me?”

“I am trying to drive…?”

“You’re angry.”

Alex frowned. He turned a corner, driving at a considerably slower speedthis time. “Not angry. A little annoyed, perhaps.”

“Whyyyyy?” John asked, prodding Alex’s cheek. Neither of them knew whyhe did that for, really.

Alex didn’t answer until they had pulled into park by the flat-complex.The other had spent much of the journey mumbling to himself about something;Alex couldn’t really make any of it out.

“John.” Alex turned to him, “I love you. You know I do. Just,” he huffed.“But, right now it’s one-fourty a.m, and I understand you’re anadult, but one call or text doesn’t go amiss. I was worried.”

John proceeded to poke his boyfriend again. Alex was poised betweengiving in and laughing, because god was John Laurens cute, or being veryannoyed and irritated. He decided to go for the latter, because he wouldn’t forgive himself if this happened again.

“I was worried. I was speeding to get you because I thought youwere gonna get in a fight. Again.”

John beamed, “You’re so cute when you’re all worried.”

Alex pouted. He realised that this was probably a conversation to havewith sober-John, since drunk-John didn’t seem to be computing all that wellright now.

He helped his boyfriend to their bedroom, deciding to leave the apology/thank-youchocolates for tomorrow, too. He wasn’t all that surprised when John collapsedonto their bed, be it from vertigo or sheer exhaustion. Honestly, it could havebeen both.

He mumbled into the pillows, “I love yoou so much, babe. So, so much.”

Alex smiled. “I love you too.” He nudged him, “Hey, don’t you want to get in your PJs?”

But there was no response other than the gentle, slowed breathing thatcame with sleep. Alex crept from the room, grabbed a glass of water and two-paracetamoltablets and put them on the bedside table beside John.

After changing into his own pyjamas, he laid down in bed and was relieved to feel thatfamiliar-warmth at his side again, where it belonged. Still, he made a mental note to have careful words with John when they awoke.

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kate-writes-fluff · 7 years

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If you're still doing dialogue prompts? 160? For whatever you want?

160. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

When I saw this, I thought of Jean, so @tiggeryumyumm I decided to work in your Valentine’s day themed jeanmarco in the same prompt.

Sorry for the wait! I’ve been fighting some real writer’s block.

Jean: Who says no to sex and donuts?!

Eren: just bc i work at a bakery doesn’t mean u can take advantage of it

Jean: I just thought it would sweeten the deal ;)

Eren: obviously it didn’t work

Jean: T-T

Eren: considering how thin the walls are in our apartment, i’m grateful for ur lackluster flirting skills

Jean: …. Rude

Jean locks his phone and sighs as lets himself into their apartment. It’s only 5 a.m., about a half hour after the Wings of Freedom closes for the night and therefore way too early in the morning to deal with Eren’s teasing. Jean drags his feet as he makes his way to his cluttered bedroom, exhausted from both his most recent rejection and a long night of wiping down tables at the bar. He simply throws his uniform–which chronically reeks of alcohol–into a corner of the room as he strips, not even bothering to throw on pajamas before he flops into bed and promptly falls asleep.

Hours later he’s ripped away from a pleasant dream about a handsome stranger with plump kissable lips and warm, welcoming arms by an annoying buzzing noise uncomfortably close to his ear. Jean groans as he fumbles, finally finding his phone underneath his pillow with the display lit up with a new message. Part of him wants to ignore it, but he knows that if Eren pities him enough he might offer to bring him food–but only if he replies before he changes his mind.

Turns out, the text is from Eren, but it’s a picture of a flyer with no words attached. He can’t help but groan as he taps the image to enlarge it and squint at the tiny, pixelated words his brain isn’t awake enough to comprehend yet.

“Valentine’s Meet Up,” it says in a curly romantic font. “Hang out with other singles and donate your time to brighten someone’s day. Make friends and meet someone new.”

Before Jean can think of a coherent response, though “what the fuck” would probably be a decent enough answer, Eren texts him again.

Eren: i signed u up

Jean: whyyyyy?

Eren: bc ur single +whiney + u have a day off on 2/14

also ur a romantic loser so i know ur gonna be extra whiney on V day

Jean: ….

Eren: u kno im right. Accept it

Jean: i only read this text b/c i thought you were offering me food

Eren: if i bring u a donut will u stop complaining

Jean: its a start

Eren: i hate u

Jean puts his phone on his dresser and sighs happily as he relaxes back into his pillow, looking forward to the treat his roommate will inevitably bring him.

Jean makes good on his promise and doesn’t complain about the singles anonymous meeting Eren has signed him up for. Though he makes sure to give his roommate the stink eye when he finds out that he has holiday plans of his own.

“If you’re hanging out with Mikasa and Armin, then why couldn’t you just let me tag along?” Jean whines, turning to give his roommate the most pitiful expression he can muster from beside him on their lumpy clearance-sale couch.

Eren doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he promptly answers, “Because you would spend the whole day complaining and flirting with my sister.”

“Not true! I might flirt with Armin too,” Jean flutters his eyelashes as Eren groans, turning away from him to finish texting his sister about their plans.

“Yeah, like I want to make my sister and my best friend uncomfortable all day.”

“But you’ll let your sister crash your date with your crush.”

“It’s not a date!” Eren exclaims despite his bright pink cheeks.

“But Armin is your crush?” Jean laughs as he reaches out to playfully ruffle his roommate’s hair, an attempt that costs him an elbow in the side.

“I hate you,” Eren groans.

“Then get your own Netflix,” Jean suggests, switching windows on his computer away from the website in question to check his email. He makes a point to delete his junk mail as slowly as possible, just to rile up his roommate even more. After about ten excruciatingly long minutes he’s about to give in and start the episode of Stranger Things when a new email pops up in his inbox.

“It’s for that Valentine’s thing,” Jean remarks, catching Eren’s attention. He crowds over Jean’s shoulder to watch as he opens the message.

Dear Mr. Kirstein,

Thank you for expressing interest in helping to set up and organize the Valentines Meet Up event. Would you mind meeting me at the bakery to discuss planning details?

Thanks,

Marco Bodt

There’s a moment of silence as they stare blankly at the polite message before Jean pointedly glares over his shoulder. “Eren! I thought you signed me up for the event, not the planning committee!!”

“Whoops,” Eren shrugs and leans back into his own spot on the couch, giving his roommate the space he needs to properly fume.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Jean accuses, narrowing his eyes into an even harsher glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eren turns his attention back to his phone, pointedly avoiding further eye-contact as he resumes texting. Jean puffs his cheeks angrily, unsure whether the avoidance is a sign of guilt or exactly how little Eren cares about the situation.

“… That’s it, we’re watching Hart of Dixie.”

“No!” Eren exclaims, dropping his phone in his lap as he finally returns eye contact.

“If you signed me up to be a romantic sap for the full week until Valentine’s day, well then I’m going to start now.”

Eren groans but shifts in his seat to see the screen better. “It’s not even romantic, they’re just idiots for the sake of drama.”

Though Jean agrees with him there, he can’t help but roll his eyes at the remark. “You can complain when you have an actual love-life, Mr. I’m-in-love-with-my-bff-but-I’m-too-scared-to-say-anything.”

“Says the chronic single,” Eren bites back, digging his elbow into a ticklish spot in Jean’s side, making the other man squirm. “I hope you meet someone at the stupid event so you’re too busy being stupid and in love to bother me anymore.”

“You and me both. Watching you guys flirt is more excruciating than watching Zoe and Wade go back and forth.”

Eren grumbles profanities under his breath for several minutes before he angrily remarks, “Are you going to start the show or not?”

Jean sighs as his alarm goes off at 11 a.m. the next day. Working nights means that on a normal day, he tends to sleep through the afternoon. But thanks to Eren, he has plans to meet the event guy at the bakery that cut his much-needed sleep short.

The night before had been a long, tiring day and even as he wakes up he still feels tired and listless, barely able to keep his eyes open. Maybe if he was more awake, he would have put the effort into dressing for a first impression. But the fact is, he’s simply too tired to care. So he slips into a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt, not even bothering to comb his hair before he shoves his shoes onto his feet and stumbles out the door.

Eren’s wiping down the counter when he arrives at the Braus’ bakery. As Jean slumps against the customer side of the counter, Eren shoots him a distasteful look. “Really, not even an effort?”

Jean finds enough effort to roll his eyes. “Give me the sugar I need to get through this.”

Eren grunts an affirmative as he reaches into the display case to pull out a raspberry filled donut. As Jean pulls out his wallet to begrudgingly pay–though this is all his roommate’s fault, he knows better than asking him to pay too often–Eren nods toward one of the front tables. “Marco’s here already.”

As Jean turns to find the person he’s meeting, he suddenly wishes he had bothered to look in a mirror before he left the apartment. Dressed in a spotless lilac button-down and steam-pressed gray slacks, the man looks as put together as Jean isn’t. But by this point, Jean is just too tired to even think about running back to his apartment to scrounge up an outfit that looks half decent. Though he does quickly finger-comb his hair before he slides into the chair opposite the man.

“Hi! Are you Jean?” The man smiles brightly at his approach, making Jean regret his clothing choices all over again. Because that dimpled smile single-handedly makes his heart clench and his hands start to sweat. Though the freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose certainly make the expression far more endearing than anything larger than a baby animal should ever be. In contrast, Jean can almost feel the bags under his eyes and wonders what the stranger thinks about the hot mess he regrettably is.

“Yeah.” Jean does his best to smile politely, though it falls short. His cheeks feel stiff and his flirting muscles are not quite awake enough to throw out his usual charms. “Are we waiting for anyone else?” He takes a moment to look around the shop and though there are few people getting breakfast to go, there aren’t many people milling around.

“No… you’re the only volunteer.” Marco threads his fingers around his coffee cup and looks crestfallen for a moment before he smiles again. “Let’s start brainstorming, shall we?” he suggests as he pulls out a small spiral notebook and a pen.

“Um, sure. What do you have in mind?”

Marco eagerly flips the page in his notebook, revealing rows upon rows of neat handwriting and messy doodles and diagrams. “I’m so glad you asked.”

The following week is the busiest Jean’s had in years. Whenever he turns around, he’s making bright colored paper chains or folding squares of paper and cutting out paper shapes, filling his and Eren’s apartment with boxes upon boxes of decorations. Whenever Jean gets ready for work, he can hear Eren stumbling and cursing over the new boxes that appear while he’s out of the apartment. It would be funnier if Jean didn’t trip over the damn things himself, too.

The highlight of all the paper toil is that Marco is loathe to make him work alone. During the week, they meet up at the bakery at noon, where Marco spends his lunch break away from the library decorating the place with him. (Jean makes a mental note to pay the local library a visit someday soon.)

Even after spending so much time together, Jean doesn’t find himself tiring of Marco. In fact, with each day he looks forward to every time he leaves to return to work, Jean finds himself actually looking forward to the next day even more. Marco is just as charming as he was the first day they met, cheerful, creative, and fun.

Unwilling to repeat the embarrassment of their first meeting, Jean’s careful to pick the best outfits in his closet for their afternoon meetings. He can’t help but blush the day Marco compliments a shirt ornamented with an iron-on transfer of one of his own art prints.

Jean has always been one to preen over compliments, but the sheer sincerity in Marco’s voice and smile as he gives them is enough to fluster him every time. Halfway through the week, Jean realizes that his attraction for Marco is slowly growing more than skin-deep. That day, Marco laughs cheerfully at even the shittiest of his puns–a quip about Eren being the real breadwinner in their roommate relationship because bussing tables doesn’t exactly set the bar high–and Jean softens.

By the weekend, Jean finally finds the guts to invite Marco over, so they can watch movies while they create card supplies. Marco brings takeout and they eat together on his lumpy couch. When Jean watches tv with Eren, they have no qualms about personal space, throwing arms and legs into the lap of the other at a whim because they’ve learned not to care about boundaries after years of living together. Here, with Marco, Jean is fully aware of just how small the sofa is and just the barest brushing of skin against skin is enough to make him jittery.

Marco doesn’t seem to mind his nervousness, too busy laughing at the antics of the characters of The Grand Budapest Hotel and flashing smiles Jean’s way when a particularly funny line is spoken. Jean confides that he’s an aspiring artist working at the bar only to make money in the meantime, so Marco makes an effort to point out the parts he finds visually inspiring. He enjoys the pastel color palettes–strikingly similar to the colors of his dress shirts– and cheerfully taps Jean’s knee to point out the most brightly colorful scenes. (He likes the pinks of the Mendl’s boxes the most.)

At nine o’ clock, Marco needs to leave and Jean has to get dressed for another night working the bar. As Jean locks the door behind them, Marco hesitates for a moment, twisting his fingers together. “I’ve heard that In the Mood for Love is a really visually interesting movie too. And I’ve been dying to see it,” he remarks off-handedly, looking down the hall at the flickering lights instead of at Jean.

“Sounds cool,” he says, words that seem like the understatement of the century.

For the first time ever, he smiles through his whole shift at work.

“Do you guys have to come flirt at my workplace every day?” Eren asks on February 13th. “It’s sorta gross.”

Jean’s ears warm but he scoffs at the question, “We are not flirting. He just happens to actually appreciate my jokes. Unlike some people.”

Eren snorts. “The only way he’d find you funny is if he has a crush.” He leans against the oven door casually, enjoying watching Jean squirm with embarrassment for once.

Jean huffs in retaliation, “Less talking, more baking. If we’re doing to decorate cookies tomorrow, we need cookies.”

Finally it’s the night of Valentine’s day and Jean’s nervous. All their hard work is on display, hung up around the bakery, decorating it with reds and pinks from head to toe. Trays of fresh cookies are ready to decorate and paper pieces are prepared for cards.

The cheerfully colored donation boxes are set up in the front of the room, listing the names of local hospitals and orphanages that are accepting cards. The slogan “Give a card, give a smile,” hangs on a banner directly behind the boxes.

Sugary sweet pop music starts playing as Marco returns from the sound system, setting up a themed playlist from his phone. Jean tries not to stare at the pink tie the man has on–the same color as the Mendl’s boxes in the movie they had seen together.

“It’s almost time,” Marco smiles, threading his fingers together restlessly. “People should start arriving anytime now.” The air between them seems charged with anxious restlessness. Suddenly, in their last moments alone together it hits Jean that once the day is over, once they clean up the bakery, they’ll lose their excuses to see each other.

It doesn’t really matter that over the course of the week, Jean has learned that Marco’s favorite color is teal and that Persuasion is his favorite Jane Austen novel. That Marco didn’t tease him when Jean confided that his favorite childhood movie was The Princess Bride. It doesn’t matter that Jean showed Marco his art portfolio and the other man enthusiastically admired it, saying that if he ever finished writing his book he’d love to commission him to design the cover.

Once the event is done, they no longer have a reason to spend so much time together.

The shop bell rings and people start arriving, forcing the two men to separate and socialize, doing their best to keep the mingling running as smoothly as possible. (Honestly, Jean hates this sort of thing, but after all the work they had done, he can’t weasel his way out of chaperoning a bunch of adults for a night.)

Regardless of how busy Jean finds himself throughout the night, his eyes always wander to the other side of the room where Marco is cheerfully chatting with other cute single people.

He’s busy staring instead of paying attention to the card making tables when a young woman with wavy auburn hair whistles at him. “Yo loverboy. This is the wrong place to stand around being lovesick,” she chides, carelessly wiping cookie crumbs off her fingers. “Sit down, make a card. You’ll fit in with all the unhappy singles that way.” She grabs a sheet of cardstock out of the pile and quickly scribbles something on it before handing it over.

It messily reads “Ur hot freckleface” above a hand-drawn heart that looks remarkably like a butt.

“See, it’s half done now.”

Jean sighs but sits down to work on fix the card she started. He grabs a pink paper heart that’s just barely large enough to cover her unromantic words. As he glues it down, he can’t help but notice that it’s the same shade as Marco’s tie and that thought convinces him to hazard a glance over at him. The tall man is busy chatting and working on decorating his own cookies, even as he oversees others.

It wouldn’t hurt to make my own, I guess, he muses, searching through the box of children’s markers to find a color he likes. It’s been years since he’s made anyone a hand-made valentine. The only friend that might appreciate one would be Armin–the most sentimental out of the group–, though Eren would definitely change the wifi passwords for that sort of “personal offence.”

After an hour, Jean and Marco switch stations; Jean overseeing the decorations of the last batch of cookies while Marco helps with the cards. Jean slides his own card into the back pocket of his jeans, unwilling to let his newfound friend even guess toward his intentions yet.

Finally, two hours after it started, people begin to leave, many of them in small groups as they chat and exchange phone numbers. Even the woman who “helped” Jean with his card is cheekily hanging off the arm of a stern-faced young man. She whispers something in his ear and his cheeks flare red before she turns back to wink at Jean as they leave the building.

The floor is covered in cookie crumbs, sprinkles, and paper scraps that will be a pain to clean-up, but even so Marco still smiles. “Looks like a success. People walked in alone, but they’re leaving with friends.”

Jean’s card feels like a weight in his pocket and he has to concede that yeah, it really seems like a success.

They take their time cleaning, taking away all the little sugary clues that they’d been there, that they’d prepared for a whole week over it. Jean’s smile falls as he returns to his earlier train in thought: that their reason for spending time together is quickly falling away as they sweep up the mess.

“Cheer up, Jean. The night’s still young,” Marco laughs, taking a moment to turn up the speakers. Cascada’s “Everytime We Touch” blares, bringing back memories of youtube videos Jean forgot watching.

“Where’d you find this? What year do you think it is? 2007?”

The music becomes a palpable presence in the room, especially as Marco begins singing along, dancing with his broom as he sweeps. Jean cracks a smile as he laughs, leaning into the table he was in the midst of cleaning for support. He’s laughing so hard that he doesn’t notice Marco’s approach until he leans the broom against his table.

“Mind dancing with me? That broom is just too stiff and wooden.” Marco holds his palm upwards, like a prince asking for a dance in the ball of a fairytale, not in an empty bakery that looks like it was ransacked by preschoolers on a sugar-high.

“I can’t dance.” Jean waves his hands in refusal, but Marco’s grin only widens.

“Neither can I.”

Finally, Jean gives in and reaches out to hold onto Marco’s shoulders as the other man leads him around the room. They trip and stumble on chairs they hadn’t put away yet, but they only laugh in the face of their own clumsiness, each mistake bringing their bodies even closer together.

The song ends and something slower and mellower replaces it. Jean can feel his pulse pounding but it’s hard to be embarrassed about it when he can feel the beat of Marco’s own heart from where their chests are touching.

“I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts. Some superhero, some fairytale bliss.

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss.”

Marco smiles breathlessly, his lips barely inches from Jean’s, and suddenly it feels a little too close and intimate, so Jean takes a step back to pull the card out of his pocket. It’s more than a little crumpled around the edges from their romp around the shop, but Jean finds himself passing it over anyway. It just seems… fitting.

The card is brightly colored and framed with paper hearts, but on the front it simply reads “Thanks” in Jean’s best penmanship. Marco’s face falls a little as he looks at it, so Jean hurries to explain himself as he opens it. “I wanted to thank you for setting this all up, because it really turned out to be a lot of fun. And mostly because I got to meet you. And I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but I’d really like to keep hanging out, even though Valentine’s day is over….”

Marco cuts him off with a gentle hand on his own. “I’d really like that… But you know, Valentine’s day isn’t over quite yet…. And there’s no one I’d rather spend it with than you.”

Jean’s cheeks burn brightly as Marco retrieves a small plastic bag from where it’s lying forgotten on the counter: a cookie decorated with a heart and Jean spelled in pretty cursive.

They have a whole lot of cleanup left to do, but Jean really can’t bring himself to mind. Even if he had to stay there all night, picking up each and every crumb individually with his bare fingers, he’d willingly do it if Marco would keep looking at him the way he is now, like he’s been the highlight of the night.

But the night’s still young, of course. And if they want to watch In the Mood for Love and kiss on Jean’s couch, then they need to finish cleaning.

#Anonymous #attack on titan #jeanmarco #my writing #sorry if its a little rough. writer's block kicked my ass #the second song is 'something just like this' by the chainsmokers #also 'in the mood for love' is actually a sad movie but... it looks so good i wanna see it

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