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ticklystuff · 2 years ago

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Ignore this if you're not still doing ficlet requests! But if you are, may I request ler Tighnari with any lee of your choice, and ribs for the spot?

Thank you in advance and plz keep on writing! You're so talented and your work never fails to put me in a lee mood sjdhdbdbd

send no more, thx!

asdlkfjds i read the second part of your ask like five times tyty you are so kind <3 i decided to go with lee!aether if that's alright hehe

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'KEEP OUT'

Hands on his hips, Aether couldn't help but snort amusedly at the tiny sign attached to the flimsy rope crossing the entrance of Tighnari's "secret" lab, which wasn't exactly so discreet due to Ghandarva Ville's lack of doors for their buildings. The blond had only known Tighnari for a few days, but surely an Akademiya graduate would be able to come up with something better than this. With a hop to his step, Aether easily crossed over the low-hanging rope, disobeying the sign that was practically made to be broken.

The room itself was filled with all sorts of flora, not that he was surprised as Tighnari was a walking encyclopedia for all sorts of plants. The various colors of petals and leaves drew Aether's attention in multiple directions and the blond found it difficult to focus on just one specimen. Instead, Aether took note of the little tags located next to most of the plants. Each tag was filled with scribbled notes, some more cramped than others, most of them illegible, yet some Aether was able to decipher.

"Benign, fresh yet bold flavor, would make a nice garnish," Aether read the notes out loud, taking a glance at the plant in question. He picked up the little pot that contained the plant, taking in the subtle citrus scent that accompanied the thin leaves. Based off of the little note, the plant seemed inviting enough and Aether picked off a piece, before setting said leaf at the tip of his tongue, only to wretch a second later and cough up due to the overwhelming taste of soap flooding his mouth. He was suddenly hit by flashbacks of Paimon purchasing an enticing looking soap bar from Marjorie's gift shop back in Monstadt that she slyly passed off as food. Aether did his best to spit out any remains of the disgusting leaf to rid himself of not only the soapy taste, but the awful memory as well, before placing the plant back in disdain. Clearly, he and Tighnari differed in taste when it came to food.

The blond continued to peruse the various plants, making sure not to taste them out of curiosity's sake. There was one plant that he would've missed had it not been for the reflected light from the skylight. The plant was the only one enclosed in a glass container and it's placement behind many fronds and vines only piqued his interest. What was so special about this plant that Tighnari needed to keep it so well contained? Granted it was a pretty plant; it had yet to bloom, so the petals were still enclosed in a bulbous-like shape. The petals themselves were a nice mix of pink and red and their translucent body almost made them look like hardened candy. If Aether had to guess what the plant smelled like, he would maybe say bubblegum. Reaching out, Aether was just barely able to lift the container enclosing the plant, before grabbing the pot itself and bringing the plant closer for examination, taking in the cute little petals waiting to blossom.

"Aether!"

The sudden call of his name made the blond jump, nearly dropping the plant in the process. Having jostled the plant itself, a few spores did escape the blossoms, making its way to Aether's nose and the blond sneezed in response, sniffling as he turned to the entrance to see a very angry Tighnari with many baskets of plants in hand. "Aha, sorry, I was just curious," he apologized with a chuckle, now that he had been caught, watching as Tighnari dropped the baskets in hand and marched over to him.

"You shouldn't be snooping here!" Tighnari scolded him, taking the plant in hand, only to avoid another sneeze from Aether. "Oh, gross."

"Ugh, I think I might have breathed in some pollen," Aether sighed with a stuffy nose.

This seemed to catch Tighnari's attention and he turned back to look at Aether with widened eyes after setting the plant back under the glass container. "From this plant?"

Aether nodded. "Yeah, why?"

Tighnari walked back over to him and placed a hand on his forehead, glancing over Aether with concern. "Do you feel anything strange right now?"

"W-Wait, what do you mean?" Aether wasn't sure how to react. "Tighnari, you're starting to scare me."

"Well, consuming the plant or inhaling its spores will often yield many side effects."

He finally connected the dots as to why that plant was isolated. "Such as?" Aether asked hesitantly, unsure if he actually wanted to learn more.

Tighnari put a hand to his chin as he spoke. "Well, from previous observations, we've seen an increase in neural activity."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Heightened sensitivity of the skin," Tighnari spoke as if it was common knowledge. "Tell me, is anything different?"

Now that Tighnari mentioned it, something did feel off. "The room feels a bit warmer, I think."

"Alright," Tighnari nodded to the other, seemingly calm with the current situation. "There is a much more direct way to test this. Please, lift your arms up and keep them there."

Aether did as he was told and glanced at Tighnari nervously. "How long do you think this will last? This might hold me baHAHAHACK!" Aether suddenly yelped when Tighnari started tickling his ribs and he quickly backed away, folding his arms over his ribs to protect them. "W-What was that for?!"

"It's a simple way to make a diagnosis that doesn't bring harm," Tighnari explained. He took a step forward to the reluctant blond and placed his hands on Aether's arms, giving them a slight tug. "Now, come on. Arms up again."

Aether hesitated for a moment, before doing as he was told. He screwed his eyes shut, wincing when at the feeling of Tighnari's fingers by his ribs again. "A-Ahahaha! Ehehehahaha!" he danced in place as Tighnari poked rapidly at his ribs, filling the tiny room with giggles.

"I have no frame of reference, so do you feel more ticklish than you normally do?"

"Yehehehes! Ah-HAH!!" he jumped as Tighnari began kneading his fingers into the underparts of his ribs. "Tighnaharihihihi!"

"I'm sorry, but this part is required," Tighnari told him, but there wasn't a hint of sincerity to his apology, or Aether was sure by the way the forest ranger began maliciously squeezing at his ribs now, producing the most laughter yet.

"OKAY! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!"

Tighnari removed his hands from Aether's rib cage, returning his hand to his chin as if he were contemplating if Aether needed further "testing". "You sure you're not usually this sensitive."

"I-I'm sure," Aether panted with a nod, hunched over as he caught his breath.

"Alright, I believe you," Tighnari told him, much to Aether's relief. "Let's go over other symptoms, one of which is dilated pupils. Lift your head up for me."

Aether looked up at Tighnari with wide eyes, watching as he nodded in response.

"Alright, check," he spoke again. "Do you feel any sort of fatigue?"

"Well, you just tickled me."

Tighnari chuckled amusedly. "I suppose so. Alright, the last one we often see is an increase in gullibility."

"How am I supposed to check for-" Aether stopped himself, giving Tighnari a dumbfounded stare. "Are you serious?"

Tighnari laughed again, this time out of mockery, giving himself a few accomplished claps. "Man, you totally fell for it! You were freaking out so much!"

Aether felt an embarrassed blush begin to spread across his face, feeling the shame at full force. "That was really mean."

"Well, that will teach you next time you decide to snoop through other people's stuff."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Aether huffed in annoyance, placing his hands on his hips. "Is that plant even dangerous?"

"Absolutely not," Tighnari snickered with the usual sass in his voice. "That plant is a gift for someone important. It was difficult for me to obtain it, so I hid it here and placed it in a glass jar to protect it till he arrives. He's actually on his way right now."

Aether sighed, tired with the way he was toyed with. "Well, I guess it's better that it's all fake."

"Oh, well, you're still incredibly ticklish," Tighnari joked, giving Aether a few playful pokes to his ribs. "Now, come on, leave before I do feed you something bad."

Aether snickered as he avoided the pokes, hopping back over the flimsy rope, catching one last glance of the 'KEEP OUT' sign he should've obeyed in the first place.

#aether #tighnari #genshin impact #tickling

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writer-akihiko · 3 years ago

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Hello!

Ikemen sé request

the warlords realizing that Mc is very popular with their soldiers. Sending love letters and stuff.

IkeSen Boys + Popular!MC

This was so cute ahhh although I'm sorry if it's a little short, there's a lot of Ikemen to get through. Thank you and I hope you like this work!

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga thought it was quite odd that there were a lot of presents delivered to you... Which he didn't gift...

After some digging, he found out that you had garnered some popularity after a campaign

He was dumbfounded at the idea that other men could be attracted to you

He didn't quite like that, but being the person he is he did tell you his thoughts

You insisted that you wanted to keep some gifts to distribute to your maids. He agreed, but he just buys better gifts for you anyway

He's not as jealous as you'd expect, since the man is also a bit egotistical when it comes to himself and your feelings for him

"Oh... Nobunaga..." You wanted to laugh at how childish he was but it wouldn't be in the right taste.

You stopped your giggling when Nobunaga muttered, "I could transfer whoever sent those gifts to you away..."

"At least let me keep some!"

He silenced you with a quick kiss. "Whatever you like from the pile, I'll purchase better ones from the merchants."

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

He doesn't want to admit that he's jealous, but he is. He unknowingly calls out the soldier that was about to gift you a present in an oh so convenient timing…

He doesn't take it to such extremes, he still respects the other soldiers. Although, he found it quite tempting from time to time to not bring you along for some campaigns

In this case, he wished that Nobunaga hadn't demanded such things of you. He really does appreciate your skills on the field, but he doesn't like that he can't control how much attention you're getting

He only realises it once someone points it out to him, or when someone sends you a letter. Letters are an absolute no from him

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters for YN?"

"Burn them."

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters from the townswomen?"

"Oh, send them to my office-"

YN smacked Hideyoshi up in the head. "You hypocrite."

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari did notice that you gained a lot of attention, but he knew that it was only from your good merits and character

In no way did he ever thought it was romantic, until Mitsuhide pointed it out

He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, he was happy that a lot of people thought you were a wonderful person

However a small inkling of him wanted to keep it to himself

Seeing the multitude of gifts for you, the guilt hit him hard. What if you wanted gifts all along?

"YN, do you like it when those soldiers give you gifts?" He asked, as you opened another gift that consisted of a bunch of fabrics.

"I do appreciate it," You admitted. "But I don't plan to keep them for long. I share any snacks with the maids and fabrics with the seamstresses. Why?"

He didn't reply, except for the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.

You pecked his cheek, understanding what he meant. "You have no reason to be jealous, my sweet angel."

Mitsuhide Akechi

Not a lot of people can read him, and he uses that to his advantage. He sneaks up on those who had planned to give you gifts, and instead direct their attention to another maid or townswoman

In the end, with this strategy, you don't receive much gifts from soldiers. This doesn't work on his fellow warlords however

With you, he doesn't hide his frown when people like Shingen or Masamune send you gifts

He doesn't care for what reason it was for, the gift shall not be touched by you

"Mitsuhide? Have you seen a package from Masamune? He sent some really pretty Oshu fabrics for me…"

He sipped on his bland concoction of tea. "Why my dear, I wonder where it could be…"

You sighed. "You gave it away didn't you? Now I have to write to Masamune- Ah!"

Before you could continue any thoughts, your charming kitsune sweeped you up in his arms, smiling coyly at you. "Write to him? I'm afraid my jealousy won't allow that YN… I'd certainly be interested in writing my thoughts of you on your body…"

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu surprisingly doesn't notice any traffic of gifts to you. It might be due to the fact that he publicly ban any gifters from his estate…

You still manage to get some from soldiers passing by or Ieyasu's fellow warlords gifting you as a token of appreciation

Only when you bring the gift home is when he realises how popular you are. He doesn't initially care, but similarly to Hideyoshi, he gets rid of any letters

He doesn't burn them, but he moreso stages it so you'd see adorable Wasabi chewing on the papers

"Hey Ieyasu? Oh-" You dropped to your knees, seeing Wasabi with some paper in its mouth once again. "Wasabi, you should know better than to chew on my letters! Ha… Looks like I have to apologise later on."

"Do you even remember the soldier that gave you the letter?" He looked up from his work to ask you.

You pouted. "No… But I'm sure I can ask around!"

He patted you head. "Don't waste your time on that. The maids should be done with dinner now. Let's go and eat."

Masamune Date

He notices your popularity early on, but he's not too bothered about it. In fact, he shows off that you and him are in a relationship

It might be a 'rubbing salt in wound' move but he doesn't care. He has a thrill of seeing some of his jealous subordinates, which he trusts that it is in all good favour

With the way he approached it, most admired you in a non-romantic way, and for those few that actually do, Masamune opts for a duel as a 'wholesome' way to solve the solution

The duels end up with him winning, and the challenger often with some pointers from Masamune during fighting

You wiped off Masamune's sweat from his brow, wondering why he suddenly went up to that random soldier. "Did something happen?"

"Didn't he give you that gift earlier?" He asked, confused. He put up a good fight, although he'd probably have to answer to Hideyoshi since the boy was under his army…

You shook your head. "It wasn't. He has a twin, and the twin is working under Mitsunari…"

Masamune stood up, groaning. "Looks like I have another duel YN. I'll be back by dinner!"

"H-Hoi! Masamune!"

Kenshin Uesugi

Jealousy plus Uesugi Kenshin equals disaster in Kasugayama Castle

Kenshin was shocked when he saw the servants carrying the presents in, specifically addressed to 'Princess YN'

No one could stop him from drawing his sword and rushing to the training grounds, where every poor soldier who passed by was forced to duel him

Yukimura and Sasuke were already battered from the multiple duels they had to face. You pitied the poor souls, so you sent some of your maids to heal up the soldiers that faced his wrath

Holding one of your many bunny children, you walked up to your soon-to-be husband, smiling at him. "Kenshin my dear, we should be on our way to our stroll…"

He tugged off the upper part of his kimono, his torso and upper body dripping with sweat from the fights. "I'll be with you YN, I just need to cool off. I shouldn't dirty you with my sweat."

For as much as you wanted to be proper, you couldn't help but stare at your perfectly sculpted fiance. "T-Take you time my dear."

Sasuke Sarutobi

For the many things he was dense about, this was not one of them. He saw the way some of the Nokizaru looked at you

He of course told them off, but he still had an inkling that some didn't get the memo

Within whatever wisdom he had left, he somehow consulted Kenshin on how to resolve this, which ended up Sasuke battling about half of the Nokizaru

You had no words on why half the men were injured and why your boyfriend was bruised as well. Initially you thought it was from some dispute, but Yukimura so kindly filled you in

You tightened the bandage around Sasuke's arm, giving a disappointed look to the group of ninja. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"We're sorry Princess YN."

"And what do you have to say, Sarutobi Sasuke?" You huffed.

"I won't go to Kenshin for romantic advice."

"Good."

Shingen Takeda

He is not oblivious to your charms, as well as the way other people were attracted to your charms

He'd be lying if he said he weren't jealous. Of course he was, but he didn't plan to do anything malicious to whoever sent you gifts

They were free to waste their money and/or time, it wasn't his business. He'd however, make it clear that you were taken

He's not above doting you in public, and sneaking kisses in the markets or kissing you as the rain goes by. He's very calm about it, since he sees the way you were attracted to him

"S-Shingen! We're going to a war council!" You patted his face away from your own, as the much taller man held you in his embrace.

"Embarrassed Princess?" He teased, giving you his sweetest smile reserved just for you. "But we've done many affectionate things in public…" "People will see!"

He kissed your cheek. "Let them see how in love we are."

Yukimura Sanada

He is another victim of Kenshin's not-so great love advice, hesitating to pick up his spear at anyone who sent you glances. Well… it was Kenshin's advice… and no way he'd risk getting teased by Shingen by asking him!

He then opted for a silent jealous strategy, keeping you by him and covering you with his body everytime he felt someone looking at you

You wondered why he was acting so odd, after all, you just wanted to go on a nice stroll with Yuki and Muramasa

Luckily, to Yuki's benefit, Muramasa is a good wolf who knows to rip apart any letters that come to you or hound after any men that look at you the wrong way

"Is it just me, or is Muramasa a little more energetic than usual?" You asked your boyfriend as you folded your kimono underneath you to sit on the impromptu picnic blanket.

Yuki shook his head, handing you over the basket of food. "He's probably just excited to see us… I think…" He said, as Muramasa runs off into the bushes with what he could see was a paper in his mouth.

Kennyo

Kennyo doesn't really know what to do with this information. He's quite unsure if you wanted the attention or not

He thought the issue didn't need to be brought to your attention, as most of those around you are most likely his subordinates

He could… simply remind them of the holistic teachings that was preached to them

It does a good effect, as most quickly dispelled any sort of romantic attraction

He doesn't mind his subordinates admiring you out of respect, as he thinks you deserve such respect for your deeds

You clapped your hands after hearing your boyfriend's sermons. "You impress me every time my beloved," You said, pecking him on the cheek. "I'm always in awe when you deliver your preachings."

He shied away from you, "My dear, you praise me so…" He couldn’t stop repeating those praises over and over in his head, wanting to pen down the exact words you said. "Thank you YN."

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ginkgomoon · 4 years ago

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Gavin and MC’s High School History- Detailed Timeline

Dedicated to my amazing and kind friend @cheri-cheri- one of the Queens of the MLQC fandom on Tumblr! I literally didn’t know how to use it before but I had learnt how in order to keep up with her posts. Without her work, I literally wouldn’t be on here making my own blog either. Thank you, Cheri!!

This is a timeline following the years of high school that MC and Gavin had together. Compiled of dates, rumours and secrets, calls, texts, and other from multiple servers. The source will be shown allocated to its corresponding sentence. I created this because I was really moved when I rewatched Gavin’s Old Days Date and suddenly thought of the many things other players could have missed out on regarding their high school years. If there is anything you need clarification on, or if you would like to add anything in, feel free to send a post/ask or just comment and I’ll try to incorporate and adjust accordingly!

Based off of true correspondence of the Chinese education system in Shanghai, where the schools there are very strict, with specific responsibilities and events students must have and attend to. In addition, this is different from Western school systems where years 7-9 are in a seperate schools from years 10-12 before university. Dates and seasons mentioned will also be noted as accurately as possible to suit the Loveland storyline in which different events occurred. I felt like a detective trying to piece a fractured storyline together to solve a mystery, honestly...

Prepare your tissues, your milk tea and your soul because even I almost didn’t make it to publish this...

Timeline

2008

Gavin enters high school.

2009

MC and Minor enter high school. MC does her hair in a nice ponytail, one of the only hairstyles she ever had in school.

Gavin is a grade above her. He is in his last year of high school. [Spring Festival Date]

Late Autumn of October 2010

“I noticed who you were before you ever noticed me.”

On a rainy first day of school, Gavin helps Mr Keller move the tables and chairs in the classroom.

Without taking an umbrella, Gavin leaves.

At the same time, MC saves a cat in the rain with her handkerchief, attempting to shield it from the incoming rain under a roof. She gives it snacks from her bag while sheltering it from the rain.

Gavin thinks she was nerdy-looking, but couldn't take his eyes off her and watches her from a distance for a long time. He feels out of place standing.

She looks back at him in astonishment, not knowing how long he stood for.

She smiles at Gavin.

Gavin notes that MC’s smile just like her eyes, were pure and comforting as they start filling his vision.

The rain starts to get heavier and MC shivers.

Something stirred in Gavin’s heart as he notices this, and kicks a can in frustration then shelters her with his jacket.

He runs away as MC shouts, “thank you!”

She didn’t know it was Gavin who gave her his jacket at the time.

MC goes back and is then told by her fellow classmates that the boy she encountered was the “tyrant school bully”, and “the Underworld Senior Gavin”, and that she should stay away from him. [Tilted Time- Rumours and Secrets]

MC finds piano dull to play the same songs over and over again.

MC in her spare time practices and sings to Liszt’s Liebestraum No. 3 (Love Dream) for a talent show.

At the rooftop, Gavin is wounded by a gangster’s knife. A gradually intensifying melody is heard.

Gavin kicks the gangster boss but then is pursued again. Outnumbered, wounded and losing consciousness due to major blood loss, the gangster boss kicks Gavin off the roof.

Gavin reaches out, to something- anything.

A heavy, surging melody sounded, transcending through time and allows Gavin to reflect on his past- to his father, to his late mother, and invokes deep reflection and epiphanies.

Heavy notes seep into Gavin’s ears as he almost hits rock bottom. He feels his limbs emerging with the wind and awakens his wind evol.

Gavin is now reborn.

The music continued to play. Gavin ends up humming with a bird.

He then hears MC’s singing.

MC stops, mesmerised by the ginkgo leaves flying through the wind. The ginkgo leaves falling was her favourite time of the year in high school. This vivid sight is still engraved in her memory after many years.

Gavin vows to protect her for the rest of his life. [Campus Date]

Gavin saved Minor from bullies.

Minor also happens to be MC’s outgoing, talkative desk mate who sometimes helped old ladies cross the street. How he managed to hang around Gavin and not get beaten up, nobody knew (except us). He would often copy MC’s homework but never dragged her down with him if he got caught. This was MC’s biggest impression of him.

During science class, MC cooked noodles for Minor on the Bunsen burner when he was hungry. The recipe was Shrimp flavoured instant noodles, mix two eggs in well, then add a dab of sea salt and black pepper. [S1 Chapter 7-1]

Gavin is always at the school gates at 7:30am. Carrying his flat school bag, he orders fish balls at the snack kiosk on the north side of the school. It was the third day in a row that Minor notices this. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Gavin would occasionally travel around on his bicycle. (Pre-debut Sparky??) He says he was good at riding it. [Lost Love Date]

It was hard to find Gavin as he’s rarely at school, so she didn’t see him until 3 days later when MC went to the library at sunset.

She tries to retrieve “Byron’s Poetry Collection” from the top of a 2-metre shelf, and since Gavin was a head taller, he was able to help her get it.

He musters up the introduction that he recited many times- but MC quickly thanks him and leaves before he could speak.

Minor notices Gavin watching after MC and that he was SMIL-ING.

He helps him locate MC and reports that every day after school she would go to the library for afternoon revision, always sitting in the same seat.

Gavin sat at a corner not far, quietly flipping through textbooks he hated. People who were reading in the library would be driven away because they were scared of him LOL

MC would then leave at 5pm sharp to go back home.

Gavin commits to walking back 10 metres behind her with Minor every day on forward. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]

Gavin saves Minor from bullies again. Minor dedicates himself to be his “bro”.

He finds out that MC is an honours student, but doesn’t know that she’s the school orchestra leader. [Mystery Wings Event] and [Mark Date] However, he does know that she’s renowned as the “campus belle/ school flower”.

Minor idly mentions that more people were giving MC love letters.

Gavin tells Minor to collect all the people who were planning to confess their love to MC. Minor doesn’t want to be wingman anymore HAHA

Gavin stared those boys down as they trembled with fear. He tells them to take them back and if they scare her, he’ll make them regret it.

Minor realises Gavin’s feelings for MC. [Minor’s Memory Book]

MC eats from a small stall outside the school gate selling red bean puffs. ($3 for one, $5 for two. What a deal!)

She also encounters the stall that sells sugar figurines [Gift of Life- Sugar Figurine Call]

MC ate chocolate sticks often at school. It's also a memory of student life for Gavin, as well. [CN 2021 March Sign-In Taste of Happiness]

Students would scramble for the small swing set in the school garden. MC never went at lunch breaks, but she watches the sunset on it after school. Gavin is sometimes nearby. MC never noticed him, but she does however notice the ginkgo leaves dancing in the wind. [Mini House Small Happening- Leisure Time]

Gavin isn’t his usual self anymore. He sees MC out in the library everyday and starts reading “5 Years of College Examinations and 3 Years of Sample Questions” (book for colleague entrance examinations).

MC watches a basketball match at school. She calls someone from an away team “dashing” because they won with a dunk. This has been engraved in Gavin’s memory ever since. [Dreamers Date]

Gavin found out that he was very fond of basketball success stories, rushing into the court to try hundreds of shots after. He writes “I will beat you” beside Sakuragi Hanamichi from a Slam Dunk poster alongside “not a step back”.

(Slam Dunk starts out with a boy wanting to play basketball to impress his crush.)

Gavin then injures his head badly :(

He realises that basketball couldn’t help him to protect anything he wanted. He determines that he will do whatever it takes (to “beat” himself”). [Mystery Wings Event]

Gavin leans against a tree as he watches MC hurry down the corridor as she clutches a textbook. [Boundary Rumours and Secrets]

MC would eat pocky. Gavin would eat them too. [2021 March Sign-In Moments]

MC faints during a sports meet because she didn’t eat breakfast.

Gavin hurries to carry her to the infirmary. [CN Delightful Search Date]

He leaves bread and milk before she wakes up.

MC is on duty during PE class, which happens to be on basketball.

Minor was careless about his aim and the ball almost hit her in the head. Gavin slams the ball away. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Gavin glares at Minor as MC thanks him.

Minor also “accidentally” pushes MC towards him.

Gavin glares again.

Gavin later is continuously shooting hoops.

MC returns late at night to clean up the gym but all had been returned neatly in the basket. MC wanted to thank him but couldn’t. [CN Basketball Court Date]

There was a school sports competition that they attended. Gavin participated in the 10 lap race and came first by an impressive large measure. [Minor’s Memory Book]

MC participates in the sprint race, too. Gavin is worried about her performance, and if she would faint again.

Gavin requests Minor to take a photo of her on his phone (which probably ended up as the photo that he carried with him in his early days at special training where the other men teased him about hiding a photo of a girl.)

Approaching the End of October

Gavin, Minor and MC are walking home.

The weather is cold, and Gavin notices MC shivering in the distance. Gavin, conflicted by this, tells Minor to buy MC a hot drink without telling her that it was from him. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]

MC would occasionally spot a hot drink or a carton of strawberry milk in the piano room. [Chapter 31-12]

Gavin one day is conflicted by their early exchange, recalling how MC looks startled at the entrance of the library after seeing each other. His spirit depletes, kicking himself (metaphorically) in the corner of the classroom at how he might have scared her.

Minor rushes in with a pink bandaid from MC for the wound at his mouth.

He carefully took that bandaid, treating it as if it was his world’s most precious treasure.

This pink bandaid was always taped on his heart and whenever he stepped into the swamp-like darkness of the night, it gave off a faint warmth. [Mystery Wings Event]

MC starts to notice Gavin everywhere. At the corners of windows, she would see his figure. At the library, he would help her retrieve books from higher places. She would also see books laid out on his table, but most of the time he would be sleeping. Beneath his overlapping arms, he sees “Byron’s Poetry Collection”. Gavin doesn’t understand the poems, though.

Lord Byron's "Don Juan" - Canto the Ninth, XVI

"To be, or not to be?" — Ere I decide I should be glad to know that which is being? 'Tis true — we speculate both far and wide, And deem, because we see, we are all-seeing; For my part, I'll enlist on neither side Until I see both sides for once agreeing; For me, I sometimes think that Life is Death,

At the music rehearsal room on the fifth floor, she would see a corner of his shirt in the wind.

MC thinks Gavin is friendly and slowly lets down her guard.

At the canteen, he would offer her the last bottle of water.

She begins smiling at him when they see each other, with the small arcs forming on her lips, soon becoming smiles that made her eyes squint.

MC would walk along the Senior hallways and subconsciously stop at a certain classroom- catching the sight of Gavin sleeping. On one particular day, she sees him standing by the window, staring at the sky.

Minor asks Gavin if he could form a band with him. Gavin rejects him. He then asks Gavin if he wanted to join the school’s singing competition. Gavin rejects him again, saying that he didn’t perform for unimportant people or have others tell him how well he could play.

MC plays “Falling Slowly” on the piano. Gavin hearing this, learns to play the guitar. He doesn’t know the name of the song but familiarises himself with the melody. [CN Music and the Past Call]

Whenever school let students out early, she would go to Lynn’s Kitchen. MC gets her noodles with clear broth, chopped scallions and a half-boiled egg. Gavin usually gets his spicy noodles with garlic, cilantro, thinly sliced beef.

Gavin remembers her favourite order.

MC leaves a post-it note at Lynn’s Kitchen, “I might never see you again and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you”, about a friend who transferred schools.

Gavin knows she hates people who leave without saying goodbye the most.

Gavin, also in the vicinity near Lynn’s Kitchen, writes a post note. “Until I met you.” [Mystery Box Game]

He saves Mr Noah’s son from an accident, immediately takes him to the hospital and pays for the medical fees. [Anime]

Gavin dismisses rumours of high school romance.

“If you confessed on the 7th step of the stairway in the corner of the 3rd floor then it’ll succeed, or if you carved your name and another person’s name on the 6th tree in the courtyard at the back then your misunderstandings will be resolved, or if a guy gave the girl he liked the second button of his uniform on graduation day then the two of them will end up happy together.”

At lunch, he hears MC talking about the second button, and upon seeing her yearning face, he raises his head in thought, suddenly couldn’t wait for graduation. He tears off his second button. [Mystery Wings Event]

Gavin is just in love at this point.

Gavin sees one of the top students stealing money from a shop outside of school. The shopkeeper doesn’t believe him.

He stops the student on his way home to hand him back the money.

MC sees him at the alley then leaves.

Gavin spent all the money on a walkman he wanted for a very long time.

Mr Keller was the only one who believed in him. He said to him, “Since you can’t change what others think of you, you might as well just listen to your heart.” This had a great impact on Gavin. [Campus Date]

Winter

In the snowfall, the school allowed additional ten minutes of break time. The class next to MC’s stuffed Minor’s shirt with snowballs.

Gavin thought of helping him with a counterattack but MC had already returned a snowball to the male student who pulled the prank.

Gavin looks at MC the whole time. [CN Recovery ASMR]

MC overheads girls in her class say that Gavin had bullied students for lunch money that morning.

MC rides her bike back home after studying at the library for her finals.

MC sees Gavin being handed an envelope full of money at Lynn’s Kitchen in an alleyway.

She mistook it for him taking protection money.

Summer of June 2011

On a humid afternoon, MC looks outside the window of the classroom in boredom. A boy in a loose-fitting school uniform ran by. She couldn’t make out his face. [S1 Chapter 7-23]

MC begins to distance herself from Gavin. She rushes out of class and goes straight home instead.

Gavin is sad. He broods by the piano room, goes to the library to brood, then stares at the place MC sits to brood some more.

Minor wonders how he’s able to stare all afternoon at an empty space in the library but sleeps all day during class hours. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Before graduation, Gavin’s father expresses his thoughts for Gavin to join the organisation for special training. Gavin refuses, but his father uses MC to influence him to agree.

Gavin remembers the panic and timidity in MC’s eyes when she first met him. He recalls that moment was probably the hardest to bear in his life.

Gavin in his short period of freedom writes a letter to MC. He ponders about what to say, thinking about their first encounter, and how she started to distance herself from him. But all he writes is-

“Saturday 9am, I will be at the school library waiting for you.

-Gavin.”

MC attends the flag-raising ceremony and rehearses her speech. She then leaves to study for her exams.

Meanwhile, Gavin finishes a fight with other boys from school in an alley after they talk inappropriately about MC. [Old Days Date]

Gavin, bloodied and bruised, asks Minor to make another copy of his letter.

This is the only thing that Gavin had asked Minor to do so of course, he agreed. [Chapter 7-11]

Minor thinks the letter is a symbol of passion and fierce love due to the bloodstains and decides to keep the original.

He writes “GAVIN” and places it on MC’s desk for her to see the next day.

(In the Campus Date, the older MC is the one who finds him instead of Minor and treats him to his injuries. She ends up seeing the contents of the letter to find him later on.)

MC mistakes the letter as a threat and throws it away.

That Weekend

Gavin sits for 14 hours in the library waiting for MC, scanning the library every now and then.

With a fingertip, he rubs “Byron’s Poetry Collection” and carefully sandwiches a dried and yellowed ginkgo leaf into the book. He suddenly felt a measure of self-deprecation.

He stands up, and leaves, his heart filled with regret that he didn’t give it to her personally. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]

After Summer Break- July

Minor never saw Gavin, and neither did MC.

“We met often, but never passed by each other. I remember every moment I saw you in school. Time, location, weather, your expression, your clothes...

-I remember them all.”

#gavin #bai qi #mlqc gavin #mlqc analysis #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #mlqc en #love and producer #mr love queens choice #恋与制作人 #mlqc timeline #mlqc storyline #posting early because of exams #im so sad

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nomazee · 4 years ago

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Homegrown

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

word count: 1700+

content: friends-to-lovers, fluff (particularly birthday fluff because it was his birthday a few days ago and i wanna celebrate that somehow!!!), gardener ushijima, pining

(this is basically a late b-day gift for best boy ushijima!! this is something i just wrote really quickly but regardless, i hope you all like it!!

happy reading <3)

☾.:°∗★.:☆:.★∗°:.☽

On your birthday, Ushijima gives you a basil plant.

You blink down at the plastic pot in your hands, fingers feeling the cool slickness of the roots hanging out from the bottom. Ushijima waits expectantly in the doorway of your home, eyes scrutinizing every flinch of your expression to try and judge your reaction.

“It’s basil.” He repeats the words he stated moments ago, being the only words he’s given you to work with in the six-- no, seven minutes he’s been outside your house.

“I can see that.” You respond, staring down at the small, shiny leaves peering up at you from where they were cozily nestled between soft, lightly damp soil. “It smells nice.”

“Yes,” he agrees, “I like the smell of basil.” No more words are exchanged between the two of you, and you’re instead left staring down at the plant with Ushijima’s watchful eyes continuing to analyze you.

“It’s your birthday gift,” he tells you, with a cock of his head and a slight furrow in his brow. “Did you forget about your birthday?”

“Uh, no. I… I didn’t!” Yes, you did. You absolutely did. The delivery of a gift in the middle of a Saturday made a bit more sense. The gift itself, however, did not. But you supposed Ushijima was a bit inexperienced in the art of giving friends gifts so you didn’t really mind it too much in the moment.

Ushijima lets out a huff--almost inaudible, but you caught it just in time to view the sight of him averting his eyes with a tint of red at his ears. “Yes, you did. I thought you would remember. Last week you mentioned that you wanted to spend time together.”

Oh. You did. You stand, mouth parted slightly in the sudden realization of your past promise. You’re dressed in baggy pajamas--plaid pants that reach past the soles of your feet and an XX-L t-shirt that you’re sure belongs to either your dad or Ushijima.

“I’ll get dressed,” you blush at your chaotic state of dress and back away from the door to let Ushijima inside, “and then we can head out.” You pause, and then, “I’m really sorry for forgetting, Ushi. I was just tired from this week and it slipped my mind. You can pick wherever we go, to make up for it.”

Despite your words, the furrow in Ushijima’s brows doesn’t dissipate. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t upset me. I was just worried that you were going to spend your birthday alone.”

Oh. You freeze, then smile. Always the considerate friend, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. You approach where he sits on the couch, run a hand through his hair, and press a kiss to his forehead that sends a blush down his neck that you don’t quite catch. “You’re so cute, Ushi. I’ll be down in five minutes.”

---

Three days later, Ushijima gives you a basket of tomatoes.

You think it’s a bit funny. First basil, now tomatoes. His unorthodox gifts bring a smile to your face, and you find him mirroring a similar expression in the cold of the night outside your house.

“These look great,” you tell him, digging around in the crate and examining each plump tomato individually. The skin was shiny and taut, a healthy bright red reflecting the light in a glossy highlight. “You’re really great with plants, Ushi.”

He hums in acknowledgement of your compliment, eyes drifting to the concrete of your front door steps.

You snap out of your distant haze, looking back up to the boy in your doorway. You set the crate down on the coffee table of your living room, calling out to Ushijima as you move frantically around the room.

“You should get going, Ushijima. You’re drenched in sweat and it’s cold and I don’t want you to get sick. Here,” you extend a hand to him, one of his sweaters in its grasp--Ushi had given it to you the day of your birthday when you were both walking home in the cold.

He blinks down at the article of clothing and you wait curiously. “Keep it.” Your brows furrow, and he elaborates. “I’ll be fine. I don’t get sick easily. And I want you to keep that in case you ever get cold.”

Oh, Ushijima. You joke to yourself that you’ll fall for him at this rate, then silence your mind at the realization that that’s the reality you’re living in at this point.

You wrap a hand around the nape of his neck and pull him down, lips firmly pressing against the middle of his forehead. You notice the flush of pink on his skin this time, and find the color pretty on his flesh.

“Thank you, Ushi. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gives you a smile, one of his subtle ones that are just a slight upturn of the corners of his lips.

---

Over the next few weeks, you accumulate a healthy gathering of fresh fruits and vegetables in your fridge. Your parents are overwhelmed at the fresh produce and start half-jokingly questioning if you have a sugar daddy who only pays in homegrown plants. You say no, obviously, but the fiddling of your fingers make them exchange a knowing look and teasing smile.

Ushijima brought you a lot of things--parsley, lemons, beets that you’re not sure what to do with. Your most recent favorite was a bunch of zucchini that you ended up spiralizing and serving with sauce (which is, of course, made from the tomatoes he consistently keeps giving you). You were proud enough of that dish to send a picture to him, to which he responded with a simple :). You found it funny how a simple emoticon was enough to make you swoon.

Sitting at the kitchen counter, you eyed the tupperware container that held Ushijima’s most recent gift--a generous amount of plump, ripe strawberries. They were certainly smaller than the ones you’d normally buy at the grocery store, but he brought such a large amount it made you worry and ask if he was giving you his entire garden’s worth of plants every time he gave you something.

(“I don’t want your mom getting mad if you’re wasting everything in your garden on me.” You chastised him as you looked into the basket of the day, which contained a few tomatoes, a healthy pile of mint, and a small watermelon that you were sure took months to grow and therefore should not be gifted to you so casually.

Ushijima’s lips were downturned when you looked up at him. He shuffled one of his feet along the ground as he avoided your chastising gaze.

“It’s not wasting,” he muttered. “I want to give these to you. If you don't want them anymore, then just tell me.”

You couldn’t help the melting of your expression into one of adoration and softness. You reached a hand up habitually, running your fingers through his hair and averting his gaze back to you.

“I do, Ushi. I just want to make sure I’m not stealing everything in your garden, you know?”

He smiles. You hear distant harps playing in the background. “I know. But I have plenty leftover. And even if I didn’t, I’m giving them to you. So I’m happy either way.”

There he goes again, crawling right into your heart so casually. Ah, you loved this boy.)

The strawberries. Right. Ushijima’s birthday was coming up. You had too many boxes of puff pastry in your freezer. Time to get to work.

---

At Ushijima’s request, you visit his house the day of his birthday. It’s a Sunday, and you make the walk to his house with a cute cardboard box in hand, pink ribbon securing it tightly and strawberry danishes packed inside.

He opens the door for you, leads you inside, and you both end up on his bed, the box of pastries open and in front of you as you take turns ripping apart each danish to share between the both of you.

Ushijima hums as he chews, teeth biting into and pulling apart the layers of puff pastry and tongue catching the jam that threatens to spill over the edge of the dough. You watch the movement of his lips and tongue intently, with a vehemence that you should not be watching the movement of his lips and tongue with. He catches your stare but for some reason you can’t be bothered to look away in embarrassment.

“It’s good,” he comments. “Very good.”

You hum back, adjusting your position against the headboard of his bed. “I’d hope so. I didn’t work on these all morning for nothing.”

For some reason, that particularly catches Ushijima’s attention. He furrows his brow at you, an expression you see a lot lately. “You worked on these all morning?”

You’re confused by the question. “...yeah? I wanted to make sure they were good. So I took my time with it.”

He exhales deeply through his nose, finishing another bite and swallowing before he elaborates.

“You didn’t have to do so much, just for my birthday. Just coming over would be enough for me.”

Once again, your stomach is sent into a flurry of emotions but you ignore that momentarily to scoff at his first sentence.

“Ushi, you gave me a whole basil plant for my birthday-- and you keep giving me all your herbs and vegetables and stuff. I barely did anything for your birthday compared to your birthday, don’t give me that.”

A frown is evident in your features and you can’t help but replicate the expression. You don’t understand why he’s so insistent on this concept--you genuinely didn’t do much compared to all the random plants he’s gifted you over the last month.

“I don’t think you’re… understanding.” You almost huff at that, but are cut off by his next words. “You being here is enough for me. Enough of a gift.”

You pause. There’s something hidden in his words and you have a feeling you know what he means but you’re too nervous to do so yourself. Thankfully, he turns to you, eyes boring into yours despite the softness that comes with them.

There’s a smear of strawberry jam on his lip that you didn’t catch before. “Can I kiss you?” The words should’ve sent you in a flustered frenzy but you sit calmly and nod with a soft, “yes, please.”

He leans in. Your lips meet his. He tastes like the strawberries from his garden.

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yootaesowlwrites · 4 years ago

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Requested By: No one, but I’m dedicating it to @taeandpuppies

A/N: This is just a thing I wanted to write for Tae’s birthday.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, explicit language, descriptive scenes, hand kink, slight sensual touching, fingering, clit stimulation, female receiving oral, slight teasing, multiple orgasms, nudism, Tae sucks on his fingers to taste reader, barely a handjob, unprotected sex (always use protection), reader running her fingers through his hair, reader holding onto his hair as they cum, cockwarming, aftercare.

Word Count: 5 939

Five years, but it could be longer, that was how long Tae and (Y/n) had been dating, and they had they been living together for almost three years now, and during all those years it had been a joy, nothing but happiness in their home, yes, there were moments that were unpleasant, but they always made up, the pleasant moments were more than the unpleasant ones, the place was always filled with laughter and joy, never a dull moment, especially on the days when Tae was given the day off, they would spend those days with each other, cuddling, talking about what bothered them, watch a movie, or become more intimate, and those days were rare.

Today was one of those rare days, Tae had gone to the studio, attending meetings and signing papers after papers before they were granted the afternoon off, and he was always grateful for it, not that he didn’t love his job, he did, but he loved spending time with (Y/n) a little more, and today he was able to spend more time with her, thanks to the afternoon they were given off, he closes the main door, making sure to lock it before removing his shoes.

“I’m home,” Tae calls out as he slips his jacket off, he hears footsteps approaching him and hangs his jacket on the coat hanger near the door, he turns to face the person approaching him.

“This early?” (Y/n) asks. “Not that I mind.” She gently smiles at him.

“We were granted the afternoon off,” Tae says, she wraps her arms around him, pressing herself against him, his arms move around her and pulls her closer into the embrace, his hands moving her lower back, her scent surrounds him, filling his lungs as he nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck.

“Hm, remind me to send a thank-you card to whoever was that generous.” (Y/n) softly says, he lifts his head from the crook of her neck and looks into her warm eyes, a soft smile on his lips, he never felt more at home when he was with her, leaning in, her eyes falls hut along with his, his lips brush against her soft ones, tasting the strawberry frosting she had tasted just women ago after spreading it over the cake, his soft warm lips moving with hers before they slowly pull back from the kiss, he leans his forehead against hers, eyes slowly opening to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“You make me feel at home,” Tae says. “Home was just a place and then you entered my life.”

“Hey, now you’re just becoming cheesy.” (Y/n) says as she steps back, breaking the loving embrace. “Not that I mind.” She could feel her cheeks heating up before turning away. “I made some cake, I didn’t know you’d be home this early, otherwise I would have made it earlier in the day.”

“No, I tasted the frosting on your lips, so I assumed you baked a cake,” Tae says as he follows her into the kitchen, he sees the strawberry flavoured cake, before his eyes fell to the dishes in the sink, soaking in warm water, how many bowls did she use? He wondered to himself.

“Uh, I’ll do those in a moment.” (Y/n) says, she turns around to look at him as she picks up the dirty spoon she had used to mix the frosting. “But first, can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?”

“No, no, maybe a cup of tea later, but not right now,” Tae says, she nods her head as she placed the spoon with the dirty dishes. “I can do the dishes.” She shakes her head as she turns her back to the dishes to look at him.

“No, no, I made the mess, I’ll clean it.” (Y/n) says, Tae walks closer to her.

‘But if we work together, It’ll be finished faster.” Tae says.

“And it isn’t fair that you do the dishes when you didn’t dirty them.” (Y/n) states.

“But I don’t mind helping,” Tae says. “The quicker we finish the dishes, the faster we can spend time together, watch a movie in the bedroom, cuddle under the covers.” He stops in front of her, looking into her eyes.

“You’re very convincing.” (Y/n) says. “And cuddling does sound nice.” He leans closer, his musk surrounds her, the warmth from his body reaches her.

“I’ll wash and you can dry off,” Tae says, his lips inches away from hers.

“Deal.” (Y/n) softly says, he pecks her lips before she moved out of the way, allowing him access to the kitchen sink, she picks up a drying towel while he reaches for some gloves, her eyes fall to his hands as he pulls the rubber gloves on, he reaches for the soap and the sponge, she blinks and lifts her gaze from his hands to his face. “So uh, how was it this morning?” She wanted to distract herself for a moment before her mind would begin to wonder, wonder about what his hands could be doing instead of the dishes.

“It was busy, we were ushered from one room to another,” Tae says, he looks at her and sweetly smiles at her. “We had to decide on some dates, sign some papers, and then we were granted the afternoon off.”

“Aren’t you tired then?” (Y/n) asks. “Or isn’t your hand cramped up? And now you’re doing the dishes as well.” He rinses one of the bowls he just washed and hands it to her.

“My hands are never tired when it comes to helping around,” Tae says. “Or to you.” She takes the bowel from his grasp and begins drying it. “How was your morning?”

“The same as any other morning.” (Y/n) says as she dries the bowl. “I managed to get a few things finished, and then decided to bake a cake.” She moves around the kitchen and puts the bowl away before walking back to the sink and picking up another bowl from the drying rack. “I just didn’t realize how much of a mess I made when I baked.” Tae soft chuckles and looks around the kitchen.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” Tae says, she walks around the kitchen and puts the bowl away.

“Oh, you should have seen it before you arrived home.” (Y/n) says and walks back to the sink, she picks up the spoon he had just placed in the drying rack. “Flour everywhere.” He shakes his head as he washes the final few items. “But I managed to wipe it clean just before you got here.” She dries the spoon and moves to the drawer she had got it from.

“I wish I was here to help,” Tae says, she licks her lips before softly smiling at him.

“To what?” (Y/n) asks. “Toss flour onto me? Make more of a mess?”

“No, of course not,” Tae says and coyly smiles at her.

“That smile tells another story, Tae.” (Y/n) says, he removes the rubber gloves from his hands and placed them near the sink to dry, he picks another drying towel and picks up one of the utensils he had washed.

“Are you saying I’m lying?” Tae asks.

“Of course not.” (Y/n) says. “I’m just saying that if you were here to help with the cake, the kitchen would be messier.” Tae dries the utensil and moves towards the drawer.

“That’s just a nicer way to say that you think I’m lying,” Tae says. “But it’s okay, I forgive you.” He puts the utensil away and picks up another item, (Y/n)’s eyes move down to watch his hands, her mind wandering for a moment, Tae puts the item away and hangs the drying towel on the hook he had retrieved it from, he turns to look at her and takes a step closer. “Hey, are you okay?” She blinks as she snaps out her daydream, she looks up at him and slowly nods her head.

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/n) says. “Why are you asking?” He carefully takes the spoon she had been drying.

“Well, you’ve been drying this for almost five minutes now,” Tae says.

“Oh.” (Y/n) breathes out. “Oh, I uh, I was just thinking about something.” She nags the drying towel.

“Oh, want to share what it was?” Tae asks as he puts the spoon away.

“It wasn’t anything important.” (Y/n) says. “Uh, so you mentioned you wanted to cuddle and watch a movie.” She quickly changes the subject, although he would most likely ask her again later. “What do you say we go to our room and get nice and comfortable in bed to watch it?” Tae nods his head, pushing his question aside, for the time being.

“I like that idea,” Tae says. “It sounds more comfortable than the couch today.” He moves closer to the cake.

“Ah, ah, no, that’s for tonight.” (Y/n) says.

“Not even a tiny bite before we go to the bedroom?” Tae asks.

“Not even a tiny taste.” (Y/n) says, a pout form on his lips.

“Okay,” Tae says. “But I want an extra big slide.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” (Y/n) says and begins exiting the kitchen, he lifts his hand and grazes his finger over the frosting. “Tae!” He pulls his finger away and shoves it into his mouth, she smiles while shaking her head. “Come on.” He quickly leaves the kitchen, following her to the bedroom, the large bed had been decorated with a bunch of plush pillows and a thick cover to keep them warm for the upcoming cold nights, she removes her pants while Tae climbs under the covers, covering his legs with it, she quickly climbs in next to him after tossing her pants in the laundry basket, Tae sat up against the plush pillows pressed against the headboard, (Y/n) rests her head on his shoulder as he picks up the remote controller.

“Is there anything specific you want to watch?” Tae asks.

“No, I don’t mind what you pick for us.” (Y/n) says, he switches the television on and begins searching through a list of films, her eyes fall on his hand holding the remote controller, his hands had to have been sculpted or a gift from the Greek gods themselves, he takes hold of her hand with his free hand and brings her hand to his lips, her eyes follow the movement, he softly presses a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

“I hope you don’t mind this film,” Tae says, her eyes move to the screen, barely paying attention to the title of the film.

“No, no, I don’t mind.” (Y/n) says, he placed the remote controller down and lowered their hands onto the bed, laying it down above the covers near his thigh, their fingers interlace as the movie intro begins playing, she slowly rubs small circles on the back of his hand using her thumb and before she knew it, her other hand had unconsciously moved towards their clasped hands and had started playing with his fingers, admiring them as she did.

“What are you doing?” Tae asks, his voice soft as he spoke, making her freeze when she heard his voice, she slowly looks up at him.

“Nothing, nothing.” (Y/n) says before looking back down at his hand.

“It’s not nothing, come on, you can tell me,” Tae says. “I don’t want you to be ashamed of anything around me.” She licks her lips as she thinks about it. “You know that I won’t judge you.” She looks up at him, finding his dark brown eyes.

“It’s your hands.” (Y/n) quietly says.

“What about my hands?” Tae asks.

“They look so… good.” (Y/n) says. “Beautiful, almost as if they had been sculpted.” He gently nods his head as he listens. “And sometimes when you’re doing something with them… fuck.” She lightly pressed her thighs together, Tae quickly picked it up and started piecing everything together.

“Then maybe I should use them on you,” Tae says, his tone husky as he spoke. “Show you what they are capable of doing.” He releases her hand and pushes it underneath the covers, his hand presses against her exposed thigh. “Fuck, do you know how glad I am that you decided to remove your pants before getting in?” He could feel her warm skin underneath his touch, his fingers lightly tap her upper thigh, she lifts her head away from his shoulder and leans back against the pillows, he turns his head to watch her reaction, the movie quickly being forgotten, he slowly slides his hand up and down her thigh, stopping to softly knead the skin before sliding his hand up and down again, his fingers dipping between her inner thighs, stopping to knead the skin, her eyes slowly fall close as she felt his hand working on her skin, his fingers gently pressing into the skin, his hand slides away from her inner thigh. “How many times have you been thinking about my hands today?” She opens her eyes while turning her head to look at him, he stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust.

“I… I don’t know.” (Y/n) softly says. “I.. I’m not s…sure.” She stutters out, he licks his lips as his hands slide closer to her heat.

“This morning?” Tae asks. “Before I left?” She nods her head, his fingers were so close to her heat, so close to feeling how wet she had got from just thinking about what his hands could do to her. “When I came back?” She once again nods her head. “When?” She takes in a deep breath, her eyes fighting to fall close.

“When we hugged.” (Y/n) says. “Your hands moved to my…” She lets out a delighted sigh as she feels his hand kneading her thigh. “Lower back.”

“Any other times?” Tae asks.

“Dishes.” (Y/n) answers, he nods his head. “When you were washing them.” His hand slides away from her clothed soaking pussy, a whine escaping her lips. “And when you were drying!”

“And?” Tae asks, her eyes fall shut. “No, no, look at me when I’m asking you questions.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and opens her eyes to look at him. “And when else?” His hand slowly moves back between her thighs.

“Now, just now.” (Y/n) says. “When you were choosing a movie.”

“Spread your legs for me, angel,” Tae says in a deep voice, almost instinctively her legs widen, giving him more access. “Tell me…” His hand inches closer to her heat. “Did you imagine my hands, my fingers finger touching you…” Two of his fingers brush against her panties, feeling a wet patch forming on them. “Like this?” She turns her head away from him. “No, no.” He reaches over with his other hand, gently placing two fingers against her jawline and turns her head back to look at him. “Keep looking at me.”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) whimpers, his fingers stroking over her panties, feeling the warmth seeping through.

“Now answer me, angel,” Tae says, his lust covered eyes staring into her eyes.

“… Yes.” (Y/n) breathes out. “Yes.” He could feel his cock twitch as blood rush down to his length, his fingers move to the side of her panties and pulls them to the side, he would get rid of it right now, but he wanted to tease her a little more, he slips a finger between her folds, his finger becoming coated with her wetness.

“Oh, so wet, all for me?” Tae asks. “All for my hands?” He releases her jaw.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) softly moans, feeling his finger stroke up and down her folds, he could feel her trying to squeeze her legs shut, a smirk begins to tug at his lips.

“Oh, you’re being a naughty angel,” Tae says, he slips a second finger between her folds, continuing to stroke her folds, his fingers come together above her clit, causing her to suck in a deep breath. “Oh… you definitely must have imagined my fingers touching you here.” His fingers slide over her clit, her lips part at the pleasurable sensation running through her. “Keep looking at me, angel, don’t look away.” His fingers stroked over her clit, back and forth, from one side to the other side, her breathing deepened. “Bet I could make you cum by just playing with your clit.” She could feel a twist in her stomach, his words having a deep effect on her. “Should we try?”

“Oh.” (Y/n) gasps out.

“Is that a yes?” Tae asks, her eyes wanted to shut, she wanted to tilt her head back and lay it against the headboard. “I’m waiting, angel.”

“Y.. yes.” (Y/n) gasps out, his fingers circling her clit, she could feel a tension building, her body became warmer, and she could feel the covers over her legs causing sweat to form on her legs.

“I want to hear you,” Tae says. “Scream my name, moan my name as loudly as you can when you come for me.” His fingers split and move around her clit in a scissoring movement, she takes in a deep breath.

“Please, please.” (Y/n) begs.

“Please, what?” Tae asks.

“Please let me close my eyes.” (Y/n) whispers. “I can’t… I don’t…”

“Only when you come for me, my angel,” Tae says. “The second you reach your high, you can shut those beautiful eyes.”

“TAE!” (Y/n) screams as he took her clit between his fingers, the pleasure running through her veins was indescribable. “Fu— Tae, Tae.” He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers.

“That’s it, say my name,” Tae says, her orgasm was building and building fast as he rolled her clit between his fingers.

“Tae.. Oh, oh, Tae!” (Y/n) chants, her toes curl as heat spreads over her body, her mind clouded with bliss, her hand reaches up for one of the pillows, gripping it while her other hand near his thigh grips the covers between her fingers. “Tae.. I… close.”

“Come for me, (Y/n),” Tae says, her eyes fall close, it appeared like fireworks going off behind her eyelids as pleasure washes over her, the tension that had been building explodes, her legs shake with pleasure.

“TAE!” (Y/n) screams, he releases her clit and gently strokes her folds, easing her through the high, her face displayed pure bliss and it looked absolutely breathtaking to Tae, he loved seeing her face during her high, the way her eyes were shut, enjoy the pleasure, the way her soft lips would part and every muscle in her face was relaxed, it was a sight to behold, her eyes slowly open as she takes in a deep breath.

“You always look so beautiful,” Tae says as he pulls his hand away from her, he tosses the covers off them and moves onto his knees next to her, his hand moves to her panties and curls his fingers around the elastic of them. “Get rid of the pillows that make you feel uncomfortable.” She manages to lift her ass from the mattress, long enough for him to pull her panties down, she sits back down, feeling his knuckles brush along her legs as he removes them, he tosses them across the room, she begins moving lower on the bed and pushes some pillows off the bed, before she could lay down he quickly stopped her, his fingers curling around the hem of her shit. “You’re going to get very hot wearing this.” He lifts it upwards, purposely brushing his knuckles over her warm skin, she lifts her arms, allowing him to remove it, he once again tosses it across the room, before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, he slides the straps down her arms and tosses it aside as well.

“So much better, now you can lay down, angel,” Tae says, she lays down on the bed, quickly finding a comfortable position, he leans over and grabs one of the remaining pillows on the bed. “Lift.” She lifts her hips, and he places the pillow underneath her, lifting her hips for better access to her pussy, he moves between her legs, sitting far enough away in case he wanted a taste, his eyes caught sight of her glistening pussy, his cock had become hard and had formed a tent in the sweatpants he was wearing, he could feel it twitch once he caught sight of her wet pussy. “Fuck.” His hand ghostly slides over her thigh, his fingers barely touching her skin as he moves his hand to her pussy. “So wet for me, all because of my hands, all for me.” His hand cups her pussy, his fingers slipping between her folds, gently stroking them as his fingers move towards her entrance. “Can you come for me again, angel?” Two fingers were at her opening, the tips dipping in and out, almost in a teasing way, she could feel her muscles tightening, just feeling his fingers threatening to slip in.

“Yes, yes.” (Y/n) breathes out, he placed his other hand on the outside of her thigh, his fingers softly rubbing the skin, he pulls his hand away from her wetness. “No, Tae.” She whimpers out, lifting her head and watches as he brought his hand to his face, his lips wrap around his fingers, his eyes meeting hers as he slowly pulls them from his mouth. “Tae…”

“Mhm.” Tae hums as he removes his fingers from his mouth. “You taste delicious, my angel.” His hand moves back between her legs, his fingers slipping between her folds, moving to her entrance. “Bend your legs for me.” She bends her legs, pressing her feet into the mattress, his hand on her thigh moves to her inner thigh before his arm slides underneath and his hand goes to her hip, he leans over, moving his face closer to her pussy, she lowers her head and squeezes her eyes shut as she felt his breath against her soaking pussy, his two fingers slip into her opening, slightly twisting his hand as he does.

“Oh.” (Y/n) breathes out as her lips part, the feeling of his fingers moving deeper into her, causing her pleasure, he twists and turns his fingers inside her. “Ph, mhm.” He turns his head, pressing his lips against her inner thigh. “Tae.” His lips felt soft against her warm skin, his tongue slide over her skin as he slowly moves his face closer to her pussy, his fingers curl inside her, ghostly burning against the most sensitive spot inside her. “TAE, FUCK!” She could feel the familiar tension building again.

“Oh, you sound so beautiful, angel,” Tae says, her eyes widen as she was reminded how close his face was to her pussy, he extends his fingers inside her and slowly pulls them out, stopping just before the tips could slip out before pushing them back in while adding a third finger, his tongue slips between her folds, licking a stride between her folds.

“TAE!” (Y/n) moans loudly, her body trembled with pleasure, she gripped the bedsheets in pleasure, her eyes shut once again, her heart pounded in her ears, the tip of his tongue moves around her clit, she could feel the nub throbbing for attention, throbbing in pleasure, his fingers continue to slide in and out of her entrance, twisting and turning them. “TAE!” His lips wrap around her clit, gently sucking on it.

“Mhm-hm.” Tae hums against her clit, the vibrations pushing her over the edge, warmth runs up her legs, pleasure washes over her as her toes curl in pleasure, her entire body shook with pleasure.

“TAE!” (Y/n) couldn’t help but scream his name, his hand on her hip gently kneads the skin, his fingers inside her curling, feeling her walls clenching around them as she releases, her mind clouded with lust, the euphoric feeling taking over completely, he extends his fingers and slowly twists and turns them, easing her through her second high, his lips release her clit and moves his head away from her soaking pussy, he kisses her inner thighs while slipping his fingers from her opening, his lips pepper soft kisses on her inner thigh before lifting his head and sitting upright on his knees, he brings his hand back to his lips and once again takes them in his mouth, her eyes open, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Mhm, hmh.” Tae hums as he pulls his fingers from his lips with a loud pop. “Fuck, you’re always so tasty angel.” She straightens her legs as her toes uncurl, she releases the sheets and lifts her head to look at him, he carefully moves to the edge of the bed and climbs off. “But I want to be inside you now, angel, I want to feel you wrapped around me.” Her walls clench around nothing at his words. “I want to feel you clench around me.” He removes his shirt, dropping it to the ground, she lifts her hips and grips the pillow, pulling it out from underneath her and tosses it off the bed, she sits upright and moves to the edge of the bed, just as he pulled his sweatpants down along with his underwear, his hard cock slaps against his toned stomach, making her swallow and lick her lips.

“Do you want me to…” (Y/n) begins, she looks up at him, innocent wide eyes staring up at him, his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight.

“Fuck.” Tae whispers feeling his cock twitch.

“Do you want me to help you?” (Y/n) asks. “Suck you?”

“No, no, no, not right now.” Tae quickly says as he looks at her. “Right now I just want to be inside you.” Her eyes fall back to his hard cock, pre-cum leaking from the head, one of her hands wrap around the base of his cock, her other hand wrapping around the head of his cock, her fingers tapping against the slit before circling her finger around the head of his cock, spreading the clear liquid over the head of his cock, his lips part as he tilts his head back in pleasure. “Oh, oh, fuck.” Her hand slowly slides down his length, twisting and turning her hand, feeling the veins on his cock underneath her touch, her hand moves back to the head, spreading the clear liquid over his cock.

“I don’t think you need much help getting hard.” (Y/n) says as she looks back up at him, her hand continues to slowly pump his length. “You’re already so hard.” She releases his cock and moves back to the middle of the bed, Tae climbs on the bed as she lays down, her legs bending as he moves between them, he wraps his hand around his cock and pushes it between her folds, moving himself between her heat, collecting her wetness on his cock. “Oh.” Her fingers graze over the bedsheets, feeling the head of his cock brush over her sensitive clit. “Stop te… teasing me, Tae.” He slides the head of his cock to her opening and slips the head of his cock inside her, her lips part and her eyes fall shut at the feeling of his thick hard cock slipping into her opening, stretching her walls and filling her. “Oh, my— fuck, Tae.”

“Fuck.” Tae curses, feeling his cock being enveloped by her arm wet walls, his jaw clenches at the sensation, he releases his cock, he slowly slips deeper into her, filling her more, he leans over and placed his hands on the bed, her feet moves closer to his legs, brushing against them, she lifts her arms from the bed and placed one hand on his shudder while the other hand runs through his hair before resting at the nape of his neck, her fingers pressing into the skin on his shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good, angel.” He lifts his hips, his cock sliding out, stopping before the head slipped out, he rolls his hips, thrusting back into her, the sound of their breathy moans and skin hitting against skin filled the room along with the sound of her wetness drowned out the noise coming from the television playing in the background, his hips rolling into her, burying himself deep inside her before pulling out and snapping his hips back.

“Tae!” (Y/n) moans.” TAE!” The feeling of his hard cock brushing against her most sensitive spot causer her walls to clench around him, her body tingled with pleasure, the tension in her lower abdomen building and building, her hand on the nape of his hand moves back into his hair, entangling her fingers with them, the hand on his shoulder digs into his skin, her nails avoiding his skin, not wanting to cause him any harm.

“Fuck, if you keep clenching around me, I won’t last long.” Tae groans out, sweat coated both their skin as the air surrounding them felt hot.

“Tae, you just… oh, oh… so good.” (Y/n) moans out, he reaches between them and pressed his finger against her clit, stoking the sensitive nub, her back arched off the bed as his cock brushes over the most sensitive spot inside her. “TAE!” Her walls clamp down around him, warmth speed through her body as pleasure washes over her, her mind becomes clouded with bliss, her feet brush against his calves, her toes curling against his skin, her hand releases his shoulder and grabs for the sheets, twisting them between her fingers, her other hand holds onto his hair as her lips parts, her eyes squeeze shut as the tension exploded, and she releases around his cock, her body quivering with pleasure as her muscles contracts, his cock twitched inside her, feeling her release surrounding his cock.

“Oh, oh, angel, oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Tae breathes out, the feeling of her warm wet walls clenching down on him clouded his mind, and he almost felt light-headed from the pleasure, a sudden burst of energy runs through his cock as he releases inside her, filling her with his cum. “Oh, fuck.” He pulls his hand away from her clit and pressed it into the bed as he felt his energy drain, his thrusts came to a halt with him buried deep inside her, he lowers himself, resting his face in the crook of her neck, taking in a few deep breaths before reaching for her leg, he pulls her leg closer to him and rolls home over, letting her lay on top of him with him still buried deep inside her, he wraps his arms around her, moving his hand to the tips of her hair and gently begins playing with her hair, his other hand gently rubs up and down her back, the surrounding air slowly cooling down as they lay in silence, catching their breath while staring into each other’s eyes as he soothingly rubs her back and plays with her hair, it felt like the comforting silence only lasted a few minutes, but over seventeen minutes had already passed. “You’re so beautiful.” He brings his hand o her face and gently pushes some of her hair away. “I am such a lucky man.”

“I am the lucky one.” (Y/n) says as she begins getting up from him, she could feel his cock slipping out from her.

“Wait, let me go run us a bath,” Tae says, she climbs onto the bed, sitting upright.

“I can go to the bathroom.” (Y/n) says.

“And what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t clean you?” Tae asks as he stood from the bed, he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Not a bad one if that is what you’re getting at.” (Y/n) says.

“Sh, of course, I’d be a bad one if I didn’t clean up after myself,” Tae says as he emerges from the bathroom, she could hear the tub filling with water, he approaches the bed, and she moves to the edge of it, he helps her stand, her legs feeling wobbly after the last orgasm, she hadn’t realized how much her body was shaking until he helped her stand, he helps her to the bathroom and helps her into the tub and helps her sit down in the foamy bathwater, he climbs in with her and settles behind her, near the water still filling the tub. “Are you okay?” She looks over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/n) says. “I’m okay, that was nice.” He nods his head. “I should’ve told you sooner.” She looks ahead of her, feeling a bit drowsy, he closes the water and takes hold of her washcloth, he picks up her soap and opens the cap, squeezing some of the fruity scented soap into the cloth.

“Don’t fall asleep, it’s not even 6 yet.” Tae jokingly says.

“I can’t help it.” (Y/n) says, he could hear the lazy smile in her tone.

“I’ll try to be quick then,” Tae says and begins washing her shoulders, moving over her neck and down her back.

“Mhm, okay.” (Y/n) tiredly says, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer against him before washing her chest.

“I didn’t even give any attention to them today,” Tae says while washing her breasts, she leans her head back against his shoulder.

“Next time.” (Y/n) says, he washes down her stomach before reaching between her legs. “No to round 2, not right now.” Tae softly giggles as he carefully washes her.

“I’ll hold off on round 2 for now,” Tae says, after cleaning her and cleaning himself he helps her out the bath and wraps a fuzzy towel around her, drying her before helping her back to the bedroom, he sits her down on the cushiony couch in the room and gets her some loose pyjamas and helps her get dressed in them, before dressing himself.

“We should change the sheets now.” (Y/n) states as she glanced at the bed.

“I can change them,” Tae says, (Y/n) stood from the couch, the shakiness in her legs feeling better after the warm bath, but her body felt drained, and she just wanted to sleep.

“Why don’t you go make us some tea?” (Y/n) suggests.

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me with the sheets,” Tae says, a playful smile o his lips.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.” (Y/n) says. “I just don’t want to take forever to change them.” Tae moves closer to her and wraps one arm around her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

“Then I’ll be right back with the tea,” Tae says and softly kisses her before unwrapping his arm and leaving the room to go and make some tea, she quickly pulled the sheets from the bed, tossing them on the pile where her clothes had landed, she retrieves some fresh sheets and begins putting it over the bed, by the time Tae had returned with the tea she was throwing the cover back onto the bed. “That was fast.”

“When you’re tired, you work fast.” (Y/n) says and climbs into the bed, Tae hands her a cup of tea and placed his cup on the nightstand, he climbs underneath the covers, she takes a sip from her tea before putting the cup down on the nightstand, she moves closer to him and lays her head down on his chest while laying an arm over his torso and getting comfortable, Tae begins playing with a strand of her hair and begins looking for another film to watch, seeing as the previous one had finished an hour earlier.

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fa-headhoncho · 4 years ago

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You and Your Mandalorian

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Prompt: Your Mandalorian finally keeps his end up of the promise he made you before he went on his journey to return the kid to his people.

Word Count: 1590

Reader: Female

Warning: uh, I wrote this when the show ended and its been sitting in my google docs ever since. I was too nervous to post but like why not post now, I have nothing to lose :p

Masterlist

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The muscles in your cheeks are starting to twitch as you force out another laugh at Kneeper’s joke. He was the farmer’s son next door and he always insisted to walk you home when you went to the market later than usual, saying how “a pretty lady like yourself might wander into trouble”. It was more likely you would be the one causing trouble but you weren’t about to tell him that.

But, fearing to be impolite or not grateful, you didn’t dare to say no to him. You were still quite new to this small town and you weren’t about to make a bad name for yourself in the tightly sewn neighborhood. You had a complicated past and the last thing you needed was your name being spread throughout the town.

It was easy to lay low as you lived away from the town market, only two other homes nearby. You didn’t speak much to the neighbors, only a few conversations here and there. The most social interaction you had was at the meals the mothers invited you to when their husbands were out every seventh night.

The families were nice, don’t mistake that. They helped you move into the small cottage at the end of the crop fields, the daughters dropped out fresh eggs and baked goods every morning, and they never tried to push to know why you appeared out of nowhere. The only issue was their traditions and beliefs were a bit old fashioned for your taste.

“... well, this is my stop.” You announce, stopping a few feet from the entrance of your home. “I appreciate the company, Kneeper. Tell your parents, again, thank you for the bread.” He nods at you, a sheepish smile on his face. When he doesn’t move to leave, you shift awkwardly.

The blonde takes in a shaky breath, “Appreciate it enough to invite me in?” He looks at you through the brim of his broad straw hat. You open your mouth and close it, a small blush appearing on your cheeks at his forwardness.

“Kneep,” You let out a sigh and adjust the basket resting on the crook of your arm. “I would love to but it— it’s getting quite late. I still need to tidy up and get ready to turn in for the night.” He hangs his head in rejection but nods otherwise.

“I understand…” He digs his hands into the pockets of his pants, “Maybe another time then?” He hopes, you let out a chuckle at his determination.

You move to continue down the path that leads to your front door, calling back to him over your shoulder, “We’ll see.” And with that empty promise, he departs to his own home.

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Making your way through the living room, you enter the small kitchen. You set down the basket full of groceries with a sigh. Kneeper has been trying to get a date from you since his mother started making friends with you. It was flattering, of course, but you were not interested at all. It would be a few more years till you considered it, honestly.

Turning on some music on the player you were gifted, you start to put away your groceries while putting on a little dance. The mundane activity is ever so exciting for you. In your past bounty hunting life, you never had the luxury of keeping fresh food. Too busy to make a meal and when you did have time, it was already wilted and expired so this luxury was something you never got tired of.

A deep chuckle interrupts your domestic bliss. The strange sound sends your whole body into autopilot. Grabbing the knife from the block on the counter, you don’t even think twice when you turn and throw it towards the intruder.

It hits the wall behind them and you go to charge. They don’t fight back as you pin them against the wall, an arm across their chest to hold them back and your other hand on the knife above them.

It was a man, one you’ve never seen before but the way his armor presses against you feels familiar. He has short, messy brown hair that matches his soft brown eyes. He’s taller than you, broader as well. It would appear to be easy for him to take you down on size alone but he doesn’t move. “Who are you?”

“Cyar’ika…” The man whispers out, his eyes searching your face. It sounds familiar, the name being played on repeat in your head every time you try to go to bed. You know that voice but not the face, “It’s me, cyar’ika, it’s—“

“Din,” You breathe out, relaxing your arm on him. Your eyes bounce around on his face, taking in his features. The only time he’s had the helmet off was in the dark and now it’s in the soft light of solar lamps that show his face. You can’t hold back the you raise a hand to his cheek, he immediately leans into the touch. You’ve dreamt of this day before. “Where’s the helmet?”

“I took it off.” He announces, eyes closed. “Grogu was too important.”

“Grogu?”

“The kid. That’s his name.” He corrects, a slight strain to his voice. You know not to push as it appears that the little green guy is not here with him. He also promised when you left, that he would only come find you when he was done with his mission. His mission of returning the child to his people.

Nothing is said as you remove yourself from the Mandalorian. His eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact, sending you a confused look. You give him a tight-lipped smile and grab his hand.

You lead him towards the other side of your cottage where your bedroom is located. Assuming he has had a rough few days just by his appearance, you decided a nice rest would be much deserved.

As you slowly help Din out of his armor, you get transported back to your time spent together on the Razor Crest. He watches as you carefully unlatch the beskar from his body, setting it in a neat pile on the floor of your closet. You check over him just as you did before, making sure he doesn’t have any injuries.

“I’m fine, cyar’ika.” Din assures, grabbing your forearms as you go to check his ribs for the second time. You nod and slowly try to detach yourself from him but he stops you.

The way his gloveless hand feels against your cheek freezes you on the spot. It’s been too long since you’ve been visited by your Mandalorian. Now he comes back helmetless and you can see the damage the journey before has done to him in his eyes.

“Have your eyes always been this expressive?” You ask with a soft tone causing a small smile to appear on his face.

He shrugs in response. The two of you fall into silence after that. Din was too busy recommitting your features to his mind; your hair was much longer and there were more freckles that littered your faces due to the much time you spent outside. You were too invested in memorizing his face; his short brown hair that matches his brown eyes, his sharp nose, everything.

Din then pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed you.” He whispers, afraid to break the moment. You lean up with a smile and press a chaste kiss to his nose.

“I missed you too.” You giggle out as his nose scrunches up. Not being able to hold back your excitement anymore, you burrow your face into his chest and wrap your arms around him. “Did you know that you are very pretty?”

You almost melt at the little chuckle that slips past Din’s lips and the slight blush that appears on his cheeks. “Thank you, mesh’la.” He says in a low voice and hugs you to his body.

You’ve both craved this moment since you left him on the Razor Crest. The life getting too hard for you as you grew older and he understood your need for retirement. He felt the same at the time, wanting nothing more to run away with you and the kid but he knew that wasn’t the fair thing to do. But, now that the kid was with his people, he could finally start the life he promised you.

“How long are you staying?” You manage to get out, fearing that this was just a stop before he took another voyage. He removes his chin from the top of your head and pulls back to look at you. He lets out a sigh and you feel him tense underneath your fingers. Fearing his answer, you burrow your face further into his chest as the tears start to build up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey.” He gently guides your head back to look up at him. He sees your cheeks slowly becoming red, a pout formed on your lips as you try not to let him see you break down in front of him. “I’m not going anywhere.” He confesses, resting a hand on your cheek. “I promise you, mesh’la.”

You can’t help the tears that stream down your face at his words. After spending years together, dancing around your emotions and then leaving him when it was too much to handle anymore, it was finally time to live out the rest of your lives together. Just you and your Mandalorian.

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not-your-regular-writer · 4 years ago

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I wrote this for Valentine's Day this year after I saw this card:

And it totally looked like something Crowley would give Aziraphale haha. So enjoy :)

*Phone rings in the bookshop. Aziraphale picks up. It's Crowley.*

- Hello, Angel. Have I, by any chance, dropped my black leather coat at your place?

- Well, hello, Crowley. Which one, you own too many of them.

- Oh, you know, the... The... Well... You're probably right. Can't even describe it without making it look like the one I'm wearing right now.

- So how do you know it's missing?

- I just know. There's a void in my wardrobe. That's how I know. But it's ok, it's a cheap one, maybe it's in this mess I call a home. And... How are things up there?

- Oh... Things are just fine. Today is a special day, many clients have come looking for books, and I'm very much pleased to notice that people find appeasing to give books as gifts in a special date like today's.

- (hesitant) Special... Date?

- (Azi starts blushing for some reason) Valentine's...

- Oh, sure. That date. Can't stand it. Too much love on the streets. No wonder I've got a headache since I woke up this morning. Everything is so... Pink. And happy. Urgh, makes my stomach...

- (Irritated) I see, Crowley, you hate valentines day. Nothing new about it. If you excuse me, there's a line of clients waiting to get their sweeties a book.

- Oh, fine, then. Talk to you later.

- That remains to be seen.

- Wha...

*Azi hangs up, feeling a bit ouraged. He breathes deeply before going back to the clients, his eyes go over a chair next to him. The black coat is there. He can not only see it, but smell it from that distance. He sighs, reaching discreetly to it. Aziraphale had hidden a little poem in its pocket. He thought it would be sweet if he picked it up today, and found it alone, of course, maybe it would put a smile on his devilish handsome face. He wanted to play Crowley a bit, but he was so unpleasant Aziraphale gave up on the entire joke. He shakes his head, too upset to finish the gesture. But the smell trailed behind him. He felt so much love around him, humans could be so charming sometimes, that he forgot about Crowley for a while. "

Later that day...

*Aziraphale is organizing the last pile of books on the counter. It was a fine day, pleasant, cheery, fun. He made a good sale, and earlier that day he had picked up some roses to give as a courtesy to the buyers. He had cut up lots of pink and red paper hearts to have customers write a message to their sweethearts as a surprise inside the books. He had even baked some chocolate muffins in the shape of hearts, but as a treat to himself, guessing he would probably be alone by the end of the day, as always, but in the company of a good cup of tea and a new prophecy book that had just arrived from the 15th century...*

*The doorbell rings. He raises his eyes. Crowley is coming in, taking his glasses off. *

- Crowley... (hesitant) What a... (forcing a smile) Delightful surprise.

- Hey, angel. (looking around, embarrassed) I thought you'd be finished for today, so I thought we could... Have dinner, or something. You know, nothing special, I mean, we always have dinner, it's...

- (smiling the tiniest of grins, out of sight, still with his back turned to Crowley, putting the books back on the shelf) Oh, yes, just dinner. I suppose the Ritz is going to be a bit... Busy for the night, so...

- Oh. You're right. Maybe it is not the best night to dine out...

- Indeed, my friend. (a bit optimistic) But we could arrange something...

- I don't know, angel. Now that you've mentioned it, it's true. It's gonna be noisy, and... Crowded... And... You're probably right. I didn't really think through it.

- Well, I... (he turns around, getting closer to Crowley, who is still at the door) I could cook for us. I mean, I do not mean to brag about it, but I happen to be a very good cook, thank you.

- Oh, I do know that. We could have some... Pasta?

- I'm thinking a very tasty ravioli, marinara sauce, maybe some corn bread and cheese, and... Oh, we'll see.

- I don't wanna impose...

- Of course not, my friend, it is no imposition.

- Then let me get us some red wine to go along with it.

- (Excited again) Fabulous. Then, I will get dinner done, meet you here in an hour?

- Sure, sure. I will... Get the wine.

*Crowley is out on the street, it's been one hell of a task to find fine red wine around, but he managed. When he was getting back to the bookshop, he saw something that sparkled an idea on his mind... *

*Back to the bookshop. Aziraphale is cooking, much amused and pleased with himself. He's distracted checking the taste of his marinara, and he can't see Crowley coming closer.*

- Aziraphale?

- (Jumping) Oh, for good heavens! You almost never use my name, what has got into you to do that?

- (smiling, a bit shy, unusual for him) I... I... (going to say something, but changing his mind) I found our wine. Your favorite of course. Had to put some effort into it, what one doesn't do for a nice bottle of Pinot Noir?

- Oh... (frowning, a bit confused) Definitely. Would you be so kind to put it on the table, along with the basket of bread?

- Yeah, yeah, no problem. (he picks up the wine and the basket, still fighting with words. He makes up his mind, dropping both, and picking something from his pocket, handing it abruptly to Aziraphale). Here. It's for you.

- (Startled, running his hand on the white apron he put on to cook, a little upset, maybe thinking the should have picked a more appropriate moment to give gifts) Ah... Well... (speechless, he picks up. It's a card, a blank white paper, written in black and white, very simple, very blasé. Aziraphale listens to his heart in his years, reading it intently).

- (Crowley starts talking fastly, trying to distract the mood, the sweetness of the occasion) I know it's valentine's day, but you know, humans send cards to one another, anyway, it just felt weird to just not say anything, so I got you this card. It's not a big deal. It doesn't really mean anything. There isn't even a heart on it. So basically it's a card. Saying hi. (Exhales, embarrassed) Oh, forget it...

*Aziraphale hugs him, tender and carefully, his eyes are glistening, he feels much happier than he can express, but he just hugs him, hoping the gesture speaks for itself. Crowley is still as a rock, eyes wide, hands on his pockets. He tries for a pat on the back, but he can't seem to make his hands work. He notices Aziraphale's face is very close to his, he can smell his skin, his white smooth hair, almost tempted to touch it... They part. Aziraphale is smiling beautifully, like only an angel could. Like only Aziraphale could, actually. *

- Thank you, dear.

*Crowley nods his head, not sure of what he could say, but Aziraphale doesn't seem to need it. He goes back to the stove, still holding the card close to his heart without even noticing. It makes Crowley smile, but he takes the bottle and the basket back to put them on the table. The smile never left his face.*

*They have a nice dinner, talking, joking, discussing, eating and drinking. It was a fine night, like many others they had together. But this one had something to it, a different glow, a lighter atmosphere. Crowley is ready to go back to his apartment, his heart is a little heavy, and he wonders why. It is an unusual feeling, but curiously, he can't remember feeling it towards anyone else but Aziraphale. They stand by the door, Aziraphale has that candid smile again after going in the back and getting Crowleys coat.*

- Here. I was just playing you.

- I knew it! Aren't you becoming a trickster yourself?

- (smiles wider) I've got my charms...

- (low voice) You do. (Louder) Ah, so... I should get going. It was a fine meal, I must say.

- Well, thank you. It was a fine company, as always, my friend.

- Well... Happy... Night. Of February... 14th.

- Ditto, in fact, it's almost February 15th.

- Sure... See you around.

- Definitely

- Bye, Angel.

- Bye, Crowley.

*Crowley walks towards his car, feeling a bit dizzy. It was probably all that love thing in the air. At this hour, a bit more than love should be in the air, in fact. He breathed the air, closing his eyes, holding the coat in his hands. Something fell, and he picked up. It was a pink piece of paper. It had Aziraphale handwriting in it. He frowned.*

- He wrote a poem. For... Me.

*He turns around, looking at the bookshop, but now it's all dark and empty. Aziraphale probably went to rest. He would not bother him, right? Maybe... Maybe he didn't even intended for him to find it, maybe he forgot. Yes, he must have forgotten, he didn't even mention... He looks down at the paper again. The feeling of being completely filled inside, but so empty at the same time. So light and so heavy. So close and so far. He gets into his car, putting the poem back in his pocket. He starts driving, too pleased to admit. But the smile is there, crossing his face with the light of a thousand stars.*

*A light shines in the upper window of the bookshop. Aziraphale watched the entire scene. He eats a muffin, too glad to mind, looking at the card over the table. It was the best Valentines Day he had in centuries. Things were getting better."

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ijwrff · 4 years ago

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Yandere! Wilford Warfstache

Hello! This is a commission from my good friend @nerdqueenkat. I haven’t written anything for egos in a while so I hope this turned out okay!

It...wasn’t very hard to notice Wilford Warfstache. That is...unless he didn’t want you to know he was there. Somehow the world around him seemed to bend to his will. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was some magical being who could make all your wishes come true.

That was how it started. You were going about your day as usual, when you took notice of the man with the pink suspenders sitting on the bench you would normally wait on for the evening bus back home.

“Is this seat taken?” You politely asked, before he gave a shake of his head and scooted over to accommodate for you. Before, he was slouched across it, not leaving any room for a second person.

“Of course not...you can see me?” It was straightforward, and you turned to him in shock.

“See you...of course, you’re right here.” He looked as real as anyone else...actually. There didn’t seem to be anyone at the stop. It wasn’t usually a popular spot, but a good two or three people were common. You’d even come to know a couple by name in your time taking the same bus every day. But none of them seemed to be here today.

“Well now what day is it…” The man looked perplexed, as if he had no bearings on what was real in the world around him. This man surely must be mad.

Even so, you indulged, hoping that he wasn’t the dangerous kind of mad. “It’s September. The 21st?” The bus would surely be here soon. Maybe he wasn’t intent on riding the bus, and was simply using the bench as a place to stay.

There were too many things that didn’t add up.

“No, no, the month or day doesn’t matter, silly! What year?” He didn’t seem to be harmful at least...if anything maybe a bit confused. There was an odd drawl to his speech, maybe he was simply recovering from a late night out. A hangover could certainly explain the confusion.

“2020.” A short answer, maybe he would get the message and not try pushing any buttons until your bus got here.

Your answer only seemed to confuse him more as he began muttering to himself. “No that’s not right...I don’t meet you for another…”

Now he was starting to worry you. He sounded like he seriously lost his marbles, you just wanted to get back home and curl up on the couch with your favorite show on. Maybe a nice cup of hot chocolate.

You turned away from the man and saw the headlights of a bus in the distance, gradually getting closer. “Well it was nice meeting you but I…” When you turned back he was no longer there. Where could he have been able to go so quietly?

Shaking off the strange encounter, you got off the bus and made your way back home. That would have been it, a strange encounter. But that wasn’t the last time you saw him.

Months later, into the chilly weather of February, you were sitting in a local cafe, browsing through the internet with the help of their free wifi. It was quiet, and nobody paid you much mind, until one familiar person came around and changed your life.

“It’s good to see you gumdrop, I’ve missed you!” Before you could react, you were being pulled into a side hug. You aimed to push the stranger away, but you recognized him. He wasn’t easy to forget. His strong grip made it near possible to escape, but as quickly as it happened it was over.

The man spun around to the other side of the table and kicked his feet up onto the table. You looked around quickly to see if anyone else was seeing what you were, but they didn’t turn. They didn’t seem to notice you at all.

“How has the new job been going? Got time for a few questions?” He seemed more...peppy than he had been. In fact, he seemed to be almost formal. He had a notepad out and a pen he pulled from behind his ear as he seemingly read through a list of potential questions.

You were still stumped on the first one. “New...new job? I’m sorry I think you’re confusing me with someone else.” Getting up to leave and give this man some space, you shuffled your things into your bag. He didn’t let you get away.

“Wait! Just a minute, no worries my darling it probably hasn’t happened yet.” Flipping quickly through a few pages he cleared his throat. “Ah yes, here we are.” He seemed to find his place, quickly throwing out another question before you could process the insanity that was leaving his lips. “What would you say your favorite animal is? If you could have one as a pet what would it be?”

“I’m sorry...animal? I don’t even know your name.” You wanted to give this man a chance, clearly he thought he knew you. “Um...if I’d have to pick I’d say rabbit. They seem easy to take care of in my current apartment.”

With a nod he wrote down your answer, not that you had given him permission to. But honestly? Anything to get this odd situation out of the way, you had to search for a job soon or you’d lose your apartment…

“My name?” The man let out a loud laugh, leaving you to once again check to see if you had caused a disturbance, only ro yet again be met with obliviousness. Not a single person was turning to look at you. It made you feel...uneasy. This man seemed to have an air that said he can and will get whatever he wants...so what does he want with you?

“My name is Wilford Warfstache, my dear y/n.” The man you now know as Wilford leaned forward, leaving you to wonder how he knew your name. “And you...are my spouse. Maybe not now...but surely later. It’s only a matter of time. No matter how relevant such a thing may be.” He leaned forward, and you found yourself leaning forward as well. What was so enticing about this man?

You couldn’t help it...when you leaned forward it was almost as if there was a pink hue to his eyes, swirling...captivating. What...were you just worried about?

Your lips never hit his though. But a sweet taste filled your mouth. You were alone at the table, your favorite flavor of sucker hanging from your mouth.

It was months later when you found him for the third time. Since then, random gifts have arrived at your door. You knew it was him, but how he knew your address was beyond you. You resorted to staying at home for fear of running into Wilford again. He wouldn’t be able to make it into your home...right?

You had tried moving multiple times. It only took three times for you to give up. He always knew. How did he always know?

Something was off...something was wrong about him. You knew telling the police would do nothing. He couldn’t be human. He was in your dreams...telling you of a future that you’ll have together. It got to the point where walking around your empty apartment day to day seemed more like a dream.

The dreams became more...enticing over time. Everything you ever wanted was a reality. All of your problems were just...washed away. The dreams would all always end the same. Wilford would say the same line at the end of every dream.

“I’ll see you soon.”

At this point...it was unclear even to you if it was a promise or a threat.

One day, or one gift rather, shined through more than any other. When you opened your door to the sound of the mail arriving, you were greeting with yet another gift basket. This one...was completely full of things you recall telling Wilford about in your dreams.

A book from your childhood, a postcard from the place you most wanted to visit, and an array of your favorite candies, all mixed in with something you thought you’d never see again. The vase that you broke in childhood, that you were told held great history in your family. Your parents gave you hell for breaking it, and there wasn’t a family gathering you went to where someone didn’t bring it up. How did he know the exact one?

The dreams had to be real, or he would never know. Or maybe...this was a dream as well. It seemed as if every time he asked you a question, the answer directly correlated with what gifts you would receive next.

Sometimes they were out of order, but they all arrived at some point. You intended to ask him about it in your dreams tonight.

The stage was set. You had soothing music playing to help you fall asleep, and were dressed in your most comfortable pajamas. You knew he would be in your dreams again tonight. It was near every day now that it happened. You almost...looked forward to it.

The dreams range in length and content, and each night was different than the last. A different location, a different theme, but each romantic in it’s own way.

As you fell asleep, a familiar comforting feeling crept through your body, and you opened your eyes to see Wilford throwing carnival game balls at a set of milk bottles. It seemed the theme for tonight was a carnival.

“Win any games yet Wilford?” By now, you had grown used to seeing him. The conversation always seemed to flow freely.

Throwing a smirk your way, he replied “Of course, I always win the best of prizes for you.” As if on cue, you noticed the array of stuffed animals sitting on the counter next to the balls. Any and all kinds and sizes were sitting on display just waiting to be grabbed.

“Wilford...this time I have a question for you, if that’s alright.” For once, you were almost at a loss of what to say, despite knowing you had spent the day preparing what to say to him tonight. Would he react negatively? Would he stop sending gifts? What if you said the wrong thing and he realized that he didn’t need you. At this point...you needed him.

Wilford didn’t seem to notice the anxiety, and gave a smile over his shoulder as he knocked down another bottle. “Changing things up on me, sugarplum? I think you’d make the most amazing interviewer.” Throwing the last ball he turned, putting his arm over your shoulder. It was also something you had grown used to, the physical contact.

It was always either a hand around the small of your back, one draped over your shoulder, or him holding your much smaller hand in his own. If a stranger were to touch you in such a way, you’d probably throw a few punches their way if they didn’t take the hint. But contact with Wilford had an almost calming effect on you. As if his very existence made you feel more comfortable. Being with him made all your problems dissolve away.

Shaking your head clear of your thoughts you spoke aloud the question you prepared to ask. “Why do you send me gifts every day?” Straightforward and to the point. Tonight wouldn’t be about enjoying time with Wilford, like every other night, tonight was about answers.

He gave you a confused look in return, “Haven’t I told you? We get married eventually. And I see no problem in spoiling my spouse.” He spun around, talking openly with his hands, “Our time together starts soon, you just have to be patient.”

His words soothed you, almost made you feel like being with him was meant to happen. You saw the pink gleam in his eyes again, and lost your words. All you could think about was him. As your mind begins to go blank, every stress in the world melts away. Looking into his eyes was all you needed to do right now.

Somehow...it felt right. He declared he would always give you gifts, and you would get to meet him in the real world soon. For now...you were happy to have him in your dreams.

As time passed...more gifts arrived. You started to grow grateful. Wilford has spent so much time and effort getting you things you enjoy. Someone who seemed so...sweet couldn’t possibly be bad.

It had now been months since you last saw Wilford in person, and only days since the dreams stopped. You knew he was coming. It was finally time. You were ready for him.

When he finally returned to your door, he was wearing a pink suit with a bouquet of matching pink roses.

“I’ve missed you, my special little gumdrop.” He extended his arm to give you the flowers, which you quickly grabbed, moving them out of the way to give Wilford a hug.

“I’ve missed you too.” Never had you spoken words so true. Something had always been missing in your life. You knew you were destined for more. He was everything you need. He would give you the perfect life you’ve always wanted.

“Have you made your choice my dear?” He would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to. At least that’s what his eyes were telling you.

One look into the beautiful pink swirls in his eyes, and you knew.

He had been preparing you. In your dreams of lavish lifestyles, and endless fun to be had, you knew you only had one choice. One dream in particular you knew would be your future.

Living your life as his most prized possession. You would spend the rest of your days not having to worry about trivial things that life has tasked you with. You didn’t need freedom. You didn’t need friends. You would only have Wilford and Wilford alone. He was yours forever, just as much as you were his.

“Together...forever.”

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Thirteen | Waterfall (Part 4 of 4)

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As the storm worsens, so does he. He's shaking from head to toe, yet when you ask him about it, he says it's fine. An hour's passed since you booked the room, and all the banter and light-hearted nature from before has faded since then. Thunder continues to strike without a break, sending electrical appliances nearby into an on and off frenzy. You look towards the skeleton sitting farther away from you and notice how his grip on a pillow strengthens, his fear being let out through it.

The view makes you think back on last time and how you'd dealt with the situation, leaving you to consider it again.

You sit next to him in bed and stretch your arms out when he looks at you. It's as if he's stumbled upon an alien, gaze facing yours with both caution and confusion alike. "C'mere, Serif," you offer, patting at your lap. "Take it as a thank you for everything you've done so far." You scoot closer to him and stop when you see him tense up and a bead of sweat make its way down his forehead. "I mean it."

Sans doesn't have a choice with how violent the next thunder is. He's practically sent into your lap as the lights go out, and his grip on you turns almost painful, the hardness of his touch sinking into your skin. The monster's face ends up pressed close to your chest while his hands move back down to your waist; his shaking grows prominent, even with how strong he holds onto you. Minutes pass before the lights turn back on, allegedly due to a power plant with how much weaker they glow. A murmur leaves his teeth, though none of the words can be deciphered with how wild the weather outside is. "What did you say?" you ask, bringing him closer. "I couldn't hear you." You shift your positions so that you can lay your head against the headboard and cuddle up to him more.

His chest heaves subtly as another one strikes. "Why're you doin' this for me?" He breathes out, loosening his grip on you. "I, uh… thought you didn't feel comfortable around me."

"Are you sure you're okay to talk about that right now?" you ask, bringing an arm around his waist. "You're shaking, Sans. And I already know why, so it's... It's really no big deal." You stop to look at him through the dresser's mirror set right across from the bed, yet his face is still kept hidden from your view. "We can leave that for later, if you want."

You expect disagreement, only to receive it partially.

Sans moves away from your hold and sits up straight in bed while you stay laying down. Then, he tries to spare a glance at you, though your current positions make it awkward for you to face him back without feeling strange about it. He seems to notice that himself, having to look elsewhere to lessen that feeling as you both adjust yourselves to a better, more comfortable position. "So, uh… Thanks, (Y/N)," he says, facing away. "But you don't need to do that. If you feel like all this stuff is your responsibility, then I don't think it's okay for me to approach you like this." He flinches when another thunder strikes, yet he recovers quicker than before. "You don't have to force yourself into makin' this a date, 'cause I'm not asking that of you."

You sit up and move right behind him, holding his shoulders. "And I'm not trying to make this a date, Sans," you reply. "I'm just trying to help you with what's happening right now." You hold his waist, tensing when you feel him shudder under your touch. "Though I won't deny that I, well…" Your throat turns dry and your face grows hot, hands doing the opposite. "That it's been too long since I've felt this way." Your eyes close with the next thunder, how loud it is making even you seek some comfort from the embrace. "It feels nice to be liked, and to… to actually live life a little more. Today, I… felt so alive. Even with those guys calling me names, I had fun."

With the latest strike appearing to have been the last, Sans again shimmies out of your hold and turns to you. He meets with your gaze and a hand places itself over yours. Then, he shifts closer to you, his hand tugging for you to go lower while he goes higher.

He closes his eye sockets as his teeth brush with your cheek. Lack of experience over such a simple action reveals itself in an instant by how awkward his hand placement is on your shoulder and waist as he tries to match better with your height, and how fast his soul beats the longer he stays that way. The moment ends far too quickly, yet it's sufficient for you to be fulfilled, just as much as he appears to be when you pull back, open your eyes, and see him grinning. A brighter light's present in his irises, and -- judging by how he looks at you -- you can already tell you've given him more than enough of a reason to tease you over this in the future. "So... I take it the first date was a success?"

You return his expression with a smile and let his hand go while you fix your posture. "I thought you said you didn't want to make this a date?"

He winks and takes a hand to your cheek, fingers brushing close to your lips, but not quite. There's an unfamiliar emotion beyond that of lust or want in his gaze, and it makes more sense when you think back on what he said at the hospital regarding how he felt about physical touch, aside from all the basics established by societal norms. Rather than lust, curiosity shines in his irises, likely by how different you both are and how it would feel for the both of you to kiss on the mouth. "Only if you want it to be." A brief pause follows and a subtle, amused flare leaves his nose cavity. "How about it?"

Smile growing, you take his wrist and reply with, "I'd like that." Then, a frown returns, concern showing through the furrow in your brow. "But… What about after? I… I really don't think I'm ready to date anyone seriously yet."

The monster pulls his hand back and faces your eyes again. "That's alright," he says, chuckling. "We'll just keep doin' things like normal, pretendin' today didn't happen." Sans shifts on his seat as a sterner look crosses his gaze. "We'll give each other some time. And if ya don't return my feelings by then, I'll stop -- And we can keep the memories we've made 'til now."

"Now that..." Tugging him in for a quick hug, you then laugh, kiss his cheekbone, and pull back with a smile still intact on your face. "That sounds way too good to be true. But I like it."

• • •

It's close to midnight by the time you're done eating, showering, and settling stuff out with Undyne. You take your phone and re-read your latest conversation with her. Embarrassment overcomes your thoughts with the reminder of how both she and her girlfriend had caught you and Sans last time on the couch.

Told you it was a date!

Papyrus actually looked after Frisk most of the time today, so I can look after them 'til tomorrow morning.

But is it really okay with you?

'Course it is!

Didn't I tell you to take as long as you need?

Take your time. ;-)

Thank you.

But could you please keep the whole date thing a secret?

I don't want Frisk to know I'm thinking about dating anyone else again.

Sure.

Dunno why you insist so much on that, but I get it.

A new message pops up. While reading, you open the door of your room and exit, ready to go off and explore more of the hotel. Though it's late, you don't want to miss out on the opportunity of extending the date for a little longer, even more now that the skeleton invited you over to the pool area. You can hear water running even as you close the door and begin walking off, reminding you he's still showering.

Jerry came over asking where you were, btw.

The latest message Undyne sends you prompts you to keep going, now too anxious to wait and stay in one place. You rush off, not wanting to dwell too much on it. It's a short walk to get there, only having to pass by a hallway, then the lobby, and take a turn to the right. A different world's introduced to you as soon as you step in, welcomed by a large swimming pool from afar and at the center of it all, along with two smaller hot tubs closer by. There are folding chairs and their respective tables on the left, along with a busy and bustling bar at the right, ‘Happy Hour’ flashing above the entrance. All the attractions are occupied with people, each doing their own thing.

Really?

What did you tell him?

Your chest tightens as you wait for an answer. An icy wind blows by, making you shudder with the current outfit you're wearing: a one-piece swimsuit bought hastily at the small souvenir shop the hotel offered for everyone around. You stay in place, still waiting for her reply.

Told him you were running errands, but he still told me to give you this when you returned.

Her next message is a picture of a gift basket with all sorts of favourites, from sweets to flowers, and even a new work uniform, each individual piece of the correct size. A letter's tucked in-between all the items and a bright red ribbon tops it all off.

He also gave Frisk something and then tried convincing them into going with him to the beach.

Your stomach twists and a sour note reaches your taste buds. Jerry's first attempt at getting back together had clearly been without him knowing Sans was hitting on you, so you're not sure whether he's making stronger efforts now that he's aware of it. Your legs grow weak the more you force yourself to keep on standing, now too anxious to move.

What did Frisk say?

They said they'd only go if you came with them, so now I think Jerry might make arrangements for the two of you to come.

"Your phone's gonna get damaged here."

At the sound of someone behind you, you jolt and your phone slips off your hands. Fortunately, it's stopped by a blue force, and so's your waist when you slip and almost trip on your feet. You're let go and turned around to see Sans changed into an outfit composed of beach shorts and a tank top. They're a little baggy on the sides, revealing the fact he's also bought them at the souvenir shop. "You okay?" he asks, furrowing his gaze.

You grab your phone back and put it away, nodding before replying with, "...I think so."

Side-by-side, you walk with him to a pair of folding chairs. There, you sit, take off your towel, and set it aside. "Jerry's still, well... trying to get back with me, I guess." A smile forms when you see the monster's gaze look away, avoiding to meet with your swimsuit more than with your eyes or anywhere else. "You can look, y'know. Or are you getting shy?"

Sans takes the towel off his shoulders and sets it next to yours. Then, he shakes his head once, still avoiding you. "Just bein' cautious." Finally, he faces you, a grin showing on his skull. "Still haven't forgotten how stern you can be, so I've gotten used to bein' careful around you."

"Really?" you taunt, snickering. You stand up and begin your walk with him to the pool. "I was thinking the opposite with how shameless your flirting's been since day one of us being more than strangers."

"There's a difference, pal." He sits on the edge, irises drifting off to the hot tubs, where a buff bunnyman and an even buffer fishman sit at. They're both hugging each other, the former resting his head on the other's chest, eyes closed shut and body relaxed. "My intention's not to insult you or make you angry."

Your smile grows; the upbeat energy of your surroundings gives you courage to challenge him again. "What are your intentions then, Sans? I'm curious."

You slip a foot into the water and a shiver follows. While you stand by for it to warm, you pay attention to the monster, expectant of an answer. Oddly enough, he doesn't confront your question and chooses to sink himself completely into the pool -- no wait needed. His irises avoid your eyes, until a few swimmers nearby move further away from your spot. "I guess I've never really done somethin' like this before. And then my brother suggested I made some new friends, so when I saw you, I kinda just went for it."

"So flirting's your way of making friends?"

Again, you're welcomed with a reaction far different from your expectations. He looks down at the water and rubs the back of his neck, a laugh -- nervous and quiet -- leaving his teeth. "...The way you confronted me back when we were at Waterfall," he begins, facing you, "it kinda took me off guard, so I went with the first thing I had in mind to try and ease out the mood."

A human toddler dives into the water, the splash that accompanies him almost reaching you despite his tiny self. That's enough to distract you and smile, though you look back to witness the skeleton's done the same thing. It's without a doubt he's trying not to confess his thoughts right now, so you give him space to back off if he wants to. "I…" He looks back to you, continuing with, "I was surprised to see you come up to me like that, pointing out faults I was aware we had, all without hesitation -- both back then and on the day we first met. So I guess you could call that me fallin' for you at first sight. You called me out on my mistakes after Jerry told you the truth about me, and you accepted yours without me even havin' the chance to say anything about it. You came over apologizin' for lettin' Frisk slip from your care, but then you also didn't exactly tolerate our own choices when you found out the, well... morally ambiguous implications behind my kinds' freedom."

You dip the rest of your body in the water and sit beside him. "So you fell for me at first sight?" you joke, nudging him. "I find that real hard to believe."

He chuckles and leans in closer. "Guess it was kinda more of an admiration I had for ya, at the beginning."

You do the same, sparing a glance at others nearby to make sure they aren't looking. "...I also recall you saying my stubbornness was hot?"

He nods, giving into another cheek kiss from your part this time -- one far more fleeting than the one shared at your bedroom. "Very."

The two of you back away as quickly as that moment lasts, avoiding PDA at all costs -- not only for the younger ones around, but for the current state of your relationship, and what that implies. You'd already crossed plenty of the lines and limits you'd set for yourself in terms of dating. Even the simple act of having accepted his invitation is enough to surpass them all. "I'm… I'm sorry I can't make this a serious thing," you say, looking aside. "Maybe you said it was okay to have only one date, but I... I guess it doesn't exactly feel right for me to lead you on like this."

The monster pulls you against him, giving you a hug from behind. "See what I mean, pal?" He's the one teasing you now, hands tickling your waist with how careful his movements are. "You're doin' it again."

To defend yourself, you take Sans's hands, push him away, and bring him down into the water, concluding the feat with a laugh.

Proud, you turn around -- expecting to see him drenched and unamused -- yet what you receive is prompt payback for your actions. His magic grabs your wrist, pulling you in with him. You close your eyes tight in defense, and the sensation of slow sinking is soon interrupted by you bumping right into him.

He helps you stay afloat, though you're unable to see him, water drops clouding your vision.

"Karma," he reminds you, chuckling as you both make it safe out of the pool.

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nitannichionne · 4 years ago

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Leading Lady, Chapter 15: (Almost) Sex in Seattle (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 15: Almost Sex in Seattle (Kitara POV)

I was missing him already.

Shane had to go back to Los Angeles for screen and makeup tests. I was stuck in Seattle alone for a bit and then Phoenix, but he said he'd be back by Friday for the Saturday con in Phoenix. I was planning on leaving for Phoenix that night. I kept closing my eyes remembering when he left.

"Don't look like that," he smiled at me.

"Look like what?" I asked him as he left his luggage at the door and strode to me and took me in his arms.

"Ah, that's it," he murmured, rubbing my back gently. "I'll only be gone a few days! Everything will be fine--" he tilted my chin up so that our eyes could meet. "promise." He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and stole a quick peck on the lips. "Admit it."

"What?"

"You're going to miss me." He tickled my sides. "C'mon, say it."

I looked up at him. "I am going to miss you." I felt my throat tighten.

"Aww," he gave me an extra squeeze . "I'll let you know when I land."

"Okay."

He chuckled a little, shaking his head at me. "A month of Saturdays."

"What?"

"We've been on this tour about a month of Saturdays," his expression was one of humor as he raised an eyebrow at me. "First you were running from me, now you seem like you're running to me." When he saw my discomfort, he shook his head at me. "Hid a present in the apartment."

"What?"

"I will bet you don't find it before I land in L.A."

"I bet I will!" I loved games. He knew that.

"To the victor goes the spoils!"

"What...spoils?" I gave him a squeeze.

"Heh." He turned on his heel. "Better find it."

I hastened behind him and held him again, kissing the middle of his back, and he turned to look at me. That kiss was pure instinct, I just did it. I was embarrassed.

"I'll never get out this way," he shook his head, caressing my cheek. "Missing you already." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, kissed me like he did that day in the guestroom in San Diego. I was breathless when he let me go. "Better?"

I couldn't talk.

"Time's ticking," he smiled, and walked out the door.

I stood there for awhile, just thinking of him. This time I picked a house I absolutely wanted to stay in, but it was a one bedroom cottage. He practically dared me to rent it, almost suggesting that living in such close quarters would be...risky:

"I am perfectly capable of being a gentleman, but I am not perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch," he said with a mischievous smile.

"So, we share the bedroom?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Is there a problem?"

The question hung in the air, the perfect dare, and I agreed.

Little did I know that living in close quarters with him would be so...enticing. Watching him come out of the bathroom in a towel because he forgot something or watching him sleep because I was such an early riser were perks that I'd've damn near paid for. Watching his reaction when I did the same was something. He would stop what he was doing, and I could feel his eyes following me around the room. It was as if he was touching me with looks.

Our days were sort of touristy. I wanted him to see the U.S., and there were honestly parts I hadn't seen either. We saw the needle of course, but the highlight of the week had been Snoqualmie Falls and Winery, not for the sights or the wine, but the fact that we almost crossed the line there:

"God!" I half whispered, half hissed as he braced me against the cave wall and squatted to lift me. My legs went around him instinctively, didn't think about it for a second. We were kissing as if we would never see each other again. I started sucking his tongue, tasting wine in his mouth from the first set of tastings on the tour, and he pulled back with a groan to nibble my lips because I had some strawberries and champagne earlier.

"Shhh..." He managed to push my tank top back, and when his mouth closed over my breast, I bit my lip, but the cry vibrated in my throat. He licked my neck and then went back to what he was doing before. We were grinding against each other, fully clothed and risking being caught. I was shaking, gasping because I knew in that moment, I wouldn't stop him from doing anything. The need was almost painful, my hips kept moving up and down on him for some kind of solace, and he moved with me, his breathing ragged in my ear as he nipped it.

It was the sound of other tourists in the distance that made us stop. He slowly released my legs and slid my body down his so I could feel all that I had missed. I whimpered softly nuzzling his chest as my feet touched ground.

"You," he panted. "Are a dangerous woman."

"If I am, it's entirely your fault."

The nights were the best. We had s'mores on the firepit, an American camping snack, sinful concoction of chocolate and marshmallows on graham crackers. We were both trying to watch our diets, so we only had one each the first night we did, and shared one each night after. We even roasted beer brats on the fire. We lounged in the hot tub almost every night, watching movies or listening to music on our phones or laptops. And then there was the making out--or snogging. We couldn't seem to help that, not after we'd toured Snoqualmie...

I snapped from the memory. I had to find this present!

I started in the yard. We'd spent a lot of time there. By the time the sun was high, I knew he didn't hide it there at all. I stopped to eat lunch, frustrated. He could be landing soon!

I looked over at Zeus, who was barely awake in his basket bed, and I was sure I was the one that got him up with my racket. "Some help you are!" I grumbled. He stood and...he tinkled! Tinkled?! "Zeus?" I looked at him, and thought I saw something flicker from around his neck. I immediately hit the floor in a elbow plank for a better look. "Oh, my God!" I squealed and crawled over. "Zeus, you wonderful little mutt!" I laughed, picking him up. Hooked on a ring to his tags were charms-Los Angeles, San Diego and Seattle, but there was also a key? "Oh, my God!" I scrambled for the bedroom and started going through drawers which were mostly empty. "A key means a box. I got charms, Zeus! That means a bracelet, I know it does!" I looked under the bed, pulled off the sheets and pillows, this was an all out ransack. He was landing soon-I didn't have much time! "Damn it!"

My cell started playing Hungry Like a Wolf, and I rolled my eyes. I clicked on my earpiece and kept searching.

"Hello?!" I was looking under the bed.

Shane's laughter held triumph. "Ha, I knew it!"

"I found the charms-cute by the way-" I got to my feet. "But this isn't fair!" I'm looking for two things! Charms and a bracelet, right?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"But, sweetie, you overlooked it."

I stood still. Overlooked it? I backed out of the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way. I was here, with the dog..."Oh, my God!" I heard him laughing as I returned to Zeus's bed, and pulled up the pillow he had been laying on. And there under him was a box, a flat jewelry gift box with no lock. I was confused. I opened the box and pulled out the charm bracelet. "Oh, Shane, it's beautiful." I breathed. "But what is the key for?"

"Let a man have a secret or two."

"Sha-ane!"

"Darling, that's it...for now." he chuckled. "Ride's here, talk you later."

I sighed, "Alright, be safe."

He laughed softly, making my heart flutter. "You too. Cheers."

I sat there on the couch, and began assembling my gifts. Oh, it was more beautiful than I thought. I lifted my hand to the light, admiring the sparkly thing, and I swallowed hard, tears in my eyes. I had ten more cities with him. Ten. Oh, God, what was I going to do? I took a picture of my gift, sending it to Laura immediately. My cell played Vogue by Madonna, and I picked it up. She'd gone to the concert recently, so I changed her ringer. "Oh, Lala!"

"Hey, what's up? Nice sparkly, by the way," Laura said. "Been shopping?"

"No."

"Oh...is that a gift?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, damn, honey, what's wrong?" she asked. "I mean, I'm guessing it's from Shane?"

"Yes!"

"Falling, are we?" she asked teasingly.

"He's too good to be true, Lala," I said, looking at my bracelet. "He's..."

"Don't ruin this, Kiki," Laura warned. "Maybe he's just an overdue gift from the universe."

"Lala."

"Things are finally working your way after so long," Laura said softly, her voice feeling like a hug. "Your books are flying off shelves and sites. Two are in the works for movies with no one better than your dream guy, and don't deny that he is, it's pointless with me. Go with the flow, hon." There was silence. "Kiki, I mean it."

"I know, I know you're right," I breathed. "We shared a bedroom this week, you know."

"Yes, I know," her mischievous voice returned. "How's that going?"

"Not...yet."

"I'm going to say this one more time," Laura said sternly. "Go with the flow, see where it goes. You will either end up happy as hell or with a hell of a memory. Is that bad?"

I didn't answer. "Thanks, Lala."

"Anytime, hon," she said gently. "See you in Vegas. It's your first panel."

"What?"

"They've got a panel of writers who went from digital to screen," she said happily. "You're in, and yes, bring that man with you, he's good for you."

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sourbat · 4 years ago

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Magseth 35 or 48

shackles

warning: language; implied sexual content

“Just you wait and see, Seth,” Magnus chimes with a low hum. He flops onto the cheap hotel bed, folds his long arms behind his head and utters another hectic cackle.

Seth merely glances at the reflection and can tell there’s no point in trying to butt-in once Magnus gets started. He waits for the opportune moment, when Magnus is done devising his fantastical conspiracies, then meets his stare in the mirror and says, “Right, Mags.”

“We’re so close.” Magnus kicks off a boot. “I’ve made the calls. Spoken with the man.”

“Uh-huh.”

Another boot flies into the air. In the reflection, Seth watches as Magnus jerks about, trying and failing to relax. It’s always a sight to behold. Seth’s seen some passionate men, but Magnus puts it to a whole other level. His wild hair drapes over each sharp, frantic movement, and once he catches Seth’s curious stare, misinterprets it as similar, unhinged interest. “He’s going to meet with us real soon.”

Seth nods at the reflection. “Sure ‘ting, Mags.”

“We’ll have Dethklok where we want them!” Magnus declares with a near crazed yell. He curls himself back up, sitting upright and following Seth’s movement as he breaks from the mirror. “I’ll finally…we’ll–”

Seth circles around the bed, not minding the groans of old springs that he’s since grown accustomed to. No hotel bed can compare to the plush mattresses of his glory days, but Seth finds comfort in knowing he’s sharing his bed with better company.

“We’ll get our revenge, yeah?” Seth finishes, plastering a cocky grin that riles up the taller of two, gets Magnus crawling to the edge of the bed, slipping away and reappearing behind Seth the moment he slides the closet shut.

Long fingers curl and dig into Seth’s shoulder. “I’ll make your brother pay.”

Seth feels the longing under the pressure, though he can’t say whether it’s for him, or for revenge.

It’s admittedly getting harder to tell with Magnus.

Seth glances down at the remains of the cheap suits he’s wearing, thinks of a time where he’d have maids throw Versace tops that had stains on them from a life of overabundance, and when it flashes to now, to Magnus breathing up his neck and telling him he’ll make him feel like a man again, Seth admits to himself that it’s getting harder for him to tell what he wants more.

There was a time where he’d obsessed over the prospects of getting his revenge on the band; more specifically, the woman Pickles hired to accost and tempt his now ex-wife. A nasty divorce and powerful lawyers left Seth with hardly anything, A few days later, he received a call from Mordhaus letting him know Amber and her lesbo-girlfriend were going to be handling Australia from here on end.

Revenge consumed his mind back then. Other thoughts, too. It was right about when Seth received his farewell basket from Dethklok, and those darker thoughts began to seep out the cracks of his broken mind, did Magnus appear before him. Right out of the shadows, and donning a handsome grin that reminded Seth of the bible. Something about the devil being handsome. Couldn’t remember the whole saying, but Seth could tell just by looking at him he was nothing but trouble, and considering Dethklok’s gift basket came with a loaded gun, was thankful Magnus had arrived just in the nick of time.

For a while, their obsession for revenge kept them together. They’d bitch and gripe about how Dethklok always had it easy, how much harder they had to work just to get some meager scraps of validation, only to have the band proceed to fuck the while they were down. Seth laughed when Magnus told him about the knife, and Magnus laughed at recited childhood memories starring a smaller, weaker Pickles. Seth told Magnus of his dream to win Amber back, to get back at that bitch Abigail. Seth told Magnus he didn’t even need Amber, because all women were disloyal anyways, so what was the point. Seth told Magnus not to worry about the gray, because it made him look cool. The eye made him look intimidatin’. No shirt? No problem.

Then something happens. Nine months pass, and neither of them are any closer than when they started. Sure, Mags gets a call from some unknown number, and if Seth is lucky, he catches a few words of the harsh graveled voice on the other line while Magnus takes notes and directions. They drive around to various states, pick up some folks so shady Seth spends the remainder of the drive eyeing the glove compartment with the hunting knife in it, preparing for the worst. They drop off the spooks in some undisclosed location, meet with even spookier names and faces that Seth can’t believe are real, and then they start all over.

“What’s wrong?” Magnus breathes the words into Seth’s neck. Hands slide under the bottom of his faded shirt, and the same probing fingers from before consume Seth’s senses. Magnus purrs a loving noise into his ear. “Come on,” he says, “tell me what you plan on doing with those women…”

He hasn’t thought about Amber for days. Hard to think about some useless woman when he’s got the dictionary definition of “tall, dark and handsome” tasting every inch of him whenever he has the chance. Weirdly enough, it's the same handsome fellow that’s making him think of her in the first place.

But that’s the problem, now. It’s almost been a year, and now Seth is over the divorce. He’s done thinking about whatever the hell Amber and that girlfriend of her’s are up to, and he’s sure as shit doesn’t want to think about them running Dethklok Australia. He doesn’t want to think about anything related to Dethklok. He’s sick of Dethklok, and if it weren’t for Magnus’ unyielding obsession, would have told the guy to “give it up,” and with the rest of their money, drive their asses Vegas. He wants to take Magnus to see his favorite burlesque show, use the rest of his money on a nice dinner, and maybe have a nasty threesome.

He doesn’t want to spend the last of his draining account recruiting stooges. He doesn’t want to spend another dime on Dethklok.

Hands wrap around Seth’s lanky waist. “Seth.”

Another blink, and Seth feels the weight of the band pressing against his back, but when he blinks a second time, realizes it’s only Magnus holding on to him. Slightly shaken, Seth shudders. “Take the lead, Mags,” he says through closing eyes. “Yer, uhh, really getting’ me rollin’. Keep talkin’ about what yer going to do with that Euro-dood.”

Magnus won't. Won't, or maybe can’t, but whatever the case, the guy’s obsessed with Dethklok to the extreme. Magnus talks about their rabid fans, but doesn’t see the irony when he spends late nights ranting about how he was wronged, how shitty each member is, how he’s got to get his revenge on them, gotta finalize his plans. He doesn’t seem to mind spending what little he has all in the name of revenge. Revenge for Dethklok. Seth’s asked a few times what those plans were, but never got a straight answer from Mags. It was then he knew he couldn’t say anything at all, because Magnus didn’t have a plan, and the second Seth dared to bring it up, risked losing the only thing that was currently keeping them together.

Not revenge…

“Soon, Seth,” Magnus sighs lovingly into Seth’s ear. His arms return around Seth’s waist, wrapping him into a gentle embrace. “Everything you wanted will come to fruition soon. I’ll make it happen.”

Seth says nothing, but gives a sound that Magnus takes for a sigh. He draws closer, taking blankets and sheets with him. Magnus gives Seth an affectionate squeeze, one that makes him want nothing more than to see Magnus happy, but also sends another dreaded shudder at the press of his hands, and is reminded of the shackles that keep Magnus locked in place.

The very thing he wants nothing to do with.

The only thing holding them together.

Dethklok.

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writing-radionoises · 5 years ago

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family

ship: pre-relationship akuatsu / shin soukoku, implied kunikidazai

genre: pure fluff

prompt: yosano hears that atsushi has never had a birthday party and she will not have it

notes: i wrote this for atsushi’s birthday! i love atsushi very much im going to give him the world

Ring, ring, ring.

The sound of his cellphone ringing is what brings Atsushi out of the dream world, feeling around his futon for his cellphone with his eyes closed until he, eventually, finds the damn thing.

He flips it open to answer the call, slowly opening his eyes and beginning to fully wake up.

"Good morning, Nakajima," says the voice on the other end of the call.

It's Akutagawa, which is rather strange as he never calls Atsushi.

"Akutagawa? Hey, you used my actual name!" Atsushi points out happily, sitting up, "Why are you calling?"

"Point it out and I'll continue to call you mantiger for the rest of your life," Akutagawa replied, taking a moment to cough away from the phone, "It is common courtesy to call and send birthday wishes on someone's birthday, is it not?"

Atsushi paused for a moment, "Birthday…?" He says, bringing his phone away from his ear to look at the date, "Oh, I guess it is my birthday, huh… but still, you hate me. Why would you do that?"

"It's complicated."

Atsushi rolls his eyes, "Sure. I'll get the answer out of you later. Thank you for the birthday wishes, though, Akutagawa."

There's mumbling in the other end of the phone as Atsushi gets out of bed, opening the closet door and stepping out. Kyouka had apparently already gotten dressed and left for work…

"Are you seriously embarrassed that I thanked you?"

"No! Why would I be embarrassed by that?"

Atsushi laughs, "Whatever you say, I'll talk to you later."

*Later? When I try and kill you again?"

"Probably. Bye, Akutagawa!"

Akutagawa stutters on the other end, to which Atsushi laughs a bit and hangs up, then continuing to get ready.

Atsushi gets off the train to the agency, walking in like everyday, only to see about half the agency in the room.

Dazai has himself draped across maybe three desks, lounging about carelessly as Kenji has Ranpo on his shoulders, Ranpo putting up decorations and banners with Yosano directing him where to put what.

Kyouka, Kunikida, Junichiro, and Fukuzawa are nowhere to be found.

It takes a few minutes for Atsushi to realize what the banner Ranpo and Kenji are putting up actually says, and another minute for Yosano to realize he’s here.

“Atsushi, hey!” She says, running over to him and giving him a hug, “Glad you’re finally here, happy birthday!”

Atsushi blushes for a moment, then smiling, “Ah, thank you Dr. Y-”

“Atsushi!” Dazai calls, sitting up from his spot over three desks, “Didn’t even realize you were here, how are you?”

Yosano releases him from the hug, and Atsushi turns towards Dazai, “I’m good, just, where is every-”

Within that moment, Kyouka bursts through the door with a kazoo, blowing through it half mindedly with a smile.

“Happy birthday,” she says.

Atsushi can’t help but smile back, “Thank you.”

“Food is ready in the coffee shop, courtesy of Kunikida-san and Tanazaki. Just about everyone else is already there.”

Dazai throws his legs over the desks and gets down, “Kunikida is an excellent cook, I assure you, Atsushi,” he says, throwing an arm around Atsushi’s shoulder.

Kenji sets Ranpo down, to which Ranpo sighs and sets the basket of decorations on the ground, “Finally, I’m starving!”

“Ooh, food!” Kenji exclaims, following closely behind Ranpo as they head downstairs.

Yosano ruffles Atsushi’s hair with a smile, “Kyouka-chan told me you had never celebrated your birthday before, we decided to change that.”

“Lesson twenty of being with the Armed Detective Agency, never underestimate Yosano’s ability to mother,” Dazai hummed along.

Yosano glared at Dazai, “Lesson twenty-one, I’ll kill you.”

Dazai laughs nervously.

Kyouka whistles from her place in the doorway, “Are you guys coming or not?”

“Coming!” Dazai replied eagerly, practically dragging Atsushi away as Yosano follows.

If the Agency was over the top in decorations, the coffee shop was even worse.

There were streamers and balloons everywhere, some of them had pictures of cats and bunnies drawn on them, which Atsushi could assume was Kyouka’s doing.

Tanizaki was slumped over the bar of the coffee shop while Kunikida was yelling at him, hitting him with a wooden spoon until eventually Dazai dragged Kunikida away from poor Junichiro.

Kyouka had disappeared back into the kitchen, while Yosano sat on the table, having a conversation with Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa had dressed much more casually than usual, he wore a pair of jeans with a white tee shirt over a green long sleeve. The white shirt had a picture of Atsushi printed on it, with the words “this is my son, I love him,” printed on it in comic sans.

Given what Atsushi has seen on Fukuzawa’s other casual tee shirts, this was honestly the best outcome. He had a habit of wearing various tee shirts with the most random things on it, and owned a myriad of tee shirts condemning pedophiles.

Kunikida eventually sat down at a booth with Dazai, and Atsushi joined them in that same booth.

The booth behind them housed a very tired Junichiro, Ranpo, Poe, and Kenji. Ranpo and Kenji were having a nice conversation, something about cows, while it appears Tanizaki had fallen asleep on a very uncomfortable Poe.

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile.

Eventually, Kyouka and Lucy began to bring out bowls of chazuke, giving them out to everyone before Kyouka took a seat beside Atsushi, and Lucy sat beside Yosano and Fukuzawa.

“Everyone in the agency was well aware it was your favorite dish,” Kunikida explained, watching Atsushi stare at the bowl as if he had just met god, “Kyouka-chan insisted I try to make it.”

“He taught me how to make it too,” Kyouka added on, “Thank you, Kunikida-san.”

A slight smile appeared on Kunikida’s face before Dazai elbowed him in the ribs.

“And you say you don’t even like Kyouka-chan,” Dazai teased.

“Well, I don’t!” Kunikida insisted, elbowing Dazai back as Kyouka laughed.

The agency ate happily, at some point Poe attempted to get Tanizaki off of him and accidentally woke him, resulting in Poe deciding to continuously apologize and occasionally sob about it for the next hour and a half. Yosano threw one of her heels at Dazai after he said something about Yosano being over the top, to which Dazai swiftly dodged, and instead the heel hit Kenji in the back of the head. Kenji remained unphased, however.

By the time everyone was finished with the meal, Tanizaki removed himself from his booth and went back into the kitchen, returning with a two tiered chocolate cake he had baked himself, Lucy and Fukuzawa helping him hand out the pieces.

Fukuzawa ruffled Atsushi’s hair when he passed by him, humming something about Atsushi being cute over him shocked at the fact that Junichiro actually made such a cake.

With that, gifts were slowly handed out. Kyouka had gifted him a white tiger plushie, it was one of the first things she had bought with her own money, so she was incredibly proud of it.

Junichiro, on the other hand, gave him a set of hair clips so he could properly pin back his bangs without borrowing some from him.

Yosano gave him a set of new clothes, a sweater with a cat on it with a set of shorts and knee high socks. She assured him that all of it would fit perfectly, as she had already had his measurements, somehow. Fukuzawa had gifted him a couple different picture frames with photos of Atsushi with Kyouka, Dazai, or some even with Akutagawa. It was a very cute gift, Atsushi had hugged Fukuzawa right after receiving it.

Ranpo and Poe gave Atsushi a simple basic of snacks and such, mostly Ranpo’s doing, though Poe slipped in a couple different recipes and such into the basket as well. Lucy admitted the moment she gave Atsushi a gift that she had never really given or bought gifts before, so she wasn’t entirely sure what to do, though she gave him a couple boxes of bandages and a hand made cat plushie.

More and more gifts went by, and eventually it came Dazai’s turn, to which he handed Atsushi a simple box with a purple ribbon tied around it. Atsushi rose an eyebrow as he began to untie the ribbon and open the box.

Instead was a cropped purple jacket with cuffed sleeves that ended at the elbows, the sleeves could be unbuttoned and rolled down as well. There was a zipper, and pockets on the chest, and under the folded jacket were a couple of different iron on patches.

“So, it’s sort of a tradition from where I came from to give your pupil some sort of item of clothing, usually a clothing item of your own. However, I’m well aware that we are very different in fashion tastes, so I decided to go off script a little bit,” Dazai explained.

Fukuzawa looked at Dazai with a knowing smile as Atsushi slowly began to tear up, quickly rubbing the tears away as he slipped on the jacket, rolling down the sleeves before looking at Dazai with a teary-eyed smile.

“Thank you so much, this is all too much, you guys are too kind…”

“It’s nothing at all, Nakajima,” Fukuzawa replies, “The agency is like a family, we intend to treat you like such.”

With that, the door to the coffee shop opens, and reveals a young woman with her hands up, a bag resting on her elbow. She has medium length black hair, wearing a flowy black, long sleeve dress and a white trench coat over it.

“Don’t shoot the messenger!” She calls calmly with a smile, slowly putting her hands down and making her way over to Atsushi, handing him the gift bag.

Atsushi takes the bag, staring curiously at the woman before Dazai speaks up.

“Ah, Gin, it’s good to see you,” he says with a smile, “Is your brother too embarrassed to come in himself?”

The woman, Gin, nodded, “As you know, Ryunosuke is a coward outside of work.”

“Ryunosuke?” Atsushi asked.

“Akutagawa,” Kyouka replied, softly, “Were you not aware he had a sister?”

“Really? That’s a shame,” Gin replied a frown, “We’ve even met before, many times!”

Atsushi can’t help but look at her in confusion, scanning his memory for some sort of memory of this woman before it hits him.

“Oh. I’m so sorry!” He calls out, to which Gin just gives a smile, followed by holding two fingers up in a cute manner by the doorway.

“No bombs or anything, I promise!” She replied, then leaving the coffee shop and closing the door behind her.

“I feel stupid for not recognizing her,” Atsushi says with a nervous laugh.

“No need to,” Dazai reassures, “It’s her whole thing, she’s just teasing you.”

Atsushi sighs and shrugs, beginning to go through the bag.

The first thing in there is a yellow sticky note with messy, yet cute handwriting.

It reads, “From Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who’s too much of a little bitch baby to give this to you, Jinko-san! Signed, Gin.”

There’s a little heart at the end of the message, and Atsushi stifles a laugh.

Inside the bag is a soft, handmade pastel purple sweater, “Jinko” is neatly stitching over a white patch of fabric towards the top of the sweater. Below it is another sticky note, this time in purple and with much nicer, more elegant handwriting.

It reads, “Happy birthday. You’re foolish and I hate you. Please call more. -Akutagawa.”

Atsushi smiles happily, and Kyouka laughs.

“That’s cute,” she says.

Atsushi nods, “He’s kinda funny. Really bad with people.”

By the end of the day, Kyouka helps Atsushi bring everything home to their shared dorm, and Kyouka falls asleep almost instantly. Atsushi doesn’t keep her up much longer, but instead decides to sit in the kitchen chair, going through his phone when he gets a mysterious text.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 9:58 PM

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The image is Akutagawa sitting in a car with his arms crossed over his chest, pouting. He has a yellow sticky note on his face that says “stupid fucker” in Gin’s hand writing, and a hand, presumably Gin’s, pointing at him.

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, 9:59 PM

hdbchbgciasxh thank you so much for this image. ill frame it.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 10:00 PM

g IN I HATE Y OU

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 10:00 PM

you’re welcome.

Atsushi smiles, standing up from his place in the kitchen and deciding to go to bed.

As he lays in bed in the closet, he looks at his phone one last time, before drifting to sleep.

I did it, I’ve managed to live to turn nineteen, he thought.

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hawkbucks · 5 years ago

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Bucky and Steve’s entire friendship starts when Bucky spots Steve reading a Captain America comic on the playground, promptly sits down next to him, and goes: “You like Captain America? He’s cool, but I think Winter Soldier is better.” Steve, of course, is offended that this kid has the audacity to imply someone is better than his beloved Captain, so they argue about the finer points of the Captain and the Soldier, discussing their actions at such depth that you’d forget they’re just a couple of 3rd graders with scraped knees and wild hair. At the end, they agree to come to the conclusion that the Captain and the Soldier are equally as cool. Whenever they’re able–a.k.a when Bucky saves up enough of his allowance to afford a few issues for him and Steve (because, as much as Steve protests against Bucky buying him things, Bucky knows he wants that Falcon issue)–they head down to the comic store around the corner from their school run by a kindly man named Abraham. Abraham slips them snacks sometimes: bags of chips, candy bars, etc. If they prove they’re doing good at school, they also get free books. Tables and chairs are scattered around the store, usually reserved for the game nights that the store hosts, but Abraham allows them to do their schoolwork on those tables. They try to draw out their visits as long as they can, because they just love exploring the store, and Abraham is such a good guy, you know? One day, when Steve is over at Bucky’s house and they’re watching cartoons, Steve gets an idea. He turns to Bucky and proclaims that they should open up a store together. It’ll be the best store ever! Bucky sagely nods before he runs off to grab a notebook and pencils to plan it. Their store looks as follows: 3 stories at the minimum, and there’ll be a slide leading from each floor to the one below. They’ll have cool statues to put on display, a gigantic collection to sale, and a pyrotechnics display at the cash register at Bucky’s suggestion. And they’ll make a lot of money. It’ll be the best store ever.

Unfortunately, said best store ever ends up being pushed to the back burner once they realize that opening and managing a business isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially for a couple of kids. “We’ll just do it later, when we’re grown ups,” Steve says, and Bucky agrees. They grow older. Steve turns from the shortest kid on the playground to the guy that people have to crane their necks up to talk to (Bucky teases him and says that he’s become the real life Captain America. Steve retorts that that makes Bucky the Winter Soldier), and Bucky grows his hair out, looking more and more like a hipster everyday (which he vehemently denies. “Where’s your manbun?” “I will smack you.”). Interests come and go, but they still find themselves stepping into Abraham’s shop. Abraham’s older now, grayer, but he still slides them Snickers every once in a while. Bucky ends up enlisting in the army to help pay for his tuition while Steve goes to art school to get a degree in illustration. An incident with an IED later, and Bucky comes home with an honorable discharge and an empty left sleeve. Steve visits him as often as he can, usually filling in the gaps when Bucky’s own family isn’t over. Sometimes Natasha (a girl they befriended in middle school after she came dressed as Black Widow for Halloween) and Sam (a boy they got to know during freshman year of high school when he complimented Bucky on his prime taste in superheroes because of the Falcon button pinned to his backpack) drop in, with Natasha keeping him company by watching trashy reality TV with him and Sam listening to him vent and offering a shoulder if he ever needs one. Hell, Abraham sends him a card through Steve when he heard about what happened. (He ends up getting all of them gift baskets as thanks for being there. Sam tries to decline his at first, but the lure of raspberry tarts was too strong.) One day, Steve comes over with Indian takeout and turns on some good ol’ History Channel. “Speaking of history,” Steve says in between bites of naan, “do you remember that store we wanted to open when we were younger?” Hit with that blast from the past, Bucky nods. He doesn’t have the notebook that they used when they first came up with the idea, but he stills remembers the basics of what they put down. Like the pyrotechnics display that he wanted. Steve asks if he’s still open to the idea, and Bucky replies, around a mouthful of rogan josh, that he is. It’s… been a while since he’s gotten out of his apartment to do something other than shop for groceries, pop into the Chinese restaurant right next to the building, or visit the doctor for those couple of appointments about him possibly getting a prosthetic, courtesy of some company that’s looking to do test runs of their new line. A whole bunch of Googling and Binging and Yahoo Answers-ing and they think they might have a slight idea of how to start a business. Slight is the operative word here. Like with many things, they end up going to Abraham for help. Abraham is a godsend, answering all of their questions and offering to point his customer base their way once he closes up shop for good (Steve may or may not have gotten a bit misty-eyed hearing about Abraham’s inevitable retirement). Fast forward, and their shop is open. Steve drew up the logo (gotta put that degree to use somehow), while Bucky was the one who came up with the interior design (and no pyrotechnics displays). Natasha and Sam are hired, with both of them helping to run their social media presence. They get a decent amount of people at their grand opening despite their location being slightly out of the way, and apparently those people liked their experience because they end up getting a handful of regulars, most notably some guy named Clint that Natasha claims to know, a pair of Norwegian brothers named Thor and Loki that Sam swears are actual gods, a timid PhD student named Bruce, and a woman named Carol and her girlfriend, Maria who are the biggest Captain Marvel fangirls that they’ve ever met. Their popularity grows–especially after Abraham closes–and they soon find themselves making a healthy bit of profit. Healthy enough that they’re able to decorate their shop more (Natasha insists that they place a life-sized statute of Black Widow near the front doors) and they tack-on other things, like shirts and posters and snacks to sell. Bucky gets his prosthetic somewhere around the first month that they’ve been open. It’s a wickedly shiny silver, and Steve suggested that he place a red star sticker on his wrist (because his shoulder isn’t visible 99.9% of the time) to represent Bucky’s favorite hero, and Bucky actually does that. Sometimes people ask to touch it. He lets them. Sometimes people ask what happened. He deflects them. At some point, a guy walks in with ruffled hair and glasses and Bucky nearly chokes on the soda that he’s drinking. Sure, they’ve had their fair share of cute customers, but that guy’s cute, and he’s gonna end up making a fool of himself. It’s not like he can ask Steve to talk instead because Steve just went out on his damn lunch break. He tries not to stare at the guy as he peruses the shelves and rifles through the boxes of back issues they have set out in the middle of the floor. He tries really, really hard, taking his phone out and scrolling through whatever social media website and liking the replies to their posts. Every once in a while, he glances at the door, half-expecting Steve to walk in at any time.

Then the guy (now dubbed Cutie in Bucky’s mind) comes up and he smiles at Bucky in greeting and Bucky would probably sob if that wouldn’t make him come off as a complete weirdo. Cutie hauls up a veritable stack and places it on the counter. Despair courses through Bucky’s veins when he sees the Captain America comic on top, because he could do so much better. “Mmm, I’m just getting those because my friend likes Captain America,” Cutie says and oh, shit, did he say that out loud? “I’m partial to Iron Man myself.” “Iron Man’s cool an’ all,” Bucky replies, somehow managing to keep himself from running out the front door and never looking back, “but he’s not my favorite.” Cutie’s eyes flick down to the red star sticker on his wrist. “Let me guess: Winter Soldier?” Bucky clicks his tongue. “Yup.” Cutie laughs, and it’s a really nice sound that Bucky wouldn’t mind hearing again. When he’s finished ringing Cutie up, he mentions the membership that they have going and how members have a pull list and would he like to sign up? Mentally, he crosses his fingers that Cutie says yes because it would be a shame if he only got to see him once in his life. A damn, damn shame.

So, he should be thankful that Cutie says yes and he finds out that Cutie’s name is actually Tony and Tony just moved from Malibu and it was his friend James–whom he calls Rhodey–that recommended this place to him. (He goes through a list of James in his head, and figures that it most likely is James Rhodes, who also happens to be a member. He should send him a gift basket.)

Tony ends up leaving around the same time Steve comes back from his lunch break, and Steve must have this sort of sixth sense because he sends Bucky a knowing, amused look.

Tony drops by every 2nd and 4th Wednesday, and it’s always at 12:40 PM, give or take a few minutes. His pull list isn’t particularly long–or at least, it isn’t something that he needs to drop in twice a month for, but Bucky’s not going to complain, not when he’s able to see the way Tony’s eyes sparkle when the topic crosses over to a story arc that he’s passionate about or the way the tip of his tongue pokes out between his lips when he becomes engrossed in what he’s reading. They swap stories, with Bucky finding out that Tony used to be in the robotics club when he was in high school and how his father used to tell him that comics were all “bullshit,” so that threw him off of them for a bit. He always asks Bucky if he recommends something before he leaves, if he saw that episode of Game of Thrones, or if he’s simply feeling okay.

Tony’s visits last longer and longer and longer, until it’s basically just him and Bucky talking for hours on end, their topics ranging from comic cons to what they had for dinner last night. (Steve laments how he’s always the one stuck helping customers because he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt him and Tony when they look so concentrated on each other. He begs Bucky to just ask Tony out already because he can’t take it anymore.)

Bucky ends up asking Tony out on accident. Y’see, Tony was excitedly talking about the movie adaption of Iron Man that’s supposed to be coming out soon, and Bucky blurted out that he wouldn’t mind taking Tony out to see it, just the two of ‘em and some popcorn.

Tony says that he’d love to, and Bucky wonders if he should thank Steve for going out to lunch those few months ago.

#pull list au

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hejer-maomao · 5 years ago

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Your requests are open woohoo!!! There is a fluffy one from me... Could I please get HCs from how Ray, Zero (or Fenrir, I just love the two Aces) and Jonah would propose to MC? Thank you!💕

Hewo darling ｡◕‿‿◕｡I’m really happy to see you excited about my Ask Box’s re-opening!

Your request is something I’ve been dying to write about and you happen to choose all of my favorites suitors! And since tomorrow is my birthday (yes, your girl is growing old already (─‿‿─), I thought about rewarding myself through this ❤

I hope you enjoy (｡◕‿◕｡)

Ray, Zero and Jonah proposing to the MC:

Ray:

Ray’s proposal came on a mundane sunny day, out of the blue. Spontaneously, naturally, as if it were the only obvious thing to do at that exact moment.

It was a Sunday, and you both had a late start to the day, Ray’s morning meeting being postponed for a reason or another and you feeling too lazy to get up. You snuggled together on the bed, both of your bodies basking in the tender sun rays seeping through the curtains. Your head was resting on Ray’s bare chest, your hands drawing senseless patterns on his muscular abdomen. His head was leaning on yours, emerald eyes affectionately gazing at you as he lazily threaded his slender fingers through your hair, sending delicious shivers along your whole body.

You both cuddled closely for a while, when Ray started dropping soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips and down your neck until he reached your bare chest. His kisses turned more teasing and open-mouthed as he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin there, his hands coming up to remove the sheets off your naked body and caressing your thighs, drawing closer and closer upwards. You softly loaned, relaxing your muscles and allowing your lover to shower you in kisses and touches, already anticipating more pleasure to come, when the soft noise of a familiar bell echoed in the room, and then Belle was jumping on top of Ray’s head, meowing in protest.

You both halted in your movements and stared at each other for a few seconds, before exploding in a heartfelt laughter. You extended your hands and gently picked up Belle to cradle her in your arms, lovingly cooing at her.

Ray slowly parted his body from yours, feeling slightly disappointed that he was stopped, but not really angry as he gently smiled at you both.

He gazed at you as you tenderly kissed Belle’s nose and giggled as she tried to stop you with her pink paw, and his breath suddenly hitched in his throat.

It was as if all of his feelings of love, respect and pure affection towards you all melted within his chest and they were ready to burst at any second, and it finally hit him.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

He wants to wake up everyday with you by his side, hear your beautiful laughter echo in his ears and feel your warm skin under his fingertips. He wants to taste your awful cooking and argue you with over stupid things just so he can make up with you with a kiss and a piece of chocolate. He wants and he wants and he wants and the list just keeps on going endlessly.

Ray simply wants you to be in his life, forever.

“Would you marry me?”

The words were out of his lips before he could even register what he was saying, but Ray was sure that it was his heart speaking at that moment. The words simply felt right.

You stared at him, mouth agape in shock at the unexpected proposal, not even noticing when Belle slipped out of your hands and jumped soundlessly into the floor, momentarily forgotten.

Your face washed blank with confusion and every muscle of your body just froze. Ray laughed, his voice light and happy and so, so dear to you, and said: “You look so silly staring at me like that! Close your mouth or flies will go inside.”

Ah, your brain finally registered, this was the man you love asking you to spend eternity by his side. How could you ever refuse?

Shoving the blankets around you, you threw yourself at Ray who hastily caught you in his arms. Before he could utter a word, he felt hot tears falling on his shoulder, and your voice, firm and so full of affection resounding in his ears:

“Yes, yes, yes!!”

Ray closed his eyes and smiled.

Zero:

While Zero’s proposal was not exactly impulsive nor spontaneous -he did plan it out a few months beforehand- your lover still kept it affectionately natural, tenderly simple and special, a proposal of a lifetime, only fit for you.

It was on one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun that Zero requested a day-off and took you on a short trip to the outskirts of the Red Territory to a field of flowers.

The beautiful meadow stretchered as far as the eye can see, colorful flowers ornamented its surface, dancing lightly under the refreshing breeze.The air was deliciously flavored with the fragrance of each of these dazzling blossoms, your nose easily picking out your favorite scent of jasmine. The azure sky above-head was tranquilly empty but for a few fluffy clouds, drifting slowly here and there.

Zero gently smiled at you as you swept your eyes around the field in amazement, relief washing over his senses at the success of his first step. He tenderly took your hand, and intertwined your fingers together before leading you deeper into the field, until you reached the soft blankets and the covered basket prepared beforehand by Zero. Once you spot the picnic items, you turn your delighted face towards your lover, clearly pleased with the surprise.

Zero ushered you to sit down on the blanket before he pulled up a neat bouquet of vibrant sunflowers, gently offering it to you. He watched in fondness as you cradled the lovely flowers that you rival in beauty between your arms, gladly accepting the tender peck you later placed on his cheek as a thank you.

After came the food, the key element to please a gourmand such as you. Golden and crisp Cubano sandwiches accompanied a classical Stuffed Focaccia and a Spring Greens Caesar salad with pickled shallot. The desert was soft and gooey coffee and walnut cupcakes which never fail at making you sigh in satisfaction.

After lunch, you both lay down on your backs, hands never leaving each other, staring at the calming sky. The moment of truth was slowly approaching as you start to drift in a light sleep, lulled by the delicious food and the nice breeze playing with the flowers around you, a content smile on your lips. Zero checked for the million time the velvet box residing in his pocket, and opened his mouth to finally utter those four words he desperately rehearsed over and over again for the past few months, but nothing came out.

His heavy heartbeat echoed in his own ears and he felt cold sweat trailing on his back, crippling fear sneaking in and seizing his heart, squeezing it between its clutches. For a few seconds, Zero couldn’t breathe.

‘Are you even worthy of her?’ the ugly demons that the Ace of Hearts fought with every single day of his life viciously awakened and whispered to him. ‘Can you even make her happy? Someone like you, who is nothing but an empty shell will do nothing but make her cry and disappoint her.’

Zero shook his head in denial, but the heinous voices did not stop. ‘You do not deserve to bask in the sunlight, Zero. You will only taint her with your darkness if you remain by her side. Leave her if you truly wish her happiness.’

The light was slowly starting to fade away from Zero’s eyes when you unconsciously stirred by his side, tightening your hold on his hand and forcing him back into reality once again.

The scene which greeted him after he exited the horrible darkness residing in his heart was you, eyes still closed in the middle of the dazzling flowers, his hand still in yours, and the world around you gentle and warm. Zero, perhaps for the first time in his life, felt as if it was time to let go of the past. It was time to forgive himself.

“Would you marry me?”

The long-awaited words soon echoed in the empty field, the wind carrying the teary yet joyful “Yes!!” that followed right behind.

Jonah:

Jonah planned this marriage proposal for more than three months, earnestly going through each and every detail down to the second, checked and rechecked over and over again until there was nothing left to chance. He obsessively and personally chose every object and every person involved in the process.

From he location, a splendid manor owned by the Clemence family in the heart of the Red Territory, to the expensive and extremely famous orchestra which will be playing the music. The food was prepared by the most talented chef in all of Cradle, the menu tasted by Jonah himself and changed multiple times until the Queen of Hearts was fully satisfied with every item on it. The personnel, who will be serving you dinner, were handpicked by Jonah and approved by Edgar as both harmless and efficient. Your outfit, a gift also prepared by Jonah, was a customized, one-of-a-kind empire waist dress, sewn with the finest silk and ornamented with gorgeous sapphire and lavish topazes.

Everything was lush and grand. Jonah spared no expense in order to organize the most stunning, sublime and perfect marriage proposal, worthy of your approval. A proposal fit for the future Mrs. Clemence.

The fateful night soon arrived and Jonah manged to convince you that you were heading for a certain party that his family was hosting, claiming that the dress code was extremely strict. Although you were still suspicious of the extremely expensive dress you were offered, a dress fit for a queen, you joked to Jonah as you fixed your make-up in front of the mirror, you still accepted Jonah's made-up lie and went ahead with his plan, unaware of his true objective.

When the carriage stopped in front of the mansion chosen for the night, Jonah helped you descend and offered you his arm, which you gladly took. In order to reach the estate’s entrance from the main gate, you had to cross a vast garden, impeccably trimmed and taken care of, you noted as you both walked together on the marble pathway, lit by the faint moonlight.

Jonah’s heart was beating too fast, he felt it almost trying to escape from his rib-cage, his frazzled nerves jumping all together, and all in different directions. Jonah swallowed the lump formed in his throat and tried his best to reason with himself. A lavish dinner followed by a romantic dance before he finally utters the words he’s been desperately practicing. Easy enough, right?

I can do it, Jonah thought to himself with his fists clenched, and turned around to tell you that the entrance was near, only to find you few meters behind him, crouched on the ground, heedless of your expensive dress touching the floor.

“Darling?” Jonah curiously called out as he retraced his steps and made his way back to you, wondering what held you back.

Once he reached you, he extended a hand and helped you up, slightly bending down to see the object that caught your eye. Nestled in your palm was a tiny yellowish-orange rock which you were poking with one finger, gazing affectionately at it.

Jonah’s confusion did not dissipate, and he wondered why on earth would you get out of your way to purposely pick up a normal rock, with no unique features.

Noticing your lover’s puzzled gaze, you softly laughed and tilted your head to the side, bringing up the small rock closer to your chest.

“Don’t you think it looks just like your eyes?” You gently whispered, and Jonah’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart melting within his chest.

What only seemed to him a dull, mundane rock was in your eyes something that reminded you of him. That went to show just how much you thought of him to the point of seeing a part of your lover in everything around you.

Jonah dropped his gaze to the ground feeling hot tears gathering behind his eyelids and clutched at his chest, harshly biting his lower lip.

Oh God, I love her so much...

All of his plans fell into the water at that instant. Jonah carelessly discarded all the fancy food, elegant music and professional staff waiting for you only few meters away, and dropped to one knee, pulling out the ring box from his pocket.

Thar moment, where your gaze was full of love for Jonah and his chest full of love for you was the perfect moment to propose. No expensive dinner under the candlelight could ever compete.

Jonah looked up at you, one hand covering your mouth and the other still tightly holding the rock and saw his future in your eyes.

He saw the strong and capable woman he fell in love with, the woman who accepted him with all of his flaws and opened her heart to him, never attempting to change him to her own tastes. The woman who taught him that it’s okay not to be perfect at all times, that it’s okay to make mistakes, that it’s okay not to be okay, and still be loved despite all of his weaknesses.

He saw the love of his life who stood by his side in the bad moments just like in the good ones, the one who supported him and never left his side when the whole world was against him. The woman who believed in him when no one else did and when no one else would. The woman whom he will love, no matter what happens.

“Would you marry me?”

Nothing felt more right than those words.

The quiet night soon echoed your loud and elated “Yes!” as you jumped into Jonah’s arms.

This was such a pleasure to write! I was smiling the whole time I was typing these out, and I felt SOO happy while re-reading them! Thank you for the lovely request ❤

#ikemen revolution #ray blackwell #ikerev zero #Jonah Clemence #it's 1 am here #and I'm still smiling at these!!#I probably went a little overboard with the details though #(✿´‿`)#what can I do #also man #growing up is cool and not cool at the same time!#what I love about my birthday is the fact that I can act spoiled without anyone complaining #hehehehe (▰˘◡˘▰)#oh #the cake is also another cool factor!#I loveee chocolate!

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