#* / Small nod to Al there haha

[dreams-and-drabbles]

New Anon here again, the one that asked for recent al haitham one, I've love it! let's asked for something wholesome, like a break from reading those Angsty stuff, am I right ? So themes are (Capitano X Bakery reader) Op is like this baker, like somehow one day they were working on a small bakery in snezhnaya they owned, suddenly being assign to be the Harbingers personal baker (because Columbina convinced Knave to make her one). Now here we are, they improvised took out their old recipe book and observed what the Harbingers would like till they figure it out. But one particular Harbinger stuck out to them the most, not only was he hard to read but also rather mysterious thanks to that masked on, hard to read the man's expression if we can't see his face, so their mission is to find what Capitano likes, no matter how rather annoying they can be. Or the amount of times they stood over the side of his bed watching him sleep. Or even follow him around, If they crazy enough to write down notes while watching dottore experiment on something. they'll figure it out! Mwuahaha! That's all. Honestly don't follow every verdict of this just have fun^^!

Oh my, oh my! Welcome back, anon! Such a fun idea, too! I’d be happy to write this! So, it took a bit, haha! I may have gotten a little toooo invested in the plot, but I hope you like it!

Sugar Rush

🍬 FATUI HARBINGERS X GN! READER 🍬

[F/N] sighed, flipping the sign on the door. The tangy smell of orange and cranberry flit through the air, as they made their final rounds inside the building.

The building in question, was a small brick shop. From the outside it didn’t look like anything special, but the shop was one of the most well known, in the small countryside town.

The interior was painted a lovely cream, with small beige flowers zigzagging across in a pattern. Several dark oak tables were spaced out across the front of the shop, a lacy white tablecloth decorating each of them. On the building’s walls hung several paintings, each of them depicting a variety of different flowers.

The front door opened with a chime, and [F/N] scurried out from the back, where they’d been removing a batch of cranberry orange muffins from a small brick stove.

They waved at the person entering with a smile, their curiosity piqued when they noticed the figure wasn’t one they’d seen before.

[F/N] set the tray down, hurrying to greet their customer properly.

“Welcome! Is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted, their tone chipper.

The figure glanced at them, and [F/N] felt as though they’d overlooked something—

The customer was a seemingly young girl of petite stature, her face was rather doll-like, and golden hair fell down her back in waves.

The girl smiled at them, and [F/N] felt chills cross their spine.

“Yes. Are you the owner?”

The girl asked, her tone sweet.

[F/N] shook themselves from those thoughts, offering the girl a small smile.

“Yes, I am. Would you like to order something?”

The girl’s lips curled upwards and she glanced around, before nodding.

“Yes, I think so. Could I get one of those muffins please?”

She asked, her tone soft.

[F/N] nodded, packaging one of the muffins and passing the bag to the girl with a smile.

She glanced at [F/N] a glint in her eyes, as she handed them a few mora.

“A word of advice… You should really pay more attention to your surroundings. You might miss something important and well, that would be just dreadful.”

The girl chirped, leaving [F/N] staring after her in confusion. It was only when they closed shop that night that the reason for their feeling hit them, as they recalled the description of the Harbingers…

That girl had been the Knave…

Oh. Oh dear.

Well, fortunately for them, she’d been tolerant of their ignorance…

She’d even warned them, so that was good…

Right?

After that particular encounter, [F/N] had taken it upon themselves to familiarize themselves with the defining features of each harbinger.

While they doubted they’d ever end up encountering one of them again, they didn’t dare make the same mistake.

Their doubt proved wrong as a week later, the Knave returned, this time dragging along another one of the Harbingers—

The Fair Lady, [F/N]’s mind supplied—

La Signora.

The harbinger in question looked positively bored as she glanced around the bakery, and [F/N] greeted both of them with a polite bow.

The Knave clapped her hands together, a smile spreading out across her face.

“Oh! Look at that!They took my advice! How incredibly sweet!”

The taller of the two women rolled her eyes, scoffing at the girl’s explanation.

Pale blue eyes looked over [F/N]’s figure, before narrowing.

“The cranberry orange muffin the Knave brought back, I’d like one of them, and ah…”

The Harbinger trailed off, her gaze landing on the cake display, before her gaze returned to [F/N].

“And a slice of the opera cake.”

[F/N] nodded, immediately rushing to grab the pastries La Signora had requested.

They packaged them neatly, handing the two small packages to the harbinger with a polite smile.

The Harbinger’s gaze fell on their hands, before she clicked her tongue, and left the bakery with a swoop of her cloak.

[F/N] watched the Harbinger leave, with a carefully schooled expression.

They didn’t dare to let their irritation show.

The Knave cackled, the high pitched laughter eerie, and not at all adding up with her admittedly cute appearance.

“Don’t mind my coworker, [F/N]. It’s typical of her to leave in such a manner. As much as she gets on Tartaglia about his flare for drama, she’s quite dramatic herself. Tsk, tsk… Oh, dear me! You’re not acquainted with my coworkers, are you? Do pardon my rudeness.”

The Knave rambled, her tone equal parts soft and cold.

[F/N] nodded, their brows furrowing slightly.

“Of course, is there anything you’d like to order?”

They ask, their tone slow and cautious.

The Knave grinned, before shaking her head, and skipping out the front door.

When [F/N] was sure both Harbingers were out of earshot, they let out a shaky breath.

They buried their face in their hands, their tone despairing.

“What did I do to deserve this…?”

A deep chuckle broke them from their thoughts, and their gaze quickly snapped to the door.

They resisted the urge to curse, recognizing yet another Harbinger propped against the Bakery’s front door.

“Perhaps, if your baking was not so delectable, they wouldn’t bother you as much. I apologize for the interruption, but I found myself curious. The Knave’s been quite distracted recently, which I assume was your fault. I caught her and Signora slipping in here this morning.”

[F/N]’a mouth went dry as they took in the rather imposing form of Dottore.

The Second of The Fatui Harbingers…

Their entire being begged them to run, to get away, to—

They shook themselves from their thoughts, watching as the Harbinger made his way through the kitchen. He stopped once, picking up an eclair from one of the display cases, and biting into it.

[F/N] once again resists the urge to scowl, watching as the Harbinger wiped the cream from his lips.

“How fascinating… Well, I can certainly see the charm. I’m sure we’ll see cross paths again, [F/N]. Until then.”

He said, waving lazily over his shoulder, and strolling out the door.

[F/N]’s eyes narrowed angrily after he left, and they muttered an angry stream of curses under their breath.

Surprisingly, after this incident, [F/N] doesn’t see any of the Harbingers again.

They’re almost convinced that they’d been forgotten, when around a month or so later, they’re greeted by the sight of The Knave.

Accompanying them is a figure who couldn’t be anyone other than Columbina…

The Knave grins, waving at them excitedly.

“Is this the one, Sandrone?” Columbina asks, her tone a soft coo.

The Knave’s eyes glisten as she stares at [F/N].

[F/N] feels their veins turn to liquid ice, as they take in the hungry gaze of the Habinger.

Columbina hums, approaching them with a soft smile on their face.

“We’d like to offer you a position, [F/N].”

[F/N]’s mouth falls open in shock and they’re about ready to protest because, really—

They can’t fight! They’re not trained or anythi—

“Not as a harbinger, but as a baker. Your treats are delectable, and the bakery is rather out of the way…It would be more convenient to have you close by. You don’t have to agree to this, either.”

[F/N]’s eyes widened and they paused, they hadn’t expected that—

Columbina said they could say no, but they’d heard stories…

People who’d refused the Harbingers…

People who disappeared with no explanation. There one day. Gone the next.

Would that happen to them too, if they declined?

“I’d be happy to take up the position.”

[F/N] managed, their tone soft.

Columbina smiled.

It sent chills down their spine.

“Lovely. I was hoping you’d say that.”

[F/N] matched her smile, crafting a smile of their own.

The move was quick.

[F/N] supposed that was one of the perks of being close to the Tsaritsa…

The people of Snezhnaya didn’t dare spare any expense on their archon, or those close to her by extension.

Settling into their new workplace was something different all together.

They’d been given a nice space with all the necessities to make sweets.

It was fancy, well furnished, and lacked nothing, yet—

Yet, part of them still very much missed their flower covered walls, and dark oak tables…

They were to be taking orders from the Harbingers when asked, and had set times in their schedule to prepare sweets.

All in all, it wasn’t bad.

Really.

Dottore would stop by a couple times here and there to watch them bake.

He was usually very quiet and it was easy to forget he was there, at times…

It was rather unnerving, actually.

It was also a little comforting.

[F/N] was grateful for his quiet company, even if they suspected he was only doing so to study them.

The first new Harbinger they met there was Arlecchino, who had immediately asked them if they could prepare a batch of sweets for the children at the orphanage.

Well, ordered was probably a better term.

The Harbinger entered their office, her expression a fierce scowl, before she stated it was one of the children’s birthday, and that she needed cupcakes.

[F/N] immediately set to work, asking if any of the children had allergies, to which they received a ‘no’ from Arlecchino.

An hour or so later, and they’d finished a batch of beautifully decorated cupcakes.

The cake itself being angel food and the frosting a lovely buttercream with a strawberry glaze.

Arlecchino had stared at the cupcakes blankly, before fixing them with a smile.

“This looks delightful. You’re quite the baker. Thank you. I’m sure the children will love it.”

[F/N] stared after her in shock, as that was likely the most normal interaction they’d had since working here.

Arlecchino joined Dottore in watching them bake.

She was less quiet than Dottore, and took to asking [F/N] questions about their baking methods.

[F/N] answered the best they could.

Arlecchino seemed content with that, so really it was a win.

They met the Jester for the first time a week after baking the cupcakes for Arlecchino.

He’d simply walked in, grabbed one of the breakfast sandwiches they’d been asked to prepare that morning, and had left.

Not after giving them a polite nod, however.

This routine continued on and off throughout the times Pierro was at the headquarters.

He’d come in, grab food, nod or greet them, then leave. It took a couple of visits, but [F/N] was finally able to figure out his preferences.

They tried to have the dishes he liked prepped alongside the breakfast meals.

If he was aware of this, he didn’t say anything, but [F/N] swore he smiled the slightest bit when he came into grab breakfast the next couple of times.

Pantalone was interesting.

He had a love for coming up with incredibly complex cake designs and always ordered at outlandishly late hours.

[F/N]’s opinion on him was, as such:

The man was a sadist.

He smiled at them, nibbling at the end of a chocolate covered strawberry.

“As always, your performance is excellent. I do wish some of the workers here had such a refined work ethic. Unfortunately, they’re not quite as flexible with their hours. Work rules and such.”

[F/N] smiled at him, unable to keep their brow from twitching.

“How unfortunate for you.” They said, their smile strained.

Pantalone’s smile widened, and he nodded, his expression one of mock disappointment.

“Why, yes. Highly unfortunate. Fortunately, my favorite baker has a fair bit of wiggle room. Without a little something to sweeten the day, I believe I’d be truly distraught. I’ll see you tomorrow evening, of course. Do rest well, [F/N].”

Pantalone bit back, a false smile on his lips, as he waved his goodbye.

[F/N] huffed, shaking their head.

They couldn’t help the exasperated smile that made its way to their lips.

He was irritating yet—

Favorite baker, huh?

The sixth of the Fatui Harbingers was hard to please. The Balladeer liked to find anything he could to nit pick when it came to their baking, and when he couldn’t (Which was more often than not— [F/N] prided themselves on their baking. ) he took to complaining about how sparce the decorations were in their kitchen.

They were a baker, not an interior designer.

They did notice that the sixth never seemed to order anything sweet, whether it stemmed from dislike or not, they dared not ask.

Instead, they took to making more savory foods, and set aside the dishes he preferred, similarly to what they did for Pierro.

A few weeks later, a bunch of the sixth’s soldiers waltzed into the kitchen and set up a bunch of paintings on the wall.

They were flowers…

The paintings were incredibly similar to the ones [F/N] had in their old bakery…

The sixth was surprisingly cute at times...

He just didn’t know how to talk to people, and well, he’d at least helped fix the decoration problem.

The Eleventh harbinger was obnoxious, yet simultaneously endearing.

He had too much energy, and the first time they’d met him, he’d asked if they thought chopsticks could be used as weapons.

How were they supposed to know?

They were a baker, not a weapons master.

Still, they’d responded with a small smile and had said they were pretty sure anything could classify as a weapon if used as one.

That, apparently had been the wrong thing to say, as the next week or so the eleventh in an attempt to test their statement, had opted to challenging the recruits to fights wielding a variety of all sorts of different things—

One time, he’d even grabbed a muffin from their kitchen and had thrown it at some poor, unsuspecting recruit.

Still, the next time he spoke to them, he was wearing a wide grin as he told them ‘they were right, and anything could become a weapon.’

[F/N]’s response had been a tired smile and a long drawn sip of their coffee.

They’d been drinking a lot of that, recently—

Pulcinella, fortunately, had managed to reign Childe in.

Thank goodness for that.

[F/N] wasn’t sure how long their coffee supply would last, and as entertaining as Childe was—

They’d rather their dishes be eaten, as was intended, as opposed to being thrown about in an attempt to fight.

They really did work hard on what all they baked.

Truly.

[F/N]’s favorite of the Harbingers had to be Capitano, however.

He was always very polite to them, and their interactions were always the most normal.

It felt natural.

He’d come in, grab some breakfast, and converse with them for thirty minutes or so, before leaving to train his troops.

They’d started to look forward to his visits.

Sometimes, they’d attempt to sneak a glance at his face. Capitano seemed to take great amusement in foiling their attempts.

[F/N] sighed, earning a raised brow from Dottore.

“Capitano has a particular weakness to zucchini bread.” The Doctor drawled, his lips curled up into a smile.

[F/N] stared at him blankly, their expression confused.

“In fact, when he’s presented with such a dish he has trouble not eating all of it on the spot.”

Dottore continued and [F/N]’s eyes widened, as realization hit them.

“Oh. Oh! Thank you.”

They managed, their eyes wide with surprise.

Dottore chuckled, waving them off.

“Don’t mention it. Your pathetic attempts at glimpsing his face were amusing at first, but now they’re rather sad. My, even Signora felt a bit sorry for you.”

[F/N] rolled their eyes, snorting at his words.

“For some reason, I doubt that.”

Dottore chuckled, bringing a hand to his chin.

“You’d be surprised just how far a thoughtful remark and nice slice of cake can get you. People are often quick to write off simple acts as that, but I find that it’s much easier to get those to bend towards your will with a few well placed acts of kindness.”

[F/N] hummed, grabbing the materials to make Zucchini Bread.

“If you have a specific request in mind, just say so.”

The Doctor chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Very well, in that case— I’d very much like some Red Velvet cake.”

[F/N] nodded, setting aside the ingredients to make the cake for Dottore, as well.

They set off to baking, their eyes trailing to the door upon hearing Arlecchino enter.

She took to watching them bake, as usual.

“Would you like to join me for a day, and I’ll teach you a few recipes sometime?” [F/N] asked, as they loaded two separate pans into the oven.

One for the Zucchini bread, and one for Dottore’s red velvet cake.

Arlecchino paused, before smirking at them.

“Oh, yes. That would be nice. Would this weekend work? Actually, if you could teach me how to make those cupcakes you did…”

She mused, her eyes glinting.

[F/N] nodded, “Saturday works fine.”

Arlecchino smiled, her expression cheerful.

“Excellent. I’ll be looking forward to it, then.”

[F/N] nodded, their expression pensive.

Arlecchino was almost always civil, but she was rather hard to decipher.

[F/N] had a suspicion that there was more to the harbinger than she let on.

Dottore spoke up after Arlecchino left.

“She’s rather fond of you.”

[F/N] bit back a retort, shaking their head.

“I wonder why.”

The Doctor chuckled, his hid tilted slightly to the side. “Don’t we all?”

[F/N] pushed the finished cake over to him silently, caught up in thought.

The Knave dropped by later that afternoon, excitedly rambling about her newest invention.

[F/N] listened with a polite smile, Dottore’s words still swimming in their head.

Why was everyone so nice to them…?

The Knave left, her arms full of cranberry orange muffins, as she gave [F/N] a cheerful goodbye.

Pulcinella stopped by, offering them a decent sum of mora for a copy of their recipe book.

They said no, much to the older man’s amusement.

He seemed sure that their recipes would make nothing short of a fortune, but the book was theirs.

He’d been surprisingly understanding of that, and jokingly suggested that should they keep using it so religiously, the book may hold some merit in the future as a catalyst.

Their response had been, it could be a catalyst now, if not a physical one.

His response to that had been that they spent too much time with Childe.

That statement technically wasn’t false…

Childe was a frequent visitor to the kitchen, and often regaled them with tales of his countless battles.

They had a suspicion he was lonely.

They were too.

They welcomed the company.

The sixth also liked to stop by, but he was almost always quiet, and used the kitchen as a get away.

In the Balladeer’s words, ‘The environment was less suffocating.’

[F/N] was content to work quietly when the Sixth stopped by, as they could understand the need for a safe space.

It was nice to at least have the option for company.

They handed Capitano the zucchini bread when he entered, watching with ill concealed interest, as he observed the dish.

“Dottore… I’ll have to speak with him…”

Capitano murmured, his grip on the bread tight.

[F/N] frowned, their brows furrowing, earning a soft chuckle from Capitano.

He brought his hand up to ruffle their hair, affection clearly in his tone as he spoke.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. Not even Dottore has seen my face. Don’t fret too much about something that may or may not be there, [F/N]…”

[F/N]’s eyes widened and they barely managed to process Capitano’a words, before he removed his hand from their head, and left the kitchen.

“Wait—! Wait… You don’t mean…”

No, that was silly.

There was no way…

Right?!

[F/N]’s first question to Pierro was “Capitano has a face, doesn’t he?”

Pierro nearly dropped his breakfast.

Of all the ways he’d expected [F/N] to finally strike up conversation with him, it had not been that.

[merlyn-bane]

Codywan Order 63 - Day One, Fantasy / Fake Relationship

A/N: The writing for this fought me the entire time, but I did my best and this is what I was able to turn out in time for the event. Might come back to it later, might not. Totally unbeta'd haha. Very proud of the art, though. Please enjoy Cody's very lovely beard. We support bearded she-dwarves in this house.

Thanks so much for putting this on, @order63.

After three years of it dragging on, unrelenting, it feels unreal. Impossible. But the fallen, empty forms of the Wizard’s machines littering the field around them should be proof enough, she supposes. They’d all collapsed seemingly at once, mid-battle, just—gone out, like extinguished candles. 

The war is over.

Three years struggling to fell them with swords and axes and arrows and just about anything else they could scrounge up, and she’d never seen them do that. 

A strong hand grips Obi-Wan ‘round to face its owner, undeniable, and Obi-Wan resigns herself to the critical gaze of the warm brown eyes she finds when she glances up. 

Cody.

“No, Cody,” Obi-Wan agrees with a small smile, not stepping back the way she perhaps ought to. The other woman is…standing very close. “Nor are you, from the looks of it.”

“You’re not hurt,” the dwarf maiden asserts brusquely after several seconds of assessment of Obi-Wan’s person, as if Obi-Wan isn’t aware of that. Obi-Wan only hears the relieved concern there, she thinks, because she has grown to know Cody so well.

And because Cody is still holding onto her by the shoulders.

Cody scoffs, as though the very notion of her taking injury from one of Sidious’s machines is preposterous. Then, Obi-Wan has seen her commander tackle the thrice-damned things before with nary a scratch, so perhaps it is that. 

“We should return to camp,” Cody says, and Obi-Wan can only nod along. “Rejoin with the others. And perhaps that crazy old fool will have returned.”

Obi-Wan snorts as she always does when Cody refers to one of the greatest wizards of their age as the crazy old fool, shaking her head as she finally finds it in herself to step away. “Ever onward, then, Commander,” she says, and tries not to think about how much she’ll miss her when she must return home.

---

Yoda has indeed returned by the time they and their men make it back to camp, joined by Windu the Purple, who seems to have somehow managed to earn Cody’s hard-won respect despite being of the same kind as Yoda. One of them manages to see sense beyond their magic, Cody had grumbled, the one time Obi-Wan asked.

It warms her, to see that they both managed to survive their fight with the dark wizard. Today had been a last stand if it had been anything.

There is much celebrating that night, obviously, in the wake of their victory; Cody’s family and all manner of others that had joined them in the fight for Middle Earth, even a couple of old wizards and a stray hobbit. The ale flows freely, and Obi-Wan’s a little more than fuzzy on most of it by morning.

But she doesn’t think she’ll ever manage to forget the way Cody’s warm brown eyes burned into her own across the fire.

---

Obi-Wan rises early the next morning despite the ache in her skull and sets to work packing her things to head home as soon as she’s finished blinking the sleep out of her eyes. 

The longer she waits, she knows, the harder it will be to leave. She’s already dreading her goodbyes to all of these people that she’s fought beside the last few years, not…least of all Cody. She still doesn’t quite know how she will handle the other woman’s departure from her side, where she’s been such a stable fixture through—all of this, but she knows that Cody must return to her home—to her ancestral halls, to her family and all of her responsibilities contained there—and Obi-Wan must return to her own. Goodness knows it will already be an absolute nightmare trying to reclaim her silverware.

If anyone has lain their sticky fingers upon her teapot, Obi-Wan may have to flay them. 

All told, packing does not take long. Obi-Wan had not taken much with her when the wizards came, and she does not have much now.

“If you do not at least wear your mithril, I will be very cross with you,” a voice informs her from the entrance. Obi-Wan whirls around to find Cody there, one of her brows raised in judgement as though she thinks Obi-Wan can not see the soft, almost indulgent curve of her mouth, framed as it is by a truly magnificent beard the likes of which Obi-Wan cannot say with honesty that she had fancied prior to their acquaintance—

“It is not as though I’m bound for another battlefield, Cody,” Obi-Wan forces herself to reply, blessedly even. Cody’s lovely eyes narrow, and Obi-Wan sighs as she resigns herself to this conversation. 

“That hardly implies safety,” Cody says rather expressively, sure enough. “It is bad enough that I can’t even get you to wear shoes—”

“Hobbit—”

“—but Mahal damn me if I allow us to make this trek with you unprotected entirely!”

Obi-Wan holds up a hand. “Us?”

Cody blinks, looking at Obi-Wan as if she’s stupid. It is, perhaps, a little rude, she thinks. “I am escorting you home,” she informs Obi-Wan like a fact, adjusting the pack over her shoulder that Obi-Wan’s only just noticing.

“Cody, that really isn’t—”

“—up for debate,” Cody smiles, raising her brow again, teasing. “You are a trouble magnet, Kenobi, and it would be a foolish waste to lose you after you’ve managed to survive all this.”

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, intelligently. She hopes Cody reads her red face as embarrassment or exasperation. 

Cody winks and reaches down to grab Obi-Wan’s bag, but not before digging her mithril shirt out of it to toss at Obi-Wan. “Glad that’s settled, then.”

---

Obi-Wan is well familiar with the sentiment that one can never truly go home. This was not her first time leaving the Shire to pick up a sword, after all. She’d been…much younger, that first time, but the gentle hills she’d grown up in had felt just as alien when she returned then as they suddenly do now. It had taken her years to truly feel settled again; she supposes it will be much the same now. 

Cody’s head appears to remain on a constant swivel as they make their way down the path that leads down into the village, though it seems to be more curiosity now than the constant vigilance it had been the rest of their journey. Like she’s interested in seeing Obi-Wan’s home, rather than just…making sure she returned to it in one piece.

Obi-Wan quickly absolves herself of that notion, shaking her head firmly. She wrestles those feelings back down deep in a locked box where they belong; Cody is only here out of a sense of duty, nothing more. One last act of kindness before Obi-Wan is officially no longer her responsibility. It is far more likely that she is simply fascinated by a landscape so unlike the mountains she is used to.

They pass by the first of the farms at the very edge of the Shire, and Obi-Wan very intently keeps her eyes straight forward. The more she looks at the fields around her, she knows, the more uncanny they will become. And the last thing she needs right this minute is the inevitable scrutiny of her neighbors. Eye contact invites conversation; conversation invites comment.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Cody offers, nudging Obi-Wan gently in the shoulder and giving her a small smile when she turns to give the other woman her attention. “Very peaceful.”

“Quiet and peaceful are not always the same thing,” Obi-Wan snorts. Cody has the grace to ignore the bitter note in her voice, merely inclines her chin as though Obi-Wan has given her a new piece of information and nothing more, and it is moments like these when Obi-Wan thinks she may appreciate Cody the most. 

They somehow manage to make it all the way to Obi-Wan’s front door unaccosted despite the staring eyes that had followed them all the way there. She supposes they must be frightened if they all think that they’re seeing a ghost. 

Three years is an awfully long time to be away from home to a people who seldom make it further out than Bree. 

The door is unlatched but Obi-Wan had hardly expected any different. She rolls her eyes and shoulders it open, ignoring Cody’s incredulous look when she doesn’t have to pull out a key to do so. 

Empty. Her home is empty. Everything smaller than her heavy oak furniture that hasn’t been nailed down has been cleared out. 

Obi-Wan closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and groans. Cody blinks next to her, brows furrowing together in the middle when she turns from surveying the little hole to look at her. 

“This is…not quite what I expected,” Cody admits, and Obi-Wan snorts softly. She heads off to start making her way through the rooms, taking stock of what’s missing and what’s not, Cody trailing along behind her. 

“Not exactly cozy is it?” she says wryly, nudging an overturned chest with her toe. “I assure you, this is not the way I left it.”

Cody straightens immediately, her palm finding the pommel of her sword. “Someone did this while you were gone?”

“Assumed I was dead, I imagine,” she says. “This may surprise you, but we aren’t exactly known to be avid adventurers. You fall out of contact long enough and they all just assume you died horribly.”

“And make off with your shit.”

“And make off with your shit.” Obi-Wan snorts, shrugging once before giving Cody a smile she hopes doesn’t look too strained. “It isn’t the first time. I have this well in hand, my dear. You can go, now, I assume they’re all missing you terribly—”

“Obi-Wan, I’m not leaving you to deal with this.” Cody shakes her head firmly, hand still resting on her sword. It’s quite amusing, really, the extent of overkill that truly is in this situation. She’d been able to get her things back with only a little grumbling following the Battle of the Young, and she’d only been barely twenty then and certainly nowhere near as intimidating as a fully grown dwarvish maiden fresh off the battlefield. 

“That’s hardly necessary,” Obi-Wan feels compelled to point out, for all that she’s near certain it won’t sway Cody at all.

---

They don’t end up needing to go and retrieve any of Obi-Wan’s things after all, as it turns out. 

Obi-Wan’s just finished fixing a pot of tea for the two of them (the cure for everything, as far as she’s concerned, and no-one had absconded with her teapot, luckily) when there’s a knock on the door. Her and Cody both stiffen at the sudden noise but Obi-Wan relaxes first, shoulders loosening even as she feels irritation settle into her features.

“Nothing but a bunch of gossip mongers,” Obi-Wan grumbles, setting the teapot down on the table next to the cups she’d been about to pour. She ignores the amused huff it garners from her guest and settles her hands firmly on her hips, glaring down the hallway that leads to the door.

There’s another knock, louder this time, and Obi-Wan throws her hands up. “Fine. Fine. I’m coming!” she calls out. “Honestly.”

It’s Mrs. Chun at Obi-Wan’s door. Obi-Wan feels her eye twitch. 

“Obi-Wan Kenobi!” the woman greets with enthusiasm that only feels a little forced. 

She’s holding Obi-Wan’s grandfather’s pipe set and one of her favorite cheese knives. 

“Mrs. Chun,” she returns, polite enough. 

“We hadn’t realized you’d gone and gotten married!” the woman says, all but shoving her armload at Obi-Wan. “You have our congratulations, of course.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, no, dear, don’t apologize!” Mrs. Chun says. “I suppose you must have been staying with your wife’s family all this time, then. How wonderful!” She leans in close, as if they are trading secrets, now. Obi-Wan tenses all the way down her spine at the proximity. “What was that like?”

“Cold.” There’s suddenly an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist, tugging her back a little further from the door—and their guest. Cody. “The mountains didn’t agree with Obi’s constitution.” Obi, Obi, Obi— “Goodbye.”

The door is shut in Obi-Wan’s neighbor’s face before she’s able to finish processing—any of that—but she can’t particularly say that she minds, social faux-pas or not. 

“Obi-Wan, what in the name of—”

“I haven’t the faintest,” Obi-Wan manages, carefully extracting herself from Cody’s grip to set down the—gifts?—from the Chuns. 

“Your neighbor seems to think we’re married,” Cody says, question obvious in her tone. Obi-Wan opens her mouth to say—something—but cuts off when there’s another knock at the door.

It’s one of Obi-Wan’s cousins that she no longer remembers the name or the specific relation of. Obi-Wan is offered a shoulder-slapping congratulations, a half-teasing comment that the family hadn’t thought she’d ever marry (ouch) but that they perhaps should have expected something like a dwarf from her (whatever that was supposed to mean), and is summarily gifted her own silverware as what she assumes is supposed to be a wedding present. 

The cousin departs (flees) before Obi-Wan can realize that the set is missing its soup spoons. Obi-Wan blinks at her closed door once, twice, and swears. 

“Obi-Wan?”

“Hobbits also disappear when we get married. Shit. Shit!”

“Obi-Wan, what are you talking about?”

Obi-Wan starts pacing. She knows she must look like she’s lost the plot, marching back and forth in front of her front door like this, but she suddenly needs to move. “Hobbits elope. We elope. It’s the only way to get anything approaching peace or privacy for the process but I forgot because I’m hardly sought after—”

“Foolish.”

“—Yes, thank you, Cody, I know.” Obi-Wan spins on a heel, starts walking in the other direction.

“That’s not what I meant, Obi-Wan.”

Her heel strikes the floor with a distinct sound. She spins again. “So when I came back with you—”

“They assumed we got married.” Obi-Wan stop pacing to bury her overheated face in her hands while she waits for Cody to process this, and is very surprised when the other woman laughs, of all things.

Obi-Wan peers through her fingers to find Cody’s mouth split into a dazzling grin, warm eyes dancing with humor. “Well, I think I might have an idea for how we can get you your things back.”

[jobean12-blog]

Love Language

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 789

Summary: You and Bucky are on an undercover mission and you can’t help the way you react when he speaks Romanian. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and clean up the archive challenge and the prompt below from my beautiful @book-dragon-13 This was fun to write and let’s be honest, any excuse to see CW Bucky you know I’m happy haha Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My lovely divider is by my love @imerdwarf PS I put the translations in italics next to the Romanian- I hope that was ok, it seemed to much to put it afterwards! Also, any mistakes are on me and google translate, I apologize in advance! 

Warnings: fluffiness and some sexy spice

“Aș vrea trei prune, vă rog (I’d like three plums, please),” Bucky says, smiling at the seller as the man fills a bag with plums. It’s not the first time you’ve heard him speak Romanian and you try to stop your intake of breath when you hear the words tumble off his tongue so beautifully, but you can’t.

He quickly turns to you, his eyes full of concern.

“Are you ok doll?” he asks quietly as he scans the surroundings.

You give him a small but reassuring smile and nod, doing your best to calm the beat of your heart. You two just finished an undercover mission in Bucharest and you’re on your way to the safe house. The last thing you want to do is blow your cover or make him worry.

The seller grabs Bucky’s attention and says something then looks over at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Bucky laughs and responds, throwing you a wink over his shoulder before paying.

“Multumesc! Sa aveti o zi buna (Thanks! Have a good day),” Bucky says to the seller, taking your hand and leading you away.

“What did that man say to you?” you ask as the two of you walk back to the safe house. “He was looking at me funny.”

Bucky laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.

“He said that he thinks you like when I speak Romanian,” he teases. “Este adevărată prințesă? (Is that true princess?).”

Your eyes drop to his mouth and your body trembles, giving away the answer far too easily.

“We should get back Buck,” you tell him, ignoring his question and turning to head toward the hotel.

Once you’re safely inside you shower and change into something more comfortable, sitting on the bed while you wait for Bucky to finish his phone call. You try to tune him out but the words that roll out of his mouth make it impossible not to think about what else he can do with that tongue.

“Mulțumiri grozave. Ne vedem în curând (Great, thanks. See you soon),” he says, ending the call. “Ok, the team is all caught up and we should be able to get home tomorrow night.”

You stare at him and give him a thumbs up, not trusting yourself to use your voice.

“Are you sure you’re ok doll?” he asks again, sitting next to you on the bed.

You know your cheeks are flushed with heat and your heart is racing but you still do your best to remain poised.

“I am, thank you. Just tired I think,” you affirm. “I should probably try to sleep soon.”

“Vrei să mănânci mai întâi? (Do you want something to eat first?)” Bucky asks, smirking when your eyes drift to his mouth again.

“You know I can’t understand you Buck,” you lightly scold.

“But you like it anyway, don’t you, prinţesă?” he whispers, tilting his head and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“Are you calling me a princess?” you ask suspiciously.

“You keep avoiding my question, prinţesă,” he counters, inching closer. “Maybe you’ll be able to answer a different one then.”

His lips are a breath away when he ghosts his fingers down your neck.

“Pot sa te sarut? (Can I kiss you?)” he questions, pulling you closer.

“I don’t know what you asked but if you’re going to kiss me please do it Bucky,” you rasp.

He presses his lips to yours and you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He carefully takes you in his arms and brings you into his lap. His metal hand cradles your cheek, and he deepens the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue and pulling the sweetest sounds from the back of your throat.  

“Am vrut să fac asta atât de mult timp (I’ve wanted to do that for so long),” he admits when you pull back for air.

You smile and dip your head.

“Is it bad that even though I don’t know what you’re saying I want you to keep talking to me in Romanian,” you ask softly and chuckle.

Bucky’s metal fingers lift your chin to meet his eyes and he kisses you before he speaks.  

“Îți vorbesc în română tot ce vrei, prințesă. Mai ales dacă înseamnă că mă vei săruta în continuare,” he answers.

“Now I want to know what you said,” you tell him, tracing his stubbled jaw with your fingers.

“I said that I’ll talk to you in Romanian all you want if it means you’ll keep kissing me,” he explains, smoothing his hand up your thigh.

“Mmmm yes definitely,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.

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[warriorofdragons]

A Little Western Wear

Word Count: 2.4k

“And these are my belt buckles,” Cole says opening one of the three top drawers in his dresser.

You peer inside and resting on red velvet is your boyfriend’s collection of belt buckles. There are more than a dozen of them all with varying abbreviations, and a few that don’t have words at all and are merely images etched into the brass metal. You run your fingers over some of them to feel the design and furrow your brows at one.

“Sidewinder Racing?” you question quirking a brow at Cole.

“Haha heh, yeah that one was a competition belt, I don’t really wear it much. ‘Cept of course when I go to rodeos,” Cole explains.

“Ah, gotta show off,” you say.

“Hey, I’m not the only one at those types of events wearing outlandish belt buckles,” he defends.

You giggle and then run your fingers over his favorite belt buckle, the one you see him wear al the time, Bad Ass Mother Fucker, or BAMF for short. You turn to look at Cole, “What’s next?”

Cole’s eyes light up, “Ooh, my gear.”

He closes the drawer and takes your hand and leads you over to his closet, turning on the light he directs you to the side where his mission outfits are hung up nice and neatly on coat hangers. They’re assorted by region and climate, there’s his usual more desert clothes that are light enough to deal with the extreme heat, followed by some gray outfits for more mountainous environments, and then bright snowy white for cold environments complete with extra layers attached to them. You slide the coat hangers holding his shirts and pants to the side as you examine each one. 

“Oh, I like this shirt,” you say stopping at one in particular.

Cole rubs the back of his neck, “Thanks, it’s a little bit looser than my normal everyday clothes, makes it easier to roll around in.”

“You should wear something like this more often,” you say.

Cole smiles, “I just didn’t think it was fancy enough to take you on a date with, Pumpkin.”

“I don’t need fancy,” you say.

Cole smiles and runs his hand through his hair. 

You close the distance between the two of you and kiss his cheek.

Cole bites his lip and looks almost shyly at you.

After a moment or two of silence between the two of you he speaks up again, “Right uh, boots next.”

You giggle at him and he moves to the center of the closet and sits down, you sit down next to him and he starts picking out boots that were resting on a small shelf.

“These are my everyday boots,” Cole begins picking out a familiar pair of worn, brown leather cowboy boots and showing you.

You nod and he sets them aside.

“And these are the ones I like to wear on dates with you,” he says pulling out a second pair of boots.

These are also familiar, they’re a similar brown shade to his other ones, but a lot less worn with nice embroidery on the sides.

“I like those ones,” you say.

Cole smiles wide before setting them aside and you’re almost certain he’s blushing. 

“Ooh! These are some of my favorite ones,” he says taking out a red pair of cowboy boots.

“Oh, I like those, I don’t know if I’ve seen you wear these yet,” you say taking them from him and turning them around to get a good look at them.

“Those are for special occasions,” Cole says before picking out another pair of cowboy boots, this time an all white pair, “This one here goes to that snow gear set over there.”

You set the red cowboy boots down and take the white boots from him and feel the inner lining which is lined with a sort of faux fur.

“Cozy,” you say.

You also notice that there’s better tread on the bottom of the boots for better traction in snow and ice. You set these boots down as well and turn to look at all the ones he’s already pulled out. 

You smile sadly, “I wish I had a pair of boots like these.”

Cole stops mid-taking out another pair of boots and looks at you, “You want a pair of boots?”

You look back at him, “Well, yeah. I’ve always wanted a pair, I just didn’t know what to look for I guess,” you say with a shrug.

Cole sits up straight, “Well, Darlin’, I could get you a pair of cowgirl boots, I am the expert on all things Western.” He pulls out his phone and starts searching on the internet, “Hm, probably won’t be able to find a Cavender’s…”

“Wait, you mean go right now to buy some boots?” you ask amused.

He holds out his hands, “Well, why not?”

You think on that for a moment.

“Aha! There’s a Boot Barn not far from here, and they don’t close till eight,” Cole says.

“I’m surprised you didn’t already know where the Boot Barn is,” you chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I special order most of mine online since I already know my size, but you’ll need to try ‘em on,” Cole says.

“You really want to go Right Now to buy me some boots?” you ask again.

“Yeah, if you do,” he says.

You smile wide, “Yeah, let’s go!”

“Alright!” Cole exclaims.

You hand him his boots back and he places them all back on his shelf in their proper places, before you both stand up and get your shoes and your purse. 

Cole grabs his keys and you follow him out the door and out to his truck. 

You give him directions on your phone to where the Boot Barn is and soon enough the two of you pull into the parking lot. As you get out of the truck you’re bubbling with excitement as you take your boyfriend’s hand. 

He laughs and smiles down at you, “You’re more excited than a kid on Christmas.”

You giggle, “Yeah, I just…I don’t think I’ve ever even tried on any Cowboy boots before.”

“Cowgirl boots,” Cole corrects, “They ain’t gonna be my boots, Darlin’, they’re gonna be all yours.”

You smile wide as the two of you walk into the store together.

Cole glances around and then leads you to the women’s section and from there towards the boots. When you spot the cowgirl boots you get even more excited, there’s so many different colors and styles. Some of them are white with rhinestones, others are brown with elaborate floral lacing and then there’s a pair that’s bright turquoise.

“Now, there’s a couple of different fits when it comes to boots,” Cole says picking up a couple of the shoes, “They go from snip toe all the way to square toe.”

“Oh. Hm,” you mutter as you take both of the boots from him and examine them.

One has a very narrow toe, presumably the ‘snip toe’ and the other is very broad and well…square.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly.

“Well, why don’t you just pick out what you like the looks of and try ‘em all on,” Cole suggests.

You nod and put the two boots back and then browse the shelves for a few minutes seeing all the options. You grab a pearl white boot with a snip toe and traditional lacing, a medium toe, turquoise boot, and a square toe, brown boot with intricate lace on the sides. You and Cole find a bench and sit down and you take off one of your shoes and slip on the brown boot first. 

You then stand up and walk around in it.

“Well? How’s it fit?” Cole asks.

You wiggle your toes and look down at the boot, “It’s a little snug, but I also don’t think I like the look of this toe.”

“Well, boots are supposed to be a little snug, but not too large so they can’t fall off your foot neither,” Cole says.

“No,” you say shaking your head, “My feet are gonna hurt if I walk in these for over an hour.”

“You want to go a half size up?” Cole asks.

“Yeah,” you say.

You sit back down and pull off the boot and put it back in the box as Cole gathers up the other ones before taking the final box from you.

“Now sit tight while I go and get you a new size,” he says with a wink.

You giggle at him and wait patiently for him to return.

And when he does you try on the new size for the brown ones with the square toe and look down at your foot as you stand.

“It definitely fits better, but I don’t know, I just don’t love it,” you say.

“Then we’ll put ‘em aside,” Cole says.

You smile at him and try on the turquoise boots next, “They fit really nice,” you say as you walk in them, “But the color is going to be so hard to wear with most of my outfits.”

“That’s why I have a boot for every occasion,” Cole says smiling.

You smile as you sit back down next to him and pull off the boot, “I don’t think I’m quite at that stage, I want to start with just one pair of boots for now.”

You try on the snip toe boots in white finally and you finish another lap and sit back down again with a shake of your head.

“Don’t like ‘em?” Cole asks.

“They’re pretty, but snip toe’s not for me,” you say.

You put back on your regular shoe and take the boxes back and search for more boots.

You and Cole have a stack each as you sit back down on the bench, you go through every pair and still you can’t find something to your liking. With a sigh you sit down on the bench one final time and tug off the boot and place it back in it’s box.

“I’ve tried all of them on and nothing just says me!” you groan in frustration.

“All of them?” Cole asks holding up another box.

You glance over at him and then down at the bench, “Where were you hiding that?”

“Over on my side,” Cole says, “Look you’ve been picking all these fancy boots and that’s all well and good, but fancy’s not what you’re lookin’ for. Try these,” he says gently handing over the box to you.

You take the box from him and open it up and pull out a brown leather boot with traditional lacing on the side and a medium toe. You put it on and decide to take off your other shoe too so you can wear both of them and then you start to walk around in them. They feel nice and looking down at them and their intentionally worn look to them, they look like a pair of boots that you’d see in a movie and exactly how a cowgirl boot should look. 

You glance up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and his smile matches yours.

“These are the ones,” you say.

You take the boots off and put on your regular shoes as Cole returns all the other boot boxes. He then follows you to the counter and before you can pay he pulls out his wallet.

“Cole!” you exclaim.

“What? It’s my treat,” Cole says.

“They’re like two hundred dollars I can’t let you buy these for me,” you whisper.

“Nah, I insist. ‘Sides they make you happy,” Cole says.

You smile, “Fine,” you relent.

Cole pays for your boots and then you walk out of the store together with a pep in your step, because you are genuinely excited about the boots. 

When you get home you immediately remove any tags and put them on and walk around. 

Cole chuckles at you when you walk into the kitchen as he makes dinner.

“What? I really like them, thank you for buying them for me,” you say placing a quick peck on his cheek.

“You’re welcome, Pumpkin,” Cole says adding more ingredients to the soup pot.

You move to the middle of the kitchen and shuffle your feet side to side as your new boots click on the floor, Cole watches you with amusement as you dance. There’s country music from the radio on the counter quietly filling the room and you jam along to the beat. Cole adds a few more seasonings and stirs the pot before turning the heat down. 

“You know what? Wait right there,” he says holding a hand out to you as he rushes back towards his room.

You stare after him curiously and then smile broadly when he returns with a pair of his own cowboy boots in hand. He sits down in one of the kitchen chairs and tugs them onto his feet. Cole then makes his way over to you and stands beside you, “Scooch over, I’m gonna show you how to dance in those boots of yours.”

You watch him for a moment do a little shuffle and then start to mimic him.

“No, like this,” he directs, “One, two.”

You follow his movements and you start to get the feel of it, and then you cross your feet wrong and fall into him, but Cole is quick to catch you.

“Whoa, you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you laugh.

“Not bad for your first time,” Cole says.

“You’re sweet, and I’m awful at this,” you say.

“No, you’re not, just need a little practice is all,” Cole says.

You spend a few minutes practicing and giggling with one another before you inevitably end up slow dancing in his kitchen. You rub your cheek against the soft fabric of your boyfriend’s shirt and just sway in his arms contentedly.

“Thanks again for the boots, Baby,” you say softly.

Cole chuckles lightly, “‘Course, Darlin’, when you said you always wanted a pair I just had to make sure that dream came true for you.”

You lift your head and smile up at him.

Cole smiles back down at you and leans in to capture your lips with his.

And when you part, you happily return to laying you’re head against his warm chest and dance to a love song you forgot the name of.

[yuurivoiceincorporated]

Hi! Heard you were looking for some prompts or requests or something and imma just drop an idea if that’s alright <3

- Bittersweet trio (Alphonse, Seth, and Listener), all comforting touch starved Seth, many forehead kisses and just overall affection. He just gets rly overwhelmed and Al and listener are there to hold him through it

Fuzzy Feelings

-Al x Seth x reader

-touch starved Seth

-poly

-it ain’t Christmas but I wish it was

Christmas. A time for family, friends, crappy Hallamark movies, and most importantly, pillow forts.

Alphonse and Seth were in the living room setting it up as usual. Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, baking.

You joined them with warm cookies once you all finished.

“Hey, Boo! Like the fort?”

“Yeah! You two really outdid yourselves this time.” You said, while stealing pillows.

Alphonse sighed. “Sticky fingers as usual, huh?

You pouted. “But they’re comfy! And warm! Like, they just came out of the dryer! How am I supposed to resist?”

“Well, you got two hot bastards right here! I can’t see how you would pick pillows over us, ain’t that right, Seth?”

Seth did not respond.

“Seth? Aye, man, you good?”

“…Oh! Yeah! Sorry, I just started spacing out, Y’know?”

“Uh-huh…” Alphonse analyzed Seth thoroughly.

He leaned over to you and whispered, “Somethin’s wrong. You see it too, right?”

You nodded.

Alphonse approached Seth. “Hey, Seth, are you sure you’re okay?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all good. Hahaha…” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sure…”

You and Alphonse squinted at Seth with obvious signs of suspicion.

“What? Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Alphonse looked towards you, signaling you to step in.

You inhaled and pressed your palms together. “Well, Seth. We, um, noticed that you seemed a bit *off* these past few days. Usually, around Christmas, everyone is happy and content. But it’s quite obvious that something’s up. You can tell us, we won’t judge.”

“Oh, um, you see…” He looked away and sighed before sharply inhaling. “You and Al seem so busy lately. I mean, you’re out here whipping up a storm in the kitchen everyday, and Al’s out there manning the shop, bracing for the winter season like his life depended on it. And, uh…”

“No, no, I think I understand what’s goin’ on here.”

“And what would that be, Al?” Seth replied.

“You’re touch-starved. Is that it? You miss us so god damn much, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And that’s okay, because we’re here now. We can spend some quality time together.”

He kissed Seth’s cheek and brushed some hair out of his face. “We love you, Seth. If you wanted to spend some time with us, you could’ve asked.”

He pulled you and Seth into a tight hug.

“Right, Boo?”

“Yeah, he’s right.”

Al chuckled and pecked you on the lips.

You then gestured Seth to come closer. He listened and you gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

“Sugar, I…Haha, you’re both so sweet.”

And you all held each other closely, nothing could break your bond.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Gotham Villains x Hotel Owner!Reader || Headcanons

Explanation / Topic: You run one of the cities dingy hotels except this one, in all of its glory, is only ever visited by bad guys. Your hotel is well known as the place rogues hide away in when they're planning or they're just out of action for a while because you refuse to give up information to the police no matter what (Its proprietor-client confidentiality! Ha ha) and you're treat them fairly (Although- on the kinder side of course)

These are the many ways they show their gratitude, no matter how small.

Character involved: Most, if not all, of Fox Gotham's rogues. Except Ra's Al Ghul because he bores me. Nevertheless, not just the Legion Horrible's like the picture might lead you to believe- that's just the picture with the most villains that I could think of.

Warnings: Probably too much fluff. I'll make a sequel to this with the less-then-pretty, nitty grotty details of this hotel too probably XD

Barbara likes to invest every now and then, "Just making sure my affairs are in order baby- gotta make sure my hidey hole's still there when I need it." but she always adds a little something for you to buy yourself 'something pretty' (Since your style is SO plain, according to her but then again who isn't plain compared to her XD). This little something is always upwards of a hundred dollars. She's such a sugar mommy you cant convince me that she isn't-

Butch (Or Cyrus Gold, or Grundy. he has too many names) has made it clear that if you ever need help, you can always call him and he'll be there. Very gangsta about it. He's such a big, tough guy but such a softy on the inside XD When he had Grundy brain, he still had some kind of tracker in his mind like dogs do that took him 'home' (To your hotel), dragging Ed along with him. He gave you a big, bone crushing hug when he got there.

Dr Strange is not allowed in as he'll steal your guests and experiment on them.

You don't know Ecco too well yet and vice versa but when she turned up with Jeremiah and Jervis- you definitely appreciated her presence more then that of Jeremiah's. You were still sore over Jerome and didn't trust this new brother. Still, you complimented the bullet in Ecco's skull, saying it was pretty cool, and now she loves you XD When she's in the neighbourhood she occasionally likes to pop in and say hello; Spread a little chaos, you know the deal.

Honestly you probably new Bridgit long before Strange forcing upon her the heat resistance thing and her becoming Firefly. She of course didn't remember you but soon *warmed* up to you after you gave her one of the few rooms with a fireplace and easily forgave her when she accidentally set the couch in her room on fire (I mean its for sure not the worst thing that has happened within these walls- no worries). She has been known to go around lighting the fireplaces for you under the pretence of having fun (Which is true) but also so that you can worry about one less thing. Firefly is also one to come chat with you if she's bored.

Fish Mooney obviously doesn't stay with you very often at all, because this lady can find better dwellings (As, no offense but your hotel is kiiiiinda dingy. What can you do about it, though? You house rogues and a lot of them don't have a lotta money) but she still absolutely appreciates what you do. She'll send bad guys that she does business with that have deeper pockets then your usual client, your way. She's also kind to you, which to me is even better honestly haha XD

Headhunter stays with you a lot when he's on business and often reminds you that you get a discount from him if you require his services. Hey, you keep him in milkshakes! He's gotta repay you somehow.

Okay, the twins. You knew Jerome first and got off to a bad start with Jeremiah due to that. Still, we aren't talking about relationships; We're talking about nice things. So moving on. Just assume that you warm up to the brainier twin.

These two are hard XD Cuz their 'good' and 'bad' sides kinda blur together as they're so unpredictable and don't really care about anyone.

Still, I can see Jerome being pretty light with you and valuing the fact that you can keep up with his banter- so he keeps you alive. You're basically his mother actually, despite the possible lack of age difference. Like, he wants to show you stuff he does and tell you about chaos he's created.

And Jeremiah honestly appreciates that you'll listen to his long speeches (You've gotten pretty good at just sitting and nodding your head and you've perfected the art of the well placed understanding noises like 'Hmm' and 'Ah!' and 'Oh dear' in your line of work)- so obviously, you're invaluable to him. Must keep you around. I mean, Ecco listens, but does she really understand? That is the question.

When he's around, Jervis is very polite and gracious. He'll duck into the kitchens after dinner and start helping you with the dishes and clear dining tables, he'll ask you how you are and mean it (Like, he'll stand there and discuss it with you), he'll try to keep Jerome from barging into your room in the early hours of the morning, etc. Just nice things like that ^^

Magpie tries not to steal from you... Haha XD Like, she'll pick up a pretty clock off a mantle piece and then go to leave with it... then realise that this is yours and go 'Oops!!' and put it back, giggling nervously.

... When she leaves you still find various items from other places in the hotel, in her room, but still. The fact that she tries is enough!

Mr Freeze is a pleasure to have around, of course!! He's quiet, he nods to you when he passes, and he's there to freeze assholes that harass you (And then take them outside so they don't melt all over your carpet). A respectful dude. He has frozen Jerome multiple times... particularly when Jervis has been unsuccessful in persuading him not to wake you up at 3 in the morning.

Ivy gets so happy whenever she sees you. Lots of hugs and telling you all about how she's been. Her energy is enough to cheer you up, and on your birthdays she always brings you a new plant that has meaning to her. Like, a sunflower for how kind you are, a Ficus for abundance, etc. Always in a pot of course, never dead. So of course, you have to take care of them but its a small price to pay for the sweetness ^^ And the not being murdered thing.

Like Mooney and Barbara, Oswald doesn't stay often due to having that mansion from his father but he remembers your kindness from when he would fall on hard times before that (And after the fact, too of course) and whenever he's making some kind of mafia deal he always ensures your and your hotels safety in the contract.

Pyg / Lazlo (I cant decide which name I like best XD) is just very polite, like Jervis. Gentlemen. Also his impressions- God. Have fun with that. He might just do your favourite Looney Tune character if he's in a good mood.

With Ed... look, if you even try with his riddles without being prompted, he'll do anything for you. It's well documented. I'm not sur about nice deeds, cuz Riddler's kind of a dick, but he'll for sure send you a birthday card every year! Christmas probably too ^^

Scarecrow: I will not spray you today. You: Gee thanks. // No but seriously, he's quiet about his gratitude but he is definitely once of the good ones ^^ Would absolutely take it upon himself to come save your ass if you got abducted.

Tabitha... well, you know how Headhunter will you get a discount if you want someone killed? Tabitha will do it for fucking free.

Hey, if you feed Victor (Zsasz), you have a friend for life. He will bring pizza and just hang out together. He is also willing to murder someone for you.

[nightwishesworld]

Hello! I hope you still do request! If you are, may I ask for the three daughters keep borthering Alcina’s partner while she is out for works. So Reader tricks them to play Hide n Seek and because all daughters are so competitive that they hide for hours, Reader just continue to work whatever she is working on until Alcina comes home, wondering where are her daughters at 🤣 Thank youuu

Ooh this was a fun write! Apologies for this taking so long...I’m starting to get backed up with requests...but I love it! haha

You were sitting at your desk in your private study trying desperately to get at least some work done. The only things that could be heard were the scratching over your pen across paper and the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock stood in the back corner of the room. The atmosphere was perfect for productivity. You promised Alcina you would get through at least half of the large pile currently cluttering the top of your desk, and you were hardly eclipsing a quarter of it. 

It’s nothing important, just the overview of various renovations needed in the castle. Most of what needed to be done were small projects and only required a small team of specialists to finish the job; those were easy enough to organize. It was the bigger jobs that were difficult to put together. For instance, the balcony of the East Wing Archives was starting to crumble, and cracks spread from the balcony to surrounding pillars. That one is going to be very tricky to work with. Out of all the rooms in the damn castle, it had to be the Dimitrescu Archives, really? You avoided that responsibility like the plague.

You were really happy when Alcina gave you full control over the project, even if it was because she didn’t want to deal with it, you took it as her trusting you with the restoration of her home. That both excited you and terrified you to no end. She wasn’t around very much during daylight hours as of late. Apparently, Heisenberg needed her help with one of his own “projects.” What exactly that is you have no idea and honestly, knowing how Heisenberg was, that was ok.

What wasn’t ok, was your darling step-daughters amuck in the corridors and distracting you with their laughter and occasional crashing sound. You can only hope whatever they broke wasn’t a family heirloom. Once they found you hiding in your study they starting pestering you to play with them. Every five minutes a different daughter found their way into your study, examining your various knick-knacks until you acknowledged their presence. Or ya know if they break something. Whichever comes first. 

After a while, they gave up on their subtle approach and all three of them burst through your door, demanding attention like the brats they were. But you love them anyway. They were clever little brats too; they learned very quickly how best to manipulate you into doing their bidding. Three little words were all it took to have your entire reserve crumble to waste. “Please, Mama y/n.” They could ask you to help them dispose of a body and you would happily follow as long as they say it like that.

So naturally, that’s what all three of them were shouting at you. But you can’t keep going on like this. Alcina always told you to just ignore them and eventually the lack of attention will bore them and they’ll leave; easier said than done. You had a sneaking suspicion the girls poke and prod at you more than Alcina, for obvious reasons. Alcina was like a lion when mad- ferocious and would not hesitate to bite your head off. You, however, felt like the girls view you as the pissy cat that got sprayed with water for scratching at the furniture.

After all, you’re just the step-parent. Of course, they don’t take you as seriously as their own mother. You were still their friend more than a parental figure. Nine out of ten times that was perfectly fine by you. Today they were really pushing their luck though, and you weren’t sure how much more “please play with us, Mama Y/n,” you could take before snapping. 

Then you had an idea. An awful, wicked idea that may just let everyone get what they want.

You slammed your pen down and the desk and turned to face the girls. “How about a game of hide and seek? I’ll count to one hundred while you three hide.”

That seemed to satisfy them so much they were already barreling out the door.

”Wait! I didn’t tell you the rules yet.”

Daniela rolled her eyes. “There are no rules, y/n; you count, we hide, you find us. Simple.”

“True,” you nodded. “But we’ve never played inside before and the castle is a lot bigger than the gardens, wouldn’t you say? No going outside, the secret passages are restricted as is the basement.” The girls nodded along. “And no leaving your hiding spot for another. If I find you roaming around you’re disqualified.”

“Can we go yet? I already know where I want to hide.”

“Go on.”

They vanished from your study within the blink of an eye.

“Finally some peace and quiet.”

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Hours had passed since you finished creating the project guidelines. Now all that was left was to contact the specialists to get an estimate on price and time span. It was a very productive afternoon. Something felt off though. Oh well. You were far too tired to give it much thought. All you wanted to do was get through dinner and go straight to bed.

You walked into the dining room, where Alcina was already waiting for you and gave her a kiss on the cheek before taking your usual spot across from her. 

“Something troubling your mind, dear? You look stressed.”

You barely looked up from your plate, clearly too busy pushing your veggies around to properly address your wife. “Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry Al, I guess I’m just tired. Most of the paperwork is done so we can start scheduling some of the smaller projects.”

“That’s marvelous news. I hope the girls didn’t bother you too much.”

You shake your head and wave her off like nothing. “Oh no, they were fine. All I had to do was tell them to go- oh my god I forgot about the girls.”

“What do you mean you forgot about them? Where are vthey?”

You both make your way down the corridors, completely abandoning your meals. “I-I don’t know! I told them we’d play hide and seek and...well I forgot to seek.”

“I thought it was a little quiet around here,” Alcina sighed. “How do you forget about your own children?” 

“They weren’t letting me work! I was gonna go look for them eventually I just...lost track of everything. And who hides for this long? It’s been like four hours since I told them to go hide.”

“You remember who we’re talking about, right? Or have you forgotten just how competitive our children are.”

“Yes, yes I know. Well they couldn’t have gone too far. I told them the basement and outside were off limits. Is there something we can lure them out with? Like a lamp or something?”

Alcina shot a confused look. “Why would a lamp help us find them?”

“You know, cause they can transform into moths…”

Alcina only arched a brow at you.

“And moths are attracted to the light…? No? Whatever, that was a clever joke and it went right over your head.”

“If you say so dear.”

She really worries about you sometimes.

[no-droids]

Rushed

Part Seven of the Rough Day Series

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6.9K haha NICE

Warnings: SMUT, mildly jealous Mando, penetrative sex, slight degradation, slight edging, cumplay whoopsies

A/N:  Listen I was planning for there to be a soft moment at the end of this where they talk about some personal shit but then the smut went too fuckin hard and I couldn’t make it fit so it’ll happen next time no worries

***

The first thing you see when you blink your eyes open is… green.  Green, and sideways.  Three little fingers, grabby as usual, clutched onto a strand of your hair and tugging.

Gigantic, pitch black eyes blink slowly at you as you focus your vision, lifting your head just slightly from where it’s resting on a balled-up, makeshift pillow.  The baby coos at you, a musical and happy sound, tugging your hair once more as you take in your surroundings.

The cot you’re laying on is pulled out of the hull just partially, just enough to bathe your legs and the lower half of your torso in light while the upper half is still in the confined within the tight space inside the wall, but that still doesn’t explain how the kid got in here with you.  How did he climb—?

Something—a hand—comes down to thump over your ankle, not too hard but not really overly concerned about it either.  “We’re here,” grunts a modulated voice, interrupting your adorable little alarm clock.

Ah.  That’s how.

You immediately reach out and scoop the baby up into your arms just because you can, turning him around and holding his back to your chest as you cuddle him on the bed.  “Okay,” you sigh dreamily, kissing his wrinkly, hairy yet somehow also completely bald little head and gently smushing your cheek into it.

You settle back down with the kid for another few hours of rest, only a hand thumps down on your ankle again.  “Come on,” Mando’s voice drawls through multiple layers of metal.  “Let’s go.  Karga is waiting on us.”

Your eyebrows pull together, just as your little, little spoon starts to wiggle in your arms.  “What?  Who’s us?”

“Us,” he repeats shortly, pulling the bed the rest of the way out of the wall by your ankle but slowing it to a gentle halt right before it can reach the end of the tracks.  “Now hurry it up.  And stop smothering him.”

You groan and sit up in the brightly lit hull, blinking around at the… remarkably tidy ship.  

It wasn’t like this before.  Where’s all the clutter?  The first aid kits strewn about?  The excess pieces of gauze and tape on the floor?  The… the blood on the walls?

Your eyes fall to the corner near the hatch almost immediately, the sight of… The Incident.  Only you find it completely spotless, not a single thing out of place.  Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve actually ever seen the hull cleaner than it is now, even when you’ve spent literal days working at it.

There should be blood there.  There was a pool of blood there.  Wasn’t there?  There was a pool of blood right there, right in that little space between the—

“Hey.”  Your jaw is caught in a gentle grip and pulled left just a little, and you suddenly come face to face with a metallic visor.  His helmet is nothing but sharp angles and your own warped reflection staring blankly back at you, but his hold is steady and his voice is soft through the modulator.  “Us.  You, me, and the kid.  Right?”

You blink at him, suddenly reminded of the child held in your arms.  And then you nod slowly at him, hearing the baby gurgle softly near your chest as he looks up at Mando.

“I’m not leaving you today,” he tells you, moving his hand up to cradle the side of your face.  “But I also have to meet up with Karga.  It won’t take long.”  He jerks his helmet to gesture over at the open hatch, before looking back at you and brushing a thumb across your cheekbone.  “So let’s go.  Okay?”

You nod once more.  “Okay.”  But then you remember the blood all over your hands and clothing.  “No, wait, Mando—I have to change clothes—”

“No, you don’t,” he interrupts.  “Come on.”

“Yes, I do,” you protest, gathering the child in one arm and bringing the other up to show him.  “Look, I still have blood all ov—”

A black, long sleeve tunic.  Baggy, clean, and worn.  Not what you passed out in.  Not actually your shirt, you don’t think.  There’s not even gauze covering your arm anymore.  The blood’s been wiped away and the wound marring the inside of your forearm completely healed overnight.

“Hey, look at me,” he says once more, bringing his other hand up to hold your face completely still in front of him.  The baby makes grabby hands up towards him, but Mando just stretches your neck and makes you lift your chin to keep your attention focused on him.  “I let you sleep for as long as I could.  But we have to get moving now.”

You nod, trying to figure out how you feel.  Grateful, you suppose?  That he did as much as he could to erase what happened yesterday?  If he asked, you probably wouldn’t want to talk about it, so… so what’s the problem?

Nothing.  Nothing is a problem.

***

Alright, so maybe you… get it.

You get it now, why E-Bacta is just as sought after as spice.  You can still feel traces of the partial dose lingering in your bloodstream even now, even while trailing behind Mando and his equally reflective spherical shield as you three make your way into the crowded cantina.

You feel… physically, you feel spectacular.  Glowing.  Radiant and awake.  Not so much high anymore, but almost like the Maker hit a reset button on your entire body.  You’re incredibly well-rested, no aches or pains, absolutely nothing to suggest something major happened last night.  You know you should at least have some trouble walking, but you don’t.  Fuck, even your skin feels clearer and healthier than ever before.

If you hadn’t killed someone yesterday, you might even have a spring in your step.

You’re… you just have to stop thinking about it, you tell yourself.  You’re being stupid and childish.  You killed one fucking person in self-defense.  Mando disintegrates people.  He’s taken out more people with fucking doors than that, of course he’s not going to openly acknowledge it unless you bring it up yourself.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t respond when a booming voice calls your name over the chatter and music.  It’s… it’s almost a bit startling to be recognized first when you’re standing next to someone like the Mandalorian, and you immediately whip around as a warm, equally as loud, “Mando!” soon follows it.

A hand is clapped down on top of your shoulder, Greef Karga beaming at you both as he mirrors his other hand on Mando’s pauldron.  “And baby!”  He adds brightly, catching sight of the little green monster hovering next to you.  “Hey, baby!”

“We don’t have much time,” your companion immediately informs him.

“Oh, of course not!”  He turns his head to look down at you with a wide, almost secret smile.  “Always down to business, isn’t he.  Never one to dally with small talk.  Come, join me!”

You casually trail a few steps behind everyone, feeling just slightly out of place in the dusty cantina even with the forward acknowledgement from Mando’s guild contact.  You’ve met him once or twice, never for very long.  It’s... unexpected, the sudden attention.

Mando unclips his rifle and leans it against the table before taking a seat, and then you slip into the booth next to him, huddling your arms inwards a bit and trying to take up as little space as possible.  Greef gestures for a round of drinks from one of the rusty droids prattling around the bar as the bounty hunter beside you eventually presents three pucks to him.

“I seem to remember you leaving with four of those, last time you were here,” he remarks, visibly surprised.  You don’t know why, but you immediately stiffen, even though Mando doesn’t move a muscle in response.

“The last one wasn’t worth the effort,” he eventually grunts.  You keep your head tilted down just slightly and Greef’s attention is subsequently captured by the droid as it approaches the head of the table, taking three shots of glowing blue liquid from its circular tray and then waving it away.  He places one of the glasses down in front of you.

“I like the days Mando decides to collect,” he says to you, holding up the other two shots of alcohol in both hands.  “The droids are stupid, they always bring over an extra drink.”  He winks at you, tipping one of them in your direction.  “My gain.”

He downs the drink, and you blink down at the one meant for you.  It would be impolite to refuse it, right?  But you don’t really... really feel like drinking right now, especially considering you woke up probably not an hour ago.

“Come on!”  Greef eventually gestures, before downing the other shot of glowing liquor.  “Don’t tell me you’re as much of a stick in the mud as this one is.”

Your hand comes out for the shot glass without thinking.  Mando is completely silent next to you as you tip your head back and drink the entire thing in one gulp, the liquid burning as it slides down your throat.  The man sitting across from you smiles, before digging his hands around in his pockets for payment.

A palm quietly settles on your knee under the table.

“As promised,” Greef exchanges a sizable portion of credits for the pucks.  “Someone is already collecting the carbonite plaques from your vessel as we speak.”

Mando nods his understanding, but doesn’t say anything in return.  Neither do you.

“So.”  Greef slowly settles back in the booth, looking between the two of you.  “This is new.”

“The next job, Karga,” the bounty hunter next to you reminds him shortly.

“Is he this pushy all the time?”  Greef turns and asks you, pointedly ignoring Mando.  “This rushed?  Or is it just because he doesn’t like me?”

“No,” you answer on instinct, and when neither one of them say anything, you eventually flush a brilliant shade of red and realize they’re waiting for you to elaborate.  “He’s not… al-always rushed.”

Greef blinks at you a few times, and then he quite suddenly barks out a laugh, loud and abrupt enough to make you jump.  While chuckling, he pushes four new tracking fobs across the table.

“I was only going to give you three of these, since that’s all you came back with,” Karga says, gesturing for another round of drinks with a lazy twirl of his finger.  “But I like her.  More than you, Mando.  So I’ll forgive you this once, but try not to make it a habit.”

“And you’ll get two extra drinks this time as a token of appreciation.”  Mando slides his hand down to cup your knee and give it a gentle squeeze.  “We’re leaving.”

“Of course you are,” Greef huffs, watching you both scoot out of the booth and gather your things.  “It’s already been five whole minutes since you first sat down.  Far too much socializing for one day.”

“Thank you for the drink,” you tell him politely.  “It was very nice seeing you again.”

“Likewise!”  He projects, widening his arms and beaming up at you.  “If you ever get tired of him, you are always more than welcome here on Nevarro.  You’re far nicer to look at than anyone else in this sector.”

Mando’s palm rests low on your back, his voice quiet through the modulator and partially lost in the chatter of the crowd.  “Let’s go, sweet girl.”

Greef waves three fingers at the kid in his metal sphere.  “Bye, baby!”

Mando doesn’t let go of you.  Not when you turn around and start walking away, not when you leave the cantina, not when you’re making your way through the busy Nevarro marketplace afterwards.

“That was rude,” you eventually turn your head and tell him under your breath, not at all used to him walking side by side with you like this.  You usually always trail slightly behind the both of them, but his arm on your lower back keeps your strides aligned with his.

“I know,” he agrees lowly, guiding you through the crowded public square, the kid hovering in his shield next to you and blinking up at all the excitement going on around him.  “He was being too bold.”

“I mean us, Mando,” you correct.  “We were rude.  He was being friendly.”

“Karga doesn’t have friends,” he responds lowly.  “He has business associates that tolerate him because of his connections and position in the guild.  You were already nicer to him than most of his contacts ever are.”

You don’t say anything back to him.  How long ago was it that you were likewise nothing more than a business associate Mando tolerated?  Less than a few weeks, maybe?

And yet, it’s only when you reach the ship that he finally lets go of you.

***

You love the kid.  Honestly.  You’d die for him.

But sometimes.  Sometimes you just want to… step on him.

Okay, no—you shouldn’t say that.  He might choke you in your sleep with his insane fucking demon powers if he hears that.  No, it’s just… it’s like he feeds off the energy around him sometimes.  Which is great, especially when you’re exhausted and his naps tend to align with yours.  Canto Bight was a different situation considering you were in such an incredibly crowded area, but in hyperspace?  The kid only has you and Mando around to take his cues from.

Which means, if you’re buzzing with energy and just waiting for him to fall asleep, guess what?  Guess who suddenly gets a second, or third, or fourth wind?

It’s never ending.  The moment you think he’s about to pass out, he bounces back with even more energy than before.  Sure, he’s cute and all, but that shit only lasts so long.  It’s a facade meant to deceive everyone and it’s all just a clever, systematic fucking ploy.  After all, if you needed someone else to feed you and protect you and take care of you for the first fifty plus years of your life, evolution would make you adorable as fuck, too.

Hours.  Maybe even a full day or so before the little shithead finally decides to close his eyes for longer than a few seconds.  Mando so graciously left you alone to babysit him while he shut himself away in the cockpit and navigated to the nearest quarry destination, and the baby was such a handful from the second you stepped back on the ship, you didn’t even catch where you’re headed to.

Not to mention all the cleaning Mando did earlier today leaves you with little to nothing else to do to occupy your time besides supervise the little terror.  And of course, the entire time, all you can think about is Mando’s hand on your thigh under the table.  The way his voice sounded calling you an endearment in public.  

How he felt railing into you last night.  How you wish you could still feel it now.

You close the kid’s shield and stow him safely in the pitiful little cot you slept on almost the exact second he falls asleep.  You don’t waste any time.  You’re immediately climbing up into the cockpit to seek out your armored companion.

Mando is sitting with his back to you in the pilot’s seat when you open the door and quickly shut it behind you.  You lower yourself into the copilot’s chair on his flank, completely silent.

He doesn’t move.  Neither do you.

Time passes differently in hyperspace.  It’s almost like everything somehow drags and blurs simultaneously.  Over the handful of months you’ve been partnered together, you’ve probably spent a little less than half that time in hyperspace with Mando, and excluding these past few weeks dedicated to locating this last set of quarry, it’s hard to recall any one singular instance from the hundreds of hours you must’ve spent with him in this exact setting.  Hyperspace, silence, and this damn cockpit.

Except—except this time, everything is different.  This time, you’re hyper aware of every second that passes as you sit behind him, not moving a muscle.  Your eyes are glued to the headrest behind his helmet, your jaw clenched and your nerves buzzing at the proximity between the two of you.  Though the ship is deafeningly silent, the energy burning inside you almost makes it feel like it’s too loud in here.

Mando can feel the tension.  You can tell, because it’s steadily continuing to rise.  If you were just left to simmer by yourself, you probably would’ve just plateaued at some point.  As it is, he almost acts like an amplifier, reflecting the anticipation in the air as much as he is the starlight overhead.

You’re feeding off each other like always.  But unlike all the times before, this time, you’re the initiator.  

This time, you want to fuck.  

His chair slowly turns around to face you.

And then you both just look at each other for awhile in perfect silence, like Mando absolutely fucking knows it.  Like he knows exactly how much you fucking want him again, and he’s dragging it out.  Savoring the way you’re perched on the edge of the seat, staring at him and waiting for him to make the first move.

“If there’s something you want from me,” he eventually tells you, shattering the quiet with his modulated voice.  “All you have to do is say so.”

Fuck, he has no idea.  You want more than something, you want everything from him.  Anything he’s willing to give.

Instead of answering him, though, you quietly stand up and take a few steps closer to him.  Mando doesn’t move a single muscle as you slowly hook your thumbs around the waistband of your pants and begin pushing them down your thighs.  He just watches you silently as he sits back in the pilot’s chair, likely taking note of the way you consider taking your shirt off for a second as well but then ultimately decide against it.

You probably would’ve taken it off if it was actually your shirt, but something tells you he likes you in his clothes.  After all, he could’ve dressed you in your own clothes last night, but he didn’t.  He knows where you keep your go-bag, he knows how easy it would’ve been to dig through it for a clean shirt.  But he didn’t.

So, with nothing but your undies and his dark tunic draped over you, you carefully brace a hand on his pauldron and lift your leg to settle yourself down on his lap, situating yourself between him and the flight console and straddling the hard beskar on his thighs.

“There is something,” you eventually admit, dragging your palms along the unarmored curves of his sides.  “Something I want from you.”

“It’s yours,” he says immediately, both of his hands coming down to settle on your thighs.  “Tell me.”

Fuck, the unhesitating conviction almost throws you for a second.  The way he’s looking at you through the helmet, so fucking sincere.  You bite your lip and consider him for a moment, his body physically barricaded from you as much as he always is but never looking or sounding so open before.

“Will you take this off?”  You eventually whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to the beskar shielding his face.  “I want to kiss you.”

“It’s—it’s too bright in here,” he tells you, sounding a little out of breath underneath it.  “You’ll be able to s—”

“I won’t open my eyes,” you promise, kissing the front of his visor once more.  “You can put it back on right after if you want, I just—I need to kiss you.  Please.”

His fingers tighten on your thighs, and your own reflection is the last thing you see before you’re slowly and purposefully squeezing your eyes shut in front of him.  You carefully let your fingers drift up on his chest plate, over the rigid lines of his collar bones, before finally bumping into the hard metal at the base of his helmet.

His hands immediately lift to cradle yours, quick enough to imply it’s entirely instinctual.  While his hold isn’t painful, it’s strong enough to keep you still.

So, you wait.  Patiently, with your eyes closed, hoping he trusts you enough to give this to you.  When he doesn’t pull your hands down, you press a soft kiss the beskar again, and then slowly begin pulling the helmet up.

“Wait,” he murmurs.  Wait.  Not a stop, not a get away from me, not a don’t even think about it.  Just a… wait.

You pause and don’t move.  With the way you’re wrapped around him like this, the tips of your toes barely rest on the ground, but you can still feel the floor of the cockpit start to circle underneath you.  Mando’s thighs shift underneath you as he slowly rotates the pilot seat all the way backwards, keeping his hands anchored to yours as you continue to hold onto the bottom of his helmet.

It takes you a second to realize what he’s doing.  Most of the light source in here comes from the stars streaking across the observation transparisteel, but it’s concentrated at the front of the ship where all the glowing buttons also happen to be.  He’s silhouetting his face as much as he can by facing the ladder to the dark hull.

It’s pointless, you immediately recognize, so you readily let him have it.  You know well and good that if you slip and open your eyes for even a split-second once he lets you take his helmet off, the cockpit is too bright to keep Mando hidden regardless of what direction he faces.

These are high stakes.  But the prize is far too appealing to pass up.

So you kiss the cold beskar again and slowly begin pulling the helmet up once more.  And this time, he lets you.  This time, he holds the backs of your hands and lets you keep kissing the metal as you gradually lift it up, your crotch still pressed tightly to his even though there’s now much more open space behind you to utilize now.  Your lips touch the hard edge of the helmet and you dip your chin to follow it downwards, and then suddenly you’re touching something soft and giving, something that instantly parts and licks into your mouth before you’ve even removed its shield halfway.

Heat burns through you and you moan in relief at finally getting what you wanted.  You completely forget your task as soon as his tongue is in your mouth, but Mando’s hands around yours help you guide the helmet off completely, before carelessly tossing it to the side as he kisses you.  He’s grabbing hold of your jaw and fitting his mouth perfectly to yours before you even hear the beskar clang against the metal floor.

You keep your eyes shut tight as you immediately relax into his body, making a soft noise and melting into him.

Fuck, this is worth it.  This.  This, right fucking here, this is worth everything.  Sitting on this forsaken ship and waiting on him for days or even weeks to come back, never seeing his face, always having this damn beskar separating him from you—it’s all fucking worth it when he kisses you like this.  When he makes a low sound in his throat and moves his mouth against yours like he was just fucking made for it, wraps one of his arms around your lower back and presses you tight against him while the other holds your jaw open.

You can feel yourself get wetter the longer he drags it out, every second he spends slowly biting your bottom lip and tasting you is another dark spark of arousal between your legs.  It’s lazy and hot and so, so good, you nearly whimper into his mouth and push your hips down on top of him.

The navcomp beeps a few times, the autopilot function signaling an upcoming drop from hyperspace.  Apparently your destination was much closer than you expected.

“Shit,” he huffs, breaking away from you.  “Shit—we were supposed to get bacta on Nevarro, I—shit.  I forgot.  You… y-you distracted me.”

“Tell you what,” you bury your face into his neck and reach your hand down between you two, wiggling it into his pants.  “We’ll just promise each other real hard not to get stabbed until we can get more.”

“That’s not—” his breathing stutters when you grab onto his cock and downright purr into the crook of his neck when you find him rock hard and throbbing, “that’s—n-not funny.  You’re lucky I even had that shot to give you.  Wouldn’t—wouldn’t have woken up nearly as happy as you did this morning if I didn’t.”

“How much of that would’ve been from the vibroblade though?”  You pull him out of his pants and moan hot air into the fabric covering his throat.  “Bacta on my arm wouldn’t have helped me walk any straighter, would it?”

Mando gets a single syllable out in response before you’re hooking your panties to the side and moving your hips forward, engulfing the hard underside of him between your slick, swollen lips.

His entire body jerks at the blazing heat of you, and he grits a curse when you gradually begin to move back and forth along the thick length of him.

“I don’t want you to do that next time,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  Your hips drag against his as you slide his cock through your drenched slit, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.  “Don’t do that.”

“You’re—you’re right, I’m—” Mando gasps, tilting his head to give you more room and hands coming down to clamp tight over your hips, “fuck, I’m—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough w-with y—”

“No,” you breathe into the crook of his neck, grinding your pussy against his throbbing cock.  “The shot.  Don’t do that.  Bacta kits only,” you gasp, tightening your hold around him as your clit drags over his thick erection.  “From now on, that’s all I get.”

“Fuck, come on,” he contests, slowly tipping his head back.  “It wasn’t that bad.  You barely felt it.”

“I know,” you whine, rolling your hips along his body.  “That was the worst part.”

“You—” Mando cuts himself off abruptly with a growl, his grip turning to steel on your hips.  “You… you wanted…?”

“I wanted to hurt today,” you moan, trying not to bite down on his neck with how fucking good it feels to rub your cunt along his cock like this.  “I wanted to feel you when I walked.  When I sat down in that cantina booth next to you.”

His fingers dig into your hips so hard, you’re forced to immediately stop gliding your slick pussy over him.  The navcomp beeps once more, this time rapidly.  Ten seconds until hyperspace drop.

One of your hands moves to clamp down over his shoulder while the other threads through the thick locks at the back of his head.  You pull your hips up and tilt them just a bit, just enough to position the tip of his cock at your entrance.  And then you bite his neck and slowly start to sink down on him.

Mando grits out your name, just as the navcomp beeps reach a crescendo.

The Razorcrest is thrown out of hyperspace with a giant lurch in g-force that practically shoves your cunt the rest of the way down his thick cock and then further, pressing him up so far up inside you with such a chaotic shift in gravity that Mando actually chokes next to your ear.  You’re surprised you can hear him at all, considering the blast of white noise at the rapid intrusion and the way you sob through your teeth as they dig into the thick muscles wrapped around his neck.

Fuck, he hits so fucking different from this angle.  He stretches you and fills you spectacularly, forces you to yield to him while you breathe heavy through your nose, wondering how dark of a bruise he’ll have on his neck from your bite.

Mando fucking likes it, though.  You can tell.  From the way his hand immediately comes up to tangle in your hair and hold your face in the crook of his neck while you gradually begin to pull your hips up, clamp down around him as hard as you can and slowly drag his thick cock out of your pussy, you can tell he fucking likes this.  He likes feeling your teeth in his neck while you start to fuck yourself onto him, riding his cock so steady and unhurried in the pilot’s seat of his ship.

“Fuck,” he nearly spits, his hand squeezes your thigh hard enough to leave a mark.  “Is this—is this what you n-needed, sweet girl?  Hm?  Just a little—little attention?”

You whimper, wondering how it feels so fucking amazing like this.  How the head of his cock is pushed up tight against your g-spot, spreading wildfire in your lower belly and seeping through your pelvis and into your upper thighs.  Fuck, you grind the head of his cock slow and hard against it and try not to dig your nails into his arms where your fingers are clutching tight to the dark fabric.

“Needed—Needed you to touch me in that cantina,” you whisper, already half out of your mind with the aching bliss, saying whatever the fuck comes into your head first and not thinking anything past it.  “Needed you to… to put your hand down my pants while you talked to Karga—”

“Shit,” he snarls, his hips jerking up into yours almost unintentionally with the sentiment.  “Shit—I—”

“I would’ve let you,” you moan, starting to move as best you can with his thrusts.  The positioning doesn’t allow for him to do much besides roll his hips in short, stunted movements, but it’s just enough to let you slowly build your pleasure until it’s simmering and burning through you.  “Do you think he would’ve still flirted with me if he knew you had two of your fingers inside me under that table?”

“Shut up,” he snaps, but it’s way too breathless and worked up to be anything close to threatening.  “Maker, you have to—have to sh-shut up or I won’t last—”

You can hear how fucking wet you are.  Your pussy is nearly drowning him now, slick and hot and drenched as you roll your hips up and down on top of him.  “Does that turn you on?”  You murmur, breathing hot air onto his neck and riding his cock slow and steady.

“Fuck—you’re—” Mando growls, tugging a fistful of your hair and fucking up into you as best he can in this position.  “You’re asking if it… if it t-turns me on to hear you s-say—say you wanna cum all over my fucking hand while I talk b-business with someone?  You f-fucking kidding… kidding me?”

Your cunt starts to tighten around him.  Fuck, the power trip you’re experiencing from being on top of him is starting to go to your head.  You feel brash.  Reckless and bold.  It translates to a quicker, harder pace, your hips starting to shove down onto him at the apex of his thrust upwards and hitting a spot inside you that flashes lightning down your spine.

“Fuck, I used to—used to th-think about it,” you gasp, your eyes squeezed shut and just trying to breathe through it.  “Some—sometimes.  Used to get off thinking about it.  Used to think about you and touch myself and make myself cum on the floor of your fucking ship, Din.”

Fuck, the sound he makes is one you’ve only heard once.  The time he had a jagged knife wound on his back.  An agonizingly tight, ragged gasp of a sound, the one he only makes when he’s in incredible pain and trying to hide it.  The blast of heat from it nearly sears through you and suddenly everything is pulling up hot and tight, settling low and locking your hips in position as you start to grind down hard on him—

Fuck, you’re almost there—you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you’re almost—

But then suddenly you’re being lifted up, and you nearly sob into his neck and desperately claw at him when his cock falls out of you with the jostle.  But then you’re being carried backwards and your back is slamming down into the floor, and he’s shoving his arms under your legs and positioning your hips up over his thighs.  For a split second, your eyes nearly come open with the chaotic shift in position.  But as if he knew exactly what would happen, Mando claps his hand over your eyes and braces himself on the floor by your head with the other hand, and then—

And then he starts fucking you.

Actually, no, because that word isn’t nearly good enough right now.  One of the very few occasions where a word as universal as “fuck” just doesn’t quite seem to cover it.  It would be better to say he shoves back into you and starts shattering your entire galaxy to pieces on the floor of the cockpit, making you scream his name—his real name—as he starts jackhammering his hips against yours, hand held tight over your eyes and legs braced over his broad shoulders.

It’s fucking debilitating.  It’s absolute madness, snatching your body up and wringing it dry of any last traces of your sanity.  The adjustment to his angle and speed is like a nuclear detonation inside you, and it launches you higher than you thought you could go.  You just dig your nails into his arms and sob brokenly for him at the ceiling, letting his hips collide roughly with yours as he fucks you down hard into the floor.

His mouth is at your neck as he grits the words darkly against your throat.  “Fuck, you need to learn how to be quiet when I fucking tell you to, understand?”

“I’m—” you gasp, eyes screwed up so tight behind his fingers that you don’t even notice the tear slipping out.  “I’m s-sorry—”

“Fuck—shut up,” he growls once more.  Stars, he’s hard and throbbing and he’s shredding up against raw heaven inside you, and you can barely hear him over the sound of your crying, so fucking close to the edge and begging for him.  “Maker,” he snarls, bringing his elbow down next to your head and shifting his weight so he can reach down in between your legs, “if you want it that fucking bad, I’ll f-fucking do it.  I’ll rub your pr-pretty little clit in the middle of that fucking cantina next time just like this.  Make you cum right in front of him, show him that you’re fucking mine—”

You feel like you can’t even breathe anymore.  “He—he didn’t w-want to fuck me—”

“Everyone in that d-dirty piece of shit bar wanted to fuck you, you s-sweet little thing,” he grits, rubbing tight circles over your clit and pounding directly into your g-spot with such precision and force, your eyes roll back under his hand and your spine suddenly goes rigid.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Din,” you whisper, your voice frantic and rushed and breathless as you claw aimlessly down his chest plate.  Everything pulls up sharp and burning and you’re already starting to bear down on him, starting to slowly squeeze his cock and tighten down hard in preparation for it.  “I’m gonna fucking cum—”

“Fuck, yes—” he gasps, “—fuck, let me f-feel you cum—let me feel this fucking cunt g-get wet, little girl, let m—”

He keeps talking, but you don’t hear him.  Everything is suddenly drowned out by the roaring of blood rushing through your ears, your body locking down so fucking tight around him that you wouldn’t be able to see anymore, even if his hand wasn’t clamped down hard over your eyes.

Din keeps fucking you as your orgasm slams through you with such force that your voice cracks, the blaze of white hot bliss ripping you apart.  He rubs your clit and holds you down and makes you take his cock the entire time, forcing you even higher through the explosive pleasure and muttering filth about how fucking gorgeous you are when you cum on him, how he wants to make you cum again but he can’t hold it back—

You’re saying something.  Repeating it, over and over again breathlessly in time with his ruthless thrusts, pleading and gasping it through shuddering tears.

Din—Din—Din—Din—Din—

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, stuttering to a halt inside you.  You can feel him swollen and throbbing hard inside you now that he’s still.  “Can I—can I c-cum—o-on your—”

“Yes,” you gasp, not needing anything else.  “Please.”  He can cum wherever the fuck he wants to and you’ll beg for it all the same.

So he abruptly pulls out of you and drops your legs down from his shoulders, letting them sprawl out on the floor and shake as he clambers over your body.  His breathing is ragged and you can hear him jerking himself off already as he continues to climb over you.

“Fuck,” he nearly wheezes, “fuck, don’t open your eyes, sweet girl, don’t open your pretty f-fucking eyes, I’m gonna—” and then his hand is coming off your face and tangling in your hair to hold you still, “—fuck, you’re—you’re so f-fucking p-pretty, baby, m’gonna c-cum all over your pretty fucking f-f-face, I—”  His breath catches, and the only sound that can be heard besides his hand jerking himself off over you is a hoarse, tight, “open your m-mouth—o-open your fuck—ing—”

His body jolts with pleasure above you and a moan tears from his throat as you immediately do as you’re told.  And then he’s cumming, spurting thick ropes of his warmth all over your face and parted lips and gasping out curses and his satisfaction with you.  Fuck, you feel him paint your cheeks and mouth with it, feel him shudder and hear him growl your name as he lets go.

When Din’s body finally stops shaking and he slows down his hand around his cock to squeeze the last bit of it out of him, you wait a few seconds before asking.

“Do you want me to eat it or do you want me to keep it on my face like this?”  You whisper, eyes still obediently shut.

“Fuck,” he pants from above you, trying to catch his breath.  Metal clangs next to your head as he braces himself against the floor.  “F-Fuck—eat it.”

You immediately bring your hand up to gather the sticky warmth from your cheeks on your fingers and dip them in your mouth.  He watches you the entire time, even though you can’t see him.  He watches you eat his cum off your own face, your eyes closed and content to just lay here and clean yourself off as he catches his breath.

Suddenly his tongue is hot and wet as it slides under your jaw, gathering a bit that you missed and then attaching his lips to yours and pushing it into your mouth.  You hum under him and tangle your fingers into his hair, feeling him move back a bit to stretch his legs and settle himself down on top of you.

You break away from him and turn your face just in time to feel all the oxygen rush out of your lungs the second he plops down on you.

“Maker, you are so fucking heavy,” you say, trying to conserve as much air as possible while speaking because he’s making it so fucking hard to breathe like this.

“Tell me about it,” he sighs, nibbling at your collarbone and sounding completely undisturbed by your predicament.  “It wasn’t so bad when I was younger, but now my back is always just fucking killing me.”

“Fuck, get off,” you grab his pauldrons and try and shove him off you, your eyes clenching tight with the effort.  He eventually rolls off you, but it’s very obviously because he eventually decides to take pity on you and do it himself.  “I don’t even know what fucking sector we’re in but I’m pretty sure we’re gonna be dropping into an atmosphere real quick now.”

“Fuck,” Mando grunts, just as the navcomp starts beeping rapidly.  “Fuck, I can’t—can’t get up.”

“You can’t get up?”  You bite out, draping an elbow over your eyes so you won’t have to worry about accidentally opening them.  “Put your fucking helmet on and fly the ship before it crashes.”

He grumbles under his breath and eventually drags himself off of the floor, and the only thing you’re able to catch as he stumbles into the pilot seat and swivels around to face the console is “Karga” and “I was pushy.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”  You ask after a moment, feeling the thrusters kick in and hearing the beeping abruptly cut off.  The sound of metal scrapes across the floor before he answers you.

“No,” he eventually says, but the voice is modulated and run through a familiar filter.  “Keep laying there with your legs open like that.”

You would’ve snarked back at him if the last part of his response was nearly as sarcastic as the first part.  He almost sounds… vaguely serious.  “What are y—”

“Don’t move,” he tells you, and you still can’t fucking gauge the tone of his voice, especially now that it’s coming through fucking beskar.  “It’s the first quarry and the kid is still passed out.  I’ll land somewhere and… we can keep going.  Just for… just for a little bit before I leave.”

He… is he serious?  He wants to… keep going?  What does that even fucking mean?  He just made himself cum all over your face, what the fuck does he mean by “keep going”??

All you can do is lay there on the floor, waiting to find out.  After all, you stand by what you said earlier.

Mando isn’t always rushed.

[diegos-butt]

Electricity Chapter 1

Summary: For the first time in her life, Melody Williams is moving out of her hometown to Minnesota where she got a job as a crime journalist for the Minnesota Daily. But this city does not only have a new job for her to offer. What will happen when she crosses paths with detective Walter Marshall? Heads up, a little electricity is involved ✨

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (curvy OFC)

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.5k

A/N: So, I wrote something for the first time 👀 Pls be kind haha. This is written with a plus size/curvy OFC in mind because all my curvy babes, like me, deserve some love 😘 

“Thanks for calling me. I will call you back with my decision soon.” I hung up the phone and stared at it in my hand. A woman from the newspaper in the city a few towns over had just called, telling me they were offering me a job at their crime department. I sat at my desk at my current job, a local journalist for my hometown newspaper. I started working there during college and they offered a job after I finished. I happily accepted, because that meant I could move out of my lovely parents’ house and start my own life.

As I sat at my desk I realized I had never really left this town, and I had always fantasized what it would be like to live and work in a different town. I loved my hometown, don’t get me wrong, but it is small and everyone knows each other. Every day is basically the same here. Miss Johnson walks her dog at exact 3pm, the Millers go to the supermarket at 4pm to buy dinner and the whole town eats at Al’s diner every Sunday.

Also, the men in this town aren’t something to write home about. The decent men are taken by the perfect housewives and the ones who are left, are the type of guys who you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. And unfortunately, no nice men have decided to move here in the last couple of years. The only guy I dated (we were only together for a couple of months) decided I wasn’t good enough and eloped with a pretty, skinny blonde bitch.

While the town doesn’t seem to change, neither does my job. I have been covering the local news for a couple of years now, and it feels like I have been doing the same thing over and over again. Nothing really happens here, and honestly it makes me feel stuck at my job. I feel like my job and this place aren’t helping me to move further. I want to learn more and see something else than this town.

Still staring at the phone in my hand realization washed over me. This was my way out. This phone call could change everything. Not thinking twice, I called the woman (I had forgotten her name, Stacy apparently) back telling her I was accepting their offer. This was my chance of starting something new.

In the weeks after the call, I quit my job and started looking for a new place. Luckily, I found a cosy, affordable apartment. Not too big, not too small. Perfect for me and only me. Not wanting to wait, I moved in quickly with the help of my parents and made the place feel a little like home.

It was a cute apartment with one bedroom and a tiny kitchen. I had everything I needed. A comfy couch, my kettle, my books, a tv for my binge-watching nights and lots of cosy blankets and throw pillows.

After moving in and settling down, I finally had a chance to decorate the place with a lot of fairy lights and plants. I stood in the middle of the living area, wiping some sweat of my face after moving around some heavy plants. Yeah, this is starting to look like home. I thought as I looked around the living area, satisfied with the work I did.

I sat down on my couch and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8pm. I was tired and hadn’t eaten yet. Tomorrow was my first day at the Minnesota Daily and I couldn’t wait. I was a little nervous, but because I was so tired, I didn’t have the energy to be too nervous or to make dinner.

I decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich and go to bed early. Tomorrow was the first day of a new start and I needed to look good. Might need a full 12 hours of sleep if I want to look a little decent, I thought to myself as I stared into the mirror and noticed my messy hair and the bags under my eyes.

After I ate my ‘dinner’ (I decided two grilled cheese sandwiches counted as dinner), I went to my bedroom and picked an outfit for tomorrow. A simple jeans and a baby blue blouse would do it. Afterwards I brushed my teeth and removed my make up. I put on my pyjamas and fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

After parking my car in the parking garage underneath the building the Minnesota Daily is located, I checked my make up one last time in the rear-view mirror. No uneven eyebrows and no smudges of mascara. Let’s go make a good first impression.

I stepped out of the car and grabbed my purse. I walked out of the parking garage and made my way to the front desk where I was greeted by a friendly older looking receptionist.

“Hi, I’m Melody! It is my first day here and I was told to ask for Stacy,” I said.

“Welcome dear! I’ll let Stacy know you’re here! She’ll be here in a sec,” she said with a smile. I nodded and looked around. People were walking in and out of the building, most of them talking on the phone. They all looked like they were in a rush.

Stacy appeared within a minute. She was taller than me, and I’m not exactly tiny, and her long brown hair was tied up in a bun. She walked towards me with her hand reached out and I quickly took it.

“Hi, you must be Melody! I’m Stacy, but everyone calls me Stace. Come, follow me, I’ll show you where we will be working!” she said while we walked to the elevator. While the elevator brought us to the 8th floor, she asked me how my new apartment was and if I liked the city. Before I knew it, the elevator reached the 8th floor.

“Everyone, pay attention! This is Melody and she will be joining our department as you all know,” Stacy practically yelled the second we left the elevator. I already saw some friendly faces looking at me. “Hi, I am Melody, but please call me Mel,” I said while Stacy walked over to a desk and started to introduce me to my new co-workers.

After I met everyone from the crime department, I made my way towards my new desk. Everyone seemed friendly and there was a relaxed atmosphere. Which was a little surprising to me considering this was the crime department. I looked around and thought: yeah, I made the right call to accept this offer.

Yet, I had no idea what this town had to offer me. Or better said, who.

In the first week I worked there I became friends with some of my co-workers. Carmen Garcia practically forced me to go to lunch with her and Gia Park on my first day. They had both been working at the Minnesota Daily for a couple of years now and they were one of the few women in the department. So, they were glad I was recruited to give them another ally in the office.

While we had lunch, they informed me about everything I needed to know. “You seriously need to stay away from creepy Greg, he works for the finance section. Make sure you never go down there alone. He always looks at women like he wants to drag them into an empty alley,” Gia said while pretending to throw up.

“Oh, he is the worst! But Megan, the receptionist, is the best ever. She is so sweet and kind. If you ever need anything, just ask her and she will help you,” Carmen added.

“Definitely! And if you ever need free tickets for a sports game, just let me know and we will visit the guys from the sport section,” Gia told me with a wink.

“I will keep all of this in mind,” I said while taking a sip from my cappuccino. “but tell me something about yourselves!”

Next thing I knew Carmen and Gia told me where they grew up, where they went to school and how they ended up working for the Minnesota Daily. I noticed how easy it was to talk to these girls and we had a good laugh while they told me about their most recent dating disasters. I nearly spilled my cappuccino not once or twice, but thrice while Carmen told me about how she escaped from one of her dates through the bathroom window.

During my first week I spend a lot of time with them. I helped them finish their articles and I got to know them pretty well. Carmen is tough, but sweet and straightforward, while Gia is soft and has a very short span of attention while working. She has visited my desk every half hour just to “catch up”. But I didn’t complain. It was nice to have them as my co-workers, although they began to feel more like friends.

It felt like my life fell into place again. I was making new friends, and I did a pretty good job so far.  Still, sometimes I forgot to do basis tasks like getting groceries. So now I was parking my car in the parking lot of the grocery store.

As soon as I stepped out, I felt the cold chilly air around me, making me pull my leather jacket closer around my body. Hastily I stepped through the doors of the store just a few minutes before they would close. Quickly I grabbed a basket, knowing I should grab a cart, and started to walk through the aisles.

It was quiet inside, just a few people were doing some last-minute shopping like me. I waved hello to the woman at the cash register as I made my way to the first aisle.

So just the basics, some bread, apples, veggies, chocolate. Hmm maybe no chocolate. Okay yes, some chocolate. I deserve it today. What else, milk and cereal obviously. Girl gotta eat some breakfast. I thought as I threw some products in my already way too full basket and made my way to the cereal aisle. I walked passed the apples and picked some up, holding them in my hands.

Walking through the aisle I stopped in front of the many boxes of cereal. Above me I noticed a flickering lightbulb, reminding me I still needed to watch the last episode of Stranger Things. Maybe I should watch it tonight.

Staring at all the different kinds of cereal, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted. After a minute of just staring at the boxes lost in my own world, I grabbed one.

Except, I suddenly wasn’t the only one. Quickly I turned around and bumped into a warm, broad chest which made me drop the apples I was carrying. “Oh shit,” I whispered before I looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen and stared at the man. He had a beard and dark, brown curls. One of the curls dangled in front of his eyes and I had to fight the urge to not wipe it out of his face.

“It didn’t look like you were going to make a decision soon, so I just grabbed the one I wanted,” he said while crouching down to pick up the fallen apples.

“Oh no, no it’s fine,” I stammered, completely overwhelmed by him. “I guess I was zoned out there for a moment.”

While he was picking up the apples, I decided to take a quick look at him. He was a tall, big man wearing a dark blue sweater. Damn it, he is gorgeous. Don’t mind bumping into him more often.. no don’t go there, pull yourself together! I thought as I felt my cheeks burning all of a sudden. I couldn’t even remember the last time I talked to a man this handsome. Get it together Mel.

As he stood up and handed me the apples, I noticed how tired he looked. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, making me wonder when it was the last time he had a decent amount of sleep. Or if he ever had a decent night of sleep.

“Thank you for picking these up,” I said while holding up the apples, making them almost fall again. His reflexes were fast as he grabbed my elbow, helping me keep the apples balanced. The warmth of his hand made my legs suddenly feel a little weak.

“No problem,” he chuckled tiredly making me smile a little. “Maybe you should have gotten a cart instead of a basket, might be easier,” he said while still holding onto my elbow. He pointed with his other hand to my basket that was way too full.  

“You are probably right, but my stubborn ass thought I could carry it all, so here we are,” I answered with a timed laugh, feeling a little embarrassed. He looked at me with those blue eyes and I noticed he had a “don’t mess with me” vibe, that somehow made me feel safe.

As I looked at his hand on my elbow, I suddenly became aware of how close he was. I could smell his musky cologne. He noticed I looked at his hand, and he abruptly let go of me while taking a step back. I immediately missed the warmth of his hand.

“I, uh, I need to go. Take care and don’t drop those again,” he told me with a small smile pointing at the apples in my hands. He grabbed his own basket and started to walk away. As he walked away, I took a good look of him. He was a very muscular man, and I took a mental picture of his ass because that was a sight I did not want to forget. I must tell Carmen and Gia about this.

“I can’t promise that, but I will try my hardest,” I laughed, knowing I would probably drop them again soon. “See you around?” I asked him. Surprised by my own boldness I nearly sank through the floor out of embarrassment.

He looked back at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I felt a spark of electricity going through my spine. “I hope so,” he said with a smirk before he shook his head and turned the corner leaving me speechless in the cereal aisle.

I stood there for another minute while coming back to my senses. My cheeks stopped burning and I realized I had not embarrassed myself that much. I smiled to myself and pictured the smirk he gave me in my head. Then the announcement that the store was about to close in a few minutes blared through the speakers, reminding me I still had to collect some groceries.

Quickly I grabbed the rest of the groceries and headed towards the cash register hoping to see him one more time. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found.

I paid for the groceries and walked to my car. Loading the groceries in the trunk I nearly dropped the apples again. Told you, I thought while closing the trunk. It was getting dark and colder outside so I wasted no more time and drove home.

While driving home I realized the mistake I made.

Damn, I should’ve asked his name.

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> Chapter two

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slater!

Seo Changbin x female reader

2.1k words of fluff

slater: an all around nice guy

lol hi 0325stay here, back as peterssimp. I’ll probs be reposting old fics of mine haha

It was supposed to be a lowkey get together with just a small group of friends, but you know how it goes. Word goes around. Friends tell friends then they tell their friends and now you were at home, packed with a bunch of strangers. 

You didn’t mind that much, as long as no one was too rowdy everything would be okay. Though you didn’t know most of these people well, there was one that caught your eye. He wasn’t that tall, but he was tall enough. What stood out the most was the way he stood there, looking all confident in himself and mysterious.

This man didn’t do much. He just watched everyone, took sips from his cup with folded arms. He just stayed calm and quiet by the wall. 

You took glances at him every once in a while, to see how he was doing and every time you peeked, it was like he felt you looking because he’d look back up at you and shoot you a smirk from across the room.

The blush would spread across your face whenever he did that, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep looking. There was something so addicting to this guy even when he was doing the bare minimum. 

Eventually, he caught on. He knew you were attracted to him and this time whenever you glanced at him, he gave you a nod and a smile. Laughing when he saw your face turn red. But he just continued to stand there, still with a cup in his hands, and probably watching over his friends.

It was the middle of the night now, but the party was still alive. And you were probably a bit tipsy, but not enough for you to forget anything you do. It did give you a boost of confidence though, so you decided to go make a move on this stranger.

You walked over to him after you filled your cup again and stood beside him, leaning on the wall. He was even more good looking up close, and under the shirt, you finally saw the large muscles on him which attracted you even more. 

Before you could say anything, this man beat you to it. He saw how out of place your hair was, so with a finger, he pushed the strands of hair behind your ear and stared at your eyes. Making you blush even more now.

“What’s your real name?”

Apparently, he only knew you by the nicknames your friends passed around.

“Y/N…”

You gulped as you took another sip of your drink, trying to act cool, but you couldn’t. He smiled and kept his hand on your shoulder and bent down a bit to whisper in your ear.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl… Well, I’m Changbin.”

And just like that, you two got to talking. He was kind, but cold, just giving you that bad boy vibe. He looked so scary and intimidating, but when you two started talking, you could tell that he knew how to keep a conversation going.. It was light, but playful, also adding in some jokes here and there, just keeping you smiling and giggling as you two talked.

“You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

You kinda choked at the question, but you quickly shook your head saying no.

“Cute, ‘cause I’d love to take you out one time. You know, just talk more in a quieter place. Preferably alone.”

Changbin was about to lean down and give you a kiss on the cheek, but then, he heard one of his friends call him to help them and he excused himself from you, cutting the fun conversation short. 

You watched him carry his friend off the couch and watched him struggle a bit to get his friend standing, but he managed to support him and he called an uber to go home. Being the host, you walked them out the door and watched the whole group get into the uber safely.

Before you shut the door, Changbin ran back to it and slipped you a piece of paper with all his socials and his number and quickly left you a peck on the cheek.

“I had fun tonight, good night.”

At this point, you were feeling starstruck by this man. He wasn’t too special, but you were just so drawn to him and you didn’t think that by simply standing beside him would lead you to getting his number and social media plus him asking you out.

You held onto that piece of paper tight that night as you waited for more people to leave your place. Surprisingly, one by one, each friend group started to leave and catch their rides home and finally, you were home alone.

Even though it was 1am, you couldn’t be at peace with yourself until everything was cleaned up. Luckily, everyone knew how to clean up after themselves so there wasn’t a huge mess left. Just some bottles and bags of food that needed to be put away.

“Hey, it’s Y/N from the party. Did you get home safely?”

You started to text Changbin while you started cleaning up. You didn’t think about how fast he’d reply because it was late and he was probably tired. But then, your phone started to ring and it was Changbin calling. You picked up and he started thanking you for the night.

He told you he and his friends got home safely and then continued on with the conversation you two were having earlier that night. Then, he asked you what you were doing and you mentioned that you were just cleaning up. 

Changbin was lowkey feeling bad that you were cleaning up alone so he asked if you needed any help because he was bored and wasn’t tired just yet. You thought to yourself for a bit, maybe this could be the chance that you two could get to know each other even more, in the comfort of your own home.

You told him that he didn’t need to, but he kept insisting, saying that he wanted to see you too.

So, in a few minutes, Changbin made the drive to your house and knocked on your door. You were kind of shocked that he drove because you thought he had been drinking earlier, but it turns out, he wasn’t. It was only pop.

He started sweeping and mopping and throwing out the trash for you. Basically doing all of the work because he told you to just sit back and relax and just calm yourself down with some water. This man was a genuine hardworking guy, which made him even more attractive.

The connection you two had through this conversation somewhat made you feel safe and comfortable with him. Even though you two only met that night. His laugh was contagious and his comments were wise, but interesting. This man was different. Maybe you got lucky meeting him tonight.

Changbin finished cleaning up and your house was spotless now. It was now almost 3am, but you two were still enjoying each other’s presence. You didn’t want him to leave, so you offered him to stay the night if he wanted to. 

Surprisingly, he agreed and offered to sleep on the couch, but you felt bad, especially after he cleaned the whole house for you. So, you shook your head and took his hand in yours and led him up the stairs to your room. 

He mentioned that he wasn’t the type to do one night stands, so you just laughed because you weren’t the type to do that too. His face turned confused, but you told him you had another bed in your room that he was welcome to sleep on.

Changbin waited outside your room while you changed and then knocked on the door when you were done. You let him in and you two continued the conversation again. It was like a never-ending story between you two. He climbed into your bed with you instead of the other one, but you didn’t mind.

He laid there with you, just staring up at the ceiling while jokes were being passed around. Your hands were intertwined with each other as you spoke, but since it was getting late, you were starting to doze off throughout the conversation and Changbin noticed. 

Gently, he pulled you in closer and let you use his arms as a pillow. Then you two just took a quick nap together until you started to hear the birds chirp as they woke up and it was right before sunrise too.

“Good morning”

Changbin said as he placed a kiss on your head, smiling when he saw that your hands were still holding his. He looked out to see that it was before sunrise and asked you if you wanted to take a quick ride to see the sun rise, maybe even grabbing some breakfast after.

Without hesitation, you agreed and off you two went. Usually you weren’t this trusting, but Changbin was different. He was like a breath of fresh air and you could tell that he was a good person from the start.

He put on his favourite morning playlist and drove freely through the traffic free streets of the city and then to the best viewpoint that overlooks the city. Throughout the ride, Changbin kept switching from holding your hand to his gear since he drove a manual car.

He took sweet looks at you while you kept talking. With the wind blowing through your hair and the quiet roads only highlighted your laughs with him. He was starting to feel lucky for meeting you too.

Finally, you two made it to the viewpoint and sat on the hood of the car as you watched the sun wake up. He never let go of your hand and now, he was even resting his head on your shoulder. It was like you two knew each other for so long already.

As you two watched the sun rise, Changbin shuffled down and rested his head on your lap, just looking up at you now.

“You’re something special, aren’t you?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you sat there in silence and just smiled back at him. His hand  guided your hand to his hair, moving it to let you know that he wanted you to play with his hair. And so, you did. It was comforting to both of you anyways.

Watching the sunrise was so calming and comforting and you two just felt right. Changbin decided to make another move and stood up in front of you, opening his arms up in an embrace. You gladly accepted it and now you were in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body as he hugged you tight.

He then looked down at you and with no hesitation went straight for your lips. Finally kissing you after wanting to kiss you the whole night. First, it was soft and quick, but when he pulled away with a smile, you pulled him back to just kiss him back longer.

Your lips brushed against his and it felt like butterflies were taking over your body. He felt your breath along his skin which only raised goosebumps all over, and he tasted the sweet gloss on your lips. 

Changbin felt his heart beat faster and faster and when you continued sharing a kiss, his mind went blank and there was nothing else on his mind. He just wanted this moment to last. He was struck with happiness and content for once in his life. 

When you pulled away and felt shy, you also saw him blush for the first time and he couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so adorable that you just wanted to capture the moment. You quickly pulled out your phone and asked him to pose for the camera. But he took it and flipped the camera around, sitting on the hood of his car and pulling you in between his legs.

He told you to count and to smile on 3. You followed what he said and on 3, you were surprised with a kiss on the cheek as he captured that moment with you. The sunlight hitting you two perfectly and making you look like gold.

“You’re so beautiful y/n. This one’s for the books.”

Despite only meeting him a few hours ago, you could tell that you and Changbin were going to be in each other’s lives for long. Again, he pulled you in for a hug and embraced you tight, leaving you kisses on top of your head, which was his habit and just watched the city below come to life now.

“Let’s get breakfast now?”

[tillthelandslide]

A Distracting Kiss

Request from the kind @pixie1484 : “Hey there.I would love if you could write a medical fanfic where Henry is sick and needs to take injections but is really scared and is a big baby when it comes to needles..Thanks a bunch💕”. I really hope you enjoy you, thank you for being so patient with me, sorry it took a while. 

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece, we wanted to include Henry’s lovely bottom haha - L 

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Today was the day Henry would be getting his injections. He had texted you and begged you to come along with him, he was beyond nervous and it made you giggle. You couldn't understand how your best friend, the strongest, biggest, bravest person you knew, a man who performs dangerous stunts and fight sequences, was so afraid of a few injections. You kind of loved that he was nervous, not in a horrible way but it meant you could be there for him in a way no one else could. You and Henry hadn't known each other that long, you met him in the set of the Witcher where you worked and had hit it off immediately. Your friendship was very flirty and to those who didn't know you, well they would've guessed you were a couple. You remember attending the wrap party for the witcher and Henry had been attached to you, constantly holding your hand, or placing his hand on your waist, even pulling you to sit on his lap when he had had a few drinks. You didn't mind the dynamic of your relationship, but there was this unspoken tension between you, one in which drew you together, you were in love with him but never knew he felt the same.

You arrived at Henry's house and let yourself in with a spare key he had given you. You closed the door behind you as Kal ran up to you, you knelt down and pet him on the head, your fingers massaging behind his ears.

"Where's your daddy, big guy?" you said, making Kal pant happily at you.

"Henry?" you called out, placing your keys down on a table near Henry's door. You heard him grunt from the living room so walked there, Kal following closely behind you. You were met with Henry pacing back and forth, his index finger and thumb pulling at his bottom lip. You walked up to him and wrapped your small hand around his, making him stop pulling his lip.

"Hi." you said, moving his hand which was now in yours away from him.

"Hey" he grunted. He got like this when he was nervous, moody and brooding.

"Hen. Calm down it's going to be fine" you said, walking to sit on his sofa, you had some time before you needed to drive him to his appointment. Kal jumped up on the sofa, sprawling himself out across your lap, pouting up at his dad nervously.

"Henry Cavill, please sit down. Cmon your making Kal nervous" you said sternly, making him look down at Kal and pout.

"I'm sorry buddy" he said, stroking his head.

"Come here" you said, moving your legs further apart and gesturing for him to sit on the floor in between your legs. He did as he was told, his back facing you. Your hands rested against his shoulder, gently massaging them to try relieve some of the stress. You could feel Henry's shoulders drop as soon as you started massaging them, you could sense that he had calmed down just a little bit.

"Now listen to me okay? You're going to be fine, I'll be there the whole time, you can hold my hand if you want.

"Hmm. It's going to hurt isn't it?" he said, looking at you over his shoulder, he groaned when you loosened a particularly hard knot in his shoulder.

"It feels like barely a scratch" you said trying to reassure him. You could tell it hadn't worked because his lip was being chewed by his teeth.

"Henry you're going to bruise yourself" you said referring to his incessant chewing.

"Hmm" he said not listening to you, you leant forward over his shoulder, and did the first thing that came to your mind, which in this case was to place a kiss against his cheek, very close to his mouth. He stopped chewing his lip instantly, making you smile triumphantly. You stood up, offering him your hand which he took and you helped pull him up, his hands came to rest on your hips almost instinctively, yours resting on his shoulders.

"You'll be fine" you repeated, making him nod, although it was half-hearted. He pulled you against him, wrapping himself around you in a hug. You loved this vulnerable side of Henry and loved that he rarely showed it to many people, naming you feel special. One of your hands moved to the back of his, playing with the hairs there to try soothe him.

"We gotta go" you said, making the both of you pull away. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the door, you picked up your keys. You left Henry by the door, sorting out Kal as he was too preoccupied to do so. You looked down at Kal and spoke to him.

"We'll be back soon okay? Be good, you've got water and food and the back door is open slightly so you can do your business. We won't be long" you said, stroking his head, he soon huffed and walked away making you chuckle, he really didn't care that you were leaving. You looked back at Henry who was staring at his feet, his bottom lip back in between his teeth. Your small hand resting against his face, pulling him from his thoughts as you looked up at him, sympathy written across your face.

"Ready?" you said, your hand dropping to grasp his. He nodded and you opened the door, closing it and leading Henry to your car. You drove to the appointment, telling Henry to take a seat whilst you spoke to the receptionist. You were called in shortly after and Henry was told to sit down on the examination table.

"He's really nervous huh?" the doctor said to you, making you nod. This was Henry's doctor so he knew him well but he had never seen him this nervous before and he commented on it to you.

"It's just going to feel like a little scratch" the nurse said, making Henry nod, she began to prepare the injections and you stood next to Henry, him immediately grasping your hand.

"Why is the needle so long?" he said, you could feel him beginning to shake.

"It's okay, it's okay. Y’know I wouldn't let you do anything that would seriously hurt you, right?" you said, making him nod as the nurse came back over, she began to find his vein on his arm and he looked at you, you had never seen him look so worried.

"I'm going to administer the injection now okay? You'll feel a short scratch and that's it" the nurse said, Henry didn't reply so she didn't start yet. Henry was just looking at you and he was shaking so much, an idea came to mind so you nodded at the nurse. The needle was placed against his arm and as she was about to inject it, your fingers grasped his chin and you pushed your lips gently against his. He moved his lips against yours, completely forgetting about the injection.

"There's the first one done." the nurse said, placing some cotton wool on his arm and smirking at you. Henry looked between you and the nurse, dumbfounded, he didn't feel a thing, probably too distracted by your lips against his.

The whole time the doctor was preparing another injection, Henry's manager who had organised this had also informed them that he needed an anti-sickness injection as he was going to be doing a lot of travelling.

"So we've also been informed you need an anti-sickness injection, now this injection requires me and the nurse here. It has to be administered through the glutes, it will hurt a tiny bit more than the one in your arm and you will feel a numbness for a few hours after" the doctor said calmly, you could tell Henry was still a bit nervous but you think the kiss that happened was distracting him enough so he didn't get too worked up.

"Due us both needed to help, you can't be by his side unfortunately, you can take a seat here" the said kindly to you making you smile.

"That's fine" you smiled back, going to move away from Henry, who didn't let you and squeezed your hand harder.

"I'm just going to be sitting right here" you said, the chair was placed a tiny bit further away from him but he'd still be able to see you. He nodded and let you go. The doctor instructed him to lie down on the bed and pull his trousers down which he did and he then began inserting the injection. Henry's face pinched up slightly and you could tell he was uncomfortable, he wasn't in pain however which was good.

You tried to make him more comfortable by making a joke "Nice bum" you joked, making him chuckle (and the doctor and nurse too).

"There we go, all done" the doctor said, finishing up the injection.

"Now as I said, your glutes will feel a little bit numb for a while and may feel achy tomorrow but that feeling should go away in a day or 2. Same goes for your arm. If you have any problems like bruising or bleeding, come and see me" he said as Henry got ready, sitting up from the table.

"Thanks doc" Henry said, back to his usual self, shaking his hand.

"Thank you." you said, shaking his hand too.

"Might need your help to calm a few other patients." he said, making you laugh.

You drove Henry home, opening the door for him and smirking at him as you both walked inside.

"What?" he said, laughing to himself at how ridiculous he was behaving.

"Nothing" you shrugged, still laughing to yourself. You walked to the kitchen pulling out two glasses and filling them with water, walking back to his living room and sitting next to him on the sofa, passing him a glass.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he took a sip.

"Never known you to be such a big baby" you teased, nudging his shoulder.

"Hey that's mean" he said, pouting.

"I'm only joking. I like vulnerable Henry" you said smiling at him.

"Don't get used to it" he said, smiling and taking a sip from his water, leaning forward to place his drink down. He groaned as he did so.

"Man, my butt really aches" he said, making you check out his butt.

"Did you just check out my butt?" he said, making you giggle.

"It's a nice butt" you shrugged, not caring that you were being so open.

"Thank you and thanks for everything you did today. Nice trick by the way" he said and you presumed he was talking about the kiss.

"Anytime" you said, jokingly winking at him.

"Might have to take you up on the offer" he said, leaning in slightly.

"More than welcome to" you said, leaning in slightly too. Henry pushed forward a tiny bit more, pressing his lips against you lightly. His bottom lips felt slightly chapped, probably from how much he had been chewing it, but you didn't mind, his lips felt good against yours. It was just a sweet kiss but it was nice. Henry pulled away, pulling you into a hug, your head resting against his chest.

"You should know you're special to me yn. Not many people get to see me the way you saw me today" he said seriously.

"You mean to tell me that you don't act like a big baby to everyone" you said, making him laugh sarcastically.

"I'm serious though." he said, looking down at you.

"I know" you said, smiling sweetly up at him "I appreciate you being like that with me" you said, leaning up to place another sweet kiss against his lips.

All you knew in that moment was, you and Henry hadn't defined what you are, but you knew you were something to him, after all many people get to so the vulnerable Henry, or his nice butt for a matter of fact.

[99liners]

Okay this has been long overdue- I forgot I was writing this until I opened my notes today 👁👄👁 this isn't exactly my best attempt since I kind of gave up but ITS STILL FUN THO- I remember talking to you about this 😂

So uh characters:

@loquacious11 as Ade (just shortened her name but I HAD to add her)

@99liners as Jaimie herself 🥴

@strawberryjimin13 as Al aka me 😭

I present to you! THERPAY SESSION!

The silence is deafening, only the slight pitter patter of the rain against the window is heard as the therapist stared wide eyed at the people seated in front of her.

Jaimie shift uncomfortably in her spot on the sofa trying her best to avoid the therapists gaze. Ade who's seated on jaimie's right side heaves an exasperated sigh meanwhile Al sitting on the left stares out the window pretending to not know what's happening.

"OKAY- so you're telling me that the reason of your visit has something to do with a fanfiction series written by Jaimie here?" The therapist questions pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Precisely...." Ade replies, offering a small smile.

"Alright...so for me to properly understand what your feeling I need more detail of what this series is about" the therapist asks with curiosity lacing her voice.

"OH boy where do we even start" Al finally says as the 3 women present on the sofa meet eachothers gaze as if having a wordless argument on whether to tell the therapist or not.

"Well the series was about toxic relationships and objectification of women-" Jaimie says breaking the silence before being interrupted by a very heated Al and Ade who look like they've been waiting for this moment for their entire lives.

"LOOK WE KNOW IT SOUNDS AWFUL- BUT THESE MEN ARE L O Y A L" Al defends.

"NOT ONLY THAT BUT THESE MEN WIN PETTY FUCKING ARGUMENTS! HOW!?" Ade quickly follows behind Al.

The therapist is startled by the sudden yelling but continues to absorb everything that's being said and jotting it down in her notepad.

"Uh okay so what seems to be the issue here? You guys are pretty defending the series?" The therapist asks a little confused.

"That's the issue! See we find these men infuriating! But at the same time we're too hooked to let go" Ade replies calmly this time.

"Yeah the writing is so good that during nodus tollens Jimin story I realised that shit! I would fall for his manipulation beacuse of my abandonment issues. Jaimie is the culprit in all this" Al replies while fidgeting with her fingers.

An offended gasp leaves jaimie's lips as she  moves forward, "HOW AM I THE CULPRIT!? YOU GUYS READ IT ON YOUR OWN FREE WILL AND CONSENT!" Jaimie defends herself

"Well I wasn't expecting kaiho jungkook to be that uh emotionless?I Felt like the interaction was between a statue who looked like the Greek God ready to unleash hell upon us. Spoiler alert! He did" Ade adds nodding her head with arms crossed.

"OH its also the fact that a goddamn doctor would have an ego as big as Jupiter that that he uses blackmail against his own wife! Like who does that! He's still hot though-" Al continues with a frown on her face.

But before the rambling could continue, Jaimie who has had enough intrups, "okay okay we get it! They are psychopaths! I write about toxic men. Haha look at the time we have to go!" She says as she physically pushes a rambling Ade and Al out of the door.

"Thank you for your time! They'll be fine. We'll all be fine...probably-" Jaimie says before rushing away without another word.

The therapist who is too stunned to speak stares at the now empty sofa for a good 5 minutes before slowly taking of her glasses and pinching her nose bridge. She finally puts her clipboard down and strides towards her office table reaching for her phone. Pulling out the contact she's looking for, while dialing the number she looks at the rain outside the window when someone picks up the phone.

"Uh hey Ellen! Uh this sounds weird but uh- can you book a therapy session for me?"

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It is time for me to go study before I get my ass beaten 🥴

everyone here needs therapy but instead we read/write fictional works based on the fictional perception of characters instead cause it's cheap xD

[valorxdrive]

♕ - “Nara Spiky, Nara Spiky!” A gentle tone wrought with panic quickly states, stopping their companion in the midst of their advance.

Hovering through the use of their naturally gifted magic and a spin of the leaves, the Aranara quickly hoists up higher, levitating the male’s side as it surveys the grounds ahead. As it hears the echoing cries and dying melodies of the land around them, the very grounds themselves being drained as the vibrant greenery found itself falling victim to a dulled, paler color. It was enough of a sight to make Sora’s eyes narrow in pure distaste as a familiar dark energy found itself coalescing here, greedily taking each and any foothold of life it can in order to spread what his newest friends describe as Marana.

“This is it, isn’t it? I’ve come across a couple of these places before..” Nara Spiky better known as Sora notes, causing an instance of surprise to the round Aranara. Tucked within it’s valley of memories was a curious tale, of brave Nara who held considerable strength despite their stature. It remembers catching the sight of few particulars that could harness the beloved power of the elements.

Could he also be one of these..? No, he has to be considering the energies relatable to Lesser Lord Kusanali found themselves singing a song that shimmer deeps within, as if their very being promoted such happiness.

It caused the plant sprite to find not only comfort, but courage as it gave a nod. “Correct. The Withering as you nara describe it. It’s the Marana attempting to steal power once again.. and spread more Marana, alongside those dangerous fungi. They work close to iron giants...”

”Then don’t you worry.” Sora gently intercepts, patting a soft hand of reassurance upon their head. A touch that held such good intention despite the surrounding gloom managed to reduce the way they shivered, this Aranara here clearly not holding grounds as a seed born to fight. In that end, the keybearer never found an issue to begin with. It’s this invading force on the other hand that grew to stir his ire. “That just means I have to do what I learned the last time? Destroying those tumors thrumming with power should.. should? !” Oh, wait a second.

Sora’s sentence dwindling like that stirred forth in an instance of confusion. “???” It could only ponder if Nara were always so distractable.

“This feeling.. more like a rhythm, I know this!” Before we head in, we should definitely take note of this. C’mon!”

“Ah, hold on Nara Spiky! What did you see!?” Nonetheless the sprite would kick into gear and follow along this human who held such a nimble stature. Cliffsides, high walls, somehow they held the constitution to run up these very walls as if they were forest floors. It was a view that only kindled a brighter hope as soon, the both of them launched over the cliffside only for.. Another Nara, one that held blues and golden hair to be seen?

It was a view that made a cheerful laugh bark from the warrior’s lips as the circumstance. While the presence was only gentle sparks before, the higher he acclimated, Sora soon came to discover how Teyvat had all sorts of unique means of sensing signatures. So for the sight to be a familiar, stalwart gaze to be in the midst of investigations of his own, it warmed his emotions akin to a refreshing dip at his island’s ocean. “Haha! Dain, hey! It really is you!” He declares while effortlessly diving with the air time, performing a seamless landing. In moments like this the heart enjoyed speaking a touch clearer than any words, so actions were formed, leading to him embracing the Twilight Sword in quite the energetic hug.

“And looking better than ever too! Man do I have so much to..” Oh. Blinking once, twice, it dawned exactly what he was doing, again.

Quickly retracting back, a small moment was taken to once again let his hand clear any sweeps of imaginary dust within such a moment.

“Er.. My bad on that.”

Meanwhile, the Aranara curiously watched this exchange as it curiously floated all the closer.

“I figured if you were around, you’d be on the same case, there’s so much going on..” Sora began, leaving an opening for response.

@reginrokkr​

[4stars-uswnt]

Eyes for Only One [Alex Morgan x Reader]

requested by @androgynousmoneyflowervoid: Hey could you write a alex morgen x reader Where reader is new in the team and a couple of players are mesmerized by her. They try to make a move on reader and try to get her attention. But reader has only eyes for one person and that is Alex Morgan.

A group of the USWNT players stood agape on the sidelines, watching you do your pre-training workout. You had taken your shirt off about half way through your workout, leaving you in only your sports bra.

“What are you guys doing?” Alex Morgan confusedly asks her teammates, approaching the group.

“Admiring our new teammate and her extremely fit body.” Emily explains.

Alex directs her attention to where you’re wiping your face, and she can’t help but stare at your body. They certainly had a good reason to admiring, as you were the most beautiful woman Alex had ever seen.

“Why is she working out before training? She’s gonna be exhausted.” Alex points out, tilting her head.

“I dunno, but by looking at her body, I can tell she can go for a long time.” Kelley smirks, nodding in approval.

Alex rolls her eyes at her best friend’s innuendo. “Kel, you have a girlfriend.”

“And? It doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the female figure. In fact, I’m sure if my girlfriend was here, she’d be admiring (Y/N)’s body as well.” Kelley remarks.

Before Alex can respond, Vlatko blows his whistle. “(Y/N), get over here!” He waves you over to meet the rest of the team. “As many of you have noticed,” he glances knowingly at Kelley, Emily, and the others who had been ogling you, “we have a new call up. Everybody, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Hey.” You wave at the team, smiling. You scan the group, recognizing many of the world-class players, and your eyes fall on Alex, your breath hitching. Obviously, you’d heard of Alex Morgan and seen pictures of her, but nothing could compare to seeing her in real life. Feeling someone’s eyes on her, Alex looks around and makes eye contact with you. You immediately look away, embarrassed you had been caught staring.

“You can get to know (Y/N) later and ask her all the questions you later after practice.” Vlatko continues, holding up his hand to stop Emily, who had opened her mouth to ask you something, before he begins to explain the plan for training and the first drill.

To say that the USWNT had been impressed with your play would be a massive understatement. Your touch on the ball was extremely controlled and quick, and you worked well in the middle, connecting the back line to the forwards. Not only were your soccer skills outstanding, but your strength, agility, and speed were something worth mentioning. By the end of training, you had more than proved yourself as national team caliber, leaving the rest of the team wondering why you hadn’t been called up earlier.

—————

As you slide into an empty seat on the bus, Emily turns around in her seat, already starting the inquisition. “So, where are you from?”

Looking up from your phone, you answer the blonde defender. “LA.”

“Another California girl!” Kelley hollers, and you chuckle and nod.

“Sonny, wait till dinner to question the newbie.” Megan shouts from the front of the bus.

Emily humphs and turns back around in her seat, making conversation with Lindsey.

You slip on your headphones and listen to your music undisturbed for the rest of the ride back to the hotel.

—————

At dinner, you find yourself staring across the room at the forward who’d been occupying your thoughts all afternoon and evening.

“(Y/N)!” Ashlyn calls out from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Time for your interrogation!” Ali slaps her wife’s shoulder and scolds her.

“(Y/N), it’s not an interrogation.” The older defender reassures. “We just wanna get to know you a little better.”

“Sure.” You nod, as the entire team turns their chairs to face you.

“How old are you?” Kelley starts.

“29.”

That definitely raised some eyebrows, as the team was still curious as to why and how this was your first call up, especially given your talent.

“Why haven’t you been called up before?” Christen asks from next to you.

“I’ve received call ups ever since I was 18,” you reveal, shocking many of the women, “but I’ve never been able to attend camps or actually be on the team. It just was never the right time. I had to take care of my younger siblings, and my family was tight on money.” You tell the team a shortened version of your story so they get the gist of it. “And we all know FIFA doesn’t pay women enough money.” You add on with a small chuckle, causing the entire room to laugh and roll their eyes.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here now. We could definitely use your skill going into the Olympics.” Alex admits, smiling.

You turn to meet her blue eyes and return a smile, nodding in appreciation. “Thanks, it’s really great to finally be here. This has been a dream of mine since I was little.”

“Who was your favorite player growing up?” Tobin asks, muffled by the food in her mouth.

“Michelle Akers, definitely.” You affirm, taking a bite of your own dinner.

“Good choice.” Tobin hums in approval.

“Are you single?” Kelley shouts, earning an elbow to the rib from Alex.

“Kelley!” She chides harshly.

“What? It’s a serious question.” The freckled-woman insists before turning to you, awaiting your answer.

“Uhhh, yeah I am.” You nervously scratch the back of your neck, and Kelley smirks at Alex, whose cheeks tint pink, as she looks down at her lap. You feel your own face flush, as you watch the older forward. Something about this woman captured your attention, making you feel things, but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it.

“(Y/N), where’d you get that banging body?” Megan jokes, smirking, and you chuckle lightly.

“I guess just a lot of working out and playing soccer in my free time.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Well, it definitely paid off.” The pink-haired woman winks, as you duck your head.

“(Y/N)! How’d you do that shifty move to beat Tobin down the sideline?” Mal pipes up eagerly.

“Yeah, how’d you meg the nutmeg queen?” Christen smiles, teasing Tobin, and the rest of the team laughs.

You grin at the women around you, feeling lucky to have this opportunity to not only play with some of the best players in the world, but also to get to know these incredible people. You, once again, find your eyes landing on Alex and can’t help but admire how beautiful her laugh sounds and her infectious smile.

After answering a couple more questions from the team and finishing up the dinner, you all head back to up to your rooms.

You enter your room, with your bag rolling behind you, and find that you’re rooming with Kelley, who’s crouched down, unpacking her suitcase.

“Hey roomie!”

“Hey, Kel. I assume this is my bed.” You point to the one closer to the door, as the other woman had already dispersed her stuff on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, sorry. Is that okay?” Kelley stands up, looking worriedly at you.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You smile and nod, reassuring her.

The two of you unpack, shower, and get ready for bed. As you pull back the covers and get into bed, Kelley puts down her phone and looks over at you.

“What’s up with you and Alex?”

“Uhhh…what do you mean?” You freeze and your eyes widen.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Kelley says with faux seriousness. “You couldn’t stop staring at her all throughout practice and dinner, even with everyone else’s attention on you.”

“No I wasn’t!” You vehemently deny, ignoring the blush arising on your cheeks.  

“Mhmm.” Kelley raises her brow. “Just so you know, Al was staring at you too.”

You slightly tilt your head, hesitantly peeking over at the other woman. “Really?”

“Yup.” She pops, smirking. “And, she’s texting me right now, desperate to know what I know about you now that we’re roomies.” Kelley sings, shaking her phone.

You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of Alex Morgan asking about you.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I gave her your number.” The defender winks.

“What? Kelley!” You exclaim, your eyes widening. “How did you even get my number?”

“I— uh — I might have got it from your phone while you were in the shower.” Kelley winces, bracing herself for your reaction. Luckily for her, you were a chill and laidback person.

You just roll your eyes at your roommate and chuckle. “Of course you did. You trying to play my wingwoman?”

“Well, based on the minimal interaction between the two of you and the incredible sexual tension, I could tell neither of you were gonna make a move anytime soon, so I just nudged you along!” Kelley bursts with an explanation.

Before you could respond, you hear a ding from your phone.

“Oh! Is that Alex?” Kelley jumps from her bed onto the foot of yours and peaks over your shoulder, trying to see the name on your screen.

You bring your phone close to your chest, out of the other woman’s sight. You glance down at the screen and see a message notification from an unknown number:

Hey (Y/N)! This is Alex Morgan. I hope you don’t mind that Kelley gave me your number.

“Well?” The freckled woman bounces with anticipation.

“Yeah, she sent me a message.”

“What does it say?”

You show her your screen, allowing her to read the message.

“I can’t believe she ratted me out. What a snitch.” Kelley mutters under her breath, and you snicker at the other woman.

“What do I say?” You ask nervously.

“Just be like ‘Hey. Good to hear from you’ or something simple like that.” She shrugs, moving back to her bed.

You nod and type out a response.

(Y/N):

Hey Alex! How’s it going?

A few minutes later, you get another message from the star forward, sparking a conversation between the two of you.

Alex:

Good. Just watching some random show Emily put on. How bout you?

(Y/N):

Haha sounds fun. Kelley and I are just hanging out.

Alex:

Nice nice. How was your first day of camp?

(Y/N):

It was amazing! The team’s awesome and super welcoming

Lol the soccer is also fun.

Alex:

I’m glad!

Haha yes soccer is fun, especially when you’re as talented as you are

Your cheeks redden upon reading that message, and you feel like a teenager all over again.

“If you two get married, I better be given credit for setting you two up.” Kelley teases, noticing your flushed face, as she goes to turn off her lamp.

“Shut up, Kel.” You respond, shutting off your own light. “G’night.” You throw over your shoulder, as you turn over on your shoulder.

“Night, (Y/N).”

You reopen your phone and respond to Alex.

(Y/N):

Wow. Thanks Al that means a lot esp coming from you 🥰

Alex:

No problem (Y/N/N) 😊

Do you maybe wanna grab some coffee tomorrow before breakfast?

You beam at your phone, a giddy and nervous feeling overwhelm your body before quickly typing out a response.

(Y/N):

I’d love to!

Wanna meet in the lobby at 8:30?

Alex:

It’s a date! Can’t wait :)

Goodnight (Y/N)

(Y/N):

Night Al

You power your phone off and set it on the night stand. Pulling the covers up to your chin, you can’t help but feel excited for your plans with Alex tomorrow. Today was the beginning not only for a new experience on the USWNT, but it was also the start of a new adventure with a woman who would ultimately become the love of your life.

[idontknowwhatsarcasmis]

Still My Own Person

First of all: I am SO sorry! I was rereading Cyprin's first season and at that scene after Cyprin just tell them to call them Cyprin again instead of Alex, I was just SO mad and hurt by them (maybe I need to see a pscycologist haha) that this came out as a coping mechanism... Dunno if I plan to continue or not, but it would not leave me alone until I wrote it soooo I hope you enjoy!

Ao3

Something breaks in me at their dismissal. Deep inside it breaks and hurts and hurts and I can hardly breath until all that comes out is.

"Fuck you, Cyprin" I finally whisper, voice broken but refusing to let any tears fall.

They turn to look at me with widened eyes, mouth hanging a bit open. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning my back on them and heading back where we came from. I could use a drink.

I hear a step behind and on instinct I pull my left arm closer to me before looking over my shoulder. Ale-Cyprin was pulling back their own, proving that they really were trying to stop me.

"What?" I ask and my voice is blank.

"I… where are you going?"

"To get a drink."

"A drink?" They looked so confused it'd be endearing if not for… everything. "You have to rest."

I turn fully towards them, fury, hurt, broken hearted all at once.

"You may be my boss at HERA, A-Cyprin, but I am still my own person and can be the owner of my own life. I am off the clock, I am on leave, I don't answer to you." 

I can see the tears back in their eyes and despite the searing pain I feel at that, I will myself not to cave.

"That's not fair-"

"None of this is fair! And yet you don't really seem to care when it's about me!"

They open their mouth to reply but a horn makes us both jump and look towards the street towards the cab they had called. They raise one finger to the driver, asking him to wait a moment, before turning back to me.

"I… I'm not gonna apologise for wanting to keep you safe. I have to do this." They say, steeling their voice once more though tears are still visible in their eyes.

"And I have to get a drink." I say, anger going out, and only tiredness settling in. I turn around towards the door once more.

"I… I called you a cab." They murmur, broken.

Without turning around, cause I know if I do I'll just go to them, I say

"Ask them to take you to HERA to work then, since that's what you really want to do."

I push the door open and pretend I don't hear them calling my name before the door closes.

Xxx

I go straight to the bar and try not to notice Erin's raised eyebrow as she moves towards my chosen seat. 

"I'm guessing you are not back here for information?"

I try to muster a smile at her sympathetic one, but settle on a grimace.

"I'm here to have a drink. Seems about time I tried one after I came here so many times."

There's a flash of worry in her eyes, but she just nods.

"Pleased to serve! What can I get you?" She asks, trying to impart excitement in her words.

I open my mouth to answer, but my mind draws up blank. I actually have no idea what to order.

I hear a smooth, small chuckle on my right at the same time as I feel someone sitting on the stool next to me. 

"Erin is quite good at just mixing exactly what you need even if you don't know it yourself, you should just order a drink."

Turning around, I see Medusa looking at me with a sympathetic expression on her face, but no pity which makes me relieved.

I turn back to Erin.

"A drink?" I half ask.

She laughs and says it'll be right up.

Taking a small breath, I turn back to Medusa.

"Thank you, it's been a while since I… ahm…"

"Drank a broken-heart out of a bottle?" She asks, taking a sip of her own drink.

I let out a laugh at that.

"Well, last time I decided to forget about them I wasn't allowed to drink yet, so might as well make the most of it now!"

She widens her eyes.

"You broke up?"

"Is it a break up if we weren't actually together?" I ask with bitterness as Erin places a drink in front of me, topping Medusa's drink at the same time.

Erin, having probably heard what I just said, asks.

"Wait, they never properly asked you? What a waste!"

Both Medusa and I just stare at her and I feel a blush wanting to come out.

She shrugs.

"What? I'm spoken for, but I have eyes. Am I wrong?" 

She asks, raising an eyebrow at Medusa.

Is that… is she blushing?

Medusas glances my way before picking up her drink and taking a sip. When she looks back, the confidence I had seen earlier is back.

"Not at all."

Well, now I am sure that *I* am blushing. Hard. I take a sip of my drink to try and hide it, feeling more than hearing the other two laugh.

I feel my shoulders relax a bit. This feels nice. A welcome distraction from - no. Not gonna think about them. 

Taking a bigger sip I turn to Medusa.

"So, I heard you saying you own a bookshop?" 

She looks pleasantly surprised at my question, and with a smile she starts to describe her shop, the titles she gets and the conversation starts to flow as easily as the drinks. 

Erin keeps popping by to pipe in every now and then, bringing drinks and funny one liners and before I realise, I am laughing and hours have gone by.

By the time I get home, I feel just too much to do anything but drop down on my bed. 

As I start to close my eyes, hurt amysthise eyes look back at me, but I try to push them away. Away to the sound of laughter, drinks and red hair.

[halstead-buckley-stilinski24]

Voights daughter

Chapter 1 - first day

"RORI JAYDE VOIGHT gets your ass down these stairs now and gets to work" yelled my dad from the front door.

Today I start my job in the intelligence unit at the Chicago PD. My dad is the head sergeant there, iv already met everyone, well mostly everyone there are some newbies that I meet today but there all like a second family to us.

"Dad I'm coming, I was just trying to stop being so nervous," I said coming down the stairs and looking at him, he grabbed my shoulders and pressed a kiss to my forehead then smiled at me. that smile was enough for me to know that there is no need to be scared or nervous just be a Voight.

I walked out and jumped in my car, and drove off heading toward the 21st prescient. dad following close behind, as we both pulled up at work I headed towards dad who grabbed my shoulders and walked me in toward the front stairs and up through the front doors, once inside at the front desk, I saw sergeant trudy platt I swear if she wasn't there this place just wouldn't work as smoothly it does, I walk past her as she was on the phone giving her a small smile and a wave, she then pulls the phone away from the side of her head, looks at me and says " good luck today kiddo, gives them hell". I nodded and walked up to another few stairs toward the cage and then up some more stairs when I got to the doorway of the unit I was assigned to, and received massive hug from Erin and Antonio, once released from that I looked around seeing Alvin chilling at his desk while 3 other guys stood around talking together none of them I had met... yet

Now that Erin was standing by me as well as my dad, I felt a little more comfortable to be there, now the story with Erin is she's like my big sister she has been through a lot and thanks to my dad and my late mum and my older brother Justin, she is on a path to being amazing haha. she pulled me into her side and dad spoke a little louder, getting everyone's attention, the 3 guys from before all turned and looked at him as well as Toni and al.

"ok guys so this is my daughter Rori, some of you already know her, some of u are newer and haven't yet so Ro," my dad said turning a bit to look at me then turning to the 3 other guys I didn't know yet, " this is Adam Ruzek" he came up and said hey and shook my hand, " nice to meet you Ruzek" he smiled at me then walked away, then a tall darker-skinned guy walked up and dad says " this is Kevin Atwater, Kev this is Rori" I looked up at him saying a quick hey as well as nice to meet u Kev and he returned it, then the last guy walked up and damn this guy was cute, I mean so where the other two but this one is just, hmmm yummy He looks like trouble. Dad looked at me and say "Ro this is Halstead" I looked at dad and then the new guy in front of me, I was so confused so I said " Halstead, nice name hah" as I said that I then started thinking omg why did that just come out of my mouth. At that moment I felt like a 13yr old school girl talking to her crush for the first time. He looked and me and laughed then said " no my first name is Jay, my last name is Halstead your dad just calls me by my last name, god only knows why" he laughed afterwards after he said that dad just looked at him with one of his looks and jay high tailed it back to his desk, I swear if he had a tail it would have been between his legs haha. I can't believe everyone's that scared of my dad around here. After the meet and greet dad sat me at a desk in front of Erin and said " now don't lead her astray" she looked up at him getting a little excited and says " is she, my partner, now" dad just looked at her and was like " hell no, you're still with Halstead, she's Ruzek partner, but the only desk free at the moment is the one in front of you, so don't lead her astray" he said and walked off into his office I rolled my eyes at him and he says, " I seen that Rori Jayde you may be an adult but ill still lock you in your room" I blushed and then looked at Erin who was laughing, I then looked over at the break room where I spot the coffee machine, I popped up and grabbed a mug and filled it, as Halstead walked in looking like he was about to do the same thing. he sort of stood in the doorway deciding whether or not to walk over, so I lifted the pot toward him gesturing that I can fill his mug he smiles and says "thanks" and then walks back to his desk he is acting strange.

Wait no he's not acting strange it's just my first-day jitters making me see things crazy, oh wow maybe this schoolgirl crush thing is a little more true than I thought haha

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