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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 3

Amaya POV

"Stay the fuck away from me and my girlfriend" he snarls to me.

What the fuck just happened?

Petrified without even being able to find the strength to reply, I remain dazed with a cardboard box full of books in my hands.

I watch him go, he looks like a fury ready to overwhelm anyone who dares to cross his path.

I am aware that he would not have jumped for joy seeing me again but I did not expect this vitriol treatment either.

In his eyes I saw a disproportionate anger, as if what happened that night was just my fault.

Please tell me this is a joke!Where are the cameras?

What just happened cannot be real.

Jesus Christ we are adults able to make our own decisions, no one forced anyone that night.

It was consenting sex.

Of course I had no qualms about flirting with a man already engaged but he should have simply rejected me if he knew that he would not be able to bear the weight of the consequences of his choice.

I am tempted to run after him but I force myself to stay where I am.

I am here only to be able to start over, to experience a new beginning.

I'm not looking for trouble, I'm not looking for love.

I don't want anything from him, what I wanted I already got.

I'm okay with myself and if he has any problems he'll go fuck himself.

Who gives him the right to talk to me like that?

What makes him think I want something from him.

I am here for work, I want to do it in the best possible way and possibly without any drama.

I would never dream of intruding into someone's relationship, much less that of Sharon Carter and James Barnes.

I shake my head and put the box that I still hold in my hand on the floor.My fingers are numb from holding it for so long.

I start by emptying my suitcase and arranging all my clothes in the closet and drawers.

I look around in amazement.

This room is almost as big as my old apartment.

As soon as you enter there is a cozy sitting area equipped with a leather sofa and a large TV hanging on the wall.

Positioned next to the TV there is a bookcase, on the opposite wall there is a large window overlooking the New York skyline.

At the bottom on the right there is a sliding door that leads to the sleeping area.

In the center of the room there is a king size bed, white soft and fragrant sheets cover it.The blanket at the foot of the bed is made of soft fur.

To the right of the bed there is no wall but only a long and immense glass window.

The view is breathtaking.

Instead, along the left wall of the room there is a desk equipped with every technology. MacBook, scanner, printer and every miracle of Stark technology.

Only the best from him.

Rich son of a bitch.

Half a meter beyond the desk there is another door behind which the bathroom is hidden.

It is equipped with a large tub and a shower, I can't wait to try them both.

The floors are in white marble, as well as all the various components.

I think I could get used to all this luxury.

I look at the watch on my wrist.

It's still 10 in the morning, I have plenty of time to tidy up my stuff and take a relaxing shower.

I get to work and, taken by my thousand thoughts, I don't realize that it is already 2PM.

With the back of my hand I wipe the sweat off my forehead.

I spent the last 4 hours sorting out the contents of every single box, working non-stop just to put a stop to my thoughts.

I can't allow Barnes to screw up this chance for my rebirth.

I grab the last book I have left and go to place it in the library when suddenly something slips from inside.

I bend over to my knees and grab the photo that was hidden between the pages.

It's a photo of my parents, it was taken on the day of my birth.

Mom was huge but still beautiful to hurt, in dad's eyes a lot of anxiety but also an indescribable joy.

They were very young, beautiful and full of hope.

I get up holding the photo to my chest.

A knock on the door brings me back to the present.

I place the photo on the coffee table in front of the sofa and go to the door, opening it just a little.

Tony's face appears in front of me.

“Hey kid hungry?I'm ordering cheesburgers, would you like to join me?" Tony asks me, a smile on his lips as he watches me over the frame of his expensive glasses.

I open the door completely.

For a moment I hesitate, I would like to be alone and I really wanted to be able to take a shower but I don't want to sound rude and then one of the reasons why I am here is to learn to be in company, form bonds and friendships.

"Fantastic idea" I reply smiling. “Do you think I might have time to take a shower?All this unpacking made me unpresentable"

"Sure, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen in 20 minutes.Agree?"

"Perfect.See you later"

So saying I close the room door and head to the bathroom, while my stomach rumbles.

Luckily I accepted this invitation to lunch.

I open the hot water and immerse myself in it, let the jet of water soak me and wash away the dust and fatigue.

I undo the bun I made and wash my hair too.

The bathroom products at my disposal are top notch.

Expensive oils and ointments all at my disposal for the hair I choose a Bulgari shampoo and for the body I use Pleasures by Estee Lauder.

The mix of these perfumes makes me ecstatic.

I get out of the shower and covered myself with a soft bathrobe I approach the large mirror overlooking the double sink.

I dry my hair quickly and with just a couple of brush strokes my hair is perfect.

Soft and shiny.

Thanks dad for this legacy.

I smile to myself.

I quickly put on a pair of black leather pants and a white turtleneck sweater.

I head for the big elevator but I remain motionless inside.

What the hell is the kitchen on?

I am not amused by the idea of wandering around the tower like an idiot.

I hear footsteps behind me and soon after a tall figure stops by my side, I turn to see who it is.

Fantastic.

Since my life isn't hard enough what I really need is another confrontation with him.

"You got lost?" his stupid voice resounds in the elevator.

James fucking Barnes.

I look back in front of me, I roll my eyes without answering him.

"Do you think you'll be stunned there all day?"

I still don't answer him.

“Whatever.I have to go down to the kitchen if you move I can press the button"

I take a step back and mentally curse myself.

This place is huge because he has to go right where I'm headed?

For the whole time of the descent I don't say anything, I keep my arms crossed on my chest and my gaze fixed in front of me.

His damn perfume is intoxicating, he fills my nostrils and head.

Closing my eyes I can feel it on my tongue, obscene memories come to life in my mind.

I rub my legs together for relief, I feel my clit throbbing incessantly.

How the hell is that possible, this man isn't even looking at me and my panties are already soaked.

I sigh, he stealthily observes me attracted by the sound my lips have produced, after which he immediately goes back to staring at the elevator doors.

My only salvation?

Barnes appears to be a first-rate idiot.

Arrogant and pedantic.

His character will be enough to make me pass any fantasy about him.

God if I had known before that he was such a jerk I would never have had sex with him.

The bling of the elevator makes me jump in fright.

Barnes leaves without even deigning to look at me.

For a moment I am tempted to go back to my room just so as not to give him the satisfaction of having unwittingly helped me find the place I was looking for but then I think back to Tony and the concern he had in asking me if I wanted to have lunch with him so I follow him with my head down.

I walk into the kitchen 30 seconds after him.

"Hey Snow, you did it" a smiling Tony greets me.

"Yeah sorry but the shower lasted a little longer than it should" I reply embarrassed because I am clearly lying.

And Bucky knows this because I see a corner of his mouth rise in a small smile.

I blush.

"Don't worry kid, it's ok"

Then Tony turns to Bucky.

“Will you join us Barnes?Cheesburger" he asks, lifting the bag with the sandwiches.

"No thanks.I already have other commitments"

So saying he grabs a bottle of water and disappears through the door.

I watch him go.

"Is he always so annoying?"

Tony looks up from the bag in his hands and I realize I have spoken aloud.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be rude"

I bite my tongue.

“Nah…don't mind it.He won't be the best of fun but he's a good guy.A bit complicated and tormented but he is an excellent soldier in the field, whatever happens he is always there to watch your back”

I don't know what to answer so I just smile.

Tony hands me one of the cheesburgers and fries.

We eat in a pleasant silence.

After a few minutes I look up from my lunch and notice that Tony is staring at me.

"What?Do I have something on my face?"

I ask and I automatically run a hand over my face.

Tony laughs heartily.

"No, don't worry.I was just thinking what could have pushed a girl like you to become a professional assassin”

He says it with a disarming lightness.

“I've read your file Snow, you're good.A lot good.You could have made a career at S.H.I.E.L.D. why limit yourself to working in the shadows?"

This is the first time anyone has asked me such a question.Also because technically no one has ever come close to me so much.

"If you've read my file Stark, you know very well why I did it" my voice is annoyed.

I'm sorry to address him like that.

"You are telling me that the death of your..."

"Murder" I interrupt him immediately.

"Ok...did the murder of your parents push you to be who you are?"

His eyes are studying me, I can feel it.

"If you don't want to answer me, Snow does the same, don't worry"

I see him return to focus on the food in front of him.

I put a frie in my mouth and as I chew I start talking.

“That's why I'm here.Over the past 13 years I have used every free moment to look for my parents' killers, working in the shadows made it easier for me to search.But on my way I got lost.According to Fury, I was losing my humanity.Working with the Avengers, in theory, I should learn to trust others as well, not just myself”

I talked all the time looking at my hands, fearing the judgment in his eyes.

And instead when I look up at him in his eyes I see only so much sadness.

And compassion.

"I know what it feels like" his reply.

I know it.I know all about Stark.

"When my parents died I was only 20 years old.I was left alone with a multi-billion dollar company to run.I closed in on myself.I became arrogant, selfish.Then it got to the point that I couldn't even look at my reflection in the mirror anymore, I was doing stupid things just to destroy myself.In my opinion I deserved all that pain, I felt guilty for their death even though I have never had any guilt about it"

The heart in my chest gallops wildly, I would like to cry for God to have mercy on me but it seems that Stark is describing my miserable life.

I keep listening to what he has to say.

“But then Pepper came into my life.And the Avengers.I realized I was missing out on the best part.Everything changed when love arrived in my life"

"So do you think love is the solution to everything?" I ask him raising an eyebrow.

My voice exudes sarcasm.

"As trivial as it may seem, yes.The answer is yes"

We both finished eating, I ball up my sandwich and throw it all in the trash.

Tony is preparing to leave the kitchen.

“I have work to do now.You take the day off, settle down and get used to the place.And for anything you ask Friday"

I look at him confused.

"Who is Friday?"

“She is the AI who runs the tower.Just say her name aloud and ask for what you need"

Tony approaches the door but I need to ask him one last thing.

"Tony?" he stops and turns his face to me.

“Do you get used to it in the end?Do you get used to the absence of your parents?"

The man in front of me turns completely and takes a few steps in my direction.

I see him place a hand on my shoulder and squeeze it.

"No, it never goes away but when you manage to forgive yourself, their memory will be something pleasant"

I feel on the verge of tears.

"Thank you" my voice is just a whisper.

"You're welcome kid" and Tony goes away.

I rest with my back against the edge of the table.

My head falls forward and I feel some tears slipping out of my control.

Damn.

Tony's words hit me.

After all, he's right, it's me who keep blaming myself on something I've never been in control of.

I admire him, he is a strong and compassionate man.

Being able to forgive the murderer of his parents requires extraordinary fortitude.

The way he forgave Barnes for what he did is unsettling, he treats him like a friend.

He welcomed him into his home.

Obviously that not his fault, at the time he was still the Winter Soldier but this does not detract from Stark's magnanimous gesture.

Perhaps time will heal my wounds or I will continue to drag myself through this life like a wounded animal, waiting for death to come.

I need to distract myself, to vent the anger I feel inside of me.

I have to find the training room, Natasha told me more or less where to find it but I have the impression that I would be able to get lost looking for it.

"Uh...Friday?" I ask insecure addressed to nothing.

"How can I help you Agent Snow?" a female voice answers me immediately.

Wow, this is insane.

"Yeah, I...I would like to know where the gym is"

"It is on the first floor, second door on the right"

"Thanks Friday"

"Duty my agent Snow.For any other needs do not hesitate to ask"

Ok, this has been the craziest discussion of my life.

Stark's technology has something absolutely extraordinary about it.

I walk briskly to the elevator, I need to go to my room to change.

I'm wearing red shorts and a white top, my hair tied in a high ponytail.

Exactly 10 minutes later I am in front of the largest training room I have ever seen.

The floor is a glossy and bright white oak parquet.

The walls are replaced by large windows, the room is fully illuminated by natural light.

In the center of the room there is a ring, on the right there are punching bags that swing from the ceiling and a little further on there are benches and various weights and barbells.

On the left there are 4 treadmills and 4 ellipticals.

I realize I'm not alone, Sam is at one of the treadmills.

He is so focused that he doesn't notice my presence.

He runs hard, sweat beading his dark skin making it shiny and velvety.

I go in slowly because I don't want to take it out of focus but my sneakers betray me by creaking on the floor.

Sam immediately turns his gaze, wandering a bit around the great space until his eyes rest on my figure.

A sly smile is painted on his face.

“Sorry Sam, I didn't want to bother you.I'm leaving immediately"

"Are you kidding?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow.

“This place is big enough for both of us in fact it's big enough to house an entire football team.Join me"

Meanwhile he slows to a stop and then heads for the benches.

He grabs a towel that he rests on his shoulders and then grabs a bottle of water, he drinks in large gulps.

I approach a treadmill, a bit of a run as a warm-up is just what it takes.

I set the stamina and speed and started running, with the corner of my eye I notice Sam devoting himself to the abs.

Only our labored breaths resound in the air.

After 30 minutes of running I began to slow down, meanwhile Sam finished his exercises and sat in a corner to catch his breath.

I approach him.

“Are you ok Wilson?What are you doing sluggish?"

I smile at him to let him know that I'm joking.

I'm just trying to bond.

Sam laughs heartily, gets up and looks at me from head to toe as he approaches.

"Oh Agent Snow are you underestimating my abilities"

"Do you want to get in the ring?"

I ask him I address with a confident and bold air.

"Sure but don't worry I'll go easy on you"

The boy knows the fact of him but has no idea what I can do.

We both climb over the ropes and position ourselves facing each other.

We go in circles for a few seconds, neither of us makes the first move.

So, without thinking too much, I throw myself forward.

My fist right to his face which he promptly dodges.

We smile at each other.

Now he is moving forward, he kicks in to my stomach and I move to the side just in time.

He takes advantage of my movement to get behind me and close me in the grip of his arms.

I tug to try to free me.

I hear him whisper in my ear "Is that all you can do?"

I smile because I know he can't see me.

Quickly I give him a knee in the stomach, the violence of the blow makes him lean forward but his arms are still around me.

I take advantage of his brief moment of daze to give him another elbow in the stomach followed by a head on the nose and he lets me go, I turn quickly on myself and with a kick I mow his ankles.

Now he's on the ground curled up on himself and I'm towering over him.

"Is that all what you can do?"

I take it back using the same words as him.

"Ouch...sure you hit hard for being so small"

"Hey I'm more than proud of my 4.9 feet!"

I hold out my hand to help him get back on his feet and he accepts it.

"Sorry I didn't want to hurt you" I feel a little sorry.

"Don't worry!I would like to tell you that I am sorry too but I am somewhat stimulated by it"

"Are you serious?This is gross!"

I exclaim between amused and embarrassed.

But in the end we both burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding don't take it"

I see that Sam is keen to specify it so I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"No worries no apology.I got this.You know I have the impression that you and I will become great friends"

"It would be a pleasure Amaya"

We both go back to our rooms to take a shower.

I feel more relaxed and confident in the future than when I arrived this morning.

Maybe my life is really about to change.

Bucky POV

It's 7:00 PM, Steve and I are sitting on the high stools in front of the corner bar of the Avengers Tower.

"When is Sharon coming?" my best friend asks me.

"She is on her way, she should be here any minute"

We continue sipping our beer in silence.

Tonight I absolutely do not feel in the mood to go out for the evening, especially if She will be with us.

But I can't be the usual bad party so since Tony and Pepper left for a romantic weekend, the remaining inhabitants of the tower will take advantage of it to go for a drink all together.

After a few minutes of silence we hear heels ticking in the corridor and following the tall, slender figure of my girlfriend appears at the door.

She wears a short midnight blue satin dress, at the foot of the jeweled sandals and her hair is gathered in a soft braid.

She is beautiful but I can't feel "those" butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey babe, you are beautiful”

I tell her as she approaches me, I put my arm around her waist and she sits on my legs.

I give her a kiss.

"Thanks" she replies slightly embarrassed, then she turns to Steve.

"Hey Steve, how are you?"

"It's not bad.We have all been very calm lately.Crime seems to have taken a break”

We all three laugh.

Meanwhile we hear laughter and voices coming from the corridor.

God just hearing her voice makes me in a bad mood.Of course Steve and Sharon notice my change of expression.

The first to speak is the blonde man next to me.

"Really man?After 4 months you still can't stand her?"

Sharon intrudes.

"You overacting babe"

I raise an eyebrow, she continues undeterred.

“I don't understand why you don't give her a chance, she's so cute and nice”

“I find her annoying.And arrogant"

I reply angrily and then go back to drink my beer.

“Give it a chance, dude.She's a good girl”

“Steve is right.Look I know you don't like to bond with people but she is part of your team and she is not bad at all.Give her a chance"

I irritated sigh.

"But did you two agree tonight?"

Meanwhile Sam, Natasha and She make their entrance.

Sam is simply wearing jeans and a black shirt while Nat is wearing a beautiful red dress that comes above the knee with a sweetheart neckline.

To the delight of Steve who like a boiled fish he stood looking at her with his mouth open.

She approaches him and gives him a passionate, very passionate kiss.

“Hey you two, cut it out!You're not alone” Sam points out.

Steve blushes and Nat gives him her elegant red enameled middle finger.

We laugh.All together.

While for a moment I laugh carefree, I turn to the door and take my breath away.

For a moment our eyes meet, chaining each other.

There is no hatred or anger.

She wears a very short nude dress, it reaches mid-thigh.

The dizzying neckline embellished with many small sequins, at her feet she wears décolleté that recall the color of the dress.

Her wavy red hair falls soft and velvety down her back.

Her face is clean, very little makeup, except for her lips.

A sinful red illuminate them.

My mind immediately paints them wrapped around my dick.

Oh fuck.I'm fucked up.

I curse myself mentally because all this is wrong, I should react like this only for my girlfriend and for no one else.

She passes me leaving a trail of perfume that immediately reaches the crotch of my pants, I move uncomfortably.

Sharon rises from my lap to reach out to Amaya and hug her.

Then she approaches Steve and leaves him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey handsome” she greets him.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Sharon stand behind the counter to prepare some drinks.

Sam turns to Amaya.

"What does my sexy girl want to drink?"

"Since when have I been your Wilson?"

"You didn't say that last night..."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Everyone except me.

She sits down on the stool next to mine, I stiffen instantly.

"In your dreams Wilson, in your dreams"

I hate her way of flirting with everyone, I don't understand how Nat takes it when she does it with Steve.

She has bonded with everyone in these 4 months, with one exception of course.

With Tony they seem to be very close, often you can find them sitting together somewhere chatting.

Whether it's Tony's laboratory or the training room, they always find a moment to exchange a few words.

As if they shared a secret of their own.

With Steve, Sam and Natasha has established a beautiful relationship, they act as if they have known each other for a lifetime.

The way they talk, laugh and joke make me feel left out.

She has even befriended with Pepper and Sharon.

Sharon respects her very much and Amaya has always been very kind to her.

A voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Babe.Babe?C'mon we have to go"

It's Sharon who talks to me.

So we walk outside and decide our destination.

Nat and Steve already seem to know where to go.

“Yes, it's a really nice place, it's down the street so we can walk.Steve and I found this out by accident a few weeks ago.What's that pub called, honey?"

Steve thinks about it for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken it's called Terra Blues"

I can’t breathe.

I look up and meet Amaya's eyes fixed on me.

We both know what that pub represents to us.

Oh Amaya I know what you are thinking…your thoughts are the mirror of mine right now.

I see her swaying uncomfortably, she immediately looks away from my eyes and shakes her head, as if to free her mind from annoying thoughts.

She takes a step towards Sam and rests her hand in the crook of his elbow as if she needs some support.

He smiles softly at her and covers her hand with his.

We set out, the air of this June evening is quite pleasant.

The streets are full of people and the traffic seems out of control.

A typical New York Saturday night.

In front of me Sam and Steve are chatting about motorcycles, the two redheads giggle at who knows what as they walk hand in hand.

They attract a lot of attention on the street with their stunning bodies and Steve, even though he seems distracted by his argument, always has a watchful eye on the two girls.

Sharon and I are behind them, my arm wrapped around her shoulders as she is talking to me about something I can't understand.

I nod absently and thank god she doesn't notice.

Arrived at the pub we enter and are escorted to a table in front of the stage where a jazz band is performing.

We sit down and order the first round, Vodka for everyone.

We get lost in chatter and laughter for a while until out of the corner of my eye I notice that Amaya is distracted, she seems to be constantly looking for someone in the crowd.

I'm not the only one to have noticed it though.

"Hey are you waiting for someone Snow?" the former Russian spy asks her.

"Maybe" her only answer.

Now she has the eyes of the whole table turned towards her.

"What...what do you have to stare at me?"

"Who is this guy?" Sam asks feigning offense, she laughs and gives him a light blow on the chest.He pretends to get hurt and massages the affected area.

Amaya and Natasha look into each other's eyes and Romanoff exclaims “No way!No fucking way!Are you kidding me?"

Amaya smiles slyly without answering her.

Nat continues.

“Seriously?Lucas Scott?"

I see my girlfriend's head whirling towards Amaya.

"Do you really have a date with Agent Scott tonight?"

"It's not really a date, I told him where I was going to be tonight and since he's around he said he'll come by to greet me"

Amaya is keen to point out.

I am facing Sharon with my mouth wide open.

She notices it.

"What's up?"

As soon as I am about to answer her Amaya begins to laugh, a crystalline laugh.

Enchanting as the mermaid's voice and I am so enraptured that I can not help but turn to her.

She is looking at me and continues to laugh.

“Oh Barnes you should see your face now.You are red with jealousy“

I am stunned, it is the first time she has spoken to me in 4 months.

Everyone laughs and Sharon wraps her arms around my neck.

"C'mon James you know I only love you but objectively Lucas is one of the hottest agents working at Triskelion"

"How did you meet?" curious Steve intervenes.

"We met a couple of times in Washington and one thing led to another and we found ourselves chatting and exchanging numbers.We have been talking for about a month now" explains the former Agent Zero.

Sam gets up from his seat.

"Someone wants to dance?" he asks, turning his gaze to each of us.

Sharon stands up and holds out her hand to Sam.

“I'll come.Do you mind babe?" question addressed to me.

"No don't worry.Go ahead, you know I hate dancing"

She bends over me and kisses me.

Steve and Nat ask us what else we want to drink and they head over to the bar.

Sitting at the table, only Amaya and I are left, the memory of the only time I was here hits me fully.

Images of her kneeling at my feet fill my head, sending me jolts of pleasure that expand from my intestines to the crotch of my pants.

My cock twitch in my pants.

"You could at least pretend that you like me after 4 months, you moron"

Her voice rouses me.

"Sorry...what?"

"You got it, Barnes"

Amaya finishes her drink and turns completely to me.

Her green, mesmerizing eyes don't let me go.

“Look I know you don't like me and that's okay even if I don't understand why.I don't want anything from you, I've already got what I wanted.It was a one night only.I have no interest in you and I have no intention of meddling between you and Sharon" she leans her elbows on the table and leans towards me, her large and voluptuous breasts seem to want to get out of the subtle prison that is her dress.

She continues with her speech while I can't help but listen to her with my mouth open.

“I know it won't make any sense to you but after almost 13 years I don't feel alone anymore.By accentuating this work, I finally found friends, people who respect me and who love me for who I am.Don't make me leave all of this” her voice seems to break.

I feel guilty for acting like a perfect idiot.

She looks at a spot behind me and a big smile appears on her lips, then she brings her attention back to me.

She stands up and before leaving she tells me one last thing.

"You owe me this thing Barnes.I've always been fair to you.Please”

I look down at my beer and hear her sigh.

The time to look up and she is gone.

I turn my head behind me and see her hug a tall blond man.

I go back to my beer, confused and disoriented.

Steve and Natasha return to the table with our orders while Sam and Sharon are dancing and laughing in the middle of the floor, he is giving her a pirouette.

I pause to look at Amaya and that guy.

They are leaning against the bar counter, he is saying something to her and she throws her head back laughing heartily and then she puts her hand on his chest and they observe each other for a few seconds.

And then he kisses her.

His lips are on hers those of her who happily reciprocates, her hands go on his neck and caress him.

Instead, his hands are on her hips, I see how he holds her soft flesh.

I know the feeling that he is trying to hold her.

My hand on Vibranium automatically tightens around the glass.

Sam's voice rouses me from my anger.

I hadn't even noticed they were back at the table.

As I turn to him I notice Natasha's curious look at me, I pretend nothing has happened.

"They're getting into it, huh?" Sam giggles.

Them start a barrage of comments about the kiss but I do not pay the slightest attention.

I feel anger boiling in my stomach.

I lean towards my girlfriend's ear.

"What do you say if you follow me to the bathroom in 5 minutes?"

I see her pupils dilate, she bites her lip.

I can see a spark of lust ignite in her eyes.

"You are crazy James, you know?" so saying she gets up and goes to the bathroom.

Without saying a word, I too get up and follow her.

Once we get to the bathroom I don't even give her time to talk.

I drag her with me inside to one of the cubicles and slamming her against the wall I begin to kiss her passionately.

She unbuttons half my shirt and scratches my chest with her long fingernails.

My hands are immediately under the hem of her dress, my fingers immediately find her panties and push them aside.

I penetrate her with two fingers, she gasps in my ear.

I continue to kiss her while I frantically pump inside her and with my other hand I pinch and massage her clit.

She cum shortly after.

Then I face with her shoulders towards me and I lift her dress, I pull down my pants just enough to free my erection.

I enter her badly, in an almost animal way.

She screams with pleasure and I immediately plug her mouth.

Between our moans I whisper to her "Shut up or someone will hear us"

She nods and I keep holding a hand on her mouth.

I don't give a fuck if someone catches us, that's not why my hand is on her lips blocking her gasps.

I do it because it's not her voice that I would like to hear at the moment.

I keep fucking her mercilessly, she is forced to put her hands against the wall to keep her balance and not hit her face.

I hate myself right now.

I hate myself with all my heart.

But I couldn't stay a minute longer seeing Amaya kissing another man, seeing how another could touch her and hold her.

I'm freaking out.

Thinking that he'll be between her thighs tonight makes my bile rise in my mouth.

I feel Sharon's pussy tightening around me.

She is going to cum so I keep pushing, harder and harder until I feel her cum.

I don't stop and I keep going in and out of her body until after a few moments I cum too.

We both have shortness of breath and a heart pounding.

But for different reasons.

She looks ecstatic.

I just want to throw up.

I feel like a monster.

“It was great” she gasps turning around and wrapping her arms around my neck.

She kisses me lewdly like she's ready for round two.

"We should do it more often" she continues, giggling.

After that she breaks off and tries to fix herself up.

When we are presentable we go back to our friends' table.

I immediately notice that Amaya and that guy they sat down at the table.

Fuck.

When we sit down, Mister Blonde Hair holds out his hand to me.

"Nice to meet you Sergeant"

"My pleasure but please call me Bucky"

We smile only out of courtesy.

Sam is looking at me strangely.

"What's up?"

He laughs attracting the attention of the whole table.

He points to my chest with his finger.

"Your shirt dude"

I look down and realize that it is badly buttoned, I see Sharon blush and laugh, then she turns to me.She adjusting my shirt and turns to Sam.

"I got it.Shut the fuck up!" Sharon says.

Everyone laughs loudly.

Everyone except me and Amaya, I see disgust in her face.

It lasts the fraction of a moment then her attention is again attracted by her handsome Prince Charming.

The evening passes between chatter and laughter but I am distracted most of the time.

I keep thinking about what I did and above all why I did it.

Amaya is a know-it-all and annoying woman but that doesn't take anything away from the fact that she is damn sexy.

That if I could I would fuck her here and now, in front of everyone.

Sharon does not deserve any of this, the guilt is corroding my guts like acid.

Finally someone has decided it's time to go, maybe it was Steve, so we leave the club.

Sharon comes over and kisses me.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

She sighs

"Unfortunately yes, tomorrow morning at 5 I have a flight to Newcastle and I still have to go to the hotel to settle my suitcase"

I sigh too but with relief.

I see her calling a taxi, she greets everyone and I kiss her one last time.

"I call you soon" she tells me, I nod.

The taxi leaves.

We walk towards the tower.

Agent Scott is on his way with us.

Great.

Steve and Natasha are in front of everyone, walking embraced, chatting happily.

Amaya is in front of me, she shrugs her shoulders as if she is cold and Scott takes off his jacket to wrap it around her shoulders.

She smiled softly at him and intertwined her fingers with his.

I clench my fists in my pockets, the urge to tighten my fingers around his throat is too great.

As if an unknown force pushed me to punch him until his pretty face turned into a mask of blood.

Sam is walking unaware by my side, continuing to tell me about that beautiful blonde who gave him her number just before leaving the place.

Once we reach the tower, everyone goes to their room.

The first to leave us are Steve and Nat.We say goodnight.

The two redheads wink.

They both giggle knowing what will happen shortly thereafter.

Sam stops in front of his door.

"Goodnight guys and I recommend Amaya not scream too loud that I am light sleeper"

She blushes but laughs heartily followed by Lucas.

I can't stand that much and keep walking towards my room door.

"Fuck you Wilson!" I hear her answer.

The sound of heels behind me and as I am about to enter the room I hear her voice.

"Night Barnes"

"Goodnight to you too"

I answer without turning and I close the door behind me.

I punch the wall, the imprint of my hand in Vibranium remains carved.

I go to the bed and throw myself on it badly.

I squeeze my eyes tight.

I can imagine her right now, he will be undressing her and she with her wise lips will be showing him heaven.

I can see her lying with her legs apart, all on display just for him, begging him to take her.

Her breasts that sway to the rhythm of his thrusts.

He who will give her one orgasm after another by getting sated with her sweet and tender flesh.

To kiss and lick where my lips had been before.

I run my hands through my hair, squeezing the locks in my fists and pulling.

The pain can distract me from my thoughts.

I take off my clothes and take a shower, I need to wash Sharon's smell and my anger out of my body.

At this moment, her scented trail makes me nauseous.

With only boxers on I go to bed preparing myself for a sleepless night.

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catchmewiddershins · 3 years ago

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Haikyuu Hugs pt 4:

FUKURODANI

Bokuto Koutarou:

THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

THE BEST HUGGER IN THE ENTIRE SERIES

THE BIG MAN HIMSELF

He is the absolute KING of hugs, let me tell you

If you want hugs, he's got you, 900%

All you have to do is hold out your arms and your face will be buried in his chest before you can say Hoot

When he wants hugs he'll stare at you and blink a bunch to get your attention

Or sometimes he'll pout at you, or rest his head on you until you notice

Before we get into the pillow qualities of this man though, let's discuss his hug technique

The kind of man who you can go to when you’re scared, and he’ll wrap you up and whisper reassurances and loving words to you because he is whipped

He can pull off ANY SORT OF HUG

Lying down? Head on chest or thighs, you can fall asleep as he plays with your hair or wraps his arms around you

Sitting down? You can sit on his lap, or drape yourself over his shoulders, or he'll drape over yours!

Standing? He'll hug you straight on, facing you, arms at your waist. He'll hug you from behind, a protective weight at your back, resting his chin on your head.

He has a habit of squeezing you to him, arms round your shoulder blades

His arms are SO BIG and he's SO BEEFY and PLEASE getting hugged to his massive, warm chest is a DREAM COME TRUE

The CUDDLE MASTER

And finally, my magnum opus, the ultimate Bokuto hug:

If you see each other after a while, he'll run to you, especially if you run to him, he'll squeeze you to his chest and hoist you into the air with a joyous laugh, spinning the both of you around before slowing, holding you close as he sways you, humming softly in your ear

Ah that felt good to get off my chest man do I long to hug this man~

Washio Tatsuki:

Tall + Intimidating looking + Strong, silent type? You know this man gives good hugs

Very warm, very safe, like a tower with the insides of a fluffy blanket

Honestly? He’s pretty quiet, not too into loud and exuberant hugging or whispered conversations, but he is so good for comfort cuddles

Anytime you need sheltering from the world, or you’re just tired and stressed, you can go to him and he’ll hug you when you relax, sleep, or vent to him

He’s an incredible listener, he loves to lie on the sofa with you on his chest as you talk about anything

He’ll stroke your cheek or hair, or rub circles on your back with a soft smile

I actually think that, once you’ve been friends or in a relationship for a while, that he’d get a little clingy, once you’re close

He seems to have this stony, blunt, stern face that he shows the world, and that is who he is, but he also really cares for you and he wants to make sure you’re ok, and he will approach you for hugs if he can sense that something is up

Sometimes he’ll hug you to him and he’ll muse quietly over some things he needs to do, or something he’s working on; only short sentences but that’s all he needs to convey his meaning, lulling you to sleep with the low rumble of his chest

Once you fall asleep he’ll press a kiss to the top of your head and whisper ‘I love you’

Sarukui Yamato:

When I tell you that there is SO LITTLE on this man’s personality-

Anyway, I am taking the very very little we see of him and running with it so-

~ahem~

He really loves giving you little kisses while hugging you!

There you’ll both be, standing around, and before you know it he’s got you pressed to his chest, dotting your cheeks, nose and brow with tiny kisses, short, sweet and loving

He does longer kisses too! He’ll press a kiss to your lips mid-embrace, holding it for a little just so you can feel how much he loves you

He’ll do the same if you’re cuddling while laying down, just kiss your face or hands without pulling away for a while

His favourite thing to do is rest his face against your neck or collarbone, letting his lips linger against your skin, not fully kissing it but feeling it, loving the contact between you

He trusts you with his problems, and will sometimes come to you when stressed or annoyed, and vent to you a little while your fingers run through his hair, a feeling that he finds incredibly reassuring

He’s also a fiddler, he’ll fiddle with your hair or clothes or fingers while cuddling, or he’ll paint patterns on your arms with his fingers, twisting fabric into whorls as you cuddle

Akaashi Keiji:

Ah~ another beautiful character! There are far too many of these in this show, it’ll be the death of us all

Regardless - I think Akaashi began a little more uncomfortable with physical contact! He didn’t jump straight into the hug life, but stepped in gradually, yet once he became comfortable oh you’ve unleashed a monster

Akaashi prefers to be calm, collected and polite around others, so it is with you that he unwinds the most

He absolutely adores laying with his head in your lap, letting you play with his curls as he gestures emphatically towards the ceiling while describing his day and how the team is doing

He’s a sway hugger too, he’ll rock you gently from side to side as you embrace, one hand firm at your back or waist

He has a habit of making little sarcastic comments while you hug too, things about what his teammates or other schools have been up to

He gets a little touchy at points, brushing his hands past your arms or shoulders while you work, or using you as a head rest - casual contact for the win here

Considering his habit to overthink, he’ll seek you out whenever his thoughts begin running too wildly

At his point he’ll curl up in a blanket with his head on your chest, talking out his thoughts as you whisper to him - he finds your presence to be the most calming thing in the world

He likes to kiss your hands too, before embracing you - he has this little thing he’ll do

He’ll offer you his hand, and when you take it he’ll press a kiss to your fingers, or the back of your hand, before sweeping you towards him and wrapping you in a hug

He then begins laughing, and he has the most enchanting giggles - they range from quiet to full on snorting, but all of them are some of the beautiful laughter you’ve ever heard

Konoha Akinori:

In all honesty, Konoha is really hard to characterise - I have like... two routes I could go down and I can’t choose... So I’m going to throw in elements of both! Enjoy!

First of all, this guy is really fun and teasing and his hugs reflect this

Another sway hugger, but not gentle swaying, but happy swaying, almost like dancing, you can tell he’s happy as he swishes you around within his clasps, laughing all the while

He likes to flirt a little too as you hug, both hands at your hips and his words a breeze by the shell of your ear, words of affection and admiration for how wonderful you look today

He likes to be the big spoon, and will hug you from behind constantly - he loves to have you laying on him, or to rest his head on yours or your shoulder, humming a small tune

He actually enjoys giving you massages too! His fingers are long and dexterous, and dig perfectly into the knots that the muscles of your back form after a long day, moulding you into a relaxed puddle like a vat of kinetic sand

On the flip side, he harbours several insecurities over his supposed lack of outstanding talent, being the ‘jack of all trades’ and not having a specific ‘thing’

Some days this will hit him hard, and he’ll come to you - lay down his head and close his eyes

He knows you’ll feel his hurt - and nothing cheers him up like your reassurances that he is good enough and that every person with one talent needs an all rounder to back them up and that he’s more useful in the long run

It reassures him, and he smiles as he soaks up your warmth - knowing that he is master of one thing and it’s loving you

Anahori Shūichi:

He’s so sweet and excitable!

Such loving and enthusiastic hugs from him, because you are his whole world

He will squeeze you to his chest with the utmost abandon and give you little kisses all over your face

He does puppy eyes when he wants a hug

When you first became close, he was often a bit nervous to approach you if he wanted a hug

But over time he became more comfortable... and adorably clingy as a result

He’ll always back off if you’re not in the mood - but this man wants his cuddles

CHAIR CUDDLE KING!

Oh what’s a chair cuddle? Only his favourite hug in the world

The BEST hug you can give him is one where he sits in a chair (preferably a massive, squishy armchair) and you sit on his lap and let him cuddle you

Facing towards or away from him he loves it, just having his arms around your waist as you watch something together

He also loves to sit in your lap, if you’ll have him, either as a joke or sincerely

Just this man... he loves the cuddle

Woollen blanket levels of snuggleeeeeeeeeee

Please stroke his hair he loves it

Komi Haruki:

Another energetic boy (this poor team’s coach rip)

He loves you

Like really loves you

And he wants to tell you that over and over again!

While he hugs you he will definitely whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you he adores you

Cuddles all day, cuddles all night!

Will cuddle you in his sleep, like you’re laying in bed and you wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason and he will be snuggling you so hard

One arm thrown over you and his nose at your neck and he’s so happy there that you’d feel really bad moving him

Also definitely headcanon he’s warm

Not open oven Bokuto warm but...

In a room with a log fire in the corner on a winter’s day warm

Very cozy and comforting, also very sweet with you

Will tell you about the funny parts of his day while hugging

Onaga Wataru:

He’s less enthusiastic than some of our previous boys for sure

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you just as much

I’m feeling sappy tonight so honestly? You are his everything

But headcanon! I don’t think he’s the best exactly at speaking his emotions

Oh he cherishes you with everything he has but he’s relatively quiet and finds it hard to express all that sheer emotion with words

In his mind, letters don’t cut it - how can a mere human mouth fully express the depth of the heart’s devotion? His love is more than words it’s colours and feelings and everything he associates with you and he is not (in his mind) eloquent enough to tell you

But he wants to

So? Hugs

When he hugs you this man puts his all into it

His squeeze is the perfect tightness, not too weak, not too tight

When his arms wrap perfectly around your shoulders, he tries to push all of his feelings into the hug

He wants to transmit his love for you through the physical contact

Long hugger definitely, he can hold you for hours

Will DROP EVERYTHING to hug you if you ask - no matter how important, you are first

Sturdy hugs and frame as well, just a good hugger

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harfanfare · 4 years ago

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How to win a heart of Leona Kingscholar?

1. Be able to make braids.

“Don’t move” you switched the left strand of chestnut hair with the one in the center and swapped the right strand with the current center. “You should brush your hair more often. If not, it will get more knotted…”

Leona mumbled something about naturally tangling hair, but stood still. He watched sleepily your hands that played with his hair while you were trying to create solid plait.

His braids got destroyed after lessons with sir Vargas, so you suggested that you will do them again. In this way, he could lay on his cozy bed and with some kind of amusement and pleasure, watching you so closely…

2. Be kind and obedient pillow.

“Hey, w-wait! I have lessons in a minute..!” you tried to get out of Leona’s embrace, who drew you towards his bed, hugged you, and didn’t move since then.

“Pillows do not talk” he covered your mouth with his hand and cocked his head a bit. The gaze he send you wasn’t as annoying it should look right now as inexplicably appealing. You suddenly got quiet. “Sleep has a great impact on our health, don’t you know, herbivore? As it’s said… you can’t put school before your health”

“You say that because you just don’t want to listen to professor Trein”

“I'd fall asleep anyway. Then why not pick someplace more comfortable?”

3. Try new things.

“But why don’t we add this… and this?” you picked up two vials, pink and lime, and swung them a bit. Small water tornadoes formed in the vessels. “In textbook, they didn’t write anything that they shouldn’t be mixed”.

“Every idiot knows, that these two cannot be combined” Leona accented every word. “Unless you want to blow up a lab”.

You laughed, but put the vials back on the self and stepped back. Leona sighed as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to the other side of the alchemy room.

“Come on, let's make this elixir quickly and finish this circus for today. From what I can see, some people are just inspired by... your previous color choices in vials.”

4. Eat vegetables.

With a fork, you separated the peas from the carrots as you waited for Leona to get out of the queue for the buffet and return to your table. And the queue was great.

"Herbivore," appeared in front of you a dark-haired boy who sat in front of you with his tray full of meat and some other additives, such as bread, paste, or sauce. "How can I call you an herbivore if you don't eat vegetables?"

"Plants aren’t only vegetables," you said, putting your plate aside.

"But some are," Leona gently grabbed your wrist. He took his fork, punched a mixture of peas and carrots from your plate, and gave you a cutlery. "Eat it. In our dorm it is difficult to find anything other than meat, so you should eat at least so much. You get sick without all these vitamins... or something like that.”

5. Be able to fight for yours

You took the scales when you knocked an unknown guy in your face. He took a step back and grabbed his cheek, but quickly jumped up to you and grabbed the collar.

"Ha, Leona's girlfriend is much weaker than I expected," the boy laughed in your face as you yanked and tried to kick him solidly. "What a disappointment.”

"The only disappointment is your respect for women," you fell to the ground when Kingscholar threw himself just to the guy's throat. Both fell to the ground; Leona sat on the boy grounded by his weight and just before his eyes held his hand, which shimmered black and gray sand - his activated unique magic. "Or rather, the lack of its existence.”

At an incredible rate, the man's face went from shock to horror. With a smothered cry, he did his best to break out of Leona's grip before he escaped from your two with vivid desperation.

"This one--" he growled, then walked up to you and helped you get up. "We take you to the nurse. And you have to sleep there or I'll put you to sleep” here he scooped up a few strands in front of your face.”...You fought valiantly. Many would envy you such courage, herbivore.”

6. Don’t let him do everything he wants.

He pulled you on the sofa and hugged his face in your hair. Still a moment and you would literally fall on top of pillows that have recently been washed out.

"I can't fall asleep now," you took hhands off and moved a few steps away. Leona seemed slightly confused and partly annoyed. You sent him an apologetic look. "I have agreed that today I will be doing a project and-”

"Is it so important that we have to take our traditional nap?" he interrupted you.

"Unless you want the guy I'm doing the project to come here and pick me up personally," you replied. Leona raised his eyebrows and your mouth bent in a smile. "Rook”

"You can go," he spat. He wouldn’t react at almost anyone else, but Rook would have just fallen into his room or looked at you through the window and watched you calmly nap. Leona shuddered at this thought.

He licked his mouth when you left and fell on his bed. Ah, he will wait until you come back to just make you sleep twice as long.

7. Smell nice.

“Were you baking?” Leona asked when you entered his room. The scent of warm cocoa hadn’t leave you yet.

"Yes. Ruggie and I made some chocolate biscuits,” you wiped off your flour blouse. "Do you want some?"

"Not really," he replied, approaching you. He took your hand and put it on his cheek, inhaling the smell of pastries even more.

The scent was truly alluring.

He had much more sensitive senses than the average person, especially the senses of smell and hearing, so when he found himself closer to you, he sensed more notes of ingredients: besides chocolate, he recognized honey, nuts, and cinnamon.

He will get drunk with this aroma, which, according to him (but he wouldn’t admit it), was strangely sweeter.

8. Don't get along too well with Malleus.

"You're not going to him," you couldn’t help, but roll your eyes at his words.

“Would you like to join our tea meeting?” You looked up at him from under your lashes as Leona pulled you away from the main corridor. “If you really want to, I'm sure Malleus won't mind-“

"But I will," he replied. “He can't take my free time with you because he suddenly decided that he wanted to play... chess with you?” He tried to remember what it was about, but soon he shook his head, clearing the thoughts.

You smiled weakly.

"You'll be the one to explain to Sebek of my,” here you cleared your throat “lack of respect and waste of Lord Malleus' precious time. "

"I will go to him personally and complain about ‘wasting precious time’ of mine and yours.”

9. Have a side of your personality that only shows up to the closest people.

Problem with school? Leona won't necessarily teach you everything the textbook says, but he'll find a way to help you or calm you down, assuring you that it will be fine.

Any conflicts in the family or with their lives? Maybe he could solve them for you somehow? - after all, he is a prince, even if the second one, he is still a very influential man.

Maybe at night, your joyful personality disappears? You are becoming closed to everyone?

Each problem will be an important problem for him. He might not take it as seriously as you, but every time you confide in something to him, you can be sure that he will take your secrets with him to his grave. And search for a solution.

…And every time you think about what to do, he will feel a warmth in his heart that you have decided to reveal something to him that others do not have access to. Even if the problem is troublesome and doesn’t fit in the list of things that are nice to spend free time on.

10. Give him your heart.

By far the most difficult and demanding, the most important of the other subsections

For this very difficult to give a concrete example

Because in fact each of these stages could give him a fragment of your heart

Or at least his heart was stolen

By each of these moments

And not only these

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asimpforarmin · 4 years ago

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What Dog the AoT Characters Would Have 💛

Character(s): Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Bertholdt Hoover, & Annie Leonhardt

Genre: Light-hearted, modern!au

Warnings: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse, some dog breeds commonly perceived as scary, cursing

A/n: I usually include Mikasa in my headcanons, but I just forgot until last minute that she existed ;-; so, sorry for not including her. If someone requests it, I’ll add her to the list.

💛 Armin

His parents got him a beagle puppy for one of his birthdays and he got so attached to it. He was so grateful that he had a dog and absolutely treasures him.

Named him Buddy because he’s his little sidekick and is always fun to play with and snuggle up to.

Buddy almost never shuts up though. A bird flies past the window? He starts barking. A truck goes by? Goes bonkers. He sees himself in the mirror? Shooketh.

Whenever Buddy starts going crazy, Armin picks him up, takes him away from whatever’s bothering him and scratches behind his ears. That makes Buddy practically melt into Armin’s arms and it’s so adorable. 💕

Buddy is very protective over Armin, or as protective as a dog his size could be. He always barks at the doorbell and is very wary of strangers.

If you walk into Armin’s house and Buddy has never seen you before, Armin will be sitting in a chair holding a dog who’s glaring into your soul.

You and Armin will try to have a normal conversation while Buddy is snarling and growling at you with Armin just patting his head and making an expression that says he deals with this all the time.

After a couple visits, Buddy is still tense around you but unwinds once you start playing with him.

Whenever Armin’s studying or working, Buddy will jump up into his lap and snuggle with him.

Sometimes when Armin falls asleep at his desk, he’ll have his arms on the table and Buddy in his lap.

When he’s in the car, Buddy tries to bite cars through the window. He just growls and bangs the glass with his teeth before Armin stops him from chipping a tooth.

Just how Buddy is protective of Armin, Armin’s protective of Buddy.

If someone talks shit about his dog, he’ll get sad about it. Buddy doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, he never hurt anyone.

Buddy can’t be taken to the park because he just agitates other dogs. He never gets along with them and never lets his guard down.

Buddy’s also one of those dogs who gets really dramatic. One time he was laying on the couch with his ball and it rolled off so he just started howling.

It’s also really hard to trim his nails without him growling, even though he’d never bite anyone.

Once Buddy has calmed down around someone, he’s fun to just hang around.

Armin likes to sit on the couch reading with Buddy on his lap or beside him. He’s great to study with or have around.

💛 Sasha

Adopts a 5-year-old blue greyhound from her local shelter.

She’d been volunteering there for a while when the greyhound came in and just couldn’t resist.

With greyhounds being bred to hunt and Sasha coming from a family who has a hunting background, it seemed like a match made in heaven.

She bought her and gave her a bright pink collar with a little dog bone tag with her name etched in it.

Since greyhounds’ necks are so long, she gives her a big knitted scarf to wear in the winter to keep her all nice and cozy.

Was torn between naming her Snickerdoodle or Candy because they’re both cute names and are both foods, but ended up naming her Pumpkin because she couldn’t decide and Pumpkin’s a really cute name as well.

Sasha loves playing fetch with her and it’s so fun because Pumpkin can run really fast, really far.

Pumpkin almost never barks unless she’s having fun or there’s someone at the door.

Sasha’s bed is lofted by a couple feet for storage and Pumpkin has no problem getting on and off her bed.

The first time Pumpkin saw Sasha’s bed, she didn’t know what to do so just sat there looking up at Sasha. It took a couple minutes for her to realize Sasha patting the bed meant she could jump onto it.

Sasha allows her dog on any of the furniture so there’s short hairs all over the couch no matter what.

Pumpkin’s really kind and gentle around kids so Sasha can basically take her anywhere. She’s super well behaved but sometimes scares people because she jumps in excitement.

Sasha also shares her food with her dog all the time. Always packs extra whenever she goes somewhere so she can give some to Pumpkin.

If you moved in with Sasha, Pumpkin would take to you right away.

She would literally be so sweet and always make you happy all the time. 😭💕

Plays tug of war and fetch a lot with you.

If you’re working/eating at a desk, she’ll lean her head on your leg until you pet her or give her food, or both.

Overall, Pumpkin is so sweet and adorable. She will always cheer you up when you need it and always has enough energy to play.

💛 Jean

Adopted a pitbull who is now 6, but was brought into a fighting ring when he was 4.

He knew it would be a challenge to help an abused dog but wanted to give him a good home.

When he first saw him, he was covered in scars and missing part of his ear.

He named him Kane. He’s a beautiful deep reddish-brown color with a white belly.

From the first moment they met, there was a connection. Kane warmed up to Jean quite quickly for a dog who’s been through so much.

Jean took him home and slowly introduced him to lifestyle changes, like going for walks or taking baths.

He introduces him to other dogs too. Kane showed a little hostility in the beginning, but once he realized they weren’t threats he was fine being around them.

Jean pays top dollar for him. Any issue he has, he takes him to the vet and gets it fixed up. He also gets the best food for him because that’s what he deserves.

Kane loves going for car rides. Sometimes Jean will get in the car with him, no destination in mind, and just drive.

Jean rolls the window down and Kane pokes his head outside. His mouth opens and because of the wind going into it, he showers the window behind him in slobber.

Kane absolutely loves swimming. He’s quite good at it, but Jean still takes a lot of safety precautions, such as a life jacket or shallow water because pitbulls are known to be somewhat bad swimmers.

Every summer, Jean takes out a kiddie pool and lets Kane splash around in it.

He also really likes to turn on the hose or sprinkler and aim it at Kane. He jumps up to bite the water and they both have a great time.

It can be a problem though because when Jean’s trying to fill the pool up, Kane keeps batting the hose with his paw or trying to eat the water and Jean has to get him to relax.

Other than his little quirks, Kane’s a relatively chill dog. He’s alright with being dressed up in costumes or having to wear a cone.

Every halloween, Jean gets both of them a matching costume and they sit on the porch to give kids candy.

Jean also lets the kids pet Kane because over time, he gets very welcoming of people and other dogs he doesn’t know.

Long story short, Kane’s not the dog you want to protect your house, if someone broke in, he’d just start wagging his tail and not be able to tell what’s going on.

💛 Connie

Saw how cool Jean’s dog is and also wanted a badass and cool breed.

He ended up adopting a doberman pinscher.

Like Jean’s dog, she looks strong and intimidating.

Unlike Jean’s dog, she acts the complete opposite of how she looks.

She’s often quite jittery or seems scared. Whenever someone even remotely raises their voice, her ears go down and she lowers her head.

You and Connie often have to give her tons of pets and appreciation after shouting, whether it’s good or bad shouting.

She’s also a total cuddlebug. She loves to be on Connie’s lap 24/7 and sleeps right next to him, watching over him.

Because of her timid personality, Connie named her Lily. It’s a sweet and innocent sounding name. Even though he sought her out to be a “cool” dog, she’s super sweet and didn’t want to name her something that conflicted with who she really was.

One thing about Lily is she loves running. Connie likes to skateboard alongside her as she pulls him along. It’s not much effort for her because Connie’s lightweight and uses his feet a lot. Plus, the area they live is pretty flat, so they often do.

Lily has a hard time understanding what is and isn’t a toy. One time she nearly chewed off one of the sofa legs. Next time Connie sat on it, it snapped and then he figured out Lily was behind it.

After that, he trained her to know everything he puts in her basket is a toy, but everything else isn’t. Then, she used the basket as a toy.

She goes through toys lightning quick.

Every time you or Connie give her a new stuffed animal, it takes approximately .2 seconds for it to be torn to shreds.

Connie loves to take her to PetSmart and let her pick out toys in-store.

If she chooses a toy that means Connie won’t need to guess what she likes and what she doesn’t.

One time she chose one of those scented rope toys, but once Connie took the packaging off, she started acting weirdly.

Once he gave it to her, she started barking at it and whacking it with her paw.

Connie was super confused so he threw it and she chased after it like normal, but once she got close to it she started acting scared of it and barking.

It’s been like that ever since now so they just don’t play with that toy.

Lily doesn’t bark that often. She usually only barks from excitement or when she meets someone new.

She also doesn’t have the zoomies that much so she’s a really relaxed dog to hang with.

💛 Bertholdt

Bertholdt saw his neighbors packing their stuff in a van one day and leaving but saw they left their samoyed leashed up outside.

He wanted to hold out hope that they were just going out somewhere for a bit so waited the rest of the night but found the dog still chained up the next morning in the rain.

He was never close to his neighbors and didn’t want any confrontation so he went up and knocked on the door, checking if anyone was home.

No surprise, they weren’t so he cautiously made his way over to the dog.

It was so happy to see someone and started licking his hand right away.

He unchained the dog and led it into his house where he gave it a nice warm bath and some food.

While bathing her, he took off her collar, with the neighbor’s number and address engraved in it along with her name, Mavis.

While Mavis was eating he called the number he found on her tag. He explained that the dog looked like it was left there on purpose so he took it in until they got home. They just said they didn’t want her anymore and hung up, which broke Bertholdt’s heart.

So he took her to the vet, got some pet things because he hasn’t owned a pet previously and she became a big part of his life.

She clings to him everywhere and won’t ever leave his side. Almost never barks and is super good on a leash.

Bertholdt takes her to the dog park a lot, Mavis is very social and has made a lot of friends there.

Mavis has quite the habit of rolling around in the mud or dirt though so Bertholdt has to give her a bath quite often.

Bertholdt absolutely cannot contain the dog hair. There is so much of it and it’s everywhere, went through like 3 lint rollers in the first week.

He spoils her rotten. Whenever he goes shopping he gets her new treats and toys because he swore to do right by her when her old owners didn’t.

If you were brought into the equation, Mavis would love you unconditionally. She’ll be there to give you high-fives and cuddle with you.

She is the softest thing on the planet so the cuddles are amazing. If you and Bertholdt sleep together, she’ll plop herself right in between the both of you so she could get attention until you fall asleep.

Whenever she needs something but isn’t up, she licks your face until you give her what she wants.

Even though she can get quite hot in the summer, she always wants to cuddle and loves to do it, whether it’s with you or Bertholdt.

💛 Annie (normally I don’t write for her but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head)

Hitch gave her a chihuahua for her birthday even though she never remotely hinted at wanting a dog.

She didn’t want to return it though and oddly liked it, even though she never asked for him.

Just calls him “Dog” for a bit since she doesn’t know what to name him.

He’s a tan deer head dog so Annie gives him the name “Biscuit” after a couple weeks.

It’s super generic but she doesn’t think he needs any fancy name and he looks like a biscuit so 🤷🏻‍♀️

She has one of the backpacks with a compartment to fit a dog.

She likes to put Biscuit in there and take him out when she goes out.

When Annie takes him out, Biscuit is usually pretty chill, aside from giving a couple glares to random people.

Sometimes he even falls asleep in her backpack.

Whenever someone pisses Annie off, Biscuit senses it. Annie isn’t usually one to get into a full-blow fight and be loud, so Biscuit is her volume. Whenever she starts going off, he starts growling and barking.

And when she does get loud, both of them are yelling and screaming so that often deters the other person.

When she first got Biscuit, Annie didn’t really pay that much attention to him. She’d be on the couch and whenever he came up to her with a ball or toy, she’d throw it.

Then as she started to get used to him, she started to like him more.

Nowadays, she sometimes chases him around the house with a smile on her face and it’s so adorable, especially because she doesn’t smile all too often.

Biscuit is relatively calm, even for a chihuahua. He can often be seen on the couch on his back with his tongue out laying in the sun.

Speaking of being on the couch, originally Annie wanted to keep him off all furniture but soon realized he simply wouldn’t stay off and she didn’t want to bother to train him not to.

Now, they share almost everything. She sleeps with him next to her, they relax on the couch together, and sometimes she even brings him up on one of the kitchen chairs and they share food together.

Biscuit hates her alarm clock with a passion. If Annie doesn’t wake up from the alarm, she wakes up from the high pitched barks of her dog wanting her to turn it off.

Once the two are close, they are bonded for life and can be seen everywhere together.

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #Armin Arlert x Reader #Armin x Reader #Sasha Braus x Reader #Sasha x Reader #Jean Kirstein x Reader #Jean x Reader #Connie Springer x Reader #Connie x Reader #Bertholdt Hoover x Reader #Bertholdt x Reader #Annie Leonhardt x Reader #Annie x Reader

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lovelysho · 4 years ago

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dates with the aot boys —

oh, the places they’d take you...

parings: eren x reader, armin x reader, connie x reader.

a/n: these were supposed to be headcanons, but I got carried away and now I don’t know what they are exactly ? but alas, enjoy. ´･ ᴗ ･`

eren would take you to the amusement park. now this may sound really simple, but don’t think he didn’t put any thought into your date. in all honesty, he really wanted to go bungee jumping. that was the fearlessness in him, but you insisted that you were too scared for that and maybe you’d work up the courage another time. you’d arrive to the amusement park right at opening, seeing as he made sure to keep you both of you on a tight schedule so that you could get on every single ride you wanted, and even go on your favorites twice if you so wished. for someone who was never punctual, you found it cute that he timed everything to a T. you spent the better half of the day on the roller coasters. they were always your favorite and you loved the thrill of your stomach feeling like it was two seconds away from falling out of your ass. this didn’t stop you from screaming eren’s name during each drop though, yelling questions and shouts of blame like why he even let you get on and that he was a terrible person. your face was scrunched up and you were gripping the restraints like crazy. all of this earned heavy laughs from him. he thought you were so cute when you were freaking out. especially because he knew you actually enjoyed it. later in the night after having been to all the main attractions, and eating your funnel cake that he’d bought you, you’d spend some time at one of the games because eren refused to let you leave without at least three stuffed animals. you had fun watching him huff and puff saying the game was rigged, but best believe you left with those stuffed animals. he knew you still liked to sleep with them and he had no problem indulging, finding it extremely cute, you were extremely cute. you ended the night parked on a hill, having a car picnic as the both of you star gazed. you hugged onto your stuffed animals, and to him. he would miss out on skydiving a thousand times over if it meant he got to spend his days like this with you.

armin, always a sucker for the love of literature, that one. he’d take you to a small café mid-day. the sun seeping through the windows creating a certain warmth upon your skin. as you both found yourselves seated on a sofa in one cozy corner, he’d tuck a stray hair behind your ear and say, “you look beautiful, sunshine.” he’d stare in awe, his nickname for you ringing true. he was never able to completely grasp how the sun always seemed to find its way to you as if it’s rays were made just to kiss your skin, to enrich your beauty. at this café you’d listen to poets recite verses of happiness, family, love, and loss. you’d catch him rubbing his thumb gently along your palm as lines of love were spoken; and your heart would flutter. later that night, you’d return to his place. you’d both make dinner, hop in your pajamas, and cozy up after he’d brought out two books filled with empty pages. he suggested you both write your own poetry, and you told him you weren’t very good. so, he settles on something simple to begin with. you spend the rest of the night eating dinner and writing limericks while laughing together. you earlier wondered why he didn’t just take you to a poetry slam, but after giving it some thought you think this date was perfectly him, was perfectly armin.

connie was a complete and utter jokester and you knew this. so, it was no surprise when he took you to a thrift store as a date. you had long since learned to stop questioning his actions and just let things happen as they go. however, you just had to ask. “connie...what are we doing here?” he’d put a finger to your lips shushing you, before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back. he’d tell you to pick a number from one to twenty. of course you play along, opting for the number ten. he went to the first isle and grabbed the tenth clothing item that was hung up, shaking it with jazz hands and smiling cheekily at you. you smiled shaking your head, letting out a small laugh. It went on like this for some time. using the numbers you both picked you’d travel from isle to isle gathering clothing items and slipping them on over the outfits you two came in with. you two were laughing with each horrendous fit you’d try on, earning you dirty looks from other customers and employees, which made you snicker even more. eventually, you both said fuck the numbers and picked whatever outfits you wanted for each other. you handed connie a plaid skirt, a white crop top and a sun hat that he put on with no hesitation. you handed him a handbag for added accessory and quickly took out your phone to start recording. “let me get your number, shawty.” when he noticed you were recording he instantly went to reach for your phone, chasing you around the store. you couldn’t contain your laughter, telling him you were gonna send it to the group chat. needless to say, you were both kicked out; but you didn’t let that stop you though, finding a nice taco truck to stop by on your walk home.

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vegalocity · 3 years ago

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Secret kisses and Touching 2, 14, 22, 23, and 44. Secret Silktea relationship, except both spider fam and Monkey fam actually know! Half of them don’t care enough to say anything (Pigsy,Tang,Spider Queen,Wukong,Syntax) while the other half wants them to reveal it when they’re ready (Min Yi,MK,Mei,Goliath,Sis) - Pixel Anon

Affection meme

49. secret kisses

2. running fingers through hair

14.putting an arm around the other’s waist

22.falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

23. carrying the other one in their arms

44.sitting on the other’s lap

this took me forever to put together because for some ungodly reason i couldn't figure out the scenario

so i decided on a little vignette compilation of sorts

They knew what they were doing.

Of course they knew what they were doing. It was in either of their best interests to keep this a secret. Just because the clan had stopped their crusade to take over the city and their queen had dialed down the ‘revenge’ ideas, didn’t mean there wasn’t still bad blood between his clan and Sandy’s family.

And it wasn’t too difficult, it just meant that when they were all working together for some greater threat or whatever that they’d have to be sneaky. It was easy stealth was one of Huntsman’s greatest Attributes and suspecting Blue of anything was like suspecting a small dog of knocking over a bulldozer.

It wasn’t too hard to simply keep their hands to themselves. Or at least, it wasn’t hard for Sandy, Huntsman was quickly finding his self control lacking in regard to being in such a situation with his… well, with him. But could anyone blame him? Blue was more or less the hottest guy he’d ever ran into before and he was kinda-sorta DATING him! How could he not want to climb that like a tree at all times?

Especially when he was always being so stupidly fucking charming. Sure the ‘needlessly nice’ stuff wasn’t something he particularly appreciated, but it was starting to grow on him, if only on the amount of restraint he must have to keep it up all the time.

Soooo yeah maybe he was purposefully pushing their luck a little, but in his defense he wanted to see how much desire based frustration it would take before ol’ Blue would just pin him against a wall and make him regret wondering.

Syntax had shooed him away from being a nuisance at his worktable, so naturally, Huntsman had to go be a nuisance at someone else’s worktable. Thankfully Sandy was far more agreeable to the company, and thankfully the bid of ‘Bugging Syntax first’ kept his alibi solid. He wasn’t just going over to see Blue he just wanted to be a louse and his normal target had already locked him out of his room. And so nobody really suspected anything when he started to peer over Sandy’s side to watch him tighten this or that thing on this or that device.

And it was pretty damn fun to see just how much of a ‘nuisance’ he could be. This particular bout resulting ih Huntsman being pressed against the car engine Blue had been working on, feeling the orange hair slide between his claws and messing up the stylized mohawk and shuddering when he felt those huge hands almost entirely encompass either of his thighs while keeping him aloft. He hissed through his teeth as he felt Blue give one of his legs a testing squeeze and rolled his hips forward a bit-

“Fish Demon? I need to get another set of eyes on these schematics or I'll actually go insane.” By the time Syntax looked up from his clipboard Sandy was working on the engine again and Huntsman was leaning against his work area and had barely had the opening to whip out one of his knives and his portable sharpener.

Though Sandy’s hair was unable to be fixed and fell to a side as he smiled at Syntax and took the offered blueprints from him.

He wasn’t a big fan of those domestic snatches of time, he wasn’t.

It was mostly an instinctual response, Spiders were pack bonders, so of course when his internal senses started categorizing Sandy as ‘pack’ then he’d relax without intending to while being pulled in with a hand on his waist.

Which was definitely the reason why he was curled up to Sandy’s side, the cool slick feeling of his scales strange against his more leather-like skin. That stupid instinct was the only real reason why he felt so comfortable and like he could practically fall asleep like this.

He felt Blue’s hand gently start running up and down his side and dammit that wasn’t playing fair, it wasn’t his fault that he had been having sleeping problems lately and was rapidly getting drowsy.

He could feel Blue’s hum as the world started to drift away-

“Hey Sandy what do you think- Uhhhh”

“Oh, hello Xiaotian.”

“You know you’ve got a spider on you, right?”

“Oh yeah, Looked like he was having some paranoia problems, took a bit of wheedling to get out but Huntsman here was up for like four days straight ‘till now!”

“Did… Did you slip him your sleepy tea?”

“Of course not! That would be super unethical! Also I'm pretty sure he’s still semi conscious and passively listening without any critical thought right now since he only just dozed off and would probably wake up angry if he overheard anything like that!”

“....right… so anyway-”

The brat knew.

Dammit he knew the brat knew. She definitely fucking knew.

He should have known better than to try anything with that Professional Snoop underfoot. But He’d had plans with Blue before having to get stuck with the brat tonight because the Queen needed Syntax’s expertise and the Sister was on shift at work and Goliath already had plans doing who knows what, and he was stuck with Minyi since he ‘didn’t have any plans’

He’d dragged his feet on the idea of cancelling with Blue, but he’d fucking done it so nobody could say he didn’t contribute to the upkeep of their clan’s youngest. It was just his luck that Sandy had been fine with coming over instead, and the brat had overheard some of the conversation and got excited about ‘Mr Sandy’ coming over to visit. The brat had insisted on stringing some of her fake flowers into his hair before he arrived, after dubbing him ‘suitably pretty’ (her words) she’d done up her own hair as similarly as she could because he certainly wasn’t helping her with her weird pre-’company is coming’ rituals.

And… Blue was a hit with the brat. He had an infinite amount of patience for the inane childish babbling, stooped low so she could string the remaining fake flowers in her possession (why did she have so many fake flowers?) into his beard, and offered to fix dinner for the lot of them (which was for the best since the brat was such a picky eater she could barely stomach some of his specialties)

And… he was not jealous of a six year old for how she was able to crawl into Blue’s lap while the lot of them watched some inane mystery show for the character drama alone since the brat called and explained the mystery within the first three minutes.

Blue was a bit awkward on the sofa, it made sense, Goliath would normally sit on the floor for how the height and width of the couch was not designed with bigger demons in mind, and Blue was considerably bigger than Goliath. So while the brat was cozy as could be in the place of honor, Huntsman was stuck perched on the arm of the couch as to not be crushed into it trying to squeeze in beside Blue.

Not that that would be a wholly unpleasant experience, but the presence of the brat made it go from tempting to awkward. Nonetheless, part of Sandy trying to get comfortable had included one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and while it seemed the brat wasn’t paying attention, it slid down to wrap around his shoulders.

When the time came Minyi didn’t need to be told it was bed time for her, she loudly announced it herself, changed into her pajamas, and after saying goodnight to the both of them went on with a

“I am going to sleep now! And I will not be out of my room until morning so if anything were to be happening I certainly won’t know it, because I will be asleep.”

She smiled widely at Huntsman and closed her door.

Nosey little brat.

Tang huffed a quiet laugh as Sandy gingerly began to lift Huntsman into the air, his broken leg not quite able to be splinted just yet, let alone looked at properly. It seemed the lot of them had suffered some pretty nasty injuries from this last threat (and no doubt it would have been worse if their team and the Spider Clan hadn’t joined forces) including Tang himself despite being on the sidelines for most of it, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated, and the cut on his forehead was still sluggishly bleeding all over the right side of his face, but compared to some of the others he was basically fine.

So once He was able to pop his arm back into place (Ouch) he took to handling cleanup with the only other ‘perfectly normal person’ here, a woman maybe a few years his junior, he’d seen her every so often with the Spider Clan (or rather, with Syntax) but he didn’t know her name.

“Do you think they actually think they’re being subtle?” Her words caught his attention and he turned to glance at the woman. She was in the middle of splinting Xiaojiao’s broken wrist and at Tang’s questioning glance, she nodded at Sandy and Huntsman. Oh!

“I’m sure Sandy thinks he’s the pinnacle of subtlety” Tang responded. He was pretty sure the ‘thing’ that had developed between their friend and the most brutal of the Spider Clan was the worst kept secret on the team since Red Son had started hanging out with Xiaotian and Xiaojiao on the weekends.

“They are so cute when you just walk in on them.” Xiaojiao said around a snicker. “Like how they jump apart like when you flip a magnet over to the matching side.”

“Does your team have a betting pool? My brother organized one for the clan, and if they do anything damning within the next month i win the pot.”

“No! Ohh man we should get one started up! Hey Pigsy! You wanna make a betting Pool for Sandy and Huntsman’s secret romance?”

“Why the hell would i want to do that?”

“Finally have dirt on Sandy after decades of him never being embarrassed about anything ever?” Tang offered with a shrug.

Pigsy thought for a moment and shrugged back before going back to fussing over Xiaotian. “Sure. Who’s bettin’ what?”

send me stuff!

#Silktea #Silkteashipping #Affection meme #vega writes stories too #letters to vega #Spider Queen wins the Spider Clan pot though she denies ever betting anything #but Minyi put in three sticker packs and a yoyo for her bet and she could have SWORN she saw them in the lair by Spider Queen's stuff

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE ❜

✨ REQUEST: hermanikiiiiiii i wanted to request you the prompt number 1 with coco cruz!!thank you, love you muchisisimoooooo💕💕

✨ PROMPTS: “Wait, you love me? Like Garfield loves Lasagna?”

✨ MADE BY: Juls.

Gif credit: to my lovely @supervalcsi.

WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

❚❙ JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ MASTERLIST.

❚❙ MASTERLIST.

❚❙ JOIN MY TAG LIST.

When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.

Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.

These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.

You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.

“You ready?”

Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.

Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.

“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.

In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.

“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.

“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.

Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.

Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.

Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.

“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”

He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.

“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.

“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.

“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.

“Nobody asked you to do it”.

Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.

“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.

Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.

About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.

“Open up!”

The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.

“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”

“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.

“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.

“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.

“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.

“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.

“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.

“I did it too”.

“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.

“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.

He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.

“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.

Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.

“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.

“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”

Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.

“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.

Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.

“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.

Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.

“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ✨#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

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leviathans-normie · 4 years ago

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Hi! I hope you're fine today! Can I request some fluff? I usually do this with my friends at random times, and I wondered, how would the brothers react to MC taking his face in their hands and saying, "you're beautiful, amazing, wonderful and I love you"? (idk if you do Simeon too but only if you can, of course! Thank u so much)

Yo! I hope you're having a great day too! Low-key, that's such a nice thing to do w/your friends :') I really didn't know how to title it though 😅

Also I'm taking requests for all the boys, so don't shy out!

THE BOYS' REACTION TO BEING CALLED AMAZING AT RANDOM

LUCIFER

→Lucifer was assigning MC some work for the exchange programme. You know, just a usual Tuesday at the Devildom.

→MC was sitting at the other side of Lucifer's desk, pretending to be listening to him.

→They would rather be doing something else, but it was important, or so Lucifer said.

→He was unsurprisingly passionate about that project, his eyes gleaming as he went into more details and giving MC ideas.

→That moment, MC decided to cup his face with their hands and stroke Lucifer's cheek.

→Lucifer.exe has stopped working.

��Before he could even collect himself, MC said, "You know, Lucifer, you're really great and amazing and God, I love you."

→Lucifer was shocked the first few seconds. Blinking his eyes in confusion, he let out a hearty chuckle.

→"Thank you, MC." A genuine smile crept on his lips. "You are amazing, too."

→Oh, wow. They didn't expect this to come right back at 'em.

→They hadn't even managed to collect their thoughts when Lucifer said, "And as much as I love this, you still need to know about the project."

→But, after some begging and pouting from MC, Lucifer put the papers aside and sat near MC, half-pulling her into his embrace.

→The project could wait for a bit.

MAMMON

→"MC, LISTEN TO THIS!"

→He had burst into their room as though it was his own at three in the morning just to tell them about his new money-making scheme.

→God knows why Lucifer didn't catch him being awake way past his bedtime, but that was the thing that cost MC their precious sleep.

→And as Mammon talked semi-quietly in the dark about some weird scheme, his eyes seemed to gleam as he was smiling like a goof to MC.

→They had considered kicking him out and yelling at him. Summoning Satan to push him away himself, even.

→However, they couldn't resist how cute he looked and instead, they cupped his cheeks and smiled lazily.

→"Mammon, you're amazing and just so cute and I love you, but-"

→They didn't manage to utter any other word, as Mammon jumped back in surprise and stuttered, "W-WHAT A-A-ARE YOU D-DOING, HUMAN?!"

→”Be quiet, or Lucifer might hear you...!” they whispered-yelled in response.

→”A-Ah...Yeah...” Mammon took their hand and put them back on his cheek. “Go on... You were sayin’ how a-awesome I was, right?”

→With a small giggle, MC stroked his cheek as they continued complimenting him.

→Soon enough, they had fallen in each other’s arms and cuddling on the bed, whispering to each other in hopes that Lucifer wouldn’t hang them from the chandelier in the morning.

LEVIATHAN

→MC had decided to introduce him to the human game League of Legends.

→They would be able to play together even when they weren’t in the same room, which was amazing. Lucifer could hardly flame them for something like that.

→Problem was that Levi was way too into the game.

→Long story short, MC learnt words they didn’t know before.

→There was no stopping him either.

→’Normie’ tactics wouldn’t make him stop, not even in a million years.

→One day, when they were hanging out as usual and Levi was playing the cursed game, MC decided to stop all that rage the poor boy had developped.

→Mid-game, just when Levi was on the climax and was cursing more than any other player had ever in their lives, MC took his face and cupped his cheeks.

→Henry’s father.exe has stopped working.

→Eh?!.exe has installed.

→”Levi, you’re amazing and I love you, but I swear to God if you don’t sto-”

→”WOAHHHHH!”

→”Me?! Amazing?! M-MC, you can’t j-just say t-that when I-I’m playing!”

→MC took their arms away, before they were snatched again and put on his face.

→"I didn’t t-tell you to stop!” Lowering his gaze and his blushing face, he mumbled, “P-Please continue...”

→Levi might have lost at League of Legends, but he won at cuddles.

SATAN

→It was a cozy afternoon in Satan’s room, where both him and MC were indulged in their novels.

→The room was completely silent, aside form the occasional flipping of the pages.

→But MC got bored.

→They tossed the book to the side and looked up at the ceiling and then Satan.

→Doki doki.exe has installed.

→He looked so peaceful as his eyes scanned the words in the thick book he was holding, MC couldn’t help but feel awe.

→Without thinking much, they went close to him and cupped his cheeks right when he was reading.

→No one has ever regretted a decision they’ve made faster than MC.

→But instead of leaving an apologising when they saw the slight irritation on his face, they said, “I love you, Satan. How can you be so amazing when you’re just reading silently?”

→If Belphie didn’t manage to kill them before, Satan would go for it.

→But instead of bursting in a fit of anger, the blond demon closed his book.

→Flashing a smile, he said, “Thank you, kitten.”

→MC didn’t know how that happened, but they ended up tangling themselves with him and cuddling on his small sofa, reading their books respectfully in comfortable silence.

→The only noise was the flipping of the pages and occasional words of affection.

ASMODEUS

→MC and Asmo where in his room, having their usual self-care session.

→This week, they were trying out new nail polishes and body creams.

→Asmo was so excited when he started painting MC’s fingers, talking trash about whoever had pissed him off that day.

→Even when he was finished, leaving MC’s nails to dry, he kept talking about how foul that demon was.

→”And he had such a sour attitude for such a little pest. Like, honey, no, take off these crocs first and then we’ll talk-”

→Before he could finish his statement properly, MC cupped his face, minding their nails.

→”Asmo, how can you be so graceful when talking trash? It’s amazing.”

→Without missing a beat, he replied. “Aw, thanks, dear!”

→”I love you so much.”

→”I love me, too.”

→MC started pouting and whining, before he chuckled and reassured them.

→”Just kidding~ I love you too. Now take your hands away! The nail polish might get messed up, and that’s a no-no!”

BEELZEBUB

→Beel was casually eating, shoving enormous amounts of food inside his mouth.

→MC was chilling next to him, occasionally talking to him while they checked their D.D.D.

→Beel eating wasn’t a rare sight for anyone.

→However, they couldn’t help but feel happy seeing him being so happy eating food.

→The way his eyes gleamed was just so wholesome.

→Once he was done stuffing his face, they took their hands and put them on his cheeks.

→”Oh?”

→”Beel, you’re legitimately so amazing and perfect. Ugh, I love you.”

→He smiled a wholesome smile that could melt people’s hearts.

→”Thank you.”

→He wrapped his large arms around MC, burrying them in a casual bear hug and spinning them around a bit.

BELPHEGOR

→Tired boy.exe has been installed.

→MC was sitting with Belphie on his bed, softly lying in each other’s arms.

→Which was more like Belphie using MC as a body pillow.

→Not that they minded. Who would?

→MC was talking about their day as Belphegor nodded and hummed occasionally.

→Poor boy was trying so hard not to seem rude just this once.

→Something that didn’t go unnoticed by MC.

→When he was this close to dozing off, they gently held his face between their palms.

→”Thank you for listening, Belphie. You’re so amazing. That’s it. Love you.”

→A small smile grazed his lips.

→”No problem... Now... can I sleep?”

→They nodded and wrapped their arms around his sleepy frame, before they both fell asleep wrapped up between each other’s arms.

SIMEON

→MC was hanging out with the angel boyo at the Purgatory Hall.

→I mean, everyone needs a break from these chaotic demons.

→Thank God Simeon has MC’s back.

→God bless.

→He had made some tea for them to drink.

→And then he talked a bit about his day at R.A.D., the new stuff he’d learnt and all sorts of things.

→MC couldn’t help but admire the angel that was sitting in front of her.

→He looked so graceful.

→Setting their tea cup down, MC got up and cupped the angel’s cheeks.

→”Simeon, you’re so beautiful, graceful and just... amazing. I love you so freaking much.”

→Simeon let out a hearty chuckle and smiled.

→”Thank you, MC.”

→He got up and gave them a hug. Once he sat down again, he patted the seat next to him, where MC went and sat down, leaning their head on his shoulder.

#obey me #om swd #obey me swd #one master to rule them all #obey me fluff #headcanons #om headcanons #om lucifer #om asmodeus #om satan #om leviathan #om mammon #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om simeon #fluff

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.7 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch knows he can't really depend on the kindness of strangers, but oh, sometimes he wishes he could.

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Read ‘The Kindness of Strangers’ on AO3

Read it here!

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It was with a heavy, weird-ass book in hand that Stretch returned to the heat of the afternoon. This time he made haste getting back to the store while his knees were cooperating, almost jogging on the sidewalk and waving to any regular customers as he passed. The sun was on its downward path by now and the strollers were out in full force, the Human moms and pops pushing them hardly paying him any mind past a ‘good afternoon’ as he went by.

His knees were back to the wibble-wobbles when he slipped through the door, the bell announcing him with a muted clank. The first thing he noticed was that Red wasn’t behind the counter. He was standing at the back of the store, leaning on his cane and blocking off the hallway that led to both their living quarters. Yeah, that looked like insurance that Stretch couldn’t hurry on past him upstairs; Red wasn’t quick, but he also wasn’t stupid, and Stretch could feel his hard gaze scrutinizing him from across the store.

Wonderbar.

Stretch pasted on a grin and tried to act like someone who hadn’t been recently felt up by Red’s little brother in the public library. Not that Red said that he couldn’t, but some things, (for example, random groping) could probably be inferred.

“hey, what’s up?” Stretch said brightly.

“my bro called,” Red said bluntly, and Stretch’s feeble hopes deflated like yesterday’s party balloon. So much for discretion.

“i can explain,” Stretch blurted, “it wasn’t my idea, seriously, i was only—"

Red interrupted him with an amused snort. “easy, kid, don’t haul out your guilty conscience on my account. all he did was give me the gist of things, said you had yourself an unexpected adventure.” Red jerked his head towards the hallway. “g’wan, string bean, you can use my bathroom. take a shower and cool off.”

A cool shower pouring down on his dirty, sweaty bones sounded like Eden itself right about now, apple not included.

“thanks,” Stretch said gratefully. He skirted around Red, who didn’t move, only squatted there like a grouchy stump in the middle of the doorway while Stretch squeezed around him. Must be tempering his kindness with a little extra asshole to keep things even.

On his way to showerland, Stretch took a quick detour to leave the book on the coffee table amidst the clutter. Maybe he could ask Red about it, get the cliff notes version.

The shower in the downstairs bathroom was stuck with the same crappy water heater as upstairs, not that it mattered since Stretch was about ready to cuddle with an iceberg to cool off. Added bonus, the showerhead was a lot better and it managed to crank the feeble water pressure up to its max. There was a cheap plastic stool sitting in the tub, way too short for Stretch. He sat on it anyway, knees almost up to his chin as the cool water poured down on him and washed away the sweat and filth.

He was shivering a little by the time he was done, dragging a ratty towel over his dripping bones. The pile of his clothes was missing and there a new folded bundle sitting on the closed toilet lid. He must’ve been out of it more than he thought, he’d never even heard Red coming in. Unless laundry fairies were a thing and wasn’t that idea a lot more pertinent than it was yesterday.

Stretch picked up the bundle and part of it fell on the floor. Pajama pants, luckily not a pair of Red’s although it might’ve been hilarious to see Stretch wandering around like a scrawny hulk who sprouted upward out of his clothes instead of sideways. They were red plaid flannel and worn to the stage of being shiny at the knees and elbows. Probably an old pair of Edge’s, the fit was pretty close and not too many Humans wore their waistband quite as skinny as a guy without a waist.

(he was not getting a cheap thrill out of wearing a pair of Edge’s pajamas, no matter what his libido was trying to tell him)

He wandered out into Red’s living room, still squeegeeing his skull dry with the damp towel, and saw the sofa was made up with some blankets and a pillow, the television remote set helpfully in reach.

“you done?” Red’s voice echoed up from the store and his peculiar gait made its way down the hallway until he appeared again in the doorway. “then lay down and turn on the boob tube, zone out awhile. you’ll feel better.”

“what did your brother tell you?” Stretch asked. Not that he wasn’t willing to do what he was told. The couch was saggy in the middle, but the blankets were clean and smelling of laundry detergent. They felt blissfully cozy after the cold shower.

“said you met edgar allen,” Red said. “under less than stellar circumstances, i’m guessin’, since i don’t think ya got an invite for a meet and greet with the local scarecrow.”

This time his shiver had nothing to do with the temperature. Edgar Allen was an okay guy, (guy?) but Stretch was still on the fence about the corn’s attitude problems. “not exactly, no. thanks for the heads up, by the way.”

Red tilted his skull to one side, baffled, “heads up about what?”

“i dunno,” Stretch leaned up on an elbow to see him better and hopefully increase the effect of his dirty look, “maybe when you’re warning me off from the local landmarks, you could’ve touch on that fact that a stroll through the fields might involve the corn trying to hold me as a captive audience?”

“naaah,” Red scoffed. Stretch didn’t miss the way he absently started picking at his gold tooth; that was a nervous tell right there and maybe all this wasn’t just concern but dealing with a little guilt that Stretch’s latest town bonding experience was less than top notch. “that's why the damn scarecrow is there t'begin with. ‘sides, even without him you’d have gotten out before dark. anyway, never expected you to go tromping off into the corn in search of a maze, sorry i misgauged the direction of your dumbass.”

“no, i’m sorry, not your fault.” Stretch couldn’t hold back a yawn so wide it nearly split his skull, yeesh, it wasn’t even dinner time and he was ready to sleep for a week. The imaginary hamster running on the wheel in his head wasn’t quite as ready and it decided to race back to thoughts of Edge sitting in the library, alone. Researching he’d said, so intent on his books from the so-called restricted section, like a bargain basement Hogwarts. “hey, what does your brother do?”

“mostly he’s a pain in my ass.”

It was said with great feeling and Stretch snerked out a laugh. Yeah, kinda a universal trait with little brothers. “no, seriously, i mean, for a living, what does he do?”

Red shifted his feet, his cane scraping the floor. “why are ya askin’?”

“curious. bored,” Stretch shrugged, “take your pick.” He didn’t really want to explain to Red that his brother wasn’t just a sexy pair of legs in boots anymore, (but those hips would never be forgotten). He was interesting, no, fascinating. This whole town was turning out to be some kind of puzzle and it seemed to him that Edge might be a big piece. He’d said that figuring out Backwater was a fool’s errand, but he’d never met Stretch’s kind of fool before.

“kid—” Red sighed and that resigned tone snapped Stretch out of his whimsies. He cringed internally. What was he even trying to do here, he owed Red so much and not just for the job, and here he was digging for information about his bro after Red already warned him off, not once, but twice, so maybe what he was really digging was his own grave, if he didn’t knock it off.

“nevermind,” Stretch said hurriedly. “i shouldn’t’ve asked, none of my business, i get it.”

Red shook his head. “that ain’t it.”

Stretch tried on a little laugh, ha ha, see, it wasn’t that big a deal, right? “look, the state of your brother’s ass aside, i get it. that’s your little brother, and i didn’t forget what you said. we only bumped into each other at the library, i’m really not trying to get into his pants.”

He left off on making it a promise; he was telling the truth, but why take the chance on not keeping it.

He didn’t expected the hand that suddenly scruffed over his skull, like the noogies he used to give to Blue when he was little…well, okay, Blue was still little but noogieing was off the table since he’d started his guard training.

This wasn’t like that childish roughhousing, Red’s knuckles only scraped softly along his coronal sutures. “no, kid, you don’t get it. my bro can handle himself, it ain’t him i’m worried about. but you? don’t ya got the feeling you ain’t up to any new affairs of the soul right now? might want to take it easy awhile.”

That unexpectedly gruff kindness made tears sting in his sockets. Stretch guiltily leaned into that touch to absorb every drop, and how was it he could accept it from Red when he couldn’t take it from his own brother? “i don’t get you. you barely even know me. why are you so nice to me?”

Red huffed out a laugh. “you want i should be an asshole? okay, but i gotta warn ya, i’m a contender when it comes to dick moves.”

“thanks, but you can keep your dick in your pants.”

“your loss.”

“seriously, though, what i mean is. i just don’t get it. this place is so weird, but everyone is nice.” It didn’t exactly line up with Stretch’s view of the world. His brother was always nice sure and Snowdin hadn’t been too bad, if you didn’t count the fact that all his friends were from drinking his nights away at Muffet’s. The surface world ran about fifty-fifty with Monsters being on the kinder side of the scale…until he got dumped and found out he lost all his friends in the divorce, how was that for loyalty.

Red only chuckled. “now you’ve gone and cursed yourself. can’t say everyone is nice, you ain’t met everyone yet.”

That was true, fuck, he hoped the universe wasn’t listening and if it was, that it didn’t decide to drum up a little drama. “red?”

“yeah, kid?”

Stretch craned his head back on the pillow and met Red’s crimson gaze upside-down. “thank you for being nice.”

“don’t tell anyone. i’ll lose my resident asshole status.

“secret is safe with me, promise.” Stretch yawned again and the cow bell suddenly jangled loudly out front, startling them both.

Red shouted. “yeah, i’m coming!” He tossed over his shoulder back at Stretch, “take tomorrow off, sleep in, you ain’t had a day off since ya got here.”

“thanks, boss.”

Stretch started to settle in, nap ahoy, captain, hard to starboard and all that, and his eye lights snagged on the book. Shit, he forgot to ask Red about it. Probably didn’t matter, Red’s ingredient label kinda went equal parts of cryptic and cryptid, so he probably wasn’t gonna give the right answers even if Stretch figured out what to ask.

Wait.

If Red and Edge want to share the part of the local Obi-Wan with their mysterious ways, that was fine. He already had the perfect person lined up to ask about the town’s history. Well, part of a person, anyway, the most important part.

Plan formed, Stretch turned on the television and snuggled into the blankets, letting the dulcet tones of Pat Sajak lull him to sleep.

He didn’t dream.

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The next day, Stretch headed over to the theater bright and early, still munching on the muffin Red handed off to him as he settled on the stool for the day with his latest book, this one with a bare-chested pirate embracing a busty Human woman as the ocean sprayed up over the hull over them. Seemed to Stretch that would be less smokin’ sexytimes and more cold and wet, but what did he know, his closest encounter with the ocean was extra salt on his Applebee’s margarita.

“thanks, mom,” Stretch said as he took the little paper lunch bag Red held out to him. Red only grunted and didn’t look up from his book. In the midst of rummaging for his tasty free breakfast, Stretch hesitated at the front door.

He felt a little guilty even though Red was the one who told him to take the day. Before he started working at the store, was Red really sitting there all day long, twelve hours of a cash register and customers while he drank beer and soaked up a little romance language in the form of a cheap paperback?

Not that Stretch was judging, hell, if that made Red happy, more power to him. Still, there had to be more to his life than that, didn’t there? Maybe he’d see if Mitch sold sudoku pads at the gas station, pick him up one along with a six-pack. Hard to guess if they carried that kind of entertainment; Mitch was either some kind of crossword grand champion or the kind of guy who ate ketchup on his cheerios and Stretch still wasn’t sure which.

The first movie showing wasn’t for another hour, but Igor didn’t make a fuss when Stretch asked him if he could go sit down early. (and holy shit, the proprietor’s name was actually Igor? He wasn’t sure if the guy’s parents hated him or if the universe sense of irony rolled a natural D20 when it hit this town.)

Igor only grunted and handed over two cups of popcorn without being asked, handing back a crumpled dollar in change. Aww, Stretch had a usual, see, he was settling into town just fine, suck it, Edge.

(don’t think it, don’t think it, don’t think it…)

Stretch made his way to the theater to his regular seat, propping his sneakers up on the chair in front of him. The popcorn he set aside for now, it wasn’t exactly his idea of a breakfast treat and that muffin Red gave him was still settling into his magic. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if Doris could show up very long before the movie. He was no expert, but he did know that ghosts could have some peculiar rules about manifesting. Hopefully this wouldn’t mess with her morning routine, whatever it was.

He didn’t have to wait long. Maybe Doris could sense him or maybe she could just feel it when a living person came into the theater. She slowly came into focus next to him, pale ectoplasm coalescing, and the already cool air chilled even further.

Doris happily sniffed at her popcorn as she said, whispery soft, “Good morning, Stretch, you’re here very early.”

“yeah, took the day off work,” Stretch said. His voice sounded too loud in the empty theater, not even the elevator music was playing yet. “i need your help with something.”

He might as well have flipped Doris’s switch to ‘on’. She lit up, a smile curving her pretty mouth and seeming more solid than ever. The seat behind her was barely visible through her pale pink dress as she said eagerly, “Of course, anything that I can do.”

So that was how Stretch came to tell her the story about Edgar Allen. He didn’t leave out any details, including the bit about the kids shouting at him not to go in the field, the corn closing in around him in a dizzying maze of green, Edgar Allen’s assistance, and Edge’s cryptic warning that the scarecrow would disappear with the harvest.

Doris listened to it all raptly, her eyes wide and startlingly blue, and she never flickered once the entire time. The only unsettling sight was a single trickle of blood running down the side of her face, gathering in a heavy droplet on her chin.

“My, that sounds terrifying,” Doris breathed, unaware of the irony of her saying that while a slender thread of ghostly blood ran down her cheek. The droplet swelled fatly, growing until it finally fell with a plip onto her dress, leaving behind a perfectly round spot that would slowly vanish, only to be replaced by the next drop.

It didn’t really bother Stretch much anymore; he was getting used to it and an old memory of blood was nothing compared to his recent woes. “yeah, it was spooky all right.”

“But I’m not sure I can help you,” Doris continued sadly, “There wasn’t a scarecrow in my day, not that I remember. But the corn. Yes. That I recall.” She shivered delicately and her chair let out a strange groan of springs. “A person could get lost for days in the corn. I remember…” Her already faint voice went softer and Stretch strained to hear her, her gaze distant. “I remember one year at harvest time, they found a skeleton in the field, it was awful. Oh!” She gasped and pressed a gloved hand to her mouth, “I’m so sorry, it was a dead person, not a skeleton like you!”

“no offense taken,” Stretch assured her. He slouched down in his seat even more and waggled his feet, his untied shoelaces laces bobbing against the seatback “huh. so at least one person died out in the corn.”

“I’m afraid I don’t remember much about it,” Doris admitted. “whoever it was, they weren’t local.”

“uh huh.” An outsider, then, like him, getting munched up by the corn triffids. “who owns the corn fields, anyway?”

“I…” she hesitated, then apologetically. “I’m not sure. I don’t know if I’ve forgotten or if I never knew.”

Another mystery. If he was gonna play at Sherlock Holmes, he really needed to start taking notes. Maybe get a pipe.

“welp, either way, edgar allen bro out there saved my ass,” Stretch told her. He picked up a piece of popcorn and didn’t eat it, only crumpled it between his fingers and let the mangled bits fall to the floor, “and he’s gonna die come harvest time. i feel like i owe it to him to at least hear his story, you know? edge wouldn’t tell me much, just gave me that book and a scavenger hunt.”

“This Edge person doesn’t sound very nice,” Doris said disapprovingly. Her mouth pulled down into a frown that flashed briefly to a bloody smear. “Is he local?”

“kinda? he’s a monster like me, so he could only have been in town for a coupla years. since we came to the surface, anyway.”

Sudden relief washed over Doris’s pretty face. “He’s not a human, then.”

“nope, he’s another skeleton monster.” That seemed to satisfy her. Note to self, Doris wasn’t real keen on Humans, in a way that didn’t seem like it was only about the way they ran away when they got a good look at her. That mystery wasn’t all too mysterious, not with a big, bloody clue flickering in and out of view like a gory version of a kid’s flipbook. If that was a going away present from another Human, he didn’t blame her for being wary. He wondered if she’d met Edge before but Stretch hesitated to bring up that idea, or to mention Red; he didn’t want her to feel bad if she didn’t remember. “yep, another skeleton monster in town. he’s kinda rough around the edges, but he’s okay.”

“Okay, is that all?” Doris said with unexpected mischievousness, “he didn’t sound simply ‘okay’ when you were describing him.”

A blush flared hotly in his cheekbones and Stretch hunched down in his seat, weirdly embarrassed in a way he hadn’t been with Red. At least Red could see what he was staring at, Doris only had him waxing poetically about Edge’s hips to go by, and Shakespeare he wasn’t.

“yeah, yeah,” Stretch grumbled, and damn, he should’ve brought along his hoodie, at least he could’ve hidden from the laughter shining in her translucent eyes. She had a dimple in the cheek on her good side and it deepened as Stretch admitted, “could be that i enjoy the view. but that’s it, okay? just a little sightseeing, i don’t need any souvenirs.”

“Uh huh,” Doris clicked her tongue thoughtfully, “Stretch, my mama always told me you can’t hurry up a good time by waiting for it.”

Other people were starting to come into the theater now. One of them gave him a curious look, but they didn’t stop, only followed the others down to the front row.

“the only time i’m looking for is in the nick of,” Stretch sighed. “guess there’s no way around it, i’ll have to read the book.”

He should’ve known not to try to find an easy way out; seemed like all his shortcuts had abandoned him, lately.

Doris laid a hand on his arm and a sudden chill sank its teeth in deep enough for his bones to ache. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help,” Doris said softly.

“nah, you helped plenty,” Stretch told her. She had. Now he knew that scarecrows were slightly more recent, at least within the past century and that maybe the cornfield wasn’t quiet as safe as it’d been played off to be. At least a cornfield without Edgar Allen in it.

The lights started dimming, the first credits beginning to roll. His popcorn was cold, the butter congealing it into clumps of greasy blobs that stuck to his fingers. Stretch ate it anyway, hey, it cost him a dollar, and laughed with Doris as Buster Keaton escaped from a bumbling crowd of cops by grabbing onto a passing car.

His phone was in his pocket, tucked in deep and only lightly pressing against his femur through the thin cloth of his shorts. It vibrated once in a quick, staccato burst while the movie was playing but Stretch ignored it.

That was one lesson he’d learned very well while they still lived under the mountain; if you focused on the task at hand, you didn’t have to think about the ones you left behind.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #welcome to backwater

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baby-grayson · 4 years ago

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Sweet Enigma: Part 3

Word Count: 2716

Tags: @wheezeatmedolans @styles-dolan @prettyboydolan @evergreendolan @baby-turtles @dolanstacoma @kombuchagray @not-gbd @graysavant @someonetogray @dolansficsandpics @batgirl009 @voguekristens @letsgoget-high

The Thanksgiving after the summer they met, Kate went home to Philly to see her mother, grandmother, aunts, uncles, and cousins for the first time since she moved to California. She felt comforted by the warm aroma of pumpkin soup and the familiar sound of her family’s chatter. Her inner peace was disturbed when her young cousin Daisy, who was nearly twelve at the time, excitedly asked Kate if she had met a celebrity while in LA.

Kate stuttered. She grabbed her glass of cranberry juice and drank it, a little too willingly, as she tried to think of her answer. Her bottom jaw stammered against her top lip. In the months prior, she tried hard to push any images, memories, and thoughts of Grayson to the back corner of her mind. In that moment, a part of her wanted to scream to her family: to tell them every detail about how Grayson Dolan had single handedly caressed and destroyed her heart that summer.

Her top lip hit her bottom once with a smack. She looked Daisy in the eyes with a pointed look and told her cousin, matter of factly, “No. I have not met a single celebrity. Guess I’m not cool enough.”

***

Grayson’s tiny house sat nestled in a picturesque corner of the New Jersey woods. The A frame home looked like it had been stolen from the sketches in an aged copy of Grimm’s fairytales. The little cottage wore large windows on the front and back, situated on dark timber siding between two slanted roof pieces. The tiny home was one of Grayson’s most prized possessions: he designed it himself and built most of it with the help of his uncle Brian.

Upon entering the house, the front door was fixed between a door on the left, the coat closet, and a door on the right, the bathroom. A stairway sat against one of the slanted roof pieces, leading to a lofted bed. Beneath the stairway, the fridge, stove, sink, and counter were nestled across the hall from a square dining table, two chairs, and a small fireplace. At the very back of the house sat a two-seater sofa that Grayson built himself. The intimate interior smelled of cedarwood, cinnamon, and a hint of bergamot. When the fireplace was lit, the entire home was covered in a dim, golden light.

The tiny home was Grayson’s cozy, New Jersey get away from the LA experience. On that January morning, the home was Grayson’s only escape from the hurricane of commitment, emotions, and responsibilities he left brewing on the west coast.

If Kate wasn’t exhausted and spent from the overnight cross-country plane ride, she would have congratulated Grayson on the home and complimented his craftmanship. Instead, she dropped her backpacks with a sigh and leaned against the closet door.

Grayson dropped his own duffel bag on the dining table, one of the only surfaces in the small space and turned to look at her, “Tired?” When Kate nodded in response, Grayson felt a pang of guilt. Since he had busted through her laboratory door last night, he had not stopped feeling guilty for the positions he was putting her in. Grayson nodded toward the lofted bed, “Go sleep, I’ll make something for dinner.”

Kate shook her head, still leaning against the closet door. She fought to keep her eyes open, her body slowly slumping into the door frame as if it was a feather mattress, “This is your house,” her words nearly slurred, “You take the bed.”

Grayson ran a hand through his hair and waved the other in front of him at a slightly angle, “No,” his voice was light, “I dragged you along with me. The least I can do is—”

“You didn’t drag me anywhere,” Kate corrected, her tone laced with sass, “I’m here because I want to be here.”

Grayson exhaled and forced himself not to role his eyes, “Okay, so you’re my guest. And the least I can do is let you take the bed.” He turned slightly and pointed at the loveseat at the back of this house, “I’ll take the sofa tonight.” Kate weighed this option in her mind for a moment, her eyes shifting between Grayson, the couch, and the loft.

Before she could speak, Grayson started again, “Are you telling me you would prefer the cramped couch to a real person sized bed?”

Kate chuckled, her tired brain finally understanding what she was fighting for, “You’re right.” She exhaled and lifted a backpack over her arm. As she started up the stairs, Grayson’s phone began to ring.

He stared at it in his palm. He bit his lip, asking himself what the consequences would be of not answering it. He realized that running to his tiny home, did not mean running away from his problems. He held the phone to his ear, “Hello?”

Elizabeth Maddox’s voice met Grayson’s ears with the signature sound of the honey tongued Southern belle. Grayson’s previous conversations with Elizabeth, his would be mother-in-law, were all incredibly cordial and polite. Grayson would have thought the woman cold, if she wasn’t constantly undressing him with hungry eyes. Elizabeth’s long nails were almost always either wrapped around an ice-cold glass or pointed at someone who had done her wrong. “Oh, Grayson dear,” her accent was thick, “We need to chat about whatever this little…episode…is that you are dealing with.”

Grayson sucked in his top lip and rolled his eyes, grateful that she was not in the room to see his reaction, “I’m sorry for what happened Mrs. Maddox.”

Kate had just settled herself on the lofted bed when she heard his voice. Intrigued, she shuffled forward and sat at the end of the bed. The tiny home was tiny enough that she could listen to his conversation without trying, so she figured she should at least get comfy.

“Now Grayson, I told you to call me Elizabeth,” Grayson sat at the bottom of the stairs as she spoke, “But we really do need to talk.” Her voice was haughty and superior, “I think I have the advice you need to hear.”

Grayson nearly spat out a laugh, he wondered if his impish grin was noticeable through his words, “Oh really?” “It’s just cold feet Grayson,” Elizabeth spoke with confidence, “Everyone gets them.” Grayson raised an eyebrow from where he sat on the stairs, resting an arm on his knee as she continued, “Even Calvin did before he married me—he ran off with some stripper from Orlando before his best man knocked some sense into the old fool.” She adjusted the phone in her hand before continuing, “I know Sherry will forgive you darling, just like I forgave old Calvin back in the day: it’s what good wives do. And I know you are marrying Sherry because she’ll be a good wife,” Grayson felt a heat ignite in his neck. “You know she loves you Grayson, we all love you—I almost with we could stamp Maddox on your birth certificate, that’s how much we love you.”

Grayson’s blend of embarrassment, shame, and perturbation boiled over, he spoke sharply over her, “I appreciate your help, Elizabeth.” He pronounced the syllables of her name with specific enunciation, “Thanks for calling, we should talk soon” Without waiting for her response, he hung up the phone.

He exhaled and hung his head between his knees, disappointed in himself for not handling the phone call better—for not handing everything better. He heard a rustling noise and looked over his shoulder to find Kate settling down on the step behind him, one leg stretched around him and laying on his step. “Hey,” her voice was soft: comforting but shy.

He bit his lip, not facing her, “Hey.”

Kate’s eyes skirted around the scene, noticing how his hands went limp and his neck held tension. She lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s going to be okay.” Grayson turned his head to face her, meeting her eyes. He tightened his mouth, “You think so?” Kate nodded softly, “Yeah,” her voice was breathy, “Not right away. But it will be.” She thumbed his shoulder softly, drawing little circles. He kept her gaze, finding so much familiar comfort in her gold flecks.

Kate broke their silent first, “Did you really—” she cleared her throat, “Did you break up with her? Like actually?”

Grayson shook his head. Another pang of guilt shot through his body when he saw the disappointment hit Kate’s eyes. She stopped thumbing his shoulder, “I saw her,” he swallowed, “When I went to get my clothes from the house.” He exhaled in a low tone, “She’s upset.” Kate let out an egregious chuckle, “Yeah, I would be too.” Grayson gave her a flat look, not finding humor in the situation, “We’re not broken up—at least—I don’t think. She was still wearing her ring.” Kate nodded, sucking in her upper lip, “Tough.” Grayson nodded and exhaled. He shifted his body to lean against the wall, facing Kate from one side. They sat like that, a few inches away from being tangled up on the steps but far away from each other.

It was at that moment that Grayson realized he was not looking at the girl he met two and a half years ago. He was looking at a stranger who shared the same body with the Kate he knew, but who’s mind was decorated in new experiences and different emotions. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered if there was a maximum amount of guilt that could reside in a single human body.

He caught her eye as his hand landed on the back of his head, “That guy,” he started, “Back at your apartment. That’s your boyfriend,” he meant for it to be a question, but it sounded like a statement.

Kate nodded slowly, “Yeah, he is.” She bit the corner of her mouth and started exploring the tiny home with her eyes, “His name is Wesley,” she shifted on her step, “We met last summer.”

“He treats you well?” “Better than you ever did,” Kate’s eyes met Grayson’s as she formed a playful smirk. Grayson’s mouth fell slightly agape, he rolled his eyes when she started to chuckle. “I deserved that.” “No,” her tone became light, “You didn’t.” She rubbed a hand against his back, “I know better than to kick a man when he’s down.” She looked at her hand on the small of his back, something about it sent her mind ablaze with memories of his bare skin underneath her fingertips. She quickly retracted her hand and began to play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

“Is it serious?” Grayson felt his thoughts slip into treacherous territory, but decided it was better to face them in his current state than a day when he was in a better mood.

Kate took a deep breath, struggling to figure out an explanation for him. “You remember that time you said you loved me more than I loved you? Back in the day?” Grayson looked at her with a straight face, “I thought you weren’t going to kick me when I was down?” Kate chuckled, “I’m not.” She leaned back, “It’s like that, but real this time.” She gnawed at her lip, “I know he loves me, I just—” she signed, “I just don’t know if it’s a …forever kind of thing.” She let go of her shirt, “For me at least.”

Grayson nodded and leaned his head back against the wall, “I know the feeling.” Kate laughed and hit his shoulder playfully, “Stop it.”

Grayson shook his head, slightly satisfied that he had done one right thing that day: he made Kate laugh. He would have preferred if she hadn’t continued talking about her boyfriend.

“He just—” she reached for something invisible in the air, “he lives in such a happy world.” She said the words as if they were blasphemous. “And things aren’t always happy, you know? Well yeah, you know.” Grayson nodded beside her with a plain look on her face.

Kate continued, as if she was talking to herself, “If you’re with someone, you should be able to share the good and bad with them. Right? I shouldn’t ask you.” Grayson shot her a flat look while she continued, “Sorry, you’re down. But like—” she gnawed her lip, sinking her incisors into the corner of her mouth. She signed and looked at the ground. Her next words exploded out of her, as if saying them quickly made them any easier to say, “My mom’s sick—cancer—I—I don’t know what to do—But if I ask Wes---Well it’s all about probabilities and odds and she’ll be fine because she’s young and time is on her side but like—” her fasts words morphed into chokes from deep in her throat, “My mom has cancer. I’m sad. I need to be sad. And he can’t---he can’t let me be sad.”

Grayson placed a knowing hand on Kate’s knee and squeezed. He looked at her, meeting her eyes as tears formed in the corners, “I know.”

She gave him a weak smile. They stayed like that, draped across the stairs for the next half hour. They wallowed in the silence and sadness of their own lives: so different from the ethereal happiness they knew two and a half years prior. Something about the tight space of that A frame cottage emphasized that they were more distant than ever: two ships that had passed in the night only to weather their own personal storms.

Grayson’s stomach broke their moment, gurgling in an audible way. Kate raised her eyebrow, slightly impressed with his gut’s vigor. Grayson’s mouth fell into a flat line, “You didn’t sleep?” Kate shook her head plainly. Grayson exhaled and stood up from his step, “I’m going to make dinner.”

Kate held onto the railing and pulled herself up, denying his hand on her way up, “I’ll help you.”

Grayson kept his tiny home stocked with a few, essential non-perishables. Together, he and Kate forged a dinner of pasta, tomato sauce, and an assortment of canned vegetables. In the cramped kitchen space of the tiny home, Kate swayed around as she lithely stirred two pots of vegetables. Grayson’s hip brushed against hers as he started to drain pasta, shooting steam into the hair. Kate pulled her hair away from her face, peering over into the sink. Grayson breathed in to find himself sent back a different time and place. When her sweet, citrus scent met his nostrils, he stopped himself from giving an audible moan. He was grateful for the steamy air as he felt the blush hit his cheeks: her scent triggered his brain to replay a series of kisses where he remembered the precise feeling of her plump pink lips dancing on his. He had to make a mental note to remain calm during their dinner, trying not to let his own bodily functions and hormones defeat him in his emotionally desolate state.

A few miles away from Grayson’s tiny house, a man in a black hood sulked into the driver’s seat of his beat-up sedan. He opened the screen on his camera to smile, grinning madly at the clear images of run-away fiancé, Grayson Dolan, arriving at his New Jersey tiny home with a woman, who was most definitely not his betrothed. The internet had been up in a blaze since Grayson ran out on his own party: a few people thought he had actually gone missing, some thought this was the end of ‘Shayson’, and a small faction took his disappearance as evidence of the long standing rumor he was gay. The paparazzi smugly sneered at the images, wondering exactly how much he could sell them for.

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Something Just Like This - CH14

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

WC: 3672

A/N: Thank you all for the lovely feedback I get for this series. Thank you for reading and staying. It’ll be a while until I get to the end, just so you know. There might be bumps on the way. Some bigger, some smaller. Please stay safe and don’t forget to wash your hands!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean hears things.

He feels things.

There’s a movement that makes the mattress he lies on rock. There’s a sound of something. It gets brighter, he knows this, even if he has his eyes closed.

And yet, even though he hears and feels things so vividly, he can’t seem to be able to open his eyes. He doesn’t feel like he wants to, at all — feels too cozy in the warmth of the bed. A feeling he can’t really place, one he hasn’t felt for a really long time.

He pretends to still be sleeping. Like those times when Sam was in high school and he came home late. Dean was still awake but as soon as he heard the turning of keys in the lock, he slumped down on the sofa and pretended that he was sleeping, just because he didn't want Sam to know that he was worried sick and waited for Sam the whole night. He was just glad that Sam came back unscattered.

And that’s exactly what he’s doing now, he can feel the presence of someone else, can feel that someone’s moving around in the room he’s in but he’s just too lost in his own cozy cocoon.

He can hear a door closing in the distance, can hear someone walking around, hears water running, and he knows that he should be aware, maybe even frightened at the intruder who’s in his apartment, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care. It’s a weird and scary kind of satisfaction he feels. That’s what it is.

Dean wakes up a little more when he feels the mattress dipping and there’s someone nudging at his face, he opens his eyes but it’s way too bright so he closes them again. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air.

He feels someone moving beside him, someone nudging closer, a body cozying up to his, and there’s a soft giggle.

It takes him a while before he realizes where he is but when he does, the feeling of contentment almost suffocates him.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Y/N says, nosing at his scruff that’s now evidently even longer because he hasn’t trimmed in days, she kisses along his cheek, down his neck, and over his bare chest. His heart pumping away underneath her fingers and lips. He’s sure she must have been feeling it, too.

“No,” He mumbles, his voice scratchy, too deep, still full of sleep, feels the bass of his own voice rumble in his chest.

“Come on.”

She sounds whiny and Dean couldn’t help but smirk when he opens one of his eyes. He has to squint because of the bright light but makes out her face as she smiles at him. She kisses him again, the corner of his lips, his chin, his nose. Her breath smells minty, fresh and there’s a smell of coffee mixed into it. She must have been up for a while.

“What a wake up call,” He says and tightens his grip around her waist, pulls her closer, lets her bury her face into the crook of his neck. “Just a little while longer, okay?”

And it’s true. He could get used to being woken up like this.

Preferably every day.

She wraps her legs around his middle, he takes it as a yes. Her fingers trail along his bare chest and up his shoulder, stopping at the scar of a stray bullet that once grazed his skin. She lets her fingers dance along his bicep, there’s another scar too. He’s riddled with them. Too many to count or remember where he got it from. Sometimes he has a hard time distinguishing scars he got from his job with the ones he came home with from the war.

“War?” She asks, and there’s a crease between her eyebrows to which he lifts his head and kisses it away.

“Yeah,” He answers, even though it’s not the entire truth. Some of them are, yeah, but most of the scars on his body are not from war. She doesn’t need to know that because it doesn’t seem important to him. And that particular one she has her finger on, that’s not from war, he knows because it’s the most recent one, an ice pick from an angry dealer because Dean just put him out of business. The dealer paid for the mistake with his life with a bullet out of Cas’ gun.

He takes another look at her, the crease between her eyebrows is still there and he tucks some loose strand of her hair behind her ear, lets his finger skims along her face, she looks much better than yesterday. “How are you feeling? Still hurt?”

She shrugs. “I’ll survive.”

“Well, I would hope so,” He chuckles. He knows that she’s probably still hurt, she must be. But he also knows that she’s one tough cookie.

She sits up and reaches over to her bedside table to hand him a mug of steaming coffee. Heaving himself up, he rests his back against the headboard and takes the mug from her. “I don’t know how you drink it, but since I don’t have any milk and sugar left, black it is.”

“That’s perfect.” He blows the steam a way and takes a sip. It’s perfect. He likes to drink it hotter, too. “Same color as my heart. Black as coal.”

Y/N swats at his chest and Dean has to balance the mug as not to spill any coffee onto the bed. “Woah!”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He scoffs but feels his cheek heating up. He drinks the coffee, downs it in one go to hide the flush in his face.

Dean turns around and places the mug onto the table on his side of the bed. He could get up now, the only problem is that he doesn’t want to. So instead of getting up, he lies down again, cozying himself up in her bed. “What time is it?”

“It’s still early for you probably. 9AM. I just couldn’t sleep any longer.” She lies down with him and he spreads his arm for her to climb into. She comes in willingly, settles next to him, her arm drapes over his middle, her cheek on his chest.

It’s still damn early, Dean agrees. But weirdly…

...weirdly, he feels like he slept for at least ten hours.

He kisses her forehead, and she nudges closer so he rests his chin on the top of her head. “I didn’t have any nightmares,”

It’s a fact. He just realizes it now. It’s the second night without nightmares. Maybe the second night in what he thinks went on for years on end. He lost track already, can’t really tell when the last time was that he didn’t wake up with cold sweat and a beating heart.

“Do you usually?” Y/N asks, the tip of her finger paints figure eights on his chest.

“Yeah,” He sighs, “Every night.”

“The war.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, even though it’s not funny. “But with you, I don’t.”

She tilts her head, looks up at him like he’s shitting her and he chuckles, paints along her eyebrow with his thumb, massaging at the crease that’s showing right between her eyebrows, before he goes on, “Last time too, when I slept next to you, the nightmares, they were gone.” He takes a breath, feels his heart pumping faster again. “This is it, right? I found you and you found me.”

“I found you and you found me.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, wouldn’t know what to say to this, instead she buries her face into the crook of his neck and presses closer to him, hoping it's enough. Kind of hopes, he knows that she feels the same, it’s just a little more complicated for her and she buries her face even deeper, presses her lips to his skin. She doesn’t want him to see her guilt ridden face.

He’s stroking her back with one of his hands, his finger traveling over every bump of her spine, as if he wants to memorize it, memorize her, every bump of her body, every crease etched into her skin.

With his other hand, he blindly reaches for his phone that he carried and placed on the bedside table before he climbed into bed with her. She feels him thumbing through his messages, and knows for sure that there were some texts from Castiel because she peeked when he was still asleep.

She watches his face as he reads through the messages. Watches the long lashes when he blinks. Sees the freckles on his face, the crease of his dimples that are showing when he’s discontent or when he purses his lips. Knows so much of him already but it doesn’t seem like she knows him enough. After the texts, he went straight to his inbox. He has twenty-three unread texts and a dozen unread emails, she saw that.

Dean thumbs through the mails, scanning the names of the sender, only opening those mails he thinks are important to read right now. He did the same with his texts.

His fingers are still lazily stroking her, and every now and then he would absentmindedly kiss the top of her head. She has her eyes closed, listens to the beating of his heart. It feels good to lie like this. It strangely feels like home, something she never knew she missed.

“What time do you have to be at work?” He asks her but his voice is low, like he doesn’t know if she’s still awake and he doesn’t really want to wake her up.

“Seven.” She answers. It’s usually her shift because Ellen has grown comfortable with her closing up.

Dean places his phone back on the bedside table on his side of the bed and turns around abruptly, tackling her to climb on top of her. He pins both of her hands with only one of his to the mattress above her head, laughs at her because of the look of surprise on her face. He lowers himself, kisses her nose, her lip, her chin. He’s hard, she can feel that too. He dips his free hand underneath her shirt which she put back on after she got out of bed, skids his fingers up to her tits, twists at her nipple and makes her yelp up and then he laughs some more.

“Fuck, I wish I had more time to do all the things I wanna do to you.”

“What things?”

“Nasty things. Filthy things.” He chuckles and lowers his head to place kisses on her throat, sucks in a patch, draws blood to the surface of her skin.

He’s marking her up. And she doesn’t really mind.

“Why don’t you have time?”

He lets go of her throat long enough to answer her, “Gotta be at the bunker at ten. Cas called for a meeting.”

“The bunker?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at that.

He shrugs. “Yeah. A great one. It has a gym, gun rage, garage, kitchen, library, bedrooms, TV room, bathrooms, some more rooms and even a tub.”

His face lights up when he counts off the things he has in the bunker. Like he’s really really proud.

She wonders if they took Jo to the bunker. If Jo’s still alive or if they’ve already killed her off. It’s not her place to ask and she knows that too.

“Wow,” Y/N huffs out, “Is there anything you don’t have?”

“A pool.” The answer came out quick.

“Well, who needs a pool when you have a bunker, huh?” She jokes and in the next breath she goes, “Like really underneath the ground?”

Dean chuckles, “Yeah. I can show you around once.”

“What do you use it for? Like, why? Oh my god, you have a dungeon there, don’t you? A red room.”

He laughs, dropping his head on her shoulder, his breath warm against the crook of her neck.

“A dungeon, yeah. But it’s not a red room. I don’t even know what a red room is.”

He’s lying. She knows that he must know. She hasn’t read a single of those books but still she knows that it’s about a millionaire business man with a freaking sex dungeon of sorts?

Dean kisses her once, chaste, before he pushes himself up and starts to get dressed. “You gonna be okay?”

“Sure.” She says, pretending that she doesn’t mind that he leaves when in fact, she minds. A lot, actually. She’d love to spend the day with him. Maybe being lazy together, in bed. Or go on a walk, or fucking talk. She doesn’t know really. Just… something.

She walks him to the door and he bends down, places his hand on the back of her neck before he kisses her.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She still can’t hide that she’s disappointed. “When?”

“I’ll pick you up. Take you home.” He says in a kind of a sexy voice that makes the hair on her back stand up, his arms sneaking around her waist as he takes a step towards her and pulls her close, her chest flat against his.

“Yeah?”

He lowers his face, kisses her cheek. “Yeah.”

“And then?”

“We play with the pussy.” Dean laughs like he just made the best joke in the world, the crinkles around his eyes deepening, and she rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, that was funny!”

“Sure.”

“And I wanna play with yours.”

Her cheeks feel hot all of a sudden. Last night’s memories are flashing behind her eyes.

She looks up to meet his eyes, sending him an amused look. “Will you let me play with your cock?”

“Christ, Y/N!” He hisses and she laughs at that.

“Hey, it’d only be fair.”

He places both his hands on her ass, drags her closer and grinds against her, makes her feel his boner and shit, it’s really really big. “Now I can’t think of anything else and will have to sit through a meeting with a boner. Thanks to you.” Dean whispers grumpily.

“You’re welcome,” She winks and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

Dean left with a bruising kiss. She’s grown to like his kisses. They always start tantalizing slow but the pace and heat picks up soon, and he sucks and nibbles at her lips, making her shiver and leaves her wanting more. He’s a damn good kisser and that’s not really fair.

She goes back to bed, clasps her hands over her face, the heat in her cheeks almost unbearable.

This is it, isn’t it? He picks her of all people. And while he could have anyone, he wants her. She can’t help but feel guilty about it, but also she’s selfish, because she wants that too. She wants him.

Y/N thinks about when the last time was that she felt what she feels now. Thinks about her last relationship, not that there were many. She can count them off on three fingers. There was Brad who took her virginity. And she let him because she was curious and just wanted to get it over with. After all, she agrees that virginity is just a social construct, plus, she didn’t want to be the last one to go to college with her v-card on display. She never thought Brad would stay with her afterwards but they really had a great Summer together, until they parted for different colleges. She still thinks of him every now and then, they keep in touch, too. There are obligatory emails and texts for Birthdays and Christmas.

There were Michael and Cain later on but she barely remembers them because it’s so long ago and she doesn’t think the relationship was a fun one. Michael didn’t see her as his equal and Cain liked to keep tap on her and was very jealous. He turned into stalking and that’s the story of why she moved away from where she was before. And she’s glad that there's no way for him to find out her whereabouts when she’s undercover.

She’s yet to find out how Dean ticks but from what she gathered, he quite sees her as his equal but also someone he has to take care of (which she sometimes really doesn’t mind because she thinks that Dean needs this. Needs to be able to take care of someone).

Oh my god, Dean.

She turns and buries her face in the pillow. There’s still traces of him left. She inhales, closes her eyes.

Fuck.

She’s really fucked. She shouldn’t but all the fibers in her body wants.

Dean drives to the bunker in a hurry. The meeting was a lie. Of course it was. He really didn’t want to lie to her but he couldn’t tell her the truth either. Not yet. Cas only told him that he has to take on the shift as everyone seems to be occupied. But the boner is a real thing and fuck, he really can’t wait to see her tonight.

He arrives when Bobby is about to head out.

“Did she talk?” He asks the old man.

“Not a word. At least not the things you’d want to hear.” Bobby places a hand on his shoulder in passing.

“Dammit,” Dean huffs out.

“You gonna be okay? Rufus is going to come over but he can’t make it before noon.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, “That’s alright.”

Bobby nods and makes his way up the stairs when Dean turns around to call up to Bobby. “Thanks, you know.. For the food.”

“Anytime, son.” Bobby has a smile on his face, the man likes to talk about his food. “She’s a lovely young lady.”

“Yeah,” Dean replicates the smile. “She is.”

“Take good care of her.”

“I try.”

When the door closes, Dean walks down to the dungeon. He wonders if he needs to fix Jo something up for breakfast but seeing that Bobby was here, Dean’s sure that Bobby won’t let anyone go hungry anyway. Not even Jo.

He steps into the room, closes the door behind him before he takes a look at the girl on the chair. Jo still has that mad look in her eyes.

Dean takes off his hoodie, drapes it over the chair and pulls the chair close to Jo. Not too close, because he knows that she can spit quite far, but close enough. Her hands are bound onto the arms of the chair.

Jo’s eyes are fixed on his crotch. What is it with women. Every time he wears sweatpants nobody even looks him in his eyes. He knows how women who are objectified on a regular basis feel now.

“My eyes are up here, Jo.” He says calmly and takes a seat.

She chuckles darkly, her head’s a little tilted downwards but her eyes are looking up at him. “You’re half hard. Is it because of me?”

Dean snorts. “You probably wish, Jo.”

“I mean, I can help out.” She shrugs, her lips curve into a playful smile but then her face settles into something else. Something Dean hasn't seen for a long time. Something that resembles the old Jo. “You were with her, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” He says, smiles a little and can’t help it because he always smiles when he thinks of Y/N.

“What is it about her?”

“She’s not you.” Dean shrugs.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

He doesn’t know why Jo starts to chuckle but this time it isn’t dark. It sounds kind of genuine and he wonders if that’s it. If this is the moment Jo comes back to her fucking senses.

And then Jo adds, “No, really, why her?”

He takes a moment to think. Yeah, it’s a legitimate question. Why her of all people when he could have anyone? “I don’t know. I think that there are people out there who will fuel the fire inside of you, you know? Who will push you and better you. She’s doing exactly that.”

“You love her?”

“I don’t know,” He threads his hand through his hair, “It’s still new.”

“You do, because that’s how you are.” Jo says then when her chuckle dies down.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s sad that everyone knows you better than you know yourself, Dean, isn’t it?”

Dean raises his eyebrow, not really getting it.

“You love her. You don’t know it yet but you do.” Jo huffs out. Her lips curve into a playful smile.

“Love is so rare.” He says, knowing that it is.

“When you love, you love. You wouldn’t go through all this if you don’t love her. We all know that. And your love, Dean, has always been unconditional. It’s rare, you know? So, love is not rare. Your love is.”

“I don’t understand.”

Jo sighs, “Oh my god, you can be glad that you look as good as you do. What do you mean you don’t understand?” Jo rolls her eyes and he knows that if she could, she would gesture wildly with her hands. “You don’t know any other love than unconditional, is what I’m saying. John? Mary? Sam? Those are the only ones you ever did love. And it’s unconditional. They could do no wrong in your eyes.”

Dean’s crease between his eyebrows deepens.

Jo chuckles and goes on. “Remember when Sam totalled your first car? Or when John neglected you guys and dropped you off at my mom’s? You were annoyed, yes, but nothing could make you unlove them. Not even the shit that they both threw at you afterwards.”

Dean’s exhales. “Aaaand that’s enough story time for today. It’s too early for me to wrap my head around this shit.”

He stands up, grabs his hoodie and walks out without looking at Jo.

Walking along the corridor he thinks he needs a drink but he decides to take a shower instead. He meets Crowley later, needs a clear head to talk things through.

CH15

#something just like this #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #mobster!dean #nathalie writes

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 4 years ago

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Broken Pieces

Request: Could you, um, do a small fluff piece with H.R... um, one where the reader has had a hard day and nearly broke down into tears. Oh... um also with hot chocolate and cozy comfort blanket snuggles?? Please?

Pairing: H.R Wells x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Anxiety, crying

A/N: I changed the prompt a little, nonnie, so the reader did break down in tears. It fit better, so I hope that’s okay!

The crash of the mug cracking on the floor echoed through the kitchen, the sound deafening in the silence. You stared down at the broken pieces, fingers still flexing around the empty space where it should’ve been held. You’d just wanted to make a drink. You were exhausted and at your limit, and hot chocolate always made you feel better. You couldn’t even have that it seemed. The mug itself hadn’t been a special one, just the first clean one you’d laid hands on, but the sight of it shattered over the kitchen tiles was enough to make the last thread holding you together snap.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, dripping off and splashing to the floor amongst the debris. Shoulders shaking, you stood there and sobbed.

"Y/N?" H.R's voice suddenly filled the room, followed by the sound of his boots on the tile, rushing over to you. "Are you hurt?" He sounded so worried. It only made you sob harder, the guilt creeping in over scaring him.

Unable to find words, you just shook your head.

"Okay, okay, good. Come here." H.R was gently guiding you away from the mess, pulling you back a few steps before engulfing you in his arms. You sank into the embrace, hands coming around to clutch at the soft grey sweater as you cried into his shoulder. "I've got you, baby bean, let it out."

H.R held you until your sobs had turned into quiet sniffles and there was a damp patch on his sweater. With gentle fingers under your chin, he tilted your head. "Will you tell me what caused this?" He asked, brushing away the tears that remained on your cheeks.

"I don't…I'm just…" You stumbled over your words, fighting to find the right ones to fully articulate what you wanted to say.

"It's okay," H.R soothed, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, "take your time."

You nodded, leaning into the touch. You took a breath. "There's so much going on recently and I haven't been sleeping, and today was just so long, it took forever to get everything done, and there's still so much more to do on Monday, I can't even begin to list it all. I'm...I'm tired and I'm stressed and…I guess dropping the mug just pushed me off the edge."

H.R listened and kissed your forehead once you were done. “Thank you.”

You couldn’t do much more than hum and melt into his gentleness. Just having H.R near you was already making you feel better, his steady hands and the smell of his cologne slowly easing the tension away.

Eventually, he pulled back, hands on your shoulders. “Will you do something for me?” He waited for your nod, before continuing, “Go and take a shower. A long, hot one, just how you like it.”

“But the mess-”

“I’ll take care of it.” H.R said, eyes soft. “And I want you to take care of yourself.”

“Okay.”

He beamed. “That’s my baby bean!” A quick kiss to the lips and H.R was shooing you off towards the bathroom.

The water was steaming hot by the time you stepped under it, groaning softly as it hit your stiff muscles, already working its magic. It was heaven. Leaning forward against the wall you let the water cascade down and over your back, enjoying the warmth of it until you mustered up the energy to finally wash away the day.

By the time you were done, though still exhausted, you did feel a world better. Wrapped in a fluffy towel, you stepped out into the bedroom to find a pair of your favorite pajamas laid out waiting for you. You spared a moment to wonder how you’d gotten so insanely lucky to get a boyfriend as kind and caring as H.R, before quickly drying off and changing into the soft cozy set, listening to H.R move about and hum softly to himself just outside.

The living room had been transformed, you found. Blankets and pillows and been spread out and piled up in front of the sofa, expertly laid out for maximum comfort. H.R stood just beyond, now changed out of his usual stylish clothes into a pair of grey sweatpants, and tee that had a giant cartoon graphic of a coffee cup splayed across the front. It had been one of the first gifts you’d gotten him, intended to just be something silly and fun. He wore it as often as possible.

H.R rounded the sofa with a smile. “Feel better?”

“Much, thank you. And thank you for all this, coffee bean.”

H.R chuckled, kissing your forehead, “I’m not done yet, come on.” Taking your hands, he guided back around the sofa, motioning for you to settle down in the nest while he produced the butter-soft red blanket you adored so much. “I’ll be back.” Before you could question it, H.R vanished into the kitchen, reappearing a couple of minutes later with a steaming mug and a tablet tucked under his arm.

It took some careful moving to get him situated without spilling the contents, but soon you were both cuddled under the red blanket, with you tucked into his side and sipping at the delicious hot chocolate, he somehow always made it better, and H.R pulling up a book on the tablet.

It was perfect. You loved H.R’s reading voice, it was calm and soothing, and he’d picked a good book to read. One that had been on your list of favorites since you were young. It still astounded you how he’d learned so many tiny details about you, how he always wanted to learn more. One time when you’d questioned why he was so devoted to knowing everything there was to know, he’d said you were his favorite book to read and he intended on memorizing every word by heart.

Even now, months later, the memory had the heat creeping across your cheeks and made you want to bury your face in his neck.

H.R kept reading, continuing long after the hot chocolate was finished and the mug set aside, and into the later hours of the night. The only thing that changed was now that your drink was done, you were able to settle in even closer, to the point where you were half on his lap. Head resting on his chest, H.R held the tablet in one hand while the other came up to run through your hair, nails gently scratching along your scalp just the way you loved with each pass-through, leaving you to all but melt into him.

Only when the book was done did H.R stop, switching off the tablet, and tossing it behind him onto the sofa. “How’re you doing?”

“Mmm.”

H.R laughed softly, still playing with your hair. “That good, huh?”

“Yeah. That was perfect.”

“We can do it again over the weekend if you wish.”

The idea sounded like heaven. You wanted nothing more than to have a lazy weekend with H.R. “I can’t. There’s so much to do, I have to work.”

H.R tilted your head up. “You need to rest.”

“I can’t, the work-”

“Will the world end if you make it all wait until next week?”

“No, but-” A finger pressed over your lips, gently silencing you.

“No ‘buts’. You’re not responsible for fixing everything that is broken in this world, nor do you have to try to make everyone happy. It’s time to replenish, baby bean, and I’m going to make sure you take time for you.”

As easy-going as H.R usually was, you knew this time he wouldn’t accept any argument short of there being a legitimate emergency. In truth, you were glad of it. “Okay.”

“Good.” H.R drew you in for a kiss, palms covering your cheekbones. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You wondered if he truly knew just how much. You could never imagine being with anyone else now, never having felt this way with anyone before. You never could’ve been so yourself, so at ease, so vulnerable. You would’ve never let anyone else see you that way, even if you did feel a little guilty about laying such a burden on him. “Thank you for tonight, but I’m sorry it was up to you to pick up my broken pieces.”

H.R shook his head, bopping you lightly on the tip of the nose. “There is nothing to apologize for. That you allow me the privilege of trusting me enough to pick them up and put you back together again is the greatest honor I could ever ask for."

You weren't entirely sure what to say to that. So instead you kissed him again, pouring all the love and adoration you felt for him into it, keeping his face only a few inches away from yours even when it broke again.

"There it is," H.R said.

"What is?"

"The smile I've been searching for." He traced the curve of your lips with his finger as he spoke.

You hadn't realized you were smiling, but you were. For the first time since you'd dragged yourself in, you were smiling. Because of H.R. The best man in the multiverse. "How can I not smile when I'm with you? I'm the luckiest person in the world."

"I could argue that was me," he chuckled. "Maybe we're equally as lucky."

"I'll agree to that." Another kiss, this one with just the right amount of passion in it to make your stomach flip. Not tonight, but- "If I did try and sneak off to work tomorrow, what would you do?"

The smirk told you he knew exactly what you were saying. "Then, my baby bean, I'd have to cuff you to the bed."

"Now see, that's the problem, coffee bean. Now I'm going to have to make an escape attempt."

H.R dragged a finger along your cheek, sending goosebumps down your spine. "In that case, I'll make sure I'm ready."

"I can hardly wait."

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songofsoma · 4 years ago

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OTP QUESTION MEME

I was tagged by @knightava to do this :-)

tagging: @blightning @megan-the-canadian @fruitjuucy @aelwen @rosejellyy @ritsusohma @stella-minerva

CECILIA BECK X AVA DU MORTAIN [ art done by blightning ]

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Ava 100% — she’s the hot-headed one whereas Cecilia hardly ever raises her voice

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

I mean as a joke? Cecilia, but she never means it lol

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Neither, unless you count Ava continuously pulling away at first

Who trashes the house?

Cecilia, cleaning is not her forte. She’s so used to living alone so she gets to it when she gets to it

Do either of them get physical?

Physical?? Like fighting or sex? Fighting, no, unless they’re sparring. Sex, yes lol

How often do they argue/disagree?

Oh man, often. Ava is lucky her hair doesn’t grey because of Cecilia’s impulsive behavior, which is the subject of the majority of their arguments. That and Cecilia’s safety.

Who is the first to apologize?

Depends on what the argument was about. Usually, it’s Ava though.

SEX.

Who is on top? Who is on bottom?

Lmao Ava is a top, she gives me service top vibes. Cecilia is a bratty bottom <3

Any kinks?

Ava likes to be in control and Cecilia likes to be controlled in bed. They’re not above using restraints like handcuffs or silk ribbons, in fact, Cece really enjoys it.

Who has the strangest desires?

Definitely Cece, kinky bastard.

Who’s dominant in bed?

Ava, hands down. There’s only a handful of times Cecilia completely takes the lead.

Is head ever in the equation?

Always.

If so, who is better at performing it?

Cecilia until Ava gets back in the swing of things. She had a 900-year break on sex whereas Cecilia is sexually active...often.

Ever had sex in public?

Cecilia has with others but Ava hasn’t. The farthest Ava would go is probably car sex deep in the relationship.

Who moans the most?

Cecilia, Ava loves it.

Who leaves the most marks?

Ava does, she especially enjoys leaving many in places only the two of them will see.

Who is the more experienced of the two?

Cecilia, I say she’s a whore and I mean it.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Both, just depends on the day and what mood they’re in.

How long do they usually last?

I mean they’re gay women and then you have Ava’s seemingly endless stamina (poor cece)

Rough or soft?

Switches off, but usually it’s on the rougher side.

Is protection used?

When necessary

Does it ever get boring?

Ha, lmao, I doubt it.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Cecilia’s office, the car, maybe the training room.

FAMILY.

Do they plan on having children/or have children?

Absolutely not

If so, how many children do they want/have?

N/A

AFFECTION.

Who likes to cuddle?

Both, although Cecilia is definitely the one that is clingier and more touchy/affectionate.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Cecilia

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Honestly, Ava. She likes to always be touching Cecilia. You go 900 years being lonely, it can be hard to keep your hands to yourself. Cecilia loves it.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

A good couple of hours, Ava especially can’t sit still for super long.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

They enjoy sparring and reading together while drinking wine.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

In Cecilia’s bed or on the sofa with Cecilia in Ava’s lap.

SLEEPING.

Who snores?

Neither

If both do, who snores the loudest?

N/A

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

If Cecilia had it her way, they would. When Ava does sleep, they do.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

Snuggling, always. Ava is a Cece magnet whether she likes it or not. Although, I don’t think she would have it any other way.

What do they wear to bed?

Cece likes her lacey nightgowns and Ava’s t-shirts. Ava wears pajama pants and a t-shirt or tank top.

Are either of them insomniacs?

Does Ava count as one?

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

No.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Cece either snuggles into Ava’s side or is practically on top of her.

Who wakes up with bed hair?

Cecilia

Who wakes up first?

Ava, Cece is a heavy sleeper and often sleeps in when she can.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Ava :)

What is their favourite sleeping position?

Cecilia likes to be curled up on her side next to Ava and buried under blankets.

Do they set an alarm each night?

Cecilia does. Sometimes Ava is her alarm when they both have to work, but usually she just uses the one on her phone.

Who has nightmares?

They both do, but Cecilia’s tend to be worse from the recent trauma from Murphy.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

Nope

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Cecilia

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Cecilia, only because she snuggles up to Ava no matter where she moves to on the bed.

Who makes the bed?

Ava, Cecilia doesn’t care to.

What time is bed time?

On a good night, midnight, unless Cecilia is working late. Ava hardly ever sleeps so who knows.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

Nothing other than Cecilia’s skin routine. Sometimes she enjoys reading before bed.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Cecilia is always grumpy when she wakes up. She needs a solid twenty minutes before you mess with her.

WORK.

Who is the busiest?

Both

Who rakes in the highest income?

Ava probably, getting that good government money.

Are any of them unemployed?

Nope

Who takes the most sick days?

Cecilia since Ava doesn’t get sick.

What are their jobs?

Cecilia is the lead detective of Wayhaven and human liaison to the Agency.

Ava is the Commanding Agent of Unit Bravo of the Agency.

Who sucks up to their boss?

They both do. Ava does more though. Cecilia and the Captain just get along.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Cecilia, it drives Ava nuts.

Who stresses the most?

Ava probably, Cecilia jumping headfirst into everything and her lack of concern for her own safety stresses her out.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

They both enjoy their jobs.

Are they financially stable?

Yes!

HOME.

Who does the washing?

They do it whenever it needs done. Really it’s whoever gets to it first.

Who takes out the trash?

Both do

Who does the ironing?

Cecilia since she wears pressed pants and pretty blouses so she has to iron them to avoid wrinkles. She wouldn’t be caught dead in wrinkly clothes.

Who does the cooking?

Cecilia does. I KNOW in my heart Ava’s English ass cooks the blandest food LMAO

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Cece, not from cooking but more so forgetting she has a candle burning or something.

Who is messier?

Cece, but it’s not in a way that’s out of hand.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Cece.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

When she’s exhausted, Cece will leave her clothes on the floor at night and eventually pick them up.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

Ew? Neither.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Cecilia is horrible with losing things, especially keys.

Who answers the telephone?

They don’t share a cellphone.

Who mows the lawn?

You really think Cecilia is going to live in a house in the suburbs with a lawn to mow?

Who does the vacuuming?

Cecilia mostly

Who does the groceries?

Cecilia does, Ava tags along to carry the bags to show off how strong she is.

Who takes the longest to shower?

100% Cecilia. She likes to take her time, usually putting on her very own concert.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Cece. The struggles of being femme.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Is money a problem?

How many cars do they own?

Cece’s car. I know she has an old hatchback in canon but in my heart she has an old, red Subaru like the good lesbian she is.

What’s their song?

Hmmmmm You’re Gonna Miss Me by Connie Francis, Hold You in My Arms by Ray LaMontagne, and Lost Without You by Freya Ridings.

Do they live in the city or in the country?

I don’t know what you’d classify Wayhaven, but it’s a small town.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Cecilia rents her apartment whilst Ava lives in the Warehouse.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Very much so.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Cecilia spends her free time hanging out with Tina or Farah (her bffs) or working. Ava works and probably trains.

Where did they first meet?

Rebecca, Cece’s mom, introduces her to Unit Bravo.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Cecilia, she’s big on fashion and enjoys clothes.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Cece would, mostly with jewelry.

Any mental issues?

Nothing other than Cecilia’s anxiety.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

If Ava ever tripped in front of her, I think Cecilia would lose her mind laughing. Ava thinks it’s amusing when Cece trips when she knows she’s safe.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Neither of them.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Neither of them like to kill them. Cecilia mostly lets them be and Ava will put them outside.

Do they have any fears for their future?

Ava is constantly scared for Cecilia’s safety, and although she wouldn’t admit it, she’s frightened of being alone for another 900 years. Cecilia is terrified of losing Ava. There’s nothing she wants more than to spend eternity with Ava.

Their favourite place?

They enjoy spending time together in Cecilia’s apartment. It’s a place where they can be alone with no interruption.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Ava would surprise Cece

Who pays the bills?

They don’t share bills

Who’s the tallest?

Ava towers over Cece by 8 or 9 inches.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Oh, Cecilia. Ava is quick in the shower so Cecilia needs to plan accordingly. She enjoys jumping in the shower with her.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Cece likes to lounge in her underwear and a robe. Ava finds that out the hard way when popping in for a visit lmao

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Cecilia and it’s almost always songs that drive Ava nuts.

What do they tease each other about?

Ava knows how to get Cecilia flustered and does it every now and then by making an innocent enough move before dropping it altogether. Cecilia teases Ava for being grumpy and wound up so tight. Also her clothing choices.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Cecilia’s mortal enemies are Ava’s cargo pants.

Who crushed first?

I like to think they’re both romantics and follow the love at first sight trope. Cecilia was just more forward about her feelings.

Any alcohol or substance-related problems?

Nope

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

It’s happened once or twice to Cecilia after a night with Tina.

Who swears the most?

Ava doesn’t swear really, Cecilia thinks it’s spices conversations up.

#thank you for tagging me bby #i got through two and a half episodes of SVU doing this lmao #ava x cecilia #ava du mortain #oc: cecilia beck #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven #twc

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