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dilfartist · 2 years

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Jojo’s reaction to Insecure Chubby reader saying “I’m not pretty.”

A/n: I think some of these characters are ooc. Especially Giorno. Anyway enjoy!

Jonathan joestar

You weren’t very confident when it came to your appearance. How could you be when everyone around you teased you for your weight. You didn’t fit London’s beauty standards; people would remind you of this constantly. The last time you confessed to a man, he laughed in your face and insulted your image. It wounded your self-confidence greatly. You’ve stopped trying to find someone to love you: you’re too scared you’ll be bombarded with taunts again. You've given up on love entirely.

Your friends, on the other hand, tried desperately to find you a man. They were already married and felt that you were lonely without a partner. During your weekly hangouts, they mentioned a ball hosted at the Joestar mansion. They suggested you accompany them to the party to find a partner. Though you had no desire to go to the ball, They managed to convince you to come with promises of fun.

They took you out to shops to purchase a dress for the night. They lent you the money needed to buy a gown. Each dress you tried on only seemed to fill you with insecurity. It wasn't the gowns you had chosen, no, they were beautiful. The only imperfection you saw in the mirror was yourself. Looking around, you could hear the giggles and feel judging glances from the other women in the store. Were they laughing at you? Did you look that bad? Nevertheless, your friends managed to persuade you to buy the dress.

The night of the ball, you attempted to keep a low profile by standing In the corner of the ballroom. You dismissed your friends chastising about standing in the corner. You already knew no one wanted to dance with you, so why try? Halfway through the party, you found a comfortable chair near a window and sat down, admiring the Joestar gardens.

Suddenly your attention is caught by the sound of a group of women calling out to someone. They are greeting a man named Jojo. Wait, Jojo? Oh, one of the sons of the man who organized the ball. Jonathan Joestar. You watched as the women surrounded Jonathan, complimenting him and giving him all their attention, making many men angry. Jonathan was very popular among the ladies: you've heard women gushing over him countless times. You understood the hype. Jonathan was not only a very handsome man but a gentleman at heart.

Classical music began to play, interrupting the women. The women around Jonathan attempted to dance with him, but other men whisked them away before they could ask. You turned to appreciate the garden once again. However, you had the abrupt urge to turn to look at Jonathan again. Your eyes widen. Jonathan is looking at you with a smile, one of your friends is beside him pointing at you and whispering. You watch in horror as Jonathan inches closer to you with each stride he takes.

“Excuse me, Milady, would you care for a dance?”

You've lost your voice resulting in you nodding in response. For once, you feel eyes on you because of jealousy. Dancing with Jonathan is an experience, yet you find yourself becoming upset. Jonathan catches the change in your mood, “what's the matter, are you not enjoying yourself?” he asks softly. “No, I'm enjoying myself,” you reply, “It's just, well, I don't want you to force yourself to dance because you pity me.”

Jonathan gives you a look of utter confusion. “Pity? Why would I be pitying you?”

You glanced at the ground, “I'm not...as pretty as the other women attending. They all have slimmer figures than I do. Which is the reason no man had asked me to dance. You must have felt terrible for me.”

“Nonsense, who would fill your head with such lies?! You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on.”

Jonathan’s voice was soft, yet you could still hear the anger in his tone. You felt flustered. Jonathan was genuinely angered by the fact anyone would make you believe you weren't attractive.

You felt flustered. Jonathan was genuinely angered by the fact anyone would make you think you weren't beautiful. After the dance was over, Jonathan took you into the garden where you spent the rest of the party getting to know each other.

Joseph Joestar

Lisa Lisa let both the maids and her students have a day off. With both groups working so hard, Lisa Lisa thought it was only fair to let them have their fun. After all, today’s sun was unbearable. Even with the air conditioning on, you would still have sweat dripping off you like a popsicle melting. Caesar drove Lisa Lisa, Joseph, You, and Suzi Q to the beach for a day of relaxation.

Lisa Lisa found a less crowded spot near the ocean and right where the sun shined brightly. Joseph and Ceasar fought because Joseph thought it was funny to push caesar into the ocean while Caesar flirted with a couple of women. Lisa Lisa tanned, read a magazine, and drank red wine. That left you and Suzi Q.

Suzi Q looked away giggling from the boys fighting, “Even when we have a break, they still have time to fight.” She turned to you then paused, “Something wrong, Y/n?” She followed your eyes to Joseph eyeing a group of women in their bathing suits with a pervy smirk. You quietly mumbled to yourself “I wish Joseph looked at me like that. I don't even think he thinks I'm pretty.” you’ve had a crush on Joseph for a long time, yet you've never really seemed to interest him: well that's what you believed. Today you wore your maid outfit instead of a swimming suit because you hadn't had time to buy one. Suzi Q placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “He does, you just never catch him.” you let out a heavy sigh as a reply, “it seems to me, he's only into skinny women.”

Suzi Q desperately wanted to make you feel better. She looked around for anything to up your spirit, there she spotted a clothing shop. She smiled and tapped your shoulder, “Why don't we visit that shop over there, hm? I’m sure Joseph will be checking you out if you buy a swimsuit.” you thought about it for a minute, then looked back at Joseph talking with the girls, “let's do it!”

You excitedly enter the shop with Suzi Q. Immediately, Suzi Q rummages through beautiful racks of expensive swimsuits. She's going on about how pretty you’ll look in all of the swimsuits she picks. Meanwhile, you focused on the feeling of eyes on your back. You notice a group of women looking at you with disgusted faces. You were used to this by now, especially with all women's tv programs telling their viewers that plus-sized/chubby women would never find a husband, unlike skinny women. You made a face back and looked through swimwear with Suzi.

You found the cutest swimsuit/bikini/ burkini/swimwear and went to try it on in the dressing rooms. When you got it on your body, you instantly hated it. You felt so unconfident wearing it. Instead of continuing to shop for more, you bought the one you already chose not wanting to waste any more time on your day off.

When the two of you arrived back at the beach, you hid behind a near bar. You didn't want to be seen by Joseph. You watched from afar as Joseph and Caesar competed in volleyball competition. You take your eyes off them for a minute to order a nonalcoholic drink, you look back up and are confused.

“Let me guess what your thinking! “Wait a minute, where did Joseph go?” well I'm right here.” Joseph grins and flexes his muscles at the end of his sentence.

“Joseph.” you smile, “what are you doing over here?” Joseph smirks, “y’know I could ask the same, y/n. Today is a day when we are supposed to be spending time together. Why don’t you join me in the water before the sun sets?” you Instinctively pull at the towel hiding your body, “I would it's just...I’m not pretty in what I bought.”

Joseph’s smirk drops, “really? I think you’re too hard on yourself. Show me and I'll be the judge.” you reluctantly pull the towel off, presenting your swimwear and body to him. Joseph’s smirk returns. Joseph places a hand on his chin, “I don't understand how you find yourself unattractive, I'm extremely aroused by your looks, babe! I'm surprised you haven't caught me checking you out on other occasions.”

Joseph walked away leaving you stunned. He turned his head towards you before he was out of your vision, “Come on, let's play a game of volleyball! Whoever wins gets to decide where our first date will be.”

Jotaro Kujo

You’ve always had a crush on Jotaro Kujo. Ever since the trip to Egypt and getting to know Jotaro. You would never make it known to Jotaro. You were sure the last thing Jotaro wanted was his friend, who’s a girl, to have a crush on him after dealing with all the women who harassed him. Maybe he just wanted one woman to feel only platonic feelings for him. It had become hard for you during college since Jotaro offered you to stay with him in an apartment off campus.

You hoped by staying as far away from Jotaro as you could, you wouldn't let your feelings slip. To get away from Jotaro, you either went to the library or hung out with friends. On one particular day, you needed to study for an important upcoming test, so you went to the library.

While you studied, you were interrupted by a group of girls loudly whispering. Getting a glimpse of the group, you already knew these girls. They were the ones who followed Jotaro around. You hated them. You rolled your eyes and tried to get back to studying. The moment they mention Jotaro in their conversation, they caught your interest.

“You know what I overheard Jotaro saying?” one of the girls said, turning to the next page of her magazine. The other girls look at her with curiosity. “I heard Jotaro has a type!” the girls around started excitingly asking questions. “Apparently, His type is thin women or that's what I've heard. He isn't attracted to women with plump figures.”

You quietly scoff. You knew Jotaro didn't say that, she probably made it up. However, you couldn't stop the feeling of your growing sadness. Could it be true? Most men did prefer women with a slimmer body, did that include Jotaro as well? You close your library book and went to leave. You were surprised to see Jotaro waiting for you by a bookcase, watching you closely. Jotaro gestures for you to follow him.

You follow Jotaro out of the Library doors and into his car. “Why’d you come to the library?” you asked fastening your seatbelt. Jotaro starts his car by twisting the keys into the ignition, “I was picking up some take out for dinner and decided to pick you up as well. I don't want you walking home when it starts getting dark.” you thank him and the car ride home was silent.

For the ongoing days, you’d been gloomy. The thoughts of Jotaro simply not loving you because of your looks hurt you.

It was nighttime, and as usual, you were studying with the occasional breaks. This was your last break before finishing reviewing completely. You left your room and chose to unwind on the balcony for some fresh air.

You open the glass door that leads to the balcony, then walk over to the handrail. The atmosphere surrounding you is warm. It isn't too cold but it‘s not hot either. You enjoy the night sky filled with millions of shining stars and one full moon. The scenery is lovely. “Thought I'd find you out here.” a deep voice mumbles. Jotaro stands next to you, leaning against the handrail. The two of you stare at the sky, not saying a word. The silence is interrupted by Jotaro, “What's on your mind? You are not yourself.” the words are spoken in a gruff tone; many people would assume he was annoyed but being beside Jotaro for so long you knew this was his way of voicing his worry.

You realized if you dismissed his concerns it would lead you nowhere, so you needed to tell him or he wouldn't leave it alone. You sigh, pondering on ways to tell him how you felt. “You’ll think it's silly.” Jotaro turns to face you, his eyes scanning your expression, “I won't. Tell me.”

You figure you might as well tell him about everything you've kept hidden. If he's asking now and given you the perfect opportunity. You nervously start to talk, “Well, I've liked you for a long time Jotaro. I haven't told you because you might just want me to be a friend to you and I'm too scared of rejection. I’m not pretty because of my body and I don't think I have anything to offer to you. I thought if I just stayed away from you, hid my how I truly felt, my feelings would fade away fast. They haven't.” you couldn't look Jotaro in the eyes, looking anywhere else, afraid of his reaction.

A silence followed after your confession. You bit your lip cursing yourself, regretting your decision quickly.

“Y/n, look at me.” Jotaro softly spoke, convincing you to do as he instructed. Jotaro’s expression is soft and accompanied by a warm, rare smile. “Don't think that about yourself...” he pauses. He isn't a man of words, but he knew you needed solace. He just didn't know what he could say. “You look good to me, and that's all that matters because I...like you as well.”

That went better than you expected.

Josuke Higashikata

Today was Valentine’s day or more known as White day. A day when individuals either celebrated their love for their partner/s or confessed their feelings. You weren't too exhilarated about the day. Usually, on Valentine’s, you would observe as other girls have boys confess their love to them and give them gifts as an appreciation for what they received on Valentine's Day. You never really had the experience. You participated a couple of times, however, the boys never gave you anything in return, or they’d unhappily looked at you. You never really understood why boys didn't like you. You blamed it on many of your qualities, but you greatly inculpated your physique. You acknowledged the fact boys usually went for the skinny girls; It made you loathe your semblance.

As usual, you walked by a crowd of couples while dismissing the heartache you felt. It was the end of the school day, so you went to place your school shoes in your locker. You reached your locker, put in the lock code, then swung open the locker door. To your stupefaction, there was a pink note inside. Your heartbeat begins to increase. You slowly reach into the locker and pull out the pink piece of paper.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❤︎︎

Your cheeks flush. Was this real?! On cue, the bell rang to release all of the students in the building. You jump slightly. Curious about the person behind the note and the opportunity of hopefully finding a boyfriend, you left to the back of the building. With each step that made you closer to your destination, your mind raced with thoughts of who your admire could be. A goofy smile was plastered on your face when you arrived at the spot.

You examined the sight surrounding you. You stood where many dumped the school trash. The horrendous smell of trash was covered by the fragrance from the cherry trees encircling the area, making it tolerable to stand and wait. It wasn't the most romantic place, but you could care less. You waited a couple of minutes until you heard someone from behind you awkwardly clear their throat.

Behind you stood Josuke Higashikata, the most popular boy in your school. Seeing Josuke, you instantly apologized, “Oh, I'm sorry, Higashikata. I was told to meet someone here. If you want, I can move out of your way if you’re meeting someone too.” Josuke’s lips formed into a nervous smile, his cheeks flushing, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck, “Well, here I am.”

Josuke Higashikata, the boy who can have any girl he wants, the most handsome boy in the school, the hot delinquent that will beat the shit out of anyone who dares to mock his hairdo, the boy with a heart of gold, the boy you’ve been crushing on for a year; is the one who asked you to meet him at the back of the school. You can't even express your joy. Your cheeks are hot, your knees are wobbly, your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Josuke Higashkata likes you!?

Josuke bites his lip. You’re just blankly staring at him. Did you not like him? Were you unimpressed that he was the one who showed up? Were all those hours of practicing in the mirror, for this moment and what leads after, for nothing? Josuke nervously fumbles with something in his pocket, “I brought you something.” he places a baggie in the palm of your hands. You open the baggie taking out many lollipops: all are your favorite flavor. “Thanks...” you reply shyly. Josuke smiles, finally a positive response! “Do you know what the lollipops mean?”

Oh, right! There are different meanings to the candies given. You've forgotten which candies mean which.

You smile sheepishly, “I'm sorry, I've forgotten.” Josuke gives a reassuring smile, “that's alright! You’re a foreigner after all. Marshmallows mean I dislike you, Cookies mean let's Remain friends, and Hard candies mean I like you.”

“You like me?” you blurt out in astonishment. It was obvious from the start but hearing the words leaving Josuke’s lips was eye-opening.

“I mean, yeah! I've actually liked you for a long time and- why are you crying? Are you okay?”

You didn't notice the tears falling down your cheeks till Josuke pointed it out. You continue to cry, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment. Josuke started to apologize for making you cry, confused about what he did to cause this to occur. “It's not your fault Josuke.” you sniffle, wiping away your remaining tears. “I'm not used to anyone liking me. Let alone someone I've also liked for a long time. I’m not very pretty because of my weight-.”

Josuke cut you off before you could add on to your sentence, “Not pretty? What are you talking about? You're gorgeous! Plus, I'm more of a fan of chubby girls than skinny girls. If you ask me, you look cute!”

Josuke finds a napkin in one of his pockets, “here, use this. I keep a napkin for Okuyasu since he cries a lot. I swear he gets snot everywhere.” you both giggle.

In the end, you and Josuke go on a date. The date was perfect, you loved every second of it. On the way back to your home, Josuke and you planned the next date. Hopefully, you’d eventually become a couple. (spoiler: you do!)

Giorno Giovanna

The house phone rings, echoing throughout your home. You sigh; you had just sat down and now the phone rings. You lazily arise from the couch leisurely walking to the kitchen. You pick the phone up, placing it to your ear, “Hello?” you answer in an annoyed tone. The person on the other side of the line speaks almost immediately, “Hello, Y/n. I hope I'm not disturbing you.” Your attitude vanishes, replaced by a small smile. “No, not at all Giorno! I'm always happy to speak with you. It’s just that today hasn't been the best for me.”

“I’m sorry to hear. I was going to invite you over for dinner but it seems like you’d like to be left alone.” Dinner? With Giorno? “No, I’d love to come over! I don't think there is anything in my fridge anyway.” you open your fridge, confirming your suspicion. “Great! I’ll send a trusted friend to pick you up.” You can sense a smile on his face implied by the way he spoke.

Knowing Giorno he’d bring you to one of the fanciest restaurants in Italy. You searched through your closet for anything fancy for you to wear. During your hunt, you caught sight of a golden box In the back. You drag the box out and place it on your lap. Oh yeah, this was the box you found on your doorstep a couple of days ago. You had been too tired to open the box and stuffed it in the closet. Inside the box was a (dress/suit) in your favorite color; you recognized it from a window display you may have stared at for too long. You excitedly dressed till you were happy with your look.

After getting ready for the night, you step outside your home only to be greeted by the sight of an expensive limo in front of your house. The limousine’s front window rolls down and out pops a tan man dressed in a chauffeur outfit. “Yo, are you y/n?” you nod, “I'm Mista, m ‘here to pick ya up.” Mista exits the vehicle and opens the back door for you. You thank him and enter. During the drive to the restaurant, Mista made you comfortable enough to engage in small talk. The car ride wasn't awkward as you thought it would be. You couldn't stop laughing on the way to the restaurant because of Mista.

Mista pulls up to the entrance, bidding you goodbye with the tip of his hat. The car door next to you opens suddenly. “I’m so glad you could join me, y/n.” Giorno greets with a kind smile. Giorno is wearing a snow-white suit with golden ladybug pins, his hair is down instead of being braided as usual. He looked very handsome.

Giorno grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the restaurant. You were confused, why weren't you and Giorno sitting with the rest of the restaurant? “I pulled a few strings which earned us a private table.” Giorno must have caught onto your confusion with such a fast reply.

The scene in front of you was lovely. A small circle table, dressed with a red tablecloth, a candle burns in the center creating a candlelight dinner. Four candles surround the table adding light to the darkness. The smell of the briny ocean is delightful; you could never get tired of it. “I didn't know you were taking me on a date, Giorno. I thought we were going out to catch up.” you teased.

Giorno pulls out your chair like a gentleman, “We could always turn this into a date if that's what you’d like.” You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Giorno was never one to flirt, so what changed? “I wouldn't mind going on a date with you, Giorno. I’m sure you've had enough experience with other girls to make a date perfect.” It had officially become a date.

The date was near its end. You and Giorno were finishing up the night talking about each other's feelings. Who liked who first, what made you realize your feelings, thoughts on each other, etc.

“I’m surprised you actually like me, Giorno. I'm not used to anyone liking me,” you say twirling pasta onto your fork and then taking a bite. Giorno raises a brow, “what makes you think I'm the only one to have a crush on you?” You didn't see the need to lie to Giorno, so you told him the truth, “I, and many others, don't consider myself pretty. They only care for my looks, you on the other hand like me for my personality.”

Giorno’s natural expression turns into one of sympathy. Giorno reaches for your hand and stares deep into your eyes, “You’re beautiful in every way. You are attractive, trust me, I wouldn't lie to you.”

(I don't know how to end this one. The end.)

Jolyne Kujo

You’ve been Jolyne’s cellmate for a total of eight months. The both of you are close friends, even if you had a rough start. In the beginning, Jolyne was rude to you. You understood her reason for acting such a way; this was a prison. The majority of women here were not to be trusted. Since you were new, you were a target. A group of prisoners ganged up on you, harassing you for money. When you explained to them you had no money on you, they became violent. Before they could land a punch on you, Jolyne came to your rescue. She beat the group bloody till she was satisfied. Jolyne started to teach you what you needed to know In prison, commencing a friendship.

Right about now it's lights out. You’re bored in bed. You want to ask Jolyne if she's awake but you don't want to disturb her. You figure you might as well go to sleep- “Y/n, you up?” a familiar voice whispers. Nevermind. “Yeah,” you reply in a whisper as well. “Do you mind if I complain to you? You’re the only one I really trust to talk with.” You felt pride in the fact she trusted you. You climb out of bed and up the bunk bed ladder. “Sure, I don't mind.” Jolyne shifts to a sitting position creating more room for you.

She starts to vent about her father, and how he was never there for her growing up. Then the conversation changes. She speaks of the growing stress she feels building up every day. You listen until she's done with her rant. She appears happier getting her feelings off her chest. She smiles at you, “thanks for listening, Y/n. Before we go to bed or whatever, I have a question.” “what is it?” “What's on your mind? I know something is wrong.”

What's on your mind?

Recently you've felt insecure about your semblance. You overheard a couple of other inmates speaking about you. It wasn't hard to tell they spoke of you. They described every feature of you while spewing insults. If you thought them making fun of your features was hurtful, you wouldn't want to hear them speaking of your body.

You look down at you'd nails. A sigh escapes your lips, “It’s nothing Jolyne.” Jolyne frowns, “Y/n, you obviously have something important on your mind. Go ahead and tell me.”

You couldn't deny Jolyne with those puppy eyes she gave. “I overheard some girls making fun of my weight. I already know I'm not pretty, they didn't need to rudely remind me.”

Jolyne comes closer to you, “don’t say that! You’re hot as hell y/n! Those girls are just assholes.“

Your face heats up, “You’re too sweet, Jolyne.” you grin. “What I'm serious!” she pouts. “Matter of fact, why don't you describe them so I can have a chat with them.

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Fake Fiancée

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer is left waiting at a bar when he gets in some trouble, and meets a woman who offers to help him out in more ways than one.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, virgin!Spencer, car sex/exhibitionism, handjob, brief mention of edging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation kink, minor voyeurism kink, dirty talk (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 7k

MASTERLIST

NOTE: Hi, there!! Most of you have been extremely excited about this one since I shared the idea for it a few weeks ago, and so I’m glad to finally get to release it for you!! There’s a playlist here for you to check out if you’d like some ~vibes~ and over on @mercy-midnight I shared a few visual inspirations last night, so check them out if you want! Thank you for all your enthusiasm over this fic, I hope it lives up to your expectations!! 🥰

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I've always loved the rain.

And it was definitely going to rain soon. How soon, I wasn't entirely sure, but as I made my way into the bar, taking one final breath of fresh air before it would inevitably be taken over by alcohol, greasy food, and way too much cologne, I could smell it. Cool and fresh, waiting to serve as some type of fresh start, to wash away all the hard shit and give me a clean slate.

The gaudy ring on my finger was one of those hard things I wished I could wash away. At least, it had been for a long time. Patrick never asked for it back after he left, and I'd had every intention of pawning it off, but I started noticing—after a few nights out where I'd tried to get hammered and nailed—that it scared everybody off.

I guess no one wanted to fuck a married woman—and a drunk married woman at that. Even if she technically wasn't even married anymore. Which I found all particularly odd considering my experience with men in the past has proved to provide me with extremely low standards.

It'd turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though. Sure, it might have taken me longer to completely get over Patrick and the mess he left me, but rather than losing myself in the lonely company of strangers, I forced myself to reflect and move on, to take each day in stride and take time for myself. Could I have just taken the ring off and gotten laid? Absolutely. But being on my own like that was the wakeup call I didn't know I'd needed.

And now, almost a year later, the ring sat tucked away in my jewelry box until I wanted it— usually when I knew I was going to the bar with every intention of getting hammered and not nailed. There were the occasional persistent players, but they were few and far in between, and if all else failed I resorted to smiling sweetly at them and lying, saying my "husband" was a cop. That shut them up pretty quickly, and by that point I was ready to leave anyway.

Like I said, blessing in disguise.

After a long day at work being called in on a Saturday, a few drinks at Waterson's sounded like a perfect way to end the night. I'd gone home, showered, ate dinner, and got dressed before taking a walk down the block and crossing the near-packed parking lot. The air was quite muggy despite it only being around forty degrees, which was the first indicator of rain. The second was the smell, of course, which I'd always been fond of, and the cobbled pavement had some type of haze around it that served as the final confirmation of my theory.

Honestly, I was hoping to get caught in the rain on my way home. I couldn't tell you why, exactly, just that the idea of walking home in the rain gave me the most excitement I'd felt in a long time. Life was great at the moment, of course, but between work and my less than ideal commute there on the train every day, I think I was due for a little excitement.

That excitement, naturally, started once I opened the door to the bar, taking a step inside and quickly being smacked in the face with the smell of fried everything. A small smile crossed my lips as I went in further, jumbled conversations, glasses clinking, and music humming softly behind the sharp snaps of pool balls being shot forward with the cue completing the picture.

I walked up to the bar to find Carla standing behind it, and I smiled at her. "I didn't know you were working Saturday," I called to her as I approached.

The brunette looked over at me and beamed, her teeth as perfect as ever. "Y/N, I didn't know you came in on Saturdays! How've you been?"

I took a seat at one of the barstools, nodding as I set my wallet and my phone down. "Alright... Work's a bitch, of course, but when is it not?"

"Yeah, I hear that. There's only so much relentless flirting I can take." We shared a good laugh at that before she nodded. "What can I get you?"

"A beer?"

"You got it."

I turned around then, surveying tonight's crowd. Waterson's was decently sized— definitely not as big or popular as the other bars in the city, but it got enough traction on the weekends, and even on Tuesdays when they had open mics. As my eyes wandered, they passed over all kinds of people. Women in tight clothes and men all over them, large groups of friends over by the pool tables who were betting and yelling with large smiles on their faces, old men by themselves in some of the tucked away corners... Anyone you could think of, name it and they were there.

One scene in particular caught my eye, though, and I thought about leaving it alone, but my gut twisted when I noticed how obviously uncomfortable the person was and how there was no one around who seemed to care enough to say or do anything.

Sitting alone at a rather large table was a guy who... no offense to him or anything, but he didn't look like he belonged here, not alone anyway. With a formal button-down short sleeve, meek stature, and a pair of glasses sitting atop his nose, he was an easy target for the two men that were towering over him as he sat, eyes averting them while they conversed. It could have been nothing, but occasionally the man in the glasses would flinch or look around nervously like he was waiting to be rescued.

Not that I wanted to rescue anyone or anything tonight. But he reminded me of someone being stood up, and from experience I knew how embarrassing that was, especially in a space crowded with other people who could obviously see what was happening to you. I hated Patrick for standing me up time and time again, and it wasn't until this waitress once intervened and offered some advice that I started to understand just how fucked up it was. That didn't make it hurt any less, of course, when he inevitably said he was moving across the country and dropped divorce papers on my desk at work, but still... The talk gave me some clarity.

Whether or not this man was actually being stood up or not, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable, and I figured he could use some help.

And I had just the plan.

I watched the scene until Carla came back with my beer, at which point I turned to her with a smile and got money from my wallet.

"Hey, could I get another?"

***

"No, you specifically told me 8pm..."

"I'm pretty sure I told you 9..."

I sighed, glancing around briefly at everyone and everything around me before speaking again, almost yelling into the speaker over all the noise. "Maybe you meant 9, but you told me 8, so I'm here. Alone!"

"Hey, look, I'm sorry, Kid, alright? But we're not gonna be there until 9, so... keep yourself busy until then? Let loose, have a couple drinks..."

I could hear the smirk in Derek's voice just as easily as I could picture it in my head as I sighed out a, "Fine," and hung up. The whole situation significantly raised my blood pressure, not to mention my anxiety— It wasn't hard to see that I stood out here. Bars were most definitely not my scene, and the only reason I'd agreed to go in the first place was so that I could try something new. Expand my horizons, as Penelope had told me right before I caved and agreed to accompany her and Derek on their little outing. I'd even drove my car here, a move I rarely made, as a start.

But now I was sitting alone at a booth, a glass of water in front of me and this twisting sensation in my gut that usually came to me when I didn't know what was going to happen.

I leaned back in my seat and sighed, staring down the glass of water as my cellphone tumbled around between my hands. All I had to do was wait here for an hour and remind myself over and over that eventually I'd be with people that I knew, people that I felt comfortable around. Only an hour.

One hour...

One hour, one hour, one hour... It was a chant in my head that went through different pitches and speeds until it was interrupted by a loud, "Hey, you!"

It could have been for anyone, but it was right next to me, and I knew when I wasn't wanted somewhere.

Sure enough, I turned my head to see a rather large man, a football player-type if I had to guess, wearing a grey tee shirt that hugged every muscle. There was a beer in his hands, and someone next to him, another man slightly shorter but still definitely athletic, held what looked to be a glass of hard liquor. By the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were looking for a fight.

And it was also obvious that I was the easiest target in the whole bar.

One glance at the clock across the room and above their heads told me that I still had 54 minutes until my friends showed up, and that meat I'd either have to give these men whatever they wanted, tell them I was just about to leave, or attempt to pull the "I'm a Federal Agent" card, which I knew would probably get more laughs from them than a simple, "Sorry," and an exit.

I was about to run through every outcome of tonight's events in my head when the bigger guy spoke again, making me jump.

"Hey, m' talking to you!" He was drunk, most likely toeing the line between sobriety and a fist fight if I wasn't careful.

"I—Is there something you need?" I asked, hoping that if I could get this over with quickly, they'd leave me alone and maybe I could get out of here...

He mocked my voice in a way I'd heard more than once while growing up, and though I knew it was childish of him, saying more about him than me, the action got to me more than I cared to admit. Call it intuition, but when a nearly-drunk guy two times your size starts picking on you like a kid and you know he's just looking for a fight, the odds aren't very good when you're someone on the smaller side like me— Federal Agent or not. And he wasn't an unsub. He wasn't someone I could pick apart and just hand over to my team once I pushed back his defenses. If I picked this man apart, he'd likely throw a punch at my face.

Of course, I could get him arrested for assaulting a Federal Agent, but... Obviously I didn't want to get punched in the face.

As soon as his mumbled mockery of my words ended, he punctuated them with his own. "Yeah, I'm thinkin' I need you to find a new place to sulk. Go to the library or somethin'."

His friend laughed beside him like he'd just said the best comeback anyone's ever heard, and that alone almost made me laugh. Though, I knew that might have gotten me into more trouble.

Speaking of, I probably should have just got up to leave. That would have been the perfect time to say, "Okay," get up, and drive home. Sure, Penelope and Derek would have probably given me crap about chickening out, but I'd have avoided getting beat around or ridiculed further by these morons, so it was overall a win, right?

But my stupid mouth didn't agree with what my brain was thinking. "Oh, well, um... I'm waiting up for some friends, they should be here soon—"

"You have friends?" the other guy retorted before I could finish, and he looked proud of himself for it.

"Look, I don't care who you're waitin' on, pal, Right now you're alone, so I want y—"

I didn't see it coming. I couldn't have seen it from a mile away, never dreamed of anything like this happening in a million years. It was certainly not one of the possible outcomes to the night that I'd had in mind. And actually, even if I'd had any time to prepare for it, seeing the woman walk up to us with two beers in her hand and the biggest smile on her face, I still wouldn't have believed what was happening.

She blocked me from the men's line of sight, sitting herself promptly on my lap as she set the drinks down. "Hey, babe, I'm back with our drinks," she chirped, leaning forward and stopping just under my ear, whispering. "If you play along, I can get them to leave you alone..."

She didn't even give me any time to process, quickly pulling back, but not before kissing me firmly on the cheek, leaving my face in a warm flush as she turned back around to survey the men, who I'd quite frankly forgotten about once she pressed her soft lips to my skin and set her hands on my chest.

What the fu—

"Who're you talking with?"

Her voice was so... low and smooth, and it sent a flood of warmth throughout my whole body. If I could have bottled up her voice to drink, I would have. But instead, I settled for the beer she'd brought, grabbing it and chugging down four big gulps even though I hated it.

"You're with this... loser?" the bigger of the two men said, and truthfully it was the first time all night I'd well and truly felt inadequate in front of them. Sure, I knew I'd stood out, that physically I was weaker than them, but I also knew that deep down they were just drunks looking for a fight. I was better than that, regardless of whether or not they'd almost bullied me into leaving the bar.

I didn't have a problem with who I was, but when it came to women, I was pretty much a total wreck. I'd only ever kissed someone once, and much like back then, this woman was absolutely stunning and completely out of my league.

The man was right to be suspicious.

"Excuse me?" my savior retorted, standing up off my lap and removing herself from me completely. I exhaled, trying hard not to look like I was just as shocked as they were as she tore them a new one. "This loser happens to be my fiancée. And I'd watch what insults you're throwing around— You're the ones going around some bar picking on someone you don't know like you're middle schoolers. Now grow the fuck up and back off before I take your drinks and shove them so far up your asses you'll still be able to taste them."

Truthfully I was surprised when they didn't back down. The bigger guy scoffed, his eyes raking the woman up and down with a wicked glint in them. "Y'know, maybe if you ditched him and got fucked by a real man, you wouldn't be such a bitch."

And once again, I was stunned by her ability to quip back quicker than lightening. "Maybe if you weren't such a childish prick, you'd actually get fucked in the first place. Now back. The fuck. Off..."

While I should have been more grateful that her words got them to scoff and turn away, a small, absolutely random part of me wanted to hear her yell at them some more. The longer she did it, the warmer my body got, and the second I started to put together why that was, I chugged more of the beer that was currently resting in my shaky hand.

It was even worse when she turned around to face me again, her radiance and beauty intimidating me in an entirely different way than those men. She wore a simple black dress that complimented her figure extremely well, minimal makeup and jewelry, and her hair was pinned back, showing off her neck and collarbone.

If she hadn't just helped me out, with the way she was looking at me I probably would have wondered if she was... trying to pick me up.

The thought made me all warm again.

"Y—You didn't have to do—"

She stepped forward and sat on my lap again, and I swallowed hard, the beer almost slipping from my hand entirely. "Don't worry about it. You looked uncomfortable, and those boys were absolute meatheads. But they are still here, so we should probably keep up the act, huh?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Either way, I set the beer on the table, though my hand still kept it firmly in my grip as I looked down at the ring on her finger. "I—I wouldn't want to get you in trouble... with your husband..."

"Oh! Uh, funny story," she laughed, leaning in and running her hands over my shoulders, most likely to keep up the façade. "I'm not actually married. Or engaged. I um... I wear this to deter people from trying to take me home."

I actually laughed a little, though my stomach still flipped at her touch and her proximity. "And that... actually works?"

She laughed with me, bringing her hands up to cradle my face as she tilted her head and looked me over. Her pretty, pillow-y soft lips quirked into a smile before her eyes flitted up to mine. She looked like she was entranced, like she was in a dream, and honestly I felt the same way. Because there was no way in actual Hell this was a real thing that was happening to me, right?

"Not always," she answered in a whisper, her face inching closer to mine. She smelled a little like beer, but mostly some type of fruit, probably pear. I didn't eat pears, but maybe I should start...

A gentle tug at the roots of my hair pulled me out of my thoughts, a soft sigh escaping me at the sensation. The woman laughed, brushing her nose against mine for a moment before pulling away and grabbing her beer. "So, since we're engaged, I feel like I should know a little about you. At the very least, your name?"

"O—oh," I laughed nervously, swallowing as she sipped her beer. And I tried not to let it get to me, but the way her lips wrapped gently around the bottle had my mind going a mile a minute, laser focusing on one image in particular of those perfect lips wrapped around something else. I wondered if she could hear the longing in my voice when I whispered my name. "Spencer."

With the beer still in her hand, she lowered it and rested it on my knee as she smiled. "Mmm, and what's my last name going to be?"

The thought of actually marrying this woman infiltrated my thoughts as I answered, louder this time, "Reid."

See hummed again, using the hand that was currently massaging the back of my scalp to gently tug at my hair again. "Y/N Reid... I like the sound of that."

I do, too, is what I thought, and I almost said it, but she started talking again.

"So, Spencer, what do you do?"

I would have gone into my entire spiel, but she was so pretty, and so close, I didn't want to scare her off. So, I simply stated, "I work for the FBI..."

Her eyebrows raised, and I felt her hand slide down my neck and settle on my shoulder. "Really?"

"Y—Yeah, I'm a profiler. We aid law enforcement in catching serial killers."

"So, Agent Reid, huh? That's hot..."

I should have just left it alone, because it was common knowledge that if a woman has any reason to call you hot, you just let it happen, right?

Well, like I said, when it came to women I was a complete wreck.

"A—Actually it's Doctor... I, um... I have 3 PhDs."

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them, but the hunger in her eyes deepened and her free hand roamed my shoulder and the front of my chest as she scooted even closer, her mouth coming up right under my jaw. "Mmm, even hotter..."

This time I didn't hold back, my voice audibly whimpering as I sighed out a simple, "Oh..."

Y/N pressed a featherlight kiss to my neck before dragging her lips to my ear again. And I'd been so hyperaware of her proximity to my face that I hadn't even noticed she'd set her beer down and took that hand to rest firmly at my hip, her palm pressing into my lower stomach. I only felt it when that hand moved over, the tips of her fingers hovering just above the buckle of my belt.

"Tell me something, Doctor," she whispered just under my earlobe. I was nothing short of putty in her hands as my brain tried to focus on what she was saying over the more prominent desire to focus on the way she pressed her whole body into mine. She was everywhere, taking up every ounce of air that found its way into my lungs, and I'd never breathed in anything sweeter. "Are you saving yourself for marriage?"

I found the question odd at first, but remembering the circumstances of our fake situation, my body suddenly flared to life at her implications. "N—No..."

Her hips shifted against my lap, and I swear I could have fainted on the spot as she hummed in my ear, "Good."

***

I certainly didn't expect for the night to end the way it did.

I mean, I knew I was going to be wet when I got home, but damn. We hadn't even made it out of the bar before my panties were soaked through at the thought of fucking my fake fiancée. Who worked for the FBI and called himself Doctor...

Not to mention he was fucking dreamy as hell with those honey doe-eyes and pouty lips... And his hands? I had taken one look at the one tightly holding his beer bottle for dear life and instantly went white-hot with desire, visions of them disappearing inside of me swimming in my head.

And then he had to fucking whimper when I called him hot.

Yeah, I definitely didn't expect the night to go how it did, but I wasn't mad about it in the slightest.

After explaining to him that I'd walked, and that my house was only a few blocks away, we decided to just hop in his car. Though, by the time we got there, I think we were both so eager to "get to know each other a little better," as I'd said before we actually left, that we didn't even make it out of the parking space.

Spencer fumbled around with his keys for so long, and he kept dropping them, so I just said fuck it and kissed him when he came up the third time. The sound of his keys hitting the ground for a fourth time excited me almost as much as his the way his hands trembled as they rested on my forearms.

"Pull the seat back?" I mumbled against his mouth, sliding my hands down the sides of his face and over his shoulders.

He let out a strained, "Uh huh," and fumbled around with that too, his urgency and nerves all rolled into one adorable spectacle that had the pit of my stomach in desirable knots. The seat sprung backwards, and I laughed lowly as I climbed over the center console and right into his lap, my dress riding up incredibly high.

The way Spencer looked up at me then, his eyes just as pouty as his lips as they practically sparkled with adoration and need, gave me this feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time— something that filled my bloodstream with fire and made me feel... wanted.

And that's not to say I hadn't slept with people since my divorce, but every time it happened there was hardly any connection besides the obvious need to get off. Here, with Spencer, it was different. And realistically I knew it was most likely the fact that a beautiful woman came to his rescue and pretended to be engaged to him just to get some morons off his back, but... In his eyes I saw this vulnerability that I'd never gotten with another partner. He was open and willing to take advantage of our situation to the fullest extent, sure, but within that was a pure longing to be close to someone after going so long without that connection.

I knew that look so well because it was exactly how I felt. We wanted to have sex with each other, that much was obvious, but less so was the fact that we could feel each others' loneliness. It was a shared bond that ran deeper than sexual desire, and in his eyes in that moment, I knew he could see it in me.

"D—Do you know... what it's like to feel alone, even... when you know you really aren't?" he asked as though he was reading my mind. His voice was soft, so curious and hinted with a little sadness that it made me want to hold him tight and rock him to sleep more than anything.

Still, I nodded. "Mhm... After my husband left I haven't... really been the same. I act like it's okay, and I... I really am better now that he's gone, but I just... I've spent most of my life with him, and now it's like I don't know what's out there beyond... loneliness."

It wasn't the most sexy conversation in the world, but Spencer reached out, his hands less shaky, and ghosted them over my bare arms. He looked up at me with those pretty eyes and let out a relieved breath before he spoke. "I kinda know what you mean... Not to that extent, but... I get it."

Seeing that he was more comfortable with me, I leaned in closer, bringing my fingers to brush the underside of his jaw. "And that's why you make the perfect fiancée."

I felt the laugh leave his lips before I kissed him, soft and steady, and reassured that I was in this for as long as he wanted me to be. Obviously we weren't actually engaged, but the connection that came with a real engagement felt pretty damn close to what we had going on.

And he conveyed that in the way he kissed me back, stronger than he'd been before and most certainly more skilled than he'd let on. His tongue expertly caressed mine with just the right amount of pressure and precision, and it made it easy for me to fall into him. Over time we grew more hungry, but for the most part our dance of mouth and tongue was so slow and intense, it felt like we really had known each other forever.

Eventually though, I did feel him grow harder underneath me, and the feeling kickstarted this more primal urge that caused me to groan into his mouth and rock my hips forward. Spencer's hands rested firmly at my lower back the whole time, though when I moved, I could feel him tense a little, like now that it was actually starting to happen, he was suddenly nervous again. So I brought my hands around my back to grab his wrists, gently sliding them down over my ass as I pressed myself into him and nipped at his bottom lip.

"Mmm, your hands are so big," I purred as I kissed my way over his jaw. "They feel so good all over me..." He relaxed a bit at my reassurance, but I wanted to give him more. So I helped him slide his hands underneath my dress, feeling him shiver under me when I assisted him in squeezing them into my skin. "You can touch me however you like," I whispered into his ear. "I'm all yours, Doctor..."

He squeezed my ass then, of his own accord, and I hummed happily before kissing my way back to his mouth, running my hands through his hair.. "Just like that, baby, whatever you want..." He swallowed my words with his tongue, taking a deep breath and inhaling me like I was his only source of air. Respectfully, I gave it all to him, happy to be of service as long as he wanted me— and in that moment, I hoped it would be forever.

Maybe that was cheesy. But he was an excellent kisser... And I was sure there'd be something equally as excellent waiting for me once I got the clearance to get my hands down to his belt.

Thankfully, that clearance came pretty soon. I would have waited as long as he wanted to, but with the way his hips jolted upwards and the needy whine that erupted from his throat at the contact it provided, I knew now was the time.

So I smiled over his lips and then kissed his jaw again, one of my hands staying threaded in his hair while the other snaked down his chest and lower, undoing each button on his shirt as I went down... "Forgive me if I'm feeding into the stereotype by asking you this, Spencer," I said, leaving small bites on his neck in between words. "But have you ever done this before?"

His hands continued kneading my ass as he let out a shaky breath. "N—No. But I've um... I've p—practiced..."

"Hmm, how so?" I wondered, sucking a big hickey into his neck. Meanwhile my hand traced along the waistband of his pants, not quite dipping underneath but teasing the skin just above the material.

"U—Um, well... I regularly t—try to edge... myself, just... I—I want to last longer, and... And I thought it would help..."

God, the images of this man lounging in bed, training himself to last longer in the event that he had sex with someone? I groaned into his neck, taking the initiative to move my hand lower and gently palm him through his pants. "Fuck, that's so hot..."

"Re—really?"

"Mhmm... You really wanna make a girl feel good, huh?"

"Of course..."

"So eager to please?" I cooed, starting to undo his belt. He gripped my ass tighter like he was holding on for dear life, like he'd some how fall out of the car if he didn't hold on to me tight enough. The way his fingers dug into my skin brought me almost the same amount of joy as the sound he made when I finally snuck my hand down the front of his pants and pulled his dick out, gently stroking it and getting a feel for him. "Obedient?"

"Y—Yes, Y/N, please, oh God..." he jumbled out, his hips bucking into my hand. I sighed into his neck, kissing him again as my hand slowly jerked him off.

"Is this how slow you go?" I asked, making sure to memorize how every ridge of him caressed my hand. "Hmm, you wanna draw it out? Feel every ounce of pleasure as you possibly can before you come?"

He didn't answer so much as he let out a loud, whiny breath that sounded very much like a broken, "A-hh."

"I'm clean... On birth control, too... So what do you say we trade this hand in for something a little more... wet..."

Spencer grabbed my underwear then, pulling at the fabric and bucking his hips again. Taking it as a good sign, I adjusted myself so that I could slide them to the side and hover above him. Meanwhile I pecked at his lips and he did the same, meeting me with urgency and anticipation.

And when the head of his dick finally came in contact with my pussy, he threw his head back and exhaled, exposing his neck and the front of his chest, which was lightly glossed over with sweat already. The only source of light in the car came from the neon bar lights and one single streetlight outside, which gave us this dark, aesthetic lighting that only made what we were doing even hotter.

I sank slowly onto him, letting out the longest sigh of my life until he bottomed out in me. "You doin' alright, Doctor?" I asked, pulling his shirt open some more to get a better view of his skin.

He sat his head up a bit and looked at me, breathlessness in his eyes. "F—Fantastic. You f—eel so good..."

I ground my hips in slow circles, nodding down at him with a wicked grin. "Feeling's mutual, babe... You stretch me out so good... It's like we're a perfect match."

The moment I started lifting myself only to sit back down, Spencer shut his eyes, his hands roaming my ass and my thighs as I rode him. It looked like he was concentrating on lasting, and I was going to tell him not to worry about it, but then he opened his eyes and started to speak.

"Will, um... Will you be m—mean to me? Please?"

I halted my movements for a moment, taking in what he just said, but then it came to me immediately. And my discovery turned me on way more than I would have liked to admit.

So I grinned and circled my hips again, leaning forward to practically crawl up the front of his body. My hands tangled in his hair as I studied his face, which was ridden with worry and maybe regret at what he'd just confessed. But I kept circling my hips all the same, clenching myself around him as I spoke against his lips.

"Ohhh, did hearing me insult those guys in the bar turn you on?" I drawled, gently pecking his lips.

"Uh huh," he breathed in response.

I smiled, rocking my hips a little faster and feeling him start to relax again— The worries he had about his desires faded into nothing as I gave into them, feeding them with an open palm and embracing them with great pleasure. "I bet you just couldn't wait for me to take you outside and fuck you after that, huh? For me to treat you like a needy little slut..."

With every word and every quick rock of my hips, Spencer started to pick up his breathing. He leaned back completely and let me take care of him, gave me every green light, every go-ahead... I never got to be like this in bed before, and the fact that it came so naturally sparked this confidence within me that was hard to quell once it got going.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked him, picking up my pace and bouncing steadily back on his dick. "You were so desperate to get fucked, too, you couldn't even make it out of the parking lot before you gave into me... And now everyone in the bar could see us out here..."

He groaned out at that, his hands digging into the flesh of my thigh, which already burned from straddling him like this, but considering everything, a little burn never hurt anyone.

"Ohh, you like that too, huh? The thought of everyone seeing us?"

"Y—Yes... Y/N, yes... o—oh, fu..."

I took his face into my hands then, grabbing him by the chin and making him look at me. "And what about your friends, huh? What would they think if they showed up and saw their precious Doctor Reid getting fucked like the dirty little slut he is, huh?"

Even though his face was in my hands, he still managed to lean his head back with a loud groan. His hands were now sliding over to my waist, where my dress was bunched up. His nimble fingers slipped just under the fabric and explored the planes of my stomach as I continued riding him, and the feeling of it all coupled with the looks on his face and his reaction—verbal or otherwise—to my words grew the fire simmering in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't sure how mean to him I could be anymore now, though, considering we were both so close to finishing, and the closer I got the more it became harder to focus on stringing together the perfect words.

Still, I tried the best I could, because it was his first time, and it's what he deserved.

I leaned in and kissed his neck and collarbone, simultaneously riding and grinding for extra stimulation. "You're doing so well, Doctor... Taking this pussy like a good little whore..."

Okay, so it wasn't entirely mean, but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

Though, it seemed to have done the trick, because Spencer drove his hips up to meet mine, panting and whining out my name as his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with the most desperate look. I almost fell apart right there.

"That's it, baby, take it," I cooed, leaning over and kissing him. One of his hands came out from under my dress to rub tight circles into my clit with an expert thumb, and it started to break me down immediately. "Ohhh, I'm almost there, honey, just like that... Show me what a good little slut you are, baby, c'mon... Just like... that... Ohhh..."

I kissed him hard as I shook and clenched around him, holding still as he drilled his hips upwards into me. His thumb kept up at my clit until I was whimpering into his mouth, and then he just held it there, a few grunts of his own rumbling in his chest before he stilled and filled me with his warmth. I kissed him through it, gently swallowing all his whines and sighs as he gradually came down from his high.

Immediately after we both settled, with his dick still sheathed inside of me and my hands rubbing gently over the planes of his chest as we slowly and softly made out, the unmistakable sound of raindrops hitting glass covered us on all sides.

I pulled away from Spencer with a small smile, resting my head on his shoulder and looking off to the side, out the window at the sea of cars slowly getting covered up by a multitude of rain droplets. "I hope that was okay," I whispered against his skin, willing myself closer by draping an arm over his shoulder and using my hand to twirl some of his hair around my finger.

"That was more than okay," he responded contently. His chin rested on the top of my head and I snuggled closer into him. "Thank you, Y/N... For... For everything."

"It was my pleasure, Doctor."

We sat in comfortable near-silence for a while then, letting the rain tapping gently over the car be the steady sound that grounded us and washed away everything we had until there was a clean slate.

That was the one bad thing I found about the rain. I loved it, yes, for all its cleansing properties, and as I came into the bar tonight, I looked forward to them— to clearing my head with alcohol and a walk home in the rain.

But as I laid there, breathing in every ounce of Spencer Reid, I watched the rain roll down the windows and actually dreaded the moment it would stop.

"I wish it would rain forever," I sighed wistfully, playing with one of the buttons on Spencer's shirt.

He drew patterns into my leg all the same. "How come?"

"Because... I have to walk home. And the longer it rains, the longer I can stay here with you..."

He chuckled. "That's a nice sentiment, but you know I can drive you home, right?"

"Yeah, but... I really don't want this moment to end."

He was silent then, and for a while I thought maybe he was just going to leave it be. But then his soft voice broke through the rain and cut into me like a piece of glass. "You know you're gonna be okay, right?"

I broke away and looked up at him. "How do you mean?"

He sighed, thinking before continuing. "I mean... I'm guessing it's been rough since your husband left, and... being here with me has given you some companionship and comfort, but... Even after we part ways, you're going to be alright... It's still going to feel lonely, sure, but if there's anything I know for sure after tonight, it's that you're going to get through it just fine."

My heart swelled, though it still broke all the same. "How do you know?"

Spencer smiled, bringing a hand up to gently brush the side of my face. "Because you're my fiancée and I know you better than anyone."

As I laughed at the joke, he looked back at me with sparkles in his eyes. And then minutes later, I was haphazardly cleaning myself up in his passenger seat with a wet-nap that I'd kept tucked away in my wallet while he fumbled around for his keys.

Even as I stood on my porch that night, under the rain as I watched him drive away with the lingering buzz of our final goodbye kiss on my lips, I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

And I wondered if he would ever notice or do anything about the sparkly diamond ring I left behind, sitting beside him in my place— a reminder of our time together, the comfort he provided me with, and the clean slate that always inevitably came with the rain.

***

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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hi can I request a reaction with ateez? how would they back hug their s/o? can you please make it detailed and super fluffy 🥺 thank you

Ateez reaction: Back hugs with Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,2k+

➼ Warnings: none? Maybe pet names, neck / cheek kisses and playing with your tummy, idk. 💀 If there are any more, please let me know!

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for not posting in a longer time, my metal state gets worse from day to day but I will try and give my best to update more often now. Please motivate me by giving me some feedback! 🥴 Let me know if any of you wants to be in or excluded to my taglist!

➼ Taglist: @teeztheflag @darkstarlights

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Park Seonghwa

You two were out for a date. After finishing your dinner, both of you went out to the balcony of the noble restaurant you were eating at. You had a perfect view of the city, all the shining lights adding a magical feeling to it. Seonghwa was hugging you from behind, taking in the smell of your shampoo. „It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A smile creeped on your face. „It is. Thank you for bringing me here, Hwa.” Now he was the one smiling. „Of course, honey.” He now placed a few kisses on your cheek. It felt so good, you didn’t wanted this moment to end. „Thank you, Y/N.” You slightly turned your head in his direction, wondering what he could be thankful for. „For what?” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. „Thank you for being here with me. I’ve never been this happy before.” Your face lit up within a second, eyes shining bright. He’s so cute! „You have no idea how much I love you, Hwa.” Another smile creeped on his face. He was about to kiss you but got interrupted by one of the waiters. „Sir, I will leave the bill on the front desk at the entrance, if that’s ok?” Both of you turned around to face him, then quacking out into a laugher. The waiter seemed confused, so Seonghwa was fast to speak. „Yes, that’s totally fine, thank you.” The waiter gave you a quick nod and left. You looked at each other again, grinning. „He really ruined the moment, ha?” You nodded. „I thought this only happens in movies.”

Kim Hongjoong

A slow song was silently playing in the background. Hongjoong and you lightly swung from side to side, him pressing your back against his chest. It was late at night and you two were finally having a romantic date together. The atmosphere was so relaxing, neither of you wanting this moment to end. Hongjoongs head rested in the crook of your neck, him placing a few kisses on your soft skin every now and then. Now, an hour has passed yet you two didn’t move nor said anything. Honestly, you didn’t had to. You don’t know how but you two communicated through out your minds. Slowly, both of you got tiered. Hongjoong raised his head up and took your hand in his to pull you into your shared bedroom. You two laid down and stared at each other in the eyes. Oh, how you got lost in this this men’s eyes. But it was not only you, Joong felt the same way. He loved your eyes, it was one of his favorite things about you. Reaching up his hand to stroke your cheek, a smile appearing on your face, signaling him that you were thankful for that. Well, you were grateful for everything he has done for you, most importantly for having him in your live. Yet another time at this lovely evening, none of you had to open your mouths to let the other know how much you loved and appreciated each other.

Jeong Yunho

You felt how two arms clung around your waist, while you were washing the dishes. The person behind you then placed a kiss on top of your head and pulled you closer on his body, a smile taking place on your face. „What’s wrong puppy?” You knew that the tall male behind you blushed at that, this happening a lot of times now. „Nothing, I just missed your touch.” You pulled one of your eyebrows up. „Oh? We had a whole cuddle session just a few minutes ago.” Now a laugh left your mouth, Yunho joining you in the process. „That wasn’t enough, I need some more. Now please beautiful human creature, hurry up so I can cage you in my arms for the rest of our lives.” You felt how a bright smile was still plastered on his face, even after speaking. Shaking your head, you cleaned the last few dishes, before turning around and looking straight into the eyes of the smiling boy. Honestly, every time you were with Yunho, you were too happy. Of course you sometimes were scared for loving him so much but you knew that he would never hurt you. Yunho is some that makes sure to show his loved ones, how much he cares for them. He slowly got near your face, making you close your eyes and wait for the kiss to finally appear. When you didn’t felt his lips, you opened your eyes again and started to pout, knowing it was one of Yunhos weaknesses. So, the tall male couldn’t hold back and gave in. Taking your head in his hands, he gave you a long and loving kiss.

Kang Yeosang

After a long and exhausting day, you entered your shared apartment and made your way straight into the living room. Yeosang was laying on the couch, watching TV and eating some snacks. Both of you stared at each other without saying a word. Short after, Yeosang broke the silence. „Hey. Rough day?” You nodded your head. When he opened his arms, you jumped strait in them. Finally getting comfy, you asked if you two could watch a movie. You didn’t had to ask twice, Yeosang immediately opened Netflix and searched for a movie to watch. Once he found one, he got up to get some food. Once he returned, he pressed play and went back to his spot. He tucked you in between his arms and legs, your back pressing against his muscular body. He randomly started to play with the hem of your shirt, now a finger tracing up and down your belly. You lead yourself further into Yeosang and closed your eyes right after, not really caring about the movie anymore. It felt extremely comfortable to lay in his arms that you drifted off to sleep almost immediately. A low chuckle left him when he realized what has happened. „You are really too cute for you own good, Y/N.”

Choi San

You were running as fast as you could, your boyfriend not that far behind. All nine of you kept on shooting each other with water. It was Mingi who suggested to play this game. It was a hot summer day, so why not play around with water guns outside? „Hey, that’s not fair! You can’t protect each other!” Yelled Wooyoung, pointing at you two. „Leave us alone!” Did you yell back, while trying to splash him. He was mad because you escaped from everyone. San made a hand sign to the annoyed boy, no one really getting it except him of course. I guess it’s a Woosan thing... Anyways, Wooyoung seemed happy with whatever San was signaling him and kept on playing. At some point, your protector was nowhere to be found. You tried to look for him while you run away from the rest but then realized that not only he was missing but Woo too. „Oh no, this can’t mean something good...” You whisper to yourself. Out of nowhere, your boyfriend tightly grabbed you from behind. „Got you! Wooyoung, now!” You didn’t really made out on what was happening, you only saw how Wooyoung appeared from behind a tree next to you and aimed his water gun on you. „Goodbye, Y/N-ah.” With a grin, he splashed all of the water at you. Once he was done, San let go of you and gave his accomplices a high five. „San! What are you doing, I thought we are a team?!” You were kinda annoyed, both of them bursting out into laugher. You stormed off to the rest of the group, who seemed to have given up already. „What’s wrong Y/N?” Hongjoong noticed that your mood has fallen. „San ditched me for that brat.” Everyone busted out into laugher, you included. When the other two approached, you immediately stopped. Wooyoung stuck out his tongue, while San sat behind you and gave you a tight hug. „Don’t touch me cheater!” Again, everyone started laughing. „Come on, don’t be mad at me, baby. I will buy you some ice cream, okay?” A smirked appeared on your face. Revenge is sweet Sanie... „Guys! Free ice cream for everyone!”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, I can’t breathe.” You squeaked out while he tightly hugged you from behind. „I can’t help it, I just missed you so much!” You chuckled while rolling your eyes. „It’s been two hours since we last saw each other.” The boy looked at you with his cute googly eyes, mouth lightly agape. „So what? That’s two hours too much! This is absolutely not okay, so let me hug you please!” You gave in, knowing that he will either put on more pressure or start to cry and since you wanted neither of these things to happen, you kept quiet. You don’t really know how long it has been since you two stood outside the garden of your shared home but it was getting dark and the air started to cool off. „Mingi, can you let go now, please? I think that’s enough for today.” He snuggled himself closer on you, not letting go. „Just five more minutes, okay? I wanna enjoy sunset with you. Look, it’s so pretty!” A laugh left your mouth. He’s just too cute and pure for this world. You did watch, until the sun completely disappeared. When it was completely dark outsides, you forced the giant boy into your house, him still clinging on you. Once you reached your kitchen, you asked him to leave you alone so you could prepare dinner. „I don’t want to let go, Y/N. Please keep cuddling me! You’re so comfy!” You finally turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. „I promise I will cuddle you as much as you want once I finished cooking, okay? Now go and search for a movie that we can watch while eating, puppy.” You noticed the light tint of pink on his cheeks. Another one that gets flustered when being called pet names. Mingi obediently nodded his head and turned around to complete the task you gave him, patiently waiting for you to finish.

Jung Wooyoung

He was trying to teach you how to play a game on his ps4 and to his surprise, you were extremely good. „Whoa! How are you so good at this, Y/N?!” He asked surprised, raising his time a bit in the process. You turned your head around to wink at him, a smirk forming on your lips. You then payed your attention back on the TV and kept on playing. For the whole time, your boyfriend cheered for you. His arms were still tightly around you tho. At some point he leaned back, since you didn’t wanted to stop playing. Of course he pulled you down with him, you now laying on top him but still having a good view at the game. He started to get bored so he closed his eyes while softly stroking your belly. When he stopped, you looked back at him, finding him sleeping. You couldn’t help but smile at him. You finished the last round of the game and turned the TV off. Since you didn’t wanted to wake him up, you just snuggled yourself on Woo and pulled the blanket on your lap higher. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep but opened them again when you felt his hand caressed your head. You tried to look at him but he stopped you by pressing you head on his chest. „Sleep. It’s late and you promised that we will go to the amusement park tomorrow.” You scoffed with a smile on your face and gave him an okay. It didn’t take long until both of you fell asleep.

Choi Jongho

„I mean, I’ve putted so much effort in this! I really don’t know why it didn’t work out. This is so unfair, like I-“ „Pshh I know Y/N, I know. Clam down. It’s not worth it to get upset about this, things like that can happen but still you can be proud of yourself because it’s such a big step to even get it done so far. It might doesn’t look like the one you wanted to creat but it’s still extremely pretty. It’s just the left arm side that’s a bit messed up but nothing too tragic, so chill. You can only do a good job when you’re relaxed and free, so take a break, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, thank him by smiling. He then moved closer to you and hugged you from behind, the dress you were working on standing in front of you two. You worked so many hours on that dress, it costed you so much effort and yet you still messed up. It was only one damn cut. Jongho pulled you out of your working room, you still between his strong arms. „Put your shoes on. I think it’s better to go out for a walk, to get some fresh air.” You actually didn’t wanted to but I guess you have to because he sure won’t let go of you anytime soon. „Can you let go till I put them on then?” He smirkingly shook his head. „Nope, I won’t let go of you.” You rolled your eyes, trying to put your shoes on. Once you were done, the male grabbed your waist and legs, now carrying you out of your shared apartment. Oh this boy...

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archies-litterbox · 3 years

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Home

Summary: Some times when Douxie called the castle his home, and one time Merlin realized his son saw the castle as his home whether he was ready to process that or not (and he wasn’t).

Words: 2000

A/N: I got this done! I actually challenged myself by making sure each little segment of the fic was EXACTLY 500 words, and I had a lot of fun! hope you like it <3

[CW: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Nightmares (there’s way more softness in this than the CW makes it look I swear-)]

The typical chatter of the marketplace was overshadowed by Hisirdoux’s skipping steps, and those were overshadowed by the moppet humming a little tune to himself that Merlin couldn’t make sense of. It was one of many things about the little apprentice that didn’t exactly make sense, but when Merlin brought the boy along to finish an errand, what he truly dreaded was that the boy would be insufferable and get distracted at every turn. So, really, endearing -

- “Endearing to who?” Merlin asked in response to his own internal monologue, because the humming from the boy, a sure sign that his apprentice was content at the very least, was most certainly not endearing to him -

- So, really, definitely-not-endearing humming of silly, nonsensical tunes was a more-than-adequate alternative to that insufferability and distraction, Merlin was sure.

“Getting that potion ingredient was easier than I thought!” Hisirdoux said happily, the spring in his step ever-present, “The merchant wasn’t even cross with me, like usual - like when I come here by myself.”

“Have you considered,” Merlin started, “That she’d been cross because of your notorious slight-of-hand? And your pickpocketing and street tricks has rendered her wary of your possible antics?”

Hisirdoux shrugged, rubbed the back of his head in obvious sheepishness, and turned his gaze elsewhere, “Mayyyybe-”

His face lit up in excitement, his eyes widening as his mouth formed an “O” shape when he saw something off to the street’s side.

“Ooooh! Look!” He turned a little to the side, bringing his hands up as he started to wander to a stand selling some sweet treats, “They’re selling-”

Merlin put a hand on his shoulder to still the boy, who was already a handful without the added hyperactivity of sugar.

“Nothing of importance, Hisirdoux.”

He turned the boy forward again, put his hand on top of Hisirdoux’s head, and turned it forward again as well.

“Awwwh.” Hisirdoux whined.

“We have what we came down here for, and Wizards are many things, but they are not frivolous.” he said as he kept walking, a slightly-pouting moppet walking alongside him, “We’re heading straight back to the castle. There are better pastry bakers there, anyway.”

Hisirdoux’s disappointed pout left his face.

“Right, right.” he said, as if he were reminded of how happy he was just to be out here, on what he probably thought of as a beautiful day, although Merlin was rather impartial to the sunny weather.

“Let’s go home, Master!”

...Home?

Did he mean the castle?

Though he kept moving physically, putting one armor-plated foot in front of the other, Merlin’s mind froze as he looked down at the joyful, beaming moppet. To hear Hisirdoux refer to the castle as his home…

Well, Merlin knew he should have expected it at this point, considering the boy’s utter lack of a permanent roof over his head before, but he still didn’t know what to make of it, if there was anything to make of it.

So, he sighed.

“The castle isn’t that far away.”

The dark circles under the boy’s eyes looked darker in hue than usual today, but of course, that was only due to the contrast against the unusual paleness of his face. Said eyes looked up at Merlin with a rather lacking amount of cognizance as the Master Wizard stood over the moppet. Stripped of his bulky leather hooded vest in favor of keeping on only his trousers and tunic, so he didn’t overheat, Hisirdoux’s deep breaths through his mouth were only interrupted by a brief, pitiful sniffle of his nose.

“Mathter, ‘th thith… plague?” He was hoarse from coughing and nasally from his awful congestion. To this, Merlin only huffed - of course, leave it to his ever-dramatic apprentice to leap to the most dire conclusion possible, even though he couldn’t even rightly walk down to the throne room in this state.

“Not unless a rather nasty cold has become the new plague of Camelot.” he answered, “you should have come back sooner from your last errand, Hisirdoux, before it started to pour.”

Hisirdoux groaned, either out of his achy, miserable condition, or frustration with hearing the old man lecture him, or both.

“I know, I know-”

A wet cough cut him off, making him curl up before he flopped back down on the bed.

“Ugh, ithn’t there thome…” he swallowed, as if to clear his throat of sickly gunk as best he could without another hacking, “I dunno, “thickness begone-iuth” thpell, or thomething?”

“I won’t use magic to alleviate your sickness, if that’s what you’re implying.” Merlin denied, “Although unpleasant, your condition is far from serious, and your symptoms should alleviate in a few days, at the most. If I use magic on something so mere, your natural immune system will weaken, and a dependence on magic to maintain your health is dangerous, so-”

“But Mathter-”

“Don’t “But Mathter” me.”

Hisirdoux sighed, a shaky, ugly-sounding thing, too exhausted to even spare a laugh at how Merlin imitated him.

“Magic ithn’t a permithible shortcut…” he started, but he trailed off and punctuated the statement with another little sniffle.

It seemed, remarkably, Hisirdoux remembered a few of Merlin’s teachings, despite his low-grade fever.

Which reminded him…

The Master Wizard sighed and conjured a cold, damp rag, enchanted to not dry out or get tepid. Making sure it was properly folded, he laid it right onto Hisirdoux’s forehead.

“Oh, ‘th nithe…” he mumbled, “thank you…”

“Your plans for today are postponed, of course.” Merlin declared, “You’re to stay here and rest.”

“But-” Hisirdoux’s eyebrows furrowed, “I wath thupposed to go out and do that… that thing… and get the thing… from the plathe…”

Of course, it must have been harder for the boy to think sensibly and make sense than usual.

“And that will wait until your condition improves.” Merlin finalized, “Am I clear?”

Hisirdoux, resigned, nodded.

“Yeth, Mathter… thtaying home it ith, then.”

Before Merlin had anywhere near enough time to be surprised at that word, “home”, Hisirdoux fell right to sleep.

Merlin couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt like this before; when he couldn’t tell if he was more terrified or furious.

But he couldn’t be bothered to try to figure that out - not when, after hours of Hisirdoux being late coming back to the castle, a shoddily-written ransom note made its way to the desk of the Master Wizard’s study.

Thankfully, Hisirdoux’s familiar could trace it by it’s unpleasant scent. Merlin followed Archibald as the cat-dragon followed the scent trail to some disgusting hovel in a forest clearing, with some deplorable men hanging around it’s outside.

When Merlin laid eyes on them... he leveled them with any spells he could remember through his rage at them all; at their audacity.

Of course, it had been some incompetent group of bandits, but only a fool equated incompetency with harmlessness; just because these idiots didn’t know what they were doing didn’t mean that Hisirdoux was safe.

So, he shifted his focus on finding his apprentice, even if he had to reduce every board of this blasted cabin to splinters.

But it didn’t come to that; the second Merlin stepped in, he saw him.

Hisirdoux was curled up in a corner, sitting on his heels with his hands bound behind him, his arms bound steadfast to his torso, and a piece of cloth tied between his teeth. He was unharmed, but terrified.

Hisirdoux’s muffled cry that came out when he saw Merlin shattered the old man’s heart.

He never ran faster in his life.

A small, very precise blast from Archie made the bonds around Hisirdoux’s wrists and torso come loose, and when Merlin got to him, he pulled the cloth gag out as fast as he could without hurting him, letting it lay around his neck.

The instant his arms were fully free and Merlin was close enough, Hisirdoux hugged him, clinging to the Wizard for dear life and crying his heart out against his armored shoulder.

“Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”

Merlin felt Hisirdoux shake his head. He could tell he was swallowing to try to get some moisture back in his mouth. It had probably been dried out by that blasted gag, and who knew if they’d given him any water?

“No, just-” he gasped, “Scared.”

Those bandits would soon forget the very meaning of mercy.

For now, Merlin focused on rubbing soothing circles against the boy’s back, seeing that his ankles were bound. Merlin didn’t even notice before, and Hisirdoux was so hasty - so desperate for comfort that he didn’t even wait. He didn’t even seem to care.

Archie started cutting them loose.

“I-” Hisirdoux hiccuped, “I wanna go home.”

The shattered remnants of Merlin’s heart melted.

Home.

His son wanted to go home.

He sighed, moving one of his hands to cradle the back of the poor boy’s head, passing his fingers through his un-bunned hair.

“Please,” he whined, “take me home.”

Merlin nodded, the side of his head rubbing Hisirdoux’s.

“Right… right.”

It was long past nightfall, and the castle was quiet, so Merlin tried to tread the corridors lightly so his armored feet wouldn’t clank against the floor and wake anyone; the last thing he wanted was for any particular moppetish apprentices to stir.

That boy… he had already gone through so much he hadn’t deserved, and for what? To what end? Merlin presumed that before he’d found him in that alley, he’d been treated poorly for being not only a street rat, but a magical one at that. And now, even though he was the Wizard’s apprentice, that treatment hadn’t truly gone away; no, it only shifted onto new grounds: the grounds that... he was the Wizard’s apprentice. Now, much of the animosity sent his way was truly meant for Merlin; directing it at Hisirdoux merely amplified it. Strengthened the blow.

And that blow was strengthened today.

Merlin remembered the note’s creases under his fingertips as it trembled in his shaking hand; the door creaking open with a shriek in its hinges and showing Merlin his apprentice, bound and gagged and terrified in the corner of that hovel; Hisirdoux wailing against his shoulder; the trembling of his son in his arms. He remembered it all.

“Hisirdoux…”

He passed the sleeping boy’s door… and sensed magic from behind it. Unusual magic for this hour. In the little gap between the door and the floor, he could see the blue glow of his magic, too. Unmistakeable.

“...Hisirdoux?”’

He stopped at the door and pushed it open, only to be met with a fretful sight before him (not nearly as bad as the last time he’d pushed a door open to find Hisirdoux today, but it was rather close.)

The boy was thrashing in his sleep - tossing and turning in his blankets to the point where they’d started to tangle around him, which only made his obviously-nightmare-induced thrashing worse. Magic thrummed from his hands as he fought back against… something, and even Archibald, who had curled up on his abdomen to soothe him to sleep earlier tonight, couldn’t quell his night terror.

Merlin knelt down at the boy’s bedside and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly, “Hisirdoux!”

“N-no! Stop!” he pleaded, thrashing harder to get the hand off him, “Get away! Leave me ALONE! Let me GO!”

Merlin shook him harder.

“HISIRDOUX!” he shouted.

Finally, the boy’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped.

For a moment, he just breathed as lucidity seeped back into him. After realizing he was in the realm of the conscious, he put his hands to the sides of his head.

“Master…” he squeaked, “Where-”

“It’s alright, Hisirdoux. You’re safe.” he assured, “You’re home.”

Honestly, the words just slipped out, for Merlin, shocked by himself, doubted that he would have ever said them otherwise.

And with now-even-wider eyes, Hisirdoux looked just as shocked.

… Well, no good rescinding it now. How could he, really?

“You’re home.”

Hisirdoux nodded, a shaky smile on his face.

“...Home.”

#fic: home #my writing #mine #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #merlin #merlin ambrosius #wizard dad #tales of arcadia #toa #wizards #toa wizards #moppet!douxie #hurt/comfort

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triptuckers · 3 years

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The Necklace - Captain Rex

Request: no Pairing: Captain Rex x jedi!reader Summary: Five times you and Rex have given each other your necklace, and the one time you wear it for the last time Warnings: major character death!!, angst, mentions of serious injuries, burning, blood, bruises Word count: 3.2K A/N: I always wonder why do I do this to myself .. anyway, my brain made me write this and put it out there. I deeply apologise for this feel free to send me ur therapy bills TAG LIST (all star wars fics): @parker-natasha @romanoffstarkovs @just-deka

One.

It’s quiet in the Temple. You have to admit it’s rarely crowded in the halls. The Temple is quite a large building, and not nearly enough Jedi to fill it. And even if there were, at least half would be off fighting the war.

You’re grateful for the time you get to spend at the Temple. The long hallways always calm you down. No matter how long you had been away, it always felt good to come home to the Temple where you’d grown up.

It’s the place where you learned the ways of the force, where you’d spent hours reading everything you could find on the Jedi and their ways. You’d meditated in the gardens countless of times, and you’d found your family.

But most importantly, you met Rex.

He knew just as well as everyone else attachment was against the Jedi code. Still, you were pulled to one another by some sort of feeling you couldn’t explain. It made you want to spend every moment you got with him.

As your relationship blossomed, you knew you had to talk about the restrictions. You didn’t like it, but there were just some rules you had to follow, for both yours and Rex’ sake.

It didn’t stop you from occasionally sending a flirtatious wink his way, if only to watch his cheeks flush as he tried to remain focused on his tasks.

You were desperate for some kind of affection outside the safe walls of your quarters. When you were on a planet near the Outer Rim, and you waited as they refuelled your ship, you took the opportunity to check out the local market.

You found a beautiful, handcrafted silver necklace, and you just couldn’t leave it behind. When you got back to Coruscant, you showed the necklace to Rex, and you noticed how much he loved it.

When you wanted to give the necklace to him, he declined, saying it looked too good on you, that he couldn’t take it from you. So, you made a promise. The one wearing the necklace would give it to the one who wasn’t wearing it whenever they saw them, with the promise they’d be there to wear it again next time you’d meet.

Your walk around the Temple takes you through the silent halls. You don’t really notice where you’re going, your mind wandering off to other places. You turn a corner and see a door opening in the distance.

A few Jedi, Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda exit the room, followed by Rex and Cody. You smile at them and they all greet you as they go their separate ways.

Rex is deep in conversation with Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Cody, but briefly stops when you pass him. He takes the necklace off and gives it to you with a smile. You return the smile as you put it on, and Rex continues his conversation with the others while you continue your walk, the necklace bouncing against your chest with every step you take.

Two.

You’ve done it a thousand times before, but landing near a battle is still something that could get your anxiety up. That creeping fear that a well aimed blaster shot could take out your engines and send you to the ground a lot faster than you intended, would never ease.

You hold on tight as the ship starts its landing.

The 501st and the 212th were already on the scene, fighting for their lives. Everyone had thought that they would manage, but that was before the Separatists sent in reinforcements. Because you and your men were closest, you received an urgent comm from Anakin and didn’t hesitate before gathering all of your men and heading towards their position.

Once you’ve landed and everyone has left the ship, you start giving out orders. Even though you’re not near the heat of the battle, you have to yell to be heard over the shouts and blaster shots from others.

You send your men to the frontlines while you take your second in command to look for the other generals and commanders.

As you’re running through the chaos, you’re contacting Anakin. Luckily, he responds almost immediately.

‘We saw your ship!’ he says loudly. ‘We’re on the right side, near the trees!’

‘Copy!’ you shout in your comm and you wave your second din command over, making for the tree line in the distance. You glance at the troopers as you’re running, trying to find Rex. He might be next to Anakin and Ahsoka, waiting for you to arrive. But you know Rex, and it’s also very possible he’s in the front lines.

It takes shorter than you expected to cross the battlefield. When you make it to the trees, you quickly spot your fellow Jedi, and Rex and Cody along with them. Ahsoka is the first to notice you, and she waves at you as you’re running toward them.

You come to a halt in front of them, panting.

‘Thanks for coming so quickly.’ says Obi-Wan.

‘Yeah.’ you manage to say in between breaths. ‘What’s our status?’ you ask as you take off your necklace and blindly hand it to Rex, who is standing next to you.

‘We’re suffering a lot of casualties.’ says Ahsoka, not taking notice in you giving Rex the necklace.

‘You and your men are much needed.’ says Rex, and you turn to look at him. ‘We’re severely outnumbered.’ he says as he puts on the necklace.

‘We have a plan, though.’ says Anakin, and he starts explaining it.

Three.

It takes you a while to figure out what caused you to suddenly wake. You didn’t have any plans or meetings you had to attend to today, and you had planned on a relaxed morning of just staying in bed.

Your legs are tangled with Rex’, and one of his arms is swung across your stomach. Mornings like these are rare, and you wish you could stay like this forever.

No war, no pain or suffering, no Separatist this or Jedi business that. Just you and Rex, holding each other.

Occasionally, you hear soft snores coming from his side of the bed. You raise your hand to softly run it over his back. It’s only then, that you realise it isn’t his snores that woke you.

You comm is beeping furiously on the bedside table.

For one of the first times, you’re seriously considering just ignoring it. You didn’t have any plans today, you even declined Ahsoka’s offer of a training session, stating you needed your rest now that you didn’t have any formalities to attend. And with rest you meant staying in bed with Rex.

But what if it’s important? Says an annoying little voice in the back of your head.

You groan softly, reaching out to try and get a hold of your comm. You can’t reach it, but you also don’t dare to shift, scared of waking Rex. So instead, you use the Force and let your comm device land in the palm of your hand.

‘Yea?’ you say. It’s Anakin who answers.

‘Hey, Y/N, do you think you’ve got time to go over some maps with me? I’m assigned to traveling with Senator Amidala, she needs to go settle another trade incident. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but these maps sure do.’ he says.

‘Can’t Padmé go over those maps with you if she’s the going to the planet in the first place?’ you ask, not wanting to leave your comfortable and warm bed.

‘She’s on Naboo. I’m supposed to pick her up on the way there.’ answers Anakin.

‘Okay, fine. I’ll come see you at your quarters in a few minutes.’ you say.

‘Thanks!’ says Anakin.

You sigh and throw the comm device on the bed. You look to your side and see Rex is still asleep. It makes you chuckle. You could probably drop a bomb on the building, and the sound just wouldn’t wake him up.

You slowly untangle your legs from his and lift his arm so you can get up. You silently get dressed before hovering over his body.

Kisses are pressed to his cheeks, nose and forehead. Rex only shifts a bit, but doesn’t wake up. You take the necklace off and carefully place it around his neck. With one last kiss, you leave your quarters and head for Anakin’s.

Four.

You exhale sharply when you land on your back.

‘And that-’ says Ahsoka’s voice above you. ‘Is how you take someone out when you don’t have your lightsaber on you.’

A small round of applause comes from the younglings you’re teaching. Originally, they were Ahsoka’s class but she asked you to join her in some examples, and you agreed. Though she hadn’t told you just how many times she was going to throw you on the ground.

‘Impressive.’ you say as you take a hold of Ahsoka’s extended hand and allow her to pull you to your feet.

‘All right kids.’ you say to the small group of younglings in front of you. ‘You’ve seen how it works now. Pair up with someone else and go try it out yourselves.’

They all excitedly pair up and get to work. You smile as you watch them struggle, thinking back to your own training sessions as a youngling.

‘I’m pretty sure we weren’t that small when we were younglings.’ you say to Ahsoka. ‘You were.’ she says, making you raise your eyebrows at her. ‘I’m taller than you.’ you protest, making her laugh out loud.

You watch the younglings for a while, correcting them every now and then. They’re very good for kids their age, and you can tell they’re fast learnings. You’re wondering if one of them might become your padawan, and about all the things you could teach them.

Just as Ahsoka tells everyone to take a break while she explains the next useful movement, the door to the training hall opens.

The clones didn’t train much in the Temple’s halls, but they did on the occasion theirs was too crowded. Or if they had been near the Temple and didn’t feel like traveling far.

A couple of the 501st have entered the room, and you scan their faces for Rex. He’s the last one to enter and you smile at him as he makes his way toward you. When he’s almost reached you, he takes off the necklace.

Just as he hands it to you, one of the younglings gasps loudly.

‘You’re Captain Rex of the 501st!’ he says.

Rex looks at him and nods. ‘That’s right kid. Keep up your training and I might see you out on the front some day.’ he says and the younglings look up at him in awe.

You chuckle at their reaction and shoot Rex a wink. He smiles at you, waves at Ahsoka, and then returns to his brothers to start their training session.

Five.

You don’t get a lot of free time nowadays. So when you do, you use it well. You’re currently in the gardens, meditating.

When you were younger, you didn’t like meditating very much. You would much rather be working on your lightsaber skills, than sitting in one spot of hours.

But as you got older, you realised the importance of connecting with the Force, and you started to appreciate alone time more.

Luckily, the gardens weren’t very crowded when you arrived. You took place in your favourite spot, closed your eyes and slowed your breathing.

After a while, you noticed other people’s presences in the force fading away one by one. Until you could feel no one else’s presence, and it was just you.

You’re unaware how much time has passed, when you sense a familiar presence coming closer.

You smile, but keep your legs crossed and your eyes closed. You hear footsteps coming closer, until they come to a stop right next to you.

There must be no one else watching, because you feel how Rex presses a kiss to your cheek. You then feel something cold be placed carefully around your neck. You smile again and after another kiss to your cheek, Rex leaves again, and you continue your meditation.

Six.

This war had taken too much from too many people. Everyone was tired of it, and everyone just wanted it to end. You were tired, too. You’d seen too many of your friends die, and too many innocent people you couldn’t save.

You weren’t a soldier. You’re a peacekeeper. But you can’t remember the last time you actually referred to yourself as one, let alone feel like it.

Still, the war raged on, like a hot fire turning everything in its path into ashes, leaving nothing but grief and sorrow behind. The war was unforgiving, merciless, swallowing everyone and everything in its path.

You couldn't stand by and watch anymore. Especially when all the fighting got too close for your taste.

You'd been sent to a planet you visited a lot when you were a child. It was a peaceful, neutral planet. Until the Separatists came to claim it. The planet's original inhabitants didn't have the proper training or recourses to fight, so the Republic sent you and your men there.

When you got to the planet it was nothing but chaos. The Separatists had wanted to take control of the planet for its strategic location. It seems they would do anything to get their hands on it.

Including wiping out an entire race of people.

You couldn't let that happen. You had been right there to see so many people get injured or killed because of the Separatists. You wouldn't stand by and watch yet another peaceful planet be taken.

The Separatists were using a new kind of droid, one that could follow orders all at once because of one single command center. You'd sent your men to keep fighting on the front lines, and to protect the people.

You would disarm the command center, so their commands couldn't get to the droids on the battlefield.

But you weren't an expert on shutting down such a massive command center on your own. While thinking back to all the happy memories you made in the past when you visited this planet, the only option you could think of was to blow up the entire command center.

You didn't have any explosives on you, so you decided to fling both of your lightsabers into the power generator. At the time, you didn't even know if it would work. Turns out it did. Maybe it worked a little too well.

The blast was enormous. You successfully blew up the entire command center, and your men could pick the droids off like target practice.

But when your second in command didn't hear back from you, he sent a few men to go and look for you.

They found you near the center of the blast, severely injured and barely alive.

They rush you back to the ship and on the way back to Coruscant, while the medical droids aboard the ship do the best they can. But they're losing you, and it's unwise to move you at this point, so they keep you aboard the ship.

Having heard of your state, both Anakin and Ahsoka rushed to the ship you're on in the hangar.

They watch anxiously as the medial droids fuss over you. Ahsoka can see your body is as good as lost, but she can still sense your presence in the Force. It's all she can hold on to.

Meanwhile, Anakin is trying to get a hold of Rex. He'd been suspecting something was going on between you and his captain. He figured if anyone needed to be there, it's Rex.

'Yes?' says Rex when he finally answers his comm.

'Rex, you need to get here.' says Anakin, voice slightly breaking as he talks. He was so terrified to lose you.

'Everything alright, sir?' says Rex.

'It's Y/N.' says Anakin.

Rex is quiet for a while.

'Rex?' says Anakin.

'Where is she?' asks Rex, and they can all hear how he tries to keep his voice steady.

'On the ship in the hangar. They just arrived but they can't move her.' says Anakin.

'I'm on my way.' says Rex.

Anakin knew for a fact Rex was nowhere near the hangar, but he arrives there in mere minutes. He must have ran all the way here.

Ahsoka stops Rex before he can enter the room you're in. Rex is breathing heavily, pressing a hand to his side which is aching from the sprinting.

'Rex.' says Ahsoka softly. 'She's not-'

But Rex doesn't let her finish, he pushes her aside and enters the room.

He nearly breaks at the sight of you. Rex blindly reaches for something to steady him as he stumbles on his feet, and Anakin catches his arm.

Rex' eyes fill with tears as he looks at you.

This is not how he remembers you. This is not how you looked when you cheerfully waved him goodbye as your ship took off.

The robes you always wear are covered in dust and ashes. There's burn marks all over them. On some places, the fabric of the robes was completely gone, showing the burn wounds on your skin.

The side of your head is crusty with a mixture of dried blood and dirt. One side of your body is littered in bruises, from where you must have hit a wall.

'There was a blast.' mumbles Anakin. 'She blew up the generator and disarmed all of the droids. She saved an entire planet from the Separatists.'

Rex presses a hand to his mouth and mumbles something in Mando'a which Anakin doesn't understand.

He slowly approaches the bed, one hand reaching out to hold yours. His other hand is clutched around the necklace he wears.

This wasn't happening. You still had to win the war, get your own apartment for the two of you, tell war stories to new friends. This couldn't be the end of your story. This couldn't be his last memory of you.

Rex lets go of your hand to stroke your cheek.

Anakin and Ahsoka leave the room, giving Rex a moment of privacy.

'Wake up, mesh'la.' says Rex softly, voice breaking at almost every word he says. 'Wake up so I can give you the necklace. You promised you'd always be there to take it from me when we'd see each other.'

And you do wear the necklace one more time. Rex slid it around your neck, and buried it along with your body.

And every battle he fights in the future, he does in the name of his beloved General Y/L/N. There was no reason to keep it a secret any more. He'd dedicate every single fight to you. He owed you that much. He kept your memory alive.

Every night, his heart aches because of the absence of your shared necklace. The absence of your love, and your promise to always be there.

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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One Hit Wonder

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this came from nor do I really know what to say about it except that I love Sean and he deserved better that what he go :( I don’t know that this is really an Arthur x reader, but Arthur is flirty with reader! My masterlist is here and here is the link to go to if you’d like to be on my taglist!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: none really, just some good old fashion knock outs,

Summary: Sean learns that running his mouth could get him into trouble.

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“Miss Y/L/N!” Sean called your name.

You turned your head to look at him. He stood near one of the campfires with Javier, John, and Lenny.

“Miss Y/L/N! Come here for a moment, would ya?”

“What can I do for you, Mr. MacGuire?” You asked as you approached the group of men.

“You’ve been on a heist or two with us, haven’t ya? Sean moved to stand next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“I’ve been on a couple, sure.” You nodded.

“You’ve seen us all rustle and tussle, haven’t ya? Seen us throw around our fair share of punches?”

“If that’s what you’d like to call it, Mr. MacGuire.”

“And out of all of us lads here before you, darlin’, which would win a fight?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Javier without a doubt.”

Sean pulled his arm out from around you as if you had stung him. Javier grinned proudly, holding a cigarette between his lips.

“Oh, Miss Y/L/N.” Sean put his hands on his hips. “Why would you go and say that so confidently?”

“Mr. Escuella is a brilliant fighter. I’ve seen it first hand.”

“I’d pick Javier too.” Lenny agreed.

“Absolute bullshit!” Sean raised his voice in disbelief.

“What’s all this commotion over here?”

All eyes shifted to Arthur as he and Charles approached the group.

“Y/N just broke Sean’s heart.” John answered, gesturing to you and then to Sean.

“She believes Javier is the best fighter here!” Sean exclaimed.

“I believe it.” Arthur nodded his head. “Don’t that sound right, Charles?”

“Javier’s a talented fighter.”

Sean scoffed and swatted his hands in the air dismissively.

“You think differently, Sean?” Javier asked, flicking the ash from his cigarette.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Who do you think is the best fighter here, Sean?” Arthur crossed his arms over his chest.

“Definitely not you, ya old bastard. Me of course!”

Arthur barked out a laugh. You, Lenny, Javier, and John laughed too while Charles smirked.

“You? Sean, you can’t even last an entire job without getting knocked out.”

You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you laughed.

“That is not true, Arthur Morgan!”

“Yes it is, Sean.” Lenny chuckled.

“I can take any of you fuckers right now.” Sean shook out his fists and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Any of us?” Arthur raised his brows. His eyes fell on you. “How about Miss Y/L/N?”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“I knew you were dull, Arthur, but I had no idea you were that dull.” Sean shook his head. “She’s a lady, Morgan!”

“I know that, dumbass. Let her give ya one good hit. Just to prove you can take a punch since I ain’t ever seen you take one without fallin’ asleep. Besides, I’d be afraid of one of us hittin’ ya.” He gestured to the rest of the group.

Sean looked you over as if to size you up.

“You aren’t afraid of a young lady, are you Sean?” Javier taunted.

“Especially not our Miss Y/L/N. She would never hurt a fly.” Arthur added, grinning as he looked at you.

You had to bite back a smirk. He knew just how well you could throw a punch. He’d taught you himself and he was proud of how well you’d done.

“I ain’t scared of nothin’! But…. But the ladies here, they’re frightening.”

“I promise she’s only a little meaner than she looks.”

Arthur’s words made you blush.

“Fine. But you can’t help her, Arthur!”

“Course not.”

The group began to move away from the fire. Arthur came to walk alongside you, putting his hand on the small of your back to guide you.

“You remember just how I taught you, don’t ya?”

“Keep my thumb on the outside. Turn my hips to drive the power with the hit.”

“Good, good.” He patted your back. When he touched you, you felt goosebumps break out across your skin. The dress you wore was thin. The southern sun was far too hot for one of your heavy dresses. You could almost feel how warm his touch was through your dress. “How’re ya feelin?”

“I’m okay. A little excited.”

“Make me proud.” He moved away from you to stand next to Charles.

You stood at the center of the makeshift circle facing Sean.

“Don’t you worry about hurtin’ me, Miss Y/L/N. Sean MacGuire can take a hit better than anyone this side of the Atlantic! When I was a wee lad, they used to call me–,”

You punched Sean in the cheek, knocking him off balance. He stumbled back into Lenny.

“Shit!”

“What was that about taking a hit, Sean?” Lenny chuckled.

“Son of a bitch!” Sean rubbed his cheek.

“You alright, kid?” Arthur asked him.

“Just fine. Told you I could take a hit. She swings like a girl anyways.”

“A girl that can knock you on your ass.” John said.

Your eyes flickered back to Arthur. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Hits like a girl, huh?” He put his hands on his belt.

Sean turned to face him.

“You goin’ deaf or somethin’, Morgan?”

“Bet you can’t take another hit from her.”

“You bet?” Sean raised his brows, looking from you to Arthur then back to you. “How much?”

“Five dollars.” Arthur answered.

You gave Sean an innocent smile.

“What the hell. Five dollars is five–,”

You didn’t give him enough time to finish his sentence before you hit him again. This one sent Sean to the ground.

“Out like a light.” Javier chuckled.

“Maybe one of these days he’ll stop yappin’ so much.” Lenny sighed.

“I doubt it.” Charles shook his head. He helped Lenny move Sean to his tent.

You looked down at your hand, flexing your fingers and examining your knuckles.

“That’s my girl!” Arthur closed the space between you. Hearing his praise made you forget how to breathe properly. You became a little faint, adjusting how you stood so you didn’t feel so woozy. “How do you feel?”

“Not, er, not as accomplished as I had hoped. And sorta bad for knockin’ him out.” You looked to where Sean was now laying in his tent. “Is this what you boys do for fun?”

“Knock each other around? Course. It’s the best kind of fun. Aside from robbin’ folk and runnin’ from the law.”

“I guess you gotta point.” You smiled.

“Lemme see your hand.” Arthur held his hand out for yours. You put your hand in his. “Crazy to think this little hand knocked out that feller.”

“My hand’s only small to yours.”

“That’s fair, I guess.” He chuckled. “They hurt any?”

“Sean’s got a hard head, so I imagine I’ll be sore for a while.”

“Sorry for makin’ ya do that.” He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

“You didn’t make me do anything, Arthur.” You reminded him, doing your best to keep your voice even. Those damned butterflies in your stomach were moving up to your chest and making it difficult to breathe.

“I know.”

Much to your dismay, he let your hand go.

“I’ll make sure Sean gets you you’re five bucks when he wakes up.”

You were left standing in the middle of camp, staring at the outlaw as he sauntered off.

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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jaesvelvet · 3 years

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confession — choi hyunsuk

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error

words: 1.5k words

pairing: gn! reader + hyunsuk

notes: i'm sorry if this too boring,cliche?? 🥺 happy reading!!

music echoed across the hall that your batchmate rent for a high school reunion. you stepped into the hall, frowning as you saw all of the faces you hate in the high school year. you never high school it was hell to you, full of toxic people. with a heavy heart, you walk to an uncrowded place and sit there like a fool— waiting for hyunsuk.

hyunsuk was your best friend. in the first year of high school, he's the one who approached you first and you didn't know how, after a couple of talks you guys clicked with each other. you grateful for him to be your one and only friend since you too awkward to make friends if that makes sense.

by the time he excitedly told you he got accepted in YG as a trainee, you not gonna lie, you thought your friendship will be over since he is a trainee and soon he will debut and of course fans will investigate his personal life, and you are one of his personal life, you are his friend. the fans might attack you for being a friends with their bias. but no— hyunsuk never forgets about you at all, although he is busy with his practice, he always makes time to call or message you.

and now he successfully debuts after going through another survival show, being a leader in a group named treasure. you were so happy seeing his name on the debut lineup, you and hyunsuk celebrate it at your place, you cooked his favorite meal as a treat for his debut.

you were grateful to have a friend like him. you swore you never can replace him with someone else, he knows you like the back of your hand.

you groaned as you didn't see hyunsuk anywhere in the big crowded hall, you took out your phone, texting him, asking where is he. you rolled your eyes as you saw people dancing and waste themselves, you urge to go home but hyunsuk's word hovering in your head

"please accompany me, it will be awkward to attend a high school reunion without a high school bestie... i would treat you a good food if you come!"

his puppy eyes, ugh you hate how you couldn't resist him. you cross your arms, you came here just for hyunsuk and for some delicious food that you will eat for free, or else you'd rather stay at home.

"excuse me, are you y/n?" a tall boy with black hair comes near you, he is good-looking you're not gonna lie.

"um yes, and you are...?" you asked. the only people you know in high school are hyunsuk and your teachers.

"youngkyun. i was your deskmate in music?"

you slowly blinked, trying to remember this youngkyun person. your deskmate? damn did you hate high school that much until you forget everything about it?

"i'm sorry, can't recall," you said, you gave him an apologetic smile.

he chuckled

"it's okay, can i sit here?" he asked

now you getting uncomfortable, why the person you don't remember wanting to sit beside you? you don't know how to react since the only men you talk with are your dad and hyunsuk.

"um i guess so..?" you answered but it came out more like a question.

he sits next to you, he knows you look uncomfortable so he distanced himself from you a little bit.

"you seem close with hyunsuk," he said out of nowhere

you side-eyeing him, now he wants to make a conversation!? oh hyunsuk please come here faster

"um yeah, since he's my only friend" you answer try not to sound sarcastic

he looks at your face for a while

"i regret being too shy to talk to you at high school"

you stay quiet, hoping he would get the sign that you don't want to have a conversation with him.

"you don't change, you're still pretty," he said

"um thanks," you said,

"can i get your number?" he asked

you swore at hyunsuk in your head, where the hell is he? your eyebrow twitch as he took out his handphone, handing it to you

"can i get your number?" he repeated his question

"um actually—"

"no way dude" hyunsuk suddenly appears, standing in front of you, facing the guy, he removes his sunglasses and glared at youngkyun. you let out a relieved breathe as you saw hyunsuk.

youngkyun smirks

"as far as i know, you're not y/n's boyfriend"

"y/n doesn't want your number, y/n just too polite to say that to your face," he said and grab your wrist to leave the reunion.

"hyunsuk, where are we going?" you asked

"somewhere, far from that guy" he answered you. he immediately went into a foul mood after seeing you with that guy.

you didn't reply, you enter his car, you didn't care where he wants to take you since you also don't want to be there. he wears a mask and his sunglasses in the car, you don't ask why he does that, he's an idol, and he doesn't want reporters to notice him.

"anyway, why are you so late? you never late" you asked

"um i-i got some things to do" he answers

he sides eyeing you, seeing you seem to trust his excuse, made him relief. he late because he and jihoon planning to how to confess to you. finally, after years of having a crush on you, he has a gut to confess to you. the original plan was to confessing you after the reunion in front of your house. but seeing another guy talking to you made his blood boil. and now he driving haphazardly.

hyunsuk realized he's in love with you when you stuck with him at his lowest when he felt depressed not going to debut, you're the one— besides his family, supporting him nonstop, you believe in him that he's gonna debut. he thought you would leave him after high school since you're gonna see a lot of people at university, but no. you never left his side. you always there for him, and he loves you for that. you fit him perfectly like a piece of a puzzle.

after a moment of wandering around, hyunsuk decides to take you to a rooftop parking lot. there's no car in the parking lot, so it would be the perfect place to pour his heart out.

"wow i never been to an empty parking lot before, this is cool," you said, get out of hyunsuk's car, admiring seoul city from the high place. you outstretching your hand wanting to feel the cold air, you smile as you could feel the cold air passing you. it's been a while since you go out to take fresh air.

hyunsuk laughed as he saw you standing at the center of the parking lot while outstretching your arm. he almost forgot the real reason why he brought you here.

he gulped down his saliva, try to throw his nervousness. slowly he approaching you, who's still enjoying the cold air.

"y/n" he tapped on your shoulder making you turn around facing him.

"yeah?"

"i need you to listen to me, don't interrupt until i finish, okay?" he asked

you slowly nod, feeling scared of what he wants to say. hyunsuk never this serious.

"i know we've been friends for years right now, and i glad you didn't leave me at my worse and always there for me although sometimes i'm quite busy with promotion and didn't text or call you. but you being the greatest friend you never mad at me. and because of this, y/n, i have feelings for you. it took time for me to confess to you, i considered a lot of what would happen in the future since i'm an idol, i worry about you, my fans probably would attack you, reporters would follow you around and i'm afraid our friendship will be apart if things didn't work out, but i push away all the negative thoughts, i love you so i will do my best to protect you. but i'm not asking you to return these feelings. i know this type of confession can be a little hard to get over, i'm sorry for confessing all of sudden, i just want to get this off my chest"

you froze. you didn't expect him to confess to you at all. you never have thought of having a significant other since you don't want to replace him with another person. you have mixed feelings right now, happy, speechless, don't know how to act, and surprised. you can't let out a single word, all of this happens too fast for you.

"y/n.. please say something you kinda make me scared," he said

you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out except a short breathy laugh. you hug him tightly, you can't express your feelings with words but you can with your body. he happily hugs you, rests his face on your shoulder. after a moment you release the hug.

"i love you too hyunsuk"

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Number 22 off the prompt list with echo or fives with he/him pronouns 😳😳 pls and thank you 🙏🏽

Missing You

Ahh this would be so cute with Echo. May or may not be biased because— I love him with all my heart, but since you offered you get Echo. You are a medic in this because, uh yeah I am SO creative. But anyways, Echo calls you Doc because I dunno how to use cooler nicknames.

Echo x Male!Reader: “I remember practicing to ask you out in the mirror.”

Warnings: It is a little sad because I am kind of in my feels rn. It has its fair share of happy stuff though, don’t worry.

You were a medic, that often worked along side Kix in the Medbay. The first time you and Echo met he was in with a blaster shot to the leg. It wasn’t anything that you couldn’t help in healing, though. Taking over for Kix as he tended to one of his other brothers.

You were calm and collected. Starting conversation with the man to distract him from the pain as you disinfected and then patched up his wounds. Eyes flickering up to look to him when he would wince and tense up. Though he gave you a look that said, ‘I’m fine, keep going.’ So you did.

Echo always requested to have you helping him. Claiming that you were more gentle than his brother was. Which you were, in some ways, but honestly he just wanted an excuse to hear your voice. To be near you. After a few visits, he would start looking for you when he knew you weren’t working. Go out of his way to walk with you to your quarters, or to the mess. Or to wherever you were going. It made your day. You absolutely loved it. He was so kind, and thoughtful. He listened to you, let you talk, and even shared stories with you on the days that you weren’t really in the mood to hold a solid conversation.

But now? Now that was all gone. Now you wouldn’t be seeing him in the medbay, or the mess, or bump into him in the halls. You wouldn’t be able to sit in your quarters with him and eat some of the snacks you snuck in for him from the last mission that you were needed out on the field. He wasn’t able to bring you trinkets from the planets that he visited. None of that was able to happen again. All you had was your memories.

Your damned memories that seemed to be slowly fading after months went by without him. You were beginning to forget how he laughed. Sure his brothers shared the same laugh, but something about his was unique. You were beginning to forget little details, and it upset you more than anything. The others in the 501st could tell, too. They all knew you and Echo were close. Even Fives could see that the two of you wanted to be more than friends. It wasn’t rocket science. So, the moment Rex found out that Echo could be alive. He made it his mission to not only save him for Echo, but for you as well.

Echo wasn’t the only trooper that loved your smile and your kind heart. So he hoped if he got him back for you. Even the closure of his body, then it would finally put you at ease.

You weren’t told about any of this. Not until you heard troopers talking about how they found a POW. You were curious, to say the least. Finding one of the shines that was talking about it with his brothers. “Who was the prisoner?” You asked with a brow raised. You had lost so many men, so many friends after Echo, that you never believed it would be him. Though a piece of you, deep down. Screamed and shouted in hopes that they would say his name or number.

“An Arc Trooper, sir, went by the name of Echo. They’re bringing him back here with Clone Force 99.” The shiny informed you, and you felt your heart stop. Your eyes were darting around. Breathing picking up a bit, this was a joke, wasn’t it? It had to be. Rushing off past the men to find someone to fill you in on what in stars name was happening.

You sooner or later ended up getting a hold of General Skywalker. He could tell you were distressed. “What sort of sick joke is this?” You spat, starting in before Anakin could even get a word in. “The shinies are talking about how Echo is alive? That’s impossible. I was there when the explosion happened, he’s not, why are they saying this?” You were on the verge of tears as you paced your quarters. Running your hands through your hair. “Oh, he’s alive alright. Why don’t you come outside?” He spoke with a smirk. Anakin knew about your feelings for Echo, and you knew he didn’t mind. He was supportive, even. Anakin always treated you like the little brother he never had, and told you to go for it a number of times. Though you never did, and you greatly regret it.

“Y/n, just come outside and see for yourself.” You were brought back to the conversation. Biting your bottom lip and hanging up on the general. Rushing out the door and down the hall. Until you were exiting the hanger and finding a group of people gathered around.

Your stomach was turning. Heart pounding in your chest. Then the world felt like it froze when you saw him. He was talking with a group that you knew had to be Clone Force 99. You knew it had to be Echo, his armor didn’t match theirs. He looked like a clone, at least. If it was, he looked horrible. But not in a way that you still didn’t want him just as bad as you did nearly a year ago.

You were stuck in place, waiting for him to turn, and when he did. His eyes fell on you. His expression dropped, and he froze up as well. “Cyare..” You watched his lips mouth. Your eyes tearing up, it was him. It was Echo. Your Echo.

You started with a fast walk, and then a jog over to the other. Him moving towards you nearly just as fast. The two of you extending your arms and then engulfing one another in a hug. Something the two of you missed more than you could both remember. “Echo, I- Are you okay? oh my force I’ve missed you so much-“ You sobbed as you burried your face in his neck and he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much, too, Doc, not a day went by I didn’t think about you.” He murmured, and that made the dam break. Tears falling from your eyes in streams.

You were at a loss for words, the two of you holding onto one another for what felt like forever, but honestly it wasn’t long enough. “You’ve changed your hair?” He muttered, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair with his good hand. It was longer than the last time the two of you saw each other. “You changed yours, too.” You murmured. Reaching up and running your fingers over the top of his head. Causing the two of you to snicker a bit.

You both parted slightly so Echo could rest his forehead on your own. His eyes, unlike his skin. Were still bright and had some life in them. Your hand falling to cup his face with a small smile. “Y/n?” You raised your brows a bit. His voice was soft, and stars you missed him saying your name. You missed his voice in general. “Yeah?” You spoke in a near whisper. Shuddering a bit as his hand ran to cup the back of your neck.

He looked nervous. Eyes darting to the side and then back to yours. Gulping, even. “Echo, what is it?” You asked again, and he sighed. “I know, I just got back, but I don’t wanna waste my chance, not now, not ever. Never again,” You stared at him, creasing your brows. What was he saying? “I want to take you on a date, just the two of us, I don’t know where, but.. Kriff, Y/n I like you, and I have since the first time I met you. I maybe even love you, you were what kept me going, you kept me fighting. Because I knew you would be there when I got back. Even if you got into a relationship with someone else, you would be there for me, like old times.”

You were tearing up again, and you could see the panic in his eyes when another tear drop rolled down your cheek. “You do-“ You couldn’t speak, for you knew you would just break down. Which would scare him more. So you reached up and cupped his face with both hands now. Pulling him in for a kiss. Interrupting whatever he was about to say.

The kiss was soft, Echos hand stiffening, then relaxing. Along with his lips. Both your guys’ eyes falling shut as he moved his arms down to wrap around your torso. This was when you felt the metal of his other arm. Making you even more angry and upset. They hurt him so bad, but that didn’t change how you felt about him.

The two of you parting after some time. Huffing out breaths as you both tried to steady your breathing and racing hearts. Even though you were both on cloud nine. “I remember practicing to ask you out in the mirror.” Echo blurted. You looking to him with a shocked expression. “You did?” You asked, and he smiled shyly. Looking down towards the ground. “Yeah.. I did, Fives was tired of hearing me talk about you all day, so he told me to take it like a real one and ask you on a date, so I would talk to myself in the mirror.” He spoke, catching your eyes again.

Your gaze softened on him, and the mention of Fives pained you. You were going to have to tell him about what happened, it was the right thing to do, but it wouldn’t be now. That was a conversation for another time. “Yeah? Well, it paid off in the end.” You hummed, and he tittered. Kissing your forehead with a sigh as you leant agains him. “Yeah, yeah it did.”

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fandomficsnstuff · 3 years

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Perfect Match

Daryl x Reader

(Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence, also some flashbacks of it, toughts of suicide, it gets kinda dark guys, but gets lighter at the end!)

(It takes place before they find the prison, but after the CDC)

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You panted as you kept running, your lungs burned, your legs ached, you felt dizzy, your heart pounded in your chest. You clutched the straps of your bag, searching for any kind of grounding, anything to hold on to. You felt the wound on your shoulder sting as yet another branch slapped across your wound as you ran, your feet starting to become numb but you kept going, you could hear your own heart in your ears, it sounded like someone banged a drum inside of your head, you could barely hear anything else.

You looked behind you, seeing if your pursuers were still behind you, so far you couldn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t take the chance, you kept running, and just as you looked back you bumped against something, it wasn’t completely solid, it moved as you fell, falling to the ground itself, and you felt a rush of panic, what if it was one of them? Best scenario it was one of the dead, the dead you could handle, but those… those monsters you couldn’t. You raised your head as you pulled yourself up, and seeing it wasn’t one of the dead, you grew even more scared, quickly pulling out the gun you had no idea how to use, it only had one bullet left, it felt heavy in your hands, almost as if it would drop out of your hand at any second, so you used both hands to hold it up, pointing it at the man with a… crossbow?... who looked just as confused as you “ah… what the hell…?” he looked up and saw you, instantly freezing for a second or two, before slowly getting up “the hell, ya can’t see or something?” he snapped at you, making you flinch, which is when he finally started to look at you, your shaking hands, your bleeding arm, how pale and tired you looked. You looked horrified, and when he tried to take a step closer to you you finally spoke up “DON’T! D-Don’t come any closer… I-I’ll s-shoot if I have to!” your voice was broken, scared, you surprised yourself by being able to speak at all. He raised his hands “it’s alright… I ain’t gonna hurt ya” he kneeled down so he wouldn’t be standing so tall, hovering over you, and it seemed to work as you relaxed a little, but only a little. “What’s ya name?” he asked after a moment of silence, making you frown, about to answer when you heard distant voices, instantly on edge again “n-no… n-n-no t-they can’t f-find me” you whispered, shaking even more than before. Your breath picked back up as you thought over your options, you couldn’t go back, you wouldn’t, and you weren’t sure how much further you could run, your legs and lungs couldn’t take it. A thought crossed your mind, you didn’t know how to shoot but… you only had one bullet left, it wouldn’t be enough fight all of them off, you finally felt tears in your eyes as you closed them and quickly raised the gun to your head, all this time, even though you ran so much it hurt, you never shed a tear, even though those bastards threw everything they had at you, you never gave them the satisfaction. You suddenly fell to the ground, your mind confused, you hadn’t pulled the trigger yet so why… you opened your eyes to see the stranger standing with the gun in his hand now, your own hand empty, void of where it should be.

You stared at him in shock, anger flooding your veins “no! I can’t go back! I can’t go back to those monsters!” you hissed at him, hearing the men come close, some even whistled out for you and laughed afterwards. You felt yourself being pulled up to your feet, an arm gripping your arm as he dragged you along, forcing your feet to run with him. You still felt the tears roll down your cheeks, but you didn’t have time to register it fully, not until you were shoved against a large tree, several feet wide. You whimpered out of fear and also from exhaustion as the man let go of you, moving his feet to sweep the ground where you had previously been running, once he was satisfied he grabbed your arm and ran with you once again, you surprised yourself as you felt your legs run with him this time, instead of being dragged along. You found yourself running with him, his hand didn’t hold you the same way anymore, now it was more to make sure you kept moving, than it was to move you.

Your feet hit what felt like a road, and once the stranger stopped you fell to your knees on the ground, heaving and coughing for air, not even noticing the strangers surrounding you, your heart pounded so loudly in your ears that you couldn’t hear them talking either. You flinched as a hand touched your shoulder, making you quickly turn and try to crawl away, only to see a woman with short grey hair, behind her stood a pregnant woman with long brown hair and a little boy besides her, holding her hand. You looked around, seeing more people, and a part of you was even more horrified, which the woman kneeling in front of you saw, quickly showing her hands “hey i-it’s okay… it’s okay, we won’t hurt you, my name is Carol” your mouth felt dry as you tried to respond, but instead your eyes landed on the man who had led you here, he was panting heavily as well, standing next to a man with a revolver, both of them standing near the tree line that you had appeared from. Carol followed your gaze “that’s Daryl, and that’s Rick” you only gave Rick a glance, your eyes stayed on Daryl, taking in each of his unique features, and Carol noticed, giving a subtle nod for him to come closer, which he did.

“It’s alright now” Carol gave you a heart warming smile, and you finally managed to tear your eyes away from Daryl to look at her “(Y/N)” you rasped, God, your voice was barely there, you tried to speak loudly, but your voice betrayed you, showing just how tired you were. “(Y/N), it's nice to meet ya” an older man appeared by your side “I’m Hershel, these are my two girls Maggie and Beth” he gestured to two girls, who gave you a small smile “ and as you now know, that’s Daryl and Rick and Carol, would you mind if I took a look at ya? It’s alright I’m a doctor” he hinted at your arm that was still bleeding, you hesitated before nodding, Carol helping you get up as Hershel approached, but as soon as you tried to stand your legs buckled, you almost hit the ground, almost, but you felt a pair of hands catch you, the same pair of hands that had pulled the gun from your hands, the same that had pulled you along with him. You glanced at Daryl, who stood awkwardly holding you up, like he wasn’t comfortable with it, and frankly neither was you, but it was that or the ground.

“How long have ya been runnin’ for miss?” you blinked tiredly at Hershel’s question, even trying to think of an answer seemed like running all over again “u-uhm… a-... a few days, I think? I-I don’t know” you moved away from Daryl, indicating that you were ready to stand on your own, and once he let go of you he stepped back a bit, allowing Hershel to take a look at you. Hershel nodded at your answer, glancing at your shoulder, which you noticed “it’s not a bite, I swear…” he looked like he didn’t believe you, making you nervous “i-it’s… it’s a-... I cut myself… on a tree that I bumped into while running… that’s it” you were never a good liar, but you didn’t trust these people with the truth either, but you tiredly moved your arm to roll up your sleeve anyway, showing the wound, one of a few, Hershel glanced at Rick, who walked over, inspecting the wound before nodding “it ain’t a bite” he declared and you quickly rolled down your sleeve before they could see anything else “but it ain’t a knife either” you gulped as you looked down “is it a scratch?” you looked at him confused “n-no… why would a scratch matter it’s not a bite…?” before Rick could say anything Hershel jumped in “scratches are the same at bites, that’s why” you nodded gently at his words “so,” Rick started, making you look at him again “what is it?” you frowned once again “it’s none of your damn business” you were beginning to grow nervous again, what if these people were like the people before? Or worse? No, no there was no one worse but them, but still, you took a risk standing around here, you had caught your breath, you should thank them and keep running.

Rick scoffed as he looked at everyone else, his hands on his belt where his revolver was, making you instantly take a step back, eyeing him carefully. But the pregnant woman stepped up to Rick, whispering something to him, making him look at her, sigh and then look at you “listen, we just wanna help” now it was your turn to scoff “bullshit, no one helps anyone just for the fun of it” you snapped, mentally getting ready to run, but the pregnant woman stepped forward “it’s alright, my name is Lori, this is my son Carl,” she gestured to the little boy “you’re scared, I can see that, and if you ain’t ready to tell us why then that’s alright, but you need to tell us who you were running from and why, we wanna help but we can’t if you don’t allow us to” you thought over her words, they didn’t seem like the people to hurt you, they had a kid with them an a pregnant woman for pete’s sake, but who knew? You sighed, taking a glance at Daryl before looking back to Lori, biting your lips nervously “my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I lived with my family not far from here, a few days… but… some people showed up, and they…” you began to tear up “we just wanted to help, we had lots of food and space a-and water and we thought-...” Lori nodded and approached you slowly, letting you back away if you wanted to, but you didn’t, you let her embrace you, you let her hold you as she glanced at Rick, making Rick sigh again as he pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking things over “we don’t have much food or water, we don’t stay too long in one place, but…” you looked at him, studying the rest of the group before nodding “please, thank you” Rick nodded, looking at everyone else “alright… we’ll need to find a place for tonight, secure it, we-”

“What about the old prison?” everyone looked towards you, making you nervous again “t-there’s this o-old prison, it’s not close but, it’s not far either, there’s this huge courtyard… if we can clear it it’d be a good place… there’s fences, guardtowers, gates, there’s probably some forgotten weapons in the watchtowers…” you caught Daryl looking at you once you finished talking, but he quickly looked away. “Alright, where is this prison?”

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You carried Judith on your hip, Beth needed a break and you could understand why, she was getting heavy, but you didn’t mind, she was adorable, Daryl even called her little ass kicker. You hummed gently as you sat down at a table, setting Judith in your lap as you gave her an old toy Glenn and Maggie had found on a supply run, she giggled and reached for it, once you were sure she had a good grip on it you let her have it, you loved seeing how she moved her arms around with it and laughed at the simple gesture. You barely heard footsteps approach, but seeing Carol you smiled “hey” you greeted before looking back at Judith, Carol smiled back at you “hey, Daryl said he wanted to talk to you, he’s up in the eastern watch tower” you frowned and sighed “can you take her?” Carol nodded, and you handed Judith to her “see ya later troublemaker” you waved at Judith as you walked outside.

You knocked gently on the door before entering, seeing Daryl leaning against the wall, smoking, he looked confused seeing you “hey, Carol said you wanted to talk?” you looked down, since the day where he basically saved your life, you had gotten to know him little by little, and every piece of him you uncovered you liked more than the last, no matter what it was. “What? Nah, she said you wanted to talk to me?” you frowned, as did he, Carol may or may not have known of your fondness for the silent archer, but you didn’t understand why she would set it up, there was no way that Daryl would ever feel the same, and you were okay with that, as long as you had what you had with him now, you wouldn’t risk that for something that would never happen.

You entered the small room raised above the prison, closing the door behind you “you sure?” he nodded, putting out his cigarette as he looked over the courtyard, and you followed his gaze, seeing Carol, and she waved at you both, making Daryl smile as he waved back, although with less enthusiasm. It made your smile falter, seeing him smile at her like that, and you turned around “s-sorry there must have been a mistake then… maybe I-I heard wrong” you chuckled nervously, reaching for the door knob when his voice stopped you “you don’t have to leave, ya know” you turned around to face him, giving him a forced smile “and none of that shit either” he waved a finger at your face and you frowned “what’re you talking about?” he scoffed “none of that fake smile shit, if you ain’t in the mood for it, then don’t” some might find his words a bit offensive, but you found an odd sort of comfort in them, making you nod and sit down on a chair across from him.

After a little while you looked at him, studying his features… okay okay you were admiring them, but come on, he is everything to admire. “She say what I wanted to talk about?” you blinked confused, now fully aware that he was looking at you, and had probably caught you ‘studying’ his face a little too much, making you blush and look away “nope, you?” he hummed low “nah, said something ‘bout you needing to see me, she said it was important” now it was your turn to hum “weren’t you going on a hunt today though?” you looked back at him to see him shrug as he looked away from you, looking down at his feet “well… she said it was important…” he mumbled, and you swore you saw his ears flush a little, and you bet his cheeks were pink, if he’d only look at you and not his boots, but the thought made you smile, Daryl cancelling a hunt because he thought you wanted to talk about something important. “Well… we shouldn’t disappoint then” he looked at you confused, making you shrug with an amused smile “let’s talk about something important then” he scoffed but you could still see him smile as he looked out of the window “like what?” he looked back to you and you hummed low in thought “well, let’s talk about…” you looked out the window yourself, realizing that all the things that seemed important before, were meaningless now, school, work, hobbies, none of that mattered anymore, except… “what about family and friends?” you looked back at him “huh?” he was clearly confused, making you giggle lightly “I just… realized that not much matters anymore… Things that were important before just seem…. meaningless now, jobs, school, how work is going, money, hobbies, all except friends and family” he just looked at you as you spoke, making you blush, you felt the tips of your ears grow a bit hot.

“Alright, you start then” you narrowed your eyes at him before shrugging again “family isn't really what it used to be. It used to be family dinners, birthdays, hell, even baby showers and holidays… now…” you gently shook your head, looking at the ground before back to him “now it’s us, you know? We don’t celebrate christmas or thanksgiving, or our birthdays together, that ain’t what makes us a family. What makes us family is this, small moments like this… or… like when you found me in the woods… I was so ready to give up, I thought that… I was either going to die there and then on my own terms or go back to those… monsters… I didn’t think I had a choice. You gave me a choice… family isn’t those stupid christmas cards you send when you can’t be bothered to show up, it’s knowing, trusting that the ones around you will help you when you need it, family isn’t blood, blood just… poisons everything…” you had looked down during your talk, unaware that Daryl’s eyes stayed on you as you looked away, his eyes mapping everything, everything from your face, the shape of your nose, your eyes, their beautiful (Y/E/C) colour, how they lit up as you talked about something you loved, and he also noticed how their dulled when you spoke of the people that were after you all those months ago.

“You know, you ain’t gotta hang on that now, you got us, you got me” he looked down immediately after saying that last bit, silently cursing himself for speaking before he thinks, which was something that tended to happen around you, but not once did you ever mind, and he was thankful for that, he realized. There wasn’t a lot in the world that he was thankful for, he had to fight for everything himself, he taught himself how to survive and hunt outside, but he was thankful for you, for the day he found you in the woods, for taking the gun from you before you could do something that broke his heart just thinking about it. “I know” your voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look at you “I know I have you, and Rick and Carol and Hershel and all the others. I… was never lucky with my family… I had my mom and sister and that was it, my dad left when I was just a little girl, before my little sister was even born. But now I have you” you gave him a kind smile, one that made him blush and quickly look away again, which made you smirk. You got up from your chair, walking over to him once he looked at you, you couldn’t help but smile even wider “thank you, Daryl” you gently kissed his cheek, he barely noticed it, despite standing dangerously still, he was scared to move, scared that if he did you would turn away, you would never speak to him again.

“You mean a lot to me, you know, and… I-I… I really care about you, Daryl and I know that you won’t ever feel the same way but I-I had to say it...” you hadn’t moved away since your lips left his cheek, but you were beginning to get nervous, what if you made him uncomfortable? What if you had been wrong in kissing his cheek? What if you should never have told him? Damn it you were thinking about how bad it would be to do that exact thing just half an hour ago, and now you told him all of this. What if he was disgusted by you? What if he thought you were joking? What if- your thoughts were cut short by Daryl’s lips on yours, and now it was your turn to be stiff like a board, but you eased into it, your hands finding their way around his neck as he slowly moved his own hands to your hips. As you parted you sighed, your eyes still closed to try and savour the last bit of it as much as possible “I-I’m sorry about just blurting everything out like tha-” you were cut short as he kissed you again, this time less stiffly and more passionately, making you relax even more, your foreheads resting against each others’ as you parted “what was that for?” you chuckled lightly as he shrugged “you wouldn’t shut up” you full out laughed at his response, leaning your head on his shoulder, feeling him press a careful kiss to your shoulder, his lips resting there for a second, smiling.

You lifted your head and looked back up at him “you’re so stupid” you whispered as you laughed again, making him smile and chuckle a bit “guess we’re a perfect match then” you fake gasped at him “Daryl Dixon! Are you calling me stupid?” he grinned at you “never” he leaned down and kissed you again, and you happily kissed him back, unaware of a very proud Carol who stood and saw you two kiss, you’d have to thank her later for setting this up.

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader

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Could I request Caesar in part three befriending reader? She’s got a crush on Jotaro and he teasingly warms her about Joestars. He takes care of her and doesn’t let anyone fuck with her though

REQUEST: Could I request Caesar in part three befriending reader? She’s got a crush on Jotaro and he teasingly warms her about Joestars. He takes care of her and doesn’t let anyone fuck with her though

WAAA THIS REQUEST IS SOOOO GOOD!!! thank you so so much, hope you enjoy it!!!❤️

Warnings: none, fem! reader, just some teasing

GRANDPA CAESAR

Being persecuted by seemingly endless stand users kept everyone on edge, they learned to work with eachother while complimenting in battle to defeat all kinda of enemies. (Y/N) looked back at what they had accomplished so far and smiled to herself, half a month on the road and she felt connected with her companions like they had been friends for years.

When the journey first started she didn’t know what to do, all she knew was that she wanted to help and if there was anyway she and her stand could help, she would. But she barely knew this people! The tension of the issue at hand kept everyone to themselves and not really worrying about knowing eachother so (Y/N) decided to step back a little and simply observe or aid if needed. Her little plan to stay low did great for a few days until Mr. Zeppeli decided to walk up to her and start some conversation, she was nervous of saying something wrong or sharing too much but Mr. Zeppeli (he insisted on her calling him Caesar but being much older than her she simply stuck with Mr. Caesar) kept chatting as they were seated on a park bench after eating some lunch and that was slightly relieving.

“Look (Y/N), I know starting a journey to the unknown can be terrifying” he said to her looking at the vast sea infront of them after Polnareff joined the group “But if you ever need anything, and I mean anything, you can always come to me!”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded her head with a slight blush, Mr. Caesar reminded her of a caring grandpa (like Mr. Joestar probably was to Jotaro!) and she was happy to hear those words from him.

Days turned into a couple of weeks and she was practically glued to his side. She slowly started to get to know the rest of the crusaders, laughing with Polnareff, admiring Mr. Joestar and Mr. Caesar dynamic, learning new things with Avdol and chatting away with Kakyoin and Jotaro about student’s stuff. Caesar watched over her like a parent would and even if he said he wasn’t one to pick favorites, the preference was pretty clear (not like the others minded anyway)

Walking along desserted streets of their new location, everyone kept an eye out for a place to rest or any potential attack. While Caesar and Joseph argued about the map their received from a local, (Y/N) walked behind Polnareff and Avdol with Jotaro and Kakyoin trailing close. She looked around some of the shops and what seemed to be the local market, eyes inspecting all kinds of things in display and barely noticing Jotaro and Kakyoin now walking on both sides of her.

“It’s pretty different from the last city, isn’t it?” Kakyoin smiled down at her amuzed face. She looked at him and laughed.

“It sure is!”

Looking back at the front she noticed both older men stopped walking (stopping everyone else) and still arguing almost to the point of screaming at each other. She sighed trying not to laugh at their childish nature and slipped without being noticed to a near table filled with pretty looking jewerly, not noticing her group walking again.

“Good evening miss! would you like to try some of this fine jewerly?” a man talked from behing the table under a makeshift stand, he looked way older than her and she tried to ignore the look he gave her.

“Oh I’m just looking, thanks” she smiled politely

“I’m sure it’ll look gorgeous on you miss!” said merchant walked around the table and she took a few steps back from him and the table

“Thank you but I-“ she tried to continue on her way when he reached out to her

“What about this one?” the man went to grab her wrist on an attempt to wrap the gold bracelet around it but another much bigger body blocked his way.

“We have to get going” Caesar eyed the man down as he almost ran back behind the table in fear. The italian man was just as well built as his great Joestar friend and he could be pretty scary if he intended.

He turned and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked away.

“Are you okay, tesoro? don’t go drifting off like that you got me worried when I didn’t see you!”

She blushed as she muttered some apologies that the older man accepted after checking she was trully alright and not disturbed by the precious interaction. Apparently they found a place to eat and the rest of the crusaders were already seated at a table. With only two chairs left she sat down right beside Jotaro, Caesar sitting on her other side. While the old man went on talking with Polnareff on his other side, (Y/N) read silently the menu.

“Are you alright?” Jotaro spoke up just for her to hear “You scared us when we looked back and you weren’t there”

“I- uhm-“ she blushed madly. It was no secret that the ever stoic Jotaro Kujo was handsome as hell, being known back in Japan for his good looks and delicuent reputation. (Y/N) still couldn’t believe he was willingly talking to her sometimes and she did her uttermost to not let her crushing on him show “I’m fine!”

“Good” he said and turned back to his menu, attempting to choose something to eat. (Y/N) let out all the air from her lungs silently and did the same.

But Caesar was a witness and he could swear he saw something in her when looking at the youngest Joestar, it almost reminded him of that little sparkle on Suzi Q’s eyes when her and Joseph were younger and he sighed mentally.

“Say (Y/N), did I ever tell you about the Joestar’s curse?”

He had everyone’s attention now and Joseph rised a thick eyebrow at him.

“The what?” she questioned with a curious nature

“What are you talking about Zeppeli?” Joseph was quick to demand an explanation for Caesar growing grin.

“If you fall in love with a Joestar you might be stuck with them forever!” he exclaimed “I wouldn’t want that happening to you, watch out!”

Her cheeks turned bright red again and tried to avoid to get on Jotaro’s line of sight at all cost. Joseph went on about being nonsense as Caesar replied ‘Then why are Suzi and I still stuck with you!’ They once again engaged in a playful fight (mostly playful from Caesar’s perspective) and everyone around the table laughed at them. Jotaro looked back at her and she almost felt like hallucinating the smirk on his lips.

#jjba x reader #caesar x reader #jotaro x reader #caesar zeppeli #jotaro kujo #stardust crusaders #part 3 caesar #jojo part 3 #jotaro part 3 #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli imagine #caesar scenario #old caesar zeppeli #female reader

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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Amour à la française...

For the sweet @strudelcreme 🍨🥧🎀

I hope you’ll enjoy the story

In Dordogne, the Basterds had settled in an abandoned house to await orders for their next mission.

But for now, they were all enjoying the beautiful spring days and relaxing.

Sitting on a stump, Aldo watched his team relax: Donny, Utivich, Zimmermann and Omar played cards while Sakowitz read a book in his corner. Hirschberg napped under an apple tree, Kagan smoked his cigarette while drawing in his notebook, and Hicox read the newspaper. As for Hugo and Wicki, they were chatting in their native language.

But someone was missing. Fortunately, she arrived!

"Here I am!"

Aldo turned his head and smiled as he saw (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group, arrive. This young 21-year-old woman was recruited for her spying and code-breaking skills.

If to the Allied secret service she was Agent (L/N), to her fellow soldiers she was (Y/N), their "little fairy."

They all fell in love with her pretty face and her adorable smile. And of course, all the Basterds loved to play the role of her servant knight.

Even Hugo, the most taciturn of the group, would smile in her presence!

But the one who had the biggest crush on the young woman was none other than Lieutenant Raine. Ever since (Y/N) joined their group, the former bootlegger had fallen under the spell of the young spy.

His men had noticed this and loved to tease him about it, especially Donny.

And they knew that (Y/N) was not insensitive to Aldo's charm. According to Utivich, they would make a charming couple if the Lieutenant could find the courage to admit his feelings.

In the meantime, Lieutenant Raine was making a pretence of courting the young woman, and that was fine.

Aldo smiled as the young woman greeted the other Basterds, even surprising Hicox with a kiss on the cheek.

She walked over to Raine and said:

"Here I am again, Lieutenant!"

"Please, (Y/N): I already told ya that ya could call me Aldo. When ya say Lieutenant, I feel like an old jackass!"

"But because ya're old!" shouted Donny, causing his comrades to howl with laughter.

"Shut up, Donowitz!" snapped Raine.

Fortunately for Donny, (Y/N) came to his defence.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Aldo: he was only joking!"

Aldo would have railed against his sergeant, but the pleading look in her eyes made him give in.

He grumbled:

"Well, that'll do for this time, Donowitz. But if ya do it again, ya'll be on night duty for the whole damn week! Do I make myself clear?"

The other Basterds just snickered: all it takes is for (Y/N) to make eyes at the obstinate Aldo Raine to give in.

A little later, the Basterds were eating their provisions around a campfire, chatting happily. While eating a piece of bread, Aldo did not take his eyes off (Y/N). He smiled fondly at the young woman joking with Omar and Hirschberg.

He would never admit it to his men, but he was in love with (Y/N) (L/N). Only, did she feel the same way about him, or did she only appreciate him as a friend?

There was only one way to find out...

The next day.

"Are you sure this is necessary, Lieutenant? I mean, this meeting with French Resistance is a bit suspicious, no?"

"Since I'm telling you, Wicki. Anyway, the Krauts never come around here. Besides, who would suspect a pair in love to be members of the Resistance?"

"Why don't you just say that this mission story is just an excuse to have a date with Miss (Y/N)?" asked Hicox mockingly.

"Shut up, you rosbeef!" snarled Raine.

"He's not entirely wrong, Lieutenant. You'll have to admit that this story is very timely!"

"Stay out of it, Kagan!"

The voice of (Y/N) interrupted this bickering:

"I'm ready!"

As she walked out of the house, all eyes turned to the young woman. She was dressed in a flowery dress and wearing a white hat.

"Damn, girl! You look like an angel!" exclaimed Zimmermann.

"He's right: you are beautiful!" grinned Sakowitz.

"A real beauty queen!" smiled Hugo.

"My dear, you look stunning!" added Archie.

The young woman blushed with pleasure at so many compliments and thanked her companions before turning to Aldo:

"And you, Lieutenant: what do you think?"

"Waddaya want me to say? It's all been said before, doll!"

(Y/N) burst out laughing.

"Are you always this charming with the women you meet?"

The Lieutenant replied with a smirk:

"Nah, only for ya, (Y/N)!"

"If you say so... Well, I think it's time to go. Shall we go?"

"Sure! Well, guys, I'm counting on ya to watch the house! Got it?"

"YES, SIR!" replied the Basterds.

Satisfied, Aldo left for the city with (Y/N) on his arm.

Once their leader had left, Donny asked:

"Well, guys: I don't know about ya, but to me, this dating thing sounds like an excuse to have a quiet date with (Y/N)!"

"I would have been surprised if it wasn't. If you want my opinion, he is going to use this opportunity to confess everything to her!" remarked Wicki.

"What if we were to spy on them? That would be fun!" suggested Hirschberg.

"Why not? It will be a good occupation!" smiled Hicox.

"Let's go, then!" exclaimed Utivich.

They all rushed to the small town where the meeting with the French resistance fighters was supposed to take place. They managed to see Aldo and (Y/N) sitting on the terrace of a small café.

They hid near a bush, right next to Aldo and (Y/N)'s table.

"Well, what would ya like to drink, princess?"

"Well, I'll have a grenadine. I know, it's not very original..."

"Don't worry about it. Don't feel obliged to order something ya don't like when you're with me! As for me, a good scotch won't hurt me!"

"I didn't know he was so gallant!" murmured Utivich.

"I think we're in for a surprise," replied Donny.

Aldo and (Y/N) sipped their drinks in silence before the young woman asked:

"Do you know how long it will be before we meet the French resistance fighters?"

At these words, the lieutenant became a little embarrassed:

"How can I explain this to ya? Well, let's say they won't come now... Nah, I'll be honest: that rendezvous thing was a fake!"

"What?" exclaimed the young spy, surprised.

"It's true: there is no meeting scheduled with the French Resistance."

"But then, why are we here?"

Aldo massaged the back of his neck, blushing a little.

"Well, how shall I put it? I wanted to find an excuse to spend time with ya... away from the others!"

"I knew it!" chuckled Hicox.

For her part, (Y/N) was surprised.

"You want to spend time with me? But why?"

"Because I want to get to know ya better, (Y/N). Ya've been on my team for a year and a half, and everyone else loves ya. But I don't know what ya like, if ya have a family, what your dreams are, and what ya want to do after the war is over!"

He sighed.

"Besides, I can see that you're more comfortable with the guys. When ya talk to me, I feel like you're distancing yourself! Do I scare ya?"

"No, not at all! It's just that you're my superior! So I have to show you some respect!" the young woman answered shyly.

"That's what bothers me, (Y/N): I don't want to be just yer superior anymore. I would like to be someone ya can trust..."

"But I've always trusted you!"

"I know, I know. But I wanted to say that I would like ya to see me as a friend..."

"Yeah! I say he'd like to be more than a friend!" sneered Hirschberg.

"Hush! I'd like to hear the rest of the conversation!" Sakowitz lectured him as he listened carefully.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Aldo continued to talk.

"I must admit I'm a bit surprised, Lieutenant..."

"Please, (Y/N): don't call me that anymore. I wish ya would call me by my first name!"

"All right, Aldo. I was saying that I don't understand why we came here: if not to meet resistance fighters, then what are we doing here?"

A little embarrassed, Aldo replied:

"If I chose to come here with ya, it's because I'd like to be able to tell ya some things without the others being there!"

"If only he knew..." quipped Hugo.

"And what do you want to tell me?" asked (Y/N), a little stressed.

"Where to start? First of all, we're all happy to have ya on the team. Your presence alone is enough to cheer us up, and that's great. Secondly... Well, it's not easy to say, but when you're around me, I feel different."

"What do you mean?"

"Whenever ya talk to me or stand next to me, I feel like I have butterflies in my gut. It's a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. And I haven't felt that way in years!"

The young woman smiles shyly.

"You sound like you're in love with me!"

Seeing Aldo's shifty look, (Y/N) understood.

"Wait... Is that so?"

He nodded.

"It's true, I admit it!"

At these words, the other Basterds were overexcited!

"Oh my gosh! He did it!"

"We noticed it, Donny!"

As for (Y/N), she was speechless: so Aldo Raine was in love with her! On the one hand, she was happy to know that the man she secretly loved felt the same way about her. But on the other hand, she was afraid of how the others would react: would they be happy to know that the only woman in the group was the girlfriend of their leader?

These two contradictory feelings were tugging at her mind, and she didn't know what to do.

On the other hand, Aldo was nervous: this silence from (Y/N) stressed him. Did she love him too? Or was he mistaken?

Suddenly he heard the young woman whisper:

"Can we talk about this somewhere else? I wouldn't want the other customers to hear us."

"Okay, let's go!"

The couple left the restaurant and headed for a small park, followed by the other Basterds.

After a few minutes of walking, Aldo and (Y/N) sat down in a shady corner, out of sight. The other Basterds hid behind some bushes and listened to the rest of the conversation.

There was a silence before (Y/N) asked:

"How long have you loved me?"

"Probably since day one. In any case, it does not just talk: I love ya, (Y/N). And I want to be able to survive this fucking war to stay with ya until I've got more air in my lungs! I want ya to be a part of my life if ya'll let me!"

"Well, what a romantic!" laughed Hugo, making his comrades laugh.

For his part, Aldo asked:

"And what do you think of me? Ya can be honest: if ya don't like me, I won't blame ya!"

Biting her lip, (Y/N) muttered:

"To tell the truth... I love you too, Aldo. But I don't know if it's a good thing to be together!"

"Why is that?"

"Well, for one thing, neither you nor I know if we'll make it out of this war alive. Secondly, I'm afraid that if we ever got together, the others might take it badly!"

"The others? Wait, is she talking about us?" asked Omar, surprised.

"Looks like it..." muttered Wicki.

Aldo was intrigued by this answer.

"And why would my guys take it the wrong way?"

"I wasn't thinking of your men in particular, but the other soldiers. But if you want to know, well, they might think I'm getting special treatment. And if anything happened to you, I know they would blame me for it. I couldn't live with the pain of losing you and the weight of my shame!"

Seeing the distress in the young spy's eyes, the American understood how afraid she was of losing everything.

Gently, Aldo put his hand on (Y/N)'s and said:

"Ya know, doll, I'm telling ya all this because I know we'll get out of this war alive. So don't worry about what other people think!"

He smiled:

"Besides, I'm glad to see that ya like me!"

"You are incorrigible!"

"That's what makes me so charming!"

Behind their hiding place, the Basterds were waiting for the outcome!

"Normally, this is when they kiss!" remarked Andy.

"The suspense is at its height, gentlemen!" whispered Hicox.

Aldo and (Y/N) seemed ready to take the plunge.

"I'mma going to speak seriously, (Y/N): it makes me happy to know that ya love me."

"And I'm happy to see that you like me!"

"I don't just only like ya if that makes ya feel better. I truly love ya!"

Leaning towards her, he asked:

"Can I kiss ya?"

"I've been waiting for this..." smiled (Y/N).

Pleased with the answer, Aldo closed the distance between their lips and kissed the young woman fiercely, who responded to the kiss with the same passion.

This moment was extraordinary... until they heard an enthusiastic voice!

"YEEHA! FINALLY!"

"Hirschberg, shut up!" roared the other Basterds.

Recognising the voice of his subordinate, Aldo leapt to his feet and stomped towards the bushes behind him.

He pushed aside the branches and found that his men had followed him.

Annoyed, he ordered sharply:

"Get outta there, right now!"

And under (Y/N)'s surprised eyes, all the Basterds came out of their hiding place.

"Are you all here?"

"Yeah, we didn't want to miss this!" joked Omar before freaking out at his lieutenant's glare.

The latter asked, trying not to get upset:

"May I ask what you're doing here instead of watching the camp?"

They all looked at each other embarrassed before Donny spoke up:

"Well, we all suspected that the whole dating thing was an excuse to have a date with (Y/N). Of course, we wanted to see how you would do..."

He started to giggle.

"And to say the least, you're very cheesy when you want to be!"

"Me, cheesy? Cut the crap, Donowitz!"

"Ooh, come on! Admit it, you're a real softie!" laughed Michael.

The laughter of her companions made (Y/N) want to laugh too, but she tried to calm it down:

"It's not very nice to make fun of your lieutenant, gentlemen. Especially at a time like this!"

"We'll say it's fair game, considering the times he loves to mess with us!" smiled Wicki mischievously.

"Anyway, if it makes you feel better (Y/N): we all accept your love affair with Lieutenant Raine. And if anyone finds anything wrong with it, let him come and tell us to our faces!" declared Utivich.

"Private Utivich is right, my dear: we will defend your honour, don't worry!" added Hicox.

"And if you can calm the lieutenant down, we won't say no!" laughed Hugo.

"Don't start now, Stiglitz! Well, now that ya all know about me and (Y/N), I can say my date is over! C’mon, everybody back to camp, and hurry!"

"Aye, aye, Sergeant Love!" sneered the Basterds.

"Silence!" grumbled Aldo.

On the way back, as the Basterds chatted happily, Aldo and (Y/N) walked behind them, their hands tightly bound.

Suddenly the American leaned over to the young woman and whispered:

"I almost forgot something!"

"What was it?"

"Well, since we're in France, I had to say it the right way: Je t’aime à la folie, (Y/N) (L/N)!"

Amused by this answer, (Y/N) turned to her lover and replied:

"In that case: Je t’aime aussi, Aldo Raine!"

As they headed into uncertain days, Aldo and (Y/N) were sure that, no matter what happened, they would be able to overcome anything as long as they were together...

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Different Worlds-Fred Weasley x Muggle! Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Could you do a Fred Weasley after the war imagine (where he doesn’t die) and he falls in love with a muggle'

Summary: (Y/N) may be a muggle, but she was introduced to the hidden magical world once she realised her best friend was a witch. Years later, after they have both graduated, she finds herself drawn towards the magic, as well as a particular person.

Characters: Fred Weasley x Reader, George Weasley x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff

(A/N: Beatrice is a made up character)

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As I stirred the milk into the mug of tea, I continued listening to Beatrice babble on about the rude man on the train, who had insisted that she was sat in his seat, when she had clearly reserved it. I smiled, picking up the mugs and heading back into the living room, handing one to her. She blew on it, testing how hot it was before taking a tiny sip.

“But anyway, enough about twats in London.” Bea waved her hand.“I’ve got some exciting news!”

“Yeah? What is it?” I put down my own mug, ready to squeal and jump about with her.

“You know that shop I had my eye on?”

“The one in um...oh what’s it called? Diagonal street?”

She laughed.“Diagon Alley.”

“Ah, right.”

“Anyway, I went for another viewing the other week, and I got a letter through this morning to say that it is now mine!”

I grabbed her hands, squeezing them.“That’s fantastic! Oh my god, you’ve been wanting your own shop since we were kids!”

“I know! I’ve already had new flooring put down, it’s just been painted too. Now all that’s left is to organise how I want the furniture and to put stock out on display.”

Bea had always loved her fashion when she was younger. She would always complain about how basic her uniform was (even pointing out how boring muggle uniform was as well), and always added different accessories or made her own clothes. This hobby carried on, she became a great seamstress (the magic probably helped), knowing that this was something she wanted to do. Now she was opening a clothes shop that would also sell things like accessories, notebooks, pens etc.

“I’m so happy for you.” I hugged her.

“You know, I am going to need help moving in...”

“Wait, you want me to come with you?”

Bea nodded.

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“No, don’t be silly! You’re with me, and you’re only visiting. Plus you’ve known about all of this since we were twelve. I haven’t used the Obliviate spell on you, and I’m still not in trouble.”

“Sorry, you haven’t what?”

“Don’t worry about it. So, you want to accompany me to little old Diagon Alley?”

A couple of days later, Beatrice visited me again, leading me out of my little flat and onto the tube. We practically had to go to the other side of London, making me feel bad when she visited me all those times. When we finally got off, and after walking for another ten minutes, we stood in front of an abandoned building stuck between a record and book shop. Glancing at Bea, who was staring at the uninviting building, I wondered what I had got myself into.

“Uh, Bea, we’re not going in there are we?” I asked as she dragged me towards it.

“Just trust me.”

She pushed open the door, which made a worrying creaking noise, and I was scared that if we shut it too hard, the whole place would collapse. However, instead of a dusty room with broken floor boards and bending beams, we seemed to be in a pub. There were a few people already in here, sat at various tables with their drinks. A worker walked past, waving their hand which made some scattered chairs tuck underneath the table. My eyes widened as I watched, realising that I had stepped into a different world. Beatrice laughing at me brought me back into reality as she held onto my hand again.

“Alright Tom?” She called out to the bartender.

“Ah, here once again Beatrice? Oh, this the muggle you were on about?” he replied as he leaned against the bar.

“Yep, this is she. I’m taking her to the shop, which I now own!”

“Ah, congratulations! Head on back then.”

They said their goodbyes and I was being steered away again, this time outside. There was a wall blocking us, and to anyone else it would be a dead end, but I knew something was about to happen. Bea revealed her wand, tapping it around a part of the wall where bricks were missing. Stepping back, my eyes widened as the bricks started moving, separating to reveal a busy street.

“Oh, this is just too precious. Wish I had captured the moment.” Bea said.

I must have stuck out like a sore thumb; I couldn’t shut my mouth, checking out everything around me, eyebrows furrowing as my mind tried to comprehend how this was possible. Men and women passed me in long robes, some sporting the stereotypical witches hats. There were broomsticks, animals such as owls and cats, things floating by me. My brain was well and truly frazzled.

As we came to Bea’s new shop, I was still in awe, my eyes landing on a bright orange shop, with an animatronic of a man who was putting on a top hat. I could see lots of younger children in there. Explosions of light appeared, objects were flying around, I could hear the laughter across the street.

“Kind of hard to miss right?” Bea giggled as she unlocked the shop.

“Yeah. Looks amazing in there.”

“That’s Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. I went to school with the guys who own it. Onto more important matters, after you.”

I walked into the shop, grinning as I looked around. It wasn't huge, but it had a vintage look to it; the floor was a dark wood, and the walls were painted a lighter cream colour to contrast it. Currently it was empty, in one corner were mannequins, display tables and railings to hang the clothes on.

"I've got everything mapped out, I just need to move bits around." Bea said.

"It's going to look great when it's finished. I bet you're so excited to open."

"Are you OK by the way? I just realised how much this must all be."

"I love it here! I'm surrounded by magic, what more could I want?"

We spent the next few hours moving the furniture around, trying out new things to see what worked, where it would be best to display the stock. People passed by the window in large groups, but now there were less, the sun was going down, and shop owners were starting to close up. We followed suit, putting everything back in the corner before leaving the shop.

"Hello neighbour." a man called out across the street.

We turned around, seeing a tall man in a suit outside of the shop I noticed upon arrival.

"Oh, I forgot I would be seeing you every day." Bea groaned, obviously joking.

"You don't have to lie to me, we're one of the reasons you bought the place."

Bea began walking towards him, I followed behind."Fred, this is (Y/N). She's a friend of mine."

"Nice to meet you." he smiled.

"You too." I replied, wishing I didn't sound so quiet.

"Already got your staff sorted then?"

"(Y/N)'s an old friend of mine. I had to show her the shop. And Diagon Alley."

Fred caught on, realising that I wasn't a witch."Oh, right. Welcome to the other side."

"Thanks. It's been amazing so far."

“Well, it couldn’t have been that good, I didn’t see you in our shop today.”

“He’s so humble, isn’t he?” Bea rolled her eyes.“Well, that’s just another reason for her to come tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“I look forward to seeing you then.” Fred casually winked before saying goodbye to us both, realising his name was being called from the shop.

“OK, what just happened?” I gasped, feeling extremely flushed.

“Those Weasley boys are natural flirts. But that was very interesting.”

“There’s more of them?!”

Bea just shook her head, looping her arms through mine as she lead me away from the shop, telling (not asking) me to return with her again tomorrow. I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

With Bea unaware, I had immediately gone to choose an outfit for the next day as soon as I made it home. I just wanted to look a little more presentable, it definitely wasn’t because I wanted to present myself well in front of anyone. Once I had decided on a casual outfit, though something that still showed I had put some effort in, I settled down for the night, lying on the sofa with my dinner. Even with the TV on in the background, I couldn’t concentrate on the programme. It felt strange to be back in my world, not surrounded by magic. I was half expecting objects in my flat to start moving by themselves.

Bea had told me about her being a witch when she received her letter to Hogwarts. I wasn’t supposed to know, especially at a young age, but Beatrice had been so scared to lose our friendship. Her parents were muggles, so where the magic came from was a mystery. I missed her extremely, hating that Hogwarts was a boarding school. But once Bea was old enough to use magic outside of school, she graced me with all the spells she learnt, it was so enchanting to watch. Bea had returned to the muggle world for a few years once she finished her education, but now that her dream of owning a shop was coming true, she wouldn’t be living near me anymore; that’s what was really weighed on my mind.

Bea and I returned to her shop the next morning. I didn’t mention anything of my thoughts from the night before, not wanting to ruin the day. Seeing the other shop owners setting up for the day set a different atmosphere, some who were outside greeted us along the way. Bea got out her keys, but hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“Nothing. I just think we should pay my fellow businessmen a visit.” she said, a wide smile on her face.

“No, cause you’ll just embarrass me!” I whined.

“No I won’t. Honestly, you need to see their shop, it’s bizarre.”

I knew she had a scheme planned, but part of me wanted to go along with it. As we approached, I glanced at my reflection in the window, tucking away any strands of hair that had fallen out of my up-do. Before we could knock on the door, Fred appeared, swinging it wide open.

“Ah, our most loyal customers are here.” He grinned letting us in.

“Good morning George.” Bea waltzed in.

Oh, this was his twin.

“Fred has told me all about you, (Y/N), right?” George extended his hand.

I shook it as I nodded.“Yes, Sorry, I forgot you there were two of you for a moment.”

“Double trouble is what they are.” Bea mumbled.

“Welcome to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” he exclaimed, presenting grandly with his arm.

Cautiously walking around, I ducked out of the way as a Frisbee flew past me, smiling at what looked like mini fireworks before scrunching my nose up at a box labelled ‘Puking Pastels’. I explored everywhere, going upstairs to search further. The amount of jokes and prank items they had seemed endless. Looking over the railing, I saw Bea chatting away to George. It made me wonder where Fred was, but that question was soon answered.

“Do you come here often?” Fred slid up to me, leaning beside me on the railing.

I chuckled.“Funnily enough, this is my first time here. And did you really just use that line on me?”

“Works every time.” he winked, causing me to look away as I blushed.

“This shop is amazing Fred.” I sighed in content.“Are those really Love Potions down there?”

“Ah, caught your eye?”

“I mean, how could it not? Doesn’t everyone want a love potion to make their lives so much easier?”

“It’s not permanent. Besides, falling in love is the fun part.”

I didn’t question if he had been in love. It was too soon to be asking things such as that.

Fred continued.“Can’t believe Bea waited so long to bring you here. She talks about you all the time.”

“She does?”

“Yep. I probably know more about you than you think.”

My eyes widened jokingly.“I don’t know if that’s good or not.”

“It’s very good, trust me.”

“I don’t think I would ever want to leave now. Couldn’t stop smiling when I was home.”

Fred opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Bea calling up to us.“Come on you two, it’s my turn now.”

Not knowing what she meant, we headed downstairs, realising that Bea wanted to show the twins her shop. Making our way across the road, Fred and I walked behind the others as they continued talking, even as Bea unlocked the shop.

“I mean, you’ve still got quite a bit of work to do Bea.” George joked as they walked around the empty space.

“I know that. But that’s why I have (Y/N) here to help me.” She smiled at me.

“It’s a good space. You got everything planned?” Fred asked.

“Yeah, we moved the furniture around a few times yesterday, so I’ve got options. And of course I had my wonderful assistant to help.”

“She didn’t even buy me a drink after.” I said.

“I can pay you.”

“What? Don’t be silly.”

“No, I’m serious. Because I need to know if I have to put you on the payroll.”

“Bea, what are you saying?”

She grinned but I could see she was nervous.“How would you like to work here with me?”

My mouth dropped wide open, eyes bulging out of my head. I was shocked, speechless even. Out of the corner of my eye I saw George nudge his brother, smirking at him as Fred looked annoyed.

“Oh, this is making me anxious.” Bea whispered, gripping her hands together despite her happy expression.

“You really want me to work here? But where would I live?”

“With me obviously!”

“Is that allowed?”

“Yes, I checked. Oh (Y/N) please, you always say you’re not happy with your job and that you want to live somewhere nicer.”

“I’ve never said that.”

“OK, but I can tell you’re not entirely happy.”

I took a deep breath as I smiled.“Bea, I would love to work here.” She squealed, running towards me and throwing out her arms, embracing me tightly. I squeezed her back, feeling very emotional. Bea wanted me here. She trusted me to live in this world of hers, she wanted to share her dream with me.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” George said as Bea and I ended the hug.

“Looks like.” I wiped my eyes, hoping I didn’t look like a sap for crying.

“Right,” Bea put her hands on her hips,“well, we best get on with the day. Catch you boys later?”

They nodded, already making their way out. Bea smiled at me one last time, disappearing into the backroom. As I looked around the space, I noticed Fred still by the door, hesitating to walk out.

“You alright there Fred?” I asked, approaching him.

“Yeah...um,” he closed the door, coming inside again,“so,now that you’re living here, once you’re settled that is....do you fancy going out sometime?”

I was taken back, flustered which caused me to stutter.“Uh, y-yeah, I-I would love to!”

He nodded, pleased with the answer.“Good, it’s a date then.”

I awkwardly waved as he left, watching him enter his own shop. He turned around, seeing me still looking, sending yet another wink my way. He already knew how to embarrass me. Feeling my heart flutter, I slowly turned around, only to see Bea standing there.

“Oh, I am so good at playing Cupid.”

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