#but i swear the way she reacted when i told her it was my birthday 🥺

[screaminglygay]

I get it now

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: wanda refuses to watch arcane - until she secretly does, and suddenly, she knows way too much

warnings: swear words, just some teasing!

word cout: 1.6k

an: hiii!! I’m back… kinda? Is anyone still here? Hehe. It’s my birthday today, so as a little gift, here’s a fun fic for you all! And yes, before you ask, I am still obsessed with Arcane, thank you very much. Enjoy! 💕

“Baby, I love you, but the game is horrible. I’m not gonna watch it.”

Wanda’s voice is soft but firm, the kind of tone that usually means she’s made up her mind. She’s curled up on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her, holding a cup of tea with both hands, since today is very cold day. Her eyes meet yours as you stand before her, hands mid-motion from your very animated explanation.

You freeze. “Okay- no, I mean, yeah. You’re right. The game is… questionable at best, but that’s not the point! The show, Wanda, the show is amazing.”

Wanda exhales a small laugh, shaking her head. “You say that about a lot of shows.”

“Because I have great taste,” you counter immediately, climbing onto the couch beside her. “But this one is different. It’s... it’s like a painting came to life, but with an incredible story, deep characters, and emotional damage.” You start to move your hands around once again.

Wanda quirks an eyebrow, “emotional damage?”

“Yes.” You nod. “The best kind... not the best kind the worst kind actually, but you get me."

She takes a slow sip of her tea, eyes still locked on yours. “Mhm.”

“You’re not convinced.”

“Not even a little.”

You groan, dropping your head onto her shoulder. “Wanda, please. I just want to share this with you. You don’t even have to like it! I just- I want to hear your thoughts. I want to see you react.”

She hums thoughtfully, setting her mug down. “Let me guess. You won’t spoil anything for me, but you will keep talking about it whether I watch it or not?”

“…Yes.”

Wanda chuckles, tilting her head against yours. “Then I guess I’m in for a lot of Arcane talk, huh?”

You lift your head, grinning. “So much. An ungodly amount.”

She sighs, but there’s no real negativity behind it. Just fondness. “I suppose I can live with that.”

You beam at her, leaning in to press a quick, enthusiastic kiss to her cheek. “You’re the best.”

“And yet, still not watching it.”

You huff, flopping dramatically against her. “For now.”

...

And you were right. After listening to you ramble about Arcane night after night, Wanda finally gave in. She told herself it was just curiosity, just a way to see what had you so captivated. It wasn’t good, no, definitely not. But it was interesting. And, let’s be honest, for you? Wanda would burn the whole world down. So watching a show? That was nothing.

Wanda sat on the couch, remote in hand, staring at the Arcane title screen like it had personally offended her.

“God, I better not regret this,” she muttered to herself before pressing play.

At first, she was skeptical. The animation was… different. Not what she expecteed. Yet within minutes, she found herself absorbed. Powder and Vi were adorable, their sisterly bond tugging at something deep in her chest.

“Oh no,” she mumbled when things started going south. “This isn’t gonna end well, is it?”

Then came Vi. Grown-up, all muscle, all attitude. And Caitlyn. When Vi pinned Caitlyn down with that stupidly confident smirk and purred, "You're hot, Cupcake," Wanda’s mouth actually dropped open.

She blinked. Rewound. Watched it again.

“No wonder why (Y/N) likes this show,” she muttered, shaking her head but unable to stop herself from grinning.

And then she kept watching. And watching.

The fights? Incredible. Ekko’s moment with the stopwatch? Breathtaking. Jinx? Oh. Oh. Wanda had to pause for a second, just to take in how heartbreakingly messy and brilliant she was.

Days passed, and she kept sneaking in episodes whenever she could, inching her way through the series. Every time you brought up Arcane, she played it cool, just nodding along, letting you ramble, acting as if she was still clueless.

But inside? Inside, she was counting down the moments until she finished it. Until she could finally drop the act.

And then, one evening, after the final episode rolled credits, she sat back with a satisfied sigh. That’s when she heard the front door open.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling until you walked in, took one look at her, and narrowed their eyes. “What’s going on?”

Wanda quickly wiped the grin off her face. “What do you mean?”

You squinted, stepping closer. “You’re smiling.”

“I just made dinner for my love,” she says casually, gesturing to the kitchen as she stands up, walking there.

You eye her as you set your things down. “Okay… but what´s the reason?”

Wanda just smiles, pulling out your chair for you. “I just missed you very much.”

You narrow your eyes, still not entirely convinced, but your heart flutters at the softness in her voice. "Alright, charmer," you mumble, sitting down.

Dinner is warm, cozy, Wanda asks about your day, listens intently, and there’s something about the way she looks at you tonight that makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

When the plates are empty, you stretch with a satisfied sigh. “You cooked, I’ll clean up.”

Wanda doesn’t argue. Instead, as you start washing the dishes, she drifts toward you, leaning herself against the counter beside you. Close enough that you feel her warmth. Close enough that your brain starts short circuiting just from her presence.

You try to focus on the dishes, but her eyes are on you, her smile teasing.

You swallow. “Alright, seriously. What’s going on?”

And that’s when she leans in, just enough for her voice to drop a little lower, enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?”

Your hands freeze in the soapy water. Your breath catches. Your brain? Completely malfunctions.

Slowly, you turn to her, eyes wide as if she just dropped the biggest plot twist in history.

“Oh my god.”

Wanda just smirks.

“Oh my god.” You grip the edge of the sink, staring at her in shock. “You’ve seen it.”

Wanda laughs softly, and that’s when it fully hits you.

She’s seen it. She’s seen Arcane.

And you? You’re about to lose your damn mind.

Your hands are still frozen in the soapy water, your brain struggling to catch up. “You actually watched it?”

Wanda hums, tilting her head, turning the water off. “Mhm.”

“For real? Like... the whole thing?”

“All of it.”

You gasp dramatically, turning fully to her now, water dripping from your hands. “Okay, okay, thoughts! What did you think? Did you like the animation? What about the fight scenes? And the music?! oh my god, the music- wait, who’s your favorite character? Oh! And what about-”

Wanda places a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. “Slow down, baby.”

You blink up at her, but you’re practically vibrating with excitement. “You do like it, don’t you?!”

Wanda’s lips curl into a smile. “It was good. Really good.”

You let out a tiny, victorious squeak, bouncing on your toes. “I told you! I told you it was amazing!”

Wanda chuckles, crossing her arms as she leans back against the counter. “Mmm. I should’ve known, considering how obsessed you are.” She gives you a look then, one that instantly makes your stomach flip. “Though, I gotta say… After seeing Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Lest, Mel…” she clicks her tongue. “I’m really not surprised you like it so much.”

Your face burns. “Wanda- ”

“I mean, Vi pinning Caitlyn down? Sevika with her whole arm thing? Mel just existing? Interesting taste you have, sweetheart.”

You cover your face with your hands. “I hate you.”

Wanda laughs, all smug and amused, before gently tugging your hands down so she can see your flustered face. “No, you don’t.”

You huff. “Okay, but who’s your favorite?”

She pretends to think, tapping her chin. “I liked Ekko a lot. But…” She glances at you with a knowing smirk. “Vi was fun to watch.”

You groan. “I knew it.”

Wanda laughs again, leaning in just enough that her lips brush your cheek. “Relax, you’re still my favorite.”

Your face somehow gets even hotter. “Oh my god, stop.”

“Make me,” she teases, grinning as she presses a kiss to your temple.

You swear your brain completely short circuits, and all you can do is melt into her touch, heart full, stomach fluttering, and utterly, utterly in love. Just when you think you’ve recovered from Wanda’s relentless teasing, she tilts her head, pretending to think. “You know… maybe we should also get the hexstrap, no?”

Your entire body locks up.

Your head snaps toward her so fast you’re surprised you don’t get whiplash. “WANDA.”

She just shrugs, all casual, like she didn’t just say that. “What?”

“How do you- how do you even know about that?!” Your voice cracks in the middle, and you feel the heat rush straight back to your face.

Wanda grins, leaning in slightly. “My sweet sweet thing,” she says, voice smooth, “I am on social media.”

You let out the most indignant noise, covering your face again. “I hate it here.”

Wanda’s laughter is absolutely wicked. ��I mean, it is a very interesting concept…”

“DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”

She just smirks, resting her chin on her hand as she watches you suffer. “What? You don’t want to be my Cupcake?”

You dramatically exhale, “I cannot believe you.”

“Oh, come on,” she purrs, stepping closer, her fingers grazing your arm, “you love that I watched it.”

You let out a high pitched, flustered sound that is absolutely not a whimper. “That is not the point!”

Wanda just leans in even closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “But you do want to get the hexstrap, don’t you?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her playfully. “I am not having this conversation with you!”

Wanda laughs, catching your wrist before you can escape. “Mmm, fine,” pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “For now.”

You groan, head dropping back. “I hate you so much.”

Her lips curl into a smirk. “No, you don’t.”

And unfortunately… she’s absolutely right. You love her. So much.

Spoiler alert: you did received the hextrap later and you loved it.

This was so fun to writ:P thank you for reading!!

[mistydeyes]

This is my first time doing this!!!!! can you please do 141 with a rich reader! Like she buys them cars,supplies,homes,etc but not in a sugar momma way like “ I’m make money……..and my love language is gift giving” like imagine them walking into her house mansion and is like “this is 10 times bigger than my flat building” and she’s like “oh shush….besides this is your home now” or when she picks them up to go to the pub she pulls up in their dream car and their like “love your car” she like “it’s yours” and throws the key. And when they give her gifts she ADORES them (it’s some purfum she likes) she’s just loves spoiling her baby and they don’t know how handle Being so special! CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A REACT ON THIS ITS BEEN ROTTING MY MIND

hehe thank you so much for requesting! we love expensive taste and a woman who's love language is gift gifting!!

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summary: When the 141 met you, they had no idea what kind of life you came from. However from extravagant vacations to luxury vehicles, you make sure to treat your man right.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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price

Looking at John, you can tell he enjoys the more expensive taste in things. Holidays are always a joy for you both as you spend your hard-earned salary on practical yet extravagant gifts. For your anniversary, you wanted to impress. Earlier in the year for your birthday, he had gotten you a bottle of Baccarat Rouge 540 and you were over the moon. It had it's own shelf in your home and he always made sure to compliment the rich, sultry scent when you wore it. This inspired you as you dragged John to the bright red building in Grasse. You had spent the last week in the south of France, seeing the sights and enjoying the extravagance of wine and pastries. He had been wondering where you were going as you maneuvered through the streets and eventually walked up the path. "This is the final part of a French tour," you smiled as you entered, "a perfume-making class!" As he chuckled at the idea, you checked yourselves in with the minimal amount of French you knew. "What made you pick this?" he asked as you waited for your perfume instructor. You looked around at the various creations and bottles that glistened in the afternoon sun. "You always talk about wanting to find the perfect scent," you commented, "especially when you have one of your fancy military balls or ceremonies." He nodded as he cozied himself onto the leather couch. "Well looks like this is the perfect place to do so," he smiled, kissing you on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to pick an expensive-smelling one for my luxurious husband."

soap

"This can't be right," Johnny mumbled as he arrived at your address. You told him you lived in the English countryside and he expected a cottage fit for a granny. He was not expecting a castle that looked like it stretched various football fields. The exterior was extravagant and he was calculating the price of your marbled columns before you opened the door. "Johnny, a pleasure to have you," you smiled as you let him into the foyer. He took a minute to look at the not one but two staircases you had leading to the upper floor. Furthermore, the interior looked like a smaller version of Versailles. He thought he knew luxury when he saw Price's flat but that was a shoe closet compared to this. "Are you alright?" you questioned, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You live here?" he asked and gasped at the way his voice echoed amongst the mansion. You laughed for a moment before looking back up at him. "Yes, I do," you replied as if it was a silly question, "it's quite nice." He turned back to you with a shocked face. "This is more than nice," he said, gesturing to your extravagant home, "I was not picturing this during the drive." You blushed a little at the realization that this wasn't the typical home he had been accustomed to. "Well do you want a house tour?" you offered and he immediately took the offer, "let's start with the first library." "There's multiple?"

gaz

Kyle looked at his watch as he wondered where you were. "The missus running late?" Price asked as he searched for his car keys. "Probably had a meeting or something," Kyle said, looking back down at his phone, "perks of dating a CEO I guess." Just as Price offered him a ride, a silver Rolls-Royce Spectre came revving in front of the two awe-struck men. "Sorry I'm late boys," you said as you got out, "hope Kyle stayed out of trouble long enough, John." "He's a good one, Y/N," Price replied as he gave you a quick hug. He smiled back at you before waving off and walking over to his own vehicle. "This a new company car?" Kyle asked as he examined the pristine exterior and the practically silent hum of the EV engine. You had a small smile on your face as he tapped the front of the car and looked into the windows. "It's new but definitely not company-issued," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Didn't think you needed a new car," he continued and the suspense was killing you. As you opened the car door and sat in the red leather passenger seat, Kyle looked at you dumbfounded. "You want me to drive?" he questioned as he moved the seat back into a comfortable position. "Of course, babes," you said, practically bursting with happiness, "you should drive your own car home." There was a brief moment of mixed screaming and excitement as he realized this was his. Once he was finished (and you stopped laughing), you turned on the seat warmers. "Go ahead," you smiled, "take us home in your new toy."

ghost

Simon was never one to gorge himself on the finer things in life. He would save 80% of his paycheck and spend the rest at the grocer's or off-license. He often would have to hold you back from ordering items for him or buying something at Armani on a whim. "Return it." you could hear Simon say behind you and you sheepishly closed your laptop as you knew you had been caught. "You need new jeans though," you tried to convince him but he shook his head. "I could get a pair of Wranglers for less than £47.50 on sale," he responded and that's how most conversations ended. However, you had spent your time finding him an expensive gift that you knew he would value. "What's this?" Simon asked as you pushed over a small parcel. "I know you don't celebrate your birthday but I got you something," you smiled before sitting down with him on the couch. He shook his head as he ripped open the packaging. Inside was a small box that depicted a pair of sturdy-looking earplugs. "For when you exercise or go on runs," you commented, "they're Beats Fit Pro." He opened up the box and you watched as he adjusted them into his ear. "You know I can just use those wired ones," he said before trying them out. You shook his head as he admired the noise-canceling quality. He was enjoying the gift no matter how much he said it was unnecessary. "Well if you don't like them I can always return them," you joked, reaching your hand across the couch to get them before he pulled it away, "yeah, that's what I thought."

[writerblue275]

How Heartsteel would react catching their S/O singing/dancing to “Paranoia” (to their part if applicable)

Inspiration: Me being a dancing/singing/lip syncing fool every time I listen to the damn song, especially while I’m cleaning my apartment.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: FLUFF

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing

^^(How did they get this GIF of me dancing?? 😂)

General things:

Setting the scene, let’s say it’s the first time they’re coming home after the song has released so they’re really getting your reaction to the finished song for the first time.

Ok let’s be clear, all of them would be so flattered and would love this.

Having a supportive partner means EVERYTHING TO THEM.

So even if I don’t put “it means a lot to them to catch you doing this, etc…etc…, it’s still implied.

Aphelios:

He’s had a long day in the studio working with Yone on the next album’s instrumentals after doing a debut music show, so he’s very ready to be home with you and to take it easy tonight.

Grins under his mask as he opens the door and hears “Paranoia” blasting on the Bluetooth speaker he got you for your birthday. He knows how much you love to jam to music!

Sneaks to wherever you are, not wanting to disrupt you and absolutely wanting to grab a photo he can send to Alune (after swearing her to secrecy [not that she would send the photo of you to anyone anyway! You and her are good friends too]).

Manages to get an excellent photo of you using the duster as a microphone, a smidge of dust on your cheek.

You’re so absorbed in your “performance” you don’t notice him at all.

Right after you mime the *ding ding ding* of the bell in Sett’s verse, your smart watch buzzes with a text message.

“I hate to disrupt your award-worthy performance, but what would you like for dinner? (Also you have a little dust on your cheek, cutie.)”

When you spin around and finally see him, he’s spinning his mask on his finger and giving you a sly grin, winking as you gasp in surprise and blush at being caught.

He grabs a tissue and gently wipes off your cheek before giving you a gentle kiss hello.

(I have a headcanon that he would primarily communicate to his partner using sign language)

*Signing* “I’m glad you enjoy our work, love!”

Seeing you love something he put so much effort and time into really brings him a LOT of pride and will continue to motivate him.

He helps you clean and asks you more about your thoughts on the song.

You were in the studio while he worked so you’ve heard parts of it, but you and him agreed that you shouldn’t hear the finished song until it released to the public. It was your suggestion actually. He was ready to let you listen to it early but you wanted to experience the full excitement of waiting for their debut just like everyone else.

Which he LOVED.

Ezreal:

This litTLE SHIT (said lovingly)!

Smug man #1

He will NEVER LET YOU FORGET THIS.

The SMIRK he has when he walks through the front door and hears the all-too-familiar intro to the song.

And when he hears you RAPPING along with Kayn’s part??

NO WAY is he missing this!!

He immediately makes his way to wherever you are and positions himself so he can see you without you seeing him.

Phone camera is at the ready.

Starts recording a video right before the pre-chorus begins and his part starts.

He can’t help but smile as you switch to lip syncing, clearly wanting to hear/focus on his voice.

You’ve told him many times how much you adore his singing voice.

(And he’ll never admit to anyone how much hearing you say that means to him but that’s a different story)

It takes every fiber of his being to not reveal himself while he’s recording.

He’s about two seconds from giggling.

Records through the end of the chorus before stopping the recording and immediately sending the video to the Heartsteel group chat with all the members and Alune. They all love you so he knows they’ll love seeing the video.

He puts his phone away and plans to sneak up on you. (Lmao sneak up? I mean flash.)

This man is an EXPERT at surprising you.

Flashes right behind you before the second pre-chorus starts and starts singing, bursting into laughter as you let out a surprised scream.

He gets a well deserved pillow to the face for that.

Later Yone texts you and tells you that he’s “glad you like the song enough to sing and dance to it throughout your daily tasks.”

And Aphelios hits you with the “:)”

And Ez gets another pillow to the face before bed.

Followed by a kiss because he is POUTING.

Kayn:

This SMUG motherfucker!! (Again, said lovingly!!!)

Smug man #2!!

Comes home to you cooking dinner for you and him, using the spatula as a mic.

Does THE shoulder lean against the door frame (y’all know what I mean, especially if you read romance novels) and just watches you with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his face.

That smirk only get bigger as the song ends and restarts and you don’t change it, telling him you’ve had their song on repeat for who knows how long!

If anything, you’re getting even more into it, starting to dance a little more now and adding some little ad libs while he raps.

Ex: “If you try to step to me, it’ll be the last time” You *in rhythm*: “FUCK YEAH”

He absolutely loves it.

Honestly you’re making him fall in love with you all over again.

Also gives him the idea to ask Alune if you can help make up the fan chants (although he’s sad because he knows they’ll have to be a bit more PG)

Can’t help himself as he lets out a chuckle, giving himself away in the process.

Holds his hands up peacefully as you spin around, ready to throw the spatula if needed.

“Sorry baby, I’m afraid you can’t use me for target practice.”

“God Damnit, Kayn, you know I scare easily! How long have you been home?”

“There’s a reason I stayed over here instead of startling you over there where there are a bunch more kitchen utensils you could have reacted with. And to answer your question, enough time for me to understand how much you seem to enjoy our song.”

You playfully, roll your eyes, shake your head, and smile as he comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you hello.

He’d definitely tell the guys what he saw, but he wouldn’t film or photograph you (this time 😉).

K’Sante:

I get such immaculate vibes from Heartsteel K’Sante.

Like I’m a BTS fan (woot woot ARMY) and I get very very similar energy/vibes from K’Sante and RM.

Like I do not know what it is, but I would trust K’Sante with holding/watching my drink at a club if I needed to run to the restroom. He has that sort of good energy.

I suppose it’s the…safe? energy??

Absolutely hilarious to use that word considering the batshit things they did in that movie studio.😂

But you know what I mean!

And being in a relationship with someone who has this sort of energy would be A++++.

(I know this is a bit of a tangent but I swear it’s relevant to the topic)

K’Sante’s part in “Paranoia” has that same sort of energy to it. (It’s so hard to explain what I meannnn)

And when he catches you singing and dancing along to his part, the bridge of the song, while you’re folding/putting away laundry, I think he’d watch you for a couple moments.

But only a couple.

He’d make his presence known a bit earlier

Because then I think he’d come join you! ☺️

He’d start singing with you and encourage you to keep singing with him.

He’d gently pull you a little closer to him.

And obviously the slower paced part of bridge doesn’t last forever, but even then I think he’d still dance with you once the song ramped up with you (hard to explain but think casual dancing with a partner at a club/bar).

It would be so FUN??? Such a fun sweet moment between the two of you.

He’d of course then help you fold the laundry.

“It’s only fair since I distracted you from it for a bit!”

You’d keep listening to music with him as you both get some chores done around the house.

Definitely making sure to take time for more dance breaks (duhhhh).

Sett:

(A/N: I love the entirety of “Paranoia” but something about Sett’s verse makes me absolutely FERAL!! THE LYRICS. THE VIBE. THE INSTRUMENTALS. PerFECTION! ØZI fucking nailed it.)

When I first started thinking about this, I thought that Sett would be smug guy #3.

Now I’m not quite so stuck to that idea.

Oh don’t get me wrong, he’d definitely hug you and tease you once you saw him watching you and blushed a deep red.

But they would mainly be half-hearted teases.

And internally? You know this man is melting about you and how lucky he is to have you as his partner and how much he loves you.

Sett clearly has such a soft side for the people he truly loves and cares about.

Have you seen how much he adores his Mama???

You are like the only other person who can really bring that soft side out of him.

And catching you already having the lyrics to his verse down 100% is something that would bring that out of him.

Speaking of his Mama…

Sett would absolutely take photos or videos of you.

But they’re only going to one person.

That’s right, to Mama.

We’re going to assume that his mother really likes you and you really like her. (You think this man is going to be with someone his mother doesn’t get along with? BFFR)

Though let me say I think she’d be very easy to get along with.

Like I definitely don’t think she’s the mother-in-law from hell I keep seeing stories about on TikTok.

But anyway, he just wants to show off his favorite person to his other favorite person (who also adores his favorite person).

And little do you and Sett know but that just inspired Mama to knit you a sweater that matches the beanie she made that he wore in the MV. As like a holiday present!

(I’m so sorry this one was admittedly a little self-indulgent but I think it’s so cute!)

Yone:

Oh this man.

Obviously everyone has worked extremely hard so that Heartsteel can debut. Everyone has had late nights and long days on little sleep.

But as Heartsteel’s main producer…

(Not to mention band mom!!)

Yone really had a record number of late nights at the studio.

Reworking a passage over and over and over….

And OVER

Until it’s right (or until Aphelios/Alune drag him out of the studio at 3am telling him to work on it tomorrow with fresh ears).

And he’d never tell you, but you know he’s felt really bad about all those late nights. All those nights he wasn’t with you.

Potential dates missed because of deadlines.

Not that you were angry with him or anything.

You love him and you know how much pressure he’s put on himself.

And the last thing you want to do is potentially add more pressure on him.

In fact, you and him made a routine the past couple months. Whenever he’d have to work on the weekends, you’d come over to his studio each night during the weekend and bring a movie/couple episodes of a show and takeout.

And he gladly lets you pull his attention away from work for other media and cuddles.

(I feel like in private Yone would be more cuddly than one might expect of a stoic man like him.)

But during these media breaks??

This tall man was like a damn koala the way he cuddled you (not that you were complaining).

So seeing you sing and dance to the song he produced…

Even though the production of this song meant you often went to bed alone….

Was so fucking cathartic for him.

It made him feel like every sacrifice was worth it. Just to see how happy you were to dance and sing to the song he put so much of himself into.

His expression would be so soft as he watched you.

And after you noticed him and gave him a smile, he’d come over and give you a hug, burying his face against your neck.

You are his MUSE, and don’t you forget it.

Ahh thank you for reading! This is my first bit of creative writing in over 5 years, so apologies if it’s not great!

Shout out to @coco6420 for telling me on my main account to not stop myself when I talked about being tempted to post headcanons for Arcane/Heartsteel. Well here we go. 😂

[ethereal555]

FUCK BOY PT.1

player!jude x stonerblackfem!reader

You laugh, not quite believing your ears, “What?'

'Please don't make me say it again. Honestly baby, I'll never forgive myself'.

You fixate on him. The man you loved, gave your body to and had the lowest of lows with has done the one thing he promised never to do.

He betrayed you.

You get off of the couch, as if it’d become hot lava. You feel your blood vigorously pumping through your veins, heating up your cheeks and ears. Like church bells had just gone off, your ears were ringing.

“Get out my flat - now” you forced out shakily, you felt as if your throat was closing in. Your chest raising rapidly.

He blinks, as if I was speaking a foregin language.

'No, sit down' he pleads reaching for my hand. You swat his hand off of you, taking a huge step away from him.

“Jude please, I don’t want you to touch me. How dare you think you can even come into my home right after disrepecting me? Do you think I'm a joke?” you pant

'I'm not going to even ask you why you did it? She's clearly who you wanted all along. The world's right; you only got with a black girl to make your Mum feel better. I swear I should have listenied when they called you a man!fucking!whore”.

'I've wasted my time with you, time I'll never get back'! I realise in hysterics. You feel like someone has hit a wong in your ear, its an intense feeling you feel in your head. You cover your ears to silence your thoughts that were going off on autopilot.

You pace around going on a tangent, finding all the offesive words in the dictiionary to throw at him. You search to find any small inanimate objects to throw at him, a way to inflict the hurt you felt emotionally onto him.

'Yeah, Yeah,ok' he bitterly chuckled trying to play off as unfazed, as if all the lethal words you spat had fallen upon deaf ears. His jaw was tense, it was taking everything for him not to shut you up himself, but he knew how genuinely wrong he was in this situation and how much he deserved the names so he decided against taking any action. This time.

You scower the kitchen trying to find any items that were bought for you by him. You take the Gucci scarf off of your kitchen highchair, lobbing it at him. He sat there, with the nerve to have a scowl of his face 'Take it' you yelled as you threw the cloth. 'I don't want anything of yours, you're disgusting'.

It landed on his face, and he, in an act of self -discipline didn't react, folded it up placing next to him on your couch, licking his lips. I must admit it must've taken a lot for him to not retaliate, the Jude last year was another story.

'This too’', you removed the burgundy coloured Van Cleef bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday back in May, aiming it for his face. The athletic boy, with instincts like a cat, caught this too, placing it untop of the scarf next to him. His left leg was shaking with irritation. A scowl on his face. His teeth tucked into his plump bottom lip as he sat back cross armed on the couch, pissed.

“You're not fucking intimidating me, not in my own house. Good try. GET the fuck OUT JUDE!”

I was seeing red, because he wasn't listening to me. My nose and eyes running like a water fountain. I looked a hot mess. I wipe my face with the back of my hands. Embarrassed.

To my advantage, I find my tedbaker slippers on the floor near the door. I laugh at myself picking it up with full intention to throw it -

He stand ups “Don’t you fucking dare, I swear to God Tiana act like you have some fucking sense”.

'I will do whatever the fuck I want to you. You’re not welcome here anymore, I dont want you in my house anymore. Listen to me Jude, for once... leave' I cry, shaking. “I’ve told you to leave and you’re still here”

“I can’t, I can't leave you. Why dont you listen to me for once, just once, I can explain” he fought shouting over her cries.

'Why dont you understand' i hiccup, 'i cant, i physically cant sit here, whilst you, a fucking vile the vilest man ive ever met, wants to speak, to me and justify him sleeping with someone he's lied to me about for 8 FUCKING MONTHS'

' A bitch that racially abused me, and you fucking too? You are not worth anymore of my time. Like, really Jude? Are you that fucking desperate for pussy? Are you that desperate to hurt me? For fucks sake, if you really needed to fuck someone, at least fuck someone that resemebles the woman you claim to love 'more than football' she looks nothing like me Jude' you drag..

'It didn't happen rec-' he started

You felt the waterworks again but you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was the fact he wasn't understanding that him explaining the details was causing you to have to envision him with another woman. Having had enough of this row, you turn around immediately going to your cabinet to get your pre rolled blunt.

'I wasn't in the right mind, I have no excuse, it was a genuine mistake. Baby, please..' he argued.

You turn on your stove, shoving your blunt into it, to light it. You sit on your counter once it finally draws and you inhale deeply, making sure to cough so it hit you harder, Cali. You weren’t in the right mental headspace to deal with this sober.

“You hear me Ti?” he begged

It was like pathetic fallacy, a dark day for you emotionally and the only things illuminating the house were the many Central London streetlights outside your grand glass windows as well as your purple led's shining from your room upstairs.

'You can check my phone, my social media DM’s, theres not one trace of a woman Tianna, because I've decided all I need you. You don't understand I cant do it without you- this thing called life, no. Hell i cant even go a day without thinking about you and the life we could have’ he confesses clapsing at his heart.

Then there's a deafening silence.

You transfix on him fresh tears still imprinted on your cheeks, as you inhale, one toke after another after another. You both hold each other’s eye contact for a split second, before you withdraw focusing on your blunt.

The boy you loved most in the world, now turned traitor, sat across from you looking helpless. The only things that can be heard in the flat were both your infrequent sniffles, your sharp inhales and distant modes of transport outside.

Emptiness.

He rubs his eyes, typical, always seeming to cry when you cried, excusing it as something he couldnt help because he loved you so much. Well if only he thought of that before he decided to fuck the bimbo.

You snigger, you’re eyes low, the weed has you feeling like you’re floating.

“Jayy” You drag, your head and body feeling extremely light

“Yeah, yes” he answers quick, attentive

“You know, it’s a true shame, for Denise. I just wonder, like, if only she knew what an absolute bitch she would have raised before having you, would she have had an a-' you giggle

' Don't finish that sentence or we'll have a problem' he growls shooting up, charging towards me.

'Get up off the counter now, Tiana. Have you lost your fucking mind?' he spat. His natural doe - shaped eyes enlarged with anger, this dark brows furrowed.

You look at him, your giggles disentergrating into the air just like your weed smoke, daring him to do what he's been doing indirecting for the past 8 months.

'Fucking dare do what, what are you going to do about it? Hm, Jude? I’m going to continue to make you feel like shit until you leave because I’ve asked you to LEAVE MY HOUSE and you're still here, so take the insult”. You take another puff of your blunt, feeling the anger rising again.

Granted, the blunt was probably making you say things you shouldn't, he deserved it.

“I could’ve hurt you, so so badly” he lets out his jaw clenched.

'I beg your pardon?, you fucking idiot what do you think I'm -“

'Shut up and let me talk, i could have kept it silent and have the whole world find out at the same time as you, but i didnt. i've flown here on Chrismas to tell you. To be here I’ve sacrificed spending time with my brother and my parents. I've literally put your feelings and wellbeing first before my families,before mine but you're too bloody dense to be objective and see things from another person's perspective'.

You drop your blunt on the counter, hopping off of it. At the same time, not caring if you blew the rest out in his face, although you knew he hated the smell.

'I don’t give a fuck about how it all unravels, or who's feeling you are putting first over others. You got your self here in the first place, you wouldnt be in this predicament if you had some sense about you; and stayed loyal to what we have built. And shit, even if you genuinely needed to fuck a girl, do better next time and fuck a woman who wont go round running your business, dumb boy. But you're too thick and pussy hungry to realise that' she seethed pushing at his chest with every last world.

'Jude, we are sooooooo done' you ridicule 'i cant actually emphasise it enough'

'We're not, technically can't be. Tiana, we havent been together since March, which is another reason I dont know why you're so angry'

You sneer, clenching your fists as your sides. Your nostrils flared, you decided against screaming or shouting; you didn't have the energy. So using up all the mature strength you could muster, you leave to go to your room. Genuine rage and shock slapped onto your facial features. You barge past him walking at high speed until he grips your wrist pulling you back to stand infront of him.

'Don't walk away from me when I''m speaking to you.' you snatch out of his harsh grasp.

You push at his chest, 'I've told you stop touching me, Jude. I'm walking away because this conversation can't be had with a 2 year old.'

'And who's the two year old?, I havent been the one throwing a fucking tantrum this whole time and gettting high thinking it’s cool, whilst an adult has been trying to have a mature conversation with you! He spits.

'A tantrum ? I have everyright to be fuming. You’re so lucky I'm high right now you should thank God because, if I was sober you know exactly what would happen' you threaten.

'Yeah I do know, because that’s the type of person you are. You’re so quick to dehumanise people',

“And rightfully so for you at least.. so... where do we go from here? Nowhere, bye. Shut the door after you'.

You push yourself off of the kitchen counter, that you were reluctantly leaning on.

'Stop fucking walking away from me. Tiana. We’re not finished. Act your fucking age', he exclaimed trapping you between himself and the counter, leaving no room for you too escape. Both his arms, decorated in bulging green veins, clenched either side of you.

He gets in my face as if you make it clear to me ‘I’m going to ask you again ok.. Why are you so fucking angry?'

'BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME JUDE ME !!! WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!! you rage in this face.

You feel you're eyes watering again so you break out from his constraint and turn around to go a relight your blunt before taking another 3 tokes.

“What type of question is that-have you no emotional intelligence or sympathy?” you exhale

'Because you fly me out to Madrid to fuck and hang out. You choose to spend time with me when instead you could be with your family or friends. You come over here during you're off season to fuck me, kiss me, cuddle me, give me presents, bags and jewellery. You eat my ass, we've been fucking on my period for Gods sake - all these things have happened whilst we've been broken up. so dont - please dont try to play it like we're just sneaky links, sneaky links dont have history , sneaky links are not ex's'

'For Jobe’s birthday you flew me out, for Mark’s and Denise’s birthday you flew me out to celebrate with you and them. When you went to go check on your grandma I was there, all of this happened when we were broken up. Doesn’t this sound particularly “together” to you ?

'I explicitly rememeber telling you that if this was truly over than the fucking, and seeing each others family and all that had to stop, and then what did you do, you came to London the very next month and stayed 3 nights.'

'So excuse me for feeling cheated on, Jude’ you pant, out of breathe, you take some tissue roll from your counter top, wiping your eyes. Saying all of this makes you feel dumb, and taken advantage off.

He only looks at you, with regret, sympathy. Stillness befriended him. He turns around going to sit down.

“I wish you and Laura the best in the future.”

Jude sits down on your black fur rug, playing with his fingers, something he never did unless we was uncomfortable. His plump lips parted looking at the ground.

He clears his throat, his eyes glazed over. His tone was soft, you'd given a different persepctive he was to blind to have seen

'Love, I've tried to explain to you that there was no emotional connection there with Laura, she was something easy, she was something i used, as horrible as it sounds, to distract myself from the fact that i felt like i might lose you, the love of my life. But now that, well, we were back on track I feel the need to tell you because i don’t want anything in the way of our relationship progression. I - can assure all the while we have been sleeping with other, i swear i havent so much as touched another girl, this happened in early April before we started messing around again. When you gave me the expression it was really done. I needed to tell you about it today, because she’s been threatening to tell people and news outlets. And if she did that-“ he paused swallowing the lump in his throat.

'It would kill me Ti, you have to believe me, i don’t want to do this thing called life without, i'd rather die' he swears.

You stand there watching him, your blunt was now finished and to be honest you were so high, not even his most compassionate love poem would sober you up.

You start to clap, obnoxiously 'Weooooo, and the Oscar goes to Jude Belligoallll, wooooo', you fall into a fit of laughter.

He wasn’t amused. Not one bit. He looks directly at you, his widened eyes connecting with your red hazy ones.

You walk over to sit down infront of him on the floor. He listens attentively.

'Ok that was mean, sorry' you giggle

'Jude you can't hurt me and then apologize expecting everything to be better again, we need to - ' you hesistate trying to find the right words.

'To, level the score, surely. You play football baby, you know how it goes. We need to draw, right now its 1-0 to you. When I score, then its over right because then it'll be 1-1', you advise.

'Between me and you' I lean in closer, he stares following my lips.

'I like the look of Levi', you draw back, you lick your lips. The cotton mouth getting to you.

'I need water Jude, and you look like you've just seen a ghost. So I'll make that two waters, since you're not going to leave anytime soon right?'.

He snickers,a frown on his face when he grabs my jaw, tight.

'You're not going to do such a thing, not to me'

'So what? you can do it but I can't, boy please' you tut trying to leave from his grip.

'Sleep with him or any man for that matter and I swear I'll make you miserable' he swears

Your mouth drops, the audacity you think mentally

'Jude you're insane, clinically -'

' I mean just think of all the friends you've lost, because they were trying to fuck me, all those friends you've had to cut off are at my beck and call you know that right'

'You wouldnt dare' you snatch out of his grip on your jaw. You felt dizzy moving your head too fast, and the cali was only intensifiying both feeling of heartbreak and dizziness.

'I actually hate you Jude, oh my God, why would you say that?" you softly cried. It was such as slap in your face, espeically because those women he was mentioning were childhood bestfriends that it had taken you ages to get over, still to this day.

You stumble up, stomping into your room, slamming the door shut.

'What, are your feelings hurt baby?" he shouts after me, mockingly. His voice following me up the stairs.

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part 2 may have smut

this was requested, a toxic jude. this page is for my girls that have been through many toxic relationships. im here to heal you LMAOO

[roonilwazlibimagines]

bitch - d.m x female!reader

Blurb: she changes the settings on draco's phone to change the word babe to bitch (kinda modern!au)

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: yeah i am obsessed with slytherin boys react on tik tok sue me but if you like this and want to see more of it lemme know :)).

Masterlist | i have a full imagine of draco being the annoying one and this is the same draco in my mind

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“I swear I was trying to say babe, I would never call you something like that, you know that right?”

“Just give it up, Draco, I know you were trying to be funny, but it wasn’t.” She pouted, hoping he would be able to hear it through the phone.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny!” She knew he was running a hand through his hair, making the tips flick up in a weird way that made her wish she was there to fix it.

“Your phone can’t just change the words you type.”

“Princess, I swear I will leave work right now just to show you.”

The issue was, she knew he would if she didn’t put it to rest and as much as she loved teasing him, she didn’t want to make such a fuss.

“Please say something.” She sighed at his words, pretending to think about the situation.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled out nervously.

“What? Why?”

“I thought it would be funny to change the settings on your phone and-”

“You did this?”

“Yes.” She bit the corner of her lip nervously.

“You’re the worst.”

She let out a small giggle as she said, “but I’m hilarious.”

“Debatable.” She could hear him sigh.

“So,” she hummed, dragging out the end of her word, “will you still pick me up tonight?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I love you lots,” she blew a bunch of kisses into the microphone.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, “I love you too, see you tonight, babe.”

As soon as she opened the door she put her palm out flat.

“Give it to me?”

Draco laughed as he took his shoes off and made his way into her house.

“Give you what?” She scoffed as she stepped aside to let him in, moving her hands to her hips.

“Your phone.”

“Why?”

He moved over to the dining table, pulling a seat out to sit on it, noticing her bare feet and purse half empty resting next to him.

“So I can change it back,” she whined walking over to him and pouting.

“Change what back?” He was wearing a faux innocent look that made her roll her eyes, much to her boyfriend’s amusement.

“Draco,” she said, “I miss when you were begging for my forgiveness.”

“You know what I want to know?” He asked, ignoring her last statement and looking up at her as she raised an eyebrow, her fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. “How did you get my phone in the first place?”

She shrugged her shoulders, copying his innocent act. “I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t leave your phone on the bedside table when you shower.”

“Wow,” he chuckled, “too bad if I had something private on there.” He was trying to act offended but the way the corner of his lip quirked up told her otherwise.

She snorted, moving her hands to fold them across her chest. “What do you have to hide from me?”

“What if I was planning a surprise for you?” He retaliated knowing she had a point.

“For what?” There was no special event coming up for months and even if her boyfriend always made an effort for her, there was no way he was this organised.

“Just because I love you.”

She giggled, leaning down over him to press a soft kiss on his pretty lips.

“I love you too.”

When she pulled away she put her palm out flat again and this time Draco handed it over, sighing as he leant to his side to get the device out of his pocket.

“I assume you don’t need my password.” She rolled her eyes, as if he hadn’t proudly told her that his password was her birthday the second he changed it over.

She tapped furiously on his phone, feeling his gaze on her as she changed it back.

He shuffled to his side when she handed it back to him, a beaming smile gracing her pretty features.

“Alright, now finish getting ready, we have a reservation.”

[aylacavebear]

Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 32

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 4360

Warnings: Dean being Dean, navigating being an empath, suggestive thoughts, longing, Fluff, Premonition, Talk of Bonding (This is something specifically for this AU. I do not see this as a "requirement" to fully connect to someone, but for this story, it is needed).

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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The warmth of the morning clung to you even after you ended the call, Missouri’s voice still echoing in your mind. You let the phone fall from your ear, absently staring at it as you tried to piece together what this meeting could mean. Dean’s arm stayed wrapped around you, a steadying anchor, and the concern in his eyes mirrored the tension humming through you.

Taking a breath, you turned to him, meeting his gaze. “She said Pamela gave her my number, but I don’t know anything about her except what she just told me—that Cole’s being moved and she wants to meet today. I didn’t get the chance to ask her anything else.”

Dean’s brows furrowed, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “Missouri… I’ve heard my Dad mention her, back when I was a kid. Never met her, though.” He shifted closer, his thumb brushing your hand in quiet reassurance. “If Pameal trusts her, that’s one thing, but if she’s gonna meet us here, we’re playing this as safe as possible.” Relieved he was on the same page, you nodded, reaching for your phone again, “Exactly. I’m not stepping out of here until three days after your birthday, and neither are you. Jodi’s the safest option.”

Dean gave a subtle nod but chuckled at how protective of him you were, a wave of adoration trickling through the connection, pulling a smile from you. You dialed Jodi’s number, and you explained the situation to her the moment it connected. True to her form, she was already on her way and ready to act if anything felt off. As you hung up, Dean leaned over and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before climbing out of bed. 

We’re gonna need coffee for this.

You laughed softly at his whispered words and followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter near the pot, just to watch him. It was hard not to relax, watching him move around the kitchen, getting the coffee pot set up. His movements were unhurried, his hair still tousled from sleep. However, the moment he was done, he moved to stand in front of you, his hands resting comfortably on your hips with that adorable, goofy smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

“You know how incredibly beautiful you are in the morning,” he murmured, leaning in, his lips ghosting over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

A blush crept up your cheeks. “Tease,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his chest.

“Yeah, but I know you don’t mind a little teasing.” His low chuckle was warm against your skin as he picked you up in one fluid motion.

The sudden movement made you squeal in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his neck to hold on. He didn’t want you focusing on Cole or meeting Missouri. The two of you had shared an intimate moment before the phone call from Missouri, and he intended to keep you distracted. At least when you were distracted, you were relaxed and even got playful. The tricky part would be keeping his thoughts from delving into detailed fantasies and his body from reacting to the closeness.

“I swear, you just like torturing us both,” you teased, meeting his gaze.

His lips slowly pulled into a very happy smile as he gently set your ass on the counter, his hands still resting on your hips. “Helps build the anticipation,” he winked, gave you a quick peck on the cheek, then moved away to pour you each a cup of coffee. He had to move away. The moment your legs had wrapped around his waist, all he could think about was pressing you against a wall and showing you just how much he loved and wanted you.

“See, you flustered us both,” you chuckled, watching as he tried to focus on pouring the coffee into the cups.

“It was so worth it,” he smirked, his voice low, feeling your arousal through the connection.

Dean gently helped you off the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. The look of absolute love mixed with desire made your entire body hum and your lips part. The tension between the two of you at that moment was palpable, but instead of pushing you further, he gave you that teasing smirk and handed you one of the cups of coffee. Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, you took the cup and tried to calm your racing heart. He really was making it difficult to wait till his birthday, but at the same time, everything he did helped you get more comfortable with the idea of going all the way with him. You shook your head a little, pushing the thoughts away as you followed him into the living room.

However, after you sat beside him, you felt that familiar churn in your stomach: guilt? But it was coming through the connection, and you looked at him, tilting your head a bit. Dean’s eyes were on his coffee, but he was in his head. When he felt your hand on his arm, it snapped him out of his thoughts. “About last night…” he started, and you could feel the wave of guilt and worry breaking through the connection. “I should’ve told you about Cole’s arrest. I just… I wanted you to be able to relax, not worry about it.”

That soft smile found your lips as he spoke, even if he couldn’t meet your gaze. “Dean, I get it. Honestly, I probably would’ve freaked out. I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t keep something from me for no reason.” Your voice was soft but sincere, and relief filled his expression, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Don’t second-guess yourself. You’ve been looking out for me from day one.” Dean finally looked up at you, the look in your eyes matching the things moving through the connection, soothing him further. “I’ll work on that one,” his tone soft, and for a moment, time froze for him. He had been your rock for so long, and now you were being his. Sadly, reality always had a way of interrupting those moments with you. This time, it was your phone vibrating on the coffee table, and as your eyes moved to your phone, time resumed.

“Hi, Jodi,” you began, pausing when she spoke while Dean watched you. “Alright. Dean can let her in. The door is in the garage.” another pause. “Thanks, Jodi. I really appreciate this.” Then, you were hanging up and looking up at him again.

He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand giving your knee a gentle squeeze before he stood up. His expression was calm, but you could feel the flicker of caution moving through him.

“Guess it’s time to meet Missouri,” he murmured, heading toward the first bunker door.

You watched as he opened it, then disappeared as he headed up the stairs, trying to keep your anxiety to a minimum. It was safe, Cole was in custody, and Jodi had confirmed that the woman who had spoken to you was really Missouri and not someone who worked for the Vaughts. Breath, Sweetheart. His whispered words brought that same comfort his presence did, allowing you to even out your breathing again. 

When Dean reached the top of the stairs, he opened the secret door. A woman with a confident yet warm presence was standing there. She was about average height, with sharp, knowing eyes that read Dean like an open book with bold print. Before Dean could open his mouth, though, she was already cutting him off. “You worry too much,” she said, her tone equal parts gentle chiding and playful, like her Southern accent wrapping the words with familiarity.

Dean chuckled and shook his head in amusement. “You must be Missouri. Come on, she’s downstairs.” He moved to the side, holding the door open. Once she was heading down the stairs, he closed the secret door and followed her.

The moment Missouri stepped into the living room, her gaze landed on you, and her expression instantly softened. She knew far more than she had said, but she had to confirm a few things before things could proceed further. Even when Dean closed that second door, her eyes never left you. “Yes, Dean. I’d love a cup of coffee,” she answered the question he had only thought about asking as she took a seat in one of the armchairs.

You blinked, looking between her and Dean, surprise evident on your face, “How…”

Missouri just smiled, “I’m like you and Pamela, dear. I just chose a different path than she did, and you’re still learning how to navigate everything. That’s why I’m here.” Dean grumbled a little under his breath as he headed to the kitchen. “Don’t cuss at me, boy,” Missouri snapped, throwing him a playful glare like an exasperated mother. Her scolding made you laugh a little, which earned you an amused smile from her. All Dean could do was look at her, mutter an apology, and grab her the cup of coffee he hadn’t even been able to verbally ask if she wanted, feeling like a chastised kid.

She returned her attention to you, knowing she had to choose her words carefully, her expression more serious now. “I work with PP&P. They send me in when they need more information on certain premonitions.” Seeing the confusion on your face, she smiled gently. “That’s the Premonition Processing and Protection System. Since the premonitions about Cole came from you, I need to confirm them.”

Before your emotions had a chance to begin spiraling, Dean was back at your side, his hand on your shoulder, instantly grounding you again. “I’m not sure how I can help. I don’t get any sort of warning when they happen, and it’s usually when I’m sleeping.” You explained, a little sadly.

Missouri’s face softened further, and her tone turned almost motherly. “Don’t feel bad about that, sweetie,” she reassured you. “It’s a gift that works in its own time, but we can always learn to understand it better.” She motioned for you to move closer. “Come here. I just need to hold your hand for a few moments. You don’t have to do anything. Premonitions stay in our minds the way we see them. They’ll replay in your mind, and I’ll see what you see.” Missouri explained gently as you gingerly moved to the other end of the couch.

You were a little apprehensive about having those replay in your mind, but there was something about her that made it easy to trust her. She also had a far gentler approach than Pamela had, that was for sure. After a deep breath, you offered her your hand. Missouri’s gaze stayed warm and steady, giving you the sense that, with your help, you’d be one step closer to being safe from Cole and his family.

Dean stayed on the other end of the couch, watching the scene unfold as Missouri closed her eyes. A gentle sensation brushed over your mind, and you let your eyes close as images began moving through your thoughts. It reminded you of swiping on videos to find one you’d want to watch. Missouri focused on your memories from only the last week, an occasional smile finding her lips at things that played out.

Then, that nightmare was there, and she felt your fear as it replayed in your mind while she watched it. With her years of experience, it brought a sharper quality to the nightmare that hadn’t been there when you dreamt it. Her gentle presence helped keep your fear from pulling you into its depths. 

Missouri had spent most of her life honing her skills as an empath, much like Pamela had. But unlike Pamela, she had allowed those around her to bring her comfort after losing her soulmate. With the support of her closest family and friends, she had learned how to live without keeping others out, letting their emotions and thoughts move through the space around her without consuming her. Now, she worked with the PP&P to find the key pieces in premonitions of young empaths, bringing the constants into clarity within the vision. Certain moments in the nightmare popped with color, standing out more than others: Cole’s jeep, the motel, and his words. Missouri went back further, to the other nightmare from before you saw Pamela. Again, certain things were in HD, while others were blurry, pixelated. This time, it was Cole, the gun, Dean and his death at Cole’s hand, and you. Missouri felt your fear rising again, like you were reliving those moments. With quick thought, she gently guided your thoughts to a pleasant memory, the one from that morning that you shared with Dean. The warmth of it calmed the anxiety and fear from those nightmares, letting the tension slip from your shoulders. When she felt you relax, she slowly released your hand, a comforting smile on her lips. Dean couldn’t move from his spot, having watched it all play out in his mind as well in far more detail than the flashed images had been.

“You two share a deep connection. I’ll take care of the issue with Cole. You’ll never have to worry about him again.” Her voice carried a conviction mixed with a gentleness you didn’t receive from strangers. She then turned to Dean, “Dean, walk me out, please.” 

Her request was enough to pull him from the terrifying images of your nightmares. As she stood, you looked up at her, “Wait… how do I get better at all of this?”

She smiled that same soft, understanding smile, a motherly look that was softer than you were used to seeing. “Things will get easier after you two bond.” And with that, she followed Dean out of the bunker, leaving you with a blush in your cheeks and bewilderment in your mind.

Pamela had brought up the bonding thing, too, and now, you were trying not to think about it too much. Tomorrow was Dean’s birthday, and the thought of going all the way still brought up your anxiety. It wasn’t as bad as it was before, but it wasn’t going away like you hoped it would. You slumped back into the cushions of the couch, now lying on your back and staring at the ceiling with your legs over the armrest. 

This sucks… 

Dean chuckled a little when he returned, seeing you like that on the couch. “You know…” he trailed off, and you heard the mischievousness in his tone before it ever slipped through the connection. Before you could tilt your head to look at him, he scooped you up in his arms, making you squeal and hold onto him tightly.

“I think we need a distraction from all this, and a movie won’t cut it,” he stated like it was fact as he headed down to the game room with you still in his arms. 

Looking up at him, you laid your head on his chest and relaxed. “And what’s down there that is any better at distracting me?” you asked teasingly, which made him smirk.

“The pool table,” he replied playfully, and your eyes went wide.

“What about the pool table?” You had to ask, trying not to think about the first night the two of you played and all the delicious things that had gone through your mind.

Dean chuckled as he set you down on the edge of the pool table, letting his hands rest on your hips. “I know the pool table distracts you,” he stated in that low, gruff tone that did things to you that you didn’t want to admit out loud.

It wasn’t the pool table. “Tease,” you grumbled, even if you did appreciate it.

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before he forced himself to walk away and grab the two cues the two of you always used. You carefully slid onto your feet, but the moment you went to set up the balls, he stopped you with his free hand. “Here, hold these,” he whispered before nipping your earlobe, instantly flustering you.

If anything, he knew how to distract you in the simplest of ways, and no matter how much it flustered you, you appreciated all of it. You watched him as he racked the balls, that favorite smirk on his lips, and the almost skip in his step. There were so many small moments where you fell in love with him all over again.

He didn’t comment on the emotions that wrapped around him, enjoying the comfort they brought. Dean just wasn’t sure how to help you get past your fears. They were always there, no matter what you were feeling, tugging on his soul and moving through the back of his mind like a light fog. 

“Shit,” he mumbled out in the middle of the game, then headed to the freezer as you looked at him puzzled. “Forgot to pull something out for dinner,” Dean added as he disappeared into the freezer. You couldn’t help but giggle. He’d been trying to keep you distracted and had ended up distracting himself.

The two of you finished the game before heading back upstairs. He’d chosen a roast since he didn’t have to worry about defrosting time, and it always came out juicier when cooked partially frozen. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, seasoning the frozen chunk of meat in the roasting pan. When you felt frustration trickle through the connection, you gave Dean a puzzled look.

What’s wrong?

He chuckled, I don’t have any vegetables to put in with the roast.

You went over and snaked your arms around his waist since he had finally stopped moving around so much. “I’m sure it’ll taste wonderful, even without the vegetables,” you told him, leaning your head against his back as one of his hands rested over yours.

“When we can finally get out of here, I’m stocking your kitchen,” he teased, making you laugh a little.

“Only if you’re the one cooking in it,” you replied softly, holding him just a little closer for a moment before moving away to watch him again. The question he had asked you nearly a week ago now, was still toying its way through your mind, and you still hadn’t given him an answer… yet.

He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave away his emotions before they ever mingled with yours through the bond. “Are you asking me to move in?” even his tone revealed his hopes.

“Maybe,” you teased him playfully, a smile toying with your lips.

Dean turned back to his task, trying to keep as straight a face as possible. “Might have to ask my girlfriend how she feels about that,” he quipped but glanced at you out of the corner of his, hoping you were in a playful mood and you’d take it how he meant it.

“Well, I’m sure she won’t be too mad, since you haven’t left my side in over three months,” you teased back, enjoying the lightness in the air. It helped stave the worry and fear away.

Dean’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts again, “Touche’.” 

Before he slipped the roast into the oven, you headed to the bathroom for a shower. After grabbing a clean pair of pajamas, you sat down on the toilet and carefully began removing the bandages on your feet, inspecting the cuts and scrapes. They were finally healed enough you wouldn’t have to rebandage them after your shower.

Then, you focused on the bandages on your wrists. The skin wasn’t nearly as irritated as it had been before and nearly completely healed. They were still tender in places, but they wouldn’t need to be wrapped again, either. A smile found your lips. Your physical wounds healing like they had was almost symbolic, a mirror of your emotional wounds healing.

The heat from the water soothed the stress in your muscles. Tomorrow… You had been keeping those thoughts to yourself, still wanting to surprise him. There was still anxiety that came with that thought, but it was far less now, only slightly tightening around your chest. A shaky breath left your lips as the water cascaded over your body, your heart pounding again, this time, though with anticipation.

Dean had watched you go, heard the shower running, and had been sitting on the couch, lost in thought, mostly about you. He knew you were keeping something from him, he just hadn’t been able to figure out what, and he was trying not to let doubt and worry creep into his mind. The steady stream of the water kept pulling his gaze toward the hall. 

Then his mind wandered back to when you’d slipped, when you had first noticed your mark, pulling his lips into a small smile. How your skin looked so soft. How he had wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you close, letting his hands learn every curve of your body. Dean shook his head, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He couldn’t let his mind wander now, as the water had finally stopped.

He almost chuckled to himself at the irony of it. Just as his mind had wanted to play out a beautiful fantasy, you would be joining him soon, and he’d be fighting to keep his hands to himself. You were always beautiful to him, but there was something about you, after you showered, that drew him like a moth to a flame, and he still hadn’t been able to put his finger on why.

“You okay?” you asked, hair still damp and wearing one of his flannels with a pair of sleep shorts, making your way into the living room.

A smile found his lips as he looked up at you. Damn. Might let you steal my clothes more often. He bit his bottom lip, eyeing you up and down, memorizing how you looked at that moment, including the blush that found your cheeks. You ducked your head a little before joining him on the couch.

“I didn’t realize it was yours,” you mumbled a little shyly, snuggling up with him.

Dean chuckled, “I don’t mind. Just means that when I want to wear it, I get to take it off of you.” The way his voice had dropped, the low tease of his words, and the desire that flooded through the connection quickened your breathing almost instantly. 

You took a shaky breath, swallowing hard, but before you could respond, he noticed your wrists. Dean shifted a little, making you sit up as he gently took one of your hands in his. He softly ran his thumb over the faded marks from the ropes that had bound you. Your focus was on his expression and the emotions that mingled with your own.

The pain that you’d gotten hurt, the guilt that he hadn’t been able to keep you safe, the relief that you were okay, and the determination that he’d never let it happen again softened your expression while melting your heart. “I’m okay. It wasn’t your fault, so please don’t blame yourself.”

The tenderness of your words pulled his gaze, his green eyes meeting yours with a love that warmed your soul. Just as a soft smile found your lips, he leaned closer, cupping your cheek. There was so much he wanted to say, but none of them seemed like enough. So, instead, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The way his lips moved with yours mirrored what danced through the connection, everything he couldn’t tell you in words, and you reciprocated, resting your hand on his chest over his heart.

Dean's hand slowly moved along your neck, letting his fingers tangle in your still-damp hair as he held you close while his other hand slowly found your hip. Your quiet moan was lost on his lips, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. There was no rush to his movements as your tongues danced together, and that warmth spread through you.

You focused on him, on his lips on yours, the safety you felt when he was close, and the words Pamela had left you with, a leap of faith. When you didn’t pull away as he deepened the kiss further, his heart sped up. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that dinner was in the oven, and he’d need to keep an eye on the time so it didn’t overcook.

It was typically these moments that reality had always managed to interrupt for the two of you, but this one was different. The phone didn’t ring. The alarm from the security room didn’t go off. And dinner had just been put in the oven only a half hour prior, so it had time still to cook. This moment, the two of you got lost in each other’s arms. Neither of your hands slipped under clothing this time, but they did go exploring while the kiss between the two of you stayed intimate, loving, and passionate. There was tenderness in every touch, a curiosity, and a need to gingerly explore each other. Your emotions danced with his beautifully the more you were able to push your fear aside, focusing on his hope, even if it was a slightly foreign emotion to you.

When Dean finally pulled back, he leaned his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing between you, both of you still holding onto each other. Your eyes met his, those green orbs mirroring your own emotions, bringing a soft smile to your lips. Neither of you had to speak those three little words at that moment. It was blatantly reflected back to you as he drank you in, that feeling wrapping you both in a warm blanket neither of you thought you’d ever find, Home.

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still sleepless in terrasen

hi i wrote this during my recovery teeheehee part 2 to "sleepless in terrasen" @throneofglassmicrofics prompts "charge" and "daybreak" 👀👀

word count: 1,390 (WHOOPS)

warnings: swearing, spice, and smut. NSFW.

ain't nobody doing any sleeping here 👀🤭 enjoy!! also happy belated birthday @mariaofdoranelle!!!! ily maria <3

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Aelin's breath hitched at the sight of a completely nude Rowan, her legs weakening at the intensity lighting his emerald eyes.

"Thought I told you to come here, Ae." The raspy thrum of his voice sent her into motion, and she slowly raised her arms and peeled his soft cotton t-shirt off of her body, tossing it carelessly to the ground.

"Like what you see, hmm?" A lazy smirk unfurled across her lips as she strolled towards him, gleefully noting the way his already-huge erection stiffened at her approach.

He swallowed thickly. "Fuck yes," he groaned, taking one long stride forwards so he could grasp her by the waist and pull her soft, warm skin flush against his. Her pulse thundered just as much as his did, electrified by the promise hanging hot and heavy in the darkness of the hotel room.

She looked up at him, mischief blended with desire swirling in the pools of her eyes. "Then do something about it, Ro."

With a low, hungry moan, he tipped his head down and kissed her hard, coaxing her lips to open for him. She wrapper her arms around his neck, sinking one hand into the soft short strands of his pale hair, and tugged just a little bit, delighted to hear the moan that tore from his throat at the pressure.

"Naughty boy," she teased in a hoarse whisper. "I should've known you'd like a little pain with your pleasure, hmm?"

Quicker than she could react, he tossed her onto the bed, splaying her out beneath him. "Same goes for you, love." To prove his point, he leant down and scratched his teeth gently across her nipples, and she moaned, loud and unabashed. "Good girl," he growled. "Keep making those sounds for me, love."

"Keep...keep going, and I ohhh gods, Rowan!" Aelin's attempt at snark was rapidly drowned out by the utterly divine sensation of Rowan's lips, tongue, and teeth on her breasts, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down her stomach until he was poised between her thighs, eyes glittering darkly up at her.

"Look at your pretty little cunt all wet for me," he murmured, his tongue darting out to swipe the crease of her thigh. "Did you touch your pretty pussy when I left you, love?"

"Yes," Aelin breathed, nodding rapidly. "Fucked myself with my favorite little toy." Smirking, Rowan dipped his head down and flicked his tongue around her throbbing clit, making her groan. "And I--ah, fuck!" Her hips writhed under the sudden onslaught of his tongue into her pussy. "Th-thought about you."

"That's my good girl," he rumbled, and he speared his tongue into her as he pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb and twisted lightly. "Doing this?"

"I...yes, gods yes!" Aelin's moans and whimpers turned to cries as Rowan sped up his pace, feasting on her. When he lifted his burning gaze to her, locking his eyes onto hers, she screamed his name and came all over his face, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. Rowan worked her through the high, his tongue lapping gently against her skin as she settled.

"Fucking hell," Aelin whispered as she calmed down. "So fucking good, Ro." She ran one hand down his chest, fingertips tracing his tattoos, until she reached the thick hardness of his cock and wrapped her hand around it. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes," Rowan groaned, his head tipping back as she stroked him with a firm grip, twisting and squeezing her wrist. She flipped them over so he was on his back and grinned wickedly up at him as she lowered her mouth to his dick, giving his crown a tiny, teasing kiss.

"Is this okay?"

"Fireheart," he moaned. "Fuuuuck, please!"

"Such pretty manners." She kissed the tip of his dick again, and just as he reached down to wrap her hair around his fist, she opened her lips and practically swallowed his whole cock, nearly choking on its sheer size. "Mmm," she hummed, stroking her tongue along the ridges and veins. She wrapped her hand around the base and worked what she couldn't fit into her mouth as he cupped the back of her head and guided her up and down. When she hollowed her cheeks, sucking sharply, he groaned and pulled her off of his cock.

"Keep that up and I'll barely make it two seconds," he said breathlessly. His hands migrated to her waist, brazenly stroking and touching her curves. "Ready, love?"

Aelin rose onto her knees and nodded. "Fuck yes, love. I have an IUD," she added before he could reach for a condom. He nodded shakily, and she sank down onto his cock, moaning at the way it stretched her.

"Good girl," he murmured, "taking me so well."

She gasped, her head tipping back. "So...big," she breathed. "So good, Ro." She rocked her hips, and he matched her pace, guiding her as she rode him faster and faster. Her words jumbled together into garbled moans of his name, and he sat up, pulling her against his chest and working his cock deeper, hitting a spot that had her moaning loud enough to inform probably the whole floor exactly what they were doing.

"So...so close," she panted, lips pressed against his throat. "You gonna finish me, love? Make me squirt all over your massive dick?"

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned. "You fuckin' my ego too, love?"

"Only if he needs it." She smirked, her mirth quickly turning to a groan as he reached between her legs to stroke her clit. "Gods, Ro, yes!"

"That's a good girl," he rumbled, kissing her deeply. "Come for me, love," he ordered, and she did just that, exploding all over his dick. Her nails scratched down his back, leaving fine little red lines through the tanned skin. She swore she saw electricity crackle in the air between them as she came, squeezing him so tightly that he yelled her name and came inside of her, dropping his sweaty head into the crook of her shoulder.

She ran her hands up and down his back, gently this time, as he rocked her hips in small, shallow circles, working her through every last drop of her orgasm. He traced his fingers up her sides and back down, whispered quiet little praises as he carefully pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Mmmph, lemme up," she mumbled. "Gotta pee." Reluctantly, he moved and let her roll out of bed, grasping the nightstand for balance as she told her legs to stop shaking. She ducked into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later to snatch a towel off the shelf. "Shower, love?"

He was in the bathroom in less than ten seconds. She chuckled as she turned on the shower and stepped in, luxuriating in the shower of warmth cascading over her skin. Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and she curved her ass backwards, meeting his dick that was already getting hard again.

"Someone's excited to see me," Aelin teased, turning around in his arms so she could see his face.

He snorted softly. "Of course he's excited. He might love you even more than I do."

Her jaw dropped in shock. "I...what? Isn't it a little early to be saying that?"

"Nope." He cupped her jaw, tucked it back into place, and kissed her, soft and slow. "I love you, Fireheart."

"Gods, Rowan, I love you too." She kissed him back, deeper, and hooked one leg around his waist as he slid into her. He fucked her slow and deep against the shower wall, the warm spray misting around them, and cleaned her up when they were done, dotting tiny kisses on her skin as he went.

She tried to pick up the shirt she'd long since discarded as she went back towards the bed, but he teasingly knocked it out of her grasp and hoisted her into his arms. "Mm-mm, love, not tonight." He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Stay."

"Of course." She curled into his side as he settled her into bed, looping one arm protectively over her waist. Neither of them cared that the faint gray of daybreak was starting to filter through the windows as they fell into sleep, sated and comfortable in each other's arms.

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but for the grace of gods

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Sally/Poseidon Rating: G Word Count: 829

Summary: At the border between life and death, Poseidon holds Sally in the River Styx.

She isn’t sure whether she’s falling asleep or waking up, but it feels like a dream. Her unconscious mind is a revolving door. It’s impossible to say how long it’s been, only that she thinks her eyes are closed. Once the thought enters her head—my eyes are closed—she starts to wonder if it’s true, starts trying to sense what her eyelids are doing, starts waking up or falling asleep.

Her eyes open. It’s dark (well, it was night… somewhere). She’s soaked (it was raining… wherever that was…). She’s alone (she told someone to run…). Until she’s not.

He doesn’t speak, but she can feel him and has the same amount of trust in that feeling as she has in her eyes gauging the dark, her skin the wet, her heart the solitude. The water flows around her, soft like her name, Sally. Abruptly, she has a sense of being supported from below, as if kept afloat on someone else’s body. The water becomes arms to encircle hers, fingers to slip between hers as invisible hands take hold. Hold fast.

“Percy!”

Is the sound of her own voice real?

“Sally,” Poseidon soothes, “you are beyond him. He is beyond you.”

The first might be true; she gasps, kicking her legs as they come to life, instinctively reacting to the Minotaur who’s no longer crushing her. She isn’t where she was. There’s no river in the clearing by the camp’s border. Sally flails and begins to absorb details of the landscape past the river that simultaneously rushes and keeps her still. Black rock—grim, volcanic. Cliff faces that soar out of site. And the people. The only hopeful thing about them is that none are Percy. They can’t be. Not him; not here.

Because she has a feeling she knows where here is, this place Poseidon says puts her and Percy beyond each other. She doesn’t believe that’s true. Yes, there are things only the gods understand, but her relationship to her son is wholly her domain.

Her tears merge into the flow. She can hear Percy praying to her.

I hope you can hear me.

Sweetheart, I can.

She knows it’s a one-way call, that Percy won’t get any sign that she’s listening. She pictures him at camp. She can’t make the river rise up the shore or send raindrops that make thick music in the woods or heat the water when he washes his hands for dinner (at least 20 seconds, Percy, please). When she was there, she would’ve done anything for him, and she can only trust that he’s remembering that now that she’s here. It’s from here, away from the mortal world, that her son’s father used to respond to her own offerings and prayers. She recalls the day, the restaurant, the counter she was sitting at when he stepped into her world and didn’t speak to Percy. Percy who was struggling, Percy who felt so unwanted that day. She and Poseidon have existed, have loved, in opposite ways.

I’m gonna make him see me, her son is swearing to her. I’m gonna make him see us both.

And she wishes it were simpler, that she could tell him how the father who missed every birthday is also the lover who cradles her in the River Styx. There is so much ahead of Percy that she can’t imagine. Herself, for example; she can’t imagine whether or not she’s there, ahead of him, not beyond him like Poseidon claims.

“I’m worried,” she says.

She says, “I’m tired.”

Rocking in the current, she says, “I won’t stay here, will I?”

“No,” Poseidon confirms. “You’ll pass into Hades’ realm. Right now, you’re suspended at the border between life and death.”

“How…?”

“Fortunately, that border is water. You aren’t his yet.”

Not Hades’, not Percy’s. Between life and death, sleep and consciousness. Since she’s neither trailing after Charon nor waiting in line for Club Underworld, it’s Sally’s understanding that the Minotaur didn’t succeed. She’s just taking death for a test-drive. She’d love to steer this one back to the dealership and say, No thanks, lob the keys back across the salesman’s desk.

“Percy’s going to come,” she says on instinct.

But she’s afraid for him, and the water of the Styx runs cold.

“Who wouldn’t come for you?” Poseidon asks tenderly, because he did, he found her here in the deepest, darkest water.

Despite her fear, his touch is a cool cloth to her forehead, suddenly fevered. Her entire body is warming in defiance of the frigid river. It doesn’t feel forced when her knee bends and her arm reaches out, her body reshaping itself to the last posture it held in life. She is slowly remade in gold. Her jacket tugs towards the riverbed, her hair pulls at her scalp, and Poseidon stays with her. Water goes from slicking her skin to shining her gilded hands. My eyes are open, she thinks, her vision a gleam against the dark.

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. Chapter warning has drinking, a drunk and all over the place Buggy, and Sunny just quietly being "what the fuck". Also it's Buggy's birthday. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. I actually have started rewriting it after chapter 5 because I realized I wanted to change some things up.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

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Chapter 6

“I think she’s heartbroken.” Benji said as he and Miss Pins watched you stumble around the shop, looking through stacks of fabric and spools of thread looking for your tailor’s chalk that was tucked up in behind your ear. You had been acting… odd since you told Buggy to leave the shop three weeks ago. You managed to sew a customer’s order to your lap, sewed cuffs inside out on another one, and just now you spent the last hour looking for the blue piece of tailor’s chalk that you tucked behind your ear. 

“Oh?” Miss Pins replied, head resting in her hand as she watched you look through the same stack of fabric again. “You’re a kid, how do you know about heartbreak?”

“I was in love with a girl and she broke my heart.” Benji told her as you finally found the chalk and set it on the table. “We were 12. She told me she wanted someone nicer, which was dumb. I am nice. I just voice my opinions.”

“Well, don’t get hung up on that young romance. Someone else will come around.” The old woman said as you started looking for your scissors next. They were in a cup in front of you along with other tools. “This is really sad. Did she like the idiot that much?”

“I think so.” Benji frowned. “I didn’t like him.”

“Neither did I.” Miss Pins sighed. “So of course Sunny would.”

“Why did she like him?” Benji asked. Miss Pins shrugged.

“She’s always been kind, ever since she showed up here all those years ago.” Your boss replied. “No matter who someone was or how awful they were, she would just be nice to them.”

You finally found the scissors and held them up triumphantly before pausing and staring down at your work. It took you so long to find the tailor’s chalk that you forgot why you needed it and the scissors. You were distracted, half expecting Buggy to come bursting into the shop any moment now with some silly little thing to fix on his jacket, but you were quite firm when you told him to leave that one day, so he must have taken it to heart. You weren’t going to see him again.

Was it fair you got upset because he couldn’t remember your name? But at the same time, the way he reacted was more hurtful. Something stupid like your name. It repeated in your head nonstop and you wished it wouldn’t. He was just so mean about it. Sure, he had been rude and a bit of an ass since you met him, but it was never mean. 

You remembered what you were working on. A customer wanted his jacket to have reinforced stitches in the sleeves but more room in the shoulders to allow him better movement when he used his sword. He had come into the shop and while you even thought he was handsome, you didn’t hide your disappointment that it wasn’t Buggy. Miss Pins gave the job to you and the man paid ahead of time, so you immediately started working. 

Maybe Buggy would show back up.

~

You had been fast asleep until you were woken up by someone yelling outside the shop. You heard your boss shouting from her bedroom window at whoever it was, but you got up to see what was going on. You heard her shout Dammit Buggy! So you headed downstairs to the shop and opened the door. 

Sure enough, Buggy was standing there, glaring upwards at Miss Pins’ window. He swayed where he stood, a bottle clutched in his hand before he raised it up.

“You’re loud too, Miss Pins!” He shot back before shrieking and jumping out of the way. Miss Pins had dumped a cup of water on him. “Hey!”

“Buggy?” You stepped out of the shop and closed the door behind you. His eyes lit up when he saw you and he had a big smile on his face. His face was flushed and he looked so happy to see you.

“Su-Sunny! You’re still here!” He slurred, grinning as he dropped the bottle and threw his arms around you, catching you off guard. “I thought maybe… maybe you left and never wanted to see me again!”

Oh, this was a happy and drunk Buggy. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as well coming off of his clothes. You wondered how much he had already. It was best to send him on his way, to not get involved, but you worried what sort of trouble he would get into if you left him alone, so you called up to your boss’s window that you’d be back later, you wanted to make sure he got back to his ship safely. You picked up the bottle and put your arm around his waist, keeping a firm hold on him to keep him from wandering off.

“‘S my birrrrthday!” He announced as he slung an arm over your shoulder, laughing loudly as you made your way down the road and toward the docks. “I’m… I’m two months… After you. I’m younger.”

“You definitely are.” You mused as you tightened your arm around him. He looked at you with a smirk.

“You’re touching me.” He lifted his arm to have another drink and realized he didn’t have his bottle. “Where-”

“I have it, Buggy.” You told him, holding it up to show him. “No more, okay?”

He looked grumpy until his hand popped off and grabbed it from you, bringing it back to himself. Smirking triumphantly, he raised the bottle to his lips and continued drinking. You weren’t opposed to drinking at all, but you also didn’t want to be around a drunk pirate right now. You wanted to be home and sleeping.

“Which one is your ship?” You asked when you came to the docks. He lowered the bottle and frowned as he looked at them before pointing to one furthest to the right. You hoped he was right as you walked with him to the ship, still keeping a hold on him. Once you dropped him off you’d head back home, but he turned to you with bright and excited eyes.

“Have a drink with me!” He pleaded. “It’s… it’s my birthday.”

“I know it’s your birthday, you told me.” You reminded him. “And I don’t want a drink, Buggy. I need to get home.”

“Please?” He asked as he stopped in his tracks. You kept your arm around him and looked over at him. The happy and bouncy Buggy was gone, replaced with someone different. He looked unsure of himself right then as he asked you, turning his gaze to his feet. You were going to regret this but you sighed and nodded.

“One drink.” You told him, and before you knew it, he was smiling again and taking hold of your hand, leading you up to his ship with his chest puffed out proudly, looking quite happy once more. You followed after him, shaking your head as he led you to what you figured was the captain’s quarters. One drink, that was it, then you’d head home.

He finally finished the bottle and tossed it aside before stumbling over to a cabinet for more. You took a seat on his bed, watching him as he rummaged around before pulling out two glasses and a bottle. He grinned at you, wagging his eyebrows as he brought you a glass and opened the bottle, but you took it from him.

“The birthday boy shouldn’t be pouring his own drink.” You told him as he plopped down beside you. You didn’t trust him to not spill it everywhere so you poured him a glass before your own, setting the bottle out of his immediate reach (which was silly because he could still grab it with his Devil Fruit powers). “Cheers, Buggy.”

He smiled brightly and let his head rest on your shoulder as he gripped his glass tightly. “You’re nice.” 

“I’ve been told that.” You chuckled. “Thanks.” 

“No, no, no, you’re so nice.” He continued gushing. “And… y’know, I’m gonna marry you. You’re so nice, Sunny, and I’m not married, y’know, so we should get married.”

You choked on your drink and set the glass aside, coughing a bit before clearing your throat. Oh, he was so drunk. You reached up to pat his cheek gently. “You’re not going to remember any of this tomorrow, so don’t propose marriage to me yet.”

He tossed his drink back before giving you his glass. You put it beside yours, not wanting to fill it back up. The moment your hand was free he took it in his own, entwining his fingers with yours as he continued his drunken rambles.

“We’ll get married, because you’re so nice to me, and I’ll be so happy.” He continued as he turned to look up at you. “I want to be happy with you, Sunny.”

“Buggy, I want you to be happy too.” You told him. “I don’t know if marrying someone will make you happy, however.”

“Is it because I was an asshole on your birthday? Is… is that why you won’t marry me?” Buggy asked with a frown. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I was mean. I was an asshole. I like you a lot and got scared ‘cause I couldn’t remember your name, and you have a nice name, and I didn’t get you a present.” He suddenly dropped your hand and stood up, marching back over to his cabinet. “Wait, I wanna sh-show you somethin’!”

Oh, Drunk Buggy was just a bit everywhere. Happy, excited, emotional, and apologetic. It was kind of fun to see in a way. He rummaged through the cabinet before hurrying back over to you, tripping over his own feet before falling onto his bed beside you. He held up something and you took it. They were photographs of two young boys, one with a straw hat and red hair, and the other had to be Buggy going by the bright red nose and scowl. 

“That’s me,” He pointed to himself in the photo. “Wasn’t sure if you knew. And that’s Shanks. We… we were best friends on a ship together and then we weren’t.” He frowned. “Haven’t been for a few years.” He sat up on the bed and leaned into you again. “You’re really nice.”

“Thank you for apologizing for my birthday, Buggy.” You told him as you looked through the photos. There weren't many, and they were old, showing their age in their wrinkles and fading color. Buggy certainly was a cute little kid. “I’m sorry I was rude to you.”

He straightened up and put both of his hands on your cheeks, turning your head so you faced him. He glared at you and you wondered what was about to happen, but his gaze suddenly softened and he looked down at his lap, his hands still on your cheeks. “Don’t you ever apologize because you’re perfect and have done nothing wrong ever.”

You put both of your hands on his and moved them off your face. “Buggy, I think you need to go to bed.”

He turned red suddenly and pulled away from you, looking down at his lap as you got to your feet and removed his hat, setting it down on a nearby trunk. You noticed he went quiet but decided not to say anything as you looked for some kind of sleep clothes for him, or did he just sleep in his everyday clothes? When you looked back over at him he was struggling to remove his shirt. You sighed and went to help him get free of it. When you saw his face again, he looked away once more.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you knelt in front of him to help take his boots off. You didn’t trust him to do it himself, afraid he’d topple over and hit his head. 

“I never… with… with anyone before.” He mumbled as he gestured between the two of you. For a solid minute you stared at him as you tried to process what he was thinking, and when it hit you, your face burned as you set his boots aside. “So um…”

“Neither have I, Buggy, but that’s not what I said.” You told him firmly. “I told you it’s time for bed. For you, not me. You need to get some sleep.”

“Canyoustaythenight?” He blurted out. “Please? I don’t… want to be alone.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around this. You didn’t intend for any of this to happen. You were just going to bring him home before going back to your place to crawl into your bed, but he managed to get you to stay for a drink (that you didn’t finish) and now he wanted you to spend the night. 

He was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world right then. It was a little hard to say no, but you did want to make sure he would be okay, so you removed your own shoes before putting your hands on your hips. “Where are your pajamas?”

He shrugged as he fell back on his bed, stretching out across it. His entire body separated for a moment before snapping back together and honestly, it was momentarily horrifying to see it all happen at once. You needed him to explain this but not when he was drunk. You sighed and nudged him to get under the blankets, which he did, watching you once more with bright, excited eyes as you got into bed beside him. Almost immediately he wrapped himself around you, resting his head against your chest as he closed his eyes and sighed happily. 

“So nice, so soft, warm.” He mumbled quietly. You took the chance to remove his bandana, pleasantly surprised to see how long his hair was. Why did he keep it all hidden? You ran your fingers through it as he made himself comfortable against you. “I don’t wanna be away from you again, please, ‘msorry.”

“Get some sleep, Buggy.” You told him as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay? No more talking.”

“Imma marry you.” He sighed. You rolled your eyes and wondered what you needed to expect the next morning.

[usopps-devotee]

know sounds cringe but just hear me out lets say that the red hair pirates just recruited a cute female crew member thats pretty short(like 169cm) and weak. She goes shopping alone in town ,the town the red hair pirates staying at .But than she gets attack by some thiefs that try takeing her money but when she refuse to give them they beat her and leave her with huge red bruises on the arms/legs and on the forehead that start to bleed pretty bad ...she gets still in pain and robbed....walks to the local clinic.Stay in a room to heal. Meanwhile back at ship where the guys are starting to worry about their little pumkpin desides to go searching for her .They go around asking everyone at different food stalls if they seen her keep mind that shanks and his crew are wereing their causal outfit and weapons on and super tall guys so people get scread. They finally get a to a man that saw her.he gives the directions to the clinic. Shanks and his crew get to the reception and ask for their little pumpkin is bit the receptionist tells that she can't tell where their pumpkin is at because if she has not clarifies that visitors are allowed than she can't tell them.Also because she thinks they look suspicious because there pirates

How do you think the guys will react to this fact?

short,,, anon that's like 5'6 ,,,,,,, I'm 2 inches shorter than that (like 162cm or something). please don't bully me on my birthday.

they would be relieved to have located their sweet girl but that doesn't end their worries. What happened, who attacked you, how bad was it to the point where they aren't allowing you to have any visitors? They needed to see you.

If you think they don't sneak in you're a fool, its both startling and heartwarming to hear the sound of Shanks coming in from the window. "Captain! you're here, sorry if I scared you." it was rare to see Shanks mad, the amount of rage in his eyes almost terrified you. "Who did this." his voice was calm it was clear that someone wouldn't make it till tomorrow. You told him everything, how the gifts you had gotten for the crew as well as every last berry had been stolen. From the way you described it he's surprised you made it here on your own.

"I'm so sorry pumpkin, I swear we'll never let anyone lay a hand on you again." You sat up in your bed, wincing a little at the pain. Pulling the captain into a hug, him being heartbroken was worse than all the cuts and bruises you endured. "Shanks I should have known better than to go out by myself, I'll make sure to bring someone with me next time." he gives you a small kiss on the forehead and rubs your back. "See you tomorrow Pumpkin and make to get that visitor thing fixed so we can see you."

Lucky and Yasopp are the first to come and see you, both melodramatic about your current state. Damn near tears while they explained how worried the crew was. Benn ended up stopping by before they left even bringing one of your favorite sweets to make you feel better, although he waited for the two other men to leave, wanting you to have your treat by yourself.

Shanks was the last member of the crew to visit you, to your surprise he came back in with a wide smile and familiar bags. "I didn't look in most of them," he said like you should be proud that he didn't snoop through all the gifts, all you can do is shake your head and smile. "So which one is mine?"

"That my dear captain you will have to wait and see, i want to give everyone their gifts at once."

[flowerandblood]

My Best Friend (10)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]  

[warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing, mention of sex]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Y/N put her panties back on in a hurry, then kneeled down to her shoes, to put them on. Aemond watched her silently, standing to one side. He didn't want her to leave yet, but they didn't have time. Even though, he was only just inside her, he felt a tightness in his chest. Suddenly, her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Klaus knows." She said softly, looking up to see his reaction. "I told him everything."

Aemond looked at her in surprise. He knew, that Klaus suspected something, but he was sure, Y/N wouldn't want to talk to him about it.

"How did he react?" He asked, although he guessed, what it looked like.

Y/N chuckled to herself as she looked down at her shoes, trying to fasten her belt into the right hole.

“Well, as you can imagine, he wasn't happy at first. But when I explained to him, that you didn't take advantage of me in any way, he calmed down. However, I preferred to warn you about this fact, because I suspect, that he will try to start this topic with you." She said apologetically, as she got to her feet and straightened her dress. 

She looked like nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just fucked her on his desk.

He must have appreciated that, as always, she had thought ahead about his feelings as well, and not just her own, and had forestalled him. He nodded at her words.

"I see. All right. It's good that you told him." He said, glancing at her calmly, and she exhaled softly, a smile on her face, as if she felt relieved. He wanted to kiss her.

"Shall we go?" She asked, and he pursed his lips.

"Yes, go first." He said, walking over to the couch and reaching for his jacket. 

He heard her tiptoe over to him and grab his arm. He turned slightly to her, and she kissed him softly, tenderly, her lips moist. He touched her cheek lightly, inhaling her scent, trying to pull her closer, but before he could, she had already pulled away and headed for the door. She gave him a happy look and left.

As he left, he noticed, that Y/N, Klaus, Criston and Marisa were sitting at the same table, talking intensely about something in a good mood. Criston spotted him and waved at him. 

"Aemond, sit with us! I don't think, you can say no to the birthday boy!" He said ironically, it was obvious, that alcohol was beginning to speak through him slowly, but harmlessly. 

Aemond wasn't going to argue. He could have sat next to Criston or Y/N, but he chose her. Klaus gave him a quick look, but didn't say anything.

The conversation was about modern music and how Criston disliked all kinds of remixes and remakes of old songs.

"They take a great hit from the 80s or 90s and turn it into shit and then they play it on the radio." He complained loudly, and the discussion went on. Aemond stared blankly ahead. He realized, that after Y/N told him, that Klaus knew, he felt relieved.

He wrestled with himself for a moment, wondering if he should do it, then placed his hand hesitantly on her thigh, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. Y/N flinched at the sudden touch and gave him a quick, surprised look, then blushed and went back to talking, placing her small hand over his. He grunted in satisfaction.

He saw, that everyone at the table noticed the gesture, but no one interrupted the conversation, as if nothing had happened. He felt relaxed at the thought, that he could now show everyone, that she was his, without even having to use words for it. 

He was generally not fond of tender, sweet gestures around others. When the women, that he slept with, tried to grab his hand or put a hand on him outside, he would immediately pull away, feeling embarrassed.

This time, he wanted his hand to be on her body all the time, so that no man in this club would think, that he might want anything from her. It amused him to think, he was such a possessive hypocrite, but he couldn't help it. 

Luckily, Y/N didn't seem to mind, quite the contrary, her face was radiant. He thought, that he could take her to his apartment today and fuck her all night, to his and her delight.

Suddenly Y/N and Marisa stood up, Marisa extending her hand to her. They obviously wanted to go dancing. The song "Don't bring me down" by the Electric Light Orchestra began in the background. Y/N apologized to him and he had to slide in for her to pass. They held hands and moved into the crowd of dancing people. Aemond stared at them.

He was curious to see, that their dance wasn't simply tossing and bending. They had fun, making a little reference to the verses of the song with their movements, as if they were telling each other a story. There was real joy and euphoria on Y/N and Marisa's faces. 

Aemond had known Marisa for quite some time, knew, that she was sullen and aloof in her day-to-day life. And yet, around Y/N, she was still laughing. He smiled slightly at the thought. Criston stood up, saying, that he was going to get another drink, although it was already obvious, that this should be his last drink.

He and Klaus were left alone. He saw Klaus start to broach the subject. Aemond had reckoned with that and held no grudge against him. If Klaus started sleeping with Helaena, he'd be pissed too.

"I love her so much, Aemond. I really do." He said finally, Aemond looked at him in surprise at this sudden confession. Klaus stared at him, his eyes tired, the anger he had seen a week ago was gone. "I would do anything for her."

Aemond looked at him understandingly. "I know."

They were silent for a moment, Klaus lowered his head, playing with his fingers. Evidently he wanted to add something else, to vent his fears about him and this relationship. He knew, that Klaus was afraid, he'd start sleeping with other women again. Aemond finally found the right words to express his feelings.

"I care about her." He said and looked at him. Klaus looked up in surprise. Before he could say anything, Criston returned with another drink.

Y/N and Marsia danced for a few more songs. They came back, hot, to drink a little. Y/N encouraged them to join them, Criston got up right away, Klaus, after much talking, also let himself be persuaded. 

Y/N glared at Aemond, but he just shook his head. He hated dancing. She smiled understandingly and followed them back into the dancing crowd. Aemond watched them from the sidelines. He felt strangely calm. It was a pleasant change for him.

After a couple of minutes, he saw Y/N pushing his way through the dancing people, coming towards him. She walked over to their table and sat down next to him, exhaling loudly. Droplets of sweat glistened on her face.

"I must drink." She said, taking a deep breath, reaching greedily for her drink. 

He placed his arm behind her, running his fingers along her back. She looked at him in surprise, a shiver of pleasure ran through her. She smiled warmly at him, her face expressing happiness. 

As if she couldn't put it any other way, she just clung to him, pressing her cheek against his chest and placing her hand on his sternum, his hand automatically encircling her. Feeling her scent, he unconsciously kissed her hair and buried his nose in it.

He could see some of the guests who knew him staring at them, but he didn't care. Let them see, he thought. He felt fine. Because she didn't require any confession from him, he felt, he could afford to show her his feelings, as they were. 

Incomprehensible, elusive, hot, pleasant. That's how he would describe them, if she asked. But he knew, she wouldn't. They stayed like that, embracing each other, feeling each other's warmth.

Suddenly someone sat across from them on the couch. For a moment Aemond thought it was Marisa, but it wasn't her. It was Kate. 

Aemond and Y/N corrected themselves, looking at her in shock. Kate watched him as she stirred her drink, she was already very drunk.

"So this is your little reason not to answer me?" She asked with disapproval and amusement, shifting her gaze to Y/N. 

Aemond clenched his jaw tight, shocked at her insolence. He literally ran out of words.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked through pursed lips, 

Y/N looked from her to him, scared and embarrassed, not knowing, what to do. Kate raised her eyebrows.

"Me? Look at you. Are you playing knight now? Do you strangle her too when you fuck her?"

Aemond slammed his palm against the table, jumping up suddenly. Y/N screamed and jumped at this sudden movement, people nearby glanced at them, wondering what was going on. 

Aemond moved forward as if to literally rip the woman in front of him and Y/N grabbed his arm to try to stop him. He pulled away from her forcefully, not looking at her. He looked at Kate with eye full of rage and hatred.

“I dreamed of strangling a certain woman. Looking at you reminded me why. Now get up, get your things and get the fuck out of my club or I'll fucking kill you, you stupid bitch." He said in a low, dead voice, his eye was black. 

Y/N had never seen him like this before. His jaw was tight, his hands were clenched into fists, he was practically shaking with rage. Kate stared at him in genuine horror. She took her drink with a trembling hand and, staggering slightly, glancing at them, headed for the exit.

Aemond ran a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. People around them were whispering to each other, but it couldn't be heard over the music. Aemond took the jacket in his hand without looking at her.

"I have to go out for a cigarette, I'll be right back." He said and he left the table without a word, heading for the staff exit. Y/N sat up, her heart pounding like crazy. She took a sip of her drink, feeling her mouth go dry. Her hands were shaking.

Aemond opened the door with a loud bang. He took his cigarettes impatiently from his pocket, flicked his lighter several times, before she was able to light it. He paced around, fueled by rage, letting out a deep breath.

"Fucking whore." He said to himself through clenched teeth. 

He wondered, if all this would follow him forever. He heard the door open behind him. Thinking they were drunk guys, he opened his mouth to tell them to get the fuck out, but he saw out of the corner of his eye, that it was Y/N who had followed him, her hands on her shoulders. 

She looked at him uncertainly, as if she didn't know, if she could approach him. He sighed heavily, taking another drag.

"Give me a moment. I'll be back in a minute." He said calmly, without looking at her. 

Instead of backing away, she walked towards him. Frustrated, he wanted to repeat, what he had just said, but she spoke first.

"Can I try? I've never smoked." She said, reaching out for his cigarette. He paused for a moment, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and laughed helplessly, exhaling smoke through his nose.

"Another first time with me? Are you sure?" He asked, anger, rage, desperation and lust mixed in his gaze as he took another puff. 

She just smiled without letting go of her hand. Intrigued, he handed her his cigarette, puffing out smoke again. She took it between her fingers.

"And what should I do? Just enlist?” She asked, looking at him uncertainly.

"How else do you imagine it?" He asked rhetorically and she laughed. He felt the tension slowly leave him.

Y/N put the cigarette in her mouth and took a drag. She exhaled the smoke and coughed loudly, her tongue sticking out in disgust, her face an expression of pain.

She waved her hand in front of her face, blowing the smoke away and covering her nose. Aemond chuckled and held out his hand, she handed him the cigarette back immediately.

"I don't want to have anything to do with it. It's terrible. How can you like it?” She asked, staring at him in disbelief, another cough left her lungs.

"It doesn't taste good. That's not what it's about.” He said amusedly, taking another puff, his cigarette almost gone. Y/N raised her eyebrows.

"Then it’s about what?" She asked, a note of irony in her voice. He looked down, shaking his head. He kicked a little stone in front of him with his boot, exhaling smoke through his nose.

"Stay with me tonight." He said, taking another drag, not looking at her.

"Here?" She asked embarrassed, her face warm, but not only from the alcohol. Her eyes were glowing.

"No. In my apartment."

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En-Coaching (a free commission tale)

“Holy Mackerel,” I said. The words felt odd leaving my mouth, but what else could be said as I looked upon my reflection. Only, it wasn’t my reflection. It was me. But not me. “What’s happening?!” I brought my hands to what was my—this—whoever’s this chest was. The touch of meaty pecs filled my hands. I started to cry out, but I noticed my voice was deeper, growly, and more manly.

The me standing across from where I stood started to act similarly freaked out. He stooped lower and ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t seem to react, just slowly digesting what he saw. Then he brought his hand up to his—my?—chest and looked down at himself in confusion. “Jesus, fuck!” He cried with my voice—a high, whiny sound.

“Calm down, both of you,” Devon stated. Well, technically Dr. Devon, but between him and I, we both used our first names. It was too pretentious for two friends to call each other ”doctor” for their PhDs. “I can explain.” And he did, stopping every now and then to see if we digested what happened. So basically, when the Chad (the college’s football coach) and I (the chemistry professor) volunteered for an experiment with our friend Devon (the “Mad Scientist”) in exchange for a couple beers, he switched our bodies.

Needless to say, Chad and I gave Devon a piece of our mind. On this one thing Chad and I agreed on. Usually he’d tease me for my weak noodle arms or my nerdy glasses. And I’d purposefully make him feel stupid and brutish. But despite me calling Devon swears in several languages and Chad threatening to beat Devon into a pulp (with my tiny fists by the way), Devon told us the switch couldn’t happen just yet. He needed to collect data from us.

I thought I would hate being the dumb, jock coach, but when I had to run the football practice, I found it was exciting. His body already knew what to do. His reflexes were innate to his body and I used my mind to figure out what was supposed to happen. The jocks all fell in line. I used to hate them when they were in my chemistry classes. They were clumsy idiots who always skirted by on the favors of the college to graduate. Now they looked on me like a hero, a leader, a mentor. I worked those boys hard. Eventually I felt myself acting more and more like the coach.

Chad did poorly in my body. He lacked my knowledge and skill, so he blundered his way through the lessons. I should have felt awful (especially since it was my career at stake), but I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t my problem. Let that nerd figure it out. Because of his poor performance, the students started to respect him less. The boys from the team gave him such a hard time. Chad still thought he was their coach and bro, but he was just some nerd prof trying too hard to relate to jocks. It was pathetic really. Chad was trying to show off his football knowledge in his scrawny body. Trying to be a bro.

When he got his ass handed to him, I got bored and went home (well, Chad’s home). A day after coaching and working out, his body smelled rank. I stripped off his clothes and I admired his body in the mirror. I guess I should call it my body. I felt up his abs. The way his skin stretched tightly over this stomach was so hot. I flexed in the mirror and kissed each bicep. My body was so hot! I laid on his bed and started to fondle his huge balls. I stroked his massive cock. It was amazing how it still looked massive in his large hands. With my old hands it’d look even bigger. More impressive. I was close to getting off when I heard the front door of his house open. I wasn’t worried. His body gave me so much confidence. It wasn’t something to be hidden, but something to be shared and loved.

Chad’s wife came in to the bedroom. By the look on her face, this was a surprise: to find her husband ass-naked on the bed, smelling like a college locker room, stroking his massive cock. But she welcomed the surprise. With a smile she asked if it were her birthday, and I said, “yeah, babe, blow the candlestick.” I made that bitch choke on this cock. I need to call Devon and ask about making this situation more permanent.

[jina-juhi]

Birthday.

~Kim Namjoon x female reader.

Playlist for this vibe~

• Birthday by Ten.

• make me feel by Elvis drew.

• bad drugs by King Kavalier.

• codeine by solv

• dangerous hands by Austin Giorgio.

• your body by Jimmy brown, Rovv.

Authors note :- Hey guys this is jina, introducing @covertlydark, she's my friend and from now on we both will post our content on this page. hope y'all enjoy

• Reader's pov •

"Okay, This one?" my husband asks the same thing maybe for the sixth time for the night, his voice flat and heavy.

"Noo, we'll watch this some other day. I'm not feeling it right now." My voice lowered on its own at the end of my response when I heard his exhausted sigh. But he still manages to be patient with me.

"This one? This better be the one."

"Nope. Already watched this one."

"Without me?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

"Namjoon, we watched it together." I deadpan.

He scratches his head. "Oh yeah, right. I have an idea, you stay here to get ready, and decide which one you wanna watch while I prepare the table for us, the food is here and the cake is already waiting in the fridge."

"Okay." I smile at him and at the way his brain makes quick decisions and plans, a major contrast to my indecisiveness. He mirrors a smile and his lips brush against my cheeks and give me a quick kiss.

I bury my face in between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his fresh scent of soap and shade of spice and musk. My favorite combination. His mouth touches my bare shoulder and I can feel the curve in his lips against it.

"Go wash up, birthday girl." his husky voice and hot breath fell on my skin leaving a thrill in my spine.

"Be quick or I'll eat the cake myself!" he got up and sang on his way out of the bedroom. I shake my head at his goofiness and stretch my arms on the empty bed, squealing in content.

I hop into the shower and try my best with a little time in my hands. The insta-routine with all that exfoliating and shaving always takes a toll on a girl.

I hear the ringing on my phone after I'm dressed, Seojun's name on my screen, a friend who is also my senior colleague. A frown grew between my eyebrows because one thing that Seojun surely does not do is call after working hours.

I answer while I mindlessly flatten my black flowy dress and fiddle with my necklace, Namjoon gave me last night. It is the prettiest piece of jewelry I ever owned. He slipped it around my neck while I slept in his arms last night and I woke up with a shiny turquoise stone sitting on my chest.

"Happy birthday!" a scream drills my ears from the other side of the line and then an apology, not for me but for a really angry lady. I laugh at her carelessness. "Thank you for the wish, not for the hearing aid bill."

"Oh come on. Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday? I thought you were on leave because you were going somewhere. Jin told me with a cocky-ass grin on his face. I wanted to know it from you not him..." I tune out her blabbering.

I exhale a breath annoyed at the fact that I specifically warned him not to tell anyone. But it's too late now I think he went around the office with a banner of that information because I could hear my notification box exploding.

I don't like it when too many people know about my birthday. It gets overwhelming with all the wishes and responding to everyone with an equal amount of emotion so that the person wishing me does not think I am not grateful or something. I am. I really am, the thing is I don't know how to react to them.

My excitement for my birthday is as same as my excitement for hugging a porcupine. It is just a normal day for me, not for my husband. He is filling the gaps in my lacking enthusiasm because he has got tons of it.

"...and then you know what he told me? He told me that I am not that important to you!? the man really got some nerves to say that on my face. I swear-"

"Okay okay! Calm down. You can discuss him some other time." I huff.

She scoffs and then grumbles, "no one wants to discuss him. Well anyways, I'll be out of your hair. You must be getting ready to go out, right?" exciting curiosity enters her voice. "I mean of course you are. You are THE party girl after all. Wear something sexy, that husband of yours will fall for you all over again..."

Wow, sometimes I forget about how much she talks.

"Seojun, we're not going out. We are just celebrating at home. I wanted to keep it small and simple." I cut in between her chattering.

"Oh." she was speechless after the 'oh'. I know she tried her best to make it sound less pitiful but well she failed. Yes, I've always been the party girl but I guess people change.

I didn't want to go through all that hassle of going out and posting pictures just because I am supposed to do so. I'll do all that when it feels right and when I'm in the mood to go to some fancy restaurant.

"Okay. Well, enjoy your evening. Happy Birthday again." The call ends after I thank her and assure her to call later.

Maybe I'm feeling this because I'm not in my twenties anymore. Am I getting boring? The past-me would be so disappointed, in her eyes, the present-me is lame and boring. If anyone hears this in the office maybe they'll think the same.

You are not fun anymore.

My subconscious screams. I should not have forced Namjoon to stay in today I should have listened to him. What if he thinks-

"Y/N!" I hear his voice anchoring me to earth. "I called your name three times. You okay?" he looks at me with concern but I mask my face with a smile.

"Yes. Just thinking...which one of these should I wear?" I hold up two pairs of earrings while he closed the distance between us in just two long strides.

He changed into a black shirt- with sleeves folded, shriveled up to his elbows- and black pants, looking handsome as ever even in something so simple like this. His hair was perfectly set, not blocking the view of his gorgeous face. He always leaves me mesmerized.

He wraps strong arms around my waist and tugs me closer to him, and uncountable butterflies escape dancing in my stomach. Even after five years of our marriage, he pulls out that effect on me that I know would be the same forever. Every touch, every kiss is like a first. Better than the first.

"The gold ones." his full lips touch my forehead reaping my tiny smile. "Now tell me what is really going on inside this head." he kisses the same spot again.

I sigh against his chest. "How do you always know?" I squint my eyes at him earning his soft laugh.

"Always." he simply shrugs.

He waits patiently for me while I contemplate what to say. "Am I getting boring or... lame?" the question sitting on the tip of my tongue finally made it to my lips.

He frowns and searches for my eyes but I settle them on his chest, and so do my palms. "What makes you think that?" his deep voice pins me with a question. I shrug to lighten the mood, "Nothing it's just the birthday blues hitting me. You know how I was, I used to be the girl who looked forward to going all out and having fun on birthdays. And now... I just don't feel that way."

I finally look him in the eyes and he looks at me with his soft ones with an understanding look. "Now I absolutely feel like I'm getting old." I chuckle lightly.

"Hey... you are not lame or boring. We still go out and have fun when we feel like it. Sometimes I feel the same way, to stay at home and have a good quality evening, just the two of us. That does not mean we are boring people. It simply means we can enjoy ourselves no matter what age we are or the setting is. We are just normal people in our thirties, having fun together in our own way." he finishes with a firm steady voice making me believe every word he said and cherish it, tattooed on my heart.

"Normal people," I whisper out repeating it in my head with a smile. My chest balloons with emotions. He makes me look at things from different perspectives. Good perspectives. He is the anchor of my ship in the vast sea and I will forever be grateful to him.

Now both of us smile. A real one with no masks. He hugs me tightly, healing every tiniest crack in my soul.

"Also," he moves his nose and traces along my neck to my ear. His hot breath rushes on my skin making me twitch with giddiness. "...I don't think boring people do things we do in bed or... kitchen or bathroom. Especially not the ones we did last night and this morning."

My breath gets caught. Eyes wide and lips parted at his low tone. My head replaying what he just reminded me. White silk sheets, whispered promises, his heavy breaths and grunts, his hands tracing the goosebumps of my skin, his tongue on my—

Heat rushes to the south of my body and my face. He breaks the hug to have a good look at my face and fucking laughs at my state.

I suppress my smile and slap on his buff chest. "Now if you are done thinking about obscene things then let's go I have something to show you." he covers my eyes and starts guiding me through the hallway.

"Nomjoon I don't think covering my eyes is necessary."

"Shh. Ofcourse it is. Just walk." We enter and stop in I suppose the living room.

"Okay now, ready?" He finally says.

"Yes!"

He removes his hand and back hugs me while I open my eyes taking in the view of the living room. I gasp at the beautiful set-up he arranged, a canopy decorated with tiny fairy lights and cushions scattered under it and my favorite duvet.

He set the dinner table with plates and my favorite food, a bottle of red wine and glasses sitting next to them. Bunch of scented candles here and there, radiating warmth and light in the darkest of corners just like he fills my life, my soul, with his presence.

"Happy birthday, baby."

The pressure builds behind my eyes and in my throat constricting my words. I blink a few times to drive out the moisture in my eyes.

He settles his chin on my shoulder maybe waiting for me to say something but I'm speechless at his gesture.

"You like it?"

Like? "I love it, Namjoon. All this... It's so beautiful." my voice shakes with emotions.

"Thank you. So much. This is perfect." he turns me towards him, "glad you love it."

I lace my hands on his neck, raise on my tip-toes to make up for our height difference, and lock my lips with his soft ones. He sucks in a breath and yanks me flushed against him to deepen the kiss. His sweet taste invade my tongue.

Namjoon groans, and his hand fist the locks of my hair. His lips glide on mine and our chests glued to each other running out of oxygen. He brushes his lips against mine one last time. Breaking the kiss before it gets heated and we end up in the bed like always.

"I love you," I say in a daze.

"I love you." He says back his eyes gleaming in the candlelight and his face glowing with a golden tint. He is fucking perfect. He completes me. Every crevice in my life. We complete each other.

We sat at the table for our evening candlelight dinner. He opened the wine bottle with the cork opener and poured the content, an action that had no right to be that sexy.

"Enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

I hide my smile behind the glass. "Hmm, maybe." I sip the rich red liquid while soaking in the hard work he put into all this. "How did you do all this on your own? How long was I in there, four hours?"

He rasps out a laugh. "One hour. You were in there for one hour, thank god i completed it way before you walking in on me trying really hard to figure out how the hell am i supposed to hang that thing." He gestures towards the dreamy canopy. I would have loved watching him do that.

"Do you know what the most shocking part is? I didn't break anything today." He jokes. "Wow, that's a new record. I'm impressed, Mr. Kim." Our chatter and laughter mingles with the cozy air around us. We finish off what I call, the best meal I had in a long time. He sang me the birthday song while I cut the cake, his goofy playful side returning to him.

These are the little moments I treasure the most in our relationship. No grand gestures, no phones, no office talk, just us. I'll never be tired of this. Of him.

We settle ourselves under the canopy net after dinner. He brought his laptop to watch some k-drama or a movie. "Decided what you want to watch?" he asks me. "Yeah. Since today is Monday I think the new episode of the one we were watching is out by now. I'm so excited to watch that only three episodes are left."

We cuddle under the duvet. I feel safest and comfortable when he cuddles up and grips his arms around my tummy.

His chest moves subtly against my back. I feel every rumble in his torso when he laughs at something comedic. I barely pay attention to the drama. I miss reading the subtitles when the main character said something important about the story. I rewind the scene, "sorry I missed what he said."

He hums and kisses on top of my head. The scene replays but I get distracted yet again when my husband ran his hand on my stomach to my hip, giving it a squeeze before resting it there.

Well, this was not the first time. It is almost normal now. Almost, because every time he gets my mind fogged up.

I replay the scene again this time without saying anything and he too stays quiet. His hand grazes the texture of my dress, resting right on the curve of my thigh.

My mind is blank. Laser focused on his touch. And for the third time, I watch the same thing.

Great. Fucking great. I can't even read the damn subtitles.

"Can't read the subtitles, honey?" he reads my thought in a subtle mocking tone above my ear and my chest tightens.

"He is... talking too fast it's impossible to read that much within seconds." I justify after clicking pause on the screen. He hums in response in a way of saying, 'yeah right'. Not buying any shit. "What? unlike you, I have to pay attention to both the subtitles and the scenes."

Of course, living with him I have improved my Korean but I am not perfect at it.

He chuckles in his deep voice which always sinks into my heart, as deep as it is. "He barely said ten words." And just like that, I'm caught. Thick silence surrounds us, turning up the anticipation.

His lips skim over my neck. I am quiet but the sounds of our breathing fill the air.

He kisses the soft spot on my neck while his hand moves further to the hem of my dress. It takes him no time to find out that I'm already wet for him because I skipped wearing my underwear.

I exhale sharply when his cold fingers swipe between my folds. He groans in my neck, "Fuck. No underwear?" His voice is strained and breathy sending a shiver down my body. "There is no point in wearing one." I manage between my pants and focus back on his fingers working in the slowest circles.

"You're gonna kill me if you keep saying things like that so innocently."

I turn towards him to meet his mouth with mine. He props himself over me. His tall frame consumes my short one. His warmth radiates in the deepest of my soul, renewing it.

He takes away his fingers and I almost cry at the loss of contact. I whimper between our kisses. Namjoon kissed me the same as he fucks me, rough with a burning passion. Claiming me all over again.

"Take this off." He commands tugging on the cloth and making me sit. I collect my hair to side them and he took the hint to unzip me. He drags the zipper down taking his sweet time, his way of saying- you're not getting what you crave so easily.

In a quick slide, the dress comes off leaving me naked and at his mercy. The fact that I am completely bare before him and he is still in his clothes is so unfair and a fucking turn-on. I can feel myself dripping down. We haven't even started yet.

My eyes flicker down to his pants a huge bulge down his waist. I palm his erection and rub it until his breaths become short and fast. I fumble with the button and the zip to free him.

In a quick movement, he pins my hand above my head making me lay down on my back. The light from the fairy light makes his eyes glimmer. He stares down at me and I can feel the love he holds for me. A love without judgments and conditions.

"Today is all about you."

We exchange a smile. He peppers open mouth kisses on my chest. My heart thumps louder between my lungs. His tongue smooths over my skin offering my breasts his much-needed attention. His tongue flicks, licks, and laps on my hardened nipples making me moan, and giving me intense pleasure in every way possible. His hand made up for the other one twisting it between his fingers.

He reaches to my belly unhurriedly caressing the goosebumps. Sending a buzz of electricity in my body. Every touch, every caress is always filled with possession and lust.

He moves further down stopping just above the part of me begging for his touch. He lifts his head to look at me with a devilish glint.

"Click on the play button." He says.

"What?" I blurt out loudly, it sounds funny. I would have laughed at myself but I decide not to. His smile gets wider.

"Just do what I say, Y/N."

My heart will do anything he says if he takes my name in such a way. I click play and the scenes continue. I look back at him and raise my eyebrows at him to say something that's going on in his wicked mind. But instead of any explanation, he dips his head between my legs and I watch his tongue poke out to flick on my clit sending a jolt of electricity in me. He cursed under his breath when he watched how i reacted.

"You take your eyes off the screen, I take my tongue off of your sweet little pussy." He pins me with a playful look.

"But that isn't fair." My voice wavers.

"It... is" between his words, he licks a thick strip with his tongue from my wet entrance to the sensitive apex with a torturous slow speed and my mind staggers in response.

With hooded eyes I watch his beautiful lips curve up in a smirk as if he can see through my poor soul, what effect that action had in my mind, clear as a sky and the sun of reasoning clouded in an instant.

Well, he will always know what effect he has on me. Also, the sight of his face- with that wicked gleam in his eyes- between my legs, I can't expect anything else.

And I lay in a frenzy no longer able to decide what's fair and what isn't, all I wanted was his tongue on me for a lot longer than it just was.

He tips his head towards the laptop silently commanding me to focus my eyes on it, knowing me very well that I won't argue anymore.

I do what he said. Now, all I can feel is his tongue lapping on the sensitive skin making my whole body shudder and moan under his spell. He pushes one finger inside me. Perfect pressure against my walls. The sensation runs through me like an electric current. Heighten every nerve ending on its way.

The power of a slowly building orgasm force my head to watch what he's doing to me and when I turn, his sharp eyes are already watching me like a hawk.

He stops.

He fucking stopped. All that I was just feeling ruined like a sand castle in a wind. A useless heap of sand was all that was left.

"Need another chance, baby?" he speaks up cheekily. I am mad. Annoyed. It probably shows on my face because he rasps out a laugh looking at me. I will keep this in mind when he is at my mercy.

"Yes."

Yes is all I can say. He resumes working on my pussy after I avert my eyes to the screen barely paying attention to the story. The tip of his tongue flicks on my swollen nub and my hands clutch on the cushion for my dear life. Head trying to stay put.

Soon he adds a second finger and then a third while sucking on my clit. Speeding up and edging me towards oblivion. My breathing is harsh, familiar feeling lingering at the base of my spine.

Long gone the soft moans, and screams of pleasure left my throat. My eyes flutter close on their own.

"Eyes on me now." His voice laced with pure lust and... Oh God, the contact of his heated gaze tips me off the edge. And I come. Hard. While chanting his name and whispering how good he makes me feel. Free falling into bliss.

"That's it. Good girl." He wisphers lowly with a strained voice. My body mourns the loss of his fingers. He looks at me and licks his fingers clean, tasting me. God, this man will be the death of me.

I pant, my chest falls and rises dramatically to catch my breath. It feels like I was drowning and I just made it to the surface.

He closes the laptop with a flip. I'm still in a trance when I hear the clank of his belt. I watch him settling between my legs, opening his button and zipper to free himself from the constraint. Pushing his pants slightly down. My fingers clutched his soft hair. My heart skips a couple of beats waiting and eager for him, banging on my ribs trying to leap out.

He placed the tip of his hard cock ready to be inside me but still not giving in, making me whimper. He kisses me, burning with desire, silent permission for carrying on what we started. He pauses to look me in the eye.

"How do you want me, hm? Gentle... or do you want me to fuck you hard?"

My breath got stuck somewhere in my lungs. Without breaking the trance of his gaze, I snake my hand down to hold his cock, pushing just the tip inside me. "Fuck me. Harder." I say, earning his amused-proud smile.

He sits upright and lifts my right leg to anchor it on his broad shoulder. He pushes inside me completely, inch by inch with a steady pace. It warms my heart that even if i gave him permission to be rough with me he knows It always takes me time to adjust to his sheer size. Both of us moan because of how fucking good it makes us feel. Bodies shuttering as he finally moves once i am ready.

This time he thrusts so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs. His hand trails up my stomach to my breasts, pinching my hard sensitive nipple making me cry out his name.

"Tell me, still think the things we do are boring?" He wraps his hand around my neck with a firm delicious pressure while the other one plays with my breast.

I shake my head unable to voice out coherent words. All I can do is float in the magic he creates. I reach out for him but he is a bit far. He slows down and frees my legs and guides my arms around his neck to be closer to me. He kisses me as if it has been days without it, picking up the pace where he left off.

He is still clothed. The picture of his clothed body over my naked one doing the most intimate things is erotic to me.

Though I want to touch him. Feel him. Closer than we already are. My hands fly toward the buttons of his shirt. Undoing each one of them until my hands find their home.

His muscles ripple and his body shudders when I drag my touch slowly to the south. Feeling every curve of his criminally toned body, finally reaching his ass to feel the intensity of his thrusts. He groans out a curse.

"See what you fucking do to me? You make me so impatient, can't even wait to undress before I fuck my wife's tight pussy."

He slams inside me with immense force. I sob hearing him say these things with such ease. No holding back. His dark side resurface with teasing words laced with sin itself, pouring out of his smart intellectual mouth. It always leaves me in awe.

"Namjoon..." I can't recognize my voice as I moan his name breathlessly.

"I'm so– so close, please." Tears leave my eyes as the plea leaves my lips. His thrusts become more rough and harder. His fingers reach my clit. Firm strokes and overstimulation finally cracks through me. i surrender to the climax for the second time this evening. I lost my count for the day as our morning started early today.

"I've got you. I've always got you, baby."

My walls squeeze him tight. He grunts with every jerk. With a louder moan he finishes and empties himself inside me. I love watching him loose control, how his beautiful face twists while he gives in to the pleasure. The way his heavy breaths fall on my skin. It makes my heart swell to watch him like that. A sheen of sweat makes him sparkle. Both our bodies limp as the energy drains out along with our shattering orgasms.

He pulls out and lays beside me. He grabs a tissue and gently cleans up the hot mess we made. He always insists on doing that even after my half hearted protests.

Securing his strong arms around me he brings me closer to his heaving chest. "Tired?" He asks in a whisper while kissing lightly on my shoulder.

I weekly nod to answer. "Really? I was thinking of another round," he says and we laugh wrapped into each other, both knowing that none of us barely have the energy left to move.

"Enough orgasms for today, Mr. Kim." I mumble. I turn towards him to hug him properly. The back rubs, his breathing and the beats of his heart makes my body relax without any effort.

"So how was your birthday?" his chest vibrates with his question.

I place a kiss on his heart and with a satisfied smile I answer, "The best I ever had."

• Author's note

~ Written by @covertlydark

Hope you like it. Do tell me in the comments if this gave you butterflies lol... or you know somthin' close to it. <3

[x-sol-x]

Rider's Quadrant discord War Games drabble submission: Squad birthday party.

spoiler warning: though this is a fanfic and nothing in this post is necessarily canon, there are potential spoilers ahead for Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros.

I don’t really like celebrating my birthday, but I feel a strange twinge of happiness looking around the small party my Squad has put together, inviting all of the people I care about. As I sit next to Xaden, I see him looking at Violet. Not looking, staring. "Have you told her?" I ask him. His head snaps to me, looking unamused. "Told her what, exactly?" "That you’re head over heels for her." I muse. He shakes his head and a dark grin spreads across his face as he cocks his head towards Imogen. "Have you told her?" he says, all amused again. "We're just friends" I answer immediately. "Sure, you are." he says. "Violet told me the other day that she thought me and Imogen were a thing. That she was staring at me while sparring because she was into me. I told her she was looking at you, instead." Hearing that, I rise instantly, making my way to the bar feeling a massive need for alcohol as I hear his dark laugh fade behind me. The thought of Imogen being into him, into anyone else brings up a sudden urge of utter jealousy.

I unzip my leather jacket at the top, needing fresh air, when I suddenly feel fingers tap my shoulders. I whirl around, biting out "Leave me alone, Xa-" when a scent I'd recognize anywhere hits me; mimosas and leather. A flash of hot, pink hair floating on the balmy April air. "Hi, Imogen" I say, softly. "Hi. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, trouble maker." she says with that mischievous grin she always gives me. "Thank you." I say, staring at her. She unfolds her hands from her back and hands me a tiny box she’d hidden there. "It's just something small." She seems unsure, almost insecure, something I've rarely ever seen on her before. I take the gift with both hands and carefully open it to find a piece of... twine? Dark, pink twine. A color I swear I’ve seen before, one that makes me stomach drop for some reason, feeling melancholic all of a sudden. I look at it, confused and lost in thought. "It was your mother's." she adds. "She gave it to me when I saw her practicing knots once and really liked the colour. I've kept it ever since." My stomach hollows out thinking of my mother. Of Imogen and my mother together.

Unable to stop myself at the urge to touch her, my body reacts before I can think clearly and I give her a soft kiss on her cheeck. Pulling back, I see her staring at me. Eyes wide, frozen and mouth popped slightly open. So devastatingly beautiful. I stare at her, at those lips. Thinking of how they would look wrapped around my c-. I shake my head immediately, cutting myself off from that thought. We're friends, I don't want to ruin that. Especially not with everything going on at the moment. "Thanks, Imogen. This means a lot, more than you know." I say, snapping her out of her spell, too. A blush creeps up her neck and she nods softly. I turn to walk away and hear her say "Garrick, I..." before answering "It's okay, I know." Not daring to look at her. I can't, because I don’t know what I will do if I do. I need to go up to my room to relieve myself of the massive boner pressing against my leathers. Making my way up, I smile to myself, feeling a twinge of hope and thinking that the way Imogen was looking at me might be the most beautiful birthday present I've ever gotten. Even if I'm not sure I'll ever be able to cross that line and lose my best friend. My beautiful best friend.

[naturallyalisia]

Jamaica Day 2

Today was my great grandma’s birthday, we celebrated yesterday with a home full of children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren. A blessing beyond what could be imagined for a family. Today with it only being my immediate family mother,grandmother & bonus grandfather included and extended family we spent time with granny and gave her gifts. My gift was simple a simple nameplate and one of her favorite chocolates Cadbury fruit and nuts. It was a shame that the heat caused it to melt but the fridge saved it luckily regardless of how lumpy 😂. The smile on her face I swear is currency enough ❤️

After this I went to visit my father’s grave. I’ve never gone when I was here last over 20 years ago. My mother and grandmother struggled to find him until grandma spotted his stone it was hard to see it because it was covered in dirt. It was surreal, I’d always thought about how’d I’d react but it wasn’t sad it was indifferent to know that my biological father is in there and I have no memory of him because I was baby when he was murdered due to mistaken identity. It’ll always be a matter in thoughts of what ifs. But either way I’m grateful I’ve been able to visit him even if it’s not in the flesh and never will be. I also found my grandma, my father’s mother a few steps down. I think I was more emotional for her because I spent time with her and around her enough to remember her well, and I didn’t get to see her before she died and it definitely hurt me but seeing her was also heartwarming.

Once we were finished with the cemetery we visited my grandpa, my father’s father. This was great ❤️ I wanted to surprise him but somehow he already had a feeling we were coming and was keeping an eye out for us (iykyk) I enjoyed hearing his stories and will see him before I leave along with my aunt.

After visiting grandpa and experiencing trekking up his hill to house we went to see my great great grandmother home were my Granny grew up and my mother and grandmother. We ran into a pack of puppies 🐶 so cute I wanted to just take one with me but my grandmother told me to leave them alone because the mom might be near by and might be protective. The cute part it started with one then a whole pack came running out lol looking for scratches and play.

We winded the day down with some shopping my cousins took us to the market. We got some fruits. Star apple, Otaheite Apple, Nessberries, and different kinds of mangoes I didn’t even know existed. We also did KFC which was a bit underwhelming but hopefully next time I can try beef patty and a coconut.

Additional note mosquitos have been eating my legs alive 😩😩😩😩

Can’t wait for day 3 ❤️

[snazzymolasses]

Story time!

So I once had this friend in 7th grade and we had just met so we'd only known each other for a few months. And for my birthday she wrapped up her favorite paperback book and when I opened it she said "So this is my favorite book ever, I actually want it back, but you seem like a really cool person and I trust you with it."

And as weird as a present that might sound like, at 13 years old it seemed really neat and I felt so honored that she trusted me and I started reading it and I kinda liked the story, I mean I was REALLY TRYING to like the story.

Anyway, it was a paperback and back then I had a really bad habit of cracking the spines back on paperback books as I read them like this:

So I went and did that and ALL THE PAGES FELL OUT.

ALL OF THEM.

THE ENITRE BOOK DISINTEGRATED AND BECAME JUST LOOSE PAGES ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND A DETATCHED COVER EMPTY IN MY HANDS

and I was TERRIFIED and MORTIFIED and felt SO GUILTY that I had ruined this kid's FAVORITE book that she had TRUSTED ME WITH

and I panicked and sobbed and cried and then calmed down and thought "I can fix this"

So I was like "Okay, first I should at least gather up all the pages and put them back in order, nbd"

THE PAGES. DID NOT. HAVE NUMBERS.

So I was forced to sit there and read EVERY PAGE of a story that I had only read the first quarter of, to try to figure out what went where.

It took me WEEKS.

Meanwhile, she's asking me at school "How do you like the story?" and I'm like "Oh I'm still at this part" (because it had taken me three days to find the next two pages to where I was up to), but ALSO I had read lots of spoilers? But out of order? And sometimes I forgot that and told her about a part that was ahead of where I was and she was like "But that didn't happen yet" she must have thought I was an absolute nutcase

ANYWAY, eventually I got all the pages back in order. And the only way my 13-year-old brain could think of to get these pages BACK between the covers and STAY THERE was to tape them. So I painstakingly started taping each page back against the spine, carefully putting one attached to the next, and it looked pretty good, until slowly it started to take on a pyramid shape, kinda like this?

So when I was done I had this MONSTROSITY that was obviously an UTTERLY DESTROYED book, and then she kept asking me for it back, and I kept saying I was still reading it, until one day she said something like "I really loved the part where [ending scene]" and I said "Yeah that was great" and she said "AH-HA! You DID finish it! I knew it! Now I want it back!"

And so I fessed up. Without showing it to her I said "I'm sorry, I know it was your favorite book and I REALLY tried to take care of it (lie), but like. The pages fell out. Like. All of them. And I tried to fix it, and it's kinda back together, but it's like, a mess."

And I stood out there on the precipice, waiting for this friendship to be over, for her to start screaming/crying/angering at me, and instead she says

"Oh, that's okay. The pages fell out on me all the time too. I read it too much."

I TRIED to feel relieved, but I was truly worried that I hadn't accurately described to her just HOW badly I had destroyed this book. But I didn't have a choice, I went and brought it to school the next day and I was REALLY trying to prepare her with phrases like "It's kinda sticky" and "it's not the right shape" and so on, but eventually I just had to pull this monster out of my backpack and hand it to her.

Her face was unreadable, I could tell she was NOT prepared for what she received, but she wasn't really reacting. So meekly I said "Yeah, so it looks awful, but you can still read it, right? Every page is there, I swear. And in order."

And then I'll never forget this part. She said "Wow, it looks like you tried really hard to fix it. This probably took forever." and I was like "Yeah. That's what took me so long. I actually read the whole thing months ago."

And then she said "So you really did care about my book. You put all this effort into fixing it. Nobody else has ever cared about my book this much. It feels really special. And you really DID read it!"

and I was like "I had to, there are no numbers on the pages." and then she looked and it dawned on her what I'd had to do to get the pages in order, and she started laughing, and then we both laughed, and then we started to talk about the story and bond over that and I knew the danger of her getting upset was over.

I think it was the first time in my life I experienced true forgiveness. Like. She didn't harp on the part where I messed up. She focused on the part where I tried to make it right. It was something special.

I wish I could say "and then we remained friends forever", but she ended up moving to another school the next year, and I never saw her again. But wow, do I remember that moment, when she forgave me, when I thought I had destroyed something someone else loved, but ended up making it better instead. I learned a lot about humanity, and about myself, and probably more lessons than I realize even now from that moment, all from a book that 'accidentally' fell apart which I tried to put back together.

The easiest lesson I learned though was to never crack a paperback spine ever again.

All the pages. Every one

hmmmmmmmmm. Death penalty