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yamanaka-shin · 2 months ago

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so it's the most important day of my year again, for the fourth time, and I have the annual offering 🧡🧡 it's some very self indulgent Canon/OC writing and aimed at no one but me sooooo you are not obligated to look at it or read it. @succikko-draws also did that above comm to go with it because he's sweet and always has my back when I need art 🧡🧡

9/6 is upon us and to that I say happy birthday to my favorite character, Shin 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

don't even wanna slap a summary on it this year cuz it really is truly just for me. but it's fully sfw and can be categorized as fluff, just in case. and the mentioned OC named Haruka belongs to @uchiharomance my beloved 🧡🧡

Orange eyes crack open, slowly blinking thrice, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room they're greeted by. After they feel acclimated just right, he can keep them open, though it's still difficult to see in the absence of a light source. Maybe he'll get lucky enough to be able to safely navigate the bedroomscape without tripping or waking up his still sleeping partner. If he makes it that far, he should be able to flip the awaiting switch that will illuminate the next leg of his journey. One that will have just enough light to show him where to go but not so much that it'll blindside him or disturb the partner who still lays next to him since it's technically not in this same room. Good. He's managed to formulate the first leg of a plan in his head despite the lingering sleep haze so now he has a short term goal. Kouta takes one more moment to rub more of the clinging sleepiness from his vision and makes a careful bid to remove himself from the shared bed. Success, which he's very thankful for. The next task is to trek across the length of the lightless bedroom to locate the exit door that will lead into the small hallway with his promised light. One quiet step at a time, he manages to avoid stepping on any landmines littering the path and is home free the moment his fingers pull the door handle down so he can make his exit. A sigh of relief is exhaled through his nose as soon as he takes his first step towards wherever it is that his body is trying to take him. Probably the kitchen, and at some point also the bathroom. Actually it might be a good idea to do that last part first, so he can think fully with his brain and not with his impatient bladder.

With the hall light now on and his path forward clear, Kouta quietly shuffles his way towards the smaller of the apartment's two bathrooms. He makes sure not to take any longer than absolutely necessary though because at this point he's just awake enough to want to remain up. Dallying will only risk his body telling him that it's tired again and wants to return to dreamland, and his will to resist may not be strong enough. There will be time for sleeping after he's gotten whatever this is out of his system. So with no other pressing concerns, the kitchen beckons, and he obliges as if it were the usual ritual even with the clock reading such a late hour. He makes sure to flip the kitchen light switch as soon as he locates it on the wall, after turning off the one in the hall, but maybe that was a mistake because immediately his eyes are drawn towards the now visible dishes the two of them had left in the sink and he can't help but cringe. Those would have to be cleaned sooner rather than later. Usually, if he was lax at taking care of them, Shin would be quick to pick up the slack, if they hadn't already done them first. But he'd noticed that they'd been just a little off both physically and emotionally as of late so he can't fault them for falling out of normal routine. Now, with that revelation fresh in his brain, he thinks about all the yellow flags their behavior had given off in the past couple days and he can feel his anxiety level rise a couple notches. They don't deserve this. He knows it's probably just a short term slump, but he's a worrier by nature when it comes to them.

So now he stands in front of the sink, hands on the lip of it, gripping it probably a little too tightly, mind focused not on his night journey but his resting beloved. This sort of fixation isn't good during daylight hours, let alone now, and if they knew he was fretting they'd definitely tell him it's okay and that there's no cause for concern. It would be an honest comment from them but he is no fool. Their understanding of their own health problems will always beat out his, though he's not an idiot and has learned a lot of tells over the years. Maybe it's worth calling Haruka in the morning and scheduling a checkup. As long as Shin was willing, of course, because he would never force them unless it was at emergency status. Kouta lets out a sigh with a deep breath and makes an attempt to collect himself after making this deal in his head. With a game plan, he could hopefully focus more on other things. Telling his partner said plan was going to be another matter but that was a problem for appropriate hour awake Kouta and not insomnia up after one am Kouta. One hand goes through his hair and he wonders why he hasn't sought out any sort of anxiety medication by this point because it's getting out of hand.

"Standing here is only going to make me start swearing at these dirty forks." He flatly declares, and pivots gently and precisely on one foot to instead face the table behind him. Big mistake, strike two. There's miscellaneous shit on it, though not to an unworkable degree, so it could be worse. "Right. I'm putting paper towels down just in case because I don't need a bigger mess to explain to them in the morning."

So that's just what he does. Well, after pushing a couple things forward to make more room, of course. Maybe it's time to consider getting a washable tablecloth to prevent wasting paper towels on a mess he may or may not make. Dammit, there goes the overthinking again. Or...was this actually more on the rational side? Hard to tell considering the late hour and how this doesn't really come to mind during normal people hours. He chalks some of it up to being body tired despite being mentally awake and vows to continue dealing with that train of thought in the morning. It'll all make real sense then and he'll have Shin to bounce ideas off and that will make it easier to create solutions. The sink may need dishes done and the table may not be perfectly clean, but he's being as rational of a man as he can manage to be and that is enough for him. Now what though? What is he actually in here for? Fuck if he knows. Maybe the pantry has something in it that will speak to him so sweetly. So, when he goes to check, he's disappointed to find no temptations calling out to him. That's a bust, the first of hopefully not many. It'll probably be better if he just goes right to the fridge.

"Why do I never know what I want when I know I want SOMETHING. Why can't I ever be specific." He's annoyed but it's kinda petty in hindsight. Ah well, it's not like the fruits and meats will judge him for it while he's figuring out which ones he's most up to feast on.

Turns out, it isn't produce nor chicken that's singing the song that has his full attention now. As soon as the fridge door swings open, his eyes go directly to the case of eggs sitting there at eye level. Options flash through his brain and he considers them each one by one. Just eggs, prepared in one of his favorite ways? Nah. Omelette? Too tedious. Scotch eggs? There's no sausage so that's immediately out. Fuck. And then it hits him like a stray brick tossed through a window. "You have to be shitting me." The freely flung curse words are absolutely a product of being around a lover who doesn't have a filter. It's extra appropriate now too because the thing he does decide on makes him feel like an idiot for passing up everything in the pantry earlier. Because, well...eggs are an ingredient in something in there that he's suddenly craving. The best chocolate cupcakes he's ever bought from the store. Oh if he doesn't make them now he's going to be haunted in his dreams for days by them. And he sure as hell was not going to let that happen.

Except, because his musteline urge to make magic with eggs had flared up, something else adjacent had begun to stir. First he feels it on the back of his neck as his hackles rise. Then there's a prickling, crackling sensation that goes down his spine. In a quick blip of light something separates from his being and lands deftly on the table in the zone he cleaned off half assed, scattering the paper towels on the floor. Now he's gonna have to take a second to pick those up before returning to bed later. Kouta takes a very deep breath in and groans like a cheap horror movie zombie, one hand dragging down his face dramatically to accompany the sound. "No, no, no. You do not have permission right now. Back in you go."

Little eyes colored a beautiful deep bronze stare back up at him as the "pest", a particularly brazen little back striped weasel slightly larger than normal, tried to make it clear to Kouta that it had no intentions of following his commands. Most of the time it stayed relatively quiet, living in his chakra network and providing a bolster to Lightning nature techniques, even pushing that elemental nature to the forefront and sidelining his natural Fire affinity. Sometimes it would make an outside appearance and take up physical space, most often to give Kouta's partner the business for fun, but rarely did it ever part from him on a sudden whim like this. Did they get on the same brainwave triggered by the sight of eggs in the fridge? Delicate whiskers gently twitched and the former Taki resident knew this was a losing battle. As long as it didn't pull any funny business then it would probably be fine. Shin was asleep anyway so no threat of bullying was applicable to them. He's rationalizing it all in his head and making excuses instead of being firm, and he's thankful no one else is around to witness that fact. Not even Shin, who wouldn't be so rude as to hold it over his head despite their history of being on the shitlist of this very peculiar animal.

"If you pull any of your nonsense, I will surgically reinsert you into my veins myself. Do you understand?" He sticks a finger out at it as if he's scolding a naughty garbage chewing dog. Its little teeth coming into harmless contact with the skin on one of his fingers tells him they have a deal. "Now please behave for once. I need to keep gathering supplies. If you're good I will give you a whole egg. No tricks and I promise you that reward."

Just then, a distant sound catches Kouta's full attention, diverting it away from the hellraiser mustelid. He freezes like a deer that just heard a stick break in the woods and wonders if it's his fault that his beloved just woke up. Even though he did his best to prevent that, it might have happened anyway. There can be no mistake that that is what he'd just heard, even though he curses his excellent hearing in the process. Their feet coming into contact with the floor and walking over to exit the room. Was it a bathroom trip or...? Crap. What if his exchange with the Raijuu woke them up from a dead sleep and they'd be upset about it? He has a lot of apologies to bestow if this was not in fact them quickly heading to and from the bathroom. The bedroom door opens and shuts without much ado and the hall light flicks back on. Uh oh. This was not in fact a quick in and out and they would probably be coming in here to see what the commotion was about. He shoots a look to the weasel that is compromised of half worry and half accusation but the animal doesn't seem as concerned. They're both to blame but ultimately he will take responsibility because he's a human being and in control of the situation for the most part. The footsteps stop though...for a moment. They're probably trying to adjust their eyes to the light like he had to earlier. That gave him a precious extra second to think. Now what could he do to make this whole rising mess less of small crisis?

'I'm probably overthinking it but I can't risk it.' He mentally tallies. The one time you are lax often ends up being the one time circumstances are the worst they can possibly be. His partner is not an angry or tense or moody person by nature but no one likes to be awoken from a nice sleep. They would eventually forgive him, though he knows he's still gonna feel guilty for quite a while. These torrents of thought circulate in his head like a strengthening hurricane and distract him just long enough for him to fail to notice that it's not just him and a strange little mustelid in the kitchen anymore. And the realization fully comes when he nearly runs in to them, stopping abruptly just before the collision.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." He speaks quickly and is lucky that he doesn't trip over his own words.

"It's pronounced Shin, and I don't know what you're sorry about." Yawning, they don't seem at all phased. It's a wonder they're able to fire off a joke even with just having woken up mere minutes ago. It makes Kouta pause, unable to parse out a fitting response, thus causing Shin to wonder if they upset him. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no." He collects himself. "I just thought you'd be mad at me for waking you up. Or at least we're coming in here to ask why I'm up making all this noise."

"You're not the one who got me up. I've been in and out of sleep all night and at this point I'm just saying fuck it. Not worth tossing and turning and not actually getting anywhere."

He breathes the largest sigh of relief possible just then. But he has to be truly sure so he poses one last confirmation inquiry. "Are you sure I didn't at least make it worse?"

"Completely. Insomnia sucks and that's th only thing I'm blaming."

Thank fuck. His tension begins to slowly unravel and he can feel himself physically relax but by bit. In gratitude, he snakes both arms around their midsection and holds them tightly. The questioning behavior might look odd to anyone else but the two of them fully understand where each is coming from, him with his anxiety and them with all of the various physical roadblocks that keep popping up with the passing years. Insomnia is certainly not a new problem though, even though it does suck terribly. He relaxes even further when he feels the hug being returned, pressing his face into their chest for a moment and reveling in the fact that his partner is so placid and forgiving in times like this. A new round of anxiety will set in soon when he considers how frequent their insomnia has been lately but he's shoving that off into a mental corner until a later time, probably for the phone call to Haruka. Right now should be for spending odd hours awake with Shin. Just the two of them, and the weasel still observing them, until they can finally go back to bed and rest for real.

Once the two gently pull away from each other, Shin pulls out one of the chairs by the table and sits unceremoniously in it, propping up their chin with one folded arm. They may have been initially roused because of insomnia and decided to just remain awake, but part of them was still pretty physically worn out. Body tired but mentally awake, just like Kouta. Sitting felt damn good though now the next question was what the plan was going to be while they were up. Spending a couple hours up in the kitchen chairs probably wasn't going to feel good, Kouta could already feel the stiffness in his back coming a mile away, and avoiding that was a good idea unless he wanted to be whining about his spine for a week. Then his brain began to turn once more, sparked by a desire to not sit around doing fuck all, and he remembered that he was in the process of putting together baking supplies. You know, for an impromptu midnight treat. This was emphasized when Shin took a look at the floor the second they stepped on one of the scattered paper towels that still has not been picked up.

"How do you feel about chocolate cupcakes right now? They're calling me. And I don't think I can say no."

"I'm up for anything." They shrug. "Need any help with it?"

"Maybe. You could probably do it better than me, but I should at least put in half the effort too."

Memories of his shitty culinary skills flashed like a highlight reel through his head and he wanted to cringe a little. Shin had helped him improve over the years but he was still miles away from being what anyone would call good with food prep or actual cooking. Baking was generally much simpler but he still would rather have a trustworthy assistant there to pick up any slack he missed without thinking. "Please grab the box out of the pantry so I can get all of the cold stuff."

"Got it. It's not hidden behind anything, right?"

"Should be front and center."

While he shuffles around items in the fridge, his partner makes an attempt to locate the box of cupcake mix that Kouta had assured them was in the pantry. Unfortunately a roadblock popped up almost instantaneously. "Either you were mistaken about what you bought or you forgot that it wasn't cupcakes between buying them and now."

"...what do you mean by that?" The uncertainty in his voice was palpable. Did he see the wrong thing earlier when he'd gone to check for options?

They grab the box they did manage to find and set it carefully on the table, away from the weasel but easily within reach for Kouta. He pivots from fumbling with the butter to take a gander at what was causing the upset and the issue is clear from the getgo. "Ahh shit, apparently it was brownies." One breath in, held a second, then released. Center regained. "It should be fine. I hear these are pretty damn good. Change of plans, we're making these."

The box itself was a pretty cute shade of pink with a fetching blonde woman on it, with the name of the brand being her actual name itself. And the actual brownies shown on the box looked better as an option than cupcakes now that he thought about it for two seconds. Kouta takes the box in hand, flipping it over and studying the instructions, taking care to note the change in ingredients he'd need. Not too much had actually swapped so he kept his level of confidence intact. With any luck this would go off without a hitch and taste as good as he was hoping they would. A perfect comfort for a late night shared all too awake between two troubled lovers. He mentally nods and goes right back to the bigger task at hand. Once he has all he needs, he lays them out on the table and closes the door effortlessly with one foot.

"Would you be able to start the prep for these? I wanna go grab something from the bedroom. Shouldn't be too hard. Just yell if you need anything." The turn from focusing on the confection to whatever else has grabbed his attention is stark, though Shin doesn't question it. He's no doubt making a plan in his head that encompasses both the brownies and the time they'll take enjoying them. And if they're going to be spending a couple extra hours awake, it mind as well be in comfort, so he's going to grab a couple pillows and a blanket from the room for the two to share on the couch. Thankfully the couch itself could pull out into an additional bed if in the end they didn't wanna return to the room when sleep finally came calling again. If they had everything they needed in one place, then all would be well. Kouta may get ahead of himself easily and often but it was hardly for nothing.

"Can do, don't worry about me, I'll be fine." They easily agree to his proposal and pick up the egg he'd set on the table as if to study it. Their level of trust in his methods was good for his soul. "Come back when you're ready."

Kouta can never express enough gratitude for all Shin does for him. Both for his peace of mind and everything physical they've ever helped with. On his way past them back to the room, he gives them a quick cheek kiss and quietly adds in a thank you and an I love you. "Love you too." They call back after him, quite content to take the reigns while their most beloved person takes care of other business, whatever it might be.

So that leaves the only two left in the kitchen, the Raijuu that has been with Kouta since he was 15, and Shin. Historically they have not gotten along well but that was always on behalf of the weasel and its aggression it loved to direct at Shin. The behavior felt like something you'd see in a school yard, akin to bullying, given how such a small creature could only do so much damage and look so intimidating to a full grown adult human. Even with extra electric powers, feasibly it could not do more to Shin than possibly put them in the hospital with mild electrical burns, not much worse than forking a socket. Probably. Thankfully that had not happened yet and hopefully never would so they would never have to test the limits. But that did not stop the roiling tension Shin felt anytime they had to be around the animal and deal with it even with Kouta's help or supervision. Now, as Kouta was not in the line of sight, they were on their own. The two locked eyes with each other and it was unclear what would come of this unusual night. Hopefully Kouta would not return to a battlefield scene.

Meanwhile, in the dark of the room, the man in question turns on the overhead light to make sure he's able to locate all of his desired supplies. The brightness hits him quickly and even though his eyes are not strangers to some level of brightness due to how long he's been up already, it still takes him a second to get his bearings given that it's brighter in here than in the hall or the kitchen. Maybe someday in the future he should invest in a sliding scale intensity light. But eye adjustment doesn't take more than a few seconds so he can get on with the task at hand almost effortlessly. Though he notes, like the kitchen, it's messier in here than it should be and maybe the two people living here should take a day to clean up and do some laundry during more polite hours. After all, after removing dirt and clutter from one's space and things, everything seemed to feel much better. He almost gets lost in the fantasy of it and forgets what he came in here for before snapping himself out of it and refocusing. Damn, the physical tiredness must be taking a bigger toll than he thought. Being mentally alert and awake could only get you so far if your body was trying to fight you.

"I can't let myself get too involved right now or I'm going to pass out on the floor as I'm working." He reminds himself. The plan is just to grab the pillows and blanket and bring them to the living room before rejoining Shin to finish the baking together. Simple. With that in mind, he shuts out the internal desire to get off track and activates useful tunnel vision. Get in, get out, no side quests.

Less than 10 minutes go by before he's done and out, since he decided to put fresh covers on the pillows due to the drool stains he'd noticed on the other ones, and he had to fold the blanket to make carrying all three items easier for one trip. But it's finally done and he can make his way to the living room, obviously turning the room light back off in the process so the electric bill isn't driven up needlessly. There's a moment when he passes the kitchen on his trek but cannot see over the pile in his hands so he's oblivious to the state of things between Shin and the Raijuu, hoping the two are not at odds like usual, praying this is the one night where no one is troubled. Pulling out the bed from the couch right now is probably not necessary so he simply lays the pillows and the blanket down on the intact futon then tries to locate the remote. Once in a while it likes to try to disappear and to this date neither of them had thought to create or buy some sort of organizer to prevent this from happening, opting to ride on the luck of the draw each time to assure they'd not have to go remote hunting. He makes a mental note to ask them later if they'd want a permanent solution for that when he lays eyes on the thing, thankful that tonight will not be an extra pain in the ass type of night. It's set down on the small side table where he can easily reach it later and he then makes his way back to the kitchen, hopeful that harmony has been maintained, but not so foolish to think miracles can happen from nothing.

However...what greets his eyes feels like something out of a strange dream, or perhaps a peak into a much different timeline. There stands his future spouse, adding things into the mixing bowl one by one carefully enough not to make a mess, and on their shoulder the weasel beast perches. There is a wire whisk in its jaws, held by the handle so animal saliva doesn't make its way into the brownies. It seems to be waiting for a signal to hand over the whisk like a well trained working dog. Is this all really happening, or was Kouta still in bed, sleeping deeper than ever before? His train of thought nearly derails when he hears his other half speak up, though not to him. "Can I have that now please? I'll trade you." They hold up half of an egg shell that still has some of the egg whites in it, a treat for the incredibly obedient mustelid co-chef they're working with. That's all it takes for it to carefully drop the whisk into their waiting other hand and in one more fluid motion, it snags the egg, careful not to spill its contents, and scurries down onto a chair. Shin had probably said stay off the table beforehand, and for some reason it was listening better than it had in the several years the two had been at odds. He could not believe the scene playing out in front of him. It leaves him almost speechless.

Thankfully, their partner is still capable of speaking up. "Sorry that I went ahead and did most of the work already. Had some willing help for once. Can you please set the stove to preheat though? Forgot to do that part."

"Yeah, sure." Is all he can eek out at first. "No problem."

Kouta's feet carry him over to the stove where he pushes the preheat button and sets it to the appropriate temperature. It'll take a handful of minutes for it to be ready, but waiting a little longer is not a bother. Though in the meantime he takes himself over to the table and sits in one of the empty seats, listening to his Raijuu still devouring the egg shell and all like a bottomless pit. When it wasn't hanging out in his chakra network, getting nutrients in a parasitic fashion, it did actually need to be given real food. At least mustelid diets were predictable and there was no way in hell it would turn down a fresh egg. Kouta knows this for sure because he too, as weasely as he is, feels the exact same way. Food of the gods, though sadly the human body needed to cook them first to reduce the risk of catching some nasty diseases.

While he's still mildly spaced out processing everything and idly observing his strange "pet" finish its treat, his partner is pouring the full mixture into a pan they've made sure to generously spray down in order to prevent the brownies from sticking to it. They're meticulous enough to make sure not a single drop spills on the table and after the majority is in the pan, they scrape out what they can of what clings to the bowl, evening out the batter so it all will cook evenly. He's insanely impressed with their attention to details on so little sleep though it should not surprise him too much. For all their casual and goofy qualities, Shin has always been pretty good in the kitchen. Not a master but definitely capable of fending for themselves on whatever ingredients were available at any given time. He wishes he was at that level now. When the two met he was abysmal, but with their help he'd gotten better slowly. One day he'll be to a place he's truly happy with but in the meantime he's just happy to have someone in his life with no fear and no hesitation when food prep was involved. A smile creeps onto his face as he's thinking it over and that sappy feeling sets in. This is so nice. It's an unconventional hour and circumstance but it's damn nice regardless. Harmony in the household and soon there will also be the tempting smell of baking brownies wafting through the kitchen.

So enraptured by the thought of it all is he that he doesn't notice when the oven dings and signals that it's time to put the mix in and set the timer. Luckily, Shin IS paying attention and makes sure to ferry the pan safely to its destination, careful not to touch the hot metal grates so they don't end up with a nasty burn. They close the over door and set the timer appropriately and return to their unoccupied seat at the table across from him, relaxing a little as soon as ass hits chair. Both of them must feel the creep of sleep deprivation trying to best them. Alas, this is no time for rest, not when the promise of something extremely delicious is on the horizon. They can hit bed after at least half the batch is consumed and they've had enough time just to spend with each other despite what the clock was reading for time right now. That's all he needs, and he's pretty confident that if he asked, his beloved would echo the same. So the two sit quietly with each other as the brownies bake, mutually watching the Raijuu slink back up onto the table now that it was finished eating. It sniffed around for scraps like a shameless bottom feeder but found none and was then content just to sit curled up next to Kouta's forearm he had resting on the table. Was it tired, or just in a placid mood? Either way, he was just happy that no one was raising their voice or yelping because of teeth going into skin.

Minutes tick by one by one until the moment of anticipation finally arrives. The oven sounds off that it has completed its mission and it gets Kouta up to first turn it off before slipping on mitts so he can retrieve the food without also risking burns. Carefully helping slide the pan out, nearly drooling when he lays eyes on the main event, and sets it up on the stove to cool. Diving in immediately is a hard line of temptation to tamp down. Though, his mouth thanks him for his resilience, because it too would not enjoy a burn that comes from stupidly shoving scorching hot food into it with reckless abandon. If he were a wolverine, named for their gluttonous behavior, he probably would not have been able to resist. Never before has he been thankful that he is in fact just a ferret in a human body rather than a bigger, arguably cooler mustelid.

All of this waiting should probably feel harder since they're also fighting off the desire to return to sleep but somehow it's easier than it would be had this been happening in daylight hours. Shin and Kouta both are happy enough just sitting and waiting for each phase of this process to play out, probably because they knew it would be worth it in the end, and that moments like this are better with company. That's when Shin looks over to the sink, seeing the new dishes added on top of the old ones, and vows to remember to tackle those first thing in the afternoon. Unless Kouta got to them first, of course. "Do you think it's been long enough?" They break the silence first.

The Raijuu must know they're going to migrate rooms soon so it climbs to Kouta's shoulder and holds on tight. Kouta, roused from his thoughts with the combination of the question and the feel of tiny claws going up his limb, realizes that they're probably right. "Yeah, they should be a safe temperature now." He shuffles over and grabs a couple paper plates and a plastic knife to cut with. Slicing cleanly through the brownies, he struggles to maneuver each serving onto a separate plate so both can enjoy to the tune of background tv soon. This would be easier with an extra fork but he doesn't want to waste utensils. "Is this good for you or did you want more?"

"No, that looks good to me." They take the offered plate from him. He can see it in their eyes, the hunger. It seems to be beating out the tiredness now. Just the smell alone coming from the food probably flipped some alertness switches in their brain.

Quickly he takes a little fragment and hands it up to his shoulder weasel, letting the animal get a good grip on the desert before taking off into the living room. Chocolate is usually poison to most normal animals, but he was lucky to not have a normal animal on his hands, so feeding it the delicious substance would not land it in the vet office for a midnight emergency. Though by the time he's all situated on the futon, laying down with his head in his partner's lap and plate set on the couch by his chest, the piece he allotted to the Raijuu had been devoured without a single crumb remaining. Now it was in his face begging for more. Kouta gives a small sigh, more dramatic than serious, and hands over a larger chunk of his portion this time. This pleases the weasel and it scurries to a safer spot to consume the baked good. As he watches this transpire, he can't help but feel like he's going to turn it into a spoiled little creature. Always begging for something and getting its way because he did not want it to feel left out or even get spiteful.

Now he can finally have some for himself, and the second it hits his mouth he feels like he could melt into a happy puddle. Whatever they put into this mixture that tasted so good was beyond him but it was heaven in a box. Hands down the best confection he's ever had. And because it's so good, he tried to savor it, eating slower than usual so it will last longer. Meanwhile, just as with the Raijuu, he does not notice that Shin has made quick work of theirs. It must have hit just right and been impossible to put down. They wear a very content expression and seem to physically relax even further as soon as it's all gone and he thanks the gods for giving humanity such a treat. Anything that makes life better and easier for his mate should be celebrated and praised. He's so transfixed on the fact that his partner of several years is pleased with the quality of the brownies that it fully slips his mind that the tv isn't even on. Oh well. They didn't need mindless background noise anyway, not when the mood was so pleasant.

"Please pick up like three more boxes of this when you get the chance. Holy shit." They set the now empty paper plate on the side table and make a mental note to remember to throw it out within 24 hours. Would it get done before they fell back asleep? Probably not. But it would be addressed before bed the next evening for sure.

"I'll just buy all they have if it's not like, a dozen. That way we can have plenty and not have to worry about running out in a time of great need." He's proud of himself for the purchase and will not feel guilty about spending more money on more boxes. Shame has no place here when it was such a successful experiment.

"Good plan, we can go tomorrow."

After he's finished his serving, he feels their fingers thread through his messy orange hair and idly run through it. Damn that feels good. Usually it's him doing it to them, their head in his lap and their body curled up next to his sitting one. But a reversal feels so nice right now. It soothes the last remaining anxieties in his body and helps him feel truly at ease. In the afternoon to come he'll shower, do the dishes, and get their room all cleaned up because he'll be refreshed and happy after this time spent together right now. Usually when his brain made such straightforward plans it was out of worry or anxiety, but this time it was from the level of comfortable pleasure he felt because he had his partner and everything was well. Not once had they been accosted by a feisty weasel and all three had had the pleasure of enjoying the world's best brownies moments ago. It's like three in the morning, give or take a half hour, and he does not give a single fuck because all the pieces of the life puzzle had fit together perfectly for once.

"Kouta?" Shin is the first, again, to interrupt the silence between them. "I need you to talk to Haruka at some point later."

That gets his attention and he stiffens a little before making to answer. "I will do that before anything else later. What's wrong?" That reminds him of how he observed the state of their living quarters earlier. Undone dishes and a room in need of a cleaning spree. Everything adds up too neatly.

"I think I feel something coming on and want to ask her if I need to take anything for it. Last time I got sick it lasted a week and a half and I felt like ass."

He's quick to nod and is astounded that they beat him to the punch this time. "Of course, I wanted to call her anyway to make an appointment for you because you haven't fully been yourself the past couple days."

"Is it obvious?"

"Little bit." He holds up two fingers, not touching but only about an inch apart. "But it's better to hit it first before it knocks you on your ass again. Or worse." With that last bit, a shiver is sent up his spine. Worse is always very bad when it came to Shin and being sick. Worse meant being in the hospital for days and a possible exploratory surgery to make sure their lungs weren't going haywire again. That also meant down and out recovery time because having your chest opened up came with a physical cost.

Maybe luck would be on their side this time and it would be just a case of needing more sleep or perhaps a very, very mild cold that could be defeated with some DayQuil. Or if it was a little more serious, bed rest and a break from social activity for the better part of a week. No matter what though, he would see to it that the love of his life was okay and it was a good thing that Haruka would be the doctor on the job. She had her quirks but was one of their best friends and skilled in her field, and what she could not do alone she could do in tandem with Kabuto. It made the threat of emergencies a little less scary and helped Kouta sleep better at night. He'd lived through some intense moments with Shin before and was not eager to have more happen. But they would, and when those times came, he was grateful beyond words to know medical nin who could keep his beloved from suffering or worse.

"I don't wanna get up." They whined a little then, breaking him from his thoughts. "Comfortable just like this. There's room for me to lay down and it'll be fine."

"You sure you won't torture your joints that way? Don't wanna wake up stiff as a damn board and then curse yourself for being stupid the night before."

"If I end up regretting it then that's for tomorrow me to deal with."

"I dunno if that's a good idea but I'm also too comfortable to get up and pull out the couch or go back to the room." As if on cue, the Raijuu chose then to sneak back over to the two and curl up next to Kouta. It was another vote in favor of just making the couch work as is. "And I don't think we're gonna do anything else anyway."

In the next moment, there is some shifting to accommodate them lying next to him, but it manages to work somehow. He's taking the position of little spoon tonight and maybe that's part of what helps him feel okay again. They hold him close, face pressed against his upper back, reminding him that any worries he has about them right now are just products of his brain making up scenarios to be anxious about. Shin is not going anywhere any time soon and he's going to always make sure of that.

"Do you want me to ask her too if she can take care of your hair?" His voice is becoming sleepy but he's not giving in yet until this last thought is gotten out.

"Nah." They mumble back. "I miss when it was longer." Truth be told, he misses that look too. They opted to cut it a little while back after top surgery for ease of maintenance during recovery. But now they were free to regain the old length. The answer makes Kouta feel contented, happily so, so he drops the subject.

They're holding him, he's got a warm little weasel curled up next to him, and the memory of amazing brownies reminds him that there is good in the world even if you only see it in the strangest times. Sweet serendipity never lets him down. That sleepy feeling hits once more, finally winning because it has no remaining opposition, and his eyes close for the last time that night. Both of them can go to bed without any further worries or tasks to deal with or questions to answer. First thing tomorrow they will return to normal routine and that is a worry for tomorrow Shin and tomorrow Kouta. Cleaning, planning, connecting with their inner circle, figuring out the food plan for the day, and riding out life as it wanted to manifest. A nice fairly full schedule for Kouta to depend on.

#canon/OC #OC/canon #Naruto #Naruto Shippuden #Anbu Root #Root #Foundation #Naruto OC

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spikybanana · 3 years ago

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the starbook

(a wolfstar get-together story from pov meddling friends)

*marauders group chat*

james: friends comrades fallen ones heED MY CALL

james: we’re on code red!!!!

james: I repeat. CODE RED

james: padfoot has found moony’s starbook!!!!!!

peter: lily pls send life support this man’s losing his mind

lily: omg what’s happening is he alright?

peter: pads is reading and prongs is staring at him they both look on the verge of hyperventilating tbh

dorcas: oh my god

dorcas: is this what I think it is? it’s really happening?

mary: bruh what are you all on about??

marlene: HOLY SHIT

marlene: also mary, sweetheart, you don’t remember the starbook?

james: mary how COULD you

peter: lmfao shame on you macdonald

james: it was the reason our operation was BORN

marlane: the day we discovered the cold shrivelled heart of remus lupin still had a soft side

lily: don’t be so mean marls

mary: um what

lily: remus is plenty unshrivelled and soft. I bet he makes playlists for all of us.

peter: yeah rly tho I hope he doesn’t

mary: ohhhhhhHHh

mary: The Notebook!!!

james: yes!!!!!

mary: !!!

mary: not the one where he copied out lines from like every song and poem that mentioned stars

mary: and were suspiciously reminiscent of sirius??

james: yyeeeeeeeaaaaaaa that’sss i 11!!!!!!!1111

marlene: pete how’s jamsey doing? seems he’s losing air fAst

pete: got 111 on the dial for both of em

lily: good on you!

dorcas: okay but I want updates?? what exactly is happening in your den?

peter: well pads is asking what it is but he obviously knows

peter: he looks like someone tried to drown him in a truckload of molasses

marlene: lmao aren’t you poetic

mary: sweet.

peter: hot molasses, probably

peter: cuz he’s blushing HARD

dorcas: aaahhhhhh

dorcas: my sweethearts

marlene: I will admit though the starbook is unbearably sweet

marlene: sirius better make sure he deserves it

dorcas: both our boys deserve the best and they deserve each other!!

lily: pete where exactly are you?

peter: spying from the kitchen counter

lily: james has been quiet, is he still around?

peter: yeah prongs ditched his phone a while ago, they’re on the couch having a Serious Conversation now

mary: you mean a Sirius Conversation

marlene: piss the fuck off macdonald

peter: I regret word choices but u know what I mean

peter: they’re just doing the thing they’ve been doing since forever

peter: now it’s soul-searching about the meaning of love and relationships and everything.

dorcas: love seeing my boys having each other’s backs

marlene: lol where would all of you be without james

lily: he is sweet isn’t he

peter: holy shit no fucking way

mary: what’s happening

peter: front door opened, lo and behold

peter: it’s the author himself

lily: !!!!

dorcas: aaaaahhhhhhh

mary: yoooooooo

peter: ajskldfjsdkljs I think moony’s seen pads holding the notebook

dorcas: AAAAAAHHHHHH

lily: oh no poor remus!

mary: lmao fucking what

mary: yo pete you’d better get ready to call 111 for all THREE of them

marlene: scratch that

marlene: go straight to 999

peter: james is,, leaving them both,,,,, with a wink to sirius????

lily: JAMES

mary: um please this is god-tier theatre

mary: knew I should have recruited him

dorcas: oh come on now sirius get your shit together

dorcas: remus don’t you dare run off

dorcas: they deserve each other so much

james: yeee boyy!!!! now pete please live update us???? I’m in my room now

james: what’s happening outside??

peter: they’re talking they’re talking

peter: moony looks

peter: worried? embarrassed? resigned? a tad angry? I literally can’t tell

marlene: given who we’re talking about it’s probably all of the above

peter: and padfoot is smiling?

peter: oh wow moony’s laughing now, idk what sirius said!

dorcas: aww

peter: they’re talking some more,, steady progress

mary: as the plebeians say

mary: ‘now kiss’

peter: they’re getting distracted though

peter: both their phones have been buzzing a lot

peter: ahh sucks. they’re losing the zone. it better not be some secret lover.

mary: ,,

mary: wait.

mary: it’s- not some secret lover it’s literally been us

marlene: OH M YFUCKING GOD YOU IDIOTS

marlene: WE’RE IN THE WRONG CHAT

dorcas: SHHHH YOU DORK

marlene: SORRY SORRY

peter: OH

peter: OH MY GOD NO

peter: OH MY GOD WHAT DO WE DO

lily: Pete stop messaging here you’re just giving them more notifications!!

marlene: okay but quick how the fuck do we delete like fifty messages for everyone nOW

mary: all of you are SO STUPID

mary: james?? where did he go?

peter: oh nO DON’T YOU RUN OFF NOW

peter: JAMES DON’T DO THIS TO ME

james: omg guys what happened

james: I just went to order matching bracelets for them what did I miss???

mary: SOMEONE STOP HIM

peter: SOMEone help ME!

peter: no no no they’re checking their phones now

peter: oh NO THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME NOW

peter: fuckfuckfuck if you don’t hear from me in an hour

peter: pls call 999

marlene: ah rip my dude

*utter silence in the chat as three dots intermittently appear to show either remus or sirius typing. almost half an hour pasts before the next messages appeared.*

remus: okay

remus: pads convinced me to not send an essay, so I’ll keep it succinct

remus: firstly, ALL of you owe us a fucking long explanation,

sirius: and secondly,

sirius: [replying to marlene: sirius better make sure he deserves it] thanks for the heads up marls x

sirius: you’re right, my moony deserves the WHOLE DAMN WORLD

remus: <3

*chaos ensues*

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kafka-ish · 4 years ago

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the drunken words you spoke last night (1) | b.d.

one thing leads to another and before she knows it, y/n's longtime crush becomes a casual fuck.

word count: 2,893

warnings/included: nsfw (explicit smut -- male x female, pretty vanilla), fem!reader, angst(?), also a lot of this is written in italics cuz of flashbacks

a/n: sorry it's been so long since i've written anything!!

It was never supposed to end up like this. Just one quick fuck was all it was supposed to be; which lead to another one, then another one, then another one…

y/n watches as Bill scurries around the room, searching for his shirt. She’s noiseless and he doesn’t know she’s awake yet. He does a good job at being quiet, making sure not to disturb what he thinks is a sleeping y/n. The grey baseball tee he wore to her place last night turned out to be underneath her bed—how it got there was a different story. The silence is broken when Bill opens the door and is met with a large creaking sound.

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look—

He regrets it immediately when he sees y/n, her back against her bedframe. She’s wide-eyed from watching him with such intent.

“Hu-hey.” Bill swallows the saliva gathering in the back of his throat. “I, uh, I didn’t nuh-know—”

“It’s fine.” y/n says her words with such ease and for a moment Bill’s jealous. He wants to know a life without speech therapy, a life without the nickname Stuttering Bill. And most of all, he wants to know a life without loving someone who won’t love you back.

“So, you’re not staying?” y/n does her best to conceal the insecurity in her voice but it’s hard. She doesn’t want to come off as needy or clingy, but she wants a response she already knows the answer to.

“I duh-didn’t want t-to wake you.” Bill shrugs as he says this. Half of it was true—he really didn’t want to wake y/n but seeing as she was already up his excuse fell flat.

“Right.” It takes everything for y/n to not roll her eyes as she replies through gritted teeth.

“So…” Bill’s left foot is digging into the carpet and his fingers find themselves intertwined together.

“So.” y/n herself is picking at loose strings from her worn-out comforter. Her eyes avert from their previous lock on his figure and she doesn’t know what to do with the lump in the back of her throat. She’s annoyed—no—furious.

It was never supposed to end up like this.

“Hey,” Bill answered the door in low-rise sweats and shirtless. “What’s u—”

He’s cut off and taken aback with a messy kiss. It’s bold, breathtaking, and smelled like vodka—nothing he’d ever expect from y/n. Once the shock had passed, he felt his eyes flutter shut and he became lax under her touch.

“I need you,” y/n mumbled helplessly in between kisses. Her fingers which had previously been confidently intertwined around his neck were now reaching for the ends of her shirt.

“W-Wait—what?” Bill’s still hazy from the blunt he smoked earlier and everything’s going so fast.

“You heard me.” Uh, not really. She pressed another kiss to his already swollen lips and the feeling of his skin on hers feels a hundred times better than what she imagined it to be. “Fuck.” Her hips press up to his, but Bill can’t revel in the delicious spark their jeans create every time her hips meet his.

The Denbrough’s front door is still open.

“y/n,” Bill spoke. He tried to say it firmly, but it came out as more of a breath than an assertion.

“Hmm?” The noises coming from her are downright pornographic, which only made Bill wonder what the rest of the night will be like.

“I have to shut the door,” he whispered. His breath tickled her neck and y/n felt her face grow hotter—if that was even possible. Reluctantly, y/n relieved Bill of her possessive grip so he could shut the door. But, immediately, he noticed he’s cold—freezing, even. But how can Bill be cold in the middle of July—Maine’s hottest month?

y/n’s quick to reassume her previous position—arms swung around his tanned neck, hips bucked up desperately to meet his.

“Wuh-we should take this somewhere more comfortable. Sh-shouldn’t we?” Bill only stuttered when he’s nervous now. It’s cute.

She pressed a quick kiss onto his jawline. If there weren’t remnants of her lipstick on his skin, he’d assume he was dreaming. “Okay,” she hummed into the spot her lips had just previously grazed over. Bill shivers.

He led the two of them up the stairs and into his room. The trip is slow. Bill’s careful to make sure y/n didn’t trip or snag her top on the railing. What a gentleman.

“Bill,” she whined.

That night, Bill decided his favorite sound was her voice calling his name. He’s always loved the sound of y/n’s voice and the way his name rolled off her tongue (“Bill, watch!” “Bill are you coming?”). But this was different. Tonight was different.

“Bill, I need you.” He turned to y/n who wore a pout as she followed Bill closely into his room. It’s pitch black but Bill doesn’t need to turn on a light to know his way around.

The back of y/n’s calves hit his bed with a light thump followed by another whimper.

“Shh,” Bill cooed into her hair…

y/n awoke that morning with her too-tight tank top and faded denim shorts replaced with one of Bill’s graphic tees that drape over her figure like a dress. She finds half of her eyeliner and lipstick-stained on Bill’s grey pillowcase and there’s an empty space next to her where Bill once lay.

“Fuck,” y/n whispered to herself. She can’t remember the events that happened last night, and the pounding in her head doesn’t make it any better. But the way the sheets around her creased and wrinkled, and the way her collarbone peaked out of Bill’s Led Zeppelin tee made her skin crawl and her stomach turn.

“Hey.”

Bill’s scratchy morning voice startled y/n. His perfect tall and slender figure slanted against the doorframe and y/n had to compose herself under his sheets the way she’s done all her life.

“Hi,” she swallowed thickly. Her breathing started to pick up along with her pulse and when did it get so hot in here?

“Do you want breakfast?” Bill made a motion towards the kitchen downstairs. “My parents aren’t home still. I guh-guess they’re still out.” Bill’s parents were always “out”.

y/n only nodded.

“Look, about last night—”

“Whatever happened last night, I can—”

“Did you mean it?” Bill cut her off, not even listening to the word vomit spilling from y/n’s splotchy lips.

“Mean what?” y/n’s ungroomed eyebrows furrowed together inquisitively because what the fuck? What on earth happened last night that could have left Bill Denbrough wondering for answers in the morning?

“Wuh-when you said that stuff about needing me.” From the flushed cheeks and timid words, y/n could tell Bill felt awkward saying to her what he’d just said.

Mortification took the form of y/n y/l/n that morning. The tiny hairs on her neck started to rise and goosebumps shot a trail down her forearms.

Bill crept forward after he didn’t receive a response. His face was only a few inches away from y/n’s. The swoosh of his I-just-woke-up hair framed his hairline like an auburn halo. To make matters worse, the morning sun shone directly on his skin, giving him a god-like glow.

“Did you?” His minty breath hit her face. Colgate.

Instead of watching his swimmingly blue eyes—swimming for answers, an indication, anything—she watched his lips. She admired how rosy they were even in the morning. She admired the curl of his cupid’s bow. She admired how soft they looked and felt as she bit the bullet and shoved herself forward to kiss him.

This kiss is different from last night. It’s daring, yet nervous; sweet, but awkward. It’s not the same as her desperate kisses from when she was wasted. This kiss is slow, thoughtful—

Bill pulled away. His breaths grew heavy, and his eyesight got hazy. The only thing he could think to do was go in for another kiss. So, he did. He’s quick to capture her bottom lip with his and cup her jawline in the palm of his hand.

Bill’s impatient now. His parents were gone, and he had a beautiful girl in his bed. What else was a teenage boy to do? In a flash of flesh, Bill’s shirt was gone.

“Do-do you want this?” He asked before he made the effort to remove any other articles of clothing and possibly embarrass himself further. Of course, Bill would be perfectly fine with getting off in the other room with just his bruised ego and bare chest to keep him company.

But y/n was fast to reply “yes” and press yet another kiss on Bill’s swollen lips. Their flesh pinned against each other’s elicited a feeling inside the two that both y/n and Bill had never felt before.

“You smell good,” Bill murmured against her shoulder. The words slipped out of his mouth like a hockey puck on ice. “I bet you taste even better.”

y/n grew flustered at the sudden statement. It wasn’t like Bill to confess something like that—at least not to her. Before another moan, like the ones from last night, could claw its way out of her throat, y/n caught Bill sliding the elastic of his grey sweats down his long legs.

He’s in his boxers. y/n could only catch glimpses of streaks of greens and yellows but didn’t get a chance to look at them for long as her attention was redirected to taking off her—Bill’s—shirt.

Although he knew it wasn’t gentlemanly, Bill could only stare at y/n’s bra-clad chest. It’s just black, simple, classic. But it hugged y/n’s figure effortlessly and contorted her shape perfectly.

“Bill?” y/n wondered aloud. His silence worried her, but she has nothing to worry about—she’s got Bill hooked like a fish.

Her meek words snapped Bill out of his trance, which allowed him to press another kiss onto her lips before he trailed down to her neck. Each graze of his lips turned her into a moaning mess. Bill wished he could say he was surprised, but he wasn’t, not from when he remembered the events from last night so vividly.

His lips lingered a little longer on a certain spot just above her collarbone that made y/n’s lips part so erotic-like, Bill thought he might cum at the sight.

But he wouldn’t allow himself to release just mere seconds in of making out with his dream girl—even if it pained him.

He released his lips from her skin, leaving a bruise. Bill chuckled to himself. At least, if he can’t have her, he can pretend he does for these few moments until she leaves for home and covers his mark with her trusty concealer.

Their lips clashed again. It was hard and rough—y/n’s more dominant than she let on and before either of them realized, she was on top: legs straddled Bill’s torso, nimble fingers gripped at his skin where a shirt used to be, and her lips viscously stained his red with what was left of her lipstick from last night.

Bill’s the one to moan this time. The sound was throaty and gruff, which sent shocks straight to y/n’s core. She bucked up, causing Bill to moan again and the cycle repeats.

“Fuck, y/n, I need you.” y/n liked this side of Bill: the bolder, dominant side; the speak-your-mind side. But most of all, y/n liked Bill.

She giggled at his words. She loved the way his voice cracked with desperation and the way his fingers began to clutch her skin tighter—like she was his.

The delicate sound of y/n’s voice only made Bill want her more. The tent in his boxers grew impossibly harder—a contradicting feeling of pain and desire at the same time.

“Please.” It wasn’t long until Bill’s groans turned into pleads. The rough palms of his hands coast across her bare skin, causing goosebumps to form and hair to raise. “Please.” The fast movements of y/n’s clothed clit on his plaid-covered dick matched the fast beats of y/n’s pounding heart.

Ba-dumb. Ba-dumb. Ba-dumb.

“Plu-“

“Tell me what you want,” Bill’s voice easily sliced through y/n’s pathetic whines, “using your words,” he instructed clearly.

“I wah—” Another whine. “I want you.”

At that, the rough pad of Bill’s thumb started to massage the sharp edge of y/n’s jaw. “I need you to be more specific, baby.”

Baby? Bill’s never called her that before. Actually, Bill’s never had a girl as beautiful as y/n on top of his lap before but here he was, the tent in his boxers being barely relieved by the girl by his dreams.

“I—” The sensation of the fabric against skin felt too much to bear but she wanted more. “I want your—your cock in me. Please.” She said this through lazy lips and heavy lids.

“F-f-fuck.” Bill groaned at the vulgarity of her words. Never in his life would he expect y/n to utter something as filthy as that. But never in his life would Bill Denbrough ever expect to be offered the chance to fuck her. “Okay, baby, hold on.” His calloused palm slowly slipped its way down from the slope of her jaw to her neck where fingerprints were left and then down to the clasp of her bra.

The damn thing. As hard as his hand grasped and as hard as his fingers twisted, the clip wouldn’t budge.

“Need some help?” y/n giggled, as she noticed Bill’s pained expression. Effortlessly, she unhooked the cursed contraption. It was as effortless as how the piece of fabric once made her look so perfect. But perfection didn’t change once the garment left her skin. Bill then realized that it wasn’t the strawberry-stained lips or the dramatic smokey eye or the tempting clothing that made y/n perfect. y/n was already perfect on her own; everything else was just a prop.

Bill’s once furrowed brows softened when y/n began to take the lead. His bare back pressed further into the mattress in the same motion y/n’s chest leaned into his.

Her crotch just barely brushed his and Bill couldn’t take the ‘almost there’ feeling anymore. “I hate these,” he bit. His hand swooped down to peel off the lacy string of fabric in one harsh motion.

“This is a little unfair, isn’t it?” y/n posed. Her eyebrow raised a little the way it always did when she asked a question. Her hands were cold when they made a trail down his chest and to his boxers. “Now we’re even,” she giggled when she finally released him from his confinements.

In an instant, Bill’s erection had slapped his stomach and y/n found herself near salivating at the sight. Her thumb just barely brushed the tip, letting out a hiss from Bill.

“Baby—”

“Shh…” Before Bill could get another word out through choked moans and deep breaths, y/n led his cock to her heat. Immediately, she let out a whine at the stretch of Bill which he chuckled at. “Bill..”

“Yes?” Bill couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that he was making her feel this way. He was the one whose name she was moaning. He was the one she was fucking.

“Bill…harder…” Her moans were like a record Bill would never get tired of hearing. His right hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear before his fingers gripped her scalp while his left hand moved just below her butt, allowing him to thrust deeper.

Moans turned into whines and whines turned into screams as Bill set the pace faster and harder. Each thrust hit deeper each time, hitting a spot no boy had ever found before. “Bill, I’m—” But y/n’s words were cut off when Bill’s lips captured hers in a kiss. His hand still found itself tangled in her morning hair. His other hand still tightly gripped on her ass which would surely leave a bruise. His hips bucked up once more, leaving y/n in a moaning mess, unable to hold herself above him anymore. With shaky arms, y/n allowed herself to collapse on Bill’s chest. Their breaths mixed and their pants synced.

Tenaciously, Bill pressed a kiss upon y/n’s sweat-slicked forehead. The feeling of his lips was gentle and tickled as they dragged down to her cheekbone.

It was never supposed to end up like this, y/n could only think to herself now as she watched Bill walk out of her room and presumably out the front door. Of course, he’d be back the next night. Ever since their first drunken encounter with each other, casual sex had become second nature to y/n and Bill—like learning how to tie your shoes or riding your bike. But it was at this moment when y/n realized how she wanted more.

Hickies and torn shirts would never be enough to satisfy the aching need for something deeper; the feeling that made her stomach drop every time she caught Bill looking at her; the feeling that made her throat dry up every time she tried to speak to him outside of moans and cries; the feeling that made her heart skip a beat at the thought of him; the feeling of want—and only want—for Bill Denbrough.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough smut #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough angst #bill denbrough fanfic #bill denbrough fic #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough x reader smut #it x reader #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it 2017 #it 2019

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grogusmum · 4 years ago

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A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 2 Juniper Cottage

DIN DJARIN X EARTHLING F!READER

WARNING: none, but awkwardness and fluffy fluffiness

WORD COUNT: 1000

SUMMARY: Din sets a course to a far away galaxy, in order to keep Grogu safe from Imps and bounty hunters.

On Earth, they meet gentle reader, who wants to help these most unusual visitors.

Part 1

You, Seamus, Mando and Grogu made you way up the wide path, then you ducked through an arbor weighted with witch hazel and into your garden. Din almost missed it, but then came through the arbor, there was no missing the sweet scent, helmet or not.

“Welcome to my home, Juniper Cottage” You said warmly as you opened the front door, it was old with wrought iron hinges and latch, the green paint was distressed with a patina to it, but not peeling. Above it, on the white door frame was painted 'Merry Meet ☆ Merry Part ☆ Merry Meet Again'. As you regarded your door, and by extension the cottage, you thought maybe you weren’t representing Earth very well.

“So, my house, is well, it’s pretty old fashioned… they can be really advanced, sometimes made of glass and steel... connected to computers, and stuff”, you explained apologetically, not really sure why. “I mean I have a computer, and it's connected to the internet… it’s not a great connection, cuz of the mountains, but um…”

“It’s…. nice. Warm”, Mando said putting Grogu down to meet the cats he was reaching for.

“The Tortie, I mean, multi colored one is Willow and the black one is Tabitha,” you introduced. “They are very friendly, and gentle with… kids?”

You went about taking off your coat and boots, completely forgetting you were still in your flannel pjs with whimsical owls all over them. You looked down and sighed “I … um… yeah…” You shook you head at yourself, “food!”

You walked with purpose through the living room from the sunroom where you had entered, heading toward the kitchen. “Please make yourself at home, you can take off your… gear and leave it on the cupboard out there, if you'd like."

You made it to the kitchen before you turned, Mando stood in the doorway between the sunroom and living room looking, or seemingly looking at you. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t take off my helmet” Mando said. There was a pregnant pause. “In front of …mm, others.”

“Oh, well, okay… I can give you something to eat, um, in the guest room.”

Din just looked at you, again marveling at how you are handling all this. He also couldn’t help noticing again how sweet and warm your smile is, how kind your voice seemed, and though he felt a little badly when you get flustered, he found it kind of cute. He gave his head a little shake.

“You don’t want to?” You asked, seeing his head shake slightly.

“No, I’m sorry,” it was Mandos turn to fluster, “I mean, yes, that would be perfect. You’re very kind.” Smooth, Djarin, he thought. He scooped up Grogu, who was wrapped around his boot “Grogu can eat, first, and then I’ll eat … later.”

“So, you and Grogu can sleep in here.” you chuckled, glad that you weren’t the only one here struggling a bit, as you lead them into the art studio. Besides the wall of shelves with paint, fabric, and other supplies and of course the large easel, there was a long narrow worktable under a big picture window that, like your bedroom window, looked out to the mountain, there was a sewing table in one corner, a wood stove on the far wall and next to it, kitty corner, was a futon with a braided rug in front of it and a small dresser for guests.

“Oh, I'll be back in a jiffy," you exclaimed, turning to go to the attic.

Din looked down at Grogu, "what's a jiffy?"

Grogu, meanwhile, was looking at all the fascinating things on the shelves and baskets.

The animals had followed everyone into the long room. The cats were rubbing up against Grogu and purring happily. Seamus was all about Mando. Din realized this and sat on the futon to pet the dogs flank, giving good scratches. Seamus wagged his whole back half.

“Well, I’m glad to see everyone making friends,” you said, carrying a cradle. Din stood to help you. He looked into the cradle filled with toys and picture books, then looked at you. "I- I remembered I have a cradle... and thought the little one might like some toys and stuff… I guess I am making assumptions. Is? Um, Grogu your- I mean a child?”

“Yes, that is very kind, he will enjoy the toys," Din said, his baritone voice, low and gentle,"though, in a strange place, he may want to sleep with me. He ages differently, at 50 years old, he is like a toddler. He is my, foundling.”

”Differ- from, who? You? I mean, some animals can get to like a couple hundred years here, life spans of Earth humans is about 70+ years depending....” You trailed off thinking, socio-economic disparities wasn’t really a rabbit hole to go down right now.

Din chuckled, “I guess, I’m more- more like, you.”

“Oh,” you said. Why is it getting hot in here, you thought. You cleared your throat, “Okay, food. Boy have I gotten off track…” You shook your head, and reminded yourself that you haven’t even seen this person.

Was it the voice? To be fair, it is a very good voice. Very good.

As you walked to stove, “So, your not a cute green fella with expressive ears?” you joked lightly.

Luckily, the stove still had embers under the ash, from before bed, stoking it to a cook fire took only a few moments, you mounted a booster seat on a chair and invited Mando to put Grogu in it.

“Do you- have a little one yourself?” Din asked, thinking about all the furniture and toys, as he lifted Grogu onto the booster seat. Grogu liked be up at the table with his very own seat, and with a rag doll type rabbit in one hand and a wooden rattle in the other, he was most pleased.

“I made a lobster bisque earlier today, so it just needs to be warmed… unless you would like something else,” you said half pulling the container of bisque out the fridge… starting to overthink about what to offer beings from outer-space. “Maybe… something else, sometimes people have allergic reactions to shellfish… I made pumpkin soup… a bunch of my pumpkins came in early.” You were talking more to yourself, and feeling ridiculously awkward, again. You pulled the crock of pumpkin soup out.

Din was laughing, watching you, though you didn’t feel laughed at. He did not miss that you didn't answer his question.

“This one has eaten whole live frogs… I'm not too worried. But thank you- for being so thoughtful.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, “I’ll warm up both, and you two can have at them.”

“So, pumpkin soup, huh? Is a pumpkin a small animal?”

Part 3

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Requested: (ANON) Hey :) Would you do an imagine where you live in the apartment next to Steve in Brooklyn and you're kinda very best friends. But one time you see this handsome stranger visiting Steve and you immediately get curious who he is. Steve soon notices you sneaking around when Buck visits him and he notices him seeking your attention as well. So he sets up something to bring you two together, which works? :) I hope this is not weird haha

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Smut 18+ minors dni, fluff, steve’s a major wingman, bucky’s a major flirt ;)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: This isn’t exactly a college au but it’s a college au lol thanks for the request. I changed it up a bit cuz the idea of shameless!bucky has been on my noggin for a minute but hope you like it bug

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You and Steve sat on his couch watching a movie giggling and snacking the day away. You and Steve live across the hall from each other and the movers were confused as all hell and a lot of your guys’ things got swapped when you both moved in, which happened to be the same day. However, since the day you met and you two have been inseparable.

“Oh man, what a classic,” you sighed when the credits came on.

“Too good. I could never get tired of that movie,” Steve laughed.

“I should probably get going. I’ve been all up in your space all day, sorry,” you chuckled.

“Oh it’s never a problem, Y/n. You know you’re welcome to my man-cave anytime,” Steve nudged your shoulder.”

“Man-cave,” you repeated mockingly, snickering.

You grabbed a still filled bottle of beer and walked out the door, not without shouting your goodbye probably annoying your other neighbors. You walked to your apartment seeing the clock said it was around five. You grabbed your laptop and opted for pizza considering you didn’t really want to make anything from the kitchen.

About to input your card information on the website for delivery, you noticed you didn’t have your wallet or your phone. You left it at Steve’s. You walked across the hall and knocked on Steve’s but Steve didn’t open the door.

“Hey, I left my stuff here- Woah, you’re not Steve.”

A very tall fellow with striking blue eyes stood confidently at the door. He had fair skin and long brown locks pulled into a bun rested in the back of head. He was fucking gorgeous.

“Nope,” was all he said before Steve came up to the door.

“Hey you’re back. This my friend Bucky; the guy I grew up with, the one I told you about,” Bucky’s smile grew and you nearly buckled to the floor, gosh he was so handsome.

“I left my wallet and my phone,” you looked at Steve feeling Bucky’s eyes practically boring into you.

“Yeah let me grab it for you,” Steve ran away.

“So you’re Steve’s neighbor?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah; I’ve heard a few stories about you and Steve.”

“He’s told me a lot about you too. Failed to mention how beautiful you are,” what a fucking asshole. Your body and face grew hot at the compliment.

“Here ya go,” Steve came back, saving you from a potentially awkward situation.

“Thanks; uh… nice to meet you Bucky,” you ran back through your door.

“Uh, were you gonna tell me that your new bestie neighbor friend was fucking hot as hell?” Bucky said after he closed the door.

“Dude, come one. She’s too good for you,” Steve laughed, making Bucky roll eyes grinning.

For the rest of the day you couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky, and Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about you. Since that day, Bucky came around to Steve’s almost like clockwork. You were always making sure to leave right before he got there. You would peeked through your peephole, watching him go inside Steve’s apartment.

There were days where all three of you would hang out whether it’d be at your place or Steve’s, usually Steve’s, and those days were the worst. Bucky’s intentional stares and lingering touches. Sitting so close to you when you guys put a movie on.

One time when Steve went to the bathroom he asked if you had a boyfriend and regretfully you said no. It seemed as though his shameless flirting became even more shameless if that was even possible.

“Y/n, have I told you how good you look today?” Bucky asked you when you got back from having lunch.

“Yes, you have. About three times today,” you nudged his shoulder with yours.

“Ah shit. Y/n, I think I left my keys inside. Can I use your extra I gave you?”

“Sure,” you handed him your keys and he picked up the one that looked like an American flag since his birthday was the fourth of July. You thought it was funny and easy to remember.

“Ok thanks,” he handed them back once you guys settled inside.

“You guys want anything?”

“Nothing you couldn’t give me,” Bucky smirked at you, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m good Steve, thanks. I’m actually gonna head back to my apartment, I gotta finish homework,” you told him before leaving.

“You guys are still in school?” Bucky asked Steve when you left.

“She is. She’s working towards a PhD, I forgot in what,” Steve shrugged.

“Oh.” She’s smart, Bucky thought.

“I should probably get going too. I’ve got my bike and I heard it was going to rain for the next couple days.”

“Wait before you go, why won’t you ask Y/n on a date?” Steve smirked.

“Eh, she’s beautiful but I don’t think she’d go for a guy like me. She’s too smart,” Bucky chuckled.

“Nah, I think she likes you too,” Steve said.

“You gonna come by tomorrow?” he asked.

“If it doesn’t rain, sure.”

“It won’t; I’ll see ya then.”

Tomorrow came quickly and your head was buried in a textbook and your hand in a bag of chips. You had order takeout already and quickly ate it leaving boxes and plastics to-go utensils littered all over your table. On the bright side, or rather rainy, droplets fell gracefully down the window in front of you. They weren’t heavy but the drizzle was still very pleasant.

Rainys days were always your favorite. You usually spent them on your bed that laid underneath a window and if you needed extra comfort you’d crack it so you could hear the rainfall and cars drive over wet asphalt. It was peaceful.

Pulling you from your concentration was a firm knock on the door.

“Buck, whatcha doing here?” you opened the door.

“Steve said to come by but he’s not here,” he told you.

“Oh weird. He didn’t say he was going out. Did you try his spare?”

“It’s not there,” you frowned at his statement.

“Here let me grab my keys and I can let you in, he won’t mind.”

You grabbed your keys and searched for the American Flag key for Steve’s apartment but you could find it. The last you used it was when Steve needed his key because he left his in his apartment. Wait, how did he lock his apartment if he didn’t have his key? Why didn’t he use his spare; where is his spare?

“Hey, I don’t know where his key is so why don't you just come inside and wait here,” you offered. Did Steve steal your key? Why?

“Do you want anything to drink?” you asked him.

“You got beer?” he smiled cheekily.

“Of course I do,” you smirked.

Bucky came in and you quickly cleaned your disaster of a living room. There were papers and books everywhere, cups and plates piled on the coffee table. Bucky didn’t seem repulsed but he did mention slyly that he thought you were a tidy person. You punched his shoulder laughing saying you usually are but exams were tight right now. Not only that but you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a guy over.

You put a movie on for you and Bucky drinking beer and eating some snacks you had in a cabinet. You weren’t going to lie, being around Bucky like this was comforting but also nerve-wrecking. He was so handsome and of course that made you nervous. And his continuous shameless flirting did nothing for your own confidence.

“Awe man, Steve said he can’t come home,” Bucky read the message out loud.

“Why?”

“Said he got caught in the rain,” he told you.

“What a fucking liar. It’s hardly drizzling,” you laughed out loud.

Almost immediately Steve texted you asking if you let Bucky in your apartment and you replied saying that you would let him in his but that you knew he stole your key.

I’d do no such thing, he replied and you rolled your eyes.

Remember to use protection! ;)

I knew it! You stole your key from my chain so he’d have come in my apartment, you sent.

Make sure he doesn’t come in you ;D.

Grossss.

“What’s with the face?” Bucky grinned.

“Steve texted me and he is being an ass,” you laughed.

“What, he stole your key so I’d have to come here cause he thinks we’ll go at it like rabbits?” he grinned.

“Did you set him up to sleep with me?” you asked, slightly disgusted that he would something like that.

“No! I just, I grew up with Steve, I know him like the back of my hand. Asked me to come over and surprisingly isn’t there, no spare and you don’t have his key either? I kinda put the pieces together,” he said.

“I would never do something that shallow,” he said.

“Sorry, I don’t think you’re shallow I just- I don’t know,” you stuttered, there goes your chance of even something happening.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smirked.

You didn’t know exactly how or what happened next. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through you, or the constant tension between you two especially now that Steve wasn’t there with you guys. But either way here you were, your back pressed against your bedroom door, hands held above your head, Bucky’s thigh between your legs, and he kissed you messily.

You chest pressed against his own and Bucky released your hands, cupping your jaw with them to kiss more softly. Your hands went under his shirt and you could feel all the curves and definitions of his muscles. Your nails scratched lightly and you felt him tighten his muscles even more.

He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it swiftly over his head and your mouth practically watered at the sight before you. You noticed small scars and bumps on his shoulder and you grew curious but Bucky’s lips against your neck were too distracting to ask any questions.

Bucky lifted your own shirt and kissed down your chest and collarbones moving your bra strap to leave small bites and marks along them. He kissed down your stomach slowly kneeling to the ground in front of you. He pulled you sweatpants off leaving a trail of kisses along your legs.

You stared down at him biting your lip and with a wicked smile, his lower lip also between his teeth, he pulled your panties down your legs. He licked his lips bringing his fingers up to your core. You gasped softly feeling Bucky spreading your arousal around. He slowly licked a long stripe up your center, and your body practically melted at the feeling.

Bucky lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder as he continued to circle your clit with his tongue and finger you. Your hands played with his hair and you breathed heavily getting closer and closer to your release. Bucky added another finger to pump in and out of you. He pressed kisses in between whispers of praises and your legs trembled.

“You look so fucking hot, babe. Taking my fingers so well,” he said.

“Fuck, Bucky, you feel so good,” you threw your head back hitting the door. Your hips bucked signaling that you were about to come and Bucky’s fingers curled and moved faster making you nearly screamed in pleasure. When you did, Bucky leaned forward lapping up your arousal that spilled out of you.

He got up and kissed you softly telling you how good you were and how beautiful you looked just now. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He walked to your bed and laid you down gently. Your finger traced and brushed over the planes of muscles across his chest. The light caught the definitions of the bumps and scars, more prominently this and Bucky noticed your soft gaze.

“I was in a motorcycle accident a few years ago. I almost lost my arm that day. It still hurts sometimes but it’s manageable,” he whispered.

You smiled sadly brushing your fingertips over the scarred skin.

“I’m so sorry,” you said sadly.

“It’s alright, babe. I have this scar in particular, I think it looks like a star but Steve said I was crazy,” he smiled, moving his shoulder to point at the red scar that did in fact look like a star; a very misshapen one but you could see it.

You kissed his shoulder softly before smiling at him and ruffling his hair playfully. He dipped his head down and nipped your skin making you giggle and squeal at his playful antics. He picked his head back up and stared at you for a minute; his gaze made you flushed and shy.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. His hands caressed your skin from your sides to your bare hips up to your cheeks and jaw. You bit your lip and casted your eyes down avoiding his.

“What, you don’t believe me?” he chuckled.

“No, it’s not that.”

“What is it?” He held your hand.

“Nothing, just…” Bucky raised his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

“People don’t tell me those things. It’s been a while since someone said those words to me,” you whispered.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore because I intend to tell you everyday how beautiful you are. How gorgeous you are. How funny you are. How kind you are. How perfect you are,” he kissed along jaw and neck whispering these things in your ear that erupted butterflies in your stomach and chills along your arms.

“Let me show you,” he looked intimately in your eyes. You bit your lip shyly before nodding and Bucky shimmied out of his own pants and boxers. His cock rested against your thigh as he dropped his garments to the side and you could feel just how hard he was.

“You feel that baby girl? You feel how fucking hard you get me? So fucking sexy,” he kissed you messily; his hand falling between your bodies to pump his cock. He reached down to grab his pants once more pulling a condom from his pocket and you smirk teasingly at him.

“What?” he smiled.

“Did you plan on spending tonight between my legs?” you smirked.

“No, but I sure as hell dream about it every night since I met you,” he kissed softly before tearing the foil and wrapping his dick.

He reached behind your back, you arched your chest up for him to remove the bra you still had on and when he tossed the garment to the side he groaned at the gorgeous sight in front of him. His hands kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts, his fingers pinching at your perked nipples.

Bucky slowly slipped past your folds and you instantly felt full from his size. After just the tip, you were worried that he might be too big but even with how big Bucky felt inside you, the pressure was too good and you were already moaning beneath him. He leaned forward capturing your breast in his mouth and his tongue swirled around your bud, teething nipping ever so lightly making your body shudder.

Your hand went to his head and the band keeping his hair back was lost in your sheets. His hair fell forward brushing over your skin creating goosebumps along your chest and arms. Your finger combed through his long locks and your nails scratched his scalp lightly, making Bucky’s eyes flutter shut.

He released your breasts with a lewd pop before giving the other the same attention. His hips rocked in and out of you at a delicious pace and your legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer to you, his cock reaching deeper inside you. Your moans grew louder with each thrust and Bucky’s groans did too.

He nibbled on your ear chuckling darkly at how good he was fucking you. Practically taunting you as you got insanely close to a release.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“No one is ever gonna fuck you this good.”

“You’re all mine, baby girl. All mine.”

You whined and shook beneath him and his thrust became sporadic. It only took a few more thrusts until both of you groaned loudly in pleasure. Bucky’s head buried in your neck and your chest pressed against his in an arch. When you came down from your climax, your felt eyes instantly felt heavy and droopy. You breathe heavily, your hands lazily scratch his head.

Bucky kissed tiredly along your neck basically purring at the feeling of your scratches. You turned the window directly beside you and watched the rain gracefully fall down the window. The blue hue coming from the night was a beautiful contrast to the warm blurred lights of the city and your small lamp that you always had on.

Bucky lifted himself and went to the bathroom quickly to discard the used condom. He cleaned himself before coming out to clean you up as well. You smiled at him brushing the hair from his sweaty forward and from his face. He left little kisses along your hips and thighs as he cleaned you up making you giggle softly at the feeling.

He tossed the dirty cloth in your laundry basket and climbed in bed back to savor the warmth you gave to him. His arms cuddled you close and he watched your eyes continue to watch the rainfall outside.

“My bike’s probably soaked,” he whispered.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you turned to him; the rain was coming down hard now and you felt bad.

“It’s alright. If this is how we get to spend our nights without Steve, he can get caught in the rain all he wants,” Bucky chuckled. You giggle before kissing him softly; falling into a harmonious sleep.

Bucky’s phone buzzed in his pant pocket and he reached carefully not to disturb you. He saw a message from Steve and rolled his eyes playfully already anticipating what his message was about.

Please tell you guys are together now. I can’t take the obnoxious flirting anymore, Steve sent.

I think you’re good, but don’t ya think you’ll be third wheeling a bunch?

Nah, I’m with Nat and we made official tonight, Steve sent.

Good for you bud. Thanks for this too. I really like Y/n and I know I can treat her.

I know you will. Otherwise I wouldn’t have let you gone near her XD

Bucky chuckled and you stirred a bit but ultimately went back to sleep curled into Bucky’s side even more. He smiled at your peaceful form. He dared say it but he definitely thought it. He knew he was up for a wild ride with you but he was more than ready to give you the world and more.

From then on, rainy days had become Bucky’s favorite as well.

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gaycaffeinebee · 3 years ago

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They’ll Be in Late

Warnings: Fluff, tension, slight innuendo, power struggle

History/pre-knowledge:

A and B’s relationship is pretty new; not everyone knows about it.

They had an unplanned sleepover and B carried completely asleep A to bed the night before.

A and B probably work together.

C is A’s bestfriend/sibling that also works with the two of them. C is staying in the hotel across the hall from A and B.

D is B’s bestfriend/sibling that works with or near where A, B, and C work.

*B wakes up to repetitive banging on the hotel door - A stirs a bit but they don't completely wake up - The two of them haven't moved an inch from where they fell asleep- B leans over to see A dead asleep - They just smile, holding back a small giggle cuz they don't want to wake A - The banging continues* "Jesus Christ!" *they attempt to get up without disturbing A - A rolls over and just latch on to B* "Damn it - okay" *They sit up and put A on they lap - B stands up holding on to A koala style - They walk over and open the hotel door - It's Person *C sees A half asleep in B’s arms - B immediately puts a finger over their mouth and shushes C* "Give us a bit we'll be out," *C nods and smiles - B closes the door and walks over to the couch to sit down, still holding on to A - they run their hand on the back of A’s neck* "Hey sweetheart- you gotta open your eyes for a bit longer," *A sits up, taking their head off B’s shoulder- Giving B the bitchiest ‘What the fuck do you want’ face- B smiles and laughs a bit* B- "Aw hey there good morning to you too - Alrighty do you want me to do your hair and makeup for work? And do you want left-overs for breakfast?" A- *they huff* "Questions?" B- *They just hold on to A tighter and relaxes into the couch* "Yes I know, communication is the goddamn devil," A- "Mhmmmm," B- "Sweetheart, you have to wake up," A- *groggily* "YOU gotta wake up - biTch," B- "Insulting the same person you called babe yesterday - low blow love, low blow," *A sits up, reluctantly* B- "Do you want to become one with my shoulder before this afternoon?" A- "Yes," *they slump back down on top of B for a second time* B- "Alright, can I get my phone please?" *A leans with B so they can grab their phone from next to the couch - B switches hands so they can still hold onto A - They unlock their phone, dial a number, and bring it to their ear - it rings a few times and then A hears a chirpy voice on the other end* over the phone - "Hi hi! This is D! What can I do ya for B?" B- "Heyyy D - Can I ask a favor?" D- "Of course of course- What's up?" B- "Can you tell *A and B’s boss’ name* that A’ll be late and then can you come to my hotel and pick A up for work in about 10 minutes? I don’t have a car right now," D- "Your hotel? For A- *A full name* is in your hotel room?! OH MY GOSH DID I MISS SOMETHING???" B- *smiling with slight annoyance* "Yes D, my hotel," D- "Hehe alright you got it kiddo - gimme 10- I'll be there," B- "Thanks D!" *He hangs up* B- "You wanna sit here for a little bit longer while we wait for D?" A- "Yes please," B- "Okay love I got you" *They hold onto A a little tighter* *silence* B- "You asleep yet?" A- "Uh no of course not," B- "Because I asked you to be awake or is because of something else?" A- "I can smell the food on the counter," B- "It was because I asked you to," A- "It was because you asked me to," B- *smiles* "Of course - Do you wanna snack a bit before D gets here?" *A sits up and looks B in the eye very directly* A- "Did you carry me to bed last night?" B- "You didn't answer my question-" A- "And you didn't answer mine," B- "I asked first," A- "And I-" *A re-situates themself - still straddling B - They lean in very close to B’s face with their hand now on B’s chin- "-asked second... and this is the part when you answer," B- *struggles to breathe for a second* "Yeah uhuh," *re-gains composure - they put their hand behind A’s back and quickly flip them over - now A’s back is on the couch and B’s face is less than an inch from theirs* B- *in a hushed voice* "I asked and now you don't get to answer. You’re gonna eat something," *A can feel B’s breath on their face and they don't know what to do* *B sits up quickly, gets off of them, and goes to the counter where the food is* *A sits up and gathers themself while B is fumbling around in the kitchen in silence- A stands up realizing B’s back turned to them- they walk up too B and turn them around, forcing B up against the kitchen wall - A finds B’s left hand easily (as B tried to flip A again) and they put it right above B’s head, pinned to the wall* A- "Hey hot stuff-" *A trails their hand softly but fast down B’s chest down to their belt buckle and hook a few fingers on it* "I think you have a small issue with following- *A pulls on their belt a bit and B takes a sharp breath* “-through on things," *A leans in with the goal to get to B’s neck- now realizing that they have a bit of height on B - A has to lean down to actually get close to B correctly* "You shouldn't play with me - k?" *A says intentionally breathing heavily up B’s neck- B’s breath hitched and face flushed red- eventually reaching B’s face again and directly looking them in the eye* "-'cause you'll loose," *D knocks on the hotel door quite loudly and then bursts into the room with a box of stuff and a room key- A turns around quickly standing directly in front of B- D sets the box down on the table next to the door and A runs over to D quickly* D- "AHHHH hi A!" A- *hugs D and turns them around so they can’t see B* "Long time no see D!" *A hugs them long enough to see, over D's shoulder, B's red face and them trying to regain composure - D lets go of you and turns around* D - *very concerned voice* "B are you breathin’ okay? You look like you just ran a marathon," *B is still holding eye contact with A, kind of panicked* *A walks over to B eyeing their pants, grinning, and then making eye contact again* "Yea they sure do, don't they?" *B breathes for the first time in what seems to be ages when A turns around to talk to D* *B has almost completely zoned out - A’s voice pulls them from this state* A- "Hey you - you wanna go freshen up while D works with me for a minute?" B- "Oh uh yea I'll go do that - now."

#writing prompt #my writing #dialogue prompt #otp prompt #otp things #otp ideas #creative writing #otp dialogue #otp tension #otp teasing #slight innuendo #power struggle

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩

challenge: clair’s 22nd birthday bash by @romantic-barnes

prompt: soda pop

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1222 words

warnings: fluff, a lil baby bit of angst, a smooth fucker named james barnes, and language

summary: getting to work early wasn’t so bad after all.

a/n: happy birthday clair! i hope you like this, cuz i had a lot of fun writing it. this prompt was super fun to play around with, and 40′s bucky is a little sneaky charmer. also, i had to look up forties slang, so i have no clue whether it’s accurate or not. as always, thank you to my sassy but amazing beta @transparentfestivaltiger. anyways, enjoy, and if you haven’t already, you should join @romantic-barnes birthday celebration! thank you so much <3

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The diner was empty when she went in. Sighing, she headed to the back of the dimly lit room and hung up her coat on the hook in the kitchen. The first shift on Wednesday morning truly was the worst.

“Callie, Sue?” Y/N called out, but no answer came back except for the echo of her voice. Today wasn’t her day. Of course, it had been her choice to stay out at the dance hall, but her bastard of a date, Richie, had left her to dance with another girl, and she spent the rest of the night wallowing in the corner and drinking her woes away. The bin of dirty white aprons wasn’t under the sink like usual, so she went up to the front counter and saw that there was already someone waiting outside the glass doors.

This early? She could’ve sworn it was eight-thirty when she entered, so she checked the clock right above the jukebox. Yup, it was only eight forty. Figuring it was another drunk, she unlocked the door and spoke. “Good morning, sir, can I help you?”

The man looked up from the ground and smiled at Y/N. Boy, was he a dreamboat. Nicely pressed uniform, neat chestnut hair, pretty blue eyes, and a charming smile that could knock anyone off their feet. Y/N’s knees nearly buckled on the spot.

“Yes, I was wondering if I could come in and get some soda from a beautiful gal?” She visibly flushed at his words, and he grinned wider when he saw.

“We don’t open for about another fifty minutes, but if you’d like, you can sit until the others start coming in.”

She opened the door for him, and he stepped in with a quick, “thank you.” He seemed to have never been there before, and he looked around in wonder. “I’ve gotta be honest, this place is a whole lot nicer than some of the diners where I’m from.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she walked behind the counter and found the aprons. “Are you not from around here?”

“Just across the bridge in Brooklyn.”

She smiled. “So you're another one of those Brooklyn boys, aren’t ya?”

“Ah, so you’ve heard of us?” When she just rolled her eyes and walked to the back, he grinned. “What about you, sugar, where are you from?”

“My daddy moved up here from Virginia, but I’m from Manhattan, born and raised.” The workers in the kitchen started entering, and they both could hear the clanging of metal in the back. “I should probably go and check-in with the guys. Anything you want while I’m back there? Or I can get you a good cup of joe?”

“How about a cola, with two straws, so we can share?” He posed it as a question, a lopsided smirk accompanying it.

She leaned over the counter, her face inches away from his. “And why should I be sharing a drink with a stranger?”

“The name’s James Barnes, doll, but you can call me Bucky. Close friends only.”

Y/N scoffed and walked to the back to grab his soda. Truthfully, her heart was racing, because this handsome man was charming her socks off, but she had a history with men like them. They were sweet in the beginning, then they used and cheated her. Maybe she had been corrupted at a young age when Carl had left her for another girl in high school, but her mantra remained the same: love is for fools. Regardless of that loud voice screaming at Y/N to stop interacting with him, she grabbed a cola from the icebox, waved to the boys who had started working, and grabbed two red straws walking back out from the kitchen.

“So, Mr. Barnes, I see that it’s fair that I tell you my name now that I know yours. I’m Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Bucky.” He winked at her and took the opened bottle from her.

“Now, we aren’t strangers,” he smirked, “so how about that soda pop?” Seeing her rolled eyes, he laughed, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat to this man.

“Okay, but I start my shift in,” she checked the clock, and saw it was nine at this point, “thirty minutes, so you best be gone by the time other customers start coming in or they’re gonna think I’m sweet on you.”

“Are you not already, sugar?” He mocked an expression of offense, and she laughed. “Well, damn, I was putting on my best show!”

That was what struck a chord in Y/N. A show. It never lasted long, did it? Once they got bored, they stopped the show, the circus, and moved on to their next location. Her sadness must’ve shown up on her face because Bucky noticed her small frown. “What’s wrong, Y/N? You feelin’ okay?”

“Are you a heartbreaker, James?” Her harsh tone surprised him. “Because I don’t waste my time on a silly boy, who’s gonna take my love and trample over it. Who’s understanding and kind, but then sees another sweet thing and leaves. I don’t want that anymore.”

Her eyes teared up at the confession, but she couldn’t help it. There was no luck for her at this point and the night before had just been proof. Bucky immediately took her hand and placed his lips on it.

“Doll, I swear on my life, I have no intention of breaking your heart, and I’ve gotta say that if anything, you’ll be breaking mine.” With a sigh, he continued. “Maybe another guy showed up, and maybe the fella did you wrong, but that doesn’t mean that that’s all love is. He’s a rotten man if he couldn’t see the gem that was right in front of him. Love, it’s real Y/N, and giving it out is scary, but when you find the right person, it’ll all be worth it. And right now, my heart is in the hands of a pretty beautiful dame who’s standin’ right in front of me.”

Tears silently trickled down her face, smearing her mascara, but he didn’t care. Y/N had held his heart from the moment he saw her through the diner door. “What do you say, doll, you trust me?”

Her face broke into a small smile. Nodding, she grabbed the two straws and dropped them into the opening of the cola bottle. “How about that soda, then we can start talking about when you’ll pick me up for our date?”

He grinned and took a sip of the cold soda. “Tomorrow night, seven o’clock, at the Roseland Ballroom. You’ll wear your nicest dress, and I’ll have my hair all slicked back, and I’ll pick you up from your house. I’ll make some talk with your daddy and mother, and we’ll hold hands as we walk, and eventually spend the whole night dancin’ until our feet fall off. Then, I’ll walk you back home and kiss you sweetly by your front door, and give you my number so I can take you out again. How does that sound?”

Y/N’s lips widened into a full grin, and she managed to nod before taking a sip of their shared soda pop. “That sounds real swell, Bucky.”

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stusbunker · 4 years ago

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Hunters’ Crossing: Moving In

A Kinky Swingin’ Supernatural AU

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 3535

Square Filled: Teasing

Summary: Dean and you work on moving into your new house. Which just happens to be Sam and Rowena’s old place. A neighbor stops by while Dean is out, welcoming you to the cul-de-sac. As the day goes on, you enjoy distracting your husband until he has had enough.

Warnings: 18yo+, shower sex, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, fingering, anal sex, analingus, dirty talk, just happy couple smut.

Pre-read by @cracksinthewalls & @thoughtslikeaminefield (who also made the awesome header).

Dean had been up and itching to get the show on the road for over an hour. The only things left unboxed in the two bedroom ranch, you had been renting since moving back to town, was the mattress, bedframe and a change of clothes. As of sometime after midnight, Dean and you were packed and ready to go. Unfortunately for your husband, you were still sound asleep.

He started pacing, or what sounded like pacing from your exhausted face-down state. It turned out he had started moving the boxes from your room to the driveway.

Dean wasn’t being loud, but it was really fucking early for that.

You crawled out of bed just after eight, shrugged into the old top and leggings you had left out the night before, and prayed he had gotten coffee.

“And she’s up,” Dean snapped his fingers in excitement. You grumbled your good morning, but snuggled into his side as he dialed Benny, his lead mechanic and the guy who was bringing the trailer. You nursed your coffee (with all the right fixings) as Dean finished his call.

“Can you believe where we’re gonna be livin’?” Dean kissed your temple, then looked down at you like a kid on the way to Disneyland.

“Uh, yeah, so can the bank account. You’re lucky you’re so cute and Sam’s lucky you have a soft spot for him,” you finished on a mumble.

“You love that house, don’t be like that,” Dean tisked at you.

“I do! I do. It’s just, I could have slept for like four more hours,” you whined. “Thank you for my coffee.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but you could tell he was pleased he had done good. You left a quick kiss on his jaw before he walked away to start hauling more things outside.

Barely ten minutes had passed when Benny and Bobby sauntered up the walkway. Before you had even metabolized the caffeine, the first trip was underway.

Hunter’s Crossing was the last cul-de-sac at the end of Lawrence Lane. Which ran the length of the development known as the Ethereal Estates. The four bedroom, three bathroom McMansion that you and Dean had purchased from his younger brother Sam was on the northern corner, facing south. Dean pulled the Impala into the garage with Benny and Bobby with the truck and trailer filling the driveway right behind you.

As you climbed from the passenger’s seat, Benny let out an impressed whistle.

“Damn, Boss, you’ve gone full country club on us,” the large man drawled.

“Can it, nimrod, or you’ll give him an even bigger head,” Bobby warned. Benny and you both laughed.

“You done? Cuz, last time I checked you can walk and talk,” Dean snipped, only half-heartedly. Bobby gave you a gentle smile as you shivered against the early spring air. You all fell in line behind Dean and awaited your assignments.

Two hours into hauling furniture, Garth showed up to give a hand. Unlike Bobby and Benny, who worked directly for Dean at Winchester & Son’s garage, Garth, a long time friend, was an accountant who helped Dean learn the books when John retired. His wife Bess was the kindest person you had ever met.

You were settled into organizing mode when the guys left to pick up the last round of boxes. Then, the doorbell rang.

A man stood on the front porch, draped against the doorframe like he had known you for years, tucked into a fitted black suit paired with the softest looking tee shirt you had ever seen. His mischievous eyes crinkled above a flirtatious smirk as he introduced himself.

“Baz, hi, I’m at the center of the loop. Welcome to the neighborhood, wish it were over better circumstances, but happy to keep it in the family, as it were,” he rolled off before you could even reply. He must be in sales, you thought.

“Hi,” you gave him your name, finding it easy to smile under his charms.

“You're the sister-in-law? So where’s brother dearest?” He teased in a tonal accent.

“Oh you know, sent him to do the heavy lifting. They’ll be back before long.” You stood up straighter.

“Right, well, we’re having a dinner party next week. It’s kind of a regular thing, we take turns hosting, and my wife’ll kill me if I don’t pass on the invite. Friday at seven? We have cocktails, and get gussied up for one another,” he mentioned passively, but you caught the drift. It wasn’t a backyard barbecue. “It’s all a bit pretentious if you ask me-- Well, who am I kidding, right?”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his expense. “It sounds great--- Bash?”

“Baz,” his voice sizzled along the last letter.

“Baz, sorry. Uh, I’ll have to check with Dean, but I don’t think we have anything going on.” You gave him your best customer smile.

“How about I’ll just pop back when you’re better settled? I didn’t mean to pressure you, love,” Baz waved as he backed off the porch.

“You’re fine, really,” you apologized. “It’s just the first day, a lot to sort out.”

“Of course! Take your time. Right, well, I’ll be seeing you, ta ta,” Baz waved with a tight lipped grin.

You closed the door and exhaled. That was more than you had heard from your neighbors in the three years you had lived at your last place. It was kind of exciting getting an invitation on the first day, now if you could just convince your husband to go. But Dean didn’t really get ‘gussied up’ for much.

Dean found you in the kitchen, kneeling on the counters as you sorted the plates. There was so much space, everything was able to get its own shelf. You heard him start the tap, just out of your line of sight. Quickly, you sensed his amusement as you continued to stack and place the piles by size.

“Don’t laugh at me, it’s easier this way,” you said without looking at him. When he didn’t reply, you grew curious to what he was up to, slowly you turned around to find him leaning against the island which held the double sink, eyes firmly on your ass. You sighed, but leered back at him, down to just his t-shirt after the last of your belongings had been unloaded. He wiped his wet lips with the hem of his shirt, flashing the sweaty plane of his abs at you.

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” Dean sassed, waving you back to the task at hand.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing off the counter with an exaggerated arched back. You broke down the box and moved onto the next, knowing Dean was enjoying his water break more than he should.

“Why don’t you call for pizza? Get the guys fed for all their help,” you suggested as you climbed back up to stock another set of cabinets, this time with glassware.

Dean nodded before he finished off the last of his water. As he scrolled through his phone for a number, you remembered your visitor.

“Babe? You got anything going on on Friday?” You watched him think.

“No, why?” Dean didn’t look up, brow scrunched in concentration.

“We were invited to the neighbors’ for a dinner party,” you sing-songed the last words, emphasizing the level of chic.

“What neighbors?” Dean paused.

“The ones in the big house in the middle. Baz, was his name. Said they do it a lot and take turns hosting,” you shrugged. “Could be fun. It was nice to be welcomed to the neighborhood.”

“How long was this guy here?” Dean’s face froze in suspicion.

“He just stopped by!” You chuckled aghast, but you couldn’t hide the blush Dean’s interrogation had brought back.

“So, what, he just conveniently shows up to check out the hot new neighbor when he saw us leave?” Dean shook his head and stood straight, squaring off. “I don’t know, sounds like a creepy thing to do.”

“Shut up, he’s married! He said his wife would kill him if he didn’t extend the invitation. Calm down, would ya?” You hopped down to face him. Dean grumbled and went back to his phone. “Hey?”

“What?” Dean huffed.

“I love you.” You placed your chin on his shoulder as he got over his temporary pouting.

“Yeah?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, and smirked at you.

“Yep.” You popped the p.

“You want the usual?” Dean put his phone to the opposite ear.

“Please?” You grinned, as he settled against the sink once more.

His fingertips swatted the curve of your hip as you walked away.

You had left an entire room for the empty boxes. Without enough furniture to fill the space and after Sam and Rowena sold off half of theirs to cover the costs of the divorce, it was easy to let the cardboard pile up as the day went on. As you waited for lunch to arrive, you trudged through the living room to drop off another few flattened boxes.

Dean asked Benny and Garth to reassemble your bed and the guest bed upstairs, while he and Bobby organized tools and lawn equipment in the garage. You could see Dean and the older man talking through the window in the study, or the current box depot. Your husband had a fantastic profile and you took a few moments to appreciate it.

Slowly you tore yourself from your reverie and started to break down the remaining intact boxes. You quickly grew overheated and bent over to crack the window. You caught Dean’s eye as you wrenched the stiff windowpane up. He was watching you from the tops of his eyes, mouth open as his tongue played with his top teeth.

He always had such a sinful mouth.

The glint of chrome flashed from his window up to yours, the wrenches he was lining up nearly forgotten as you ducked your head out the window, strategically pinning your breasts between your folded arms. He was not shy about taking in the show, his eyes grew dangerous with want.

There was a sudden pounding on the front door. Just as quickly as you draped yourself out the window, you rocked back and away from Dean’s hungry glare.

The beer bottle was cold against your lips as you let the tangy liquid wash down the mouthful of pizza you had practically inhaled. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the smell wafted in from off the porch. Best pizza around and you were finally in the delivery radius, suburbia already had its perks.

“Save some for us, darlin’,” Benny teased, as he cracked off the top to his bottle.

"Hey, I'm not the one driving anywhere, you get your one, the rest are mine," you sassed back.

You took another sip, locking eyes with your husband across the table. He licked his lips before taking a generous swallow of beer. A familiar heat sizzled in his eyes.

"Good to know who's really in charge," Bobby nudged Garth to hand him his beer, which Garth passed on.

"I don't want to get drunk," the skinny man reasoned.

"Yeah, and I don't want to have to call Bess to pick you up," Dean agreed and took the offered beer from Bobby, though his was nearly full.

"Somebody's ready to celebrate," Bobby teased.

"They're ready for something," Benny taunted. "A little horizontal mambo seems to be in the cards."

"It has been a long day, a little might be all he's got left," Bobby agreed.

You almost spit out your beer as you giggled with their banter. Dean chugged his beer and rolled his shoulders.

"Mind your business, or I'll have you work late every Friday until I'm sick of looking at ya," Dean said after a faint belch.

"Yes, sir," Benny nodded, smirking at you with a little wink. You shook your head and sighed. The food quickly disappeared alongside the beer, leaving you all stuffed and lethargic. You rolled your shoulders and followed the guys out through the garage. Dean shook hands goodbye while you leaned against the double wide door frame, smiling and waving. You were grateful for all they had done to get you settled in.

“Have a good weekend, boys!” you called, watching them climb into the truck. Dean sauntered back to your side, sweat stained shirt rumpled, hair askew, and handsome as ever.

“Ready to go break in that fancy shower?” he asked, fingertip dragging your hair from your pulse point. A devilish chill ran down your spine, you couldn’t help but shiver from his touch.

“I am beat, Hot Stuff,” you lamented. “A shower does sound amazing though.”

“Let’s get you naked, then we’ll see who’s beat,” Dean punned horribly.

You groaned and then gave him a meager chuckle. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?”

“I’m fucking hilarious, it’s one of the reasons you married me,” Dean insisted, leading you back into the house by the small of your back. You stomped through the mudroom and passed the kitchen to the stairs, every step up felt like you had concrete bricks for feet.

“No rush or anything,” Dean teased, hands firmly on your hips, always so supportive.

“Why did we buy a two story house?”! You fell dramatically forward, slumped on the landing, with your legs and arms askew like limp noodles. “Can I just nap here first? It’s so far!”

Dean stood two steps behind you, hands on his hips and bitch face on. “Really?”

You rolled to your back, knees bent and propped yourself up on your elbows, as if it was the hardest thing in the world. Starring up at his annoyed face, you got creative.

“Please? Just take a little break with me?” You opened your legs suggestively, seeing his eyes rake over your body before he rolled them in mock annoyance.

“Five minutes, then I’m getting clean, with or without you,” Dean warned. He fell into the cradle of your thighs, his chest was flush with your heat, as his face burrowed into your cleavage. His arms snaked around your shoulders, holding you up to him like a pillow. It would have been uncomfortable, if he didn’t feel so damn good squishing you into the plush carpet.

Every inch he touched burned through your clothing, the radiant heat of his body oozing into your tired muscles, turning your blood into molten sludge, pooling at your core. Dean hummed and shifted above you, the tip of his nose teasing a nipple.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in every room of this house,” Dean murmured, voice husky and full of promise. “Gonna make you scream my name until there is no doubt every inch of this place belongs to me.”

“To us,” you replied, pulling his face up to look at your lust blown eyes.

“Just you and me,” Dean agreed, kissing a clothed tit, and then the next. He slid up on his toes until his hard edges crooked against your welcoming curves. Then he kissed you blind.

You twisted your hands into his hair and the back of his shirt, clinging to him as he sucked every memory of exhaustion from your mind. The satisfaction of a day’s work done and the hope of new beginnings flooded into your already happy existence, filling you with a blissed out giddiness as Dean began to grind his hips against you. You gasped, breaking the kiss, before dragging his shirt over his head.

He leaned back and placed a swift kiss on your lips. “Five minutes are up.”

You groaned in dismay as Dean untangled himself from your limbs and climbed the last six steps to the second floor.

“You coming or what?” He barked at you, belt already flapping open, erection poking his shorts out of his fly.

Dean usually hated shower sex, too many slippery surfaces and not a lot of space to get things done. But now that you had a walk in shower stall, custom-made for his giant brother, Dean had become an enthusiast.

What started on the stairs, led to him staying dressed on the bottom half until you were completely bare. Then he started the water, letting it get as close to boiling as he could stand and how he knew you liked it. He escorted you under the massive showerhead and pulled back your hair, letting the water soak every inch of your skin.

He wouldn’t let you touch him.

Then he started to scrub, louva sudsy and soothing over your shoulders, under your arms, around your breasts, leaving the parts that needed him most tight and wanting. Once you were as clean as he was going to let you get, Dean brought out the shampoo, letting you finish, not trusting himself to be gentle enough with your tresses.

It took him less than five seconds to finally get naked.

Once your hands reached above your head, Dean started his attack. He lapped one nipple into his hungry mouth as you groaned. Dean watched you the entire time as he mouthed your tits, wanting to push you to the edge as many times as he could get away with.

Fucking tease.

Then he moved between your legs, and the way he left parts of you unwashed all made sense. Because he wanted to taste you, not your floral body wash. He fell to his knees and hooked a thigh over his shoulder, leaving rough kisses on each thigh. Back and forth he went until you were dizzy and whimpering. He rinsed his hands and licked his finger tips for good measure, watching you wait for him to get on with it.

Then he began to stroke your folds. Ever so carefully, he pulled you open, cherishing the way you quaked for him. Your wetness only aiding in the tortuously slow glide of his fingers, front to back, back to front. After more breaths than you could keep track of, Dean pressed into you, two calloused fingers as deep as they could go.

You grasped his neck, desperate to hold on, because as soon as he would, you needed Dean’s tongue on your throbbing clit.

“Whoa--- everything alright up there?” Dean said with laughter in his voice.

“God, fuck, Dean,” you begged.

“Yeah?”

“Please, stud, I need you,” you panted, nails digging into his back.

“Might want to think about how you were acting all day then. Climbing around like a jungle cat. Practically flashing me and Bobby in the garage. Flirting with the neighbors,” Dean tisked at you. “I’m just giving you what you gave me.”

Then he shut up and put out. That sinful mouth decadently pulled and puckered every inch of flesh, until you were screaming over the torrent of the shower. Once his tongue joined his fingers, you were gone. Liquid heat squeezed out of you as your body shuddered out the aftermath, thanking his skillful digits for their efforts.

At long last, you were bent in half, hands braced against the intricate tile as he speared into you from behind. Your body fighting to keep the water out, which only pushed Dean to thrust harder against the unrelenting tightness. Your legs were going to give out soon, it was all too much, the warmth of the shower and the way, even on your tiptoes, Dean had to crouch with his bowed legs to hit your sweet spot with every single stroke.

When he smacked your ass, you faltered, elbows bending and falling forward. He caught you, slowly easing out of your abused cunt, until you were back on steady feet. You turned to kiss his pink lips, still heady with your juices. Carefully Dean reached behind you to turn off the water, brushing his chest against yours. You reached up and pinched his nipple. In return, he let his hand drop down to cup your mound, tapping a gentle rhythm across your slit.

“Ready for that nap, now?” He offered, kissing your temple.

“Definitely.

You spent the rest of the weekend unpacking and screwing, just like Dean wanted: in every room of the house.

He ate you out as a pre-breakfast in bed, first thing Sunday morning, slow and dirty. The noises that came from his plush lips made you writhe just as much as the work his tongue put in. You sucked him off while he made you a proper meal, but only during the prep work as bacon spatter is nothing to toy with.

You rode him while he tried to watch opening week baseball highlights in your new living room, your bare legs deliciously smooth against the leather of the couch. He took your ass after he watched you doing laundry, bending down to pull the hot towels out of the dryer was too much for him. So, he dragged you up stairs to a spare bedroom, licked you clean and then worked you twice over before slamming home and filling you filthy.

Moving was the best idea you’d ever had. You loved the house and couldn’t wait to get to know your neighbors. Life was good, you just didn’t realize it could get even better.

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riotwritesthings · 4 years ago

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Ode to Yoga Pants

OR the continued terrible mating dance of Bucky and Tony

AKA when betting on your friends stops being fun

Title: Ode to Yoga Pants Collaborator Name: Riot Bucky Barnes Bingo Square Filled: K5, Team Dynamics StarkBucks Bingo Square Filled: O5, “I’d like it if you stayed.” Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: M Major Tags & Triggers: Mutually pining morons, humor Summary: OR the continued terrible mating dance of Bucky and Tony, AKA when betting on your friends stops being fun Word Count: 2,282

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Tony is heading to the gym for Steve’s newly mandated team training time and yeah, he’s late, but he does have coffee. So at least he’s on brand.

It looks like everyone else has beat him here, which isn’t really surprising, and Tony tosses out a grin and wave in response to the unimpressed look Steve shoots him.

Then his eyes land on Bucky. Who is doing one armed pushups. Completely vertically, pointed toes up in the air and strands of hair falling loose around his face where it’s come loose from the hair tie. And he is in yoga pants.

They hug his calves, his ass, his thighs, tight black spandex with gray piping up sides and Tony is weak.

Forget team bonding, Tony needs to get out of here right now, before he makes a fool of himself. Except he spins too quickly, hot coffee sloshing over the rim of his mug and onto his fingers, and he’s so busy hissing over the sharp burst of pain that he walks straight into the door as it swings shut.

“Ack, fuck,” Tony gasps, more hot coffee splashing out across his hand, rubbing at his forehead and apparently he’s a little dizzy because he goes to take a step back and tilts to the side instead, bouncing off the wall.

He’s almost caught his balance, and then he trips over Sam’s stupid jump rope, and then his thighs hit the weight bench and he tumbles backwards over it, the last dregs of his coffee somehow ending up entirely on his chest.

“Damnit Wilson,” Tony grumbles, “I knew you were out to get me!”

There’s a soft chuckle from somewhere above him, and Tony pries his eyes open. He’s half expecting to see Sam, ready to defend himself and deny that he’s trying to kill Tony with workout equipment even though he very clearly is.

Instead it’s Bucky, leaning over him all shirtless and sweaty and concerned.

“You okay, doll?”

When Tony tries to speak all that comes out is a strangled gurgling sound, and Bucky’s concerned look gets deeper.

“Gross, they’re doing it again,” Sam complains, pausing mid situp to shoot a glare across the gym.

When Steve glances away from sparring with Natasha she takes the opportunity to pop him in the throat.

“This isn’t even funny anymore,” Natasha says while Steve coughs and hacks and gives her a dirty look.

“It stopped being funny weeks ago,” Rhodey says as he leans against the ropes of the boxing ring and shakes his head in disappointment.

“You’re just saying that because that’s when you were officially out of the betting pool,” Clint says with a snort.

“I really didn’t think it would take them this long,” he says with a morose sigh, “I’m ashamed.”

Steve makes a sound that might be agreement.

“New bet, how much worse can it possibly get?” Sam tries to joke, but he has a terrible feeling that it’s not a joke at all.

“I think we’re all the losers in that bet,” Natasha says as they all watch Bucky help a still clearly-swooning Tony out of the gym.

The poor pining morons don’t even notice they have an audience. Just like Bucky somehow doesn’t notice that Tony is literal putty in his hands, and Tony mysteriously doesn’t notice Bucky giving him the sappiest heart eyes ever.

It’s shameful, is what it is.

Tony lets Bucky drag him into the kitchen, sinks onto one of the stools when gently pushed in that direction, and he’s becoming uncomfortably aware that his shirt is still splattered with cooling coffee and probably clinging to his chest.

He should probably go change, and then maybe go hide out somewhere until he figures out how to deal with Bucky in yoga pants.

But before Tony can figure out how to convince his legs to actually move, Bucky is done digging around in the freezer and by his side again.

“Ow,” Tony says with an exaggerated wince as Bucky presses a bag of ice to the back of his head, and then nearly melts out of his seat when Bucky shushes him with a wide palm running down the back of his neck.

He’s not actually as rattled as Bucky seems to think he is, but Tony certainly isn’t going to correct him. It’s a much safer excuse than admitting his brain went to mush the second he saw Bucky’s thighs, all wrapped up and accentuated in tight black spandex, and it still hasn’t quite come back online.

From here, with Bucky standing beside him and gently holding his head still while Tony stares studiously at the floor, all Tony can see of Bucky is his foot. The tight black fabric ends just above the delicate bones of his ankle, his bare toes wiggling against the tile floor as he pulls the ice away and inspects Tony’s head.

Forget getting his brain working again, Tony is just trying to keep his stupid heart from crawling its way up his throat over ankles. Like some kind of repressed Puritan, Jesus.

Which means he can’t at all stop himself from nervously stuttering out “Those-those are uh, nice... you like yoga pants huh?”

There’s a vague sense of motion beside him, like Bucky is shrugging, as he says “They’re comfortable.”

“Uh huh, they-“ Tony starts to say, and then nearly swallows his tongue when Bucky steps around in front of him again.

His eyes automatically drag upwards, and it takes everything Tony has not to let himself linger, not to get caught staring at the frankly mouthwatering bulge of Bucky’s cock that his skin tight leggings are not doing a very good job of hiding.

He jerks his gaze up higher and it doesn’t help because oh god there’s Bucky’s chest, still bare and so close and by the time he finally manages to make himself look up at Bucky’s face he can’t breathe.

“They- uh, s-sure look it,” Tony stutters out, and furious blushing is totally a symptom of a concussion, right?!

Bucky’s smile stays warm and friendly, so he’s probably alright.

And all Bucky says is “You should try them! I can send you the site I got ‘em from, Nat recommended it to me.”

“Okay,” Tony squeaks and damnit he’s actually going to have to buy some yoga pants now. There’s no other way to play off his sudden fascination with them.

A week later, everyone has lost the bet.

They find the two morons asleep together on the couch, legs tangled and blankets wrapped around them both.

The entire team agrees it’s the most disgusting thing they’ve ever seen.

Steve is taking his frustrations out on a punching bag when Bucky suddenly ducks behind the bag, grabbing it and holding it still so he can hide behind it.

“What is this, why are you doing this?” Steve demands, rhythm thrown and half-debating just punching the bag anyways in the hopes that it’ll shake Bucky loose.

“Steve,” Bucky hisses, like he somehow hasn’t noticed that he already has Steve’s full attention, “Steve, I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

“What are you talking about?”

Bucky’s head pops out from around the punching bag, eyes fixed on something across the gym as he hisses “Tony bought yoga pants.”

Steve turns and sure enough, Tony and Natasha are standing near the sparring mats in matching black and gray patterned spandex.

“Does Nat get money every time she talks someone into buying those?” Steve has to wonder, because she has been relentlessly texting him the link too.

“Steve,” Bucky hisses again, “Steven. I can’t- how do I even- Steve-“

“What?!” Steve demands impatiently, because he really wants to go back to punching things, and not thinking about the awkward mating dance of his best friends.

“Look at his ass!”

Steve huffs and resists the urge to gag at the open reverence in Bucky’s tone. He does turn though, just in time to watch Tony bend over in a low stretch.

“Perfect little bubble, I just wanna bury my face in it and live there,” Bucky sighs.

“Huh,” Steve says, tilting his head a little to get a better view because damn, Bucky is not exactly wrong- “Ow!” He squawks when Bucky swings the punching bag into him, “you’re the one who told me to look!”

“Not like that!” Bucky snaps back. It looks like he’s considering hitting Steve with the punching bag again, and Steve holds up a single finger in warning.

“Do not,” he says sternly.

Bucky settles for just hugging the bag instead, gaze already drifting across the gym again. Steve has a terrible feeling he’s not going to get back to his workout.

“Please just ask him out,” Steve says plaintively, “pretend to act like a functional person.”

“How am I supposed to function when faced with The Most Amazing Ass Ever™️?!” Bucky demands, and then makes a weird whimpering sound as Tony no doubt does something. Like existing.

Steve refuses to look over, instead just sighing out “Get off my punching bag, you’re making this so weird.”

“I’m filin’ a complaint,” Bucky says, clearly not listening to him anymore and still staring with rapt attention at where Tony is apparently doing something fascinating. “These pants are supposed to be ‘super stretchy’ but they clearly did not count on boners cuz my dick is strangled.”

“Excuse me,” Steve says, already walking away, “I need to go vomit.”

Hell, next week he might skip mandatory team training.

Tony is laying on his stomach on the common room floor, propped up on his elbows as he pokes at his phone and kicks his feet lazily in the air.

He’s wearing bright red yoga pants today, and even Clint is not immune.

He catches himself after a couple seconds of staring at the swell and bounce of Tony’s ass, and gives himself a vigorous shake. That’s a good way to earn the Winter Soldier Death Glare.

Even if said Winter Soldier is too much of a disaster to actually do anything about his super obvious crush.

“So are yoga pants just the new thing?” Clint asks, climbing over the back of the couch and keeping his eyes safely on Tony’s face, because he does not want to be assassined to death today. “You’re just gonna wear them all the time?”

“They’re comfortable,” Tony says with an absent shrug, then grins up at Clint and wiggles his eyebrows as he adds “Plus, they make my ass look great.”

And Clint can’t exactly argue that, so instead he just flatly says “You’re going to give Barnes a heart attack.”

Tony looks confused for a split second, and then smiles widely.

“Because I pull them off so much better than he does?” he asks, striking a pose, and Clint seriously considers running away to join the circus. Again.

He’s not even sure if things will actually be better if they eventually get together at this point.

He should make that the new bet.

“I’m just saying,” Tony insists, and then raises his voice when Steve put his head down on the table and starts humming under his breath, “If I thought Bucky was actually interested, I would 100% be here for him. With open arms-“

“Well that’s actually kind of-“

“And open legs-“

“Tony-“

“And an open mouth,” Tony finishes, grinning and winking when Steve looks up at him with a glare.

“Tony, please, I don’t want to hear this,” Steve says, hands over his ears and he does actually look a little green.

“This is nothing,” Tony says with a scoff, giving Steve an unimpressed look, because he is weak. “You should hear the shit I say to Rhodey.”

“I would like to hear those things,” says a voice directly behind him.

Tony freezes, his entire body going cold, because he knows that low, warm, rumbling voice. He hears it in his dreams, and oh no oh no oh no, now Bucky knows.

So much for his plausible deniability.

His brain kind of goes staticy with panic for a second, and he’s only dimly aware of Steve rolling his eyes.

“Yeah my part in this conversation is done,” Steve says, and promptly bails.

When Tony’s brain finally reboots he finds that Bucky has taken Steve’s seat across the kitchen table.

Bucky is also just grinning at him, like he doesn’t find Tony’s borderline-obsessive crush at all creepy.

All Tony can think to say is “What.”

And then he realizes he doesn’t actually want an answer, doesn’t want to find out if Bucky is going to make fun of him, or if he thinks it’s all a joke. He can’t decide if that would actually be better or worse than being turned down gently, and he doesn’t intend to stay and find out.

“I’m just...” Tony sputters, face burning as he flails his way out of his chair, “Gonna- gonna go. Run away. Yep.”

“Wait,” Bucky says, eyes wide and halfway out of his own chair.

Tony freezes, because Bucky looks a lot like he feels. Thrown, surprised, confused and so hopeful that it’s terrifying.

“I-I’d like it if you stayed,” Bucky says slowly, then smiles crooked and nervous as he adds “Not that I don’t like watchin’ you walk away.”

It startles a laugh out of Tony, face flushing as he sinks back into his chair. “Okay,” he says, heart racing and smile almost painfully wide, “um, what?”

Bucky laughs, soft and low and warm, and finally finishes reaching across the table to take Tony’s hand in his own.

Clint wins the bet on how much worse their lives get once the love-struck morons start making out all over the place.

#my fic #winteriron #starkbucks #bucky/tony #starkbucksbingo2020 #buckybarnesbingo2020 #im not sorry for this either

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hanatiny · 4 years ago

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[8:17] The Christmas Effect

a/n: hello @atinyinwonderland~ ❄ anon here - hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it, a very merry christmas to you ♡ a/n 2 - alternate title: Of Candy Canes, Mistletoes and a Little Bit of Magic

pairing: Hongjoong, Yunho & Wooyoung x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2234

warnings: just to avoid confusion - this plays a few days before christmas 😚

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"Yunho, are you sure this is a good idea...? What if she thinks it's stupid or too cliché or whatever?"

Wooyoung fidgeted, adjusting his tie again and again as he glanced over at the taller male. He felt massively overdressed in comparison, not to mention that he was, to put it mildly, freezing his ass off in the chilly hallway of the apartment building.

"Relax, Wooyoungie! She loves us, so I'm sure she'll love what we've planned for today too~!" Yunho chirped in response, pouting a little when he noticed the wind messing up his blue mop of hair.

Both men jumped in surprise, ripped out of their thoughts by a muffled thud sounding in your apartment.

They exchanged a look - should they let themselves in and go check on you to make sure you were alright?

That decision was made obsolete as the door swung open and they were greeted by the sight of their suspiciously smug-looking girlfriend leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms.

"What are you two waiting for? Get in already, you're obviously freezing." You motioned for them to step inside your warm apartment, carefully pushing the door closed behind them.

"Do tell me why you're both here at," you paused, glancing at your wall clock as you led your two boyfriends into your kitchen and sat down at the counter, "quarter past 8 in the damn morning? On a Saturday, no less?"

"Why are you awake?" Wooyoung retorted cheekily, promptly earning himself a light smack on the back of his head by his boyfriend before wincing dramatically, "Ow..."

You giggled at the male's antics, "I love you but you're not exactly a quiet person, Woo. Anyway... where's Hongjoongie?"

"Could ask you the same thing. I thought he spent the night with you...?" Yunho tilted his head inquisitively at you.

"He did, and we stayed up late as usual. But he was gone when I woke up - hence why I fell out of bed so unceremoniously."

It was then that you both noticed Wooyoung tapping away at his phone furiously, cocking his eyebrow in faux confusion.

"What are you staring holes into my head for, huh? Can I not text my best friend in peace...?" He grumbled, pulling his hand back when you tried to reach for his phone over the counter.

You pouted before rolling your eyes and moving to get up with a sigh, "Yunnie, let me know what he's hiding... I'm gonna go get dressed so I look more like a presentable girlfriend rather than a demon from hell or something."

"Will do babe, love you!" the man in question called after you and chuckled in response as you shuffled off in the direction of your bedroom, smiling at the sound of the soft taps of your feet on the wooden floor.

Once you were certain to be out of earshot, he turned to wrestle Wooyoung for his phone, successfully using his superior height to his advantage.

"Relax, I'm not actually gonna tell her. I just wanna know what Hongjoongie said."

Wooyoung huffed, complying nonetheless as Yunho opened the message their boyfriend sent and shot the younger male a look because of the contact name, as if to ask him if he was actually serious. He got a half-hearted shrug in response.

joonghyung💙: I do wonder why I put up with you sometimes....

Wooyoung: cuz you love me, duh

joonghyung💙: ..Anyway, can you bring Y/n here asap? The boys are almost done, and I can only bribe them for so long

Yunho shook his head in amusement while typing a reply into the device.

Wooyoung: gotcha, we'll be there in 20

The phone didn't buzz with another message from Hongjoong after that, Wooyoung snatching and pocketing it in a panic when he saw you emerge from your bedroom.

You paid him no mind however and approached Yunho first, reaching up to pull him into a kiss, giggling and pulling away again when he playfully nipped at your bottom lip.

"Don't start things you won't finish, Yun- wait what's this?" You interrupted yourself upon seeing something poking out of the male's jacket pocket.

"I wanted to give these to you later but," he fumbled and retrieved the small pouch from his pocket to hand it to you, "merry early christmas."

You opened the pouch, taken by curiosity, just to find a pair of candy cane shaped earrings inside. Your eyes twinkled with happiness as you put them on.

"I love them so much! Thank you~!" You moved to embrace your tall boyfriend, Wooyoung gently stopping you with a hand on your chest and spun you to face him instead.

You blinked at him and tilted your head, seeing a smirk dancing on his lips. Something rustling above your head, you glanced upwards to be met with the sight of a mistletoe before looking back at the male in front of you.

"I helped him pick them out for you," Wooyoung pushed a strand of hair out of your face to admire the accessory dangling from your ear while he explained, "don't I deserve a thank you for that, doll~?"

Before you could even formulate a coherent answer, he dipped you and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that undeniably left you breathless when he pulled away again.

You groaned lowly, "You're so over-the-top, Woo..."

"But that's why you love me, right?"

He was met with a cheeky grin, "Maybe~"

"Maybe?!" Yunho chuckled, ignoring Wooyoung's indignant squeal and interlocking his arm with yours, nudging you gently, "Come on, we've got somewhere to be. Sannie said he had something to show you~"

You raised your eyebrow inquisitively at how secretive he was being but ignored it in favor of the pouty, shorter of the two grasping your free hand.

"You know I love you both and Hongjoongie lots, I'm just teasing...~"

Wooyoung gave a low and happy hum in response, swinging your hands together lightly as you exited your apartment together.

You giggled while you heard the soft click of your door falling shut, stealing thoughtful, hopefully subtle glances at your boyfriends as you walked between them in the direction of the company they worked at - KQ, if you hadn't mixed anything up.

You considered it somewhat of an odd thing that you hadn't met either of them any sooner, you mused, considering how close you lived to their workplace.

But then again... you didn't really go out on your own much and they usually had quite packed schedules, so the fact that they not only met you in the first place but continued to make an active effort to find time for you in their busy life as idols was as near to a real-life miracle as you'd get.

And you wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. These boys were your world, and they loved you as much as you loved them.

You were so lost in your own head that you didn't even notice where you were, only now realizing you were standing in the building's main elevator as Wooyoung snapped his fingers in front of your face a couple of times.

"Earth to Y/n...? You good, love?" You blinked incredulously at him, as if you hadn't just spaced out for a solid five minutes or so, "Yeah, I'm fine. Was just thinking."

"Careful, don't strain your pretty little head too much." Your taller boyfriend hummed in amusement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before ruffling your hair lightly.

"I'm not a baby, Yunnie..." You mumbled with a huff, patting down your hair while the elevator doors slid open and you all stepped out into the hallway.

Wooyoung flicked your forehead and chuckled, "You're our baby though."

"True. Anyway, I'm gonna go find Joongie. He owes me an apology for leaving without saying anything..."

You playfully blew kisses at your two lovers before jogging off in the direction of the man in question's studio, knocking softly at the door before stepping inside.

Judging by his lack of a reaction he must've not heard you at all, certainly not a surprise considering how loud his music was blasting.

You snuck up behind Hongjoong and placed your hands on his shoulders with a grin, startling him. He jolted with a high-pitched yelp, turning his music off and saving his progress on his file before whirling around in his chair and pulling you into his lap as he glared playfully.

"You sure scared me, princess... What's the occasion? Bit late for a Halloween gag." He laughed, caressing your neck gently while silently noting the earrings you were wearing - a gift he lended Yunho money for.

You rolled your eyes at his lame joke, punching his chest mockingly. "You know what the occasion is. You were gone when I woke up... didn't even text me."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "You know how work is, precious. No rest for the wicked...~"

"I know indeed," you sighed softly, "I just hoped I'd get at least a morning with you, it's been ages since our last one."

Hongjoong's face flushed at the realization that you were right, but you were thankfully too distracted by the hushed whispers and hurried steps outside the door as Wooyoung bolted down the hallway with Yunho in tow.

"These two are gonna be the death of us all... they're probably off to find San, but I think we should follow them to make sure they're not breaking anything again."

"Agreed." You rubbed your forehead in exasperation while Hongjoong nodded at you with a smile, feeling his phone buzz faintly in his pocket. He glanced at it, moving to gently push you off of him as he got up.

You snuggled into his side with a whine as he wrapped his arm around you, leaving the studio together and heading towards the practice room.

Hongjoong blew some of his hair out of his face, "Oh right! San said what he wants you to see is a surprise, so I'll have to cover your eyes for a bit..~"

You tilted your head questioningly at your boyfriend before shaking off your suspicious feelings and letting him do as he said while he led you to your destination.

You didn’t hear door opening so you assumed someone else had opened it beforehand, soft music reaching your ears instead.

Unable to keep your curiosity in check any longer, you reached up to pry Hongjoong's hands away from your face before he did it himself, "Hongjoongie I love you but I swear, if this is-" "Ta-da~!"

On any other day, you would have gotten upset about him for both hiding something from you and interrupting you while speaking.

Today was not such a day.

As you took in the sight of the unusually dark room, you concluded that the fairy lights giving off a warm glow must've been Yunho's idea while the small prettily decorated christmas tree in the corner - with a few candy canes dangling from the branches, you noted with an amused grin, was Wooyoung’s.

A fond smile grew on Hongjoong's face when your gaze finally landed on the large table in the middle of the room and you stepped closer to it, remaining unaware of the three men now all watching you from where they stood in the doorway.

You counted a total of four chairs around the neatly arranged table, one a different color than the others, before realizing that an array of all your favorite foods was set up for you to taste and enjoy.

"You guys did all this? For me? You shouldn't have...~" You sobbed happily, racing to embrace your boyfriends.

Hongjoong blushed faintly, thankful that you weren't aware and that they were able to pull off this little scheme, "W-well... we had a little help from the others," he glanced at the table shyly, "especially Seonghwa."

"I figured as much but still..." You trailed off with a grin, "I feel a little bad because I don't have anything prepared for any of you."

Wooyoung giggled, "Your love is more than enough for us!"

"We just wanted to give something back." Yunho chimed in, followed by Hongjoong, "Yeah, you do so much more for us than you think... our sweet, precious princess whom we love dearly."

Your face flushed a bright red, unsure of what to say as you instead went ahead and gave each of your boyfriends a loving kiss before dragging them to the table to eat.

Their big and genuine smiles said it all as you sat and laughed together, a question suddenly popping into your mind, “How did you manage to get the others out of here, anyway...? They’re always around here somewhere.”

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up, mouth stuffed with food, “We bribed-” Yunho slapped a hand over the younger male’s mouth, “What Wooyoungie means to say is we convinced them to give us some alone time with you... we don’t get to have much time with just the four of us, after all.”

“Indeed,” Hongjoong nodded, “and you know, I may have also convinced our manager to give us a few additional days off for the holidays...”

“You WHAT?!”

“Yeah. Merry christmas..?” He chuckled awkwardly, looking down at his lap while playing with one of his rings.

You hummed softly in mild amusement, “Truly a christmas miracle, all of this and all of you.”

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love-anddeepression · 3 years ago

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You’re not him-Chapter 2

( How do I put links?)

Italics are reader's thoughts

"ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT THE DAMN FRICKING MISSION-"

"Um, Miss, who are you?" Loki's voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

"Uh-I'm I'm an agent! here! in the TVA!" you say a little too enthusiastically.

Eyeing you worriedly, Loki replies, " Oooook, now Mobius." he says, looking at the man, " where will I be staying?"

" Y/n will show you your quarters Loki, and you'll have your own cubicle, where you'll be taught by Miss Minutes about the TVA" Mobius replies walking Loki out of his office, shooting you a sympathetic glance.

Following closely behind, the reality if the situation suddenly hit you like a train. A variant of your your soon-to-be husband, who died, was here

Alive.

Should you tell him? Should you not tell him? All the sadness and depression which you tried so hard to push away and bottle up was surfacing, leaking out drop by drop.

"Y/n? Y/n! Earth to Y/n!" you heard Mobius say your name, his hand waving in front of your face, he was looking at you sadly, knowing what you were going through.

" Sorry yeah?" you say, a little out of breath.

" Take Loki to his room ok? The staff quarters." He said.

" Yeah! Sure! Please follow me Mr. Laufeyson." you say heading towards the staff quarters.

Loki looks at Mobius before following you.

After a while of walking in complete silence, Loki tries to make conversation,

"I don't believe I've gotten your name madam" he says.

" Huh, well I thought, you already heard it multiple times, given how many times Mobius had shake me out of my thoughts, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." Again.

" Heh yes, well I'm Loki-"

" of Asgard, Yes, I'm aware of that Mr Laufeyson, I bet everyone knows who you are." you say.

It suddenly dawned that you might have not made a good first impression.

" I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, It's just everyone's on edge today." Yeah! particularly me! Well what am I supposed to do when I see a variant of my dead fiancé? Kiss him? Tell him the truth? No you idiot!

" Well, I doubt they have a runaway variant everyday." he says chuckling lightly.

" You'll be surprised, Mr Laufeyson." you say smirking at him.

Heading to a door, you unlock it with a keycard and show him inside. It's a fairly large room, with a bed, a Tv, a mini-fridge, with an attatched bathroom.

" This is your room, and so is this keycard, your uniform is in the cupboard and your work begins tomorrow. Good Luck Mr.Laufeyson" you say smiling lightly while simultaneously crying and sobbing on the inside.

" Thank you, Ma'am, and please call me Loki." he says smirking at you.

"Only if you call me Y/n."

"Alright then, Thank you Y/n"

" You're very welcome Loki, I'll see you tomorrow." you say walking out.

As soon as you leave and the door closes, you immediately sprint to Mobius's office.

" OK, NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO MOBIUS?! HUH? WHAT SHOULD I SAY, HI I'M ACTUALLY OR I WAS YOUR FIANCE WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE AND I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!" you shout at him.

"Y/n Liste-" Mobius begins,

"No no, this is where you zip it!" your eyes glowing a shade of orange . That's all that would happen, the only indication that you had magic, you're eyes would glow when you were you were really emotional.

" Picture yourself in my place, you're getting married, you're fiance is killed before you're eyes, then after a few years you see them again, but they don't know you, how would you feel? Think about that Mobius!" you say, tears threatening to spill out your eyes.

"Y/n, I understand that, but we need him, he's the key to ending this, lots of minutemen, Jamie, Cassandra, Damon, Stefan! All dead! We need him, and we need him to be focused, after the mission is over, then you can tell him whatever you want, but please for the love of the time-keepers above, please don't tell him, you'll be accompanying us on missions from now on. You know Loki almost better than he knows himself an we need both of you. Please." Mobius pleads.

Sighing, you nod and try to glare at him, but ended up sadly smiling, you couldn't help it, you couldn't stay mad at Mobius, he was like an elder brother, or your best friend.

Smiling Mobius gets up and hugs you tightly, making you feel a bit better.

___

That night, you weren't able to sleep, thinking about every good memory you had when Loki-well OG Loki was still alive.

You and Loki baking, him dabbing frosting on your lips, before kissing it off, the boops, the damn boops that made you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside.

When you first met- 2013

It was a normal day at Avengers Tower, you had just gotten back from a long undercover mission, you had heard about the new resident staying, God of Mischief.

Throwing your duffle bag on the carpet in the room and immediately showered, trying to scrubbing the blood and grime off, before you went downstairs to surprise the team.

Being a dramatic bitch, you decided to make an awesome entrance.

*Steve in the kitchen*

" Hey, Tony?" Steve said

"Yeah capsicle?"

"Why do I hear boss music?" Steve says looking worried.

Suddenly the door's are kicked open, startling everyone.

" I'm BACK bitches!!!" you say while holding your arms out.( like how Loki does it)

Shriek and laughs and smiles later, you gather your courage and go up to Loki,

"Hi, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." you say smiling,

" Loki, of Asgard, nice to meet you too." he says, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

And that was the day you fell for Loki Laufeyson.

"- and what happens when a nexus event branches past red line?" Miss Minutes asks Loki.

Loki ignores her, reading Mobius's jet ski magazine.

"Come on Loki!" she says frowning

Sighing Loki looks at her before saying, " It's when the Tva, can no longer reset the nexus event." smiling smugly.

" and the collapse of reality as when we know it." she finishes.

"Can you here me? Are you a recording, or are you alive?" he asks.

"Uh--sorta both!" she answers.

Mischievously, he rolls up the magazine and starts swatting at the mascot, causing her to go back inside the computer.

Looking at him, from you're cubicle, you can't help but smile softly, it had been years since you had last seen that beautiful smile and you're heart was melting.

From his cubicle, he spotted you and waved, eyes slightly softening, he liked your company, you put up with his bullshit and you were fun at the same time.

Waving back, you can't help but blush when you realize he caught you staring, your blush made him smile more.

Suddenly Mobius appeared behind him, talking to him and giving him a jacket, before he called you over, to talk about the mission.

" Y/n there's been an attack, we need you to come with us." he said hurriedly.

"We've grabbed enough temporal-aura to know it's our Loki variant, but we don't know which kind." Hunt says.

"The lesser kind, just to be sure." Loki butts in, making you snort.

He seemed pleased that he almost made you laugh.

" Ok, here's the deal, when we get out on the branch, we're not looking for a time criminal; we're looking Loki, a variation of this guy." Mobius says pointing to Loki, while projecting imaged of other Loki variants, each one getting weirder by the second.

"Apparently you won the Tour de France." you say nodding towards the hologram.

"Apparently." Loki says smiling.

"Not so slight, different powers, though powers include-Shape shifting, Illusion projection and Mind contr-" Mobius began.

"Duplication casting." You and Loki say in sync, turning to look at each other in surprise before looking back at the confused team.

"Illusion projection."

" No, they're two completely different powers." you began

"How Y/n?" Mobius asked.

" Professor Loki, would you like to answer that or would you like to answer?" you say, smirking at him

" You answer first." he says smirking back at you

"Illusion projection involved one depicting a detailed image from outside oneself which is perceptible in the external world." you began, Loki seemed impressed.

" While Duplication casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in it's present circumstance which acts as a true holographic mirror of it's own molecular structure. But you already knew that." Loki finished.

" Not bad, Laufeyson." you said.

"Not bad yourself." He smiled.

" O-ok take a breath. Noted. Ok let's go. Everyone gear up" ( sometimes, I'm not going to follow the lines well, cuz i don't remember them.

Stepping out of the dressing room, you felt amazing, it had been a while since you wore gear and you didn't realize how much you missed it.

You also drew the attention of a certain blue-eyed, raven-haired god.

He couldn't take his eyes off you and you didn't know whether to feel happy or awkward.

Both.

Both.Yes.

Both is good.

Happy and Awkward.

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After everyone was geared up, you headed to your destination.

Oshkosh, Wisconsin, Year 1985.

After reaching there, Loki went up to Mobius, and they started discussing things about the Tva, stuff you honestly did not give a crap about.

Headed towards a tent, Loki and Mobius were having a conversation. Loki seemed to trust Mobius and that's weird, he never trusted anyone except you.

"Ok stop, this is not your Loki ok, this is someone different, don't screw the relationship you have with this guy"

After all you went inside, you instantly spotted a TVA helmet.

Someone was taken hostage. Hunter C-20

"He's taking hostages." Hunter began

" He's never taken hostage before." Mobius mused.

" Maybe's he upping his game" Hunter said

"or he pruned her." you interuppted.

" A Loki couldn't have taken the jump on C 20." Hunt said.

" I think you underestimate-" Loki began

" Fan out, search for her and hurry up because we're at three units until red-line." Hunter ordered.

"Come on Loki." Mobius began. You follow him. Looking back, you see Loki staring at the helmet.

" Wait." Loki calls out, everyone stopping dead in their tracks and looking at him.

" If you leave this tent, you'll end up just like them" he continues.

As Loki explains, you zone out again, focusing on his eyes, ocean blue, with specks of green and gold, making them look like the most beautiful ocean ever.

"Did you know, you have beautiful eyes?" you say, stroking Loki's cheek while staring into his eyes.

" Oh, I have beautiful eyes?" he smirks

" The most beautiful." you whisper before kissing him softly.

Pulling away, Loki looks into your eyes.

"Darling, you complement my eyes, when yours are clearly superior!" He said

1, " But Loki, they're brown, they're so plain, what do you mean they're pretty.?"

"Darling, you're eyes are so beautiful, they remind me of a glass of ale, the mud that makes the earth, your eyes represent earthquakes, that bring the biggest of the biggest mountains to kneel for them. I love your eyes, they make me feel home."

( sorry about that, that's for people with brown eyes, cuz I have brown eyes, and I don't see them appreciated enough, pls ignore if you don't have brown eyes)

"Y/n, Y/n snap out of it! Come on, we're going back." Mobius said, walking out, you follow him, slightly smiling at the fond memory.

After you come back, you immediately head to your room, shower and take a nap.

#loki #lokixreader #lokilove #lokiseries #lokispoilers

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ofaprilflowers · 4 years ago

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- part 2: home? -

warnings: descriptions of injuries, not too detailed.

tags: shout out to my first-ever requested tags, @sista7-7 @softieus and @marrambles yay! Thank you for reading and sorry for the late update TT. Hope you guys enjoy :)

disclaimers: I am not a medical professional, this is all part of my imagination and totally made-up therefore is in no way accurate. If you find any part I could improve on, do tell. I would appreciate the feedback. Other than that, enjoy! <3

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It took another week for me to finally be discharged. A week of rehabilitation and physiotherapy (which Dr. Hwang said would be continued after my discharge TT). I had lost strength in my extremities and also my sense of balance. This, I found out after almost falling down right on my face when I attempted to climb out of bed for the first time. Almost, well because thankfully, he was there.

My parents had arrived the night I woke up. My mother immediately cupping my face, tears brimming in her eyes while my father just took my hand in his and smiled every time I looked his way.

It felt surreal, honestly. My family and I were close. But we were not exactly the type to be crying and holding each other, or professing our love for each other. We were the laugh-at-each-other’s-life-problems-cuz-I-had-it-worse-than-you type of family. Then again, for me it felt like I was waking up from a long nap, while for them, they didn’t know whether I would make it or not so, fair enough.

Turns out, the accident was pretty bad. My head had to be stitched up and so now there was a nasty gash above my left eye (it was definitely gonna scar but let’s not think about that right now). My arms where full of cuts and scrapes from the broken windshield. My legs and chest, badly bruised. Dr. Hwang said they had healed fairly well in the past two weeks, but I still cringed at how ugly they looked every time I caught a glimpse. He also mentioned that I was lucky not to have sustained any other serious injuries other than my head trauma. I was grateful of course, but losing my memory was deleterious enough.

I woke up every morning feeling confused as to why the heck I was at a hospital and it took a few groggy minutes to remember. Sometimes it took seeing Jaehyun- either curled up asleep on the armchair or standing next to the window with a cup of coffee in hand- for me to come crashing back into reality.

I learnt through my mother- who had attempted to fit the past 2 weeks of my unconsciousness along with the last 6 years into a 2 day crash-course- that Jaehyun was the only one who stayed at the hospital every day and night. My mother had stayed the first week, as my condition stabilised however, she opted to visiting daily. That also depended on whether my father was available to drive her 45 minutes to the hospital from home. You see, my parents were rational people, but I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt. I mean I was laying unconscious on a hospital bed yet there were still other important stuff to be handled. Well, as they say, life goes on, right? Kind of made me think if I had just hallucinated the tears brimming in her eyes the other day.

While my mother would babble on about looking on the bright side and starting my life again, Jaehyun’s presence was like having a burden be lifted. I know I’ve lived most of our “acquaintence-ship” hating him, but I made a mental note to properly thank him for this in particular. On every occasion that my head felt like it was about to burst from the overwhelming information my mother was flooding me with, he’d interject, naturally bringing her focus to something other than trying to piece me back together. Often times he’d ask her to join him for a cup of coffee, or show her things he was currently working on. I’d close my eyes then and pretend to fall asleep.

“So, you’re saying, I should continue my life ‘as normal as possible’. Meaning?” We (the doctor and I) were currently in his office. By tomorrow morning I was finally leaving. Goodbye to the sanitary, boring hospital, hello to......well, life?

The doctor had explained all the procedures and follow-up appointments that were to come. Both to Jaehyun and I. Then, we talked about going home and that’s when I realised, home had changed. I don’t know how we had avoided addressing it, or maybe I was the only one in denial of it. I mean throughout the week after regaining consciousness, although Jaehyun was there, we barely talked. Mostly because I became a selective mute, and he, well I guess he was respecting my space?

Dr. Hwang had noticed the awkward silence that had passed after he mentioned about going home and quickly changed the subject, calling in a nurse to guide Jaehyun in signing my discharge papers or something. After he left, the doctor didn’t hesitate in putting on what I call his “uncle-face”.

“As normal as possible, meaning that it’s better if you return to your daily routines prior to the accident,” he explained for the nth time.

I fidgeted in my seat. “But, wouldn’t that cause me more distress? It’s a life a barely know.” “Astrid,” he began, straightening his back. “I understand how hard it my be for you to wrap you head around all this. 6 years is a lot. But it is your life. Your experiences and memories throughout that period were real, and you deserve to remember them. You need to give your life a chance.”

Well, damn. He had a point. He should’ve been a therapist instead.

“And, what if my memories don’t come back?” I prodded.

“Well then, at least maybe you’ll learn more about yourself.” Okay, then. Here we go, Astrid.

We live in a loft?!?!

Pretty sure my eyes were bulging out of my head but wow.

Eyes wandering around the space, I tried to take in everything at once. This was certainly NOT what I had expected. This can’t be real right? I must absolutely be dreaming.

“Welcome...home?” Jaehyun said.

My head snapped in his direction, mouth agape. He smiled sheepishly, his infamous dimples popping out, his hands tucked into his jean pockets, his shoulders lifted briefly. He looked like a child, shyly presenting to the world his greatest creation. I almost smiled. Almost.

“You like it?” he asked.

I scoffed. “For real?”

My eyes turned back to the space he had referred to as home. Well, it didn’t feel like home (yet. Remember Astrid we’re giving this a chance), but yes, I absolutely love it!

I took in my surroundings again and this time, couldn’t help the smile that crept up my cheeks.

The space was gorgeous. It was big, but not huge. It was small, but not tiny. It was spacious enough to have everything and more. There was an L-shaped sofa that could probably fit 5 or maybe even 7 people if squeezed in together. There were even 2 more smaller ones in front of it. Perfect for a small gathering. Opposite the living room was a kitchen, with a small kitchen island. God, I’ve always dreamed of having an island. There was another floor and at the stairs leading up to it were ceiling-high windows with a bumped-out seat, all set with pillows on one end and potted plants on the other. It looked like the perfect spot to read or stargaze at night. I walked into the living room, the brick walls were covered in framed movie posters and artwork, some smaller frames containing pictures which I guessed were probably a collection of memories.

I stepped closer and caught a glimpse of some familiar faces in unfamiliar settings. One photo caught my eye. It was a photo I remember, taken earlier this ye- I mean well, early 2017, right after graduation. I was sandwiched between Jungwoo and Ten, holding up a peace sign to the camera. Jaehyun on Jungwoo’s other side, hand around the latter’s shoulders. Others in the picture smiling widely, so many poses, so many expressions. Literally, it felt like yesterday.

“You remember that?” Jaehyun probed.

I smiled. “Yeah, just a couple weeks before Taeil’s birthday bash, right?”

Then, something flickered in my mind. Of Jaehyun, smirking at a table with his friends, of them exchanging words and laughter, of me hearing something I probably shouldn’t have. Jaehyun had many circles of friends, being the typical extroverted, super-friendly campus sweetheart. This circle was one I wasn’t quite familiar with, least to say I didn’t really like them. I felt my cheeks heat up as my blood boiled at the thought of that memory.

“You wanna see upstairs?” Jaehyun’s voice pulled me back into reality. I turned to look at him. He was standing right next to me, looking almost exactly the same as the Jaehyun I knew. The Jaehyun that I couldn’t stand being in the same room with. The Jaehyun that always had a competitive, mischievous glint in his eye. The Jaehyun that would take every chance he got to argue with everything I said. The Jaehyun that made me feel like I had to defend everything I had.

There was a slight difference, though. The competitive, mischievous glint was somehow...softer. It made me confused, because I was angry, but looking at him now, I don’t know who to be angrier at. Me, or him?

“Ummm, I think, I just- I just wanna lie down,” I tore my eyes away from him and took a step back, putting just a little more distance between him and I.

I saw his fists clench and unclench a bit at his sides. A moment passed until he said, “Yeah. Sure,” walking back towards the doors he picked up my hospital bag and gestured towards a room behind him.

“This is actually, um, our bedroom, but don’t worry, I’ve moved most of my stuff upstairs so this space is all yours,” dropping the bags on the bed, he stepped aside to allow me in. It was a beautiful room, with slanted windows, decorated with some more plants.

“So, feel free to look around, get used to the place and all. Oh yeah, um, this is the bathroom,” he opened a door on the left of the room, then gestured toward a closet in front of the bed, “Your pyjamas are in the top drawer and, uh, well, um, everything else is-”

“I’ll take a look,” I smiled at him briefly.

His eyes landed on mine for a moment, then quickly looked away.

“Yeah, okay, so um, I’ll be outside, if you need anything just, um,” his hands, one scratching at the back of his neck, the other gesturing undecidedly, “yeah.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” he replied. He stood there for a second, then turned to leave the room.

“Jeahyun?”

“Hmm?” he snapped his head towards me, eyebrows lifted in question.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

I saw a bit of tension leave his body. “You don’t need to thank me, Astrid,” he replied softly. “This is- this is your home too.” With a tight-lipped smile, he closed the door behind him.

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asavt · 4 years ago

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Warm Canary Yellow

By Notebook

“Ooooh. So you’re looking to redeem yourself, Huh? Well, I suggest that you first head over to the city you terrorized for over three months. You know… The desert city where you made an army of dancing toads that you kidnapped.”

“Yes, I know.”

“The city where you reburied the Shroom Temple and forced the temple’s DJ to play music for you.”

“Yes. I know.”

“The place where you-”

“Would you just give me the damn ticket already!”

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Hole Punch gingerly rubbed the side of their cheek as they walked around, the newly named, Shnroomfit City. Yelling at the ticket agent for not giving them their ticket, somehow warrants them to throw their metal box towards one’s face, but whatever.

While getting their bearings together from that experience, Hole Punch looked around the area they were in, finding dozens of casinos, stores, and bars. Each one either gaudily decorated with LED or Neon lights or barely noticeable from the dimly lit sidewalk.

Memories from months prior flooded Punch’s mind, as they continued to traverse the city. Memories of Toads giving them strange looks when they first entered the city, to Toads running for their lives when they began taking out the metal punchers. Toad’s, from the nastiest parts of the city, tried to come up to beat the snot out of them, only for them to either run away, get their snots beaten out, or become one of the dancing toads.

Hole Punch even remembers one particular fella, who had tree trunks for arms and a hardened look in his eyes, who tried to kick them out of a nightclub they liked. They responded to the older toad by toying with him, then punching his face out, literally. The fella wasn’t even a bad fighter either, it was just at the time Hole Punch was, and still is, a much stronger fighter and way more ruthless.

Just thinking about what they used to be, brings chills to Hole Punch’s spine. All those toads they traumatized just for being toads and all the sleepless nights they most likely caused after being defeated. They aren’t even sure if forgiveness or redemption is even possible for them, but they have to try. Why else would they come to the Oasis of Sandpaper desert?

Not wanting to dawdle any longer, Hole Punch lifted their yellow hoodie and walked towards the first homeless shelter they found.

Baby steps.

———

“Your name is what! No! Why would I let you volunteer here! Get out of my sight, or I’m calling the police!”

“Err….sorry, you can’t volunteer. You’re far too dangerous.”

“Are you that that hole punching, f#$cker? Cuz if so, get the f$%k out of my soup kitchen.”

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that.”

“S-sorry. I can’t let you volunteer here. I’m worried for the kids’ safety.”

“I hope you perish in the desert and never be found.”

“You already have the temple of the shrooms! What more do you want from us?!”

“Nope. You’re too much of a risk.”

“I wish Mario would have destroyed you when you were just a small pathetic hole puncher."

"Nope.”

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Sitting in an empty alley at the edge of the city, with little light to spare from the bulbs above, Hole Punch slumped their head in defeat. They knew that the Toads would still be a bit upset from what happened seven months ago, but they had no idea that their hurt and hate would last this long. Even the Snifits, who barely knew about Hole Punch’s existence, wouldn’t want to associate with the former Legion.

The Toads sure made the Snifits wary about the disco dancer who took faces for fun. Not that Hole Punch blamed them, but do they hate and fear him that badly for this long? Or is it a select few and Hole Punch just got unlucky? They aren’t sure anymore.

As the former Legion continued to ponder on their predicament, they heard a ruckus near from where they were sitting. It sounded like two people fighting each other. One sounded a bit off and coarse, while the other sounded both terrified, angry, and absolutely done with life, all at the same time.

Hole Punch got up from their sitting spot and ran towards the sound. As they got closer to the source of the commotion, they began to hear what the two were screaming.

“You….You! Must Pay! You must pay for what you’ve done!”

“I didn’t do nothin, you crazy bastard!”

“Yes. You. Did! You ruined my life of mine! You had your job! One job!”

“For the last time! I don’t take requests!"

(Slam)

"Guhh!”

Right, when Hole Punch turned the corner of a building, they saw, far into the distance, a larger figure hit the smaller figure off the roof of a three-story building. The smaller figure hit a few things on the way down and landed in a pile of soft but frigid sand.

The smaller figure limped out of the small sand crater, while the larger figure jumped from the roof and landed near the smaller figure. The larger figure walked towards the smaller figure and lifted them from near the neck of their hoodie. The smaller figure swung their good leg and kicked the larger figure’s chin. The larger figure dropped the smaller figure but retaliated by swinging their steel rebar towards the smaller figure. The rebar smashed against the smaller figure’s mask, causing the mask to fly off the smaller figure’s face and land on the cold desert sands next to them.

The smaller figure tried to stand up and run to gain some distance, but their leg was badly damaged from the fall. Not wanting to go down easily, the smaller figure grabbed a stone nearby, while the larger figure walked up towards the smaller figure and lifted the rebar above their head.

The smaller figure was about to throw the stone towards the larger figure’s face when someone grabbed the rebar from behind the larger figure and threw it far from all three of them.

“Huh?”

The larger figure turned around and before they could react, the third figure punched the lights out of them. The larger figure dropped to the sands below, while the smaller figure merely stared in shock. They pelted that Toad with steel poles, shovels, bricks, and even a broken concrete block, and that still didn’t slow the rampaging Toad down.

Yet, a single punch from the person in front of them managed to knock the Toad out cold. Whoever this person was, they must be far, far worse than the unconscious Toad next to them.

Not wanting to find out why the person knocked out the Toad, the bloody Snifit desperately tried to run away from the figure. However, thanks to the multiple wounds and a possible broken leg they gained, the smaller figure didn’t get too far before the third figure caught up to them.

The smaller figure tried to fight off the third figure as best they could, but due to their injuries, all they could do was weakly hit the third figure as they lifted them from the sand.

Just as the Snifit were about to try and wiggle their way to freedom they heard, “Hey, It’s ok. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Huh?” the Snifit responded in confusion as the third figure began to jog towards the city.

“I saw a hospital on the way here,” answered the figure, “They should be able to treat you there."

The third figure explained as they began to head towards the hospital on 5th street. As they drew closer to the more inhabited parts of the city, the lights on the streets slowly grew in luminosity.

It was not long before the street lights above bathed the two in light.

It was then when the Snifit was finally able to see the person who was carrying him.

The mystery person wore a yellow jacket with small light designs and a hoodie in which they covered their head, along with a sun-like necklace around their neck. They wore a black shirt underneath and black pants. Their hair was a chocolate brown with bits of yellow sprinkled near the ends of their hair. Their hands had faint circle markings on both sides and their height towered over them.

It didn’t take long before the little Snifit realized who was carrying them. It was the one person who his coworkers and friends constantly warned him about, the one person his boss greatly disliked, and the one person many Toads, and some Snifits feared till this day.

It was the Legion of Stationary, Hole Punch.

The Snifit froze in place as the Legion carried them to who knows where, thinking that this might be their last night.

While the Snifit expectedly froze in place when they saw who was carrying them, Hole Punch continued to jog towards the hospital. Running could lead to the little Snifit’s injuries getting worse, so jogging was the best option.

When the hospital was in viewing distance, Hole Punch was finally able to glimpse at what the Snifit looked like, as well as the extent of their injuries.

The Snifit’s dark burgundy hair was covered in dust, sand, and dried blood, while their honey-toned hands and cheeks were covered in cuts and bruises. Their leg was drenched in blood, swollen and purple in color, while their yellow jacket was full of tears with patches of fresh and dried blood all over it.

Yeah, the Snifit was in a worse condition than they thought.

As the two neared the hospital and entered through its door, the Snifit finally dared to look at Hole Punch’s eyes.

To the Snifit’s surprise, their eyes were not the cold, sickening yellow that his coworkers often described but rather… a warm canary yellow.

The type of yellow that reminds the Snifit of the sun that shines over the sky or the sunflowers that grow near the beaches of Noki Bay.

Someone so dangerous shouldn’t have such warm eyes.

"What’s your name?”

The Snifit looked bewildered for a bit at the Legion’s question. Wondering why the fearsome Hole Punch would ask for a random Snifits name.

Before the Snifit could answer, the nurses and doctors took the little Snifit from Hole Punch’s arms and placed them onto the gurney.

Hole Punch quickly left the scene while the Snifit was wheeled to the emergency room. Hole Punch knew that if they stayed there any longer, the nurses and doctors would assume they injured the poor little Snifit.

Deciding to retire for the night, Hole Punch scrounge up what little money they had and rented a room for the night. The sleepy former Legion fell onto the bed like a sack of bricks and slowly doused off to sleep, wondering if the little Snifit was alright.

—————

“Hello. I’m here to see Lyrik,” Djei said to the main nurse who was working the morning shift in Sand Valley hospital.

The nurse browsed through the folders for a bit before finding the correct one. She then pointed towards the elevator before giving Djei instructions on how to get there.

“Just head up to the 5th floor, turn to the right and keep moving forward until you hit the nurse station. Ask for David. He’ll show you the way.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Djei waves the nurse goodbye before walking towards the elevator and hitting the 5th-floor button. As the elevator slowly rose to the fifth floor, Djei thought to himself on how in the world did Lyrik manage to get himself to the hospital with several knife wounds, a broken leg, and other minor injuries. Djei figured that when he got to the room, the Snifit would explain everything.

When the elevator doors to the 5th floor opened, Djei stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the right for the floor’s nurses station. When Djei arrived at the nurse station, It didn’t take long for David to arrive and show Djei the room Lyrik was in.

Once Djei washed his hands for safety purposes, he was allowed into room 207. There Djei found Lyrik lying on the hospital bed with a cast on his leg and bandages all over his body. The Snifit was watching the clouds roll across the sky, ignoring the world around him. Lyrik was brought back to reality when Djei tapped his friend on the shoulder.

Lyrik turned around and smiled.

“Djei! Long time no see, buddy. What’s up?”

For the next hour or so, Lyrik explained to Djei what happened last night and how he ended up in the hospital.

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Lyrik was walking home from his shift at the Sunburst when a certain Toad came stomping towards him. The Toad, who was smack talking about how he ruined their chance of getting a date, was the same Toad whom Lyrik denied a request for a particular song. The Toad demanded an apology from the DJ, to which he responded with a stern no.

Turns out the Toad didn’t quite like that and tried to beat the living tar out of the DJ. Unfortunately for the Toad, Lyrik had some experience with street fighting and managed to dodge and parry some of the Toad’s attacks.

At first, Lyrik had the upper hand but after a while, the Toad began to get more aggressive, as well as unpredictable. Knowing when to fold em, Lyrik turned tail and ran. Unfortunately for him, the cumbersome Toad was much faster than they looked. They slowly caught up to the Snifit and once again tried to bash the Snifit into the ground.

This game of cat and mouse went on for quite some time, with both sides receiving damage from either a pocket knife, broken bottles, bricks, and whatever else the two could get their hands on.

It wasn’t before long when Lyrik found himself on top of a three-story building with the Toad right in front of him. They exchanged blows while spitting venom at the same time. As the fight wore on, the Toad became furious at Lyrik’s refusal to apologize for what he did, as a result, the Toad kicked Lyrik off of the building.

Lyrik hit a few air conditioners and the remains of a fire escape on the way down, which resulted in his leg getting broken and torn up.

The Toad soon jumped down from the roof of the building and smack Lyrik’s face with the steel rebar they acquired on the roof. Luckily, the mask took most of the damage but it still left Lyrik with a nasty head wound.

With few options left for the Snifit, Lyrik found a stone nearby and grabbed it. The plan was to try to hit the Toad’s nose and hope it either breaks or causes it to bleed enough for the Toad to get distracted so that the Snifit could get away. Before the Snifit could put their last-ditch effort into motion, with the Toad ready to smack him again with the rebar, someone grabbed the weapon from the Toad and threw it towards the sands far from the three of them.

Next thing Lyrik knows, the Toad is knocked out from a single punch and the mystery person carries them all the way to the hospital, and that’s when Lyrik found out who was carrying him.

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“What!” was all Djei could muster at the revelation on who carried the Snifit to the hospital.

Lyrik slowly nodded his head in agreement as he looked towards the window.

Like all the other toads in this city, Hole Punch left a bitter taste in Djei’s mouth, especially when the former forced the latter to DJ for him while Djei worked at the Shroom Temple. The two weeks that the Toad was forced to entertain the Legion, or else have their face punched out, was the worst two weeks of the Toad’s life.

Lyrik still remembers when Djei refused to touch any hole punchers for a solid 2 months or when the Toad broke out in a cold sweat when they looked at a CD. It took a while for the poor Toad to finally use hole punchers and look at CDs without a major reaction.

“It’s true,” Lyrik said to break the silence between them, “I was just as shocked as you were when I first realized who they were… yet… when I looked into their eyes. They weren’t cold or ruthless but…. um… warm.”

“What?”

“I said that-”

“I know what you said. It’s just that. You called the eyes of a hole punching maniac, warm.”

“It’s because they were. Look, when I realized who they were, I was terrified the entire time they carried me to the hospital… yet when I finally had the courage to look into their eyes. I didn’t find the eyes of a ruthless Legion, but instead the eyes of someone who is trying to find something… it’s hard to explain but… Their eyes were warm… Warmer than anyone I’ve met so far.”

“………. Look. I see that you’ve lost a lot of blood, so I’m just going to head out now. I’ll get you food when I come and visit tonight. Later, Lyrik.”

Djei waved goodbye to Lyrik as the Snifit laid on the hospital bed and dozed off. Dreaming of DJing at the exclusive Desert Jewels at the center of the city.

Meanwhile, Djei tried to process what he learned from Lyrik. Not only is the Guard for the Yellow Streamer back but apparently the Legion is looking for something within the city that never sleeps.

Whatever the Legion is looking for, Djei hopes they will never find it.

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Djei you will regret those thoughts--

I love this, I love how you characterized Devil, man, it’s great....

#fanterature #submission #Hole Punch #DJ Toad #DJ Snifit #pmtok #origami king #HolePunchxDJToadxDJSnifit #we need a better name for this ship #tw: injury #tw: violence #if you guys want me to put other twigger warnings just tell me #I JUST SAYING THAT yeah I characterize Devil that way but GOD YOU JUST.... NAILED IT MAN YOU DID #And the description for their eyes #I'm in love~~

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