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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years ago

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Bathing together for the first time

osamu dazai, chūya nakahara

cw: a lil nsfw, implied sh (osamu), maki strayed off topic and ranted…

@your--local--freak

#Osamu Dazai

despite how flirtatious he is usually, i think he’d only do this really later into the relationship (1 1/2 year?) it’s something dazai considers pretty intimate and we all know how dazai is with intimacy…

would be more into showers? honestly, he doesn’t have a bias. it isn’t cause he’s rushing to work or anything it’s just that a shower has more freedom to tug at your waist and maybe even a quickie before work 🫶

the first time would be after a long mission. after meeting him at cafe uzumaki, you noticed how whiny and exhausted the brunette was. “haah… my legs are like spaghetti~… darling, please carry me~” he groans. arriving home, he flops on the dining table while you start to prepare a bath for him— going all out too; bath salts, aromatherapy candles, im so jealous </33

dragging a whiny detective who is, not to mention 5’9 is not an easy task. “i was re- eh? is—is this for me?!” he exclaimed. “well, yea it’s not like im showing you a bath i made for myself…” you whisper sarcastically, stealing a giggle from the detective. “hm, do you know what would make me the happiest? if you[!] joined me <3. don’t blush like that, you’ve seen me naked plenty of times” he teasingly frowned.

getting into the bath with you, he dips his whole body in, almost as if he’s trying to drown himself… just kidding, dear~! quietly snickering, he moves back up so that most of his chest is visible, dozens of scars on his shoulders and a prominent slash on his stomach, despite knowing him for years over, it is now you realize how truly little you know about him.

“darling! did no one tell you it’s rude to stare? my…” he grumbles lightheartedly before laughing. his laughs soon die out though once he realizes you aren’t laughing. imagine the mafia prodigy’s shock when you wrapped yourself tightly around him while lightly tracing the faded wounds collected over the years.

laying his head to rest on the bath’s counter, his senses are filled with the overwhelming scent of lavender while his heart tightens in fear and comfort. nothing like this has ever happened to dazai, what should he do in such a situation like this? despite his fear of being loved, this was just to resplendent to avoid, he needed more of these affections, more from you.

despite how scared of love he is, he wants more, call him greedy, call him selfish— all that matters is that you’ll be there to love him just as he will the same

#Chuuya Nakahara

he’d suggest pretty early in on the relationship (after 2-4 weeks of living together). he’s relatively open to anything romantic since well, it’s you! you’re just too lovely to say no to <3

prefers baths! of course, he wouldn’t turn down showering with you either, considering his line of work, any kind of affection is better than nothing. however, he does find baths together much more romantic especially if some slow jazz is playing

ok in the first bullet, i lied. he didn’t really suggest per se, but was pushed into a corner tbh. he came back home quite late and didn’t hear his 4 different alarms ringing and by the time he woke up— shit, it’s already 10! if he didn’t come in by 11:30, mori would probably kick his ass back and forth </33

ah! you were just preparing for your shift as well, mind if he… slides into your shower? wink wink 🤭🤭

he quickly explained his situation to you and being a lovely s/o, agreed <33. honestly rushed it since he was late and all but it was kinda hot seeing steam rush out of the shower as water poured on you both, his silky hair damp as his slim fingers run through them…

later in the day, he felt rlly bad since he’s a sucker for romance and that was just… not it. during his lunch break he went out to a belgian store near his favorite bar and bought some chocolates as well as a bouquet of white orchids, the flowers of apology (totally didn’t choose a for a family member flower to foreshadow marriage thats so wack….)

‘came back on break. wtf is this [insert picture]’ ‘oh i felt bad abt this morning… might not be able 2 go in during ur break tho ig…’ ‘omg how abt u join me later then and make it up to me? 🥰’ ‘[…] so im thinking ill come home a quarter to 11’

despite the conversation, he really did mean everything. having a dangerous job and not to mention constantly putting you in danger is a red flag, the least he could’ve done was be the ideal boyfriend to you, right? no, it’s time to stop thinking like that. love isn’t walking on eggshells with spikes on them; love is unconditional and loyal, it loves no matter the flaws or imperfections. and, god if that isn’t the most romantic thing in the world… 💖

#mod maki #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader

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mxtcha-tea · 4 years ago

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and that's how i met you mother

✎desc; love at first sight with shiratorizawa (honestly, not all of them are love at first sight but ignore that)

✎pairing[s]; shiratorizawa 3rd years x f!reader (separate)

✎genre; fluff, crack

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; just an excuse for me to write lovesick boys💗 (I can’t do Shirabu, Kawanishi and Goshiki’s part cause I ran out of ideas🤸‍♀️🚆)

Ushijima

It would just be a normal day in his class, learning and stuff like usual

Then after the teacher finished explaining and hand out the tasks, he'll went through his pencil case and couldn't seem to find any pen

Ushijima frowned at that and looked throughly in his pencil case but with no luck, there's none

He swore that he had put some inside, maybe his mind slipped a little?

A tap on his shoulder caught his attention as he turned his head around to make eye contact with you

You're holding out one of your pen to him with a neutral look,

"You can have it," Ushijima look at you surprised, does that mean he can just take it from you? That's a little absurd

But he didn't question it and nodded, slowly taking the pen from your hand and continue studying

The pen doesn't really sit right in his hand, it's not being his and literally someone else that he doesn't have the chance to talk to

He'll spare a glance at you every minute (ngl, he's complimenting your side view internally)

And when you caught him looking at him, he'll just blink and slowly look back at his work with a light blush on his cheeks

(Istg it's so cute)

After the class ends and before you can leave for lunch, Ushijima caught your attention first,

"Here, thank you for lending me this. And unfortunately, i can't take it from you"

You're just looking at him with a dumbfounded look before taking the pen from him,

"Ah, no problem, um..." "Ushijima Wakatoshi"

You nodded at that, scratching the back of your head "...Ushijima. And it's [y/n]"

Both of you are just standing there in front of each other but it's not awkward, surprisingly

It's as if you two are waiting for one of you to speak and end the convo

(Spoiler alert; none of you wanted to end the convo since both of you find each other interesting)

You cleared your throat, fiddling with your pen a little, "Okay, see you after this, Ushijima"

He nodded at that and with that, both of you went to your separate ways

'[Y/N], YOU AWKWARD BASTARD! THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING, I BET HE THOUGHT THAT YOU'RE WEIRD NOW!'

Ushijima's just walking towards the gym with a fairly visible blush across his cheeks as he look down

"Ushijima..."

"[y/n]..."

"I guess he's fine..."

"I guess she's fine..."

Ushijima Current Mission!

Trying to figure what other scenarios he can drag you in to have a convo with you again

Good luck Wakatoshi~!

Tendou

You and Tendou have talked with eachother a couple of times but it's nothing more than that

And Tendou actually want to talk more with you (at first for friendship points but y'know...)

Today, you look more beautiful than ever to him today

It's not like you're not beautiful every other day (he thinks you're pretty so that's why he kept on having a convo with you)

And he caught into that

Somehow, he can't help bet stare at you in a distance and he tried his best to avoid getting caught

(Tendou's scared that you find him creepy for looking at you all the time and he don't want that thought to flood you mind)

Then, you came to him to explain about the work your science teacher gave since she's absent for the time being

And you can bet that he doesn't hear a single thing you said because he's too focused on yourself

It's kinda like in those scenes in manga where the main character stare into the main interest

The main interest looking as beautiful as ever with flowers around them

Pretty eyes, angelic face, kissable lips

For him, you're perfect and he even thought that you might be an angel in disguise

No matter how you even see yourself, he would always think that you're fascinating, adorable, enticing—

"Tendou, are you okay?"

The redhead snapped out from his thought and got caught by you

By now, his face is literally mocking his hair color as he chuckled nervously,

"Ah, I'm fine! It's just that..."

He was about to stop mid sentences but thankfully he still got that crumbs of courage and just goes with it,

"...you look pretty today,"

Tendou said with a closed eyes smile, peeking an eye open and trying to see your reaction (ngl he's nervous)

You blinked

Before you literally exploded at that which is what make him surprised in his seat

You fake coughed, looking away and avoiding eye contact,

"Thanks...."

[love meter +10!]

If this is an actual manga or anime, there could've been hearts dancing around him

Timeskip to Tendou at his home and squealing quietly to himself (he can't let his family hear him fanboying for someone in his school lmao)

"We're totally going to marry 3 years from now on~" he says to himself in the mirror with so many confidence

(I just love it when Tendou act like that, let him have his moment)

"Haha, thank you gods for creating me and [y/n] in the same world,"

Tendou's Current Mission!

Getting to know you better and give tons and tons of compliments, just like in the simulations! Specifically otomes and dating games

Try your best Satori~!

Semi

It was another day, another practice session

Except that it went longer than Semi expected, he managed to run from the gym to the main entrance

But before he can even put on his shoes, heavy rain started pouring down

He look at the dark grey sky, resting his forehead onto the shoe locker with one shoe already in his foot while the other in his hand

Sighing, Semi thought about asking to come with Tendou and Yamagata since he didn't bring his umbrella

But on second thought, he realized that they prolly forgot theirs too

And all 3 of them have to run under the rain again like last time

Yamagata and Tendou: "We can avoid the rain if we're fast enough!"

He shivered at that their words and the thought of getting terribly sick again

And before Semi's brain can process a strategy for himself, he was caught off guard when an umbrella was opened next to him,

"Ah sorry,"

In those few seconds, everything went slow motion when your eyes catches his

(He swore it felt like in the anime)

He can feel his cheeks flushing a little but thanks to the wheater, it's not obvious

"Hello?" Semi snapped from his thoughts, shaking his head before focusing on you again,

"Sorry, sorry, um—" "You don't have an umbrella?"

He blinked, shaking his head slightly

It's a pretty peaceful staring between you two with the rain hitting the ground as background sounds

Until you lift your umbrella up, and pointed at the small spot next to you with your thumb,

"Here, I'll help you,"

"Eh?"

Semi was flabbergasted a little at your statement but would he decline it?

Of course not,

"Just tell me where your house is then I help you go there,"

And that's how he find himself back at his house's entrance with you in front of him,

"And that's why I just let you walk with me for the afternoon,"

"Is that so, oh wait! I haven't known your name, and you prolly haven't known my name either..."

He scratched the back of his neck before looking at you with a smile,

"The name's Semi Eita, thanks for the walk back home,"

Your lips parted a little before in turns into a tooth rotting smile,

"[y/n], no problem and thanks for the company, Eita,"

An arrow pierced through his heart as his face is literally the color of Tendou's hair

And just like that, you left him on the entrance with a funny expression upon his face

Cutting the scene to Semi punching his pillow (rip pillow)

"You already caught me off guard already but you really had to look at me like that...."

Semi's Current Mission!

Try to find you the next day after first period and try not to be awkward with you and his convo after the eventful day

You can do it Eita~!

Yamagata

Let's just say that,

Yamagata went through the late anime girl scenario

But with his toast falling down from his mouth while running towards his school

And his stamina almost running low despite being a volleyball player and a libero

(His house's prolly far from his school, cut him some slacks sheesh)

He's pretty much stumbling a lot when he enters the school and speed walking up the stairs

Some of the students look at him weirdly but that doesn't become his main concern because a strict teacher is going first

Yamagata's almost there, almost reaching his classroom's door

But god had other plans and place an invisible rock in front of him

And as you can tell, he slipped on it and now facepalming the floor

(The sound is so loud my lord)

He groaned, shaking a little while trying to sit up from his position

The male look up and is now face to face with you, who's looking down at him

Okay he might be delusional from the impact but is he actually looking at an angel right now?

"Dude, you okay? That's gotta hurt from the sound that it made—"

Your words drowned inside his mind as he widened his eyes with pink tints decorating his cheeks

'This...THIS IS IT!'

"—also I think your nose is bleed—"

"PLEASE MARRY ME!!"

You flinched at that but keep a calm face, a little bit concerned that he may hit his head too hard

While Yamagata is just having heart eyes for you, sparkles around him after saying those words almost too confidently

He doesn't know what's in him that make him think that you're the one,

But he definitely can feel it

You sighed, crouching down while searching through your pocket and pulling out a small pack of tissues,

"I think we're going so fast right now but no, maybe 5 years later or never,"

"Does that mean you agree??"

"I don't know, you're handsome but also stupid, a himbo I think,"

You wipe away the blood dripping down his nose, taking his arm, opening it and put the bloodied tissue on it before closing it, giving a light tap,

"Now go to the nurse office,"

"Will you be there for me?"

"No,"

You help him stand up, dusting his shoulder and walk away as if nothing happened

Yamagata watches you from the distance with a lovesick smile

Tendou laughed behind him with Ushijima and Reon next to him and Semi looking at Yamagata, confused,

"Hayato, I have no idea if you had your alarm on but you just came to school during recess,"

"She's perfect...also, I think I need to go to the nurse right now cause my head hurts,"

Yamagata's Current Mission!

Marry [y/n]

Have fun, Hayato~!

Reon

(He will have the best love at first sight cause I say so)

It was the school festival and it's lively in every corner of the school, the outside, inside the classrooms, even the hallways

Reon had just finished his part of his classroom and now can walk around to enjoy the festival

Honestly, it's a pretty normal day to him despite being the school's festival

The students of Shiratorizawa has always been this lively so it's good that they can be keep the atmosphere as how it is like any other days

Since the others are still working on their parts, Reon was all by himself

Sure, the quiet sounds without Tendou, Semi and Yamagata is fine but he prefer it being loud anyway

A short of way to fill in the boring silence

But what's the bad thing to enjoy the peace once in a while?

So he take a small walk outside the Shiratorizawa building

Stalls decorated the outside with students busy serving the customers

He was greeted by some of them as he greeted them back with a warm smile

Hands inside his pocket while looking at the sky every few seconds

Baby blue sky with fluffy white clouds, it is the spring afterall

It was at that moment where he turn his head around and caught your eyes

It was something between those few seconds that a lighting strike between the string connecting you two for a second

Reon knew he did from the moment you two clashed with each other so suddenly

It was...not love at first sight exactly,

But rather, familiarity, like,

'Oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you,'

The staring prolly lasted more than he expected before you snapped out from your thought, shaking your head,

"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." "But you didn't do anything?" He rose an eyebrow, smiling sheepishly and watch your panic slowly dissolves

"Well, technically yeah but It was bad of me to stare off at you like that,"

He chuckled, your heart clenching at that,

"Don't worry, I think I did it too...maybe both of us did,"

"Ah, yeah! Probably..." you fiddled with your fingers, visibly nervous facing him since he's basically a stranger even tho being in the same school,

"Reon Oohira," "Eh?" You look at him with confusion at first, while he just offers you a smile,

"My name, since we have...how to say it, meet each other? And I don't want to make you uncomfortable after all that so I think it's best if we introduce ourselves,"

Your heart's basically beating out loudly that you'll afraid that he'll hear it

But, that doesn't seem so bad, does it?

You mirrored his smile, this time more confidently than before,

"[y/n] [l/n], nice to meet you Reon!"

"Please,"

Reon put his hand onto your head, "Just call me Hira,"

You fainted

"She's interesting, I love her,"

Reon's Current Mission!

Get to know you better and honestly, there's nothing else to do after that other than asking you out

You'll do great, Oohira~!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou x reader #tendou satori #semi x reader #semi eita #yamagata x reader #yamagata hayato #reon x reader #reon oohira

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gryffindorkxdraws · 4 years ago

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Want to start off by saying that I love your mind! I was hoping to get your opinion on: what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

EDIT: changed a few things ehe

ngl i found this challenging cus it made me think of how the answer would vary per person (yeah i went there idk why sdjkknds) so lemme get logical for a sec here haha

what exactly is the definition of “feel right”?

to make someone feel relaxed and comfortable, as merriam-webster states

simple as that, right? but wait there’s more

what makes something/someone go under that category?

now from there it expands because there are so many ways of answering that with everyone having different opinions and mindsets.

fair warning before we push on, this is going to get messy (like a word vomit) with how i’m just going to pour out everything i can think off, but just know i really like this question hence the, uh, mess? lmao

so back to your question, what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

in one POV, it could be because of how rapunzel and jack represent the sun and the moon respectively, making them two contrasting sides who shouldn’t collide and yet, against all odds and opposing forces that would come between them, they did.

and we can bet on the fact that they fought hard/struggled for it, depending on how fanfic writers play with it (reminds of this sun/moon au that sold me to this trope lmao).

just because others said it’s impossible or it’s against whatever, why should they listen to the “norm?” what even is considered “normal,” when the two can explore so much more of what they could be missing from life after stepping out of others’ shadows?

i just love sun/moon dynamics. i’m obsessed lmao i read the ones below somewhere and idk where but it’s been living in my head rent free and i can’t escape it tho feel free to correct me about any of these symbol topic!

like the Sun, thoughtful and full of energy to share with everyone, is connected with one’s self and known to, yeah, radiate warmth or light. it also symbolizes firmness, strength and power. oh and life too i guess?

while the Moon, subtle but full of mysteries and wonders, can also get emotional and sway others to be more nurturing. cus like it also symbolizes calmness, beauty, and nurture. plus eternity and enlightenment?

the list goes on if we head into more of what it both symbolize, but when these two celestial bodies get together, masculine and feminine energies unite. the Sun gives out life, while the Moon cultivates it.

i have no idea where i’m going but moving on

maybe it’s that taste of rebellion with going against the authorities/society/rules/of what has always been set to find out who they’re meant to be or, y’know, finding their identity without the shackles of others (like jack learning he has the potential to be a guardian and embracing it in his own time, and rapunzel realizing she’s the lost princess and works hard to be a good one),

or there’s something about the mystery that follows the other because they’ve never met anyone quite like them (like exploring a world they’ve never set foot on),

or finding all the good and bad in each other and in their differences, but still loving the other for who they are,

or what one lacks the other makes up for it and vice versa. with or without them realizing they can help each other grow to be a better version of themselves.

opposites attract who are bound to be full of surprises.

but on the contrary, they could also be two peas of a pod. aight this definitely goes against what i said above with all the opposites and stuff, but hear me out.

while they grew up and learned how to cope with life differently, they somehow still share the same sentiments when it comes to, for example, reaching their goals.

they have their own way to go about it, sure, but my point is they can reach a common ground better together compared when they’re with others.

like rapunzel with the lanterns, and jack with his memories. at first, one hesitated and wavered, while the other disagreed and pulled away. it was only after they saw a chance/realized this was it that they agreed in a heartbeat

they ultimately made the choice of diving in head first regardless of their initial thoughts in the first place. kinda like the moment they realized they can be a step closer to what they’ve been yearning for their whole life

bam, out of the way, they’re coming through lmao

not only that, but they can also be soft, gentle, understanding despite rapunzel’s spontaneuosness and jack’s mischievousness. we’ve seen them interacting with children and they’re so good at lifting their spirits up to have some fun and that there will always be a tomorrow.

and with their peers too. rapunzel lights up even the darkest of rooms, may it be like fireworks to bring joy or a campfire to warm one’s heart. jack meanwhile keeps things light when everyone else feels tense, easing others to relax and remember there’s always a way out

don’t forget the way they both sacrifice themselves for who they care for. like, they just do that, putting others first before them. that scene of saving eugene and baby tooth aaahhhhdjhdskdjkbkfjdkjf

and when everything comes crashing down and the world feels heavy on their shoulders, they both know they’re not alone with the other there for them.

maybe it’s the mutual understanding they have for each other after opening up, and finding a friend/partner/home through the connection they made together,

or they could be a push and pull that leads them to showing an unexpected side of the other, but in reality they always had it in them and all they needed was someone to show the way,

or how they complement each other, but they’re not two halves of a whole, no, rather they’re already whole themselves and they only reminded each other that they are,

or it’s simply because they don’t feel the need to put up walls or anything of the likes, because they know that no matter what they’ll be accepted for who they are.

opposites who have so much more in common than they originally thought

in another POV it could be because of how they give such partners in crime vibe. lowkey or highkey, take your pick. nothing would stop them from moving forward to a new tomorrow, or honestly whatever it is they put their minds to.

and i am here for that

like i said in one of my posts, “They were a magnet for trouble, with the Sun being a free-spirited and vivacious fellow, and with the Moon’s knack for mischief and being a rebel without cause.”

while both are adventurous, ready to explore whatever is out there, all the while just wanting to have some fun, they still balance each other out.

with jack usually ready to do what he needs/wants to do (which helps rapunzel to trust her gut and take the risk. that he’ll be there for her whenever she’s ready to step out of her comfort zone and jump away from her tower)

and with rapunzel knowing how to handle sticky situations properly (which reminds jack that not everything has to be done harshly and abruptly. that while freezing someone could be fun, it won’t solve things in the long run)

am i making sense? idek but you’re stuck with me lol but before i forget and i can’t believe i just remembered now. the way they can help fill in on what the other is missing

rapunzel wants to see the world, what goes out there, with the people, society, and history i feel. and jack can take her to wherever she wants to go. hell, he’ll even surprise her and bring her to places he’d think she’ll like.

with his experiences, he’s bound to have an endless list of plans for them to go through and it’s no surprise that she’ll love it, and (him) his gesture, nonetheless

jack wants to be noticed by others, to be seen and heard for who he is. and rapunzel is such a welcoming person that she accepts him wholeheartedly. give him the love he was deprived of for years.

reassure him that even he has a place to call home because why would he be excluded from that? he deserves it just as much as she and everyone else does

also i like to think they brainstorm ideas together

maybe it’s how they’re both game for an adventure, sudden or not, and this makes it easy for them to team up together and take on the world

or the feeling of familiarity as they click and everything flows naturally to them, where nothing is forced or uncomfortable between them

or how it’s like they can hold on to each other, knowing the other won’t let go no matter what because they’ll always have each other through the ups and downs

or it’s in their shared smiles, mischievous sparks in their eyes, moving together to the music of their synchronized heartbeats, as they step forward to the vast unknown

finding the ‘one’ who understands them inside out that they feel at home with them

i’ve said so many things and threw out so many brain rot, but what exactly is my final answer?

it’s simple: who knows? now before you toss me aside, and i hope not lmao, lemme just say even with that kind of final verdict, you can still find beauty in it.

you see, there’s so much more to explore and delve into with jackunzel because of their potential, that i don’t want to make a set answer for your question. i’d rather much help you, and anyone else wondering, to come to an answer yourself and maybe even share/discuss it with others.

i’m running out of brain juice, but i at least hope this helped satisfy your curiosity behind your question since this is all i can give… for now, maybe? who knows lmao

tho i’ll be honest and admit i based these on how i feel about jackunzel. so if ever someone else out there wants to add more points they thought of, feel free to add on this

#rotbtd #jackunzel #rise of the brave tangled dragon #the big four #jack frost and rapunzel #jack frost #rapunzel corona #holy hell what possessed me to type a damn essay lmao #my writing

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lu-undy · 3 years ago

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Un-alone, Chapter 19

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“C’mon Marty, we gotta go.”

The German Shepherd brought the stick he had found back to Mundy and sat down, his eyes pleading.

“Alright, last throw and then we gotta hit the road otherwise we’ll never get there before the sun sets, ok?”

“Woof!” The dog went to his four paws in a flash and wagged his tail frantically.

“Alright, go!” Mundy threw the stick on the parking lot of the hotel and the dog ran to fetch it.

“Micky, you’re ready, son?”

“Yeah, oh, let me help you, Uncle Phil.” Mundy went to his uncle and helped him hop on his seat in the car.

“Ah, thank you, son, that’s perfect… Thanks.”

“It’s nothin’, here, gimme your cane, I’ll put it behind ya.”

“Micky, you sure you didn’t forget anythin’ in the hotel?” Caroline popped out of reception and into the parking lot.

“I slept in me van, Mum, you should ask Uncle Phil. “

“Phil?”

“Nah, we’re fine, c'mon Carrie!”

“Alright, alright.”

There were another few hours of driving and the landscape changed as the family neared the coast. Mundy followed his mother and uncle driving the car in front of him and soon, Marty became restless on his seat.

“Recognise the place, mate?”

The dog barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging against the passenger’s seat. He was turning left and right.

“Yeah, you know it, good boy… Oh, that’s where Mum’s parkin’, hm… Guess I'll have to park on the sidewalk… Here… There we go."

A few hours later, all their belongings were moved inside Philip's vacation house. The family had had dinner and Philip was on the sofa, following whatever game was on that night with Marty laying beside him.

"Thanks for helpin' me with the dishes, Micky."

Caroline and her son were in the kitchen. She was washing and he was rinsing.

"You're welcome, Mum."

"I'm sure a few days with the sea breeze will help Phil as much as it will you." She said and Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"What d'you mean?"

"Y'know…" Caroline cast a glance at the kitchen door and saw that it was open. She quickly rinsed her hands and went to close it before resuming her position next to Mundy. "Your breakup…?" She hesitantly added and Mundy nodded, not because he agreed, but because he remembered. His mother was thinking that the reason why he was avoiding talking about his feelings, was because he had broken up with a woman and his heart was aching...

Well, aching his heart was.

Not because of a heartbreak, Mundy simply felt like in the end he would be alone because he had nothing to offer, nothing but road trips, hunting animals, people, puttin ghis supposed loved on in danger through that and oh, yeah, a very poor ability to actually talk to people, verbalise what he felt outside of the confines of his own head…

He sighed.

“I don’t wanna pry or anythin’ but uh…” Caroline’s voice pulled the Aussie out of his daydream. “When we were in New Mexico, had you found someone else? I mean, we’ve travelled pretty far and uh…”

“Mum.” Mundy stopped her yet could not look her in the eye. Each time he did, a voice screamed in his head “Liar! Liar! Tell her! Tell her you prefer blokes over sheilas! She doesn’t deserve you lie to her! You’re the worst son she could ever have and it’s all your fault! You’re breaking her heart!”

Mundy screwed his eyes shut and shook his head to shake those thoughts away.

“No… No I hadn’t, and even if I had, I don’t care.” He put the plate he had in his hand down and left the kitchen. Soon after, Caroline heard the very familiar sound of the van’s engine rumbling away, and sighed.

The Aussie drove first to let his frustration out, and when it did pass, he started paying attention to his surroundings. It was all new afterall… He realised that it was what all the beach cities must look like: restaurants, nightclubs, theme parks for families.

Families.

Huh. Mundy shook his head. He would have loved to have one of his one, someone to go home to, someone to hold, to feel the warmth of. And he had nothing against a sheila and a few kids, he really didn’t. He just had a slight preference for men, that was true; that, and there was the issue with his job too.

“God damn it…” He sighed.

Being paid to put bullets in things was hard enough on himself, he didn’t want to put that burden on anyone else with him. And sometimes those things weren’t just beasts, they were people too… The truth was that Mundy was a paid killer, a mercenary, jumping from contract to contract. When someone needed some lead in their head, he was called in, and more recently, it was even the officials who called to him for his extraordinary tracking abilities. Mundy could find anyone and anything, as long as it had blood pumping in its veins.

He had thought about quitting, multiple times at that. But then what would he do? Farming with his parents? He was already helping them out from time to time and he didn’t like the idea of taking too much responsibility on the farm. At the end of the day, he didn’t want his parents to think that he wanted to take over, the farm was way too big a responsibility for him, especially alone.

Eventually, Mundy parked somewhere, it was a free parking lot. He lowered his window, just a bit, for some fresh air, and he leaned back on his seat, closing his eyes. He dreamt. He dreamt of a man, the man who will make his days flip upside down, a man who would understand him and somehow, manage to bear him through his muteness, through his silence and hardest of all, through his difficulty to express what he felt.

Mundy could of course partake in a little exercise of introspection, as he was doing right now; It was practically a compulsory hobby. Anytime he felt low, he would look into himself, as if he didn’t know why, or as if that particular time the answer would be different. Nah, in truth, Mundy just didn’t know what else he could do but think about his misery on his own. The hard part, and the step that he never took was to take everything he knew about himself, about what frustrated him or made him happy, extracting all of that from his insides to bring it outside, for someone to hear. Even his mother was unaware of half the things he was thinking.

Maybe that was one of the issues he could address as opposed to focusing on dreaming about a man he hadn’t met yet? Maybe that was the “easy” thing to fix and maybe fixing it would bring him some peace?

Mundy opened his eyes and it was night time. He looked around him to see that the city was still busy, even if it was winter now there, the beach still attracted quite a lot of people.

"Right." He started the engine and headed back home.

When he entered the house, Marty came to the door to greet him.

"Hey, Marty, yeah, you're good boy… Oh? Marty, leave my hand alone. Marty-? Alright, alright, I'll follow ya…"

The German Shepherd led the Aussie to the door of his uncle's bedroom.

"He must be asleep, Marty, you'll see him tomor-"

"Come in, Micky." Phil said from the inside and Mundy pushed the door.

"Sorry, Uncle Phil, it's Marty. I don't know why he pulled my hand all the way here."

"It's fine, Micky, I asked him to. Marty, shut the door, boy."

The dog pushed the door until it clicked shut.

"He's a very clever dog." Mundy said.

"Yeah, I got him cause he was too soft to work with us drug sniffin'."

"Oh, I see."

"C'mere and have a seat, Micky." Philip was in his bed. He scooted to free some space for Mundy to sit at his side. “I wanted to have a chat with you, y’know, only men kinda talk…”

The Aussie sighed.

“See? Your Mum’s all worried about ya. Now, I told her you’re one big man and you know what you’re doin’, she shouldn’t meddle in your business.”

"But?" Mundy anticipated.

"But she told me things, see?"

"What did she tell you?"

"That you got yourself a woman and for some reason, you ain't together anymore, and that's why you're all sad and in your own world."

"Pfff…" Mundy sighed and shook his head.

"Now, boy, these things do happen all the time, y'know. It ain't necessarily bad. If anythin', it's better to go each your way if you're not meant together."

"Yeah, guess you’re right.”

“Believe me, Micky. Besides, young and handsome as you are, I’m sure you’ll find someone else quick enough, eh?”

“Yeah… I wish…”

“Son?” Phil was confused. He expected to see his nephew in a better mood after a little chat, but Mundy looked worse. “What is it…?”

“Nothin’. I’ll let you sleep now, g’night, Uncle Phil.”

And as usual, Mundy disappeared, leaving his uncle confused as to what he was thinking. The Aussie's mind was as impenetrable as Buckingham Palace itself or the White House…

The next morning, Mundy found his mother and his uncle chatting in the kitchen when he woke up.

"Micky, we were thinkin' of havin' a walk by the beach. Your uncle's physio says it's good for him to walk a bit more now, and we reckon Marty's gonna love it." Caroline said. "You wanna come with us?"

"Sure. I'll just have some coffee before we go." Mundy took a seat at the breakfast table.

"You wrap your neck in a scarf, yeah?" Caroline poured him some coffee. "It's cold outside. And we should get you a beanie, it's gettin' really cold now."

"My hat's fine, Mum."

"It's fine until you catch a cold and then who's gonna have to take care of a big baby with a running nose…?" Caroline asked and Mundy smiled.

"Alright, we'll get some beanies for everyone then." Mundy smiled and took a sip of his coffee. Marty came to the Aussie. "Hey Marty." Mundy patted his head and the dog wagged his tail enthusiastically.

"Right," Phil said and stood up. "I'll go and put on somethin' decent…"

"I brought your thick winter jacket, Phil, you'll find it in your big bag." Caroline said.

"Carrie, I'm not yer son!"

"Uncle Phil, don't even try, even Dad can't tell her anythin' about that…" Mundy said.

"Right, woman, I'll do it your way…" Phil left the kitchen, leaving mother and son alone.

"I had your dad on the phone yesterday." Caroline said.

"Oh, how's he doin'?"

"Same old," She answered and finished her coffee. "He's alright, the chickens and geese aren't missin' us too much apparently."

"Is he managin' on his own to take them to the market?"

"Yeah, he says it's fine. Jimmy comes to lend a hand on the weekends."

"Ah, that's nice of him."

"He sometimes comes after school when he feels like it." Caroline said and Mundy nodded. "His parents encourage him to work with us during the holidays."

"He's only a kid though, can't have him be there full-time I guess." Mundy said.

"Yeah, nah, you're right. His parents told me he wasn't doing so good at school, so they try to give him a bit of work to do. We talked with them a lot. Jimmy's learnin' fast and he likes it at the farm."

"Wanna hire him when he finishes school?"

"Your dad and I are thinkin' about it." Caroline said and nodded to herself. "We aren't getting any younger and it'd be good to leave the farm to someone… Now, we know you like it but not to the point of workin' full time there."

Mundy lowered his head.

"Yeah… I wish it was all different." Mundy took the last gulp of his coffee and left, not giving his mother any chance to ask him what he meant.

The Aussie put some warm clothes on and kept thinking. He wished it was all different. He wished he had been better at school and right now he would have had an office job, nice nine to five kind of routine, a car, a house of his own, a sheila and a few kids…

He could also have liked farming more, and then he would have taken the responsibility of his parent's farm after them. The business would stay in the family and Mike and Caroline wouldn't feel like a lifelong effort of taking care of chickens and geese went down the drain…

Mundy could have not preferred men or liked them at all. That way, it would surely have been a thousand times easier to find someone to settle with. He himself was very shy but females sometimes went to talk to him, hit on him even, but men? Never, or so rarely…

"Hm."

Mundy took Marty's tennis balls with him and went to get the dog on the leash.

"Marty? C'mere, big boy, we need to put you on the leash."

Marty rose from his bed and trotted to Mundy before he sat down in front of him.

"We're gonna go for a walk, Marty."

The dog's ears pricked up and his tail wagged faster.

"Oh, you got that, didn't you? You clever boy…"

Caroline and Philip joined him in the living-room.

"You boys have everythin' you need?"

"Yeah." Both Philip and Mundy agreed.

"Then let's go."

They left the house and walked only a few minutes before reaching the sand.

"You live very close to the beach, Uncle Phil."

"Yeah, got that house a long time ago. There weren't that many tourists and everything was so much cheaper…!" The old man was holding on to his sister's arm to walk. "Now, everythin's so painfully expensive… Oh, you can get Marty off the leash, let the boy enjoy the beach."

"Sure, c'mere Marty." Mundy took a second to undo the leash and took the tennis ball from his pocket. As soon as the dog saw it, he started barking eagerly. "Alright, alright, catch this!" Mundy threw the ball far away in the sand and Marty ran after it at full speed.

"He likes the exercise, this dog." Phil said.

"Course he does." Caroline answered. "Back when the farm was bigger we had a couple of dogs, they kept the chickens safe in the nights. They're very smart, eh."

"So smart we get them to join the police…!'' Phil answered. "That's what Marty was supposed to do, but even as early as a puppy, he was way too gentle and soft, wasn't bad at the obedience stuff, but no predatory instincts whatsoever in this boy. He could have ended drug sniffin', but he wasn't very enthusiastic about it either, so I took him in."

"You did well." Caroline said and Marty came back with the ball, he gave it to Mundy who threw it away again.

The three of them were walking in the sand, along the shore. The air was salty with the proximity of the sea and the breeze was icy but through that, they all breathed some better air. Besides, Marty was loving the large space to play fetch.

"Y'all should come back with Mike in the summer." Phil resumed his speech. "The sun shines beautifully, the water's lovely and this part of the beach isn't as touristy as the rest."

"And who would take care of the farm?" Caroline asked rhetorically.

"You could hire up some folks for summer. I'm sure there are plenty of young people who'd be happy to feed chickens and sell them before college starts again." Phil answered.

"Yeah… We always say we'd do that with Mike but it never happens in the end."

Marty came back, dropped the ball in Mundy's hand and went to run towards the water. He got his legs wet, jumped on the froth coming to him, trying to bite it, and ran back to Mundy for more playtime.

"Why'd you never do it?" Phil asked his sister.

"Cause we have no reason to not take care of the farm… We like it."

"Have you ever been on a holiday, Carrie?"

"O'course I have!"

"Your honeymoon doesn't count." Phil added and Caroline sighed.

"Phil…"

"You haven't, have you? I'm not judgin', Carrie, just saying. I was like you, eh? No holiday on duty. But now, with my bad leg, I've learnt to take some time off and it's not bad."

"Yeah… I reckon you're right but uh…"

"Feelin' bad for the chickens and geese?"

Marty came back again and Mundy threw the ball for him. He then dusted his hands off of the sand and put them in his pockets.

His parents had never taken a bit of holiday since forever. They cared a lot about their farm and it would surely feel weird for them to stop. Mundy understood it in the sense that if he had been asked to stop hunting completely, he would feel lost.

Well, he had been asked to stop completely, and multiple times at that. His parents weren't supporting his choice of profession, and Mundy's father grew more and more keen on his son taking over the farm. As Mundy grew into hunting more and more, Mike's frustration with the realisation that his son had other plans than taking the family business grew too. Father and son weren't on the best terms and tried to keep their disagreements away from Caroline, but she was far from stupid and knew that she was the only reason that Mundy and Mike still talked.

"I'm just sayin', Carrie. If you wanna come back come summer time with Mike and Micky, I can give you the house for a few weeks." Phil went on.

"That's very nice of you, Phil." Caroline answered.

Their voices were a blur on which Mundy was writing his thoughts. He took a deep breath of sea breeze and looked around him. There were a few people here and there, a few happy dogs enjoying their outing as much as Marty was. Mundy's eye lingered on the occasional couples. He had passed the age to feel jealousy towards them, or even envy. What he felt was the bitter punch of knowing that there had been no one so far who had made a positive difference to his days, no one with whom he could have a decent bit of conversations, no one who had seen in him more than a hunting vagabond, and a promise for an assorted, nomadic adventure. A trip with a starting line but no arrival.

Mundy sighed.

Looking back at the past and seeing the emptiness that all of Mundy’s previous encounters left was one thing, the bitterness of it was one thing, but what really hurt was that stubborn glimmer of hope that he could not shake off, however hard he tried. And God knew how he tried, he tried to look at the facts: a man with a man was unthinkable enough, a man with him, the loner, the socially awkward, ever stammering, unable to communicate his feelings to even his mother, a mess of an almost forty-year-old man.

Oh he wished. He wished he could open himself wide open and scoop that hope out of him because in truth, that was what was killing him. That part of him that believed that one day, he would open his van’s door to see a pair of masculine eyes full of love, loving him as much as he did them…

God, why did he have to bear the double sentence of preferring men over women and hoping to find one…?

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 4 years ago

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Anger Management | Satan

Request: So I can’t get this thought out of my mind cause I’d love to have a “date” like this with Satan! What if MC tried to help Satan express his rage by inviting him to a secret “date” they planned. A date that takes place at a rage room! The thought of MC encouraging Satan to unleash his anger in a safe way in a rage room where you can break things freely with no consequences sounds so fun! Any writers on here please I’m begging you, this would be such a good story!

Word Count: 1561 words

Page Count: 4.3 pages

A/n: okay, when i saw this, i ended up thinking of the cafe instead of the room sorry about that, but i loved the idea to much and i hope you still like it! also that was the only gif i could find with satan in it like we need more of this boi

Tags: @mrlovememes

"Rage Restaurant. Really?" Satan asked, an amused smile on his face while looking down at your phone, shaking his head in a moderate disbelief at the idea of your first date on Earth being... this. Sitting up on his bed, his head on your shoulder while the sleep in his voice was evident, the date you had set up for him tonight did interest him very much.

"Yeah! The plates are made of hardened sugar and all the knives and forks are dulled, you can even get a miscalculated bill at the end just to make sure you have everything out, isn't that cool?" You beamed at the idea, after seeing the restaurant pop up on your Instagram feed, you had made a reservation that night. Still in a tank top and shorts, your sleep left your body immediately once you had showed him the restaurant, thinking that this would be a good outlet for the demon of your life.

Currently, you, the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and the angels are on a small two week trip to the human world. Lucifer claims it was for business, but with how excited Diavolo was, you started to think they all had planned it for a bit to see what the human race was up to up close and personal. You had your regular phone back, but on the first day Lucifer had taken you to get phones for the rest of the boys, which he paid for, and made you set up the numbers for each phone, so with your DDD you were sure the electric bill of the house they were renting would shoot up fairly quickly.

"But, what if things get out of hand?" He asked, a bit unsure of releasing his rage on you while you just sat there, without someone there to watch. His anxiety bubbled slightly, thoughts of accidentally hurting you physically or emotionally made his heart drop a bit, he dug his head into your neck slightly to comfort himself from the thought.

"The waiters are like moderators. And trust me. I know you wont hurt me. You can just yell at me while you break the things around you. I made a special reservation to have some tables around us cleared if that makes you feel better." You tried to ease him into the idea, knowing you had set up the date so that he can release his rage without having to worry about consequences, you did everything you could to prepare your area for him.

When making the reservation, you were in the kitchen as Lucifer was cooking and Mammon was sitting on the counter next to you, both who offered to stay in the background of the date to watch over him. Though you loved Satan with all your heart, and you knew he wouldn't hurt you with the control he has managed to gain as time went on, but having some insurance wouldn't hurt either.

Allowing Lucifer and Mammon to sit at the other end of the restaurant, you got a table for them to fake fight at while keeping an eye on Satan, having everything set for your date.

"Are you sure?" He took a deep breath, looking down at the confirmation of your time and tables, his hand coming up to rub up and down your thigh.

"Yes. And that's why it was a surprise. Because everything is already set up and I think it would be good for you. Though, if you really don't want to, I'm not forcing you either." Your voice started to settle into a whisper near the end, turning your face to rest it into his hair, your right hand also coming up to lightly scratch his head.

"Mmm." He hummed, enjoying the feeling of your nails on his scalp, calming him further. You both had stayed there for a good five minutes before he spoke up.

"Fine. Thank you. For everything."

"No problem!"

*****

The drive to the restaurant was pretty entertaining, with you driving and finding parking, Satan found your ever so small amount of road rage quite funny to the point he was cackling at you while you were trying to explain something.

"It's a recording studio that kinda just- BITCH!" You slammed both hands onto the horn while slamming on the breaks, trying to not crash into the guy that just cut you off, your sigh of irritation only had him burst with some laughter before continuing on.

"Oh yeah, keep laughing." You smirked while turning into the driveway up the hill, and finding a place to park, you pulled the keys and smiled widely.

"Maybe you need this more than me." He mused.

"Eh." You responded, sitting in silence for a bit, before breaking it.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

*****

Sitting down at your table, you smiled as the waitress poured about six glasses of water, leaving to grab some food for Satan to throw was well.

"You ready?" You grinned, looking at how awkward he seemed to be, you sat back and saw Lucifer and Mammon sit at a corner table near the front of the restaurant.

"I... I don't know where to start." He looked around, and right before he was to turn around, you perked up.

"Well. Maybe the fact that Lucifer and Mammon are here to?"

"What."

And with that, he started to fume, his head going into his hands as he mumbled angrily at the table- starting to string everything together, going from just the two brothers to how they do things that annoy him, to the rest of the brothers. Before you knew it he was yelling about everything and more- grabbing the water and plates and throwing them on the tables, slamming his hands onto the table before you and breaking it before flipping the other ones next to him, stomping on the shattered remains.

You watched in awe, honestly even with all this anger emanating from his body, he was still a beautiful creature to behold, so while you continued to sip on your [ Tea/Coffee/Hot Cocoa ] and the waitress brought more items with a look that screamed 'This is kinda new, but hey, it's kinda fun to watch.', Satan continued a controlled rampage on the poor sugar plates and tables around him.

The owner at the counter looked over at you, shooting him a small smile and a nod, he did the same while watching some other customers around the cafe.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I should have gotten credit for the goddamned note card thing! I should wring him by the neck with my thumbs in his sockets-" It went like this for a while, the continued shattering of fake glass and his screams of anger went to deaf ears around him, though you kept your eye on him so he knew that you were listening to him release his rage.

An hour and a half later, hundreds of "glasses" broken, three shattered tables, about seven limp chairs, and said broken pieces being impaled into the walls around you two. He was panting lightly, his hand shaking as it settled on your chair while he bent over, his face in your neck like it was this morning. His heart was racing and small amounts of his horns starting to poke out from his hair, which you covered with your hands to make it look like you were rubbing his head, before he stood up to his full height with a sigh.

"That... that was... good." He was breathing deeply now, and his words were becoming much more clear, he looked like he was lighter in general- all the weight he had carried left him in these moments.

"Good?" You laughed lightly, before rubbing his back with one hand as the other went to your purse, you both walked to the counter to pay for everything. Satan looked to where Lucifer and Mammon sat at, seeing the area soaked with water and having the area around them broken, safely assuming that even they had their fill which made an evident smirk cross his face.

"That will be 346.85." He owner announced in a bored manner. Your face paled in shock, a tight smile on your face, eyes wide at the number.

"Is that the miscalculation thing you usually do?"

"Nah, we decided to give you a break, your man seemed to be having a rough time so... yeah."

"Thanks." You pulled your card out, and handed it to him, before thanking him for everything and apologizing for the extra damage.

As the both of you left to the car, Satan had a please smile on his face, his hand in yours as he leaned on you slightly- his more playful side coming to light, this was usual after he released his anger, not that you minded. You were happy for these moments with him, though you had to push him off you to get back into the car, he buckled in before his eyes met yours.

"What?"

"Hm. Nothing." He voiced out playfully. You pulled out of the space and went to your way back home, deciding to enjoy the back roads and their scenery, also trying to take a longer way back home to spend more time with the demon.

"I just love you is all."

"SATAN."

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twistedsinews · 3 years ago

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Our Jagged Fragments of Mind and Soul

Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V/Misty, Vik; PG-13 (AO3 Flavor)

Rain poured down the street, cascading over the pavement.

The door was open, as it nearly always was. As it was meant to be. Frozen in another time and shivering, he stared at the sign above it, as rainwater caught in his hair and in his eyelashes.

An aura of peace radiated past the threshold. It settled over him like a shroud once he got the nerve to step through it. A heady incense was burning in one of the braziers, drifting to the ceiling and making his nose itch. Knickknacks and figurines – symbols of protection, of good fortune, of peace – stared down at him as he passed under their gaze, keeping watch or making judgment and keeping it amongst themselves one way or the other.

Engrossed in a world all her own, Misty was pulling cards at the counter. Her eyebrows knit together, and her mouth was set in a mystified little pout at whatever they were telling her.

Thinking of her made his heart ache.

Seeing her made it bleed.

She tapped the edge of the card pinched between her fingers against one on the counter, and raised her head at last. The movement of her hand stilled, and her mouth fell open as wide as her eyes.

Jackie smiled.

Or tried to.

It may have come out all wrong.

Misty didn’t notice. Or she didn’t care, if she did. The deck fell from her hand, half scattering over the counter, as she darted around it to meet him, practically falling into him as he swept her into his arms. He crushed her to him tight, maybe even too tight, but he couldn’t tell and she didn’t complain.

She pulled away to look at him, and her mouth moved over words she couldn’t quite choke out, but he caught the How? and What? on her lips clearly, only he didn’t have much of an answer to give. She puzzled over his appearance, his clothes, his being here now in front of her; she cupped his face in her hands, as though touching was believing, and ran her fingers through his two months growth of sodden hair.

He held her hand to his mouth, and tried again to smile.

Breaking from her gaze, he cast a meaningful look around the store, and once more met her eyes.

“V?”

The question brought her back down to Earth; the light in her eyes dimmed. Misty glanced away, and gave a subtle shake of her head. It wasn’t quite denial but wasn’t at all encouraging, and it only served to feed the thing gnawing on his stomach lining.

“She’s not here right now.” Taking his hand, she led him to one of the chairs she had set in the back, coaxing him to sit down and kneeling down beside him. “Let’s... focus on what you need for now, okay?”

Jackie swallowed.

And nodded.

Squeezing her hand, he lifted it to the port on the back of his neck, pressing her fingers against the empty gap. Misty’s eyes widened, and he let her hand drop. It landed on his shoulder.

“Need to talk to Vik. Everything... I’m all out of sorts.”

She nodded. “Okay, well... he’s with someone right now, but he should be free in just a little bit, alright?”

Jackie mouthed a little yeah, in agreement.

“Alright. Just a little bit longer.”

His shoulders slumped as he settled in to wait, and she wrapped her hand over the back of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Curled up together, wisely out of the rain, two cats kept watch from the altar, eyes reflecting the light as they tracked him. At length, one stepped out of the basket and stretched, and hopped down onto the arm of Jackie’s chair to investigate.

Before long, a lone edgerunner stepped out of the back room. She regarded them coolly, and nodding once in silent greeting on her way out through the shop.

For all the Jackie knew the way, Misty still led him by the hand out the back, and down the steps. The drizzle caught in her hair and in her sweater, but she never had minded the rain. She brushed the droplets out of her eyes, smudging her makeup as they stepped though the basement door to the security gate.

Vik was orating notes when he noticed them, Misty at first, and trailing off into stunned silence when Jackie stepped into the light.

Behind his glasses, his eyes flicked between them. Tentatively – stepping closer, eyes locked on Jackie’s face like he might vanish, or become someone new – Vik reached out to squeeze his shoulder.

“...Jackie?”

“¿Qué tal, señor?”

Vik’s hand skimmed down his arm. He gave Jackie a once-over, looked at Misty again, then back to his face.

“It’s him.”

Misty’s voice was small, but confident.

Like there was ever any doubt.

And maybe there was. Or should have been.

Vik certainly seemed less sure.

“Need a new deck,” Jackie rasped. “They ripped it...”

His voice cracked, and caught in his throat. He glanced at Misty, who still held on to his arm, and back to Vik.

Vik gave a slow, understanding nod.

“Also need’a make sure I’m not being tracked.”

“Yeah, sure...” he agreed, finally remembering to turn off his recording. “We’ll get you all set up, run a full diagnostic – the works. Misty, you think you could go upstairs and keep an eye out?”

At first her lips pressed together thinly, and she looked like she might protest. Then she gave Jackie’s arm a firm little hug, and he reached to catch her hand and squeeze her fingers before she moved too far away from him and let go.

She took her time making her way across the floor, and paused at the gate to look back before disappearing around the corner, the door creaking open and soundly closed a moment later.

Gesturing towards his workspace, Vik intoned, “Chair, please.”

Jackie dutifully followed through as instructed. Dragging himself up into the chair, he eased back against it. The chair could hardly be deemed comfortable, but the familiarity of it was a comfort.

“And... plug in?”

He jacked in to the array, and felt the electrical buzz of a connection as the diagnostic software started with a shallow scan of his system.

His cyberdeck would’ve been feeding him information all about it.

If he still had one.

Vik disappeared behind the stack of equipment, and Jackie could hear him rummaging through his stock somewhere nearby. He reappeared soon enough with a small metal case in his hands, the device within smaller than a shard but similarly shaped and vastly more powerful.

“A Raven Microcyber,” Vik introduced it to him. “Impressive little piece. Oughta at least get you back on your feet. I think it might even be brand new.”

“Know I ain’t got cash, right?” Jackie warned. “Can’t know I’ll ever be able to pay you back, way things are.”

“We can argue about eddies later. Right now I want to be certain that everything is in working order and you’re not going to collapse in the next five minutes.”

“And anyway,” Vik added, “V donated this one. As I recall, she... found it, in a drawer somewhere. That seems like an even trade to me.”

The question bubbled up within him, but before he could force it past his tongue, Vik had tilted his head to one side and forward to access his port. Jackie felt, rather than heard, the sharp little click of the deck sliding into place.

All at once, every implant in his body started to synch up properly. Vik let his head fell back against the chair.

Groaning deeply, Jackie scrubbed his face with his hands.

“That good, huh?”

“That is so much fuckin’ better, you would not even believe.”

Vik chuckled.

“¡Dios del cielo!”

“It should have your usual suite of basic functions pre-installed. And I still have your profile in the system, so we can make sure all your firmware gets installed and is up to date.”

“Mmmph.”

Giving his arm a pat, Vik moved to step away. “You’re welcome.”

Jackie stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, watching the data feed scroll down his display. Updates and diagnostics.

The silence crept into him, like darkness eating at the roots of his soul.

“They ripped me out of my head, Vik.”

He draped an arm over his eyes.

“Thought it was over; thought I was dead and then...” He didn’t even know how to describe that part. “And then... they shoved me back in. Made me go through all these... tests. Evaluations? Guess I didn’t pass, ‘cause they ripped me out again. And again after that. Over and over and fucking over, I thought I was gonna crack.”

“I guess we’re talking Arasaka?” Vik asked. “How did you get back here? I can’t imagine they decided to let you walk free.”

“Eh, you know how it is,” Jackie lifted his arm to look at him, and forced a smile. “They underestimated me.”

Vik smiled back, a gentleness in his voice that Jackie wasn’t accustomed to, “Can’t say they’re the only ones who did that.”

While he was there, Vik turned his attention to the readout.

Jackie watched the reflection of the data that scrolled down his sunglasses.

“Hey, Vik?”

“Mhhm?”

“Where’s V?”

The question caught Vik off guard. He glanced down at Jackie, frowning.

“Misty wouldn’t tell me, now you too, huh? Getting me kinda worried here.”

Like they didn’t think he’d even ask.

“At least tell me she got out. She did get out, right? She made it?”

“That is... a complicated story, Jackie.”

“Complicated, how?” Jackie waved at the apparatus he was still connected to by his wire. “This seems like it might still be taking a while; you got my total and undivided attention.

Crossing his arms, Vik studied his screen.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked. “Before...”

He struggled with the phrasing, prompting Jackie to scoff.

“Before Arasaka?” He prodded. “Before dying, you mean.”

He breathed out a long, even breath.

“Last thing I remember is V,” he said. “For a while there, it hurt like hell. Then it didn’t hurt so much anymore at all, I just felt... cold. And tired, like... exhausted. And there was V, and she was... hurt. I mean, we were both banged up, but that’s not what I mean, she was... she was...”

She was.

Vik was staring at the floor.

“V... took your death hard.” He shrugged. “I’ll admit, we all did. But V... she blamed herself. She felt she’d let you down.”

“She didn’t let me down.”

“That’s not how she saw it.”

“I didn’t want to leave her there all alone. Not that I wanted to leave her at all, but especially not like that. Just... It wasn’t really my choice, you know?”

“You didn’t let her down, either.”

Jackie only realized he was leaning half off the table when Vik calmly reached over to push him right back onto it, pressing him down by his shoulder.

“Hey, at least tell me she’s alive.”

Vik’s expression softened.

“She’s alive, Jack. Last I saw her. If you want to know where she is, I don’t have that answer.”

“I gotta find her. After this.”

Jackie fidgeted.

The doctor didn’t argue.

He did, however, completely change the subject.

“I can’t honestly say you’re as healthy as you were six months ago, but you’re certainly healthier than you were two months ago when I pulled you out of the back of an armored cab.” He gave the readout a discerning stare, and asked, “How long did you spend on the street before you came here?”

“‘Bout three days, I think? ...maybe longer? I... I didn’t wanna lead them right to you, but I didn’t know where else to go.”

“My setup didn’t find any tracing bugs,” Vik assured him. “But you’re dehydrated. You need rest and you could definitely use some nutrition. Go ahead and unplug.” Jackie pulled his link cable free. Standing up as Vik shut everything down, he stretched.

Everything felt so much better.

“My recommendation is that you go upstairs, eat something and get some sleep. Tell Misty she can take the rest of the day off.”

“Sounds like my kind of prescription,” Jackie remarked.

He tagged his phone, only to find it completely blank. Which shouldn’t have been a complete surprise, but for a moment he’d forgotten.

“Ah,” he told Vik, as he was herded towards the security door. “Trouble authenticating my phone account. You got one I can borrow? I need to call my mother, let her know I’m okay.” Then he stopped. “Fuck, what am I saying? I can’t just call her up, ¡Eh, Ma, sorpresa para ti – no estoy muerto! she’ll have a fucking heart attack. I need to get down there and see her in person.”

“I’ll bring you down to see her myself. We can go tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Mañana, you’ll bring me.”

“I will.”

“¿Juras?”

“I swear.”

“And when you gonna tell me what happened with V?”

Vik sighed.

“What happened with V is that your dying was just the start, and that Relic the two of you made off with caused a whole lot more trouble down the road. I promise I will tell you everything once you’ve gotten some rest. Tomorrow – I am going to have Misty clear my schedule – I will tell you everything that happened with V, I will personally bring you home to see your mother, we can go and find a place that sells old fashioned ice cream if you’d like, my treat, but right now-....”

“Gonna hold you to that last one, Vik.”

“-...right now, I want you to take it easy for a few hours, and get some food and hydration in your system.”

Before he could step out the door, Vik tugged him backwards.

“Wait, hold on a sec.”

Jackie watched him, blankly, as he strode straight back into the space that was vaguely defined as his office, and came striding straight back out again.

“Always helps to have a little cash in your pocket at times like these.”

Vik shoved the money into his hand before Jackie realized what it was. Jackie balked, trying to hand it back.

“I can’t take this.”

“In case for any reason you need it before tomorrow,”

“Vik, I can’t take this.”

“Or in case anything else happens before then...”

“This is-...”

“Take the Goddamn money before I go up there myself and inform Misty that bedrest includes from bedroom activity.”

Jackie’s fingers closed around the bills with a subtle crunch.

Something else cracked, deep inside.

Reality setting in, maybe.

With a shuddery little breath, Jackie pulled Vik into his arms. Vik hmphed, and hugged him back, but Jackie didn’t want to let go. Didn’t feel like he could. It was everything of the past few months, pain, elation, despair, hope, sinking into his bones all at once.

He held on.

And Vik, being Vik, let him.

For as long as he needed it.

Eventually, his mind grew calm again and breathing steadied. Only then, and finally he could let go.

And when he did, Vik slapped his shoulder, and pointed to the door.

“Out.”

“Tch.”

“Tch, yourself, hermano.”

~*~

Jackie sat on the roof, mulling it all over.

Watching the sky grow pale and colorful, and the colors mix with the leftover rainwater.

Watercolor.

Taking it in, one breath at a time.

Misty appeared in the shadows. Or maybe she was there the whole time. She smiled when he noticed her, and stepped out onto the deck. Passing by the other chair with water in it, she came around to crouch beside him, folding her arms over the chair arm and resting her head on them as she stared off into the city skyline.

Jackie didn’t smile.

Oh he could have.

But he didn’t want to force it.

“So, uh... finally got hooked back into my phone account.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

“V... she left about an hour’s worth of messages. Still haven’t gotten through ‘em all.”

Misty didn’t say anything. But her gaze was drawn from the sky to him. She reached over the arm of the chair for his hand where it rested in his lap, and gently squeezed his fingers.

“She’s out there somewhere, all alone....”

V had never been any good at all alone.

“I gotta find her, Misty.”

“I know.”

At that, Jackie did smile.

He bopped her third eye with his thumb.

“Yeah, you always know.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #misty olszewski #viktor vektor #fanfiction #<3

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knightofameris · 5 years ago

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jar of stars - peter parker (p. i)

Setting: After homecoming, but during the sophomore year of high school Gender: Neutral Contains: Kinda fluff, mentions of a parent passing away, cursing Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: (Y/n) has a thing for paper stars. They also have a thing for Peter Parker but then an itsy bitsy spider comes ‘round and practically plays matchmaker.

a/n: Just a random idea. Also kinda has a lot of those cliches but we love the cliches lbr. Also, I highkey suck at writing romance but I’m getting back into the hang of it. If you’re more of a platonic type person, you can expect LOTS of platonic readers in the future c:

Finally finished this series after 3 months (even though it’s only 3 parts) I just didn’t want to post anything until the series was done. c:

[repost from old account]

Let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes or if I accidentally say ‘she/he’ instead of the gender neutral ‘they’.

here! || p. ii || p. iii

Enjoy!

❝ if the stars fell out of the sky one day they’ll only make more hoping that they’ll appear once again ❞

Your fingers danced around each other as the strip of paper you held started to fold into the shape of a pentagon. Your ears drowned out the voice of your physics teacher as you focused on puffing the pentagon into a star. It was one of the simpler origamis and barely required work. Though your nails would occasionally hurt from puffing it, or the sides of your fingers would start to get a bit dry but nothing that lotion couldn’t fix.

You dropped the finished star into a box that practically had thousands (that’s an exaggeration but it’s a lot) of other stars; shades of blue, purple, red, green, and patterned ones. There were an array of stars held in that seemingly small box that’d you’d only have to sort by color and shade into the countless jars you had at home.

You glanced up at the board seeing new notes to be taken down and you picked up a pencil to quickly jot it down. Little did you know, a few seats behind you Peter Parker was watching you as your fingers carefully reached for another strip of paper and began to nimbly move to create another star. He was wiggling his pencil back and forth between his fingers, a habit created out of boredom, wondering why did you pick up this time of the school year to make stars.

But then you were jolted out of your focus when your teacher promptly called you by your last name. All eyes were on you.

“You want to pass the AP exam, right?” Mrs. Warren asked you, clasping her hands together.

You smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then either you figure out a way to focus while making those stars of yours-” cue Flash snickering (and Peter glaring at Flash) “-or you put them away and focus on my lecture.”

With an apology, you quickly shoved the stars and strips of paper into a box and then your backpack. Your eyes rested on the teacher in front of you for the rest of the class period.

You sat out on the stairs fire escape. It was one of the chillier nights but you had your Midtown sweatshirt on with one of your pajama bottoms. The evening sky had hues of yellow that turned into orange into pink and then purple which all began to morph into the dark night sky. Of course, the New York skyline that decorated the sky made it seem like it was out of the movies. And with how the wispy clouds were sprinkled here and there, it was a sight to behold. But even so, it won’t be soon until the night sky would appear, vacant of stars.

Peter sat perched on one of the buildings of Queens, his legs swinging about as he people-watched. It was one of the quieter nights. Not much crime was being done, thankfully, and he finished his homework so he was just out relaxing a bit. He enjoyed watching the sunset alongside the people below him, even if it was a way to push down the stress of AP exams.

It didn’t take him long when he noticed a certain somebody sitting in their fire escape. He always saw you there and always wanted to say something as Spider-Man but never had the courage.

“You should talk to them,” Karen suggested in his mask. His eyes widened.

“What?” He stammered. “No! No way, I can’t do that to my friend. My voice is pretty distinct, I’d-I’d have to cover it up if I wanted to or..” He began to ramble with all the reasons why he couldn’t talk to you.

“I can disguise your voice, Peter,” Karen cut him off. “You should know that, are you sure you don’t need to go through go through the refresh-”

“No! No I’m good. But,” Peter trailed off, looking at you from the distance. He was still able to see that you were putting stars in a jar. He never knew what they were for. “Yeah, can you disguise my voice?” And in an instant he began to swing over towards you. He was surprised that you didn’t see him but then again, you were always so focused on your stars. So when he landed above you, quietly of course, and greeted you he didn’t expect you to be calm.

“Holy shit!” Your hands fumbled around with the star you held but you dropped it, only for it to fall down into the streets. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, adrenaline slightly pumping through your veins in a fight-or-flight sense.

“Oh,” Peter chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was slightly altered by a sound in his mask. Probably to disguise his voice.

“It’s fine,” you breathed out, looking down at the fallen star in the streets. “I just didn’t expect the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to come out of nowhere.” You laughed a bit before reaching into one of the boxes you had, grabbing a handful of dark purple stars. The panic you felt seconds earlier had quickly dissipated.

“Well, I saw you out here,” Peter sat down next to you and grunted a bit as he adjusted, “and I wanted to, you know, say hi.” You nodded your head.

“Yeah but, don’t you have-uh-I don’t know, hero business?” You poured the stars into a mason jar that was already filled with the colors of the evening sky.

“Eh, it’s a quiet night. Plus I’ll be notified if something goes down,” Peter replied. You nodded in response.

“And your voice?” You asked, looking into the eyes of his mask. Which only caused Peter to slightly blushed as the light from the sunset reflected in your (e/c) eyes. Thank God for his mask.

Peter tilted his head in confusion.

“I mean, it’s obviously slightly… different.”

“Oh!” Peter exclaimed. “Well, just in case I see you in the street as my civilian-self. You know, secret identity and all.”

“That’s pretty cool, smart actually.” You nodded your head with a slight smile, impressed at him. He then asked for your name and you gave it to him with a grin. The two of you guys began to talk for awhile, even after the sun set and the night sky had few scattered stars. Exchanging stories, laughs, anything you guys could think of. Of course, Peter was careful about what he told you to not give away his identity.

“You know, you remind me of my friend,” You mentioned after you finished laughing at one of his stories.

Peter quirked his eyebrow, and hoped to God that he didn’t give his identity away. “Oh? How?”

“I mean,” you held up a finger, starting to count, “you both like Star-Wars, you’re both extremely awkward at times, and have a thing for Tony Stark.” Peter’s heart began to beat faster. “I think you’d get along with them well; Ned and Peter.” You continued folding a few more stars as you talked.

“That’d be cool, you should introduce me to them,” Peter said out of slight relief. You hadn’t brought up anything that hinted you knew. But the frown that was etched on your face caused him to be slightly concerned.

“Yeah, well I wish,” You said, downstrucken. “Peter’s always off doing something for his Stark internship, I barely see him as much anymore. Just at school and our very occasional hang outs with Ned and MJ.” To see your downcasted face, it broke Peter’s heart. But then you laughed. “Though, Ned would freak out if he met you, so I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Huh, maybe not then,” Peter laughed. The two of you sat in silence for a while, just watching the cars in the distance. Well, you were focused on filling up the mason jar in front of you.

You were surprised at how well you were holding a conversation with the Spider-Man. But it seemed as if he was a teenager who was just as awkward as you. Plus, everything just seemed so natural between the two of you.

Peter watched you grab a bottle and spray it in the jar. Whiffs of lavender invaded his senses but it soon went away as you closed the jar. That probably explained why you constantly had the scent of lavender following you around.

“So what’s up with the stars?” Peter inquired, something he wondered but never asked as Peter. He was in awe at how the jar you held had the same exact colors of the sky a few hours earlier when they first started talking, but more so because of how you’re able to make so many.

“Oh, uh,” You looked down sheepishly. “It’s kinda silly.”

“Nah!” Peter exclaimed. You looked up at him in curiosity. “I’m sure it’s not, I mean have you seen my first costume? Man, kinda cringey now that I think about it.”

You laughed out, “Mood, big mood.” Peter laughed at your response as well. He couldn’t help but adore your smile as well. And the way that your eyes crinkled in the corners? Not that he’d ever tell you.

“Well,” you began to explain, reminiscing about your childhood. “It started out when I was younger.”

***

Your twinkling eyes looked up into the night sky through your window. The new city you moved into was exciting. You were too young to be in school, so it didn’t upset you to move. It just made you excited for new adventures.

But the night sky here was different than your hometown. There were barely any stars, there were no constellations. Your small mouth frowned and as your mother tucked you into bed, she asked you what was wrong. You shuffled your arm out and pointed out the window.

“Where are the stars?” You asked. Your mother took a moment to think as she tried to admire the empty night sky. You expected her to respond but instead she got up from your bed and went to your desk, which was messy with arts and crafts. Your mom picked up a pair of scissors and a piece of (f/c) paper, knowing it was your favorite color. You watched her with wonder and when she came back with a single thin strip of paper, your face was furrowed with confusion. Her fingers, however, held the strip of paper in place in front of you.

“Do you want to hear a story?” Your mother asked. “About the stars?” With a nod she continued. “On the Island of Japan, there was this little girl who adored the stars in the night sky. Each night she would set off to watch the stars but then there was a night when they started to fall out of the sky. And each night they continued to fall until there were none left in the sky. So the young girl had an idea that if she created enough stars-” her fingers began to nimbly move as she created a paper star “-and put them in a jar, she could hold the fallen stars inside of it. But she couldn’t make enough so she got her friends to help her and soon enough the stars appeared in the night sky once more.” She held out her hand and in the palm of it was a paper star. You couldn’t even comprehend how she made a star but you were beaming and looked up at her.

“I don’t need my friends’ help!” You exclaimed. “I’ll make all the stars by myself! Can I try mom?” She only laughed as she rose up from the bed once more. Your mom grabbed a clear jar off your desk that was filled with pencils and put it in another. Dropping the star in the now-empty jar and setting it next to your bed on the nightstand, she kissed your forehead.

“Of course sweetie, but in the morning, that way you can see a few more stars tomorrow night.” You smiled happily, staring at the single star in the jar. If all the stars fell out of the sky one day, you’d only make more, hoping that they’ll appear once again.

***

You smiled fondly at the memory as you gripped the jar tighter. Peter noticed that it was not the same smile that made the corner of your eyes crinkle. Rather, the corner of your eyes began to gather with tears and you quickly swept them away as you reminisce the times you could no longer have with your mother. Peter wanted to comfort you, hold you tight to tell you he was there for you, but he wasn’t Peter. He was Spider-man.

“Yeah so,” you broke the silence, thankful Spider-Man didn’t say anything as you recollected yourself, “when I was younger I thought I could make enough stars for them to appear in the sky. Course, I was disappointed early on. But since then, I’ve just made a bunch of stars for a while. It helps me relax in times of stress, and with AP season beginning soon, this helps. Otherwise, I just make them to give to friends and family or just ‘cause.”

Peter parted his mouth about to respond but then Karen told him of a robbery happening a few blocks down. The sounds of sirens filled the two teenager’s ears, causing both to look in the direction they were coming from.

“Ah, that’s my cue,” Peter said. You could’ve sworn that his voice was laced with disappointment, but it was probably in your imagination. After all, why would Spider-Man want to talk to you?

The masked hero started to stand up from where he was sitting. “Those stars of yours are pretty cool. And that story of yours is cute too. I hope we can still talk sometime in the future, maybe?” You were taken aback by his words.

“You still want to talk to me?” You sputtered.

“Well, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’d be really cool to get to know you.” You knew he was smiling under the mask, or at least you hope he was (Peter was grinning). You were smiling with him as well.

“Then sure, yeah,” you breathed out in awe. You glanced at the police cars that drove past the intersection in front of you. “You should probably go.”

“Oh, yeah, I should.” He started walking towards the edge of the fire escape.

“Hey Spidey?” You called out. Peter turned his head to face you.

“Yeah?”

“Be safe.”

“Thanks,” He replied with a smile. It wasn’t often that Peter was told to be safe (except from Tony, May, and Ned but that was as Peter). It made his heart burst to know that you were always so caring.

He jumped off the escape and went off swinging. You watched him disappear as he swung around a corner in the same direction as the police cars. Getting up from your spot, you grabbed the boxes of stars and the finished star jar in your arms. Then you climbed in through the window and set everything down on your desk before grabbing a specific jar off your personal set. The jar held the black Spider-Man symbol in the middle with a red circle and then specks of red in a sea of blue for the rest of the jar.

You let out a heavy sigh and then stared the spot you were sitting at moments earlier.

Did Spider-Man really just talk to you?

#peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x neutral!reader #avengers x reader #marvel imagine #peter parker imagine #gender neutral #jar of stars series #a.writes

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clairecrive · 5 years ago

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"Insecurities" - Alfie Solomons x reader (Part 2)

This probably is one of the longest images I've ever written. It's one hell of a ride so buckle up and let me know what you think!!

Warnings: some angst but mostly fluff! oh and it is long af.

There were different adjectives that could describe Alfie Solomons. Everyone agreed that he was ruthless, some could say that he's two-faced, full of nonsense and keen to angry outbursts. And of course, for a man who wants to become top dog in the criminal world, he ought to be selfish and claim what he wants without caring about anything but his personal gain.

Of course, you knew that, Alfie was always very open about the kind of person he was. Or the kind of person he wanted to be perceived as anyway. You knew better. You knew that all those adjectives that people throw in Alfie's way were a direct consequence of his line of work. Not necessarily they were coherent to his personality.

Spending time with him made you a direct witness of his truest and genuine self. Alfie could be cold-blooded but he was not cold-hearted. He actually wasn't new to act of generosity both towards people he loved, who weren't a lot granted, and people in need.

He wasn't two-faced, he was strategic. He had been in the war so he wasn't afraid to choose the thing the best suited his needs, not afraid of crossing people in the process. He always told you, whenever you worried about his life and safety, that he wasn't afraid of death, having already seen so much of the dark lady's deed. He also liked to call himself selfish, in particular when it comes to you.

You didn't agree with him at all on this and always argued that wanting to spend all of your time with someone and showering them with your love wasn't selfish. It was just what people in love do.

Your words echoed in Alfie's mind while he was struggling with himself not sure of what to do. He was unconsciously proving your point, that he wasn't selfish otherwise he wouldn't have cared about the ways in which he was supposedly holding you back.

Fortunately, he didn't have to make any choice seeing as when you make your way out of the crowd toward your table you spot his bulky figure near the bar. Of course with the loud music playing he couldn't hear a thing but by the way your lips parted in a smile full of joy he guessed you had let out one of yours happy noises that he'd always secretly adored.

Since the moment your eyes met, neither of you dared to look away. He watches as you mutter someone to one of your friends before you quickly approach him.

"Alfie my love!" you couldn't help but exclaim enthusiastically about his presence. You throw yourself at him, clutching your arms around his neck, restraining from putting your legs around his waist too knowing that you were in a public place after all.

" 'ello sweetie." his voice softly hits your ear despite the noise. Shamelessly taking in his smell you actually sigh when his arms hold you in a tight embrace, lifting you from the ground for a few moments.

"I can't believe you're here. You've no idea how much I've missed you." you softly confess still in his arms, not ready to let him go yet.

"Oh I know love, 'cause I've missed ya just as much."

His sweet words never fail to make you smile and give you butterflies in your stomach. Guggling you finally remove your head that was nestled where his shoulder and neck met. The blue of his eyes made you shiver just like the first time you saw them and if it wasn't for his hold on you, you were positive that you'd have stumbled.

"How are you baby? You look tired, haven't you been sleeping at all?" you scold him knowing very well that he had been closing his eyes for a maximum of 15 minutes and called that sleeping.

"Eh love, I've been busy you know? No rest for the wicked right?" he joked trying to get away with his unhealthy lifestyle.

"Of course." you chuckled choosing to indulge him. Gently resting your hand on the side of his face, you softly scratch his beard in the way you know it relaxes him. Unable to restrain yourself anymore, you kiss him. Nothing too indecent, you didn't allow yourself to deepen it knowing very well that things couldn't go any further than this. He must have felt all the longing and the desire you felt because when you pulled away he moaned and didn't open his eyes right away.

"I really appreciate you coming here just to see me, Alfie, I really do. But you clearly need some sleep and a comfy bed so I'm not going to hold you here," you admitted, a bittersweet taste already filling you knowing that even though he was here in your arms it could be weeks before you see him again. But he came, just because you asked and that was all that you could ask.

"My bed's not comfy without ya," he smirks looking into your eyes.

"I would really like to remedy to this problem you've presented me, sir, however I do not enjoy waking up to an empty bed after a steamy night. Kinda feels like I'm a prostitute of sorts." you joke while expressing something that you were holding back for a while.

Usually very busy, Alfie would leave very early in the morning when you were sound asleep. You would wake up to a sweet note left on his pillow but it didn't quite make up for his absence and the coldness of his side of the bed. It was better if you went to bed on your own other than waking up alone.

You always wondered if Alfie had caught up on why you refused to sleep together after a while but the groan he makes after hearing your words tells you that he, in fact, had no clue.

"The fuck are ya talking about love eh? If it was fo' me right? I would never leave ya asleep."

"I know Alfie. I know you're really busy and you do it because you have to work, I was not implying that you wanted to. I'm just saying." you then explain seeing as he had taken it personally. It seemed as if your words struck a chord because the look in his eyes became more serious and his arms loosened around your waist.

" You deserve more than this half relationship that I'm giving ya." he admits leaving you speechless. What was this coming from?

"What? Alfie no, I was not complaining alright? You have been very clear to me about what you could give me and I said yes, remember? I knew what I was getting into because I love you and it doesn't matter to me if I can't only see how much I'd want to." you plead him with your eyes to listen to you.

He won't meet your eyes though and you knew that he was probably sabotaging himself. So you took matters into your hands and gripping his hand in yours you lead him outside of the bar, seeking the quiet that this conversation required.

"Alfie, look at me." you urged him when you were finally outside standing in front of each other. When he did look at you, you continued.

"This situation isn't ideal, I know it. But it doesn't come from your neglect, you do spend every little bit of your free time with me. Look at you, standing here in front of me half asleep just because I've asked you to. And you're telling me that I deserve better?"

"Yeah well, what if me doing my best to see ya is still not enough?" he insists

"For whom Alfie,mh? I'm standing here telling you that you're all that I want and that I wouldn't choose anyone else even though I can't be with you every day and you're still trying to convince me to see that you're not worth my time." clearly frustrated with his stubbornness you can't help but point out to him his ungrounded doubts.

"Are you trying to convince me to break up with you so that you don't have to? Is this what you're doing?" a realization than hit you and you voiced it hoping, praying that it wasn't true. That he hadn't grown tired of you and trying to push you away.

"I'm just saying that you should be with someone who's able to give you everything you want, s'all." he mumbles looking down at his feet

"Do you still want to be with me, Alfie?" Fed up with all of this bullshit you cut straight to the point. He sighs and meeting your eyes he couldn't help but tell you the truth.

"Of course I want y/n. Yer the love of me fucking life," he confesses and that was all that you needed to know. Nothing else mattered.

"Than Alfie, that's all that matters. As long as we both want this then we can make it work. I love you, Alfie. You hear me? You're the only one for me and you always will be." you softly pour out your heart to him taking his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers.

You hold your joined hands over your heart," this is yours", and then on the side of your forehead, "as is this. I'm yours Alfie, body and soul." You deliver the last blow and you knew that you had shushed every doubt he had when he first entered the bar.

"Oh come 'ere you cheesy angel." he simply said before kissing you with the passion of a man who was starving and your lips were his salvation.

He chose to believe you even though deep in his heart he knew you did deserve better than him. But maybe he was selfish after all because no matter what he knew he'd die before letting you go.

#alfie solomons one shot #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons imagines #alfie solomons #angst #fluff #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy #alfie solomons x you #insecurities part 2

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raquel-and-sergio · 5 years ago

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Different than last time

Requested by @perriewinklenerdie

My short mostly fluffy version of one of the band’s first breakfasts in the monastery together😄

A bright ray illuminated the room as Sergio pushed the windows opened. He turned around and smiled as Raquel curled up and shut her eyes tighter. Lying down back next to her, he gently patted her head.

“Hey there sleepyhead, time to wake up.” She pulled their blanket above her head and snuggled against his chest, blatantly ignoring him. The contact of her warm body sent shivers down his spine.

“Come on now we can’t be late on our first day” he breathed, passing his fingers through her caramel hair. He felt some resistance as he was about the move his hand away, and begun working on straightening out the knot as well as he could.

Raquel exhaled in comfort before muttering:

“You’re the teacher can’t you arrange something?” He chuckled and passed his arm around her waist, giving up on the hair. It was definitely much easier to play with after she had brushed it.

“Especially because I am the teacher” he mumbled and kissed her forehead “we cannot be late.”

“In my defense” she teased, her head beginning to peek from under the covers “it is kinda your fault that I’m so tired this morning.

“Maybe” he laughed, “but you didn’t really seem to mind if I recall correctly.”

“Indeed I did not”. Slipping her fingers through this dark curls she tugged gently and turned his head towards her to kiss him. He reciprocated the kiss, sliding his hand under the covers to enlace her waist. She lowered her guard and let him take control, enjoy the perfect confort she felt.

She was exactly where she wanted to be and never ever wanted to move again.

Sergio took advantage of the situation to kick the blanket off her.

“Up now, come on!”

“Oh come on you’re just the worst!” She pushed him away when he leaned in for another kiss. Her fingers curled up against the mattress as she pushed herself off the bed. Her vision still blurry, she moved her feet around till she found her socks and slipped them on without opening her eyes.

“There you go that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“You’re insufferable” he laughed at the face she made.

“I’ll meet you downstairs all right? We’re having breakfast in the hall”

“All right let me just get dressed and I’ll join you”

“Miss you already!”

“You’re literally at the doorstep” he chuckled headed downstairs, a dumbfounded smile on his lips.

His steps resonated in the mostly silent hallways, save for the religious chants that could be heard in the background if one payed an attentive ear. As he approached the hall, he felt the urge to start fidgeting with his glasses. A feeling of uneasiness had begun creeping through the back of his mind, growing heavier with every step. He worried about the band’s response to Raquel. How are they going to accept her? They had already met her briefly, in Palawan and then on their way to Italy, but spending weeks locked up in the same monastery was an other thing entirely.

Raquel didn’t seem to worry about it too much, and when he asked her why she answered that he was worrying enough for two people. He smiled at the memory and pushed the door to the hall.

“Professor! Looking cheerful today!” Nairobi’s voice greeted him at the entrance. He replied to her with an awkward smile and looked around the room. Most of the band seemed to be there, already seated and ravenously attacking their breakfast. He couldn’t spot Tokyo though, neither could he see Marseille. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was barely eight twenty five.

“Well what can I say, I’m surprised most of you are here so early. Especially you Denver, if I recall correctly we had to drag you out of bed so that you wouldn’t miss the heist.” He commented in an almost cheerful manner. His heart thumped happily when he saw everyone assembled for the first time in the monastery. It had taken some time to get everyone here without stirring too unwanted much attention to the place, and consequently the band had yet to get well acquainted with each other.

“Eh Professor, Cincinnati is having none of that. He has me up and running since six thirty!”

Monica giggled next to him as they exchange a knowing look. Slipping his hand behind her back, pulled her a bit tighter toward himself.

As Sergio joined them around the table, a familiar atmosphere overtook them all. Sitting like this, eating, planning was the origin of so many good memories, the core of so many glorious meetings. The Professor looked around the table and smiled, with a look of almost pride on his face.

The monastery’s old doors were quite creaky, and so as Raquel pushed them open to enter the room, she felt all looks turn on her. She smiles, ignores them and walks towards where Sergio is sitting.

“Good morning”, she says, as she let herself on the chair he kept for her. Sharing a complice smile, the pair took a deep breath and, under the table, enlaced their fingers.

A vague grumbling of good mornings come out of everyone’s lips,before returning to their respective conversations. Raquel exhaled again, glad that the first moment of awkwardness was quickly overcome.

“How on earth is everybody already here!” Boomed Tokyo’s voice as she entered the room, closely followed by Marseille. “Did the Professor change the hours or something?”

“I’m as surprised as you are.” He answered, his lips tugging into a smile “When I came down this morning, they were all already seated”.

“Well, some things are definitely different than the previous heist” Her colleagues thoughtfully nodded in agreement at Tokyo’s playful jest. She settled down on the table, on a chair facing Palermo’s and begun filling her plate.

Conversation spurred between the old friends, and introductions were quickly gotten over with. The sound of cutlery clicking against the plates resonating amongst the conversations gave the meal a more lively atmosphere.

“Going from police inspector to housewife must have been quite the change” loudly said Palermo as he saw Raquel pouring some water in Sergio’s cup “but hopefully that means The Professor will loosen up a bit” A provocative smile on his lips, the man leaned back and expectantly awaited the other’s reaction.

He didn’t have to wait long as all the women around the table loudly groaned.

“What you disagree?” He said to Nairobi who’s eye roll could be seen from across the table.

“I don’t know you very well, I don’t know the woman very well, but if you’re planning on being an asshole we’re not going to have a lot of fun you and I.” Her tone was playful, yet a threatening flicker shone through her eye.

“Ah, a feminist then.” Was Palermo’s only reply. That served well to rile up the rest of the table, who all begun to give their opinion on the matter. Loud voices begun filling the air and creative curse words soon followed. The Professor could have sworn seing Palermo wink at him before engaging his first, and definitely not last, heated speech about his opinion on women.

Sergio shifted awkwardly in his chair, not knowing wether or not to intervene. On one hand he was glad to see the team starting to communicate, but on the other he didn’t need them at each other’s guts just yet. Before he could plan his actions any further, Denver’s loud laughter reached his ears as he said:

“Aren’t you gonna defend your girl professor?” Sergio turned around to see Raquel’s amused face. She didn’t seem too phased by the whole ordeal, and yet a primal part of him suddenly felt the need to defend his girl. He smiled at her tentatively, and she smiled back, almost saying go for it, I wanna see how this goes.

“I dont know Denver by the looks of it,” interrupts Nairobi before either of them can speak “she doesn’t look like she’d need him to defend her.”

Sergio laughed and fiddled with his glasses “Let’s be honest now” he said, and paused for a few moments, “you’re absolutely right.” Laughter erupted around the table as Sergio and Raquel shared another look.

“Aw look at that Daddy found a new mommy!” said Tokyo, which spurred the general laughter once again. The Professor could feel his cheeks becomes slightly redder and attempted to cover his discomfort by looking at the few notes he had brought on the table.

“I wonder who’s on top?” Dared Palermo, never missing on an occasion to tease who he almost regarded as a younger brother.

“I for one believe the Professor’s authority stops at the classrooms doorstep” said Tokyo, causing Denver’s characteristic laugh to fill the air. Most of the looks on the table were turned towards the couple. Sergio continued ignoring them as well as he could, but their expecting looks were mainly focused on Raquel.

“Well it depends on our mood really,”she answered, realizing that they weren’t going to stop till they got a reaction from her, “on how the day went you know? But most of the times, Tokyo’s guess is pretty accurate.” Booming laughter erupted around the table as the former Inspectora openly discussed her sex life, without a hint of embarrassment.

Looking up, The Professor could see Tokyo’s delight as her eyes lit up with curiosity. He knew that neither woman was going to back away from this conversation, even if that meant having every little dirty detail of his sex life exposed. Not in the mood for such a display, he attempted intervene.

‘Why, oh god why are we talking about this?’ He pleaded. Raquel lips tugged upwards as she chuckled, and Tokyo looked ready to challenge the Professor a bit further just to see how it goes. Noticing the look of her face, Sergio quickly turned away and silently pleaded Palermo.

“Alright alright settle down anything more and The Professor’s face is gonna become redder than my shirt” said the latter “Why so much interest in the Professor’s sex life anyway? I’m sure we can find more interesting ones. You , the tall one next to the feminist, maybe wanna share?”

The conversation soon shifted to other topics, and Sergio let out a relieved sight .

“This could have went a lot worse.” He whispered to her ear. She smiled.

“It went great, don’t worry about that. But, you know” a mischievous grin flew over her lips, “ that did remind me that it’s been a while since you’ve been in top... We should totally do it more often”. Sergio head snapped around to look at her, and did not miss that glow in her eyes.

“That is not exactly the most appropriate time to talk about that.” he growled in her ear, trying not to think about the spark of excitement running down his spine.

“Then I’ll guess you’ll have to teach me better, Professor.” she teased, as she shifted back to sit properly on her chair and proceeded to enjoy her breakfast, feeling his grip tighten on her hand.

I hope you enjoyed! Don’t forget to like if you did or leave a comment to tell me what you thought!❤️

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stevesharrlngtons · 5 years ago

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28 with Steve? :) 💛💛

you’re still mad.

(thank you to the amazing @harringtonhq for helping me when i was stuck! (: )

you love him. you love him. you love him.

you chant to try and cool your boiling nerves. you love steve harrington, you really do, but sometimes he could be so stupid, you wanted to scream (and often did).

so much about him was endearing, there was so much about him to love. he had a kind heart, a great capacity for love, always wanted the best for others, was eager to learn, had a wonderful sense of humor, the list when on. but, everyone has their flaws, and steve was definitely was not exempt.

he was stubborn, vain at times. he gave horrible advice and could often be too proud for his own good.

somehow along the way of dating steve, you had been roped in to hanging out with a group of thirteen year olds. at first, you would just sit quietly next to steve as he talked to them, praying for it to be over soon. you weren’t necessarily jumping up and down to hang out with children in your limited free time. though as time went on, and you got to know each kid better, you started to like the time spent with them. you now enjoyed all the kids that your boyfriend was friends with, which can still be an uncomfortable sentence to say. you generally got along with all of them, but with max and el, you were bonded to them in a much deeper way. they were floundering for any positive female energy by the time you showed up, and you happily took them under your wing.

so, when steve was off with the boys, you migrated towards the girls. you enjoyed them deeply as friends, but you also enjoyed feeling looked up too. you relished in your new role as the cool older girl in their eyes. you loved that they trusted you, that they would come to you with questions and concerns about the world, and would take your advice seriously.

you had developed a strong protective instinct with the girls over the past year, and that was why you had sped over to max’s house as soon as you received a hysterical call from el. when you arrived you fled your car and went to knock loudly on the hargrove’s door. to your dismay, billy answered it with a smarmy grin.

“finally ready to give in to what we both want, (y/l/n)?” he leaned his bare shoulder against the doorframe.

“ugh, in your dreams, hargrove.” you gagged, and pushed past him into the house.

“every night princess! lemme know when you’re gonna allow me to make all yours come true!” he called after you.

you rolled your eyes, and thankfully got to max’s bedroom before he could say anything else.

“your brother is so gross.” you scowled as you entered.

“i know.” and your head snapped up to where max and el were sitting on her duvet.

max’s face was flushed pink, her eyes were glossy and her cheeks painted with tears. el had a comforting arm around her.

you went into immediate lioness mode, “what happened? who hurt you?”

you rushed forward and pried max from el and into your arms.

“lucas.” el stated simply.

“my god, what did he do? i’ll kill him!” you pythoned the redhead closer.

“he was being so rude. so rude and just ignoring everything i said. and, and he was just so…”

“rude.” el chimed in.

“yes! god!” max wailed into your t-shirt.

“what exactly happened, honey?” you murmured, stroking her hair calmly.

“I was just trying to talk to him, to have a conversation! but nothing, and i really needed to talk to him about all this stuff with neil and my mom and i got nothing. when i pointed out that he was being an ass he told me to stop being so crazy.”

“he what?” you gasped, still trying to console her.

“yeah, so then i told him that he was a dick and that we were over.”

“again.” el said, mostly in observation. she wasn’t wrong, lucas and max broke up all the time.

“i just can’t believe him!” max sobbed.

“it’s like he just didn’t care.”

and then it clicked.

didn’t care.

“son of a bitch!” your tone had changed so drastically from sweet and reassuring to anger and frustration, it caused both girls to jump.

“what, what is it?” max pulled away to look up at you.

“do you know where he is now?”

“at the mall. he, dustin and mike are gonna sneak into stupid top gun again.” max wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“perfect, let’s go. get your shit.” you released max and started towards the door.

“what are you gonna do?” el asked, scrambling off the bed with max as they searched for their shoes and jackets.

“i’m gonna rip my boyfriend a new one for giving that dumbass advice to her boyfriend.”

“wait steve told him to do that?” max questioned as she followed you.

you lead the girls to your car, and whipped out the hargrove driveway and toward the mall, grinding your teeth. chanting away in your head to remind yourself to not follow max’s lead when you saw steve.

meanwhile, el and max were beside themselves with excitement. they loved you for so many reasons. you were smart, intelligent, compassionate and always ready and willing to stand up for yourself and others. you were a badass. a badass who lent them your copy of the feminine mystique and preached the gospel of angela davis. they just thought you were cool.

when you all arrived at starcount, you were a woman on a mission. you knew that you were probably overreacting, but if you let your boyfriend continue to think for one more minute that ignoring women and what they have to say will someone get them to desire you more, you’d be failing yourself.

so, you with your two little ducklings in tow marched toward scoops ahoy, where luckily, dustin and lucas already were waiting. no doubt your boyfriend was nearby.

“hey, tweedle dee and tweedle dumbass, where’s the ring leader?” you jeered when you entered scoops.

“oh, so you’re still mad…” lucas spoke first, glancing back to max whose face soured.

he knew that if you were showing up this mad looking for steve, there was no doubt max tattled to you.

before you could respond, the man himself stepped out from the backroom.

“hey baby, wasn’t expecting you.” steve smiled affectionately at you, not processing your anger.

“you!” you moved and pointed an accusatory finger toward him.

“me?”

“yes, you! god, dammit steve! what exactly did you tell lucas?”

you watched steve go through a facial journey. of being confused by your anger, to looking at max looming behind you, to lucas, back to max then back to you, and finally understanding.

“nothing. i said nothing.” he shook his head.

“nothing? huh, really? so, you didn’t give any advice that might simmer down to being a dickbag to a girl to make her like you more?” you hissed.

“he actually said-”

“lucas! shut up!”

“too late, he just sold you out, harrington. now, what did you say?”

steve looked to both boys for support, but they averted their gazes.

“i didn’t say anything! why would i say anything like that? he clearly thought of that himself.”

“excuse me?” lucas chimed in.

“wanna play dirty? fine, let’s do this,” lucas turned to you, “steve told me and i quote, “you gotta act like you could take it or leave it. that if you didn’t talk to her today it wouldn’t matter.” end quote.”

your eyes widened and you turned back to your boyfriend for now, “are you crazy! who gives advice like that? to a child no less?”

“hey, i’m fourteen!”

“eh, eh, eh, i don’t care.” you said impatiently back at lucas.

“i just… look, ok, it works! how do you think i got you? who is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, by the way. have i mentioned that lately?” steve batted his eyes at you.

“how you got me? seriously? i only started liking you after you cut out all that pompous dick behavior! but y’know that? maybe i acted to soon, maybe i was wrong.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“(y/n/n), come on, ok, listen! it’s just standard advice, my dad gave it to me and i’m sure his did to him. i’m only passing on the legacy.” steve tried to explain.

“the first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn, gloria steinem.” max chimed in, causing everyone to look back to her.

“see! that!” you gestured to her.

“baby-”

“do not baby me, steve harrington.”

“sweetheart-”

“you don’t actually believe that works, do you?”

steve made an unsure sound, and racked a hand through his hair.

“i cannot believe you! if you ever give that advice to anyone again, impressionable child or not- i swear on my life i will lose my mind.” you clenched your fists.

“this isn’t you losing your mind?” lucas asked.

“not the time, not the time. abort, abort.” dustin said under his breath to his friend.

lucas immediately clammed up and looked away from you.

“forget about coming over tonight, harrington.” you sneeded, and turned on your heel to leave.

max and el looked between each other with huge grins, then followed after you, rife with giggles and praise.

“oh man, you’re so fucked.” dustin chuckled with a shake of his head.

“nah, nah. this is fine, this is cool. it’s all good. it’ll be fine.” steve muttered, placing his hands on his hips as he watched your figure become smaller in the distance.

“go after her.” dustin advised.

“what? no, we’re…”

“go after her.” he reiterated, and steve was already fleeing his post behind the counter to run after you.

“baby, i’m sorry! i’m an idiot, what’s new? i love you!” both boys watched steve catch up with you and start to apologize. he placed on hand on your cheek, and seemed to pouring on the amends thick.

“he was kinda right?” lucas mused.

“excuse me?” dustin asked aghast.

“i mean she just left like she could care less and steve was tripping over himself to follow her.” he shrugged.

“if you let (y/n) hear you say that, i won’t stop her from kicking your ass.” dustin snorted.

“she couldn’t-” dustin gave lucas a pointed looked, “ok fine, yeah she could.”

feedback is greatly appreciated pls & thnk u!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fanfiction

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ptw30 · 5 years ago

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Hunk tries to teach Shiro how to cook, Shiro owes Hunk Cooking equipment.

Sorry this took so long. I originally planned to have this up for Shiro’s birthday but…life. :) Thanks for prompting!

Fic: Cupcakes and Camaraderie

Relationships: Hunk & Shiro, past Shiro/Adam

Author’s Notes: Shiro is still the Black Paladin here…cuz.

Shiro flipped on the light in the mess hall kitchen and cracked his knuckles. Making a few cupcakes shouldn’t be too hard, right? With some whipped cream and what did Adam always put on top? Graham cracker crumbles?

Whatever it was, Shiro was positive he could figure out, and since Iverson was off grounds for a few days to oversee the launch proceedings, Shiro could take all the time he wanted in the Galaxy Garrison mess.

Finding the pans proved more difficult than he thought, and did he really need to use the mixer? Maybe he could conscript the blender. Just what was the difference between a tablespoon and teaspoon? Did anyone really know?

Okay, on his tablet, he found a recipe for “easy red velvet cupcakes with vanilla icing.” Easy. It was in the title. He could totally do this.

Less than ten minutes later, Shiro found himself wiping off an egg, flour, and water mixture from his nose. Maybe he couldn’t do this. He was seventy-five percent sure the batter shouldn’t be gray-green.

“What!” a new voice screeched, causing Shiro to whirl toward the doorway. “You-You did not just destroy my kitchen!”

Shiro paused from demanding, your kitchen, but it wasn’t like Shiro knew the garrison chefs well. Then again, Shiro didn’t remember ever seeing this cadet or officer before. Dark hair, an orange wrap, and a yellow-accented Galaxy Garrison uniform – what rank did that dictate? – he seemed out of sorts, standing in the doorway, glaring Shiro down.

Shiro dropped his tablespoon – or was it a teaspoon – on instinct and raised both hands. “Look, I didn’t think anyone would notice. I was just trying to – ”

“ – paint every single surface of this place in batter, if you can even call it that!” The man stalked forward, keen eyes glaring down at the green concoction as if it personally offended him. Then he looked up at Shiro – and froze. “S-Shiro?”

“Uh…yes?” He didn’t think he’d met this person before, but ever since the Kerberos mission announcement, so many people knew his name. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember…have we met?”

“…not yet, I don’t think.” The man straightened his shoulders and rubbed the back of his hair. “I…guess that wormhole wasn’t as harmless as we thought.”

“Wormhole?” Shiro echoed.

Before he could ask the person more, the yellow-clad officer replied, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Allura and Pidge – um, some people I know are working on it. Anyway.” He seemed happier all of sudden, scrubbing his hands together and smirking at Shiro. “What’cha trying to do here? Don’t tell me. Muffins.”

Shiro smiled with a slight wince. “Not quite.”

“Brownies?”

“Getting warmer…sorta.”

The man huffed loudly. “Please tell me you weren’t trying to make cupcakes. You have pepper in this!”

Shiro glanced away. “I couldn’t find the salt.”

“No, nope. Uh-huh. This cannot happen.” He pointed a sharp finger at a stool near the counter. “You sit over there while I clean up the mess and make a proper set of cupcakes.”

“Can’t I help –”

“No!” The officer sucked a quick breath, offered a gentle smile, and patted Shiro twice on the shoulder. “I mean, thanks for the offer, but why don’t you watch me work for a sec and tell me why you were trying to make some cupcakes? I’m Hunk, by the way.”

“Shiro.” Shiro took his designated seat and plopped his chin upon his fist. “Had a craving. My…uh, ex used to make them for me, but…he’s now my ex, so…”

Hunk began to measure out the ingredients – eggs, milk, butter, flour, salt, and vanilla – and nodded along. “Hard after something like that. What happened…uh, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m, uh.” Shiro looked away, unsure why he felt comfortable explaining to Hunk this situation. It wasn’t like the entire garrison hadn’t been gossiping about it for the last week. “I was chosen for the Kerberos mission.”

“Oh, right! I’d heard that. Congrats, man! That’s awesome. Not sure why that means you have an ex. Isn’t he happy for you? Proud?”

“He didn’t want me to go. And I’m going, so…”

Hunk glanced around the room – looking for what, Shiro couldn’t tell – before reaching for a larger bowl with high walls to pour his current mixture into. “I’m sorry to hear that. Relationships can be hard. My girlfriend and I, we’re positioned on different sides of the…world. It’s hard to send a transmission to her sometimes, let alone actually see her. But she hangs in there, y’know? Good times, bad times. That’s how I know it’s forever.”

Shiro glanced away. “…I thought it was going to be forever. I’ve known Adam since…well, our first year at the garrison. We were flight partners, and then – y’know.”

“And I’m sure in some universe, you guys are still together, but in this one – you chose the stars and Adam chose to leave. That’s actually, really mature. You both decided what you could live with and what you couldn’t, and then you moved on and found someone who wants the same thing as you.”

Shiro blinked and sat up straighter, a knot in his chest unfurling. “No one – No one has ever put it like that before. Even Commander Holt said I should try to patch things up.”

“Can’t speak for Holt but it sounds like you and Adam want different things. And that’s okay.” Hunk hooked the larger bowl up to the mixer, and a high-pitched whirling added a soundtrack to their conversation. “Better to figure that out now than after you’re married.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess so.” He couldn’t deny he would miss Adam, though, couldn’t deny he already did.

“But y’know, might not be a bad idea to at least try to clear the air,” Hunk offered, separating the cupcake wrappers in the tin. “Maybe apologize that things didn’t work out, not that you’re taking the mission.”

Shiro leaned back on his hand and watched as Hunk poured the batter precisely into each cup, wiping the edge of the bowl with a napkin. “Maybe. It’s still a few months away. What about you? You said your girlfriend lives elsewhere? Are you looking to close the distance?”

Hunk nodded. “Yeah, one day, but it’s kinda important the work we’re doing, my team and me. Shay understands.”

“Hm. Sounds nice.”

“It is, but not everyone has what we have. And not everyone finds it as quickly, either – or at all.” Hunk slid the tray into the oven and started the timer. “But when you do – when you find people who love you for who you are, not who they want you to be – you hold onto them.”

Shiro smiled as Hunk handed him the spoon to lick. “Sound advice.”

“Eh. I have a good team leader who knows his stuff.”

As soon as Shiro finished the spoon, he joined Hunk in cleaning up the thrown batter, despite Hunk’s disapproval. Hunk told Shiro he liked his kitchen a certain way, but Shiro wasn’t about to let someone else clean up his mess without any help.

As they worked, Shiro spoke about the mission, about Keith, about his days at the Galaxy Garrison, and Hunk talked about Shay, about his friends, and about meeting new people and learning new recipes.

The oven dinged not long after they wiped down the last surface, and soon Shiro was humming around a delicious set of red velvet cupcakes. They were the best he’d ever had, and he made sure to tell Hunk such.

Hunk blushed and took a bite of his own mini cake. “Hey, y’know, it might not seem like it now, but it sounds like you have lots of people who care about you, man. If you ever want them to bake you cupcakes, you just say the word. I’m sure they would.”

Shiro laughed, though it was hollow. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And maybe – you might want to tell Admiral Sanda or Commander Holt that when they start training on the Mecha Flex Exofighters, they should work with their best pilots, not cadets? That’s just…conducive to saving the world, y’know? Training the best rather than the youngest.”

Halfway through his second cupcake – screw his pre-mission diet – Shiro mumbled, “What’s an exofighter? I haven’t heard of those before – or flown them.”

Hunk winked. “Just trust me, all right? Mention it to Sam. Oh, and do the world a favor, Shiro. Stay out of the kitchen or only use it with adult supervision.”

Shiro would have glared, but he was too preoccupied with the cupcakes. He would do as many sessions at the gym as needed to finish off yet another two or three.

“Shiro? One more thing,” Hunk added just before he exited the room. “Happy Birthday – and many more.”

Shiro snorted. He didn’t know how many more there would be, but he was determined to enjoy the rest of this one. Hey, there was still a good half dozen left. Maybe he’d take a few to Keith and Matt.

One Mission, Many Wormholes, and Two Birthdays Later

The door to mess hall slid open, and Shiro looked left, then right, before stepping inside. Immediately, the lights flipped on, and Shiro barely held in his screech.

“Hunk,” he managed once he breathed again. “You don’t have to guard the kitchen every year.”

Hunk lifted a tray of expertly decorated and undeniably delicious cupcakes. A few sported little Black Lions while the rest had the head of Voltron. “Yes, yes I do. Trust me on that. Now come on. Get your first cupcake before the rest of the garrison arrives.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow as he selected his cupcake, finger sweep around the edge of the icing. “The rest of the garrison…?”

In less than ten minutes time, the mess hall upon the Atlas was packed with the various teams, including Admiral Allura with her ship crew, Commander Adam West with his MFE Squadron, Prince Lotor with his Sincline generals, and of course, Shiro with his paladins. Black rumbled in the back of his mind, and as he sat among his teams, Shiro smiled and snatched another cupcake or three.

Eventually, he collapsed to the corner of the hall, eyes roaming over the people he held nearest and dearest to his heart. Hunk came to sit next to him and smirked at the wrappers on the table next to Shiro.

“Having a good day?”

“Yeah, yeah. Y’know, Hunk, someone once told me that if I ever wanted cupcakes, all I had to do is ask the people around me.”

Hunk blinked and then shrugged. “Well, y’know, I’m more than happy to –”

“But there’s something special about coming down to a set of cupcakes already made just for me.” He clasped Hunk on the shoulder and smiled. “Thanks, Hunk. It is nice to have people here who love me for who I am, not who they want me to be.”

Hunk smiled. “It is a nice feeling. And my kitchen stays intact. I like that.”

“That’s best for all parties involved,” Shiro laughed.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t be able to form Voltron without its head.”

Shiro let out a quick laugh, which Hunk shared, and decided to assume Hunk was joking. Still, he’d stay out of the kitchen, just to make sure.

The End

#shiro #hunk #shiro's birthday #prompt #thehawkeyefan #answered #voltron #gen rhys #ptw30 pens #vld

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samdoesblogging · 4 years ago

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A Chanbaek Comeback (bc why not?)

YOYOYO I’M BACK NOT THAT ANYONE MISSED ME BUT I’M HERE SO DEAL WITH IT HAVE A FIC

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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Chanyeol groaned, rolling over and smacking the top of his alarm clock. He buried his face in his pillow and sighed. He could just not show up, right? Nobody really cares if you skip class in college. He nodded to himself. He needed sleep, he could miss the first day. He rolled over and closed his eyes, beginning to drift off again. He was almost asleep when he felt something hit his head.

“Good morning, hyung,” Sehun called from the doorway. “You’d better get ready, our first class is in thirty minutes.”

Chanyeol groaned again and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He would hurt Sehun for

this. Still, he knew he should be a good friend and show Sehun around since he was a freshman while Chanyeol was a sophomore. Chanyeol quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen of their tiny apartment where Sehun was wolfing down a bowl of cereal. Sehun waved and smiled as if he hadn’t just assaulted Chanyeol out of bed. Chanyeol shot him a glare and poured himself a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would wake him up enough to be able to get through his first class. The pair finished eating and Chanyeol led Sehun to his first class. They sat in the back of the lecture hall and pulled out their laptops. The professor was as boring as he could possibly be, and it took all of Chanyeol's strength to stay awake. About halfway through the class, another student rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said with a grin. He was somewhat short, with blonde hair and way too much eyeliner. The latecomer slid into the seat next to Sehun and waved at him and Chanyeol.

“So, what did I miss?” He whispered.

“Nothing,” Sehun sighed. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Well, clearly I missed meeting the hottest boys in the class. What a shame. We’ll just have to meet up later,” he said with a wink.

Sehun grinned, but Chanyeol choked on thin air. Who was this kid? They barely knew each other, why was he saying stuff like… that?

“I see he’s a shy one,” the new kid said to Sehun, nodding in Chanyeol’s direction.

Sehun nodded.

“He’s absolutely no fun at all.”

“I bet I can change that.” Sehun chuckled.

“I’m Sehun and that mess is Chanyeol, who might you be?” He asked.

“Byun Baekhyun, at your service,” Baekhyun said with a little bow.

Sehun and Baekhyun continued chatting throughout the class while Chanyeol struggled to focus and take notes. The class finally ended and Chanyeol dragged himself to the next one. When lunch came around, he searched for Sehun in the food court and was surprised to find him sitting with Baekhyun.

“Who’s that with Sehun-ah?” Chanyeol’s friend Jongdae asked.

“I dunno, some new kid. He showed up in our first class today.”

“He’s kinda cute.” “He’s kinda annoying.”

Jongdae chuckled and went to sit with Sehun and Baekhyun, Chanyeol following behind him.

“Ya Sehun-ah, how many hot friends do you have?” Baekhyun whined when Jongdae sat down. “This is too much for me to handle!”

Sehun laughed and patted Baekhyun on the back.

“Just look at Chanyeol when there’s too many attractive people around.” Chanyeol shot a glare at Sehun and Baekhyun turned to look at him.

“Nah, he’s part of the problem,” Baekhyun said with a smirk, shooting Chanyeol a flirty wink.

Chanyeol suddenly became deeply interested in his rice.

“I’m Jongdae,” Jongdae introduced himself, “Why haven’t we seen you around before? I guarantee I would not forget a face like yours.”

“I’m a transfer student,” Baekhyun said. “All the girls were in love with me at my last school and all the guys were straight. It was the worst.”

Jongdae and Sehun laughed and Sehun slung his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders.

“I don’t know about the girls, but I have yet to meet a straight guy around here besides me.”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow.

“You’re straight?” “I was until you showed up,” Sehun said, attempting to wink at Baekhyun but failing miserably. Baekhyun just laughed and nodded.

“Well, tell me if I need to chill then, wouldn’t want you questioning your sexuality all of a sudden.” Sehun nodded and began to eat his lunch, glancing over at Chanyeol who was still very much entranced by his rice.

“Yeollie, you good?” “I’m fine.”

“Okay. By the way, I’ll be late coming home tonight, Baek’s taking me out for drinks. You should come too, Jongdae!”

Chanyeol furrowed his brow. Drinks? Wasn’t that something you did with your good friends? Not people you just met? This Baekhyun guy was really rubbing him the wrong way. Lunch ended and the group went their separate ways. Chanyeol had trouble focusing the rest of the day. All he could think about was Baekhyun. Who was this guy to step into his life so suddenly and take his best friend? What was he planning? Chanyeol was sure he was up to no good. He sighed and headed back to his and Sehun’s apartment. Raiding the fridge, he pulled out some leftover ramen and a bottle of soju and sat in front of the TV, trying to find a good drama to watch. He turned on Descendants of the Sun, even though he had already seen it a million times and popped open the bottle of soju. He had gotten through three episodes before the door swung open, Baekhyun carrying in a drunk Sehun.

“He had a bit much,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle, gently pushing Sehun away as the younger man tried to plant kisses on his cheeks.

“I LOVE you Baekhyunnieeeeeee,” Sehun slurred, clinging onto Baekhyun’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah I love you too you big goofball,” Baekhyun chuckled. “Where’s his room?”

Chanyeol was just staring at the two. He had seen Sehun drunk before, but he wasn’t usually this… touchy.

“His room…?” Baekhyun prompted.

“It’s the one on the right,” Chanyeol mumbled.

Baekhyun helped Sehun to the room and tucked him into his bed. Chanyeol frowned as he heard Sehun trying to get Baekhyun to stay. The kid was really, seriously drunk. Baekhyun came out a few minutes later.

“He finally fell asleep,” Baekhyun said with a soft chuckle. “He’s a bit of a mess, eh? And he claims he’s straight…” Baekhyun laughed again. “I’m gonna head out. Bye, Yeollie!”

Chanyeol was going to say something about not calling him “Yeollie” but Baekhyun was already gone. He peeked into Sehun’s room and saw that the boy was sleeping soundly, wrapped around a pillow which Chanyeol figured was probably a clever Indiana Jones-style replacement by Baekhyun for himself. Stupid Baekhyun. He thought. Baekhyun had only been in his life for one day but he was already ruining it! Chanyeol sighed and quietly shut Sehun’s door, plopping into his own bed and drifting off.

The next day, neither Sehun nor Chanyeol had morning classes, so Chanyeol elected to help

Sehun through his hangover. He ran to the drug store in the morning to get hangover medication, but was surprised to find Sehun already drinking some when he got back.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Baekhyun brought it!”

Of course he did.

“Oh. Well. If you need extra I’ll put this in the fridge.”

Sehun nodded and curled up into a ball on the couch. Chanyeol tsked and brought him some water.

“Drink.”

“But hyung…”

“Drink it, Sehun. You need it.”

Sehun frowned, but took the water and began to sip it. Chanyeol smiled softly and ruffled his hair. Sehun was like a little brother to him. He had practically raised the kid through high school. It hurt that now he wasn’t the most important or cool person in Sehun’s life. He sighed to himself and plopped down next to Sehun on the couch.

“Meet anybody fun at the bar?” he asked.

“It, uh,” Sehun mumbled. “Baek didn’t tell me, but it was definitely a gay bar. The, uh, the dancers were really good though. Especially this one guy. His stage name was Kai.”

“Wait, was it the Exodus Bar?” Chanyeol asked.

Sehun nodded.

“That’s Jongin! He’s in my dance class. He is really good.”

Sehun nodded again and Chanyeol noticed a slight flush spread against his cheeks.

“Yeol--”

“Hm?” “Kai-- or Jongin, or whatever-- my heart… flutters? When I look at him. Why does my heart flutter like that when I look at a man?”

Chanyeol wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. He had known Sehun was gay for quite a while, he was just waiting for Sehun to figure that out for himself.

“Maybe you like him,” Chanyeol suggested. “He’s definitely hot. And crazy talented.”

Sehun quickly shook his head.

“No, no way. He’s just cool. I think I just want to be like him. Yeah. That’s it.”

Chanyeol nodded and patted Sehun’s shoulder. Someday Sehun would be honest with himself, but maybe not today.

Soon it was time for the pair to go their separate ways and head to their classes. Chanyeol had Dance and was surprised to see Baekhyun in the studio chatting with Jongin.

“I really should have transferred sooner,” Baekhyun was saying, arm entwined with Jongin’s. “Clearly all the hotties go here and I was really missing out.”

Jongin chuckled.

“Well you’ll have to take that up with my boyfriend,” he replied, causing Baekhyun to pout.

“What? You can’t be taken! You’re not allowed to dance like that and then tell me you’re unavailable.”

Jongin laughed again and shook his head.

“Sorry, but it’s just a job. The kid you brought with you was pretty cute, though.”

Chanyeol made his way over to the pair.

“Ah, Yeollie!” Baek said, unlacing his arm from Jongin’s and going to lean on Chanyeol instead. “How’s Sehunnie?” “He’s fine,” Chanyeol mumbled, attempting to subtly push Baekhyun off of him. “You didn’t have to bring him medicine. I’m his best friend. I can do that.”

Baekhyun frowned.

“Well I’m the one who took him out and got him drunk,” he said matter-of-factly. “What is he, your boyfriend? Can’t I take care of him too?” Chanyeol shook Baekhyun off and took a few steps away.

“You only just met him!” He said, voice growing louder by the second. “Why did you have to come into my life and take my best friend?” Baekhyun looked stunned and prepared to say something, but Chanyeol had already stormed off.

“Is he usually like this?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. Jongin shook his head.

“No, not at all. He’s the softest teddy bear most of the time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him attempt to get mad at someone.”

Baekhyun tilted his head and nodded. He had to admit, he was fascinated by Chanyeol. Not only was he one of the most handsome men he had ever seen, he also wore his heart on his sleeve and was comfortable in his emotionality. His cute vulnerability made Baekhyun even more attracted to him. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to protect Chanyeol or ruin him. Maybe a little bit of both. Chanyeol was eventually forced to return so he wouldn’t miss the start of class but he made an effort to stay as far away from Baekhyun as possible, sticking himself on the opposite side of the room. He tried to focus on himself and his own technique, but he often found his gaze drifting in the mirror over to Baekhyun. He clearly had taken dance classes before and he moved with this graceful, sensual energy that Chanyeol was absolutely entranced by. The class was over too soon and Chanyeol headed out, trying to get Baekhyun’s lithe form out of his head. The rest of his classes for the day were boring and Chanyeol felt like he had spent hours in each one of them. When he finally dragged himself back to the apartment he was pleased to see Sehun waiting with a pot of ramen.

“Hungry, hyung?” Chanyeol groaned and nodded, pretending to crawl towards the food on the table like a man who had been starved for weeks. Sehun laughed and Chanyeol smiled, halting his act and walking normally the rest of the way. The pair ate quietly for the most part until Sehun spoke up. “Chanyeol-hyung, just so you know, Baekhyun is coming over for movie night tomorrow.”

Chanyeol frowned.

“Movie night is our sacred roommate night.” “Well Baekhyun hasn’t made a ton of friends yet and I thought it would be nice if we invited him… He already said yes and he sounded really excited…”

Chanyeol buried his face in his arms and nodded.

“Fine.”

Sehun went off to his room to do some homework and Chanyeol was left to contemplate his nearing nightmare. Baekhyun and Sehun would probably chat throughout the whole movie making it hard to pay attention. They’d probably cuddle and leave Chanyeol all alone at the end of the couch even if the movie was scary. Movie nights were a sacred tradition and apparently Baekhyun was out to ruin all of those. He eventually went to bed and slept fitfully, dreaming a lot throughout the night.

Classes passed by far too quickly the next day, speeding Chanyeol towards his imminent doom. He tried to find excuses to stay late in his last class, offering to clean the desks or organize the professor’s books to no avail. Eventually, he was forced to go home. He entered the apartment to find Baekhyun and Sehun cuddled on the couch, flipping through Netflix.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he grumbled.

“You could always just join us,” Baekhyun said with a smile, pretending to plant kisses all over Sehun’s face. Chanyeol shook his head and flushed slightly at Baekhyun’s deeper implications.

“We thought we could watch The Shining,” Baekhyun said, gesturing at the TV where the movie was queued.

“I don’t really like scary movies,” Chanyeol replied. “Let’s watch something else.”

“But it’ll be fun,” Baekhyun whined, standing up and walking over to Chanyeol so that he could properly make puppy dog eyes at him.

Chanyeol shook his head.

“I’m not watching it.”

“Scared? I’ll protect you.” “I don’t need your protection.” “You sure? You seem awfully flustered all the time.” Chanyeol was caught off guard and stuttered out a response. Baekhyun just chuckled.

“We’re not watching The Shining,” Chanyeol said after he had gathered himself.

“Why not?” “Because we’re just not, okay! You don’t get to make the decisions, you aren’t even supposed to be here!”

Sehun sat back watching the two argue and munching on the popcorn he had made for them to share. The two boys continued insulting each other and raising their voices.

“You don’t live here! Stop showing up!” “I have as much of a right to see my friend as you do!”

“If we watch your dumb movie, will you at least leave sooner?”

Baekhyun was about to say something, but stopped and just chuckled.

“What? Will you?!”

“You so want to kiss me right now, don’t you.”

Chanyeol was shocked.

“Wh-what? No, what?? Why would I want to do that! We’re talking about movies! And how you’re stealing my best friend!”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t be open to it?”

Chanyeol fumbled for words and took a step back, trying to think of something to say. He didn’t want to kiss Baekhyun. He didn’t. But then, why was his heart pounding so loudly? He was scared, that was it. He was just really scared.

“Either get a room or come watch the movie,” Sehun said, breaking up the tension.

“Up to you, Yeollie,” Baekhyun said to Chanyeol with a wink.

Chanyeol shook his head quickly.

“We’re watching the movie. And I don’t want to kiss you!”

The chaos from Baekhyun’s comment allowed Sehun and Baekhyun to get their way and the trio started to watch The Shining. Chanyeol sat through the first bit of the movie, but his mind was still full of what Baekhyun had said and the movie was getting pretty scary. He eventually excused himself and went to his room, throwing himself on his bed. What was he supposed to do? He buried his face in his pillow and groaned loudly. Baekhyun was the enemy! He was stealing Chanyeol’s best friend! He was-- attractive. Really attractive. And Chanyeol wanted Baekhyun to cuddle with him, to hang off of his arm. Chaneyol sighed and hugged a pillow against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. He had totally ruined everything. Suddenly, he felt the bed dip beside him.

“Hey,” Baekhyun said softly.

“Um, hi,” Chanyeol mumbled. He sat up and pulled his knees into his chest - a difficult feat with his very long legs.

“I wanted to say sorry.” “For what?” “For everything. The flirting and the saying you wanted to kiss me and all that. I should have cut it out when I realized you were uncomfortable.”

Chanyeol shrugged and played with the hem of his shirt.

“You weren’t entirely wrong… I do want to kiss you.”

“Oh?” “Yeah…” “I’d like to kiss you too, Chanyeol. If that’s okay.”

Chanyeol swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” he mumbled.

“We don’t have to,” Baekhyun said softly. He tentatively reached towards Chanyeol and placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder when he didn’t back away.

“I want to, it’s just-- I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“Well lucky for you I am very experienced. We can turn you into an expert in no time.”

Chanyeol blushed and nodded, leaning his head against Baekhyun’s hand on his shoulder.

“Then… can you teach me?”

Baekhyun nodded and smiled softly. It was different from his usual smirks, more gentle and sweet. He was absolutely whipped for this boy. He placed a hand on Chanyeol’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him. He could feel Chanyeol’s nervousness through his lips and tried to soothe him, running his thumb along Chanyeol’s cheekbone and keeping the kiss light and soft. He pulled away slowly, studying Chanyeol’s face. Chanyeol’s eyes were still shut, processing the moment that had just passed.

“That was nice,” he mumbled. He sounded almost disappointed, though.

“Was it? You don’t seem very happy.”

“I am! Really! It was just… nice. I thought kissing was more… exciting?” Baekhyun chuckled and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to Chanyeol’s nose.

“You’re adorable, you know? And kissing can be more exciting. Do you want me to show you?” Chanyeol nodded and leaned his head towards Baekhyun, sticking his lips out and making Baekhyun laugh again. Baekhyun captured Chanyeol’s lips with his own and began a deeper and more fervent kiss. He placed one hand on Chanyeol’s waist and one on the back of his neck and pressed his body into Chanyeol’s. He poured his everything into the kiss. All the built up tension he had felt for the past few dazed, the deep and aching need he had for Chanyeol. He wanted to explore every inch of Chanyeol’s mouth, every inch of his body. Baekhyun pressed Chanyeol into the mattress and kissed him harder, tangling a hand in his hair. He didn’t want to stop, not even to breathe. He had to eventually, though, and he was glad he did because when he pulled back he got to see Chanyeol’s face. Flushed and breathing heavily, lips slightly parted, Chanyeol looked gorgeous.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chanyeol mumbled, turning his face away. “Because you’re beautiful.” “I’m not.” “You are. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Chanyeol blushed and squirmed beneath Baekhyun, trying to bury his face in his pillow. Baekhyun laughed and rolled off him, laying beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist. Chanyeol snuggled against him, tucking his head under Baekhyun’s chin. He looked a little funny since he was so much longer than Baekhyun, but Baekhyun just found it adorable.

“Is this day one, then?” Chanyeol asked.

“If you want it to be.” “I do.” “Then yeah, this is day one,” Baekhyun agreed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Chanyeol’s lips once again.

#chanbaek #exo #fanfic #how do you tag #am i doing this right

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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Lavinya the Red Fox’s part in Soler’s story

This is for @solerwolf21‘s story, where he was wondering if I’d let Lavinya have a cameo for it!

Here’s the scenario he gave me for my Sonic OC (Who is OP and basically Genie-like from Aladdin. Just a jester, comedy relief character to be honest, but as brilliant as Jack Sparrow’s accidental tomfoolery)

Our chat:

solerwolf21 : Alright if your down theres two the first is like an intro to the character if you want but basically shes doing some task around the base (leave that up you) and she's about to bite it in doing the task but Soler comes to help her and we learn that they know each other (this definitely isn't the first time he's helped her)

The second is later on Shay escapes and Soler, Shadow and Sally are late to get there but someone is distracting him turns out is its our girly (again you can go nuts with whatever it is shes doing) but before Shay could get in a hit Soler comes in for the save again and though he tries to scold her slightly she feels she's saved the day (which she sorta did lol)

cutegirlmayra : Lol sounds legit how Lavinya behaves lol My first idea is that he's trying to get past her and she slams her hand into the wall to block him and looks up like, "Hey, you're hot." and he's like really confused. "I didn't say that out loud." And he's like, "Are you an idiot?" and she goes, "Wow, but you said that out loud." lolololol

I wrote this immediately after:

First part:

It wasn’t long before the base was trying to recover, and work continued with only a minor set of hiccups…

“HYUK!” A red fox with strange blonde hair suddenly flung her back up from bending over to collect some files out of a cabinet. “Hyuk! Hyuk!” she seemed to have hiccups, and looked around for some water.

Not finding any, her tails suddenly shot her back and made her jolt towards what looked like a corner. “Ow! Hey!” the tail, as though having a mind of its own, felt around a moment before finding a cooler and began to pour a drink.

When it presented the drink to her, she sighed in relief, “HYUK!” she quickly took the cup and drank down the water, holding her breath to try and get rid of the hiccups while the tail seemed to ‘shake it’s head’ at her stupidity to even manage her own life.

“Office work…” she plugged her mouth to not hiccup, when nothing came out, she slowly opened the hand like a barn door… looked down to her mouth to wait… and then continued, “Isn’t really my forte…”

She was startled again when Soler walked by, seeming troubled and maybe focused on staying lost in his thoughts before his foot crinkled a piece of paper in his speedy walk.

“Huh?” He bent down and picked up the paper, amazed by it’s importance before examining the rest of the room. “Why are all these documents scattered everywhere?” He must have thought they were still being ransacked, so the Red fox girl quickly ran over to aid him.

“N-no-no! It’s just a light hurricane of hiccups.” She wagged her hands out in front of her as though to calm him, but he thought she was speaking metaphorically and sighed.

“Lavinya… why is it there’s always a hurricane of something when it comes to you?” He helped her picked up the papers, “You’re more suited for something where you can move around… maybe not something as delicate as… paperwork organizing.” he looked at the crinkled pieces of important papers and sighed again, ‘Who put her up to this anyway?’

“Hehe… yeah… well,... my portal hopping and poofing doesn’t exactly suit well with the princess…” She gulped, feeling her nicely cooled throat by the cold water as she did so. “They say I’m too dangerously unstable for a mission…. Since I could compromise things, and I’m not too good a messenger since I either forget or lose the message in the process. And last time, my brilliant tape recorder was almost stolen by Eggman’s forces too… soo…. I’m kinda here.” she looked around the office, showing her disdain but also sorrow at being so useless to everyone. “I can’t control my powers… so I can’t really follow directives.” she picked up another paper, and her tail swished to do the same, holding it up to her like a mouth of a creature.

She smiled sweetly and took it, “Anyway, that must be hard to understand, right?”

He looked down, thinking hard about what she said. “Actually? I completely understand.” he flopped the papers down on the desk and walked by her, patting her shoulder. “You’ll master your abilities in time. Keep at it. I know there’s a special word and symbol we can’t say or draw around you, but besides that, you’re kinda impossible to defeat, right?”

“Defeat?” She looked a little offended, “What am I? A monster to you!?”

“Well, you do say your tail is a evil mastermind.” he jokingly pointed to her tail, which at the time, was acting like a normal tail. “Who’s to say you aren’t just covering for your random tendencies to cause trouble?”

“I don’t mean too!” She slammed the papers on the desk and stormed after him. “Hey! Soler! Wait!”

“I’m leaving you in the hurricane.” he waved behind him, smiling slightly at how silly this crazy girl could get, but knew in his heart her circumstances weren’t so far off from his own… except, they were completely different, but the feelings and desires to be enough for others were the same.

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Situation 2:

Shay flexed through the dust of his latest attack, brushing off the rubble and then cracking his individual fingers, “My poor neck…” He taunted, cracking it before rolling his shoulders as though just coming out of a leisurely spa-day. “Now… where is that charming brother of mine..?” he turned to what looked like an office, room with the wall crumbling away from it. “They don’t just kill themselves, now do they?” he continued to march with a purpose before seeing a blonde but red fox girl stick her head up, trembling, from below a desk.

He smirked, seeing the fear. He gestured for her to slowly withdraw back behind the desk, and her blue eyes just simply blinked at his gesture.

He held a finger up to his mouth as though she should remain silent, and continued towards the door.

However, before he could reach it, she slammed her hand into the wall just before the door, putting her elbow up to loop her hand behind her head, and pretended to seem like she was just chilling there.

She stuck up her lower lip and continued to play it cool… even seeing his eyes… slowly… narrow to a deadly, hostile glare of annoyance.

She thought fast, “You’re hot.” she slipped out, checking him out in a humorous way that was completely faked.

Confused, he just narrowed his eyes and slightly withdrew his neck back at her appalling display. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing out loud, I can assure you.” While her hand was behind her, she silently kept snapping it, waiting for something to randomly happen. A rubber duck poofed in behind her head and landed behind her. As it squeaked about hitting the ground, rolling till it’s head got in the way, he slowly turned to glance down at it, then raise an eyebrow.

“Eh heh, office decor. They say it’s like your home so…” she stopped herself from furthering that awkward sentence…

She kept snapping and many random items fell from behind her. A miniature rowboat, a toy snake, a slinky, a stuffed puppy, before Shay finally had enough of it.

“Are you an idiot?” he grabbed her hand that was--not so secretly--snapping and shoved her back against the door.

“Ow!” she flinched, her eye twitching slightly at the pain. “Well, you said that out loud.”

“I won’t say this again.” He leaned in and softly spoke out such harsh and cruel words, twisting his grip to really tighten and pain her arm further. “Get out of my way, witch.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

She flexed out her hand and fell back through a portal.

Out of surprise, he let her go, amazed as the vortex looked so incredibly pitch-black with other minor colors swirling around that he honestly thought she just did something magical. He felt around the space, unable to see anything, before the red fox girl’s head popped out from the ceiling.

“Yoohoo!” she called and he turned around to blast a Chaos beam at her, but she was already portaling to another spot in the office. She blew a raspberry as he suddenly was playing whack-a-mole with this strange fox girl.

“What kind of power is this!?” he stepped back and slid on the rubber ducky, causing him to fall on the rowboat which blasted a horn. He covered his ear and turned, but that triggered the toy snake which clomped on his nose. “AH!” he jumped up to his knees but the Red Fox girl grabbed the slinky by having her two arms stick out of the portals, making a pretty twisty bow as she locked his legs together.

He tried to get up but stumbled from the horrible knot and fell down again, unable to move much but he did struggle.

As he fell, she removed the soft puppy plushie as his head hit the ground hard, and then proceeded to look at the puppy as though not sure how this would help but started whacking him with it.

The door opened and seeing her friends, she held her hands up and swayed them over her face, “Hurricane~” she teased, knowing only Soler would get the reference.

She had stalled him just long enough, and that was honestly her goal.

“Lavinya…” Sally marveled, seeing him struggling to break the slinky and realizing that her power made it an unordinary slinky. “Did you do this?” she looked at her in awe.

Lavinya flexed like a strong man a few times, her tail joining her, “Well, ah-ha, yeah, I did~” she showed off, “But I was honestly going for a sword…” she deflated herself a bit and let her arms dangle down from her hunched back in front of her. Her head also seemed despondent.

“Hmph, maybe you’re not just a clown after all.” Shadow walked by her, rubbing her head as her entire character changed to sudden glee, and he went to finish the ‘rope-tying’ she had started.

“ENOUGH!” Shay blasted the room with a Chaos Blast that had each of them shoved up against a wall.

“Offph..! He hit the mole…” she joked, even while in pain, and slid to the ground. He was strong enough to finally break the strange alien slinky as the rest of Lavinya’s summoned objects suddenly poofed out of existence once she was hit and fell to the ground.

She gripped her head, and as he grabbed her tail--which mimicked biting him, as though it had regained it’s separate personality from her again--looked as though ready to rip her to shreds.

“I’m not very fond of games…”

“Lavinya!” Soler swung a punch to a--once again--distracted Shay and helped her up. “What did I say about trouble!?”

“Sally… S-Shadow…” Lavinya weakly pointed to them as Shay’s eyes shook.

“Oh no.”

-need more @solerwolf21? lol it was fun xD- (This is based on my commission I made for him as well.)

I JUST REALIZED THAT THE COOLER WOULD HAVE FLOODED AND THE RUBBER DUCKY SLIP AND FLOATING ALONG THE SLIPPERY FLOOR WOULD HAVE MADE SO MUCH SENSE AND BEEN SO MUCH MORE FUNNY LOLOLOL

Note: My spell check is the WORST on the planet, so if there’s some errors forgive me T-T

#cutegirlmayra #solerwolf21 #lavinya the red fox #sonic oc #cutegirlmayra oc #me ocs #me sonic ocs #me writings #lavinya dabble #me dabbles #me prompts

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monochromemedic · 4 years ago

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No Man’s Land Rush

I tapped the pip boy screen, staring at the distant air force base in the middle of exploded wreckage. “Are uh... are we sure that this is the place? The-the Boomer’s place?” I asked Boone as I shoved the screen in front of his face. He raised a brow as he checked, before he nodded. “Well... there is bomb wreckage.” He muttered. I gave a nervous laugh, rubbing my arms and shifting back and forth. “W...well I mean uh, we don’t NEED to go in there right? Not like we can, they have a million of missiles, and bombs and god knows what, we wouldn’t get even close so, why try?!” I smiled wide at Boone, expecting to see his calm collected face. Instead I was met with an odd sweaty face, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed into a frown. “Yeah, see, we don’t need to go in there, cause we can’t.-” “You trying to pass into Boomer territory? Are you crazy?” We both turned to see a man, peaking over to the air force base before staring back at us. “Why would you even consider going in there?” “It’s... a long story.” Boone grumbled “Well... whatever the reason, I do have idea of a way to get around. I’ve kinda been watching this place for a while, and i’ve noticed a possible way in... for a few caps.” I gave a huff, staring up at Boone and putting a hand on my hip in thought. “Mm... how much?” “300. And i’ll make you a deal. I’m a gambling kinda man. If I give you the details on what I know, and if you get back i’ll double the caps.” I grimaced, scratching the bullet scar on my head as I tried to wager our options. But before I could think Boone reached into my bag, pulling out the caps and shoving it into the mans hands. My eyes widened in shocked as the man smiled, and began to relay the information to us. “Stay to the left side. The Boomers need time to reload so when you hear a mortar coming, take cover in the wreckage, then move from house to house till you get close enough. They won’t bomb their own people.” He quickly sputtered, before quickly backing up a few steps, waving his hand away. “G-good luck!” “Boone, why the hell would you- BOONE!” My thoughts where interrupted as I expect to see Boone still beside me, only to see him sprinting full speed into the no man zone. Without thought I trailed after him, jogging faster than I thought my legs could possibly carry me. The first blast of a mortar rang through the air, and Boone disappeared into the rubble like a true soldier. I on the other hand, had to jump to cover, the thud of the bomb landing a few feet away, blasting me a bit farther then expected. I gasped as the wind was nearly knocked out of me, my face bleeding from hitting a piece of stone from the blow back. “Craig!... Craig?!” The fuzzy familiar shape wavered in my vision before beginning to spring to the next wrecked building. Another crash of shrapnel, and dirt from the distance as my ears rang in pain. I had to get to him, I had to get us back to safety. Was he insane? What the hell was he doing? I stumbled to my feet and began to run again, darting to the shape of Boone nearing the fenced gate of the Boomers. A final shot rang out, a last ditch attempt to get rid of the intruders on their territory. And I knew it’d be aiming for me instead of Boone. With the last amount of energy I could muster, I pushed myself to run even faster, feeling the pain in my calves as I swerved around rubble and ditches, and diving straight into Boone as we reached the fence, both of us tumbling to the ground. Everything was blurry, my eyes were shaking in my head, and nothing felt truly real. I was sure that I had be blasted a little while ago, and it was my ghost that was somehow running the rest of the way here. As my senses began to come back to me, I made eye contact with a man in a bomber jacket, holding a rocket launcher on the other side of the fence. “H-how the hell did you get through our barrages? No one’s gotten through before.” He said, obviously in total shock. Boone was the first to get back to his feet, pulling himself up with the help of the fence as he muttered out a small “Timing... just want to talk.” The man in the jacket turned to an older woman who began to whisper things to him before silently arguing back to the smiling woman. Great, just what we needed, more tension. “Craig what the fuck was that? Are you insane? We could have died, why did you just go alone?!” I screamed as I clawed myself up his body, grabbing his face and making him turn towards me. He tried to push away but my grip was tight, tight enough to surprise the soldier at my intense anger. Usually I was passive when it came to him, especially with how upfront and harsh he could be. The sudden change of power must have caught him off guard. “I thought that if we got the Boomers on our side, it’d be an obvious win. If I blew up trying to get there, no harm.... It was win-win. But since we got here in one piece, I guess it turned out better then expected.” “W-.... WIN WIN? YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” I screeched, smacking his face into the fence in a bout of pure rage, head in pure pain from the bullet wound from Benny acting up, causing blood to pour from my nose and mouth. “I KNOW YOUR ON SOME SORT OF SUICIDE MISSION BUT DOING THIS IS JUST IDIOTIC! YOU STUPID.... SOLDIER... PRICK!” The two Boomers stared in confusion as the two of us began to wrestle, grabbing arms to stop one from attacking, ending up pinning each other more and banging Boone’s head against the fence again. It didn’t help when I only switched from how much I hated him, and how stupid he was to how much I cared about him and loved him. “Stupid fucker! What would I do without you huh? You know how much I like you, how much you mean to me! Doing something like that without thinking, without me!? Give me a god damn heart attack, you dumb, bastard!” “STOP. Stop it! Get your hands out of my mouth, get them OUT OF MY MOUTH” He ordered back, hands pushing my face away from him. “Should... um... should we let them in?” The man in the bomber jacket asked, lowering his weapon as he realized that the two outsiders were more of a danger to each other then to him. “...Well... they did manage to get through. I say they’ve proven themselves worthy of their skill. Besides, it’s time we let the savages in and try to make contact again.” The older woman told him, watching as Boone bit a finger of mine, making me screech in pain. “Eh... maybe after they’re done fighting.”

#fallout new vegas #fallout boone #fallout nv boone #self insert

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mistersshelby · 5 years ago

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the woman assassin | part three

part one | part two | part three thank you for still reading!! please be patient with me, i’m trying to get parts up as quickly as possible. let me know what u think (((: i love hearing from you -S.

tommy x oc

warnings: language, violence, death, sexual themes

“I don’t want her in the same house as Ruby.” Clara heard Lizzie speaking from Tommy’s bedroom.

“That’s too bad, Lizzie.”

“Don’t smart mouth me, Tommy. She goes or you don’t see Ruby until she’s gone.”

“Thought you knew better than to threaten me.”

“She’s a murderer, Tommy—“

“So am I, do you not want me living under the same roof as our daughter?”

“It’s not the same—“

“Why, because she’s a woman and I’m a man and it’s my job to be violent?”

Lizzie is quiet for a moment on the other side of the door, “Thomas Shelby, if that dirty street whore is not out of your house by the end of the week—“

“That’s enough.” Tommy said sharply, “Get out.”

“This isn’t a game—“

Clara flinched when she heard what she assumed was Tommy’s hand slamming against a table, “Fucks’ sake, I said that’s enough!” He yelled, and then quieter a moment later, “Lizzie, you’re trying my patience. I won’t hear anymore of this, my decision is final and Ruby will be staying here.”

“Fine.” Clara heard the rustling of Lizzie grabbing her things and she stepped behind a corner to keep herself hidden, “Have fun with your new toy.”

Clara felt a bit offended that Lizzie thought she was just another one of the girls Tommy wanted to fuck, especially since they weren’t fucking. She watched Lizzie storm out and then listened to Tommy. She heard him sigh once Lizzie was gone and pour himself a drink. And another. When she heard him down his third consecutive drink in under three minutes she decided to stop eavesdropping and slip back up to her room—

“If you’re going to spy on me you might as well have a drink with me.”

Clara closes her eyes and sighs before backtracking into Tommy’s office, “Sorry,” She says sheepishly, “Heard yelling, kinda hard not to listen.”

He pours a glass of whiskey and slides it to her, “Don’t be sorry. Be a better spy.”

She downs the whiskey and then puts the glass back on his desk, “What gave me away?”

“The floorboards.” He says and then fills two more glasses for them both.

“You should slow down,” Clara says, sipping her second drink, “Gonna make yourself sick.”

Tommy ignores her and downs another whiskey.

“I can leave if I’m going to cause trouble in your family.” She says.

“No,” Tommy says, finally sitting down and not reaching for more whiskey, “Need to keep an eye on you for a while.”

“Yes, God forbid you leave a woman unsupervised.”

“Not because you’re a woman, because you’re a murderer.”

“You’re a murderer too.”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t trust me if I were you either.”

Clara chuckled, though it wasn’t very funny. “Your husband,” Tommy continued, “Didn’t he know what you were capable of?”

“No,” Clara swallowed, “I swore off that part of me when I was married, wanted to be a good wife. Good wives don’t get in fist fights.”

Tommy laughed, “Poor bastard had no idea he married a monster.”

Clara’s expression went cold and she stood up a moment later, “I guess your wife made that mistake as well.”

The smile left his face as quickly as it came, “Don’t talk about her.” He said with deadly quiet.

“Then you don’t talk about my husband anymore either.” And she stormed out without another word. He didn’t go looking for her.

The truth was, she was right. He was no better than Clara and he had gotten Grace killed. Maybe him and Clara had more in common than he originally thought.

***

“Alright everyone--”

“What’s that bitch doing here?” Arthur spat in Clara’s direction. He had two black eyes from their last encounter that Clara found particularly satisfying to look at. She smiled at him.

“Clara’s a peaky blinder now and coming to the meetings is part of her contract.” Tommy said, “I don’t want any fighting about it, eh?”

“I don’t remember that being in her contract, Tommy, meetings are family only.” Michael said, scowling in her direction.

“We negotiated.” Clara said, still smiling.

“No offense Tommy, but that’s horse shit--” John started, but Tommy cut him off.

“She’s here and she’s staying and I don’t want to hear about it anymore. Now, Sabini. Clara, do you have any ideas?”

She shrugged from her seat, “How’m I supposed to have any ideas if I know nothing about the man?”

Arthur snickered, “See Tommy? She’s fuckin’ useless. No brain in the pretty little head of yours, huh little lady?”

Clara continued to smile, “I’ll kick your sorry arse again right here if you don’t shut your fuckin’ trap, Arthur and this time maybe Tommy won’t be able to stop me.”

“Christ, will you lot shut up!” Tommy yelled, “Boys, you will treat Clara like one of your own and you will talk to her with some fuckin’ respect or I will send you home. Clara, would you stop fuckin’ provoking them for fucks’ sake?”

Clara glared at Arthur until he finally turned away, mumbling, and when she turned back to the front Tommy was looking at her like he was a little bit impressed, but didn’t want her to know it. Few that Arthur disliked could hold their own around him, but Clara seemed to find it amusing, a game even.

Tommy cleared his throat, “Sabini will be at the race tomorrow, Michael, I want you to accompany Clara there he’s least likely to recognize you.”

“Don’t worry Michael, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Clara sneered and to her delight got a chuckle from Finn and Isaiah who received dirty looks from Michael.

Tommy was glaring at Clara with a what-did-I-just-say look on his face and she mouthed a “sorry” at him before he continued, turning to a rough map he had drawn of the facility on the chalkboard, “Arthur, John, Isaiah, Finn and I will be on the perimeter to get the two of you out as quickly as possible once it’s done. Sabini will be in a private room, Clara, you’ll pose as a prostitute with a gun under your dress and once you have Sabini alone you get the job done and get out. I want it to be clean. Michael will be waiting on the other side of this door,” He tapped chalk on the board where the door was, “This is a bathroom, we’ll be outside the window to help the two of you slip out and then we’ll be gone before anyone even knows Sabini is dead. Okay?”

Clara yawned, “It’s boring, but I can do it.”

“I cannot stress enough how clean this needs to be, understand?”

Clara rolled her eyes, “Okay, I got it, no fun allowed.”

The next few days, Clara looked at the map enough to memorize every entrance and exit. Tommy bought her a very nice red dress to wear, nicer than anything she had ever worn before and the night before the assassination was to take place, Clara began to panic.

She had never planned out killing a man and it all felt wrong to her. Unable to sleep, she went downstairs for water, only to find the light in Tommy’s office still on. Unable to resist, she padded over and knocked lightly before pushing the door open.

He looked up at her from whatever work he was doing this late, “What’re you doing up? You should be resting.”

“Can’t sleep. What’re you doing?”

Tommy turns to the cart he keeps his glasses and whiskey on and places two glasses on his desk, pouring them both some whiskey, “Are you nervous?” He asks, ignoring her question.

“Yes,” She sinks into the seat across from him and reaches for a glass. Now that she’s in the light, her nightdress does nothing to hide her body beneath. He can see clearly the curves of her breasts and he clears his throat before tearing his eyes away.

“Do you want to go over the plan?”

“No, I… I know the plan front and back. It’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

She doesn’t want him to think she’s weak, that she can’t handle killing Sabini, that everything he promised her would be taken away. Clara thinks she could get used to living like this, killing a bad man every now and then in exchange for protection and shelter. So when he asks what she’s nervous about, she lies. “Men don’t gravitate towards me, I’m not… practiced in seducing them, I’m just good at knocking them unconscious.”

“You’re worried about seducing him.” She nods in confirmation, “Then let’s practice.”

Clara nearly chokes on her whiskey, “You want me to practice? On you?”

“Why not?” Tommy’s voice grows husky and this time Clara doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her chest. “I have… experience in this area.”

She narrows her eyes at him and then begins to laugh, “So Lizzie was right, then? You just want to fuck me? Is that really why you’re keeping me here?”

Tommy finishes off his whiskey and pours himself another glass, “I don’t fuck women who don’t want to fuck, if you don’t want to fuck, Clara, then we won’t fuck. It’s very simple.”

“I get the feeling you’re not accustomed to women not wanting to fuck you.”

One side of his mouth curls just slightly, “There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”

Clara returns his smirk and slowly places her whiskey glass back on his desk. Her hands travel to the top of her nightdress and she lazily undoes about four of her buttons, watching as Tommy’s eyes hungrily track her progression. He’s quiet when she stands and walks around his desk, his Adam’s apple bobbing as she’s now standing in front of him. She grips the sides of her nightdress in her hands and hikes it up, moving to straddle Tommy’s lap. Clara’s heart begins to race as his hands, hot and needy, move up her sides and pull her closer until their mouths connect. Their mouths and tongues move slowly against each other, learning unfamiliar territory, and just as Tommy’s hand begins to slide up her thigh and under her dress, Clara stops.

“I think I’ve learned enough from you tonight, Tommy.” She whispers in his ear, and then pushes herself off him. He watches her, clearly perplexed, and she can’t help but feel validated that she’s made The Tommy Shelby speechless, “Thank you for that valuable lesson, goodnight.” He doesn’t say anything at all when she leaves the room and she can’t stop smiling at the dumbstruck look on his face.

It’s not until hours later when she finally hears Tommy climb up the stairs, the closing of his bedroom door, that she gets her heart to slow and her mind to quiet, to stop reliving the thrill she felt with Tommy’s mouth on hers and his hands on her skin.

***

Clara’s hands are sweaty as her and Michael sit in the same room as Sabini, quietly waiting for the right time. She wipes them on her dress and then immediately feels bad when she remembers Tommy bought it which means it was probably worth more than her last home.

“Hey, Michael,” He focuses his attention away from Sabini and back to her, “I’m sorry about last week. I shouldn’t have humiliated you like that in front of the men you look up to.”

He stares at her for a moment, “Do you think you’re gonna die or something?”

She pretended to ponder it for a moment, “Not particularly, no.”

“Then why apologize?”

“Because I don’t want you to think that’s who I am. I have to put on a front with the boys though. Can’t have them thinking I’m weak.”

“And what d’you care what I think?”

She shrugs, “You seem smart, like Tommy. You’re a good ally to have.”

He tried not to show it, but she knew the comparison filled him with pride. “I understand the need to prove yourself.” He says, and that’s his way of accepting her apology so she nods.

“Is it time yet?”

Michael peers at his watch, “Five more minutes,” He watches the slow breath she takes in, “Nervous?”

“I’ve only ever killed someone when provoked.” She says softly and then knocks back her glass of whiskey before wiping Michael’s and doing the same, “I know he’s not a good person, but it feels… I don’t know.”

He nods, “Maybe you have more of a soul than I originally thought.” Clara snorts at that and again wipes her sweaty palms on her dress. “Hey,” Michael starts and she meets his eyes, “He’ll be a piece of cake. Gonna be too distracted by how beautiful you look.”

His eyes don’t leave hers when he says it so she knows he’s being genuine, “Thank you, Michael.” She says and winks at him before getting up to join the loud group of men where Sabini mingles.

***

He’s much stupider than she thought, really. He was already following her into the small room, adjacent to where Michael would be waiting on the other side. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell him what a fucking idiot he was, but instead she smiled and giggled and put her hands all over him. And when he turned her around and pushed her over, treating her like an animal, she wasn’t so skittish about killing him anymore.

By the time he turned her back around, her gun was pointed at his chest and she didn’t hesitate. The first shot, through his heart, most likely killed him. But she wanted to make sure the job was done, so she fired another shot through his head. Easy. Too easy. She sighed and stepped over his body for the door Michael was supposed to be waiting on the other side, but when she swung the door open, instead of Michael, one of Sabini’s men stood there.

“Christ, Michael,” She muttered and before the man could process his leader lying dead on the ground, she knocked the pistol against his head and watched him fall to the ground. “Have to do everything myself.” Clara continued mumbling as she stepped over the second body into the bathroom where she was supposed to escape. She stood on a toilet to open a window and saw Tommy waiting on the other side.

“Where’s Michael?” He said immediately, peering around Clara.

“I was hoping he was with you, he didn’t show up at the door.” Tommy swore and Clara sighed, “I’ll go back in and find him.”

“Clara, there’s blood all over your dress--”

“I’ll just say I was off with Sabini and one of his men showed up and shot him and I managed to knock him against a wall before he fell unconscious,” She shed the gun she used to kill Sabini and dropped it near the man she knocked out.

Tommy swore again, “Be bloody careful and come right back here.”

“I’m not an idiot.” Clara said and slammed the window shut again before heading back out the way she came.

She took a deep breath before leaving the private room and immediately became hysterical, crying and screaming about a man with a gun and someone being dead. Sabini’s men all dropped their drinks and went running. No Michael anywhere.

She searched a few more rooms before she found one that was locked, when she jiggled it, she heard moaning on the other side, as if someone was gagged. She looked around to see if anyone was watching before taking out her knife and jiggling with the lock until it opened. Michael sat there, looking very relieved to see her. She removed the handkerchief that was tied around his mouth and then began untying him.

“They recognized me.” He said out of breath, “I’m sorry, I know you were waiting for me--”

“Shut up, we don’t have time for this.” He jumped up when she finished untying and started pulling her in the direction of Sabini and all his men, “We can’t go that way now, all his men are that way, follow me.” She wordlessly led him down a few different hallways until they were in the room next to the bathroom they were originally supposed to escape from. Clara could hear Sabini’s men next door.

“How did you find this room?” Michael asked as she slid a box over to the window to stand on.

“I’m good at mazes.” She said and then opened the window. Tommy, Arthur, and John were all looking more anxious than she could ever recall seeing them, “They recognized Michael.” Tommy closed his eyes in frustration and rubbed at his brow, “Get him out first.” She said, and before he had time to argue with her, she shoved Michael to the window. There was little talking as he squeezed through and then she followed after him. Tommy lifted her from the window and immediately started running with her sweaty palm clenched in his own hand.

***

That night at the Garrison, Michael sought her out, thanking her for coming back for him. “You risked your life for me.” He still sounded stunned about it.

She shrugged, “We’re both blinders now, yeah? I’ll always look out for you. I hope you’ll do the same for me.”

He gave her a small smile, “You’re not at all who I thought you were.”

Clara winked, “I’m full of surprises.”

He chuckled, “Can I tell you a secret?”

She nodded and sipped her beer and he leaned in closer to her, “Watching you with Sabini, before the two of you went off… I knew you were just acting, but… Part of me wanted you to look at me that way.”

Clara’s head shot up and she searched his eyes for the lie. He was drunk, sure, but not that drunk. And the way he watched her now, the way his hand was inching for her thigh, he was being honest. He was younger than her, for sure, but he was handsome. He was smart. And he was being kind to her which was more than she could say for most of the guys she’d ever encountered.

So she reached for his hand and smiled at him, “Come with me.” And they disappeared into the crowd, unaware of Tommy sitting at a table alone with his whiskey, watching them.

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