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aphrodisiac-siren · 2 years ago

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Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Part 3

You instinctively scoffed when you felt his presence next to yours at the table in the dining hall.

Aemond rarely ever sat next to you but given the events of the previous night, he decided to pick a spot at your left, awkwardly looking toward you as you read the notes for today's quiz.

"Are you feeling any better?" he stiffly asked, his amber wood cologne toning down the smell of whiskey and smoke that lingered around him.

"Yes, I'm fine" you irritatedly said, aggressively flipping through the pages of your notebook. You weren’t particularly upset at him, you were just mad you managed to get drunk one night before a test.

"Oh don’t mind her" Alys casually stated as she cut herself a slice of toast in half, noticing the confusion on Aemond's face "she's been like this all morning with everyone"

"Shh" you sharply hissed, causing your best friend Alys to giggle. She found it adorable how seriously you took these small tests that absolutely did not count nor contribute to your grade.

Aemond pressed his lips into a line, nodding at Alys' statement before he reached out to grab himself a cup of tea. From your hostile disposition, which wasn’t uncommon from you before any test though this was the first time he had approached you when you were in one of those moods, he had concluded that you had absolutely no memory of the previously night.

Wrong. He was so wrong. You remembered all of it.

How could you be stupid enough to chug an entire bottle of dragon barrel brandy? And then furthermore, proceed to let it slip to Aemond that you found him attractive.

There was another thing that you seem to have a hazy memory of, something that barely even felt like it had happened.

Aemond had called you beautiful.

You knew it wasn’t impossible for Aemond to fancy someone but you did know that much that it would never be you. How could he like someone to who he barely ever spoke? And judging by his cold and mysterious nature, it was very uncharacteristic of him to blatantly state that he found someone, or in this case you, beautiful.

Alcohol was a nuisance.

As soon as breakfast was done with, you and Alys headed off to potions class. The quiz went better than expected and even though Aemond had offered to let you copy off his sheet since you didn’t get to study much after the party, you managed to write the entire paper without copying a single word off his test.

You knew that even if you weren’t prepared, you wouldn’t copy off of his sheet. You wouldn’t let him feel that level of superiority.

By the time you turned in your paper, the other's had left.

"Ah, finally done I see" professor Slughorn smiled as he took the long sheet of parchment from you "oh and uh, would you mind giving Mr Targaryen his textbook back? I borrowed it earlier at the beginning of class and seemed to have forgiven to return it to him when he was on his way out"

"He'll be at quidditch practice now sir" you told, knowing well the schedule of when the grounds were occupied by your house's team "can't one of his mates give it to him?"

"Yes go on and call on one of his mates, oh wait- you can’t now, can you?" he chuckled as he reminded you playfully that you were the only one left in the class "you needn’t have to give to him right this instant. You are from the same house, just meet him in the common room"

You sighed, taking the book from him and putting it into your bag. You didn’t have any more classes for another hour and a half so you decided to go back and read in the common room. Alys had taken herbology so she, unlike you, did not have a free period. By the time you'd reached the stairway to the Slytherin common room, you remembered that the password had changed as it did every few weeks and you hadn’t bothered to take a look at the new password that was pinned on the little board by the dorm rooms. You would’ve asked someone but oddly enough to your inconvenience there was no one by that stairway.

Huffing in annoyance, you decided to make better use of your time and headed for the grounds to return to Aemond his textbook.

The walk wasn’t too long and you were at the boys' practice in no time. You expected for them to be up in the air, brainstorming defence strategies but all you could see them do was run around the field, dodging a bludger that they'd let loose. They were acting like children, laughing and running about shirtless and they all looked up to keep an eye out for the jinxed sports ball.

"Oi- watch it!"

Aemond harshly pulled you toward him, seconds before the bludger slammed into the ground right where you were stood moments ago.

"Thought you lot would be practising" you raised a brow, clearly judging them "perhaps your last victory has made you a little too confident"

"Confidence is good" Aemond said almost in an instant.

"Fine line between confidence and over-confidence, Aems" you grinned "confidence is when you've practised hard enough to know you'll win the next match. Overconfidence is believing you look good enough to be walking around without a shirt on"

Aemond chuckled at your statement. He knew the latter part of your reply held no truth. The boy was well aware of his good physique; his toned abs and slightly buff arms would leave many girls drooling at the sight if they were permitted to watch practice.

"Confidence is when I know you like what you see" he matched your grin "overconfidence is you thinking you could just waltz into our practice when you know you aren’t allowed here"

"You call this practical?" you eyed one of the boys in the distance who tried to grab ahold of the bludger but instead missed and ran straight into another one of his teammates, sending them both to the ground.

"Did you come here to critique us or is there another reason behind your visit?" Aemond asked; as captain, he most certainly did not like you commenting on his team.

You reached into your bag and pulled out his book, shoving it to his chest as you briefly mentioned that professor Slughorn had asked you to give it to him.

"And for the record" you added as you were zipping your bag shut "I most certainly do not like what I see"

"Odd" Aemond pretended to be lost in thought "that's not what you told me last night"

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or irritation. Aemond grinned at you.

"From what I recall, you too had something to say about me" you immediately blurted out, knowing full well that it most likely was something that never even happened.

"So you aren’t flat out denying that you did state something last night that hinted that you-"

"No" you quickly shut him up but the silence only lasted for a few seconds.

"Allow me to coach you on what confidence and cowardice is," he said, taking your little English lesson a little further, softening his voice so that the others might not hear him "cowardice is you refusing to admit you find me attractive meanwhile confidence, is me not hesitating to remind you that I do in fact think you are beautiful"

Aemond didn’t know what had possessed him to repeat his statement from last night; the very same statement that he was hopeful you'd forgotten.

It was unlike him to compliment someone with such boldness, especially since neither of you were really close.

Perhaps it was the jealousy he'd locked away years ago, back when his older cousin Draco Malfoy was still attending Hogwarts.

He remembered seeing you the first day he'd boarded the train, at the age of eleven. He was a shy little fellow at the time, not as good with words as he was now.

That was the very first time he'd seen you, wandering about the train hoping to find someplace for you to sit for the entirety of the train ride to Hogwarts.

He'd found you pretty, that much he could recall clearly. He was hoping you would ask him if you could join him, hoping that you were just as sweet at you seemed. Hoping to make a new friend.

Instead, you went and sat along with some of the second years who had sweetly offered for you join them.

That was the first time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

After you had been sorted into the same house as him, Aemond had felt a tinge of hope; maybe now he would have a chance of befriending you.

Y/N, he thought to himself, her name suites her. He hadn’t been able to talk to you to even ask your name. It was only when your name was announced during the sorting hat ceremony did he find out what you were called.

He waited patiently as you happily hopped off the little stool, making your way to the Slytherin table. He even scooted a bit to the side to make the space next to him much more evident. Instead, when you had reached the table, you went and sat next to some of the older children.

Why didn’t you want to sit beside him when there was a perfectly empty spot available? Was it because of his silly eye patch? Did you find him too ugly to have as your friend?

That was the second time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

In his fourth year, his cousin Draco managed to get a lot closer to you. It was no secret within the house that Draco Malfoy had taken a liking toward Y/N. What annoyed him, even more, was that Draco knew of Aemond's slight fancy for you but still proceeded to try his own luck with you anyway.

Aemond remembered, clear as day, when Slytherin had won a quidditch match against Hufflepuff and Draco immediately left to find you after the game while the rest of the team hit the showers. Once Aemond had changed into a clean set of clothes, he walked out of the locker room only to find you and Draco kissing at the other end of the long corridor.

That was the third time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

He remembered the battle of Hogwarts that took place when the both of you were in your fifth year.

You and Draco had broken up, no one knew why but it was rumoured that it was because you found out that he'd joined the death eaters.

Aemond fought in close proximity with you that entire time, his eye never letting you out of his vision. He remembered how at one point Draco was asked to pick between Hogwarts or the dark lord; how his father and mother pressured him into joining them. How shattered you looked when you saw Draco leave your side to stand by them.

I'm still here, Aemond thought as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, I've been here the entire time, If only you bothered to look at me.

But no, it was clear that your heart was still beating for Draco despite him leaving you all to join the dark lord, granted that it was imposed upon him to do so. You still wanted Draco and not Aemond.

That was the fourth time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

By the time Aemond entered into his sixth year, he'd gone though a big change. His hair was a bit outgrown, his height increased and his voice a bit deeper and huskier. His shoulders were broad and because of the extensive practice, his skills at quidditch too had improved- making him the captain. All of a sudden girls were swooning for him, sending him letters or other gifts of admiration

The attention was a bit overwhelming at first but despite his spike in popularity among the girls, it did not spark any interest from you. You barely even spoke to him unless it was while you both studied in the library or a bit of small talk on your way to class.

Even when you attended parties, you never really spoke much to him. You were at last his friend, ever since you both were paired together to wok on an assignment but beyond that, there was no room for anything else to grow. By the looks of it, you seemed to want nothing more from him other than him just simply being your classmate.

That was the fifth time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

Now it was his last year at Hogwarts and suddenly, he began to dread the idea of finishing school without ever securing a chance with you. Perhaps that was what made him blurt out that he found you beautiful.

Perhaps

Perhaps not

But either way, he knew he wasn’t going to graduate without even trying his luck with you.

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frederickkatz · 4 months ago

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Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

TIME: August 30th, 2024 PLACE: The Red Door BETWEEN: Adam ( @adamnvamp ) & Fredrick NOTES: Written on Discord.

It wasn't like he didn't have his stock at home, Adam did. But he was starting to run low on it, and he'd much rather leave some extras at home for when Devon came around than to munch at home and then be dry and around his fae - that was unacceptable. He refused to put the fae in danger, so sometimes that forced him to do socialize. That's why he ended up at the Red Door that night. The dim lights did nothing to hide the stench of blood of the place, and the first thing he noticed was the tables along the wall, a few of them with what was clearly humans getting snacked on. They seemed willing and having way too much fun to be quiet, and Adam wondered if that was what made his stomach churn in hunger. Tearing his eyes away from the sight, he moved towards the bar, sitting on a stool and nodding for the bartender to come over. He had seen him a couple of times before, and Adam liked him because he wasn't much of a talker. Except this time when he came over to ask what he wanted, Adam was struck silent by the familiar scent that came with him. Cameron. "Uh, I- Could you- Uhm- A+ please. Warm." What the fuck had that stupid fae gotten himself into!?

Freddie would have much rather ask for the night off after his brilliant idea of visiting Cameron. It wasn't enough that the fae had messed with his head making him lose control so easily. Now he had to deal with the jokes and the looks because even if he showered twice, he still had Cameron's smell all over him. And honestly he wasn't really bothered by it, but working in a place full of vampires was a problem cause they were already salivating when they smell the fae on him, "keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna kick your ass and get you banned from this place, Jim," he warned one of the vampires at the bar before moving to take another order. He arched a brow because even if he hadn't met Cameron's brother, he could sense their energy, and they were the only two fae's in town. This vampire had fae energy pouring out of him which only meant one thing, "coming right at you," he said moving to get the drink ready but still stealing glances at the blonde vampire, "there you go," he handed the tall glass with a tense smile.

Adam accepted the drink with the same tight smile, noticing the stolen glances and stealing some confused ones back. They had a back and forth staring contest for a couple of minutes while Adam nursed his drink, letting it cool down a bit, watching him move. There wasn't blood on his clothes or any other mark to show he had hurt Cameron, and Adam thought about texting Devon to check in on him, but he couldn't come up with a way to do that without worrying his fae. So there was only one option left "So, busy night?" He was terrible at small talk, so he started it awkwardly, leaning over the counter when he finished giving the drinks to the last vampire on line "I've heard people talking about faes" he mentioned, not a complete lie. Someone had commented on the scent as they got their drink, he was pretty sure "Do you happen to know something about it?"

Even though Freddie hopped this particular vampire wouldn't give him the same looks other were giving him, it didn't happen. And he had the nerve to make small talk and even ask as if he didn't know about the faes in town. If Freddie wasn't so irritated, he probably would have found it funny, but right then, he was more than annoyed. He snorted, "play dumb with someone else or ask straight out what you wanna know, my friend, because I'm not the only one who knows about the only two faes in town," he arched a brow, "to be fair, I've only met who I assume is your brother in law," he pointed with an arched brow.

Adam could appreciate straight-forwardness, but he was still surprised by how blunt the man was. Judging by the sheer amount of power that vessel held, he was sure the man didn't have anything to worry. "Well" Adam adjusted his seating, leaning against the counter "I was hoping my nose was wrong, but you seem to be smelling like him" he frowned "I was just wondering how worried should I be about his safety, that's all."

The answer was nothing at all what Freddie was expecting so he couldn't help to chuckle and shake his head, "wow! I knew Cameron was one to look for troubles since the day I met him but didn't think it was that bad that you had to ask if I smelled like him because I had hurt him," he said amused as he shook his head, feeling his annoyance melt away slightly, "it's kinda hypocrite to call me out on that smell thing when I'm sure you stink off his brother," he gave a pointed look, "so you're the infamous vampire with iron self-control to date a fae? No pun intended with the iron part," he smirked.

That statement made Adam snort a laugh and shrug "Let's just say there is a very valid reason for him to have a reputation" he let out a breath. Okay, so he wasn't dead, that was a relief. Sort of. "Oh yes, I very much do, hence why I don't come around very often. Though most drunkies buy the story of the secret fae-blood supplier from out of town, and they leave me alone. However, I think that excuse might only work for vampires" The tease made him smirk in return "Oh, I wasn't aware I was infamous, I'm flattered." Adam chuckled with himself, taking a long sip of his drink and wiping his lips on the back of his hand "I'm taking it Cameron already complained about me to you then? His weekly death threats have slowed down lately, I'm assuming you might have something to do with that?"

"Tell me about it. I met him my first week working here because he thought it was a good idea to come looking for troubles at the bar," he said rolling his eyes, "if it makes you feel better he was perfectly fine when I last saw him earlier," he said vaguely. "Don't tell them and don't take this personally but hungry vampires aren't the smarter," he shrugged, "I don't have that smell power, but I sense power and energies. That's why I could tell," he explained. "Well I've been alive for a long time and it's the first time I've heard of a vampire dating a fae so that will make you famous. Cameron only complained a little bit, but he was upset already so I'm sure it wasn't personal," he smiled and offered his hand, "I'm Freddie," he offered his name, "and I didn't do anything to stop those threats. He actually said good things when I told him more about the war between your kinds and he realized how much you love his brother. His words, not mine."

"Oh my god, he didn’t- well. That actually sounds exactly like him" Adam said, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. If Devon ever thought about stepping foot in this block, he'd already lose it. The comment on hungry vampires made Adam laugh with a pointed nod "We really aren't" he shrugged "Wait, you've never heard of it? But that's-" Adam stopped himself from saying it was easy. It wasn't easy to be with a fae, it just was easy to love Devon. "I've come to realize Cameron is always complaining, but I've been told it's one of his features, along with the arguing and the never-ending sexual innuendo glossary" the vampire teased, shaking his hand "I'm Adam, and I'll die a fourth time before I believe Cameron ever said something nice about me."

Freddie smiled and shook his head, "I lost really good tips that night cause my boss ordered me to make sure he was across town as fast as possible," he huffed amused. "To be fair, I don't make it particularly easier for them when I'm around," he shrugged and then frowned, "No. Vampires are not the best to control their hunger. Let alone near a fae so yes, you're probably one of a kind," he pointed with a serious look. He laughed at the list, "yes to all of that. We're definitively talking about the same fae," he agreed accepting the vampire's cold hand. "Well I don't wanna be responsible for killing you, but he did say a few nice things about you. But to be fair he probably thought you'd never find out it," he grinned.

"Oh I can imagine. I'm thankful you took him out of here, though. I can't imagine what he was thinking" He shook his head, then frowned "So you're the reason for it? This thirst? I felt it when I stepped inside" He wasn't sure what sort of species Freddie was, but he knew he was old, and now that was a power set he had never heard before. "Oh wow. Then I might need to circle back to that next time he's drunk around me, because I doubt he'd say any of that sober to my face"

"He was upset about his powers. Does his brother struggles with that too?" He asked curiously, wondering if Adam had to deal with those little outburst of energy. "I am. Sorry about that. It comes with the job," he shrugged apologetically, "at least it's good for the business here and no one gets hurt," he smirked. "He was already sober when he say that. I think he realized that whatever you have with his brother is powerful enough not to hurt him when he learned that not all vampires have the self-restrain you have."

Adam nodded, finishing his drink "Oh yes, they... haven't had those powers for long. I imagine Cameron is a bit more exasperated about them since fire is a lot more dangerous than water. Devon gets upset with his own sometimes, but most of the time it just ends in a change in forecast" The vampire frowned "I don't understand why being upset over his own powers would make him come here, though, if I'm being honest" he said, then asked "And what job is that, if you don't mind me asking? Adam's expression softened then "Thank you for letting him know that. I don't think he believed me much"

Freddie listened carefully, perking up a little when Adam said the name. Cameron hadn't told him his brother's name yet but now he had a little more information just in case, "Yes, Cameron complained about that. How his brother had made it rain when he has outside," he said amused. "He wanted to prove himself. To show he had his powers in control, and he could take a few vampires out. Very stupid if you ask me," he sighed with a serious expression, "made a deal with him to help him train if he stopped trying to get himself killed," he added even if they hadn't trained again. At least not the way it counted. He hummed considering what damage it could do letting the vampire know, "I don't mind you asking but I'm not sure you really want to know. Most creatures freak out. Let's just say that I'm one of the older creatures roaming the world and I have 3 siblings just as old," he smirked, "you probably met two of them in this town," he said vaguely. "No need to thank me. It's understandable. He was already dealing with accepting what they are and then finding out their mortal enemy was dating his brother? It was bound to be a hard pill to swallow."

Adam chuckled "I might've been the one to blame for that one, but I can't find it in me to say I'm sorry" he joked with a smirk, then sighed at the description of Cam's actions "Very stupid indeed. And also kinda rude he went out looking for my kind specifically" Adam huffed "Oh, and how's training going?" The hints as to what Freddie was made him think for a moment, then it dawned on him "Oh, I believe I've worked for one of them, actually. Gilmore?" He tried out, checking if he was really another horsemen. "Well it was hard for Devon too, to be honest. We dated for months while he was still human, and he was... blissfully unaware of this side of the world."

Freddie smirked, "Cameron also said that it was your fault. I think he was just upset his brother was having a good time while he was," he chuckled. "You're kind is fragile against fire. He thought he had the upper hand," he defended without noticing. "Oh wow! Really? You worked for Gil? How come they're hiring vampires?" He asked confused. "That had to be a low blow. Considering Cameron already knew about this side of the world," he said shaking his head, "I gotta say I'm impressed you dated him as human too. Man! Your self-control is amazing," he said offering a fist bump.

That actually made Adam laugh and he rolled his eyes. It was just like Cameron. Adam arched a brow when he noticed Freddie seemed defensive of Cam. He had figured they had just hooked up, was it more? "After training with him, do you think he could've handled them?" He asked earnestly, then smiled at the mention of his old boss. "Oh no no, I used to be a reaper for The Void, so I worked under Gilmore's division for a few years. The nicest boss I've ever had, to be honest" he said with a smile that got tighten at the memory of their fight "It was... a really hard time. Most of his friends were not human, and none of them told him anything, wanting to protect him" he played with his cup, then shrugged with a small smile "I wasn't a vampire back then. I was working for The Void when we met, I could barely feel anything, Devon... woke me up inside, in a way. I could never bear to hurt him."

"He's probably one of the strongest faes I've met but he overthinks a lot. Once he has his powers in control he'll be able to take any creature without problems," he said purposely ignoring again the question about training. "No way! You truly are a special creature, Adam. From human to reaper to vampire. What a journey you've had," he said honestly, "I'm glad to hear you had a good run with Gilmore. My younger sibling tends to be dry," he said with a tense smile. He listened carefully and shook his head, "I've never understood why they say ignorance is a bliss. I bet Devon was very angry to find out all the people he trusted lied to him," he said understanding a little the feeling of being left out on something. He frowned at the last part because he'd be lying to himself if he didn't feel identified by those words, "it's probably a fae thing. Even if he wasn't fae yet. They tend to bring things alive," he said with a serious expression, "I have to check the other clients, but I'll be right back," he said moving to the other vampires on the bar, serving their drinks trying to stop his mind from wondering if that was what Cameron was doing to him.

Adam was a bit surprised by the reply "That's... a bit intense" he said with a shrug, not getting further into it. "Takes a bit to get used to, but Gilmore is fair and merciful. I was dropped from The Void by my own fault, they were still very thoughtful" Adam chuckled at that "Well, if he had never found out, he wouldn't have felt angry or hurt about it. But I much rather him knowing anyway, I hate hiding things from him" Adam noticed something clicked behind Freddie's eyes and he nodded when the man left to do his job. After a few minutes, Adam called for a refill, and he used the opportunity to get a better grasp of the situation "So, I apologize if it's forward of me, but- so are you and Cameron friends or...?"

"I can tell his brother is just as strong. They both probably just need the right guidance to develop their powers properly," he said wondering if maybe Adam saw faes the way most creatures did, "faes are great warriors by nature. They're strong and fierce. They're ruthless and can be cruel but I doubt Devon and Cameron would turn out like that. They were raised humans after all. Those mental shackles are too heavy," he explained. It was clear the vampire was fond of his sibling, "I have the feeling that if you're still here is because of them. You must have made a good impression because they're not usually merciful," he added knowing that Death forgave no one. They wouldn't even forgive them if they time came. "I'm sorry for saying this but that's very selfish. I'm glad he found out. Everyone has the right to know who they're dealing with. I still don't get why we hide from human when we're the ones with the upper hand," he clicked his tongue, "I'm glad it worked for you two though," he said with a shrug. Freddie came back with a sobered expression. Adam's words tucked in the back of his head to analyze later. He smiled and nodded grabbing the glass and getting the refill ready. The question wasn't that unexpected, but Freddie didn't like. He didn't liked been questioned about his endeavors but it made sense since the vampire was somehow family bonded to Cameron, "it's alright. I can tell you worry about him even if it's only for his brother's sake," he shrugged it off, "I guess you could say we're friends even though the concept is rusty for me. I haven't been in human form long enough to make friends or anything," he explained with half-truths.

There was something there, Adam could sense it. He didn't point it out though, just nodded along as Freddie spoke passionately about faes. Or maybe one in particular. "Well I was told I was the best reaper from my division" he smiled "But I think Gilmore just... had a soft spot for matters of the heart back then. It was around the time they had a partner too" Adam shrugged, not mentioning how Uriel found a gruesome fate. "It is selfish, but people who don't know, don't suffer, most of the time" The vampire accepted the new drink with a smile "It's just that, and don't take this the wrong way, but you absolutely stink of Cameron. So I had to ask, since you said you didn't bathe in his blood or anything before coming to work" he joked with a chuckle "How long have you been non-corporeal? I remember when I first got back to having a body it took me months before I was able to feel anything."

Freddie chuckled at the comment, "can't believe capitalism made its way to death itself," he joked but his expression softened when Gilmore's partner was mentioned, "So I've heard. It looks like that funny notion of love had softened my siblings a little. Even if they price seems to be a hard one to pay," he sighed remembering both conversations with Gilmore and Warren about their lovers. "That's a lie. The suffer more because they start second-guessing themselves when their instincts tells them something is off," he cleared out. Freddie huffed and rolled his eyes, "That'll teach me not to spend time with him outside of my days off," he said annoyed still not giving more information away since the assumption was obvious. "Well before this body I was non corporeal for six hundred years or so. My older siblings and I were never fond of these human carcasses. They're inconvenient most of the time," he said with some distaste, "I'm already past that numbness. I've had this body for a little over a hundred years," he added.

That made Adam laugh "Happy reapers who get paid are better employees than sad reapers with no expectations for the future, what can I say?" He joked back, his smile fading a bit at the memory of his conversation with Devon about his life expectancy "It's a hard cost once it's over, but it's beautiful while it lasts" Adam knew too damn well that look and he smiled "Use lavender buds next time" he said, pulling out a teabag from his jacket's pocket to show him, the one he used to throw off questions while on the street "It has a similar scent profile to the fae pheromones, it might be enough to mask it, at least from drunk stupid vampires" he teased, putting the tea bag back in its pocket.

"That's a good way to put it. Just look at me, a horsemen with a job," he snorted and rolled his eyes, "if anyone had said to me this was gonna happen I would have thought them insane," he agreed. "Immortal creatures don't do well with time limitations. There aren't limitations for us so it's hard to accept. That's why I keep saying it's stupid for us to get emotionally attached to mortal creatures," he said a little bitterly knowing at least two of his siblings were totally gone. One for love and the other for grief. Freddie arched a brow at the suggestion but still had half of mind not to smile at the very smart tip, "I'll keep it in mind, thanks," he said with a half seriously expression. "Stupid vampires are the biggest thread to faes so that should do," he nodded.

Adam cheered at that downing half of his drink. Finally satisfied. "Times change" he said simply "Well, in Gilmore's defense, no one expected an archangel to be handpicked and smiled by god himself" the vampire shrugged "Warren and Maya... are a bit more complicated. But she's a witch and some of them are known to be smart enough to figure out a way to dodge death." He smiled "So I'd recommend going for a species with a larger life expectancy of you go for a forever with someone. Faes, vampires and dragons are really good choices, I've been told!"

Freddie clicked his tongue, "to think that once we ruled the world only to be turned into this joke," he said half joking. After all he never had been one to pursue power. "Gilmore should've known better than to get involved with one of God's children. He should've learned the lesson after Warren almost ended humanity when Barachiel left him," he said annoyed. "And it's clear my big brother didn't learn at all. Among all the creatures he had to fall for a human," he rolled his eyes, "for everyone's sake I hope they already have a plan for her mortality. I don't want to spend another century destroying every living creature," he said bitterly. "Well good thing I'm not like my siblings. I know well were not supposed to have emotional entanglement in this world we're supposed to destroy when the time comes," he said in a business like tone. One of his best or worse qualities was that Freddie was aware of his calling and ready to fulfill it no matter what.

Adam let him talk, frowning at the mention of Barachiel "Wait, Warren had a relationship with another angel?" He asked, curiously. "I'd much rather if you guys didn't go about killing people, thank you very much" the vampire joked, then tried and failed not to roll his eyes "Of course, that's why you and Cameron are just friends, right?"

Freddie arched a brow wondering how this wasn't common knowledge considering what it had meant in history. The biggest massacre in the world happened when Warren was heartbroken. "He did. Millenia ago. He went by another name with a different vessel back then. It didn't last nor work as it was expected. It was the darkest times and the most vicious side of my brother," he explained. "That's not for me to decide. I'm the less violent of the four. I only follow directions," he pointed simply. His expression darkened at the assumption, "that's merely a physical need. That's one of the things I hate the most about this human disguises. They come with physical needs to attend," he pointed seriously, annoyed to having to explain himself to a creature moved by blood and not brains.

"That's... harsh" he commented, figuring he'd store that information for later. Adam knew he was pushing it, and he didn't even like Cameron all that much, but still, hear Freddie talk as if he was just a piece of meat he had been rubbing off on felt wrong. "Right. Physical needs." He finished his second drink, placing the glass on the counter and gathering a couple of dollar bills, enough to pay for the drink and the tip, and placed it beside it. He just hoped Cameron wouldn't get hurt from whatever this was. "I think that's enough for me. Thank you for your hospitality, Freddie. I'll see you around."

Freddie noticed when Adam realized he had pushed too far and maybe he had been a little harsh in his answers, but he rarely got questioned about what or who he did. He noticed the money over the bar and pushed it back towards the vampire, "it's on the house," he offered with an apologetic smile, "you're friends with my siblings, it's the least I can do," he nodded in a peace offering even if the vampire had done nothing but to add to his already messed up thoughts.

Adam watched him slide the money back over and smiled "And you're friends with my brother in law" he shrugged, not picking up the money "Leave it on the tab then, for when I come back" He offered another smile, nodding at him "Have a good night, Freddie!" The vampire waved before making his way outside.

#Para: Adam #Para: Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead #tw mentions of blood #tw mentions of war #Paras

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afterschool-labyrinth · 7 months ago

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Afterschool Labyrinth chapter 4

The room the children found themselves in was obviously the school library, judging from all the bookshelves. A ringing sound filled the air.

"Is that a phone?" Ethan looked around for the source of the noise.

Sure enough, there was a phone at the front desk. That was what was making the ringing.

"What the heck." Shawn sighed, taking the phone off the hook and holding it to his single ear. "Hello?" he said half-heartedly.

"Hello," the feminine voice on the other end answered. "I am INDEX, the Xaginda Academy's Library Program. How may I be of assistance?"

"Another AI," Shawn told the others before addressing the voice. "We're looking for the principal. Is he here?"

"I'm afraid not," INDEX replied. "But if you wish to relocate your search on the next floor, you need to access the elevator from here to there."

"Good grief, how many elevators are there in this place?" Shawn asked.

"I'm sorry, I was never programmed with that trivial knowledge," came the AI's response. "But I can tell you how to access the Library Elevator; Simply insert five books in the book return slot by the door."

Shawn looked over to the door and slot. "Okay, which ones exactly?"

"It doesn't actually matter," INDEX explained. "You need only to select any five books from the shelves."

"Alright." Shawn nodded.

"And remember," INDEX finished. "Don't bother Mr. Sheckt." With that, the call ended.

"Mister who?" Shawn repeated incredulously. Shaking his ear-head, he hung up.

"So, what do we need to do?" Alix asked.

"Just get whatever five books we can find," Shawn repeated INDEX's instructions. "And also not bother this Mr. Shucks, or something, I don't even know."

"Well, okay!" Alix decided. "Let's get five books."

The children looked around. The bookshelves looked barren.

"Uh, last I checked," Sammy noted. "Libraries got books in 'em."

"W-Well," Alix supposed. "Maybe if we split up again, we'll get lucky. After all, this place isn't that big. There's gotta be some books here somewhere."

"Yeah, whatever." Manny said, when another noise caught their attention.

Tap-tap... Tap-tap...

That was the sound of a tapping cane. Shawn, who had read the entirety of Treasure Island for a reading assignment, couldn't help but be filled with a sense of near-overwhelming dread, especially upon remembering a certain part of the novel.

"Uh, guys?" he just managed to utter before the one with the cane appeared from behind one of the shelves.

This fellow looked like a fusion between a plucked vulture and a reptile, with sharp teeth set in a beak-like mouth. He was dressed in old robes, and wore a black blindfold. He held his cane in one clawed hand, and felt around with his other.

"My, my," he rasped. "Do I smell the blood of... more children?"

"'More'...?" Alix repeated in a whisper, confused.

"Tell me that's not a Skeksis..." Manny noted his appearance.

"Of course that's not an actual Dark Crystal character." Ethan whispered back.

"Well, it's some kinda blind fiend." Sammy murmured.

"They prefer 'visually challenged fiend'." Wynn corrected him.

"Ah!" The not-Skeksis declared. "I heard that! So, there is someone here..."

With that, the 'visually-challenged fiend' ambled closer to their positions. As they moved away as silently as they could, he felt around, muttering "Over here? No... Over here...!"

Wynn slithered out of the way of his gnarled hands, but failed to account for the rest of her serpentine body. She squeaked as she felt his bony fingers brush her warm flesh.

"Aha!" The creature seized Wynn by a part of her long midsection, causing her to freeze up in fear. "So, you thought you could outwit Mr. Sheckt, did you?" he taunted, pulling on her body and dragging her head back towards him.

Shawn wanted to use his scream on the jerk, but the risk of hurting poor Wynn, with her sensitive ears, was too great.

Meanwhile, Alix scrambled through the library, searching for a distraction.

C'mon, c'mon... There!

What Alix found was a phonograph, complete with a record of classical music. Lying next to it was a copy of Gothe's The Sorrows of Young Werther. Working quickly, she wound up the phonograph, moved the needle into place, then, making sure to grab the book as well, bolted as quietly as she could.

"What's that?" Sheckt dropped Wynn. "The other children? Playing my music?" With that, he made his way towards the phonograph.

Whimpering, Wynn slithered away, coiling up with the others, shaking like a leaf. "You okay?" Gale asked her, to which she nodded.

Alix snuck around the shelves, then. "He's blind right?" She whispered. "If he needs noise to get around, then let's take advantage of that."

"Alix's right." Shawn agreed. "We need a lot of distractions for this."

Sammy stood up. "Aw yeah," he said suavely "My time has come, baby."

Thus, he ran off as fast as his invisible legs could carry him, shouting "LOOKIT ME, I'M MAKIN' NOISE, SUCKA!"

The others just watched. Shawn shrugged, then sprinted from their hiding place. Once he was a good distance from the others, he unleashed his sonic yell. "I BREAK THE LIBRARY'S ONE RULE, CREEP!!!"

This was all the others needed. While Sheckt was busy, the children ran about, picking up whatever books they could come across. Dolly found a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which Ethan took from her before she could read it ("Now's not the time, trust me." he told her). Gale picked up Gunga Din, while Manny selected The War of the Worlds. Wynn, sticking close to the twins, managed to grab The Lost World, holding it in her mouth... until it accidentally triggered her gag reflex and she swallowed it.

"Oops..." she mumbled.

"Oh, come on!" Manny exclaimed, running the risk of drawing Sheckt to their location. "Really, Wynn?"

"Wait..." Wynn strained for a few seconds, then regurgitated the book, completely intact.

"Oh, that's just gross," Manny groaned, picking up the now-slimy novel. "What the heck..."

"I think I can do that now." Wynn explained, as they made for the book return slot.

"What, puking up stuff at will?" Manny retorted.

Sammy and Shawn chose that moment to reunite with the others. "Man, that was crazy!" Sammy panted. "So, we cool?"

"Yeah, looks like we got all five," Gale said as they gathered the books together.

"Why's Arthur Conan Doyle covered in slime?" Shawn delivered the rarest question ever asked.

"Sorry." Wynn apologized.

"Let's just say that Wynn discovered her power by mistake." Gale stated, putting the books one by one into the slot.

"What is she now, the mutant snake version of Rico from Madagascar?" Manny deadpanned.

There was no time to lose; Sheckt was making his way in their direction. Gale inserted the still-damp book into the slot and opened the unlocked door. The children all hurried through, with Sammy calling out "Bye, Mister Shrek!" and Alix making sure to close the door behind them.

They emerged into a dimly-lit bathroom. "Okay, I'm pretty sure this is not up to code at all." Shawn noted.

"The elevator's gotta be here somewhere." Alix searched the stalls. Sure enough, one of them opened into a winding corridor. "This must be it."

As the others followed her, Ethan noticed something. "Sammy, was your new body always like that?"

Indeed, Sammy now had a form around his face, partially visible in the low light. "Oh, hey!" he looked down at himself. "Guess I'm half of a reverse-shadow now."

"What's that mean?" asked Ethan, confused.

Shawn answered for Sammy. "Maybe he can only look completely solid in the dark," he theorized. "Like the opposite of how all shadows are in light."

"Yeah, bro," Sammy confirmed. "Like that!"

Soon, the children reached the second elevator. They all boarded, Alix pressed the button, and off they went.

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"And that was the last you heard of them after that?" the Council President interrogated Sheckt.

"If only they'd stayed," came his reply. "There's so much I could've squeezed out of them..."

"Thank you, Mr. Sheckt," The Council President turned to the other members. "Let's move."

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psychologeek · 11 months ago

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(In Lost&Found, Jazz and Jason were panpals until Jay died. I have 3 AUs after Jay come back to life. This is part of the 3rd AU.)

Day 2: Locked out / Childhood friends AU

She's not supposed to work today.

She told them, she handed over her shifts three weeks ago, and she didn't schedule this date for a very good reason.

But it doesn't matter. Jimmy called her last night, begging her that she was in the ER with her kid, and she couldn't find anyone else to cover up for her.

So here she is.

(Lucky her, being up at 3 am. Like she ever sleep during that week in August.)

6:30 AM and it's still dark outside and she left a note on the mirror for Danny.

So there she is. Opening the Café, alone, in the one day in the year she usually can't even get out of bed.

She restuck the cupcakes and she cries. She counts the money in the register and the notes are wet. She knows it's gonna be bad

(She just didn't think exactly how bad it would be.)

Mike is also there, but he works in the kitchen for a reason. He's not good with people.

She is.

The rush ends at 9:30, when most people reach their work. It's just her and Mike, so she lock the front door and put a “be right back!” sign. Hopefully it would be enough.

If not?

Well, it's Gotham. They are lucky if she doesn't go super villain after all that.

She take ten minutes to sit, and drink something, and if most of it is spent crying into her arm?

No one's there to judge her.

She wash her face and hands quickly. She didn't bother with makeup, so there's nothing to fix about that. Hopefully no one would look at her red eyes and think she just did drugs.

She take a deep breath, and open the front door.

“I'm sorry,” the stranger says in a charming smile. “It seems like I've been locked out?”

She doesn't have time for this. Or any spoons left.

“What can I get you?” She asks, going back behind the register.

“I pre-ordered and paid via the app. Amm. A birthday cake and Gotham Doughnuts for Dick?”

“Do you have order number?” She asks, already printing it to the kitchen.

“Yes, order number #2604,” he show her the recipient in the app. It's blurry, though.

“Hi,are you okay?” he sounds honest. Caring. “What happened?”

She only realise that she crying when she struggles to breathe.

“I'm sorry,” she says. “I'm sorry, it just - you get a birthday cake. You get a birthday cake, today, and he'll never get any of it and I can't get him anything and it's the first time I'm not home in his birthday and I wasn't supposed to work today and just. Everything hurts. It hurts and it's unfair that's people still have birthdays and still have happy and I know it's unfair of me but it's still–”

She's whipping, and it doesn't feel like she can stop.

“I'm sorry,” the stranger asks. “I'm so sorry for you, dear. Would you like a hug?”

And you know what?

She does.

At her node, he moves aside from the register, and opens his arms. “It's okay. You can cry.”

And she does.

(He has some perfume, but it smells good. His shirt feels high quality. He has a good tan and his sunglasses are Gucci. But he stands there and hugs her, despite the tears and the snot she's probably leaving on his shoulders.)

“I'm sorry,” she says when she can breathe again. “I shouldn't put this all on you. It's not your fault I'm such a mess.” It feels like she cried for hours, but the clock on the wall says it's been less than five minutes.

She awkwardly hand him over a bunch of napkins.

“Hi, hmm,” the stranger hesitate. “What's your name?”

“Jazz- I'm Jazz.

(from Lost&Found, second option: University AU)

(liked it? Vote in the update poll! Remember - you only get one shot. Better make it count.)

This winter is cold, and Danny needs braces, and she can't make him quit band. She haven't seen him this happy in a long time.

(Her parents didn't get a new contract in three months, and the stash she hides in the closet gets smaller.)

She doesn't need much.

She doesn't need orchestra. It only gives her more time to get a job, or do something actually productive with her life.

She is 15, she isn't a child, and there are bills to pay and meds to buy and a brother to keep warm and alive.

There's snow on her eyelashes, and a lick in her wall, and the world is cold and biting.

It's okay. She can't take it. Other mammals don't eat so much during the winter. She can take it.

Other people have it worse.

She can take it

(She has to)

Can be read as a drabble in the Lost&Found AU. especially during the missing year of Rock bottom (aka during Troubles)

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years ago

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Deserve Better; Enid X Fem!Reader

CW: Some angst, Struggling with your sexuality, Fluff

Description: After Ron and Enid break up, you let Enid know that she has better options than him.

A/N: Confession time (sorry this note is gonna be long), I've been siting on this one for a hot sec. The absolute bi panic I feel between Carl and Enid is absurd. There's not a ton of Enid fics that I could find so I took it upon myself to write one of my own. This is definitely inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron because, gay. I have been super excited bout this one. I definitely want to write more about her too. I mean just look at the GIF. Also the panic of do I want to be her or be with her is so real with her. Once agin disclaimer, everyone is at least 18. I am 19 and anything else creeps me out. The actors themselves are more than old enough now so like just please. It would mean so much to me if y'all reposted but don't feel like you have to. Love you!

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"Hey Y/N!" You heard someone yell behind you. You turned around and immediately smiled. It was Enid. You felt butterflies in your stomach as she lightly jogged towards you with a wicker laundry basket. She had a beautiful glow about her and her hair gently fell around her face.

"Hey Enid." you said as you gave her a cheesy grin. God she was beautiful. You had had a crush on her for years but you would never admit it. It was the apocalypse but people were still people and you were worried about if people would judge you. You also had no idea if Enid liked girls and she had just broken up with Ron so it seem a worse time as any to suddenly admit your feelings. Thankfully the break up didn't seem to bother her much. The only person who knew about your crush was Carl. That fucker knew everything about you. He knew before you did. He could read you like a comic book.

"So, I've been thinking and I think we need to have a girls night tonight. I've got shit to talk about." she said as she smiled back at you.

"Oh dear."

"Oh yes. Meet you at my house around sunset?"

You bit your lip and gave her a joking half grin. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then. I have guard duty tomorrow night though so we have to get some sleep tonight." you laughed.

"Great!" she squealed. "I'll see you later."

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You had sleepovers often but every time you still got butterflies. You always had to suppress the urge to lean over and kiss her and tell her how you felt but that never happened and you told yourself it never would. She made you so happy and she had no idea how much she meant to you and how much you loved those nights where it was just you two. She didn't know how much you wanted to hold her hand and hold her as you fell asleep. She had no idea how weak your knees felt as she let you wear her shirt and you breathed in the smell.

You started off towards the Grimes house to talk to Carl. He understood and you needed the support right now. You didn't even need to have the words for him to understand. You walked in the door and casually greeted Rick before climbing up the stairs and going into Carl's room.

"Hey shithead." you said throwing off your shoes and flopping down on his bed next to him.

"Well hello to you too." he laughed. "What's up?"

"I don't know my heart is just about to come out my ribcage and kill me but besides that I'm doing just peachy." you replied as dramatically as you could, sighing and putting the back of your hand on your forehead.

"Enid again?" he laughed at your dramatics, raising his eyebrow.

"Wow how'd you guess?" you rolled your eyes. "We're having a girls night again and you know how I feel during those. She's just so perfect god damn it."

"You should just tell her already. It's driving you insane and she broke up with Ron so it's a great time."

"YoU SHoUlD JuSt telL hEr." you mocked. "Yeah that will work out fucking great. I don't even know if she likes girls. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Jesus ok. You don't gotta be a bitch about it. I was just saying I hate to see you dancing around it like a pussy." he grinned at you.

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. You laughed as he put his hands up and laughed back. "Fuck you."

"Hey don't shoot he messenger just cause he's right."

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You took a breath as you knocked on the door of the Rhee house. Maggie opened the door and smiled at you. "Hey Y/N she's in her room. Let me know if you want snacks or anything. I don't have anything to do tonight." she said motioning you inside.

"Thanks Maggie. I'm good for now thanks." you said as you quickly rushed up the stairs towards Enid's room. You knocked lightly on the door and smiled waiting for the go ahead to come in.

"Come in." You saw her slime as you open then door and come in. "Y/N omg. Come here. I've got just so much shit to say."

You giggled and sat next to her on the soft bed. "Ok spill." you said crossing your legs and turning to look at her.

Oh did she have lots to say. She talked about her runs and her guard duties. She told you about the walkers she killed and how Maggie was nagging her about learning more combat. She ranted about Lydia and how annoying she was. You listened to every word she had to say, putting in input where appropriate. Everything was perfect. Just you two talking and sharing experiences. That was until Ron came up.

"Ron is trying to get back together with me again." you rolled your eyes. "Hey I know we just broke up but still. It's like how much else is there in the world at this point."

"I mean there is a lot more. I'm just saying you can do so much better. You deserve better. Ron is probably one of the worst options right now. He's mean to you a lot of the time." you replied, nervously playing with your hands.

"Yeah ok sure. Who then? Carl? Fuck no." she laughed sarcastically.

"No. As his friend I can tell you no. I'm saying there are other options." you paused. "Better options."

"Ok fine then tell me. What other person could I be with that's better?"

"A lot of people. Ron is awful." you said, trying so hard not to blurt out yourself.

"Ok but like who? We are some of the last people alive on this shithole." she said eying you. She could tell you had something on your mind.

You took a deep breath. You were frustrated and in the heat of the moment somehow you had courage. "I mean like me."

"What?" Enid stared at you wide eyed.

"Fuck. Just forget it. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." you sighed tears filling your eyes. You had been so mad at her naivety and you could stand it do you had blurted out your feelings. You felt as if you just wanted to melt away. Had you ruined your friendship? Was she mad? You couldn't look up at her. You were mortified.

"Hold up no. We need to talk about it. What did you mean?" Enid said reaching out to touch your shoulder. As she did you moved back, rejecting her touch and the tears you were holding back fell down your cheeks as you lifted your head to look at her emphatic face.

"NO! Fuck please stop. I didn't mean- I never meant to- just please lets move on or I'll just leave." You said shakily. You were trying to keep your composure but it was fading quickly.

"No. Y/N, I want to talk about this. I don't want to upset you but when someone you have known forever tells you that you could be good for them..... You want to know what they mean, ya know" Enid said as nicely as possible. You tried to read her face but it was impossible to in your distraught state.

"Fine. Do you honestly want the truth?" Enid nodded her head. "Honestly I've had feelings for you for a long time but you were with Ron and there are so many other factors like I don't know if you even like girls. I don't want you to hate me or think I'm creeping on you cause we sleep in the same bed all the time. It's not like that. I like you for more. Don't get me wrong I definitely wan to have sex but like it's more than that. I like your smile and personality and just everything you do. I mean again like I try not to let anyone know that I like girls so Carl is literally the only one who knows about my crush on you and also like I don't know if you like me or just girls cause you've never said anything. So I've been suppressing these feelings and I wasn't gonna say shit until... ya know... now."

You took a breath and looked at Enid for any validation. She smiled back at you in return. Your tears started to dry. "So what you're trying say is I should ditch men?" she smirked.

"I'm saying that I could be a better boyfriend than Ron ever could be." you said, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe I don't want a boyfriend anymore. Maybe I'm in the mood for a girlfriend now." Enid leaned close to you too, closing more space so you could feel her breath on your lips. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't contain the huge cheesy grin.

"Well I can be a better girlfriend than Ron too." Enid closed the gap, connecting your lips. she grabbed your face and pulled you even closer. You felt so happy and even through you were kissing her you just wanted to be closer, to become one being. You grabbed her hips and pulled the rest of her close to you. Even though it pained you, you separated once you were out of breath.

"As much as I want to keep going, I told you, I'm gonna be a better partner than you have ever had before. That means doing this the right way. Let me take you out on a date, a real one." you smiled.

Enid groaned and smiled. "I'm ok with rushing in."

"I know but still. I want this to last. I'm gonna do it by the book."

"Ok, I understand. Can we at least hold each other tonight?"

"Anything for you beautiful."

As you snuggled into Enid, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. To know the girl you loved, loved you back. To know that at least one person could love you for who you were. For now, that's all that mattered.

#enid rhee #twd #the walking dead #lgbtq #enid rhee twd #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #twd imagine #enid rhee x you #wlw #bi panic

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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Hot Chocolate (Birthday/Christmas Special)

Summary: Levi is bound to spend this birthday on his own, seeing that you're halfway across the globe as an exchange uni student. What he doesn't know though is that you have planned a huge surprise for him. NSFW 18+

Notes: sorry for any mistake you guyss please enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: f l uff, nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, the sexies

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, I simply found it on Pinterest.

White heavy cream fell fluidly out of the carton it was stored, squeezed by Levi's calloused hand and into the small metallic pot that he rested his other hand onto. The mixture, an aromatic, dark brown hot chocolate, lightened in color upon a few stirs of his tool. Slowly with his hand he disposed of the empty carton in the recycling bin, making sure to wipe any stray droplet of white on the counter.

He blinked as his mind went blank, forgetting the next step of the recipe but only momentarily. His thoughts once again traveled to what troubled him, but he continued with his stirring in fear of burning the beverage he was set on making. With his teeth sinking dangerously at the tip of his tongue what he needed clicked in his head. Corn flour. A quorter of a cup.

He didn't bother tasting the mixture as he lowered the fire of the stove to the minimum, he simply marched to the corner built in cupboard, hands searching furiously for the porcelain vase that held this oh so precious corn flour that would act as the stabilizing factor to his hot chocolate beverage.

Seconds later he brought the fire to an halt absurdly, never ceasing with his stirring careful as to not have the mixture stick to the pot. He didn't like his chocolate adorned with burnt flakes or the taste they brought to his mouth neither did he like cleaning the burnt pot before having to pop it in the washing machine. As his hands reached for the cups he had set beside the stove beforehand to his alchemy, he helped the thick mixture in with a spoon.

The cups were immediately transfered inside the over; an attempt to keep them from any predatory fly that could have entered the apartment before Levi had a chance to realise and in addition keeping them sheltered as they reached a drinkable temperature. Levi threw the pot into the sink next, sighing to himself as he grabbed his thick latex gloves and out them on his hands. With a twist of his hand at the handle the watered started running on his gloves hands pot making him grab his steel wool.

His hand came to his forehead, wiping some sweat as he sighed again, hanging his head low as he gritted his teeth in frustration. His eyes squinted in anger, his hands dug into the inox of his sink and his heart sink dangerously low as he felt the room run cold due to the sun quickly setting behind the horizon.

Why had he made that chocolate, it beat him. The two of you hadn't spoken in at least two days and he liked -or rather chose- to blame it on your busy studying schedule, rather than the fight the two of you had over that call two nights ago. He had been to angry to admit he was acting like a brat to you, he had been too proud to simply say that he wanted your attention, instead he had resolved his anger into grumpiness, causing your overworked mind to snap.

You were gone as an exchange student in Japan for too long and both your busy schedules and the enormous time difference had dug their ways into Levi's life very negatively. Before you he had never lonely when he was alone, but now, now that he had gotten a taste of what it was to be with you, now that you had been ripped away from him from so long, he definitely felt lonely. And angry. And it killed him that he was almost on time for your arranged video chat, when you didn't even show any sign of being in existence still.

It made his boil though, by now, it must have been the 26th in Japan and you had spent your day ignoring him, not even bothering to open his message. Had he been so cruel to you while admitting he wanted you here with him? Was it that you didn't have enough decency to let him you know you were alright? That was what he simply wanted to know, in the end.

Sighing again he ripped the gloves off his hands and grabbed his phone. His fingertip touching the button provided him immediate access to his homescreen and he quickly entered Instagram dragging the homepage down a couple of times to let it load any new activity. Internally he knew, he would have been glad if he was to see a story or a post by you, any sign that you were alright would do for him.

Of course, as if on cue to shake him of his miserable thoughts his phone rang, buzzing in his palm. His eyes fell on the small window the revealed the caller id to him. It was Erwin, naturally, as he always used to shower him with phone calls on his birthday even up until the moment he was at his front door. Levi didn't missed out on those signs of affection, it's was quite the opposite really. He cherished them deeply. Seeing how much of an impact he had on his friends' lives moved him whether he showed it or not.

And so, while holding back his saddened sigh he picked up the phone, greeting his friend through greeted teeth.

"Hey Levi, uhm, I kind of need you at the moment, am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Levi spoke, biting painfully on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold himself back from sprinting out on his frustration. Of course Erwin could try and hide behind his finger, Levi knew that much. The blond was aware he wasn't interrupting anything, but he was still kind enough to ask; he always was sappily kind when it came to such sensitive subjects.

"Great look, I'm on route twenty two, fifth exit, I'm out of gas can you please come to my rescue and bring me some?" Erwin paused for a moment and then proceeded to mumble through an overly amused breath "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you tonight."

"Did you take your father's run down car again?" Levi questioned.

"No... yes. I'm sorry Levi I felt like I wanted to drive his car tonight. I shouldn't have to drag you here too, I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Levi bit back, hissing at Erwin's unhealthy habit of wanting to drive his father's antique due to its sentimental worth. But then again, he reminded himself he wasn't in a place to judge. "Give me 15 and I'll be there."

Fidgeting his fingers on the counter without throwing a second look he came in contact with his car keys. The familiar jiggling sound gritted through the air proudly as Levi pierced his finger inside the key loop, finally pressing the keys steady to his palm. With another grunt, he hang up the phone, bringing the device to the palm of his hand once again.

His mind begged him to open his texts with you again -his initial goal ever since the moment he opened his phone- just to stare at the screen or at his unopened text, his insides begged to boil with concern at the process but he figured had all night to do so, prolonging his misery could definitely wait now that Erwin was in need. And thus he simply marched to the hanger behind his front door, eager much to quickly get a hold of his warmest jacket before having to step out in the cold apartment corridor and consequentially outside in the cold December weather.

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You forced Hange to suppress her giggles as you slipped the metallic key inside the lock to your shared apartment with Levi. With an exaggerated jump though Hange let out another scream fill the air, ignoring yet another playful rasped gaze you consequentially threw her. Laughter bubbled from the both of you as you kept on locking eyes, amused by the upcoming execution of your plan.

The plan was simple really. You had Erwin call Levi for any emergency he could come up with and only when he left the house you and Hange would sneak in, light up the aromatic candles you spent weeks picking. You would make some hot buttered rum and light the fireplace to warm up the house. Then, Hange would leave right when Erwin would call you to announce that Levi was on his way back and you'd wait for him with the biggest smile on your face.

"Okay now let's see how much time we have." You said and rubbed your hands together to warm them up. Leaning with one hand over the wall you moved the heel of your left foot on top of your right one, pressing down enough so you could wiggle your foot out of the shoe. Doing the same for your other foot, you removed your jacket and hung it behind the door.

"Erwin said it will take Levi about twenty minutes to get to him, they shall spend about ten to fifteen minutes fueling his car, but he promised he'd try his best to delay Levi if we need to. And then add another ten minutes for him to get back." Hange spoke, fixing her glasses onto her nose.

"You think I have enough time to take a bath?"

Making sure to slip her shoes off after you, Hange nodded in your direction and proceeded to set her heavy backpack on the couch. One by one she took the candles and a lighter out, eventually smirking to herself as she tried to come up with a plan on how to neatly set them around the living room.

"Hange!" Can you put those in the bedroom?" You spoke, ripping your shirt off of you before your finger came to graze the side of your mouth as your mind sunk in your thoughts.

"Ha!" Hange huffed "as if you're even going to make it to the bedroom!"

Your cheeks burned as she spoke, eyes widening slightly at how your mind told you she was completely right. Of course you and Levi wouldn't make it to the bedroom at least until later tonight. It had been months since you had last seen him and it was his birthday, you wouldn't even be able to rip yourself off of his arms. Thus you simply threw a mellow smile at Hange as you sprint to the kitchen checking to see if you had all the ingredients you'd need to make your choice of drink.

Coincidentally, you opened the oven and your eyes immediately fell on what was inside. Your expression softened as two grey toned cups shone in your orbs, the smell they emitted deliciously filling your nostrils. You smiled to your self as you thought about how your lover didn't miss out on making your traditional Christmas drink.

It was unbelievable how kind hearted Levi was, in contrary to what people thought of him, you thought. Most of the times -and simply because he didn't allow otherwise- the only thing people who weren't close to him saw was a cold demeanor, a sharp tongue and a foul mouth. It all would be too ironic if they knew how Levi was behind closed doors. Taking notice of small everyday details, sticking to his beloved routine, cherishing moments with his loved ones, remembering everything most people would ignore about others and showing his love in the sweetest yet most Levi way were only a few of his virtues.

Of course he wouldn't miss on making your favorite strawberry scented thick hot chocolate, even if you had spent the last few days not speaking to him, even if as of now he remained ignorant as to why. You assumed he believe it was about that ridiculous fight and you could admit you purposefully riled him just enough for him not to expect to see you. You were sure, seeing he had shown a previous liking in surprises like this, that his jaw would hit the floor when he'd see you.

Guilt rushed through you at the thought of you making him feel miserable even in the slightest, but Hange couldn't just have you standing there, sulking in your anxiety over how things had led up to this moment. If you wanted to make it in time for when Levi came home you'd have to rush. Hange insisted on shooing you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, urging you to act fast, before Levi came. Sensing she was right, you settled for running to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a clean towel before jumping in the shower.

Stretching your arms to close the curtain behind you as you stepped on the white marble tiles you twisted the faucet handle to the right, letting a deep sigh escape from the depths of your chest as the hot water started running.

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The sound of keys jiggling together filled what should have been an empty apartment, making Levi's arrival known only to you who stood inside the kitchen. He stepped inside a few seconds later, ripping his shoes off of his feet before slipping into his fuzzy slippers.

His hands immediately reached for the wipes and rubbing alcohol he kept on a stand right next to the door, silently grabbing a wipe and coating it in the strong smelling disinfectant before bringing it to his phone and keys. He spent a good minute cleaning the items meticulously only stopping when he felt satisfied to set them on the stand. He took a step to turn around with his goal to walk to the kitchen and heat up his got chocolate. Judging by the time he could still try to reach out to you before the day ended.

With a quick glance around the room, though he found himself freezing in his spot.

"Great, now I'm so shit mad I'm seeing fucking things." Levi announced -seemingly only to his own self- the moment he laid his gray orbs upon you.

"No Levi, you're not seeing things baby."

Standing up for your seat on the kitchen table you shot him an adorning look; your eyes squinted and your cheeks puffed up, coated in a sheer scarlett color. You silently watched as his eyes grew impossibly wide, flickering between you and each lit candle that showered the room in plenty of romantic golden light.

His legs were slightly trembling, his knees going weak at the sudden need to intake all of what was unraveling before him, but with his heart hammering in his whole body he only managed to part his lips before even beginning to thing if what to utter.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday my Vee." You smiled again, mouthing the tooth rotting sweet nickname as you walked to him with open arms and a longing look on your face.

He wasted no time, even if his head was starting to buzz in confusion and uncertainty, he bucked in his stand before sprinting towards you. His hands quickly wrapped under your bum, lifting you up on him while prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. With painfully squinted eyes his nose nuzzled up between your neck and your chest, inhaling your magnetising aura sharply as he span you around. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing his head in a loving manner as you couldn't supress your bubbling giggles.

His strong grip on you wasn't ceasing, not even for a moment as he began mouthing his questions; he didn't even care that his voice was muffled by your own form.

"How- I mean when?" He spoke and only hugged you tigher onto him.

"Well, you thought I'd ever miss this day?" You placed a kiss on the top of his hairline. "I was supposed to be here days ago but my flight got delayed, so Erwin and and Hange came up with this surprise plan."

Levi's hands loosened their grip on you slowly was you tried to slide down his body carefully; this breathtaking moment could only ever last for so long, Levi figured as he set you down. Kissing you was the next task he assigned to himself, but it could only happen after he got a good look at your face.

God, he had missed you so much.

So many months had passed since the last time he had been graced with seeing you this close to him and in the moment what he was witnessing almost felt too unreal. Your tender eyes looked into his with adoration and warmth, your chest dwelled with tainted breaths as your hands slowly came to cup his sharp face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't responding at all, I really had to leave to go to the airport after that silly fight we had, I couldn't just tell you I was coming." You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Although I was really temped to."

Levi wrapped his arms around you again and hugged you to his chest- this time he missed on levitating you if the ground, even more fiercely than he had done before. He simply huffed in amusement in the crook of your neck, mouthing a sole 'thank you' against you.

The next kiss you shared was maniac and passionate in nature. His lips didn't just graze over yours, the engulfed them. He sucked onto your tender flesh as if his life depended on it and you couldn't get enough. You found yourself grabbing his shirt, then running your hands through the short spiky hair of his undercut.

His slick hands cupped your own face as he pulled back only to catch his breath for a moment.

"I've missed you much I can't even be patient to talk with you."

"Me too" you announced, a hazed look masking your face.

You took a few leading steps to the couch, careful not to disturb the candles in the corners of the coffee table that before it, much afraid of setting everything on fire in your despairate state to have him. Your mouth launched feverishly onto his as you threw him onto the gray sofa.

Levi didn't fight it, not even for a moment. His tongue shoved inside your mouth, rolling around yours, slurping and cherishing each corner of your mouth as he took small intakes of breath through his nose from time to time. His tender hands loosened their grip on the sides of your face, the action eliciting a small whine from your occupied mouth but to was quickly gulped down by the movement of his lips that came to suck on your tongue.

You felt his fingertips travel down your clothed body, skillfully sinking underneath your shirt before restlessly traveling back up taking the cloth away with them. You only broke away from each other for a singular moment, breaths hitching and tinting the air around you, so much that you could almost ignore the way your heart sped it's throbbing in your ears. His hips bucked longingly int you from underneath, the friction already driving you crazy.

As his hands shoved longingly inside your pants you let another moan slip from the depths of your throat, though it was guickly muffled by your lover's mouth attaching on yours , making you melt into him. You felt his fingers graze ever so slightly over your still clothed crotch, painfully flicking their way through your flesh.

Roughly, he pulled back, detaching his want body away from yours while fixing his gray eyes into you. He didn't bother speaking as he tagged at the sides of his shirt, ripping the article of clothing away from him in such quick movements, as if it was the only thing getting in his way from getting close to you.

With hanger widening his eyes he stared at you again, prompting you to put your hands into him, to feel him all the while he run his hands into your form. He failed in exploring your body as he had wished though, with a shagged breath he only managed to bring you close, in a proximity that didn't even allow a kiss to be exchanged. You simply nuzzled into the crook of his bare neck, rubbing the tip of your nose in calm circles against him as you breathed hot huffs of air onto his skin.

His back was still so muscular and ripped despite his skin being so overly smooth under your tender touch, the more small trails you rubbed over him the more he sighed in greed and over exaggerated longing. Licking his lips with a constipated look on his face, he placed a tender kiss on your collarbone before traveling back up, just to teasingly rub his bottom lip over yours.

Breaking the kiss you grabbed his hand, bringing his palm close you your face. You teasingly picked his pointer finger, making sure to scratch the inside of his hand with your nails as you brought the digit to your mouth. His mouth, running ahead of his own desire to stay quiet, blurted lewd moans at your soft suckling and with all blood boiling in his body he was unable to even think about chocking down on his sounds.

He was on his back before he even knew it. It seemed like squirming was the way to go now, right underneath you as you placed kisses all over his chest and torso. With slow hands you reached for his pants, fidgeting with his zipper and buttons before wiggling your arms inside the dark denim.

Quickly, any remaining article of clothing was discharged thrown anywhere on the floor; you could worry about that later but right now you couldn't seem to be able to pay attention on anything else than each other. You had missed him, he had missed you, there was only so much that the two of you could process momentarily.

It was the high of the moment mixed with your scent that pulled him even even more as you craddled him to your chest while never ceasing the bobbing of your hips. The kisses that he sucked in you, sped up the beating of your heart against his as soft skin mingled with your own. Even that was painful to him, the extend to which he had missed you didn't leave any space for him to pull just an inch away from you, as if he wouldn't ever be able to get enough.

"My Levi, I've missed you so much." You spoke with hitched breaths, lips grazing his earlobe ever so slightly.

Levi allowed him self to eventually grunt in response letting harsh huffs of air through his nostrils while trying to guide your hips to an alt.

"Keep talking like that and I'm not going to last." He spoke, his fingering digging into your thighs to put an halt to your movements.

It didn't work -he should have known it wouldn't work- because you only slid down on him longingly and fast, sending his mind in the familiar pre orgasmic haze he so wished to momentarily be freed from.

"Who said," you paused only for another tainted moan to slip outside your lips "I want you to last?" You placed a kiss on the skin behind his ear, careful not to suck and create any loud noise that close to his eardrum.

Levi only threw his head back, his hips starting to work onto a hard, quick rhythm against you. He trembled under your words and every deep thrust, every feel of your insides on his throbbing length was only contributing to the build up in his abdomen.

He hair, sweaty as it was, stuck on his forehead as it dripped, but you paid no mind in his salty taste as you kissed your way all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline, trailing your tongue on any sharp edge of him.

Your legs were shaking now and much to your best wishes you struggled with your thrusting onto him. You only managed to gyrate your hips, earning another moan of him as you ceased your movements, sweat dripping off of your own forehead as if mimicking his antics.

His hands nearly slipped from your thighs as wet as they were but he managed to get the message you were trying to convey; with jaded breaths he started thrusting maniacally from underneath you, damaging through you as pleasure dueled in both your bodies.

Yearning splashed all over his face and his grunts only got louder. Your foreheads collided as you cupped his face, noses nuzzling up, eyes staring deep into eachother.

Gentle. His ultimate indulge into you was gentle and earth shattering at the same time. His veins popped in white hot pleasure and his chest boiled with numerous erotic moans as his abdomen screamed throughout him, leaving him with barely enough time to mechanically reach just to pull out. His head hung low onto your collarbone while his head throbbed, unable to come down from his high just yet. He couldn't even move his eyes to see you, although he knew by listening to your panted breaths that you were in the same position as him.

Pushing him back to lay down on the couch, you kissed all over his face for the thousandth time tonight.

"I'd never ever miss this important day, you know." You smiled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

"It's not that special, brat" he spoke shyly as he cooed into your face rubbing his upper lip to your cheek. You recognised the action; it was a habit of his to coo in such way, any overly soft thing grazing his top lip indulged him in endless calmness and you hummed to yourself in amusement to the feeling.

"I missed you."

"I know. You said that." He huffed, his lips puckering to hide the playful demeanor behind his next words. "But I don't think I heard it right, mind repeating it?" His fingers trapped your nose between them and swayed your head from side to side before moving to your naked back to press you closer to him him once again.

"You're such a tease. I love you Levi."

"I love you too," He blurred with eyes that burned into yours and proceeded to place a sweet kiss onto your sweat drenched hair "so much, you brat."

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strawberryshortcakegirl · 2 years ago

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Guac and Evie Rewatch: 1.02 of HSMTMTS

Hi!! Went on vacation for a while but the rewatch blogs are back!

Why is it that all I remember from the Read-Through episode was chaos

I love how Big Red simply acknowledges that EJ is basically a Hollister model and then you see EJ's promo pic for Season 3 and it all makes sense

Okay so right now Nini is talking about if you look in the background there's like some tickets and flyers for musicals and things hung up in her room. And we all know Nini's phone case is a Playbill phone case too. I just feel like Season 2 Nini kinda ditched her love of musicals way too fast

So I just searched up Throb and realized that it's not an actual smell/perfume or whatever. My whole life is a lie.

OKAY BUT IMAGINE SOMEONE JUST COMES UP TO YOU AT A MALL AND SPRAYS PERFUME ON YOU-

EJ calling Ashlyn the bomb proves that this was filmed in 2019

Time for mental health time with Evie! Okay we see that EJ says that he's only pretending to be happy about playing Chad on his Insta story because inside he's a "bucket of sadness." It's obvious that his goal on Instagram is to seem like a person who has his life figured out and gets whatever he wants. Therefore, he says "blessed to be playing Chad" as if that's the part he wanted all along and he was expecting it.

Idk why they are so amazed by the rehearsal room

How does Miss Jenn not know that Natalie Bagley is the stage manager lol

This has bothered me since day one: Miss Jenn goes from Gb major to F major when singing We're All in This Together. Still the high note was amazing and I relate to Gina mouthing "yessss" after hearing it

"Abysmal read through, a brilliant opening night" I think a more accurate quote from my experience would be "Abysmal rehearsal, a mediocre opening night" but whatever

Big Red I mean if you took the SATs every week you would get better at it and then you could turn in your actual highest score... 😏

SEB IS SO CUTE WHEN HE SAYS I JUST WANNA RAISE THE ROOF GAHHH

Carlos and Miss Jenn just scrolling through Zac Efron's Instagram while they wait for the blocking rehearsal to start is a mood

Shouldn't Miss Jenn be reported for making two exes kiss? Especially since one of them specifically states that she doesn't want to

DATING HER DOESN'T MEAN YOU OWN HER ASHLYN QUEEN I'm currently trying to get my friend to learn that CRUSHING on her doesn't mean you own her -_-

Carlos and Gina knowing the Big Book of Broadway kinda predicts their friendship in Season 2 which is pretty cool

Honestly the dancers in this show are legendary

I think when I first watched the series, I always hated Ricky and him being all desperate until he talked about his parents going through some trouble. I like how they added that in early. It gives more depth to Ricky's character than him just chasing after Nini

How come Nini's room is twice the size of my room T_T

You can tell Gina is just talking to Ricky so she can get Gabriella but eventually later in the conversation, she gets much more real and genuine

Ricky dancing to HSM at midnight hit too close to home

Ashlyn just playing piano in the empty auditorium is somehow kinda majestic. Idk why. And she was so unpopular in Season 1. When she saw Nini, she immediately said she could leave immediately. And then in Season 2 she was the lead <3

TODAY I LEARNED THAT MISS JENN SAID BATHS KEEP ME SANE NOT BATS

Yeah I would kill for an autograph from Andrew Lloyd Weber so I'm not judging

WONDERING IS THE BEST SONG OF SEASON 1 AND I WILL FOREVER STAND BY THAT. It's so raw because it's live. Tim has wrecked that now with the autotune in Season 2 and 3. Bring back the quality from Wondering Tim

The whole gigantic package just to hold Vanessa Hudgen's (V-Hudge's... O_o") phone though

Haha Portwell was so different back then

I do think it's truly excellent that the two villains of Season 1 became two of the most beloved characters of the show.

Welp that's the end!! Btw these are now called Guac and Evie rewatches :)

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 4 years ago

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See You In My Dreams, Stranger

Sik-k smut | khh smut

Warnings: SMUT! ORAL! (f and m receiving) PUBLIC? (not really tho)

Preview: Meeting a stranger on my night walk down the river turns out to be one of the best nights of my life.

It was one of those restless nights that I’ve been dreading ever since I started attending university. I couldn’t sleep, the thought of not knowing where my life is headed keeping me awake every single night. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t brush my teeth or remember to drink water, I just felt like existence was so utterly useless when all my dreams have been swept under a rug somewhere because I was too afraid to act upon them. I’d been dreaming of becoming a translator but all the odds of the world were against me so I chose some apparently more ‘useful’ business degree that I hated with all that I had in me. Because of my perfectionism I had been attending all of my online classes and excelling at them but I felt empty, I felt like I had been contributing to everything I hated the most in this society. At the same time I was just too afraid to change my major because I felt like I had to do something impressive to the outside world, something that would make people respect me.

Just another night of endless tossing and turning, tears streaming down my face, wondering if life does ever get better than this. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, took a few steps towards the light switch in the corner of my one room apartment and pressed it. The cheap yellow light bulb lit up the room. The floor next to my mattress was covered in books I was trying to study from and my notes covered in smudged ink. I had a bad habit of crying while studying, sleeping, listening to music and showering, every activity that demanded me to be alone in my little space that had never really felt like home at all. Not much else was in that room apart from a small refrigerator, a microwave oven, my mattress, a closet and a wooden bookshelf. I also had a tiny bathroom that always smelled a bit moldy if I forgot to spray the air freshener three times a day.

I decided to go for a walk along the river as it became clear I wasn’t getting a second of sleep in that night. I hastily put on my black leggings and a hoodie with my high school’s logo on it. I desperately needed to get away from my own thoughts so I grabbed my phone and my earphones that were tied into little knots as always. I couldn’t afford the wireless ones because my scholarship was kept safe in my bank account where I was saving every last cent just in case I decided to drop out and go move to...run away to a foreign country where my name sounds like a whisper of the distant wind. As I was locking my door I heard one of the neighbors flush their toilets. Most of them were students like me or people living on part-time jobs, I never really met any of them, they were just familiar faces I would probably forget in a year after moving out.

The streets were quiet, only the sounds of air conditioners and an occasional motorbike or a car passing by me. I checked my phone to see the time, the picture of my favourite singer’s face lighting up my screen: 3.30am. Of course other parts of the city were probably very much alive at this time of the night but my area was populated only by grocery stores, cafes and libraries, not a single club in sight. The only lights I could see where streetlights and some LED signs. I headed towards the river trying to untie my headphones. I put them in my ears and decided to lose myself in the beats of one of those hyped-up rap songs. I put the volume up just so it was a bit uncomfortable and let my ears adjust to the blasting music.

I finally reached the riverside and started walking along the flow of the water. I couldn’t hear it but it still resonated with my mind better than the rustling sound of the city. There was a road along the river that ended somewhere within the green forest because the are was populated with some important bird species that I could never remember the name of. I sat on the bench at the beginning of that forest, my mind still dissolved in the loud beats coming out of my earphones. Even though my ears were covered with a thick layer of my long brown hair I was sure the music could be heard by anyone standing within a 1 meter ratio. I didn't mind, it was 4 am, people were either asleep or sloppily making out in a club somewhere far away. Thinking about the things I was missing out on started to become louder than the music and I let my tears fall. I was overworked, overwhelmed and empty, I couldn't keep it in. Not that I ever tried. I had never been good at hiding my emotions.

Looking at the night view of the city on the other side reflecting on the surface of the river, getting lost in my thoughts, I felt the bench move ever so slightly under my body. I looked to the side and almost fainted at the sight of a dark shadow sitting beside me. My heart started beating and I stood up to leave in case it was a stranger trying to talk to me in the middle of the night. As I took my first step away from the bench the person lightly touched the fabric of my sleeve. I looked back at him. I was certain it was a man judging by his broad shoulders and a black cap on his head. I removed my headphones, my heart still beating as if I had been running for the last 3 hours. "Excuse me. I wasn't trying to bother you or anything. I just like to look at the city at night when my head gets all crowded and I can't think straight. Don't go just because of me." His voice was deep and raspy but had an elegant tone to it, it felt calm but distant as if he had been lost in thought. He was looking at me and the lights of the city were playfully jumping around in his eyes but his expression was the complete opposite. He seemed broken. I couldn’t let myself leave him, partly because he seemed significantly depressed and partly because he was astonishingly beautiful. My feet were unable to move, I stood there for a moment contemplating my options but my gut feeling sat me down next to him.

As we were sitting, each on one side of the bench, looking at the sparkly surface of the river my heart calmed down and minutes passed, none of us speaking, just the sound of the river mixed with my music flowing through the night air. "You were crying." He stated with a regretful tone, almost whispering. My cheeks flushed with warmth, I looked at his profile, him still staring at the waves. "I just thought I was alo-" "Don't. Feelings aren't something to be ashamed of. They're just as much a part of you as your legs and arms are. If people feel burdened it's usually their problem because they've never been faced by their own emotions. They just don't know how to act and feel uncomfortable." He talked slowly and didn't bother looking at me. It felt like his words were directed at the universe or at himself just at the general direction he was speaking, he looked so lost. I didn't notice I was staring until he looked at my eyes and smiled. It was one of those crooked smiles, filled with a certain type of worry I couldn't identify. "You can tell me why you were crying. I probably won't remember tomorrow anyway. I can lend you my ears for tonight, maybe I'll forget all about my own problems." His gaze moved back to the view as he sat back and crossed his arms on his chest. At that moment I felt like telling him every little thing about my life. It had been so long since I had anyone who would just listen without the constant urge to solve my problems but just LISTEN. I stopped myself. "I won't let you get off the hook that easy. I have a feeling that you're the one not facing your own problems. Why don't you lean on someone for a change?" I said, determined to make him speak. He looked at me from the side and his head slowly followed his gaze, his eyebrows furrowing just so much I could notice. The anticipation of hearing his raspy voice that felt so familiar and kind made me turn off my music. This man that sat next to me just a moment ago suddenly awakened my curiosity. It took a while for him to speak as we were maintaining a really intense eye contact for what felt as hours. I was able to inspect every milimeter of his dark cat-like eyes. "You're good at reading people, I'll give you that." He smiled and turned back to face the view. "I'm just under a lot of pressure. People expect a lot from me, that's all...and sometimes it can get really frustrating when I can't really reach those expectations. Sometimes it feels like there are so many people doing my thing better than me, it scares me." He put his hands in the pockets of his black sweater still staring at something in the distance. I wasn't sure what to say but he also didn't expect me to say anything. He needed someone to listen and I was there to supply. I asked: "And what would your 'thing' be exactly?" in an effort to get to know more about this mysterious creature in front of me. "Music. I make music for a living." His eyes now focused on his shoes while he bit his lips in an effort not to smile. I finally realized why his voice sounded so familiar, it was freaking Kwon Minsik, Sik-k, Korea's best rapper, sitting next to me staring at the Han river. My hand automatically covered my mouth as I inhaled. I was trying to calm myself down. He probably heard my playlist which was full of his songs and it made me feel so embarrassed, my cheeks flushing with heat again. He tried really hard to hide his cocky smile as he turned his face away from me, looking into the woods on the other side. After a few minutes he asked: "So now are you going to tell me why you were crying?" He was facing me, looking at my eyes attentively like a little boy waiting for instructions from his teacher. I was still to shy to maintain eye contact so I looked at my hands on my lap. I told him my story about how lost and useless I felt in life. I told him about feeling lonely and scared about my future. I told him everything.

Before I knew it tears started to emerge from my eyes again and I tried really hard not to look at Minsik who was still facing me, one of his arms resting on the back of the bench. I cracked. I cracked in front of a man I respected the most. It was embarrassing but also liberating, I was done trying to impress the world. I dropped my head, defeated. Next thing I felt was his warm hand on my cheek, gently wiping the trail of my tears. I froze for a bit, my eyes widening at the sudden proximity of his body. I didn't even notice him getting closer before he put his hand on my face. He was sitting right next to me, the sides of our thighs touching ever so slightly. I could hear my heart rate getting faster and louder. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t control it. I looked at him and he removed his hand, still looking at me with his furrowed eyebrows, a concerned expression drawing on his face. "I'm sorry. You probably think I'm just being childish, crying at something as trivial as my major." I said with a shaky voice. "Don't ever say sorry for your feelings ever again, you hear me? And besides, I don't think it's stupid, I think it's just very important to you. You want to set goals for yourself but you're too afraid that you're not going to reach them so you just let them go. I would obviously tell you to go for what feels right and figure it out but that won't make you feel secure and I bet a lot of other people in your life told you this before." He replied with his deep raspy voice that I loved so much. He was so close. I could feel every breath on the surface of my cheek, his left arm was lying behind me on the back of the bench, it was almost like a hug. I couldn’t think straight anymore, my thoughts were intertwined with the smell of his cologne and the heat of his body so close to mine. He didn't feel like a stranger, he felt like someone who'd known me for years. I buried my face into my hands so I wouldn't make any thoughtless mistakes. Suddenly, he moved away from me, I couldn’t feel the proximity of his body anymore, the cold night air embracing my whole being. I peeked up from my palms. He was still looking at me with concern in his eyes, saying: "Sorry, I probably got too close for comfort, I'm not used to this kind of emotional thing, you know?" I felt a desperate need for physical touch, maybe it was the cold air, the anxiety or his perfect stature or maybe it was a mix of both but I straightened my back and looked directly into his eyes. It was so unlike me to be this bold but my body automatically moved closer to his.

He didn't move even when my face was only ten centimeters away from his. His expression changed, his forehead relaxing, his eyelids closing halfway when I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. He grabbed onto it like he was holding on for his dear life and it made me want him more. I stopped, looking down at his lips when he pulled himself closer. His smooth lips crashing into mine made me lean back but he was only getting closer until he pinned me to the wooden bench beneath us. It was a passionate kiss, his hands didn't limit themselves to my thighs but discovered the hot surface of my skin under my hoodie. I felt a certain kind of euphoria, the kind you only get to experience when you do something completely out of character for you but turns out to be the best thing you could have possibly done.

As our kiss was getting more heated and his hands were groping my breasts for a couple of minutes the heat between my legs was getting unbearable. I could feel one of his hands roam down to my thigh and up to my ass where he got the grip to grind against me. Our lips and tounges still inseparable, I played along and grinded my heat against his growing buldge until I heard his raspy growls which sent shivers down my spine. As our tempo aligned we started breathing heavily and his lips left mine but relocated to my neck, definitely leaving more than just the incredibly pleasing pain. There was only a couple of pieces of clothing seperating us but the longing was excruciating. I started tugging on the collar of his black hoodie, trying to stop him as his lips attacked my collarbone. "Stop...I can'...I can't take it." I said with a soft voice in between my moans. His hips stopped moving immediately and he pushed himself above me so we were looking face to face, his body still on top of me. The loss of friction left me feeling needy. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to be this fast, I just thought-" I got up and laid a small kiss on his lips mid-sentence. "Come to my place." I whispered in his ear. I hadn't gotten to know this part of me before but that night felt different. Maybe it was the stream of emotions I had just shared with this stranger on top of me or the tone of his voice or the feeling of the cold night breeze but I didn't want to spend this morning alone.

When we finally arrived at my door he was standing so close to me I almost held my breath trying to get myself to collect my thoughts. I swear I could hear his heartbeat like it was my own, his lips suddenly tracing the curve of my neck as I was trying to insert the right passcode. I couldn’t even focus in my own hands as his were holding me around the waist so it took me a few moments to find the right digits. When the holy sound of the door lock unlocking echoed in the hallway he already pressed the knob in a hurry and pushed me inside. Because my one room apartment was so small it only took our intertwined bodies a solid 30 seconds to hit the mattress. He was planting sloppy kisses down my collar bone as I was tugging at his hoodie, trying to set him free of it. He stopped for a moment only to get up and remove it. The moonlight from outside my small window caressing his elegant body, lighting him up from the back like he was some beastly creature of the night taking advantage of my sadness. I couldn’t move, he was sitting on top of me, his face was covered in darkness but I knew he was watching me. "Do you have any idea how freaking beautiful you look in this light?" His raspy whisper made me quiver. I smiled and looked away while my body was hungry for his touch. I wasn't ready to show it.

He slowly got up with his hands trailing the shape of my thighs until he was holding me behind the knees, still looking at me. I felt his hands pull my leggings of as if it was the easiest thing in the whole entire world. He then proceeded to playfully pull at my panties, rubbed my knot and lowered his face to blow at my growing heat, my legs almost immediately trying to close at the sudden pleasure. He held them open while licking my folds twice, trying to see my reaction. I couldn’t hold in my moans and my spine curved in-synch with my breathing. It was something I haven't felt in forever, not like this, not this strong. I grabbed onto his hair and he seemed to read the ques as he got rid of the piece of fabric. His tounge was doing circles around my clit making me see fireworks and probably tugging at his hair with both hands so much that his scalp was in pain. He got me shaking in a matter of minutes and it was the best high I've ever experienced, sending all kinds of shivers down my skin, leaving me panting. He was far from done though.

"You taste so good, baby girl," he said unknowing of the affect it had on me. I got up to unzip his pants (which he more than willingly helped me with). I traced my fingers down his perfect abs to the hem of his boxers and lower, tracing his hard member while inspecting his face. As soon as I grabbed it through the fabric with my whole hand his eyelids shut closed and his head fell back in pleasure. I pulled him to the mattress and got on top of him trying to grind at his boxers, making them soaking wet. Then I got up to remove the rest of his clothing. I proceeded to trace my tounge along his shaft and sucking on his member, enjoying his growls. His hands were grabbing the sheets and the veins on his forearms and neck were starting to protrude. Every now and then a soft "fuck~" escaped his mouth, motivating me to keep going. Then he suddenly stopped me, saying: "I need to come inside of you, grab my wallet." Instead, I got up to open one of my drawers where I was saving a pack of condoms, praying they would fit him. I handed one to him and he was so quick about it, it got me thinking just how many girls he gets to play around with like this every night. The thought escaped my mind when he stood up to hold me around the waist, slowly pulling me back to bed with him. He undressed me, pulling my hoodie over my head only to discover I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. His dark eyes glowed with passion as he greabbed one of my nipples, tugging at it while kissing me sloppily. He threw me on the mattress and got on top of me. My body was heated up completely, I couldn’t even feel the night breeze coming from the opened window. He licked my sensitive nipples a few more times before aligning himself with my entrance and pushing inside of me. The fireworks from before were nothing compared to the utter pleasure I felt at that exact moment, Sik-k filling me up perfectly. My head fell back in moans and my back curved up again. I could have sworn I saw stars playing in the darkness of my eyelids. All I heard him say was: "Fuck..." He took his time waiting for me to adjust and started to quicken his pace while adjusting the angle. One of his hands was stroking my stomach and the other was holding onto my ass. I tried to mimic his movements, increasing the fraction of our bodies. The moans escaping our mouths felt so unholy they made it even more passionate. "I'm going to- I'm close!" I squealed throught the moans which made him go even harder and faster. My whole body tensed up and I grabbed onto the bedsheets pulling them off. His dick was starting to twitch inside of me, hitting all the right spots and I knew he was trying his best to make me come first which was a rare experience. I opened my eyes seeing him focused on me with his furrowed eyebrows, sweat dripping down the side of his jawline. My body was caught up in a wave of shivers, the walls of my pussy tightening so much it got him shaking as well. We were both just trying to ride out our highs with the last strenght we had. It was sweaty and suffocating but liberating at the same time, all of our thoughts disappearing for these unthinkable moments of pleasure. His hot body collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths again. "This was amazing." I told him in between breaths. He rolled over me to remove the condom and, to my surprise, came right back to lie beside me, his arms hugging me from behind. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear: "See you in my dreams, stranger."

#sik-k #minsik #khh #fanfiction #sik-k fanfiction #khh fanfiction #korean hip hop #khiphop #kwon minsik #korean #권민식 #민식 #식케이

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masterwords · 4 years ago

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Blaze Like Meteors

Warnings: Alcohol and some sexual harassment. This chapter is pretty tame but it's about to get pretty unpleasant.

Notes: Ask and ye shall receive. I was far more inspired to get this going than I was to continue The Louder the Better today, so you get this. Yeah, we'll get two WIPs going and you won't know which one you're getting a chapter of each day. This is going to be at least two parts, maybe three. Inspired by the anon ask for Hotch & Morgan fake dating for a case and ending in a confession. I'M ABOUT IT. (Title comes from Dylan Thomas' poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night") 2340 words.

“Chocolate Thunder? Do you read me Chocolate Thunder?”

“Yes, Garcia, loud and clear. You know you're only patched in to my ear piece, no one else can hear you...” Morgan fiddled with the bud in his ear, adjusting it slightly so it didn't bother him so much. No matter how many times he wore one, it always hurt. Why the FBI couldn't improve their technology along with all other ear bud manufacturers was beyond him and he pressed it harder, twisted it until it was wedged in tight and easily missed by anyone looking at him.

“Okay but you need to use my code name, we talked about this. If I'm going to let you go out and do this...this thing...”

“My job...”

“THIS THING...then code names. You promised.”

“Garcia, I can't talk to you when I'm out there, you know that. It's going to be fine. Hotch and I can take care of ourselves, and we've got plenty of backup if anything goes wrong.”

He heard her sigh and grunt loudly, heard the clicking of her fingers on the keyboard, and he could feel the heat of her frustration from the next room. He stood up and sauntered toward her door, not bothering to knock before entering her lair.

“Penelope...” he said softly, standing just inside the doorway, arms folded over his chest, cutting an imposing figure in the shadows of her machines. “You giving me the silent treatment isn't really how it works either. Do I need to get JJ to do this instead?” That was all it took before she spun around in her chair and narrowed her eyes at Morgan. If she hadn't been wearing a fuzzy chartreuse sweater and rainbow glasses, he might be intimidated, but he just wanted to wrap her in a hug and assure her it was going to be okay, that he and Hotch would both walk away from this assignment with a fun story to tell and nothing more.

In Hotch's office, Rossi was trying to talk him out of it. “This is rural North Carolina, Aaron, not New York City.”

“I'm aware of where we're headed,” was Hotch's soft reply as he double checked his go bag for the clothing he would need. “Are you ready to go?”

“There has to be another way. There is dangerous and then there is just plain stupid. You're on target to hit both in record time.”

“I'll see you on the jet, Dave.”

The highway stretched out before them, their old rust bucket barreling down the abandoned stretch of highway. A mile or so behind them a nondescript work van followed, hardly trying to keep up with Morgan and his lead foot, just trying to keep them in view. Hotch rested in the passenger seat, flipping through the case file on his lap, brow furrowed. He knew he would be the main target and he wanted as much information about the unsubs and the methods they used committed to memory as he could before they arrived at the bar. The car smelled like cigarette butts and incense, and the leather bucket seat had holes from dropped cigarettes peppering the space between he and Morgan. The State Troopers had pulled the car out of the impound lot for the occasion, empty beer cans and parking tickets in the dash and all. It was set to go to auction though Hotch thought it was better suited to the scrap yard but who was he to judge.

“Wish my mind worked like Reid's,” Hotch muttered, and Morgan laughed, shaking his head. He closed the case file and let his head fall back against the seat. He was already exhausted and they hadn't even gotten started yet.

“No,” Morgan said softly, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. “You don't.”

Miles stretched out, and soon the nothing gave way to farmhouses dotting the hillside and a looming water tower at the edge of the horizon. “We're getting close,” Hotch announced, peering at the GPS on his phone. The bar was just beyond the hill they were preparing to crest. Twilight sun pooled on the burnt straw and the asphalt radiated heat in waves ahead of them like a black sea. Hotch felt his insides twist along with the road, winding the serpentine path up and then down, and the bar came into view. A speck of neon lights and pick up trucks in the vast sea of nothing. Morgan pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the van to come up behind them, agents spilling out into the arid summer heat. Hotch kicked at a dead crow on the side of the road, nudging it into the dried grass and watching as the feasting insects did their best to follow their food. That could be him by tomorrow morning, he thought with a grim sort of satisfaction. Lying on the side of some forgotten highway, belly full of maggots. He couldn't tell you why his mind detoured like that so often, but he kept it to himself and approached the agents milling around, waiting for him to speak.

“You guys sure about this?” Rossi asked, giving them one more opportunity to back out. Hotch shot him a scowl that just said not again (look at me, Rossi, I'm already dressed for the part just shut up) and looked at Reid and Garcia expectantly.

“Are you two ready?”

“Are you?” Prentiss asked, butting in, narrowing her eyes at Hotch. She'd been too quiet since they'd hatched their plan with the North Carolina State Troopers, but she'd been throwing looks, rolling her eyes, clearly displeased with their idea. Morgan rolled his eyes and stepped in front of Hotch.

“Cut it out, guys. We're doing this. Now that bar up there is getting hit tonight, we know it, they've hit every Wednesday night for the last three weeks and if Reid's calculations are right, this is it, this is our chance. If we don't go in there, someone else will get hurt and we know it. Does everyone understand their role? We don't get outta there safely I'm coming for you clowns.”

“Morgan,” Hotch said softly, taking the conversation back. “Let's go. The sun is setting, if we don't get there soon they'll already have selected their targets.”

To anyone in the bar, they just looked like locals. Morgan sauntered in with his t-shirt ripped and covered in axle grease, carpenter pants holding all sorts of tools and weapons and a trucker's cap that had seen better days, advertising a beer that hadn't been popular since the 1970s. His boots were covered in splotches of paint and grease and the tread was filled with mud and grass. Hotch stood beside him, Morgan's hand slipped effortlessly beneath the flannel shirt around his waist and into the back pocket of his worn, ripped up jeans slung just a little too low on his waist. His t-shirt bore the mark of a faded Misfits logo and his converse sneakers had seen better days. They made their way to the bar and asked for two of whatever beer was on special, it wasn't often you could drink for a dollar anymore but on this abandoned stretch of highway they found themselves pleasantly surprised. It might have been piss beer, but it got you drunk just the same. Sometimes better, it went down a lot faster when you didn't care to taste it. They both downed their first glasses right there and asked for another round before making their way into the crowd, to sway along with everyone else to the sounds of the southern rock cover band up on the stage. From further away, they appeared to look just like any other band you'd expect at some summertime outdoor festival, but up close their years betrayed them. They croaked out song after song, throwing out slow jams more often than anything heavy, and it was all just familiar enough that Morgan and Hotch could sway along together, all hands and beer breath and smiles. This wasn't their first go at this charade, they fell into it easier and easier each time they were asked to do it. Hotch finished his beer first and drug Morgan back to the bar with him, hands twisted together between them, and he walked with an easy swagger that didn't come naturally to him, he'd had to work on it over the years. Two more beers, and they could feel eyes on them now from somewhere. No one close by, everyone in the crowd was wholly immersed in their own little game of groping, some to the point of being what Hotch would consider indecent, but then, this was not his stomping ground.

“To your right,” came Reid's voice in Hotch's ear, and he glanced slowly until he saw the smaller man just a few feet away from him, stepping anxiously from foot to foot, fidgeting. Every so often his eyes darted to where Hotch stood and then away, almost shamefully. Hotch bumped Morgan a little, inclined his head, and Morgan nodded. “He's been watching you for a while,” Reid said and Hotch squeezed Morgan's hand just a little tighter, his attention ahead again on the stage. He watched the singer light up a joint, take a long drag, and pass it around the stage. He blew the smoke out of his nostrils like a big hairy dragon before leaping into the next song, and the fidgety little man stepped closer to Hotch, slipping between people until he was close enough to give Hotch goosebumps.

“You're not from here,” the man stammered and Hotch flashed his biggest smile, twinkling eyes downcast momentarily and shrugged.

“Just passing through,” he offered, and the man nodded nervously, accepting the answer without further questions. Instead, he changed the subject.

“You guys game for a round of pool? My buddies and I are always lookin' for new blood.” Interesting choice of words, Hotch thought bitterly.

“I could smack some balls around,” Morgan declared and Hotch felt his neck flush, he'd forgotten exactly how embarrassing Morgan could be when he put in even minimal effort. “Your friends just wanna wipe the table with some outta towners?”

The smaller man smiled and shrugged, shifting his weight from foot to foot again. “Yeah. Somethin' like that. Beers on us, my buddy's dad owns the place.”

“Can't turn down hospitality like that. I'm Derek, this is Aaron...what's your name?”

“James,” he replied, leading them away from the crowded floor still swaying in unison to another song that sounded just like the thirty before it. Maybe it was all the same song, neither of them could tell for sure.

“Whiskey?” James asked, handing a shot to Hotch, while Morgan readied their pool cues. They clinked their glasses together and shot the amber liquid quickly back. There was a moment that Hotch wondered if something had been done to his drink, they hadn't found anything in the victims' systems but all of those drugs were metabolized so quickly and these unsubs held their victims long enough that it wouldn't ever show. Still, he felt safe with Morgan, knew that they wouldn't target him in the same way so at least one of them would have a clear head. If he got sick, he got sick, he had a job to do and that came with a certain level of risk. Maybe his tolerance for risk taking was a little higher than the bureau would prefer, but here he was. Hotch smacked his lips together, swallowing the musky burn of the smoky liquid and set the glass down. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his eyes up at Morgan now standing beside him, arm looping around his shoulders protectively.

“Let's cool it, baby, we got a long ride ahead of us tonight...” he cooed, pressing his face against Hotch's head, breathing in the soapy scent. He'd always loved the way Hotch smelled, the way he never bothered with cologne, he just smelled simple and clean like soap and a hint of dryer sheets.

“We gonna do this thing or what?” The question came from one of the other men, the bigger men who looked almost like mirror images of each other to Hotch's fuzzy eyes. They were the size of mountains, with shoulders that joined directly to their ears and Hotch imagined himself in one of their shirts, a tiny smirk playing across his features when he realized the shirts would easily come down to his knees. Morgan handed him a pool cue and they set to, each of them taking a turn, shit talking, laughing, and the piss beer flowed like water through them. Hotch bent over, angling for his shot, and felt one of the bigger men come up behind him, thick meaty hands grabbing at his sides, pressing into his sharp hip bones and he leaned in close.

“You gonna sink it?” he asked, his beer breath hot on the back of Hotch's neck. Suppressing a shiver, Hotch did his best to ignore the imposition and rammed his pool cue back just enough that it hit the man square in the belly, gentle enough not to be confrontational though he'd wanted to put it clean through.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Can I get a little space?”

“Sure thing, darlin',” the man replied, giving Hotch's hips a quick squeeze before he backed up, just enough not to get hit again but not nearly enough for Hotch's comfort. Morgan watched the scene play out, anger gnawing at his insides, using every ounce of strength inside of him to keep his feet firmly planted where they were when all he wanted to do was leap across the table and take the man's head off right between his second and third chin.

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#criminal minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #mortch

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blubberingmess · 4 years ago

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Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x male!reader

Summary: It's just you having a crush on 1940s!Bucky. A prologue of a series I was working on.

Note: This is a draft I made before my chibi!Bucky. I never bothered to post it because of lack of motivation until now because I'm having a writer's block 😗✌ Also, yes, it doesn't have title, I'm sorry about that.

Warnings: cursing and very slight mention of sucking ones dick.

A low growl emits from within you as you watched Davis pushed the blonde on the pavement, the young man fell with a pained groan as he holds his side. You see, you're not the guy who likes to pick random fights on the street; not the kind of guy your ma raised you, but it's a lie if you said you don't want to punch Davis in the balls right now.

"Back at it again, I see." Both males to turn their heads at the sound of your voice. "Daddy didn't gave you attention back home? Ah," you shook your head and ducked your chin down, smirking to yourself when you saw him balling his fists.

"Who could blame him? Even I can't keep my eyes on you for two seconds." Eyes drifting off to the side with a grimace, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Atleast I have a father, (L/n). How about you? Can't keep mommy from whoring around Brooklyn?" The taller guy sneers, attention now turned towards you and completely ignored the the blonde behind him next to the crates - good.

The insult didn't falter you one bit and kept your chin up high, cocking your head to the side. "Believe in whatever you want to believe in, Davis. Atleast I'm not the one who's fucking my own mom."

His face reddens in anger, an ugly scowl on his face as he growls a menacing"Why you little" before he lunges at you. You sigh and took a step back making him punched the air instead, his large fist an inch away from your face before you took your chance and step forward, giving a quick yet strong punch square on his nose.

The blonde can only stare as Davis whimpers while pinching his nose to prevent the blood from coming out.

"You punch like a girl!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." You winked which only made Davis pinched his eyebrows together in confusion.

He scoffed. "I'm not done with you," you hissed before running out from the alley with a broken nose.

Looking up from his scratched up palms, Steve noticed you walking towards him with a worried expression on your face. It surprised the blond for it's the first time someone outside his home-- other than Bucky-- is looking at him with concern.

"Hey, you alright?" You softly asked, crouching down in front of him and gently placing your hand on his right shoulder.

Steve nodded his head and was about to thank you when he saw a large, familiar hand grasp you by the shoulder and yanked you up from your crouching position in front of Steve.

You let out a groan the moment your back hits the brick wall behind you, two hands now tightly gripping your shoulders making you slightly wince in pain. Opening your eyes, you immediately felt your face warmed up at the sight in front of you.

Such a fine young man; sharp jaws, curly dark brown hair, clean shaven, and eyes that just made you want to knee down and worship him in... different kinds of way.

Fuck, hopefully he won't noticed how your face reddens but you doubt he didn't considering the close proximity of both of your faces; an inch or two.

"Hi, can't help but notice you picking on my friend right there. Any problem here pal?" His voice is calm yet there's an absolute threat hidden behind those words. He practically hissed the last word out, eyes slightly narrowing at you.

Ignoring how intense his blue eyes are, you growled, pushing him off of you just enough to make him stumble a few feet away.

"Well y'see, I just so happened to be passing by when I saw your friend's face close to meeting Jenkins' fist and decided to be a good Samaritan and helped him," you growled. "You're welcome, pal."

The pretty guy stares at you for a moment before glancing at his friend who's now standing on his feet, nodding his head at your explanation.

"He's telling the truth, Buck."

This Buck guy averted his eyes back at you, giving you a once over. You can't help but felt your whole body stiffened at his intense look before it settled back at your eyes.

"Thanks. Sorry for pushing you up against the wall like that."

"That's okay." I don't mind.

He grins at you before outstretching his hand at your direction. "James Buchanan Barnes or you can call me Bucky, my friend here is Steve." He gestures towards the quiet blonde beside the two of you, too busy swiping off dirt on his two size too big of a coat.

So this is The James Buchanan Barnes? Not gonna lie, this guy is handsome. No wonder dames kept talking about him at work; sadly he's straight as a pole.

Your eyes flickered down on his hand then back up before grasping it with your surprisingly smaller ones, giving it a single shake before pulling away after telling him your name.

How his hand stayed outstretched mid-air for a few seconds too long than necessary didn't go unnoticed by you. You flashed him the bright smile you know that makes any dame-- and also some men-- around you sigh and swoon.

Wouldn't hurt to give it a try right?

"Nice to meet ya, Bucky. Steve" Turning to Steve, you add with a soft but stern look on your face, "Don't go around picking up fights, especially Jenkins and his goons."

"No promises, buy sure. Thanks again, (Y/n)." The blonde lightly waves at you with a thankful smile on his face.

You look at Bucky and almost laughed at the strange look on his face as he silently stares at you, eyes laced with confusion and inner conflict.

A look you knew all too well.

When Steve can't go with one of your 'pals nightly hang outs'-- as you drunkly named it-- because of his health, it'll just going be you and Bucky, which you both don't mind at all.

It's been a year since your first meeting with the two and the three of you became friends real quick, especially you and Bucky. The two learned that just like Bucky, you are also a ladies-man and it irked Steve at first but then quickly accepts that he's the 'less attractive' of the your small group of three, which you both always deny with all seriousness.

Because let's be honest, Steve is cute, people just don't see it and always judge the book by it's cover.

The two of you are currently on the roof of your house, just laughing and joking around like you usually do. The roof has been one of the best quiet place for the three of you to hang out, just drinking(you and Bucky), eating, and talking there all night.

One time Bucky and you slept on the roof while Steve is inside your room sleeping on your bed when the rain started pouring--

You felt a droplet hits your cheek, then another before you felt it all over your body. Sitting up straight-- still half-asleep-- you suddenly felt your whole body being drenched in water. Widening your eyes at the realization, you snapped your head to your side where you saw Bucky's still sound asleep and snoring.

Before a loud boom of thunder was heard, that's when he scrambles up and tugged you inside the window by your hand.

"Wake up you meatball! It's raining!" It didn't wake him up making you frustrated, but also amused.

A smack on the face woke him up, eyes opening wide and stares up at yours. You thought Bucky would quickly scramble up when he noticed the rain falling down on the both of you but no, he just stares up at you in awe; soaking wet, hair sticking on your forehead and looking down at him like... like an angel.

"Why didn't you tell me, punk?!"

"What?! I smacked you in the face three times!"

--"Wait, Is it true that your mother was..." Bucky trails off, not wanting to offend you.

"Aunt, actually. And yes she is, but not in Brooklyn though; Queens," you explained, leaning back on your arms as you look up at the stars as you continued.

"This house was my grandma's, said that she wanted to give it me for my 18th birthday. My aunt didn't know about this though, I don't let her knowing she would immediately sell this as soon as she sees the letters."

Bucky nodded his head as he listened to your story intently.

"How did ya suddenly ended up here in Brooklyn if you're from Queens? Of you don't mind me asking." Bucky side-glancing at you with curiosity. He took a bite of the sandwich you've made, clearly liking how it taste considering he already ate two of them in fifteen minutes.

You pursed your lips together, contemplating if you should tell him the truth or not - You decided to go 50/50.

"Lets just say I was kicked out for a reason she can't accept. Ever." Bucky knows not to push you, thinking it's a sensitive topic to talk about. So he decided to change it.

"Is it true though?"

You swing your gaze from the stars and to the pair of blues next to you, gulping nervously. "What?"

The brunette leans his body towards you, eyes intently locked into yours. You beg whoever is watching you right now to make your heart slow down even for just a tad bit, it's getting out of control the more he leans in.

What's he doing? Is he going to kiss you? It takes you all the willpower in your body to not smack your lips against his right this instance.

"That Davis' fucking her mother?" Bucky asked in a hushed tone, nose an inch away from yours. The question brings you back from your day dream and grimace in disgust at the mention of Jenkins. The scrunched up look on your face made Bucky grin widely, showing the faint wrinkles in the corner of his eyes.

"Step-mother," you corrected. "But who knows? The way he acts whenever I mention it gave me all the answers I need-- or don't, actually."

Even after answering his question, he still didn't lean away and kept the close distance between the two of you. Blue eyes flickering down to your lips so fast you almost didn't see it, but you did, and even saw how the tip of his tongue lightly licks his lips. It gave you a spark of hope that maybe--

"You smell like spam."

You growled and pushed him away, profusely blushing at his comment. "Get off me, punk!" Bucky started to laugh hysterically while clutching his stomach.

"Alright, no more sandwiches for you."

"Wha-- I'm only joking, shorty!"

"I'm not short! I'm an average height. You're just taller than me for like... three inches."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say, shorty-- ouch!"

You are glaring down at your lap while Bucky sat next to you with a frown on his face. The two of you are currently sitting on the roof, both with a forlorn look on your faces.

"Can't back up now. Been wanting to be a soldier for years now, like my pa." Did he though? He did, yes. But why do he feel reluctant about going now? Whatever, it's not like he could just quit. He'll be shipping off tomorrow morning, there's no turning back now.

"I know." You groaned, tilting your head up in exasperation. "If I wasn't so chicken-hearted I would've come with you, but being a soldier is just... not my thing."

"You could pack a hefty punch y'know. Broke not just those punks' nose but also mine three times within our six years of friendship." You knew he's just trying to lighten up the mood, but you knew better.

"Maybe the reason why I punch so hard is because of how many doughs I have to beat up and roll around every single day." You began punching the air like there's someone in front of you, laughing at your childishness before looking up at Bucky with a more genuine smile on your face.

You chuckled for both of your sake, bumping his shoulder with yours. "Yeah I did. But I much prefer baking rather than breaking random guys' noses. These hands aren't made for that sort of thing, it's too soft, too... feminine."

Lifting your hands up to emphasize your words, showing them to Bucky who just stare at your hands with a look you can't decipher.

What did he wanted to say?

You felt your breath hitched when you saw that he's already looking at you with that strange, conflicted look in his eyes again, but a bit softer this time.

He always gaze at you with that same look in his eyes and it never failed to make your heart flutter each time.

You watched as his lips open then closed a few times, not knowing how to form the words he wanted to say.

"You'll still be here when I come back right?" He widen his eyes at his own words before hastily adding, "w-with Steve, of course."

You scoffed good-naturedly at his question. "Of course you meatball. Where would I possibly go?"

You hummed, looking down at your shoes. "Can't really see myself being a father-- a husband even." Bucky furrowed his eyebrows together as you speak, confused as to why you would think such things. You're great with kids and treat ladies right like a real man should.

He shrugs. "I don't know, travel the world? Maybe even marry the woman of your dreams, have a kid or two."

Oh Bucky, you're so cute... and also freakishly dump. You're surprised for until now he still doesn't know you're gay.

You'd always stare at men longer than the pretty dames in the bar or the streets. Heck, you even flirted at Bucky from time to time but he would always tell himself that it's just you being friendly.

Joke's on you pal, I wanted to suck your dick so bad since the first time I laid my eyes on you.

Your eyes landed back up at him. "What about you, Bucky? Want to be a husband someday? A father?"

"If I make it back alive." Somehow, his truthful answer made your heart clench for two different reasons.

One, he is straight.

The small spark of hope in your heart falters to almost nothing, a sign that you should give up on this fruitless feelings of yours.

Two, he thinks he'll never make it back alive.

"If you don't, I'll go there myself and punch your in the face until you wake up."

"Of course you are, bud." You gave him the glare he's all too familiar with.

Never once a day passed with you not giving him that glare, it's quite amusing and almost comical on his opinion, like that look is just made for him and him only.

The not-so-threatening threat pulls a loud guffaw from Bucky, leaning his head back and placing a hand on his stomach. Even at times like this you somehow always manages to make him laugh, it made him realize how much he'll really miss you when has gone.

"Is that a threat, boy?" He uses the nickname hate so much, makes you feel like a child.

"Its a promise." You smirked.

Bucky shakes his head at you, scooting closer and placing his arm on your shoulders. Instinctively, you lean closer to him, but not to close though.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, watching as the street below you began buzzing with people and cars.

"Did I ever told you that you look great in that uniform?"

"A couple of times, yes."

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years ago

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Bat Shit Crazy (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: language, sub/dom dynamic, large age gap, smut, choking kink, violence/fighting, injuries/blood, hypersexual reader, mentions of death?

Summary: Bucky is back from a mission he was sent on without you. He works hard to get you back on your routine.

Notes: This fic is dark, and it only gets darker. This is more Winter Soldier Bucky in terms of behavioral traits and dynamics with other characters. This is not a soft lovey dovey style fic, and if that bothers you DO NOT READ.

Masterlist

Part One:

The night is young, the summer air is humid, you've swapped out your jeans for a pair of fray end shorts, tennis shoes scuffing against the pavement as you shuffle your feet, waiting.

You've been craving a bit of freedom, some wind in your hair, something intoxicating in your system, and that led you right to Tony Stark. You batted your eyelashes the best you could, pretty please, can we borrow your car for the night? Honestly, you don't have a plan. All you know is that you feel suffocated sitting around on base. You feel old, tired, missing and craving the feeling of adrenaline in your veins.

So as soon as the jet returns to HQ, you're grabbing Bucky by the collar of his shirt and dragging him out to the sight of a bright orange Audi that makes him groan in disbelief. A knowing look graces his features, and he almost feels bad for the guy. Because if there's anything you're good at, it's getting your way, and Bucky had basically signed himself up for it. But Stark? He had no idea what you were truly capable of.

"I'm not going to ask how you managed to get it," He says, hand catching your waist and pulling you to stop before you can get inside, "But I am going to ask, where are we going?"

He's still in his tactical gear, a gun on his hip, dirt and blood smeared across his skin, he smells like gun powder and sweat, and you can't resist the urge to just kiss him. So you do, hands in his hair, pulling him down into a searing kiss that pulls a strangled sound from the back of his throat. He hasn't seen you in days, and he's more exhausted than he's used to being. But he can tell you're restless, the chaos in your bones convincing you to basically seduce Stark and take his car to do who knows what in the cover of night. He's just glad that you decided to bring him along.

"For a ride." Is all you offer, letting him hike your leg up around his waist. "I missed you."

"I know." His voice sounds wrecked, laced with exhaustion and arousal, and you almost feel bad for keeping him up even longer, because who knows what he just came back from. But you're too excited to turn back now, dangling the keys in front of his face, his grin just as wicked as yours as he kisses you one last time.

"I want to go first, you can drive on the way back."

When you get in the drivers seat and press the button to start the engine, you get why people collect cars like this. The feeling of power, the sense of danger, it's intoxicating, and you start to feel a little breathless when you rev the engine.

Bucky can see it click in your head, he can see the exact moment that you decide that this might be taking it too far.

There's a wicked glint in your eyes when you turn to look at him. "Oh," You laugh, "I've created a monster."

His eyebrows furrow, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull you away from the wheel, half bent over the console. "I would prefer it if you didn't get us both killed, so you take it easy, understand?" Because he knows. He knows you could say fuck it all just for the thrill of it.

You click your tongue, "You're no fun." You pout, watching as his eye twitches, a weakness, "But that's okay. I'm sure you'll figure out how to make it up to me."

He smiles at that, and you aren't sure if it's pride or love that has him grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. You're a smart mouthed fool, and he knows that you probably got most of your attitude from him. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You can start with fucking me on every surface of this car before we give it back tomorrow morning."

He hums, kissing you once, twice, unable to pull away because he likes the look in your eyes, he likes that you're this comfortable with him, young and wild and trusting him not to judge you. It's harmless fun, he understands, the tedious schedule you follow everyday is eating away at your youth. So he indulges you, letting you put the windows down and drive just a little more recklessly than he should.

The shriek of laughter that comes from your throat is worth the risk, his hand gripping your thigh, watching as you change your grip on the steering wheel. The wind blows your hair, flushes your cheeks, and its a reflex more than anything else when he fishes his phone out to take a picture of you.

This is what you both live for. Moments like this where nothing else matters. You have each other, you've found a perfect medium between work and play, and it works out better than you could have ever imagined.

Keeping up with you is like pulling teeth sometimes, because Bucky just doesn't care as much as you do. He figured that you would be better suited with someone who is equally as high maintenance as you, someone like Tony Stark. The expensive taste and busy schedule could only be understood by someone who lives that lifestyle.

But behind the perfume and lip gloss, beneath the eyelash extensions and layers of designer clothing, chaos awaits. It makes you reckless.

You're hot headed, quick to pull a trigger and abuse your power before the chance can be taken from you. Steve had tried to train you first, but all attempts made to domesticate you failed, the restlessness within you wired deep within your bones, and so you were passed on to Bucky. Because there's a part of Bucky that craves chaos just like you do, the only difference is that he's learned to control it rather than have it control him. You were pushed right into his arms, and it was only a matter of time before he left and impression on you.

The devilment you shared made him putty in your hands. He saw himself in you, a pretty head plagued with torturous thoughts, a pretty girl ruined by this job, and so he trained you accordingly. He told you that there was a trick to it, that he never learned to tame the darkness within him, he just learned to suppress and channel it at the right time, finding constructive outlets rather than being a fucking brat all the time. He could actually handle you, and love hit you hard. You've been inseparable ever since.

Steve was concerned with how quickly your relationship developed, Tony called you both crazy, and Natasha, she may or may not be a bad influence on you. You're a killer, he's a killer, it's like you were made for each other.

But that part of you never went away, and it's times like these that it starts to become a test of his patience.

Eventually, you find yourself at a park, and Bucky is beyond confused when you park the car and actually turn it off. You meant it when you said you just wanted to go for a drive. It's too late to find anything open, he's too tired to go too far, and you would rather sit and star gaze with him rather than do anything to piss him off.

But first, he fucks you. Hard. On every surface, just like you asked. He pulls you over the console, flips your shirt up and presses your tits against the dash, fucking up into you with a strength that you realize you've missed these past three days. Then he gets out, an arm secured around your waist to hold you up as he rounds the car and places you on the hood, palms flat against the polished paint as he continues to fuck you.

It's obscene, your body caving under his weight, cheek pressed flat against the cool metal when he grips the back of your neck, arching you against him further. God, he missed you. You take him so well, always such a good girl for him, and he tells you that, lips pressed against your ear as he grinds his cock into you, and the only response you can give is a moan.

Then he's in the front seat, hands tight on your hips as you ride him, and you could have sworn the car seemed bigger until you found yourself in this position, back arched against the wheel so that you don't hit your head.

He forces you to look him in the eyes, grabbing your throat and tilting your head up, leaving you to find your own rhythm. The muscles in his arm strain at the restraint, because you slow down to a teasing pace, the look in his eyes becoming dangerous as you test his patience, and it doesn't take long for him to grab you up and turn you around, pushing the seat back as far as it goes and pounding you against the soft leather. He's relentless, hips slapping against your ass at a speed that your brain can't keep up with, and you're coming before your body has a chance to warn you.

He comes inside of you soon after, locking your body to his as if you'll disappear, and it makes you wonder what happened while he was gone.

You pull a bottle of liquor from the glove box, he pulls your shorts back up, and together you deposit your tired bodies on the swing set a few feet away. He tells you everything, sharing swigs of whiskey, eyes dancing between you and the night sky above you.

It was supposed to be recon, supposed to be a simple in and out. But Steve fucked up, stepped on a trip wire and gave them away. They had to fight their way out, didn't even get any intel besides the fact that whoever the fuck it was knew that they were coming. Or at least, they were expecting someone to come eventually.

It makes you wish you were there, because Steve wouldn't have been able to fuck up, it's you who goes out on those types of missions with Bucky. You two just work better together, something that maybe now Steve Rogers might finally come to understand. But you were told, more like ordered to sit this one out, and neither of you say it, but you both register at the same time that it was a mistake.

You drink more than you should, the bottle half empty by the time he decides to cut you off. But you don't let it ruin your fun, kicking your legs as hard as you can, the swing lifting higher than the bars that hold it, and for a moment it feels like you're flying before gravity takes over and yanks you back down. But Bucky doesn't let you jostle yourself around too much, arm reaching out to grab the chain of your swing, slowing your speed.

"We shouldn't stay out long." He says. "We need to get up early." You raise an eyebrow in question, he does the same. "Don't act brand new. You do this every time I leave. You fall off your routine and we have to work twice as hard for a couple days to get you back on it."

It makes you groan, makes him grab you by the arm and pull you to sit on his lap, kissing your cheek when you lean your head back against his shoulder.

You don't say anything, because there isn't anything else to say. He's back, he's here with you again and you couldn't ask for anything more than that.

But he seems to have too much on his mind, taking swig after swig until the bottle is empty and there's nothing left to distract him. "Don't do this again." He says. "I'll buy you a car if that's what you want, but don't you ever run to another man before coming to me." You aren't sure if this is an insecurity, or if he's simply being possessive, but either way you take too long to respond, his hands clamping down on your thighs in a grip that has you arching up off his lap to relieve the pressure. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, fuck."

"Good." He kisses the corner of your mouth this time, smoothing his palms against your skin to soothe the ache he's caused. "Where did you get these shorts from?"

"College."

Your response raises a question in his head, how can you still fit them? But he realizes immediately that college was only a year ago for you, a harsh reminder of your age compared to his, and he simply hums in reply.

The air grows too cold for you to handle, shivering in his arms despite the warmth running through your veins, and he makes the call to wrap it up. But not before he kisses you first, turning you around on his lap and tugging you against his lips by a harsh grip in your hair. You don't get to have many moments like these, so you cherish it, kissing him as long as he needs you to, enjoying the chill that snakes up your spine when his hands round your ass and deposit under your thighs, hoisting you up.

He settles you in the passenger seat, eager for his turn at driving the car, and you could care less given your sudden exhaustion. You admire the way he looks, jaw clenched, muscles taught, arm flexing as he palms the steering wheel, a hand on your head rest as he glances back to reverse the car. His hair is loose for a change, framing his face and whipping back and forth each time he turns his head.

He could use a trim, but you know he'll never let you.

He doesn't lose his mind driving like you did, remaining at a reasonable speed, turning on the radio to keep his mind busy since you aren't doing much entertaining. He doesn't blame you, he's tired too, and you had been waiting up to greet him when he got back.

You start to doze off, the blur of lights and buildings putting your mind at ease. It's not until Bucky's hands are on you again that you realize you fell asleep, which is a bummer, because you won't have this car again come noon.

"I want you to get me pregnant in this car."

He snorts, ignoring your antics entirely, reaching over to unfasten your seatbelt.

He tries to carry you, but you don't let him, settling for holding his hand instead. The compound is quiet except for the sound of the tv on low in the common room, Clint passed out on the couch, the movie he had been watching probably long gone off by now.

It makes you smile, stopping to place a blanket on him. He doesn't move a muscle, and Bucky grows impatient waiting for you, so you carry on. In the privacy in your room, you step your way out of your shoes and kick them into the corner by the door, then you help him out of his gear.

You find a stab wound on his stomach, it's long stopped bleeding by now, not at all infected, and it's already starting to heal. He says nothing, your warm fingers brushing his skin and something domestic washes over you both. It's something soft and unspoken, something the lines of I'm glad your safe.

The tile on the floor is cold beneath your feet, you lead him into the bathroom and run a bath for him, despite his protests of you being too tired. You watch as the water turns milky with dirt and blood, fingertips against his scalp as you clean his hair. It's a side of you that he doesn't see too often, a softer side that you bury under attitude and attention seeking mischief, and at this point he doesn't know which version of you he appreciates more.

You lather a sponge with body wash, a cedar scent you learned to love on him, and you wash him gently, carefully, mindful of his bruising. His wet hands are on your face, pulling you in for an occasional kiss, and it seems that he just can't keep his hands off of you.

He fucks you again, but it's different this time, softer, slower, his eyes locked on yours, fingers gentle just like you were for him, and you feel it in your heart when he tells you he loves you. He fucks you to sleep and tucks you into bed, limbs tangled with yours to keep you close.

He'll never bring it up, but he wasn't sure if he would make it back to you this time. He sleeps better than he had in days knowing that you're close.

It makes getting you up in the next morning is hard. You're a heavy sleeper, something Bucky was always thankful for on nights where he struggled to settle beside you. But when it's time to wake you up, he curses your ability to still sleep soundly like a baby after all the things you've seen, he envies it. He wants to let you sleep in, he wants to stay in bed with you, holding you, because who knows if he'll ever be able to do it again.

But he has to keep things normal. He has to keep you on your routine, otherwise you'll give in to your madness.

You think you're dreaming it, his hands on your side, his lips on the side of your face. You just can't bring yourself to open your eyes, exhaustion keeping it's hold on you. But Bucky is determined, a bit rough as he tugs you to lay on your back, your eyes flying open at being jostled, and he doesn't look apologetic as he smiles down at you.

"Hey, peach." He kisses you quickly, leaving nothing to soothe you back to sleep. "Time to get up."

His voice is hoarse, you realize, he's tired, too tired for your liking, and you wonder how long he's been up.

"A few more minutes?" You pout, curling your body around his, and you can tell he's on the verge of saying yes. "Please?"

But his will is far too strong. "You need to get up." He says, "Now."

And just like that, you're pissed, a sour attitude shifting your expression entirely, and he could care less, standing up to give you room to move. You have a dull headache, a hangover no doubt, but you ignore it as you dig through your dresser for workout clothes to change into.

He shakes his head at you, sensing your attitude, but he doesn't say a word as you stomp your way over to the door, pulling it open hard enough to bang against the wall. It's okay, he knows what you need, and he's been itching to give it to you.

When it comes to training, Bucky tends to be harsher on you, because he knows you can take it. It's the textbook definition of tough love, pushing you beyond your limits to make you better. It's the kind of training that leaves you sore and exhausted and covered in bruises, busted lips, black eyes, you aren't new to any of it. In fact, you're used to the feeling, and that's something most people would find scary. But you need it to stay sane, a distraction from everything else. You like when he pushes you beyond your limits.

You warm up with a jog around the compound grounds, the sun hasn't come up yet, the air crisp and cool and burning your lungs with each inhale you take. He reminds you to breathe slowly, in your nose and out your mouth in pace with each foot fall. He quickly realizes that your endurance has fallen low, his hand on your back to push you to run faster.

He doesn't take it easy on you, not even when you collapse into the ground, your body forcing you to take a break from running.

"Get up."

Your lungs burn, your face is hot, your legs are jelly, you shake your head.

"Look at you, you can't even speak and you have to nerve to slack off." He glares down at you, hands on his hips. "Get the fuck up before I drag you across the concrete."

His threat is very real, so you struggle to rise back to your feet. He continues on, super soldier stamina has him not even breaking a sweat, and you curse the cheating serum coursing through his veins.

"You're cheating, you have an advantage." You pant, fingers barely catching his arm to try and keep up. "I can't go as fast as you for that long."

He slows just a little, your hand wrapping around his bicep. "Which is why I push you. Your muscles won't ever grow past the strain if you don't experience it." He says. "Shape up, we're almost done."

He allows you a five minute break, which you spend chugging as much water as he'll let you have, laying on the floor of the gym to try and catch your break and give your muscles a break.

He starts you on the treadmill, pushing up the incline every ten minutes, and you can feel the strain it's putting you under. You haven't done this in days, and the alcohol that remains in your system doesn't help. You're just thankful that no one else is in the gym to witness your struggle.

Next is ab workouts, he joins you for this one, side by side on the mat as he walks you through each exercise. He flies through them with ease, hardly breaking a sweat. But you on the other hand feel winded, muscles aching as you use them beyond what you have been. He watches, carefully, a knowing look on his face when you start to lose your speed, but he doesn't let you stop.

This is what you need. An outlet, something to exhaust your energy and take the edge off. For the most part it helps. But there's only so much he can do to keep you occupied, so when he has you here in the gym, he makes it count.

He has you on weights, which turns your body numb, and you aren't sure what kind of damage it's doing, but you know that you'll be sore for the next couple of days.

He lets you take a break after an hour, you drink as much water as you can, eager to be away from his scrutinizing gaze, and you find Natasha returning from a morning run with Steve. They look like they haven't done anything a all, but the smell of outside and sweat tells you otherwise.

Natasha has the nerve to smile at you, recognizing the winded look on your face, and she settles next to you in the kitchen, hand on her hip as she drinks from a water bottle.

"I tried to warn you," She says, "He's kicking your ass, isn't he?"

She did try, you'll give her the credit, knocking on your door every day he was gone to at least get you to come out for a jog. But you refused, anticipating this intensity, and while you'll never admit that to her, she assumes you enjoy the torture.

"It's embarrassing." You say. "Even after all this time, he can wipe the floor with me if he wanted to."

She laughs at that, a twinkle in her eye that hints at the history she shares with him. "Yeah. You and me both." Her smile is far from innocent. "But I'm sure you give him a run for his money."

Your grin is wicked, "You can bet your perky little ass I do."

Your relationship with Natasha is complicated. Sometimes she's the older sister you always wished you had. Other times she's the extravagant aunt who teaches you the life lessons your mother was too modest to. Then sometimes, it's hard to tell, she's just an attractive woman admiring another attractive woman, someone with experience gravitating to someone who doesn't, because it's in her nature to enjoy the power play. If you had to guess, Natasha would bend you over the counter if she had the opportunity, just like anyone else living here in the compound. But she respects your privacy, respects the strange relationship you have with a man who is just as deadly as she is, and settles for the mischief you create together instead.

It's fun to feed into it, you always had a knack for sticking your fingers into flames, and sometimes you hold it over Bucky's head. Like last night, you didn't tell him what you did to convince Tony to let you borrow his car, but it's implied in your nature. You tend to be a bit hyper sexual, another trait that sometimes proves to be a pain in the ass. But Bucky has something to handle that too, and sometimes, at times like this, he lets you off your tight leash.

"Who's ass is perky?" He had been watching, of course he had, and the look on Natasha's face tells you that she knew it too.

"Depends on who you ask." You quip, flashing him an innocent smile. "Yours is, mine is, and hers," You spare a glance at Natasha, "Well, you would know, wouldn't you?"

He rolls his eyes, because you already know the answer to what you're implying. Nothing ever happened between him an Natasha. If anything were to happen, it would have been long ago, before they had both reformed themselves into the people they are now. He told you that, confessed his entire life to you, so he knows this is just your way of trying to get him worked up.

"Don't drag me into this." Natasha waves a finger between you both. "Whatever this is, I want no part." Her eyes settle on you. "I also suggest you cool it, because I'm joining you, and I don't want to be forced around awkward sexual tension."

You look at Bucky, raising an eyebrow. He only shrugs. "Steve too." He says. "I figured you needed a change in pace, you're too used to me now, you could use a different perspective."

Your break is obviously over, Natasha follows you as you walk out of the kitchen. "Yeah," She says. "Perspective."

The mood changes drastically, all playfulness gone from her when you step on the sparing mat together. To put it simply, she kicks your ass. You put up a good fight though, you actually managed to make her bleed, but in the end, she's too on top of her training schedule for you to find a weakness. That's the point Bucky was trying to make to you. You know him and his tactics, you know how hard he hits, you know where he'll strike, all you have to do is avoid it and expect it. But with an opponent you've never faced before, you're far too weak at the moment to properly defend yourself.

The next time you hit the mat is your last, nose colliding with the floor, blood gushing, a grunt coming from you that actually manages to distract your boyfriend who stands feet away, sparing with Steve.

You pinch your nose like you've been taught, instantly feeling that it isn't broken, and Natasha has helped you up by the time Bucky makes his way over.

He's actually sweating, panting hard as he takes your chin in his hand, examining your face. "You'll be fine." He says, glancing at Natasha. He nods to her, and you aren't sure what it is, approval, dismissal? "Hit the showers." He says to you, "You're done for now."

For now, there will be more later after lunch you're sure. You leave with Natasha, who reminds you to keep your head tilted, her arm linked with yours as she walks with you to the infirmary. The nurse on duty clogs your nose with gauze, telling you what you already know. It's not broken, but it will be bruised, and after the bleeding stops you need to rinse your nose clear of the blood. Until then, breathe out your mouth, and be cautious of blood that may trickle to the back of your throat.

"Want to step out with me?" Natasha meets you back in the kitchen after you both shower, her hair dark and dripping, and for a moment you think she's kidding.

Your body is starting to bruise, knuckles scraped and angry, nose bloody. But she simply stares at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

"Okay."

You take her Camero, she lets you drive, and it turns out it's just a grocery run. She wants to cook lunch, macaroni salad, and you both do a bit of personal shopping while you're out. After getting the ingredients, you both occupy the kitchen to make it. It doesn't take too long, but the serving size is large considering how many people will want to eat it.

Tony comes to find you in search of food, and he asks you about his car, a strange smell that he can't quite place. Liquor, sex, sweat? It could be anything, but you decide to play dumb instead, biting your tongue as you smile at him and suggest he go get it detailed.

While the macaroni chills in the fridge, Bucky comes to find you carrying fresh gauze and an alcohol wipe. He gives you his protein shake, chocolate flavored, and you sip from it eagerly. His hands are gentle as he pulls the blood soaked gauze from your nose and you take a deep breath, feeling the dried blood and soreness from the impact.

He applies pressure to the bridge of your nose, stopping when you wince, humming low in his throat as he leans down to kiss you. "It'll be a nasty bruise," He says, "But you deserve it, you fucking brat."

You imagine his opinion will change when the skin on your nose starts to discolor, but for now, he feels proud of himself. You let him have it.

He wipes your nose gently, hand on your throat to tilt your head back, he points the corners of the alcohol wipe and wipes the inside of your nose, eyebrows knit in concentration, and you take the opportunity to feel him up.

Your hands slide under his shirt, the skin is smooth where his stab wound was last night, and once again you're amazed by his abilities. "Did you have fun beating up someone other than me for once?"

His lip quirks up in a half smile, "Nah." He says. "It's not as satisfying."

You smile despite yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about you?" He asks. "Did you find anything interesting while your head was up Nat's ass?"

"Jealous?"

His grip on your throat shifts, "If I were, this would be a very different situation for you."

He knows you're his, there's nothing to argue, nothing to worry about, even if the entire compound wants to rearrange your guts. A pretty young thing like you, he doesn't blame them. But they wouldn't be able to handle you, you wouldn't enjoy it, and it would send you right back to him.

You both know it.

"You're so scary." You kiss him then, silencing whatever remark he had for you, eyes slipping closed as he tilts his head against yours, cautious of your nose. He tastes like chocolate, and sweat, slipping from your arms to take a shower.

When he returns, the salad has cooled enough to eat, and naturally, Clint already has a mouthful before anyone else can get their hands on it. He too has just returns from a workout, his sweats drenched, Bucky crinkles his nose, scowls at the amount of people occupying the kitchen and opts for lurking in the hall, watching as you portion out bowls for everyone, including him.

He's amazed at your cooking skills, the two of you tucked away out back with bowls of macaroni salad, enjoying the breeze in the shade. You beam at his praise, smiling over a mouthful of food, but it doesn't last long, his finger reaching out to poke your noise.

Don't look too proud of yourself, he says, this isn't approved in your diet plan.

Yeah well, screw him and the diet plan.

He makes you run after lunch, a water bottle in your hand because he isn't going to let you stop for breaks, the only water you can have is what you can hold.

It's cruel, the sun high in the sky and beating down on you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe, let alone run. But you manage, a familiar exhaustion washing over you as you push your body for the third time today.

He makes you a protein shake, joins you for your second shower of the day, and then he drags you to bed.

"All your hard work means nothing if you don't give yourself a chance to recover." He whispers in your ear, lips pressed to your skin, his arm cold against your side when he spoons you. "I know you're tired, peach. You did good today, now rest."

It makes it all worth it, the torture of exercise, the agonizing exhaustion he puts you through. Getting to lay here like this, the comfort of his closeness, a vulnerability that only you have been allowed to see.

You turn, sealing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss, one that has no real effort behind it but has all the desperation in the world. It makes his grip tighten at your waist, his other hand slipping down to yank your panties to the side.

"Okay, you can sleep after this."

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guessmonsta · 5 years ago

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hello my queen... returned to her castle I see? Could you please do a thing just like the Kuroo one except Kuroo is Bokuto's wingman? I'm so soft for them and you ohmygoodness

You’re adorable and I appreciate you so much. For legal reasons I created a fake cafe called The Gazelle. I’ve used it like twenty times if this is a real place I’m so sorry

It was a very rare occurrence for Bokuto to be awake before noon on a weekend. It was even rarer that he was sprinting across campus to get to Kuroo’s dorm at nine in the morning. Campus custodians gave him weird looks, girls walking to their professors office hours giggled at him, but he just kept running.

Kuroo lived on the eighth floor in the farthest dormitory building from Bokuto’s. He ran up the stairs, skipping two as he went, and once he finally got to Kuroo’s door, he didn’t even bother to knock, he just slammed his fist against the door in one harsh blow.

From inside, he heard Kuroo mutter a quick, “fucking hell,” to his roommate before the door swung open in his face. Kuroo didn’t look amused, and scanned Bokuto up and down before he snorted, covering up his mouth with his hand.

“I’m not gonna judge your lifestyle bro,” Kuroo snorted, “but literally, what the hell.”

“Listen, hear me out,” Bokuto began, still slightly out of breath. “The cute girl who works at The Gazelle has a shift right now.”

“What?” Kuroo stared at him dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Me and, and a couple of my friends from statistics have been taking notes on each time she works. She always works Saturday mornings so-” Kuroo cut him off by laughing again, then stepped out into the hallway and motioned Bokuto to start walking. No matter the situation, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, Kuroo was always readily available for anything Bokuto had in mind.

“So you’ve been stalking this girl?”

“Bro, I’m not stalking her, I’m just admiring her. A-and that admiration has gotten to a kind of unhealthy level to me personally, as a person.”

“Wait, so have you actually ever even talked to this girl?” Kuroo asked, and was faced with Bokuto widening his eyes. “Dude, you’ve gawked at her every single time we’ve gone, and you haven’t even talked to her?”

“I ordered a hot cocoa from her that one time-” Bokuto sighed, “I sound like a simp.”

“Bro, you aren’t a simp. What you are is stupid. How the hell are you going to work together with your statistics friends to recreate some random girls' work schedule but you all have a D in the class?”

“Listen-” Bokuto laughed. “Sora says that she has dyscalculia, and that the rest of us probably have it too. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, Kuroo. Sorry I can’t be a perfect chem major like you.” He teased, socking Kuroo in the arm. Kuroo winced slightly, then punched him back.

“Yeah, you have your strengths for sure.”

“Okay, so I’m probably gonna actually talk to her today.”

“Wow, making big boy moves.” Kuroo laughed, “Where’s this coming from?”

“I can’t tell if it’s fake confidence or adrenaline!” Bokuto shrugged. “Both work!”

Once they entered the cafe, the familiar smell of coffee beans, warmth, and just a tinge of something else hit Bokuto and made him so much more nervous. Why should he be nervous? He was hot. He was sexy. He was 6’2 of big beefy muscle and fat ass, he shouldn’t be afraid of rejection!

But then he saw her. __ hair pulled back into two pigtail french braids as she politely took a stoners order at the counter. He finally got to see her eyes, they were __, pretty __ eyes and the cutest little smile and this cute little way her nose scrunched up when she did-

Kuroo was laughing at him. Kuroo was doubled over Bokuto’s shoulder, absolutely wheezing at him, and Bokuto no longer knew how to feel.

“Bro, not cool!”

“You’re just-” Kuroo started cackling, his signature loud witch cackle, and Bokuto felt his face flush red. The pretty barista made eye contact with him at the sound of Kuroo’s laugh, cocked an eyebrow, then went back to her order. The butterflies promptly returned to his stomach.

“The way you looked at her bro-” Kuroo hiss whispered. “Priceless.”

“Get your shit together dude, you gotta be my wingman!”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Kuroo managed to choke out between laughs. “This is too much.”

“You’re horrible! I can’t be my own wingman! How am I supposed to hype myself up without looking like a complete jackass-”

Before Bokuto could finish, he realized that they were next up to order. Pretty __ Eyes looked at him and cocked her head, a shy, playful smile crossing her cheeks.

“Hi there! How can I help you today?” She chirped. Awh, even her customer service voice was adorable, he thought to himself. He sighed, trying to suppress a goofy smile on his face. Somehow, Kuroo got it together enough to stammer out, “Hey, hi, yeah, can I get uhhhh… iced latte with oat milk and vanilla flavoring please?” like a dork would.

Bokuto was so caught up thinking about how the prettiest girl in the world was somehow working at a cafe and not walking the runway, and why Kuroo would order something with oat milk out of all things, to even realize that he had to order next. Before he could snap out of his daze, he heard Kuroo laugh.

“Sorry about my friend. When he was born, all his brain cells were converted into sexy instead.”

The barista covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh, and Bokuto felt a hot blush run up his neck. He would’ve punched Kuroo in the arm, but figured he had to keep his cool.

“I-” The barista giggled, not even trying to hold back her laugh. “I mean, yeah, good for him?”

“Oh yeah.” Kuroo leaned his arm up on the counter. There was nobody else behind them, and Kuroo knew what he was doing. “I mean look at the guy. Seventy four inches of pure, raw sex. Do you like volleyball?”

At this point, Pretty __ Eyes was borderline hysterics. Bokuto was starting to think Kuroo was less of a wingman and more of his own, personal jester.

“Yeah, I played in high school.” She responded. Cute, and played volleyball? Bokuto just felt the blush just hotter.

“Yeah, this guy right here, Owlboy Sexyman, he was the fourth best ace in the country, don’t you know. Fukurodani’s captain.”

“Oh wow, you guys went to Fukurodani?”

“Nah, just him. I’m not even a fragment of how cool Mr. Sexyman here is.” Kuroo pointed at him with his thumb, then shook his head. “And he has a fat ass.”

She laughed, and shook her head.

“And does Owlboy Sexyman want anything today?”

At this point, Bokuto couldn’t hide his blush. He knew if he opened his mouth to start talking, he would end up sounding like a dog toy.

So he just stood there.

Kuroo sighed, and kicked him in the shin, which caused him to jump.

“Seems like he’s just too damn sexy today! No brain cells in sight. He’ll take a large iced hot chocolate with extra whip.”

“Sounds great.” She giggled. “Since you guys literally just made my whole shift, I’m gonna give you twenty percent off today.”

“Thank you, you’re a doll.”

When they stepped aside to pay for their drinks, Bokuto burst out laughing. Kuroo looked down at him, and choked back another cackle.

“Did you like what I did there?”

“You-” Bokuto snorted, “Are so fucking stupid.”

“Ah, it’s my specialty.”

“That definitely did not work at all. If anything, she probably likes you from that whole show you put on.”

“Nah, she didn’t look interested in me. Worst case scenario, at least we made a pretty girl laugh at your expense!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Bokuto shrugged.

“Iced latte for Kuroo!” Pretty __ Eyes called out, then handed the drink gingerly over to him. He took a dramatic sip, then sighed.

“Hits the spot.”

“How the heck do they even… milk an oat.” Bokuto muttered, and Kuroo shrugged.

“I dunno. How do they milk almonds?”

“Do almonds have boobs?” Bokuto asked, a little bit too loud.

“Iced hot chocolate for Owlboy Sexyman!”

The moment she announced this, Bokuto wheezed, and Kuroo spit his coffee out in the most violent, dramatic, and cartoonish way possible. Bokuto didn’t know whether or not to keep laughing, or start crying. Kuroo had iced coffee dribbling down his neck like a toddler, but even he himself couldn’t stop laughing.

Bokuto looked up to see Pretty __ Eyes hunched over the serving station convulsing as well. Bokuto walked over to her, and bowed his head in shame, all while laughing.

“I am so-”

“Who the hell are you two!” She stammered between giggles. Bokuto noticed her eyes were brighter when she laughed. He had managed to stop laughing but the smile on his face only grew. She was beautiful and he had no idea how to handle it.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” She shook her head. “Your friend has to clean that up, because I’m definitely not going to.”

“He will, he will. “Bokuto looked back over at Kuroo, who was still laughing to himself hysterically, his face buried in his hands. “I promise we’re not on drugs.”

“Hey, it’s college. No judgement.” She smiled, Her fingertips brushed his as she handed him his drink. He noticed that she had scribbled her number on the side of the cup, and the dying blush on his face returned. His mouth gaped a little bit, then he looked back up at her.

“My name is not actually Owlboy Sexyman.”

“I would hope not.” She smiled. “I’m __, by the way.”

“I’m Bokuto.”

“Bokuto.” She repeated, then smiled. “We should hang out sometime. I don’t know many other people around here who play volleyball.”

“Oh, wow, I-” Bokuto nodded and smiled, looking a little bit dumb as he did. “That’s awesome! That’s great! That’s great.”

“See you around then?” She cocked her head. Bokuto nodded a little bit too aggressively.

“I’ll see you around!”

__ shot him one last smile before she turned around and walked back to the order counter. Bokuto sighed a deep sigh, and sat back down next to Kuroo, whose shirt was covered in spit and coffee.

“Dude, you did it.”

Kuroo looked up at him from his hands, and smiled.

“Shit, I would hope so, because this oat milk is fucking disgusting.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! headcanons #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #bokuto koutarou x reader

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jibbyscorner · 4 years ago

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Crunch! Jibby's Guide to Cooking the Crispiest Potato Chips Ever!

featuring ice cubes

School friendships come in all forms. There can be instances when you're all busy because of the overwhelming—and over piling—school works that you need to finish. Navigating through all of this would be like going into a massive labyrinth, with multiple routes and choices all leading somewhere, including a serendipitous destination. But sometimes, it can also lead to an unsatisfying dead end. An impasse, if you might say it in a fancier terms. One with no good moments to see. It's just so... unexciting and anti-climactic, you know? No bother, because all challenges can go through this outcome. No school friendship is perfect, there can be times where you're all just living in a low, lack of energy.

But when you're stuck on a research chapter with tired mind and empty belly, you might want to do something with it before you all try a different path. There may be deadlines, but you can't explore through a maze while you're all still hungry. And there may be a solution for this. All you need is a bunch of potatoes, some cooking oil, a pot (or a pan), more kitchen utensils, and of course, any source of heat. (Most recommended? A stove.)

There's a bunch of appetizing snacks that you can make with a good potato. But what if I tell you that you can cook a really crispy, mouthwatering potato chips with only a bowl of iced water?

Well, you can! And as a parting gift for the last days of my eleventh grade, I am going to teach you on how to make your break time, a great time. Prepare your notes, folks! This is my way of cooking a really delicious, ultimately crispy potato chips. Once you've tried this, you certainly won't regret it!

Of course, you can do this alone. Or if you want, you can definitely try this technique with a team! You can also take turns, especially as this cooking techinique takes time. With great potatoes, comes great amount of minutes... and also cold water and a good knife. This isn't exactly a quick process, you got to put some love in this.

So what is the first step? Well, first, you have to pick the best potatoes. Not exactly the extremely expensive ones, just the right potatoes in the right condition. Take some time on choosing, ask for them, the good potatoes will call on you... if they don't, just choose the ones that are normal, potato-looking potatoes. Personally, I prefer the oval-sized potatoes. I also want them to be a little rough, so I could peel them easily with a spoon.

<< For a quick guide, two medium-sized potatoes would fill a medium-sized bowl. The more potatoes you got, the more satisfied taste buds and bellies you're going to get. >>

And yeah, you've read that right. A spoon! This is a trick that I've learned from my classmates while we're cooking for our TLE subject on ninth grade. Using a peeler or a knife can lead to you losing a layer of good, crispy potatoes. That would be such a waste, doesn't it? Especially since vegetables are so pricey right now! So, you take your spoon (choose the thinnest one), and then you just peel them using the said utensil. This is why I told you to pick the right potatoes, because the right and good ones will peel easily, and you won't lose a layer of potato goodness. Make sure to wash them first before spoon-peeling.

The next step is of course, to cut them. I wouldn't judge you on how you cut them. But when I cook these potatoes, I use a butcher knife (when you're going to use this, please be careful!). Using a butcher knife, I like to cut them in halves vertically. In this way, you're going to end up with two, oval shaped potatoes, with a flat surface on one side. The next step is to cut them as thin as possible. Now, with a butcher knife, you would be able to perform this smoothly, it would take about five minutes to cut six half of potatoes, and you will be good to go!

The next step is to get a bowl, just the ones that would fit your uncooked potato chips, with room for water to fill in. Wash it with clean water. If you observe them, the water would eventually turn into hazy, gray (sometimes light brown, because of the soil in the potatoes), and this is not a bad thing! It's just the starch roaming around your water. Once you see this milky water, you spill them out. And then fill the bowl with water again. Rinse the potatoes with your clean, sanitized hands. And spill the water out again. Do this process as many as you want, and in a few minutes, your potatoes will sink in with clear, transparent water. This meant that the starch is out the surface of your chips and it would make it more crispy when you cook them.

Now, the special part. The best way to make a crispy, and at the same time, flavorful potato chips is to soak them in cold, iced water. Put the cold water onto your potato bowl. Feel them, the more numb your fingers get, the better it is for the potatoes. The cold bath would help your potatoes lose more of its starch, making it look like a real chips when cooked. Wait for a moment to let the potatoes soak and settle in with the cold water.

This is the waiting part. You can wait ten minutes. While you're waiting, let's have a quick talk, shall we?

I actually discovered this technique while doing a group project with my classmates. We were exhausted, drained, and the worst part? We were all hungry. It doesn't help the fact that we were all craving for fries. Good thing about our house is that, our kitchen always has a variety of vegetables, and potatoes were one of them. And so me and our classmates cooked our fries.

It was good! In fact, we really enjoyed it. But I can't seem to not mind the shiny look on our fries. It's too oily, not exactly a turn on for me. And so I had this urge within me that told me to look for a technique that would make my potatoes dry and not too oily-looking. And that's what I did.

After numerous amount of attempts, I finally achieved it. And now I am sharing it with you guys! I've really come a long way with potatoes.

Okay, back to our cold bowl of potatoes. The next thing you're going to do is to open your stove in between medium and low heat. Then you're going to choose your pot, I recommend a medium-sized one, just make sure that it would fit your potatoes perfectly! Just let the pot heat for a moment. One thing I've noticed is that if you put oil on a warm pot, it would make your potatoes stick on the surface. So make sure that your pot is hot and slightly smoking before putting cooking oil.

<< In putting cooking oil, make sure that it would cover all of your potatoes. The more oil, the better. When you're done with oil, let them heat up again for a couple of minutes. >>

Also, while you're waiting, you can now drain your potatoes! It would be cool, pun intended, that you put your cold potatoes on hot cooking oil. Just be careful with the bursting hot oil, you would not want them to touch your skin. Once you've put them on, stir them. Make sure that all of your potato chips are covered in oil. Also make sure that they're all spreaded out evenly! So they can all cook in the same amount of time. Turn the stove to medium heat.

Now this is where you put your insticts in. The best way is to wait a couple of minutes so you can leave time for your potatoes to slowly cook. I say wait for three minutes before checking on them.

I'll start the timer. And while you're waiting, let's get to know each other!

[3:00]

Okay, so how are you doing? Are you feeling good, okay? Or stressed because of school works?

[2:45]

Well, if you ask me, I guess I'm doing fine. I'm trying really hard not to get myself stressed. It's really bad if I get stressed because it would affect my performance! Wouldn't want to have that effect on your essay, right? I guess the best remedy for this is to just find your comfort zone. For me, it's doing essays while playing Netflix on the background. It helps me feel relaxed and at my comfort zone, I just love watcing movies and TV shows so much!

[2:05]

What's your hobbies, do you like reading, watching, baking, cooking, or maybe even gaming? Are you into sports?

[1:35]

If you could go somewhere, anywhere in the world... assuming if we're not in pandemic, where would you go?

[1:00]

For me, I would certainly go to a bookstore. I've missed going there so much. I miss the smell of books!

[0:40]

Have you tried experimenting with potatoes? They're a really versatile food, huh? You can do everything with them, and that's what makes potatoes really special!

[0:20]

For me, I've actually tried doing other things! I've tried doing Mojos, of course, fries, and even mashed potatoes! One time I've tried them with my friends, and while they're not looking, I put some sopas soup on the mashed and mixed them. It turned out really good, I promise you have to try them at some point. It's amazing!

[-0:07]

Oops! We almost forgot about the potatoes we're cooking. My bad! Okay so, once the three minutes is up, you have to check them out. Usually, they don't get crispified at three minutes. Sometimes in my experience, it takes ten minutes to cook them really well. We're looking for a golden look on the potatoes. And you'll feel them with your spatula once they started getting crispy under the boiling oil. You have to take time, always check on them! Because once they turn crispy, it would be also a really quick time before they turn black and burn.

Once it's crispy, prepare a sheet of tissue towel and strainer. Put the tissue on the strainer and place your cooked crispy potato chips over there! You can leave them over there for a few minutes. The tissues would absorb the oils and it would make your potato chips dry and golden-skinned. Once dry, put them on a bowl and sprinkle some salt! Or, if you want, you can put some cheese powder or any condiments on them. That's the beauty of potatoes, it dances on your taste buds regardless of its flavor!

And that, my friends, is how you cook a crispy, mouthwatering, delicious, perfect potato chips. You can pass them on to your friends, to your friends of friends, or even to your acquaintances! I really do think it would be nice if this snack I've experimented on for years would pass on and satisfy other potato lovers. And to all of you hardworkers out there, this snack would be a great delight for you! May the break of these potato chips on your teeth encompass a satisfying break time for all of you.

So if you're out there, doing research, or going on any hard path the labyrinth of a life may give you, always remember that you deserve a break, you truly do. The great beyond is just out there, it's waiting. And if you feel like getting a snack break, how about you try my potato chips, eh? I'm sure it would make a worthwhile snack!

Feature Article by Abdullah Jibril Y. Dandamun

Photos by Jibril Dandamun

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sporadic-writer · 5 years ago

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Welcome to the neighborhood

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs (just weed, I smoke responsibly sorry if reading about it bothers you), as always stop reading if you don't like it.

Note: idk which twin has the girlfriend, Sam or Harry. So let me know. Also, let me know who you guys want this to be about (Tom or Harrison). Another thing is that I wrote this before my country fully flushed itself down the shitter in chaos and injustice. So let’s all read this to escape a tad and for some metal rest. BLM!

The teaser I wrote to start is here

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"Yeah mom.. no I'm fine! Really! Haha promise! They tested me and told me since it's negative then they will add me into the adjusted hours group. They said I can get at least 2 full days a week in rotating with the other keepers. I just gotta fill some paperwork out first." You walked around your back deck and tended to plants while speaking on the phone to your mom back home in Iowa.

"Y/N are you sure? You being in another country during all this makes me so nervous. It's so easy to get sick sometimes." You rolled your eyes at the dramatics.

"I'm set here! I still have a job, a place to live thanks to Renee's husband, and no coronavirus. I'd say I'm alright." Talking to your mom despite her worries did put s smile on your face. The sun was shining and the air was finally not cold as hell in England. You finally felt settled now that you had more time to move into your new home. Your mother kept talking and soon got called that dinner was ready. "Ok mom love you too. Tell dad I said hi!"

After hanging up you looked for the head you noticed peaking at you earlier while you talked. There was nothing, but you did hear the guys who lived next door talking about your cousin's husband as 'old pool guy' and wanting to use the hot tub. It made you laugh and you made a mental note to find them later and invite them since they wanted to hang out so badly.

You didn't know much about them other than it was just guys. They all seemed to know each other for a while and at least 2 of them were brothers. That is all you gathered from some occasional eavesdropping. Downside of social distancing starting right after moving into the cute little place given as a congrats at your first real job. You never saw everyone's faces to distinguish each guy. Your cousin’s husband had the place outside London and never really lived there anymore, and rather than sell it he gave it to you. Easier than finding a shitty apartment with way too high rent. Plus, Renee would not let you say no. So you didn't. Thanks Xander!

After finishing checking the water level on the pool and tub to round out the to do list, you were about to go inside to finish new employment paperwork when a soccer ball got sent over into your yard. It came from the boy's yard. No time like the present to break the ice you thought as walked to get said ball.

Smiling and laughing to yourself you heard exclamations happening among the group of men. You popped your head up by standing on your deck railing and they looked to you. They apologized over nothing and you thought it was sweet. Plus, it was nice to actually get a proper look at their faces. You still didn't really know their names, but at least now they were coming over around 8 for hot tub time and drinks.

TIME SKIP

"Thanks for letting us come over! Though, sorry for talking about your family and place without even properly meeting you." The man speaking, Tom as you learned, smiled as you handed him a drink.

You shook your head in protest. "Really it's fine. This is my cousin Xander's place. I just got a job at the London zoo and this was a congrats gift. Sorta to take out the struggle of finding a shitty apartment. Plus, I've been busy over there so that's why you have not seen me much. Still working out my schedule, plus a virus." While talking you lifted the cover off the hot tub. "Now, I believe there was a purpose to this visit?"

"Despite my brother's lack of tact before, that wasn't why we actually wanted to hang out with you. We wanted to meet you as well." Tom's smile made you do the same in return. You looked to the guys on your deck and chuckled.

"Then why did you come in swim trunks if that wasn't the objective?" You caught them and knew it based off the blush on Harry's face. "I'm teasing. It's totally fine. You guys get comfy, jet buttons are on the side, I'm gonna change and grab some more beers and such." You let them be as you changed into your suit in your room. You made sure you were all set and presentable. It was quick and you put your hair in a pony tail while walking to your fridge. Grabbing some bottles you made your way back to the group.

Passing them around you spoke, "Sorry if these suck. I'm still figuring out which beers here I like. I had American ones but finished those. So I don't know fully what does and doesn't suck."

They took their bottles and Tuwaine smiled at you. "There are English equivalents I can tell you. Now I gotta ask, and don't take offense. But why does it smell like perfume and weed out here Y/N?"

"Yeah I smelled that too! Thought it was the chemicals from the tub or something.." The man learned to be Harrison looked at the hot tub he sat in in reference. You blushed at being caught. Eyes went wide slightly as well. Then you mentally scolded yourself after turning and seeing your ash tray and formally lit joint on the deck table.

"Haha yeah you caught me. The perfume is Chanel, put that on before you came, and the pot is well.. pot! Smoked that before you came... Y'all aren't narcs are you? If you're chill I'll share." You didn't need things to go sour first time hanging out with neighbors. You needed friends your age here outside of work!

Tom laughed and smiled. "Relax darling, it's fine." He watched you let out a breath of relief. None of them were ones to judge someone on what they do casually in their free time. "Maybe another time on the sharing though, I'm set. Just tell us about yourself."

"Well offer stands and I will finish that in a bit full disclosure. But me, 22, recently employed keeper at the London zoo, umm I'm from Boise, Idaho, mom and dad are back there, very easy going, and a big fan of nature and having fun! I got my degree from University of Wisconsin and this is my first time being overseas, only been to Canada in regards to international travel. Any specific questions?" They all took in your short backstory as you climbed in with them in the tub; instantly relaxing in the hot water, eyes closing as you drank your beer. Harrison was quickly taking in the details of your face. A few ear piercings, long eyelashes coated in pretty mascara, nice jewelry on too. He got the sense you were chill and put together. Plus, you seemed to know how to have a good time regardless of the situation.

"Boyfriend?" Harry's question led to a glare from his brother and a small smile from you.

You shook your head no. "Nope, we ended things a little before I moved here. Mutual thing, he is working on his masters back home. Even if I stayed that would've ended things because it becomes your whole world really."

"You have your masters?" Tom noticed you shaking your head no and listened as you explained you took a job here instead.

"I need money more than another degree. So I'm here kickin' it in a hot tub with 5 fun Brits instead!" Your smile was contagious to the guys. Soon more drinks were had and stories were shared. They all really took a liking to you. “Now tell me about yourselves!”

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I am gonna make this a series, length not decided. And for real let me know to have the main love interest be Tom or Harrison. I don’t care either way.

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