#i know the hug has been giffed a thousand times but it's this bit that does me in
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
SUCCESSION 4x04 Honeymoon States (X)
#succession#successionedit#kenstewy#successiondaily#kendall roy#stewy hosseini#chewieblog#dailyflicks#cinematv#uservici#userairam#usereena#user-clara#arthurpendragonns#kenstewyedit#*laurengifs#i know the hug has been giffed a thousand times but it's this bit that does me in#the instinctive sway into stewy even though they've been at odds for months now#seeking comfort and allowing himself the moment when he couldn't even do it in front of his siblings earlier like plssssss
352 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Giggle
Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)
Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.
Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.
Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.
Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.
Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?
TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.
I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.
If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!
(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)
"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.
NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.
"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?
Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.
Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.
Give him some pants please.
NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.
WAIT.
"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.
Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)
Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?
The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."
I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.
God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?
GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.
The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"
*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!
Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.
Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.
Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?
Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.
GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.
#hope watches doctor who#dw spoilers#doctor who spoilers#the giggle#my non-spoiler verdict: pants#also: a cameo that only i would freak out over#(no it's not the obvious person who you think it is. if it had been i'd be a crying mess probably)
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
you're so precious !!! i'm sorry i've been away for a couple of days, work is really busy because it's christmas time and ugh STRESS
i'd love my job more if some customers weren't so rude all the time. i had an absolutely horrible call today with a guy who thought that trying to intimidate me was the way to go. (he didn't get far but he really got on my nerves.....) i wish some people were nicer to employees :( honestly i don't know what i want to do as like, a full time thing. i'm interested in a lot of crime stuff (not committing crime but solving it!) 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
maybe a bit of both?? 💕🥺 you're so sweet omg!! :(
oh my god SAME, i share ur pain 😭
it definitely does :( whenever i get into a new group, i always like to read about them so i can get to know a little bit about them (and see who shares my mbti or birthday if possible haha) and on kpop profiles, they always have their little "who's your bias" poll at the bottom. i get curious all the time and i just vote on them to see, and it's hurtful when i see one member has like 50k+ votes and the member at the bottom will have a couple hundred thousand :( i honestly hope no k-pop group ever reads into these because they can be damaging :( i mean, i know we all have our favourites but i love all members of every group i'm into equally. no one is least liked than the others <3
i'm definitely the same when i get into a new group, i have to paste the names into google to make sure i'm spelling them correctly 🤣 that's okay!!!! i forgive you in advance 💗
i'm EXACTLY THE SAME. my favourite show is criminal minds and every time i see the killer coming towards someone, i'm like LOOK OUT and then when someone gets hurt, i turn to my boyfriend like "HOW DARE THEY NOT LISTEN TO ME YELLING" 🤣 i think i am the worst person to watch things with. in the cinema, i'm as quiet as a mouse but in my own house, i do talk through things (unless the other person tells me to shut up)
i signed up to a stray kids secret santa and i followed this person who liked one of my gifs and then two minutes later i got an ask saying "this person is your secret santa" AND IT WAS THE PERSON I FOLLOWED !!!! like what r the chances <333 we became moots but they don't know it's me............. i hope.........
i hope we can definitely keep in touch once i've revealed myself <3 ily already, you're just so lovely and even though i'm a ball of crippling anxiety, i LOVE talking to you ❤ you made my heart SMILEEEEEE, i am sending you the biggest virtual HUG EVER 💚🥰
YES to all of those groups !!!! it'll never happen but i want a 2NE1 cb. my heart still hopes, i was OBSESSED with them !!!! was literally listening to "pirate" when i saw you liked everglow. they're so so underrated 🙄
their debut song was probably one of those songs where i was like what the hell is going on >.< i really did not like o.o, it wasn't until i watched their perf at mama that i was like THIS IS CATCHY :( loona deserve better honestly :((
also.... i have to ask...... do you like cats 🐈
(i know. u are the highlight of mine (brb kinda sobbing bc ur so sweet)
—svt secret santa 🎅 🎁🎄
It's okay 🤗🥰 you never have to apologise for something like that. Especially because you're braver than the marines for working in service (from what I've gathered 🧐🤔) I'm so sorry you have to deal with people like that man 💔 I don't know why people seem to think shouting and threatening is the way to go... I think the best way to make others understand you and help you with your problem is to be nice and cordial to them 💓 At least, that's the way I see things. And, whenever I go to a shop, I always try to compliment the people working there so their day isn't all sadness and frustration ♥️ Sending you good vibes and giving you big hugs for the holiday season 🫂💙💪
Yeah, especially for nugu groups, you'll only have one or two popular members (aka the ones they send on a bunch of shows to make the group more known) but the rest will be forgotten 😭😭😭 I've learnt to not look at those surveys and go on with my life 💕
Oh 👀👀👀 I see you're a fellow criminal minds enjoyer 😊 I think this is a big clue as to who you are 🤭🧐👀 Who's you favourite? If I had to guess, I'd say Dr Reid (is that how you spell his name?). Let me know if I'm wrong 🤭 Mine is Penelope and I really like her little flirtations with Derek (I hope that's his name 🤞 it's been a while since I last watched an episode) I don't watch it as often now because I used to have nightmares about the killers 😭💔 TMI TMI !!! And, I'm the same 🤣 I can't help but comment every single thing on a show I'm watching on TV (I got that from my mom 💕) but at the cinema, I'm the one getting mad when there's someone talking 😭🤣 Call that duality if you will 🤣🤣🤣
No way 😳🤯 What are the chances of that happening? I would've been so shook if I was you 😱 I wouldn't know what to do 🤣 Hopefully the stayblr secret Santa event is going well for you 💞 I don't know how you manage to juggle with two events at once wow! I always stuck to only one because, knowing myself, I'll mix things up and then the one reviving my messages would wonder if I'm okay 🤣🤣🤣😭
Awee 🥺🥺🥺 the feeling is mutual 💓 You're so sweet and fun and kind and I can't wait to know more about you 🫶 Sending you the biggest virtual hug back bestie 🫂
Even if they never have a cb, I'll consider the Coachella reunion like their last ot4 comeback... The lengths we go to as blackjacks to keep hope 💔 Literally when you sent me the mouse game episode, it was already in my recommended videos on yt 😱 I was so shocked! And I see we both like everglow 👀 We were meant to be 🫂💓 I would've followed you and we would still be besties, even without this event 💖 I can't wait to have a nickname specifically made for you 🥰 with an emoji as well
Kind of a controversial opinion but o.o was kinda okay for me. I mean it's certainly not the best song that I've ever heard but I did enjoy it a bit ☺️ Still would've preferred if the entire song sounded like the second verse but yeah, I did enjoy it haha
Uh do I like cats? Is that even a question? OF COURSE I DO 😍😘🐈 (the caps were necessary because I had to show you how serious I am about my love for cats) I actually plan on adopting one 💗 But I have to see if my apartment and the area where I live match with the cat. I don't want to make a rushed decision. I want to give it the best conditions ever 💖 Do YOU have cats? If so, what are their names? I would've asked for pictures but you can't send them on anon 😔💔 I'll ask for some when you reveal yourself 🥰
You're so sweet too 🥺😭 I don't care if I look like a fool rn you're too kind and adorable and precious to not smile and feel warm all over 💖
Wishing you a lovely weekend and a lot of fun for the holidays ☺️💕
#lettre#dear anon#secret carat#so excited for my bday this weekend 🥳🎈♥️#sorry I couldn't add a read more (idk why though 😭)#i'll try to do that when I'm back home#update: finally added the read more for all the followers not wanting to go through this long answer lol
0 notes
Text
Two nights in the bush (Daniel Ricciardo)
Daniel needs to disconnect and you have the solution. Fluff+smut Notes: REQUESTED. I spent a lot of time on Pinterest looking for inspo because this idea is lovely and I needed to illustrate it (links at the end). I add a couple of links to songs purely for 🏵vibes🏵Obviously, the gif is not from the bush or anything named in this fic, but it has ✨holidays with Dan✨ vibes. This is long af (be ready) and basically a bunch of domestic road trip scenarios with Daniel. Warning: +18. Very soft sex. Very soft Dan. Touching here and there, a bit of oral sex, and p in v.
"Do you have everything?"
"Everything you let me bring with me? Yes"
"Danny, honey. The van is small. We can't fit all those things you wanted. Plus. It's only three days, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. Two nights."
"Okay, get in."
"Hey, how are you?" I said hugging him.
When Michael had called to tell me that Daniel and he were back for a couple of weeks, I didn't doubt to go and visit them. My favourite boys were back in town.
"Good, good. A bit tired" Daniel answered. I could see in his eyes how drained he was. I had talked to him about this a thousand times. He loved the attention, racing and being famous, but sometimes it was too much. He had been away from home for too long and he missed this. "I think I need to stop being famous for a couple of days"
He said it as a joke, but I could see that he really needed it.
"Hey, let's do something"
"Something like what?"
"You, my van and I. Two nights in the bush. Three days exploring the country."
His eyes lighted and he shot Mike a quick glance. I saw Mike nodding and smiling.
"You can also come if you want to"
"I think we need some time away from the other, right Dan?"
Daniel nodded and laughed.
I understood, they practically lived together. They were flesh and bone.
"Okay then. What do you think, Dan?"
Daniel looked at me and smiled. "I'm in"
When he got in the van, he instantly connected his phone to the old radio.
"I'm going to be the DJ for the trip and you have nothing to say against it"
"Okay, okay..." I said laughing and pulling the van on the road. "Let's do this. You'll see how you feel better."
"Look at that!" We were driving by the coast, having left Perth a couple of hours ago. Daniel was excited, he seemed relaxed and had a smile on his face the whole time.
I looked at the ocean for a second. A huge long and golden beach had appeared right behind some dunes.
"That must be Lancelin, right?"
He took the map.
"Yep"
"Do you want to go for a swim?" I said with a smile.
"Of course I want"
Soon, we were both running on the sand. Jumping over the waves and laughing like a kid, Daniel launched himself to the sea. The water rapidly swallowed him and made him disappear. He was only a shade in the turquoise water.
I walked in his direction, letting the waves slowly swallow me and my body get used to the water.
When he came to the surface, he was smiling. His curls fell on his forehead and tiny drops of water decorated his tan skin. He looked godly like this. His eyes were already slightly red because of the salt when he looked at me.
He had a different glow today. Since we had left Perth, he hadn't stopped smiling. Not his usual smile. He smiled at random moments, looked down at his hands and blushed, not knowing that I was there observing. He was happy and relaxed.
"This is like heaven..." I heard him say. "Come closer, what are you scared of?"
"The water is cold, Dan. I need time" I said smiling.
"Oh, c'mon. I thought you liked adventures!"
"And I do, but one step at a time."
"What a pity that I hate taking things slow?" And like that, he splashed water on me.
"Ricciardo!" I shouted as the cold water hit my skin.
"It's not that cold!" He repeated it.
"Oh no!"
Laughing like two kids, we fought for long minutes, running around the shore and splashing water.
"Don't run! Coward!"
I was chasing him trying to get my revenge, I felt light and happy. There was no one around us, only a man and his dog meters away. The sun was warming my skin in contrast with the cold water on my legs.
"I'm not a coward!"
"Why are you running then?!"
He was laughing hard, looking back at me and jumping over the waves. Maybe it was the sand, a hole or his own foot, but he tripped and fell on the shore. It was too late for me to stop or to even react, so I fell too.
We laughed hard, rolling on the sand and trying to avoid the water to get into our eyes.
Danny tried to grab me, but I was fast enough to get up and ran into the water until it reached my shoulders.
I turned around and saw him. He was sitting in the sand looking at me with a smile and fidgeting with his hands. I could see a glimpse of those tattoos on his thigh.
I felt my heart quickening when he smiled at me, getting a warm feeling in my chest.
"Are you too tired, old man?!"
He laughed and got up.
"You'll see tired!"
Soon I was wrapped on his back, hands around his shoulders and legs on his waist, having jumped over him trying to stop him from slashing water.
"You little bitch!" He said trying to pull me down.
I kissed his cheek and saw him smiling.
"Like the old times"
"The good old times" He said finally calming down from laughing and playing around. His hands came to rest on my arms around his neck as he sank down until only our heads were out of it. He let his head back and rest on my shoulder. It felt too good to be real.
A beautiful place, Daniel, the sun, the sea...
I gently played with his hair and he smiled. He was beautiful. There was some sand on his nose and cheek, probably from rolling on the shore like two kids.
He smiled with closed eyes when I cleaned it.
"I don't want a single grain of sand in my van" I whispered to his ear.
"I can't promise anything" He said laughing nervously.
"You know what I love?" He asked with a thin voice.
"Racing?"
I heard him chuckle and looked at him. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the seat. He looked peaceful and angelic.
"Apart from that"
"Tell me" I patted his thigh. He laughed a bit and pinched the back of my hand.
"How sleepy a day on the beach makes you"
I smiled.
"Well, lucky you. I still have at least an hour and a half driving till the camping zone"
He turned his face to me. I looked for a second and his soft gaze took my breath away and warmed my cheeks.
"We could switch for a bit if you are tired"
"I won't let you drive when you are that sleepy. You can't even keep your eyes open, Ricciardo!" I said laughing.
He laughed too.
"Rest a bit, Danny. I will wake you up if something cool happens. I promise"
"You win..."
Soon, his eyes were closed again and his breath was slow and steady.
Coastline by Hollow Coves was on the radio.
"I'm moving far away To a sunny place Where it's just you and me Feels like we're in a dream You know what I mean"
I sang the lyrics and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel feeling goosebumps over my skin. I looked at him, peacefully sleeping on the passenger seat and felt as if everything was how it was supposed to be. As if finally things came to a place. But then the song finished and I remembered this would only last three days.
"And the snakes?"
"Well, if you see a snake just pretend it's not there. Don't make a big deal of it and they will go away. Another thing is the spiders. Be careful with your shoes."
"Is it too late to go back?"
"Well, you can start walking now and you will reach the closest village before 1 am"
He barked a laugh and walked toward me enveloping me in his arms and kissing my forehead.
Daniel smelled like the sea and his skin was slightly pinkier on his shoulders.
"Thank you for bringing me here" He said with a shaky voice. As if he was nervous.
"This has just started, Dan" I said pulling back and looking at him. "We have a lot of things to do before the sun goes away. We want to have dinner ready by then"
"Let's go then"
Setting the camp around the van was fun. Daniel was clumsy but he was pretty good with it.
"And where am I sleeping?" He said looking at the bed inside the van and then at me.
"On the bed with me. I will let you spoon me."
He looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. He was petrified and his mouth was agape. It made me laugh.
"I'm joking. You can take the comfy bed or the hanging hammock and live the whole Outcast experience."
Daniel let a sigh out, but then he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"I have slept outside before and I can tell you that it's not dangerourous. Also, I'm leaving the door open, you can die inside the van with this temperature"
He bit his lip at me.
"Where is that hammock?"
I laughed and showed him the bag.
Soon he was laying on the hammock and swinging from side to side. He sighed.
"What do you think? Comfy bed or exposed to the wilderness hammock"
"I'm going to choose to risk my life" He said giving me a funny look.
"So dramatic. I'm going to be right next to you. Don't worry about wild animals. I will protect you from koalas"
"This is truly beautiful, YN"
"Is it?"
He looked around. The camp was almost empty and the sounds of nature were louder than those from the people camping a few meters away.
"It is. Look at that!"
"Daniel!" I whispered-shouted grabbing his strong arm. "You don't shout in the wild. We don't want to bother the animals."
"Oh shit. There are kangaroos"
I looked, a group of them were jumping away from the camp, probably disturbed by the noise. I smiled seeing how happy he was.
"Oh man. Imagine living out here"
"You have your farm. The only difference is that instead of a tiny van, you have a huge house and an Olympic pool"
He told me no with the head.
"Right now I think I would drop everything and stay here with you"
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and breathed through my nose. I would gladly ask him to drop everything if that meant that he would stay with me.
"You still have some years ahead of you." I said walking to him and running my hand up and down his back. "You may get overwhelmed sometimes, I do too. But you love it, right? You love what you do and it makes you happy. All of this will still be here when you decide it has been enough."
"Will you and your van still be here?" He asked in a whisper.
I sighed and shrugged.
"I hope so"
Daniel smiled and his hand grabbed mine. I let my cheek fall against his shoulder as we watch the kangaroos disappear far on the horizon. The air moved the plants and trees and the bird sang loudly. His body was warm and I swear I could fall asleep right there.
I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them again, he was looking at me. Gently, he pressed his lips on my forehead.
"Let's cook before it gets dark, I'm pretty hungry"
"Yeah, me too. Considering I did all the hard work today I suppose you are cooking, right?"
A couple of hours later when the sky was all dark and we were having a cup of tea and enjoying the night, his feet touched mine. He was gently swinging himself on the hammock and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. We had been in silence for a long time.
"Hey. Why did you decide to buy the van?"
I stopped to think.
"There were a lot of things. The lost job, everyone settling down, the impossibility of getting a partner..." I said laughing at the last one. "I didn't want the life all of them had. I wanted something different. I sold the flat, got my family angry at me, and bought a smaller apartment near the beach and an old van. I wanted this quiet life, to disappear whenever I feel like it."
He looked at the sky.
"We are so different..."
"We are, yes."
"But I could get used to this. I could buy a van too and travel with you"
I smiled.
"That would be nice. You are welcome to do it"
He laughed.
"I will think about it. And I'm really serious"
"Me too"
He yawned.
"How often do you disappear?"
"When I need to do it. Sometimes is every single weekend of the month, some others are once each three or four weeks. Others are just an afternoon..."
"And you never tell anyone?"
"I always tell someone. Give them my location too. I'm a woman, it's dangerous to travel alone."
He nodded.
"Did you tell anyone this time?"
"Mike. And all the people you told."
"Only Mike and my parents. I wanted to disappear for a while too. Everywhere I go in Perth, there are people there ready to talk to me"
"You are like a local hero, Dan..." I pushed him a bit with my feet. "Also, I wouldn't leave the farm if I was you"
"I think I can let you park your van and camp in there. You know, near the lake"
"I can't believe you have a lake at home"
He laughed.
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow you are going to pick a place on the map and drive me there."
"Me?"
"Mhm. You. So better get some sleep. Wake me up if you can sleep in the hammock, we can switch"
"I will don't worry"
He fell asleep before, leaving me alone and thinking about how much I would miss this with him. Even if we had just been travelling for 12 hours. He always had that special place in my heart. He always was my particular person. The one to who my mind would wander to.
"Tss. Hey, YN. Tssss"
I felt something touching my face and went directly to slap it.
"Oh shit." And then I heard Daniel laughing hard.
I opened my eyes and looked at him confused.
"What the fuck are you doing? I thought it was a spider, idiot"
"Sorry, sorry. I wanted to wake you" He showed me a stick. He was still on the hammock and I could only see his face and hand.
"Why?"
"Because of that" He pointed somewhere outside the van and I poked my head out.
"Oh wow." I smiled watching the beautiful colours of the sky.
"Y-You always liked to see the sunset when we were teens"
"This is the sunrise, Dan" I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I know, silly. It's the same but upside down."
"What?" I laughed. "Sunrise is sunset but upside down?"
"It is. Think about it"
I smiled and got comfortable on the bed, changing my position so I could have the perfect view of the sky.
"I don't know how, but you are right."
"Because I'm brilliant"
"Of course, Ric"
"I'm right"
"Mhm"
We stayed in silence. The birds were starting to wake up and their noises were filling the air now. There was no noise coming from the other vans parked near us. That people probably didn't have a hyperactive grown-up man with sleep problems.
"How long have you been awake for?" I knew he had some insomnia problems and had a difficult time sleeping sometimes.
"Hmm. Not much. I was just thinking and then the sky turned pink and it reminded me of you, so... Good morning, YN"
I felt my heart quickening. He was too pure. After everything that happened in his life, he still had that good heart.
"Thank you for doing it. It truly is beautiful."
"It's nothing. I just needed this branch. I didn't want to move. It's too comfortable in here"
"Really? You liked the hammock?"
"Mhm. I may buy a couple."
"For your balcony in Monaco and the pool on the farm?"
"Oh yes"
I laughed softly. We were speaking in whispers, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere in the camp.
"Do you know where are you taking me today?"
"I had a couple of ideas. Need a map, though"
"It's on my bag."
I saw him clumsily getting up from the hammock and stretching his muscles like a cat before yawning and looking around. Then he took the map from the bag and climbed on the bed from the side door of the van.
"Hey, who gave you permission?"
"I'm Daniel Ricciardo, I don't need it"
I laughed and pushed him a bit, almost making him fall.
"Shit, YN."
I was laughing and covering my mouth and he was looking at me with a huge smile.
"Let's see."
He used my abdomen as his desk, opening the map and covering me with it as if it was a blanket.
"I want a river. Where the fuck are we?"
"This place is called Mystic Camp. Try to look for it in the upper left corner. There must be a river going north wets"
"A genius" He said patting my leg. "Here we are" He marked a cross. "And yes, there is a river a couple of centimetres to the northwest."
"A couple of centimetres in the map are more or less a hundred kilometres."
"Really?"
"Mhm"
"We better leave soon"
I laughed and ran my hand through his hair. He took a deep breath and moved his eyes away from mine. As if looking at me was too much.
"We better do, yes" I whispered wondering if this trip was having the same effects on him.
"Get up then, lets have breakfast"
I pouted and covered half my face with the blanket (not the map). I was so warm and comfortable...
"Can you cook something?" I said only uncovering my eyes.
Daniel looked at me for a few seconds and smiled.
"Okay" He leaned and gave me the softest kiss on my forehead, leaving me on the bed with flushed cheeks and a funny feeling on my stomach.
I saw him smiling and biting his lips, not looking at me, while he cooked something in the tiny gas kitchen.
Somehow, on our way to that river he wanted to go, my feet had ended up on his lap. I didn't want to think about anything else. It was just us, the sun, the wind and soft music. The road was beautiful and peaceful, having only crossed a couple of cars. His finger drew circles on my skin and I felt my eyes getting closed.
I could hear Daniel softly singing along with the lyrics. The silence was comfortable and I was glad to be able to spend some time like this with someone. No need for stupid conversations. Just us.
"I love this song" He said when the first chords of Automobile by Kaleo sounded.
I smiled. It suited him well. I smiled and opened my eyes to watch him happily singing along and gesturing.
"I guess I could make room for one, a bottle of rum You and me together riding into the sun Live without care, with the wind in my hair I'm driving through the desert, yeah I'll go anywhere"
I smiled and blushed when he signalled me in you and me together part because there was nothing I wanted more right now. I wanted this to last forever.
"I don't have rum, but I have a couple of beers" I said softly and giving myself the privilege to run my hands through his hair. He smiled and bit his lip. That moved a thousand things inside of me. Taking Danny on a road trip with me had been the best idea I've ever had.
"I'd gladly have those beers later." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Check the map for me, babe. Tell me where is the next exit."
I froze a second after hearing the nickname and he seemed to do too. It had slipped, that's what his face said when he briefly looked at me and cleared his throat. His knuckles got white because of the pressure.
"Mmm, yes" With shaking hands, I took the map. He had found a river close to a camping area and had marked it as Paradise not even knowing how the place would look.
"It's probably the next one"
"Probably"
"I have been half sleeping for a while, Dan. There is a farm on the right and then the exit"
He looked at me and smiled. "I believe you"
Soon he had us both walking through some paths and hicking hills looking for that river.
"You are lucky that I have experience in this..." I said giving him a hand so he could climb the rock as I had just done.
"I knew you would bring me to the river"
"It must be near"
Once he was up the rock next to me, he didn't let my hand go. He intertwined our fingers and made me walk next to him.
I tried to keep my nerves low and breathe properly. My whole body felt burning but I didn't know if it was him or the Australian summer heat.
We walked for a few more minutes until we heard the water running.
"Oh..." He was so happy and excited. The place was beautiful and quiet. It was kind of dreamy. "Look at this YN, it's so so beautiful"
I smiled and hugged his waist. He grabbed my shoulder with his big hand and looked down at me.
"Let's get down there and tell me why you wanted a river"
When we got to the river bank, he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Always wanted to go skinny dipping"
"What? Swimming? Naked?"
"Well, you don't have to. But I'm definitely gonna do it"
"Dan!" I turned around when he pulled his trousers down without a warning. He laughed hard.
"It's not like if you hadn't seen a naked man before"
I rolled my eyes. Not you, Danny.
"C'mon. I won't look"
I took a deep breath. What could happen?
"If a crocodile eats me it's your fault"
"I will protect you from them." He said flexing his arms.
I heard the water moving and a hiss.
"It's cold as fuck"
"Would be nice to get my revenge for yesterday"
"You need to get into the water first"
"You could have told me you wanted to swim and I would have brought my bikini with me"
"I wanted to swim naked"
I laughed a bit and slowly took my shirt off, my back still turning to him.
"Keep your underwear on if you want" He spoke in a low voice as if he was embarrassed.
I smiled a bit. He was really sweet. I decided to go for it. It was just him. I was sure we had been naked in the same space at some point in our teenage years.
The water was indeed cold. I felt goosebumps on my skin as I slowly sank into it and swam closer to his body.
When I touched his back he turned around covering his eyes with his hand. But there was a huge smile on his lips.
"It's really cold, Ricciardo." I took his hand and pulled it from his eyes. The water was covering my chest but I was sure that he could still see something. When he looked down and blushed, I got it confirmed.
"You are brave"
"Well, just don't peak" I winked at him and he smiled.
"Late"
"Daniel!" I splashed water at him and he coughed mixed with laughing.
"I deserve that. I was joking!" He showed his hands in surrender.
"I hope you were"
I didn't feel embarrassed, I felt comfortable around him.
"How do you feel it? Skinny dipping." I asked curiously.
Daniel smiled and swam backwards, getting away from me.
"It feels good, I'm not gonna lie. Pretty free down there"
"Oh, Daniel" He would never change.
I also swam in the opposite direction until I could reach the bottom with my feet. The pebbles moved.
I knelt and the water ran down my shoulders. He still couldn't see anything, but something on his gaze told me he was dying for it.
"Had you ever come here?"
"Nop. I didn't knew this existed"
"Well, you are welcome."
I laughed a bit and move the water around me.
"We could make this a tradition. Come back here once in a while. Make this our place. Paradise river"
Our place.
"Do you want to have a place with me?"
He smiled and swam closer.
"Why not? I have already enjoyed these 24 hours so much. I want to have a place to come back when I want to feel like this"
"L-like what?"
"This free. Like when we were teens and spent the whole day on the beach. I like this, having no one around, being able to swim naked, sleep under the stars, just being Danny and not Daniel Ricciardo. I'm happy here. I understand why you like to disappear. It makes sense."
I nodded slowly.
"Thank you for showing me this."
I smiled at him.
"I'm glad you are enjoying the trip"
"I travel a lot, but this..."
"It's different, Danny. You travel for work. This is a trip to run away from the job. From everything. To just have fun and see beautiful things."
He came even closer and I tensed. He was naked after all. I curled my knees to my chest and hugged them. Covering himself too, he sat next to me.
"So what do you say? Let's make a tradition of this."
I nodded and smiled.
"Every time you visit Australia for more than a week we take my van and disappear."
He lifted his pinky and tangled it with mine.
"Promise."
"Promise"
I let my head fall on his shoulder and he let his on mine.
"Thank you for taking me here"
I kissed his shoulder, that spaceman tattoo I liked so much.
I had feelings for Daniel before, but this trip had taken them to the surface.
"I want to do something"
"What?"
"Jump from that rock"
And soon he had climbed into the rock, making me cover my eyes.
"Be careful"
"You can look now"
I laughed. He was covering himself with his hands, but I could see his whole boy, his tattooed leg, strong abs,... He was truly beautiful.
"Ready?"
"Be careful, I can't carry you if your hurt yourself!"
And he jumped. I laughed watching him coming back to the surface seconds later, laughing too and extremely happy.
"That beer you told me about this morning..." He said coming closer to the van. He had gone to the bush to "do private things" while I got dinner ready.
"On the mini fridge."
"I still don't know how you fit that in the van."
"I was good with Tetrix, remember?"
"The best, actually"
Daniel took 2 beers and sat next to me.
"I'm exhausted"
"We have walked a lot"
"What's the plan for tomorrow?"
"Go back home" I said with a knot in my throat. It was coming to an end.
"Can we stop on the beach again?"
"Of course"
He drank from his bottle and a drop of beer fell through the corner of his mouth. I looked away. Why the fuck was he so good looking?
We had dinner with a light conversation between us. We talked about nothing and everything.
"Can I ask you something?"
I looked at him.
"You can. I don't know if I'll be able to answer, though"
"Why are you single? You always get some guy and then nothing."
I looked away and my face warmed.
"You said you were unable to get a partner or something like that. It sounded like you wanted one."
"I do. Sometimes."
"Then?"
"They were not good enough." I looked at him and he nodded. He was playing with his beer bottle.
"What do you need in life?"
"And you?"
"I need someone to keep me on the earth. To remind me I am a normal person after all. I asked first, though."
"I don't really know. It's hard. I'd like someone to have fun with."
"And someone to disappear with?"
Our eyes met and it was as if electricity had run over me.
"Yeah, that too"
"I wish I could give you that" He said in a whisper.
I gasped and my body turned to his.
"Why do you say that?"
He looked at his hands, picking the paper on the beer bottle. He stayed silent for a while, frowning and pressing his lips together.
"Remember the last year of high school? When Mike invited you to that party?"
I nodded. I had a knot in my stomach.
"You had no one to go. You were sad because that guy you liked had asked Molly." He took a deep and shaky breath. "I wanted to take you. I liked you a lot. And when I say a lot is... a lot, YN. I was in love with you"
I felt tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"It broke my heart to see you that sad because of that prick. I wanted to take you. But I would leave a few days later. I would leave to try and become what I am now. And I couldn't do that. I couldn't take you to that party, get a glimpse of what would it be to be with you and then move to the other side of the planet." He looked at me. Daniel was opened then, cut in a half and raw. He was vulnerable. He was confessing something so big and deep to me and I couldn't breathe. "I asked Michael to go with you so you wouldn't go alone because he would stay, he would go to uni and become an engineer. And if someone was good for you was him."
The first tear fell and travelled down his cheek. I was fast to dry it, cupping his cheek with my hand. I didn't know what to say or how to feel. I fell in love with him too, later but I did. Now all of that was back.
"I wanted to leave, to follow my dreams, but leaving you here... I wish I could have given you the life you deserve. I wish I had been here with you. And I wish I could now."
Daniel wanted me. He wanted a life with me. After so many years.
I moved closer to him and turned his face so he was completely facing me now. Softly, I pressed my lips to his. I was finally doing it. I was kissing Daniel Ricciardo. My childhood friend and neighbour, not the driver.
He kissed me back with passion, moving his lips over mine and grabbing my leg.
I moved my hands to the back of his neck and climbed on his lap. He circled my waist with his arms and pulled me closer.
I deepened the kiss and he groaned before pushing me a bit.
"Why are you doing this?" He whispered.
"You are the fucking reason why anyone is enough for me, Daniel. I could be perfectly happy with you. I just know it"
He let a shaky breath out and kissed me again, making me moan. Thant seemed to ignite something in him, because he lift me and let me fall on the bed, the whole van squeaking with the sudden movement. His body pressed mine into the mattress and I felt a rush of pleasure running over me. His lips tasted like beer and his kisses were consuming; his big hands felt like heaven on my body and he smelled like cologne and nature.
Bringing Daniel here was definitely the best idea I ever had.
He started travelling down my neck, with slow and wet kisses, leaving a path of saliva as he undressed me at a torturous pace. He was taking his sweet time with me, not speaking, eyes closed and tender touches all over my skin. He was savouring each kiss on my skin, his lips lingering longer than necessary and his tongue tasting each centimetre he explored. I was in heaven, the fresh air crossing the van and giving me goosebumps, the natural sounds surrounding everything. I had never been so conscious about what surrounded me. My senses were 100% active.
"Danny..." I whimpered feeling the urge to kiss him. He looked at me and let me pull him to my kiss. I was already completely bare and he was fully dressed.
He trapped my lips with his and slid his tongue into my mouth. I loved Daniel's kisses and I couldn't believe I had waited this long.
It was my time to take his clothes off. He paid attention to every movement I made.
"I can't believe I finally have you like this" He said touching my chest and dragging a finger down my sternum. He leaned and left a kiss there before returning to my mouth, kissing me deeply while I pushed his trousers down.
Finally, I got him naked, in his full glory, laying next to me. We had spent the whole morning like this, but I was able to touch and kiss him now.
I ran my finger down his nose and lips, letting him suck into it for a second before dragging it down his strong neck and chest. Drawing little figures on his skin.
Daniel brushed his nose against mine and gave me a kiss before pulling back and separating my legs. He dipped between them, making me arch my back and moan at the contact with his mouth. Expert movements drove me crazy. I was shaking and grabbing the sheets under me. He brought me close enough to come but didn't let me. And then he kissed me and let me taste myself in his mouth.
He looked at me and caressed my cheek.
"You are beautiful"
"So are you"
He smiled and kissed my forehead before turning to grab his bag. He pulled a box from it and I smiled.
"Did you bring condoms?"
"I was going to spend two days alone with you"
I blushed. He was so sure of it. He was so confident.
"I'm glad Michael didn't came"
As soon as he was ready, he climbed over me and kissed me.
"I'm glad too"
We kissed for long minutes before I felt him sliding in, slowly, deep and carefully. As I said, I felt in heaven. It was like a dream.
Any of us was able to make a sound, only soft gasps and pants. I had never felt such a connection with someone. Both of us laying on our sides, him slowly thrusting into me, his face hidden on my neck and my cheek pressed against his, my hands roaming through his hair and back, his grabbing onto my shoulder and ass. We were impossibly close, we were literally one. It was easy for both of us to reach an orgasm. It was intense, my skin burned against his and my breath was heavy. His deep groans and moans in my ears told me he felt the same. And as we came down our highs, I didn't let him go, I kept him close, half laying over me with his forehead against mine. Years of waiting had been worth it.
And when he finally opened his eyes and looked at me, I felt as if everything in life had come to its place. I ran my fingers over his lips, nose, cheeks, his soft curls and decided that this was the face I wanted to see when I woke up.
"I love you" I whispered.
Daniel closed his eyes again and pressed his lips to mine.
"I love you too" He said out of breath.
That night we fell asleep naked and curled into each other. I could hear his heart beating relaxed while he draw shapes on my skin.
And the next day, as we drove back home, him on the wheel and me comfortably sitting against the door, Vagabond by Caamp on the speakers, he looked at me.
"I will ask you to marry me one day."
In the night while my body slept in my bed My mind was running through the woods instead One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour in my head
Vagabond dreamin' takes me through the night Sippin' whiskey by the river living out of sight One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour toward the light
See the curve in that river's bend I look at you and I see my friend One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour till the end
My heart does beat like a Cherokee drum And in the morning when that sun does come One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour 'till I'm dead
Pic links in order of appearance [X] [X] [X] [X] Got a bit carried away with this one, not gonna lie. Thank you to the anon who send the request, this is one of my favourite fics 🌺🌺
278 notes
·
View notes
Text
yes this is another stark reader fic just bc i wanna be sad today lmao-
this has some implied endgame spoilers even tho it came out a couple years ago this is just so i dont have any angry ppl coming towards me lmao-
reader is starks son so-
Summary: After the events of endgame with tony dying those years have been hard on the young man after being dust for 5 years,helping as much as he can in the war then his dad just dying. Reader wasn’t able to say goodbye to Tony just cry and morn his dad’s death. After a couple years past of being fatherless reader decides to time travel to a year where his dad is alive, even with having no consent on doing this first, reader took stuff into his own hands even with a limited time to see his dad, Reader still wants to give it a try.
-
You take a deep breath, hoping this would work “maybe it would be an easier idea to get Banner’s help..” you mumbled under your breath. With all of your self doubt you managed to time travel, however you had only had 5 mins until you would be forced to go back to a normal timeline.
Eventually you managed to find your old home in California. With a deep ass breath “urm..uhm..FRIDA- no..JAIVUS..?? Where is dad..I mean Tony Stark?..” You said out loud, possibility knowing the answer, The AI said, “in the lab?, why?”
For a bit you had no answer as you honestly just wanted to see your father, Tony Stark again. So the only answer you gave would be none and just ran towards the lab with a decent memory of how the password would go, you entered the lab to see your dad past self hard at work. You gulped, “Dad..? no uh Mr.Stark..!” you said, “yea?” Tony replied still seemingly working. “Wait a minute..you don’t work here,do you?” Tony got up walking towards you. “No Sir.., I came here to tell you something and I’m very aware I could be arrested for trespassing per say..” you managed out. “Yes,thats right, you very well could be.” Tony said in the serious tone your sometime used to. “I know this sounds so made up, but, hear me out on this one. It’s just..I come from the future.., Mr Stark. I’m well- I’m your son, from the future..the little kid probably in his room, around 10 years old? Its me..” your said,going towards Tony. “So your saying that thats how you’ll look in the future? Man, Kid..You look like me..” He chuckled. “My time here is almost up so..I love you so much..and I miss you..a lot..” tears formed at your eyes as you hugged him. Tony would’ve said something if you hadn’t hugged him. “Y’know, kid I love you..” Tony said, hugging back, “I love you three thousand more..” You had said crying.
-
Okay so it probably wasn’t as sad as i hoped- but ik tony is occ as well probably-
hoped u enjoyed also the gif isn’t mine
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
HOW THE EVANS WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING PREGNANT
(all the characters that are dead are alive in this bc ghost sperm? i don’t think so. i mean look how micheal ended up.)
WARNINGS: pregnancy? and not proof read
TATE LANGDON
he would be worried at first
i mean you’re both still teenagers and have a lot going on
but he knew you both would make it work and would support you if you deicided to keep the baby or not
he would be super protective of you and your child, barely letting you make food for yourself
he’d say he would want a boy but also secretively hoped for having a little baby princess
he would help you in any way you’d need and you being pregnant would show a whole new side of him that you never thought you would ever see
his darkness and troubles would all go away as soon as you had your baby, knowing that that child was the light
KIT WALKER
(ok so i hate to be that person but in this, Kit doesn’t have Thomas or Julia)
Kit and you have been married for a year and deicided it was time to bring a new addition to your family
You were trying for about two months when you finally got pregnant
You found out when Kit was at work and knew he’d be over the moon to have a baby, your guys baby
You deicided to go out to the store and buy a little onesie to tell Kit, your husband, the good news
It was after you put dinner out and Kit was home that you brought a small yellow box out and gave it to him
Kit was a bit confused but opened it to see the small piece of clothing. He just looked up at you, both of you smiling and went to hug you
That was probably the best and biggest hug he ever gave you
“I’m going to be a father!”
KYLE SPENCER
Tbh Kyle was a bit worried when you told him, you both were
You both were in college and were dating for about two years before you became pregnant
It was a total suprise to you because you both were super careful but yet here you were
Kyle told you he would support you in whatever decision you deicided to make and would be there for you, and he was
If you deicided to keep the baby, Kyle would end up getting another job to support your family to rent an apartment because a baby in a frat house, i don’t think so
He would be even more gentle with you and treat you with anything your heart’s desires
You want Mcdonald’s at 3am? Kyle’s on it.
A massage? Kyle will give it to you
Overall going to be an amazing dad
JIMMY DARLING
When you told Jimmy you were expecting, his first reaction was to swope down to your belly and greet his little one
Jimmy never thought he would ever have kids, he thought no one would ever want to be with him because he was a so on called “freak”
But then you showed up and was never bothered by his hands, and quickly after you both were an item
Jimmy was super afraid his child would end up having his hands or something else, he didn’t want to put that on his child - knowing how people treat “freaks”
You would assure him that even if your child had it, you would both still love them and they would still be a good and kind person
And at the end of the day that’s all that really matters
Jimmy would always kiss your cheek and then your stomach before he got up in the morning
He probably wouldn’t leave your side honestly
10/10 good guy and good dad
JAMES MARCH
plssss i love this gif
You got pregnant around the time James just opened the Hotel Cortez
James and you were married for three years before getting pregnant and you honestly never even talked about having kids
James was a very busy man. Murdering people
His soft side ever rarely came out and it was always to you only, how would he would react?
You were definitely worried telling him, would he shut you out and leave you to deal with this all on your own? You hoped not, you knew he loved you - in his own sort of way
You told him during dinner and his eyes sorta widened for a moment and was silent
“James, are you okay?”
“I’m going to be a father?”
“Yes, yes you are.”
He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. Showing you he’s ready for everything to change (in a good way of course)
He would definitely spoil you even more now that you were pregnant
You would have thousands of maternity dresses and millions of baby clothes
I definitely believe he has a breeding kink lmao
He would also insist your baby was a girl. Like no doubt in mind.
Spoiler alert, he was right
KAI ANDERSON
Kai definitely discussed having you have his messiah baby
You always brushed it off saying “later”
Later finally came and here you were pregnant
You knew you would have to eventually tell Kai and you knew his reaction was going to be 50/50
He was a very planned person and if something just came out of the blue, he could definitely overreact to say the least
You end up telling Kai during one of his pinky meeting thingys that I can’t remember the name of
His reaction - like you thought - was very mixed
He just kinda like nodded and got up
But what did suprise you is that he gave you a hug
Kai was even more protective of you and now his child
He wouldn’t let you anywhere near one of his “missions”
Not the most helpful during pregnancy but he did show he cared
He would always have his hand on your stomach and would always help you if you couldn’t do anything like you used to
Definitely wanted a boy, you ended up having to tell him that there’s a 50% chance it could be a girl
RORY MONAHAN
Rory would probably be stoked
I mean you pregnant? he’d love every 9 months of it
He was there when you found out
Definitely became even more energetic than he already is when he saw the two blue lines on the test
He posts about it all over his social media, the public is very excited for baby Monahan
You secretly hoping the child has his red hair
Loves to see your bump grow each week, taking a shit load of photos
You both are very excited to be adding an addition to the family
And it won’t be the last
Rory is planning on having three kids with you, no doubt in mind
Best future father there is
AN: WOW THIS TOOK LIKE A DAY IN A HALF TO DO SO PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP!!!
comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3
#tate langdon#tate langdon x reader#kit walker x reader#kit walker#jimmy darling#jimmy darling x reader#ahs imagine#ahs#american horror story#evan peters#evan peters x reader#james march#james march imagine#james march x reader#kai anderson#kai anderson x reader#kit walker imagine#kyle spencer#kyle spencer x reader#tate langdon imagine#evan peters imagine#rory monahan#rory monahan imagine#rory monahan x reader
681 notes
·
View notes
Text
“the adventures of babysitting” - jj maybank
-> hvitstark’s gif!
summary: when the cute boy who mows the lawn for the kook family you babysit shows up, weird and unexpected events start to happen.
masterlist
Babysitting wasn’t something you planned to do when summer started, but when you saw that lonely dollar that you had in your pocket you decided to change that. And what better way, than to take care of the rich kids when their parents are too focused on their golf sessions?
It didn’t took you long to find a parent like that, since in Outer Banks, 90% of the parents had the stupid necessity to go golfing every day, leaving their poor kids on the house. Well, “poor” is a matter of speech, because if you had a pool the side of your entire house and free WiFi to play any game that ever existed, you wouldn’t complain.
“The food is in the refrigerator. Maybe start making it at 12 pm, she likes to eat early.” Mrs. Johnson was saying while she had her big bag on her shoulders, ready to leave the house. “Lily!” She yelled so loudly that you squint your eyes for the sudden scream. “Oh, and before I forget, in a couple of hours the boy that’s going to cut the grass is going to show up. But you don’t have to do anything, he already knows his way around the front yard.” You nodded with a little smile.
“Great!”
“Lily! Get down here, now!” She yelled so firmly that you could tell the fire on her eyes, making you feel a little bit intimidated by the rich house wife. As soon as she went back to you, a smile appeared on her face again changing her expression completely in a matter of one second, making you feel a little bit scared. “Do you have any more questions for the day?”
“No! I’m fine, we’ll be fine.”
“Y/n!” You heard the little girl calling your name while she was running to welcome you with a hug.
“Lily! Come here you little angel!” You picked her up so she could wrap her arms around your shoulders.
“Lily, behave.” Mrs. Johnson said and Lily nodded.
“Yes, mommy, like always.”
“No cookies until lunch is over, got it?”
Lily nodded again, this time more quicker. “Got it.”
Not trusting her daughter, Mrs. Johnson turned to you. “Got it?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Mrs. Johnson gave Lily a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the door. “See you later Mrs. Johnson!” You waved until you saw her outside and she was no longer in your sight.
“Do you want to see my barbie?” Lily said once her feet touched the ground.
“Sure!”
“Cool! Let me look for it.” She grabbed your hand to walk you to her room. “I did a makeover that took me the whole week. Because when I got her she was so ugly, the change was necessary.” She was saying like a professional fashion icon. Her sass was one of your favorite things about her. “That’s what my mom says all the time. If you don’t like something, you change it so it fits you.” After a walk that seemed to took forever since the house was bigger than the whole frontyard itself, you arrived at her room. While Lily was looking for her barbie to show you, you went over her room like it was the first time your eyes were seeing it. The wall colors looked like an unicorn had throw up in them and then a fairy had her glitter thrown at it. The main color was pink, her bed, her night stand, her desk, even her TV was the color pink. You never hated that color, but her room was making you feel nauseous. It was all so colourful and an interesting thing to look at, but the thing that always caught your attention was the thousand posters of the movie ‘Frozen’. Elsa, Anna and all of those characters you couldn’t remember the names where in her wall smiling. They were so many of them that you started to feel creeped out by them. “Here she is!” Finally, Lily found her barbie as was already walking towards you with her toy in her hand waving it like she was trying to get something out of her. She handed the barbie to you with the biggest and proudest smile ever, but the moment you grabbed the toy the smile disappeared from your face for a second.
“Oh my-” the normal long hair that Barbies have isn’t longer in this one, it was short and it looked like some punk girl from the 80’s with he hairs all lift up. You didn’t even know if it was punk, she looked like she touched a wire with a fork! She had a short dress that looked like it had been on dirt, washed but then she fell on grass, making it look even more dirty and destroyed. Her skin was painted red and blue with some pink dots all over her body. She definitely didn’t had a good day. You looked at Lily and noticed the proud smile and the excitement on her eyes as you were watching the barbie, so you put your biggest fake smile on your face not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “She looks wonderful!”
“I know! I’m good at it!”
You quickly nodded. “Yeah!”
“Maybe I can be a fashion designer when I grow up!” Lily started clapping and grabbed the barbie from your hand while you were nodding non stop not knowing what to say.
Models from the future; I’m so sorry and good luck.
You thanked the Gods for Lily not wanting to show you anymore of her creations, instead she wanted to watch a movie, and as soon as she said that, you already knew what she wanted to see.
“Let it gooooo! Let it goooooo!” You heard Elsa sing while Lily’s eyes were glued to the TV, her body was slowly moving while she was whispering the song. You knew she loved the movie so much she never wanted to outsing Elsa, and deep down, you were grateful for that.
“Yes, please Elsa,” you said in a whisper not wanting Lily to hear you while you were sitting down in the couch behind her “let it fucking go. Stop it.” As soon as you tilted your head backwards annoyed, a sound came from the front yard. “What was that? You asked with your eyes glued to the door, but there was no response from Lily, since her little mind was too focused on the movie. You headed to the window to cheek what it was while all the horror movies and serial killers documentaries went through your mind. With your heart beating a little faster you opened the curtains and wondered with your eyes your surroundings, but nothing was there. You were calming down until you heard your phone rang in your pocket, making you jump from the scare.
“What’s up bitch?” Your best friend, Hannah, said on the phone once you picked up.
“Hi, I’m babysitting.” You said still checking the front yard.
“Oh, got it, you have to watch your tongue.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think this kid is listening to me right now, Elsa has that covered.” You did quick look on Lily, who’s eyes were still glued to the TV.
“Ugh, I hate that movie.”
“I don’t. But the amount of times I watched it here isn’t helping on that.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Checking if the guy- oh my god.” You stopped as soon as your eyes noticed a boy standing in the front yard. Because he was too far away you could only see clearly his blonde hair and his dark brown boots. He had a white shirt on and some light brown shorts, he was far, but the way he was moving and carrying himself was what attracted you and made your eyes stare at him twice, making sure you were seeing correctly.
“What?”
“The guy that cuts the grass for this family is...” you did a quick turn to Lily to check if she was listening, but she was still too focused on the movie. You turned back to see the boy, but before you could continue your sentence, Hannah spoke before you.
“Hot?”
“Oh, more than that.”
“Who is it?” Hannah said intrigued.
“Can’t see, he’s too far.”
“What is he doing?” You saw how his arms tensed when he grabbed some machine you never saw before. They were so strong that you suddenly got the need to walk towards him touch them, but that would be extremely weird.
“I don’t know, turning the machine I guess.” You tried to focus more on his face and try to figure out if you knew him, but he was too far for your poor sight.
“Go talk to him.”
“What? No!”
“Why not? He’s hot, you’re hot. Perfect match.”
“He is definitely a...” Again, you turned around making sure Lily wasn’t hearing. Even if she wasn’t, you choose your next words carefully. “major babe.”
“Major babe?” Hannah let out a tiny laugh. “What are? 30?”
“The kid is still here!” You whispered loudly.
“What is a major babe?” Fuck.
You turned around to see Lily standing there with her Barbie between her hands. The movie was still playing but it looked like your conversation gained her attention even more.
“What? Oh, nothing.” You shook your head with your phone still against your ear. “Don’t worry about it baby. Keep watching Elsa.”
“I want to know what that means.” Lily said with her firm tone, letting you know she wasn’t going to let it go.
“I think you’re in trouble.” Hannah said on the other side, and you knew she was trying to not laugh at your current situation.
“Bye!” You ended the call before leaving your phone in your pocker to kneeled down and be closer to Lily’s face. “A major babe is someone who is... cute.” You said trying to choose the perfect words. Explaining something like this to a six year old isn’t something that you would ever choose to do.
“Cute?” Lily asked confused.
“Yeah, pretty.”
“Like Elsa?”
“Yeah? Yeah!”
You thought the conversation was over when Lily let out a giant smile and nodded convinced. But then, she opened her mouth: “So you think the guy who cuts the grass is pretty?”
“Well-” You got up trying to take those thoughts out of her mind, but before you could say anything Lily started clapping excited.
“You do! Y/n and JJ sitting in a tree-” She started singing but you stopped hearing once you heard the name ‘JJ’.
“Wait, JJ? The guy’s name is JJ?” You said confused, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.
“Yeah! He comes every week since last year!”
“JJ? JJ Maybank?” You were praying Lily was going to shake her head and say it was another JJ, but deep down you knew there wasn’t any other guy with that name.
“Yeah!” Lily said happily, unaware of your thoughts and your not so happy face.
Well, fuck.
“Oh my god.” You said when it finally hit you. “Sweetie, I think Anna is dying.” You said gently turning Lily towards the TV.
“Oh no!” She went back to the movie. You turned to the window and moved the curtain while a sigh came out of your mouth.
JJ Maybank. The guy that was known for being the life of the party, getting into trouble or starting a fight. He would almost every time leave the party with some girl around his arm. You weren’t going to lie, you wished sometimes you were that girl. Having a crush on a boy that doesn’t know you exists isn’t... the best. You met JJ at school when you were a kid and that’s when it all started, when he defended you from some Kook kid that was annoying you at lunch. The crush didn’t grew more, the opposite, it went down passing the years. But that didn’t stop you from looking at him when he showed up at the party you were at or feeling nervous when he was around. You weren’t the type to do so, but there was something about him that made you feel as awkward as you could ever be.
The fact that he was in the same house as you made you feel something inside your stomach, making you move uncomfortably in your sit while Lily was watching, for the second time, Frozen. You don’t have to talk to him, there’s nothing to worry about. You were thinking over and over again trying to calm yourself down. Or maybe this is your opportunity to talk to him. You thought in Hannah’s voice, since she knew about your crush she would often say that you should start a conversation with him, or at least introduce yourself.
You didn’t know if he knew who you were. You only talked once, back when you were kids and you thanked him for defending you. That was it. You remembered it, but you were sure he didn’t.
C’mon, what are you waiting for? Go offer him some water! Hannah’s voice was saying in your head like she was next to you giving you the courage you needed to do so. And somehow, it worked. After making sure Lily was safe while watching the movie, you walked towards the kitchen and poured water on a cup to bring outside.
As soon as your hand touched the door to open it, you felt the heat of the sun touching your skin and you heart beating faster, already knowing your next moves.
You saw him getting ready to cut the grass with the same machine you saw before. His skin and hair were glowing under the sun making your heart beat faster than before and him looking more beautiful than he already was.
“Hey!” You said loudly once you were a couple of steps away from him.
JJ immediately turned to you making your heart drop to your stomach. He furrowed his eyebrows confused while trying to figure out who you were. “Hi? Are you the babysitter?” He pointed at you and you nodded with a smile.
“Yeah. Y/n.”
“JJ.” He let out a tiny smile. Fuuuuuuck.
Silence came between you two while your brain was trying to remember what you came outside. “Oh! I bought you some water, it’s pretty hot out here.” You handed him the cup which he took gratefully.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, I don’t want you passing out. I don’t want to deal with that.” You said and immediately regretted it, why would you say that? That makes you sound like a terrible babysitter!
But as soon as he let out a genuine laugh, your mind gave you a break.
“Sure. So, since when did you started working with this family?” He said before giving a sip to the water.
“Last week.”
“I haven’t seen you around much. You live in the Cut, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I do. My dad owns the store across the beach.”
JJ didn’t respond immediately. He stood there watching your eyes carefully, so much, that your heart started beating faster once again. “Really? He has some good boards, dude.”
“Thanks. He’s really proud of them.”
“Make sure to tell him. Thank you for the water.” He gave you the now empty cup and you shook your head with a little smile.
“Don’t worry about it. If you need anything just tell me.”
JJ let out a tiny laugh. “You take care better of me than Mrs. Johnson.”
You smiled back while on the inside you were freaking out. “It’s no-” you were saying but the water hitting your body cut you off.
“What the fuck?” JJ said as soon as both of you noticed the water feeling like rain against your body. You looked up to see if it was, but the sky was as as clear as you last saw it.
“Where is that water coming from?!”
“It’s the automatic water for the grass!” JJ said looking down and pointing at the tiny machine going off behind you. You turned around and looked at it confused, trying to not get hit in the face by putting your hands in front of your face.
“But it never turns on during the day! Do you know how to turn it off?!” You asked at JJ with the hope that he did, and luckily, he nodded turning around and leading to some part of the front yard you’ve never been before. When you arrived to where he was you noticed he was kneeled down and with a quicker twist of his hand, the water was off. “What the hell was that?” You said turning to where the water was coming from.
“I don’t know.” JJ said and looked down to his body all wet. You turned to him and did the same, but not to your own body, to his. The way his shirt was glued to his torso would mark his abs and let you nothing to the imagination. You immediately looked down once you realize you were staring, you felt so embarrassed like you weren’t supposed to see what you just did. “Maybe this will help with the sun and I won’t pass out.” He said with a smile once he looked up at you and you smiled, thankful he didn’t notice you staring at him and his fit body.
“You’re dripping.” You said. “You have to dry yourself otherwise you won’t be able to work with those heavy clothes. C’mon.” You pointed at the house and started walking, but his voice cut you off.
“I’m not sure I’m aloud to go in.”
“Do you want to get your work done or not? Because I don’t think you’ll be able to.” You did a quick look to the drops of water goind down. “It’s your decision, but I think Mrs. Johnson won’t be happy if she comes back and her grass isn’t done. Do whatever you want.” You said knowing that it was going to convince him to go with you. You did this tactic with Lily sometimes, making it their choice and having the control over the situation. Like you suspected, as soon as you made a couple of steps away from JJ, you heard his feet moving and getting closer to yours. Seconds later, he was already next to you.
“Maybe we should go to the bathroom, I don’t want to make a mess.” You said the moment you stepped inside the house. Lily, who was now sitting down on the couch, looked at you two with an exaggerated surprised face and walked to where you two where.
“Oh! What happened?”
“The water of your front yard went kinda crazy.” You said grabbing your sticky shirt and trying to get it away from your skin.
“Really?” Lily asked and then turned to JJ, who nodded.
“Lily I want you to stay here watching the movie, ok? We need to get dry.” You said leading the way to the bathroom. “Don’t open the door to anyone, did you hear me?”
“Yes!” Lily said while quickly nodding and then leaving to continue watching her movie. “Stupid Hans!” She yelled at the TV.
“She really likes that movie doesn’t she?” JJ said with a smile once he turned around to follow you.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “we watched it three times today.”
“Ouch.” You let out a laugh before entering the bathroom and quickly grabbing the towel and turning around to face JJ.
“Here, have the towe-” You were saying but once your eyes noticed JJ’s naked torso, your tongue went completely numb. “Oh.”
“Is everything ok?” He asked noticing your shook face, but then a little grin escaped his lips while he grabbed the towel from your hand.
“Yeah. Yeah! Everything’s fine.” You said quickly shaking your head a little bit, trying so hard to not let your now red cheeks make you feel embarrassed.
“Aren’t you gonna change?”
“I’ll wait for you to be over and then I’ll do it. Don’t worry about it.”
He nodded and the continued drying his body. “I still don’t know what happened with that.”
“Maybe the clock failed?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. Anyway, thank you.” He handed you the towel. “I have to continue with work.”
“Yeah!” You quickly nodded. “You go.” You watched how he turned around letting you have a perfect veiw of his back, which made you feel like when you saw his torso naked without any warning. You looked away once he left the bathroom and slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, already overthinking everything you just did.
As soon as you were finished you walked towards the living room to check on Lily who was now finishing the movie just one more time. You grabbed your phone from your pocket to see the time and realized it was lunch time, so trying to focus every thought of Lily, you called her so she would follow you into the kitchen. You grabbed everything that was on the refrigerator like Mrs. Johnson has told you while your mind was making the recipe for Lily’s meal. You were trying so hard to keep your mind focus and not thing of the cute guy that was still working on the front yard, a couple of steps away from you.
“Did you really fell for Hans because I didn’t. It was pretty obvious.” Lily said while watching you prepare her lunch.
“You think? I didn’t see it coming.”
“I didn’t like Hans since the beginning.” Lily nodded proudly of herself.
“You didn’t? I thought he was really cute and charming, maybe that what’s wrong with princes.” As soon as you said that, a thought came into your head. You stayed still like everything in your life just made sense and you understood it in that exact moment. “And maybe that’s why I like the boys I like.” You continued, talking more to your lard than to Lily. “They’re charming and sweet, but then they forget about your face even if you’re wearing a tiny mask, or they kiss you without even consenting it.” You were saying while your head was inside the refrigerator, looking for the mayonnaise to complete Lily’s lunch. “Or they even think because they have money we will automatically fall for them!” The moment that you said that you realized that you were babbling all to yourself about boys while Lily was listening to you, so you turned around shaking all your thoughts away. “Anyway-” you were about to change the subject but when you opened the water from the kitchen sink it all exploded and went all over your face and clothes. “WHAT THE HELL?” You yelled putting your hand in front of your face to prevent the water hitting your eyes.
“I’ll call JJ!” Lily said once she noticed the water wasn’t stopping.
“What- no! I got this!” You tried to stop her but it was too late, she was already out of your sight. “What’s the fucking problem with water today?” You asked trying to turn the water off, but no matter what you did with the switch, it wasn’t stopping.
“What happened?!” You heard JJ asking once he arrived next to you.
“I turned it on and it went crazy!” You turned around to see the water all over the floor. JJ kneeled down and opened the doors down the sink and just like before, stopped the water. You let your hands rest beside your body and let out an annoyed sigh at the feeling of sticky and wet clothes against your skin.
“Just like before?” JJ asked getting up to lock eyes with you.
You nodded. “Yeah. I think the thingy is broken.” You pointed at the sink looking at it confused but when you heard JJ let out a tiny laugh, you turned to him. “What?”
“The thingy?”
“Yeah, where the water comes out.”
JJ nodded still with a funny smile on his face. “Do you know how to fix it?”
“Do you?”
“Dad has tools!” Lily yelled, appearing on the conversation for the first time. You turned to her and she had a big smile on her face while her fingers were playing with each other. “Maybe Y/n can show you where they are?”
“Oh, yeah,” you nodded remembering the time you helped Mr. Johnson fix something for Lily. “I think they’re next to the bathroom. C’mon.” You said looking at JJ but then you turned to Lily. “While we repair that finish your lunch.”
She quickly nodded before you left her behind. “Ok!”
Even if you had JJ behind you, you felt his eyes on you as you were walking. Maybe they weren’t on you, but somehow, your mind had convince you they were making you feel uncomfortable under them. You were hearing his steps behind you, they were so close you could feel the air he was pushing with his arms while walking. The hallway was darker as usual since having JJ in your mind you forgot to turn on the light, but you knew the house like the palm of your hand.
“I think this is the room- yes it is!” You said entering the room next to the bathroom. “Tools tools tools...”
“Here.” JJ said behind you while grabbing a big dark brown box.
“Oh, ok. Better get that thing fixed so you can get back to work.” JJ nodded so you walked to the now closed door. You looked at it confused since you didn’t remember closing it. “What? Did you close the door?”
“No I didn’t.” JJ said.
“Then why the hell is it closed?” You asked before grabbing the handle, but it wasn’t opening. “And locked?!” Your heart dropped to your stomach the moment you realized you were locked and Lily was outside alone. “Oh my god, Lily? Can you open the door please? Lily?!”
Your heart started to beat faster but then, luckily, she spoke from the other side. “Are you guys locked?”
“Yeah! Can you open it from the outside?”
“I don’t know!”
“Can you check sweetie?”
“She’s a six year old? What can she do?” JJ asked behind you not faced by the situation at all.
“Well? Do you have any ideas genius? Lily is out there on her own!”
JJ lifted the box of the tools and let out a grin. “We have tools?”
“You can’t use them! Do you want to break the door?!”
“Do you want to get stuck in here until Mrs. Johnson comes back? Because I don’t think she’ll be happy to know that you left the little girl outside all by herself.” You let out a tiny sigh when JJ used the same tactic you used on him moments ago. You hated when they were used against you.
“Lily, are you still there?” You asked turning to face the door.
“Yeah. Are you two fighting in there?” She asked softly.
“No, sweetie, why would you think that?”
“I don’t know...”
“Do you want me to break the door then?” JJ asked lifting his eyebrow.
“Maybe you can do something without breaking it?”
“I’ll try. But I’m not a magician.” He said getting closer to the door to grab the handle. You noticed he put a lot of strength in it, but you didn’t understand what he was doing. “I think I got it, but I need your help.”
“What do you want me to do?” You walked to stand next to him.
“Grab the handle and pull it really hard when I say so.” You did as he told you and then looked at him, waiting for his words. “Ready?” You nodded. “Go!”
You pulled the handle with all your strength just like JJ told you while JJ was pushing the door to open, and before you could think of something else the door opened. You and JJ had so much strength into it, that the sudden movement of the door opening, made you two lose balance. JJ tried to grab your waist and prevent you from falling, but it didn’t work since your body was already half way to the floor, it only managed to turn you around by twisting you from your waist and not fall on your face. Once your back hit the floor, you felt a body algo hitting yours.
You opened your eyes once the pain in your back passed enough for you to move, to see some blue eyes staring at you. JJ’s face was so close to yours that you were feeling his heavy breathing against your skin. You felt like his eyes were casting a spell on you since you felt like you couldn’t move, and not because you had his body on top of yours. Even if would be normal for you to feel crushed under a body, you weren’t feeling his. You were so lost in his eyes that you forgot everything around you, it was just him and his breathing gently hitting your face.
“Guys-” Lily said softly next to you. That made you return to the moment and realize in the position you two were. He quickly got up and walked back nervously, like he didn’t know what just happened either.
“Lily! Are you alright?” You walked towards her and hugged her body.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She broke the hug to look at JJ, who was still standing in the corner nervously. “You two looked like Anna and Kristoff there.”
“What’s that?” You asked quickly, feeling your cheeks getting hot.
“Yeah, when they looked at each other. With so much looooove.” Lily said and then let out a silly laugh. You wanted the floor to eat you and throw you whatever it wanted, as long as it wasn’t there. Silence surrounded the hallway for a couple of seconds while you were trying to think of something to change the subject and pretend that what just happened, didn’t. But JJ spoke before you.
“Maybe I should get back to work.” He said and you nodded.
“Maybe you should.” The second you said that, he quickly walked passed your body to leave you and Lily behind. You watched his back and noticed he was looking down, maybe you weren’t the only one who got embarrassed. But what did happen?
The moment that you two locked eyes with each other you felt like there was nothing else around you, like you were melting under his eyes. You never felt something like that, and you never wanted to do it again. So lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Lily has taken you to the living room to play with some of her new toys. You were hearing her voice talk but non of her words were entering your body. You tried to keep your eyes on the toys but the second that you looked up, your eyes met with his. He quickly looked down and walked away, leaving your sight from the window. You sighed, disappointed.
It wasn’t that you wanted to stare at him... well, maybe it was. But you didn’t want to distract yourself from your work and taking care of Lily, the girl that had to be your number one throught until you left the house. So erasing your unwanted thoughts, you focused your mind into Lily’s game, who seemed to be super invested in.
“Barbie and Ken are going to get married tomorrow, I already planned everything.” Lily was saying the second your mind started to pick up her words. “I’m so excited!”
“I’m pretty sure Barbie and Ken are as well!” You said with a smile, playing along with her.
After a couple of minutes playing with Lily you were glad JJ wasn’t consuming your brain, playing with Lily did helped you get your thoughts straight and focus on what was important. It all seemed to be going back to normal, you weren’t thinking of what happened earlier, Lily and her funny game with her Barbies were definitely making you laugh, and the clock was getting closer to the end of the day, so you were definitely going back to your normal self, until you heard some steps getting inside the house.
“Hey, can I have another glass of water?” JJ asked standing next to the door. You looked up and him and slowly nodded, not opening your mouth. Without giving the opportunity to anything else to happen, you got up from where you were and walked to the kitchen. You heard the door closing and you sighed, glad that JJ didn’t followed you to the kitchen. You didn’t want to talk to him, you knew you were going to be your awkward self and probably embarrass yourself like you usually do, so better to avoid him and forget he even excited... if that’s even possible. You looked at the glass of water that you had now on your hand and stared at it for a couple of seconds. You didn’t want to go out and give it to him, so a better idea came into your head.
“Hey, sweetie,” you called Lily and seconds later she was in front of you with an innocent smile on her face. “can you take this to JJ?” She nodded and grabbed the glass of water before leaving the kitchen behind.
While waiting for her to come back, you closed your eyes when the last time you had JJ in front of you came back to your mind. Well, on top of you is the better choice for words. Your heart dropped to your stomach and the memory slowly came back to your eyes and the feeling of his breathing against your face. Not wanting to have that on your mind, you slapped yourself on the forehead with the palm of your hand. But that didn’t work at all, and what you saw when you opened your eyes didn’t help either.
“Hi.” He said while standing next to the kitchen entrance.
“Hi.” You said, surprised he was inside the house.
“My water?” He asked looking to your hand and noticing they weren’t holding anything.
You furrowed your eyebrows confused, trying to not think you telling Lily about JJ’s water was all your mind playing tricks on you. “I just sent Lily with a glass of water for you.”
“She said that you had it here.”
“What? Lily?” You called her but there was no response. “Lily!” You walked to the living room but she wasn’t there. Feeling your heart beating faster you walked outside hoping she was there. Once your eyes went over the entire front yard while your heart was slowly beating faster passing the seconds, your eyes finally landed on Lily, but that didn’t calmed you down, since she was standing right next to the pool. “What are you doing?”
“I want to take a swim!” She yelled once you started to walk towards her, followed by JJ.
“You don’t know how to swim! Your mom doesn’t let you in if she’s not here! Come back!”
“But I want to swim!”
“Lily you can’t! I’m pretty sure you will when your mom comes home.” You said but Lily didn’t respond you, instead she turned towards the pool. “Lily?” The moment she lifted her foot your heart dropped to your stomach. Your eyes followed her body falling inside the pool once she jumped and threw some water drops into the air, you saw it all like it happened in slow motion. “Lily!” You yelled like you never did before. You started running towards her ready to jump and grab her, but JJ being faster than you, with quick moves took off his boots and jumped into the pool.
Once inside, the water was making it difficult for you to fully see their movements. That was making your hands sweat and your heart to beat faster, it felt like it was going to jump out of your body. But then, you saw JJ’s head above the water, followed by Lily’s.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” You yelled once JJ left Lily’s body outside the pool. “Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You patted her back while she was getting all the water outside from her body. You felt your heart getting heavy and slowing its speed while your breathing was letting out relief breaths.
“I’m sorry.” Lily said, once she stopped cuffing.
“Why- why would you do that Lily? You know you can’t swim!”
Lily looked up and JJ, who was breathing heavily with his body covered in water and his clothes sticking to his skin, but then she went back to looking at the floor. “I wanted- I wanted to be Anna.”
“What?” You asked confused.
“And I wanted JJ to be Kristoff.” As soon as she said those words you locked eyes with JJ, who seemed to understand the same thing as you on the same moment. Lily wanted to have a love like the characters of her favorite movie.
“Oh... Sweetie,” you kneeled down to be closer to her face. “And you thought that jumping into the pool when you can’t swim was going to make JJ your Kristoff because you wanted him to save you?”
She slowly nodded. “Yeah. And I- I also turned on the water earlier.”
“What?” You and JJ asked at the same time.
“The water for the grass- I did it.”
“Why?” JJ asked once you got up.
“And I broke the water tap. And I locked you two in the closet.” You opened your mouth surprised before looking at JJ, who was just as surprised as you.
“How?” He asked.
“Why would you do that?”
Lily shrugged her shoulders and that made JJ let out a tiny laugh while shaking his head.
“At least we know the house isn’t haunted.” He said, turning the conversation into something funny.
“You little devil.” You said, after letting the funny in the situation hit you.
“Are you gonna tell my mom?” Lily asked softly once she locked eyes with you.
“Lily, do you promise you won’t do it again?”
She quickly nodded with a smile. “I do.”
“Then this will be out little secret.”
“Thank you Y/n!” For the first time during those long hours, you felt like there was nothing else that could go wrong. You didn’t felt uncomfortable under JJ’s eyes, Lily was completely fine and JJ didn’t seem to bother that a little girl almost drowned for him... it all felt just alright. “And you calling JJ a major babe will be our little secret too!” Lily yelled and quickly added, noticing your cheeks go red and JJ letting out a grin once he locked eyes with you. “Oh, sorry.” Lily said softly.
“Shit.”
Well... it had to happen, just another thing going completely wrong.
add yourself to my taglist
@allycat449-blog @queenofthepouges @casper17 @its-yasbxtch @bxmaaa @bubblesam06 @rafej-cambanks @deviouscharitos @cilorawr @ilovejjmaybank @corebore123 @starksweasley @raekenliar @netflix-imagines @x-lulu @alwaysasadaesthetic @sexytholland @sadcupofcoffee @allielozoya @jjandreidsgirl @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @nevvvv @80s-outsiders @itsyagirljay @brightcosmos @kay667 @jarahisendgame @niya-savage @scooby6 @dustyjjumpwings @killingbxys @stilinskingongo @renatafairchild @stfukie @chasefreakinstokes @beloved-vinyl-addict @teenwaywardasgardian @sageellsworth05 @ifilwtmfc @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @talksoprettyjjx @k-k0129 @dannii-li @marvel-ousnesss @thegreatestofheck @loveperri @makebank @justsomerandompersonintheworld @fanficscuziranout @hales-a-bells
#rudy x you#rudy imagine#rudy pankow imagine#rudy pankow x reader#rudy x reader#rudy outer banks#rudy obx#rudy pankow#jj x y/n#jj maybank#jj obx#jj outer banks#jj maybank x y/n#jj x reader#jj x you#jj#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x you#obx#obx netflix#outer banks#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#outer banks netflix#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks imagine
491 notes
·
View notes
Text
; i'm coming home
© gif credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message with your @.
bucky barnes x reader ⎢ masterlist.
bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.
word count: 1.8k.
warnings/tags: none.
author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
Join the tag list here.
requests are open.
Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York —maybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.
Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.
You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.
But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.
bucky's pov
Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love —hold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.
He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.
The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.
Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep —for creepy that it sounded— he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.
Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.
Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.
In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James —your James— raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.
His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.
“It's okay, draga mea, it's me…” He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. “May I, uh… get my arm back?”
Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.
“No— Not again… Not again, please… I c— can't”. You implored sorely.
Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.
“I'm here… I'm back”. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. “This is not a dream, draga mea. This is real”.
His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.
“'M so, so sorry… I had to protect you… I had to protect you”. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. “But, uh… I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you… rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings… I know you sleep with this same shirt every night”.
Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.
“I'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore… I'm not a target”. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. “I'm so sorry”.
“Will you…? Will you stay now? With me?” At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.
“No one will ever set us apart again. No one”. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. “Everything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I… I want it”.
Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.
feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it.
and support writers with a REBLOG!!! 🤍
tag list. @whatrambles @phoenixhalliwell @homesicam @marvel-diaries @amelia-song-pond @heartbeats-wildly @met4no1a @weenersoldierr @petlaufeyson @sillygamingartghost @wildflowergubler @isnt-it-loverly @zealouspursecowboydeputy @rvgrsbrns @artisancowbells @plagooey @tinylumpiaa @hemsbucky @bxmaaa @quxxnxfhxll @capxwinter @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul @hateinthemorning @asemistablehundredyearoldman @purpleelfwizard @twinerd14 @nikkixostan @stolenxkissess @wintersfilm @whoreforsamwilson @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm @baconmuffins1216 @28cnn @hxlyhoax @lieswithoutfairytales @angrybirdxx @clownerlyluv @kait-is-always-late @marvel-ousnesss @natashadeservedbetter @ebxny27 @fanofalltheficsx @spider-man-lover @masterlists101 @lewd-alien @warm-sensations @stealapizzamyheart @talk-on-the-street @theresnoplatypus
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan fluff#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan x you#bucky x female reader#bucky x y/n#the winter soldier fanfiction#the winter soldier x reader
312 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare
bAby
this gif... holy SHIT
Lucifer
Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am
So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is
Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you
His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him
Boi is at a loss…
Was this his fault?
“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”
“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”
Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”
Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down
You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear
“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”
Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex
his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…
How endearing, yet upsetting
He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning
Mammon
He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying
You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste
“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”
No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too
Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you
“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”
*forehead and cheek smooches*
Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears
Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again
“Bad dream? What was it about?”
“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”
First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week
Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right
Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case
“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”
You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow
Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes
At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him
Leviathan
Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible
As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit
Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger
“... Yeah?”
“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”
“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”
He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back
He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working
EXIT
What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??
MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?
“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”
He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe
Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream
The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close
They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away
At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok
“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”
“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”
Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished
You… You weren’t crying anymore!!
Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?
*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?
You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?
“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”
“N-No!”
“Something wrong?”
“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”
“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”
“No! It’s fine!”
And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying
You. Fell. Asleep.
On. Him.
Uh
“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”
Satan
He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door
Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door
“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”
It was you
What could you possibly want at this hour?
Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder
“M-MC? Are you alright?”
No, you weren’t
Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this
The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool
He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical
Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.
Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak
“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”
“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”
“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”
“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”
“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.
He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before
“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”
Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly
Unless they were
But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment
Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep
Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed
BUT
Before he could walk back to his chair
“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”
He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly
“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”
Asmodeus
Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?
He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms
Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes
Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets
The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart
Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them
Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you
When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out
Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!
Luckily, you chose that moment to look around
Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug
“A-ASMO!”
“Darling, wh-”
“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”
“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”
His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face
Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more
When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape
It was quiet for a moment
Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said
“Dearest, are you alright?”
“I… I don’t know.” You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”
“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”
You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod
“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”
:(
You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak
“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”
“Asmo…”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”
Beelzebub
He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?
Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?
“MC? Are you awake?”
No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow
He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead
Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?
The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two
Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!
Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly
Now you were crying for more reasons than one
Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm
Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face
You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered
You were scared? Of him?
“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”
He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…
Beel is vewy sowwy :(
Those lovely amethyst eyes…
“B… Beeley?”
“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”
You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued
Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder
“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
“Is your head ok?”
“M-hm.”
The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying
“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”
His sweet, honest smile made you melt
But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully
“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”
“What do you mean?”
“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”
*insert pikachu face meme* = beel
“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”
“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.
“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”
The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper
“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”
Belphegor
It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world
But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”
The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream
Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality
“MC?”
“Belphie? I-Is that you?”
“Who else would it be, dummy.”
You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you
“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”
“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”
“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”
“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”
“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…
“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”
“You’re welcome.”
“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”
With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder
“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”
“Aww, than-”
“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”
#obey me!#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer#lucifer obey me#lucifer x reader obey me#obey me mammon#mammon obey me#mammon x reader#mammon x reader obey me#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#levi obey me#leviathan obey me#leviathan x reader#leviathan x reader obey me#obey me satan#satan obey me#satan x reader#satan x reader obey me#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#beel x reader#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor#belphegor
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Messed up
*gif is not mine*
Kinktober day 5 - face sitting
Note - This is a sequel to past self. But can be read as a stand alone as well I think. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.
Summary - Steve messed up and he's determined to make it upto you.
Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), daddy kink, age gap.
Pairing - Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader
Word count - 3.4k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
“No.”
“Please?”
“Absolutely not.”
You weren’t used to being told no, at least not after you used your secret weapon, if he was anything like his best pal it has to work. Blinking and fluttering your lashes you broke out your Disney princess eyes, “Buck buck, please let me braid your hair,” you cooed.
He stared at you, his lips pressed in a thin line, “Fine,” he sighed finally, giving in.
You squealed, running off to your bedroom to get a brush.
“I remember I used to braid my friends hair at sleepovers, it was such fun,” you said, dividing a strand of his hair in three parts, one over the other, “Before I got my powers anyway, after that they’d all just be scared of me...” you trailed off.
“Steve’s excited to see you,” he told you after a beat of silence.
He had only been living with you for a week or so, it was surprising how close he already felt to you. You had a certain vulnerability that made him want to protect you. That and it was obvious how far gone Steve was for you. You were down so he had to say something to cheer you up.
“Wait what?” your hands stopped, “He’s coming here?”
“Yeah, he left yesterday. Should be here this evening. He wanted it to be a surprise.”
You took a sharp breath, remembering how he had so cruelly rejected you and sent you off to Wakanda just so he wouldn’t have to deal with you.
He abandoned you.
“I don’t want to meet him. I’ll stay over at Shuri’s, she wanted to have a girls night anyway,” you grumbled.
After you had gushed your love for them, baking brownies in your jammies and talking about boys while watching chick flicks, she seemed curious and fascinated, wanting to try one with you.
He hummed at that. He knew something had went down between the two of you, Steve said so himself, ‘I have a lot to make up for.’ He was curious as to how his clueless friend had messed up, but it wasn’t his place to ask.
Which is why he brought Steve to the cottage he shared with you. Listening to him talking about all the missions in Europe and Russia, how he was excited to see you, how he had missed him terribly. Bucky told him he spends his time taking care of his new goat and his beautiful cat. They often keep him occupied.
“Y/N said that I’m ‘totally a cat person’,” his lips curling up at how you had helped him pick a name for her.
“Hm, that’s true. Are you... you live with her... are you two close?” Steve stumbled over his words, his jaw clenching as he stared his dear friend down. He was more than happy to see him, but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of you getting too cosy with him.
“In a way,” he smirked. “She’s a bit upset with you, just a heads up.”
“Yeah, I know, I deserve it,” he hung his head.
His palms shaky as they both entered the small cottage, going over what he would say to you. You were sitting on the couch in the, your feet propped up on it as you flipped through a magazine.
“You’re home early,” you smiled as you looked up at him. Your sweet smile turning into a frown when you saw him.
“Hey there, doll,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
You slapped the magazine on the couch, standing to your feet, your arms over your chest. “Captain,” you spat
His heart ached at that. He knew you were upset but to have you be so hostile to him, he didn’t know if he could take it.
He could easy handle being tortured by hydra agents but not this.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Bucky interrupted you both before taking off to find his cat, who knew where Alpine had wandered off to this time.
You both stood awkwardly, a few feet away from each other while you looked anywhere but his eyes, refusing to even look at him.
“How have you been?” he asked.
“Fine, I guess,” you mumbled, finally looking up, “as fine as I can be after being shrugged off like yesterday’s news.”
“Honey,” he took a step towards you but then stopped in his tracks when you backed away. “I’m sorry, I made a terrible mistake. I.. just couldn’t deal with my feelings, I thought I’d be taking advantage of you.”
You scoffed, “Taking advantage of me? Really? I’m not a child! I can decide for myself what’s good for me and what’s not.”
“I know that now. But... you’re so young and I’m supposed to be looking out for you and helping you,” he tried to reason with you while you shook your head in disbelief.
“Right, because you’re Captain America. Everyone should just do whatever you say. You always know what’s best, unlike us mere mortals,” you rolled your eyes.
He was in front of you in just two long strides, his brows furrowed and his patience running thin. “I’m not Captain America anymore,” he reminded you as he inhaled your soothing scent.
“You’ll always be Captain America he’s a part of you. And I’ll... never be good enough for you.” You stared at the henley stretched out over his broad chest, willing yourself to resist the urge to hug him. Him standing so close to you, you could inhale his unique scent you had grown to love so much.
“What?” he frowned. “Where did you get that idea?” It was absolutely ludicrous. He would have to pay a visit to whoever it was that said that to you.
“It’s the truth... that’s why you don’t want me. And I don’t blame you.” Why would someone like him be interested in you anyway.
“Doll,” he cupped your cheeks, tilting you’d head up to make you look at him, “I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. I mean look at me.”
You arched a brow, giving him a once over before looking at his blue orbs again, his strong jaw covered in a thick beard, long locks that feel so silky in your hands, “You look like you belong on the cover of GQ, and before you have to ask, I’ll spell it out for you, since you’re like a thousand years old - GQs a magazine with pretty people on it.”
“I didn’t always look like this. I used to be very small, smaller than you.”
“Yeah, I know,” you smiled. “I’ve seen pictures, you were adorable.”
“Would you believe me if I told you a secret?”
“Yeah...” you’d believe him if he told you the sky was falling. Steve never lied.
“I love you,” he confessed as your jaw dropped, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. And I might not deserve you but if you consider me worthy of you, then I’d... like to have you.”
Your breath hitched as you stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Wh - really? Nobody’s ever said that to me,” you blinked as tears started welling up in your eyes.
“I love you more than life itself. And I have a feeling that we will end up together,” he grinned.
“Well, don’t get too cocky now, I haven’t said yes yet,” you slapped his chest.
He grazed his fingers over your knuckles before holding your smaller hand in his, “So? What do you think?”
“I think... if you hurt me again I’ll punch you so hard. And my punches are much better now, thanks to Bucky, he’s been teaching me lots of stuff.”
“Never,” he shook his head, “I’d never hurt you. You’re so precious,” he kissed your knuckles.
“And you’d never leave me again,” you wanted it to be a fierce demand but your pout made it more of a needy request.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again. We’re partners. Captain America is gone. It’s just you and me now,” he promised.
You blinked your tears away, standing on your tippy toes to place a lingering kiss to his soft plump lips.
Smiling as you pulled away, you grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom.
“Where are we going, doll?” he chuckled, holding onto your hips and pulling your back against his chest, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses, unable to keep his hands off of you for even a moment.
Your squirmed in his hold, “To the bedroom. Just in case Bucky comes back,” you let out a giggle when he blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck, which then quickly turned into a moan as he sucked a mark on it.
Somehow, you managed to drag him to your small bedroom, if he had his way you’d have fucked in the hallway.
Straddling his lap on your twin bed, which looked much smaller now, what with a super soldier on top of it.
Kissing him deeply, you pulled away, breathless but only to say, “I love you, too, this is just too good to be true,” you heaved.
“A lot of unbelievable things have been happening to me lately,” he pulled you back, groaning into your mouth as you rolled your hips against his crotch. Looking at you sternly, “Doll,” he warned you.
“Please,” you whined, humping his growing erection through his jeans and your thin shorts, you could feel your panties getting wet with your arousal. “I want you, so bad,” you kept rolling your hips till he stopped you by digging his fingers in them.
“This is not how it’s done... I’m supposed to take you out on dates and buy you flowers and chocolates - ” he choked on a moan as you palmed him through his pants.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he gritted, snaking his fingers in your short shorts, he brushed his fingers over your weeping folds. “You want me?” he asked as you desperately nodded your head. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
You gulped, looking into his eyes and opening your mouth to answer him, his intense gaze intimidating you as you hid your face in his neck, “You know...”
“What?” he asked again, “I’m like over a thousand years old, I’m rusty, you have to tell me,” he teased you, swirling your juices around on your soft petals.
He wasn’t rusty. He had been with 'you' just a week ago, only it wasn’t you. This would be your first time with him but not his with you. It was still strange, he couldn’t really wrap his head around it or bring himself to care.
“I want you... to.. to make love to me,” you said.
“You know I would never say no to you, sweetheart,” he kissed your hair, retracting his hand from your shorts he sucks your juices off his fingers, you taste the same.
You helped him as he rolled your shorts and your panties down your legs, pulling your tank top up and tossing it away. You fumbled, making yourself small and covering yourself up with your arms. But he wasn’t having any of it, he pinned your hands behind your back, latching onto your nipple.
“I’m...,” you gasped as he bit your hardened bud, bunching his henley up in your hand, “you’re wearing too making clothes,” you complained.
“Then why don’t you help me take them off, doll?”
Your eager hands pulled him out his pesky clothes, hiding his magnificent physique from you. You had seen him shirtless a handful of times, while dressing his wounds, but you always stared at him in awe. He did look like he was made in a laboratory.
You knelt before him, between his legs, eager to find out if he tastes as good as he looks.
He tried to stop you but you swatted his hands away, “You’ll hurt your knees, doll,” he reasoned.
You snorted, wrapping your hand around his thick girth, “I thought we were partners. I won’t have you treat me like I’m some damsel in distress again.”
He pouted, pulling at your kiss swollen bottom lip with his thumb, “That’s too bad because I’m always going to take care of you, especially now that I’m your man.”
You rolled your eyes, he really was getting ahead of himself, he’ll have to do a lot more to prove himself before you accept him as ‘your man’.
But you decide to let that go for now, instead focusing on his cock glistening with precum, peaking your tongue out to taste some of it and swirling your tongue around on his bulbous head.
“Don’t tease, doll,” he groaned, holding onto the back of your head, not really pushing but to urge you to take more of him because he was at the end of his rope, feeling as if he’d burst right there.
You pushed away at his hand, “I’m in control,” you stated, “no touching till I say so. Is that understood?”
He didn’t care, he just wanted you to stop your cruelty and put your mouth on him so he simply nodded, not knowing if he could actually keep the promise.
With a victorious smile you wrapped your mouth around his head, leisurely sucking on it, moaning at the taste of him before taking in as much as you could, pumping the rest of his length, fondling his balls with the other hand.
He was about to touch your perky breasts, but then remembered your ridiculous ‘no touching' rule so he ran a hand through his head hair, wiping the sheen of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
“God that mouth of yours,” he growled when you pulled him out with a loud ‘pop’.
A string of saliva connecting your lips to him, “I want you to come in my mouth,” you instructed.
“You want to swallow daddys cum?” he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the incredulous look on his face.
“Who would’ve known... Steven 'golden boy’ Rogers, of all people...” you shook your head, a small smile on your face as you thought about the times you had called him that in your head while rubbing one out to the thought of him.
You pressed your lips to the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking on it, “You’re going to come in my mouth, daddy, and stay there until I swallow all of it,” you told him, if only to remind him that you were in control, even if he ‘convinced' you to call him that.
You lightly scraped your teeth over his length before swallowing around him, gagging a bit as you tried to take more of him, but it seemed impossible to fit him whole no matter how hard your tried.
“I’ll try,” he teased, releasing a shaky exhale, his balls tightening in your palm as he held onto the sheets, painting the back of your throat with ropes of his spend.
You swallowed all of him, suckling on his length till you felt him softening in your mouth, you opened your mouth to show him, “Told you I’d swallow it all,” you licked your lips, just in case you missed anything.
“You’re such a good girl.” He praised, cupping your head and leaning down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. Easily picking you up and flipping you so that you were on your back, he spread your thighs, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of your cunt. “What do you want to do now, sweetheart?” he asked again.
You whimpered, mumbling nonsense but you knew, once Steve set his mind to something it was impossible to convince him otherwise. He was really gonna make you say it out loud. “I want your mouth on me,” you turned your head to the side, shutting your eyes, completely flustered.
He dove in for his prize, giving your bundle of nerves a soft kiss before smearing your juices around your cunt with his fingers, prodding one at your entrance he plunged it in, your walls hugging it so wonderfully, “You’re so tight, all for me...” he blew a breath of air on it, kissing the soft patch of hair on top of your mould.
You were much too delirious to think of anything but his fingers teasing you, his lips pressing butterfly kisses to your thighs, his hands massaging your titts, but you vaguely heard him call out your name.
“What?” you rasped, propping yourself up on your elbows.
“Come, sit on my face. You said you wanted to be in control,” he shrugged.
“Wh - what... do you even know how that works?” you heaved. You had never done something like that before, while it sounds enticing, it would be impractical... maybe...
“I thought they had like two sex positions in the forties. The missionary, and uh...”
He shushed you, “I’ve never been a prude, you should know that by now,” lying on his back, he felt his dick hardening again and aching for any kind of attention from you, but he’d have to take care of you first.
“Come here...” He held onto your hips, pulling you up till you were over his mouth, “Take what you need, doll.”
You hummed, running your drenched pussy over his face, a shiver went up your spine at the feel of his coarse bread on your sensitive skin, “I can’t,” you mewled.
“Yes, you can, doll. Come on, be good for your daddy,” he spurred you on.
Taking a deep breath, you held onto the headboard, arching your back as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, you started grinding your hips over him, soon getting accustomed and even liking the burn his glorious beard gave you.
“I’m gonna... come, daddy,” your voice breathy, your hand massaging your breast as you gushed around his beard.
You held onto the board, trying to catch your breath, your other hand in his long locks as he kept lapping you up.
You shuddered as you crawled down his body, hovering over his hard cock which was pressing against his taut stomach. You spread your lips with your fingers, peaking up to see him looking at you with dark, lust ridden eyes, coating him in your juices by running your clit up and down his length.
It was too much for your sensitive clit to be rubbing against the velvety skin of his cock but not nearly enough for him.
He digs his nails into your hips, growling, “Get on with it,” he held onto the base of his length, nudging your lips aside before plunging into your heat.
“Oh,” you gulped, trying to sink your hips down on him but even after all that preparation he was too big for you.
“You’re so small, doll,” he smiled, noticing your evident struggle as he caressed your cheek, his eyes fixed on you trying to take him in, “is it too hard?”
You nodded, “I can still do it though,” still so eager to please him...
“You don’t have to. You’ve done so much already, you must be tired.”
You opened your mouth, to argue that he was the one who had taken a long journey to get here, but he circled a hand around your waist, bringing you down, flush against his chest.
“You just lay there and let me do the work, okay, sweetheart?” you whimpered but nodded with your cheek pressed to his heart as he thrusted deep into you.
“Okay, daddy, I’ll try,” you murmured, tears streaming down your cheek when he brushed against your sweet spot.
He stopped his hips when he heard you son, “You all right, doll?” he asked, looking down at you.
“Yes, it’s just so good, please don’t stop,” you requested.
And he had promised to never say no to you so he kept fucking up into your tight hole, whispering sweet words to you, telling you just how good you were at taking him, how well you were doing.
“My one and only,” he kissed your head as you cried into his chest, clenching around his cock. Triggering his own climax as he came inside you, staying inside you even after he was done.
Content with knowing that you’ll be his forever.
As long as he doesn’t fuck up again...
Tags will be in the reblog! Click the link in the bio to join the taglist.
I guess that was cheating because the face sitting was just a small part of it😅😅 But I hope you still liked it! Comments and reblogs are really appreciated💖💖 I'll try to write one more part with jealous endgame!Steve.
Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!
#steve rogers x reader#chris evans x reader#steve x reader#captain america x reader#steve rogers x you#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#chris evans x you#chris evans x y/n#kinktober#marvel kinktober
793 notes
·
View notes
Text
guilty | knj x reader | chapter two: incheon mall tube tops
summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut
rating: 18+
word count: 4.5K
notes: i really hope you guys are enjoying namjoon’s story! i think there will only be one more chapter after this. and like a true unfocused writer i started daydreaming about a yoongi one-shot to go with it? gah, nevermind. i really hope you guys like this and i’d love to hear how you feel one way or another. a huge thanks to my amazing beta @hobi-gif who does a hell of a lot more than just find typos. and all of my love has to go out to @ladyartemesia @ppersonna @taetaewonderland because all three of you are so much more than tumblr friends.
this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece.
Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue
**********************
It didn’t matter how hard you tried to hide your sadness, Namjoon saw it.
It didn’t matter how many hushed calls you tried to sneak, or how many smiles you tried to force -- Namjoon saw right through your act from the very beginning. He’d seen enough to know that you were facing some kind of personal battle. He understood enough about you to know that you were far too private to bring it up or ask for help.
He should have asked.
The question sat heavy on the tip of his tongue for weeks. He should have asked on the days he would spot you at your desk, fingers pressed to your temples in frustration. Or on the days when he would catch you staring out the window, mind a million miles away.
He didn’t.
Instead, he let himself be driven to distraction by the way your blouses fit perfectly against the lines of your body. The way your pencil skirts hugged the curve of your hips. How soft your hair looked pulled into the low, loose knot you favored.
He found himself stumbling over his words when you’d quietly slip into meetings to deliver an urgent message or he’d drift off in the middle of conversations just because he’d caught sight of you outside his office door.
So it wasn’t long before what started as a preoccupation turned into a full-blown fixation.
You’d turn up at his request, poised and professional as always -- and he’d be lost in thought, defiling you a thousand different ways in his head. Fantasizing about getting his hands on you, his mouth on you, his teeth on you.
You didn’t deserve that.
That’s why Namjoon kept his mouth shut -- stuck in a maddening cycle of wanting to help you, wanting to know you, just wanting you.
All of it made him feel guilty as hell.
*********************
The new girl is a fucking disaster.
Namjoon has yet to figure out how she manages to be underfoot at the most inconvenient times and simultaneously nowhere to be found when she’s needed. She misplaces files and misses calls and forgets assigned tasks altogether. He’s lost track of the number of times he’s passed her desk to find her taking pictures of herself; lips pouted, angle skewed.
Two weeks ago, she was probably selling tube tops at Incheon Mall and now she’s playing gatekeeper to one of the most powerful men in Seoul. So it’s not her fault that she’s woefully unprepared for this job.
And it’s not her fault that she’s not you.
Namjoon has spent the better part of the morning debating the call he’s about to make, picking up the phone and setting it back down at least half a dozen times. But he’s at the end of his rope, running out of patience and options.
So he swallows his pride and picks up the phone just one more time.
You answer on the first ring.
“Mister Kim.”
God, he’s missed the sound of your voice.
“Good morning,” he starts carefully, clearing his throat. “I’m certain you have a lot on your plate but I was wondering if you could come sit with the new girl for a few minutes. She’s struggling a bit.”
The line is quiet for a moment and Namjoon can practically hear your thoughts on the other end of the line. The ones that say well that’s what you get for replacing your perfectly competent assistant with a child.
“I left notes,” is the quiet reply that comes instead.
“You did.”
“Detailed notes. Written, detailed notes.”
“Yes,” Namjoon agrees, rubbing his fingers across his mouth. “I’m certain they were quite detailed. It’s just that she’s having trouble following those notes because --”
“Because she can’t read?”
Namjoon cringes. Any small hope he had that you weren’t taking your reassignment personally dies with the abrupt delivery of that statement.
“Apparently not,” he admits lamely.
He hears the quiet sigh you take in before answering.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
*************************
There’s a moment -- just after Seokjin has walked through his office door -- when Namjoon catches a glimpse of you.
You are leaned over the new girl’s desk, lips pursed, pointing something out on the computer screen. Namjoon freezes when you look up and lock eyes with him just as the door swings shut.
Christ, is he ever going to be able to look at you without feeling like he’s had the wind knocked out of him?
He turns to find Seokjin staring at him, one brow raised.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon exhales, shoving a hand through his hair as he walks back to his desk. “I’m fine. You said you wanted to talk about something?”
“I do,” Seokjin starts, helping himself to a seat. “Two things, actually. Both pertaining to the amazing new assistant you so generously gifted me.”
Namjoon’s nails dig into the palm of his hand.
“Go on.”
“Apparently she’s some kind of whiz with numbers,” Seokjin continues, unbothered by his strained response. “I gave her a few of the books to look over and she already found a couple of our guys in the Songpa district skimming off the top. I’ll bet there’s even more where that came from and she’ll find it. She’s got a good eye.”
Namjoon feels pride stir in his chest. Yet again, you exceed expectations.
“Send Yoongi and Hoseok to Songpa tonight,” he murmurs. “I’ll be curious to hear what kind of explanation our friends come up with for their lapses in accounting.”
Seokjin nods.
“Will do. So the other thing --” he pauses for a beat, like he’s trying to figure out how to carefully deliver what he has to say next. “I know you asked me to try and figure out what’s going on with her and I think I have. You’re right, she’s struggling with some personal issues.”
Namjoon leans forward in his chair, body rigid.
“Let me hear it.”
*************************
YOU
The new girl is a fucking disaster.
You have yet to figure out why she can’t work the printers or can’t read a simple spreadsheet when you know for fact she knows how to beam her selfies all the way to the goddamned moon.
It’s infuriating.
Just like it’s infuriating to see her seated at what should be your desk, doing what should be your job, working for the man who should be your boss.
Figure shit out, you’d love to tell her. Sink or swim, that’s how the real world works.
The idea of letting her fail so dismally that Namjoon has no choice but to beg for you back is tempting. But then he’d picked up the phone to personally ask you to help.
And apparently you are incapable of denying that man anything.
You’ve stayed late every day this week to review the spreadsheets Seokjin has given you to audit because of the extra time you’ve had to put aside to help the new girl navigate foreign concepts like filing and scheduling.
The numbers tell an interesting story.
The rumors about Kim Namjoon’s skill as a businessman don’t give him enough credit. Money is pouring into the Gajog, hand over fist, from every major district in the city. Billions of won flow into the organization from legitimate and not as legitimate revenue streams alike. Combine the numbers and Kim Namjoon controls an empire worth trillions.
You stare at the sums and your mind flips back to your unexpected pay raise. It’s no wonder Namjoon can afford to be so generous.
It’s no wonder so many of the street-level men who work for him seem to be helping themselves to more than their fair share.
It took you a few days to identify the patterns, comparing the new intake sheets to the old ones, but once you did the missing money practically jumped off the page. Just a few audits in and you’d already been able to find at least 119 million won unaccounted for.
The Kim Namjoon you know is reserved and unflappable -- but this is information that’s bound to piss even him off.
What is a man like him like when he’s angry?
You shudder at the thought.
Before long, the night sky stares back at you from the window across from your desk and you decide it’s well past time you went home. You sort everything into neat piles and leave yourself organized notes before packing up to leave.
***************************
There’s no answer from your mother when you call to her from the hallway.
You frown as you make your way to her bedroom, worry melting away when you find her asleep in her chair. Her head is bent at a sharp angle, and you immediately move to help her prop her up.
Her eyes open to slits, unfocused from sleep and medication.
“Ttal,” she whispers, grimacing as she straightens out the crick in her neck.
“Eomma,” you whisper in a hushed rebuke. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t fall asleep in this chair, it’s terrible for you.”
She nods slowly, pointing to a glass of water on her nightstand. You hand it to her, but it wobbles in her weak grip and you take hold of it to help her drink before setting it aside.
“I’m hurting tonight,” she admits.
“I know,” you sigh, heart breaking. “Come, let me help you into bed.”
The process is painstaking. You help hoist her frail frame out of the chair and over to the side of the bed then work carefully to help her lie back. There’s no meat on her anymore, just skin and bones, so you tuck her blankets carefully around her legs and arms until you’re certain she’s not shivering anymore.
You know this isn’t working.
It doesn’t matter how many calls you make over the course of a day to check in, or how many well-meaning neighbors drop in to help, leaving your mother alone for hours in this state is a dangerous gamble.
You fight back tears of frustration. You grew up without siblings and your father has been gone for years. Being alone is something you’ve had a long time to get used to.
But you’ve still never felt as alone as you do right now.
You think in the quiet for a while, stroking your fingers across your mother’s upturned palm, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do.
Unsure of what comes next.
“Kim Namjoon grew up to be such a handsome man,” your mother rasps.
The steady stroke of your fingers comes to an abrupt halt as the fine hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end.
“Excuse me?”
Your mother doesn’t repeat herself.
“Eomma,” you urge, nudging her hand with yours. “What is this talk of Kim Namjoon?”
Her lips quirk when she closes her eyes like she’s recalling a pleasant memory.
“His mother was beautiful,” she breathes quietly. “God smiled on that boy. He looks nothing like his father.”
The dull panic that’s already started to pulse in your chest sharpens to a point.
She has to be hallucinating.
She has to be taking too much medicine because nothing she’s saying makes any sense. You fumble for the bottles on her nightstand, pulling off the caps and pouring the pills out onto the tabletop. You count them over and over until you’re satisfied your mother hasn’t taken a dangerous amount of drugs.
“Eomma, why are you talking about Kim Namjoon?” you plead. “Help me understand.”
But when you look back to your mother, you realize your words are already falling on deaf ears. She’s slipped back into a sleep state once again.
If only it were that easy for you.
When you finally get to crawl into bed a short while later, you toss and turn all night.
Somewhere in the haze between asleep and awake you dream of Kim Namjoon.
*************************
Your mother’s mental clarity is always better in the morning.
After she’s had a night of rest -- and whatever medicine she’s taken has had some time to wear off -- she’s much more alert, much more like her old self. But you still weren’t able to get anything by way of answers out of her as you made breakfast this morning.
You’d made her favorite cold cucumber soup before carefully broaching the subject of last night’s strange conversation. You’d waited patiently for some kind of explanation about why she mentioned a man she hasn’t spoken of in years.
It didn’t come.
There was something odd about the way your mother went completely quiet at your mention of Namjoon. Something odd about how adamant she was about not having any memory of the conversation at all.
That odd look on her face is the one thought on your mind as you make your way to work in a complete fog. You slip into an open elevator and hit the button for your floor on autopilot.
You don’t even realize that you’re not alone until a soft voice interrupts your thoughts.
“I remember you.”
Your eyes flick up from their unseeing stare at your shoes to a young woman standing against the elevator’s back wall.
“Miss Kim,” you breathe, brushing an errant hair out of your face. Your cheeks are still stinging from the cold. “Good morning.”
Namjoon’s sister is a beautiful woman, without a doubt — but until this moment, you hadn’t realized how much she resembles her brother. They have the same striking features, the same smooth skin and high cheekbones and full lips.
They share the same dark, kind eyes.
“I remember you now,” she repeats, mouth curving into a smile. “I knew I recognized you, but it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I finally connected the dots.”
“Well, I wasn’t around a lot when we were kids,” you admit shyly. “So that’s certainly understandable.”
“That’s true,” she agrees. “And I try not to think back to those times a lot but you made an impression on me. You were always so sweet.”
Your cold cheeks seem to warm at her compliment.
“Thank you.”
The elevator stops at her floor but she seems reluctant to end the conversation. She leans against the door to prop it open.
“My brother,” she asks carefully, “Is he treating you well? Is he a fair boss?”
You clear your throat, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“Well, he’s not my boss anymore,” you admit. “He replaced me not long ago. But yes, he was very fair when I worked for him.”
Her lips part in a soft gesture of surprise when you deliver that news.
She’s quiet until the elevator blares a loud reminder that it’s time to close the doors. She smiles at you on her way out the door, opting not to comment on the quality of her brother’s staffing decisions.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmurs. “But I’m still really glad you’re here.”
****************************
An inviting scent is the first thing you notice when you get home that night.
The second thing you notice are the voices.
You make your way down the long hallway with careful steps, trying to place the sound of the voice coming from your mother’s bedroom. It doesn’t sound like Mrs. Sim -- in fact, it doesn’t sound like anyone you know.
You stop short at the sight that greets you when you round the corner.
A woman -- a complete stranger is in your mother’s room.
You stand frozen in shock as you watch the stranger read to your mother from her seated position in the chair next to the bed. She looks up from the page when she realizes you’re there, giving you a better look at her pleasant, aged face.
“Aish,” she startles, clapping a hand over her chest. “Here I was, worried about scaring you and instead you’re the one giving me a fright.”
It takes you a moment to find your voice.
“Forgive me,” you start weakly, “But who are you? And how did you get into this house?”
The woman stands to adjust the pillow under your mother’s head before meeting you in the doorway. “She’s resting now,” she says, nodding at your mother’s still form on the bed. “Why don’t we talk in the kitchen?”
Should you be screaming right now? Calling the police?
There’s no good explanation for why you do neither and decide instead to follow this complete stranger into your kitchen instead. She walks to the stove to stir whatever she has cooking in the pot.
“Get off those feet,” she admonishes kindly. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”
Again you comply, inexplicably following orders.
“I made Budae Jjigae,” she explains, ladling some of the stew into a bowl. She sets it down in front of you, and you stare back at her like an idiot. The stew smells amazing, and you’re immediately hit with a well-timed hunger pang.
“Who are you?” you ask again.
“My name is Jinjoo,” she replies sweetly, handing you a spoon. “And I work for you now.”
“You work for me,” you repeat slowly.
“I do,” Jinjoo nods. “Mister Kim hired me.”
The spoon clatters loudly against the lip of the bowl when you drop it. For a moment, it’s hard to breathe. You have to wait for the strange sensation that snakes up your spine to subside before you speak again.
“Mister Kim.” You echo her again, dumbly.
Jinjoo takes a seat next to you at the table, radiating a patient kindness that makes you want to give into the urge to trust her. She smiles reassuringly at you, voice soothing when she speaks again.
“Yes. He said you needed help with your mother, and I can understand why. I nursed in hospitals for decades, dear. I can see your mother is in a bad way.”
You blink back at Jinjoo in stunned silence.
“I assure you, I’ll give your mother the best quality care,” she vows, patting one of your hands with her own. “And Mister Kim has already paid me well in advance, so don’t even think about trying to get rid of me.”
That statement almost makes you laugh.
You don’t want to get rid of Jinjoo at all. Ten minutes ago you had no idea she existed and in the span of one conversation she’s become one of the most important people you know. Tears well in your eyes as you stare into your bowl of stew, at a total loss for words.
Jinjoo seems to sense how overwhelmed you are. She gives you some space to process what’s going on, stroking one soft hand over your shoulder when she stands to leave.
“Eat something, dear. I’m gonna go sit with your mother for a while.”
You look up at her with watery eyes and nod, reaching for the spoon.
“This smells really good,” you say softly.
“Well, I’m a great cook. You’ll see,” she promises.
“Jinjoo -- “ you call out after her as she walks away. “Thank you,” you manage, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t thank you enough.”
The corners of her eyes crinkle when her mouth curves into a smile.
“You’re welcome.”
**********************
Jinjoo’s stew was delicious -- not that you had the chance to fully appreciate it.
You’d sat in that kitchen alone for some time, eating slowly while you tried to process yet another bombshell in what seemed to be a series of them. Everything that’s happened to you since Namjoon reassigned you has been a whirlwind; from the sudden pay raise to the sudden arrival of Jinjoo.
You eat the last of the stew with your stomach in knots.
Namjoon knows your mother is sick. And you don’t know how to feel about it.
A part of you feels exposed when you think about him uncovering the sad details of your mother’s health battle. But knowing that he stepped in to help you fight it makes you feel something you haven’t felt in years.
Cared for.
The sound of laughter from your mother’s bedroom echoes down the hall and you stand to follow it.
Her favorite variety show is playing on the small TV in front of her bed, and it appears Jinjoo is a fan, too. You lean in the doorway and watch the women giggle at the silly skit. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard the sound of your mother’s laugh.
It makes you smile.
“Jinjoo, could you give us a moment, please?”
You almost hate to interrupt the instant camaraderie between the two women but you recognize that your mother is in the midst of a rare moment of clarity. You have to strike while the iron is hot.
“Of course,” she agrees, standing.
You wait until the sound of her footsteps fades away before taking her place in the worn chair next to your mother’s bed. Your mother smiles at you, taking one of your hands into her own.
You squeeze her fingers gently.
“Eomma, no more secrets,” you murmur. “Tell me the truth. Did Kim Namjoon come here?”
Your mother swallows thickly before nodding.
“He asked me not to tell you,” she admits. “He said he didn’t want you to refuse his help.”
You shut your eyes and imagine Namjoon in your home, in this room. Speaking to your mother. Making plans to send Jinjoo. Your chest squeezes so tight that for a moment it’s hard to breathe.
“Okay,” you concede quietly. You maintain the appearance of careful calm because you don’t want to make your mother feel worse than she already does., “It’s alright Eomma, I’m not angry, I promise.”
A peculiar look passes over her face. Her eyes dart away from yours and that’s all it takes for you to know you don’t have the full story. You decide to toughen your stance.
“Look at me, Eomma,” you say firmly. “If there’s anything I don’t know, you need to tell me right now. I need to know all of it. Everything.”
“I -- “
“Just tell me what it is,” you repeat, patience hanging by a thread.
Your mother sighs, lifting one weak hand in the direction of her dresser. You turn to stare at the pile of papers stacked there, realization dawning in an instant. You move on unsteady legs to walk over and take hold of them.
Radiology, pulmonology, chemotherapy.
You know exactly how much is owed on each of those bills because the numbers are burned into your mind. Those numbers are the reason you leave your mother for hours on end every day to go to work. Those numbers are the reason why it’s so hard to sleep at night.
You don’t realize that your hands are shaking until you hear the papers rustling.
Every bill bears the same neat, handwritten marking.
paid -- knj
***************************
NAMJOON
Namjoon watched his sister leave early tonight with Hoseok. Seokjin is out to dinner with his wife. And Yoongi is off doing -- well, whatever the hell Yoongi does when he’s not around.
There’s no one here tonight to tell Namjoon to go home. No one to point out that he’s had too much to drink or that it’s happening far too often.
So he pours another scotch.
The glass sweats in his hand as he stands in front of his window, deep in thought.
Thinking about you.
Thinking about the way you struggled in silence, caring for your mother alone -- too proud to ask for help. The way you catered to Namjoon’s every need and whim without ever making mention of yours. The way he’d let it go on for far too long, selfishly wrapped up in the way you made him feel.
“That girl is going to get you killed.”
Namjoon tells himself the sound of your voice is a figment of his imagination, an entirely predictable side-effect of too much scotch. But it’s followed quickly by your soft footsteps against the plush carpet in his office and both sounds are too real to ignore.
He turns to assess you, quietly sipping his drink.
Fuck, you are beautiful.
You have no right turning up here tonight -- looking like that -- testing him when he is at his weakest. Your dark eyes flash with something like a challenge and Namjoon feels his blood warm.
“That girl is never at her desk and she has no idea who’s coming or going,” you accuse quietly. “She’s putting you at risk.”
Namjoon concedes your point with a slow half-smirk that teases the edge of his mouth.
“Perhaps,” he admits. “But there are different kinds of risk. Maybe you put me at risk, too.”
He shouldn’t take pleasure from the way your eyes go wide at that statement. Or from the way you overcompensate by standing taller, chin lifted high.
But he does.
“Mister Kim -- “ you start.
“ -- Namjoon,” he interrupts. “Don’t you think it’s time you called me Namjoon? Haven’t we known one another since we were kids?”
“Namjoon,” you correct yourself, taking a deep breath. “I know about everything. Jinjoo, the bills, all of it.”
Namjoon says nothing for a moment, draining his glass before setting it down on his desk with a heavy thud.
“Why?” you ask quietly. “Why did you do this for me?”
Because I would do anything for you.
He doesn’t voice that thought out loud. He knows he shouldn’t.
But he also knows he shouldn’t be closing the distance between you right now, and he’s doing that anyway. He steps closer, quietly, and you swallow hard, thrown by his silence and his advance.
“That’s not -- that’s not something you do for an employee,” you protest, slowly backing away. You stop only when the ledge of his desk hits you on the backside.
“The late nights and the extra hours. Everything else you did,” Namjoon murmurs, stepping close, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. “Did you do that for your boss? Or did you do that for me?”
He leans closer, caging your body against his desk. Your lips part in surprise and Namjoon forces himself not to react when your tongue slips out to wet them.
“Namjoon, I -- ” your voice is barely above a whisper when you find it. “-- I don’t understand you right now.”
“How could I have every resource at my fingertips and not help you?” he asks, reaching one hand out to cup your face. The pad of his thumb ghosts over your lips and you shudder under his touch. “Why didn’t you come to me when you knew I could help?”
“I don’t know,” you admit, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.
“You should have come to me,” he admonishes quietly. You lean into the touch of his hand. “I would have given you anything you asked for. Anything.”
“I understand that,” you say quietly, the tremor in your voice betraying your attempt at calm. “Because I would give you anything you asked for, too.”
Something about the way you say that snaps Namjoon back to reality.
He looks down at you like he’s only just now realized that he’s loaded on scotch, leaning you over his desk -- and well on his way to taking advantage of this situation. He tenses, pulling away.
“This is -- this is not --” he sputters pathetically for a moment. “Go home,” he pleads. “Please.”
He’s never hated himself as much as he does right now -- when you’re looking up at him with hurt and confusion in those wide, dark eyes.
“Go home before I do something I can’t take back.”
************************
tag list!
@prettyguardiansailormin @barbikatherine @55west81st @laabellaavitaa21 @codeinebelle @jalexad @trynavibewhileicry @poohsaidhi @eltrain80 @bluewhale52 @sahmfanficbts @midnighttifa
#namjoon smut#namjoon x reader#namjoon mafia#bts mafia#ficswithluv#networkbangtan#btswriterscollective#ksmutclub#btscreatorscorner#btswritersclub
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Back Home
A/N: The fact that I spent 15 minutes looking for a gif and still didn't find the one that would be perfect, I gave up and just put a photo on. I love this fic however, one of my favorites and I hope you will too.
REQUEST:hiiiii! i hope you’re having a wonderful day, filled with sunshine & rainbows !! 💫✨ may i please request sirius x daughter! reader imagine where the reader is staying with sirius for the first time since he went to azkaban and when she goes to bed he tries to tuck her in but struggles because the last time he’d have done it, he probably would’ve read her a story but she’s presumably grown out of that by now and so he’s not really sure what to do ? 🥺🍄
XX
All those easy days finally led to now- today. He had prepared thousands of different speeches, conversations, scenes inside his head but when it came to those last moments of seeing you for the first time since he had been taken away from you, nothing could make his heart beat faster than the simple thought of that. His hands were clamming up, his fingers were snapping due to all the anxiety, his knuckles cracking, his golden family ring twisting on his middle finger...
Nothing could have prepared him for today. Not thousands of different speeches or comforting words of his best friend, who had been taking care of you for the last few years. Maybe that was a bit comforting; for Remus to keep his promise to him, even though he thought he was a murderer, he still took you in. Remus with his good wolf-like heart, despite all the things he believed.
He told Sirius you wouldn't care how he was dressed but Sirius had changed about seven times already. Tie or no tie? Bow or no bow? A jacket or a blazer? Jeans or pants? Hair combed or natural? Shaved or not shaved?
It all led him to here; him pacing up and down the living room, twisting his family ring on his finger as another mistake has caught his eye. "This probably should be put away?" he continued to look at the black family vase. "KREACHER!" he shouted and the small elf appeared from thin air.
"Yes, Master-"
"Put this vase away. Hide it, throw it- I don't care. Just get it out of my sight." he spoke nervously and the elf obeyed, cursing under his breath.
He heard the door open and a loud laughter echo through the hall. Your laughter- it wasn't as small and high as he remembered it to be but it was still yours- that he definitely knew.
"Oh this place hasn't changed at all, Moony." you said as you had looked around the hall, a nostalgic rush of memories running through your head. "Grandpa told me he always hated this portrait of him. Said his nose was too large."
Sirius chuckled. That was true. He always did hate the portrait of him in the hall but never said anything because of his wife.
"Never said anything because of my wretched grandmother." you repeated his thoughts.
"Your grandmother was more than just wretched, Paddy." Remus smiled and grabbed your luggage. "I'll take these upstairs. I think you remember where your room was."
"Up, left, three doors down." you finger gunned him and made your way through the hall.
When you entered the living room, you were alone. Nothing but the same old black leather sofa, the magnificent fireplace you used to warm up with your grandfather when you visited- though where is grandpa. You swore his jar was right on the fireplace. A dark ugly vase.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked around if somebody has placed it somewhere else. When you did, your eyes met his.
Your breath got caught in your throat and you felt yourself standing completely still. Something cut you in half, maybe the way he had watched you but when you came out of your shock, you realised it was still the same warm, fuzzy, homely feeling that washed over you.
"Wow." he smiled, looking at you from head to toe. Your hair was long and he was quite surprised because when you were a child, you always hated long hair. Too much brushing- you used to say. Your eyes were welcoming, bright and similar. He used to tell you that they reminded him a bit of his younger brother, Regulus. He used to have that same welcoming and bright look in his eyes when he was a little boy. It wasn't much in the shape or the colour but in they way they saw the world, which scared him and inspired him at the same way.
You were not a little girl anymore. You had grown. You had gotten curves and a womanly-like shape. Of course, jeans and a leather jacket. Reminds him of himself when he was your age. Your face was full of youth and you looked taken care for.
"You're definitely not a little girl anymore." he said as he tried to catch his breath.
"Yeah." you smiled, sitting down and looking a bit around. "Twenty. Even I'm starting hard to believe it." you smiled and patted the seat next to you.
"Twenty." he sighed under his breath. He felt his heart sink and his shoulders slump. He had missed everything. From your childhood, to your first day at Hogwarts, your first date, graduation,...
"You haven't changed much." you said and he looked at you, laughing a bit.
"You think so?"
"Yeah." you shook your head. "Your hair is still long, your eyes a bit tired."
He kept quiet. Yes, he was tired. He was exhausted from hiding all the time, from living in that prison, filled with revenge for that rat. "He calls you Paddy still." Sirius smiled, referring to the nickname Remus had given you. "He used to do that from the moment you were born. Little Padfoot, he called you."
"Oh, he had told me all about the day I was born. You fainting in the middle."
"I just had to lay down for a while, okay. He's over-exaggerating." he started to defend himself.
"Bet." you laughed and he joined you.
"He told me you're training to become an Auror."
"Yeah. Guess, I take after my old man." you smiled brightly at him, melting his heart into a puddle of love and pride. When you saw him melt in front of your eyes, you put your hand on his knee and gave him a comforting look. "I always believed you were innocent. I just could never prove it."
"Oh, darling." he couldn't help himself, pulling you into a hug and letting tears fall down his cheeks at the words you had said. "I don't think you know how much I needed to hear that."
---
The whole experience of being here felt nostalgic. You knew you had been here before, stepped on those same stairs, dug your toes in that same rug, put your watch on that same night stand,... even the sheets felt as light and silky as it did when you were only a child. You didn't mind spending your time here. Your grandmother was strict, more than you heard but your grandfather was soft, nothing like you had heard from Remus or your dad or Regulus... not that you remember your uncle much. You had some faint memories of him but he simply disappeared one day and neither of your grandparents wanted to mention his name ever again. A forbidden name but it was his room, you occupied and whenever you laid here, more connected you felt to him and your roots when your father was away.
You spent weekends here or week days here. Remus was always in search of jobs and some months he couldn't provide for the both of you so you had spent some years here. Your grandfather melted at your sight, he simply adored you and he reminded you so much of your own father. Your grandmother always told you that you had made him go soft but grandchildren tend to do that. You knew she was softer to you as well, more than she was with your father and your uncle. Your grandfather said that she wanted to do right by you, not drive you away like she did with her sons. He knew because he did just the same.
There was a knock on the door that took you far away from the old memories. "Come in." you said gently and a curly-head lad popped his head in.
He gave you the usual smile- just the one that had been filled till your 6th year of life.
"I came in here to wish you good night." he said as he entered the room, keeping something behind his back. "Oh wow." he looked around the room, feeling a little chill run down his spine as the memories of his brother ran through his mind. "It's just as I remember it. You didn't change it much."
"No. I didn't feel the need."
"I wonder where is he." Sirius said in a low whisper, barely audible to you. You decided to let go of this topic.
"I wanted to ask you something."
He turned back to you and sat down at the edge of your bed. "Shoot."
"What happened to grandpa?" you asked, causing Sirius' eyes to furrow. "His ashes? Did you spread them anywhere?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The urn. It used to sit up on the fireplace. It was a large black one. I know this place he used to take me just before he passed away. Only me and him knew about it. He never told grandmother about this place and he made me promise that it will be out little secret. It's a cave somewhere in Ireland. Cliffs of Moher, I believe."
"Wait..." he stopped you a bit. "That big ugly black vase was filled with his ashes?"
"Yes?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh..." he felt his cheeks flush and you could see his eyes bulk out.
"Have you done something to the urn?"
"No, no. Of course not. I just put it in a much safer place." he lied and you could see right through it. He definitely did something to the urn but you let it pass, since the object in his hand pulled more of your attention.
"Alright. What's that in your hand?" you pointed and he quickly looked down.
"Oh, this." he pulled it out and it was a big thick book- a book you had a clear memory of. "It's silly, you probably don't remember it anymore."
You let out a laugh. "You're joking, right?" you sat up gently took the book away from him. "The Tales of Beedle the Bard!" you let out another excited laugh. "How could I not remember this? You used to read it to me every night. I could not fall asleep without it."
Sirius felt his poor heart explode in his chest. God, you still had that little girl inside of you. The one he tucked in every night but always resister with your tiny little legs because it was always too hot.
"I thought you'd have outgrown it.." he said quietly.
"If my friends ask me, yes but between you and me-" you leaned forward and whispered. "This is a little secret."
He let out another laugh. "Would you like me to read it to you again?"
You smiled widely. "I'd love for you to read it but dad-" you said and is eyes snapped to you, wide in surprise as it was the first time you had called him that in so many year. "- wouldn't you rather... get the Urn back first before Kreacher throws it away?"
"Probably a good idea but I'll be back." he stood up and ran out of the room, causing you to laugh at the sight but when he did come back with his father in his arms, he already saw you asleep in your bed.
He gently put his father on the desk and made his way to you. The book was open in the middle, one of yours and his favorite tales. He scooped the book up and placed it beside the vase. Then he remembered just how much his father hated these fairytale based books, so he pushed it far away from him.
"Even when your dust, I can't trust you." he said, narrowing his eyes at the vase before going back to you and observing you for a moment.
If he really thought about it, he didn't really lose you. Maybe time did take a way some of the precious memories he wanted to share with you but you turned out beautiful. You turned out to be this amazing, forgiving and understanding angel that still loved to read fairytales and take care of people when they were already ash.
He grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled it up to your chin, tucking you neatly just as he would when you were a child. Then he could hear something happening at the foot of the bed and see your bare feet poking out. He let out a small laugh.
"Some habits stay the same." he said, pushing away the strands on your forehead and giving you a gentle kiss. He then quietly took the book and his father, smiling that he gets to spend the rest of his life, creating new memories with you.
#sirius black#sirius black imagine#harry potter#marauders#marauders imagine#marauders imagines#remus lupin#remus lupin imagine#james potter#james potter imagine#sirius black x reader
95 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Handsome Artist. 12. (Daniel Ricciardo)
Let's go Colorado. After the messy night they spend together, Abigail agrees to go on a trip to Red Rocks.
MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.
Previous part: Warm Shower.
Notes: Pic. This is the last of the future parts I had written so... next chapter will probably take a while.
Warning: Food.
"Are you sure? You look pretty happy"
Molly said.
"I'm sure. I want to go."
I was impatient. He said he would at 8 pm, we would drive through the night and arrive in the morning, sleep a bit and then in the afternoon we would go to Red Rocks. At first I thought it was a bit of a horrible idea. Driving for so many hours and at night. But then he got all excited and he was beaming in happiness. I was weak. After having him crying in my arms, I couldn't deny that.
"Do you have condoms? Toothpaste? The phone charger."
I blushed. Both Molly and Charlotte were there with me. I had condoms. I wasn't sure I would need them. I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. I was kind of scared yet. It was a big deal for me. But just in case.
"She has. I saw them" Molly answered for me.
The doorbell interrupted them. Molly jumped and ran to the door. "Yes, come up"
I felt the nerves setting. We have met four times in this two weeks. It was always quick coffee dates when we had some free time. We had planned the whole trip, he had informed me of everything and seeing him so excited made me even happier. But it was a trip with his friends. With people I barely knew. I wasn't used to this. I hadn't left the city in months.
When I saw him appear, I almost faint. He was so handsome. Today he was looking the best he had done in the last two weeks. Through our dates, I had seen him getting better. He hadn't slept much on the first days. Dark marks had circled his eyes. But he looked so fresh now. He looked so good.
"Ladies..." He gave Molly a quick hug and then walked to Charlotte, who opened her arms and squeezed him.
"Take care of my girl. She hasn't left in so long. Not even Molly could do it"
I blushed.
"I promise, Charlotte"
They didn't know what had happened. I just told them he had invited me. I couldn't expose him like that.
Daniel kissed Charlotte's cheek.
"And remind her to bring a souvenir. She always forgets. The girls went to this trip to New York on high school. It was Molly who brought the gif for me"
"I always take a thousand pictures for you" I defended myself.
"I want a magnet for the fridge." Charlotte told Danny.
"Noted"
Then Daniel turned to me and smiled so big.
"Ready?"
"Ready"
"Take care, have fun and enjoy a lot" Molly exclaimed through the window when we were getting my stuff on the car.
Soon, he started the engine.
"Let's go, Colorado"
"Let's go" I said smiling.
He turned the music on and started driving. Soon we wetr out of Los Angeles.
"Well, now, 15 hours to Morrison, Colorado." He said smiling at me.
The first part of the trip was slow, there was so much traffic and we were in silence. We didn't talked much. But when 2 hours later he pull to the side of the road.
"Wanna stretch my legs a bit" He gave me the softest smile.
"Okay. I can drive, If you'd let me."
"I think I'm saving that for later"
"Fine"
We jumped out of the car and looked around. There was not much to see. Only a small town in the middle of nowhere.
I leaned on the car and he walked closer to me.
"How are you?" He asked softly.
"I'm fine. You?"
He bit his lip.
"Ready to have some good fun" He grabbed my hand. "Aren't you nervous or something?"
"I'm nervous, yes. But excited."
He smiled and leaned next to me.
"I have thought that... Well." He swallowed. "I have been thinking a lot this week, Abigail"
I felt my breath get stuck in my throat.
"I want you to know what happened because it weights so much on me. I'm so so grateful for your help. For dealing with it. And I feel that you deserve to know"
"Daniel..."
"Don't stop me. I want to tell you, Abi. I'm sorry I'm doing it now. Maybe it's not the way you wanted to start the trip, but I really need to do it. I can't wait till Monday or Tuesday."
I touched his arm softly.
"It's fine. I told you to do it when you felt ready, if it's now..."
He nodded slowly.
"Do you mind if we get back to the road? Driving helps me to relax."
"Of course, yes."
Before letting me in the pink car, he pulled me for a hug. I took a deep breath and brace myself for what he would tell me.
It took him more than five minutes to start. I was there, nervously waiting and playing with me rings.
"Fine. Um... I don't know where to start"
"From the beginning. Just take your time"
He took my hand and kissed my knuckles before dropping it on his thigh. I took a breath. I could feel his skin, obviously not covered by his diy shorts. His tattoo, the ship, was right under my palm and I felt so uneasy.
"Fine. Uh... I had a girlfriend. Holly"
Nice. Good start.
"I dated her for a while." He grabbed the wheel with both hands and swallowed. "It was a long relationship."
I sjust let him sleep. I didn't want to interrupt him. I wanted him to let it out at his own pace.
"We met on a party. We went home together that night. She seemed so perfect. The sex was good. She was beautiful. She had pretty hair and a good body. She was outgoing and loved expensive things. I don't know. I kind of feel for all of that. I had a pretty girlfriend. I was working in one of the most successful tattoo parlors in Los Angeles. I was blinded. She was nice. She was good with me, with my family. She treated them well"
He sighed.
I didn't knew what to feel. She seemed perfect and so different to me.
"But... All of that was on side of her. She was only that nice when I was around. It was Michael who told me. I couldn't believe him at first. It was..."
"You thought he was jealous" I finished. I knew that feeling well. I got so angry at Molly the first time she warned me.
He shoot me a quick look.
"Yes. She was manipulative. She was all smiles and nice words when I was there, but when I was not..." His voice broke for a second. "There was this time... My family was here. They came to spend Christmas here. She talked shit to my mum. And left Michelle outside the house. I defended her when she told me she hadn't heard the bell. Michelle got so angry at me and..."
I felt rage boiling in my blood. How could someone be like that?
"Holly manipulated me. She made me believe my family hated her for nothing. I was in love with her. I was blinded. Then... Then I started to realize. Michael put some sense into me... He always does" He chuckled a bit. "I'm glad he did. But then..."
His chest filled with air. He bit his lip and gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles went white.
My heart was beating fast. It felt so familiar. So real. So close. It felt like a lucid dream. I had lived it. I had gone through the same.
"I decided that I wanted to break up with her. She didn't made me happy anymore. It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want my family to hate my partner. I wanted them to be happy. I wanted the kids to love their aunt. I-I... They are the most important thing for me and she made them fight, she made this two little kids who love each other fight. I opened my home for her and she took advantage of it."
I felt guilty. It was too soon and I had gone and treated the kids as if they were my family.
"Danny, wait. I'm sorry if I overstepped with them... I didn't mean to make you..."
"No, no, no. No, Abi. You are fine. It's fine. I loved it. Don't worry about it."
He grabbed my hand again and I shivered. He loved it. He loved me with the most important thing of his life.
"Okay. Um... Sorry."
"Don't be."
I gave him a smile and pulled his hand to my lap. I stroked his knuckles and he took a deep breath.
"Fine. Now comes the hard part"
"Okay" I caressed his skin softly and he gripped my fingers tight.
"The day I tried to break up with her... I told her it was over. I didn't want it anymore. S-she told me she was pregnant"
I felt cold. Did Danny had a kid? Why hadn't he told me? Did he lost it? Did their mother took them away? Did Danny not want them? He wasn't like that, right? Grace said he wanted to be a dad so bad.
"She begged me to not break up with her. For the sake of the kid. I-I believed her. I believed it was the best. I always wanted kids. I did it for my kid"
I reached for the window and opened it. I was suffocating. Where was that kid?
"I stayed with her. I told everyone. Friends. Family. I was excited. It was weird because I didn't love her. I wasn't happy with her. But thinking about how my kid, a kid I've always wanted, was growing in her, it made me less miserable. My family wasn't that happy. I knew they thought I should have the baby. They knew I wanted her away. But I wouldn't let that kid grow without me."
I wanted to cry and scream. I was so confused.
"Then... Then a couple of months went by. I thought the pregnancy was still pretty recent and that's why she wasn't showed much. Then... I-I caught her in the middle of a call."
His fingers moved in mine nervously. I couldn't understand anything. It was so confusing.
He swallowed before speaking.
"She was faking. She wanted to tie me to her. She wanted me around. She took advantage of me. I have money, I have good friends everywhere. I could give her a lot of things. She wanted it. So when she felt she was loosing it, she told me she was pregnant with a kid that never existed."
I felt my heart breaking. I hated that woman so much. I didn't even know her and I already hated her.
"Danny..."
"I had a trip planned to Australia for Dad's birthday. She had planned to fake an miscarriage during that week so I wouldn't be around. She wanted to say she had lost the kid."
"W-what?"
"Yes. Meanwhile... Meanwhile she had been trying to get pregnant. I don't even know what she tried with me. Don't wanna know."
I caressed his arm slowly and took his hand to my lips. I left a little kiss on the number 3 and he smiled softly.
"Tell me that's all" I begged him. I didn't want him to suffer. Why would she do that to him?
"I wish. The other day... That day... I saw her. I was a bit drunk and went out to get some fresh air. She was there. She has a kid now. Two years old kid."
"When did you..."
"Two years ago"
I gasped. Did he had a kid or not?
"She couldn't get pregnant from me. So she looked for someone's else. She found him. Has a kid now."
"Daniel I..." Everything made sense. His words on the bathroom, the state he was in, the tears.
"I didn't want you to know at first because it fucked me up. It fucked me really bad and I didn't want you to run away because of it"
"I won't. I won't run away. I-I... I have a past too, Dan."
He looked at me.
"What have they done?" He asked softly.
I would open to him. I would show him the most vulnerable Abigail.
"You know this thing people say. If I had a penny for any time I have been cheated on I would only have two pennies."
Another quick look and a soft touch on the side of my hand.
"Which is weird because I have only dated two men."
"No..."
"Yes. I've only have two boyfriends. Both cheated on me. That's why it takes me a bit to trust. I don't want to go through that again. I think I can understand your pain because Arnie, the last one... " I took a deep breath. "He manipulated me and messed so bad with me. I think I can understand what you feel"
Maybe tell him everything was too much. Maybe I wasn't ready to talk about my problems. About the trauma. Maybe I needed to talk to Jennifer first.
"Listen. Those two were total assholes. Okay? I don't know them. But I hate them. How could they do that to the best person that has ever stepped on Santa Monica and the rest of Los Angeles. Maybe even the states. Not the earth because my mum is an angel."
I blushed and my breath got stuck on my throat.
"You are so special, Abigail. Maybe you were too much for them. Not maybe. You were. You are beauty and grace. You are awesome. Abi, you are awesome. I will tell you as many times as you need. I'm so happy to have met you"
I brought his hand to my lips again and kissed it. His fingers were slightly stained with ink and I had just noticed.
I liked him so much. So so much. I was so sure of it. But not ready at all too. I was ready to be next to him, to go on trips with him, to go to the beach, make plans... But I wasn't ready for more. I wasn't ready and for the first time I didn't feel any kind of pressure. It was okay to go slow, to take a step each time.
"Thank you, Daniel. Y-you too. I love spending time with you and... I know you will be a good dad. Fantastic even. The kids love you and so will yours."
"Thank you, Abi. You are the sweetest."
I felt better now. He knew a piece of that part of me. He could understand now why I behave in certain ways.
"And... You are okay now, right?" He asked cautiously.
"I am. I go to therapy regularly."
"I mean with us" He said almost whispering. I loved the way his lips pounced us.
I blushed. I was more than okay. I had never been better.
"I am."
He smiled.
"Let's forget about them. About Arnie and Holly. Fuck them. We are now on our way to Red Rocks and we will have a good fun. Right?"
"Yes. I'm excited" I told him smiling.
"Fine. Because it will be great. Corey knows this place. He said we can go on a hike. Tomorrow. It's beautiful. A little lagoon. You're gonna love it"
My heart beated fast.
"Also, he has a loft with one of those sofa bed or divans or something like that. Only for you"
"Oh wow, I'm flattered."
He chuckled.
The tension had dissipated, he seemed more relaxed, he was smiling differently now. There were no worry lines on his forehead. And me? I felt as if I had left the cards on the table. He new my past, a part of it. I had just trusted him with that and I had only done it because I felt he wouldn't take advantage of it.
"Yeah, I didn't want you to share a room with me and the guys. Scotty is sleeping on Corey's room with Cloe, his girlfriend. They are getting married soon..."
He started talking nonstop. He told me about Scotty, his aussie friend who was a snowboard teacher. Cloe, his soon to be wife who was super nice. Then Corey, who was a photographer and producer in Hollywood, he didn't make big things but was so fucking good at his job. Then Blake, he was an accountant. He met him when he was working in another studio. He told him to follow him when he went with Lewis and he was in charge of finances in the studio now. Michael had a gym close to the Troubadour. He joked about how he gave spinning lessons to grannies. He was happy, he couldn't stop talking about how they would love me and how I would feel so comfortable with them.
"So... You have the loft because the soon to be married couple wanted the suit for themselfs. And I suppose you wouldn't want to share a bedroom with Mike and me or Blake and Corey." He chuckled. "Michael is full of testosterone. You've seen him. The guy is huge."
I laughed.
"It's fine, thank you. I just hope there are no ghost up there"
"I can protect you, don't worry"
It made me laugh. He was so cute.
He didn't stop talking during the whole trip. He talked about how he met Michael when they were barely kids. How he was an engineer but then discovered that his real passion was sport after being a rugby player. Then he talked about Blake. They met when Daniel messed with the numbers of his own tattoos and then the owner of the studio made him go and check it with Blake. Then he talked about how Scotty was his friend soulmate. He was from Melbourne, from the other side of the country. A couple of days by car probably. Then he told me about Corey, the wonderful stuff he made, the videos he always made from the trips they all made together. It was Corey's family house and the moment he told him about me, he was more than happy.
He laughed so hard when I opened my bag and pulled a half done crochet top.
"I bought this new shirt and any matched with it!" I defended myself.
"You are awesome. I want a top for my birthday"
The one in July. I remember Izzy clumsily saying his uncles birthdate. Maybe I could do something for him and gift it before he traveled to Australia.
We stopped on his favourite road restaurant in Nevada. They made all kinds of food. It was fun to share sushi and pizza in the middle of the dessert. Then whe crossed Las Vegas and he had to stop to take a Pic.
"I know it's not your thing, but we will come someday and I will show you my favourite things. No casino and party stuff, I promise" He said patting my leg.
Then the night came and we fell in silence. The music was on the back, soft and melodic. I was pretty relaxed and had rested well through the whole trip. The road was so calm. When I turned to him, he gave me a soft smile.
"Are you tired?" I whispered softly.
"A bit."
It was long past midnight. Long long.
"We can stop and have a coffee." I told him.
He smiled.
"Fine"
Soon we found a little village with a 24h open dinner. Macy's.
He stretched like a car when he climbed out of the car.
"Aren't you so tired?" He asked.
"I'm fine. I have been pretty relaxed the whole trip"
Inside the dinner, we order a couple of coffees and waffles with Nutella. Then we sat on the table. The place was empty and there was music playing on the back.
"If you don't like Nutella let me tell you that this won't work"
I giggled.
"I love it. Who doesn't?"
"Well. Holly didn't. I shouldn't have trusted her" He said laughing.
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make it look less important. But I had hold him in tears under the shower.
I leaned and kissed his cheek softly. I blushed, but felt happy.
"Okay, let's be all cute and cliche. Open"
He showed me the fork with some waffle and I giggled. I opened and he gave it to me. It was delicious.
"It's so good" I said covering my mouth.
He dropped his arm around the sea and suddenly I was comfortably tucked on his side.
"It's sooooo good." He said having some himself.
I giggled when I saw the Nutella on the corner of his mouth. Cupping his chin, I wiped it carefully. I felt like a teen girl again. The only difference was that now the guy was truly interested in me.
We spent almost an hour in there, comfortable and talking in whisperes on the corner of that old place. I felt alive, I laughed like a kid at his stupid jokes and made him laugh at mine. It was incredible. Then we had an argument, testing who was more stubborn. I was. I won and payed for our late night dinner or too early breakfast.
He took my hand once we were outside.
"Hey, Dan"
He looked at me.
"Do you prefer if I drive this last time?"
"Are you sure?"
"You look tired. Get some rest."
He smiled and pulled me to his side, he kissed my temple and passed me the keys.
"Take care of her"
"Her?"
"Mhm"
It made me laugh.
We sat on the car and he observed me with a smile for the first few minutes. It made me a bit nervous because he looked like a puppy, but soon his eyes closed and the next time I looked he had laid against the window.
I drove for two hours, I saw sunrise in front of me accompanied by Danny's soft breathing. I tried to wake him up so we could share that moment, but he was so sleepy. It was cute. He looked like a baby. He looked way better than the other time I watched him sleep.
Then the GPS guided me to a house past Morrison, Colorado. It was made of wood, painted in light green. There was a couple of cars outside and a figure on the porch. It was only past 9 am when I parked. I recognized the figure. Michael. He got up and smiled, saying hi with his hand. I said hi too and saw how he went inside.
I turned to Daniel. He looked so handsome like this. I reached my hand and softly touched his hair. I was dying to feel it, to touch those black curls and comb them with my fingers.
"Danny? Hey sweetheart. We just arrived"
He stirred a bit and frowned.
"Dan. Good morning"
He opened his eyes and turned his face to me, I left my hand fall and he grabbed it.
"Good morning"
I hadn't slept a single minute since yesterday. I was exhausted. But his smile made me forget about that for a second.
"Did you drive here? All the way?"
"I actually found this man and asked him to do it for me. He stayed in the town. I didn't want you to catch me."
He chuckled.
"Welcome to Morrison, Abi" His morning voice was so pretty.
I leaned and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Thank you for bringing me"
"It just begun"
"Hey! Why can she drive the car but not me?"
We both looked. A tall man with straight air and clear skin was there. A woman, blonde and curly haired was next to him laughing.
"And that is Scotty" Daniel said laughing.
We left the car and soon Danny's hand found my shoulder. I felt safe.
"Guys. She is Abigail. She is super nice and I'm sure you will love her."
"Hey, I'm Scotty."
"I'm Cloe"
The couple was so nice. They gave me friendly smiles and Cloe even hugged me.
"YOu already know Michael and Blake. And... That's Corey."
"Hi, Abigail"
THe photographer hugged me too with a smile.
"I hope you like the loft because this idiot didn't stop until he got the thing for you"
I blushed slightly.
"Hey, she wouldn't want to sleep in a bedroom full packed with dudes. Right?"
"That's right" I said giggling.
Daniel hugged my shoulders.
"Welcome, Abigail. Danny can show you the house, right?" Corey said.
"Right"
"Thank you for... I don't know, let me stay. And the loft. Thank you for that too. The living room would have been okay"
"Nothing of that." Corey said with a smile.
"Hey, let's get our stuff inside and sleep a bit. I'm so tired" Danny said.
We both picked our bags from the car and went inside, the other staying on the porch for breakfast.
Daniel left his stuff in the room first. There were too small beds.
"How will Michael fit in there?" I said from the door and he laughed.
"I don't know. I really don't know"
Then he accompanied me to the loft. There were some stairs and a wooden door. When I opened it, I smiled. There wasn't much, but it was cute and cosy.
"What a pity I only have two nights to spend here" I left my bag on a chair and walked to the convertible sofa. There was a window in the ceiling, one of those skylights. I like the place.
"I knew you would like it" I shivered when Danny hugged my waist. His warmth felt better than anything.
I found myself leaning back on his chest. My heart was thumping in my chest so fast.
"Thank you for coming" He whispered and rested his chin on my shoulder. I slid my hands over his and threaded our fingers. A simple hug in an empty room became the most intimate moment I had shared with anyone. I didn't know what to say, words probably wouldn't come out either. "They already love you. I know it. I'd love it if all of you... I want my friend to be your friend too" He added in a whisper.
"They seem nice"
"You will love them. I promise. I wouldn't have brought you here if not"
I smiled softly. Molly was my only friend and it made me nervous to meet new people.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Danny"
He kissed my shoulder and I closed my eyes.
"You will love it."
I don't know for how long we stayed like that. Then, in silence, he helped me to set the sofa and make it a bed.
"I'm gonna crash in the bed for a bit." He said walking to the door. I followed him there.
"Me too"
"Have a good sleep. I need you awake for tonight. We have pretty good tickets"
I smiled and nodded.
"I will"
"See you later. Feel free to wake me up if you want to. Lunch will probably be at 13.00."
"Perfect."
I closed the door and leaned on it. I was falling in love with him. So fast and so deep.
Me and the necessity of writing a slow burn that I won't stand later. I want them to kiss already.
Next part: Lavander Girl.
Tags: @controsnes @thybulleric @ln15 @lcuppo @priylodhasstuff @shadowbowgirl13 @txtflxx @scotlynaurora @chxrryrose @f1-incorrect-s
67 notes
·
View notes
Note
It’s the handholding that did me. The fact that they are just so comfortable with each other. This would probably feel normal for any other couple but these two went through so much and had to hide their feelings for so long. He always liked to hold her hand and now that he can do it out in the open he will most likely use every opportunity to do so. God I love these two so much. And to quote Sara: I never thought I’d see this day coming :)
hi, anon!
having spent the better part of the last two days staring in awe at the trailer and giffing all the gsr bits over and over again, i have to say i am so deeply impressed by billy and jorja's body language.
they've always both been superb physical actors—hence why so much of gsr comes down to little looks and surreptitious touches and barely perceptible changes in bearing—but what they've done with this pda is really remarkable, even by their usually high standards.
not only have they, as @bartramcat discussed in a great meta from yesterday, taken this old thing and "made it new," but they've also then created the illusion that that new thing is actually old—that it has some sense of precedent.
even as longtime csi viewers and gsr shippers, we've never gotten to see this kind of open pda from grissom and sara before.
if we count the events of "immortality," in fifteen seasons plus a made-for-tv movie, we got a grand total of six handholds, three face strokes, three arm-in-arm walks, a handful of various secret caresses, two hugs, one in-bed cuddle session, and two and a half damn kisses.
but, hey, who's counting?
so, to us, all this "walk into the lab holding hands, embrace in the hall, play footsie with our kit in front of our new boss" stuff is new; it's not something we've actually seen before, and especially not in such high concentrations.
it's also new to billy and jorja as actors, who've never had the chance to play grissom and sara this way before—not when the majority of their on-screen relationship was either a secret or long-distance; not when the csi production team had such strangely victorian sensibilities even at times when they could have potentially allowed us to glimpse somewhat "more."
but here's the thing:
watching it, it feels old.
grissom and sara walk into the lab hand in hand, and even though we've never seen them do that before—much less, as @fixomnia-scribble so astutely pointed out in the notes of this gifset, seen them do that under non-angsty circumstances—it feels like something we have seen a thousand times previously; like something they've been doing forever.
and of course they have.
that's the genius of billy and jorja: that they've taken this thing that, outside of the universe of the show is very novel, and somehow made it seem timeworn within the universe of the show.
grissom and sara probably first held hands in 1998 and have been doing so on and off for twenty-three years now, and it shows!
there is a practiced element to their motion, a sureness to their fit. they look exactly the way an old, married couple (who happens to still be madly in love) should look holding hands; there's a familiarity there, a naturalness, a sense of met expectation.
they just go together.
and it's not only there in the handholding.
that hug!
the fact that they hug each other the same way every time: in episode 09x01 "for warrick," in "immortality," and now here in the reboot.
that sara's hand always roams over grissom's neck and that grissom always holds sara so tightly—there's characterization written into that touch.
sara, who has never had anyone really show up for her before grissom, has to feel as much of him as possible—to prove to herself that he's there and that he's real; to connect with him as much as she can. she also, knowing him and how much just being with her soothes him, does it for his sake, to help him calm and gentle; to remind him that he's got her, always; to write comfort across his skin.
meanwhile, grissom just envelopes her, gathering her as close and as tight as possible, clinging to her like his life depends on it—because, he considers, it does. he also makes himself a rock for her, stable, strong, and constant, which is what she's always needed him to be.
that's the core of their relationship, right there.
the way they hold each other says so much about them.
i'm really just in awe that we're gonna get to see stuff like this all the time in the new series—maybe not a handhold or a hug or a kiss in every episode, but just this degree of openness; just our otp actually being together and united and married.
in the six years since "immortality," they've had so much time to fall back into these wonderful old habits—the ones they undoubtedly had the first time around, too, but which we didn't get to see for various reasons.
now they have no reason to hide or to pretend they're anything but what they are, which is two people who've been in love for over twenty years and who have an entire lexicon of touch written between them.
i can't wait to see what billy and jorja do with this assignment.
i also can't wait for that kiss tally to finally go up.
thanks for the message, anon! please feel welcome to send another any time.
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m Here For You
Pairing: teen!Loki x female teen!reader (platonic) Summary: Loki comforts you when he finds you crying over school. Warnings: none :) A/N: Here you go nonny! In my head the reader has a tiny crush on Loki, but this can be read as an entirely platonic relationship. Hope you like it :)
Permanent Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiant @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff @lokistan @lowkeyorlokificrecs @gaitwae @whatafuckingdumbass @castiels-majestic-wings @kozkaboi @cozy-the-overlord @birdgirl90 @myraiswack @mythicalgarlicknot @what-a-flammable-heart @marvelouslovely @laurenandloki @fallinallinmendes @sophlubbwriting
Disclaimer: Gif not mine
Reincarnations were a pesky business, really. Loki had been through it more than enough times to know. Unfortunately, his latest one didn’t go exactly as planned, and he’d ended up a kid. It wasn’t all bad, though, as now he had happy childhood memories. He still had the old, haunting ones too, but he no longer viewed youth with nearly so much disdain.
For the past number of years, he’d been living in the Tower with Tony, who he called his uncle but really was more of a father to him than Odin ever was. Thor dropped in fairly often too, and their brotherly bond seems to have benefitted from the little reset Loki went through.
Life on Midgard was different than Asgard, especially when he wasn’t being raised as royalty. Admittedly, he enjoyed the more laid-back life. He took walks in the parks, hung out with friends, went to the mall, and attended school just like everyone else. Ok, maybe not exactly like everyone else, considering he did still have thousands of years of knowledge.
Anyway, he was in his last year of high school, with only a few months left before graduation. Most of the people he knew were obsessing over their next step in the journey of life: college. Not him, though. For once, he was living for himself, and decided to take a gap year. College would still be there after. That is, if he wanted to go at all. Again, he did still have his old memories, so maybe he’d never even feel the need to. Maybe he could just travel the world helping others or work with Tony in the lab. Either way, he wasn’t in any particular rush to figure it out.
Loki was about to head into the renowned Tower he called home when he swore he heard sobbing coming from somewhere. He shoved his keycard back into his messenger bag and walked around the small campus to where he thought the sound was coming from. Stopping in front of some bushes, he saw the outline of a girl hunched up into herself through the leaves. The young god cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, which prompted her to quickly stop making noise. Though, he still could see her body convulsing from the now stifled sobs.
Sighing, he sat on the ground. “Hey, is everything alright back there?” No reply. Maybe it was more than just embarrassment stopping them. Maybe they also weren’t supposed to be here. He decided to try to lighten the mood with some playfulness. “You know, Tony doesn’t mind people being on the campus, but I gotta warn you, he’s kind of cheap with tissues he buys. I’m thinking of getting a handkerchief. What do you think? Is it possible to make me look any dorkier than I already do?”
That earned him a light chuckle. “You don’t look dorky at all. Like ever.”
He startled and said your name, not having realized it was you back there, but recognized your voice. “Is that you? Hang on, I’m coming back.”
You were Stark’s newest prodigy intern. He’d started the program a few years ago, giving some kids an inside look and experience in the tech field. This year, your application had been chosen out of thousands. You were a bright teen, so it made sense to Loki. He’d talked to you a few times before, but the conversations were incredibly short as you were extremely shy, barely even lasting two full minutes. Still, he’d been sure to give you a wave and a smile when he came across you, but it didn’t really ever do anything to help you out of your shell.
After crawling through the greenery, he plopped down next to you in the small, squished space between the bushes and the building. You’d scooched over a little so there would be room for him. He hated the way you were still holding in your cries.
“It’s alright. Just let it all out, ok?” he hesitantly said. That seemed to be all the encouragement you needed before your tears took over again. Slowly, so you could pull away if you wanted to, Loki wrapped you in a hug. When you calmed down, for real this time, he finished rubbing a last few large circles on your back before pulling back a little to look at you. “Feeling better?”
You nodded. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” he parroted back in question. His thumb caught one of the last tears trickling down your cheek. “Whatever for? There is no need to apologize for having emotions.”
“Your shirt,” you sniffled.
He looked down to see it was, in fact, wet from your tears. He just shrugged. “I’ve got more. Besides, it’ll dry.”
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“No worries, kid. Want to come in now? I could make you some tea or coffee or hot cocoa or whatever. Name it.”
“Can I have some cocoa? I-if it’s not too much trouble,” you mumbled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.
“Of course! And you know I was kidding about the tissues, right?” he chuckled, fishing a pack out of his bag.
Once you’d cleaned yourself up a bit, the two of you crawled out from your hiding place, Loki offering his hand to help you stand. Then he led you up to the kitchen to get your drink. Tony would have had no problem with you using the kitchen—or any of the rooms in his home, really—but you were too nervous to overstep and never actually did. You were both seated with mugs of the thick, steamy, chocolaty liquid before Loki tried to find out what was wrong.
“So. What’s up?” he began.
“Oh, nothing. I’m fine,” you replied with a falsely bright smile.
“Kid, I know a thing or two about crying. You’re not fine.” You ducked your head in shame, and he was quick to clarify himself. “And that’s not a bad thing! You’re human, you have human emotions. No one’s ok one hundred percent of the time. And... And you don’t have to talk about it, but maybe you should. It might make you feel better. So, if you want to, I’m here.”
“It’s stupid,” you shook your head with a wry laugh. Your lip was quivering, more tears threatening to spill. “School is stressing me out.”
“That’s not stupid, it’s how you feel. And, might I add, it’s perfectly understandable and valid. I mean, not only are you trying your best there, but you also come here every day for your internship. Norns, you must be freaking Supergirl or something.”
You chuckled at the colloquial from his home world. “I dunno about that now. It just... It seems like no matter what I do, I’m not good enough. I don’t have the best grades, or the most friends, or the prettiest looks, or the greatest anything, really. Ugh, it all just feels so pointless sometimes.”
“You know what? You’re right. It does all feel pointless. But it’s not. Don’t get me wrong, school doesn’t measure how smart you are; it measures how good you are memorizing stuff and taking tests. Which is incredibly frustrating! But it helps you explore some subjects and have fun with the friends you do have. The most important thing it does, though, is teach you perseverance. Like we said, school’s hard. But you keep trying, no matter what. And I see a smart, talented, beautiful young girl before me. Your feelings are valid, but don’t let them consume you. Trust me, you have a lot to be proud of.”
Loki picked at his nails while you stared at your mug, mulling over his words. He worried he said something wrong or overstepped in some way, but he’d been where you were not too long ago.
“Thank you,” you finally said. “I don’t think I can just fix everything overnight, you know? But what you said really does mean a lot.”
“You’re quite welcome,” Loki responded with a warm, friendly smile. He took a swig of his own drink, choosing his next words carefully. “No one should expect you to fix anything that fast. As long as you’re trying, you’re doing something right. A lot right, actually. You deserve breaks too. And if you ever need someone to vent to or whatever, I’m here.”
“Thanks again. And I’m here for you, too.”
He gave you a natural, lopsided grin as the two of you exchanged numbers. He was glad to see you were much more at ease, though still considerably shy with him. Still, he could imagine you becoming more bold as your friendship blossomed. You timidly ducked your head when Tony walked in.
“Oh no. You better not be turning her to the dark side,” Tony teased as he made himself a cup of coffee. “I’ve had enough pranks for a lifetime.”
“Relax, Uncle Tony. I haven’t recruited her for any mischief... Yet,” he joked back with a wink in your direction, causing you to giggle behind your hand.
“Whew, that’s a relief. Well, if you two aren’t plotting my untimely demise, feel free to head to the lab whenever you want, kid.”
“Actually, I’m good to go now, Mr. Stark.” You stood up and grabbed your bag from beside your chair where you’d left it earlier. “Bye, Loki. Talk soon! And, uh, thanks again.”
With one final smile, you scurried off to your destination. Loki smiled back and waved as you left, feeling some sense of hope and direction bloom in his chest. You’d given him an idea.
“Hey, Uncle Tony. I was thinking, how would you feel about another Stark Industries youth program?...”
#thanks for requesting!#loki x reader#loki x you#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki#mcu loki#loki fluff#fluff#marvel fluff#mcu fluff#reader insert#female reader#loki x female reader#mcu#marvel fanfiction#loki fanfic#marvel#mcu fanfiction#mcu reader insert#loki friggason#loki friggason x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#loki odinson x reader#loki oneshot#marvel oneshot#loki x y/n#loki x reader platonic
103 notes
·
View notes
Text
What It’s Like
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Fandom: YouTube
Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader
Word Count: 1,623
Warnings: a short moment of angst, crying,
Summary: Y/N invites Ethan, her roommate, to come play Mario Kart and eat takeout with her after his Twitch stream.
Author’s Note: This is just a quick little thing I thought about the last night! Am I procrastinating to keep from writing those series? Yes. Yes I am. [thank you @soft-haas16 for proof reading and giving me feedback! Ur the best <3]
Tags: @bigdickdaddysatan , @staxryskxes , @soft-haas16 , @cas-loves-pizza
Masterlist // Read Before Requesting
(GIF NOT MINE)
Ethan sat in his gaming chair in front of his monitors spinning side to side as he read the chat that was gliding up one of his screens.
“Spidie-cents, thank you for the bits!” He calls, eyes still following the words coming in.
He’d had an average day, nothing too outstanding and interesting about it. So why not spice things up with a surprise stream?
“When am I playing Among Us again? I don’t know. Hopefully sometime soon. I’ve been trying to get a lobby going with Seán, Corpse, Chris, and the rest of the usual bunch.”
He takes a sip of his water and checks his phone real quick. Nothing. He sighs and sets it back on the table, looking up at the chat.
“Are me and Y/N dating?”
Ethan becomes visibly uncomfortable at the question. “Uh, no. We just live together. Not dating.”
Chat goes wild, teasing him and asking a thousand more questions.
Ethan struggles with reading while the chat is going so fast. Only making out different ship names and heart emotes.
“Guys. Guys. Calm down. I can’t read chat.”
There’s a soft knock on his recording room door. “Yeah?” Ethan calls out. You step in, looking slightly shy and nervous. The stream can’t see you, which your thankful for. But they can see the way Ethan is looking at you. Smiling with loving eyes and excitement running through him.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Oh, am I interrupting?” You ask, concerned.
“Oh. No, your fine. What do you need?” He reassures
“Well, I was gonna see if - when your stream ends - you would want to come play some Mario Kart with me? And maybe order some takeout?” You’re fidgeting with your hands, trying to maintain eye contact.
Ethan smiles warmly and nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Totally. I’m ending my stream in about an hour,” he checks his phone for the time, “is that okay?”
You grin. “It’s perfect. Thank you. I can’t wait.”
Ethan expresses the same feelings before you both say goodbye and you leave the room, giddily preparing to order food.
✩ ✩ ✩
Ethan comes downstairs after his stream, excited for a game night with you.
You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You’re wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants that you might or might not have stolen from Ethan, a black spaghetti strap shirt, and a silver chain necklace Ethan had gotten you for your birthday last year.
He smiles at the memory of you opening the box he’d been holding behind his back, gasping and giggling and completely at a loss for words.
You struggled for a few minutes trying to find a way and thank him for such a beautiful piece of jewelry.
You look up from your phone and smile wide. “Hey,” you greet, “whatcha smiling about?”
Ethan looks into your eyes. “Nothing, just thinking about your birthday present I got you.”
You absentmindedly reach for the chain resting on your chest and play with it, smiling.
“Thank you, again.”
He shakes his head, grinning, and saunters over to the couch. Ethan flops down beside you, placing his arm behind your shoulders on the back of the couch.
He slides down slightly, spreading his knees and rubbing a thumb on your shoulder bone opposite him.
Chills cover your body at every little gesture Ethan does. Especially the way his arm is around you and his thigh is pressed flat against yours. Your cheeks heat up and you pretend to focus on your phone.
“U-uh the food should be here soon. In ten minutes maybe,” you look over at Ethan.
He looks back at you, a goofy smile on his face. “Nice,” he squeezes your body against his with his arm and rests the side of his head on top of yours.
You start to get ready for a round of Mario Kart, choosing your characters and load outs and then moving on to which cup you should play.
“What cup do you wanna play?” You look over to Ethan.
“Well, I believe there’s only one good answer - the greatest cup out of the entire game.”
“The Star Cup.”
“The Bell Cup.”
You both blurt at the same time.
“What?” You ask incredulously.
“Star Cup?!” Ethan looks at you, shocked.
“What do you mean ‘Star Cup’? It’s the best one! It’s got Dolphin Shoals - which is hands down the best map in the game, Mount Wario, and Sunshine Airport. That’s the big three all in one cup!” You flop your hand to your thighs for dramatic effect.
“No. No. No. No. See, I hate to break it to you - but that’s where you’re wrong.”
You raise a questioning eyebrow and cross your arms over your chest.
“The best map on the game is Wild Woods, but the rest of the maps on the Crossing Cup suck. So that leaves Ribbon Road, Super Bell Subway, and Big Blue which are a trifecta of greatness.”
You shake your head. Before you can retort - there’s a knock on the door. The food has arrived. You thank the delivery person and grab the food, taking it to the living room and sorting out your’s and Ethan’s food.
“At least we can agree that Bowser’s Castle is the absolute worst,” you say, setting Ethan’s box in front of him. He nods his head, agreeing.
“Yes. Definitely.”
You both decide on Ethan’s Bell Cup first, eating your food and goofing the whole time.
✩ ✩ ✩
Halfway through the night Ethan realizes that he’s losing. In a desperate attempt to redeem himself; he snakes an arm around you and begins to tickle your side.
You jolt upward, almost throwing your controller while trying to fight him off.
“E-Ethan!” You cackle. “St-op!”
While you’re distracted, Ethan manages to send a blue shell your way and slowly crawl his way up to first.
You press the pause button and catch your breath. You both set your controllers on the coffee table and look at each other.
You’re panting and smiling at the goofy man next to you. “That... was so... unfair,” you accuse breathlessly.
“You never told me to play fair,” Ethan states like the five year old he is, smiling like a dork.
You roll your eyes and get up to throw your box of food away. Before you can get to it, there’s a hand gently in yours, pulling you towards him.
You crash into Ethan’s lap, giggling. “Lemme put my food in the trash,” you look up at him.
“In a minute,” Ethan looks down at you, pulling you closer to his chest - hugging you. You bury your face into his shirt, inhaling his scent. Your body relaxes into him and you smile to yourself.
This is all you could ever want in life. You and Ethan, holding each other, at peace. Then reality sets in. And you realize that you couldn’t be truly happy like this. Just friends.
All this is - is one friend holding another friend. And that’s all it’ll ever be. No ‘I love You’s. No kisses. No holding each other in bed every night. Just friends being friends.
You feel tears welling in your eyes and you try and hold them back but before you can Ethan pulls back to look at your face, smiling.
His face falls at the sight of yours, being replaced by fear and concern.
“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” He grabs your face, looking into your eyes.
A tear slips down your cheek and you shake you head but Ethan knows better. “No. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He asks again.
You take a deep breath and move his hands from your face. “I—” you start but decide against it. Having no idea how to tell him. And do you really want to ruin your friendship?
Ethan’s eyes plead with you and there’s no way you can refuse him.
“It’s just,” you take a deep breath. “I don’t think I can do this,” you admit gently.
“Do what?” Ethan asks, concerned.
“Be just friends with you. It hurts too much to keep going,” another tear slips out. “I see you every day and I’m filled with this overwhelming sense of loss. And the pain in my chest everytime you look at me is so overbearing and I can’t keep putting myself through this every single day,” you look away from him, closing your eyes tight.
“Especially when I know you don’t feel the same. That’s the worst part about it, Eef. Knowing you’ll never feel the same,” you collapse into his chest, crying.
Ethan places a hand on your back, moving the other to the base of your skull and kisses the top you your head.
“Hey,” he says, softly. “Look at me.”
You look into his eyes, your own red and puffy.
“Who said I’d never feel the same?”
“What?” Your face contorts in confusion.
“Y/N, I’ve felt that exact way about you for so long. You have no idea...”
Your heart melts and you smile. “Really?” You wipe a tear from your cheek.
Ethan uses his thumb to wipe away your other tears and smiles. “Yes. Really.”
He slowly starts to lean in and you grin. “I think I do have an idea of what it was like.”
Your lips connect and move together in a sweet dance of love and tender longing.
You pull away and giggle, pressing your forehead against his.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to the side, laying with him on the couch. You kiss him for longer this time with more intent.
“Can I go throw away my food now?” You almost whisper.
“As long as you take mine with you.”
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Ty guys for reading! And for 300 followers!! Ahh words can’t express how thankful I am for you guys <3333!
#crankgameplays fanfiction#crankgameplays x you#crankgameplays imagine#crankgameplays x reader#ethan nestor fanfiction#ethan nestor x you#ethan nestor imagine#ethan nestor x reader#youtuber x reader#youtuber fanfiction
324 notes
·
View notes