#i was k word assigned so fast

[lewdmommie]

One night stand

Summary: y/n is forced to do some after hours training with König

🎀Warning🎀: 18+NSFW, Oral sex, raw sex, breeding, rough sex, fluff, slight angst,praise/degradation kink, size kink etc…

ClingyKönigxreader💗

Part 2.

Part 3

Word count: 4.k

“That was good but you’re leaving yourself open.” A gloved hand takes hold of your wrist. He lifts both arms, protecting your face. Your eyes dart up catching a brief moment of eye contact before he quickly looks away. Green. His eyes were green, you hadn’t noticed till now. König was sweet but he made sure to keep his distance from people—the fact that you were this close to him at all was a shock. Sgt. Ghost didn’t take kindly to your recent mistake on the last mission. He doubled your workload and put you on probation, because most of the Barracks were close friends of yours, he assigned you the quietest person on the team. Now you and König spend three hours a day training after hours. While your peers train together, you're mopping floors and cleaning toilets. Ghost doesn’t let you train during work hours in case your colleagues distract you. This was a punishment and he made that clear. “I’m sorry you have to do this with me everyday. This is my punishment, you shouldn’t have to suffer on my behalf.” He shakes his head at your apology.

“I don’t mind…I know how Ghost gets.” He places both hands on your hips, rotating your body. The truth is he really didn’t mind, most days he looked forward to seeing you. “Keep your core strong.” He instructs. His fingers travel up the curves of your body as he repositions you. His large hands warm up your waist as ungodly thoughts intrude your mind. The mask made it impossible for you to read his emotions, any expression came from his eyes (which he often hides). The only change you could see was the way his breath hitched as his finger accidentally grazes your breast. He was always so respectful when touching you, the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. Once your body is angled correctly he lets go, taking a few steps back. It almost seemed like he was avoiding the closeness. “Now attack me and defend.” He orders. You lunge forward —jabbing left, right,left,right. He blocks every punch effortlessly, guarding his face. He dodges, dipping low and charging at you. His arms wrap around your thighs hoisting you up. Your fingers interlock beating down on his back, trying to break his iron grip. He stumbles, arms loosening just enough to break free. Your feet hit the ground, König grunts as your fist connects clean with his jaw. “Uhn that one actually hurt…good job.” He waves a hand of surrender while rubbing his cheek through the mask. You run over to help. “Are you alright I’m so sorry-“ his hand shoots out, snatching your arm, spinning you. His solid arm tightens around your neck trapping you in a chokehold. His breathing is shallow, body tensing as your ass presses against him. You reach up and caress his forearm. He hadn’t realized just how small you were compared to him till now, his body engulfed the entirety of your frame. He notes how perfectly you fit in his arms and how easy it’d be to break you. Your head rests just below his pecs, the smell of your hair product wafts up his mask, he inhales the sweet scent. His bicep flexes, tightening his grip, your eyes flutter and a quiet moan falls from your lips. You loved that light headed airy feeling of being choked.

“N-never let your guard down.” He let’s go, gently pushing you away, putting a giant gap between the two of you. “Even if you think someone is done, be prepared to attack…” he trails off getting distracted by how sexy you look after an intense workout. How fast your breathing is, how your hair is messy with sweat, how your lips part as you catch your breath. He wanted to be the one to work you out.

“Oh whatever you cheated .” You laugh squatting down as you catch your breath. König crouches, grabbing his flask from the ground. His large, veiny hands twist the top off in one swipe. Unconsciously, he lifts the bottom of his mask to drink, showing you a glimpse of the lower half of his face. His jaw tenses, a trickle of water spills down his chin as he swallows. His adams apple bobs with each gulp. You gawk at the scene in front of you, thinking it has to be a daydream.

“Water?” He holds the flask to you.

“S-sure.” You ease to a sitting position on your knees reaching for the bottle. You stare at the rim that just grazed his lips. Does this count as an indirect kiss? You think. He watches you place your lips in the exact spot he’d drank from, flushed with excitement. He wonders if your lips were as soft as he imagined they’d be. How they’d feel melding with his…how they’d feel wrapped around his dick. He doesn’t dwell on it too long, knowing that would never happen and that you didn’t see him that way.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, looking at you with big green eyes.

“Sergeant told the cafeteria to only feed me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, so I haven’t eaten anything of value.” Your stomach grumbles on que.

“You must have really gotten on his bad side huh?” He offers you a hand,helping you to your feet.

“Unfortunately.” You dust off your pants and begin collecting your belongings.

“Since we wrapped up a bit early, how about I take you somewhere you can get real food.” He offers, packing his duffle bag.

“You know how tight ghost keeps the kitchen locked up…” you say with an annoyed tone.

“Who said anything about the kitchen?” His voice sounds mischievous.

“You don’t mean-?” You shake your head, stuffing your hat and jacket in the bag.

“Come on, he’ll never know I’ve worked with him long enough to know his blind spots.” He tilts his head expressively.

“Fine but if we get caught, you ordered me to go.” You hike your bag onto your shoulder, walking past him. He smiles behind you.

~

“Puedo pedir dos margaritas?(may I have two margaritas) Sí…un bistec nacho y un burrito de pollo(one steak nacho and one chicken burrito)Eso es todo, gracias(that's all thank you).” He says expertly, the waiter nods thanking you before going to pin the order up.

“Wow I’ve been deployed here longer than you and my Spanish is still choppy.” You toy with some lime slices on the table to keep yourself busy. König watches you closely, an amused look in his eye.

“I can speak a few languages but I’m not good at them all.” He looks you up and down, the lights from the club area illuminates your skin. Your hair is pulled in a now messy bun. Cute strands stick out from your training session. He is especially drawn to your lips, the way you lick and nibble your bottom lip when you’re nervous. His eyes dart away when you feel his gaze lingering and look up.

“What other languages do you speak?” You stare out into the dance floor, watching the locals swing and jump to the music. They looked carefree and happy, it’d been so long since you’ve felt good or even had a good time. Ghost saw a lot of potential in you so he stayed on your ass 24/7. Tough love is what he liked to call it.

“German is my first language.” He reveals.

“German? That’s so cool , say something in German.” He chuckles at your excitement.

“Ich möchte dich über diesen Tisch beugen und dich dazu bringen, mich ganz zu nehmen (I want to bend you over this table and make you take all of me)” he leans forward, green eyes boring into you as he says this,making sure you can hear him over the music. You had no idea what he just said but it made your thighs clench under the table.

“W-what does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day.” He shrugs. You toss a lime, it smacks his vest with a small thud.

“I thought friends don’t keep things from eachother.” You tease. The server brings out two large glasses with salted rims, there was no way you could finish this entire thing. He places the margaritas on either side of the table along with straws. König tears open his straw taking a long pull from his drink.

“Whoa it’s strong.” The fruity syrup barely covered the 3 shots of liquor . You indulge, sucking a mouth full of the frozen drink. It tastes strongly of strawberry slushie and tequila, the salted rim balances all the flavors with a sour finish. The alcohol must have been hitting him pretty fast because all he could imagine is him being that straw. How good the inside of your mouth must taste and feel.

“You’re right…I see why everyone is having such a good time.” You joke, taking another sip. A hearty laugh rumbles in his chest, he loved the way you always spoke your mind. It’s one of the qualities that always got you in trouble with ghost. Nothing made him laugh more than watching you stress ghost out with your witty personality.

“I guess we’d better join the party.” He raises his glass for a toast before chugging half.

The server brings out hot plates of food, everything looked and smelled amazing. Your stomach growls at the sight of real food, the liquor (coupled with only eating sandwiches for a week) takes effect making you absolutely demolish your burrito. König shyly slips a few chips under his mask, he never ate around people since it usually required the mask to come off.

“This is soooo good.” You say having another bite.

“I love this place. I come here often.” He slides in another chip.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to leave base unauthorized or maybe that’s just me.” Ghost had a tendency of giving you extra rules for your troublesome rap sheet.

“We aren’t but if you don’t get caught, did it ever happen?” He laughs, taking the final sip of his drink.

“And they call me the troublemaker.” You say glancing at the dance floor again.

“Do you want to?” He asks.

“Want to what? Dance?…no I don’t uh I don’t dance.” You dismiss quickly.

“ I’ve seen you knock grown men out y/n, dancing can’t be much harder than that.”

“You know you’re much more social than usual.” You observe.

“Only when I’m with you.” He grabs your hand leading you to the crowd.

The music thumps with bass, shaking the ground beneath your feet. A sexy song plays through the huge speakers near the DJ station. People couple up, swaying their bodies to the beat. König slips an arm around your lower back pulling you close. You struggle to find the tempo, moving left to right awkwardly. He takes your hand, spinning you around. His eyes trace the line of your body before pulling you back into his chest. You giggle at how ridiculous you look compared to his smooth rhythm. Your foot slams down on his toe as you try to find the beat “I’m so sorry! I’m so bad at this maybe I should sit-“

“Let’s try this instead.” His knee forces your legs apart, giving him control of your movements. The feeling of his thigh pressed firmly against your heat makes your head spin.

“Follow my lead.” He commands.

His waist sways back and fourth, rocking your bodies in unison. You copy his actions, grinding your hips together, the grip on your waist tightens. The fabric of your pants rub creating friction between your legs, his cock reacts to the closeness, beating as if it was dancing along with them. finding the rhythm, your body starts to move on its own.

“Scheisse (Shit)” he groans as you turn around and twirl your ass on him. His head falls back as you start to swirl your hips down and back up slowly. His big hand slides over your stomach holding you as close as possible, his rock hard member strains through his thick camo pants. Your eyes close as you grind into him, his finger grazes the exposed skin peeking from under your shirt. He trails that same finger up your torso, between your breast and up your neck. His hand rests at the base of your throat keeping hold of you as your bodies whirl around the dance floor. He spins you back around to face him, for once he demands eye contact and you’re the one shying away. You stare at the floor, giant hands cup your face pulling you to meet his feverish gaze.

“Don’t look away from me.” König’s voice sounds different, More rugged. His shoulders hunch as he leans down to your height as he speaks. “Bitte komm mit mir nach Hause” he whispers in your ear.

“What’s that?”

“Please come home with me.” He breathes.

~

“How the hell did you convince Ghost to let you room by yourself ?” You ask, stepping past the threshold.

“ My social skills and big personality helped with that.” He jokes sarcastically. König wasn’t required to room with anyone thanks to his close connection to the sergeant, leaving the two of you completely alone in his quarters.

“Well I guess if you don’t talk much there isn’t much you could say to get in trouble.” You ponder.

“Yeah you should try it.” He chuckles at your shocked expression.

“Try what exactly?” You ask appalled , holding your chest dramatically.

“Not talking. That mouth of yours is dangerous.”

“Give me one example where I said something worth getting punished for.” Your arms cross.

“If I recall correctly you said and I quote ‘why would I listen to a dude named Simon?’ ” he says in a high pitch voice mimicking yours.

“First of all he wasn’t supposed to hear that, wrong place at the wrong time on his part and secondly Simon is a funny name, the jokes practically write themselves.” He pauses for a second before doubling over with laughter.

His keys clatter on the kitchen counter as he wipes his tears of laughter away. You set your bags near the couch and sway on your heels nervously, unsure whether to sit or stand. Strong hands settle on your shoulders working away the tension you’ve been holding for god knows how long. Your head rolls back into his touch, he kneads your muscles like dough relieving any and all stress. “That feels so good, König.” You groan, closing your eyes.

“Come with me.” He grasps your hand leading you down a hall , stopping at a closed door. He twists the knob revealing a very plain bedroom, a queen sized bed with black sheets, a desk, and stacks of paperwork are all that decorate the space. There are two extra doors, one leading to the closet and the other to the bathroom. You laugh at his clumsiness. He’s clearly tipsy as he staggers to the door.

He slips his gloves off and opens the cabinet below the sink, rummaging around and pulling things out onto the bathroom floor. Finally, he emerges with a pink topped bottle. “Baby oil” the label reads.

“Strip.” He says, unbuckling his bulletproof vest and laying it on the desk chair.

“S-strip?”

“Yes, so I can massage you. That is what you want isn’t it?” He removes his thick camouflage jacket revealing the snug black material of his undershirt.

His muscles bulge veiny and tight, stretching the fabric. It was true, you did want his hands all over you. Ever since you two started training together, you found yourself fantasizing about being split by that monster of a man. Your hands fumble with the buckle of your pants as you kick your boots off. He advances, towering a wapping 6'6”. You shift with anticipation, looking up at him with gleaming eyes. The tips of his fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, swiping it over your head. Your scrunchie is taken along with it, freeing your hair (for my fellow natural haired girlies let’s just say you have braids or a wig). If you’d known you’d be stripping for someone tonight, you would have picked sexier underwear. He’s silent as he takes in how perfect you look in your plain gray and white bra/pantie combo.

“Lay on the bed.” He instructs unscrewing the baby oil top.

You listen, climbing up into the comfy cotton sheets, using your arms as pillows. He’s flustered at how obedient you are, since that wasn’t a side of you he’d seen before. The military couldn’t break you…but he would. He stands at the side of the bed admiring every dip and curve of your figure. Flipping the bottle upside down, Slick cool oil slides down your back. His thumbs rub circles along your spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. His long fingers slip under your bra strap, he huffs in frustration.

“In the way-“ he unclasps it skillfully. Your face is burning with embarrassment, there was no way you were laying in Königs bed half naked. A shiver runs down your leg as he slides down the elastic waist of your panties. He begins working and kneading your lower back, squeezing the plush skin of your ass. The crotch of your panties were soaked, leaving a huge wet spot on the gray fabric. He inhales, your arousal was palatable, his dick pulsates at the scent of your glistening womanhood. Your panties glide down over your ankles as he slides them off, tossing them into the corner.

“Flip over.” He grunts, tossing you around.

Your breast fall from the unclamped bra, hard nipples on full display. König doesn’t hesitate yanking and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“On your knees.” His voice is breathy and low.

your eyes stay on him as you shift onto your knees, hands holding your chest shyly. Gently he pulls them away, slipping the straps down and off your arms. Because of his height, you’re at perfect eye level with his throbbing erection. His breath hitches as your elegant fingers undo the zipper of his pants, his earthy green eyes flutter. His big hand cradles your cheek as he watches you work to release him from the shackles of those annoying pants. His cock burst free, slapping his lower stomach. Although you couldn’t see his face, the state of his arousal was evident. Veins root from base to tip, beating rhythmically along the upward curve of his sex. His tip is blushed and oozing with pre-cum, his breathing accelerates with need. You run your tongue up the length of his rock hard shaft, he grunts head lolling back. Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue swirling and teasing him before opening nice and wide.

“Scheiße (Fuck)” he pants, caressing your cheek pulling your warm wet mouth down on his cock. It was even better than he’s imagined, his hand sets the pace rocking your head back and forth. Tears prick your eyes as he begins moving faster, fucking your throat. Each thrust deeper than the last, his hand moves to the base of your neck feeling how deep you can swallow him.

“You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock.” He wipes a stray tear with his thumb.

You gag as he pushes further, your throat muscles contract around him before he pulls back.

“Oh naughty naughty girl. You almost made me cum.” He teases, lightly pushing you back onto the bed. The mattress creaks from his massive size as he climbs between your legs, peering down at you. Your hand reaches under the mask, he firmly grips your wrist forcing it to the bed.

“Ask nicely.” He orders.

“Can I touch you…please.” You beg.

He releases your hand, it finds the bottom of the mask, sliding underneath to find the stubble of a 5 o'clock shadow and soft lips. Your finger strokes his lower lip, it is plump and warm.suddenly, his mouth opens nipping and sucking the skin of your curious finger. “Ah what are you-“ you moan arching your back. Pushing your hand away once more, he leans down, capturing your parted lips. Your lips dance in perfect harmony, melting into one another. He moans into your mouth, his jaw tenses as your tongue pushes through savoring the flavor that is König. The head of his dick pokes at your slippery slit begging for entry, you can feel how hot he is all over causing your temperature to rise.

“Open up for me, I’m gonna give you everything I have.” He groans, plunging inside with a flick of his hips. Your hands claw at the smooth skin of his back as you stretch around him, his girth almost too much to handle. You cry out as he thrust deeper “Just alittle more baby, you’re taking me so well…s’good s’fucking good.” He pants filling you to the brim. He stays still for a moment letting you adjust to his large size, the pressure in your pussy nearly makes you cum right then and there.

“I feel you twitching around me princess, you can’t cum yet, I’m not done breaking you.” He pulls back before slamming back in, hitting the back of your cervix with each thrust. There is a delicious ache in your belly as he impales you, the curve of his dick reaches places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ah ah s’to big I-I can’t I can’t.” You cry biting the skin of his chest to hold back your screams.

“You’re gonna take what…I…give…you.” He pounds with each word. He sits up pushing your knees to your chest forcing even deeper inside your velvety walls. This position gives him access to your stiff wet bud. With two fingers he spreads your creamy folds watching his dick pump in and out of you. Every thrust his cock emerges more coated than the last.

“Your pussy is so fucking gorgeous , look at that needy little clit.” He flicks your bud, rutting into you with all his strength. His long fingers grab your throat, your tongue lols out as he chokes you. He alternates the pressure taking you up and gently bringing you back down. “That pretty mouth isn’t so dangerous now.” Your quivering walls clench around him threatening to overflow.

“P-please I’m gonna…ah!” He pulls out, gripping your waist as he throws you around, roughly raising your ass to him. Before you can register the change he splits you apart once again, slapping your plush ass, leaving hot hand prints on your skin. Those giant hands push and pull you back on his cock, using your pussy to make himself cum.

“You have such a cute tummy.” He reaches around pressing on your lower belly feeling how full it is with his cock.

“You would make such a pretty mommy.” He praises fucking you faster and harder. That throws you over the edge, your body convulses and clamps down icing his dick with your sweetness.

His teeth clench with an inhuman growl as his rod twitches and throbs before shooting your insides with his hot seed.

~

“Late again huh, rookie? That’s an extra week.” You jump, turning around. Ghost stands over you. It was true last night’s events made it impossible to wake up at 5 am with the other soldiers. You ended up sneaking out of Königs bed in the middle of the night, hoping you could sneak back into your barracks undetected. The mission was success. You slipped into your bed at 2 a.m before anyone could realize you were gone. Unfortunately, that means you overslept, waking up three hours late.

“I was…sick.” You lie scrubbing the bathroom tiles diligently.

“Sick? You were fine yesterday.” He says with a flat tone.

“Must have eaten something bad, all those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches must have taken a toll.” You grunt, rubbing your stomach.

“Next time you’re sick. You report it to me in advance.” He orders.

“How can I predict when I’m gonna be sick?-“

“Don’t question me.” He spins on his heels walking out the bathroom.

“Okay Simon.” You mock.

“What was that rookie?” He calls back.

“Nothing Sargeant!” You exclaim.

He walks away finally, leaving you with the smell of bleach and toilet water. Your arms ache from scrubbing. throwing the sponge in the bucket of cleaning solution, you sit back against the wall thinking about last night. All morning you avoided seeing König, ducking and dodging him in the halls. Every time you thought of him, your face burned with embarrassment, there is no way you could look him in the eye after that. For now your plan is to just lay low in hopes he was too drunk to remember anything. It was nothing. Just a drunken one night stand.

“There you are.” He charges forward looking down at you.

“H-here I am whats up König…do you need a copy of that report-“

“Why did you sneak out last night.” He interrupts.

“Psh me? Sneak out I didn’t sneak out. I just went for a walk…and ended up in my bed.” You reach into the bucket with gloved hands wringing the sponge out.

“Why couldn’t we sleep together?” He asks.

You fly to your feet in a panic “Shhh! What if someone hears you?”

“So what?” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Superior and subordinate relationships are strictly prohibited!” You whisper/yell.

“Right…hm, okay in here then.” He takes your hand leading you into the stall furthest from the door, The lock clicks behind you.

“Can’t this wait till after hours.” You say with an annoyed tone.

“I want an explanation.” His arm rests on the wall above your head.

“This. This is why I snuck off, to avoid whatever this is. Now I’m stuck in a bathroom stall talking about…feelings.” You hold your stomach making a pained face.

“This isn’t funny.” His voice is low.

“You’re right it isn’t but it is complicated .”

“Y/n? You in here?” A voice calls.

You mouth shit, covering what you assumed was his mouth through the mask.

“Yeah! I was just cleaning!” You call back.

“Who were you talking too?” She asks her foot steps advancing.

“No one! Here I come!” You let him go squinting your eyes.

“This isn’t over.” He whispers sharply, moving to the side.

“I can see that.” You grumble walking out the stall to greet your friend.

…to be continued?

[rekino2114]

Junko enoshima Fluff alphabet with A, B, E, I, J, K, L, O, V Y

A,I,K and O fluff alphabet prompts for junko enoshima

A/n:I chose the 4 ones I had the most ideas for, I guess this can be read as both a despair or non despair au

🛍A=affection(how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Junko is incredibly affectionate with you. She literally can't go five minutes without touching you in some way, hugs, headpats,kisses, everything is free game as long as it's some form of affection. She doesn't care how many people are around. She will hug you tightly and pepper your face in kisses every time she sees you

🛍I=I love you (how fast did they say it? Do they say it often?)

She said it pretty early in the relationship. from your first meeting, she could feel there was something special about you and that you had a special connection. Junko believes in love at first sight and soulmates, so she knew you were destined to be together even during your first weeks as a couple. She also says it sooo often, at least three times a day, either through words or text. She also expects you to say it back or she gets all mad and pouty

🛍K=kisses(how do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

This girl lives for kisses. She kisses you literally every time she sees you. Be it soft pecks to greet each other or full-on steamy make-out sessions on her bed, she doesn't care as long as she gets to press her lips into you. She kisses you literally everywhere, often leaving marks of expensive lipstick brands on your skin, but her favorite place are your lips, they're so juicy and kissable to her.

🛍O=overprotective (how protective are they of you?)

How protective junko is of you depends on the occasion. If nothing is wrong, then she's not that protective, even if she likes to stand near you at all times just to be safe. She also just has a feeling for bad people, so when she sees bad vibes coming from someone, she'll be extra close to you. She has the strength to defend you. She also assigns mukuro to basically be your personal bodyguard whenever she's not with you.

[psych0fatal3]

Mr Human | Homicipher | A-Z Alphabet [SFW]

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Character : Mr Human

Authors Note : From what I saw from him... Ion like him + Couldn't find a photo of him

Warnings : none

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's more so physically affectionate. Like simple hugs, kisses, hand holding is what he's all about. He gets awkward when expressing himself verbally.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You met in High School during Maths. He was assigned to be your partner for a class assignment, it was awkward at first but eventually you guys became friends and have been ever since.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He'd be sat on the couch with you leaned up against him, your head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's not looking to get married and have kids. Everything's so expensive at the moment and he's just trying to have fun. He has the basic cooking skills, nothing too fancy but nothing too basic. He's a slob though, dishes all on the counter, messy bedroom, messy house.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd either send you a text or he'd tell you he wants to take a break. (that never ends)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Maybe when he's in his 30's. Right now he's just trying to explore life and see what opportunities there is.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be pretty stand offish. He tends to be quite rough physically and quick to express his anger.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Whenever he feels like it he'll come up to you and wrap his arms around you. He's not the most affectionate but hey, atleast he trys.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After a phew months of dating. You were both walking down a path together and it just slipped out.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's a jealous bitch. Gets annoyed when you talk to other men and will just straight up ignore you until you apologise.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Forehead kisses are his thing. They're quick and easy but whenever he does kiss you its soft and lazily. He likes being kissed on the cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's a bit awkward around kids, he doesn't know how to talk to them and ends up saying something stupid.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Quiet, lazy and just overall peaceful

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You either watch movies, eat dinner talk then sleep or sometimes you guys stay up all night and watch paranormal documentaries.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Overtime He'll start spilling his interests. Not all at once but just slowly and carefully.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very. Very quicky to anger. He's pretty violent when angry (which might of got him killed) and doesn't know how to control himself.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

They remember quite a lot of things about you but they're pretty forgetful.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you first met. You both met through a mutual friend at a social gathering and hit it off immediately. He can never seem to forget that day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's overprotective, borderline controlling. He hates when you spend more time with someone else then him it just riles him up so bad and makes his blood boil.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He can be pretty lazy when it comes to planning things and gifts. He does try do things you like though and buy things for you that you've mentioned liking.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Pretty arrogant, put his needs over yours at times, takes his anger out on you a lot and is really lazy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He cares more about your looks then his. He can be pretty insecure at times and does try put effort into his looks but he's just more concerned with how you look.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

To be honest not really, like he does love you but he'd be fine without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He went ghost hunting with his friends which is how he got stuck there. (Skill issue tbh)

Y = Yuck��(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ugly people, people who are loud, people who don't care a lot about their appearance, people who don't cook and people who are too clingy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Stays up late a lot (until like 3am) but then wakes up early so he's pretty sleep deprived.

[f0rg3t-me-n0t]

Under the Stars

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: When Din calls you by a new nickname and starts to act strange you can’t help but wonder why.

Words: 5,1 k

Warnings: fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers

A/N: With the start of the new season I just had to write something for my boy Din <3

Masterlist 

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„Cyar‘ika? You coming?“, you heard Din‘s modulated voice asking from the outside.

You were currently packing up some things to take with you to the town and looked up as you stuffed the last things into your bag.

„Yeah! Give me a minute!“, you scanned the Razor Crest for anything you could have missed.

Just then it hit you. 

That nickname was new.

You furrowed your brows as you remembered how everything began.

~~~

At first, staying with the Mandalorian hadn’t been quite voluntary. 

You both had met on Nevarro when he had been on the lookout for a mechanic to repair his Razor Crest. Pretty fast he had found your boss‘s place who then had assigned you to the task. You had always had a thing for older starships, so it had just been natural for him to choose you.

The Mandalorian hadn’t really been talkative. He had only explained to you what was wrong with the Crest, then he had left the ship in your hands while he had gone off to run some errands in town. Of course, you had started with your work immediately and it hadn’t taken you long to notice your client’s little companion, a cute little green guy. The Mandalorian had left him alone in the Crest and so you decided to look after him as well. Both of you had gotten along right away, so you had taken him with you to the engine so he could watch what you were doing.

Only hours later the moment that should turn your life upside down finally had come. While you had worked on the final steps of the reparation the Mandalorian had suddenly stormed into the workshop, nearly a dozen other guys on his tail. When he had noticed that his little companion was with you he had panicked. He had almost yelled at you for it if you hadn't shot one of his attackers with your blaster and saved his life. You always had one with you as there were often customers who caused problems. Also, it was just safer that way. A big fight had broken out and you three had just barely escaped after you had fixed the ship in a hurry while he had held off the enemies. 

Directly after the attack Mando and you had made a deal: You would take care of the ship and his little companion when he wasn’t around and in return, he would provide you with a place to stay, safety, and everything you required. Plus, he would drop you off on your planet when it was safe for you again. After the fight, not only a bounty had been placed on him, but also on you.

In the beginning, you had been in a lot of distress. Everything had been so different from what you were accustomed to. It also hadn’t helped that Mando wasn’t really up to conversations, but what, or more precisely who had made you feel better had been Grogu. The little guy was a ray of sunshine and soon you and he had grown to be best friends. He loved to watch you while you repaired stuff and one of his favorite things was going to the market with you. You always bought little trinkets or snacks for him even though Mando always made his point to only get the bare essentials. Still, you couldn’t help but disobey. Grogu had won your whole heart with his happy personality.

In contrast to this, warming up with the beskar-clad warrior had taken a little more time. You always had to initiate the conversations first and it had been really hard to get any information about his life out of him in the beginning. 

Everything finally changed after you had saved Grogu during an attack on Corvus. Some bounty hunters had surprised you while you and Mando had taken care of some issues with the Razor Crest. The warrior had managed to take out most of them, but then one had shot him in the shoulder and had tried to escape with the child. Luckily you had been able to get ahold of him at the last second. Afterwards, you had patched up the Mandalorian and he had been incredibly thankful to have had you with him. He had even started to use a nickname for you, burc‘ya, which meant friend in Mando’a, and told you his real name: Din Djarin.

Since then, your conversations felt a lot more natural and you didn’t feel like you were only working for him anymore, no, instead you felt like a part of their small union. Joking around had become a daily thing and the both of you knew that you had each other's back. It was like you were a little family now.

A few months after that event you had decided to help Boba Fett on Tatooine. He had become the new Daimyō of Mos Espa but the citizens hadn’t really accepted him. In order to solve that problem he had wanted to unite the crime syndicates in peace but the pyke-syndicate just had to be the odd one out. A massive fight had been on its way and you and Din hadn‘t wanted to let Boba down. In fact, that hadn‘t been the only reason. You both had been looking for some distraction, too. Grogu had left to train his force abilities with Luke Skywalker a few months ago and since then it just hadn’t been the same. The new task had done both of you really well and you had even forgotten that you missed the little guy. 

At least for a while and finally the day had come when everything had escalated. The other crime families had betrayed Boba Fett and had started to attack his soldiers throughout Mos Espa. Din and you had been doing the best you could to support him but it had been getting really hard with all those enemies and Scorpenek droids until suddenly someone you knew just too well had shown up. 

Him.

Peli Motto, a friend that hat helped you once with the Razor Crest, had arrived with Grogu in tow. The small one had saved the day not only with this surprise but also by lulling Boba‘s rampaging rancor to sleep and finally the three of you had been united again.

~~~

That had only been two days ago and you were still incredibly glad that your little friend was back.

„Alright. Come on.“, you held your hands out for Grogu who had been watching you and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Without hesitating he jumped into your arms by using his new abilities and you caught him while laughing.

„Okay. Let’s go. Your pops is getting impatient.“, you stepped out of the Crest and Din turned around to you. 

His helmet tilted a little and he put his arms on his waist like he was admiring the both of you, then he nodded towards the city. 

„This way.“, he said. 

He set into motion and you caught up to him.

„This is the way.“, you murmured jokingly with your best Mando impression.

Grogu giggled and you felt Din‘s stare on you. You cleared your throat as you straightened 

„Sorry, that was…“, now you felt a little silly. „…dumb.“

Instead of getting a lecture about his codex, as you had expected, you heard Din snort quietly instead.

„It’s okay, cyar‘ika.“, he answered. „It was quite funny, to be honest.“

There. Again.

„Really?“, you cocked an eyebrow.

„Really.“, he nodded and put his hand on your back to get you both back to a faster tempo again. „Just don’t make it a habit.“

„Okay.“, now you smiled a little, maybe even more at the feeling of his hand on your body than him telling you the truth.

It went silent for a while, but it was that comfortable kind of silence. Soon you reached the border of Mos Eisley.

„So…what’s the plan?“, you spoke up.

„First we should get those droid parts to Peli. It’s a gift to thank her, after all, she brought Grogu back to us. She’ll be happy about another little helper.“, your friend told you, his armor clanking as you both made your way to Peli‘s hangar. „Then, I thought, we could go to the market. We should stack up on food and other things. What do you say?“

He looked at you and Grogu babbled excitedly.

„You heard your son.“, you chuckled.

It was decided. Peli was very happy to see you again, probably the most to see Grogu. However, she eyed the droid parts with some skepticism at first. You quickly got to work putting it back together and when the little helper turned out to be a better worker than her current droids, Peli was satisfied, too. You talked a little more, then it was time to go to the market.

„Do you need anything?“, Din asked, when you entered the area.

Colorful stands with all sorts of things surrounded you, music, fresh and delicious food, you name it. Everything could be found here.

„Hmm…“, you pondered. „I don’t know. But maybe I could stroll around a little. It’s been a while since I last had the time to do that.“

„Sure.“, to your surprise the Mandalorian nodded. 

He rummaged through his pockets, then he handed you a little bag with some credits.

„Wait, really?“, you were baffled. „Since when are you so generous?“

Din shrugged.

„Since Grogu’s back.“, he said. „Also, Boba Fett gave me a little something as a thank you.“

„Oh.“, you couldn’t quite realize his words.

Only when he closed his hand around yours with the money you seemed to understand.

„Enjoy yourself.“, Din said. „I’ll get us everything else.“

With that, he left you both alone. You stood still for a few seconds before you began to move toward the stands.

„Unusual, but I’m not saying no.“, you murmured, and as soon as you saw the first fried foods you were in your element. 

You got yourself and Grogu your favorite snacks, then you both made your way through the market. As you walked through the food area you got a few ingredients and alcohol for tonight's dinner. To celebrate the recent events, you wanted to make Tiingilar, the traditional Mandalorian stew, which the child and Din loved so much. Aside from that, a few other small items, mostly for Grogu, ended up in your pocket.

After that, you decided to take a look at the stands with clothing and fabrics. For a while now you had wanted to buy a new cloth for covering up. Your recent one had to be at least ten years old by now and was riddled with holes and tears. Still, it was a little hard for you to let go of it. It had been a gift from your late mother before she had died but to be honest it wasn’t much fit for its original usage anymore. Maybe you could use it as an accessory to hang on your belt, but that’s it. 

Sighing you looked at the prices of a few shawls you liked. All of them cost too much. You had used most of the credits for the things you had already bought and now there wasn’t nearly enough for a new cloth. A quiet curse fell from your lips and Grogu looked up at you. He cooed at you, worry in his eyes, but you gave him a small smile.

„It’s alright. Maybe next time.“, you told him, then you went on to the section of the market where they sold cheaper stuff. When you finally ran out of credits you rejoined Din, who you'd seen at a gun stand.

„You done?“, he wanted to know, when he saw the both of you.

„More like: all gone.“, you laughed and gave him the empty bag back.

Chuckling he took it and put it away. 

„Well, at least it seems like you had fun.“, he said.

„Very much.“, you were grinning from ear to ear and the child cooed. 

For a while Din only looked at you in silence, but it didn’t bother you. Instead, it felt like he was smiling at you, too, and it just made you incredibly happy.

„Okay, let’s get home then.“, he cleared his throat, placed his hand on your back, and led you out of the crowd so you wouldn’t be separated.

While walking back to the Crest you talked a little about this and that and about what would happen in the next few days. When you arrived at the ship you helped Grogu into the little capsule he was usually in, so he could take a nap. It seemed like the visit to the market had been somewhat exhausting for him, but that was just alright with you. Now you could prepare the stew in peace instead of watching out for him while doing so. He liked snatching raw meat pieces from the cutting board way too much. 

You collected a few utensils for the cooking, then you joined Din outside. He was putting a fire together and you saw that he had already prepared a place for you to sit. 

„Thanks.“, you said while you took a seat.

He just waved it off as nothing but you still appreciated this act. It showed you that he cared about you, even if he didn’t say it or more precisely didn’t like to admit it. You had been noticing it for three or four months now. Sometime after the incident on Corvus he had started to support you a little more with your tasks. Whether it was buying a little pouch for your tools or letting you sleep in his bunk bed that was a little bigger than your hammock after a peculiarly stressful day, just random little acts of kindness.

You watched Din while you were chopping the veggies and the meat and when he was done with the fire he sat down next to you. Like he didn’t notice your gaze on him he pulled out his blaster and went on to clean and polish it. As you chuckled to yourself quietly you put the vegetables in a pot and started to roast them over the fire. 

„What?“, you heard the beskar-clad warrior ask.

You looked at him.

„Oh, nothing.“, you smiled and stirred the food. 

His helmet tilted like he was giving you that one specific look when somebody doesn’t believe you.

„Well.“, you shrugged now. „It just seems a little funny to me that you're cleaning your gun again. You already did that yesterday.“

At that, he averted his gaze from you.

„It fell down into the sand when you tugged Grogu in.“, he told you.

A lie. His blaster was always tightly secured at his waist.

„Sure.“, you snorted. 

It went silent as you grinned to yourself, still, you were a little suspicious of Din’s behavior. It was like he was nervous. Normally he would’ve already talked to you while making the fire, but today that hadn’t been the case. Instead, he seemed a little tense.

You breathed out and added the chicken to the roasted vegetables. After it had browned on all sides you added all the other vegetables, the liquids, various seasonings, and the couscous, then you covered the pot and stood up. Just as you tried to enter the Razor Crest you heard Din’s voice.

„Y/N.“, he said your name. 

„Yes?“, you turned towards him. 

The Mandalorian was standing now, too, something in his hands behind his back. He got closer to you and cleared his throat.

„I…uh…I got you something from the market.“, he told you.

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, even more as he pulled out one of the shawls you had looked at in Mos Eisley.

„How did you know?“, you murmured as you took the cloth from him.

For a few seconds, you let your gaze wander over the material then you looked up at Din.

„I saw you looking at some of them after I had done the errands.“, he explained. „When you left without buying one and seemed a little upset about it I decided to get you one.“

Now a smile started to spread on your lips.

„Thanks, Din. That’s kind of you.“

„No problem. Really.“, again he tried to not make a big deal out of it.

„Still. You didn’t have to do that.“, you said while removing your old cloth and putting it on your belt as you had thought about.

You wrapped the new shawl around your neck, then you slowly spun around for Din.

„What do you think?“, you asked.

„Mesh‘la.“, he said softly, and you frowned a little since you only understood a few words in Mando‘a. „It suits you.“

„Oh.“, you grinned now. „Well, thank you, dear sir. I’ll take good care of it.“

Finally, you had managed to get a little laugh out of Din, too, and after you had thanked him for a second time you went inside the crest and to the small „bathroom“.

Smiling like an idiot you admired yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but blush. At first, you hadn’t wanted to admit it to yourself, but a few months ago you had started to get this weird feeling in your stomach every time you had been around Din. You had waved it off as being a little unwell, but that hadn’t been the case at all. You hadn’t felt bad or sick around the Mandalorian. Not even the slightest bit and eventually, you had realized what it had been, when Din had saved you from a few bounty hunters and had gotten really close to you in the process of it. You had fallen in love with him, with the man who had always struck you as cold and unapproachable, but after the incident on Corvus everything had somehow changed between you.

Now, nearly four months after this realization, you were still scared of telling him. First of all, it sometimes was still really hard for you to tell what was going on in his head and secondly, you didn’t know whether Mandalorians were allowed to have a partner or not. After the fall of Mandalore, a lot of information on its citizens had been lost and you just couldn’t seem to find a thing about this kind of topic. But what kept you from admitting your feelings to him the most was the fear that he might reject you and you would have to leave both him and Grogu. Of course, he had told you that he would drop you off on Nevarro as soon as it was safe for you again, but somehow you didn't want that anymore. You felt incredibly comfortable in your small group and honestly couldn't imagine life without them.

A worried sigh fell from your lips as you averted your gaze from your reflection in the mirror and you started to chew on your lower lip.

No. It just wasn’t the right time for telling him right now. Not when you weren’t sure about his own feelings.

You washed your face with cold water to calm yourself down a little, then you woke up Grogu. The stew wouldn’t take long anymore, so you took him outside with you and saw Din staring into the fire. The child babbled excitedly at the smell of the food and you chuckled.

„He’s hungry.“, you said while you sat down next to the Mandalorian. „Here, I’ll check on the stew.“

You handed Grogu over to Din who only nodded, then you lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the contents. 

„Yup. That’s good.“, you observed and took Grogu‘s small bowl to fill up first. „Here you go, buddy.“

You handed him the food after Din hat sat him down between the both of you. Happily, he started to gobble it up right away. Laughing you prepared a portion for Din and yourself, then you gave him one of the apple ciders you had bought at the market, too.

„To us being united again.“, you said. 

„To our little team.“, Din clinked his bottle against yours and you turned away from him so he could take a sip in privacy.

While you were eating you did the same. You were used to it since you had been doing it ever since you had been staying with him. Respecting each other was really important to you, so you always made sure that you couldn’t see his face when he needed to lift his helmet or get rid of it. Even when he had revealed his face to Grogu before Luke Skywalker had taken him with him you had looked away. 

„That’s really good, cyar‘ika.“, Din told you after his first bite and you thanked him.

It occurred to you, that he had used your new nickname again and in your mind, you made a little note to ask him about it later when Grogu would be asleep. 

As you enjoyed your meal you tried to do some more small talk with him but today he just felt off. He only replied in short sentences and you always had to initiate the conversation so after a while, you gave up with a small huff.

After everything was devoured the three of you sat in silence for some time until Din got up and offered to do the dishes. In return, you entertained the child until it was tired enough to go to sleep.

„Okay. Let’s get you in your bed.“, you said as Grogu yawned for the fourth time now.

You stood up and carried him to his little capsule inside the Crest.

„Sleep tight, little one.“, you covered his body with the blanket and kissed his head, but he had already dozed away and didn’t respond anymore.

Smiling you watched him for a while, then you went outside again. You laid down at the fire and stared up at the stars until Din returned. He seated himself and tilted his helmet towards the sky, too. In silence, you both searched for star constellations and other planets like you always did. Normally you would talk while doing that, but again, not so today. You began to ponder what could be going on and when you didn’t find an answer you had enough.

„What’s wrong, Din?“, you asked your companion.

You looked at him and through his helmet, your gazes met.

„It’s nothing.“, he said. „Don’t worry about it.“

Sighing you sat up.

„You’ve been acting strange all day.“, you replied. „It’s not nothing.“

“I just have to get used to Grogu being back. That's all. Really.”, Din turned his head away from you again and looked into the fire.

You weren't happy with that answer.

„What about yesterday? You were acting completely normal then. Yeah, Grogu was gone for a while but not that long for you to need to get accustomed to it again. Hell, to me it feels like he’s still our little guy from back then. Nothing has changed.“, you didn’t understand why he would say something like that.

„Everything has changed, cyar‘ika. Everything.“, now Din was the one to sigh.

You weren’t having it but gave in nevertheless. He didn’t seem like he wanted to argue with you about it.

„Alright.“, you huffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. „What’s up with the new nickname anyways?“

With that, it went silent. Din just looked at you, unreadable through his helmet.

„Why?“, he asked after a few seconds.

„Well, what does it mean? I know that burc’ya means friend, but I’ve never heard that one.“, you said.

Silence. Again.

„You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.“, you finally said, after a few minutes had gone by. „I just hope it isn’t an insult.“

You chuckled and hoped your joke would lighten the mood. In fact, Din now reacted, but in a very different way than what you had expected.

„I would never insult you, cyar‘ika.“, he answered harshly, then he took a deep breath and his voice got softer. „It…it means sweetheart.“

That you were baffled was an understatement.

„It means…“, your lips parted. „What?“

You couldn’t quite realize what was going on.

„Cyar‘ika means sweetheart…or darling.“, Din repeated himself and turned his head away from you.

„You call me sweetheart?“, you whispered.

When he didn’t react you put your hand on his.

„Please look at me.“, you chewed on your lower lip looking at him, hoping to finally understand the situation.

Slowly his gaze met yours again.

„Yes.“, he finally said. „You see…that’s part of everything. Yeah, the little one is still the same, even with his new abilities, but when he got back…I…I just realized how much he means to me. How much you both mean to me.“, he took a shaky breath. „I always thought I would be that ice-cold bounty hunter, always alone, even in death, and then Grogu showed up. He turned my life upside down and a few months later you joined us. At first, you were...well...like a burden that I had to worry about as well, but over the weeks you've become so important to me. I noticed that you cared about Grogu and me. You helped us both out of trouble several times and I am infinitely grateful for that. And after Grogu was gone, I realized all the more how much you mean to me. It broke my heart to let him go, but you somehow managed to keep me from falling apart completely. And Grogu's return made me understand that. I...I‘ve fallen in love with you. It scares the shit out of me to admit it, but I can't hide it from you anymore. Not when I might have to let you go again in a few days.“

After this confession, it was like your heart had stopped beating. 

You just looked at him in utter surprise and couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence in your head anymore, so you just managed to say: „Why would you have to let me go?“

„Because…“, he sighed. „I got a message from Nevarro, from Magistrate Karga. He told me that we should visit sometime soon…and that the bounty on us has been withdrawn. You can return to your home again.“

He pulled away from you and you widened your eyes, breath getting caught in your throat. Shakily you scooted closer to him and cautiously laid your hands on both sides of his helmet to turn him towards you again.

„But I am home, Din.“, you told him. „I‘m with you and Grogu and that’s all I need.“, you bit your lower lip now. „I‘ve fallen for you, too, so…I won’t leave. Never.“

Through his helmet you could hear his breath hitch, then, ever so slowly he leaned into you until your forehead softly met the cold beskar.

„Dank farrik.“, he cursed quietly.

You chuckled.

„What?“, you whispered amusedly.

„I’m just very relieved.“, now you could hear him laugh a little too and you closed your eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

„Me, too.“, you said. „I…I was also really scared to tell you about my feelings. With that helmet of yours, it’s hard to read you, you know…and I didn’t know if the creed allows romantic relationships.“

You looked at Din again and backed away a little, your hands leaving his helmet.

„It does.“, he told you. „Still, I can’t show you my face. Even if you were a Mandalorian.“

Slowly you nodded.

„That’s completely okay with me.“, you then said. „I just want to be with you.“

Again you tried to lean into him, forehead against his helmet but this time he stopped you. Confused you looked at him.

„I can’t show you my face but that doesn’t mean that I can’t take off my helmet.“, Din’s voice had gotten a little hoarse and you gulped. „I want to kiss you. Is that okay?“

„Please.“, it was only a whisper but you meant it more than you had ever meant something.

With that, Din grabbed your new shawl and softly tied it around your head so you couldn’t see him anymore. As you nervously waited for his next move you could feel your heart rate increase again, especially as you heard the hiss of his helmet when he took it off.

Next, suddenly his naked hands were gently cupping your face. You hadn’t even noticed that he had taken his gloves off. Wincing you sucked in your breath but soon relaxed into his palms. His skin on yours felt incredible, so different from what you had thought. Of course, other humans had touched your skin before him, but this was something special. Din never revealed his skin, only if it was necessary.

Shakily you took a deep breath.

„Can I touch you, too?“, you asked.

„Of course, cyar‘ika.“, he said. „Please, touch me.“

He craved this just as much as you and so you cautiously let your hands travel up his body, towards his neck and finally you felt the skin of his face. Your breath hitched and you couldn’t help but smile. He felt soft underneath your fingertips, a little rougher at his jaw, where he seemed to have grown a stubble. Curiously you traced his features. At first from his cheekbones to his forehead, then from his nose to his jaw again, and finally, your thumb brushed over his lips.

„You’re beautiful, Din.“, you told him.

„Please, let me kiss you.“, he suddenly whispered.

You nodded eagerly and your fingers wandered to his hair, soft short locks in which you buried them. Slowly you could feel Din lean in until his breath ghosted over your lips. Weakly you breathed out and then, finally, his mouth was on yours, softly and incredibly gentle. Carefully his lips moved against yours and you arched into him. 

Never had you imagined it to feel this good and, fucking hell, did you need it.

With more passion he deepened the kiss now, his tongue gently meeting yours and a groan escaped his throat. His hands tugged at your waist, moving you even closer towards him. Fireworks seemed to explode in your stomach as he helped you onto his lap and it only intensified, when he withdrew to kiss your neck instead.

You suppressed a moan and just then you heard his whisper close to your ear.

„It’s okay. Let me hear you, cyar‘ika. You’re mine and I am yours now.“

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 019: The Piggyback

If you had the chance to do it over again with Eddie — and DO IT RIGHT — would you?

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* * = somewhat smut , ** = smut

CW: hospital setting, dialogue heavy, uncertainty, fluff, talks of blood/broken bones/etc., car accident implications

word count: 2.5k words

“I’ll pick up these broken pieces ‘til I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.”

♡

Hawkins Memorial Hospital reeks of bleach wipes and bitter tears.

“Eddie…” Dustin wails. “No no no, noooo. Eddie…”

You’re sitting on the floor of the nurses station with Robin, Steve, and Nancy while the ‘kiddos’ occupy the waiting chairs. Surely, it's got to be unsanitary, but contracting germs off the floor of the ICU were the least of your concerns.

Your eyes follow Wayne as he helplessly wheels around, talking to anyone who would lend him an ear... anyone who would possibly know anything about his nephew’s condition.

“And my nephew — Eddie — he's self-employed,” Wayne continues to tell them.

Wheeling…wheeling…wheeling…

“But the Program he’s with allows him to go through Scott Clarke. You know Scott Clarke Insurance? It’s S-c-o-t-t, C-l-a-r-k-e… I’m through them too…”

But the able-bodied personnel are too fast for old Wayne, walking at a speed about 5mph while his frail fingers can only allow him up to 2 and a half. Just like the liters of oxygen he is on.

“Does he have a case manager assigned to him yet?” Wayne wonders. “If so I would like their name, please.”

Eventually Wayne’s voice fades the further away he gets. And just so you don't wallow in your misery, you go to your phone to see if anyone else has been reaching out to you for updates.

Justice (Hellfire)

Omg just heard the news! Hey girlie, is Eddie ok??? Can we come see him yet??

Just as you expected. Annoyed, you respond.

Girl fuck you

Suddenly a hand squeezes your kneecap. You didn't realize how aggressively you were tapping your feet until Max stops you.

“Doing okay, sis?”

“Yeah I'm just...” you sigh. “…going through all the emotions I guess. And in a fucked up way, I'm kinda convinced this is all my fault."

“You're a dumbass," she scowls at you. "How could you have possibly seen this coming? This was not in anyone’s control."

“I broke the rule,” is all you say. “We never go to bed angry.”

The odds have always been against you. You would think you knew that by now. It was probably why you spent all morning beating yourself up; because you knew that if you did, there's a huge possibility that Eddie would pull through. The Universe is twisted like that.

Suddenly, a pair of white coats are seen coming out of Eddie's room. Everybody in the party immediately stands, like it's some formation exercise at a bootcamp of sorts. Wayne eventually circles back as well, gazing up at Dr. Owens with hopeful eyes.

“Eddie is going to be okay,” Owens concludes. “You can all breathe now.”

The room fills with bone-weary, but nonetheless celebratory cheers. Owens and Eddie's nurse, Nurse Patty allows everybody to hug one another in relief. Eddie's doctor goes to speak again when the clamor dies down.

“But he did have to undergo emergency surgery,” Dr. Owens adds. “And he lost a lot of blood, so we have him on additional transfusions, as well as an antibiotic for an infection caused by his wounds. The plan for him is to recover, hopefully get him up with therapy when the time is right, and then he can get out of here.”

“Can we see him?” your voice cracks.

“That is up to him," the doctor responds. "But for now, what the young man told me is that he wants chocolate pudding... and to see his Uncle and girlfriend."

You and Wayne waste no time. Unlocking the brakes of his wheelchair, you lug Eddie's uncle into ICU room #010, unsure of what is to greet you behind the curtains.

The room is littered with juice and jello, laced by an overpowering bleach-esque fragrance that most likely was there to mask the innate smell of blood and other bodily fluids.

Beep, beep, beep, goes the familiar IV machine. And funny enough, Eddie has his TV on, blasting South Park on full volume, exactly the way it normally would be playing at the Harrington-Munson estate.

"…tell everyone the truth about whose fault this is! I didn't do anything!" ... "...you KNEW about the prank, you could've stopped it at any time, but you didn't say a word. SILENCE IS VIOLENCE!"

And there is Eddie, dressed in a mesh-fabric gauze bandana, a worn-out beige hospital gown, with matching grippy socks. His entire lower lip is busted, left arm in a cast, both of his heels elevated with blood-saturated pillows. And his hair... you didn't even want to think about the matting. But that is ground to be covered much later.

When Eddie sees the two of you, he only utters one sentence:

“Does this mean I finally get that motorcycle?”

“You fucking idiot!” you wail going in to hug him.

Eddie chuckles solemnly as you completely fall into his embrace, soaking his gown with your salty tears.

"I thought we lost you, Eddie,” you whisper in his ear as you sniff your tears away. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we did...knowing what I said."

He strokes your hair. "You have every right to be mad at me. I've been such a shitty boyfriend to you."

“I second that,” Wayne huffs, crossing his arms. “The idiot part, I mean… but I’m glad you’re okay, son.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Wayne,” Eddie grumbles. “I knew those Eddie Stops would catch up to me one day.”

Eventually, the rest of the party spills in, starting with the batallion of younger Hellfire boys who were inconsolable all morning, absolutely petrified of losing their role-model.

"Jesus,” Dustin breathes. “We thought you were a-goner!”

"Hey guys, good to see ya," Eddie grins, soaking up every bit of attention from his little minions as they all pile on top of him. Suddenly, he flinches. "Hey hey hey, watch my IVs! I've got an important med running through that piggyback."

"Right, sorry," they all utter in unison as they separate themselves from him.

Steve is next in line to give Eddie a hug, followed by Robin, and Nancy, and soon Jonathan. Chrissy and Argyle are the next people to trail in, with Henry and Nina at their tail. Then, the Corroded Coffin boys soon after.

"Eddie, oh my god!" Chrissy cries. "Don't you ever scare any of us like that again!"

"Good to see ya, Chris," Eddie smiles, giving her a one-armed hug. "Hey Neens! Creel! Villalobos. Boys.”

"So not cool man," Argyle shakes his head. "So not cool. We were worried sick for you."

As you all iron out the details, it is discovered that Eddie got into the accident shortly after leaving your place. He, in fact did, pull an Eddie Stop, failing to see the car coming at him from his left side, which then resulted in him getting T-boned. The other driver was okay. In fact, he was the one who called the ambulance for him.

"How much longer until you're discharged?" Nancy asks.

"I'm not too sure," Eddie sighs. "Hopefully in a few weeks."

He fails to sit up completely, wincing once again when his pain drags him down. Everybody nearly rushes to his aid, tenderly lowering Eddie back onto the bed while encouraging him to take it easy.

"Don't even worry about it, Eds," Lucas assures him. "We can hold down the fort."

"Oh that's reassuring," Eddie mutters sarcastically, shaking his head in discontent.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing!"

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You decide to stay with Eddie for the afternoon while everyone else goes home. A couple others stay behind as well, so you all take turns alternating, helping the nurses with their care and making sure Eddie isn't alone when a specialist from his team comes to see him.

But for now, it's just you and him, cuddled up in his rather stiff hospital bed, watching TV to pass time by.

"It feels weird sitting in place for once," he comments. "My body isn't used to laying down for a long period of time."

"Constantly in fight or flight, huh?" you tut. "Always on the go..."

Eddie whistles. "God, you have no idea..."

"Nah, I do," you insist, grabbing his hand to kiss it. "Our flights just look a lil different is all."

Suddenly, your phone rings again, causing both you and Eddie to jolt in shock. This time, it's your FaceTime ringtone... and on the other line, is Kassidy, quite possibly accompanied by the other Hellfire Girls.

"Jesus H. Christ," you mumble. "They've been spamming me all morning. Probably just wanna know how you're doing."

"Answer it," Eddie encourages you sharply. His tone is rather gruff, and urgent. "I need to talk to them."

Because you're nice enough to allow the girls the luxury of knowing their lord and savior is alive, you answer the call and hand your phone to Eddie. There's a slight pause before the call is connected.

"Hi," is all Eddie says.

"Eddie! OMG!" the girls squeal through the other line, of course all while failing to acknowledge you — the person whose number they called in the first place. "Are you okay?!"

"Yes girls, I'm fine..." he sighs. "How's Hellfire? Everyone holding down the fort?"

"Of course, just like we do best," Kassidy responds. "We just miss you, Eddie. What happened?"

"Got T-boned."

"OMG, whose fault was it?"

"Mine," he seems relatively short with them.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm in a little bit of pain. But I got some pain meds to help me."

"Thank God!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hospital walls, Nina and Chrissy stare at each other in bewilderment, a look that is naturally followed by one of disgust.

"Oh I know damn well..." Nina shakes her head.

"Stupid ass bitches," Chrissy adds.

Being the nosy girls they are, Nina and Chrissy crane their heads over into the room, eavesdropping on the FaceTime conversation between Eddie and the Hellfire Girls.

"Oh Eddie," Emmy pouts. "We're so glad that you're doing okay."

"Yeah, Eddie!" Lady chirps. "When do you think you'll be released?"

"Hopefully I'll be out in about two weeks," Eddie responds. "But I'll stay at home for a bit before coming back. You won't even know I'm gone."

The girls cheer obnoxiously on the other line. You try to act indifferent towards everything for Eddie's sake, but it's hard for you to feign something that so evidently isn't true.

Eddie senses it. And what he says next to the girls takes you by surprise.

"...But," Eddie says. "In that same amount of time, I expect your lockers to be cleared... as well as your side of the dressing room."

There's a brief silence while the girls try to piece together what Eddie means by that. Because surely it doesn't mean what they initially thought it meant.

"Why? Are we getting moved?"

"No, you're all getting terminated."

So it was exactly what they thought it meant.

"Wh-what? Why?!"

"What do you mean why?" Eddie demands.

He begins to list off everything they have done wrong, all of which they pretended to be oblivious about until now.

"The final straw is calling my girlfriend's phone, non-stop, knowing that's the only way to get through to me," Eddie goes on. "And not even acknowledging her! And even if you did, you all have some damn nerve considering what you guys did at Hellfire."

"You don't even have proof of us damaging her property though!" Justice argues. "So for all we know, you're just accusing us of things, Eddie."

"That's funny," you speak up. "Who said anything about property damage?"

Caught in their own trap.

The MAIN reason Eddie couldn't fire the Hellfire Girls when they put sugar in your gas tank was because you didn't have any proof that they did it, therefore it wouldn't hold up well if the girls decided to sue for wrongful termination. Again, lots of legalities to come in to play.

The girls were smart though. Choosing to wreck your car because they knew it was parked in the security camera's blindspot. Essentially, after the damage was done, it would be your word against theirs. And there was only so much that Eddie could do with the "subtle jabs". But now that you have a confession, Eddie can work off of that.

"But Eddie!" Justice whines. "This is so unfair. We've known you, and been at Hellfire longer than she has."

"Two weeks," Eddie reiterates, still firm on his decision. "That's enough time for you ladies to figure out the next step. I wish you the best of luck."

The ending of the FaceTime call wasn't a pretty one. It mainly consisted of denying and bargaining, all of which Eddie did not have the energy to be receptive to.

You and Eddie continue to hash it out with the girls over the phone, all while Nina and Chrissy were twerking in celebration because it meant more money for them during tip outs. And most importantly, celebrating you getting the justice you deserve...along with the possibility of you coming back.

"That was something I should've done way long ago," Eddie sighs as he hands you your phone back. "I hate dealing with legal shit."

"I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible," you frown.

"And I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible to you," Eddie counters. "I really wish I could've done more for you. But up until now my hands were tied legally, honey. And financially."

"It was a sticky situation," you mutter. "But...I knew you had a favorite."

He kisses your forehead once more and you lean into him again, resting your head against his chest and wrapping your leg around his torso.

"Ow, ow, OW!" Eddie yelps.

"Sorry!"

You asunder again.

"You think you're gonna find enough dancers in time?" you ask him.

"We'll be okay four dancers short," Eddie assures you. "And besides, more tips for the other ladies when it comes down to tip-outs. They did Hellfire a favor."

Exactly what Chrissy and Nina were thinking.

"Speaking of Hellfire..." Eddie quips. "Does this mean you're coming back?"

"Only if I'm still welcome."

"Of course you are, babe," Eddie chuckles. "Everyone there loves you."

Your heart flutters at the forsaken "L" word, uttered with so much certainty and fondness.

"...including me," Eddie adds. "I love you, man."

You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you blush, giving Eddie a light punch across his chest.

"I love you too...man."

And as a way to poke fun at you, Eddie flashes you a "surf's up" sign with his non-crippled fingers. He puts on his most pretentious California accent possible, one he learned how to do from Argyle.

"Righteous...man."

And before it could get any more intimate, Chrissy makes her way into the room, reaching into her tote bag to give you something she's been holding onto since she arrived.

You watch as she unveils a familiar velvet garment — your cloak. She gives you a courtly bow as she hands it back over to you, symbolizing an end to your very brief retirement from Hellfire, and a permanent seat at The Party's table.

"You know Hargrove, I believe..." says Chrissy. "...that this is for you."

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Casey Novak- SFW Headcanons

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A- Affectionate (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Casey is affectionate when you both are alone. However, she very rarely showed any PDA whilst out or at work due to her being very wary of her job and your safety too.

B- Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Casey would make the most amazing best friend. She's supportive and caring, and she makes as much time for you as she possibly can. However, you understand that her job is really busy and hectic, but sometimes you do miss your best friend. Your friendship started when you both were assigned a case to make up when you enrolled in Harvard Law School. You both worked together and ended up meeting up a few times for coffee dates, and then they led to drinks at bars, and then before you knew it, you were sharing nights together in your room.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Casey loves cuddling you, howvere she is more prone to doing it after a tough day at work. She can start to feel separated from you as she spends a lot of her time at her office or the precinct, so when she feels lonely, this is the best solution. She usually likes to cuddle you from behind, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close to her.

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Casey wasn't good at domestic chores due to the little time she spent at her apartment. After she met you and you moved in together, she put in more effort with these chores, and you both agreed that you would cook and she would clean, although you occasionally switched these roles. Casey has wanted nothing more than to settle down, yet her job has put a lot of pressure on all relationships and friendships that she has previously made, and she was desperate to find someone who would

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Casey would have enough dignity to break up with her partner. However she wouldn't sugar-coat it, she'd tell it them exactly how she was feeling and why, although deep down she'd still feel bad about it.

F- Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they do it?)

Casey is definitely nervous about committing to someone due to her being her in the past, however when she fell in love with you, she couldn't imagine being apart from you. Despite her being nervous to commit, she fell in love with you so fast, she could barely keep up with the butterflies fluttering through the stomach at the thought of a future with you.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Casey is gentle with you both physically and emotionally all the time, but when you're upset, she's so gentle that you can barely feel her grip on you, yet you know that you're safe with her.

H- Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Casey isn't always the biggest fan of hugs as she doesn't like to draw too much attention to herself. However, she believes that there's nothing better than a hug when either of you has had a bad day.

I- I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Casey knows that she loves you quite soon into your relationship, however she's too afraid to tell you, so she kept it a secret for a while. When your 4 month anniversary came up, she couldn't keep her feelings to herself anymore, so she blurted out all of her emotions is a huge ramble, and was more than relieved when you admitted you loved her back and had done for so long, even when you were both just friends.

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Casey isn't jealous of people chatting you up unless it's someone she rivals with. However, if you flirt or give a certain look back, she'll be quick to become jealous and will always remind you who you belong to and why.

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A lot of kisses with Casey are small and fast when she's at work or out in public, however in private and at home, her kisses are slow, romantic and full of love and passion.

L- Little ones (How are they around children?)

At first, Casey is really shy and awkward around kids, not wanting to scare them or anything. However, she's actually really good with them, and she doesn't even realise it.

M- Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You don't usually spend mornings with Casey as she's already been called to work by the time you get up. When she leaves for work, she always plays a few kisses across your face, mumbling how much she loves you and that she can't wait to come home to you later.

N- Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Because of her job, she can either come home early or really late, so you make the most of the time you have together. You always make sure she has a good meal to look forward to after work and you put Netflix on, knowing she'll likely want to binge watch something before she gets in bed and wraps you up in her arms.

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Casey doesn't immediately start opening up to you because she's afraid to be too vulnerable. However, when she does open up to you, it's all in a jumbled rant, tears glazing her eyes as she rambles on about her past and what happened with Charlie.

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Casey is a very placid person usually. However, when she's had a tough and stressful case, she can become very snappy and temperamental with her emotions.

Q- Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Casey remembers every little thing that you tell how about yourself. She's amazing at surprise you with things that even you forgot that you had told her. However, she is terrible at remember dates and plans that you have with each other when going out. You always have to remind her that you have something coming up or else you'd be stood up.

R- Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Casey's favourite moment from your relationship is definitely your first kiss, and she could never forget the way your lips gently connected, the passion coursing through her veins as she pulled you closer, caressing your face with one hand whilst the other hand encased you own.

S- Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Casey is the most protective one in the relationship because she has the most confidence out of you, too. If you feel scared or anxious, she grips your hand, drawing circles with her thumb, whilst her other hand circles your lower back, holding you close to her body, making you feel grounded and safe with her.

T- Try (How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, and everyday tasks?)

Casey puts in a lot of effort with dates when she actually remembers the dates of them. She always surprises you with a small weekend getaway for anniversaries and your favourite restaurant reservations on your birthday.

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

One of Casey's biggest bad habits is her language because she swears like a sailor, especially when she is stressed or annoyed.

V- Varsity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She always makes sure that she looks presentable to her standards. However, you always think she looks stunning, even when she comes home, putting on her joggers and tank top, her hair shoved in a messy bun. Even though she makes sure she looks good at all times, she has a habit of not pairing the right colours together and wearing clothes that clash with each other.

W- Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Even if she doesn't realise it, she wouldn't be able to cope without you being there to welcome her home and to relax with after a long week at work. Her word would definitely be a lot more empty and quiet compared to what it is now.

X- Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves dragging you baseball and softball matches, enjoying a cool beer and hotdogs in the summer sun.

Y- Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner, she hates disrespectful people or people who don't support their partners. She loves loyal people as she is loyal herself.

Z- Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Casey is almost always the big spoon because she loves to feel like she is protecting you. However, she's quick to be the little spoon when she's ill or will lie on your chest.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The A in Anton stands for Affectionate™. He won't be crazy on the PDA, but he'll always be holding your hand whenever he can, randomly pretending to bite your shoulder (iykyk), and playing with your hair.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Both of you would need each other to survive. He helps you to keep your life in check while you help him speak up when he's far too shy, even if it's just ordering at your local Subway's. The friendship would start from being assigned on an assignment together, because Anton is too much of an introvert to make friends directly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle! There's nothing he loves more than just being in your arms and having you around him. Even though he's ridiculously tall, he loves being the little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Anton seems like the kinda guy who would only want to live together if you guys were engaged or married, so probably only later on in your relationship. He's not the best at cooking, but he's great at cleaning. Be it folding the laundry or scrubbing the toilet, consider it done and dusted.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

LOTS of tears. But Anton would be straightforward with it, and break it to you simply and respectfully that he wants to call it quits.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Anton takes commitment very seriously. He seems like a date to marry type of guy, and he definitely commits to your relationship 100%. He won't rush marriage, and only propose when he knows the both of you are ready for it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Anton created gentleness. He treats you so delicately and with so much love, and he's always there for you with open arms.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it?)

He loves them. He does it whenever he can, because he just likes being in contact with you physically so much.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It's gonna take a while for Anton to tell you he loves you. That doesn't mean that he doesn't, he's just really shy about it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn't get jealous easily, because he trusts you and your relationship a lot. But there will be times where seeing you laugh at Sohee's jokes a bit too much for his liking leaves him to sulk alone for at least two hours, arms folded and being petty until you make it up to him with kisses.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Anton's kisses would be so so so so soft... They would be so gentle and so full of love every time. He likes to kiss you on your lips and your shoulder, and he likes it when you kiss him on the cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great around children! He gets along really well with them, always making them laugh at the silly faces he makes and takes care of them with full attention.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Anton's a morning person, so he'd be very productive. He'll greet you every day at six in the morning with a soft kiss to the cheek before going off to start his day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Lots of skinship! His social battery would run out by night, and he just wants to be around his favorite person (aka you) and make up for any lost time if he didn't get to spend the day with you. It's as if he's glued to you by the hip, following after you wherever you go just to kiss and hug you whenever he can.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take quite some time for Anton to open up. He'll tell you all the lighthearted and basic stuff of course, but he needs some time to open up about his deepest darkest secrets.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Anton has 99.99% patience. He's very emotionally intelligent, so if anything were to upset him, he would manage it in a really mature way where no one gets hurt.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Anton would remember everything about you. From your usual coffee order to your birth story, he will remember anything you tell him. You're one of the best things that ever happened to him, and he wants to remember each and every thing about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely when the both of you went out on a first date. The moment Anton felt the strong connection between the both of you, it made his heart skip a beat, a small smile on his face.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Anton's very protective. He's always looking out for you, willing to pick you up wherever you are instead of letting you take a cab or public transport home because it's far too dangerous. He follows the sidewalk rule strictly, and he always wears a jacket when you wear short skirts so he can help you cover up on the escalator or while sitting.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put his entire soul into these things. He prefers making handmade gifts for you, because they're just so much more meaningful. So be prepared for scrapbooks he made himself on your birthday and jewelry he learned to make on your anniversary. He has a personalized list for his everyday tasks, making sure he always gets his share done.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't talk sometimes. It makes you think he's mad, but he just doesn't want to talk somedays. You don't really mind, but it can get frustrating sometimes. He's working on it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very. Anton takes great care of his skin, and he works hard in the gym in hopes to buff up. But at the end of the day, he just wants to stay healthy so he can be around you for as long as he physically can.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If it was for a short period of time, then no. But if it was for a long period of time, like several days or weeks due to school or work purposes, he would question his will to live. The whole world would be so boring and mundane to him without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Anton's very romantic. And not the textbook kind of romantic with roses and chocolates. He takes each and every detail about you and plans the most personalised and sweetest dates and gifts for you. It surprises you every time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He HATES it when people affect his productivity. He's a organized person, so he hates it when his plans get ruined. He doesn't mind if others are unproductive or lazy, he just doesn't want his plans to get ruined. Especially if they're for something really important.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a chaotic deep sleeper. He'll turn and roll around a lot in his sleep, and you often wake up to find that he's made you his personal bolster in his sleep.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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ღ summary: Chan has had feelings for you that he didn’t know how to fully say out loud, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, until he finally got over it.

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You sighed happily as you opened your door, placing your purse on the ground and tossing your shoes on the ground. You walked to your bedroom and opened the door, quickly combing through your closet to find something comfortable to wear. You hummed as you got dressed, just happy to be out of work.

Work wasn’t the worst today, but damn, leaving was so satisfying. It always felt like Friday didn’t come fast enough. That was the day you and Chan decided to hang out together. You both had busy lives, so you couldn’t see each other as much as you did in the past, but you wanted to make time to see each other.

You saw each other every day while growing up, and you still couldn’t get enough of one another. Now that you have your grown-up jobs, it’s been more challenging. That’s why you both decided on Fridays as your day. You could relax after the work week, or if you had to work the weekends, it was a way for you to relax before whatever the weekend had to bring.

He’s always been a comfort in your life. You could go to him with any problem, and he would help you sort it out. He was also there for any and every accomplishment you had. He’s always been a stable part of your life. You met in grade school after you were assigned to the same class. He would always ask to partner with you, which you found annoying, but he grew on you. You started to hang out outside of school, picking up the same interests.

Both of your parents started to grow close, too, just because they were constantly dropping you off at one another’s houses. They used to tease that you would end up together as early as ninth grade. You and Chan would deny it quickly and call them crazy.

You didn’t see him in the light. Maybe during high school, but he’s still your best friend. Who knows what would happen if you got together and something happened where you broke up? You didn’t want to risk losing him like that.

Even if you got lost in a fantasy of the two of you living out your lives together, you still didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship or losing him for good. That’s why you kept those ideas out of your mind; no need to fantasize when he’s always been by your side.

Chan, on the other hand, has been crushing on you for years. He always wanted to tell you but never knew how to put the words together. Every Friday after you left, he would beat himself up for not saying anything to you. His roommate Joshua always told him just to let it out.

He so desperately wanted to, but what if you denied him? That would make things awkward and destroy your friendship. He didn’t want to lose you, and he wouldn’t risk the idea of that, even if that meant biting his tongue.

Y/N: I’m on my way over now!

Channie: Okay, get here safely!! I got us some food, and I bought a brownie mix for us to make together :)

You smiled at his message as you made your way to his place. His roommate usually joined in, which you didn’t mind. Joshua was always super nice, and you considered him a friend of your own, too. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door as he opened it.

“Hello,” you beamed as you looked at Chan. “How was work today?” Chan questioned as he smiled at you, letting you into his apartment. “Good! It was an Easy day, luckily, but I’m still happier to be here with you,” you grinned at him.

He nodded quickly. “Did you have an easy day?” you asked him as you walked to the kitchen. “Luckily, I did! I got out and then went to the store for us.” Your eyes widened, remembering that he had purchased a box mix of brownies.

“How about I start on the brownies?” You grinned, grabbing the box. We haven’t even gotten our food,” he laughed at you as you nodded. Well, if I start them now, we’ll have them ready for after we eat.” You smiled up at him.

He tapped his forehead and chuckled. “Your brain is massive; how dare I forget,” You giggled at him as you grabbed a mixing bowl and started. “Can I help?” He watched you as you shook your head. “Nope, I like doing this,” He nodded as he watched you. The way those loose hairs fell in front of your face as you mixed.

He tried to look away but couldn’t. You were so perfect to him. Even though you weren’t doing anything special, his eyes were still glued to you. Joshua walked out of his room, noticed the way he was looking at you, and cleared his throat. Chan looked over at him and smiled, embarrassed that he had been caught. You looked in his direction and smiled. “Hey! I’m making brownies for later,” your voice was so cheerful it made Chan smile every time.

Joshua nodded and smiled. “I’ll make sure to have some then,” he watched as you grabbed the pan you needed. You filled the pan carefully and evened it out. Chan heard the knock on the door and smiled. “Food’s here!” He called out as he opened the door and took it carefully, tipping the delivery driver before shutting the door.

“Perfect timing,” you smiled as you walked over to the coffee table where he was laying everything out for you. The aroma of the spicy dishes he ordered made you sigh happily. “That smells so good,” he laughed at you and nodded. “That’s why I got it,” he teased as you smiled at him.

“Here is yours,” he handed you your container carefully. The bottom was still hot, so he watched to make sure you took it out of his hands from the sides. You opened it and smiled. “I’m going to absolutely demolish this,” Chan couldn’t help but laugh at your wording.

You took your fork and quickly started to eat. “Careful, it’s hot.” His eyes were filled with concern as you ate. You nodded at him as you opened your mouth, waving your hand in front of it. “Very, " your voice was meek as he tried not to laugh at you.

Joshua grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to one of the many dramas the three of you had been watching together. You all ate and started talking about your day. Joshua brought up the small cafe where he did a gig, and you smiled at him. He always talked with so much passion about music, and you admired it.

Chan took a bite of his food and thought of what he had done. “I honestly didn’t do much today. I think I just did the bare minimum until I clocked out today, and then I ran over to the convenience store to get the brownie mix for us.” He squinted, trying to think of what else. “Oh! I also got ice cream,” he nodded.

Your eyes widened when you heard that he had bought ice cream. “Ugh, I love you,” you kissed the top of his head. His cheeks flushed as you finished eating, placing your container on the table and walking over to the oven to take out the brownies.

Joshua was giving Chan a look, trying to tell him to say something. Chan quickly shook his head at him as Joshua sighed. “Those smell really good, Y/N!” Joshua smiled over at you as you nodded quickly. “I’ll give them a bit to cool off, then I’ll cut into them.” You walked back over to your place on the couch.

Chan looked over at Joshua and cleared his throat, swallowing his last bite. “I think Vernon and Soonyoung wanted to come over,” Chan looked over at Joshua, who was sitting across the couch. Joshua nodded at him. “Yeah, that’s fine,” Chan nodded and looked over at you, thinking of what he could say.

“I’ll go home after I have my dessert; I don’t want to get in between you and your friends,” You smiled softly as Chan shook his head at you. “Don’t leave, you can stay. It’s our night anyways,” He sounded desperate as Joshua pursed his lips together, holding in laughter at the way he was begging you to stay.

“Nooo, besides, I have some laundry to do. Plus, we can still hang out more than just today!” You grinned, walking back to the kitchen, and started to cut up the brownies. Chan looked at Joshua desperately, hoping he could help him. Joshua shrugged at him. There wasn’t much he could say as Chan had just shot himself in the foot by bringing up the other guys.

He watched as you walked back. Chan once again gave Joshua a look. Joshua could only help but sigh quietly. “Hey, Y/N. You should stay; the other guys don’t bite.” He smiled softly at you as you shrugged. “It’s okay! I'd rather let you both have time with your friends! I’m off tomorrow and Sunday, so we can hang out whenever Channie,” You smiled over at Chan as he nodded.

Joshua shrugged at his own failed attempt. You got up after eating and placed your plate in the sink. “I’ll see you guys again soon,” You waved at them as they nodded. “I’ll see you!” Chan called out as you walked out.

Chan flopped back on the couch. “Why did I do that?” He groaned as Joshua couldn’t help but snicker. “You did it to yourself, man.” He shrugged as he stood up, hearing the knock and walking over to the door to let Vernon and Soonyoung in.

“I’m so stupid,” Chan rubbed his face and stared up. Vernon’s eyebrow raised as he looked at Joshua. “It’s about Y/N, again. She came over, but he mentioned you guys, and she wanted us to have time with you guys instead.” Joshua sighed as Soonyoung shook his head in response.

“You still haven’t confessed?” Vernon asked. Chan’s head shot up to stare daggers into the three of them. “I’ll take that as a no, then…” Soonyoung trailed off, looking away from Chan. Joshua looked over at Chan, spread out on the couch. “Listen, Chan, the worst she can say is no, you just gotta do it.” Joshua has said those words at least twenty times in the past two months, but Chan still ignores them.

“But then she denies me and then boom. Friendship is gone,” Chan sighed as Soonyoung shook his head. “Listen, if she actually values you as a friend, too, she wouldn’t end it over a confession.” Chan listened closely. Soonyoung wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t hurt to at least speak up.

“Tomorrow, invite her over. Do whatever you want, but finally let it out that you like Y/N,” Vernon spoke up, saying what he thought. Chan hesitantly nodded. Joshua watched him, letting out another sigh. “I’m going to go out with friends, and you better do it. I’ll help you with whatever, but you had better confess. Stop being a coward.”

Chan swallowed. “Fine, I’ll make a nice dinner, clean our place up, and then I’ll let it out.” Soonyoung smiled. “Good,”

Chan was filled with anxiety the following day. Stressing over every little thing. The apartment didn’t seem clean enough, the candles he got weren’t enough, and god, the food? It could be so much better. Joshua watched as he hurried around. “Hey,” He called out as Chan looked over at him. “Take a moment and breathe; everything is going to be fine. The place looks amazing, and the food smells incredible. Y/N is going to love it no matter what.”

Chan inhaled deeply before exhaling. “I hope,” he said, trying to hide his worry, but Joshua could see straight through it. “Come on, take another deep breath. Nothing terrible will happen, I promise.” Joshua kept reassuring him as best he could.

Before he could blink, it was four-thirty. He agreed to have you come over at five. “Oh god,” he sighed. He quickly changed into the outfit he had planned and lit the candles around the apartment. He heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in!” he yelled out.

You opened the door carefully. Your jaw dropped as you looked around at the scene that Chan had created. The candlelight throughout his apartment and the food that he had cooked sitting on the counter waiting for you. “What’s all this?” You looked at him in awe.

“So, uh,” He stuttered, scratching the back of his head before taking a deep breath. “Listen, Y/N. I really like you, and every time I’m with you, those feelings grow stronger. I’ve always been a coward and afraid that if I said that to you, our friendship would be over. Which I really hope it isn’t. You mean so much to me,”

You listened to each word intently. You kept telling yourself he was nothing more than a friend. But maybe you said it too much that you thought it was true. Those past years of feelings for him began to resurface. Hearing those words leave his lips left you in shock.

“Chan..” You started, and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, worrying that you didn’t feel the same for him. “I liked you a lot, but I was always afraid of ruining our friendship. I honestly think I forced myself into thinking I don’t see you as more than a friend. But hearing those words leaves your mouth. I think deep down I’ve always liked you too,”

He watched you, wondering what that could’ve meant. He couldn’t tell if that was you confessing back or a gentle way of letting him down. You looked at his face, seeing the confusion as you walked over and hugged him. “If you’re asking for us to start going out, I would love that,” you said, holding onto him as he held you tightly. “Oh, thank God, " he exhaled.

You laughed at him. “Let’s eat this food before it’s cold,” You smiled at him as he nodded, fixing you a plate. You both ate and cuddled as you had the apartment together. You still kept up with seeing each other at least once a week.

Any weekends you had off together, you would go on a short getaway trip, even if it was just a hotel not too far away. All that mattered was that you had the time together.

He would also come up with some creative dates; he took you to a paint night, a pasta making class, and one of your favorites, Lotte World. Every time you went out with him, it was terrific.

It was like before, but even better, his soft lips and gentle hands that held you close. You couldn’t ask for anyone better than him. Even a year later, you felt like it was the first time you’d kissed him when your lips met.

He became your person, your home, your everything. Chan could say the same about you. As he sat on the couch next to you, seeing you all cozy with your blanket and your book, he realized this was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

He gently tapped your leg so you would get them off of him. You curled your legs up. “Sorry, love!” You smiled up at him before getting back into your book. “It’s okay, darling,” he smiled at you before walking to your shared bedroom.

He opened his nightstand and carefully took out something before making his way back out to the living room. “Hey, Y/N,” He cleared his throat as you were lost in the text in front of you. “Yeah?” You responded before putting your book down.

There was Chan on one knee. “I know this might seem fast, but I’ve waited years to have you in my life. You’ve become my everything, my sanctuary, my love, and the reason my heart beats every morning. I love you so much, Y/N. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you,”

You sat up, getting closer to him as tears started to well up. “Y/N, would you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?” He looked at you, his hands shaking slightly as he opened that small velvet box he was holding onto. You nodded quickly, the happy tears streaming down your face as you looked at him. “Yes, a million times over.” He carefully slid the ring on your finger.

“I love you so much, Chan,” You held onto him as you cried. He held you tighter than he has ever and rubbed your back. “I love you, Y/N,”

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 8

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: none

W.C: 3k

For my beloved: @oreharuuu

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[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

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"You didn't have to cut the call like that."

Hearing your whining voice, the boy in front of you laughs out aloud earning a glare from you. He leans forward to ruffle your hairs, making you more annoyed.

"But I'm really sorry for that...I was half awake and didn't know what I was speaking so don't mind me if I had said anything weird." He pouts in the end.

"It's okay. I was asking why you told me that I have studied in that school since middle school but actually I have studied there only high-school. Do you know if something happened during the time when I was sick?"

"not really...I was a transfer student and I heard from you that you studied there since middle school. We used to sit together and gradually we became friends but why are you asking these all of a sudden?" He creases his brows.

"just asking." You sigh and look down to your smoothie.

"Y/n..."

"Gyu...I thing those CEOs are hiding something from me." You haven't look up but you can feel his stare on you.

"What makes you think like that?" he places his chin on the fist.

You pause and think of all the previous months, "Gyu...I started to get along with some of them who seem pretty friendly and they told me about our friendship a lot but every time their words felt like as if they were hiding some part of the story. And also..." you look around and leans forward to whisper, "I am remembering everything...and it's not like those dreams anymore. I can totally remember how I have spent my times with them. I can now see their faces and remember their voices and everything."

You are taking medicines for last one month and it's really helping too fast to regain your memories. The doctor told you that it's only because you are surrounded by the people who are part of the memories. Their presence, their voices and their images are colliding with the barrier and making your past vision getting cleared.

"Like...everything?"

"not really...all the happy and fun times are there but still something is missing."

"Maybe there is something...bad and if anything triggers your mind then you can remember the rest." He raises his brows and you nod, "maybe possible."

"Do you want to remember them?"

"I don't know..."

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"Hey Star!" your cheering voice startles the girl who was earlier busy talking to the receptionist and it looked as if it was pretty much important. She waves the woman away and run towards you to engulf you in a hug. You smile, "you are here? You didn't inform me about your coming."

She laughs, "Actually, I was here to deliver some of my father's document on my way to studio so basically there was no point in informing you." She glances at her wrist watch and sighs, "also I'm running late so gotta go y/n. Fighting for the day."

Nodding to her, you watch her almost running towards the glass door, her heels were about to slip at some point but still she is a person who will fall a thousand times but will not be on time anywhere. Shaking your head, you remember that Yeosang had called you earlier because he needs some help with his assigned paper works and well you as his secretary oh-no bestfriend should help him.

He asked you to help him as his dear friend not as an office worker-secretary.

You push open the glass door to his cabin only to be greeted by a silent room with no one inside it. You crease your brows and stepped inside, approaching the bulletin board to see if he has left any sticky notes about his whereabouts but nothing is there. You glance at all the previous notes still sticking and the various little characters drawn by him in the corner of various colour small papers -he refers those drawings of tiny characters as hehetmon. A little smile appears on your face but you were yet to notice that someone is standing behind you, very close to you that he himself is surprised.

The corner of the person's lip curls up too when his gaze falls on the same thing.

"He never wants to hurt you."

You get startle to the voice and quickly turns around, placing your clutched fist above your heart and wide eyes staring back at him, "when did you enter?" as much as you are gathering courage to ask him a question, deep down you are more freaking out with the fact that it's him who is standing so close to you and alone in this room.

"why do you ask?" he asks in a low voice, one hand fished his pant pocket. His white shirt perfectly hugging his body and your eyes really not leaving any corner of his body to appreciate them. Blinking away the thoughts, you look back at him.

He is smirking at you and you fight the urge to roll your eyes, "I must believe that you all are some kinds of vampires at this point because I don't hear a sound when you all sneak behind me. you all have same behaviours at this point."

"we are brothers though."

"what? Brothers?"

He rolls his eyes, "well sort of." He walks to the chair opposite to the main chair behind the table and swivels to your direction. "living together for so many years and getting adopted by the same man. yes we are brothers. But to tell you one thing, Jongho is my real brother though."

"Do you have fever?" your feet are still glued to the exact same place and he smirks when he heard your question, "why?"

You gulp and avert your eyes towards the door and hope to Yeosang come but no one comes across.

"what happened? I asked you a question."

"you...you are talking normally to me. this doesn't feel right. I mean like it's nice that you are being good to me but still..." you look down at your shoes and cursing in your mind for blabbering nonsense.

He chuckles, "y/n, look at me. are you scared of me?"

You shake your head but he is moving his head in every direction to get a glimpse of your face, "then why are you not looking at me?"

"Um...I need to find Yeosang..."

As you stepped forward, he blocks your view with his frame and smiling down at you. Your every movement is restricted by him. nervousness visible on your face, his finger curls your locks and tugs them behind your ears. Heart beating in your ears, blood pumping to your face due to the close proximity. "San..."

He leans forwards, humming in your ears "say my name again, pretty girl."

Should I say that I remember this name? Pretty girl...

"San...I need to go."

He holds you close, embracing you in a warm hug. Why is he acting like this suddenly? What happened to him? you slightly push him and step towards the door. His eyes go wide with the sudden action but he smirks while fishing his palms inside the pocket of his denims.

You look back at him for once before exiting the door and heaving a sigh. But to your dismay, he exits the door just behind you.

"do you need something?"

"yes...you."

You stare at him for a second before making your way towards Hongjoong's office. Yeah, that's the only safe option for you. No one would dare to do anything if he is around but why this person is acting like someone has possessed him. even when he is acting nice towards you, his actions are creeping you out.

The steps quicken but you can feel him trailing just closely behind you. A wide smile visible on his face, eyes following your each panic and nervous steps and turn towards the Hongjoong's cabin. You are now confused because you thought him to go away when knowing the known path but he is still in his way, following you.

Reaching near the red door, you pause and stare at it, questioning whether to enter or go anywhere else. He stops in his track and leans against the railing behind him, he is just a few feet away from you. You nervously glance between the door and him. when you are about to knock, his voice interrupts you.

"Enter the room...he knows you will be here."

Is he fooling with you?

"why are you following me?"

He starts laughing and brushed his hair back, "I can do anything in my office and you are my personal assistance so the boss can be with his assistant anywhere. Maybe doing anything. Also-"

You couldn't take any more from him, so without knocking you push open the door and are greeted with three persons already inside the room, staring at your direction. You send a smile towards them and awkwardly move forward but they are curiously watching your form.

Yeosang is smiling at you from the sofa and pats the place beside him and you approach him. Hongjoong standing behind his desk, is still in a serious mask but when he catches your eyes at him, he smiles back and Seonghwa across from him—well his expression is unpredictable. You don't actually know what he is feeling or why he is staring at you like this but you are sure about one thing that you are definitely freaking out inside because of his presence. Earlier, San was not enough that you have to face this man as well.

There is a really something about Seonghwa that is making you nervous.

"what happened, y/n?"

Hongjoong breaks the awkward the moment between you all and you shake your head, "ah..it's nothing." You turn to your side, "I was searching for Yeosang but he was not there in his cabin."

"oh! Yeah, I have given those papers to Jongho. No need to worry for that."

You nod with a smile.

Entering the room, you felt a tensed atmosphere inside the cabin and with you here, it's seemed to be more heavy air for breathing. The door opens slowly and enters the uninvited one. As if you are invited. Well, the first thing he did, winking to your direction and going towards the bookshelf near the wide glass view of the city. You glare at him but he is enjoying your silly expression and smiles at you again.

What is literally wrong with him?

Is he planning something to get rid of you?

Of course not. Right?

Hongjoong notices the interaction between you two when he suddenly said, "what is going on between you two?"

"Nothing!" you said too loud earning chuckles from two, Hongjoong raised his brow and having an amusing look and the last one enjoying the situation a lot.

"Joong, there's a lot going on in your office."

"what do you mean?"

"My pretty girl is being a curious one these days and asking about the childhood stories from others. Why?" he said and flips the page of the book in his hand.

Your ears perk upon the words coming out his mouth. Why is he saying it like he is suspecting you for something? Seonghwa smiles and stands up, he takes off his coat and walks towards you. You are attentive to his actions. He nears your form and kneels down in front of you, placing his palms over your knees. You awkwardly smiles towards him and glance at Hongjoong. Why is he not stopping him?

"do you remember our past?" he asks you softly. You lick your lips and bit the lower lips. Yeosang caress your head with a smile on his face, urging you to speak.

"I...no...nothing..."

You lied. Even if you can remember a lot of things but yet you are confused and don't feel like sharing anything with them.

"but you were asking about us." He tilts his head to the side.

"I was just trying to be friends...again."

Yes. That's true, even if you started to get to know them out of curiosity but gradually, you are feeling close with them. They are really making you feel like the most important part of their life. It's not good to hide from them. It's been days, oh wait it's been months that you are staying here with them. You have become some of their best friends all over again. There are some things you remembered. And also, Some things you need to get clarified.

"that's good."

You nod to Yeosang.

"Hongjoong...you asked me if I remembered something from my past right?"

"Yeah..."

"I can." You look at four of them preciously and gulp, "I can remember our friendship."

You add,"not everything...but a lot."

Hongjoong has a mixed expression on his face. You search for a particular emotion over his features but all you get is a tension visible.

Is he scared of something?

Seonghwa's grip on your palm above your thigh tightens to your words and Yeosang is shocked to hear the confession. But there is one person whose expression is unexpected, San. He is blankly staring at you but when he caught your eyes, he smiled at you. Now, it's your time to get shock. Why is he smiling?

"As far as I can remember, we were good friends...really good friends." You stare at Seonghwa, "more than just...friends."

"Y/n..."

"Can someone please explain me how come this happened?"

Seonghwa quickly asks, "what happened?"

You remain silent. You don't know how to say it. Previously, you didn't want to say anything about this to them. You were unsure of the facts being true but when you got to remember them, their memories, their every touch, their smiles, their laughs and their confessions. You are sure that all those are not just some dreams anymore but some realities that you had to forget for some reasons.

"y/n...please tell me."

You place your hand above his with a smile, "Hwa..." his breath hitches with you calling him with the nickname, "I was in relationship with you...all."

"love..." Hongjoong's voice is heavy and low but it's audible to all of you. You stare at him and lick your lips. He slowly steps forward and stands behind Seonghwa, "you remember us?"

You nod and cast a glance towards San. His gaze is fixed on you. Yeosang scoots closer to you and side hugs you with a smile. "we are together again. Now no one can separate us again, right?"

"but I want to ask you all one thing."

Hongjongs folds his hand above his chest and nods his head but a little smile visible on his face.

"what are you all hiding from me?"

"no-"

"Joong, you are. Even if there's these nice memories of ours but still there are these blur scenes which are itching inside me. Please tell me."

Seonghwa cups your one cheek, "it's better not to remember those things. Please, we are relieved that you remember us again but we are more than happy that you can't remember those parts."

"Is it that bad?"

He hesitates to reply but smiles, "yes. Please don't force yourself to remember it."

"I won't." you pat Yeosang's hand around you, "But if I remember them naturally, then?"

They are silent.

You suddenly laugh at them and they stare at you confusedly.

"what happened?"

"why are you laughing?" Hongjoong asked and furrowed his eyebrows.

"lets forget about this topic." You remove the arms from around you and also, remove Seonghwa's hands from your lap to step towards Hongjoong. Standing just in front of Hongjoong, you extend a hard towards him, "friends?"

He stares at your hand and blinks at you, "friends..." He holds your hand with a wide smile across his face. "but why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I want to start our bond again. We should start our relationship again from the first step of friendship. So, we are now friends."

He smiles at you but when you turn around, you come face to face with someone whom you were trying to ignore these days. Your heart ache to see him after confessing the truth to them. Tears welling up in your eyes. His every word, every affection, the love you shared, the times you spent, holding hands with each other, the smile you shared, the affection which is still lingering on your skin is burning all over your body and inside of your heart.

"Yunho..."

NEXT

[I might be ending this series soon coz I have few other series going on and I have ideas for plots for them but Idk how to continue this one. this series might seemed a bit of rush though.]

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If you're comfortable with angst, can you write poly ineffable husbands with a human SO they've been with a very long time and is now succumbing to old age and dementia? (the time period is up to you!) I just think the idea of immortal/mortal lovers has so much room for angst and big raw emotions with stuff like that!

Death Comes for Us All

Aziraphale X Reader X Crowley

3rd person point of view

A/N- I do love writing angst! I can also tell this request is absolutely going to break me, but it's a very good idea so we are going to have a love-hate relationship now lol.

Reader Pronouns-They/Them

Word Count- 1.6 k

Summary- Crowley cannot accept the reader's fate, the reader does not even know their fate, and Aziraphale is the one thing keeping them steady.

Aziraphale and Crowley met Y/n on the same day it was however very unfortunate timing for Y/n. Timing has never been Y/n's strong suit in general but this day turned out to be particularly bad. Y/n had received intel about the location of multiple Nazis. Y/N had snuck in an hour prior to the trade deal time the informant had told them and hid behind a pew.

Y/n listened to the deal intently and took notes in shock that this whole deal was about books with prophecies you don't even know are true. It was a huge waste of money in their opinion but once the man in the pale coat handed over his books they pulled a gun on them. Y/n prepared to intervene when another British intelligent spy entered the scene which was even more confusing to them because they thought they were the only one assigned to the case it was strictly on a need-to-know basis.

She thanks the man for the introduction and the man says how she recruited him which can't possibly be true the agency just heard the intel three days ago!

He says the building is surrounded by British agents but we definitely do not have the force for that right most staying back and evacuating towns to prevent fewer bombing deaths.

He quotes an American saying, "Played for suckers." Y/n instantly facepalms. This gentleman has most certainly been conned. He starts shouting for people to start taking the group down and they'll start laughing and the man gasps in shock. Y/n rolls their eyes and starts to come out of their hiding spot to protect this sorry fool and hopefully get him out of here without any harm.

Y/n pauses with a look of utter confusion on their face as another man enters the scene hopping from foot to foot. The two men start to bicker like an old married couple.

"What a pity you both must die," one of the Nazi spies wickedly smirks.

Y/n scoffs at this why did these two civilians have to come to ruin my entire mission. Reluctantly Y/n stands up from behind the pew gun pointed, "You will not be killing any civilians today!"

Crowley smirks joyously and gushes, "They think we are regular civilians how quaint."

Y/n makes their way to the front of the church, "This ends now!" They turn back to the two men, "Get out of here I will hold them off."

The gullible man in the pale trenchcoat shakes his head, "Absolutely not!"

One of the Nazi men smile widely, "Agent L/n we had no idea we would get the pleasure of killing you as well tonight. I certainly would have made your death grander as a message to the other agents. Oh well too late now." He shrugs and points his gun at Y/n's face.

The strange babbling-jumping man seems excited to jump back into the conversation, "Speaking of a grand death!" He gestures his arms out widely, "In a few moments a bomb will be landing directly on this church but if you run very fast you may not die."

The man starts rambling about the unpleasantries of death and the opposing force looks at him with doubting glares. They argue about the bombs' location but Y/n just wants to get the civilians out and is getting progressively more annoyed.

Y/n points her gun at the ceiling and shoots a warning shot into the sky. Pieces of the ceiling and dust fall to the floor and all eyes are on them.

"Everyone out if you want to live! I will escort the peculiar civilians and you will leave us be or I'll shoot you before the bombs get to you first!"

The strange jumping man smiles, "Ooo they're feisty! I like them."

Y/n rolls their eyes and walks backwards keeping their eyes on the Nazis directing the odd pair out.

"My books," the man in the trench coat shouted.

"Quite an odd thing to be worried about when we are on the verge of being killed." Y/n sourly responds.

The jumping man seemed to look directly back at the other man, "Yes it would take a divine miracle to save us and the agent." The two seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes even though one was wearing sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night.

The agent assures them that they are protected and that they will get them out.

The jumping man looks up at the sky, "It's a little too late for that sweetheart."

With that last sentence a bomb falls upon to the church and Y/N tries to cover the civilians with their own body, knocking them to the ground just making the jumping man laugh. The church crumbles around them but Y/n finds themselves completely unharmed.

They jump to their feet in utter shock and stutter out, "H-how did you do that!"

"I think you are in shock darling. I am Aziraphale and this is Crowley. Are you all right?" The gullible one says expecting Y/n's face.

"I am fine! Especially for someone who should be dead! That bomb should have killed us all!" Y/n shouts pacing back and forth.

Aziraphale ignores the question, "I am quite glad that you are all right. It is such a shame about my books though."

Y/n starts laughing uncontrollably, "We just survived a bomb and you are worried about books!"

"I think you broke them, angel," he says sauntering over to a pile of rubble. He pulls the bag of books out of the hand of one of the dead men under the rubble, "A little demonic miracle of my own."

Aziraphale smiles brightly, "How nice!"

"Shut up!" Crowley groans. "No paperwork," he rationalizes and starts to walk away Aziraphale not far behind.

"Wait! You must tell me what just happened!" Y/n chases the two beings and never leaves their side after that night.

Sixty Years Later

Y/N, Crowley, and Aziraphale have been inseparable since they first met. They have had many dangerous adventures together and quiet nights reading and drinking hot cocoa. Crowley was befuddled at Y/N's stubbornness to protect them when they were the ones who were immortal. Aziraphale loved Y/n's stubbornness they were the only one who seemed to be able to beat Crowley in a game of wills. Y/n's stubbornness never seemed to fade with age, unfortunately.

Aziraphale pulled the curtains open, "Morning sunshine!"

Y/n tossed and turned but they did not wake up they kept mumbling. They seemed to be having a nightmare their forehead glistened with sweat. Aziraphale walked up to them and brushed Y/n's hair away from their face.

"I don't want to leave you," mumbled Y/n.

"It's alright, I'm here," Aziraphale whispered.

"I'm not ready," Y/n groaned.

"You don't have to get up darling, but I do think it is best you have something to eat or at least some tea." Aziraphale tries to bargain with Y/n.

Crowley enters and slowly takes his sunglasses off, "That's not what they mean angel." He puts his hand on Aziraphale's shoulder filled with sorrow.

"What are talking about Crowley? They will be fine once they wake, mornings are just the worst time for them." He rationalizes trying to avoid the obvious that Y/n is near death.

Crowley has been warning Aziraphale that he knew it was coming soon. As Y/n fell deeper and deeper into the memories of their long past together. Crowley longed to be stuck in those happy memories with Y/n and Aziraphale together. Sadly, he was stuck on the outside watching Y/n relieve everything the good and bad while Aziraphale lived in denial.

"Angel, please just look at me," He begged.

"I know what you're going to say Crowley and no it is not their time yet it never will be." He said venomously.

"I am upset as you are! You knew this was bound to happen we were destined to outlive all of humanity," Crowley says back trying to fight back the anger rising in him but failing miserably.

"Aren't we supposed to be not on Heaven's side or Hell's, but our side!" Aziraphale passionately states with his hand to his chest.

"Believe me, angel, if I could do something I would," Crowley looks back at him sorrowfully.

Crowley's heart aches at the look Aziraphale shoots him one full of disappointment and fear.

"I suppose you are right.. nothing ever lasts," Aziraphale responds almost emotionless like he had a mysterious switch in his head and it was flipped in an instant.

"Angel, don't say that," Crowley says back in disappointment but Aziraphale does not respond and leaves lightly shutting the door behind him.

Crowley sighs and sits on the bed next to Y/n. He gently cradles their face, "I will be with you Y/n no matter where you go and you will always be in my heart wherever ago. Rest assured darling we will meet again." He says these last words like a spell that he knows will come to fruition and seals it with a kiss on their forehead.

Even though Y/n has been unaware of most of what is going around them for almost a year now they seemed to smile at this statement and their eyes filled with tears that Crowley wiped away. Y/n knew they were safe and they shut their eyes for the last time.

[gamblersdoll]

Can you write "alphabet "abt Guts and Nerd? 🤡

i assume nsfw, so.

a- assignments and ass. any assignments or studying will result in just you sitting in his lap as he gives your ass a rub. it makes you nervous, he knows that. yet, he squeezes it and may also slip a thumb inside your puckered hole.

b- books and blowjobs. he knows youre a bookworm, and he knows you love erotica to a point of almost whoring yourself out. especially with giving him a blowjob, may also leave his cock in your mouth.

c- cockwarming, it drives him wild the way you can get away with having cock in your cunt, but yet you pretend to just be in his lap and study. he occasionally thrusts up, but he needs to move at times. youre a whore, so you can take it.

d- do carpets match drapes? in color, yes. but he keeps his pubes trimmed during the summer. its too fucking hot for that.

e- ejaculation. he prefers to cum on your face, he finds something so slutty yet beautiful about his cum just fogging your vision— quite literally.

f- face fucking, he absolutely adores it. he cant control himself when he does, he loves how fat it looks in your mouth and your glasses falling off from the sheer force of his fucking.

g- goofy, he is not.

h- handy, he doesnt primarily love it but only likes fingering you.

i- intimacy, he can be intimate, but likes bullying you more. something about you moaning to his degrading words turn him on.

j- jerking off, jerking him off. he loves it, especially on the phone or sending a pov video and him talking to you through the phone.

k- kinks, everything other than knife, gun, or scat.

l-location, anywhere, primarily his car.

m - motivation, you sitting in his lap or acting like your innocent, he knows otherwise.

n- nos, knives or guns or scat. hes not a fucking moron so those are absolutely not okay with him. he also has a trigger with the weapons.

o- oral, he is a giver, not much of a receiver. and hes god sent with his tongue. he also has pussy sucking lips.

p- pace, he can be slow and sensual or fast and demanding. depends on his mood.

q- quickie, only happens once in a blue moon.

r- risk, he takes them, and he knows you love the risk as well.

s- stamina, he can last for a hour max.

t- toys, he loves them!! he finds your vibe and dildo and does a double kill on you, he loves seeing you cry and whine.

u- unfair, he loves orgasm denial. like… alot.

v-vocalist, he is only really vocal when he is degrading or praising. ither than that, its groans and grunts.

w- wild card, he actually loves having you wait to squirt, its borderline piss kink but he knows you cant handle it but he love’s punishment for you.

x- x ray, hes packing a thick and fat seven and a half inch cock, and he knows how to work that mf.

y- yearning, he can be a needy brat when around you. if he doesnt have you now , hes throwing a mini tantrum.

z- zzz’s.. he doesnt fall asleep after sex, he has to do aftercare and make sure youre okay before he can even get sleep. otherwise you’ll lecture him.

[multifandomfix]

Zelda Spellman Fluff Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

Zelda smells of rosewood and patchouli.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Darling and dearest are often used when she wants something from you. She uses pet names on a regular basis, but usually when the two of you are alone.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Sometimes, when she’s in the mood for them, then hell yes she’s a cuddler, but when she’s not feeling it, best keep your distance.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

She wouldn’t mind settling down, though she does fear that will make her seem old.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She’s affectionate in subtle ways. A whispered praise, a quick peck on the cheek. She doesn’t like to make a whole public display of it.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

She’s an incredibly smooth flirt. Direct and seductive.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

She’s not a huge gift giver, though boy oh boy does she love being on the receiving end. She’ll occasionally buy you flowers and the occasional surprise gift.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She’s alright with hugs, and she does give good ones, but they’re not near the top of the list on her favorite types of affection.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’ll take a while to get that out of her. She might be thinking and feeling it, but it does take some time for her to admit it to herself, and even longer to say it to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She can get majorly jealous. She’ll snap at whoever brings out the jealousy in her and it can be amusing to watch. She gets all red in the face and kind of possessive.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Zelda’s kisses are generally very passionate when it’s just the two of you. When around others, she tends to let it be more casual and chaste.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

She’s good with children, though doesn’t often consider having her own, considering how Sabrina is such a handful. But she could be reminded of their better points and be convinced to give it a go with you to help out.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

She met you in the woods. She was preparing for a celebration with the church of night and you were out picking herbs and flowers. You caught her eye, smiled and she struck up a conversation.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

She can be, though she often assigns that sort of thing to Hilda, who is better at it. She’d want you to have the best care possible, rather than her care.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

Candles, an incredible meal and slow dancing to an old record. Classic romance, but perhaps with a bit of a darker twist.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

You propose the night before her birthday. She’s so busy worrying about what her family will have planned for her that she doesn’t see it coming. Though she does graciously and tearfully accept.

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

The way she pays so much time and attention on her appearance when she has such natural beauty already. Watching her put on her makeup or choose an outfit is an art form that you never get tired of seeing.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

Your bedtime routine often involves you helping her unwind, which she is eternally grateful for.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

She can be protective, casting spells to help ensure your safety or having Hilda keep an eye on you when she can’t.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

She can really go all out if she has a mind to. She’ll plan everything down to the last detail to impress you, not that she has any need to go to so much trouble.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

Wear pink. She is adamant that pink is not her color, and she’s right, but if for some reason you wanted to see her in it, she’d begrudgingly oblige.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

It’s definitely going to take Zelda a while to really open up to you. She can be fairly closed off until she gets to know someone.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

A suit. You’ve seen her don a million beautiful dresses and skirts, so if she really wants to blow you away she’d do it with a designer pantsuit.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Zelda isn’t a morning person. You don’t dare wake her until she’s good and ready to get up on her own.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

Zelda wants someone who won’t threaten her independence. She still wants to maintain her own life and interests outside of the relationship and if you can’t get on board with that, she’s out.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Zelda can be a deep sleeper, and she does on occasion softly snore. She’d deny it if accused, but it’s that kind of snoring that is more cute than bothersome.

For @zennyreadsbooks

Zelda Spellman (CAOS): @derry-n, @riveranddoctorsong123, @jona-lea, @allthemoresapphic, @akeldamasemele, @320viada, @theroyalgaymess, @lady-darkswan3

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Was Sayaka traumatized during her pursuit to become a top idol, or was it just fanon?

She never directly states anything beyond this, but if you know anything about the idol business it is an incredibly traumatizing grueling business that very much chews people up and spits them out. So I'd say it's less...fanon and more an intended inference? Like how if you suggest someone works as a doctor you can assume they've probably seen some nasty things. If someone's an idol, it's very likely they've essentially gone through a lot of shit to get there.

It's not as intense as say being a k-pop idol, but j-pop is still REALLY competitive and cutthroat. Like, here's some quotes from the wikipedia page that i am going to put under a cut because it's gross shit and also long.

However the TLDR is that Sayaka doesn't NEED to explicitly say she was traumatized or abused by the industry, the industry is in itself enough of a traumatizing and abusive of piece of work that you just Know. There's a REASON Sayaka thought if she didn't literally kill to get out as fast as possible she may never perform again. It's very likely even she's never even had a sick day before this, let alone a vacation.

"Idols often spend time isolated from family and friends while enduring busy work schedules,[22] with some agencies withholding job assignments from their talents and notifying them of work on short notice to prevent them from taking time off."

"The idol system has been criticized for its strict rules, intense work schedules, and offering idols little control over their personal lives.[32][13][25] The system has been likened to salarymen in Japan who are unable to disobey their employers"

"Labor rights activist Shohei Sakagura stated that idols get very little revenue and are ill-prepared for the work force after leaving their groups, as many of them spend their academic years learning poor job skills"

"Sasetsu Takeda of GQ Japan wrote that talent agencies dismiss idols regardless of their popularity, sometimes intentionally blocking job offers in order to pressure them to leave, all while declaring that they are "resting from illness" to the public"

"Independently managed idol groups offer even less protection, with idols given ambiguously worded contracts that keep them in their companies for years, while offering almost no pay and compensation for transportation and costuming fees."

"Sasetsu Takeda of GQ Japan criticized some idol managements for intentionally preventing their talents from taking time off, mentioning it "strange" that idols are only notified of their assignments the night before.[23] He also condemned the idol industry for not providing talents access to better mental health resources, as idols are often suspended or dismissed for publicly showing they are stressed out of concern that they may cause fans to feel worried or upset"

"Allegedly, Omoto was working 10 hours a day at the expense of her studies and when she had asked to leave the group, a staff member threatened her with violence while Takahiro Sasaki, the head of her managing company, told her she would have to pay a penalty fee of ¥1 million"

"A talent agency filed a lawsuit against a 17-year-old former idol singer for accepting an invitation to a hotel room from two male fans, which had caused her group to disband within the first 3 months of their debut.[149] In September 2015, Judge Akitomo Kojima, along with the Tokyo District Court, ruled in favor of the talent agency and fined the woman to pay ¥650,000, stating that the dating ban was necessary for idols to "win the support of male fans."

"In 2017, through a survey conducted by the Japanese government, 53 out of 197 women contracted with talent agencies stated that they had been asked to take part in pornographic photo or video shoots of which were not previously disclosed nor included in their contracts. 17 of the women stated that they had performed the request anyway."

[ink-stainedkiss]

Hi there! Hope you're doing well!🖤🫶🏻

I was wondering if you could write a Shun Kaido x Reader oneshot? Maybe a study date? Or him gushing about a new thing he's into? (Like the episode where he got into that card game.)?

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 - ꜱʜᴜɴ ᴋᴀɪᴅᴏᴜ

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Shun Kaido asks to come over after your teacher assigned a project. Between the two of you, Shun is the one to ramble on about a topic, so you have to find a way to finish your work and make your boyfriend happy.

Thank you for this request, I always look forward to your guys ideas. Hopefully you enjoyed this one because I definitely did! Kaidou is such a cutie and I was so happy to play off this idea.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.4 k

You liked to believe you were a focused person. Like anyone, things tend to distract you, but if you put your mind to it, nothing could stop you. That is unless it’s an unstoppable force, like your boyfriend, perchance. Your science teacher was assigning a very large project that would go towards almost half of your grade. So you had no choice but to put your attention on it. When the last bell rang, you stood from your chair, put on your bag in an instant and you were out of the room in one minute flat.

As you got home, you grabbed a small snack and fled upstairs to your room. Notebook? Check. Pencils and pens? Double check. Highlighters? Check. Computer open and ready to research the hell out of this project? Check. You started strong, filling two pages of notes worth. You printed out small diagrams and pictures that would help you remember and you were on a roll. Until you felt the table buzz shortly. Your pencil stopped and you looked over at the source. It was your phone. You were about to wave it off as an app sending you an unneeded notification, but then it buzzed again.

You set down your working tool and flipped your device over. When you caught sight of the name, a smile melted on your face. Kai❤️ Sent You A Message.

He was most likely looking for your notes, so what harm could he do? As the little bubble popped up, you waited patiently, looking over at your open notebook, and then you felt your phone hum. You scanned over the message and your eyes widened. You loved Shun with every fiber in you, but there was a bit of conflict in his question.

Wow. How can you say no to that? You sighed, giving him the approval to come over and he was quick to respond. You set down your phone chuckling as you got back to work. You hoped he would keep his promise. But you knew that it would be a stretch. Keeping Shun quiet was rarely possible. Well, there is one way. That thought made you smile, but it left just as fast as it came. The idea of getting a bad grade on this assignment made you go stone cold and you picked up your pencil, going right back to work.

𓆩⚝𓆪

There was a repetitive knock at your door, but the sound didn’t fall on your ears. Since you had your headphones in you were determined that nothing was going to stop you. Not even Shun knocking at your door. The boy put his ear up to the wood, waiting for your response. Your mother just said you were in your room. Maybe she’s asleep. A mischievous idea popped into his head. He quietly turned your doorknob, snickering to himself, but as your lit room came into sight, he found you upright at your desk. Perfect. He thought. She’s so unsuspecting. Just as he was about to go through with his scare tactic, he stopped at the sight of your concentrated face.

Shun was a simple man, so just seeing the way your lamp hit your face was enough for him to be whipped into shape. His heart fluttered and he found it so adorable that you were working hard on an assignment he wasn’t going to do until the last second. He stalked over, hoping not to startle you in your peaceful stage. Which was a coincidence, since just a few moments ago, he was planning just that. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours,” You’re really focusing here, huh Babe?”

You slid your headphones down,” Yeah, but I saw you come in. You aren’t very sneaky when you’re just staring at me from my doorway.” Shun blushed at this, realizing he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought,” That’s what I was planning on.” A lie, but you let it slide. You felt Shun kiss the top of your head and move somewhere in your room,” So what are you even doing for the project?”

“Well, the teacher said we could do anything, just as long as it follows the rubric,” You explained,” So I’m doing mine about the trigger response.” Shun had grabbed an extra rolling chair and rolled right next to you,” Like…” he held up his hand, showing a finger gun. You give him a blank stare,” No, Shun. Like flight or fight.”

The boy let out a long ‘oh’, finally understanding,” I get it. Kinda like how I’m always ready to protect everyone from Dark Reunion.” You giggled under your breath, no stranger to his Jet Black Wings act. You found it endearing that he wanted to save the people around him, even if it was a facade,” Yeah, just like that Sweetheart.”

You turned back to your work, highlighting a section in your notes, but Kaidou had other plans,” Speaking of Dark Reunion. On my way here, I felt a disturbance in the wind.” You nodded softly, knowing that even with a small confirmation, he would continue with his story,” But I knew it wasn’t Dark Reunion because I’ve placed an artifact of mine on your lawn.”

You smiled at his statement,” You mean that little garden gnome?” He scoffed at you in a fake offense,” Yes, but he’s not little, I placed a protection charm on it.” You hummed acknowledgingly,” Is that why your hand bandages are glued to its hat?”

He leaned back cooly,” Yep, pretty amazing, right?” You glanced over, smirking at his chillaxed demeanor,” Mhm.” Scanning your computer, you flipped a page, as well as listening to your boyfriend,” Anyways, so I’m walking up to your house, and all of a sudden a huge beast jumps from the bushes.”

You gave a small sound as a response,” I got into my defense pose, ready to attack, because no way am I letting a worker for Dark Reunion harm you.” You wrote down more facts, trying to multitask, but it seemed that Shun was going to continue even if you didn’t give him an audible answer,” I pick up a rock and throw it, kinda like a ninja star, but it narrowly dodged, leaving me without another weapon.”

As he rambled, your jaw started to tighten. It wasn’t anger, more like slight frustration,” I decided to use my quick thinking skills and grab a stick, inching closer,” The grip on your pencil began to tighten. You were struggling to focus, but you didn’t want to tell Shun to stop talking, since he was clearly passionate about the subject,” Then it lunged! I scrambled backward and I wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors were watching outside the window.”

You closed your eyes, needing some sort of solution that would let him down easy,” The creature swept me from my feet and I thought I was going to be defeated,” He continued, getting more excited,” Little did it know, that I had a secret weapon, so I-“ To Shun’s surprise, you had grabbed the sides of his face, and before he could finish his epic tale, you pulled him into a kiss.

The boy was quick to silence himself and lean into you. You pulled back, catching your breath,” You know I love you,” Shun nodded lightheaded, acting like a boy who just held his first girlfriend’s hand,” Yeah.” He hummed. You placed another kiss on his lips, giggling quietly as a blush covered his face,” But I thought you promised that you wouldn’t distract me.”

His eyes widened, now realizing his mistake,” Oh I’m sorry-“ You shook your head,” You’re alright, don’t apologize. I was just getting overwhelmed.” The smallest pout appeared on his face, but you instantly erased it with multiple pecks across his features. You finished with one long kiss on his forehead,” Do you wanna cuddle with me on the bed?”

He nodded happily, watching you with doting eyes as you collected your things. You got comfortable on your bed, gesturing for the boy to follow you. He rushed up, tackling you into the comforter. His head rested against your chest, sighing in comfort,” I love you.” He mumbled. You massaged his sky-blue hair, your heart swelling,” I love you too Shun.”

You were both finally comfortable. You rested your computer on his back, but he was already knocked out and didn’t have a complaint. Now you could work in peace with the one you cherished the most.

[ramzawrites]

Christmas Kiss - Donatello x Reader

FEM

Pairings: Donatello x Reader

Characters included: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, April, Shelldon

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request!

Summary: Y/N is helping Donnie with the lights for christmas since the family was so nice to invite them over for the holidays. Unbenkownst to the two the rest of the family is using this to finally set the two up via mistletoe.

Request: Hello Ram! 💕

Can I request a long Christmas fluff oneshot with prompts: “Look up, there’s mistletoe!” from Mikey, “Um, D-donnie? You k-know what that means, r-right?” and [An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.] about Rottmnt Donnie getting caught under the mistletoe with shy!fem!human!reader together at his home? Hint#1: This mistletoe idea was Mikey, Leo, Raph, Splinter, April and Shelldon's matchmaking plan! 😂 Hint#2: Shelldon who holds a mistletoe because he is so very mischievous matchmaker robot, haha. 😂 I live for flustered Rottmnt Donnie! 💘 Please??

~🍓 (she)

Word count: 2780

Authors Note: I'm sorry this is so late but I've been busier than I thought I would be around this time but I still wanted to finish this request and post it. I know it's like a full month after the holiday season but I hope you will still enjoy this.

Y/N did not have anything planned for this holiday season and she was loving it. Her parents were living a few states over and decided to finally travel around for the holiday season since for their last wedding anniversary the family got together to gift them a vacation. The rest of the family was either too far away or decided to do their own thing as well and seeing how all her roommates were off to visit their own families for their respective holidays, Y/N had the small apartment for herself.

She didn’t need to decorate, she didn’t need to plan out a dinner with her family. No, she was just planning on sitting in her room with some microwavable food and watching one of her favorite shows on her laptop. The most stressful part would just be the phone calls on Christmas day but those would go over fast.

Now when her friends, aka the four turtle mutants and April, heard about this they were absolutely aghast. Some more than others. Apparently, they couldn’t allow Y/N being alone on Christmas Eve and promptly invited her over for the day. They even roped her into coming over every now and again to help with decorating, baking cookies and the like.

And while Y/N tended to get stressed out when it comes to social interaction, she actually enjoyed the time with them.

Everyone seemed to have their own job. Mikey took care of the food for the holidays, Raph and April were the ones looking for a Christmas tree, Splinter went into the Hidden City to deal with any kind of shopping, Leo took care of most of the decoration while Donnie helped him when it came to the lights and even the music. Though the others kept looking over his music choices just to be sure.

Since out of all the people Y/N got along with Donnie the best, he immediately assigned her to lights duty alongside him. He also might have used this as an excuse to start teaching Y/N about simple electronics and the like. Y/N once said that she would love to be able to actually talk with him about his inventions but just didn’t have the knowledge. Now he sometimes took the chance to begin teaching her things.

And Y/N has really been trying her best to follow along which Donnie noticed and appreciated hence why she was allowed to go into his lab with his permission when he wasn’t in the lair. Usually this would only happen when the group needed some technical back up during missions.

This usually ended up with Y/N hurriedly working on Donnie’s computer while Donnie’s AI Shelldon told her what to do. This was also the reason why Y/N and Shelldon were pretty much besties at this point. So much so that Shelldon would sometimes ignore Donnie’s orders to do some fun things with Y/N when she was around. During his rebellious phase he even snuck over to Y/N’s apartment to complain to her about Donnie.

The phrase “Y/N would let me do this.” Was sometimes heard thrown through Donnie’s lab ever since then.

This coupled with the simple fact that the shy Y/N but was the most comfortable with Donnie and since he himself acted more like a father towards Shelldon, the others would joke that the two were divorced and Shelldon was their child. The bot loves playing into it so much so that he was moaning about not having two Christmases when the others invited Y/N over for the holidays.

Y/N laughed as she wrapped the last bit of the lights around the tree that Raph brought in together with April, Shelldon hovered around her head, obscuring her vision “Shell, please, I can’t see where I’m putting the lights down like that. Besides if you get so close some of the pine leaves or the cable might get tangled up in your rotor blades.”

He did indeed fly to the side but not before bumping his little head against Y/N’s cheek “Don’t worry, dude. I, like, totally know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, that is straight up a lie, Shelldon.” Donnie hissed. He was sitting on a beanbag and was currently hastily repairing a cable with electrical tape that Shelldon accidentally ripped by tangling it up in his blades.

“That is in the past, bruh. I know better now.” The bot only replied as he slowly flew over to Y/N’s now free arms. She immediately caught him knowing this behavior of him pretty well by now. Frankly he loved being a bit more rebellious when Y/N was around and hanging around her since he knew that Donnie wouldn’t be outright mad at her.

And Y/N very much knew she was being used as a human shield but didn’t mind it too much. She loved the little guy after all. She might be shy and isn’t one to immediately shoot back a sarcastic comment, but she is content with teasing Donnie a bit by helping Shelldon.

Donnie just sighed “You are lucky that you only destroyed the outer layer and not actually the wire inside and be glad that your rotor blades didn’t get destroyed as well, then again, I would have been more disappointed in myself if a simple flimsy cable would destroy them.”

While Donnie spoke Shelldon leaned more against Y/N, she wasn’t sure if he just did it for show or if he actually enjoyed the contact. She knew he is a sentient AI but how far all of this went she had no idea.

When the robot didn’t respond Donnie turned around to see him snuggled up in Y/N arms. She would have expected a snarky comment from him but instead he looked almost amused. Maybe the holiday season was getting even to very matter-of-factly mutant.

Y/N couldn’t help but blush as he just kept staring at her and Shelldon with a raised drawn-on eyebrow and a soft smile.

He seemed to catch on himself that he was staring, he cleared his throat and walked towards the nearest wall to hang the recently repaired cable with the lights up.

“Okay, lazy bones, these are the last of the lights.”

Y/N might be shy, but she was at this point good friends with Donnie which meant she couldn’t let the insult stand like this “Lazy bones? Shell and I put on all the lights on the tree. We were the ones working while you were sitting comfortably on the beanbag.”

He let out an annoyed, yet clearly sarcastic, huff “Scoff! Backtalk from you? Shelldon is a bad influence on you, Y/N.”

Of course, Shelldon had to immediately roll his eyes “Sure. Anyway, if all the lights are up, do you want me to get the others to take a look?”

Donnie nodded as he took another look at the cables, checking if everything was connected correctly “Yes, that would be very much appreciated. I’m sure they want to see how this all turned on as well.”

Y/N let go of the little drone so he could fly off and call the others to the living room where the three have been working. It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to come sauntering into the room and take a look around to see the, turned off, lights all around them.

Mikey was carrying a plate with some decorated cookies, he walked around and happily pressed one into everyone’s hands. Y/N had to giggle when she saw that the cookie that she was holding was decorated with her own face. The cookie had blushing cheeks to properly show off how she tended to be around everyone. Looking over at Donnie’s cookie she could see his had pulled down thick eyebrows while still sporting a big smile. It made him look like some kind of evil scientist and honestly that tracked.

“May someone turn off the lights!” Donnie pointed into the air theatrically before biting into his cookie. Y/N just shily begun nibbling on her cookie. It was a good cookie! It was! She just felt a bit on edge seeing how everyone filed in to see what Donnie, Shelldon and, of course, she herself worked on.

Speaking of Shelldon, he was nowhere to be seen. Weird, Y/N was sure he would have loved to see the lights. Then again he has been up for a while maybe he took the time since the job was done to recharge?

“Turning the lights off!” Raphael exclaimed happily and did just that. Y/N instinctively stepped a bit closer to Donnie even though she knew there would be light in a few seconds anyway.

There was a soft click as suddenly the room was bathed in a soft festive light. Multicolored lights shone bright and illuminated the room. There were a few oohs and aahs as the family spun around to take a look how all the lights wrapped around the room and filled the room with its lights.

The tree, albeit without any decoration besides the lights yet, looked especially nice. It was then that Y/N realized that she was beginning to get into the whole festive mood as well. Her eyes wide open as she took everything in. She was excited. Excited to hang out with her second family.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Good job you guys!” April complimented their work.

Mikey was practically bouncing “Oh! I’m so excited! This looks already great if we add more decoration this will look fantastic!”

“And I already have plenty of ideas!” Leo added proudly.

“Yeah, you three did an awesome job.” Raph smiled as he took another moment to stare at the tree he worked so hard with April to bring into the sewers.

Donnie softly laid his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, which spooked her for a second, and addressed his family “Of course we did! After all Y/N and I here have fantastic eyes for aesthetics!”

Leo couldn’t help himself as he let out a snort “Y/N, maybe. You? Eh.”

This earned him a hard stare from Donnie and surprisingly Leo backed down, maybe he felt more charitable due to the season “Alright, alright. You do know what you are doing… sometimes. Good job, Don. You too, Y/N, of course.”

Y/N could only nod to that, happy that the family didn’t hate the work she put into all of this. Almost if Donnie could read her mind or sense her worries he squeezed her shoulder once more before letting go. Almost as if to say “See? All good.” But maybe she was reading too much into this simple interaction.

Suddenly Mikey began to giggle for no apparent reason but when Leo, Raph and April also sported mischievous grins suddenly Y/N thought that she must be missing something vital. Or they were laughing because of her, for some reason. Did she have something on her face?

Donnie turned around but saw nothing, looking confused at his family “Okay, why are you all looking like that?”

Mikey pointed up towards the ceiling “Someone already started with the decorations. Look, a mistletoe.”

Both Donnie and Y/N followed Mikey’s finger and looked up. What they saw was Shelldon who had a mistletoe strapped to his body.

Donnie let out a surprised squawk and jumped to the left, pulling Y/N along but Shelldon just followed along.

It was quiet but Y/N could hear how Leo sputtered out a silent “Wow, rude.” Towards his twin’s action.

No one dared to say anything. Y/N just kept staring at her hands as she kneaded them nervously. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she did not want to look at Donnie. Or rather she wished Donnie wouldn’t see her while her face was probably a good few shade darker.

A mistletoe. A tradition she hadn’t even thought about. Was this planned? Surely someone must have put it on Shelldon to begin with but why would anyone do that? Oh god they were all just looking at them. Can she run away? It’s not like the thought of kissing Donnie is gross or anything, in fact maybe her mind had wandered to this here and there, but this was a lot right now.

Did they somehow find out she had a crush on the purple genius? Was she too obvious? Hey wouldn’t it be funny if right now Hypnoptamus decided to pull something stupid and activate the brothers villain alarm thing? Honestly, if that would happen right now Y/N would personally thank him.

Finally, Y/N dared to look towards her best friend. He stood stock still. His eyes also downcast towards his hands. He was blushing? Y/N could tell he tried his best to scowl but hanging around him for so long she could tell it was more to save his bad boy persona than anything.

The way he mirrored the pose Y/N was just in she had to think that he must be going through something similar in his mind, like she just had. But that would mean that he might actually-

He suddenly turned to look at her. The way he looked so unsure. So self-conscious. It didn’t fit him.

It’s rare she saw him like this. Usually only when the two hung out late into the night and the two began talking about their personal issues.

“So, uh, a mistle-mistletoe. It’s a, uh, you kn-know what th-that means?” In that moment Y/N could have kicked herself. Of course, he would know! She wanted to lighten up the mood but then said this for some reason. Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

When Donnie didn’t react. Not even a flinch, a bat of his eyes, Y/N wanted to apologize. Maybe just give his cheek a peck and the family would have to be satisfied with this. The peck alone would be agonizing for Y/N but if it would mean the two could get out of this awkward standstill, she was ready to sacrifice herself like that. Donnie really looked like he was about to pass out.

Just as she made her mind up to do just that, to apologize Donnie finally moved. In a blink of an eye, he surged forward and pressed his lips against hers.

It felt like Y/N’s heart exploded in her chest. Donnie held onto Y/N’s arms tentatively more to probably ground himself rather than to hold her in place. She was sure that if she wanted, she could get out of his hold easily. But she didn’t.

The kiss probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt ten times more than that. She could feel the tremble in Donnie’s hands on her arms, his eyes pressed close and eyebrows pulled together while Y/N couldn’t help but stare.

When he let go and moved a step back, he turned to his dumbstruck family, apparently they didn’t think this would happen even if they might have set this up, and in a very shaky voice he turned to Shelldon “I will have a word with you later, mister.”

Y/N couldn’t help but move her fingers up to ghost over her own lips where Donnie just was moments before. Did that just happen? This wasn’t some weird dream, right? It happened all so fast.

Donnie returned his attention to his family “Happy now? Shoo you all. You have things to do, no?”

Thank Mikey for having the emotional intelligence of the family, he was the one who indeed shooed everyone away even while April and Leo had their mouths wide open and tried to fight against him. Raph simply picked the two up though and they left the room. Shelldon left as well, probably thought that if he stayed Donnie would start reprimanding him then and there.

Donnie turned to Y/N who was still standing around as if she was in a daze “Are you- Um, I just, my brothers were and uh, I just wanted them to- I’m sorry.”

But Y/N shook her head “It’s…” she tried to look for a more eloquent word that might calm him down but couldn’t land on anything better besides “fine.”

Donnie looked incredulously at her “It… is?” He was still blushing and in that moment the word cute popped inside Y/N’s head.

She nodded “I’m happy.” She said while letting out a deep breath of air. As if trying to release any tension she had in her body. She couldn’t help to chuckle out of pure euphoria, her crush just kissed her “I’m happy.” She exclaimed more confidently.

Donnie was just as nervous, but the tension seemed to slowly leave his body as well and he released a hearty chuckle “I am too.”

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trick or treat! 🎃

Happy Halloween! For you, the opening scenes from an academy-era K/S AU prompted about 10 years ago. I ran across it on my Drive earlier today! It's not finished but works as a short piece.

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Everyone had warned Jim that the Vulcan professor was scary as hell, easily the strictest professor on campus. (And considering Jim Kirk had survived Number One's lecture on inter-species ethics as a first-year student, that was saying something. Jim was pretty sure she'd stun a student without so much as blinking.) But no one had bothered to tell him that in addition to being unforgiving and apparently incapable of smiling, Professor Spock was hot. 

Summertime in Iowa hot.

Sun-scorched crops in ninety-degree heat during a drought that made the leaves turn brown and curl hot. 

Jim cursed Gary Mitchell's existence and slouched low in his chair. He'd unknowingly selected one in the front row and sat with his knees dropped apart. Professor Spock was already in the room, so it would look weird if Jim suddenly got up and moved seats. Taking out his PADD and a stylus, he decided he could handle a forty-five minute lecture. After all, he was twenty-two, not thirteen. He was capable of controlling himself, even though his cadet's pants were a little tighter than he liked in a situation like this. He was definitely not replacing Gary's liquor the next time he borrowed some of it. 

Still, he decided the front row gave him an unparalleled view of Spock's ass, so that's what he focused on, along with his voice, which was somehow sultry in its monotone. 

"Read chapters one through thirteen by Wednesday," Spock said at the conclusion of lecture.

"That's two days from now," Jim reminded him.

"What is your name?" Spock asked. 

"Kirk," Jim supplied.

"I am aware of the timeframe, Cadet Kirk."

"Don't you think it's a little excessive?"

Spock raised his left eyebrow but otherwise regarded Jim levelly. "The average chapter in your text is 2,500 words in length," he said. "Thirteen chapters is approximately 32,500 words. The average human reads at a rate of 220 words per minute for proper comprehension, requiring one hundred forty-eight minutes to complete this assignment. That is two point four six hours. Do you have that amount of time between now and my next lecture, Cadet?"

Spock's eyes were dark, almost black, and bored into Jim's unblinking. Jim felt his face redden, but he didn't dare lower his gaze. 

"Just seemed like a lot for the first week of class," he said coolly.

"If you are unable to meet the requirements of this class," Spock informed him, "you may file a withdrawal request."

"I'm not withdrawing from anything," Jim shot back.

"You have your assignment," Spock said and exited the classroom. Uhura, who had been sitting a few rows behind Jim, tapped him on the shoulder as he was tucking his padd into his shoulder bag.

"Do you intentionally try to piss everyone off, or is it just a gift?" she asked. 

When she tilted her head, her ponytail swung. He wondered if it would hit him in the face during sex. His eyes flickered to her lips, and he found himself licking his. 

"Ugh," she said, frowning. "You have a one-track mind."

"Want to grab lunch?" he offered.

"Unfortunately," she said flatly. "I didn't get breakfast this morning. You're buying."

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"He's not mean," Uhura was saying through a mouthful of sprouts. Jim watched her push one into her mouth with her pinkie as he sunk his teeth into a meatball sub. Sauce dripped onto his jacket; he wiped it away with a napkin. It left a greasy stain. 

"I didn't say he's mean," Jim countered. "I said I think he's an asshole."

"He's Vulcan," Uhura corrected him. "Their manner is direct, so they can come across as brusque, but it's just the way they speak. And in his defense, you did challenge him in front of his class."

"Thirteen chapters?"

"You're a fast reader," she said. "You'll be done in an hour and a half. Besides, I've seen you stay up all night reading."

"Yeah," Jim said. "For fun. This is an introduction to Vulcan culture. Not exactly a page turner."

"Well, I think it's fascinating, personally."

"You would." He crossed his eyes and took another bite. She sighed loudly. 

"You know, if you're not interested in learning about other cultures, Starfleet's not the career path I would advise."

"Don't let Captain Pike hear you saying that," he said.