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luimagines · 2 years ago

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Hehe I have a story for you and its not about the links but its about zelda! (Wilds zelda lol) but zelda is around 4-10 in this story oh yeah and also reader is in it :)) hope you like this lol!

"Why can't I do this mother??!!" Zelda said while crying in her mothers arms.

"You can. my little bird, it takes time to awaken a powerful power like this so all you have to do is find the light of your life to guide you right to your destiny, so do not worry little bird" Zeldas mother smiled at the small figure.

"Really?" Zelda sniffled.

"Yes really." Zelda's mother smiled even more.

Its been a year since that had happen. Zelda was now 5 and nothing has awakened all she heard was fights from her father, King Rhoam and Her mother.

"Zelda shouldn't be making friends! its not like that will be able to help her how could some person ever awaken her power Zelda will not make any friends and that is FINALE!" Rhoam screamed.

"I'm sorry? are you questioning MY knowledge about the sealing power?! Just because you married me and now your in the royalty doesn't mean you own the place! you've only been here for a few years I was BORN in it so do not question my knowledge. ZELDA WILL MAKE FRIENDS AND THAT IS FINALE!! Not only I am doing this so she can awaken her power. I'm also doing it so she could have A GOOD childhood, Fool!" Zelda's mother screamed back.

Everything went quiet.

"..I..Fine...do what you want...just.."

"Yes I WILL do what I want and help Zelda, now sleep Rhoam."

The next day Zelda and her mother were traveling to the Gerudo desert but stopped at the stable for a quick break.

"NO WAY! its the Queen and the princess it is an honor to meet you two!" The owner of the stable bowed to them.

"Can I get you two ladies anything?" He smiled.

"No thank you were just stopping by for a bit" the queen smiled.

"Isn't that right? my little bird?"

"Yes mother." Zelda stared blankly at the man.

"Now.. lets us sit outside my little bird" Zeldas mother smiles

"Okay mother" Zelda said

Its been 10 minutes, no kid around zeldas age bothered to even talk to her. it made her sad until one kid came up to her.

"Hello!"

"Um...uh"

"My name is (Name)!! yours??"

"Uhm...erm..I uh..names zel...zelll..."

"Oooo Zel Zel! I love it! cute name!!" You smiled brightly at the girl

"Um.. no its Zelda..." Zelda exclaimed awkwardly

"mmmm Zel Zel is cuter! You seem stif..stiff? are you okay?"

"Oh! I'm quite alright are you?" Zelda smiled

"Yeah I have trou..Trouble! speaking some..times!" you smiled harder

"Hehe well (Name) you could've talked to the other kids...why..me?" Zelda did a sad smile

"Cause! you...seeee ..seemmm cool!" you said happily

"really?"

"yeah really!"

and from that day on you two were almost impossible to seperate sadly The Queen died when Zelda was only 6 but luckily Reader comforted her and almost a blessing happened a few days after the death.

"(NAME) (NAME)!!" Zelda ran to reader and hugged them as tight as she could.

"Hey! what happened...ar... areeee you ok?" Reader said in confusion

"well yes and no.. first off mothers death but yes cause of mothers words! I remember when she said the light of my life can guide me to my destiny! right? right?? and now I think about it you're the light of my life (name)!" Zelda almost sound like she was gonna cry

"What? me??" why???" Reader said even more confused

"cause... look.." Zeldas hand with that weird triangle on it lit up and a bright floating ball appeared in on her hand it was so blinding but so cool.

Your eyes lit up in surprise "You awakened your power!" you gasped so loud.

"yes! I did I should tell my father about the accomplishment (Name)!" Zelda was excited but that didn't last long when Zelda came back week later to visit reader one last time.

you were grabbing flowers in some random field until you saw a horse pull up surprisingly it was the king...and zelda.

"Zelda?! I thought you were-" you ran up to zelda to hug her but stopped by her pushing you back.

"I'm sorry..I can't stay friends with you (name).." Zelda said sadly

"what! why?"

"...cause my father thinks now that I have my power he says I don't "need" you but ever since he told me that my powers just cant seem to work but anyway..this is my goodbye..to you (name).." Zelda cried and hugged you

"Awe, zelda its ok everything will be ok..we'll meet again someday and you'll kick that evils butt and fulfill your duty.." you cried and hugged back.

"I'll miss you zel zel."

"Don't call me that."

This story was so lazy but I'm too tired to redo it I might send it again XD! Just hope you like this lol

Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Poor Zelda. She needs friends too.

For a lazy attempt, it wasn't half bad.

I think you had decent plot. Naturally we don't have much of Zelda's mother's personality (meaning none) but if there changes to make, I would focus on word choice.

Zelda was always very eloquent and I think as royals they would have had some extensive vocabulary. Even if it was just thrown together, just using a few other words outside of daily speech can change the tone of anyone speaking.

The only other thing would be capitalization at the start of the sentences but it's minor. So eh. Not a big deal.

Thank you for sending it in <3

I wonder how different would have ended up if this was some variant of canon. I think she would have been a bit more patient and a little more forgiving to herself.

And maybe she would have been friends with Link sooner.

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littlepadika · 3 years ago

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hi angel 🥰 i’m just in the middle of rereading calling home !!!! i was just wondering, could you ever do a one shot of like sweet pea calming frankie during the middle of the night if he has like an anxiety attack or nightmare? i love the dynamic between those 2 and would love to see how sweet pea calms frankie 🥺

Hi bb sorry this took me a hot minute to get to. First off... i'm thrilled you are re reading my series! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: PTSD, anxiety, comfort, fluff

AN: This is early in their relationship. Probably right after chapter 5. Therapy also referred to in this drabble

source: @uuuhshiny

You blinked up at the ceiling, sleep momentarily thinning. You heard low muttering beside you.

"Frankie?" You turned reaching over to his side of the bed. He was shaking and sweaty under your hand. "Frankie!" You sat up, this time going to the other side of the bed to flick on the bedside lamp. The dim yellow light revealed Frankie twitching and muttering incoherently. Sweat clung to his forehead. His mouth was pursed in between a frown and snarl. His jaw was clenched tight. His whole body was stiff as a board. He was deep in a nightmare. You heard him say something like "no no".

You had been over this scenario with Frankie. He advised you not to touch him when he was having nightmares in case he acted on instinct and accidentally hurt you. But now that it was real, you couldn't just watch him endure a nightmare like this.

"Hey... hey..." You stoked his arm with your fingers lightly. He jerked away from your touch with a grunt. When he turned his head you saw that there were tears in the corner of his eyes. "Oh, Frankie... Wake up please. Come on, baby. Please wake up." You just continued to slowly stroke his arm, his chest, eventually making your way up to his face. He seemed to be calming down.

Then he abruptly sat up, scooting away from you reflexively.

"Wha-What's..." He looked around the room and then trailed off when he saw you watching him, concern evident on your face. He wiped his wet eyes.

"Nightmare." You explained though you were sure he already knew.

"Did I hurt you?" He immediately asked, looking away in shame. His humiliation mixed toxically with his adrenaline and fear from the dream.

"No. You didn't hurt me." You answered quickly, pushing yourself up, but you resisted hugging him for fear he was still overstimulated. You offered your water bottle to him. "Do-do you want to talk about it?"

Frankie shook his head, looking down at his sweaty self. "It's the usual dream. The helicopter crash." He shuddered, trying to pull himself into the present and away from his distorted memory. He took a couple sips of water and then handed the bottle back to you. Mentally he did the exercises he had practiced. Name one thing you see: Sweet pea. Name one thing you hear: A passing car. Name one thing you feel: Soft sheets. Where are you? Home. Home. Home.

You waited patiently through all of this, giving Frankie space to speak when he was ready. He took a few deep ragged breaths, his fists clenched on the bed below you. Too scared to touch you yet. He worried that he may have scared you off. That now you would have seen that all of his demons were real.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, sweet pea." His gruff voice was dripping with guilt. You frowned, not in frustration at him but at the stigma that led him to feel so terrible about dreams he could not control.

"Frankie...you didn't bother me." You couldn't resist laying a hand over his bare stomach feeling him relax at your touch. "I'm glad I woke up. I want to comfort you."

He sniffed, new tears in his eyes. He was still looking away from you. You understood. It was such a vulnerable state for anyone, let alone someone who had endured as much rejection as Frankie had.

"Can I hold you? Is that okay?" You feel your own voice shake with emotion. Your power and your love was limited with him not in your arms. As much as you knew your voice could move mountains, you needed to console him with more than words.

"Yes. please." Frankie exhaled finally looking at you, his brown eyes misty and wanting. You wasted no time climbing over his legs and pulling his face into your neck. His arms linked around your back, holding you close.

His skin, that earlier vibrated like it was trying to break apart, settled under your touch. Solidifying enough so he could finally sense each part of his body. Hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, and so on. He mentally listed each one as it related to you. Your hands on his head. Your chest on his chest. Your breath on his neck.

"I have you." You promised, knowing the words would help ground him. "I have you. I'm not going anywhere. Just be here with me."

"I'm so tired of this." He whispered into your warm embrace. "I just want to be better."

"I know." You sat back cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over that patch of grey in his beard.

"I was doing so well." He continued to beat himself up. He had been so pleased to have gone nearly a month without any nightmares or PTSD. He tried to think of something that could have triggered him but yesterday was a normal Thursday. He didn't drink. He didn't have a stressful customer at work. He had sex. He showered. Sometimes there was no trigger and that was the most unsettling type of episode.

Frankie ducked his head, resting his forehead in between your breasts. He wished he could crawl inside you and away from his thoughts. His PTSD made him nauseous and too hyper to sleep. He was both hyper-focused and dazed at the same time. Every nightmare always felt like an omen that things were going to get bad again. He was going to start craving and then eventually relapse.

You rubbed his back in slow circles trying to coax him into a more normal breathing rate. A minute passed, the only sounds were Frankie's rough breathing and your slower one.

"What else do you need?" You asked gently.

"Can you- can you light the candle please?" He requested in a muffled voice.

"Sure." You smiled, reaching over to his side of the bed and pulling out the lighter. Your candle, already well used, was soon flickering brightly. The floral scent you and Frankie loved, filled your brain making sleep slowly start to edge its way in. You could feel his breathing slow. "That better?"

"Mmhmm." He grumbled. Something about the scent grounded him to this chapter in his life; the one with you in it. He wasn't that lonely guy anymore. He wasn't in a war zone. He had everything he could ever dream of right in his arms... and yet... this still happened. "I'm sorry, sweet pea."

"What for?" You tousled his hair affectionally.

"For-for being messed up."

"Frankie..." You nudged his head up so you could kiss him deeply. You let him take the lead, pressing him tongue into your mouth and pulling you tighter against his chest. At your quiet moan he pulled back letting you finish your thought. You didn't care how many times you had to say it, touch it, kiss it into reality: Frankie was perfect the way he was.

"You aren't messed up." You murmured, holding his eyes with your earnest gaze. "You're strong. You're resilient and brave. I love you because of that. You're like... a phoenix. You rise from the ashes." Then you giggled. "Sorry I just thought of a hybrid between a catfish and a Phoenix."

"Ha." He laughed shakily, tightening his arms around you. "A fish on fire. Sounds about right."

"Or a bird with whiskers." You snorted.

He kissed you again, relishing your little giggles against his lips. You laced your hands with his.

"I'm here to remind you to be kind to yourself. Remember how far you've come. I'm so proud of you, Frankie."

Once again he reflected on how lucky he was to have you in the flesh. Your empathy amazed him. It had from day one but his awe grew monumentally tonight. You weren't scared. You saw all of his brokenness for what it was and you only loved him harder. He had to trust your vision of him when his own internal compass failed.

"You tired, little pea?" He chuckled when you yawned cutely, after trying to hold it in.

"No." You told a small lie, just to keep him from trying to put your needs first. You weren't going to sleep until you knew he felt safe. "How are you feeling? Be honest, please."

Frankie searched his body with another deep breath. "Better. I'm just really amped up from the adrenaline. But go back to sleep, little pea. I'll read or something.”

"Mmm read to me?" You asked holding back another yawn.

"Sure." He chuckled. You rolled off of him pulling the covers back over you both. Frankie grabbed his copy of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. You latched onto him like a koala bear and hung onto his deep voice. Frankie appreciated the weight of your arm on his stomach and head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat below your ear slowing.

Frankie paused his quiet oration to peer down at your relaxed face and fluttering eye lids. "I love you, sweet pea."

"mmm love you too." You breathed in reply.

For the first time, Frankie was able to go back to sleep after his nightmare.

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hobiiwan · 3 years ago

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mirror • cpt. rex

pairing: captain rex x gn!reader

warnings: post-order 66 angst, hurt-comfort but i thrive in the hurt

w/c: 1.6k

notes: i'm back with lots and lots of feelings bc i've been ghosted and it's 5 am so i should probably sleep but i hope you enjoy :D

lovely gif credit to @pieklalat!

Framed by distant moons and even further stars, the night sky never seemed more vast. If you closed your eyes, it didn’t take much to picture a Republic Star Destroyer slicing through the atmosphere of the moon whose gravity became inescapable, with you in it.

Glancing over your shoulder at where Rex had made camp for the evening, you could tell he was thinking it too. Though his eyes were closed, it was clear as watching a holofilm; reliving the searing heat of plasma bolts, shot from the blasters of his brothers, the ones he had served beside for years—the same ones he had buried just hours prior.

It felt as though there was a vice wrapped in a deadlock around your heart, constricting your chest until it threatened to collapse in on itself. You exhale sharply, willing yourself to push past the hollow ache of the now-dulled Force connection, the flashing faces of the clones and Jedi who had perished under the Order—the fear they had felt in their final moments. It was now your fear that you would never escape it.

The price of surviving the command settles atop your shoulders, making a home. A bitter, weighted reminder that you are here, alive, when you shouldn’t be—when you aren’t supposed to be.

You collapse onto the ground next to Rex, which pulls him back to the present. His eyelids flutter as he blinks slowly, once at you, then back up to the stretching expanse of the inky black overhead. He lets out a sigh, leaning up on his shoulders to cast a weary glance at his surroundings. “How long was I out?” He questions.

You reply with a thoughtful hum, “Not long. You need the rest, anyway.” It’s true. The day’s events have undoubtedly taken its toll on the both of you. But how does one go about resting after being hunted to the death?

“I’ll take first watch. Get some sleep, cyare.” He says, now sitting upright and then you know there’s no point in fighting it. You both need rest, but with the way Rex’s frame is pulled tense as a bow, his hand twitching ever-so-slightly towards his blaster, you know there’s no way he’d rest easy.

So, you offer him a victory, albeit a minute one. You pull his unarmed hand into yours and close your eyes, feeling the way he lets out a shaky breath, releasing some tension along with it. A victory—you’re still here with him.

Neither of you can be certain how long you stay that way. The low croon emitting from the transceiver is the only sign that time actually passes. Neither of you complain about the noise, either. It didn’t need to be said that the silence—this silence, was much too loud.

You do try to sleep, Rex gives you credit for that. Though, after turning for the fifth time (he counts) you give up and sit up beside him. He’s got his knees pressed to his chest, one hand curled tight around his blaster. In his other, his thumb rubs circles against the back of your hand. The answer to whether it soothes you or himself doesn’t matter.

Wordlessly, your head lowers to his shoulder, propped gently against the curve of muscle.

“Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a singer?” You murmur, glancing at the transceiver. You don’t recognise the singer on broadcast, though you do take note of the melody, slow and mellow.

Rex watches as you even try to hum along, as offbeat as you are.

“No,” he huffs something short of a chuckle, “you didn’t.”

He knows what you’re trying to do, sees it clear as day. Yet, as he watches your feet tap to the tempo of the ballad, he can’t stop himself from humouring your attempt to comfort him.

You nod eagerly, eyes widening as if to express your candor. “I was about to be one, too! Then the Jedi came and…”

Rex waits as you trail off, then clocks the far-off look in your eyes. He picks up where you left off. “Would you sing for me now?”

You return in a split second, your lips pulling into a bashful smile as you avoid his eyes. “I’m definitely rusty by now, I don’t want you losing your hearing because of me.”

The Captain nudges you teasingly, grinning when you break into soft laughter. “It would be an honour, though,” he quips.

He wonders how much of you has been hidden behind the mantle of a Jedi’s title. Who would you have been had you not been brought into the Order, raised from young to be one thing, and one thing only? Who would he be?

Once again, Rex is dragged out of his thoughts. This time, you’re tugging him to his feet. It takes an effort and a half, which you currently lack in your fatigued state.

As he looks up at you questioningly, you motion to the transceiver, dropping his hand to raise the volume. It’s enough to provide a comfortable backdrop instead of a desperate attempt to quell silence.

“Dance with me,” you propose softly, “please?”

“I don’t know how to, mesh’la.”

As if pointedly ignoring his feeble protest, your hand remains outstretched, beckoning his participation.

Maker, he’s only ever seen couples dancing on holofilms and is even more certain he has two left feet. But gazing up at your expectant self is like looking at a promise of escaping the sorrow he now knows as reality.

Really, it’s all up to him.

Rex swears he feels three times lighter from the way you beam in delight when he fits his palm into your smaller ones and helps you lift him to full height.

He stands awkwardly, clueless as to where his hands should go, how he should move. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

Below him, you soften at the uncertainty tainting his features. Taking mercy on the poor man, you lift a hand to cup his cheek, garnering his attention.

“Put your hands on my waist,” you murmur, eyes twinkling when Rex’s hands fly up to root himself to you. Your own arms loop behind his neck and he takes it as a sign to pull you into his chest, no stranger to the position.

“and now we sway.”

Such a simple command, yet Rex feels like a fish out of water. His limbs are stiff, like the serenity of the movement is a stranger. To an extent, it is.

When you take over, moving him to the beat instead, he gratefully surrenders, allowing himself a moment of tranquility.

The only sounds that reach him become the silky notes of the singer and your soft, steady breaths. If he tries hard enough, he can pretend to be in a distant galaxy, where he is not a clone and you are not a Jedi, where the war is nothing more than a brash concept and his brothers are alive and well.

Rex doesn’t realise he’s crying until your thumb smooths away a tear rolling down his face. His eyes stay closed as he wills himself to keep pretending, but he can’t.

He is still a clone but you are no longer a Jedi. His brothers are gone.

You hold him when he finally breaks, cradling his head close when his shoulders tremble with the force of his sobs. His tears soak into the collar of your singed robes, but you truly can’t find the will to care—not when the man you love is falling apart, barely held together by the threads of your embrace.

“It wasn’t them,” he chokes, shaking his head, a wretched attempt to convince himself, “—it couldn’t be.”

At that, you’re positive your heart shatters. Stars, he doesn’t deserve this. You wish with all your might to take the pain away, to rewind every clock in the galaxy and then the next, but all you can do is watch.

“It wasn’t,” you nod, lowering your forehead to press against his, “not the real them. You know they loved you.” And by the Maker, you know.

Rex’s hands clutch tightly at your robes, as if letting go of that would mean letting go of you. The last tether to what is now his past, his only constant.

What if you hadn’t made it off the ship? What if Ahsoka hadn’t gotten the chip out of him in time? What if he had hurt you?

He briefly registers your voice calling his name, cutting through the despondent scenarios that could have, by any deciding factor, become his present.

“Rex, my love,” you plead, “please look at me.”

When he raises his eyes, he finds that yours are a mirror of his own. The anguish that parallels his agony. He feels you, your presence. He’s never understood much about the Force, but he thinks this is pretty damn close.

“I’m here,” you whisper. The promise of those two words anchor you both. “‘M not going anywhere.”

You mean it. If you believed it before, there was no chance in any star in the galaxy that anyone would be able to tear you away from him now.

For the current moment, you weren’t sure if there was a place to go, even if you wanted. Less than twenty four hours ago, you had been anticipating the end of the Clone Wars. Now, it feels like you’ve been thrown onto the losing side.

“What do we do now?” Rex asks, but you both know there isn’t an answer. There’s no precedent to go off of.

Two of the finest leaders in the GAR and the Jedi Order are lost, with no one left to follow them.

There’s nothing to do but move on.

“We keep living,” you say with a heavy sigh, burying your face into the crook of Rex’s neck, “we live for them. We’ll find a way.”

You always do.

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yoichichi · 3 years ago

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To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 2 - ew, small talk

warning(s): Tsukishima’s behavior 😐

a/n: I’m happy you guys seemed to really enjoy the introductory chapter!! I hope you enjoy this one just as much, and more tsuki content!! Ahhh I’d love to hear your thoughts per usual, and enjoy !! <3

ch. 1

“So, why d-“

“Thanks for-“

Oh my god.

At this point you’d rather have a failing grade than have to keep talking to this guy.

Maybe it was just the fact you’ve felt like you’ve made a fool of yourself about 59 million times, but you were officially over it.

Tsuki leaned back into his chair with that same smirk he gave you earlier, raised eyebrows and all. You’re starting to wonder if that’s maybe just how his face rests.

“No no, go ahead. You first.” His voice was quiet and monotone, very appropriate for the setting, not so much for your nerves.

The way he held himself was, interesting. You know it’s only been maybe 5 minutes since you’ve met which is most definitely not enough time to start making any kind of assumptions about a person, but with the air around him so tense and serious, how could you not?

You could see his legs were just slightly spread in his seat, as far as it would allow it. And instead of doing the casual thing and resting his head in his hand while he waited for you to speak, it was tilted just slightly upward. Chin just barely jutting out at you, head leaning to the left just a tad. His forearms rested on the arms of the chair rather than the table, too.

Everything about his body language said, go on, I’m waiting for you to answer me. Rather than, go ahead, I’m listening.

It made your nerves congregate in your throat and made it difficult for you to speak.

He does not need to be making me this nervous.

You fiddled with the clicker of your pen as you began to speak, doing your best to keep your nervous fidgeting to a minimum. There should be no reason he should have such a knack for making you feel this way, he’s a random guy who takes your same calculus class. Regardless of the way he seems to carry himself, he’s nothing more than that. Some guy.

Besides, he probably wasn’t doing it on purpose. He just has one of those, faces.

“I was just gonna say thanks for agreeing to help me out. Even if it is so early.” You chuckled lightly and brought your hands up to rest on the top of the table.

Enough fidgeting.

“You’re welcome.” Another monotone reply.

You smiled thinly as you waited for him to continue his sentence, cause surely he wasn’t done.

….

Really?

You sat in another few moments of silence while he sighed and looked down at the open pages of his textbook, unable to tell if he was being serious.

“Alright. Why don’t we start with talking about the last lesson you felt most confident in understanding, okay?”

He was being serious.

“Yeah, sure.” You sighed and took a glance down at your notes.

A long hour indeed.

—

It hasn’t even been 20 minutes, yet you’re already starting to get a better grasp on bits of the material you couldn’t even begin to comprehend just a few hours earlier. It certainly isn’t enough to be rid of a tutor, but enough to know you were referred to him for a reason.

Maybe his aloof attitude was worth it.

“Well, that explains why I couldn’t get the numbers to plug in right on that next weird step of the equation. And why it looked so funky when I tried to illustrate the graph. God, that’s a lot.” You stated matter of factly, dumbfounded at how easy he was making this all seem.

“Go ahead and try these other problems from the back of the book, and then we’ll go over what you get after. And if you get stuck just ask. I’m gonna work on some other homework in the meantime.”

His voice had more lilt to it now. Maybe it was because his own version of morning grogginess had warn off. Or he could’ve been just as nervous as you at first. Regardless, you appreciate he seems to be less stiff than when you first percieved him.

You nodded your head and immediately got to work. Having a sudden epiphany about the content was definitely a boost to your motivation to get it done.

He chuckled softly to himself at your eagerness and got started on his own work.

It was nice, actually.

The next few minutes were quiet, but they weren’t awkward. The pair of you having your own focus on the work at hand, merely keeping each other company at this point with the soft scribbles of pencil against paper. That was until you had a question of course.

You looked up to ask him a question but almost felt bad for interrupting him, you could tell he was really focused.

His head was turned downward slightly making his glasses slide farther down the bridge of his nose. His fingers, which you noticed were slightly scuffed up, looked like they were gripping his pen so delicately no matter how fast he was writing. Your eyes followed the trail from his hand up to his shoulder, past the tendons twitching in his forearms at each flick of his wrist, and past his lean yet distinctly toned bicep.

Your gaze stopped on his shoulder when his other hand reached over to squeeze at the apparently tender spot, watching him roll it a few times before he leaned back down to write some more.

His jaw seemed tight, maybe he was having a tough time with this particular class he was working on. Or maybe it was because he appeared to be sore from, something. Taking in his physique and condition of his hands, you decided it wouldn’t be surprising if a sport was what was straini-

“Are you stuck?”

Your eyes shot over just a bit to look directly at his face, realizing you were staring and he probably assumed you needed help, which technically you did.

He was looking up at you above the top of the frame of his glasses and through his eyelashes, eyes just slightly wider than usual as he waited for you to answer.

You had to admit, he was a pretty guy.

“Yeah, kinda. This integral just isn’t clicking for me, I don’t really know where to start.” You held your stare on his face as he leaned in closer to reach over and flip your notebook around, taking a peek at your work thus far.

He hummed almost silently to himself before he spoke up, realizing what was confusing you.

Hm, he smells kind of minty. But not toothpaste minty more like, organic clean minty. Or maybe that’s eucalyptus I’m smelling? I wonder if it’s a cologne or if he just showered before he got here. Jesus, how early would he have to get up to shower before he got here? Cause his hair wasn’t even wet when - well, was it? I could’ve mis-

“Make sense?”

You blinked once, hard, as you internally chastised yourself for being a bit of a creep as you sat analyzing his smell rather than listen to what he had to say.

Nodding your head you stared back down at your paper, contemplating how you were gonna pretend to do better with an equation you didn’t even know where to begin.

“Oh, thank you for agreeing to meet so early, by the way.”

His words caught you off guard as you looked up to see his nose still buried in his work, but his mouth moving.

“I have a team practice in a couple hours and I’m already tutoring someone else afterwards, and this was the only free time I had before your next class.” He looked up at you and offered the tiniest of smiles.

So he did do a sport.

“What do you play?” You asked, genuinely intrigued to know the answer.

His height definitely made him look like a basketball kind of guy, no, you’d know if he played basketball. Maybe soccer.

“Oh, I’m on the volleyball team.” His hand kept its steady pace at writing down notes in his notebook, not even sparing you a glance when he answered.

“Oh wow. How long have you been playing?” You rested your head in your hand, patiently waiting for his response. It was nice to talk about something besides math for a little bit.

“Mmm, I’ve been playing for a good amount of time. This is my first year on the team though, so not long with them I guess. Do you play any sports?” He set his pen down now, rolling his neck out with his eyes closed, leaning back in his chair and waiting for your response this time.

“No, I don’t. My boyfriend plays basketball, though.”

His eyes opened and locked onto yours for a brief moment before looking back down onto that god forbidden work. It was silent for just a second, an unexplainable tension quietly passing between the two of you, so fast you almost missed it, before you spoke up again.

“He’s a sophomore though, so, a little more familiar with his team you could say.” You smile fondly and let out a small chuckle, doing your best to keep the flow of the conversation going,

“He-“

“Hm, nice.” He let out a deep breath and gingerly placed a hand on your notebook, as if he was unaware he cut you off just now, and continued to speak.

Maybe this wasn’t the time for getting to know each other, then.

“Let’s take a look at what you’ve gotten done so far, yeah?”

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It’s been three days since you last had your first meeting with Tsuki, you hadn’t seen each other since, and yet somehow he was still working you to pieces.

He’d text you around dinner time each day since then like clockwork, just one word:

- ‘Studying?’

- ‘Yes Tsukishima.’

- ‘Good job.’

And it’d be the same thing in the mornings:

- ‘Study guide treat you well?’

- ‘Lol yes Tsukishima. It was actually really helpful so ty :)’

- ‘👍🏼’

I mean, he hand made you study guides to use. And enough of them so that they would last you till he met back up with you on the following Sunday.

It was like he knew you’d feel bad if you didn’t use them and study. But you’d be lying if you said they weren’t helping. You were walking through the door to said class now, and actually feeling semi confident as you sat at your desk and pulled out your belongings, and you had Tsukishima to thank for that.

You noticed it was quiet today as you waited for class to start. October slump was definitely hitting your fellow peers hard, that and the weather. Even your professor was quiet as he walked in and prepared the lesson.

Feeling fatigued and bored yourself, you pulled your phone out to pass the time when you noticed you had a text from Tsukishima still sitting on your lockscreen. It must be pretty recent.

Hm, that’s odd.

Tsukishima

‘Good luck in class today. I hope it all makes a little more sense. :).’

…

A smiley face?

You shut your phone off quickly and shoved it back into your pocket, not particularly fond of the way your heart swelled just the slightest at the fact he texted you.

And remembered you had class today.

And texted you a smiley face at that.

Hm. Looks like he’s warming up to me.

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OKOK DONT YELL AT ME AKEKEKE I’m currently writing chapter 3 already ok 😭 i feel like this is kind of short but it just felt weird to do another transition for what I wanted to write rather than just doing a whole chapter and yeah - MIND UR BUSINESS OK I KNOW WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS. Anywayyysss Ahhhh I hope this fed yall well heheheh and you know I love your thoughts and stuff :3 !! MWAH

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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miyaniacs · 5 years ago

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The sinfully sweet heart series 🥵🥵🥵 love them so much!! Plzzz do daichi next if you make another one!!

OKAY sooo Part uhm?? 6 !

(pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5 )

masterlist ; smau

Daichiiiii time - this will be longer since I got 3 request for him

and its 2am rn and I can't do another one and this one is kinda trashy tho:( I’m sorry:c (Tendou, Akaashi, Asahi and Ukai are next just so you know who's been already requested)

DAICHI

ok hear me out - this guy wont get it that you got a crush on him

HE WONT

He always thinks that you’re just nice to him because you're nice to everyone?

but no hny. no.

still he likes you but he thinks is just one sided

he still really appreciates you helping with the VB Club even if you at first seem scared of the others

rn you’re helping a friend at their birthday party

and yes Daichi, Sugawara, Kageyama and Hinata are there too

you still don't know how Hinata managed to get Kageyama here

ANYWAYS

3 hours in and you haven't had a proper break

its your besties Birthday. so she shouldn’t have to worry about organising everything so you're doing it rn

during your 5 minutes break you sink down next to Hinata and Sugawara

“y/n you should have some fun too” Hinata says

“I know, but I want (besties name) to have fun.” you sigh

“you’re sometimes way too nice for your own good” Sugawara says and pets your head

“HEY GURL!!!” one of your male friends screams and walks over to you

yes he's gay af ( sorry I was on the phone with one of my gay friends who's just like this and also hoe so I took some inspiration there )

“BABY” you scream and throw yourself in his arms

“YOU look EXHAUSTED - lets dance” and you're dragged to the dance floor.

“hey wasn't that y/n?” Daichi asks and walks over to the others together with Kageyama bringing some drinks

“yessss, but you were too late” Hinata laughs

you were currently dancing normally with your friends and you know, just warming up

the songs switches and you warmed up exactly for this

Work - Rihanna feat. Drake

SOO his arms are wrapped around your body and you to begin to sway to the song

after a few seconds you really FEEL the song and you turn around

annd hny you go DOWN

moving your pretty booty up and down while being in this squat position that doesn't even hurt when you dance

and why not spice things up and do some twerking right at his crotch

and yes he's a hoe so he's into it

“AYY GIRL COME GET ITTTTT”

he’s gay af so you don't need to worry about anything

Daichi hears your friend scream this and turns around to look at you

and his mouth drops open and he spills his drink

sorry I had to insert the gif

THE THINGS HES IMAGINING IN HIS HEAD

Hinata’s laughing like crazy

“Daichi why are you all red?” Kageyama asks

RED OH FUCK FUCK FUCK

he panics

but cant take his eyes off of you

you’re still being your stripper level self having fun with your friend, grinding on moving your hands up and down your body ( you know the “Wheres my phone move”)

“its just really hot in here rn” he laughs awkwardly

the song finished and you walk back to them

“Hey Daichiii you’re also here!” you smile and hug him

lol the alc and your dancing took away your shyness

but not his shyness lol

“what’s wrong? why are you so stiff? Don't you feel good?” You already start worrying

“nooo don't worry I'm good it’s just hot in here” he laughs and scratches his head

AND THEN FATE HAPPENS AND

Nellys - Hot in Here starts

“OMG - Lets danceee!” you scream and drag him with you

“y/N i - I don't know if-”

“NO NOOOOO PLSSS” you pout

how could he say no now

AND HE’S IN FOR A RIDE

you’re facing him, having fun, moving your hips, slightly bend over

you’re sweating and biting your lip

now he's not shy anymore and Captain Daichi is here

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer

your arms now around his neck

body rolling and rubbing your crotch against his

then turning around pressing your booty against him

and hell yes he was enjoying this

Suga - meanwhile - was busy putting Hinatas and Kageyamas attention everywhere but at the dance floor ( rip Suga ✊🏼)

the song sadly endend and you both realise what you two DID

and now your two tomatoes yey

awkwardly walking back to the other Daichi decides to ask you out on a date tomorrow.

he was tomato but a happy one

Until they arrive and HINATA points something out

“Daichi, why do your pants throw wrinkles?”

“Did they got tight all of sudden?” Kageyama comments confused

Sugawara is now just like : OK FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT

now daichi and your are all 😀😀😀 fuck

He’s not sure about asking about the date anymore now

but your were like: ok well damn it’s ride or die now

and I mean RIDE 😉

“we can leave and I’ll help you?”

and switch turned again

tomato is away captain daddy is back

“I knew you weren't the type to start something you couldn't finish” he smirks

and you two leave

and Kageyama and Hinata are like : ??? tf happed ??? and look over to Sugawara

he’s like : 🙂🙂🙂 if Daichi wont kill her tonight I will have to murder both of them 🙂🙂🙂

the END

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geekydane · 5 years ago

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Talk to me - Tommy Shelby x reader - chapter 6

Masterlist

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It was a weird sensation for you to wake up. It was disorientating, unfamiliar but at the same time comforting. You were curled up on your side, which you were sure was because of the aching in your back that could still feel. Like the stairs was still piercing into your skin. But you were curled up next to something so comforting and warm that you didn’t want to move. It was first when you wanted to rub the sleep out of your eyes that you felt that your hand was stuck. Or not stuck, but tugged under something. You opened your eyes and saw that your hand was still secured in Tommy’s grip. He was on his side as well, with your locked hands between your faces. You could feel his breath on your hand. It tickled and it might have been what actually had woken you up, but you couldn’t make yourself tuck your hand away from him. He looked so peaceful. His hair was still a mess and his white button up was wrinkled now. Even one of the sides of his suspenders was sliding down from one of his shoulders. It was a sweet morning mess. You hated that you had to wake him up, but your body was aching and you knew you had to move to another position to be able to get some movement back to your body.

You started by slowly trying to get your hand out from Tommy’s but as you thought you were succeeding he tightened the grip on you as he mumbled something you couldn’t understand a word of. Only the moment after he opened his eyes, the sleep still clung to him and tried to force him back in its grasp. But when he noticed how close you were he finally opened his eyes wide and blinked a few times.

“Good morning.” He said with a raspy voice. Please say something more, you thought instantly. He lifted his head to look behind him, out of the window. The sun was about to rise and it was a new day. He lay back down again and squeezed your hand before he finally let go. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, before he sighed.

“How are you feeling? Better?” You shrugged as an answer to him. You were feeling a little better, but that was purely mentally. You had actually slept without the nightmares and through the whole night. If you didn’t know better, you thought that Tommy might have too. Your body still felt like one big bruise and you really wanted to figure out how bad you looked.

“I will have to go and get a wash. I am needed at the office in half an hour. Polly will be here shortly.” He said and he finally let himself roll over and get out of the bed. He strolled over to the mirror in the dressing area and grumbled when he saw himself. Adjusting his suspenders and tried to take his hair by running his fingers through it. You sat up slowly, trying to put some weight on your arms, to see if you could hold yourself up. It hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. You caught Tommy’s gaze in the mirror as he was buttoning up his shirt. He send you a hint of a smile before he stopping unbuttoning his shirt and grabbed another one in one of the closets.

“I’ll go fetch Polly now. Then you can get some food and maybe go to the wash room yourself.” He said and as if your stomach was connected to his words it growled loud and empty. You blushed instantly but Tommy didn’t reach to it at all. He simply nodded your way and disappeared out the door. You tried to shake the sudden emptiness of the room off you by focusing on your ruined body.

Carefully you tried to adjust the pillows behind you, without making any big and sudden movements. When you could sit comfortable you started moving all your limps one by one. The toes were stiff but still moving. Your left knee was hurting like hell but you could move it, so it couldn’t be broken. You looked down your arms that were covered in bruises in brown, black and yellow but no dirt. Someone most have been washing you off, while you were unconscious and the thought made you a little uneasy. Someone had been touching you all over to wash you off and… change your clothing.

“Oh you are awake! I told Tommy to call on me as soon you came to, but now he tells me that you were already awake last night? Did he at least check your head?” Polly marched toward the bed, not even a second after she entered the door without warning. You were startled but managed to nod. He hadn’t really checked you but you didn’t want Tommy to get into trouble with his aunt.

She took your temperature and much to your dismay she started to feel around your body for any think that might hurt. She wanted you to raise your hand if something hurt. You were very sore but it wasn’t like anything was broken. She then decided that she wanted you to try and stand up from the bed. Your leg muscles were tight but you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and let your feet rest on the floor for a bit. It was the first time you saw your legs. They almost looked worse than your arms. Especially your shins. You looked exactly like someone who had been dragged down the stairs and thrown around. You were only wearing a light blue nightgown that went a little under your knees. It wasn’t yours, that was one thing, but who might have put you in it?

“Come on. You want help?” She reached her hand out for you to take but you really didn’t want her hands on more parts of your body. She just poked you all over your bruised body with two fingers and asked if it hurt. Of course it did! You fidgeted with your hands while you tried to make yourself take her hand as Tommy came back in. He was fixing his cuffs on his new and clean button up. His hair was styled like he used to and he was back to being your boss Tommy in that handsome suit of his. It was almost a petty.

“You are up.” He said as he looked at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips. It wasn’t a question but you nodded as an answer. He walked over as he straightened out his cuff one last time.

“Have you been standing?” He asked as he stood next to Polly. She looked at him stiffly and with attentive eyes, like she was trying to calculate what he was doing next. You shock your head no as an answer for his question, which made him reach out his hand like Polly was doing only a moment ago. Without any hesitation you took his hand and let him pull you up from the bed. It hurt, but your eyes were fixed on Tommy’s and it was like a pain-relive in itself. He let go of your hand and walked a step backwards to get a better view of you. You couldn’t stop blushing as you felt how his eyes were roaming over you.

“Did you tell her about…?” Polly started but Tommy interrupted her.

“She knows the bastard is dead. I told her yesterday.” The way Tommy said that, made you finally think about it and it made you shiver. The man was really dead? It wasn’t like you weren’t angry at him, but was your health and pain really worth more than another man’s life? Tommy took one last glance at you before turning to leave.

“I’ll make sure you won’t come to this kind of injuries again.” Without looking back he left the room again.

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You were back at work the next day. Polly told you to stay home for a few days but you couldn’t imagine being alone with your thoughts at your apartment for days. You wanted to get out and see people and listen to others lives and concentrate on that. People really looked at you strangely when you entered a room. You weren’t able to hind all of your bruises. You were trying to hide your legs with stockings but the thin fabric didn’t hide much away, almost quite the opposite. But the fact that you were wearing them made you feel better. You didn’t own enough makeup products to hide away the blue markings in your face and the stitches over your eyebrow.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you felt mostly safe when you knew you were near Tommy. Not that he was at the office a lot, but just being nearby was enough for you to not look over your shoulders every 5 minutes. Lizzie was a big help for you yet again. There wasn’t long between your breaks - that was Polly’s doing. Lizzie kept an eye on you and send you out of the office and into the Shelby’s private quarters to lay down. Polly would run in and out of her office to see to you or make sure that one of the maids did it.

When you were in there you would close your eyes and listen to all the sounds of the busy Shelbys. The brothers would yell and some of their so called “blinders”. That was one of the words that you caught on to. You have heard Tommy use that term more than once. When the man broke into the office with a warning from Mick King - the man who Tommy also killed – Tommy had said that Birmingham belonged to the Peaky Blinders. Was he some kind of leader? He was the head of the Shelby Company Limited, but was that just the top of the iceberg?

After work either Polly or Ada followed you home. Ada brought her little boy with her and one day she even brought groceries. She sat her son on the kitchen counter in your apartment as the two of you cooked dinner. It was nice to have someone else than you in the apartment, it was usually so quiet. The little boy mumbled while throwing around a teddy bear. Ada had to pick it up from the floor a few times.

“I hear that you started going into the meetings with Tommy? It took me a lot longer to even be included in any of the business. My husband would turn around in his grave, if he knew how involved I am with the whole business now.” You looked at her sympathetic. You did know that she had been married, but you didn’t know that her husband actually had died. She could easily have just divorced him. After the war the women was much more independent.

“Oh hush it is a few years ago now and we are doing great.” She looked at the boys who smiled back at the two of you. He was very charming and not very noisy of a small child. He had Ada’s eyes and hair colour but his smile was much different to hers, so maybe he got that from his dad. It was very contagious.

“Look at you! You are smiling! Maybe I should a brought him with me days ago.” Ada teased and helped the little boy down from the counter and watched as he ran into the living room.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t in all this mess of a company, so I could just relax and enjoy him, you know? I feel like I’m always looking over my shoulder to see if anyone wants to get a good punch in on a Shelby. Even though I took my husband’s name, I can’t get away from the family name.” Ada sighed and mixed in the cut vegetable in the stew you were making. She fell silent for a moment before looking you anew.

“You must know that feeling too. I mean… Polly told me about what… happened to you. And that it was all because of your father, your name.” She said it with a lot of pauses to see your reaction. She might be wondering if it was okay to talk about. You didn’t like talking about it but you couldn’t change the fact that it happened to you. Despite everything that happened only a few days ago, you still felt much safer, then when you were with the Langstons. The fact that you now had a Shelby on your side every time you left your apartment or work made that part easier. You did halt in front of the stairs to your apartment building the last few days, because it brought back some images from that night. But that episode also reminded you of how Tommy came running and saved you and took care of you afterward along with his family.

You felt that you had to reassure her somehow. She might be thinking that if it happened to you it might happen to her too. You wanted so bad to say something to her but the ever barrier of your words was there and it kind of made you sweat a little bit just thinking about talking. You lifted a finger to signal that she should wait a minute. You went into the living room where you had a large dark wood desk, that you had never used, but you knew that whoever decorated the apartment had filled up the drawers with papers and a few pens. You found what you need and stepped over Karl that was crawling around the carpet playing with his teddy bear. You sat down at the kitchen table and wrote down your thoughts.

You don’t have to be afraid when your family is on your side. The Shelby’s make me feel safe.

“But y/n, my family is also the reason I’m afraid. I know that if anything ever happened to me they would be there in an instant. That is reassuring, of course. My brother isn’t the leader of the biggest gang in Birmingham for nothing. He would go through hell for me or anyone in the family.” You took the stew off the stove and placed it on the trivet in front of you. She went and fetched Karl as you sat thinking. How much shit was the Peaky Blinders actually involved in? The size of their houses and the number of employees was a sign that they were very rich, maybe as rich as your father once was. So how can a man with such wealth and such a public face be the leader of a gang on the same time? You had never thought much about the underground world of the big cities of England, but maybe it wasn’t as underground as you thought?

Ada came back with Karl and a pillow. She placed the pillow on one of the kitchen chairs, so that Karl could get high enough up to be see over the table edge. You looked to Ada apologetic but she shook her head.

“I could have brought the Booster seat. It’s not your fault that you don’t have kids and all what comes with them.” She sat down and poured a little bowl of stew up to Karl. You sat and ate in silence for a while before Ada spoke again.

“So now that my brother isn’t here to answer for you, how do you really feel about working for us? For him?” She asked and nodded in the direction of your note from before. You paused for a moment and put down your spoon.

I really like it. It gives me something to do every day and getting out and meet people. Your family is really lovely and I like it when Tommy includes me in the meetings. I like to think that I’m needed. It makes me feel good about my work.

Pouring out your heart like that wasn’t something you had done with anyone except Tommy when he had asked as well. It wasn’t very often you let people in and until now it was only the Shelbys that made you feel okay doing so. The Langstons had never asked you if you were okay and how you felt about things. They avoided you most of the time and just made sure you got what you needed to live day by day, while they used your money.

Ada smiled at the note before continuing feeding Karl.

“I’m sure Tommy sees it beneficial to have you with him, or else he wouldn’t do it. But on the other side, you wouldn’t have been attacked the other night if it wasn’t for your job at the office.” Ada sighed at her words and frowned.

“I wasn’t trying to make you…” She began but you reached over and pointed at the note and to some of the first words you wrote on it.

…The Shelby’s make me feel safe.

“I really like you y/n… I was about to say that you are easy to talk to but it’s only me talking. But you are certainly been a topic in the family since your arrival. I’m still not sure how Polly found you but everyone have grown fond of you. Maybe the men like it when a woman doesn’t have much to say? It’s not everyone that can deal with the new ways after the war. It’s like the men that came back didn’t realize that it was us women that kept the country going while they were overseas?” You nodded because even though you knew the war has been terrible it hadn’t really affected you in any way. You heard the sirens that told you to get inside and take cover but that was all you did back then anyway. Many had died in the fight against the Germans and you felt bad for all those who had lost their loved ones.

“The war really changed my brothers. They try their best to live on like it all didn’t happen, but they are all haunted by what they experienced in France. They reacted in each their way but keeps up an appearance when they aren’t alone. It’s hard to see them struggle but we can’t really do anything else than be patient. I’m sure you understand that as well. You know, maybe there is a bit of all of us in you and that’s why you are so easy to be around.” Ada looked thoughtfully at you and then cleared her throat. At this point in the conversation Karl was already restless and was starting to act up.

“Well, we should get going. I will help clean everything up and then I’ll have to get Karl to bed. He’s a little tired.” She said the last thing in a much higher pitch and was talking to Karl and not you. She had given you something to think about that night. It kept the noises at distance for a while but eventually everything closed in on you like you were used to and you were back to a sleepless night with a racing heart.

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Something was up. You could feel it in the air as soon you stepped into the office. Tommy came in running past you with Arthur right behind him. Soon after came John as well and they closed the door hard behind them. You looked a little nervously around the rest of the day. They were in there the whole day, which were unusual. At noon Polly joined them after giving your shoulder a squeeze on the way through. It made you jump and Lizzie calmed you. It wasn’t like Polly to not think about the fact that you didn’t like sudden touches. You could hear yelling and you exchanged glances with Lizzie but she looked down in her papers again shortly after.

When you were about to get off work you waited at your desk. Lizzie asked if she should take you home but you just shook your head. You were afraid of what was going on in the office and you wanted to wait for Polly to take you home. Then maybe they would tell you what was going on.

You waited for almost an hour before anything happened - other than them either talking or shouting at each other inside the office. Suddenly there was a long crash against the door, like something or someone was thrown against it. You debated with yourself if you should try and go in there to make sure that everyone was okay, but it was only the family that went in there. There was no one to harm them other than themselves… Would they harm each other?

You didn’t get to think further before the door was thrown up and hit the wall next to it. Tommy came almost flying out from there with rage in his eyes and tight jaw. Right after him was Polly that tried to reach out for him.

“You need to step down, Tommy! Do you hear me! You can’t deal with this alone. If we are going into this war you have to include the rest of us. You are not doing this again!” She shouted at him before both of them noticed you. Your eyes widened because you knew that you weren’t supposed to hear this. It was family matters and you weren’t a part of that. They stopped and were both staring at you, unblinking, until finally Tommy shook his head in frustration.

“We deal with this later. I have to talk with y/n.” Tommy said and surprised you by reaching out and with a hand in the small of your back he pushed you out of the front office and grabbed your bag with the other hand. Polly didn’t say any more and didn’t follow you wither. She must have returned to the office with the other brothers. You let Tommy lead you and were surprised that he didn’t head for the front door and on your way to your apartment. He let you through the betting rooms and into the Shelby’s private quarters. You entered one of the sitting rooms and he guided you to one of the big comfortable armchairs in a cobalt blue colour that matched the sofa Tommy dumped into. Strangely enough he didn’t reach for the liquor table right next to him. He was usually not this slouchy. The way he was falling into the sofa was so unlike him. Even when he had JUST killed a man and was sitting and keeping an eye on your concussion he was sat with a straight back and crossed legs.

“A lot of things are happening right now.” He said and swallowed. You looked at his Adam's apple move up and down. You wanted to reach out for him and place a hand on his shoulder or something that could show that you heard him. Instead you just leaned forward and placed your elbows on your knees. It made you feel a little close to him. Maybe he could feel it too.

“I have a request for you. It’s… It’s stupid but Polly…” He struggled with words. That wasn’t like him either. What was going on?

“I’m trying to remain clear… My mind… I can’t sleep, y/n. So much is happening and I need to have a clear head… But then I can’t sleep.” He mumbled with his head in his hands now. You waited for him to continue because you wanted to know why he grabbed you and told you this.

“I need you to… I… Sleep with me y/n.” He said and finally looked up so fast, that the movement made you sit back up in shock. Sleep with him? What was he implying? He knew that you possibly couldn’t…

“Not like that. I just… I need you to be there next to me. I haven’t slept since the war but that day where I laid down in the bed with you. I slept thought the whole night without seeing the tunnels - without the nightmares.” He had seen the shock in your eyes and he was a mumbling mess by now, trying to explain himself.

“I don’t know if it would work, but I’m willing to try anything if I can just… sleep again.” It was the first time he had sounded so lost, so small. The big Tommy Shelby was almost pleading you. It didn’t look good on him. Tommy shouldn’t be small and weak. It killed you to see him like that. Whatever was happening now that made the whole family fight for hours and needed his attention all hours of the day must really be serious. If you could help him somehow, even though it might be over your comfort zone, you would absolutely do it. He had done so much for you.

“It’s stupid…” He still mumbled when you crouched in front of him and let your hand stroke his cheek to make him look at you. His eyes were still wild but it was like the tension that was build up in his shoulders loosened a bit.

“It’s a stupid idea. It was just…” You didn’t know where the confident came from but you silenced the big Tommy Shelby by just placing a finger to your lips and smiled.

“You will do it?” He finally asked and you nodded immediately. He took your hand from his cheek and placed it back on your knee, like he finally came to his sense, and stood up. He drew his fingers through his hair a single time before clearing his throat.

“Well then. We have to get your things at your apartment then. Shall we?”

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khunfounded · 4 years ago

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It’s A Lovely Night To Love You

[A late entry for day 5 of khunbam week. It’s loyalty and confession and totally not a vent fic. This ones very close to my heart, and I hope i got their characterizations right]

Although it was all just data, the sky still turned to night and Khun Eduan still went to sleep. Bam, on the other hand, had opted to stay up and work on his shinsu orb. He had to get good enough to take on Data Jahad, and each day never felt like enough time. He hadn’t even truly confronted his sworn enemy yet.

His sworn enemy.

When Bam first saw Viole, he was struck with a visceral feeling of pain in his chest. It was the him that had spent seven long years rotting in a cage. A wild, terrified animal with a collar choking its throat. Bam couldn’t kill that, kill him, because he knew exactly what Viole was feeling. Sometimes, in his lowest moments, he still felt it. That fear. That rage.

Bam huffed in frustration when his orb still missed its target. His accuracy was pathetic, there was no way he was going to beat Data Jahad. He let himself fall onto his back. His chest rose and fell in heavy beats. The stars were the same tonight as they were every night, more like wall fixtures than anything real. But then again, the same could probably be said about the stars on the outside.

All the lies of the hidden floor just made him think about how the rest of the tower was no better.

He closed his eyes. Breathed in. Breathed out.

“Bam,” Came a voice from above him. It was his favorite voice, the one that could make any cold night warmer. Why was Khun out here? Bam opened his eyes.

“Khun,” He said, blinking up at his friend, who looked absolutely exhausted. Heavy bags settled under his eyes and his hair was mussed. He stood with arms akimbo and brows furrowed.

“Why aren’t you in bed? It’s so late it’s technically morning,” He huffed, “I’ve been waiting up for you”.

Bam apologised sheepishly, “Sorry, Khun. I’ve just been trying to get a handle on my shinsu orb. I keep trying to get it right, but it isn’t working”.

Khun gave him a searching look, eyes darting all over his face. Bam felt exposed. But then, Khun just sighed and sat down next to him, face turned up towards the sky. He looked like one of Hockney’s paintings. Beautiful. Timeless.

“You work yourself too hard, Bam. You’re already so far ahead. How do you expect the rest of us to catch up?”

“This isn’t about that,” Bam burst out, “I have to get stronger. If not, Data Jahad will win and, and,”

“You’ll be all alone again”.

Bam turned his head. Khun was looking at him. Khun was looking through him.

“I- yes. How?”

Khun threaded his fingers through the grass. A soft wind made his hair dance in front of his face.

“I know you,” Khun murmured, in a tone that made Bam hurt, “And I know what Viole means to you”.

“I know why he’s your sworn enemy, Bam”.

Bam’s limbs locked up, his breathing stopped. Laying there, eyes on the stars, he felt caught. No one else had got it. Only Endorsi had questioned it. Most of them just thought it was an Irregular thing or that Bam was hard on himself. But it was more than that. There was a reason why he had long hair and slayer clothes. There was a reason it was Viole.

Of course it would be Khun that connected the dots. His friend could read him at a glance. But he had really, really hoped he wouldn’t get this one. He didn’t want any of his friends to see the hurt and bitterness his isolation had created. He didn’t want them to know how terrible a person he could be.

Bam sucked in a breath.

“Oh,” He said, “Oh”.

“Yeah,” Khun said.

“Why are you here then?” Bam asked.

Khun jolted, “What are you talking about?”

“Viole is still me. If you know how awful he is, then, then-”

Khun shook his head, before laying down on his side, his suspendium eyes intense. Their hands were so close, the wind ghosted between them.

“Viole is not awful,” Khun’s voice brooked no argument, “Viole is hurting”.

“Viole is a monster. Viole is so angry all the time”.

“He has a reason to be. Bam, you have a reason to be angry”.

Bam turned his head and looked Khun straight on. His brows furrowed. His lip trembled. How could Khun say that?

“I-”

“And if anyone should be hated for their sworn enemy, it should be me”.

Waves crashed against the island.

“Wha-?”

“I killed my sister, Bam. I was practically the blade that sliced through her throat”.

A single tear caressed his face, dancing over the bridge of his nose and landing on the grass.

“I am rotten, Bam. How can you even stand to look at me?”

Bam turned his body fully to face his most precious person, “What are you talking about?”

Khun’s eyes were scrunched closed, he buried his face in the grass. Bam wanted to reach out, but this moment seemed so fragile, like if he moved an inch everything would break apart.

“I betrayed her, Bam. The person I was raised to build up. How can you trust that I won’t do the same to you?”

Khun’s body was stiff, but Bam could see the minute trembling of his limbs. His fingers were digging into the grass, into the dirt, like he was trying to bury himself. His eyes opened, and Bam saw his own reflection amidst the endless blue, like he was drowning in a sea storm.

“Why do you even keep me around? You’re worried you’re a monster, but if you are, then I must be a parasite”.

Tears fell down Bam’s face.

“No,” He said, shaking his head, “No. No. No”.

He clasped Khun’s hand, pulling it away from the grass it was tearing to shreds, and brought it to his chest. Khun shivered, shook, let out a whimper. Their eyes were locked.

“You’re not a parasite. You could never be. You are my most important person, Khun. I couldn’t do this without you”.

“Yes, yes, you could. You can do anything, Bam. You don’t need me. I’m just weighing you down, can’t you see that?”

“Of course I can’t,” Bam denied, louder than he intended, “Because you are the one that lifts me up. You are the person who makes me think that any of this could even be possible. You’re always there, whenever I need it, whenever I need you. Because I do. So much. I need you, Khun”.

Khun sniffled, his eyes turned downwards.

“Why?”

“Because you’re you, Khun. And that’s everything”.

Khun surged forward, smooshing their hands between them and tucking his head beneath Bam’s chin. Bam saw the stars dancing amongst the islands. Maybe they did move.

“You’re everything,” He felt Khun’s words against his neck, “How can you think that you’re not?”

Bam brought an arm around him, he didn’t want this to end. Even though it would, because Khun was smart. He would figure it out.

“How could you think that you’re a monster?”

Bam buried his face in moonlight hair and sighed.

“That’s what everyone calls me, isn’t it? Even when they like me. I’m a monster, I have monstrous powers, I’m growing at a monstrous rate. It all means the same thing.”

“They’re wrong”.

“Maybe. But even if they are, they’ll still leave”.

“What?” Khun turned his face up, and they were almost nose to nose, breaths mixing.

“If I’m a monster, they keep me around because I’m useful and throw me away when I’m not. But if I’m not even that, then- then-”

Khun brought his palm up, brushing at the corner of Bam’s watery eye.

“Then you’re Bam. And that’s enough”.

Khun gestured behind him, where the compound rested.

“That’s enough for them”.

He brought his hand back, curling it into Bam’s hair.

“And it’s more than enough for me”.

Stroking his hair, Khun brought their faces together, so their noses were touching. Bam almost had to go cross-eyed to look at him.

“We’re not leaving, Bam. Any one of us could tell you that. And I will personally ensure that you are never alone again, I swear it”.

Bam hiccupped, coughed. He brought his head into Khun’s shoulder and sobbed.

“Please don’t leave,” He begged.

Khun’s fingers tightened in his hair and against his back.

“Never”.

“Promise?”

“I won’t just promise. I’ll make sure. We’re sticking together, Bam”.

Khun let out a shaky breath.

“As long as you want me, I mean”.

Bam rolled them over, pinning Khun to the ground. His nose brushed Khun’s clavicle and their legs intertwined. He brought his hand over his heart, memorizing the beat.

“I’ll never stop”.

Khun took his hand, pressed it to his lips.

“You’re not a monster”.

“You’re not a parasite”.

“If it’s you, I might start to believe that”.

Bam traced Khun’s cheekbone, brought a thumb to the corner of his eye. Felt the featherlight kiss of eyelashes.

“I hope you do. Because it’s true”.

Khun closed his eyes. They were so close, getting closer, never close enough.

“Then believe me, too. I know you better than my heartbeat, Bam. Better than the breath in my lungs”.

Bam sucked in a breath. He couldn’t hold it in, he was full of starlight and ocean dreams. They were drowning in it, breathing in it. This moment was theirs forever. He brought his lips to Aguero’s. He was met halfway. They stayed like that, soft against each other’s skin, for as long as they were allowed. When Bam moved up, he saw tears falling onto Aguero’s cheeks. A hand brushed against his eyelids.

“I think I’m starting to,” Bam confessed, “Believe you, I mean”.

Aguero kissed him again, slowly. Bam was being taken apart and put back together as he sunk into it.

“If you do, I’ll try, too,” Aguero whispered against his lips, curling fingers into his hair, “I love you, Bam”.

“I know,” Bam replied.

Aguero huffed, eyebrows scrunching together. He pulled on Bam’s ear.

“You’re ruining the moment”.

Bam giggled. Kissed him. Kissed him again. Grinned against Aguero’s mouth. Because he was allowed, he could have this. He could love as freely as he wanted, be as happy as he needed. This is what Viole had hurt for. This is what Khun had fought for. Something known and wordless, that one small phrase could only give the approximation of.

“I love you,” Bam curled on top of him, eyes falling closed, “I love you, Aguero, so much”.

Aguero wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in tight. He huffed against Bam’s hair, “That’s better”.

Bam fell asleep smiling. The stars danced overhead.

He was loved, every part of him, and that was more than enough.

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spiltscribbles · 5 years ago

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andreil, 85 and 16??

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16 » “I’m going to kiss you now.”

85 » “Sometimes I really dislike you.”.”

Neil’s never been to a wedding.

He’s never seen two people exchanging vows. Has never watched their first dance after being declared as partners, or eve attended an actual reception. Hell, the closest Neil’s ever gotten to one was whenever Allison would drag him down to watch reruns of Four Weddings with her if Renee was busy.

All this to say, even with Neil’s minuscule wedding expertise, he still has the foresight to tell Matt that choosing the cake’s flavor seems like a very bride and groom sort of job, even if it’s a moot point considering that he’s already said as much a total of three times.

“I know, I know,” Matt tugs on the ends of his hair, eyes wide and frantic. “But we over booked like crazy and Dan has gotta check out something at the venue and my suit fitting’s in like a quarter of an hour and.”

“And you’re desperate?” Neil gathers.

“Completely,” Matt pouts. “And I know that it’s totally last minute and—“

“Okay,” Neil interrupts because he feels like it’s the right thing to say and he’d really rather not listen to Matt actually beg. “I can go for you guys.”

“Really!” Matt beams.

“Of course,” Neil shrugs.

Matt pulls him into a tight hug. “You’re a life saver Neil my man.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Once he leaves Neil pulls out his phone from his sock drawer to text Andrew, asks him if he’d like to tag along.

Andrew: Boyd already paid?

Me: Yes

Andrew: Fine, give me 5.

Suddenly going to this cake tasting doesn’t feel so entirely dreadful.

“Stop looking at the joint like it’s about to swallow you whole,” Andrew toots, absentmindedly thumbs a circle into the hand Neil’s got interlocked into his own. It’s a gentle moment, something casual. It’s one that Neil enjoys the most, brilliant in its simplicity. It makes him feel grounded, feel alive. It reminds him that he can have this now, a life composed of warm smiles and warmer friends and gets to call Andrew his person. His person who makes Neil feel understood and wonderful and abuzz with something so splendid that he can hardly describe it.

“Am not looking at it like that,” Neil sniffs, gives a gentle squeeze to Andrew’s hand, likes the feeling of his touch calluses and soft palms, thinks that Andrew was born to be a walking contradiction and Neil was always meant to find him and hold on tight.

“Don’t tell me you’re not a fan of frills Neil?” Andrew goads, one brow cocked and half his mouth turned up in a smile that isn’t mean, but it’s not nice either. “Princess will have a conniption.”

“Sometimes I really dislike you,” Neil informs him in a deadpan, turns his attention to the brightly smiling redhead who’s welcoming them inside for their appointment.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Andrew says lowly, is close enough so that his hot tendrils of breath skirt against Neil’s neck and blatant enough so the aforementioned redhead starts to blush.

Oh joy.

“Everyone here at Love At First Bite is dedicated to making your special day the most memorable of your lives,” the baker, Madeline, crows as they take their seats, eyes glittering with genuine mirth.

Neil elbow checks Andrew once he catches the grimace passing across his face at the comment, offers Madeline an apologetic grin. The one that always makes Allison pinch his cheek dotingly and Dan give into whatever plan he’s plotting out.

“So you guys take up a lot of weddings huh?” Neil asks her, genuinely curious.

“We’re the top bakery in the city, third year running,” she crows.

“Bet there’s some stiff competition in this wonderful town,” Andrew says wryly, utterly unimpressed. Though Madeline doesn’t seem to notice, only giggles and gets some color in her cheeks once more.

“So I’ve pulled out some slices that we think will fit your wedding perfectly from our conversation last week, let me just grab them from the kitchen.” The door swings shut in her wake and Neil nearly jolts forwards with the realization.

“She thinks ’s our wedding?”

“Hmm,” Andrew glances towards him, molten eyes squinted in confusion.

“Madeline,” Neil begins to clarify. “She thinks that me and you— that we’re, that it’s our— She thinks it’s our wedding.”

“Pretty terrified sounding Neil,” Andrew needles in a menacingly flat tone. “What, the thought of marrying me such a burden?”

Wait, what? No that’s definitely not it! That’s not even close to what Neil was thinking. He doesn’t care that she thinks they’re the grooms, not even slightly. It’s kinda the exact opposite. More like he didn’t even think of the possibility until this moment, and now— well now it’s making him feel disoriented in the best of ways. Like their’s something warm and splendid coiling deep in his stomach and his insides are pulsing with the realness of that possibility.

Neil doesn’t get to tell Andrew as much because Madeline walks in right then, hands filled by carrying a platter of various slices of cake, and sporting an exciting grin all the while.

“So I know you guys were interested in the strawberry shortcake over the phone, but actually our carrot cake is a total favorite from our customers, and I think you two would just adore it!” She says without a moment to breathe between words.

“Whatever,” Andrew huffs, grabs for the plate she’s offering and stabs his fork into the dessert with way more force than necessary.

“You guys are just so cute,” Madeline tells them, glowing as she hands another slice over to Neil. “Congratulations on the upcoming nuptials.”

“Thank you,” Neil says mostly because he knows Andrew isn’t in the mood to make small talk, besides this lady has been nothing but kind and doesn’t deserve their sourness seeping into her day also.

“So I hope I’m not intruding,” Madeline starts, inches closer as she prepares the next set of cakes for them to try. “But what was the proposal like? I always think those are just the most amazing stories from our patrons.”

“Yeah Neil,” Andrew quickly interjects, already having finished his slice and still sulking. “Why don’t you tell the nice lady how you proposed, practically begged, for me to marry you.”

Neil hates it when Andrew gets petty, hopes that the glare he’s directing his way is properly getting across that notion.

“It was quiet.” He ends up telling Madeline, though his eyes never leave Andrew’s face— a face he’s spent countless hours tracing the lines of and memorizing each slope and valley. He use to only map it out with his eyes, but then he somehow— miraculously— got to do so with soft caresses and eventually sure kisses. It’s a beautiful face, Neil’s favorite face. A face he would spend an eon just staring at if Andrew had ever been patient or willing enough to let him.

“Something private?” Madeline surmises, reminds Neil that they actually have company and she’s waiting for him to answer the question at hand.

“Yeah,” Neil nods, slow but sure. “Our friends were all over the place for the holidays, but me and Andrew stayed home, just the pair of us and our cats.” He continues to explain, knows that the best lies always have as much truth as possible mixed into them, and yes, in fact this was their precise situation this year over Christmas. And it was also one of the times that Andrew made it so Neil’s heart blossomed with something remarkable. One of the most recent times he was sure that Andrew was his world.

“I woke up, and I looked at him and I just knew it. So after he woke up and we made breakfast, I just took his hands in mine—“ Neil does that now, hesitantly because he never wants to overstep, but is reassured when Andrew’s own go pliant and he turns ever so slightly towards him. “So I look him straight in the eyes, and I told him that I love him, and I love all he’s brought into my world. I told him that I don’t want anything to ever change between us. We’re the one constant I’ve ever had in my life and I’m thankful for it every day.”

Madeline gushes with her fist pressed to her chest, and Andrew follies a nasty grimace her way for the interruption. Neil doesn’t falter though, just gazes at Andrew, thinks of how he’s always been so enthralled by him. Neil feels it in his bones how he loves him so thoroughly that it takes his breath away.

“Then what,” Andrew prods, words hugged in a tender cadence that probably no one else could pick up on, but Neil recognizes it well, and it makes his chest thud with wanting.

“And then I asked you to marry me, to stay with me till the end of time.”

A pregnant pause spills over them and Neil feels every breath escape his lungs, is only settled down when Andrew tilts his pale head and lets the smallest of grins turn up the corners of his thin lips.

“And I said yes.”

“You said yes,” Neil repeats, equal parts bewildered and amazed.

“Of course I said yes,” Andrew sniffs, but the posturing doesn’t last, his features melting into something so achingly open that Neil wants to kiss him right then and there.

“Oh how precious,” Madeline squawks, and this time it’s Neil who casts her a nasty glare.

They ultimately decide on the chocolate marble cake for the wedding, and as they walk out the bakery— hands still interlocked— Andrew turns to him, slightly smug.

“Pretty sappy shit you thought of on the spot,” Andrew goads, bright and beautiful and the one sure thing Neil’s ever known.

“I wasn’t freaked out that she thought we were married dummy, I was freaked out I hadn’t gotten to ask you myself yet,” Neil tells him, totally indignant.

A thousand emotions suddenly pull at Andrew’s face, settling on an expression that Neil could only ever describe as aw.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, words stripped from any pretense, and gazing at Neil as if he had placed all the stars in the sky. As if he were someone worth that sort of adoration. And God does Neil love him. “Yes or no”

“Yes Andrew, of course yes.”

Andrew’s Arms circle around his neck, and Neil clasps his hands on either side of his narrow waste, and they fit so perfectly that it’s hard not to think of it as fate.

Gingerly, their mouths slant over one another’s, lips cloaked in sugar and tasting like a forever Neil once only dreamed of.

#andreil #andriel #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game #SPILT INK

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine

Erik talking real nasty and the reader can’t take it.

“You got some big ass titties on you. Them bitches look like they got nipples a nigga can suck on all fucking night.”

Why your friend set you up with this horny ass, hoe ass nigga was beyond you. It was a double date and your best friend and roommate from M.I.T set you up with her new boyfriends child hood friend and fellow Annapolis classmate, Erik Stevens.

Tall. Chiseled. Full pouty lips. Eyes like a hawk. Sponge curled fro atop his head. Scruffy facial hair. A real fuck boy for sure.

You weren’t with that shit especially after getting over a break up with your high school sweetheart about five months ago. You vowed to stay single for as long as you needed, and to never allow yourself to get some rebound dick.

Currently, you were all chilling at what appeared to be Erik’s off campus apartment since he was only getting his Doctorate in Engineering. He was around 30, you were only 23 years old. Your friend liked them a lot older, roughly 5 years older and she was 25. While your girl and her man sat on Erik’s balcony sharing a blunt you kept Erik company on his couch within his living room. It was only fair and you weren’t a rude person. Your head was throbbing already from the few sips of hard liquor Erik offered you since you were a light weight.

Rubbing your temples, you secretly scolded yourself for not bringing ibuprofen. His words were clean cut and to the point, throwing you off completely. No man had ever talked to you like that, not even your ex. He really just openly talked about your titties like he was about to get some of that pussy you had.

“What did you just say?” You sounded so embarrassed by his words.

“Girl, you heard what I said,” he took a sip of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you a big titty girl. I like big titty chicks with pretty faces.”

Your eyes left his and cascaded down towards your breasts slowly. Dammit. Your nipples felt like they were jumping. Hard like stone pebbles, obviously visible through your white crop top. You couldn’t hide them things if you wanted to.

“You...you always talk like this when you’re drunk, Erik? What happened to all that science talk?” You we’re enjoying that talk better, or at least that’s the talk you preferred.

“Nah, shit ain’t even hit a nigga yet. Ain’t no way I can get faded from just once glass of Henny.” He chuckled, giving you a teasing smile.

“Well, Id appreciate it if you don’t look at my breasts.” You ask him with an even tone. His eyes were stuck on your face, watching whatever movement you made. He was dissecting you with his sharp eyes. He took in the lie you tried to convince him to believe.

“Well,” he looked at your lips then, “I could talk about how much I wanna suck on that bottom lip cuz it keep pouting like you want me to bite it.”

He leaned back on his elbow while balancing his half empty glass in hand, “Why you uptight? A nigga tryna tell you what he like and you acting like I’m bothering you.”

Closing your eyes you turn to him, fighting the way his voice grew all demanding.

“I’m sorry it’s-its my nerves. I’m...I’m not used to this it’s been a minute, Erik.”

She couldn’t look at him. It was hard to look at his sexy face she couldn’t even push herself.

“Can you at least look at me, Y/N?” His voice was softer and more pleading.

You close your eyes briefly before looking back to him. He had these low domineering eyes, mouth parted like he was thinking about fucking you, hands all warm on your exposed thigh since you wore a pleated skirt that day.

“See? Was that hard?” His voice cracked a little with his laughter, “get comfortable, ma, night ain’t over.”

“Yeah,” you look at the TV screen, some irrelevant show on.

“You wanna listen to music while I blow some trees?” He asked, sitting up fully to pour himself another drink.”

“Sure.” You fold your hands within your lap, fingers twiddling with nerves. Erik looked like he could ruin you. This night was going be a long one. Who knows how much further he planned on taking you with his sharp tongue and hungry eyes. He looked like wanted to eat you alive.

“Your last boyfriend, how he fuck that up?” Erik leaned back into his couch, legs swinging. You try not to react to the way his knees kept hitting the side of your exposed thigh.

“He fell outta love with me apparently.” You laugh to cool off the growing anger you still felt towards it.

“Fell outta love with you?” Erik scrunches his face in distain, “fuck kinda nigga falls outta love with a fine ass girl like you.”

He shook his head with laughter, eyebrows raised, “nigga wildin’ he prolly punching the air right now, prolly thinking about what other niggas want a piece of that lil thang you got.”

He said that shit so casually, rolling up his blunt and rapping to the music from his latest trap music playlist. You just studied the side profile of his sexy face,

The Damn dimples.

Jesus take the wheel.

“He’s missing me alright,” you spoke before you could stop yourself, “He’s been blowing up my phone, telling me he miss me.” Your eyes rolled to the ceiling.

“Oh yeah?” Erik leans into the couch, licking the blunt to seal it, “I bet you used to put it on him.”

You could feel your lips go tight from restraint.

“What made you come to that conclusion?” You we’re finding yourself to be curious as to what he had to say next. This Erik was something else.

“Like, you must have that real good pussy to have a nigga missing you.”

I mean, you might be shy but that didn’t mean your shit wasn’t golden.

“You didn’t deny it either,” he laughs, “I like that. I think I just found out some shit I needed to know.”

You shake your head, licking your lower lip to fight a blush. Erik caught that, sitting up straighter now. He took you by your thigh, pulling you closer to him so that you were sitting in his lap. You didn’t object but your body was so rigid.

“Damn, why you so stiff, ma?” His hand rubbed along your back all soft and soothing.

“You just- it’s nothing.” You shake it away, looking around the room timidly.

“You shy with me?”

He knew the answer to that already but he wanted to toy with you. That’s clearly his thing, toying with chicks. You didn’t want to admit that to this experienced man but damn.

“You just...I’ve never had a man talk to me like this so...”

“That’s a fucking shame. I’d talk like this to you any chance I get. I got a serious thing for letting a woman know what I want.”

His thumb stroked the side of your leg. It was so delicate but it held an edge to it. You take a chance and look at him, his eyes magnetic with yours. It was too much. You couldn’t imagine yourself underneath him while he beat into your pussy something serious. He didn’t play about that it seems.

“You like sitting in my lap, Y/N?”

You simply nod your head.

“You feel this?”

You didn’t know what he meant at first but then the solid firmness of his dick that had to be long and fat rested between your ass through your skirt. Sheesh. He was a big one. You didn’t even have to touch it to know. If things ever went far with the both of you how in the hell were you supposed to take that?

“Erik,” you close your eyes, pushing at his chest. He was giving off too much and that shit was making you feel real bold at the moment. You wanted to get on your knees with curiosity and see what he was hiding away in his jeans.

“My guess is you ain’t used to that,” he rubbed at the back of your neck with his finger tips, “if you let me get to know you I can help you out, I’m a good teacher, ma.” He made his dick jump again and you close your eyes, lower lip trembling.

“Shid, you can’t be used to all that. You look like you need to be opened up some.”

The gasp that left your mouth was loud and clear. He was straight up nasty.

“Why are you so freaky?!” You ask with pure shock. Since this never happened to you it stroked your curiosity. He had a way with words. Very persuasive.

He smiles up at you, dimples deep, “I been wanting your little ass since I saw you around campus, girl.”

You blushed deeply, biting your lip while your clit jumped in your wet panties, thighs squirming.

“I was thinking like, damn the shit I would do to her little thick ass,”

“What?” You asked with glossy eyes. You wanted him to keep talking. No matter how much you couldn’t take it he just needed to keep talking to you like that.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked while his head was already leaning in.

“Yes, please,” you were telling him without a second thought. Damn, that was quick.

He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling moans from you before clashing his mouth to yours. The taste of the liquor on his tongue mixed with his saliva was a taste you now craved. He had the back of your head while his lips did dangerous things.

“Mmhmm, so fucking sexy. You gonna let me finger that tight pussy with these?” He held up his fingers, all fat and smooth with manicured nails. He could dig them things deep in you anytime. He asked you because he knew from the size of them they would have your ass crying.

“Yes,” you whisper, thighs rubbing to gain some kind of friction.

“You sure? I know I’m not dealing with just any pussy, Y/N. You look like you need to be opened up though. Shit prolly micro mini.” He laughs again and that only makes you blush with arousal.

“I said yes,” you speak with slight irritation. You already gave into his fine ass but he clearly wanted you to beg.

“Then open that pussy up.”

You open your legs, wet panties cooling from the air. Erik places his hand there, rubbing up and down before peeking lower, pulling your panties to the side while your wet folds slipped out.

“Damn, that shit is straight dripping. You always get this wet little mama?”

He was driving you crazy. The fact that he called you little mama or little baby because you were younger than him made you weak and fucking horny. Erik spread you open, his eyes closing.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He shook his head, biting his bounty bottom lip.

“I couldn’t wait to bring you back to my place, you wearing the fuck out this little school girl shit, tryna tease a nigga.”

You whispered softly at how gushy your pussy was at the moment. This man had a way with words. It was as if he hypnotized you.

“You ready for all this mature dick, huh? After I’m done with your pretty ass I’ll have you regretting being with that nigga in the first place. You gon’ take some good dick.”

Mature dick meant big ass dick that would have you paralyzed from the waist down. Dick that he would have to fit into your tight pussy and make open up for him. A dick that would have your walls tugging and sucking in every inch, stretching you out beautifully.

“Erik,” you looked fully aroused and your skin was covered in sweat. This shit had you hot and ready to fuck. You told yourself you wouldn’t do this but it was Erik. You couldn’t help yourself. His fingers teased your pussy lips that were swollen and sensitive. You could cum just like that and the whimpers you were making only made him keep it up.

“Easy baby, easy. I’m not going no where. We got all the time in the world, little mama.”

Erik’s dick jumped, it felt thicker and it only made you get wetter. How many stages of growth did his dick have? You shuttered.

“It’s okay, you’ll be sitting on Daddy’s dick real soon.”

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #black panther killmonger #erik killmonger #nahimjustfeelingit-writes

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mytinyislandofcalm · 4 years ago

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Day 7 - Saturday July 25th - Free choice. Be creative! Fan art, videos, edits, fics - anything you like to celebrate Keenler!

Last but not least - A Keenler FanFic! Enjoy :) @keenlerweek @aussieokie @alyblacklist

2 Days. It's been 2 days since he took her from him.

He didn't know where she was

And he blamed himself for it.

"Uncle Donnie, I can't sleep...!" Agnes pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Come on sweetheart I'll tuck you in." He picked her up and carried her into the bed.

"Uncle Donnie... Where is Mommy?" His heart stopped for a second. What should he tell her? Hey Agnes your mom was kidnapped because of me?

"I actually don't know Munchkin" he said "But we are trying everything to find her, I promise you she'll be back soon"

"When is she coming back.. I miss her!"

He knew he had to change the subject

" Aha little Miss, So you don't like me, hm? I get it know!" he started tingling her

"Nooo Nooo" she started giggling "You are my favourite Uncle!"

"I most certainly hope so!" he said while looking at her

She looked just like Liz, she had her eyes, her hair and her laugh. Almost everything reminded him of her and how badly he wanted her back.

He was up all night trying to find another way to save her, bring her back to Agnes. Bring her back to him but he couldn't think clearly. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her.

Next Morning he dropped Agnes of at school and went to the Post Office.

When he arrived he saw Reddington arguing with Cooper.

"I have to tell him" he thought. He said No Cops but Reddington was not a cop and he was the only chance to save Liz.

"If you hear something from Elizabeth, anything- I want you to call me, I will get her out myself" Reddington said while putting his fedora hat on.

He walked towards Ressler and noticed he had something to say.

before Ressler could say anything, Reddington pulled him in the elevator: "Not here, Donald"

"Talk "he said while approaching his Car.

Ressler took a deep breath: " There was guy a partner I worked with.

We were really good friends until I discovered that he was corrupt. He took the Money from the Myers Syndicate who we were investigating at that point of time. I reported it and we breached his apartment. He had his friends from the Kartell over and then a shooting started."

As He looked over to Reddington, he was calm ,waiting for him to continue.

" In that shooting his wife was killed and he blames me for it... His name is Ma-"

"Marcus Hale" Reddington sighed.

Ressler was confused,"How do you kn-"

" He is a Blacklister. Did he reach out to you?"

"Yes, he wants the List of the agents who were with me that day. I am supposed to text him on this number" He showed Reddington the number. " But I don't have access to that file."

"Thank you Donald, That’s all I need to know" he pointed at the door" You may leave now"

" You know where she is don't you?"

" I may have a slightest idea."

"No, No" Ressler laughed sarcastically." I'm not going anywhere. You know where she is and I am going with you, there is no Way I am leaving now, She is my partner"

"Are you sure that’s the only reason you want to come Donald?"

Ressler never wanted to admit it. Deep down he always knew, that what he felt for her was more than just friendship. Now that she is missing he is starting to see things clearly. He is in love with her, he always was and now she is kidnapped because of him.

"Donald? Donald! Are you even listening?"

"Yeah, Sorry You were saying?

"I said text him that you have the file"

"But I don't have it"

" Oh Donald always so stiff. Have you ever heard of the Word lying? That's something you do whe-"

"Don't push it Reddington." Ressler took his phone and started typing. "What if it’s too late? „he thought. "What if they've killed her already? „ That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

The message was sent.

"What now" Ressler asked with a shaky Voice. He hated that he was so weak.

He hated that she made him weak. Ressler needed to be strong. for her.

"Now ? Now we wait!" Reddington said.

Not even five minutes later his phone rang.

Ressler looked at Reddington.

"Pick up and put it on speaker"

"Ressler? He answered the phone.

" Oh Don, I knew you would make the right decision. She is quite important to you isn't she?

"Where is Elizabeth Keen?" He asked. He knew he couldn't show too much emotion.

" Bring me the file and you will get her back"

" I need to know if she is alive. Let me talk to her"

" Fine Donnie"

A few seconds later they heard a heavy breathing from the phone : " Ressler?"

Her Voice. Hearing her voice knowing that she was alive took a little Pressure of his chest. But hearing the pain in her Voice made him want to scream.

Red and Dembe were also relieved.

" Thank God Liz! Jesus are you alright ?! Did he hurt you?!"

" Ressler" she said. Her voice broke. " Don't give him the file. He will kill me any-"

" Uh Oh I am afraid Times up Donnie" You want to see her? BRING ME THE GODDAMN FILE"

" But where the hell are we going to meet Marcus?"

"You will find out soon enough!" Marcus said and hung up.

"Damn it ! Damn it! DAMN ITT!" Ressler shouted.

" Calm Down Agent Ressler!" Dembe said

" Calm Down? CALM DOWN!? Did you hear her? She is going to die because of me!"

Liz had been kidnapped often before but this Time. This Time he promised he would protect her. He was her island of calm and he let her down. Reddington remained silent. He was extremely mad and afraid of losing Elizabeth, because he knew. He knew what revenge could make a person do. And Marcus Hale needed that Revenge. Badly.

" He texted!" Ressler interrupted his thought.

" What does the Text say?"

"It’s an address: 5483 Pickford Road. D.C at 6 pm, What are we going to do now?"

" You Donald, are going home. There is still plenty of time left."

" And you ? What are you going to do?"

" Me? I am going to get that file. Goodbye Donald!

At home Ressler couldn't sit tight. He picked up Agnes from school. He had to bring her someplace safe before their meeting with Hale.

"Aram Mojtabai?"

"Hey Aram ? I need a favour."

"Agent Ressler? Sure What is it?"

"Could you watch Agnes for tonight? I have an important meeting"

"Sure! I will pick her up, Uhm Agent Ressler? Is it about Agent Keen? Is she safe? did you find her?

"Not yet. But I hope she will be soon..."

Shortly After Aram picked up Agnes.

Ressler got a phone call from Nick's Pizza.

"Donald, Its Time. I am in front of your apartment. Get there." after that he hung up.

Ressler immediately made his way to Reds car.

" Reddington, Did you get the file"

" Of Course I did well it’s not exactly a file its an USB Stick, Dembe ? Did you call Baz, Chuck and Morgan for backup?"

"Yes Raymond I did. There are all in position."

Ressler was a nervous wreck inside. He must have looked that way because Reddington said: " We are going to get her out safely."

Ressler remembered the first time that he thought she was dead. His whole world broke apart back then. He didn't want to no; he couldn't lose her again.

Dembe suddenly stopped the car.

“Agent Ressler, you have to go alone from here”

“ Donald there is a listening and tracking device in the Stick, so we will be knowing what is happening and where you are going. Good Luck”

Ressler took a deep breath and went to the meeting point. After a few minutes a guy with sunglasses came towards him. “Agent Donald Ressler? Come with me.”

They went into a Warehouse. Ressler looked around and then he saw her. She was wearing a dress. A dress which looked familiar to him. There where 5 to 10 men surrounding them but he only had eyes for her.

“Liz..” he whispered again. But this Time he finally had her in his arms. He gently stroked her back. She started crying and Ressler felt so helpless but he finally had her back. He kissed her eyes, her cheek and her forehead. A little embarrassed by his outward affection he pulled away and his eyes dropped to her dress. He couldn´t stop thinking about the dress which looked so awfully familiar.

“Donnie! My dear friend ! Long Time No see huh? “. Ressler protectively put himself in front of Liz.

“ Do you have the File? “

“ Listen Marcus. This is how its gonna go. I will hand you the file and you will let me and Elizabeth go. You hear me?”

“Fine, and now give it to me.”

“I don´t like this. He agreed too fast . Dembe call the others we have to move.”

Marcus looked at the file. Then he nodded. Two guards came from behind and grabbed Ressler.

“ I’m sorry Don. Change of plans” he took Liz by her Arm. She would fight, but she had no power.

“GET YOUR FRICKING HANDS OF HER OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL-“

“You will what? Kill me? I think this will be a little hard in your.. Position” Marcus laughed.

“Donnie, what I have been meaning to ask you… Does this dress look familiar ?

“Take. Your Hands. Off. Her”

“Yeah No. I am not gonna do that. But remember this dress? This is the dress, my wife wore when YOU KILLED HER! And I am going to the same thing to her what you did to my wife. What you did TO ME!

It was those words that made ressler pause. Hanging in the hair were the words that defined how he really felt for Liz. The same value of Marcus's wife.

Ressler’s Heart stopped. They were going to kill her. Another friend of his was going to take the Life of the woman he loved.

“ No. Please! Marcus! You can´t do this ! Please! Take me! She has nothing to do with this please!”

“No; No killing you will not give me the satisfaction . I want to see you suffer.”

Ressler made attempts to wriggle out of the guards’ grip. But he failed. He screamed, he shouted, he begged. But nothing helped. Tears came out of his eyes. I realized, that this was the moment he could lose her. She couldn’t go without knowing.

“I LOVE YOU, LIZ” he said under tears. “I love you. I love you: I LOVE YOU” he repeated like his mantra.

In between her tears and struggles Liz stopped at his words. Her eyes caught Ressler's and her eyebrows furrowed. She'd never seen him like this.

Liz wanted to say something but suddenly there was a shot. One of the guards that was holding him fell to the ground. Soon after the other one went down.

Ressler reacted fast. He took the gun and shot two other guards. As he looked back he didn’t just see Reds Team. Harold and Park were standing there backing them up. Only Marcus was left. But he held a gun on to Liz’s head.

“Well If I am going to be arrested anyway, I can still do the thing I was planning to do. Any last words; Agent Keen?”

Liz cried. Ressler had never seen her this vulnerable.

“ Ressler, I lo-“ A shot.

Marcus fell on the ground. Dead. Liz fell on to her knees sobbing and crying. Ressler told her that he loved her. She couldn´t even say how long she wanted to hear him say that. He came over to her and hugged her. “Shhh, Its gonna be fine. I am right here.”

“ I -love..” she tried to say. “ I lo…”

“I know. I know. It’s okay.

“ Donald. There is an ambulance outside. Get her checked and drive her to your apartment. She can’t be alone tonight.”

After getting checked. Ressler drove her to his apartment.

“Where is Agnes?” Liz asked while taking her coat off.

“She is with Aram” They looked at each other. Not saying anything.

“Look what I said earlier I-“ He was interrupted by her lips. She stopped thinking in that momemt. His lips were warm and soft. She felt safe. A feeling she didn’t have for a while. Ressler was still in shock.

Realizing what was happening, Ressler responded the kiss. His was hand was cupping her neck while his arm was pulling her as close as possible. She pulled back just to look at him again. His eyes were vulnerable, but relieved, you could see how badly he wanted her.

Ressler broke the kiss again but before Liz could start protesting, she felt his lips kissing her jawline down to her neck. Her Hands moved into his hair when she pulled him up to kiss him again.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this” Ressler said between the kisses.

But just as he said those words he realised what a long day it must have been for Liz and resisted kissing her more.

“As much I would like to continue this Liz, you have to go and rest. You can use the shower, or the bathtub.”

“Thank you."

Her face was flushed and she pulled back a lock of her hair from her face. Before she walked away she added, "Oh and Don? I love you too”

#keenler #elizabeth keen #keenlerweek #donald ressler #keenler week #the blacklist #fanfic

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eatsleepandsupernatural · 4 years ago

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Saved - Chapter Five

Pairings: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angry Dean

Word Count: 1679

A/N: Hi Guys! I am so super sorry that this took so long to post. I have been struggling with Covid and my brain turned to mush. I wasn’t able to write for a few weeks and I feel so terribly about it. I really hope you’ll forgive me and that you enjoy this next chapter as much as I do. I promise I didn’t forget about you!💜 I’ll try my hardest to get the next chapter to you sooner this time.

We are having a second wave in Victoria (where I live) after the cases slowed down to almost as little as 3 daily nationwide across Australia and everyone is freaking out. People are stockpiling toilet paper again!!

Tags: @goddessofmischiefs @akshi8278 @flutistbyday2020

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

"You have a lot of explaining to do Omega."

The words vibrated around in your skull and you froze unsure of how to respond. Dean looked so angry, his eyes were dark, and his hands were clenched into fists by his sides. You remained silent, unsure of what to say, much too cautious of making him angrier. You could feel his fury and worry, swirling in a fit of confusion as he struggled to relax. "Speak." Dean broke the silence, his voice hard and unwavering. "What do you want me to say?" "Why you ran away would be an excellent place to start." You struggled to maintain eye contact while you tried to form an answer, "I didn't think you wanted me." Dean's eyes flashed, alerting you to the struggle he was having controlling his anger. "Why the hell would you think that!?" The alpha pheromones that Dean was emitting were filling the room, his fury and rejection suffocating you. Your head dropped to the floor in shame as you cursed yourself for leaving for the hundredth time. You had misread the situation effectively hurting everybody as a result. Your voice meek and your eyes glued to the floor, you replied with as much confidence you could muster, "I overheard your conversation with Cas, you were going to send me away." Dean's reply was not immediate, and you could feel his eyes scrutinising you as he contemplated what to say next. "So you thought you would run away? That doesn't make sense." "I figured I would leave before you had a chance to send me away. I have been hurt too many times." Dean growled in response, and your eyes were drawn to his fisted hands, his skin stretched so thin over his knuckles that the white of the bones was showing. "(Y/N), things are really complicated at the moment, and I was worried about your safety. There's a very bad angel out there that wants to hurt us. I don't know what I would do if he were to hurt you. The idea of sending you to Jody's has been tossed around because at least there you wouldn't be here. In no way, was I rejecting the bond that I share with you Omega." Dean's voice deepened as he spoke, something you noticed happened quite a bit when he was angry. It seemed that your explanation did nothing to calm down the Alpha standing in front of you, and you fought back the instinct to run away. "But you, Omega, running away like that, were you not rejecting the bond that we shared?" Of course, he was still mad. He probably thought you didn't want him. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you stepped forward and stretched your arms out to embrace him. You knew no words would make up for the pain you caused him, but at least a hug would show him that it wasn't your intention to hurt him. Dean melted into your hug instantly and you all your thoughts floated away, your troubles seeming obsolete while tucked in your Alpha's tight embrace. Being so close to him calmed you, and you allowed yourself to get lost in his woodsy scent. Dean broke the hug too early by grabbing hold of your wrist in his warm, calloused hand. "Let's go." He said gruffly, pulling you along behind him. "What? Where are we going?" You didn't fight as Dean gently led you out of your room and down the hallway, but you remained on alert. "There's been a change of plans, you won't be using this room anymore." Your eyes widened in surprise as Dean opened the door to his own room and closed it behind you, shutting out the rest of the world. "I d-don't understand, w-why now?" You surprised yourself by stuttering, and you couldn't stop the warm blush from taking over your cheeks. Dean approached you slowly like a predator would its prey, and you took careful steps backwards, unsure of what your Alpha had planned, the image of early accident flashed in your mind. You gasped in surprise when your back hit the solid wall, and you took a deep breath in an attempt to control your erratic breathing. Dean's eyes flashed brightly as he took in your vulnerable position, and he raised his arms, placing his hands against the wall either side of your head. Your heart raced in your chest, and an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach drove you to close your eyes. You realised that what you were feeling was not fear, but anticipation and that this was utterly different from the incident in the alley. After a deep breath and some positive self-talk, you opened your eyes to meet Dean's deep green ones. He was observing you, unmoving, but you could see that he was fighting control. He arms were shaking almost imperceptibly either side of you, his jaw locked. You gave him what you hoped was a confident smile and took one step forward, closing the gap between you. You wanted to show Dean that you were okay and that you accepted him. You knew that you were going to be apologising for the rest of your life. The step was all Dean needed, and you watched with wide eyes as he leant down towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, challenging you to back out. You didn't. You stood still and waited impatiently as Dean hovered a mere inch away from your lips. He pulled his hands away from the wall to cup your face, his thumb brushed your bottom lip slowly, and an unfamiliar tension built in your core. Your own hands were in fists, and your stomach was doing somersaults, all you wanted to do was close the distance and kiss him, but you didn't have the courage. It felt like minutes were passing as his hands slowly moved up and down your arms and across your stomach, teasingly brushing the waistband of your jeans. You were unable to hold back the whine that escaped, and Dean's smirk was immediate. Before you had time to blush, Dean's lips were on yours and all thoughts dissipated. His lips were so incredibly soft against your own, and he kissed all rational thoughts and irrational fears away. Dean pushed you back into the wall and deepened the kiss, he gently nibbled your bottom lip and ran his tongue against it, asking for entrance. After a moment of deliberation, you gave it to him, and unlike you, he didn't hesitate. He explored your mouth carefully and slowly leaving a taste of whiskey in your mouth, and for the first time in your life, you actually liked it. He massaged your tongue with his own, and your head spun, his kiss was dizzying. He pulled back and kissed the tip of your nose, his eyes wide with excitement, the smell of lust swirling around the room. "As far as first kisses go…" "That was amazing." You finished, breathless and high on the taste of your Alpha. You dropped your head onto his chest and focussed on slowing your breathing, overwhelmed and all of a sudden exhausted. The quiet that followed was enough to send your mind into overdrive. You were in Dean's room, leaning against his chest, after a toe-curling kiss and you had no idea what was supposed to happen next. You had no control over your heart which sped up against your will, and you pulled away from Dean in fear that he would notice and kept your eyes glued to the ground. The yawn that you were fighting back brought on another string of thoughts that was no help in calming your heart. You had never shared a bed before and standing here in Dean's room made your new relationship with him feel all too real. "Here, have a shower and can change into these", Dean said, breaking you away from your thoughts. You looked up to meet his gaze and took the clothes he was holding out to you. Muttering a quiet thanks, you shot out of the room and took a deep breath to steady yourself. The shower was hot, and you hadn't realised how much you had missed taking them until you were standing under the stream of water. You didn't dawdle though, a need in your stomach had you out of the shower as soon as you were clean. The clothes Dean had given you were the same ones he had leant you the first night you stayed in the bunker and you were comforted by his scent. Shame built as you thought over the past few days and you began to doubt whether you would be able to make up for your actions. Now that you were back at the bunker, you soon realised how selfish you had been and wished that you had just talked to him about it. Maybe all that the last few days proved was that you weren't good enough for Dean after all. You shook your thoughts away and opened the door to Dean's room. He was sitting on his bed in his pyjamas, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of your entrance, he stood up and placed his phone on his bedside table. "Time for bed." Apprehension had you faltering at the idea of getting into bed with Dean, nervous about taking this step in your relationship. Dean's encouraging and gentle smile was enough to have you slowly climbing into bed. He got in beside you and switched off the lamp that illuminated the room, leaving you both in the warm darkness. After ten minutes of lying flat on your back stiff as a board, Dean had not tried to touch you and was breathing heavily, seeming to have fallen asleep. You allowed yourself to relax and rolled onto your side away thinking of what tomorrow would bring. As sleep finally took you, you felt a secure arm wrap around your waist and Dean's warm body encircling your own.

Chapter 6

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“SIX IDOLS” – “SPRINT DREAM” (Part 3)

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

* Part 01 / Part 02

An hour after the start of "Sprint Dream Live", the heat in the Tsubakimon Dome was visibly increasing. At the same time as the entrance began, a group of fans flowed into the audience seats like a flood, and they began to furnish the place with posters, posters and items with each of the recommended men drawn. At the same time, fans are excited about the upcoming festival and are looking at the stage with shining eyes.

To meet that expectation, a scene similar to a battlefield was unfolding in the backyard of the stage.

"The president has arrived at Shikaido Station! We will move on to Sequence B!"

"The target has been set at point B! We will wait until the president picks it up!"

In the temporary monitor room with the sign "Headquarters for the execution of the president's return plan", a part of the backyard, reports were constantly being raised.

The purpose of this headquarters is to fully support the return of Munakata. The staff involved are elite to make the "return plan" successful, from organizing and contacting various locations, managing the schedule, passing on traffic information and understanding Munakata's current position.

In one of the compounds in the panel, his current position is always displayed by the Munakata PDA tracking system. Awashima asks the staff while looking at them with a tight gaze.

"What is the progress of the plan?"

"It is 2 minutes and 15 seconds late, but it is within expectations. Currently, the Sequence C execution unit is moving. We will get to Point C on time."

"So…"

Awashima occupies a small area and looks at the monitor.

The plan is going well. At this rate, he can be in time for the opening ceremony, even if it's at the last minute. Unless something unexpected happens.

"Deputy Director Awashima."

Awashima looks around in a loose voice, rolling her shoulders.

Fushimi Saruhiko was as if he was leaning against the monitor room door.

He is the star idol of "Promotion Scepter 4", which is the center of the popular "Shoumutai" unit. Many fans were fascinated by the lonely atmosphere, and about 30% of the customers who packed the dome today are looking for him.

Awashima opens her mouth as she calmly looks at Fushimi.

"Fushimi. You should be in the final stages of doing a "Dream Corps."

"If the president is late, there won't be any 'Shoumutai', right?"

Awashima's beautiful eyebrows drew a dangerous angle.

“The plan is on the right track. You do not have to worry about that."

Fushimi laughs. It was an annoying laugh.

"Isn't there a countermeasure in case we run out of the star? Do you really think he can pull it off?"

"What do you mean?"

Fushimi casually pulled his hand out of his pocket and tossed what he was holding to Awashima. Awashima takes it deftly.

It is a recording medium in the form of a micro card.

"If you don't, I will. I made a new list of songs. If the president is late, I will."

Awashima's expression becomes more and more pronounced in a throwing tone. She squeezes the recording medium and she says quietly.

"Do you think I will receive this?"

"If you don't need it, you can throw it away. I can't bear to expose ourselves to that person's mistakes."

Awashima quickly waved her arm and threw the recording medium back.

"President…"

Fushimi deftly accepts that which came back like a bullet. Awashima, looking at the stagnant eyes behind the glasses as if shooting.

"I will not make any mistakes."

"Sorry."

Fushimi shrugged slightly and went back to his place. Looking back at Awashima over his neck.

"Well, tell me if you need it."

With that alone, Fushimi left the monitor room.

Awashima stared at the monitor room door for a while, staring into his eyes. It's like doing it is a protest against Fushimi.

It's not that she doesn’t understand what Fushimi is saying.

Believing is different from believing blindly. Fushimi's view that he assumes the worst and take countermeasures is entirely correct.

However, Awashima did not receive that song list. She refused to even see it and turned around.

She felt that receiving it would be a distrust of Munakata, who had confirmed that he would be on time.

"The president has reached point C! Collection complete!"

"We have started to move! The plan is going well!"

Awashima muttered unknowingly, listening to the reports that came in one after another.

"President, be careful."

Those words were like a prayer.

++++++++++

That day, Yuri Yamazaki (26) was vaguely in front of Shikaido station.

She works in a product store managed directly by "Promotion Scepter 4". It was supposed to be closed today due to the shift, but she got an urgent call from her boss about 5 minutes ago. She had no particular plan, and she was quick to get to this point because she was drawn to a pretty good vacation assignment.

Anyway, Yuri thinks.

It was a strange call. Being with the bicycle in front of the station instead of the store.

Apparently, they told her to lend the bike to someone, but they did not tell him who to lend it to and only told her the time of the meeting. It would be profitable to get a vacation allowance on this alone, but Yuri checks her cell phone while deeply thinking that she would complain if she was forced to do something else.

Seeing the displayed time, she sighed.

The "Sprint Dream Live Tour" will begin soon. Like most idol shop clerks, she is a fan of “Promotion Scepter 4.” She decided to work at an idol shop because she loved idols.

However, just because she is an employee doesn't mean there are benefits. Controls in that area are tight, and the clerk who secretly secured her own live ticket was sometimes ill. She must take the ticket herself, and if the lottery is lost, the schedule may disappear from the vacation she got, just like the current situation.

Two minutes have passed since the specified time.

"I wonder... if he's late, can I contact him?"

She doesn’t know, the murmur leaks out. After 5 minutes, she will contact the store manager. Thinking of that, she suddenly looked up.

And she doubts her eyes.

Someone was running from the street in front of the station, at tremendous speed. He easily overtook the next bike and came closer. Yuri instinctively tried to back away.

However, when she saw the man's face, she doubted her sanity.

"Ah, President?"

What she unwittingly said was the nickname of Reisi Munakata, the representative of "Promotion Scepter 4" and "Idol King". Naturally, it spread from the case where the idols under his command called him "President."

Faced with the stiff lily, Munakata strode over to a halt. He exhales a little and smiles at Yuri.

"Excuse me, are you a store clerk?"

"Eh, yes!"

Her voice shook. Feel the blood of her entire body concentrate on her face. The reason is that Yuri Yamazaki's favorite idol is Reisi Munakata.

Half in panic, she yells out the questions that come to mind.

"But why are you here?! What happened to the 'Sprint Dream Live Tour'?"

"I'm having a little problem and I've taken a different route than normal. Don't worry, I'll be in time for the opening."

She felt as if the blood that had risen through her head was coming down this time.

In other words, it is an emergency. Yuri was a fan and she knew how confusing it would be to be late for the opening ceremony. Perplexity, pain, disappointment. Just imagining being there, the pain felt like its own.

Yuri rushes up and says.

"Is there anything I can do?!"

“Lend me the bicycle. It's enough."

Yuri blushed again. If she thinks about it again, it was probably all part of the plan coming here. It is not a feat for the Munakata representative to give instructions to the directly administered office.

"Please..."

"Thank you."

Munakata straddled the bike without showing any pretense of noticing Yuri's tension. Somehow, it was an unattainable sight. The King of Idols, who can only be seen on TV or on stage, sits astride her bike.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going."

"Oh, yeah!"

Yuri instinctively stopped Munakata who was trying to get out.

Munakata looks at Yuri with his foot on the pedal. She held her breath with a mysterious look.

("Please sign.")

She had to desperately suppress that desire that came to her mind. Hasn’t she just found out it's an emergency? There is no second chance. And yet, unable to say such a silly request, that embarrassment forced Yuri's awkward smile and false words.

"Please do your best. I support you!"

Munakata, however, was looking at Yuri's face with calm eyes that looked through all her smile and strength. Munakata laughed lightly at Yuri, who suddenly became flustered and reached into her pocket.

"What should I write?"

"Eh?"

"I have a pen, but I don't really have colored paper. It's not in good taste with a notepad."

Yuri blinked many times. The feeling of regret, even the time she was wandering and wondering why him could see through her desires made her stiff.

Yuri handed him the PDA she was holding in her outstretched hand to Munakata. With her voice asking "Is it okay here?", she was fascinated by the magically moving pen. She picked up the PDA again, looking at the Munakata signature written there, and it was like a soliloquy.

"Why...?"

"I am an idol."

Munakata's response, as well as their relationship, was open and frozen.

"Idols live up to the expectations of their fans. My job is to capture your expectations."

"......"

"Good luck then. Thank you for your continued support."

With a courteous greeting, Munakata pedaled off the road in no time.

Yuri holds her PDA to her chest while watching him back. She murmured in an emotional voice, promising to turn it into a relic, and she was about to buy a new one.

"President, I will follow you for the rest of my life!"

To be continue…

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