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marlynnofmany · 2 years ago

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Schrödinger’s Poison

Mending the spaceship’s extra cargo net was difficult. Too many strands. I held a couple in my teeth while both hands struggled with the rest, and it wasn't enough. I was considering getting my feet involved (or maybe a crewmate) when I heard excited voices in the hallway.

“Welcome back! Find anything good?”

“Yes! I met someone who wanted the expired heatpacks!”

“What, seriously?”

“You owe me a shrimp stick. Pay up.”

Good-natured grumbling followed. I was pretty sure these were the Frillian twins, who looked like fishy bodybuilders with a fashion sense that always caught me off guard. Either drapey veils and skirts, matching their own flowy fins, or strategically placed stretchy bands. No middle ground. And they were very competitive.

“What did they even want with old heatpacks? You told them they were expired, right?”

“Of course I did! You think I would cheat like that?”

The indignant one was Blip, I was pretty sure, the female of the pair — or the closest thing to female, since their species seemed to handle gender a little differently than humans did. Her brother was Blop.

“Ah, ‘course not,” he admitted. “What are they going to use them for, though?”

“Something about separating the components and putting them to other uses. But look what I got in trade! Human food that’s not expired!”

I looked up at that, mouth still full of cords, but of course the cargo bay door blocked my view. I listened, though.

“What kind is — OH, GET IT AWAY!”

“What? Why?”

I froze, just as curious.

“Do you know how many humans that stuff kills every cycle??”

“What are you talking about?” Blip demanded. “It’s food. It says so right here.”

“Don’t touch me with it! Put it in the containment chamber and get yourself scanned for poison!”

I wove quickly, rushing to finish so I didn’t lose my place; we needed all the nets, and we hadn’t been able to get a new one at the space station; this was important; but Oh man, what do they have out there?

“Humans are omnivores who eat anything! How is this deadly?” Blip was demanding when a new voice arrived.

“What’s the shouting?” asked Paint, her usual cheer dampened by worry. I could just picture her with hands clasped anxiously and her scaly tail held stiff: the very picture of lizardlike concern.

“That’s poison!”

“It’s food!”

“Poisonous food!”

Any hope I had of Paint calming things down was dashed when she asked for a closer look, then slammed into the cargo bay door in her panic to jump back. “I’ve heard of that! It killed an ambassador!”

“See? I told you—”

“We need to get you both scanned, and maybe me too,” Paint said, hyperventilating already. “Maybe the whole ship! Is it airborne? CAPTAIN! CAPTAAAIN!”

I threw the net to the floor and lunged for the door button. It banged open and startled Paint even more; she spun from where she’d been about to dash off in a streak of orange scales.

“What is it?” I demanded, making the pair of Frillians back up a step. I probably looked like some unhinged demon, slamming out of the bay like that. They were both wearing veritable clouds of neon green silks, so the surprise was at least a little bit mutual.

Blip held a jar over her shoulder, clearly torn between showing me the label and keeping it at a safe distance. I squinted, expecting alcohol or some unregulated drug.

Spaceman Spiff’s Chunky Peanut Butter, said the label.

I stared for a long moment, while everyone was silent. Then I’m afraid I startled them all by bursting into laughter.

“It’s not poisonous!” I managed to say.

“But it killed an ambassador!” Paint objected. “I read the report!”

“I am sorry to hear that,” I said, leaning against the wall for support. “The ambassador was allergic to peanuts.”

It took a bit of explaining, and I had to go over it all again when Captain Sunlight came running up, but I did get things settled.

“I can’t believe there are humans allergic to food,” Blip said. “I’ve heard of overreactions to mild toxins and venoms, but really, food? From your own planet?”

“Yup,” I said, putting out a hand for the peanut butter. “Not me, though. I like peanuts.” The jar was a hefty one, manufactured for long voyages. “We can still scan it to run through the medical systems, just in case one of you guys might react badly to it. But it’s not officially toxic.”

“Well, that is good to hear,” said Captain Sunlight, standing as tall as her little lizardy frame allowed. “How about you do that now, and anyone who came in contact with it goes along?”

Blip and Blop agreed immediately, not needing Paint’s waving hands to usher us down the hall.

I looked over my shoulder at Paint as I walked. “Once we get everybody checked out, you should try some. It’s good on toast.”

“Toasted what?” Paint asked, still shooing away.

“Bread.”

“Oh no,” she said. “I heard about that ‘pizza’ you talked people into eating on Kamm’s ship!”

“Some of them liked it!” I objected.

“Not Bopburt.”

“No, not Bopburt,” I admitted. “But this is totally different. Thanks for getting it, Blip!” I turned to wave the jar at the Frillian in the lead.

“My pleasure,” she said, and it almost sounded like she meant it.

“Want to try some once it’s safe?”

“No, I do not.”

“Your loss.”

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The ongoing adventures of backstory for this book! More to come.

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dream0fschism · 2 years ago

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Can you write soap fingering reader till she can't take it anymore im begging you 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

you see

i love johnny and i love fingering. perfect!

here you go honey.

Your favourite thing about Johnny had always been his eyes.

Your second favourite thing about him was his spontaneity.

He never failed once to take you by surprise with his sexual endeavours... and you never refused them.

You'd been sat in his lap, innocently, with one of his hands snaked around your waist comfortably and the other resting over one of your thighs. As he'd conversed with his friend Simon, and a few others who were visiting your shared apartment for drinks, you were happy to listen along whilst they exchanged stories and made their shitty jokes amongst each other.

And then you'd felt it, the sensation of Johnny's hand as it slowly slithered its way underneath the fabric of your skirt, and the warm fingers that were smoothing over the sensitive skin of your thigh.

Nobody could see it, the table in front of you both blocked most of the view - the side uncovered was fortunately unoccupied. The perfect opportunity.

"Now you're just being ridiculous," Johnny exclaimed, loud enough to snap you back into the room and acknowledge the conversation that had been ongoing the entire time. "Coming from the man who drinks fuckin' tea."

"Get your head out your arse," replied Simon, narrowed eyes sending daggers in your boyfriend's direction.

"Who doesn't drink tea?" Asked, who you think was John, the man with the moustache and cheeky face - as you'd noted. "The fuck do you drink to relax with?"

"Oh, I dunno, a fuckin' beer?"

The conversation made no sense to you, and you wouldn't bother to give it a second thought anyway. Not when Johnny's fingers had begun to rub circles into your clothed folds - still conversing with his work mates as if he was just casually scratching his head.

And you would be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on more. But the idea of being caught still caused tiny flames of anxiety to lick at your stomach, and you leaned yourself forward to rest your elbow onto the table with your cheek on your palm.

You stayed like this for a while, as the almost deafening sound of male discussion rang through your ears minute after minute. It felt like hour after hour when Johnny's hand didn't falter once, and you knew he was making sure you were getting nice and wet for him.

After a while you edged your legs open, subtle, silently urging your boyfriend to do more but he only kept rubbing, until the slickness at your hole had absolutely saturated the lace of your panties.

"Are you... feeling okay?"

Johnny jolted you with one knee, bringing your attention from the paintings on the kitchen wall to the man, Alejandro if you remembered right, who'd asked you a question. You must have made some sort of noise.

"Me? Oh - yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Just get little cramps sometimes."

Lies aside, you were far from alright. The man beneath you had successfully brought you so close to the edge that the hand on your face squeezed at the skin it could find purchase of. And then he stopped, whilst your eyes were doing their best not to widen, watering as two skilled fingered wandered beneath your underwear.

To cope, you had to wipe a hand over your face with a feigned nonchalance. Johnny had pressed two fingers into you almost immediately and pressed deep enough for his fingers to curl and massage at the spongey nerves.

"I don't know a single person who doesn't like Italian food mate," spoke the youngest man out of all of them, whose name you couldn't remember.

"We should definitely all go, then, it sounds nice, Gaz," John replied with a nod. "You'd come too, wouldn't you?"

Luckily, you'd made sure to be extra attentive to avoid repeating any mistakes. The question had been directed at you.

"Oh, yeah," you enthused, accidentally drawing out the word a little too much as Johnny's long fingers teased at your insides in slow, hard thrusts of his hand. "I'd love to come."

That earns your pussy the harshest slam of them all, and your eyes really do well up with bliss this time as Johnny continues his assault on your walls with purpose. You feel it building and building, the coil in your stomach tightening painfully as you squeezed your thighs together out of fear. You were not confident you'd be able to keep your mouth shut if you came.

You'd stopped Johnny's fingers from being able to push in and out, but they could still tease at your insides. You had no clue how he could do it; like clockwork, he rubbed with his digits and wouldn't stop until he knew you were just about to fall apart. And then his fingers would still.

He did this four times.

Until you tried to grind yourself down onto him in your desperate state, and he'd realised himself just how much of a struggle keeping still - and undetected by the others - was for you.

When your orgasm hit you, your only comfort was being able to bury seventy-five percent of your face into your hand as the muscles in your legs became rigid to the point of pain. Waves of pleasure wracked your frame, overshadowed the discomfort your fiercly clenched jaw was bringing you.

Johnny, after slowly inching his fingers out of you, had pressed a light peck to your cheek before he slid you off of him and paced towards the bathroom.

You could only sit back down into the chair and, with shaky hands, reach for the glass of wine you'd been neglecting.

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Can I have a Biker/Mob Bucky with a forced marriage trope? 💦💦 (Breeding kink please?)

Title: Promised to Him

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago.

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Non-con, forced marriage, breeding kink, kidnapping, language, 18+ ONLY

It was strange how this town never seemed to have aged. Everything was almost exactly how you remembered it to be. Even the smell of the place seemed the same: hyacinths that grew in almost every house, stale coffee, and motor oil. Being back here proved to be more difficult than you thought, for everyone was keen to catch the look of the girl who ran away.

Nobody ever really left this town, and if they did, they had the good sense to be gone forever. You held more than mere curiosity; you held their smug resentment too. They had told you when you’d left for university years ago that you will regret leaving, but you never knew they’d make you regret coming back too.

“They don’t sell them carrots at the city, do they?” The cashier taunted you, putting your groceries in a bag. You held in your retort, reading her name tag and recognizing her as one of the girls you went to school with.

“How much?” You asked, not rising to the bait.

“I would charge you extra for being you, but alas, it’s all paid for. Grab ‘em and take ‘em and leave.” She said, rolling her eyes at you. You stood still in surprise, your wallet open in your hands.

“Excuse me?” You said, bringing her attention back to you from the other customer she had started on. “Paid for? How? By whom?”

The look you got told you exactly where she thought you could stick your questions in. That was one thing you missed about the city. Everyone was too busy in their lives to care about someone else. People there were aloof, often even cold, but that suited you just fine.

“Look, I haven’t got time for you. You’re blocking the queue.”

You struggled for a moment, determined to hold your ground when the person behind you huffed in irritation. Taking your stuff, you bowed your head down and exited the store, ignoring the murmuring that followed you. Oh god, how you wished to return to the city where all that was expected of you was to pay rent and do your job? You had never expected to be laid off so suddenly, nor find yourself alone and helpless enough to let your mother convince you to return home.

It had been years, but your legs remembered the way home easily. You’d played in these alleys, stolen sweet kisses behind the trees in your youth. They remembered you just the same, the birds chirping out their hello to you, the only ones to do so sweetly as you passed.

You were almost to your home when the rumble of bikes reached you. You sidestepped, walking along the edge of the road to allow them to pass, however, they slowed near you and purred alongside. Raising your head to look at them, you caught your breath. Well, you suppose it was time for him to show up anyway. You’d been expecting him since the day you came back.

“Bucky��, You whispered, watching him dismount his bike and walk over to you. Steve and Sam smiled at you from their own bikes, though they didn’t climb down. They all seemed to have grown buffer, stronger than before and you spied some new tattoos inking under the collar of their shirts.

Bucky stopped directly before you, his long hair tied back into a small pony. His blue eyes were fixed on you, the curve on his lips widening as you began squirming under his gaze. Tilting his head to the side, he asked, “Doing okay sweetheart?”

His voice had deepened, a scar near his eyebrow dimpling as he regarded you. You gulped uneasily, the last day you’d seen him flashing behind your eyelids, that confrontation still ringing in your ears. It was dim hope that he’d have forgotten about that, but by the steely look in his eyes as well as the danger he exuded, you knew that to be false. Bucky Barnes was not one for forgiving, and never for forgetting.

“Hi.” You softly greeted him and his friends, managing a forced smile. Sam waved at you cheekily and your eyes flitted between the three of them nervously, your fingers playing with the strap of your grocery bag.

“Been a long time.” Bucky said, coming closer. Almost unconsciously you stepped back to maintain some distance, watching his smirk widen as he pushed you back against the wall, cornering you in the isolated alley. “Come on sweetheart, you don’t need to look so scared. The last time I saw you, you were spitting fire.”

You touched the cold wall behind your back as if asking it to give away a little. This was not how you’d expected to meet him again. You thought he’d show up at your house, ready to continue the argument that had cemented your decision of leaving this town, but meeting him in a dark alley was not something you wanted. You had no control here, nothing to defend yourself against him.

“I have to get home soon.” You pathetically said, looking away from him. “We can talk later.”

Bucky chuckled, placing a hand on the wall beside your face as he bent to bring his face level to your own. “Of course sweetheart. About time you came home, hm?” Tucking a stray hair behind your face, his eyes still hard, he smiled before taking your hand and pulling you with him. You protested, digging your heels into the ground as Steve and Sam watched in silence.

“Bucky, stop!” You said, hitting his back with your fists until he jerked around to roughly pull you to himself, your grocery falling away from you and spilling on the ground. “Aah! What are you doing?”

Anger that had not rushed in your veins in years rose to the surface again, your eyes blazing at him in fierce rage. Years ago, he had done something similar and it had sent you skipping town in the dead of night, and looking at him now you knew it was the right decision. Just like this town that never stopped living in the past, Bucky refused to move forward and change.

“What am I doing?” He asked, fingers digging painfully in your arms. “I am doing what I should have done then. What did you expect baby, that you’ll come back here and we’ll pretend nothing ever happened?”

You slapped your hands on his chest to push him away, barely managing to put an inch between you. Two people walked past you, looking at the scene before quickening their steps and going away. You didn’t even try calling for help. Nobody would interfere with Bucky and his people, not if they knew what was good for them.

“What happened between us was in the past Bucky.” You snapped, trying to keep angry tears at bay. “Don’t make the same mistakes you made then. Let me go!”

Incensed by your words, he squeezed you harder until you cried out in pain, whimpering in his hold. This was only the second time he had put his hands on you, a reminder of the strength he packed and how it was barely kept at bay.

“Buck,” Steve called suddenly, “come on man, you’re hurting her. Let up, you know we don’t hurt our own.”

Almost instantly his hold slackened, thumb running gently over the place where you’re sure you’ll bruise tomorrow. His eyes went soft, almost apologetic as he stroked your cheek. “You’ve always had a way of getting under my skin.” He said, linking your fingers together. “Come on now, I am taking you home. You’re not getting away from me again.”

As he tried to take you away, you shook your head, a traitorous tear sliding down your face. He refused to listen to anything you said, Sam and Steve ignoring your pleas to them as their bikes rumbled to life. You looked back, a hand reaching out for your fallen groceries as if they could anchor you and prevent your taking.

“Leave them. I paid for them after all so I can leave them to rot.” Bucky snapped, forcing you onto his bike. Cupping your jaw, he stared into your eyes until he knew all your attention was on him. “Hold on. You can try to run away, but you’ll only break bones this time. This time, you won’t break my heart.”

He climbed in front on you, taking your hands and pulling them around his waist, squeezing them in warning. Then in a roar of engine, you were flying with him, the wind whipping against your tear-stained face as you drove past your house and back to the past.

Back to square one, that’s where you were at. The boys hadn’t renovated their house, but it still looked huge and intimidating. Walking in, you were flooded with the memories of your teenage years spent playing with them, your first kiss with Bucky in the kitchen, the first night you spent in his bed, the very last night you spent here and in this town. This used to be your heaven, today, it was your hell.

“Have someone bring her stuff round here.” Bucky said, his fingers wrapped around your wrist though you’d stopped struggling a while ago.

“Nat and Clint are already on it.” Sam said, chucking his shoes off and flopping dramatically on the couch.

You bit your lip at the news, scared for your mother. You’d known Nat and Clint for years, but you doubted they’d taken your leaving any better than the other members of the gang. Bucky turned to look at you and sighed, cupping your chin to press a kiss on your forehead.

“They’ll behave themselves.” He promised. “You’re my girl, your family is my family. Nobody’s gonna harm them.”

Even now with the years long gone by, he could read you like an open book. Your love may have faded, and his may have soured, but the remains of it that lingered between you were potent and strong. How had things gone so wrong? How can the man you would have once taken a bullet for scared you enough that you just left?

“Buck,” You softly said, trying to appeal to the softer side of him. “It’s not too late, please let me leave. We can talk over this.”

He had rarely denied you anything, but this man was not the man you’d known before. Bucky exchanged an amused glance with his friends before looking at you like you were the dumbest, cutest thing ever.

“Sweetie, don’t worry your head. We’ll have a lifetime to talk after the ceremony, hm? Come on, you need rest.”

Bucky started you up the stairs and you screeched, shouting curses at Steve and Sam who were scrolling down their phones. If by any fluke they let you in the kitchen, you vowed to poison the lot of them.

“What ceremony?” You asked, panting as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s stride. “Bucky! What ceremony?”

He didn’t answer until you reached his room. You sucked in a breath as you entered. This was the room you had slept your last night in town, well, not really slept. You’d crept away from his bed and rushed home to pack and disappear, leaving a scrawled note for your mother and Bucky that you’re leaving early for your studies and would not be coming back.

Bucky watched you take in the room, standing behind you with his arms around your waist. He’d taken your virginity in this bed, promised a lifetime of happiness.

“Not much has changed, has it?” He asked, placing a scratchy kiss on your neck. “You can redecorate if you want.”

You gulped as you found a picture of yourself beside his bed, one taken on your 19thbirthday, merely days before you skipped town. You both looked so happy that day. Bucky had finished university while you were only considering joining one. He hadn’t been happy about you looking for ones in the city, but that day he had promised you no arguments and fights. It was such a beautiful day with all your friends and family wishing you the very best.

��I remember that day.” Bucky said, following your gaze. “I made you cum so many times that night that I had to carry your downstairs in the morning. You were always so responsive to my touch.”

As he talked, his hands moved, roving over your frame. You shivered when he grazed your sides and under your breasts, pushing his hardness firmly into you. Whimpering, you placed a hand on his wrist to stop him and he stilled before grabbing you by your shoulder and turning you to face him.

“Bucky, please don’t.” You begged, tears prickling your eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

He blinked at you before smiling tenderly, tucking a strand of hair behind your year. Gently leading you backwards, he pushed until you were at the edge of the bed. With a shove, you bounced on the mattress and crawled up on your elbows, watching in fear as Bucky deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, his eyes boring into yours.

“Why am I doing this?” He asked, titling his head. His shirt fluttered to the ground, leaving him bare from waist up and you couldn’t help but stare at your name tattooed right over his heart. “I am doing this because you promised yourself to me.”

Pants roughly pushed down, he quickly came forward to pull you back by your ankle as you tried to escape. Climbing over you with only his boxers on, he held you down with one strong thigh thrown over yours, the blue in his eyes darkening.

“You remember those days?” He asked, “We were only teenagers when you promised you’d marry me. You were spoken for, always. We were always meant to be!”

His lips descended over yours, claiming them after years with a passion that hit you like a punch in the gut. You sobbed into the kiss, your nails raking across his back as you wiggled under his body.

“We were kids!” You protested, screeching when Bucky tore through your clothes to bare you to his hungry gaze. “It didn’t mean anything!”

“It meant the world to me!” Bucky harshly said, breath warm on your face. His rough fingers traced your cheek before holding your jaw in place, pressing a kiss on your pouted lips. “You meant the world to me. You still do.”

Cold air met your sweaty skin as he forced you out of your tattered clothes, licking and biting every patch of skin he exposed. You cried out, pulling on his hair to deter him.

“Bucky, this isn’t you. You wouldn’t hurt me like this.” You gently said, softening your touch until his eyes were on you. “We promised each other a lot of things. You promised never to hurt me.”

He bunched the cloth of your panty and ran his thumb over your covered slit, taking in your gasps with delight. Leaning down, his nose nuzzled into your hair and he sniffed you, holding you hostage.

“That’s right.” He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he kept rubbing you. “Just like you promised never to leave me. And then you did.”

Your panty was torn away with one powerful tug, it’s elastic chaffing your skin and making you cry out. Bucky’s eyes feasted on your glistening sex, his tongue running across his bottom lip in wonderment at your moist center. Carefully collecting your dewy essence on his thumb, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it, closing his eyes as he tasted you again after what felt like ages.

“Nothing intoxicates me more than your taste.” He said, holding your hands tight. Lowering his boxers, he presented you his thick cock, the very sight of which had you tremble. What is this large before? “I would have loved to taste you again, to have you come in my mouth again and again and then take you until the sun preyed upon our tryst with voyeuristic eyes. But I have waited far too long for you. Today is the day I will bind you to myself. Forever.”

Every plea falling from your lips meant nothing to him and he positioned himself over your weeping slit, his hardness lubed in your juices. Your wrists were pinned beside your head, his blue eyes churning like the evening sky and gleaming with the light of burning stars. In one push of his hips, he sheathed himself inside your warmth, your gasp matched only by his groan that reverberated through the room.

“Oh god!” You exclaimed, struggling to take him in. It had been far too long since you’d laid with a man, especially one as large at Bucky. He stretched you to accommodate him, rolling his pelvis until you keened pathetically.

“Oh yes, I am your god. And by sundown tomorrow, I’ll be your husband.”

He maintained a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you in long strokes that had you whimpering. It felt too good, too sensual. Bucky burned with the need to possess you, but it was impossible to separate his love away from his obsession. You felt his light and his darkness in equal amounts, the sparks of his fire reaching you and forcing you to burn too.

“Bucky – I, please.” You begged, incoherent with pleasure. The last night you were under him flashed behind your eyes, a major wave of déjà vu rolling down your spine. A heated promise of matrimony was made, followed by an equally powerful night in the sheets where he forced you to shout to the heavens that you’d take his ring and name. The very next day, you were gone. But today, he held on tight. There won’t be any escaping now.

“Look at me.” He hissed, toying with your clit, bruising your shoulders and neck with his passionate kisses. “Look at me and fall apart. Let me see your walls break down. I am claiming you again baby, and there won’t be no leaving this time.”

You came like a thunderstorm ravaged your insides, flooding your channel with heat that bubbled around his length. His breath hitched, eyes squeezed tight as you clamped around him. It took a while for you to realize you were crying, the salt of your tears on Bucky’s lips as he kissed them away, eyes too tender for the way he was taking you against your will.

A monster had no right to be this beautiful, nor so full of love.

Biting your lips, you shook you head as the familiar tingling in your abdomen began anew. Bucky tensed, his thrusts choppier and jerkier as he neared his edge too.

“Yes baby, one more time.” He said, “Come on, let me love you again. Open your heart to me.”

The tidal wave of emotions that you couldn’t keep at bay swept over you again, your back arching. Your nipples scratched against the hair on Bucky’s chest, the added stimulation causing you to groan in pleasure far too great to bear. Shuddering in delight, you fell apart and Bucky grunted, holding you tighter as he prepared to unload into you.

“I’m gonna fuck our brat into you.” He promised and your eyes widened. You weren’t on any pills. “Let’s see you run away now. Once you’re my wife, the mother of my child, you’ll never leave.”

“No!” You shouted, but to no avail. Bucky let out a moan, his face buried in your neck as he came inside you, flooding you with his spent. You cried at the feeling of his warmth inside you, cried at your freewill being snapped like a stretched rubber band. His hold loosened, an arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you in his side.

Turning your face to him, you sniffled when he softly wiped away your tears. Kissing you deep, he lost all the hardness that he had had earlier today, bringing to you the wounded look that had probably stayed with him for years after your departure.

“I love you so much. I never stopped loving you.” He said, blindly reaching back into his nightstand until he got the velvet lined box out. You swallowed thickly because your reality was staring you in the face with an ultimatum. No was not an option.

Knowing that the rest of your life might go much easier with a loving man by your side, you sidled closer, brushing his scruffy jaw gently. His eyes misted at your voluntary touch, overwhelmed. You’d loved this man once more than life itself. If the only shot at happiness you had was reigniting that, you’d start now.

“I will love you again too.” You promised, not knowing if it was your vulnerability or your helplessness that prompted this. “You gotta give me some time.”

Taking your hand, Bucky slipped in a diamond ring and kissed your fingers before kissing you.

“You’ll have all the time in the world almost Mrs. Barnes. We’re getting married tomorrow.”

#biker!bucky x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky x reader #biker!bucky

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topazy · 2 years ago

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Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing, gun use, blood

Chapter: 5.16

A/N: Firstly, thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story! I'm looking forward to writing season six and hope you all enjoy the chaotic last chapter of season five

You, Liam, and Scott helped the only surviving dread doctor from the beast’s attack into the veterinarian surgery to try and save him. Hopefully he’d be able to tell you how to stop the beast once and for all.

When you entered the building, you expected to see Deaton and Stiles, but you were caught off guard by Derek. His glare bores into your face, his eyes narrowed and seething. You could understand why Stiles and Scott used to be so scared of Derek when he was mad; the look he was giving you was terrifying.

“He’s still alive,” Scott announces.

You step aside as Liam and Scott manage to place the dread doctor on the table. You and Stiles exchange a look. He motions to Derek, who is still fuming, shakes his head slightly, and mouths ‘Look at your phone.’ You nod but don’t do it in the moment, knowing it would only be more obvious.

The room is silent as Deaton starts to check the dread doctor's vitals. Everyone could sense the rising tension and didn’t want to say anything first.

“Can you keep him alive?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“I’m not sure he's technically alive,” Deaton points out.

“Screw keeping him alive. How do we get him to talk?” Liam asks.

“He’s not going to tell us anything unless there’s something in it for him.”

“Personally, I don’t think we utilise torture nearly enough,” Stiles says sarcastically.

A voice comes from outside and repeats ‘come to me’ a few times, causing the dread doctor to sit up. A high-frequency sound echoed off the walls, causing you all to clamp your hands against your ears to try and block it out. You feel an extra pair of hands covering yours. Derek. He lets out a wincing sound as sharp pains caused by the vibrations of the noise pierce his ears.

Liam attempts to stop the dread doctor that’s heading towards the doorway, but he’s knocked backwards and crashes into the wall before hitting the ground. The dread doctor makes it outside and locks the door behind him.

“Liam!” You quickly kneel beside him and ask, “Are you okay?”

“I’m—watch out!” He shoves you backwards to avoid being hit by a fast-moving object. Everything metal is drawn to one side of the room and sticks to the wall, preventing anyone from leaving.

Scott goes to move them out of the way, but Deaton stops him. “Stop! It’s electrified.”

You listen as the dead doctor, whose name was Marcel, talks to Sebastien Valet. He informs the beasts in his human form that he did all of this for him and that the Argents have the pike that could finally kill the beast.

—

You look down at your phone to text your uncle Chris and see the text Stiles had sent you earlier, along with all the other ones you’d received.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 -

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚊 -

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 -

𝙻𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 -

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜? 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 -

𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗.

Shit.

That explained why Derek was so mad at you.

You avoid Derek’s eye while Deaton explains that there is still a way to save Mason by getting him to remember who he is. “How do we make him remember?”

“Lydia,” Stiles sighs. “We need Lydia to save him.”

No sooner than the words have left his lips Stiles' phone rings. “It’s my dad.”

You watch as his face turns pale and ask, “What is it?”

“It’s Lydia; she’s in the hospital.” Sebastian figured out that we could use her to save Mason and slashed her throat. He went for her voice box.

—

When Derek comes to a halt outside the hospital, you turn to look in the backseat where your boyfriend was sitting and say, “I’ll catch up with you inside.”

He nods and says, “Uh, thanks for the ride.”

Derek says nothing. He waits until Liam has disappeared into the building before driving into the parking lot and stopping before finally saying something. “What I said before about not asking or telling you to stay out of whatever is going on? Forget that. You're no longer involved in any of this.”

“So I’m supposed to sit back and do nothing while my friend dies?”

“Yes! You have no concept of the danger you’re putting yourself in, and until you do, I don’t want you out of my sight.”

“I can’t. I-”

“This isn’t up for negotiation! You're my daughter, and it’s my job to keep you safe!” He runs his hands over his face and lets out a noise of frustration. “So far, I’ve not done a very good job of that.”

Underneath his anger is a pile of guilt. guilt for not protecting you from Kira, for leaving you behind when hunters came looking for him, for not watching you grow up. He couldn’t lose you. You place your hand on his shoulder and say, “Me getting bitten wasn’t your fault.”

Regret flashes in his eyes. “I should have known you’d follow me into the school.”

“I should have listened, but what’s done is done. We can’t change what’s happened, but we still might be able to save Mason.”

He clenches his jaw, looking deep in thought. Judging by his facial expression, you knew whatever he was thinking was painful for him. “You’ll promise me that the second I tell you to leave, you’ll go? And you’ll take Liam with you as well?”

He gives you a stern look when you don’t answer right away, “Yes, I promise. And thank you.”

“Trust me, I don’t want you involved, but aside from locking you in a tower, I’m sure you’d find a way out somehow.”

With the mood lightened, you remembered Stiles' text message. “How did you know what happened at school between Liam and Theo?”

“I paid Theo a visit,” he said, clicking his tongue. “He won’t be coming near you again.”

You frowned. “You killed him?”

“No. Scott made me promise I wouldn’t.”

You stared at him, confused. Did Scott tell him about what happened at school? You decided you were better off not knowing. You clear your throat, knowing that what you were about to say next might actually get you locked inside a tower. “If I tell you something, promise you won’t be mad?”

—

You, Lydia, Liam, Scott, and Derek enter the network of tunnels and sewers underneath Beacon Hills to look for the beast. Melissa has injected Lydia with something that will help her regain her voice faster at the hospital. Right now the redhead could only whisper; you hoped her voice would heal in time.

When you come to a stop to figure out which direction you should go, you feel a dampness seeping into your shoes. You look down to see the concrete ground covered in water and hear the crackling sound of electricity becoming louder. You shove the redhead towards the wall and say, “Lydia, get out of the water!”

Seconds later, electricity shoots through the water, causing all of you, aside from Lydia, to fall to the ground, shaking and screaming in pain. Theo appears from behind Lydia and throws her down the hole, but Scott manages to catch her wrist.

Theo leans down beside Scott with a smirk on his face and stabs him in the side with his claws. “Feel that, Scott? Kanima venom.”

Kanima venom?

You manage to look at Liam and Derek and say, “He killed Tracy.”

With the venom racing through his body, Scott becomes paralyzed and lets go of Lydia. You hear her hitting the ground below, but the noise she makes afterwards lets you know she’s still alive.

—

You slowly regain feeling in your body and weakly manage to push yourself up. Liam helps you to your feet at the same time Deucalion arrives. Derek had told you earlier that their former enemy had been working alongside him and Scott the whole time.

You follow the former alpha of alphas through the tunnels until you find Theo, who is crawling along the ground. Rage boils deep within Theo’s veins as he figures out what is going on. “You lied to me. You and Scott…”

Deucalion crouching beside him says, “That’s right, Theo.” He says mockingly, “the whole time.”

“It would’ve never worked,” Theo says with tears of anger in his eyes.

“It could have worked if you had Belasko’s talons.”

Theo shoots you a venomous glare, “you little bitch.” Fed up hearing him talk, Deucalion twists Theo’s neck until it makes a cracking sound. “You broke my neck.”

Deucalion stands back up, “and good luck with that.” He turns his attention back to Scott. “There’s an access grate that leads to the sublevel. I think we can get to Lydia there.”

“What about Mason?”

“We can still save your friend.”

Scott locks his eyes with Deucalion’s, silently thanking him. “Let’s go.”

As you turn to walk away, two loud pops come from behind you. You turn back around and are surprised to see Gerard and your uncle Chris, who had a horrified expression on his face. It took you a few seconds to notice the gun in Gerard’s hand. You look to your left to see Deucalion sliding to the ground against the wall.

��Lu…”

You watch as Derek falls to his knees, clutching his stomach. He’s been shot. You press your hand against the bullet wound as Gerard walks closer to your small group with an arrogant look on his face. “This is a surprising alliance, Scott. You and Deucalion?” His eyes move to you, and he scoffs. “Not as much as my own granddaughter aligning herself with the Hale family.”

“You old bastard!” You yell as tears spill from your eyes and you feel more blood slip past your hand.

Gerard chuckles and looks back at Scott. “How long have you been planning this clever little double cross?”

“About as long as he and I have been planning this one,” your uncle Chris says before tossing the pike to Scott. “I knew when I brought you back that it would never be about saving lives. only about immortalizing your own.” Both Gerard and your uncle Chris point their guns at each other. “All three of you, go.”

Scott and Liam start to leave, but you shake your head, not wanting to go and not wanting to leave Derek behind.

“Lulana, you need to go now,” your uncle says.

“No.”

“Derek will be fine.”

You hesitate for a minute before you look at Derek. His pained expression softened a little, “Go, go, make me proud. I’ll be fine.” He glances over your shoulder at Liam and says, “He won’t go without you.”

You couldn’t waste any more time; you needed to go. Reluctantly, you move away from Derek and let out a sob as his body slumps against the wall. The sight of him so poorly dressed makes you want to break down in tears, but seeing the smug look on Gerard’s face angers you. One day you’d make him pay for what he did, but right now you needed to make it through the night.

—

Anger radiates off you; both boys could sense it. You felt like you could turn at any moment, but you tried to focus your thoughts on one thing to remain human.

Sebastien is waiting when they turn another corner; he points to the pike in Scott’s hand. “That belongs to me. It’s a family heirloom. I’d like it back, please.”

“You can have it once you give us Mason.”

Sebastien cocks his head to the side and shrugs. “Unfortunately, I would not know where to begin. And while I’ve benefited from his memories, I don’t have much use for an alter ego.”

Scott looks at you and Liam with a look that tells you to get ready. He faces Sebastien. “You want it? Come and get it.”

—

The best easily overpowered all three of you. Tossing all of you against the wall Sebastien turns back into his human form and wraps his hand around Scott’s neck.

You notice the pick at your feet and kick it towards Liam. He picks it up and gets ready to stab Sebastian with it, but Scott stops him. “Wait! We can still save Mason.”

“Who’s going to save you?”

“What kind of werewolf are you?” Sebastien scoffs, and he tosses Liam backwards in one swift motion. While tightening his grip on Scott’s neck, Sebastien digs his claws into the alpha memory. You didn’t know what Sebastien could see, but it took him by surprise.

Scott manages to wriggle free from Sebastien’s grasp just as Lydia and Kira arrive.

“Mason,” Lydia attempts to yell for Mason, but her voice comes out at a normal talking volume.

“I think you're going to need to try it a little louder.”

“Mason!”

You watch in amazement, finally getting to see the power of a banshee's yell. Sebastien explodes into a huge ball of black smoke, and Mason stumbles out of it.

The beast attempts to get away. Parrish, in his hellhound form, traps him, giving Scott time to throw the pike. After being impaled with the pike, the beast explodes. Scott looks around, concerned, and asks, “Is everyone okay?”

“Not everyone,” Theo hisses. Electricity sparks over his body as he storms forward in anger.

You and Kira share a smile, knowing what's about to happen next. Kira leaps forward, catching the electricity with her sword. Theo looks between the two of you as you stand beside her and say, “The skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.”

Kira stabs her sword into the ground, causing it to crack. A hole appears in the concrete beside Theo, and a dirtied and bloodied hand comes out of it and reaches for him. His sister. She grabs his legs and drags her brother into the hole as he screams for help. Once Theo is in the ground, the concrete automatically closes up again.

Liam walks up behind you, rests his forehead against your shoulder, and says, “It’s over. We have Mason back.”

You wanted to celebrate your friend being saved, but you couldn’t. “I need to find Derek.”

—

You sit on the edge of your bed, carefully braiding damp sections of your hair while listening to your friend talk. He was sitting on the chair beside your vanity table, his eyes occasionally glancing over the different pictures you have hanging on the wall beside it. He muses, “Stiles thinks Allison and Marie-Jeanne Valet must have looked alike, and that’s how my memories of Allison distracted Sebastian long enough for me to get away.”

You smile, thinking of the first time Allison told you about a cute guy she was going on a date with, neither of them knowing how important they would be to each other. Even in death, Allison still managed to save someone she loved. “Wow, she saved you.”

Scott smiles at you from across the room. “She did.”

You notice his smile fading into a much sadder look. “What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t help but wonder how different things would be if she were here.”

You laugh softly and say, “Imagine her reaction to finding out Derek Hale is my dad? God, she would not be happy.”

“How are things between you and Derek now?”

You talk to him about your growing relationship with Derek and your complicated one with the rest of the Argents. In return, Scott tells you about his estranged relationship with his own father.

—

“Is this really how you want to spend our school holidays?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “What else could we do?”

You go to start running again, but Liam catches you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your cheek, then your neck, making you giggle. “I can think of so many things that are better than this.”

You kiss him on the lips before slipping from his grasp and running into the tree line. It was nighttime, so no one else was around aside from you and Liam.

Once Derek had made a full recovery, he put a few rules in place. 1) You must let him know where you are at all times. 2) Learn self-defense. 3) Liam wasn’t allowed to stay over unless he slept in a different room. 4) You had to learn how to control your heart rate. Stiles suggested someone should make you angry so your heart rate would rise, but the idea was quickly shot down by one glare from Derek. Instead, you and Liam would play a game of cat and mouse in the forest. The adrenaline from being hunted caused your heart rate to rise, but so far you’d only lost control and changed a few times.

You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice Liam creeping up behind you. He pounced and easily pinned you to the ground. His hands rested on your hips. “Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea after all.”

You smiled as he nuzzled your neck.

Things had been good since the beast died, and the McCall pack was slowly healing. Your alpha seemed a lot happier; the only downside was that Kira had left, but you understood why she had to return to the skinwalkers. Scott bit Hayden, turning her into a real werewolf, and Lydia’s voice has returned to normal. You were slowly building a relationship with Malia, and Derek surprised everyone by thanking Liam for always defending you and keeping you safe the best he could.

“Can I ask you something?”

Even in the darkness, you could make out how sheepish Liam looked. “When we were in the tunnels, you said you almost lost control and turned. What stopped you?”

“You did,” you lean up and kiss him again, “you're my anchor.”

#Teen wolf #liam dunbar x you #liam dunbar x reader #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #Liam Dunbar #derek hale #Scott McCall #McCall pack #teen wolf x reader #hunted #Liam Dunbar/you #Liam Dunbar/reader #teen wolf fanfic

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seffien · 2 years ago

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writing a fic that focuses primarily on marie and four so here's some ideas/extra headcanons:

- there’s actually a little living space in cuttlefish cabin. one day, four falls asleep while on a break, so marie lets her sleep in the cabin while she sleeps outside

- after day 1 of her new ‘job’, four looked up marie, and was thinking of calling her ms. cuttlefish out of niceness and respect

- marie is insistent on four eating, drinking, and sleeping properly. one day she makes herself lunch but asks four if she’s eaten before digging in

(“Did you eat already?” asked Marie, breaking Octo Canyon’s windy silence.

Four hesitated, then shook her head. Marie passed her own lunch to her. She looked at it, then the woman in front of her.

And she refused.

“You haven’t eaten. I’m giving you the chance to eat now. Eat.”

Again, a refusal, and again, Marie told her to eat.

“I’m not letting you go until you do.”)

- as mentioned here, marie did indeed patch four up whenever she got hurt.

(She was sure to be gentle with the wound, as it was still bleeding. Whenever Four would flinch, she’d pause. With gentle strokes of a damp cotton pad, she cleaned it. That was easy enough, but disinfecting it wasn’t. Nothing good came of enemy ink in a wound, so to remove that and any other impurities, she applied a disinfectant. It hurt Four a bit, she could tell, but she was surprisingly calm.

"Hard part's over," she muttered, looking up at Four. “You need to be careful, Four. If this keeps up, I won’t be able to let you do any more kettles on your own.”

Four scowled, an action Marie didn’t like.

“Oh, what?” she sighed. “You’re upset that I’m taking care of you? You’re still a kid. I’m not gonna let them rough you up and then do nothing about it.”

That didn’t change Four’s mind.

“Be mad all you want, but that won’t stop me from taking care of you.”

With care, she applied a squid-shaped bandage, then pushed herself up.

“All done.” She made her way inside Cuttlefish Cabin. “Stay where you are, I’ll fix you some food.”)

- of course, marie does indeed teach four how to use a charger...using her own charger, here's a smaller snippet of that.

(Marie shut one eye tight.

"This isn't a Scope, so you just have to get that sense. See it and react."

She yanked back the trigger and shot one of the dummies, popping it.

"Like that. Not a good example since the target's stationary, but here." She tossed Four her charger. It missed her hands and hit the ground with a loud, echoing crack. Four scrambled to pick it up and looked at Marie with wide eyes.

"Don't freak, it's fine." She put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'll run past you, and you try to hit me."

Four stepped back, quickly shaking her head.

"You won't actually hit me. Plus, there's a respawn machine in the cabin." She patted her shoulder. "Come on, you can do it.")

(Marie reacted quickly, blocking the shot with her parasol. Then, she closed it and approached Four.

A slightly-genuine smirk spread across her face. "Good shot."

Four raised an eyebrow.

"You'll get it, trust me. If I could, so can you."

The woman swore she saw Four grin at the words, but that grin vanished a second later.)

- four checks on marie one day while the latter is hanging by the map in, what, area 4? optional: marie is a smoker.

(Four hopped down, walking beside Marie. Concern was in her usually expressionless eyes.

"I'm fine, Four. Go do whatever it is you do."

Her eyes went to the cigarrette in her right hand. Marie's face fell. Her mentee, the poor girl, wasn't supposed to see this. Sure, the Octoweapons were huge and dangerous, but Four was able to take those down. How would she react to the knowledge that her boss was a smoker?

The cigarette took a long fall into Octo Canyon's waters below. Four still saw it, obviously, but that wasn't something she wanted to think about.

"Heh," she laughed nervously, "sorry about that. I-I'm just a bit tired." Her fake, uneven smile faded. "Yeah. Tired."

Through all this, Four still stared. It'd feel bad to shoo her off, but there was nothing else to do. Marie waved her hand, and she started to walk away. Before diving into a kettle, she looked behind her, then went in.

Marie sighed, pulling out another cigarette. What a horrible role model she was.)

- near the end, four found marie on a high up spot in an unmarked location in octo canyon. despite marie’s protests—

(Four moved towards her, gazing up.

“Don’t!” Marie called from high up. “You’ll get hurt!”)

—four somehow makes it up.

(Finally, she hopped on up, sitting next to an impressed Marie.

“…Wow. You’re better than I thought.”)

marie sticks her umbrella between the two of them, marking an eternal hangout spot.

(Marie watched the sky, then Four, who watched the sky herself. With a smile, she passed the girl another container.

“Lunch. On me.”)

- when callie was saved, everyone gathered back at octo valley. callie decided to take a photo commemorating her rescue, but it didn't go as planned.

(Callie skipped away from the camera, putting an arm around Marie.

"Alright," she said, "smile!"

She glanced at the faces of the other two, then looked back at the camera right as it flashed.

Not a single genuine smile was in the photo. Callie's smile was nervous, and neither Four nor her cousin were smiling at all.)

- marie later gave four a hug before they all left, telling her 'thank you.' four was reluctant, but she eventually hugged her back

- marie also did indeed bake four a cake and send it to her. she even signed the thing

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #squid sisters #agent 4 #marie splatoon #sef.txt #sefsagents

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years ago

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Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part twenty

Some more drama! The smut is coming back, don’t worry! (Next chapter ;))

Warnings: angst and fluff, but that’s all :))

You don’t stay mad at Aaron for long, as expected.

He calls you on your way to the library after your classes, and you welcome his company. You even take the long way around the block, giving the two of you an extra few minutes to talk.

“Five is kind of early for dinner, don’t you think?” you ask. “Are you sure?”

“We won’t be eating right at five,” he explains.

“I know that,” you reply with a laugh. Driving, seating, and then waiting for food puts dinner at six, but that’s still earlier than the two of you have ever had dinner. “But still.”

“You’ll see” is all he says, and you have no choice but to run with it.

“I’ll be in the library until then,” you tell him.

“I can pick you up from there,” he offers.

You smile. “That sounds perfect.”

“Then it’s set,” he says. “I’ll see you soon, little one.”

“See you,” you murmur, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

That phone call didn’t feel awkward at all, thankfully. It felt normal again, and that’s what you want. You want things to go back to normal, back to the way they were before Lawrence showed up and sent Aaron spiraling. Is that really too much to ask?

You grab a coffee and head straight to the back of the building, ready to get some serious writing done. You have three weeks until the draft is due because in just four weeks, you’ll be graduating.

Which reminds you, you should probably tell your parents about graduation. Your mom probably won’t come, but will still gripe if you don’t tell her about it so she can decline the invitation. Your dad is even more of a wild card. Maybe he’ll surprise you this time and attend.

Not likely. Regardless, you send an email to both of them, and then begin writing.

+++

As five p.m. creeps closer, Aaron sends a text and asks where you are sitting in the library.

In the back of the first floor, you reply. Why?

Aaron: On my way

You don’t know why he couldn’t have just said that. You always meet him out front, anyway.

You place your phone down and wait for his second text, letting you know he’s outside waiting. But it never comes.

Instead, you start to hear murmuring too loud for the library, especially the quiet section you’re in. You try to keep your head down and not search for the cause, because most of the time it’s just a rowdy group of freshmen. This time, though, it isn’t.

Finally, you lift your head, your curiosity getting the better of you. And there, walking toward you, is Aaron Hotchner.

Now all of the murmurs and turning heads make sense, and you give him a look, asking, was this really necessary?

He only smiles in return, stopping at your table, bending down to give you a kiss, right here in the library, with everyone watching.

Dumbfounded, you whisper through a smile, “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up for dinner,” he replies seriously. “Is that okay?”

You glance at his watch, raising your eyebrows. “You’re early.”

He looks down at the time, then laughs. “By five minutes. Would you like me to wait?”

“No, no,” you chuckle. “I’m teasing. Let me pack up.”

You put your laptop away and toss out your empty coffee cup. Aaron takes your bag and holds it for you, allowing you to hold his free hand. You wrap yourself around his arm, too, for good measure, and because the stares are a little bit frightening.

The two of you walk to the exit and you wave goodbye to Spencer, the only one with his nose in a book and not at all fazed by the man you’re with. Knowing Spencer, he probably doesn’t know who Aaron is — or just doesn’t care.

Once you’re outside, you see Aaron’s car waiting right on the curb. He opens your door for you and shuts it once you’re inside. He tosses your bag in the back seat before getting behind the steering wheel.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, leaning over to give you another kiss as he starts the engine.

“Hi yourself,” you reply, smiling because you can’t help yourself. You don’t know what has him in such a good mood, but you’re not going to ask. “What’s for dinner?”

“Well,” he says. “It’s a surprise.”

“Alright,” you buckle. “Surprise me, then.”

Aaron speeds off and you assume you’re going to some restaurant just in the city, until he turns into what looks like an abandoned parking garage.

“Uhm,” you try not to sound too alarmed as he turns corners, heading for the top. “What are we doing?”

“You’ll see,” he says, and he’s still grinning.

You wait (impatiently) until the car reaches the top, and there’s—

“A helicopter?” you blurt, your eyes wide. “Why is there a helicopter?”

Aaron stops the car and turns off the engine, unbuckling himself before unbuckling you. “Because,” he pauses, helping you move so the seatbelt can retract. “We’re going to fly to dinner.”

“What?”

He gets out of the car and comes around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand. You take it and step out, but the questions are still coming.

“How far are we going? And where are we going that we need a helicopter?”

He listens to each one as he walks you up to the helicopter. “We’re not going far, and we don’t necessarily need the helicopter. It’s just better than driving there, and I felt like flying.”

“Wait.” It hits you then that there isn’t a pilot standing around, or sitting in the helicopter. “You’re going to fly us?”

Aaron nods. “I am.”

He pulls open the door and helps you inside, then goes around to the other side and settles himself in the pilot’s seat. All the while, you’re staring at him with this mesmerized look in your eyes, and he can’t help himself. He kisses you right there, for a few moments, until whatever feeling he had calms down.

“Alright,” he says. “Put the headset on. It’ll protect your ears, and we’ll talk through it, too.”

Once it’s over your ears, Aaron starts the helicopter. You’ve never seen him this way, and you wonder where he learned this. Regardless of where he learned it, he’s hot right now.

Feeling the helicopter lift up is almost weirder than a plane taking off, but you love it. The thrill of it puts a grin on your face instantly.

Aaron takes you up and around the city, letting you see the buildings and marvel at everything. The windshield stretches down almost to your feet, letting you see everything, as if you aren’t even in the helicopter.

“It’s cool, huh?” his voice comes through your headset, and you know he’s smiling without even having to look at him.

“Cool?” you laugh. “It’s fucking awesome! I had no idea you could fly!”

He does another big circle, just so he can see you smile like this for a little while longer.

“We’ll take the long way home,” he says. “But for now, we have a dinner to get to.”

The dinner in question is on a rooftop, of course. Aaron lands the helicopter on a building next to the restaurant. You take an elevator down to street level to then walk across to the restaurant, where you then go back up to the roof.

“Not as glamorous when we have to do this,” he comments in the second elevator, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Aaron, don’t,” you chuckle. “It’s perfect.”

His only response is to kiss your knuckles.

Once you’re on the roof (that Aaron rented out for the evening, naturally), you’re seated at a candlelit table for two.

Wine and water are poured, and the server disappears back inside while your food is being prepared.

“To us,” Aaron says, holding up his glass.

“To us,” you smile, toasting him.

You taste the wine and realize it’s your favorite. If there’s one thing Aaron knows how to do, it’s make you feel worth it after you felt the complete opposite.

“So,” you pause, and he raises his eyebrows. “I know you’re speaking at my graduation ceremony, but…” You take another pause, wondering if this is a stupid question to ask. “I know you’ll already be there, but I was wondering if you’d be there for me. With me.”

“Of course,” he replies gently. “You didn’t even need to ask.”

“Okay, but I wanted to,” you say. “My mom said she’ll be on her honeymoon that weekend, and my dad hasn’t replied to my email, but he probably won’t come. So.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron frowns. “Honeymoon? Are congratulations in order?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoff. “This is her fourth honeymoon in three years. She needs nothing except self control and reflection, which she won’t do.”

Aaron nods, sensing it’s a very touchy subject that needs no further pressing. “Well, I will gladly be your plus one, despite my attendance being required as well.” He grins. “I guess I should start writing my speech.”

“Um, maybe,” you laugh. “Might be a good idea.”

“Don’t worry, I have,” he replies. “Before our food arrives, I wanted to share something with you as well.”

Despite everything, the dinner, the helicopter, your favorite wine, his changed mood -- you still think the worst is coming.

“I know I haven’t been the most forthcoming person about my past, but,” Aaron pauses, “But I realize it’s not fair to keep you around and not let you in on what is happening, and what will continue happening the more that you’re seen with me.”

“I’m aware that people are going to look,” you say. “I don’t care. I’ve gotten used to it.”

“It’s more than that,” he says. “You remember the man you met Saturday night?”

You nod. “Greg.”

“Yes,” he says. “I guess, technically, we are rivals, but that doesn’t really explain things adequately.”

You remember what Megan told you and you nod. “You said you guys were on a case against each other.”

“Quite a few,” Aaron replies. “But the two that matter deal with one man, who is the reason I’m telling you all of this.”

You stay silent, waiting. He’s already saying more than you expected him to, but he keeps going.

“His name is George Foyet,” Aaron finally says. “He broke into my previous apartment, stabbed me, and dropped me off at a hospital as a John Doe.”

Tears spring to your eyes and you reach across the table for Aaron’s hand. Thankfully, he lets you take it, and he squeezes your fingers.

“Thankfully, one of the nurses recognized me, and called my office, who then alerted my family and Rossi.” Aaron takes a deep breath, his eyes glassy. “Lawrence is Foyet’s attorney, and has been for as long as I can remember. The first case was handed to me twenty years ago because no one else wanted it, because no one wanted to go up against Lawrence. I noticed a discrepancy in the evidence, and long story short, it sent Foyet to prison with a twenty-year sentence. He escaped after five years, and disappeared off the face of the earth. No one knew where he was, except maybe Lawrence, but he didn’t let on. Then, a year ago, Foyet showed up at my apartment.”

“But you said he’s in prison again—”

“He is,” Aaron assures you, taking your hand in both of his. “He has a life sentence — for now.”

“For now?”

“Lawrence is trying to appeal. He has been ever since Foyet went back to prison. The two of them together — they’re dangerous. Lawrence needs to be in prison with Foyet, but that won’t happen. And Foyet won’t stay in prison forever, despite his sentence. He escaped once, I’m sure he’ll do it again, but— Dave is keeping tabs on him. Foyet is still in prison.”

“Is Dave positive?”

Aaron nods. “He has connections from when he was in the FBI, so he’s more than certain, and he has instructed them to give him a call if anything changes. Foyet is currently in solitary; Dave got that update this morning.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “So what now?”

Aaron blinks, a little surprised. “Well, I wanted to tell you these things because if you want our arrangement to stop, I understand, and Dave can keep eyes on you to keep you protected in case—”

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron stop,” you shake your head. “I’m not leaving.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Because if this is too much—”

“It’s not,” you interrupt him again. “It’s not. If it was, I never would have agreed to it in the first place.” You knew what you were getting into. With a name like his, you knew there would be enemies. You’re not naïve.

“But it’s different now,” he argues, almost like he wants you to leave.

“It’s really not,” you assure him. “I know your security team is the best of the best. Dave never lets anything slide past him. Neither do you. I feel safe with you, Aaron. That hasn’t changed.”

He has such a tortured look on his face that you can’t take it anymore. You walk around the table and sit in his lap, holding his head against your chest, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. He takes in a shaky breath. You don’t know if he’s crying, but you don’t care. After talking about all of that, part of you wishes he would cry because he probably needs to.

But Aaron doesn’t want to ruin dinner, so he quickly composes himself, lifting his head to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he says, holding your face, his eyes still glassy.

“Thank you for opening up to me,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his. “I love you.”

The three words slip from your mouth and you freeze, as does Aaron, and you almost apologize, retract them, and return to your seat, but he holds you close.

“I love you,” he replies. “I love you,” he says again, kissing you gently.

What neither of you say, but you’re both thinking, is an addition to the three words.

I love you. I love you so much that I am terrified.

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aksbe · 2 years ago

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Oh you know that scene where ava falls and practically dies in front of bea in 5th ep? Did you notice that the song playing in the backround while beatrice holds ava is literally called:

and oh boy do i have a theory to why its their theme, so pull up spotify, youtube, apple music, your local singing bird choir, whatever and listen to this song on loop if you wanna know what im babbling about.

So why is it their theme?

The song starts off sounding so unsure, like its so new to both of them, its carefull, slow and so soft as if something would break if it was too loud or fast and in a way thats perfect for them. Their start was slow and their love was something new to both of them. Theres even these small notes mixed in the start which could symbolise the small moments those sparks that started it all.

If their relationship would have happened any faster i dont think it would have been the same, because yes, they're made for each other, but it just woudnt have worked out. The slow burn was what was needed for both of their character developments. Without that pining, without that jelousy or those moments and looks i dont think bea would have ever left the ocs later, because it could have easialy be swept under the rug as "just a fling, small temptation, nothing else". But with the slow burn its more like... she feels the love and she feels happy and it dosent bring her any pain untill she lost ava.

And for ava it was another new thing. So far ava has rushed trough new things, new experiences, enjoyed the moments and moved on. Like take JC, she rushed in and trough that relationship so fast, but ultimately we dont ever hear her mention him much after. It was just another new shiny thing she hadnt gotten to experience before. But now, with this build up, her slowing down, she starts to apprechiate the small things she now has, the small important moments with beatrice. Like when they danced in the club and the moment where she just looked at bea, really looked and i bet nothing else mattered for her in that moment.

In the second half of the song theres this build up which is like how their love was so slowly and delicately built moment upon moment and emotions upon emotions and ultimately at the end of the build up with the last high notes its their high point, every small building block being down, all those months of experiences just everything coming togheter and then one of the most purest forms of affection. A simple, beautiful kiss.

And the way the song fades out in the end... Their time being cut short. Their love tossed in the air, left to the wind because ava is gone(for now) and bea is left behind. But the sound lingers for so long that i cant help but believe theres still hope for both of them, and i think they believe the same.

Extra thoughts

Honestly i cant decide which came first in this case, was the piece written for that scene and later made the theme song or was it first their theme song...

See this song fits so well in that scene. Which makes me believe that it was first written for it. Like the fear at start and then bea feeling the pulse and thinking ava is dead, and comforting and asking her not to be dead, and then her being okay and alright and ending on the high point of "they cant beat us bea, not togheter." Which is such an important line!

Maybe they wrote it for that scene and realized how well it symbolised their relationship too.

Cant lie about the fact how sad sounding it is either. Which makes sense for the scene but also maybe a tiny bit for their relationship.

Its always been known how warrior nuns dont live long, the line where camila says "theyre never yours, they never last" perfectly shows the looming saddness and eventual ending to their arc in this season. How their love was, is and will be under the threat because any moment any one of them could die and the other would be left alone.

Of course these are all just my thoughts, and if you have different ones i happily welcome them in the comments, dms or even asks. <3

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dragonsareourfuture · 4 years ago

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Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

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metalbuckaroo · 4 years ago

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Okay so I’m a sucker for protective/possessive moments with Bucky so I was thinking something like either dbf! Bucky or biker! Bucky knows the reader’s ex wasn’t great and while they are on a date or something, he sees the reader’s ex harassing her and the ex gets a little physical (nothing super serious)?? Maybe the reader goes to get them concessions or goes to the bathroom and that’s when her ex sees her and tries to like corner her and get her back?? Idk you can have fun with it I’m not picky. Also congrats on almost hitting 1k followers!! :) xx

Diner

Summary: a night meant for just Bucky and his girl doesn't go as planned

Warnings: gross, toxic ex, unwanted attention, lil angsty, lil fluffy, lil smutty, cursing.

AU: Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

AN: Since I've done so much dbf bucky the past couple days and haven't done biker bucky in a hot minute I chose biker, and this also may be a little peak into a new biker!bucky series I've been planning out for awhile.

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

Bucky patted at his pockets, shifting around in his seat to feel his back ones. "I forgot my wallet in the truck." He sighed, going to stand from the booth.

"I'll go get it, just sit back down." You said, giving him a soft smile. He didn't argue, just nodded and leaned back into the seat. "It's in the glove compartment."

Going to the single cab truck that was parked a few spots down from the front door of the diner, you pulled the creaky door open, the dome light flicking on to light the dark space.

Bucky kept everything but gloves in the compartment. Unopened packs of cigarettes, extra lighters, gas receipts; the gloves usually stayed on his hands or in his back pocket.

You quickly grabbed the brown leather wallet and shut the truck door, seeing the waitress walking towards the table Bucky was at through the large windows.

"Hey, you. Been awhile." You froze from the familiar voice talking behind you, not taking your hand from the door. "Hi, Jason." You mumbled, glancing at him when you went to walk back towards the entrance of the diner.

He walked closer, blocking your path and making you back towards the truck again. "How have you been? Heard you moved away but, here you are."

You cleared your throat and looked to the windows where Bucky was sat, looking down at his gloved hands. "I'm, uh, here with my boyfriend. So, if you'll just let me-"

Jason blocked you from going around him, holding his arm out so you couldn't pass. "Boyfriend? Please, hun. No other man could want you after I had you."

Your blood went cold, skin crawling from his words. "Well, you can tell him that. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." You spat, pushing pass him.

Bucky looked out just in time to see Jason grab your wrist and jerk you back towards him. The action making him push out of the booth and shove the glass door open.

"Get the fuck off, Jason." You seethed, trying to pull your arm from his bruising grip. "That's such a pretty dress, though. You never wore dresses when we were together. Let's try again." He said with faux innocence. "You never let me."

A gentle, yet grounding touch to your sides from behind eased your nerves; Bucky's gruff voice filling your ears. "I don't like people touching what's mine. Especially my girl."

Jason sneered at him, releasing your wrist. "Your girl? You let her out in a dress like that?" He scoffed. Bucky pulled you closer to his front, trying to put as much space between you and the man as he could. "Most know better than to touch or even look at her. Now, move." Bucky's voice was chillingly calm as he glowered at the shorter man.

"Must not have fucked her yet, she's ruined. All because of me." Jason said with a low chuckle. "Get in the truck, cherry." Bucky said, his tone softer towards you as he urged you to walk away. "Buck-"

The hard look he gave made you shut up and walk around to the driverside, jumping slightly when Jason was shoved into the side of the truck's bed.

You looked over you shoulder to see the much larger brunette stalking towards him, expression on his face that would make anyone with some sense slither away in cowardice. "I don't know who you think you ruined, but it's not her. I suggest you stay as far away from her as possible, she's mine and I don't share."

You scooted to the passenger side and cranked the handle to roll the window down, poking your head out to look at Bucky. "Buck, please. Can we just go somewhere else?" You pleaded, wanting out of the situation as quick as possible.

Bucky backed away, glaring at Jason for a moment before turning around. "Yeah, better listen to your whore. It's all she ever w-" Jason was cut off by a swift right hook knocking him to his knees.

"Dumb fucking bastard, that's not how you talk about a lady." Bucky spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the man who was holding his bleeding nose. "Anything but a fucking lady. Let her out in a dress like that and she'll cheat on you with the first guy who gives her a compliment."

Kneeling in front of Jason, Bucky cocked his head to the side. "I know how to take care of my girl, unlike filth like you." He spat through gritted teeth.

"Bucky Barnes, truck, now." You ordered, Bucky standing and looking at you, a softer look to his face as he made his way to his side of the truck.

"Sorry, baby." He mumbled, shoving the keys in the ignition before tugging you to the middle seat.

Tonight was suppose to be a night without club and bar talk, and jackets. Just you and Bucky, at a small diner just outside town. Now, Bucky felt like it was ruined and could tell you were still stressed by the way you fiddled with the glove on his hand.

"Want it off." You huffed, getting a nod from Bucky who took the velcro strap between his teeth and pulled it; taking his hand from the wheel just long enough to tug it off.

His warm hand went back to your thigh, thumb pressing soothing circles into the skin. "We're taking the back way home." He exhaled, his grip on the steering wheel not letting up.

You looked over at his stern expression, knowing exactly why he wanted to take the back way home. The reason making you squeeze your thighs together.

"I shouldn't have let you go get it. I'm sorry." Bucky mumbled, giving your thigh a light squeeze. "You don't have to say sorry for every little thing." You said, shaking your head at him.

His jaw clenched, the way your ex had looked at you replaying in his mind. It made his stomach churn.

The truck was suddenly pulled to the side of the dark road and jammed into park. "C'mere, wanna talk to you." He said, pulling the lever to tilt the steering wheel as high as it could go. "You can talk to me from here."

"No, I need you to listen to me fully. Come here." His tone had a demanding edge to it as you shifted around to straddle his lap.

Leaning his head back against the headrest, Bucky took a slow, deep breath, hands on the outsides of your thighs. "I don't want you listening to a damn thing he said. Got me?"

You nodded, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. "What he says doesn't matter. I've got you, Sarge." You said softly, fingers moving to wrap around his dog tags. "Hm, that's how you wanna play?" He chuckled, hands gliding further up your thighs.

"Maybe." You shrugged. A gasp passed through your lips when the thin fabric of your underwear was ripped at the sides. "You gotta quit doing that, won't have any left."

"If you'd quit wearin' 'em, I wouldn't have to rip 'em."

You lifted your hips long enough for him to shuffle his pants down enough to free his erection, lips engulfing yours as your fingers carded into his thick hair.

Bucky's thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he pulled away. "Want you to make yourself feel good. Alright, baby? Do whatever takes your mind off of it, I'm all yours and you're all mine." He purred, both of your chests heaving from the kiss as his metal hand lifted your hips. "Right?"

You nodded, biting back a whimper from the stretch he caused when you lowered onto him. His hand held your jaw, pulling your face closer so he could nudge your nose with his. "Say it, sugar. I wanna hear it."

You popped open the buttons on his shirt, gliding your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest before leaning to his ear. "All yours, Sarge."

A low groan pulled from his chest, you lips ghosting across his scruffy jaw. "There's my girl." He cooed, hands guiding your hips in a grind.

"So tight and wet for me. Take me so perfectly." He groaned, rolling his hips up into yours as you bounced as much as you could in the cramped space.

"Fuck, James" you panted, already feeling the pressure building in your lower stomach with each movement. "Already, cherry? I knew I was good but damn- can feel you milking me."

Bucky moved his thumb to press sloppy circles to your clit, your fingers digging into the skin of his chest as warmth took over; making him groan and snap his hips up.

You felt the muscles of his abdomen tense before he let out a low groan, rolling his hips into yours through both of your highs.

Thick arms wrapped around you and held you close, Bucky's lips brushing your shoulder and stubble scratching your skin. "I'll always take care of you, sugar."

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kiwi-muses · 2 years ago

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i would follow you

Azriel took his time flying from the River Estate to the House of Wind, enjoying the wind flowing through him and around him. In the weeks following Blood Rite, Azriel was trying to deploy spies closer to Koschei to determine his end game. Rhysand was still vehemently against Azriel himself going, something that chafed at him. He understood his brother’s protectiveness, but knew his efficiency was limited.

As he approached the House, he saw two figures sparring in the training ring, and two winged figures to the side. As he got closer, he saw a flash of red hair in the ring. Gwyn, he thought. That made the winged figures Cassian and Emerie, leaving Nesta sparring with Gwyn. He was fairly certain there wasn’t training today, though. He banked and landed, walking to join Cassian and Emerie. Cassian had a slight frown on his face as he watched Nesta and Gwyn. Azriel could hear grunts as hits connected; Gwyn and Nesta were a blur of fists, kicks, and blocks. Neither were pulling back. “Extra training session?” he asked Cassian.

He grunted in response. “Of a sort. Mor, Nes, and I were in the House, and Gwyn came up and said ‘It’s time to talk about that forgiveness.’ Nes just looked at her, went to change, and here they’ve been. Haven’t listened to me at all. Mor went to get Emerie. Emerie,” he drawled, “says this has been coming so she won’t intervene. They’ve been at it for over an hour; I thought they’d tire by now.” Azriel quirked his brow. Nothing Cass said made much sense.

Emerie snorted. “Not likely - Gwyn is angry. And nothing fuels her quite like anger.” If Azriel weren’t so good at controlling his features, his eyebrows would have hit his hairline. He didn’t know the priestess to become angry. Frustrated, but never angry.

Gwyn and Nesta broke apart, circling each other. Oh yes, Azriel could see the anger on Gwyn’s face now. Her teal eyes that normally reminded him of the sea were cold as ice, an expression he much more often associated with Nesta. He heard Nesta begin to speak. “I’ll admit, I didn’t expect forgiveness to look like fighting,” she said.

“Well you didn’t let me fight at the Breaking. Better late than never.”

“I will not apologize for choosing for you to live.” Nesta’s voice was hard. Azriel heard Emerie’s sharp inhale, and he felt a twinge in his chest. The Valkyries had informed them of the basics of the events in the Blood Rite, but he hadn’t realized Gwyn had come to the crossroads of not walking away alive.

“What happened,” murmured Cassian. Emerie took a steadying breath.

Quietly, as if she didn’t want the other Valkyries to hear her, Emerie recounted what happened on Ramiel. “At the Pass, Nesta said she’d fight off Bellius and the other males. Gwyn wanted to stay with her. But she’d lost too much blood and it would kill her. Nesta knew that. So she knocked her out, and I carried her the rest of the way up the mountain.” Cassian swore softly.

The priestess is loyal, his shadows whispered. Loyal, indeed. He wondered if they bond that they had formed on Ramiel... He wondered if it was forged of the same steel as his, Cassian’s, and Rhysand’s.

“I do not seek an apology for your choice, Nesta.” Gwyn made for a swift attack that Nesta blocked. They circled each other again. “I told you what happened to me.” Azriel felt a shiver down his spine. That was a day he hadn’t been able to scrub from his memory, especially after seeing the priestess again. He wasn’t a fool - he could deduce what had been done to her, what he’d intervened in. He’d been quietly impressed at her strength since then, her desire to train. “My choices were stolen from me. And you… in making your choice, you took away mine.” He saw a tear slide down Gwyn’s cheek, and he saw pain on Nesta’s face. Gwyn kicked at Nesta, and their flurry of movement started once again. There was silence between them for a few moments as they each got in hits and blocks.

Gwyn put down her fists, and looked Nesta in the eye. “I lost Catrin,” she panted. “I will not lose another sister again.” Her hand cupped Nesta’s cheek, and brought her forehead to meet Nesta’s. “I would have followed you, my sister. My commander.” The air felt heavy. He glanced at Cassian, seeing his widened eyes.

“I know,” Nesta said, tears escaping her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Azriel knew those words did not leave Nesta often, lending a particular gravity to the exchange.

“You will not take away my choice again.” Gwyn’s voice was quiet, but hard. “I will live or die by my own choices. And if I should die by my sister, it will have been an honor.” Gwyn pulled Nesta to her in a hug, and Azriel saw Emerie run to them to throw her arms around them. He felt as though he was witnessing something sacred and private. He looked at Cassian.

“I wouldn’t have pegged Gwyn the type to settle a disagreement with fists,” he remarked dryly. Cassian snorted.

“Me either. I thought Nes was exaggerating when she said our favorite priestess had a temper.”

Just when Azriel thought he had the priestess pegged, she’d throw him a curveball. She was competitive. Loyal. And, apparently, fiery. She intrigued him.

The threeway hug broke apart. “So,” Gwyn said brightly, “who’s up for cake?” Emerie barked a laugh.

“You went from pummeling each other and now you want cake?!”

Gwyn shrugged her shoulders. “My score is settled, and now I want cake.” All three females chuckled, Nesta shaking her head, and started making their way towards the door. Nesta veered to give Cassian a kiss, and Azriel could hear him asking if she was alright. He caught Gwyn’s eye. “Hello, shadowsinger.” Her eyes sparkled.

“Hello, priestess.” He responded. His shadows danced at her proximity.

“Hello, shadows,” she said with a smile. He could feel joy in his shadows, and a few left to twirl around her, making her giggle. “Come join us for cake. Life is too short to miss out on cake!”

Truthfully, Azriel wasn’t overly fond of sweets. But that sparkle in her eye was hard to resist, and he felt a pull to her that he decided not to ignore. “Alright. Lead the way.” Her smile brightened, making his heart skip a beat. Maybe being stuck here instead of being sent to spy on Koschei wouldn’t be so horrid after all.

#gwyneth berdara #gwyn acotar #gwynriel #gwyn x nesta x emerie #gwyn x nesta #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara fic #nesta archeron #nesta x gwyn friendship

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yumeka36 · 2 years ago

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Yumeka’s adventure in the Frozen Realm (Disney Dreamlight Valley) - part 2

*if you haven’t seen part 1 of this series, click here*

Continuing from where I left off in my previous post, I finally got the items assembled to create the wind chimes to calm Gale down, which allowed me to finally bring Anna and Elsa into the valley!

Anna was pretty excited to come to the valley once I mentioned that Kristoff is there.

Elsa needed a bit more convincing though...

We decided that taking photos would make Elsa feel more welcomed. Anna suggested I take photos of the strange ice cave near the forest.

While walking through town that night, I was happy to see that Anna got a letter from Elsa!

Anna wasted no time getting settled into the valley. One of the first things she did was go out to dinner with Merlin! Everyone in town seems to know that guy, lol. Greek pizza was Anna’s order...do they even have pizza in Arendelle? She must have heard about it from the locals in the valley and wanted to try it!

According to Mickey, Minnie had formed a club with Woody and Anna!? Interesting duo, lol. Guess I’ll have to get Minnie back into the valley to find out more!

By the way, the overarching plot/lore of this game is that there was this weird phenomena called The Forgetting, which caused all the characters to forget about many things, like each other and how they used to live in the valley together, which is why many of them left. There was someone who ruled the valley, simply referred to as The Ruler, who disappeared when The Forgetting occurred. There seems to be a link between The Forgetting and the Night Thorns, which are these nasty thorn bushes that have overtaken the valley and only I have the power to remove them.

You find excerpts from The Ruler’s journal throughout the game. Here’s a piece where he talks about Anna and Elsa (with obvious signs the he’s affected by The Forgetting).

Anyway, after I got the photos to show Elsa, Anna sent me on my way (with a letter of course!)

And with that, I brought Elsa to the valley!

Right after she arrived, Elsa made her way to the forest and found Anna! Much to my pleasant surprise, they immediately got into a conversation about Olaf, lol. They were so happy to see each other, they didn’t care that it was pouring rain!

Throughout the day they still insisted on exchanging letters though...c’mon, ladies, you’re in the same valley now, no need for Gale Post anymore!

With both sisters securely in the valley, I decided to go back to helping Kristoff find his pal Donald.

I guess The Forgetting didn’t affect Kristoff’s memory of everything, lol.

It was an odd sight to see the Snow Queen fishing in a little pond in the meadow, lol. But I guess it makes sense as I’m sure Elsa has gotten used to catching her own food in the Enchanted Forest. Or she just likes her fish extra fresh!

The game has a cool map feature where you can see where all the characters are at a given time. I also found out that the Arendelle castle-looking house is where Anna and Kristoff live. I believe Elsa’s house will be in the ice cave nearby...

...speaking of which, she told me she started hearing a sound from the cave. Could it be the valley’s version of Ahtohallan?

I followed Elsa to the spot and realized I needed to upgrade my pickaxe in order to remove the weird ice blocks (she said her magic doesn’t work on them).

After a short time, I was able to remove the ice and we made our way inside. It looked really cool (no pun intended). Are those sculptures on the right supposed to be a younger Anna and Elsa?

Unfortunately the rest of the cave is blocked off until I get the remaining pieces to remove the seal.

We decided to call it a night after that...and when I went to check on Remy’s restaurant later, who should I see but Anna and Elsa having a sisters’ dinner out!

Of course, I made sure to cook up their orders (with Remy’s help). Apparently they were both in the mood for fish (and maybe a nip from that champagne bottle, lol).

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That’s it for now! My adventures will continue soon enough...

Click here for part 3.

#frozen #disney frozen #frozen2 #frozen 2 #disney dreamlight valley #Elsa #anna #Kristoff

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casuallyimagining · 3 years ago

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Caramel

Kim Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: Namjoon likes his coffee a particular way. Unfortunately, his order gets swapped with a stranger's when he's running late for a meeting. Word Count: 1,119 Notes: Thanks to @taegularities for beta-ing this for me! And many thanks to @missgeniality for the beautiful banner!

This fic is a part of @bangtanwritingbingo's spring bingo event and fills the square meet cute.

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

It was early. Who in their right mind would schedule a meeting so early? Clearly someone who didn’t care about the wellbeing of the other people involved with the process. Which made sense, seeing as in 30 minutes, he was due to have a call with a music producer in America. Something about making better connections in the Western music industry.

Namjoon just wanted to go back to sleep. Or, at least, hide away in his studio and work on the newest track he couldn’t stop thinking about.

He hummed to himself as he pushed into the little coffee shop a few blocks away from the Hybe building. It was packed–normal, he presumed, for so early in the morning–and Namjoon was immediately glad that he had placed a mobile order.

The coffee shop itself was cozy–he and Yoongi had come here plenty of times in the afternoons when they’d needed a break from the studio but still wanted to work. The art on the walls were prints of renaissance paintings–Namjoon could name them all if he had the time–and the wood of the tables and counter were dark mahogany. A dark academia dream hidden right in the middle of Yongsan.

After a moment of waiting, Namjoon was finally able to take a step in the door, sliding along the wall until he was able to reach the small mobile order corner of the counter. Empty. Namjoon sighed, though he wasn’t at all surprised. This was busier than he’d ever seen the coffeeshop, and the baristas behind the counter looked frantic as they worked.

Accepting his fate, Namjoon stepped to the side, just out of the way enough that no one would mistake him for being in line, and he waited. A few moments passed, the light jingle of the bell on the door ringing out above the din of customers and the light jazz that played over the shop’s speakers.

Namjoon was vaguely aware of another body joining him in waiting, not close enough that he was uncomfortable, but he subtly pulled the bill of his baseball cap lower anyway. He couldn’t afford to get recognized right now. Not only would it cause hysteria in the coffeeshop, but he really had to get to his meeting.

He spared a glance at the stranger who had joined him in waiting. She wasn't even looking at him, but he could feel his heart skip a beat. There was something in the way she stood, head bent to look at her phone, bag slung over her shoulder, that gave him an odd feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, he was transported to middle school and he was falling head over heels for the cute upper class girl all over again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a cheery “Here you go! Sorry for the wait!” and the soft slosh of two plastic cups hitting the mobile order counter. Mind a little fuzzy, Namjoon mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ before reaching forward, his hand curling around the closest coffee cup to him.

Almost as soon as she had entered his thoughts, the pretty stranger was gone, replaced by the upcoming meeting as Namjoon stealthily made his way through the coffeeshop to the door. He lifted the cup to his lips as soon as he was outside.

What. The. Fuck.

This was not his coffee. Or, if it was his coffee, it certainly wasn’t what he had ordered. Namjoon wasn’t a coffee snob by any means–that title went to Yoongi-hyung–but he liked what he liked. And this was certainly not a blonde caramel macchiato with almond milk, two extra pumps of vanilla, and double caramel drizzle. This was definitely caramel, but it was significantly more bitter, like the person getting it had ordered a double shot of espresso.

Namjoon sighed and turned around. He could probably still make his meeting if he waited in the line. His hand was on the door to the coffeeshop when it burst open, the pretty stranger from before on the other side.

“You,” she said, and Namjoon could hear the venom in her voice.

“Me?” Mentally, he smacked himself. Classy, Namjoon. Real fucking classy.

“You took my coffee.” She pointed an accusing finger at the cup in his hands.

“I didn’t mean to, I just-”

“This tastes like a unicorn threw up. How can you drink this diabetic nightmare?”

“I…” Namjoon’s head cocked to the side. This was not where he thought the conversation would turn. “This is very bitter.”

Smooth.

And then she laughed, and for a moment, Namjoon thought his heart had stopped. “I just… I really rely on this,” she gestured to the cup in her hands, “to get me through the day, you know?”

Namjoon nodded furiously. “I have a meeting in 20 minutes. I was hoping not to fall asleep on my boss.”

“So you get it.” She sighed, rubbing her hand against her forehead as she thought. It was a cute habit, Namjoon thought absently. “Listen, I have to get to class. You don’t have any contagious diseases do you? No alien influenza or anything?”

“Uh… no?”

“Cool.” Gingerly, she slid the cup out of Namjoon’s hand, replacing it with the cup she had been holding. “I don’t normally swap coffee with strangers, by the way. I just… well you get it.”

Namjoon nodded. Weirdly enough, he did.

“Well, I’ll see you around, I guess. Good luck with your meeting.” She flashed him a pair of finger guns and started to walk away.

His body moved of its own accord. Or perhaps it was some sort of divine intervention. Because before he knew it, Namjoon was jogging to catch up with her.

“I uh… want to make it up to you. Stealing your coffee, I mean.” His heart was pounding, and Namjoon knew his face was probably beet red. He wasn’t normally the type to chase down pretty strangers on the street. “We could go out for coffee some time? If you want to. No pressure or anything, I just…” He wasn’t sure how he was going to finish that sentence.

“Sure.” She flashed him a small, nervous smile, and Namjoon knew he would be thinking about that image all day.

She took a pen out of her bag and wrote her number on his hand. And then, after a quiet “text me when you want to meet up,” she was gone. Namjoon stared after her, his eyes fixated on the way she wiped off the rim of her coffee before lifting it to her lips.

He set an alarm in his phone to text her as soon as his meeting was over.

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auspicious-manner · 2 years ago

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Hi, could you write a bit angsty mike faist x reader where they are in relationship and reader thinks that she isn' enough pretty/fit for him, because he is a dancer and an actor? And mike comforts her about that?

i’m sorry for the slow updates, life has been so busy but i’m still around, just working at a slower pace!

this story was a hard one for me to write. not because i had writers block, but because i related deeply to some of the content in this one. i’ve struggled with body dysmorphia, overthinking, and anxiety before, and this story resonates with me and probably so many others as well. i wanted to approach it in a way that would make me feel comforted if i was actively struggling with these issues.

female reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety, body dysmorphia, harassment from men, rude comments about body, panic attack

Perfect to Me

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as humans, we have complex emotions and moods that sometimes seem to make zero sense whatsoever. sometimes they can be positive feelings, like love and joy. sometimes they can be negative, like jealousy and resentment. however bad or good, these emotions make us human, and are completely normal.

at least, that’s what Y/N told herself everyday. she hoped that if she kept repeating that mindset in her brain, it would start to become the truth. her mind was intricate, and her thoughts would sometimes spiral out of control. these thoughts only elevated when she met her boyfriend. all day every day, she was a conflicting mix of proud and in love, while also being down and disappointed.

Y/N couldn’t begin to find the words to describe her boyfriend, mike faist. he was everything to her. he had made a name for himself, and he was the epitome of a triple threat. she had met him shortly after he joined the cast of “dear evan hansen” on broadway, and they quickly became close. a year later, they began to date, and since they made it official two years ago, Y/N had an ongoing inner battle with herself.

mike was a star. he was the most talented person she knew. and Y/N? she didn’t think of herself as anything more than just a girl. every day, she questioned why mike chose her out of the millions of girls he could have had.

she lived with him in new york city, and worked as a paid intern at the headquarters of an up and coming fashion company. when her schedule allowed, she would visit him while on set or at a stage production of his.

one morning, she had to wake up early for a business meeting at the office, and the alarm on her smart watch woke her up at exactly six in the morning. Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she saw that mike was still fast asleep at her side. she slowly wriggled her way out of his grasp as to not wake him, stopping every few seconds to make sure he was still asleep. finally, her feet touched the cold wood below her and she peered outside her apartment window to see the sun rising above the city.

she went to the bathroom and glanced over her average features in the mirror. her once defined facial structures were starting to fall, her hips were wide, her stomach wasn’t completely flat, and her arms were looking extra big today. Y/N sighed, her feelings weighing heavily on her conscience.

she got dressed for work, putting on a tight skirt with a long sleeved blouse tucked in. she looked over herself, and saw that the fabric closely hugged her curves.

Y/N tried to sneak around mike who was still sleeping as best she could. however, when she dropped her phone on the ground in the bedroom resulting in the loudest thud possible, he shot up from bed.

“are you okay?” he asked groggily. “i heard something fall.”

Y/N frowned. “sorry mike, i just dropped my phone.”

“are you leaving?” mike asked, still squinting at her as his eyes adjusted to the morning light.

“yeah, but i’ll be back around four today.”

“okay, i’ll be home at about six. have a good day at work,” he said as Y/N walked over to the bed and leaned down to give mike a kiss.

“i’ll try. you have a good day too.”

“i love you, Y/N.”

“i love you too, mike,” she responded before leaving.

she walked out of the apartment complex and down the streets of new york to the office where she worked, which was only a few blocks away. she entered the building, being greeted by the smell of coffee, fabric, and paper. Y/N went straight to her boss’s office to collect her tasks for the day.

she knocked on his door gently before hearing a grisly “come in” from the other side. she opened it and saw her boss, named henry beauford.

beauford wasn’t known for being a kind boss. he often subjected his workers to unpaid overtime and overworking, and was unnecessarily harsh on those who worked every day to make his company grow. Y/N was afraid of him, considering one wrong move would have her blacklisted from any other fashion company in new york.

he had old, sunken eyes, and a taste for stylish suits. his hair was fading from a dull brown to a light grey, and his cheek bones remained chiseled despite his age.

beauford looked up from his desk and eyed Y/N. “good morning. i have to start our meeting in roughly…” he started, glancing at his watch. “ten minutes. go get me and anyone else here that wants coffee some coffee. i want my usual.”

Y/N nodded and quickly left the room, making her way to the coffee station on the second floor. on her way, she got four more orders to make.

she began pouring the hot coffee into cups, but was interrupted when she felt a tap on her shoulder. she turned around and saw a coworker of hers named jesse.

jesse was constantly talking to her and flirting, despite Y/N’s best attempts to shoo him away. she mentioned to him that she had a boyfriend multiple times, yet he still went after her. she was not in the mood to deal with the likes of him today.

“hey Y/N, how has your morning gone?” he asked smoothly.

“just fine, thanks jesse.”

he paused. “tomorrow night, i was going to go out to dinner with friends, but my date flaked on me. i need someone by my side for the dinner, want to come with me?” jesse asked with a smile.

“no thank you.”

“come on, i’ll pay,” he persisted.

“i said no,” Y/N said, harsher this time.

jesse’s smile fell. “i’m surprised your boyfriend hasn’t broken up with you, you aren’t necessarily all that beautiful. he could do much better, and you know it. but you’d be perfect for me. i don’t need a perfect girl.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. she knew jesse was right; mike could do so much better. however, hearing it aloud was a whole new feeling for her.

“i-i’m going to go deliver my coffees.”

she ran off, leaving jesse in the dust. she made her rounds in the office, taking her time delivering the coffees to the various employees. finally, on her last stop, she made it to beauford’s once again.

she knocked, and when the familiar “come in” sounded, Y/N entered to find beauford and jesse having a conversation. as soon as she stepped foot into the room, their eyes fell on her in a cold as ice way.

“i-is something wrong?” Y/N asked nervously, resting the cup on his desk.

beauford looked her up and down. “yes, actually. there is,” he started. jesse was smiling devilishly at the look on Y/N’s face.

“jesse brought to my attention that your outfit isn’t exactly… office appropriate,” beauford stated.

Y/N squinted her eyes. “what? this is perfectly within the dress code.”

“the clothes themselves are, but they hug your body a bit too tight. we can see all of your curves.”

Y/N looked down. she wasn’t big, but she definitely was not skinny. the curves on her stomach and hips were what she was most insecure about, and her clothes apparently highlighted the natural curvature of her body too much.

she wasn’t having any of it. “so if a skinny girl wore this outfit, it would be okay?”

“precisely. that’s why i’m going to send you home for a few days to hopefully get rid of a few of those curves.”

Y/N’s face fell from a look of anger to a look of pure horror and embarrassment. tears welled up in her eyes, and jesse sent her a sly smile. he was behind all of this because he was tired of being rejected.

at this point, her mind was completely torn on what to do. half of her wanted to fight it, give them a piece of her mind. then again, she wanted this job. it was her dream to design clothes, and this job could get her there.

Y/N gulped, trying to ignore the lump in her throat and the red on her cheeks. “okay, i’m sorry. see you in a few days.”

she turned around and walked out, holding back the tears that were trying so desperately to make an appearance.

as Y/N walked home, it felt like the streets of new york were spinning. her mind was dazed, and it felt like that until she unlocked the door to her and mike’s apartment and closed herself inside.

when she made it inside, she burst into tears. she had never felt so humiliated, torn down, and embarrassed. and the worst part was that she knew what they said was right.

Y/N ran to the bathroom and viewed herself in the mirror. her curves were very much present, and her puffy eyes added to the disillusion that she was anything less than beautiful. she continued sobbing and slid her back against the door.

her breathing was becoming irregular, and her tears slowed when she began to hyperventilate. she reached for her phone to call mike, but there was no reply.

“mike, please!” she yelled, trying it again. her heart rate quickened, and she continued gasping for air.

she tried and tried again, but stopped when she remembered that mike probably didn’t want anything to do with her. she was nothing, and he was something. he shouldn’t have to console Y/N in a moment like this.

she laid down on the floor, hoping to stop the pain in her chest and her headache. the panic attack made her feel like she needed to pass out. then, Y/N felt her body disassociate until everything went black, and she was out cold.

Y/N’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and she saw the ceiling above her. she felt the cold tile underneath her body, and she couldn’t remember why she was laying on the ground. however, she felt like she had a long, much needed nap.

she checked the time, which was five o’clock. she couldn’t believe she had slept for that long.

she knew that mike would be home in an hour. when Y/N saw a message from her boss about what day she would be coming back to work and missed calls from mike, all of what had happened in the morning came flooding back to her.

her lip quivered, and she gently cried once again. this cry wasn’t a panicked, heart-wrenching sob like her previous one was. this one was slower, more melancholic.

she sat her back against the wall and cried it out. she thought about how much she hated her appearance, and how much she felt like a disappointment compared to her boyfriend. she almost felt it’d be easier to break up with him before she got even more attached to someone she knew she shouldn’t have.

the time flew by, and before she knew it, the familiar sound of mike unlocking their apartment door came from outside the closed bathroom door. Y/N’s tears halted for a moment before continuing when she heard his footsteps.

“Y/N, i’m home,” mike announced, worry already present in his voice. Y/N tried to give a reply, but no words came out.

“Y/N? where are you? i received so many missed calls from you today.” he questioned.

finally, Y/N croaked a harsh “in here.”

the footsteps quickened, and there was a knock at the door before mike pulled open the door. he looked around and saw a hunched over Y/N pressed against the wall, still in her work clothes and eyes puffy from crying.

“oh my god Y/N, what happened?” mike asked, bending down in front of her. the concern in his voice made Y/N begin crying again. he placed his hands on her arms comfortingly.

Y/N sighed and stood up. mike stood up too, and she turned her back to him.

“what’s wrong? did i do something?” he asked, his voice getting more confused by the second.

she shook her head. “n-no. it’s not you, it’s me.”

mike frowned. “what-?”

“today at work, a male coworker of mine was fed up with me not giving him a chance. he went to my boss, and he made up a dress code rule and sent me home to lose a few pounds. all because my outfit hugged my curves too tight.”

mike turned red with anger, and his face scrunched up. “that’s it, those men can’t treat you like this. that’s ridiculous.”

mike’s face softened when he realized there was something deeper going on. “Y/N don’t let those men get to you. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“but the thing is they’re right,” she exclaimed, mike’s heart breaking with every word. she took a pause. “they’re right. i’m not as skinny as i could be, i’m not all that pretty, and i’m boring. and you? you’re amazing. you’re doing big things and i’m just kind of… there. you can do so much better, mike. so much better. you deserve someone good.”

mike stared back at her, and Y/N swore she saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes. he stepped closer to her. “is that really what you think?”

Y/N nodded and cried harder. “yes.”

mike wrapped her in a hug, but she didn’t hug back. she loved the feeling of being close to him, but the more distant she could be, the easier it would be to break things off.

mike pulled away, his arms lingering around her. he took his hands and wiped away her tears.

“mike, i don’t want to grow more attached than i already am. you need to go find someone else, i’m holding you back,” she pleaded.

mike pressed his hands against her cheeks and tilted her head up to make her look him in the eyes.

“i fell in love with you for a reason. do you know why?”

Y/N shook her head, and mike continued. “i fell in love with you because i didn’t like the idea of being with someone just like me. i like having a humble, regular girl. you aren’t flashy, you aren’t loud, you’re simply you. and that’s enough for me.” he removed a hand and gently used his other thumb to rub her cheek.

“but i-”

“let me finish,” mike interrupted. “you’re ambitious, brave, strong, cool, smart, and so much more. you complete me and ground me more than anyone. you keep me sane in the busiest of times. you help me so much more than you’d ever know. i need you, Y/N.”

“are you sure?” she asked innocently.

mike smiled. “i’ve always been sure. you’re perfect in my eyes, sweetheart, and i’ve always known you’re the one for me. you’re beautiful inside and out.”

“who told you i was perfect?” she asked, a small smile on her lips.

“no one had to tell me. you just are.”

Y/N leaned her head into his chest and cried some more. mike rested his hand behind her head, and wrapped the other one around her back.

she sniffled. “i’m sorry.”

“for what? you have nothing to apologize for,” mike consoled.

“i’m sorry for being obnoxious about this. today just sucked, really bad.”

“it’s my job as your boyfriend to keep you happy, safe, and comfortable. i would do this for you at any time,” he said quietly, trying not to cry in response to Y/N’s endless tears.

they stayed in their hug in the bathroom until Y/N calmed down. for her, she needed this love, and she couldn’t fathom the thought of breaking things off with him anymore. he was her rock.

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wordsafterhours · 3 years ago

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Songs About You: Chapter 1

Apologies for the short word count and if it seems forced. I’m trying to figure out my storyline and like said before, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything of substance. I’ll get there, hopefully.

Also, if you want to be tagged when I struggle through writing, just let me know :)

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The Orynth air was particularly crisp this morning, signaling that fall wasn’t far behind. Aelin smiled softly to herself as she reveled in that knowledge. The past few summer months had been unusually hot and if she was being honest with herself, it had made her quite cranky. Lysandra and Elide had remarked on it several times—apparently there was only so much complaining and bitchy attitude the pair would accept from her.

Aelin glanced down at her watch, hoping she had enough time to grab coffee from “The Stag” before she had to open the bookstore. She’d spent too much time looking for her favorite sage green crew neck this morning and had almost accepted defeat when she found it in the very back of her closet. However, she’d had to forgo makeup and fixing her hair to still leave her house on time, but the outfit was worth it. She knew she looked good in her ankle boots, dark wash skinny jeans and sweater, and that made up for the rest.

Coffee assaulted her senses the moment she pulled open The Stag’s heavy green door. There weren’t many people in line, and she silently thanked the gods. Her turquoise eyes pursued up and down the elegant script menu, acting like she wasn’t going to order the same thing she always did.

“Good morning, Aelin,” said Archer as she approached the worn wooden counter.

“Morning, Archer,” she replied cheerfully.

“The usual or are you going to change it up today?”

“I swear I look at that menu at least three times a week, thinking I’ll get something different… but I never do. I’ll take my usual with an extra shot of espresso, please.” Archer laughed and swiped her card before handing it back.

“It’ll be right out; I hope you have a good day!”

She moved towards the pick-up counter and quietly surveyed the coffee shop. The Stag had been one of her favorite places in Orynth since it opened a few blocks from the bookstore. The city had been through hard times, and it warmed her to the core to see downtown growing back towards its former glory.

Aelin scooped up her hazelnut and caramel latte and headed back out into the crisp morning air. Before long, she slid her key into the ornate lock of Present Tense. The smell of old books greeted her as stepped through and flipped the door sign, indicating the store was now open.

She stoked a small fire to life in the fireplace, not because it was cold but today just felt like it deserved a little more coziness than usual. The schedule today was slim, inventory had been done yesterday, no new book shipments were expected in, and school had just started back up, so she didn’t expect any customers in until mid-morning. Maybe she could start a new romance book she had heard so much about from her friends, she had selfishly tucked away the last copy a few days ago and refused to pull it out when a customer came in asking for it. She’d casually said there would be a shipment of new books in next week and to check back then.

Before. She’d had the chance to retrieve it from beneath the counter, she felt a faint vibration in her back pocket, signaling some sort of notification. She pulled out the phone and sighed, it was her boyfriend Chaol texting about something likely not important. They’d had a terrible fight a few days ago and she wasn’t ready to make nice. He’d tried several times to apologize and explain that he didn’t mean what he said. But they both knew he had. With a thud she set the phone on the counter and chose to read her book instead.

Gods, would people stop coming in here? Aelin silently begged as the store’s door opened for what had to have been the 50th time. Normally, she relished in customers and the opportunity to discuss literature or help them find their next read, but today, she just wanted to finish reading that godsdamned novel. After she’d picked it up this morning, she’d been unable to put it down and in a seemingly cruel twist of fate, had to do just that when a continual stream of customers started around lunch time.

With a resigned sigh, Aelin tucked away the book under the counter and got up to see if the new customer needed any help. “Hi, my name is Aelin, is there anything you’re looking for today, or just browsing?”

“Do I look lost?” the woman nervously asked followed by a small chuckle.

“Not really, but if you’re looking for something specific, I’d love to help. All these shelves can be a bit overwhelming, and I don’t think I’ve seen you in before,” Aelin replied, trying not to sound as though she was pressuring the woman. But her novel was there, waiting to be finished.

“You’re right. I haven’t been in here before, but the internet said this had the most expansive book selection in the city and I’m looking for a specific cookbook. I haven’t been able to find it anywhere else.”

Aelin tried best not to gloat, but pride won out—she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to toot her own horn. “You’re correct. I pride myself on having the best inventory in all of Orynth; it was one of my main goals when I opened. The cookbook section is down that row and another two rows over. If you can’t find the book, let me know and I’ll see if I can’t order it.”

“Thank you.”

Aelin took the time to straighten out few books that were out of place after the busy afternoon, biding time until she could sit back down until and read her book, uninterrupted. With everything to her standards, she resumed her spot behind the counter. Barely ten minutes had passed, when the woman approached the counter.

“I didn’t find the cookbook I was looking for, but I did find two others I loved and a book on wildflower gardening.”

“What cookbook are you looking for? I can’t believe I don’t have. It. This is a first for me.”

The woman’s fair skin pinked up and she dropped her chestnut gaze from Aelin’s before she answered. “I’m looking for a cookbook called ‘Taste of Doranelle’. I know since it’s from another continent, that it’s probably hard to find. I’m hoping to learn a few recipes and surprise someone with some dishes. They let it slip they’re from there and well—I’m…. I’m just trying to impress them.”

The woman still hadn’t looked at her and seemed to be trying to hide her face behind her long, wavy brown hair. Aelin’s interested was piqued to say the least at this woman’s semi-embarrassing confession.

“I actually have a contact in Mistward who helps me get books from that area all the time! I can shoot him an email and let him know I need a copy. Do you want to leave your contact information and I can ring you when it comes in?”

“That would be great, thank you so much.”

“No problem. Just write it down here and hopefully you’ll hear from me soon.” Aelin finished ringing up the customer and gave a small wave goodbye as they left the store.

She looked down at the filled-out paper and noted how beautiful the woman’s handwriting was. Lyria Albrecht, 809-565-7890. Pretty name for a pretty woman, she thought to herself as she filled out the email to Bas inquiring after the book in question.

The clock in the bottom right of the screen showed she only had one hour left before she could close and that filled Aelin with glee. People hardly ever came into Present Tense at this time, and if they did, it was usually on the weekend. With a satisfied smirk, she pulled out the book and opened to where her bookmark lay:

He skimmed his hand up her arm, burning heat following everywhere he traced. Their faces were so close together, that it wouldn’t take much for them to brush lips. She desperately wanted him to close the distance, but if the smirk on his face was any indication, he was enjoying this cat and mouse game too much.

Trying to force his hand, she moved a hair closer, seeing what he would do. His hand stilled on her arm, telling her he wouldn’t continue if she stepped out of line again. She moved back, biting her lip, and hoping he would continue lighting her skin on fire. He seemed pleased that she understood she had no say in this game and he started skimming his fingers along her arm, up the side of her neck, and across her jaw, his thumb stopping on her bottom lip. She looked up into his eyes, willing—

“Hello?” an annoyed voice rang out, rather harshly, jarring Aelin from her book. Surprise gripped her body and she almost fell backwards from her stool, but instead dropped the book to steady herself.

Her face burned in embarrassment of not having a heard a customer come in, almost falling, but mostly because she’d been nose deep in what was sure to be a spicy scene. Trying to maintain what small shred of dignity she might have left in this moment, Aelin flashed a big smile and looked up, meeting a pair of extremely annoyed pine green eyes.

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manic-ass · 2 years ago

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//beautiful stranger

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) genre: strangers to lovers au! fluff, little bit of angst and hurt/comfort, oc is also a little insecure about relationship word count: 3380 summary: "sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard that colleagues call you that way... i didn't know how to ask, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, just wanted to thank you and chat a little. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t." a/n: strongly recommend you to listen to halsey's finally//beautiful stranger while reading. oh, and also, i'm sorry, but there are some phrases in french, it really makes more sense in french than in english. it's up to u wether you want to translate them while reading or no.

the first time he appeared in their coffee shop, cherry had trouble taking her eyes off of him. he might have been an ordinary guy, just another parisian, but still, there was something about his appearance that attracted. maybe the black hair, that even from a distance seemed unimaginably soft, the features themselves exquisite and refined. but when their gazes happened to cross, it was his eyes that she found most fascinating, dark brown, but the look was just like a sly cat's. for a second, he even smiled at her, the corners of lips barely lifting.

it was his first, and definitely not the last, visit－ the beautiful stranger, as the girl had named him, had been coming to the coffee shop for months. anette had brought the same order for the second week: a pumpkin spice latte, two sugar, extra cream, and a slice of cheesecake. friend teased her for liking the guy, noticing the slight blush that covered girl's cheeks.

in love like a fool, she kept telling herself, anette only rolled her eyes at this. her friend had suggested hundreds of times that cherry should make a move to meet him and if she really liked the guy that much, maybe she should at least talk to him. the same was said by yuki, who started every phone conversation with the question "how is the beautiful stranger? have you already asked him out?"

cherry laughed back, her friends so genuinely wanting to set her up with anyone that they were ready to attack any guy at whose direction she looked. but here's the problem － the beautiful stranger would stay that way, because no matter what, she would embarrassingly look at him only from under her lashes, no matter what, she would giggle quietly, watching only for some of his actions from aside.

'cause beautiful strangers only come along mostly to do her wrong.

"cher-cher, your beautiful stranger has left something at his table, think it's meant for you."

anette smiles intricately, winking at her friend. what kind of surprise could be expected there she had no idea, but seeing the note wedged between the coffee cup and the surface of the table, girl was confused. why had anette thought it was for her?

but succumbing to her curiosity, cherryl did get the note out, unfolding a piece of paper. on it, in a slightly ornate handwriting, was written :

"sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard that colleagues call you that way... i didn't know how to ask, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, just wanted to thank you and chat a little. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

the cold air blew her hair strands right into eyes, blocking girl's vision. there was still a freshness to it from the torrential rain that had been pouring non-stop for two days.

that thursday, however, the beautiful stranger was in her company, they walked it seemed until the wee hours of the morning, ignoring the cold, the bad weather, the fact that they both had to work on the next day.

ten, beautiful stranger, had taken her for a night hours walk, luring her to an indoor amusement park. somehow, cherry felt as if he had pulled all the stars from the sky for her.

adrenaline was still bubbling in her blood: they had to run in order to not miss the bus, cherry would most likely fall if ten didn't caltch her in time. her blood was boiling as well from the cold of the night, cheeks really turning rose-tinted, hands tingling from the chill － except that ten's palms were warming her own.

of course cherryl knew that going to god-only-knew-where with a stranger wasn't the best idea, but for some reason she kept walking forward, clinging even more to the guy…

and when in the park he took his palms away from her eyes, the amazement she felt was immeasurable. there wasn't a soul in the dark park, frightening, for sure, but the fact that the lights of the ferris wheel were burning brighter than the stars made her feeling excitement. ten noticed that her eyes were shining too, like those of a child who was seeing something wonderful for the first time, it made smile spread across his face.

"bienvenue dans mon monde."

cautiously looking back at him, cherry smiled. In her beautiful stranger's world everything indeed was beautiful too.

"and is everything in your world like that?"

a soft laugh came off of his lips. damn, how handsome he was, cherry thought. she marveled at how he still wasn't feeling cold, except for his fluffy sweater he wasn't wearing a jacket, and the time had long since passed midnight. she was distracted from her thoughts by the touch of his lips to her cheek, warmth spilling over her face. he lingered for a few more seconds, then replied:

"bien entendu."

"your eyes, so crisp, so green,

sour apple baby, but you taste so swe..."

"bon sang, qu'est-ce que..."

phone rang in the middle of the night, and in the sack, cherry managed to notice that it's three in the morning, saturday. with girls they had a good time tonight, that headache was already giving off a slight throbbing in the back of her head.

"bonjour, are you awake?"

sleep was relieved by the sound of his voice. ten's voice had a pleasant, velvety timbre that she was ready to listen to for hours. perhaps even at a time like this she would have been glad to chat with him, but clearly not tonight.

"not anymore, what are you..."

he didn't even give her a chance to finish, interrupting.

"can i come to see you?"

her eyes wide open in a flash, was he there? jumping out of bed, cherry ran up to the window, peering out at her beautiful stranger. god, she noticed the familiar car and the figure beside it.

"ten, damn, lee, what are you doing here!?"

he seemed to notice her silhouette in the window because she heard a chuckle through the phone, they were still talking. she moved away from the window, sliding down the wall, until she felt the coolness of the floor, which brought her to senses a little.

"hey, cher-cher, guess i saw you, but never mind... so, can i come in?"

"god, ten, no," the girl felt horrible about the situation, and the headache punching a hole in her head, and everything else in the world. "don't think i don't want, it's just that girls are home and we've been drinking and also... oh, lord, just wait for me outside, i'll be right down."

"cher-cher, it's fine, i can come anot-..."

"five. minutes. boy, be patient."

cherry pressed the reset button, pulling on jeans that were lying on the floor, throwing on the first sweater she could find that wasn't even her, it smelled of young man's perfume, girl grabbed her phone and bag from the desk.

as cherry left the room she spotted anette and yuki asleep cuddling on the couch, even managed to take a picture to remember. she was in such a hurry that she almost fell down on the steps. a cold wind was blowing outside, forcing to wrap herself more tightly in her clothes, but the freshness somehow eased the pain in cherry's temples.

"hey."

despite the late hour, or early, he looked rather chipper: black hair was tucked out of his eyes and jacket sleeves were pulled almost to his fingertips. ten was leaning against the car, looking suspiciously, and his smile was strained.

his embrace was warm and comfortable, making her want to fall back into sleep, but that was clearly not why he wanted to meet. pulling away a little, cherry wanted to ask what was wrong, but ten suddenly pressed his lips to her, the girl clutched at his shoulders in shock, the action was insistent, a warm hand resting on the back of her neck, the other pressed her body closer by the waist. ten bit down on her lip, earning a moan that escaped the girl's lips, his tongue sliding over the fresh bite as if asking for forgiveness.

but behind cherry's eyes, albeit closed, were all a blur of red, that she involuntarily pulled away, ten reached after, but the girl managed to stop him.

"wait, wait, what's wrong, ten?" her palm rested on his cheek and with the pad of her thumb she stroked his lower lip, eyes trying to catch his gaze.

"nothing, just wanted to see you. very much." he stretched the fake smile again, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

"oh, you're such a liar."

"cerise, how can you doubt my words?"

she rolled her eyes demonstratively at his reply, if he didn't speak up himself, then she'd have to make him, right?

"well you missed me, here i am. but i'd better get going now, it's saturday after all, i wanted to get some rest…"

cherry had already turned to go towards the flat and felt his grip around her waist got tighter, pressing the girl's back against his chest, she felt his warm breath on her neck.

"please don't."

turning her face a little, she tried to look ten in the eyes again, this time he didn't look away.

"then tell me what happened."

"i'll tell you, just not here. it's cold outside, i can see that you're already shaking."

indeed, cherry didn't notice how every blow of the wind sent chills down her skin.

"i know a place to go, but it closes in a couple of hours, so it's now or never."

his lips had faintly touched her neck before he released the girl from his hold.

tears rolled down her cheeks in black streams, cherry had been sitting like this for hours, her mind full of thoughts about unfainess of life.

behind her was the embossed wooden door, the floor cold and the window wide open. seems like today has been a bad day at work, yesterday they had a fight and just on monday everything was so good and so right.

outside the door, anette and yuki were enjoying their lives, while inside and out of her there was a whole damn hurricane. cold late november air was blowing through the open window, wet leaves were landing on the windowsill, and the floor next to it was already wet. she would probably get sick. she would have to take a sick leave at the cafe, she thought, minus to her salary. it seemed such a trifle, but the thought made her want to cry even more.

there was a knock at the door, but she waited silently for what the person on the other side wanted to tell, though the silence lingered, as if the someone behind it was hesitant.

"hey, cher-cher, there's someone who wants to see you... and, we were actually going to ... uh," another voice could be heard outside the door, grudgingly expressing something. "... the shop... yeah, right, the shop!"

"anyway, we're out of here," yuki's voice said. "be a good little girl you are and don't make us blush later."

ten, standing next to them grinned involuntarily, anette and yuki were completely different after all: yuki was an ulcer and anette more mellow, but he could see why cherry was befriending them. the blonde smiled sweetly at him as she heard some unintelligible reply from the other side of the door, as if trying to cheer him up, yuki patted him on the shoulder, "good luck, mate" she whispered.

cherryl heard the door to the flat slam, and some movement could be heard behind her own. ten sank to the floor, no other choice given, resting his back against the door that separated him from the girl. he knocked cautiously, waiting for any response.

"cher-cher, let's talk."

ten's voice was like honey in her ears as always, but she doesn't want to talk now. she was a little hurt, quite upset and had a bad headache.

"i don't want to talk now, i don't want anything..." she mumbled more to herself than to him. "...not to think, not to see, not to hear."

ten furrowed his brows, not particularly pleased with the barely intelligible babble of words. it looked like getting out of this situation was going to be a little harder than he expected since he was the only one talking.

"well," he took a deep breath before he began. "i'll do the talking then."

a chuckle was heard from behind the door, and ten smiled. he made himself comfortable by the door, his gaze drilling a picture of the three besties: anette with her brilliant hair, yuki showing her tongue to the photographer, and his cherry in the centre, hugging her friends, a red cup in right hand, a bright smile on her sun-kissed face.

"you see, cher-cher. everything in the world is a little more complicated than we expect. work, studies, friendship, art, literature... and relationships too." he expected at least some sort of reaction from her.

cherry, on the other hand, closed her eyes, just trying to clear her head of unnecessary things while ten developed his thought.

"so, when people don't agree on things, you know, it's totally normal. because to be together with someone with whom you agree on everything is to stop evolving. because if you give in to me every time we argue, i'd get bored. and so would you. vous savez ce que je veux dire, cherry?"

cherryl hummed, in fact, he has got a point, she understood that. and ten, without waiting for an answer, continued speaking.

"so this probably won't be the last time you and i fight. But, that doesn't mean we're going to be at each other's throats, pulling out shreds of hair and blowing our voices from screaming. 'cause the last one can be done in a more pleasant way," ten heard a chuckle, meaning he was clearly heading in the right direction. "it means that you and i are separate individuals, with our own views on life, and to some extent, standing on our ground is sometimes the right thing to do. because if you live in a complete idyll where no one ever says "no", then i'm afraid we'll part our ways." he was silent for a second, cherry tensed up, trying to allocate even the slightest rustle outside the door."et je ne veux pas de ça, cher-cher."

cherryl thought he was right. after all, you can't always agree on everything, then it would probably be a lie, which is worse than any truth. so they quarrelled once, cherry obviously was't going to give it up halfway through, and neither would ten.

"ten," she said something to him for the first time since they'd been sitting on opposite sides of the door. "i'll open the door, so be careful."

standing up, she, more or less, tried to wip the dripping mascara off her face, but it was a pitiful sight, and her overall appearance left too far from desired － one stocking had come off to her knee, skirt was all wrinkled, and hair was in a complete mess.

"hey, ten," she called out, resting her forehead against the wall by the door. "i look like a someone's nightmare."

"open the damn door already. i swear, if you're not in some unicorn pajamas, you're going to really regret what you said."

cherry smiled, yes, that was her ten, inhaling deeply and pressing the door handle. the first thing she saw was a tired look on ten's face, but he was still smiling.

"you're smiling like a fool."

"look, you're not wearing unicorn pajamas."

they stood like that for a while, just staring at each other, indecisive to make a step, until ten held out his hand to her.

she sunk into his embrace with pleasure, ten was warm comparing to the piercing cold of her bedroom, cradling her tightly, muttering something into her hair.

"cher-cher, regarde-moi."

she pulled away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. ten noticed that her eyes were red from crying, he gently stroked her cheek.

"are we okay?"

"are we okay?" she teased him back.

ten bent down to kiss her, as cherry wrapped her arms around his neck. he kissed her tenderly not wanting to let go, the girl put her hand on his cheek, and so a couple more minutes has gone by before they were interrupted by a message coming to her phone from yuki.

"are you two lovebirds done already, because anie and i are freezing our asses off."

cherry laughed and showed the message to ten, he joined her after giving her a final kiss.

"you can tell them to walk around a bit more. fresh air is good for health."

ten smiled at her with that same sly cat smile she loved so much, unable to help herself she lingered to him again.

In the end, he put her in the right place.

slowly spinning in the setting light of the february sun, cherry felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. her hands slid up young man's shoulders until palms foundtheir place on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the curly black hair. they had already grown back a lot since autumn, but cherry liked this new look of the lad, nothing seemed to spoil it.

"ten."

his eyes closed, they were so close - noses were touching, and on hearing his name boy smiled and hummed back. now, he seemed so carefree and calm and... even content with something. cherry rubsbed her nose against his, which drew a quiet chuckle from his lips, and ten pressed her closer.

"beautiful stranger."

his eyes, dark brown glinting in the sunset light, opened momentarily and the smile came off his face. she wondered why.

"you haven't called me that for a while."

it came to her belatedly that he was right, anything but a beautiful stranger. perhaps because he was no longer the stranger who camw to their café in the summer. this is her ten － heart, soul and all of that.

he's like a candy bar, stuck between her teeth, so sweet. like a light spring breeze, warm, enveloping the scent of leaves. like her favourite cherry to wait for all year.

"indeed."

cherry gave in slightly forward, nestling against his lips. It still tasted like the wine and lemon pie they ate. ten always eagerly responded because cherryl rarely initiated contact herself, he was literally able to count such times on his fingers, but not at all in rebuke to her.

he peppered with kisses her face and neck, hearing the ringing laughter in ears, sweet like honey. it's hard to believe that everything was happening in her small room, even though no one else was in the flat.

falling onto the bed they continued kissing, exploring all the exposed skin with their hands, cherry lovingly traced the tattoos on his arms, feeling the muscles relief under her fingers. his touch spread warmth all over her body, making her desire for a closer proximity.

"ten," his lips trailed to her collarbone and neck, moving higher and higher until he found her lips.

"ten, please," she whispered, only a few millimeters between their faces, eye to eye, "stay." she saw a fraction of incomprehension in his brown orbs, so he just leaned in.

"i will."

not wanting to let go, girl tugged him closer.

they laid like this for several hours until the day changed to evening and the evening to night. ten had long since fallen asleep, his head resting on cherry's shoulder, rosy cheek pressed to the soft skin, listening to her heartbeat, fingers lightly caressing lines of his spine.

carefully brushing his hair away from eyes, girl spoke aloud, more to herself, not even thinking about the fact that he is asleep:

"my beautiful stranger, stay with me forever."

"then you will have to stay with me too."

she didn't expect an answer from him, lips touching her bare shoulder, cherry settled in a little more comfortably, pulling ten against her, until the man was hovering over, pupils blown wide with the joy of his own.

it seemed like it's finally safe for her to fully fall in love.

#wayv #nct #au #imagine #nct ten imagine #ten lee au #ten lee fluff #strangers to lovers au #ten lee angst #hurt/comfort #ten lee fanfic

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