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sleepyrouge · 3 years ago

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don't worry, baby

description: you get stranded all alone with your crush, resident frat bro, sero hanta, when your car breaks down during an impending hurricane

word count: 6.4k

title: don't worry baby by the beach boys

author's note: where i live, we get hurricanes a lot and there's just something so special about watching a hurricane roll in at the beach so i wrote a lil somethin' with that in mind also because i can't stop thinking about shitty frat boy w a heart of gold!sero

pairing: sero hanta x reader

content warnings: drug use, alcohol use, f!reader, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, explicit language, penetrative unprotected sex, light choking, creampie, little bit of plot w a little bit of porn (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)

all characters are in their early 20s

banner pics from pinterest

dark and gray pitiful smoke hung in the heavy air. you took a defeated swipe with your foot at one of the front car tires. your raven-haired road trip companion stood a few paces away from you, on the phone with a tow truck company. on the horizon, you could see the sky darkening-a hellacious storm readying to split the sky in half. sero hung up the call, walking the few paces over to you and using you like an armrest. you wanted to shrink away from him but stood fast, angling your gaze down at the grass underneath your sneakers.

“tow truck guy said he could be here in fifteen. he said he’d try his best to fix whatever’s wrong with ol’ bessie here, but he sent all of his mechanics home early on account of the hurricane.” you nodded your head sourly. you felt like a fool.

“‘m sorry for ruining spring break.” the smallness of your voice wasn’t aided by the wall of humidity that your breath had to cut through.

“you didn’t ruin spring break, babe.” hanta bumped your shoulder with his in an attempt to brighten your mood. “but if only someone would have warned you that your ten-year-old shitbox wouldn’t make it five-hundred miles to the coast.” he clicked his tongue in mock annoyance.

“hey! we’re on the coast!” you cast your eyes to the row of brightly painted houses and just beyond, a dark cerulean stripe under the light blue of the sky.

“on the way here, i counted five different faded billboards all advertising different golf courses named after jungle cats. there isn’t even a bar in sight. how can one shitty little down be dry and responsible for so much water waste all at the same time?” hanta sulked.

“i just wanted to take the scenic route.” you pouted, lower lip jutting out. you had this stupid, unavoidable crush on sero and you still didn’t know how you felt about drawing the short straw to accompany him in the other car on the way to your spring break vacation. the other car held the rest of your friends and some of sero’s frat brothers. you thought that driving down with sero would have just been easy. you were pals after all, crush notwithstanding.

“next time, just let me pay for a rental.” hanta smiled down at you and you had to look away from him. you couldn’t handle the idea of him thinking of you as a good friend that he would enjoy going adventures with. you grunted in acknowledgement of his words and crossed your arms over your chest. up the road, you could see a black tow truck ambling towards your poor car. silently, you hoped that there was nothing catastrophically wrong with your beloved car. the pair of you had gone through too much together for it to end up dying on the side of some country road. the tow truck pulled over onto the shoulder of the road behind your car and a short, older man in a baseball cap hopped out of the cab.

“y’all called about a tow?” the man addressed the pair of you, his eyes stopping to rake down your body.

“yeah, think you can help?” sero asked, a hint of standoffishness in his voice at the way he noticed the older man looking at you. abruptly, you felt sero’s hand in your back pocket and he was pulling you into his side territorially. you barked out a nervous laugh and tried to cover it up with a cough. the man looked appraisingly at the two of you.

“all depends. why’d the car stop working?” the tow truck owner asked and you desperately tried to keep more laughter from bubbling out of your chest. it was uncomfortable, sero’s hand still being in your back pocket, but not necessarily unwelcome. you felt like you were in the twilight zone. you blamed it on the difference in air pressure. there was no reason to read more into sero’s actions than him just being protective over you. there was nothing more to it than it just being in his nature.

“there was a lotta black smoke and it kinda sounded….i dunno, bad?” you shrugged your shoulders, not having the words to properly describe the sound.

“pop the hood for me.” the man requested and you stepped around to the driver side and sero’s hand easily slid out of your pocket. you took a deep breath as you opened the door and pulled on the lever that made the hood pop up. the man pulled the hood the rest of the way up and yanked an oily shop rag out of his back pocket. sero watched on in silence. you stepped back next to him. sero’s hand stayed by his side.

the two of you watched in silence as the man tapped around under the hood for a few moments, opening caps and pulling at hoses. he stuck his head out from under the hood, wiping his hand on the dirty rag.

“are you familiar with oil?” he directed the question to you.

“oil?”

“you know, cars need it to function. kinda like gas.”

“i know what oil is.” you furrowed your brows together, not enjoying being talked down to.

“are you aware that you have to put more in from time to time.” the man put the shop rag back into his pocket. you blinked at him. “i’m guessin’ not.” he muttered under his breath and started to walk back to his truck. “i’ve got some here that’ll work for you.” he called over his shoulder and you grinned up at sero, who had a look of relief on his face.

“oh, thank you so much!” you thanked him. the emotional standoff from moments earlier was forgotten.

“won’t even charge you an’ your boyfriend here for it.” the man grinned slyly and as if both of you were burned, you both took a step in the opposite direction of each other. it was sero’s turn to let out an uncomfortable laugh. you felt your heart pitter-pattering against your chest. the man finished pouring the quart of oil into your car and stepped back, resealing the bottle with the lid. “i don’t know if you two are from out of town or what, but we’ve gotta hurricane about to come through later today and i don’t advise drivin’ through it. now, it’s not supposed to be nearly as bad as the one we had last year, but a hurricane’s a hurricane and the smartest thing to do would be to just stay the night. lucky for y’all, the wife’s a realtor and had some beach house rental cancellations so i’m sure she could cut you a deal.”

and that was how you and sero ended up alone together in a tiny little a-frame beach house that still had decorations and board games from the nineties adorning it. the kitchen windows were boarded up, but the plate glass windows facing the beach remained unobstructed. you could have walked from the deck down on the beach if you had really wanted to. instead, after an agitating grocery trip with the raven-haired man, you stood on the porch of the house with your back pressed against the railing, pulling on a cigarette with a can of cheap beer clutched in your hands. you looked on as sero rolled a blunt on the plate in his lap. between the both of you, you had about an eighth to make do with. you took a sip of beer and tried to break your focus on sero’s long fingers.

“hey,” his warm voice broke you out of your reverie and you looked up at him to see him jerk his head upwards, motioning you over to him as his bangs fanned over his forehead. “i’m kinda busy here, can you…” he trailed off but you knew what he wanted without him having to ask for it, having been in this situation countless times before at the parties he would throw and you would both end up outside together. you stepped closer to him, holding your half-smoked cigarette between your fingers and watched as sero craned his head forward and puffed on it slowly. you held your breath, shaky hand bringing your beer can to your lips once again before offering it to hanta after pulling the cigarette away. you watched the fine sheen of sweat on his cheeks glisten as his head moved. you desperately needed to rally your composure if you were gonna make it through the night without incident.

“thanks, babe.” sero grinned up at you and you grunted out your response before turning your back to him in favor of watching the waves crash against the sand. this way, you stood a chance at keeping your longing to yourself. you noted the way the water was getting rougher and the way the worsening wind was blowing sand around down on the beach. you had never seen anything like it.

“do you think the power’ll go out?” you wondered aloud and turned back to face sero, now licking the brown blunt wrap to seal it up.

“god, i hope not. it’s too damn hot.” as if for emphasis, he wiped his hand across his forehead and messed up his hair and you pushed down the urge to reach your fingers out and straighten his hair. you took a long drag off of your cigarette before stubbing it out and placing the butt on the railing. you watched a bead of sweat glide down hanta’s neck. you thought about walking into the ocean and letting it swallow you up.

“are we gonna smoke that now, or what?”

“i thought you’d never ask.” he beamed at you, standing up, blunt between his teeth, and stretched his body towards the sky. you could hear his bones crack. it caused you to snicker. “need more beer.” he transitioned easily and slid open the door that led back inside. you followed as if you were possessed by him and ended up dutifully standing next to him at the refrigerator and taking the handful of beer cans that he handed you. you led the way over to the couch and tried to set each beer can down without too much of a racket. one ended up tipping over and knocking the others over onto the carpet beneath the coffee table. you heard sero behind you laughing just over the short flick of his lighter. he laid back against against the armrest, long legs laid across the arm rest on the opposite end.

“where am i supposed to sit?” you pouted, cracking open a new can for you and sero to share. one of your hands came to prop on your hip.

“c’mere.” he smiled childishly and made grabbing motions at you. your mouth opened and closed in embarrassment as you tried to figure out some way to politely decline. “oh come on, it’s freezin’ in here!” sero groaned theatrically and you had to agree with him. it was positively frigid in the house compared to the heat and humidity of outside. you sat down in the middle of the couch and laid next to him, inadvertently curling your body more into his to prevent yourself from falling off the side. however, the couch was old and your movement pushed you farther than you would have liked into hanta’s side. despite this, the couch was comfortable and he was warm and your nose was full of the scent of smoke and you had to suppress a contented little sigh. you felt the deep rumble of a laugh reverberate through sero’s chest and you looked up at him in false annoyance as he placed the blunt into your waiting fingers.

“comfy?” the wind whipped around the house outside loudly. it sounded like a freight train. the sky grew menacingly darker.

“yeah, ‘m comfy.” your lungs filled with smoke. “just hope the power doesn’t go out.” you craned your head to look out of the tall windows as you exhaled.

“what is it with you and the power going out?” you passed the blunt back to sero. “afraid of the dark or somethin’?” you shook your head and took a sip of beer. the few that you had drank right after arrival were starting to wear on you, loosening you up.

“not afraid of the dark. afraid of bein’ stuck in the dark during a hurricane.” you clarified hazily.

“don’t worry, baby. it won’t be that bad.” sero drawled and his fingers brushed against yours absently. it shocked you back into your right mind.

“you don’t actually, like, know that.”

“sure i do. it’s spring break. nothing bad ever happens on spring break.”

“except for my car breaking down and getting us stranded here.” you laughed into the smoke-filled room.

“nah, i wouldn’t even count that.” sero’s lithe body pressed against yours as he sat up to tap the ash off of the blunt and into his discarded beer can on the coffee table. he plopped back down easily and brought the brown wrap to his lips again, inhaling deeply.

“sero, are you-” you started to ask if you did, in fact, feel his hard dick brush into your side not even a full moment ago but the words died in your throat before they had occasion to live.

“am i what?” he questioned easily, passing the blunt back to your waiting fingers. he exhaled a smoke ring. you tried to focus on that.

“nevermind.” you ignored the heat rising in your chest and instead focused too closely on pulling off the blunt, letting your eyes flutter shut and envisioning smoke filling your lungs. smoke and silence hung in the air when you exhaled so long that you let out a dry cough when there was no air left in you. you picked up the can of beer you had left all but abandoned on the coffee table, lukewarm condensation mixing with the clammy perspiration on your hands. you finished the rest greedily as sero took the blunt from your hands. you settled back down against his shoulder, watching him out of the corner of your eye.

“you were gonna ask if i’m hard, weren’t you?” he had a lopsided grin on his face and you choked on your spit. he inhaled, right arm coming to rest behind his head.

“oh-yeah.” you answered, trying to play it off like you had already forgotten.

“i am.” his voice went straight between your legs. god damn him.

“cool.” you did your best to sound nonchalant and entertain yourself with picking at your nails. the wind was starting to pick up in earnest outside and giant globs of rain started pounding against the glass panes and making them rattle in their frames. the lights in the living room flickered once, twice. you shivered and weren’t sure if it was because of the chill from the cranked-up air conditioning or your proximity to sero. the sky darkened angrily over the beach.

“hey, c’mere.” he repeated and you felt him looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes and all you could hear was static in your ears all of a sudden. his right hand reached over your shoulder to thread the tip of the blunt through the pull-tab of the discarded beer can and found its way to the side of your face. you found yourself fascinated by the red ring around the edge of his pretty eyes and were taken off guard by how close his face was getting to yours. you let your hand slither its way in between your pressed together warm bodies and your eyes shuttered themselves, head inching forward imperceptibly to meet sero’s. you waited to feel his lips on yours, held your breath as you felt the moment you had been craving approaching. instead, you felt his thumb on your chin pulling down softly. you let your lips part and felt the pad of sero’s thumb run over your lower lip before you felt his lips gently against yours, pushing warm smoke from his mouth into yours. after a quiet second, he pulled away to lay on his back again and it was only then that you exhaled, clearing your lungs, and looked up at him. he stared at the ceiling with that annoying smirk still on his face.

“what, did you think i was gonna kiss you?” he cut his eyes down to look at you. a scowl played on your face. you didn’t answer him. “mina told me you can’t cum.” he continued on in the silence and you choked on the spit you were trying to swallow.

“why the hell would she tell you that?” you grumbled, arms coming to cross against your chest. you hated how shitty and soft the couch cushions were, the way they made you slope down to press into sero’s muscular side without reprieve.

“dunno. i think she was drunk. it was when we were watching you makeout with that little blonde guy.” sero drummed his fingers against his chest. if you were rational, you would have gotten up to go bury yourself underneath a rock, but your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. he snorted through his nose. “she said you were ‘in the midst of suffering through a consortium of bad dick.’”

“that’s a way to put it.” you threw your left forearm over your face and made a mental note to talk to mina later about what it meant to keep secrets. at the very least, she didn’t know and go blabbing about your crush on sero.

“so how big is it?” sero asked and you could feel him rolling his body over so his chest was pressed horizontally into your side. your two bodies mirrored the way the couch was built.

“how big is what?” you asked in confusion and then in the space of a blink, sero was hovering over top of you. he was so close to you that his black bangs tickled against your forehead and one of his legs rested between your parted thighs to help him hold himself up. you worked your fingertips into the crack of the couch cushion to stop yourself from running your fingers down his torso.

“how many guys belong to the consortium of bad dick?” he asked simply. his warm breath tickled your nose. you thought you could get high on the mixing scent of his sweat and cologne. his thigh settled more in between your legs and you wanted to buck your hips up against him.

“uh, like seven, i think.” you drawled out like you didn’t know, but begrudgingly you had kept count of your conquests each weekend, none of them bringing you the release that you craved. you thought back to all the times the guy you were hooking up with would cum, roll over, and fall asleep. it was no big deal, you simply got acquainted with your hand-thoughts of sero running through your head while your man of the night snored next to you. sero tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear and cooed at you sympathetically.

“seven, like, since the semester started or in total?” he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he hovered closer to you, elbows caging your head in and not allowing to you look anywhere other than at him. you rolled your clothed core imperceptibly against his thigh, just hoping that it would give you some relief from the way his voice was making goosebumps pop up all over your skin. you felt your blood almost boil in embarrassment and arousal.

“i-in total,” you stuttered out, knowing that you didn’t have near the amount of experience as sero and his near revolving door of prospects. “just think there's something wrong with me.” you tried to laugh and diffuse the situation, disarm sero so he wouldn’t pick up on you trying to rut your hips more heavily against his thigh. you let out a shaky breath and dug your fingers into sero’s bicep when he dipped down and pressed a wet kiss against the junction of your neck and your shoulder.

“nothin’ wrong with you, baby,” he muttered hotly against your skin and then moved to the other side of your neck and repeated the action. “some guys are just assholes.” when his breath fanned against your skin this time, you didn’t have the self-control to stop the way your hips jerked against his thigh. he stared back down at you with the same intensity.

“and you’re not one of those assholes?” you raised your eyebrows and tried to disguise the way that it was getting harder for you to breathe. as if from another dimension, you heard the wind whip again outside and the power dipped off again for a few seconds before coming back on, bathing sero in gentle light.

“i’m absolutely one of those assholes,” he chuckled, pulling one of his hands down to stroke his fingers against your neck. “but i know how to get someone off.” he had a heavy look of mirth in his eyes as he pressed closer to whisper in your ear. “look at you for example, pretty girl, using my leg to get off and i don’t even have to do anything.” your eyes got wide and you laid stock still as if you had been shocked. sero nipped playfully at the sensitive skin just under your ear. “don’t stop on my account. only stop if you want to but i don’t mind.” he locked eyes with you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, couldn’t send the right message from your brain to you body to hold your hips still. instead, you rutted your hips in earnest against the length of sero’s thigh, letting out a stuttering moan when your lower back landed on the couch again. sero drew his bottom lip in between his teeth and his hand came down to rest on your waist. you could feel his bulge resting against your upper thigh. you wanted to run your hand over it, to feel his length, but you were too worried to move your hands.

you repeated the motion over and over, keenly aware and annoyed by the four layers of fabric separating you from the sero. you wanted him more than anything, but, too afraid to let the words stumble from between your lips, you had to settle for rubbing your pussy up against his leg and keen at the way your underwear slid against your clit. sero rubbed easy little circles into your hips and kept nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

“do you remember,” he started, leaving a sloppy kiss on your clavicle and pushing his fingers up under the hem of your tank top. “that girl that ran out of the party last weekend?” his long fingers ghosted over your chest while he looked at you expectantly for an answer.

“the one that you had upstairs with you?” you breathed deeply. you focused enough to pull the memory from the haze of your mind. “yeah.”

“do you know why she ran out on me?” he had an evil grin on his face as his hovering hand moved back down to pull at the hem of your top. you sat up a bit to help him pull it over your head and let out a persistent mewl at the new friction you found. the hairs on your arms prickled in the cool air of the living room.

“don’t really wanna hear about you hooking up with some girl, sero.” you whispered, modesty on your mind for the first time as you tried to cover your chest with your arms. sero grabbed both of your hands in his, pinning them up over the armrest of the couch. he dipped his head down, nose raking over the valley of your breasts and against the cups of your bra before his warm breath was tickling the shell of your ear again.

“she left because i kept calling her your name. fucked her brains out though.” he finished simply, like he was proud of what he had done. his own length now rubbed relentlessly against the outside of your thigh. the two of you were a mess of sweat and limbs and labored breathing.

“that’s…great, sero. really.” you tried to sound unaffected by the information. did that mean sero had a thing for you, close to the one that you had for him? it was a point you didn’t have long to ruminate on before his hand that wasn’t holding yours hostage above your head was snaking around to your back and undoing the clasp of your bra. he let go of your hands to impatiently yank the thing off of you and throw it back over his shoulder. with a cringe, you heard your bra connect with the battalion of discarded beer cans on the coffee table. sero’s palms traced heavily your sides, relishing in the way you pitifully dragged your clothed core against his thigh. it was as if nothing else mattered except for the drag of your clit against his muscly thigh. he shook his head mockingly at you and leaned in close to your face again. a big wave rose in your stomach and threatened to push you off of a cliff.

“uh-uh, baby.” his hands wandered up to your breasts and groped lightly. “call me hanta.” his thumbs ghosted over your nipples, already hardened from the cool air. “han-ta.” he punctuated the syllable with a little kiss to the space behind your ear and you arched your chest up into his, still clothed in a t-shirt.

“you’re so fucking annoying.” you whispered at the ceiling, arms coming to snake around sero’s neck and fingers playing with his hair. you were so pitifully close to coming now that you couldn’t slow down if you tried. the dam was so close to breaking. you were trying to rail back in anyway you could against the emotions sero was making you feel. it was embarrassing.

“that’s bold talk for someone about to cum from humping my leg.” he chuckled, hands working at pulling his cock over the waistband of his shorts. you leaned up to see what he was doing, forehead brushing against his, and almost choked at the sight. you surmised that sero’s cock was big from some highly scientific glances you had made at his crotch, but nothing compared to seeing it like this in all of it’s glory. you wrapped your arms tighter around hanta’s neck as he tugged at the length of his dick, sinful moans falling from in-between his parted lips. you tried to pull him down into a kiss, which he had been denying you of, to get your mind off of what it would feel like to have him pushing himself deep into your cunt. instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he pressed one to your cheek, mouth pulled into a line in concentration.

“why won’t you kiss me?” you hated the way you breathlessly whined-the way you sounded so needy. the dam inside of you was a centimeter away from cracking.

“because i know it’s annoying the shit out of you.” he breathed heavily against the side of your face and the sound of his indisposed voice was enough to shatter the dam completely, an absolute fire raging throughout your body as your hips stuttered, pulling you through your high.

“f-fuck, hanta, oh my god!” you breathed, not sure of where you were in that moment and not caring at all. your head had fallen back against the armrest of the couch. your hands tangled tightly into sero’s hair and pulled upwards, moving you so you could see his ministrations against his own cock. he groaned loudly, his head followed the path of your hand obediently. you felt more warmth pooling between your legs once again.

sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, your right hand abandoned its place nestled against sero’s scalp and came down to join his hand on his cock. your hand was on top of his, only going through the same motions that he was initiating himself, but it was enough to make him slot his head into the crook of your neck until he was biting and suckling so fervently at your skin that you were almost screaming at the pleasure he was making you feel.

“shit i’m gonna-i’m gonna-” he started urgently and was cut off by thick white ropes of his seed shooting against your stomach. you admired the way his cum looked against your skin and dragged a finger through it. you couldn’t help but to be captivated by it. coming back down to earth, hanta watched you intently and you were unaware of his gaze until his index finger joined yours in the mess on your stomach and he was dragging his finger up to your lips. he wiped the stripe of his own seed against your lower lip and watched with a fire in his eyes as your eyes connected with his and your tongue darted out to lick the mess from your lips. solidly, he gripped your chin in his long fingers and crashed his mouth down onto yours and bullied his tongue into your mouth. he liked what he found there, moaning into the kiss and taking your breath away. the two of you were an unrehearsed symphony of spit and limbs, neither of you being able to get close enough to other. hanta pulled away from you suddenly as if he had remembered something. a light blush flittered across the apples of his cheeks.

he sat up in between your legs and reached his arms up over his head, tugging his t shirt off of his body and wiping away the fluid that he had left on your stomach.

“sorry about that.” he grinned bashfully and dropped his shirt on the floor. he settled back on top of you and one of your hands situated itself in his hair and the other came down to explore the slight expanse of his chest. you wrapped your legs around his waist and settled farther into the couch, pulling him with you. you couldn’t believe that you were kissing sero, let alone like this, and mere minutes ago he had you peaking with barely even touching you. you kissed greedily down sero’s neck and relished in the hushed gasp he let out when your teeth barely grazed his skin.

“y’ don’t know how bad i wanted this.” he whispered against your cheek as he trailed down to your jaw. you whined against his neck and felt him get hard against you again.

“you…wanted this?” you stared up at him with blown eyes.

“so bad.” he eyed you hungrily and you registered the onslaught of rain of the roof and the harsh charge of the wind outside passingly as it grew louder.

“wan-want you to fuck me.” you found the courage to whisper against hanta’s neck and then his fingers were drumming lazily against your lips has his hips jerked involuntarily against you.

“well now, i can’t deny the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, can i?” he teased, kissing down your chest until he licked against one of your nipples. you whined, sheepish. sero started working at the button and zipper on your shorts. “this is still okay with you?” he looked at you with eyes containing momentary levity. you nodded your confirmation, needing more of his touch. he worked your shorts and underwear down your legs. you were relieved to be rid of your uncomfortably wet underwear.

crawling back up your body. hanta worked one of his arms under your neck to cradle your head and his other hand found its way down between your legs. you let out a strangled moan, jaw going slack, at the feeling of his middle finger gliding through your slick folds. you panted out little breaths as his finger started lazily circling around your clit and exploring. your hands stroked down his back and through his soft hair. despite the pleasure, you felt a voice in the back of your head telling you that you ought not to feel this way, that you didn’t deserve this-especially not with hanta.

“sorry for uh, being so needy. fucking this up.” you whispered, eyes not meeting his. his finger stopped its slow work.

“what’re you talking about?” confusion danced through his dark eyes.

“i just-i feel like…it’s dumb that i like you this much.” you pressed your thighs closer around sero’s waist despite your words. he snorted against your skin.

“sure you’re bein’ dumb, but that’s not the reason, pretty girl.” he tilted your chin up with his other hand so that you were looking at him. “i-” he hummed, stopping to think of his next words. “i don’t know! i like you! wanna fuck you, wanna hold your hand, wanna fuckin’... dance on an elevated surface with you next weekend.” you blinked your eyes repeatedly, trying to process all of the information. “so you’re not dumb…just maybe a little bit though for not picking up on that.” sero finished with a self-concious laugh and started his ministrations against your clit again. your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched up into him. you tugged his head down for a kiss and it was easy, his warm lips moving against your own and it helped you settle your thoughts.

his index finger travelled down to your entrance, swirling around lazily before coming back up to focus on your clit again. your breathing grew heavy against his lips. your arm slithered down between your chilly, sweat covered bodies and tried to press his hand closer to you.

“need more, sero.” you whined in his ear.

“what’d i tell you, baby?” he continued his evil pace against your clit. his fingers slipped against how wet you were. you wanted to crawl out of your own skin to find more blessed friction.

“please, hanta. need to feel more of you.” you didn’t care how you sounded-you were only driven by desire. he nipped at your lower lip through the smirk on his face.

“need me to fuck you?” his eyes burned into yours as he mocked your tone. abruptly, you felt his index finger enter you up to the knuckle. you arched your back, pressing your chest flush against his when he curled his finger up against your belly button. “fuck, you’re so wet.” he mused and didn’t waste any time in adding his middle finger. your jaw hung lax as you tried not to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. you did your best to meet his thrusts. nothing else mattered in that moment than hanta and the burgeoning wall of emotions that you were feeling. with his free hand, you felt him pulling his shorts and underwear down lower and then he was settling his body down flush against yours.

as he pulled his fingers away from you, you let out a whine that almost matched the wind outside in pitch but slowly, he pushed into you. all you felt was a heavy pressure in your lower half. you screwed your eyes shut and tried to focus on hanta’s hands running through your hair and cooing at you.

“that’s good, sweet girl. keep breathing, okay?” he instructed though his breathing was heavy and ragged. carefully he pulled out and pushed back in just as slowly. you nodded up at him through hazy eyes. he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own as he fucked into you deep and slow. hanta captured your lips against his own in a searing kiss when he finally bottomed out in you. there was nothing else in the world except for the heavy drag of his cock against your slick insides. god, you thought, the butterflies were incessant. sero fucked you just as smoothly as he talked, leading you to press your hips against his more persistently and beg for more of his touch.

“feel so good with you on my dick.” he muttered against your lips and his fingers splayed across your face to cradle you.

“wanna cum like this.” you couldn’t find it within yourself to care what was coming out of your mouth as hanta’s hips circled harshly against your own and his hips gave your clit the blessed friction it needed everytime he slid home.

“you fixin’ to cum for me, baby, huh? so fuckin' quick?” he picked up his pace and slid his fingers heavily down your jaw until his hand laid against your neck. he put steady pressure on the sides of your neck until you heard static in your ears and your eyes started fluttering towards the back of your head. the sensation was divine. it was, enough so, that when hanta let go of your neck to slide between your joined bodies to rub urgently against your clit, you started clenching around his cock relentlessly. the very next thing you knew, you were being bathed in the warm sensation of your orgasm. it was, what you hypothesized, sex should feel like. you were breathless and your body felt boneless as hanta kept fucking into you in search of his own release. you wrapped your legs tighter around him and your hands gripped his sweaty hair. you hissed at the slight overstimulation but you could feel his thrusts going more and more ragged. sero’s touch on your skin was enough to leave marks at this point. he hitched your leg higher on his waist, hitting a new angle up against your stomach mercilessly that had you crying out for him and digging blunt fingernails against the back of his neck.

presently, hanta’s hips stuttered twice against your own and you felt nothing but warmth coat your insides as his forehead dropped against your shoulder. you let out a chuckle through your own ragged breathing and sero turned his head to look at you, sliding his softening cock out of you as he did so.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, though he had a goofy smile on his face to match your own.

“i think the consortium of bad dick might be closed for business.” you leaned down to press a simple kiss against his lips. he threw a lanky arm over your middle and pulled you closer into his naked body. your heavy-lidded eyes took in the sight of him threading his fingers in between your own. the two of you drifted off to sleep while listening to the harsh pound of rain and the eerie whistle of the wind outside.

#does this kinda suck? yeah! did i spend too long on it anyways for it to just sit in my google docs? also yeah!#pls be nice on this one i tried my best #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #sero brainrot #mha x you #jeni writes

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sturchling · 4 years ago

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Could I ask for Chat Noir salt where

After Marinette leaves Paris and heads to your city for choice (Star City, Central City, Metropolis, Gotham) and gets into a relationship.

She has to return to Paris via Horse Miraculous to fight an akuma and bumps into Chat immediately after leaving the portal, so he asks why and she explains her new living situation (its actually been a while since she moved, he just now noticed)

Maybe he wants her identity since she's no longer at risk and she shuts it down

He gets violent and she takes the ring?

Sorry for the wait! Hope you like it and was worth the wait!

Marinette had decided enough was enough. Things in Paris had been getting worse lately, with Lila and the class. So she had decided to move to Gotham as a part of a student exchange program. She had a pen pal that attended Gotham Academy and their family had offered to host her, if she decided to participate in the exchange program. At first Marinette had been hesitant about leaving Paris while Hawkmoth was still active. But now, things had gotten so bad in Paris, she was worried she could be akumatized herself. That couldn’t happen. She figured the distance from Paris would do her good. So, she packed up her stuff and left for Gotham.

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Marinette had been in Gotham for about a month now. So far everything was going great. Her host family was really nice and welcoming. Her new class was fantastic, and they all became friends quickly. She had even started growing close to Damian Wayne, much to her new class’ shock. Damian wasn’t exactly outgoing, or friendly to the rest of the class. So it was a bit of a shock to see him warm up to Marinette so fast. Marinette was very happy with Gotham and really enjoyed her time there.

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But without fail, about once every few days, Hawkmoth would attack Paris and she would have to go back to deal with an akuma. She had been using the horse miraculous to travel back and forth as needed, and so far no one had figured out that she didn’t live in Paris anymore. She hadn’t even told Chat when she left. She didn’t want to risk anyone knowing she didn’t live in the city anymore and that news getting back to Hawkmoth. The less people that knew, the better. And that includes Chat. She had always made sure to open a portal to Paris, somewhere isolated, where no Parisians would see her. She had always been very careful. But today, she had been at Wayne Manor, having a movie date night with Damian, when the alert went out. So she was in a rush once she found a spare bedroom to hide and transform. So, she also didn’t realize that the portal she had made put her in an alley that Chat was also using to transform.

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Marinette stepped out of the portal, thankfully already transformed, and right in front of Chat. He stared at her, confused. “Milady? Why are you using the horse miraculous? What’s going on?” Marinette, trying to focus on the task at hand, said “Let’s focus on the akuma for now. I will explain everything after.” Chat nodded, but was distracted for the majority of the fight, trying to figure out why Ladybug had used the horse miraculous.

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It was an easy fight, Mr. Pigeon again. They didn’t even have to use their powers to beat him. Which left them plenty of time to discuss the horse miraculous. Marinette explained everything. How things in Paris had gotten bad for her in her civilian life and she was worried about being akumatized. How she had moved to Gotham as part of an exchange program. And how she had been using the horse miraculous to go back and forth between the two cities for about a month now. After she was done, Chat was just staring at her in shock. Marinette waited for him to be mad at her for keeping this from him, or maybe be concerned about whatever had happened in Paris to make her leave. But instead, the first thing he said was “This is great Milady!”

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Marinette was now the one in shock, as she stared at her partner. “What do you mean, ‘this is great’? I thought you would be mad I didn’t tell you sooner.” Chat shook his head. “Well, maybe I was a little mad, but its fine. Because now that you don’t live here, your identity is perfectly safe! We can tell each other now and it will be fine!” Marinette just stared at Chat, not sure what to say. “Chat, we can’t. Our identities have to be a secret. Just because I live in Gotham now, doesn’t mean it is safe. You could be akumatized and Hawkmoth would find out. Or if I come back to Paris for a time, and get akumatized, he could learn your identity. I am sorry Chat, but we can’t.” Marinette turned to leave, about to open a portal, when Chat’s clawed hand grabbed her arm tightly. She turned around to look at him again, and Chat looked furious.

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Marinette tried to pull her arm out of Chat’s grip, but she couldn’t get away. “Chat, what are you doing? Let go!” Chat’s grip tightened, definitely leaving a bruise. “No! I am tired of this Milady. I have waited long enough. I deserve to know who you are!” Much to Marinette’s horror, Chat reached with his free hand for her earrings. Thinking quickly, Marinette twisted her arm Chat was holding, making his arm twist too. She kneed him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Chat jumped up and actually tried to use his claws on her! Marinette couldn’t believe this was happening. Chat had managed to land a few hits, leaving Marinette with several bleeding cuts on her arms and chest. Before Chat was able to cause any life threatening injuries, Marinette was able to trip him and pin him to the ground with his arms behind his back. In this moment, Marinette knew that Chat was not fit for a miraculous anymore. Maybe he had been once, but he couldn’t be trusted now. Marinette removed the ring from his finger. A green light flashed, and then Adrien was on the ground in front of her. Adrien tried to apologize and beg for the ring back, but Marinette didn’t listen. She just opened the portal, and arrived back at the manor, still bleeding. Of course though, with the way this night had been going, she wasn’t alone in the bedroom she had come back to. Damian had been looking for her and came into the room, just as the portal opened and Marinette stepped through, still transformed. For a while, after the portal closed, they just stared at each other in silence. Finally, Damian broke the silence. “So, Angel, are we going to talk about the portal, your new outfit, or the bleeding wounds first?”

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dreamsclock · 4 years ago

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mcc angst??? mcc x dsmp crossover angst ???? pog ???

warnings because this is heavy: manipulation, gaslighting, abuse/torture, toxic relationships, hurt/comfort (heavy angst with brief comfort at the end), bruises, blood, injuries, dark themes/contents, c!quackity critical (lemme know if i’ve missed anything!)

“Jesus, Dream,” Quackity says, a shade to the left of concern, “what happened to you?” [Or, MCC goes ahead no matter the circumstances. For the Dream SMP members, it can be detrimental. For Dream, it’s hope.]

“Jesus, Dream,” Quackity says, a shade to the left of concern, “what happened to you?”

Dream doesn’t look up: despite weeks of training, it’s taking all his effort to continue getting changed like nothing is amiss. George has already asked these questions; the Captain, too, tugging him gently aside and quizzing him on why the SMP has been so strangely quiet, and Dream had pasted a smile on his face and told the truth - “things are quiet,” he’d told him, legs already trembling with the exertion of staying upright, “it’s just nice to have some peace in that place for once.”

Peace and quiet for the server will only be maintained if this tournament goes without a hitch. Quackity had made it quite clear to him before Sam had let them travel: had shoved Dream against the wall, had narrowed his eyes and promised hell upon earth if Dream fucks up.

“I wanna see a good goddamn performance from you, pal,” he’d said, voice rough, tense, “I’m not going to put up with mediocrity in my team, not from you.”

“I know,” Dream had murmured, words snagging in his throat, “I know.”

Why else had he been training? Why else had he pushed himself for days and days until every muscle in his body ached if not to appease Quackity? Since finding out their teams for the tournament, time had been whittling away, and all too suddenly it had been upon them - all too suddenly, Dream is pulling on a baggy shirt that had definitely fit him back in the last championships and trying to pretend the sound of Quackity’s voice doesn’t make him want to break down in hysterical fear and pleas of leave me alone don’t hurt me again I’m sorry I’m going to fuck up I can’t do this I can’tcan’tcantcantc

“I tripped,” he says evenly, “I fucked up my ribs and back and fractured my wrist. I was an idiot.”

That’s the cover story. The SMP official cover story, actually, which, unsurprisingly, is something they need often. It’s become routine for members of his SMP (the SMP, he reflects bitterly, achingly, it’s not his anymore) to show up at MCC training and tournaments battered and bruised and various degrees of traumatised - it’s become routine to replace hasty lies with sleek shiny cover stories that the rest of the server vouches for. After all, the common agreement had been that the less other servers knew about the happenings of their server, the better.

Because they’re fine. They don’t need the intervention that outside knowledge would bring.

(They’re fine.)

But, the thing is, there are two cover stories for Dream now. A cover story for the outsiders of the SMP, to keep them away from business that doesn’t concern them, and a cover story for those inside the server who don’t need to know the real reason he’s battered and starved and flighty. George buys it, barely, but Dream is terrified someone is going to ask more questions, terrified of the repercussions from Quackity, so he keeps his expression light, easy, calm as he can, with a little rueful smile tugging at his lips.

“Pretty clumsy,” Quackity snorts with practised amusement, eyeing Dream, and Dream knows he isn’t imagining the burning satisfaction in the other’s gaze when his eyes flicker over his injuries, most of them healed with potion after potion and only the shadows of bruises to show for months of grievous torture, “hope you’re not losing your touch, old man! We’re gonna fucking suck if you’ve decided to get clumsy.”

Panic makes words stick in Dream’s throat for a torturous moment, and when he laughs, he notices the Captain eyeing him oddly. “Don’t worry,” he says, resisting the urge to curl up and will the day to be over, “I’ll be more careful in future. I’m playing to win.”

He meets Quackity’s eyes, sends a desperate little I promise through his gaze.

Quackity’s lips tighten in what’s almost a smile, and Dream knows he’s received the message.

“Still,” George says, and his tone is unbothered and distracted as usual, but Dream picks up on the undercurrent of worry in his old friend’s voice, “you should be careful, Dream.” His face shadows, even as he scans Dream over once, taking in the hunch of his shoulders and dull glaze of his eyes and the pale bruises littering his body like thunder. “You haven’t been training nearly as much as you did last MCC. You don’t want to overdo it or anything, I don’t know.”

Dream receives the unspoken message - and so, it seems, does the Captain, whose gaze turns more concerned than previous. “You usually love training,” he points out, shrewd as ever - Captain, my Captain, Dream thinks nonsensically, hysterically, hit with a pang of nausea and desperation, of course he wouldn't buy the cover story, he’s too good for that, but it works to Dream’s detriment now, “what’ve you been doing that’s been keeping you busy, hm?”

“Server stuff,” Dream says vaguely, which is what he’d said days after exiling Tommy, which the Captain also hadn’t believed, “and- uh, you know, I got really distracted with it. I actually completely forgot MCC was coming up, until I was assigned a team.”

It’s not entirely the truth. His eyes flicker over his team. Fuck. Fuck, it’s surreal to be here, below a too-blue sky and talking to people who aren’t Quackity and being allowed a day to pretend he’s living his old life, no matter how unattainable that dream is now. He knows he’ll never fully recover, even if he’s given the freedom to try - too much irreversible damage has been done, and he knows there’s no coming back from some of it. But for now, his main priority is trying to find even a miniscule amount of enjoyment in the overwhelming, nauseating outdoors - and winning.

With Quackity, the priority is always winning.

“You’re too involved in that fucking place,” Quackity grins, clapping Dream on the back, and white hot pain explodes beneath Dream’s skin, a constellation of agony that sends his mind reeling too long for him to be anything other than immediately unresponsive, “we’ve barely seen you in weeks, and you show up to us looking like this? Jesus Christ, Dream, you have to start taking more breaks.”

“Quackity has a point,” George adds uneasily, but the Captain’s eyes, sharp and watchful, suddenly regard Dream in a different light entirely, “you don’t look like how you used to.”

“Dream.” Dream focuses hazily on the Captain’s words, anchoring him like a lifeline. “Are you sure that’s what happened?”

Dream goes very still very suddenly. “What?”

“These bruises don’t just look like… I don’t know, like fall damage,” the Captain tells him, and his hand on Dream’s shoulder is strong but gentle enough that it makes Dream want to cry, “you’ve been battered to shit. What actually happened, hm?”

And Dream wants to tell him, wants to shatter and sink down onto the floor and tell everything - not just his sentence in prison, but he wants to tell the Captain everything, from the Disk War to exile to L’Manburg’s explosion to the prison, to the Egg, to Dream being tortured every day until he’d started forgetting his own name, all of it, he wants to tell his old friend and mentor. But George is right there, clueless George, who knows so little despite being part of it, and Quackity is beside him too, steadying him with mock concern plastered over his face, and his fingers are like ice cubes beneath Dream’s burning skin.

This is not an escape, he reminds himself. This is a show. He has to perform.

So he lets a shadow of his old self creep into his smile - something almost mischievous, something almost cocky, something almost amused. “Oh, come on,” he snorts lightly, and Quackity’s grip retracts from his arm, “if anyone beat me in a fight, you know they’d be bragging about it. Trust me. It was an accident. I just- haven’t been sleeping very well, and I fell. That’s all.”

He holds the Captain’s gaze, heart racing feverishly under his skin - believe me, he urges through his smile, believe me and move on, believe me and move on. His friend doesn’t look entirely convinced, but lets go of his shoulder anyway, and Dream instantly misses the touch. “You’re going to be okay to compete, right?” He checks, and Dream nods sharply. “Does Scott know about your injuries? Maybe you should tell him. He might be able to-”

��Captain,” Dream complains, forcing levity into his voice, “I don’t wanna sit out of this one. I want to win.” He glances around, trying to find his old competitiveness, trying to dredge it up from deep inside him. He’s only filled with an ancient sort of dread instead. “Let’s destroy everyone in this tournament, and when we win, then we can tell Scott I’m hurt.” He laughs, lightly. “I should get an extra award for being injured if I win. That would be pretty cool.”

Deep down, he wonders if Scott and the Noxcrew already know he’s injured, and know the real reasons for his injuries too. As minor gods, they seem to know everything: there’s a reason Dream had been allowed to leave prison for the tournament, after all, and it doesn’t have anything to do with Quackity developing any sort of kind streak. Everyone knows an invitation to MCC is less of an invitation than it is a command - and not attending means being teleported to the server by the gods, and the last thing Quackity had wanted had been Dream appearing in front of everyone bleeding out.

The Captain looks at him, and for a second, Dream is terrified he’s going to call him out and continue questioning him. But then they hear an excited chatter from outside their team room, a roar of noise, and all four of them are distracted by the clock striking the hour.

It’s time.

As they move out of the room, Quackity’s hand snags against his elbow - it’s light enough, but Dream knows better than to interpret it as friendly. Freezing in place, he allows the other two to pass, neither of them looking concerned by Quackity and Dream waiting behind - Quackity’s expression is intensity disguised by concern and Dream is bitterly sure the others think Quackity is going check up on him, and that makes him want to scream. When the door slides shut behind them, Quackity’s gaze doesn’t get any less intense: he pauses, stepping back and looking over the bruises and ragged structure of Dream’s body.

“That fall did a number on you,” he notes, voice feather light.

Dream sucks in a pained breath. So it’s this game. “It’s alright,” he says, deceptively casual, if not for the way he presses back against the wall, if not for the terror in his veins, “it could have been worse. I’m lucky I can still compete.”

Quackity hums in disagreement. “I dunno, Dream, it looks pretty bad to me. You know,” he continues, before Dream can stammer out a response, “maybe the Captain was right.”

He’s getting whiplash. “I- What?”

“Maybe the Captain was right,” Quackity says, voice sad, “maybe you are lying about what happened. I mean, look at this-”

He catches Dream’s jaw in his hands, turns it to the side, gently, and Dream knows what he’s looking at: the yellowing green bruise that spans his cheek and almost looks like a handprint, complete with a healed gash of a ring: a ring, coincidentally enough, that Quackity had removed before coming.

“That looks like a handprint,” Quackity tells him, frowning, and for a wild moment, a mad moment, Dream fights the wild urge to shove him away, to hit him and hit him until he stopped moving and keep going until someone killed him too, “sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on in that server.”

Dream swallows, works to keep his voice even. “Nobody did this,” he whispers, voice catching, “I fell.”

Quackity’s eyes lift upwards to meet his. He’s smiling, the smile of a man tipping over the deep end, and Dream recognises it well, because he’d worn that smile too, a long time ago. “You promise?”

“...Promise.”

“Good!” And Quackity is all cheer again, grinning and patting Dream’s head in a way that makes him want to scream, in a way he would have once laughed at. “Good, great, I’m glad, I was- Not gonna lie, man, I was kinda worried.” He half-laughs, half-snorts, and fuck, he’s a good actor - better than Dream, whose returning smile feels so empty on his face he wonders if he’d be better not bothering to smile at all. “Though, to be fair, we’re all on the same server. Not like we’d keep secrets from each other, right?”

Knowledge of the revive book flickers through Dream’s mind, quick as lightning. “Right,” he agrees quietly, “no secrets.”

Quackity beams at him, heading for the door. “See ya outside,” he calls, almost chipper, and Dream doesn’t move until the door has closed behind him, until he can hear Quackity’s voice chattering to George outside - only then does he dare exhale shakily, only then does he dare sink to his knees and scrub his hands over his face, trying to push away the feelings threatening to overwhelm him. In and out. In and out. In and

There’s a message. On his communicator. Dream sucks in a breath, ragged, exhausted, and pulls it out.

It’s not Quackity.

Captain Sparklez whispers to you: remember i turned down your offer last year to join the server?

Captain Sparkles whispers to you: i want on

Captain Sparkles: i want to know what’s happening, dream. i want to see what the fuck is going on in that server

And Dream almost laughs, something choked leaving his throat, and he replies through blurred eyes.

You whisper to Captain Sparklez: it’s not pretty

Captain Sparklez whispers to you: i can tell that much

Captain Sparklez whispers to you: i want to help you

He hesitates. And then he pulls up his whitelist options on the communicator, stares at the options.

[Dream has whitelisted Captain Sparklez.]

You whisper to Captain Sparklez: don’t tell anyone

You whisper to Captain Sparklez: please

Captain Sparklez whispers to you: you have my word

CaptainSparklez whispers to you: it’s going to be okay

And Dream does laugh this time, as he staggers to his feet and finds the strength to head to the door, because the promise seems ludicrous (nothing on his SMP has been okay in a long long time), but the Captain is joining the server. The Captain is joining the server. He has no idea if that will end up being a good thing or bad thing for him, but he knows one thing for sure, and it’s that Quackity is going to destroy him for this.

He thinks of the Captain’s steadying hand on his shoulder, and something like hope crawls up inside his throat before he heads outside.

When he rejoins his team, Quackity’s reminding nudge is nothing compared to the bloom of warmth in his chest at the sight of the Captain’s subtle nod.

#> my writing !!#> my posts !!#> mcc dsmp au #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw manipulation #tw toxic relationship #tw abusive relationship #tw hurt/comfort #tw angst #tw dark themes #tw bruises #tw injuries #tw dark content #c!quackity critical #dreamwastaken #dream smp fic

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artzee-bee · 4 years ago

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You love me? | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: “ I was wondering if I could make a request where the reader is Lucifers best friend and can always cheer him up. One day (maybe after something with his brother happens) he is really upset and no one can communicate with him so the reader comes over worried sick. I thought that maybe they could have a moment after but that’s entirely up to you if you would like to write this! If you are uncomfortable or you just don’t want to write this let me know! “

Genre: a good chuck on angst but fluffy ending

Warings: nothing besides some arguing

A/N: This turned out very differently than what I was initially going for but I hope it’s somewhat good

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You were more than aware of how everyone saw Lucifer: eccentric, sarcastic, over the top, at times an insufferable ass. You couldn't exactly disagree with any of those, but somehow you and the handsome gentleman got to be an inseparable duo.

You met him at Lux while out with your friends. His good looks caught the eye of mostly everyone inside the club, you included. He was attractive but you were stubborn. You weren't going to go out of your way just to talk to him, no way! Plus, you weren't exactly looking for a relationship or anything like that, so what was the point? You were only there for the drinks and the dancing, except you ended up being quite disappointed in the drinks department. The barman was slow and alcohol was a lot more expensive than you were anticipating.

You were waiting for your drink when he approached you. He was trying to get away from a girl that was freaking him out. He made a comment about being “so irresistible” and you replied with a joke about the crappy alcohol. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you had been chatting with him for hours!! Your friends had gotten sick of waiting around for you to be done with your new pal, and left early, not that you minded much. You knew they were probably under the impression that you were trying to get in bed with him and they were mostly excited about how well it was going for you, so they weren’t mad and you were enjoying yourself.

After that night, you and Lucifer became more or less inseparable. Almost every night was now spent either at Lux or in his penthouse, chatting and drinking liquor. Lucifer would visit you at work every now and then, when a case he was working on would get on his nerves. He would sometimes drag you to the station to “keep him company”. You were, in other words, his moral support.

This position came with a lot of wild adventures and incredible stories, but also with a lot of difficulties. Lucifer wasn’t the easiest to talk to when his emotions got the best of him. He had a tendency to shut down and avoid real life at all costs. You’ve been with him through that many times before and you were convinced that there was nothing he could do to shock you anymore.

Late in the evening, you got a call from Mazikeen. She was fuming and screaming over the phone about how Lucifer was in a mood and he went off on her for no reason and that you better get to him and figure it out because she was over it. You’ve received many phone calls like this, so you weren’t alarmed but as soon as you entered the penthouse and saw the mess that was covering every square inch of the place, you began to question your judgement.

“Lucifer?” you asked but he didn’t reply. You called out to him a couple more times, until you finally found him tightly tucked in bed.

“Luci?”

“Yeah…” his voice was muffled by the blanket and his eyes were shut

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing at all darling, I was just going to sleep”

“It’s 8 pm”

“Yeah, well, tough day at the station today. Not easy solving crime, you know?” “Oh really?” you questioned, to which Lucifer nodded slightly “Funny thing, I talked to Decker not too long ago actually. She hasn’t seen you all day.” Lucifer’s eyes stayed shut

“Don’t lie to me Lucifer” finally, you got his attention. He stood up with an exhausted sigh and rested against the bed frame

“What happened?”

“It’s just...Amenadiel…”

“What about him?”

“Always so curious, aren’t we Y/N?” he got up from the bed and headed towards the bar in the main area with you following close behind

“I’m trying to help you” “I don’t recall ever asking for it” his tone was harsh, but you’ve heard worse from him

“That never stopped me before”

“It never does any good either and yet here you are”

“Yes it does, you always tell me I’m a huge help” Lucifer frowned at your words, knowing full well you were right. He poured himself a drink, choosing to stay silent “I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s bothering you”

“It’s a fight between brothers, just like many others we’ve had before and we’ll keep on having for the rest of eternity probably”

“You’re really bothered by it”

“I am not!” his tone was firm. For just a second his eyes flashed red.

“It’s ok to feel upset”

“I am not upset!” he screamed, his face all of a sudden red and hot. His devil face. Blood red eyes piercing your soul, a threatening smile displayed his sharp, yellow teeth . You’ve seen this side of him before. You could say you were even somewhat accustomed to it, except you've never seen him do this. Use it as a weapon against you. To threaten you, to push you away. That, more than anything, was what scared you. You’ve seen him so angry at times and yet not once did he change out of rage. You stepped back, almost tripping and falling back in the bed but Lucifer reached out and caught your hand. He held it softly, as if you were made of sand. As if you would slip from his grip any second

“Y/N?” when you looked back up to him, his face was back to normal “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t realise I-”

“I’m just trying to be a good friend Lucifer”

“I know you are”

“I didn’t deserve that Lucifer” his eyes were full of sorrow and regret. You could see tears threatening to spill and you almost felt this man crumble in the palm of your hand. You pulled him into a tight hug and as soon as your arms went around his waist, Lucifer nuzzled his face in your hair and began to sob

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t mean to do that…”

“It’s ok Luci”

“You didn’t deserve that”

“Yes but you’ve apologised, I forgive you. Everything is ok” Lucifer pulled away slightly, just enough so he could look into your eyes without leaving your embrace. His face was red and stained with tears.

“How do you do that? How can you always forgive so easily?” he asked as you wiped away some of the tears with the sleeve of your shirt

“Well, with you it’s quite easy. I care too much about you to stay mad.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, as if he didn’t believe you “Plus, I know you. You are kind and caring and would never do anything to hurt me. You have a hard time managing your anger sometimes, sure, but you are working to improve.” You cupped his face with your left hand and Lucifer immediately leaned into your touch

“I’m doing my best.” he said

“And I’ll be here for you. No matter how much you dislike it sometimes!” you giggled, but than Lucifer whispered something in your palm

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Luci.”

“No, I love you Y/N” he took a step back as he said that, the closeness between you two suddenly too much to bear. You looked at him with glossy eyes, scanning his features as if you weren’t sure you heard him right and each look made Lucifer want to crawl back into the pits of hell because he was not worthy of you and he knew that.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t the right moment, I should have just-”

“Lucifer” your voice was warm and welcoming which only made the devil feel worse. You were trying to reject him nicely, he just knew it!

“Yes?”

“You love me?” when he didn’t reply, you took a step closer, asking him again “Are you in love with me Lucifer?”

“Yes” he was crumbling once again under you. He was the devil and he’s known no weakness but somehow, someway, you managed to bring him to his knees with a single glance and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Did I get the devil to fall in love with me?”

“Perhaps..” you looked him in the eyes. You were once again standing close to him and Lucifer felt weak

“Good” you said, before grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and placing your lips on his, kissing him hard. Lucifer didn’t realise at first what you did, boldness wasn’t exactly your thing, but then, almost naturally, his arms went around your waist, pulling you into him. He felt his worries and tears fade away with every second that he felt your lips on his. He swore in that moment that no matter what, he would never ever push you away again. You were way too important!

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buckystevelove · 3 years ago

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My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Casper McFadden

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Moving into a new home was never easy. Oftentimes, it meant packing up everything you owned, leaving a bunch of good memories behind, and traveling across the country to a new town where you’d have to make all new friends and renovate old fixtures.

- But there was something about your new house that made it both easier and harder to live in: the fact that it was haunted.

- Obviously your family didn’t find out about the ghosts until after they’d signed the papers and even if they were warned about it, they probably wouldn’t have believed the realtor, but none of that mattered now. Now you were stuck in a old house with a bunch of spirits, stuck until your parents save up enough money to move again.

- So what made the manor easier to live in, you may ask. Well, the fact that it came with a friend….

- You and Casper meet the day you move into the Whipstaff Manor. You’re wandering around, exploring the home and trying to figure out which room you want to live in, unaware that there’s a specter following you.

- The minute Casper sees you, he’s head over tail. You make his undead little heart race and have him second guessing his every action. Which is the main reason it makes him a while to formally introduce himself, he’s too scared that he’ll ruin his first impression.

- Sadly for him, his first impression still doesn’t go over well, regardless of how much he practiced.

- In his defense, it wasn’t anything that he did, it was more the fact that you were suddenly face to face with a phantom. Anyone would have freaked out in response to that, and they would have freaked out to any ghost as well; no matter how friendly.

- So, like the rational young woman that you are, you scream and take off like a rocket, dashing out of the room and down the hall to find a more secure and safe looking room to hide in until your parents get back from the store.

- He follows behind, attempting to calm you down and feeling downright awful for scaring you. Once you’ve locked yourself away into a broom closet, he gives you a minute to breathe before he calls out to you, telling you that he’s sorry and trying to coax you out so that you can talk.

- It takes you another minute to be convinced and to trust him when he says he isn’t gonna hurt you, but eventually, you do brace yourself and open the door.

- Once you do, you find that he really isn’t as scary as you’d originally though he was. In fact, he was actually sort of cute; in a cartoony sort of way, and he’s friendly to boot; so you wind up feeling a bit silly for being so frightened of him. And after you begin to think like that, the two of you begin to develop a close friendship.

- While his uncles might be incredibly obnoxious and annoying, you can’t deny that you enjoy having the ghostly presences in your home; especially when school roles around and you find yourself feeling like an alien with no one to turn to. You might not have any living friends in your town but you at least have a few see through ones at home that ensure you’re not completely alone.

- But, compared to your primarily platonic feelings, Caspers feelings for you were a lot more complicated. He valued your friendship and enjoyed having you as a pal, but he also had more romantic feelings towards you. In simpler terms: he’d had a massive crush on you from the moment you walked in.

- And though he’d have loved to confess his feelings and see if you felt the same, he knew that it was practically impossible for the two of you to be together; at least until you’d died …or until he was alive again!

- The minute he remembers the Lazurus he immediately erupts into a fit of excitement and joy. If you could get it to work, he could be alive again and the two of you could be together for the rest of your lives, either as friends or as something more, he honestly didn’t care which; though he hoped it was the second one.

- So he tells you about the invention and the two of you get to work. You take the wild trip down to his fathers lab, search around until you find what you’re looking for, load the contraption up with it’s necessary elixir, and pull the levers with bated breath.

- You don’t know what you’d expected to walk out of the machine but it certainly wasn’t this. Perfectly done blond hair, shining blue eyes, and a face that made you suddenly flustered to be in your best friends presence. He looked like a Disney prince and you were captivated.

“How do I look?” He asked nervously.

“Perfect,” you responded a little too quickly. “I mean, human, normal …living.”

- His face broke out into a smile and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. The action caught you off guard and made your heart race but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

- Once you’d finished hugging, he pulled away slowly and you found yourselves locking eyes. His gaze flickered to your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were leaning forward and sharing a kiss.

- His uncles may or may not have interrupted you but the “damage” was already done. You were just as hooked on him as he was on you and neither of you could be happier.

- Casper loves pda. He loves being able to actually touch you and be out in public and show the whole town that the two of you are together; even though half of them are confused as to who he is.

- He touches you and holds you close whenever he can. He’s waited to do it since the moment he met you and now that you’re together; and he isn’t ice cold and only semi-solid, he enjoys every little ounce of affection he can provide and obtain.

- Handholding.

- Cheek kisses.

- Long, soft kisses. They’re sort of a contrast to his usual hyper behavior, which is why, if you ever need him to calm him down and focus, all you have to do is ask for a kiss or make it obvious that that’s what you’re going to do. He skids to a stop and happily complies as he gives you an adorable little smile.

- Pet names aren’t really his thing but he does call you by fun nicknames that he’s come up with; usually a shorter or longer version of your name.

- Cuddling is a must with Casper. He absolutely loves it, no matter how the two of you do it. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest, other times you’ll spoon, and other times you’ll face each other on the bed and talk until one of you dozes off.

- Speaking of: he definitely watches you sleep every now and again, which sounds far more creepy than it actually is. Like, you’ll be talking late at night and you’ll fall asleep and he’ll just look at your peaceful face for a while.

- If we’re going with the assumption that Casper maintains some of the aspects of being a ghost, I think it’s safe to say that he’s occasionally at least a little cooler than a normal human, which makes him the perfect companion for hot days.

- Being carried and flown around.

- Sometimes; especially prior to him being in the Lazurus, he forgets that you’re not a ghost and gets you into some uncomfortable situations. And after he turns human again, he definitely has to get used to not being able to go through walls and have things go through him when they’re thrown or fall.

- Testing out exactly what he’s still capable of doing and if there’s any limits to his new life. Is he perfectly normal? Does he have ghostly powers? Do the effects occasionally wear off during certain times or seasons? It’s all stuff you have to figure out.

- For a while after he’s brought back to life, he spends all day experiencing everything he missed when he was still alive. All the smells, sights, and touches; he runs around like Jack Skellington while you sit back and watch with a smile.

- Going to the mall. It’s one of his favorite places to visit, he just loves the entire atmosphere of the place; especially since he wasn’t really able to go and enjoy everything about it before he turned human again.

- Tv dates.

- Playing different games with each other. Board games, pirates, video games, you name it, he’ll do it.

- Sitting on top of the lighthouse with him.

- Enjoying the view from outside of the manor. You have the perfect view of the ocean from your garden so the two of you can always throw a blanket down and stare out at the sea together.

- Just goofing off with each other. Running around the house together, sliding down the stairwell, having him push you in a chair down the halls, etc. You’ve got a huge house to mess around in, why not take advantage of it?

- Dancing together. He told you he was a good dancer.

- Late night conversations. You can always talk to him about anything you want or need to.

- Catching him watching you a lot. He always has such a loving gaze when he’s looking at you, just seeing his face when he’s watching you do something or speak is reassurance that he really cares about you.

- Always having a warm and excited greeting when you return home from school. He also probably occasionally goes with you or at least walks you there or visits during lunch.

- He loves making surprises for you. Throwing you little parties or coming up with different ways to make you smile or cheer you up after school or whenever he can see that you’re feeling down is one of his favorite hobbies.

- He wants to be with you like 25/7 so don’t be surprised if he’s constantly bothering you with his presence. It’s a good thing you love him because if you didn’t he’d become very annoying, very quickly.

- Him just appearing at random is commonplace so your parents and you definitely have to take some time to get used to it. I mean he lives in your house and now that he’s human again, it’s definitely a bit easier than when he was a ghost, but still.

- Getting chairs pulled out and doors opened for you. He likes being a gentleman.

- Him cooking for you. He definitely tries to impress you with his skills and all the inventions he uses; and he just likes doing something nice like that for you.

- Discovering all his dads inventions and letting him tell you about them. It’s really quite fascinating to see how they all work and how excited he gets while showing you how to use them.

- I have a feeling that he doesn’t like winter; for obvious reasons, and whenever it comes around, all he wants to do is stay inside with you and do indoor activities. If you were to want to go out, it’d take you a while to persuade him and even if you did; or were only going out by yourself, he’d spend forever bundling you up and making up a bunch of rules to keep you safe.

- Probably dealing with his ghostly self every now and again. I have a feeling that the Lazurus machines effects occasionally wear off for a little while from time to time so while he’s alive most of the time, you do have moments of spooky transparency as well.

- Pranking each other and other people. He might be a sweetheart but he also has a bit of a mischievous streak.

- Him always wanting to show you whatever cool thing he sees, does, finds, or hears about. Just being able to share things with you makes him happy.

- Listening to his stories from when he was alive or the decades he wasn’t.

- Fixing up his room for him and hanging out up there with all his toys.

- Being gifted some of his mothers things. Dresses, jewelry, stuff like that.

- His uncles bothering the two of you. They’re constantly harassing and teasing you; just try to pay them no mind.

- Standing up for him when his uncles are being more awful than usual.

- He might be the only person you can really bond with in your town, considering the fact that whenever you have anybody over, they’re almost always harassed by his uncles and scared away. Which Casper may or may not be sort of happy about.

- Casper gets jealous pretty easily. Anytime another guy takes interest in you, he always feels the need to mock them behind their backs or be passive aggressively not so friendly whenever they approach you when you’re out with him. It’s best to not bring up guys in your class unless it’s obvious that they only like you as a friend; but even then he’d wonder why you need friends (even if they’re girls) other than him.

- He’s sort of overprotective of you. He just got his life back so he certainly doesn’t want anything bad happening and putting yours in danger.

- He absolutely hates fighting so whenever the two of you have an argument, he’s always quick to try and settle it and apologize; even if he doesn’t really think he’s done anything wrong.

- Saying “I love you” isn’t really his forte. He prefers saying and doing other things to show you that he does.

- The two of you sort of just have to go with the flow and see where your relationship takes you. You don’t know how exactly the rest of his “life” will go so you just try to enjoy the present and what you have right now.

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obsessive-ego · 3 years ago

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Love me, love me, say that you love me

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader

Beej hits you with a love potion to get you to confess you love him, it goes wrong

Dubious consent, nsft, nothing serious happens, you know me

"Satisfaction guaranteed..." the ghoul mumble to himself as he read the label of the bottle he was holding.

Beetlejuice, you're undead demonic, freeloader of a roommate, had just come back from a quick trip to the netherworld, and unlike his other trips, it wasnt for business, but pleasure, a quick shopping trip while you were out of the house.

"For the chunk of change you cost, it better" the ghoul smiled, pink streaks creeping into his hair.

In his hands was a pink bottle shaped like a human heart, a perfume type atomizer spray bottle.

Beetlejuice KNEW you liked him, but he also knew you were a coward about it, yes your shyness was cute, and the way you danced around this fact did have its charms, but the time has come for you to spit it out, you had to make the first move, not him.

Yes the demon could charm you, but you wouldnt take him seriously, he knew that, beetlejuice knew his flirting towards you and his advances towards you were seen as a joke, and why wouldnt it, he knew he couldnt be taken seriously, he took every chance he had to make a crude joke, why would anyone take him seriously, so he played it up to get you to smile, or even to get you embarrassed was also nice.

But today was different, today beetlejuice was gonna get you to say "I love you" albeit with force, but that was something he could live/die with.

The ghoul, now buzzing electric pink and green ready's himself at the door, waiting for his sweet breather to come in him trap.

You were on your way back from the post office to pick up a package that you or beej werent home to sign for, it was just some clothes, nothing too exciting, but a nice excuse to get out of the house for a nice walk, as much as you loved spending time with your undead friend, who you may or may not have a crush on, it was nice to have some alone time.

You walk into you apartment complex and slowly make it back to your flat, you fumble with your keys as you unlock the door, the soft jingle and muffled cursing was a great single to beetlejuice that you were home, the ghoul takes a deep breath, not that he needed too, and gets into position, readying the bottle's nozzle to the level of your face.

"I'm home-" was all you got out before receiving a face full of god knows what, you prayed it was water, wiping your face and rubbing your eyes, you didnt need to see who the culprit was for this shitty joke, pulling your hands from your face, you saw the demon standing infront of you, arms stretched out in a pre hug position, eyes closed, lips puckered, slightly leaning towards you.

Your anger quickly faded, but was replaced with confusion, you say nothing but only stare at the ghoul.

Seconds pass, beetlejuice opens on eye to see what the hold up was, was there a delay with the potion? Does it take a minute to kick in? Or was it a peice of junk?

Beetlejuice drops his awkward position, and smooths back his hair, trying to hide to spots the purple trying to emerge.

"So y/n, welcome home" he starts off shaky "you feel okay? Maybe a little warmer? Heart beating a little faster? Maybe even a little eager to jump someone or tell them something deep?" Subtle

"What are you talking about? Beetlejuice what the hell was that about?!" You huff

The ghoul is taken back by your tone, he was expecting you to be more soft, after a spray of that crap, he scowls glancing down to the bottle in his hands, waste of money, unless, he drops his scowl and focuses back to you, a sly smile plastered across his face.

"Just some netherworld perfume, very popular stuff, thought I'd surprise my favorite breather with it"

"Suprise is right" you grumble walking passed him, heading to the living room you place your things on the table, beetlejuice was quick to follow.

"How bout another try babes? I promise I wont get ya in the face, though I prefer to squirt ya in the face~"

"I dont know bee, I'm not that really into perfume" you shurg

Beetlejuice frowns and huffs out his nose, for what he paid for this peice of shit he wasnt gonna give up after one shot.

"Come on babes, do it for your good pal~" he pleads

You frown in response

"Okay sugar, you know regardless of what you say I'm gonna get what I want, so just play ball"

"Fine" you grumble, you can always take a shower later, hell you were going to anyway, your face felt gross after being hit by that stuff earlier.

The demon's face lights up at your answer, you held out your wrist as an indicator that you wanted to be sprayed their and were ready for it, though that wish was completely ignored, as the ghoul quickly leans forward and sprays you in the face again.

The ghoul stares at you praying to whatever and whoever for this to work, you turn away from the demon, curse under your breath and rub at your face.

As you rub your face beetlejuice goes back into position, arms stretched out, lips puckered, ready to receive your love, and hoping you wont banish him if this didnt work.

Moving your hands from your face you let out sigh, you jolt feeling a familiar twinge in your lower reigns, a desperate pulse for attention, you could feel your heart racing, your head was swimming, turning to face the ghoul, the second you laid your eyes on him the pulsing inbetween your legs intensifies, give let out a soft "bee" before leaping into his arms, slamming your lips into his, and wrapping your legs around his waist. The demon's eyes shoot open at this, his hands were quick to grab onto your rear, a mix of holding you up and feeling you up, his hair bloomed from green to pink in a flash, hell he was so excited his stripes went from black to pink.

"Oh Lawrence" you breathed between kisses, beetlejuice only hummed in response, too lost in this bliss to think.

"Couch?" You whine as you wiggle your hips against his semi.

"Holy crap" he groans, this was really happening, he quickly brought you to the couch, flopping down on his back, having you sit pretty on top of him.

You continue to kiss him, shoving your tongue in his mouth, the ghoul loved you taking charge, he dreamed of it often, he didnt put up a fight and gave you the dominance to explore his mouth, pulling away to breath, a nice line of spit connected the two of you. You move your attention on to the demon's neck, peppering it with kisses and giving the occasional nip at his cold flesh.

Beetlejuice was over the moon with this change in demeanor, who knew his y/n would have it in them, the ghoul purs feeling your hands roam his body, his hands plant firmly on your rear, giving it a small pinch every once and again, everytime you would respond with a whine.

He was in heaven, or as close as an undead demon was gonna get.

You give his tie a tug, as if to ask for permission to continue, beetlejuice moans encouraging you to keep going.

You give the demon a quick kiss on the lips, moving to his jawline, to his neck, as you untie his tie, you toss the garment aside as you start to work on his shirt's buttons, kissing every inch of skin that is slowly revealed.

You move down his body, the demons chest and stomach fully exposed, and kissed, beetlejuice was in a complete daze from your love, but quickly snaps out of it when he feels you palm the tent in his pants.

"Whoa babes-"

"Is this for me?~" you coo "it looks so big~" you sigh giving the tent a light squeeze "it's really hard"

Beetlejuice quickly sits up, stifling a moan.

"Babes, y/n, just hold it-"

"Oh, would you rather be on top?" You ask softly crawling towards him "or would you rather I not use my hands? I can give it a kiss if you want" You crawl back into the demon's arms leaning in for another kiss, you stumble forward as beetlejuice quickly vanished, reappearing a few feet away from you, the demon pulling his shirt together, as if trying to hide himself.

"Let's just take a second here, likes put a pin in this, and ah, just relax" god slash satan this wasnt fair, and maybe 100 percent his fault, here you were drugged out of your mind begging him to have sex with you, jesus all he needed from you was a simple "I love you" not this, but he'll sure be thinking about this later.

"Why dont ya cool down babes, and we can talk about this"

"How can I cool down, when I'm so hot for you" you moan as you unbutton your shirt, fully exposing your lacy black bra, the demon swallows hard, you slowly stand up letting your shirt fall, your hands traveling behind your back as you unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh fuck" beetlejuice whines in a higher pitch,

You slowly make your way over to him, gently grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your exposed chest "your hands are so nice and cold, maybe you could help me cool down?"

God slash satan did he wanted to give your boob a nice squeeze, but you're not you right now, he pulls his hand away, then places both of his hands on your shoulders, your skin was hot to the touch. Averting your gaze he clears his throat

"Maybe a cold shower would be help ya out"

"Maybe if you join me" you sigh leaning into the demon's chest, your hands resting on his hips.

"Y/n-"

"Are you sure you dont want help with your 'little friend'?"

Any other time he'd be delighted to have you help, but now was not that time.

"Let's just take a second here babes, we'll fool around later okay, I mean do you have condoms? I dont have any on me, we need protection" beetlejuice knew he couldnt get you sick or pregnant since he was a dead demon, but you didnt know that. "And besides, no means no, you know that y/n" BJ didnt exactly blame you, you werent in your right mind, you were horny as hell thanks to that stupid potion, of course you couldnt think straight.

You pull away from him, mortified at your pushy behavior "I'm sorry" you breath out "I just, I couldn't help myself Lawrence, you're just, I mean, i just love you so much, my body needed you" you began to cry "you're always saying how much you want me, and how you're "ready to go" all the time, I just thought-" you babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks

I love you

Those 3 little words he ached to hear, not how he wanted to hear them, but this whole thing was a mess.

"Babes, it's okay, I was enjoying it, believe me, it's just that I'm not ready to go all the way with you, let's just give it some time" which wasnt true, if you were willing so was he, willing as in not drugged. "And yeah, I talk a big game, but believe me doll, i want our first time to be special, so Hows bought you go put a top on, and we can put this little mess behind us?" It was an odd day when this harbinger of chaos had to be a voice of reason.

You nodded as you slip away to collect your bra and shirt that were tossed aside, beetlejuice frowns at this situation and wanders off to the item that started it, retrieving the bottle he squints at the label to read the rest of the instructions he didnt bother reading, and their it was, in the fine print 'warning, do not use on the living, results may vary and are not limited to nausea, drowsiness, intense sexual desires-' he groans then curses.

"Beetlejuice?"

The ghoul turns his attention to you, fully dressed.

"No hard feelings, aside from your, you know"

The demon gives you a soft laugh "no hard feelings babes"

"Could I have a hug? I promise to behave" it's not that the pulsing in your loins stopped, in fact the intensity was stronger now, you just wanted to be close the ghoul before dealing with these feelings alone, there was no harm in that

Beetlejuice pauses for a second, before smiling "alright sugar, bring it in" there was no harm in a hug, sure his dick was still kinda hard, but that's fine.

You walk into the ghoul's arms, slowly circling your own around him, beetlejuice gently pats your back. You nuzzle into his neck, and whisper "I love you Lawrence" before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Pulling away from the ghoul, his scent, and touch fresh in your mind you make your way to the bathroom to shower, amongst other things.

If you were to turn back you would have seen a glowing pink Beej who's legs are about to give out

"ARRGHHH! That's worse... They're killing me again!"

The should of the shower rings through the ghoul's ears, he grumbles as he puts his suit back together, grabbing the bottle that started it all he snaps his fingers and vanishes, off to give the schmuck who sold this to him a peice if his mind.

...

A few hours later beetlejuice reappears into your living room, grumbling to himself as he tucks the bottle into his jacket, no sense tossing it, maybe when the two of you are knocking boots, he could use it as an aphrodisiac, with your consent of course.

"Bee? Is that you?" Your voice rings through your flat, it was late, beetlejuice was hoping youd be asleep when he came back.

The ghoul makes his way to your room.

"Yeah, I had to take care of something"

"I was just about to go to bed" you were sitting on your bed wearing an over sized shirt that just covered your bum, the ghoul's eyes glance about, stopping at your vibrator that was now laying on the floor, he could smell the sex in the air, another time this would have been delightful.

"Do you want to join me? Sleeping? Like you normally do?" You sounded a tad too eager "I mean if you feel comfortable"

Beetlejuice gives you smile "sure" he snaps away his suit, leaving a pair of boxers, seeing your eyes light up was something he had to burn in his brain forever.

You scramble under the covers waiting for the demon to join you, which he promptly did.

"Is it okay if I snuggle with you?" You ask softly

"Anything you want babes" he purred, you quickly snuggle up to him, using his soft chest as a pillow, your hand petting the hair on his stomach.

"If you change your mind, I'm not wearing any panties" you whisper in the demons ear.

This was gonna be a long night

...

Bonus

The next morning beetlejuice woke up to an empty bed, confused he made his way to the living room, and there you were, sitting on the couch with your face in your hands.

"Morning?" He greets you

No response

"Babes?"

Nothing, beetlejuice makes his way to you, sitting down next to you, he places a hand on your shoulder, you flinch.

"Wake up and smell the coffee babycakes-"

"I am so sorry for yesterday, I- i don't know what came over me, i- beetlejuice, I so sorry for putting you into that type of situation, I-" you sobbed

The ghoul's hair quickly bloomed purple, you're blaming yourself for what he did to you "dont worry your pretty little head sweetheart, it was that perfume, how was I supposed to know it messed with breathers, believe me I gave that guy who sold it to me a peice of my mind, my poor little y/n warped and twisted into someone hornier then me" it wasnt all true, but beetlejuice couldnt have you beating yourself up over this, nor did he want to tell you the full truth.

"Really?" You sniffle

"Really"

You lean into the demon and he pulls you into a soft embrace, patting your back.

"How's bout we order some take out and I put a smile on that sweet face of yours?"

You pull away from beetlejuice and rub away your tears "I'd like that"

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grogusmum · 3 years ago

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A Galaxy Far Far Away Part 6

Halloween at Juniper Cottage: Pick- Your-Own Pumpkin

DIN X F!READER

WARNINGS: very mild angst and a bit of jealous ex- boyfriend garbage, other than that much to speak of unless you want a warning about the possibility of cavities. (please brush your teeth after reading)

WORD COUNT: 3300

SUMMARY: In an effort to keep Din’s son safe from Imps and bounty hunters, he sets a course for a faraway galaxy.

On Earth, Din and Grogu have been taken in by gentle reader... friendship has grown between them, could the festivities bring them closer?

NOTES: okay so in honor of Summerween, here is some lovely self-indulgence (okay, its always self-indulgence, but this is a super-sized helping) I have broken Halloween up into two chapters. The next update will be close on this one’s heels.

The shortening October days swiftly passed, and it was time to prepare for your favorite holiday. The first you would share with your guests.

While Grogu napped, you and Din chopped wood in the axe yard, you had set up another chopping block so you could work together, as he seemed to enjoy it.

“You know there’s um… we have a holiday coming up. It- it’s um, my favorite," you said as you stopped to drink some water.

Din set down the head of the long axe and leaned on the handle, and looked at you, you smiled. He looked like a dyed in the wool New Englander, aside from the helmet, which was a big aside but nevertheless, in his oatmeal colored three button thermal shirt, with a half open soft plaid flannel button down over it, jeans and brown hiking boots, he could have been 3rd generation.

“Your favorite,” he murmured, “what is it?”

You launched into Halloween, not only the American, child centric spooky holiday but the spiritual aspects of Samhain, and its remembrance of the departed-

“…and it celebrates the final harvest of the year. So, it- it’s very fun… but also very, um, meaningful to those who celebrate its ancient roots.” You hoped your explaination did it justice, and that you didn’t go down too many rabbit holes.

“It sounds fun,” Din said, “the kid's gonna like it.”

“I really think he will,” you said, “so we need to go pick out some pumpkins, for Jack O’lanterns, mine all came up too early this year- which is why all the soup and pie.

“I liked all the pie and soup,” Din said quietly, “Jack O’lantern?”

“You’ll see” you smiled.

You both started chopping again, you kept going in companionable silence, other than the resident woodpecker and a blue jay scolding in the distance, until you heard Grogu wake.

“So, we will dress up in disguises and take food from people?” Din asked as you walked into the cottage.

You laughed, and he smiled under his helm, he loved that sound.

“Was that your takeaway?” You chuckled, “I mean y-yes, but, um, no.”

Din went into the room he shared with his son, “hey, pal. How’d you sleep?”

As he lifted Grogu, the little one launched into a very emotional story, babbling and cooing, pointing and touching Din helmet.

“I think Grogu feels he shouldn’t have to nap,” Din said with good humor, as made his way back to the living room. Grogu nodded emphatically.

“Oh sorry, bub!” you laughed, “well it’s pumpkin picking time, so I think you’ll be glad you are all rested!”

You all got into the car, including Seamus, which pleased both Seamus and Grogu immensely. Grogu had a hand on the dog the whole ride, talking to him in his own little language of babble, coos and giggles. Seamus listened intently.

You had some concern about seeing Kyle again, in a small town, trips like this always made it a possibility. As it is Halloween week, you expected everyone at the pumpkin patch.

Din looked at you and then all the other cars, he was glad to being doing something you enjoy. He could tell that you have not been as social as it seems you usually are since his and Grogus arrival. You have since gone back to work, and you talk to people on your comm, but he’s heard you give apologies for not joining people for meals, films and such. He's been working up to telling you, you should not feel like you can’t do these things. But in truth, he likes having you close; he can’t seem to help it. When you go to work, he and Grogu have gotten into a routine that is enjoyable, but he misses you. And Din wonders about Di’kut.

A few nights ago, after getting home from your job at the pub on Main St you told him about the Di’kut coming in, you were not planning to tell him, but your red rimmed eyes gave away your upset. Din gently pressed you to tell him what happened.

Din’s agitation grew as your story unfolded. It seems Di’kut regularly gets drunk at another place down the street, you call it the Sports Bar, and occasionally “when he is particularly pissy”, as you put it, he comes to the pub to bother you. After the Farmers Market encounter, he wanted to push your buttons, while you could do little about it and when Din wouldn’t be there. Din secretly hoped he would be at the pumpkin patch.

Din had gotten used to the forested foothills crowding the horizon, so the wide field dotted with orange orbs reminded him of how big the sky is. Here, blue with puffy clouds, as it was afternoon in the dark half of the year the shadows were already getting long.

You all tumbled out of the car, Grogu laughing at the pumpkin song you were singing, as you got out a red wagon from the back of the car. Din, meanwhile unclipped Grogu then placed him in it. You had told him this was the week to enjoy being out in the open, see how it goes. You had encouraged him to wear his full beskar and he could see why, there were younglings running around with wings and cloaks, face paint, and all manner of costume. The not so youngling as well, perhaps he won’t be swamped with people wanting to take a holograph. You had told him, he and Grogu could hide in plain sight, so to speak. His eyes landed on you again, in your costume...

Din had asked if you were going to wear a costume, you hadn’t planned on dressing up for the pumpkin picking but, it made sense if he would “be in costume” so you had popped up to the attic to rummage the costume trunk, then slipped into your bedroom to change. It didn’t take long for you to reappear in a long white dress, with a silver belt on your hips. You put your hair in two large buns on the sides of your head, upon seeing you, Grogu smiled and raised his arms up, to be carried. You gladly complied, he cooed and chatted and touched the buns.

“My hair is getting an assist,” you laughed, “the buns aren’t all mine!”

Din hadn’t said anything, he just looked at you. He seemed to have short circuited a bit. You always looked pretty to him, but the way the dress clung at your waist, and the skirt moved as you walked… he was quite certain he had never seen a lovelier being. When you and Grogu looked at him, he coughed and sifted his feet.

“You look…nice.”

Grogu seemed to think this was insufficient, pointing and babbling. You laughed and gave him a squeeze, murmuring a little thank you, then you looked back up to Din and smiled-

“Thank you, you do too, I almost forgot the impact of the full armor was!”

Din swelled a bit at your praise. Grogu looked down at his robe touching it and babbling.

“And you look delightful as ever, little one,” you said.

So, dressed up and ready for some Halloween pumpkin picking fun, you got Seamus out of the car and Din took the wagon handle.

“Shall we?” you said in a playful voice and led the way through the gate. As you walked you continued singing the pumpkin song, now that your hands were free you showed Grogu the fingerplay that went with the song. He quickly started trying to do them too, Din smiled beneath the beskar.

The pumpkin field was bustling, the air was crisp, but the sun warm. The smell of warm spices carried on the breeze.

“Wait until you try the fresh apple cider donuts!” you said as you passed the cider house and stopped at the pick- your- own stand.

“All the pumpkins are cut from the vine, so just pick ‘em up and bring ‘em here for wei-“ the woman in overalls and a orange and black plaid flannel shirt stopped mid-sentence, “HEY! Good to see you sweetie! You know the drill, sorry, so many people I kinda went autopilot! You look great by the way!!

“Hey, Kris, thanks,” you chuckled, “no worries, how’s Didi?”

“She’s great, you can say hi when you’re at the cider house… who’s this,” Kris says with her eyebrows raised looking Din up and down.

“I- Oh, sorry- this is Mando, he’s st- staying at Juniper Cottage,” you explained. Din gave a quiet greeting, and as Kris showed no sign of seeing Grogu, as he was so small and below the stand’s counter, you decided not to bring attention to him.

“Ah, I heard, something about that,” Kris winked, you rolled your eyes, “I know small towns, right! We’re in everyone’s business! I also heard; Kyle was planning to give you a hard time at the Farmers Market a couple weeks ago but turned tail after meeting your…. friend here, I woulda liked to have seen that.”

Kris nodded her approval at Din and Din huffed you could hear the smirk.

“Yeah, that didn’t stop him from coming into Gendel’s later…” You said bitterly, but you put your hand on Dins arm giving it a squeeze of appreciation, Dins expression softened as he looked down at your hand above his vambrace.

“That guy's a piece of work, I’m sorry about all that.”

“Me too”

“Okay, let’s not think anymore on Kyle the Baleful! Have fun and see you when you’re done! Oh, you two should do the hayride too! Each ticket gets you fresh cider and a donut!”

“Sounds good, Kris, we will!”

You and Din walked along the field rows with Seamus on leash and Grogu in the little red wagon.

“Sorry, um- about that.”

“For what,” Din said, walking close enough to occasionally bump shoulders.

“All that, I dunno…”

Din stopped; his helmet tilted to look you in the face. You, as ever, found his eyes.

“I am your … friend.”

Despite the brisk air, your cheeks warmed, and you cast eyes around. Din waited patiently.

“And I’m yours… I mean, your- you know, friend.” You actually gulped. Did you hear him chuckle?

Suddenly Grogu was in the pumpkin patch, he and Seamus as far as the dog’s lease would allow. The little one was patting a fine specimen of a pumpkin.

“You, my fine fellow, are a natural, Grogu!” You smiled, stepping into the row to pick it up. “See the even roundness, beautiful sunset orange color? Excellent Choice!” Then you placed it in the large squash in the wagon, “One down two to go!”

After Din found a tall pumpkin with green veining he liked, and you picked a dark orange squat one. You headed back to the weighting station. You paid for the pumpkins, Kris allowed you to tuck them on her and Didi’s porch instead of going all the way back to the car and said she would watch Seamus while you went on the hayride. You looked at the sky, beginning to streak with purples and oranges, it was going to be a beautiful sunset.

Three wagons sat waiting for those interested in the sunset hayride. Two being towed by tractor, one was pulled by horse. You knew those being pulled by tractor would take the bumpier trails, so you brought your boys over to meet the horse, but planned to choose one of the tractors.

Din stroked the horse’s nose with one hand and held Grogu in his other. Grogu pat-patted the horse cheek, cooing and chatting at the horse.

The horse whinnied and nodded.

“Oh Grogu, Molly likes you and your stories,” you said stoking the horse’s other cheek.

Kris' wife Didi, came up, giving a big pat to Molly’s flank.

“We are gonna get goin’, where d'you wanna sit, hon?”

“Oh we’re going to take one of the tractors, I just wanted to introduce Molly.”

You thanked Didi and walked over to the second tractor and as you climbed the step stool, dins hand was there for you to take. You smiled and murmured your thanks.

Mando handed Grogu to you and then climbed up, you found a spot in the back of the wagon, knowing it would be the bounciest.

Din sat beside you, your legs touching, Grogu clambered to sit on both of your laps.

The other riders looked curiously at the tiny green child, you just smiled. Some of the other children were dressed as pumpkins, cowgirls, wizards, and of course characters from the latest popular movie and television show.

You looked around the wagon, smiling at all the kids, your eyes getting a little shiny as they landed on a little six-year-old girl dressed as cute little witch. You looked down to blink away the sting. Grogu touched your cheek, you knew the more you interacted with him, the harder it was going to be to explain him, but you didn't care. You gave him a hug. Din watched, and put his broad gloved hand on your knee, your tummy fish returned with a flip-flop, but instead of trying squash the feeling you embraced it, and slowly tilted your head until it was on Din's shoulder. Mando sat up a little straighter, but stayed right where he was. You smiled, chuckling a little at yourself, because for as big a “move" as this was, as intimate as it felt for you, as well as Din, you had really only put a big bun made of synthetic hair on a huge beskar pauldron.

Then the bumps began, a couple times you were lifted off your hay bale, Din quickly brought his arm around to hold you. Grogu caught some air and laughed with his hands in the air ready for more, you took him round his middle. It was all so natural, the sway of the wagon, the bumps over ruts and stones, you nestled in and while you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you let that tummy fish flip around and enjoyed that first feelings of-

Then a big bump sent you all up Din pulled you in closer, and put a protective arm across your front his hand resting on Grogu’s back. The whole wagon called out, laughing, that’s when you did look up, you looked into the black visor, right into Dins eyes. Din had kind of gotten used to it. It wasn’t until he was out with others who looked just a little too low or too high, that he was reminded if this uncanny ability you had of seeing him. Beneath it all. He looked down at your shining face smiling and out of breath from the excitement of the ride, he hoped it wasnt the only reason. His heart had picked up its pace, but he wasn’t phased by the rattle of the wagon.

Everyone continued to laugh and hold on as the wagon made its way between the woods and the field and back again. Soon, the wagon pulled up to the barnyard at full twilight, strings of warm fairy and amber globe lights crisscross the yard and the cider house. Kris and Didi out did themselves, you thought as you looked around, Grogu’s big dark eyes looked in wonder at the festive atmosphere.

As everyone began to disembark, they smiled at you, said a quick hello, gave the greetings of the season, then Pandy, the elderly women who ran the knitting store stopped in front of the three of you, with her daughter, Tina.

“Will you look at that!” Pandy pointed to Grogu, “you always did got all out for Halloween, dear, but what a puppet you’ve made! What a thing!”

Grogu narrowed his eyes at the insinuation, and the two women laughed good-naturedly thinking you were playing with them.

“Mom, it’s not a puppet. It’s animatronic, like a robot. Remote controlled or something, right?”

Now it was Dins turn to be mildly affronted.

“I don’t know what your talking about…” You said airily. Knowing they would just think you were playing your part. They laughed again.

“So cute! Always to the nines with you,” Tina said appreciatively.

"That’s me,” you smiled, and told Grogu to wave in an undertone, he complied, and they gave him big “awws", that Grogu did approved of.

The next person heading to the tailgate was not so pleasant, you hadn’t noticed him the entire afternoon. Not even when he had, apparently, been sitting directly across from you, Din and Grogu the entire ride. It was none other than Kyle the Baleful. His clenched fists gave away that he had been watching you, you couldn’t imagine why he cared at all, but you stifled a smile. It had been over a year since he has made any mention of remorse or interest in you, and you had shut that down hard. But you also had not been seen with anyone since him, he was just being stupidly and misguidedly territorial.

At that moment Din stood to his full height and held out a hand for you to take, you took it and stood. Kyle scoffed, and stepped down off the wagon. You took no notice, though Din did, he could not help thinking that Pumpkin Picking Day was becoming his favorite. There was an internal voice smugly saying mine…it surprised him. Din made no claim on you, even if things were to... progress, you were no object, he could see that Di’kut did see you this way, and he was glad to make him suffer for all he put you through. Din told himself, he was not possessive, just… protective. But he liked thinking of you as his, his what, he wasn’t sure. But he was sure the difference between him and Di’kut is that if you agreed to be his, he would be yours.

All this was making its way through Din's mind, as he stepped off the wagon. Instead of going all the way down he turned on the bottom step, and instead of taking Grogu as you expected, he placed both his hands on your waist and lifted you off the wagon and placed you on the ground, setting your white dress fluttering. You shook your head slowly, but your smile and shining eyes told him this was okay, he could touch you, hold you, not just for the bumps in the road, that you could trust him and maybe be his, not to possess, but to hold close, and protect your heart from further harm.

You held Grogu close and simply looked up into Dins eyes, like you do, he lowered his helmeted head down and rested his forehead on yours. Your eyes closed. Grogu snuggled between you. How had this happened, you weren’t sure.

The rest of the evening was a haze of feeling lightheaded and not quite having your feet fully on the ground. You brought home a sack of fresh donuts and spiced cider, so you all could enjoy them at home and Mando could have his privacy. You wondered about this change in how you saw one another, how you would feel about his helmet. You didn’t really care about what he looked like. You felt you knew who he was. Yet the idea that you might allow this to progress, and you didn’t know what he looked like, felt strange. Then insecurity snuck into whisper. He was just helping you out with Kyle. Maybe he saw Kyle before you did, and that’s why he put his hand on your knee, like at the Farmers Market. By the time you were in your driveway, you had deflated some. Din noticed.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

“Oh, um, yeah- I- Thank you, for today, Mando. I hope you and Grogu had fu-“

“Din”

“Hmmm,” You turned in the drivers seat releasing your seatbelt.”

“My name is Din. Din Djarin. Mandalorians not only keep their faces from being seen, but we do not share our names. We go by Mando to, mmm, outsiders.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him. The insecure voice in your head silenced, the corners of your eyes prickled a second time today, but for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you for trusting me with it, Din.”

Part 6.5

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years ago

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For Day 29 of Rowaelin Month

“A song fic-“

The song- “Always Been You” by Quinn XCII

CW- Mentions of miscarriage and divorce

"I can't believe you right now."

Rowan looks at his wife in frustration. She's sitting at the end of their bed, staring listlessly at the wall. The skirt of the red dress she's wearing is wrinkled, and his heart aches when he notices the mascara marks on her cheeks.

"Aelin," Rowan tries again to reach for her, but she leans away from his grasp.

"No, Rowan. I'm done."

Rowan takes a long swing from the beer in front of him. The time on his phone alerts him that he's spent most of the evening sulking at his bar.

The guys had invited him to dinner, but Rowan hadn't felt like going in light of his current situation. Instead, choosing to meander to the shady little pub they'd passed by coming from the airport.

His lawyer had sent him numerous emails. Documents to sign, agreements to approve, and papers he needed to read through before sending them to the judge.

Divorce was a pain, and Aelin wasn't making it easy.

"Hey, bud. I thought I might find you here." Fenrys slides onto the barstool next to his.

Rowan sighs and rubs the lines forming on his forehead. "Well, I thought it was obvious I didn't want company."

"Too bad. Drinking alone isn't a good look on you." Fenrys raises a hand and motions for another round of beers. "How are things going with ya know?"

"Shitty. She's never paid a dime of rent on that apartment, but she wants the lease signed into her name and for me to front the first four months of rent." Rowan cracks a peanut between his finger. He has no intent to eat the growing pile in front of him. He just craved the satisfaction of breaking something.

"Well, have you talked to her about that?" Fenrys frowns in sympathy, knowing how equally attached both parties were to the little rental.

Rowan laughs mirthlessly. "No, she said that it was better if our conversations were mediated. I always knew Aelin was catty, but she's acting like such a-"

"Don't." Fenrys gives Rowan a severe look. "I know you are upset, but don't start saying shit you'll regret."

Rowan pauses and reluctantly nods his agreement. It's the alcohol talking. He knew the problems that had festered his marriage were predominantly his responsibility.

He takes a deep breath, but a heaviness seems to keep the air from reaching his lungs fully. The weight was slowly becoming too familiar, starting the day Aelin had presented him with the papers.

Rowan wishes he'd done more. Wishes he'd paid more attention and seen the signs of Aelin's unhappiness.

The day Aelin had broken down in their bedroom had been a cold wake-up call but by then? It was already too late.

"You missed our anniversary Rowan." Aelin shouts and pulls her heels off angrily.

Rowan picks up a shoe and tries to hand it back to her. "I know. I'm sorry. It's not too late, though. We can still go out? There's still time to salvage-"

Aelin turns away from him and seems to fold in on herself. Rowan wants to reach out. He wants to hold her, but something dark is building in the air.

"I don't want your leftovers, Rowan," Aelin whispers. "That's all I get anymore—your leftover time. Your leftover attention. Whatever leftover resentment you bring home from work."

"Aelin-" he tries to cut off her depressive spiral, but she's not finished.

"You used to call me during the day." Aelin's voice cracks, and he realizes she's crying. "Every day, you would call me on your break. Now you don't even call when you leave town."

"Baby, just listen to me." He puts his hands on her shoulders, but Aelin breaks his grasp to turn around and look at him.

"Is there someone else?" Her eyes are wide and vulnerable. So unlike his regular Aelin."

"What?" His brain is struggling even to formulate a reply. Rowan's lack of response only causes Aelin to worry more.

Something in her cracks. There's a quiver to her lips, and her face drains of color. "Oh. Oh no."

"Aelin. I swear there is no one else." Rowan finally says, but it's too late.

"Is," Aelin presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Is it because I lost the baby?" She sucks in a hiccupping breath. "You've always wanted kids. So did I, but my fucking body doesn't work."

Aelin closes her eyes, and Rowan knows she's speaking more to herself than him, but her words gut him just the same. "My body doesn't work right. I keep giving us false hopes and wasting money on pregnancy tests. Of course, you would look for a woman who can give you what you want."

He's surprised by the sudden flare of anger in him. "Don't put words in my mouth. That will never be your fault."

They'd known right from the start their journey to parenthood would be a long one. Aelin had a family history of complicated fertility. It had seemed so trivial when they got married. Yet even knowing there could be issues, nothing quite prepared them for the pain of a miscarriage.

Aelin sniffles, unable to force back her grief, "But you resent me. Don't you?"

Rowan doesn't reply.

"It's rough," Rowan admits out loud. "I let a lot get left unsaid. I was hurt and pushed her away. Now she won't even speak to me without a lawyer present."

Fenrys nods, "It's all probably for the best. Once this is over, you guys can put this drama behind you."

"I wish it were that easy," Rowan knocks back the rest of his beer. He grimaces at the drink. It's not taking hold quickly enough.

Fenrys raises an eyebrow. "You both will be able to shut the book on this chapter of your lives and move on? Considering how bloody you two have been fighting, it sounds ideal."

They sit in silence. Fenrys takes the peanut basket away from Rowan and picks at the shells. The bartender comes by, and disgruntledly eyes Rowan's pile of crumbs as he orders a whiskey neat.

Fen was like his little brother, but Rowan found it hard to admit his real problem to him aloud. "I still love her."

The basket goes flying over the side of the counter, and Fenrys chokes on his beer. "What?"

Rowan can't look him in the eye, "We lost a baby. It was early. Aelin didn't want to tell everyone. Three years we tried to get pregnant, and finally, a test comes back positive. She was so happy."

"Shit," Fenrys says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"It was there, and then it was gone. I thought Aelin was fine. She cried for a week, but then it was like a switch flipped, and she was back to normal." Rowan clenches a napkin in his fist. "I was devastated. It hurt like hell, but I didn't want to send her back into a depression." Rowan shakes his head at how stupid he'd been. "So I put some distance between us. I didn't want her to think I was upset with her."

"I didn't feel better," Rowan sips the whiskey, relishing the warmth. "It made me mad that she got over it so quickly, and I couldn't. I didn't realize that I was growing that space between us. I didn't understand how much guilt she harbored and that she tried to be strong for me. Not until she broke."

"We fought. I said all the wrong things. Aelin couldn't take it anymore, she left, and I didn't stop her." Rowan leans his head on his hands and elbows against the counter. "She's the love of my life, and I watched her walk out the door."

Fenrys sucks in a breath and sighs. "You are my best friend, and I mean this in the most loving way possible. Why the hell are you here?"

"What?" Rowan looks at Fenrys annoyed face.

"Get out of here. Go. I'll tell the boss you have ebola or some shit." Fenrys fishes his wallet out and throws cash on the bar. "I'll even cover the tab. Just leave. Now."

"What? I don't understand?"

Fenrys looks at Rowan like he's stupid. "No offense, but you are about as interesting as a brick wall. The fact you caught a girl like Aelin is astonishing. If you love her, are you honestly going to let her go on being miserable?"

"She's not miserable," Rowan scoffs.

Fenrys laughs bitterly. "You forget I'm pals with Aedion too? Aelin winds up at his house almost every evening crying her eyes out. You two are still hopelessly in love. You're just dumb and badly in need of a good conversation."

"Aelin is upset?" A sense of disbelief washes over him.

"Yes! She misses you, but she's under the impression you are off sleeping around." His face saddens. "I told Aedion you weren't. He knows I go on all of these trips with you. Aelin's just upset you're gone and needs to believe in something that can help her let go."

Rowan stands up, swaying. "I have to go."

"Hell yeah, you do. Give Aelin my love," Fenrys waves as Rowan vates the bar like a hawk out of hell.

Aelin sets the stack of papers in front of him.

Rowan had been camping out in his office ever since there disaster of an anniversary. He'd texted a few times, but every time they talked, it was like relighting a fuze. Things weren't getting better.

"What are these?" Rowan asks without looking up from his screen.

"Your ticket to freedom," Aelin sits in the chair across from him.

She looks thin, thinner than she did when Arobynn was her foster father. It physically hurts Rowan that he's causing her that kind of stress. Glancing at the papers, she slapped in front of him. His blood becomes like an ice river through his body. "Aelin-"

"I'm not the one for you. That's apparent now. I won't hold you hostage in a marriage that you aren't happy in." Aelin blinks, and a tear slides down her face. He wants to wipe it away, but he's beyond angry. She was giving up on them.

"If this is what you want," Rowan slides the papers towards him and pulls out a pen.

Rowan is racing the familiar paths to their apartment. He doesn't care that it's almost four in the morning. The plane ride between Perranth and Ornyth is mercifully short, but he can't force himself to wait another minute.

"Aelin," he yells through their door. "Baby, answer me. Open the door."

Rowan's fists tap a consistent rhythm on the door, and his heart skips a beat when a bedraggled Aelin finally appears. "Rowan, do you know what time it is?"

She's in a pair of grey flannel pajamas, not one of her usual silky numbers. Aelin's eyes are red around the edges, and her face is still dewy from the excessive amount of lotion he knows she loves to put on. Rowan knows all of her routines. All of her favorite outfits, comfort movies, and best memories. He knows the scar she has on her left hand from an abusive foster father. Rowan remembers how the bridge of her nose wrinkles when she's upset in the same spot her cousin's does.

He knows everything about her, because not only were they husband and wife, they were best friends.

How could he have let that go?

Before Aelin can ask any more questions, Rowan has swept her into his arms. "I missed you so damn much."

"Rowan, have you been drinking?" Aelin asks in a voice cracked with emotion.

His hands are running up her back, and his knows burrows into her hair. He's always loved the smell of her jasmine shampoo. "Fireheart, I never resented you for losing the baby."

"Rowan, I don't want to talk about this," Aelin tries to push him away, but he squeezes her into his chest, and she melts.

That had been his mistake. He should have held Aelik like this and never let her go on pretending to be happy. How could he know everything about this woman and not have seen past her facade? She'd suffered. His own pain had blinded him.

"Aelin, I've made so many mistakes lately." Rowan rubs the back of Aelin's neck the way she likes, and he can feel the sobs starting to build up inside of her. "But the greatest shame of my life is not being there for you when you needed me. I was stupid, Fireheart. I'm not going to be stupid any longer. This separation can't go on, we aren't any happier for it, and I can't live knowing I'm away from the other half of my soul."

Aelin cracks, and he can feel the tears wetting the front of his shoulder. "You were never home. I thought there was someone else, someone who could give you the things you wanted because I can't."

Her whole form is shuddering his arms, and Rowan squeezes tighter as if he can hold her broken pieces together. "It's always been you. I don't care if we adopt or never have any kids at all. All I need is you, baby. You are all I've ever needed."

Suddenly, hands are in Rowan's hair as Aelin crushes their lips together. The kiss is frantic, a relief of the stress they'd carried upon their shoulders.

"I missed you too," Aelin whispers in between kisses. “Gods I mussed you so much.”

The rest of their night is filled with soothing words, frantic kissing, and murmured apologies. Rowan kisses the tears from her cheeks and Aelin looks into his eyes like she’s home. Nail dig into skin as they promise never to be apart again.

For the first time in months they sleep in the same bed. Rowan sinks into a deep restful sleep with his wife in his arms once more. He loves the way her cold toes search out his heat. How Aelin fits so perfectly against his chest. When he wakes up and she’s still there, his heart nearly features from relief.

After months of pain, it's the beginning of their walk towards healing.

The days after aren't perfect. They had legal issues to sort back out, more problems to lay bare to the sunlight. There was arguing, but it lacked actual heat, and they didn't walk away feeling unloved at the end. No longer did they fight to land barbs. Their bickering now served to work towards solutions and to express needs.

Between struggles, the love began to grow back. Rowan kept his job at work, and when he was home, it was about them. He started calling her on his breaks again, and it always astonished him how much he missed the sound of her voice. They both strived to communicate their feelings better and actually listen instead of reacting.

Aelin surprised him with romantic dates, and Rowan read pages of her favorite books to her at night. They danced in the kitchen and laughed at their favorite shows.

Fixing their marriage was hard work, but Rowan and Aelin didn't mind. The separation proved that neither of them wanted a life without the other. It was to whatever end, and they wouldn't accept anything less for them.

On one Sunday morning, Rowan opens his eyes and realizes that Aelin isn't on her side of the bed. Panic surges in him, and he looks around to make sure her things are still there.

They are, and the tension eases from his shoulders until he hears soft crying from the bathroom. Darting out of bed, he grabs Aelin's bathrobe and knocks on their bathroom door. "Aelin, what's wrong?"

Had he screwed something up? Was she sick?

The lock clicks, granting him silent permission for him to come inside. Rowan pushes the door open and finds Aelin crying on the side of the tup. With gentle hands, he wraps her robe around her and throws an arm over her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Aelin looks up at him, a radiant smile on her face. "Look."

Rowan glances down to her clenched fists and-

He blinks, once, twice. Aelin laughs at his dumbfounded face, and it breaks his paralysis. Rowan grabs her around the waist and spins her around the cramped bathroom, the positive pregnancy test clattering to the floor.

Aelin's arms wrap around his neck. The emotion in the room is raw and bittersweet, but there's a hopefulness that can't be denied. Rowan holds her tight as they process the news. When they break apart, the love between them is palpable. They had another shot at this, a fresh start.

Hards times would come and go, but good days were never far behind for them. Because for Aelin and Rowan, it's always been them.

And that's all they needed.

#throne of glass #rowaelin #fanfic #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rowaelinmonth #angst #tog #sjmaas #throne of glass fanfiction #song fic #rowan x aelin #fenrys #day 29

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un-beel-ievable · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! Headcanons - The Demon Brothers react to a MC who owns a golden retriever 🐕

Author’s note: I'm home :3 Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost!! If you enjoy my writing, do leave me a like and/or a comment (and follow me to see similar content in the future :D)!

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Lucifer ☕

• When your dog first bounds over to greet Lucifer, it’s difficult to tell if the eldest born is a fan of your four-legged pal or not. The Avatar of Pride scrutinizes the ball of fluff as if he were a judge on a dog show —all the while as your dog vibrates impatiently by the front door with a tennis ball in its mouth. Perhaps it senses the need to be on its best behaviour if it’s to impress Lucifer.

• “A pet is a responsibility, not a novelty. I sincerely hope that you thought long and hard about the obligations of a pet owner before you went ahead with your decision to adopt. That being said, you appear to be doing quite well with your four-legged companion —they’re very well behaved. I have absolutely no qualms with you taking over Cerberus’s care when you return to the House of Lamentation; clearly you’d manage much more elegantly than my brothers. Perhaps Cerberus would enjoy the company of your charming pooch as well…”

• So Lucifer does like your dog. Not an entirely surprising revelation, if you’ve seen how he behaves around Cerberus in private. The strict no-nonsense archdemon turns into the softest dog owner that you’d ever have the pleasure of meeting; he’s all ear scritches and belly rubs. By the end of his visit, your dog is blissfully rolling on the carpet by Lucifer’s feet as the Avatar of Pride informs it over and over again that it is indeed “a good dog”.

• Perhaps you’ll even catch the small —but genuine— smile twitching at the corners of Lucifer’s lips as he does so.

Mammon 💳:

• In hindsight, perhaps giving Mammon a heads up about the presence of your pooch would have been a good idea.

• Despite your numerous attempts to reassure Mammon that the furry ball of enthusiasm barreling towards him is a Good Dog™, the terrified shriek that escapes the Avatar of Greed is shrill and ear-splitting enough to shatter your windows (Metaphorically speaking, of course. Rest assured, no windows were harmed in the writing of this headcanon.). When your dog leaps at him to nudge its head into his hand for scritches™ and headpats™, Mammon’s life flashes before his eyes. The only image that he can bring to mind before he passes out cold on your carpet is Cerberus’s terrifying snarl.

• When Mammon comes to, your dog is sitting on his chest —looking concerned and suitably chastised for accidentally scaring the living daylights out of the demon. (Even though Mammon refuses to come clean about how terrified he was. “The great Mammon? Afraid of a lil’ dog? W-What...What are ya talkin’ about? I wasn’t scared!”) The events that occurred over the last couple of minutes play on a loop in Mammon's mind. It finally dawns on him that your dog isn’t the ferocious beast that his imagination had conjured up, and his cheeks flush scarlet.

• Please give your demon a hug. I think he needs one. Or several.

Leviathan 🎮:

• If Leviathan had a pet ranking system, Henry 1.0 and Henry 2.0 would always claim the highest spots possible —the S-tiered, 5-star gods of the pet world. No golden retriever could ever worm its way to the top and snatch his love for them from under his feet. Sorry. But your dog is pretty cute, he’ll give you that.

• Too cute, maybe. Hey...um...you don’t love your dog more than you love him, right? What? Him, the Avatar of Envy, jealous? No! Of course not! Why would you make such an outrageous assumption? He’s not jealous —an adorable fluff ball of enthusiasm for the outdoors and joy is a way better than an icky otaku, after all. Leviathan doesn’t blame you for choosing your dog over him. Any sane individual would do the same...

• When you finally manage to reassure your demon that your dog is in no way competition for the affection that you hold for him, —he’ll always be your favourite demon, even if you have a dog. Even if you have a hundred dogs. Nothing is going to change that— he begins looking at your pooch in a different light. That’s right —as a potential cosplay partner. There’s this new anime that’s been released recently...Levi was wondering if you had heard of it? It’s titled: My Partner Is The Proud Owner Of A Golden Retriever And I’m An Otaku Who Enjoys The Simple Pleasure Of Collecting Merchandise and Cosplaying. One of the main characters happens to own a golden retriever as well, and if you’re willing to give him your blessing (the irony, I know), perhaps you’d lend him your pooch for an afternoon of cosplay and photography?

Satan 📚:

• Satan is a cultured demon who enjoys the company of four-legged companions, but he’s admittedly a fan of felines...not canines. Still, he prides himself on keeping an open mind towards new experiences, so he agrees to spend an afternoon with you and your dog (Even though he’d much rather be attending the opening day ceremony of the Devildom’s newest cat cafe. The things he does for love.).

• He performs some through research before meeting your dog for the first time; spending afternoon after afternoon in the sanctuary of his room reading about dogs and how to care for them. No number of books could prepare him for the real thing, however. When Satan first comes over to spend the afternoon in your home, he’s stiff and awkward —unsure of what to do with a dog. He ends up spending the first hour on your couch, sipping tea and spouting facts about golden retrievers.

• Show him the rope that your dog enjoys playing tug-of-war with, or the tennis ball that it insists on carrying in its jaws everywhere it goes. It takes a while for Satan to warm up to your pooch, but he’ll gradually learn to love —or at the very least, tolerate— your canine companion, even though he still firmly believes in the superiority of cats. Speaking of which, you’d accompany him on a date to that new cat cafe, right?

Asmodeus 💋:

• Oh! Your golden retriever is absolutely adorable! And gorgeous too —albeit not as beautiful as him, but that’s to be expected. There’s not a single individual in all of the three realms that could match up to his beauty. And your dog has such luscious fur too...dear Diavolo, he’d kill to have a haircare routine that’s as effective on his locks.

• Would you be willing to take a photo of him posing with your pooch? It’s for his Devilgram followers, of course —such beauty must be shared with the world, no? You’re not entirely sure if Asmo’s referring to his beauty, your dog’s beauty, or the shared, collective beauty of him and your dog. It doesn’t particularly matter. The two (three?) of you end up spending the entire afternoon orchestrating an impromptu photoshoot, and then spending the evening editing the photographs from said shoot for Devilgram.

• Generally gets along with your four-legged companion like a house on fire. There’s just one, itsy-bitsy issue.

• Your dog sheds. A ton. No matter how often you brush its fur, or how many boundaries you set about it not being allowed on the furniture, it seems determined to shed every carpet, sofa and bed that you own. Asmo never stops whining about the copious amounts of fur that now decorate every article of clothing he owns, but at least your dog seems happy to be able to leave its mark —on Asmo’s ensembles, of course, but also his heart.

Beelzebub 🍔:

• Corporate has asked you to find the difference between this picture and this picture—

• Asmo gets along well with your dog. Beel gets along with your dog even better. As one of the few only brothers who’s willing to spend any amount of time with Cerberus (granted, most of the time he’s only doing so because he’s been promised free food), Beel has grown into quite the dog lover. Your dog seems thrilled to be in the company of someone who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy its company —your dog is thrilled by the company of anyone who’s willing to give it their time of day, but still— and Beelzebub is thrilled to be in the company of a four-legged companion who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy his company. Beel is happy to spend whole afternoons playing with your dog...interspaced with the occasional snack break, of course.

• Speaking of which, Beel very much struggles with not giving into your golden retriever’s extremely convincing puppy dog eyes. Objectively, he knows that giving your dog human (or demon) food is a terrible idea —the last thing he wants is to be the reason that your dog has to take a trip to the vet. But your dog is so cute! And it’s looking at his food with such an intense longing in its eyes...Beel can relate to that. Surely a little nibble wouldn’t hurt…

• When you find yourself having to tell Beel off, suddenly you find yourself at the receiving end of 2 sets of puppy dog eyes; both Beel and your pupper are very sorry. They swear it’ll never happen again! Please don’t be upset…

• How are you supposed to stay mad at them?

Belphegor 🛏:

• ...listen.

• It’s not that he hates dogs. Honestly! He likes dogs as much as the next demon! But they can be loud and yappy and so incredibly energetic, and your golden retriever is more hyper than most. It always wants to go on walks, or play fetch, or make him throw its favourite tennis ball over and over again but refuse to hand it over so he has to engage in a slobbery game of tug-of-war to steal the ball from it —it’s just too much for the Avatar of Sloth. Just watching your dog zip across the room in a display of its endless amounts of energy is enough to tire Belphie out...is playtime over yet? He just wants to take a nap.

• Makes multiple attempts to talk you into allowing Beel to look after your dog. Just for an afternoon! His twin certainly has the energy to keep your hyperactive pup entertained for the whole day, and since you can be assured that your dog is well taken care of, perhaps the two of you could finally stay inside for once and take a nice, long nap. It’s been too long since he’s gotten to hold you in his arms…

• By the time Beel returns your dog to you, it’s all tuckered out from its day of adventures. As you’re thanking Beel for looking after your dog for the day, you catch him chuckling softly at something over your shoulder —Belphie and your furry friend, dozing off together on the couch. They appear to finally be getting along.

BONUS: I'm still not terribly comfortable with adding the (former) undatables to my writing repertoire, but my partner happens to be very fond of the demon butler...and I happen to be very fond of them. So just this once, just to see how it goes...

Barbatos 🍵:

• Oh? So this is the sweet bundle of fur that he’s heard so much about. It’s a pleasure to meet them at long last. Barbatos has always been fond of dogs, and your dog is quite an endearing creature to say the least...it actually reminds Barbatos of Cerberus when he was a puppy. How time flies.

• Treats your dog as if it were an esteemed guest of the castle. As long as Barbatos is around, you needn’t lift a finger when it comes to the care of your beloved pet. Keeping your dog fed and watered? Barbatos has it covered; the butler seems to have an in built in timer when it comes to feeding your dog —Barbatos serves its meals at exactly 6 in the morning and 6 in the evening. Not a minute early, not a minute late. When taking your dog out on walks, he carries a spare bottle of water for the sole purpose of offering it to your dog if it gets thirsty. Speaking of walks...Barbatos is more than happy to escort your pooch on walks in the event that you’re unavailable to do so yourself. Barbatos generally allows your golden to lead the way on their excursions, and is content with following along behind it to keep it out of trouble for however long it wishes to remain outdoors. If it were to tire itself out, Barbatos takes your dog into his arms and carries it the rest of the way home.

• Your pooch becomes very spoiled very quickly. It’s unclear if you’ve gained a butler...or if your dog has.

#obey me shall we date #obey me game #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date headcanons #headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years ago

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Hello doll, it's Minty! 💚 I saw your requests are open and I simply had to dance into your inbox! I would adore a Bad Batch Western AU fix with Crosshair and the sentence prompt "If that wound doesn't kill you, then I will". I love you friend! 💚💛💚💛💚

Crosshair – Dust and Blood (TBB Western AU)

Summary: Every story need a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the beginning, and it starts with a man who calls himself Crosshair.

From the sentence prompts:

22. “If that wound doesn’t kill you, then I will.”

Word Count: ≈1535 words

CW/ TW: Angst? Idk if you could say it’s angsty - it’s not happy that’s for sure but angsty? Idk anyway; western stuff, wounds/ injuries, (death) threats, pain, scars, blood

Tags: @mintywriteswritings @chaoticvampirejedi @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s (thank you again for the help!) @dusk-dawn-and-stars @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @canwestayinthisdream @wakeupjackthisisntfair @namesmox @badbatch-simp24 @lightning-wolffe @maddieskywalker @for-the-love-of-clones @m-e-w-117 @99squad @equalityforcats

@ladykatakuri @firelordillyria @andiebell2023

Notes: This is so exciting for me you can’t even imagine; thank you Minty for the request! I’m really happy to dive a bit more into the stories of the boys, and Crosshair’s arc is one I’m really happy to explore ^^

Also feel free to check Little One – Highly Suspect (you’ll find out a lot of their songs help me dive into that AU)

Dust.

This is how everything started, and how everything would end. He knew it the moment he jumped down his horse, a grimace of pain twisting his face as the dry coat of blood on his ribs ripped open once again. He tried to take a deep breath but stopped halfway, the pumping in his head becoming too strong to focus on anything else. He almost tripped on his feet, grabbing the beige mane of his companion to keep himself up; which made the horse neigh.

“Sorry, pal.” He barely muttered, unable to do more than loosen up his grip a bit.

Above him, an old sign falling into pieces, and a barely readable inscription on it; bleached by the constant exposure to the sun and the occasional rains.

Marauder Valley.

He walked through the entrance of the abandoned village – if one could call it a village – and wandered next to his horse, looking for shelter and a new shirt. His was tainted with red; dark and dried, smelling like iron and sweat. His wound wasn't bleeding too much anymore, but he could still feel a thin dash dripping against his skin when he was turning around or raising his arm.

It took him a few minutes to find the abandoned saloon, and the sight made him hum in a mixture of disgust and relief. A thick coat of dust was laying on the floor, and most of the bottles and tables were left to be; frozen in the middle of their usual occupations. A deck of cards was spread on one of them, and he came closer to take a better look.

Poker. And it was a good hand. Whoever played it knew what they were doing.

The wooden floor was lightly creaking under his feet as he walked around; and hadn’t it be for the few footsteps he was leaving behind, no one could have guessed he came here. He took a small hallway, leading to a few unsanitary rooms – barely big enough for a bed and a chair for most of them – and looked under the beds for a medical wallet or something he could use to patch himself up. His head was spinning a bit, but the clicking of a gun’s chamber and the cold metal tickling the back of his neck felt more important in the moment.

“If that wound doesn’t kill you, then I will.”

He slowly turned around, hands barely raised to show he intended no harm, and came face to face with a lady; probably in her mid-forties, small and chubby, and visibly determined to fulfil her promise.

“I need a doctor.”

“You won’t find any ‘round here.”

“Then a drink will do.” he shrugged, unimpressed.

“We’re going out and get you a drink then.”

She moved the cannon of her gun toward the main room, letting him open the way. He went in with the hope of getting some rest and medicine, and got back outside empty-handed and under the threat of an armed lady; bathed by the burning sunrays of a hot afternoon, in the middle of nowhere.

Nothing had changed during his little visit in the saloon but his state. He tripped on his feet, unable to focus on the stairs and the figure next to him, and fell on his knees next to his horse. The pain was getting worse; stinging and burning, the sensation of warm blood dripping from his open wound and straining his shirt even more; and the headache, the heat, the shivers-

“Alright, sit down.”

He dropped his weight on his behind, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Stay here. And don’t faint!” the woman warned as she walked away from him, disappearing behind the horse. His head felt too heavy, his veins pumping too hard to let him think straight. He let himself lay back against the dusty wooden floor, closing his eyes under the bright light burning above him.

He woke up when cold water splashed his face, making him jolt and grimace in pain.

“ Told you not to faint.”

“I didn’t.” he groaned, trying to sit again, the coat of blood ripping itself a bit as he did.

“Feel like y’can walk?” she looked down at him with a sort of irritated worry. He nodded, grabbing the guardrail to get up, slowly. “Good. Follow me.”

He stumbled a bit, trying to catch up with the woman. He thought he could handle it; he had gone through a lot to get here, and it couldn’t be worse than what he had left behind.

Or maybe it could be.

The loud thud of a body falling on the ground caught the woman’s attention, and as she turned around, a sigh escaped from between her lips.

“Great… Now I have to get the big guy.”

Waking up was painful, sudden. His ribs were on fire, his eye stinging – though the light was filtering through old curtains – and the remaining of his headache was still blurring his vision. He didn’t noticed the comfort of the mattress right away, neither the voices filling the room he was in.

“Ha, coming back to us. Told ya ‘t would work.” A deep voice commented in a smile.

“And that?” the woman’s voice asked, and he guessed she was pointing at his wounded ribs. He brushed the tips of his fingers against his own torso, realizing he was bare skin and wrapped in a bandage.

“Can’t do miracles. ‘Have to rest for a few days, go easy with manual tasks for a while.”

He let out a groan when he heard the recommendation, and tried to move his arms to push himself up and sit in the bed.

“I wouldn’t do that,” the voice advised in a laugh, “Unless ya want to open that wound ‘gain.”

He blinked a few times, and managed to see who was talking to him; a man, tall and visibly strong, dressed with dirty clothes and a squared shirt – probably a farmer. A scar was covering the side of his bald head and reached his left eye. The man was neither scary nor impressive, and seemed friendly enough.

He abandoned the idea of sitting, letting go of the light pressure he had put on his elbows and falling down against the mattress. His head gently buried itself in the pillow, and he let out a long, tired sigh.

“Who’re you?” he muttered in his breath, turning his head their way to look at them.

“’Name’s Cid,” the woman told him, “and he’s the big guy.”

“You know that’s not my name.” the man chuckled, and his voice filled the room with warmth and amusement as he looked at Cid.

“Don’t know your name, and couldn’t care less about it.” she shrugged.

“And you are?” the big guy asked, shifting his attention back to him.

He had expected the question, and he knew the simple answer would be to give his name. But he couldn’t stand the sound of it anymore, and his spite told him to go for that one instead. After all, it was “made for him”.

“Crosshair.”

“Well then, welcome to Marauder Valley Crosshair.” The man smiled at him.

He didn’t feel like returning the gesture, but nodded nonetheless, out of respect and gratitude for their help. He scanned the room, bringing a hand to his face; a light grimace twisting his mouth as he felt the skin stretching on the side of his body.

His fingers ran against his scar around his eye, trying to sooth the stinging pain. It was still recent, bright red, not quite blending in with his warm skintone.

“Well, ‘gotta leave now,” the big guy smiled, grabbing his hat in hand as he walked toward the door, “but if you need anything, I won’t be far.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cid pushed him out of the room, following his steps, “we know. You,” she pointed to Crosshair, “don’t play stupid, stay in bed.”

And on these words, she dragged the door behind her, slamming it before her heeled steps hit the apparent stairs outside the room. Crosshair stared at the door for a moment, contemplating once again getting up, but he was tired, and the bed was comfortable; and these people didn’t seem to want him any harm.

He didn’t seem to want any harm either, right, “Crosshair”?

He groaned faintly at the thought, and his hand dropped from his face to his chest, barely grabbing the thin blanket above him. He was far from him; from them, and now he just needed to sleep the pain away.

Sleep the pain away. Sleep.

Don’t let them get to you. Because they will get to you.

He will find you, you know he will.

They did this to you. They will do worse.

You know that, don’t you, Crosshair?

He let out a frustrated sigh at the thoughts, and slowly turned his head to look at the window. The sun was shining bright behind the curtains, and he could see the dust floating in the rays of light filtering through. It was peaceful.

For now he was safe, far away in a lost, abandoned town, in the middle of nowhere.

For now.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb western au #mesa writes #yousa request mesa #crosshair #western crosshair #i forgot the tags when I posted it lmao #minty 🤠#hope you'll enjoy it!#sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #sw #tbb crosshair

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ragingpancake · 3 years ago

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Ancients bless you for writing McShep. ♥️ I would LOVE to read something about John finding out Rodney plays piano o.o ... And maybe Rodney finds out John plays guitar O.O ... And m a y b e they start playing together 🥺🥺🥺 Or really anything involving them and their respective instruments; it can go wherever you want. ♥️

A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay on this! Thank you so very much for sending me this prompt! I hope you enjoy it! There are a lot of things he thinks he’d rather be doing at two am. Sleep, for one thing, because it’s been a long few days and while the bed the SGC had offered him at Cheyenne Mountain wasn’t as comfortable as the child sized bed he’d grown used to in Atlantis, it served the purpose well enough. But it’s not just the Pegasus Galaxy that hates them and so here he is, driving down the familiar streets of Fort Carson on his way back to the rundown bar he’d left most of his people at about four hours earlier. He’s annoyed, but he also understands: the memorial service for Carson had been rough, his loss felt more acutely somehow here on Earth than it had been on Atlantis and so despite the fact that the bartender had to call him to round up his group of misfits and herd them back to the base, he won’t be too hard on them. Pulling into the bar parking lot, he parks the borrowed car and climbs out, and even from here, he can hear the noise coming from inside and there are a lot of things he expects to find, but as he pulls the door open and steps inside, this is… one hundred percent not one of those things. “Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine—" Rodney spots him now and from his place at the piano, he falters, hitting the wrong keys in his haste to stand and wave, grinning broadly. “Hey! My buddy John! John! Hey! Come here!” John can tell, even from the doorway, that Rodney is completely wasted. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed, and Evan Lorne behind him isn’t in any better shape. The only one who appears to not be completely obliterated is Ronon, who’s leaning against the bar with an amused look on his face. John nods in his direction and walks over, never pulling his eyes from Rodney as he sinks back down onto the piano bench, resuming his rousingrendition of Piano Man while the left over stragglers in the bar hoot and holler, clearly enjoying the performance. “How long’s it been like this?” He asks Ronon. “Since ‘bout an hour after you left.” “Why didn’t you call me?” John asks and the look he gives the Satedan isn’t the most charitable. Ronon is not phased, merely shrugging one shoulder. “I dunno. Seems like he probably needed it. He’s had a hard time of it.” John can’t argue that. Out of everyone on Atlantis, he thinks Rodney was probably the closest to Carson. For all the ways they bickered and fought, there was a true friendship there, probably one of the most genuine friendships that Rodney’s ever had. Losing Carson was hard. He leans against the bar beside Ronon, arms crossed over his chest as he just watches, letting Rodney finish up and for the first time since the memorial, John really looks at him; he kind of wants to kick his own ass for not seeing it before, the weight of Rodney’s grief and guilt. Shit. “Yeah,” John sighs finally, making his way up to the bar stage before Rodney can be coerced into an encore performance. He supposes Rodney did need this. “Alright, buddy. C’mon. Time to go.” “But, but, but! John—” “Bar’s closing, pal. C’mon.” For a second, John thinks he’s going to have to enlist Ronon’s help in getting Rodney out, but it’s easy enough to manhandle him on his own, leaving Ronon to Lorne. --- The ride back to Cheyenne Mountain is mostly uneventful. Lorne passes out in the back seat, drooling on Ronon’s shoulder, while Rodney rambles incessantly about putting in an official request to bring a piano back to Atlantis, waxing poetic about all of the benefitsof music in regards to mental health. John placates him, promising he’ll make the request for the next Dedalus run and it seems to be good enough for Rodney who gives him a brilliant crooked smile. John hadn’t realized, until this moment, how long it’s actually seen since the last time he saw Rodney smile a real, genuine smile. Even though he knows it won’t last for much longer.

--- By the time they make it back to the mountain, it’s nearing 4am. Once again, Ronon takes Lorne, leaving John with Rodney and it’s easy enough to usher him back to John’s own quarters so he can keep an eye on him. Rodney’s gone quiet now and John imagines that the alcohol is starting to wear off, the feelings that Rodney had been trying so hard to suppress, creeping back in. “This isn’ my room,” Rodney slurs, and John shrugs. “I can take you there if you want. Just figured it’d be easier to keep an eye on you here.” “Oh,” Rodney says and not for the first time that night, John finds himself surprised by the scientist. He’d been gearing up for a fight, truthfully. Instead, Rodney trudges over to the bed and sits down, nearly pitching forward before John grips his shoulder, keeping him from toppling over. “Easy. I got ya.” And something shifts on Rodney’s face then. Here it comes, John thinks. “I should’a had Carson,” he says, voice strangely tight. “Fishing. We were supposed to go fishing. He wouldn’t have been in the city if I hadn’t—” “—Rodney,” John says, voice gentle. “You cannot go down this road, buddy. You know that. What happened to Carson is not your fault. You’re smart enough to know that.” “Maybe,” he says and he lets John guide him back down against the mattress. “But I should have gone. He was, he was a good friend, you know? So are you. Better than I deserve. So much better.” “That’s not true either,” and it’s these moments that the little cracks in Rodney are visible, the self-loathing thickening the air until it’s almost hard to breathe. “You’re a good guy, Rodney. A pain in the ass, sure, but you’re good. That’s why Carson liked you so much. He knew that. Even if you’re always trying to make sure no one actually sees you.” But they do. John does. He always has. “You gotta get some sleep, alright? We’re heading back tomorrow.” “Yeah,” Rodney agrees. “Yeah. ‘m tired. You should, you should sleep too.” “Don’t worry about me, buddy. Just get some sleep, alright? I’ll be here when you wake up.” And that’s all Rodney needs to close his eyes, the alcohol making it easier to drift into much needed sleep, leaving John to his own thoughts. There’s no point in sleeping now, he thinks. They’re due to Gate out in a few hours, so rather than even try, he reaches for the guitar he’d brought back with him, settling back into the chair across from the bed. He plucks the strings slowly, some long forgotten melody filling the quiet of the room as he watches Rodney sleep. They’ve lost a lot of people. Ford. Griffin. Abrams. Gall. Carson. Each of them have left their mark on all of them, carved into their hearts, their minds. John has spent so much time not letting himself feel, but tonight, it hits him all at once and for a moment, he can’t even breathe. They’ve lost. They keep losing and one day, he has no delusions about losing Rodney too, whether out in the field or to someone better than him, someone like Katie Brown. They have a finite amount of time, and it’s never been as clear to him before as it is now. Rodney is going to spend the rest of his life regretting not going on that damn fishing trip; John will regret not ordering Carson to stand down. It adds to the laundry list of all his other regrets, and he doesn’t think he has room for anymore. He knows what he must do. He settles back, strumming again against the strings, eyes never leaving Rodney’s face. Tomorrow, he decides. Tomorrow, when Rodney’s sobered up, when they’re back home on Atlantis, John will tell him. Maybe they can help each other navigate through the hurt, the loss, and for once… for once, they can deal with what they’re feeling together instead of alone. It’s at least worth a try.

#prompt fic #mcshep #pre-mcshep #fandom: sga #stargate atlantis #sga #john sheppard/rodney mckay #john sheppard #rodney mckay

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years ago

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Welcome to Wolfs Rock [Werewolf! America x reader]

Wordcount: 4, 913 Synopsis: It’s only the first day of your trip to Wolfs Rock, and Alfred is already getting on your nerves. You’re both eager to make things work, but the arrival of a handsome third-wheeler jeopardizes the efforts. Mathias Densen, the camp coordinator. Strangely enough, he ends up being a bigger help to your relationship than expected. When Alfred goes missing, he helps you find him. It’s a nightmare on your end, but it’s more of a mystical daydream to Alfred. The reader is referred to as she/her.

It all started on the camping trip in September.

Being not too cold and not too hot, it was meant to be the best month of the year to go and explore the wilderness. Alfred couldn't shut up about a resort inner state. He was always an outdoorsy person, and this place practically knocked his socks off.

Because rather than going old school and pitching up a tent, you were both staying in a picturesque wooden lodge.

He booked a spot overlooking a lake. Surrounding that was a thick forest of pine trees, making for the perfect hiking trail. You haven't even had a chance to admire the scenery yet, having been stuck being the bellboy, towing around his things.

Racing up the stairs to the porch, he spun around and gleamed at you. "Hurry up, already! I'm dying to see the inside of this lodge!" He exclaimed eagerly, turning back to slot the key into the door. "Man, this place already looks better than the pictures."

You hauled up both of your suitcases with a heavy huff. "You know you can go inside first, right? You've always been ahead of me." He shot you a funny look at what you said before taking your hand. The trip had barely started, and you were giving him attitude. Well, pre-attitude. But he wasn't having any of it.

"And you know I'd never go inside without you, babe. Now cheer up, okay? I'm sorry I dragged you around," Alfred sighed, catching a small smile stretch your lips. "That's my girl." The guy had a way with words, so you found yourself forgiving him faster than you wanted. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be mad during the moment, though.

The excitable goof kept running off and leaving you behind. With his things. His fishing gear.

"Ditch me again and I’m taking the car home, Al."

He laughed nervously. "Wouldn’t be the first time."

"That’s how you know I’m serious."

"So I'll chase you down the road. Works eventually," He added, catching a light glare from you. "And we won't be doing that today." He whispered. Taking your cheek in one hand, he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to your mouth. It was slow and heated, as always. When you returned it, which was hard enough already, Alfred couldn’t help noticing how gentle you were being.

And he didn’t do well with gentle.

"It’s like you hate being around me sometimes," He mumbled over your lips. "What is your problem?" Your attitude transferred to him through the kiss, but he had another way of expressing it. He was leaning in for seconds, and you weren't too thrilled.

Before he could even graze his tongue on you, you clamped a hand over his mouth. "My problem is that you can't take me seriously," You murmured. He blinked, taken aback by your as-a-matter-of-factly tone. "So it’s just as much of a you problem." Releasing him at that, you made your way up the stairs with your things.

Alfred usually would've offered to take your stuff up for you, but it didn't look like you wanted the help.

"But whatever. I don't wanna fight with you."

He hung his head, feeling a hard frown work into his features. So much had changed since you first got together with him. You two weren't always going back and forth at each other. Disagreeing over anything and everything. The chemistry changed for the worse, but one thing remained constant.

He was still crazy about you. Whether you felt the same was a question that needed answering. Once Alfred got his things upstairs, he sat on the bed and watched you change. With his legs sprawled and hands behind his back, he kept a lazy, dazed stare on your form as you took your shirt off. This was the best part. Until he got caught, that is.

Spinning to him with your face flushed red, you tore him a new one. "What're you doing here? Get out!" His eyes widened as a prominent blush took over. Looks like he just made a huge mistake. So he stood up, moved away, and backed up slowly. "Are you dense? Go!" You gave him a strong shove back. He stopped abruptly by the stairs to keep his footing.

"Aye, ooh—" He threw his hands up defensively. "I’m sorry! I just thought you’d be okay with it."

"No, you peeping Tom! If you had your glasses on, you’d be at the bottom of the stairs by now." You finished, walking to the other side of the room.

Alfred covered his eyes. "So, do I go downstairs?"

He couldn’t understand why you were so mad, so maybe he was dense. It went without saying that he’d seen you in less, and none of those times ended with him getting pushed down the stairs.

"Just turn around. I need your help with sunscreen."

The two of you hiked around the mountains for the rest of the day. You only managed a few bad photos of chipmunks, but that didn’t matter when you took great ones with Alfred. He certainly talked enough to be one. By the time you returned to camp for dinner, you'd forgotten what you were so annoyed at him for. Maybe him getting hurt had something to do with it.

"Only kids trip over their own feet," You laughed, pushing him to the side to get him staggering all over again. "Some track star you are."

Alfred shot you a heated glare. "I'm not a kid. I just couldn't see the weird shrubs an' stuff!" He kicked at a stray pebble on the path, but missed it completely. "If you had eyesight as bad as me, you'd get it."

"Nobody could have eyesight as bad as you."

That comment alone got him chasing you around in circles. "Big deal, I got my glasses!" Being starved half to death and tired out of your mind, you let him catch you with ease. While he panted over your face, he pressed breathy kisses all over it. "My foot's getting worse and it's all your fault."

"Stop!" But he kept going, and you never pulled away. Instead, you returned the affection and wrapped your arms around his neck. While your lips met again and again, the only thing you could think about was this—it felt good to be on the same page as him again.

Getting him to sit down had never been so difficult. So you promised you'd get him a little bit of everything, and that did the trick. While you ran off in the cafeteria, you had your head turned to the guy, watching him beam at you with two thumbs up. What an idiot, you thought, but you weren't so much better yourself when you ran right into someone.

The collision was hard, almost as if you ran into a pole. When you glanced up at them, it became clear why—he was huge. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going," You apologized. Your uneasiness, however, melted away when you heard him laugh. When he fell quiet, his energy never left his toothy grin. Something about him reminded you of Alfred.

Blonde, blue eyes, and oozing with charisma. But rather than having his bangs swept to one side, his hair stuck up in all sorts of directions.

He hadn't even opened his mouth yet, and you could tell his personality was just as big as he was. "Don't worry about it! Didn't feel a thing," He piped, turning to the side to hand you a tray. "Here you go. Oh, and don't get the coleslaw. It tastes like soggy newspaper shavings."

"Thank y—" Before you could manage another word, the stranger pulled out a plate from nowhere and plopped a few potatoes on it. "—ou." He set the plate on your tray and gleamed at you.

"Try this. It’s the best thing in the cafeteria. I'd know cuz' I made it myself."

"Wow, um—" Your gaze traveled down to his dress shirt, and over his breast pocket was a name tag. That explained a lot. "—thanks, Mathias," He gave his name tag a playful tap as if to say, that's me. You gave a firm smile as you leaned down to take another tray. "You work here as one of the chefs?"

The man followed you down the aisle. "Eh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. I'm the camp coordinator,"

"And they let you in the kitchen?" Mathias shrugged. "Huh. Sounds like fun." You mused, filling up two cups with ice-cold water.

"That's why I work here," He hummed, extending a hand to point at your trays. If the second one wasn't for you, then—"Is this your way of asking me out?"

Alfred suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through his leg. "Agh. Stupid foot," Kicking it up onto a chair, he pulled up his pant leg and inspected it. His foot was cramping, and the bandages around his leg were loosening by the second. "Dammit. Some camping trip this is." While he tightened up the rings of white, he caught sight of two figures in his peripherals. One of them he recognized to be you, but the other was a complete stranger. "...?"

You were walking in his direction, and so was he.

"Making friends already, are we?" Alfred mused. You took a seat opposite him while the stranger slid a plate his way. He eyed his food for a moment before catching sight of the name tag. "Oh. Never mind," He would’ve left it at that if it weren’t for your newest pal pulling out a chair. "... Uh... Who’s this?" He tried to be friendly, but his face wasn’t having it.

"Just some dude I bumped into," You explained eagerly. Mathias beamed at Alfred, whose brows were raised in an unimpressed look. "Turns out he organizes everything here. And I was kinda hoping he’d help you with your bandages."

"Right," Alfred tensed up. Great, now he felt bad. The Dane leaned forward and set a first aid kit on the table, making the cutlery rattle. "Wait, wait, wait. You don’t have to do that! I’m totally good. See?" He pulled his pant leg up to reveal a sloppy job of patching himself up. "It’s drying up."

Mathias craned his head to the side. "I dunno about that, friend. You don’t wanna get an infection," He rolled his sleeves up and started rummaging through the trauma kit. And damn, was he ripped. "Alcohol is best for stuff like this."

Alfred wrinkled his nose. "Alcohol? But—agh, fuck!"

"Dude," You whispered-shouted, darting your eyes to the table beside. A couple of kids were staring and cackling at the man who just dropped an F-bomb.

"Fudge! Hey, can you chill with the rubbing?"

The act of kindness turned into something else. It used to be just you and him, but Mr. Camp Coordinator here decided he didn’t have a job to work anymore. Alfred even brought that up disguised as a harmless joke, but Mathias was too unassuming. "But I am doing my job! I’m making sure everybody’s having a good time. Trust me, you’ll have a better day with your leg all fixed up," He grinned, giving his back a few hard slaps to make his torso bounce.

"Yeah, okay, haha. Enough about the leg. I can’t even feel anything anymore," Alfred stared at him through his eyebrows. His reaction was more than enough to get you to slow your movements. What was his deal? Whatever it was, you figured that Mathias had overstayed his welcome. So you did what anybody would’ve done. You lied.

"So, Mat..." Mathias lit up while Alfred’s frown deepened. Mat? Really? "... Alfred and I were just gonna wrap up for the night. We were planning to get up early and go... Fishing,"

"Fishing? Awesome! You know, I’ll be around for the first info sesh. I’ll see you there!" The other chimed. While Alfred shot you an angry look, you shrugged in defeat. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, Mathias got out of his chair and appeared behind you. There, he draped an arm over your shoulder. "So, what’s about that date? Yay or nay?"

Immediately after you gave him a no, Alfred pulled you out of the place. Needless to say, neither of you was joining Mathias for fishing in the morning.

"You said I was dense, but that’s what I call dense!" He hissed, pointing at the cafeteria accusingly. He gave his head a frustrated shake as he continued down the path. You followed after, feeling your chest tighten as he walked off without you. After a few suffocating seconds of silence, he marched back and pulled you into a tight hug. Thank God.

"I’m sorry. This is kinda my fault," He screwed his eyes shut while you squeezed him back. You were way past being upset at anybody, being drained in all manners someone could be drained. All you wanted was to curl up under the covers with him and forget what happened tonight. But fate had something else in store for you both.

"I need to cool off. I really want tonight to work," Alfred pulled away, showing you a small, albeit sweet smile that got you weak at the knees. Handing you the keys at that, he gave one final wave before disappearing into the dark in a brisk jog. "I'm gonna take a walk. A quick one. I'll be back before you know it! So, put on a movie or something!"

"Okay! Don't take too long!" You called back. "And watch the leg!" When you stood up straight again, you found yourself smiling in excitement. Aside from what went down earlier in the day, you were hopeful everything would pan out the way you wanted. He would’ve agreed if he heard you say it.

The walk back to your lodge was short. While you made your way back, you'd glance up at the night sky to watch nature's fireworks. The full moon was huge. There was something ethereal about its ghostly white glow, so it was too bad Alfred wasn't here to see it with you. Without warning, your train of thought was interrupted by a wolf’s howl.

"... Oh God." Letting him run off by himself didn't seem so good of an idea anymore. But you trusted him to be smart. So long as he stayed on the main street lit up by street lamps, the chances of him getting eaten were pretty low.

"Oh, cool! A secret trail!" Alfred mused. Diverging off the path he was on, he wandered into a darker area of the camp. It looked like a field they used to pitch up tents in. The edges were lined with tall pines, so he figured not to get any closer to them. "I guess this is where everything stops,"

He pulled out his phone to turn on the flashlight. The second he turned on the beam, he was met with a wolf sitting several yards away on the grass. Turning its head to the source of the light, it bared its fangs and let out a low growl. "Oh, shit—" He breathed, taking a few steps back. He needed to get the hell out of here before he had his face ripped off.

The animal began to rise, never tearing its reflective yellow eyes off the man before him. That was when Alfred entered panic mode.

While sweat ran down his temple like bullets, he stumbled out a few words. "Uh... Nice doggy?" The creature managed to stand, but not on all fours. Instead, it stood on two legs like a humanoid.

"Wait. What?"

It lunged forward and pounced on him, head-first.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up..." After several failed attempts at calling Alfred, you were really starting to freak out about the idea of finding his dead body somewhere in the woods. When he said he’d make it quick, you never thought it meant over an hour! That warranted an explanation over the phone, but he couldn’t do you the least of giving you that. So what did you do? You called for help.

"Yello? This is the camp coordinator of Wolfs Rock Camp. What may I assist you with that you need assisting with tonigh—"

"Mathias! Hey! Is this Mathias?" You spoke frantically, hearing a thoughtful hum from the other side.

"Yep, this is me. What can I help you with? Could you tell me your cabin number?"

"Alfred’s missing."

Two strong torch beams scanned around a spot on the wide asphalt road. Even after an hour of relentless searching, neither of you found any sign of him. You even returned to your lodge a few times, hoping to see him outside the door, waiting for you. But he never showed. Exhausted and worried sick, you collapsed onto a bench and hung your head.

Your companion took a seat next to you. "Here," Mathias held out a water bottle under your line of vision. "Clears up the mind. He’s gonna be okay, don’t worry."

Taking it with little hesitation, you downed a couple of generous gulps. "Thanks," You breathed, casting a wary gaze his way. "I don’t know, Mat. We disagree on a lot of things, but I think we’d both know that a few hours is way too long for a walk."

He shook his head with a sigh, then stared out into the distance. The street lamps were going out, one by one, indicating that it was well past ten. Once the last one went out, the whole campsite was plunged into darkness. To say it was eerie was an understatement. "This campsite has been around for longer than I have, and we’ve never had any missing person cases. Ever." Your frown deepened.

He rolled his head to you and showed an apologetic look. "I have to say that you guys are pretty unlucky."

"Very." You scoffed, returning the gesture with a tired smile of your own. "It doesn’t make sense how bad things can get. We’re either at each other’s throats, or something else messes things up for us. It’s almost as if... We’re not meant to be." Your expression saddened, capturing the strong ache in your chest.

Admitting a piece of reality never hurt more.

Mathias reflected that by making another compassionate face. "Hey, chin up. You guys are still together in the end, so I think that’s pretty amazing." He patted your shoulder encouragingly. "Count the lovers’ quarrels an’ stuff as a test. You guys must be crazy for each other to still be good, ya know?"

You lit up just a touch. "You really think so?"

"I know so," He stood up and offered a hand for you to take, and you did. "So, what do you say we save this boyfriend of yours? I know a few spots I haven’t checked yet. I have a good feeling he’d be there."

While he led you around, he’d turn around occasionally to check up on you. Are you okay? He’d ask. Wanna stop for a second? Running around with the guy was like riding the wind. Not only was he fast, but he was also strong enough to pull you around until you became weightless. It was one thing you missed about Alfred, and something you really liked about Mathias. "Alright. Let’s check around this area. If he’s not here, then we’ll have to get the police involved."

You nodded eagerly and ran off. "Thanks again for doing this. I couldn’t have asked for a better person for help." This field looked like an odd place to get lost in, but you had to leave no stone unturned.

He lifted a bush. "No worries! Just doing my job."

"And sorry about what happened at dinner. I didn’t mean to cause any misunderstandings." You continued, bending down to look under a deck.

"Nah, I’m way past that. People tell me I can’t read the room." Mathias called back, watching you walk off to another corner of the field. He turned around to keep looking. "But if things don’t work out with Alfred, I’m free on the weekend." You tripped over something on the ground, but it felt more like a someone than a something. He spun back around. "You know, if he turns out dead or someth—"

"Ahh!"

Mathias carried Alfred all the way back to your lodge. While the Dane cleaned and disinfected his wounds for the second time that night, you stuck around and asked how he was feeling. He’d given you the scare of a lifetime, laying on the ground like that. Not that disappearing for a few hours didn’t do it already. "Are you sure you’re okay? I was convinced I tripped over a dead body—" He gave you a floaty smile. "—I mean, you weren’t moving at all! Maybe we should call an ambulance or something."

"It’s fine, (F/N), I promise. I was just... Really tired," He explained, reaching out to nudge your face with his fingers. Alfred made a face as he laid on the couch. "That fight took a lot out of me, so I took a nap on the grass. But now that I’ve woken up, I feel... Better." His brows came together. "A lot better."

"Wait, you fought the wolf?"

"Well, I guess! He was even standing on two feet, so he had to use his arms to get me... It was like boxing a kangaroo, except not a kangaroo."

"Mathias, is it possible to get a concussion without hitting your head?" You turned to the said man, and he responded by inspecting Alfred’s head.

"Well, you technically could if someone shook you really hard," Mathias murmured, leaning over to examine his face this time. "But I doubt that happened. Maybe he had a nightmare,"

You breathed out a soft sigh. "That won’t happen again, at least. I’ll be sleeping with this idiot," Alfred closed his eyes and practically melted into the pillow. His smile was the biggest you’ve ever seen—you couldn’t bite back a small laugh when you caught it. "Okay, thunder thighs. If you’re so comfortable on the couch, I’ll let you sleep down here for the night."

He shot up and grabbed your hand, catching you completely off guard by his speed. "—?"

"No, I’m sleeping with you."

Your cheeks lit up as you averted his steely gaze. Mathias was still here. As if Mathias read your mind, his movements faltered while he worked with the bandages. He had a deep claw mark down his leg, but it was completely covered once he was finished. So as important as he was, he felt like he wasn’t supposed to be here. "..."

"I was just kidding, you dummy. Of course you are," Standing up from the couch at that, you gave him another look of concern. "I was really worried, you know. I’m never letting you run off by yourself ever again," Making your way around to his head, you leaned down and pecked his forehead. If you lingered your lips on him for any longer, you would’ve felt him heat up in a blush. This whole exchange wasn’t exactly private, after all.

"But if Mat says you’re gonna be okay, I’ll have to believe him." You walked off to the kitchen. "I’ll get you guys some water."

"Thanks! I’m parched!" Mathias glanced down at his patient, then shot him a wink. "Your girlfriend’s crazy about you, dude."

Alfred turned redder than a tomato. "What the hell, man? Just because she turned you down—"

"I’m serious! She couldn’t stop talking about you."

"Yeah, cuz’ I disappeared!"

"Trust me, friend. She’s more in love with you than you think." Mathias grinned. "You’ll see."

Alfred slept like a log that night. When he woke up, the first thing he did was go to the bathroom. After moving you carefully off his chest, he leaned over and put on his glasses. Was it just the morning rust, or was this thing super blurry? Seeing through the lenses made his vision worse than without them. "Huh." Setting them down on the bedside table, he decided he didn’t need them for now.

What he saw in the bathroom mirror, however, had him wondering if he needed his glasses after all.

His reflection showed him with a long, thick beard along with a head of messy, overgrown hair. A few seconds later, he let out the loudest scream.

Alfred’s eyes flew open, but he never stopped screaming. "Ahh!" When he quietened down, he quickly came to realize he was in the same spot as he was last night. The strange field where he met the strange wolfman. Was that all a dream? But that was beside the point. Something was on his legs. He assumed the worst as he scrambled up his feet, but he overreacted. Instead of an animal that was with him, it was a person. And it wasn’t just any person.

"(F/N)?!"

You rolled onto your back so you could better see him. "Alfred?!" You spluttered. The body you tripped over ended up being your boyfriend!

"Oh my God, Alfred!"

Jumping up so you could throw yourself on him, you wrapped your arms around his neck for a bone-crushing hug. "I was so worried! What the hell were you doing here? Why were you sleeping in a place like this? Was that why you never answered my calls?" While you examined his face frantically, he blinked furiously in shock. Only now did it hit him that everything in the last ten hours was a dream.

Getting carried back by Mathias, getting treated by Mathias, falling asleep, then waking up to a face full of hair. As he lingered on the fleeting memory, he grew distracted enough to lost his footing. Falling onto his ass with a grunt, he never managed to tell you off for it when you hugged him on his lap.

And there on his lap you remained.

He returned the embrace, making sure to pin your head down with his chin while he was at it. "Did you miss me?" He murmured, pressing a stretched out kiss to your cheek. It was a question easily answered by your tight hold on him.

How could he have ever doubted you?

"Your girlfriend’s crazy about you, dude!"

Whatever all that was about, he was slowly forgetting it already. The weird dream was vivid enough to give him the heebie-jeebies, but for some reason, he was glad he had it. But never mind that. What mattered was now, and having you forever. "I’m sorry I ran off."

You squeezed him desperately. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like forever since you’d seen him. "Nothing’s ever normal about you. You can’t even take a walk without getting a search party for you!"

Mathias jogged up to you both. "Looks like the gang’s all here! Good to have you back, dude."

Alfred let out a few breathy chuckles. Nothing was ever normal about you and him, was it? "Hey, let’s be nice. If you mean that as a compliment, I’ll take it," He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. You were back to kissing him, but the affection translated to something tenfold of what he gave you. It didn’t look like you gave a damn about an audience, so he had to stop you before you got too carried away. "Hey, woah—save some for the bedroom—Ow, ow, ow!"

After giving him a hard pinch on the cheek, you stood up to thank Mathias again. Pulling him in for a hug, he spun you around a few circles before setting you down on your feet. "Maybe next time, eskler." He hummed, giving your head a gentle pat. "If something like this happens again and he doesn’t make it, the date’s still on the table!"

Alfred stood up again. "Could you leave my girlfriend alone?!" He picked up a pebble and threw it right into his head. "I’m not going anywhere anytime soon!"

"Ouch!"

You broke out into a laughing fit when you watched Mathias stumble forward a few steps. When you quietened down, it was just you and Alfred standing in the field. "You really aren’t," You murmured, glancing up at the man with a tender gaze. "But I’m not either." He was already staring, and those love-laden eyes were something you could barely stomach. Because whenever he looked at you like this, you couldn’t resist him. "Let’s go back to the lodge."

Alfred took your hand in his. "You read my mind," He grinned. While the two of you walked off, he noticed that his leg wasn’t hurting anymore. Getting clawed there never happened, but that hiking incident did. It was strange how fast he’d recovered.

"Well, I’ll be damned," He whispered under his breath. The cherry on top was the feeling of you grasping at his arm, a sure-fire sign that you were more than content with him. And the thought got him smiling from ear to ear.

"Maybe we aren’t as unlucky as we thought."

Once the field was empty again, something appeared by one of the pines. A wolf with a beautiful coat of grey fur. It was nothing like the mangy creature Alfred encountered, but there was one feature they shared. When it opened its eyes, a pair of brilliant golden irises were revealed.

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Here's a great photo I found of Alfred: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/00/a9/ec/00a9ec9e3d5952038c89b1c9fda38158.jpgwith

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