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Mesh’la - Rogue, Chapter 18| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader (f)

(I know the gif is Javi, but there aren’t exactly many Mando gifs that would fit this chapter.. I’ve also had this for a while so let me know if its yours and i’ll tag you♥︎)

Summary: After Din’s revelation, walls that have been crumbling for a while, finally break.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, smut, cunnilingus/fingering(f receiving),unprotected sex, p in v sex, flufffffffff finally. Let me know if I forgot anything!

AN: I have nothing to say but… enjoy.

Word count: 7.6k +

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Mando’a Translation: Mesh'la - beautiful

“I love you.”

Those three little words echoed around your mind, bouncing around the walls of your conscious and then travelling down to your heart where they curled up there, settled into the space that had been carved out for Din, long before you met him.

“You…” Your voice broke a little, so you cleared your throat and tried again, talking over the splash of the water that was no doubt going to turn cold any moment. “You love me…?”

Din was breathing heavily, the wet fabric of his clothes pulling over his chest and he nodded. “Yes. I love you.” His voice was still soft, but imploring you to understand him, to listen and stop saying such things about yourself. “I… I’ve loved you for a long time, sweetheart.”

Well.

His words rendered you… sort of speechless for a moment.

He loved you.

Din had loved you for “a long time”.

Just as you had loved him.

You blinked up at him, water rolling down your hair, making beads over your skin as steam floated about the small space. It probably wasn’t doing his helmet any good, but there was no way either of you could leave this moment. “I… I had no idea...”

Din laughed, it wasn’t cruel, it was more a sort of exhausted laugh, yet there was a level of love in it, “I know… You’re the most intelligent person I know, and you could talk your way out of anything... but when it comes to noticing what’s right in front of you…” His voice was a little teasing, “You are a little blind, princess.”

Despite the revelations and the shock – and elation - screaming through you, you did have to pout. “You can’t blame me… How was I supposed to know?”

Din leant against the wall, “Well, I know this…” He tapped his helmet, “Makes things a little difficult but…” He huffed a little, “I didn’t really know it myself at first. It wasn’t until people started to mention it… I realised that everything I’d been feeling...” Din seemed to stumble a little over his words again. “For weeks… I… I’ve just... needed to be close to you. After I sent you to Nevarro, I met Haran for the first time on Tatooine. He told me he knew who you were, that he was coming after you and I only had a week. I was… I felt something I haven’t felt in a long, long time. True fear. And when I got into that cantina… and I saw him sitting there with you…” Din shook his head, looking down. “I wanted to kill him. And then you started shouting at me…” He laughed a little, “You always have such a fire in you when you’re pissed at me… It’s like flying into the sun.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh of your own, “I’d say I’m sorry but…”

He lifted his head, tilting it and you could feel his eyes on you through the visor, “Then I’d know that fall had done more damage than it already has.” The laughter visibly drained from his body, his voice, “I thought I’d lost you… You were…” He seemed to almost choke on the words, “You were dead. In my arms. Your heart wasn’t beating… You were just… gone.” His voice broke and he sucked in a breath. “My whole world stopped.”

The feeling of darkness, of those icy bands wrapping around you and filling your lungs washed over you, and you shuddered. You wouldn’t be forgetting the feeling of having the air crushed from your lungs for a long, long while.

You could only imagine what it was like for Din, having to pull you out. Having to coax your broken body into living again…

“I tried and tried, but… it just wouldn’t work. You were dead.” His voice was stricken, haunted and you had a feeling you might be waking up to Din’s nightmares soon too.

He sucked in a hitched gasp of his own, touching his helmet like he would run his fingers through his hair – his hands were shaking, almost violently and he curled them into a fist.

“All I could think was... how am I supposed to go on? I let you down, in the worst way possible. I let you slip away, I let him take you and hurt you and then you died... without... without seeing my face, without knowing what keeps me up at night, the things I so desperately want to say to you. That threaten to come out every time I see and... and I have to change the subject or leave because I look at you and I just...” He lifted his head again, watching you, his chest heaving, “Lose my mind. Lose everything I know. It all just fills with you. And then I don’t know which way is up or where to go that isn’t by your side. I want to be there, all the time. I want to hear the way you think, I want you to shout at me when I annoy you. I want to watch you play with the kids and get them to do things when they don’t listen to me. I want to see the world through your eyes, see the beauty in every single thing.”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but let these words, this outpouring wash over you and listen to the way he’d been feeling for… months.

“And to know that you would have died without knowing that, without me being able to tell you just how much you mean to me, how much I need you in my life and I want to protect you. How you make me a better man and-” He made a little noise, like he was winded.

“Din.” You limped across to him, cupping the jaw of the helmet, “Din, breathe.” There were tears rolling down your cheeks, your mind reeling at his sweet, meaningful words, but he was going to send himself into some kind of attack in a minute. You slid your hands down to rest on top of his shoulders, feeling the broad strength beneath the fabric.

At your touch, even with the layers, he groaned like he was in pain. “Whenever you touch me… I feel like I’m burning. Like… electricity is searing through me. It makes me feel alive. I… Mandalorian’s don’t really… we don’t really experience touch.” He motioned loosely to his armour, being careful not to bump you – or move you away. “We don’t get to feel the breeze on our hair… or the sun on our skin. We don’t feel a casual touch or a hug or… anything.” He sounded a little hesitant, speaking such words that he would never, ever have previously said aloud before. His tone was a little jagged and stilted, like he was torn between keeping the anonymity of the Mandalorian’s and telling you everything.

“But… When I feel your touch, your skin… It’s like... I’m feeling everything all at once.” He lifted his hand, brushing wet, gloved fingers down your cheek, but the touch still ignited you, “That night I felt your hair... and when you had your nightmare… I thought I was going to die. From how you felt around me, the way you were so… ready… ” Another ragged hitch of breath.

You turned your head into his touch, goosebumps rising over your skin, “So, touch me again.”

Din’s fingers stilled, and you almost heard his heart thud, “I… what?”

You lifted your hand, brushing your fingertips over the edge of his gloves, “Touch me.” You looked up at him, heat coiling in your belly, your very soul, “Din, touch me. Please.” Desire and pleading coloured your voice, your expression. A wildness came over you, and you shed yourself of your torn top, leaving just the thin bandeau around your chest.

Din’s hands curled into fists as you took off your top and he looked at you, your lips parted, your cheeks flushed, desire burning through your eyes and darkening them.

“Close your eyes.” His voice was husky and rough, equally desperate for you.

Without a hesitation, you obeyed, squeezing shut your eyes, barely able to restrain yourself.

You heard the sound of leather on skin, two wet plops on the floor and you expected Din’s touch on your skin but… instead, you heard him pick up your top.

A soft ripping noise was heard over the water, and then you felt the sodden fabric against your closed eyes. He was tying it behind your head, like a blindfold. “Din, what are you…”

“Shhh, cyar'ika.” There were some sounds you couldn’t identify and then…

Then the sound of air hissing – a little bubbly -, and then something hard and metallic being set down on the floor, then the wet plop of his top.

Your heart stopped. Everything stopped.

Something hard.

And metallic.

Oh, Maker and all the stars above.

“Din…” You whispered his name this time, your heart suddenly pounding a frantic beat in your chest, your neck, your wrists. Heat flooded across your body, your skin tightening in anticipation and it was a little harder to breathe.

He’d taken off his helmet.

You heard footsteps, and then Din’s hands cupped your cheeks, big, a little rough and always so warm. “Princess…” He whispered it back, and you had the sense of him coming closer.

The first brush of his lips consumed you.

They were a little chilly, but plush and unimaginably soft. And there was a scratchiness on your lips…

Oh, by the Maker, he had a moustache… That did things to you. Things that resulted in heat and warmth between your legs.

Din moved those lips over your own, like butterfly wings, checking you were okay with this.

Like he wasn’t the one who had just removed his helmet for the first time, properly around you. Like you weren’t standing there with just a piece of torn cloth shielding your eyes. You could easily reach up and swipe it away and see his true face.

But you would never do such a thing.

Never even think of it.

And he knew that, which is why he trusted you so much.

It made your heart ache, in the best way.

But this soft kissing… it wasn’t enough.

You angled your head more into his, his rough hands still cupping your jaw and you kissed him with a little more pressure. Your hands reached up, fingertips brushing his bare shoulders and then you dropped them to his waist instead, and you grasped his hips, letting him know he could let go, that you needed him to let go as well.

Din made a little noise against your lips, and by the way he went still, you just knew it was with restraint. You could feel that tidal wave inside him, cresting and so close to crashing back down.

You wanted it. No… you needed to consume you both.

Needed him to consume you.

You pulled back mere millimetres, just enough to whisper, “Din… Let go…” You brushed your hands along the sodden fabric of his trousers, your thumbs brushing the bare skin of his hips.

That simple touch, that whisper of a caress on such previously untouched skin melted any restraint within him.

With a noise like a moan and growl all in one, he pulled you closer. His mouth came down on yours, kissing you with a sudden fierce intensity that seared through you.

It broke your own walls, and you curled your fingers into his belt, rising up on tiptoe and matching his frantic pace.

Within seconds, his tongue lightly traced your lips, and when you parted for him, he moaned low in the back of his throat, that proper taste of you nearly bringing him to his knees.

The press of his hot tongue against your own was a blessing, a curse, and a damnation all in one.

He tasted like… like cool water on a hot day, like fresh tea in the morning, like the best chocolate cake, all rolled into one and topped with his distinct, smokiness that clung to him.

Din’s arms snaked around your waist, sliding up your back, holding you into his body but it wasn’t close enough, not enough for how long this had been building between the two of you.

That intense heat never failed to take over, whether you were teasing each other, arguing, or doing delicious things like this.

It had been there from that very first moment on Sorgan.

You took the initiative, summoning the strength that had been building again and you pressed against him, pinning him to the wall just behind so you could lean your full body weight into him, so you could feel every inch of his body against yours.

It was heavenly, the feel of his bare skin, so new to you, against your own and the contact made your eyes roll back into your head a little bit.

He was solid, warm, and so familiar beneath your body, that every cell just cried out for more, no matter how close you were.

Din made a choked noise of his own, his entire body shaking with all the contact, a sensation he had never felt for years. It was like stepping into the sunlight for the first time, like sinking into hot water, or being electrocuted.

You felt him shaking against you, felt the ragged drag of his breath and you pulled back from his lips, “Din, if this is too much-“

He shook his head, chasing your kiss, his voice almost tortured, “No, don’t. Don’t stop, please. I… Just don’t stop.” He gasped a little, bringing his mouth back to yours.

You needed him, needed him in body, soul and mind and wanted to burn with him forever.

A torn sound of need escaped against his lips as you fought his tongue for dominance, tracing your tongue over his teeth.

Din groaned, his hands leaving their roaming over your back, just long enough to slide down over your ass and the backs of your thighs. He grasped them, bending his own knees and he picked you up, winding your legs around his waist.

He brushed against your core, and your moans of unison echoed over the pounding of the water. He rocked his hips against yours, the friction pressing against your burning heat, the rub of every hard in of him. He needed you, as much as you needed him and you were prepared to ask him, beg him to take you right here in the ‘fresher, against the wall…

Except, it chose that moment to go absolutely, completely, ice cold.

You squealed, pulling away from Din and ducking your head into his shoulder, trying to hide from the icy spray that was now hitting mostly the back of your head and neck. “Fuck me, that’s cold!”

From somewhere above you, Din burst into a chuckle, “Hang on, princess.’ His voice was low and husky, and only heated you even further, the icy water having no effect in diminishing the fire.

He turned off the taps, and the sudden silence was almost as loud as the water had been.

He gingerly stepped from the wet floor, holding you against his body still and he fumbled with one hand before a towel was swathed around your body. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

I can think of way you can warm me up.

There was a soft snort, and you knew your face had given away that thought, even with the blindfold. You rested your head back against Din’s neck, allowing him to carry you back to your room, just relishing in the feeling of being held by him – in more ways than one.

He made his way expertly through the ship, his feet making wet squelches on the floor that had you giggling.

By the time the doors to your room opened, you were both laughing, cheeks flushed and hearts stumbling over each other.

Din set you down carefully, his hands on your upper arms and the laughter faded away into something much more intense and serious.

You could feel his eyes on you, dragging over your skin like he was taking in every single inch. His breathing was ragged, his touch searing through your skin and warming your very bones. It occurred to you that you knew this man, inside and out. You could tell the change in his mood from his breathing, the tenseness of his body or what his head tilts meant.

You hadn’t seen his face, or any of his skin and yet… you felt like you knew him deeper than that, deeper than just what was on the surface. You could locate him in a dark room, from the sound of his breathing alone.

And he knew you too.

He always had.

His warm, broad hands brushed up your arms, over your shoulders, tracing a path. “Are you okay?” The rough cadence of his voice told you that he was holding back, everything in him that was still threatening to come out. But he was making sure you wanted this, wanted to cross the wall that had been crumbling ever since that night you broke down.

One word from you, and he would haul that wall back up and it would be fine.

Your lips parted at his touch and his voice, desire and a need for him coiling in your belly. You wanted to be close to him, to feel his skin on yours, his touch, map his body blindly and just… Rise to the stars and never fall back down, wrapped in him and everything he had bought to your life. “Yes… I want this… Din, I want you-”

No sooner had you finished talking, Din made a noise low in his throat and then he was on you, his hands sliding up your neck to your jaw, framing it in his hands like you were something precious and rare, and then his warmed lips came down upon yours. They were soft at first, dancing against your own with an almost shyness. And then it changed, his tongue brushing over your lips and then slipping inside your lips when you granted him permission.

His tongue danced with your own, and just the brush of his facial hair and the taste of him could have brought you to your knees. You moaned low, arching your body into him so you were pressed against his tall, broad frame, the bare skin of his belly and the tickle of his happy trail only making you wetter.

As you battled for dominance in the kiss, Din walked you backwards, pulling from your mouth with a tug to your lip and then he was planting kisses along your jaw, trailing them to your ear where he sucked your earlobe gently, earning a breathy moan in return.

He pushed you gently toward the bed, but not before pressing soft kisses down your neck – and then tracing back up the line of your throat with his tongue.

You felt that stroke of his tongue everywhere, the wet heat of it searing a line straight down your spine and you cried out a little, hand flying up to the back of his head to grip his hair by instinct.

And you froze.

You hadn’t asked for permission to touch him – if it was even okay, if he wanted you to. “Din, I – I’m sorry.” Your voice was choked with need, your fingers loosening.

“No!” Din shook his head rapidly, “No, keep it there – I... Touch me. Please.” His voice was hoarse again, his words hot and desperate against your throat.

His repetition of his words from the ‘fresher assured you it was okay, and you wound your fingers back into his hair, curling the locks around your fingers as he mouthed over your skin, dragging his teeth, “Din, I need you...”

The edge of the thin cot hit the backs of your thighs, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, “I know, sweetheart...” He kissed underneath your chin, then the hollow of your throat, “I’ve needed you, for so, so long...” His lips trailed lower, ghosting over your collarbones where he paused for a second, tracing a hot, wet line along them with his tongue again, “I think since the moment you tried to kill me on Sorgan.” The trail of lips moved over your chest, then your left breast, on the fabric of your bandeau, “When you teased me every moment after…” His words resounded with your soft, breathy moan, and he moved to the right, “And on Nevarro…”

He groaned a little, slowly sinking lower and his hands came up to your sides, as he bit gently on the skin of your belly, “Those words that came out of your mouth on Nevarro… You were killing me, you were seeing right into my head and telling me my dreams, like you knew them.” His tongue darted out, tracing a circle around your belly button and a shudder ran through you.

You dropped your hands to his shoulders, needing more grip and balance. And there was more than enough. You knew his shoulders were broad, but fuck, actually holding them was a completely different story.

Stars, you were going to fall apart and all he was doing was kissing you.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do those things, how long I’ve wanted to… but… Most of all, I wanted this. To be able to take my time, and explore,” He kissed underneath your belly button, his facial hair scratching gently on the sensitive skin, “Every…” his hands slid down to grasp the belt loops of your trousers, and the waistband of your underwear, “Single…” He slid them both down over your hips, exposing your bare skin to him, “Inch,” He dropped down to his knees as your trousers reached your ankles, and he helped you out of them, “Of your body first.” He sat back on his knees, his voice sounding hoarse and choked again. “Look at you…”

Through the thin fabric of the blindfold, you could just make out the silhouette of him on his knees in front of you, a faint outline of his broad shoulder, a fuzzy outline of curly hair.

Your knees were trembling in anticipation, in fact your whole body was trembling as he just… admired you.

On his knees, worshiping you for the warrior goddess he believed you were.

His fingertips danced up your calves, your knees, grasping the backs of your thighs and then you felt his nose against your skin, his hair tickle your lower belly and then, finally, the press of his lips on your wet heat, but too soft, too gentle.

A ragged gasp emerged from your throat, and you lifted your hand back to his hair, pushing him closer, “Din.” You didn’t care how pleading your voice was, but you needed more than soft kisses.

A low chuckle rumbled against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and he nudged his nose to them once more before his hands tightened on your thighs.

The first brush of his tongue elicited a cry of relief from your lips, echoing with Din’s appreciative half growl at your taste, at how wet you were for him. He went in after that, dragging his tongue through your folds in broad strokes, like he already couldn’t get enough of you. “Shit, you taste...” he groaned again, burying his face further between your thighs, his tongue probing your entrance before sliding back up between your folds again.

You already couldn’t breathe, the moan getting caught in your chest and resulting in a soft, high whine and you leant into his touch, arching your spine. Letting your head drop back, you could do nothing but feel the hot stroke of his tongue, licking every inch of you.

He tilted his head back just slightly for a better angle, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue and your legs shook again, aching as they held you up and trembling.

“Din, wait-” You reluctantly tugged his head back, then half collapsed back onto the bed, and Din followed you like a magnet. He remained on his knees at the edge of the bed, and hooked one of your legs over those sinful shoulders, allowing him a better angle, a deeper angle to devour you like he was starving.

He pressed his tongue flat against you, before sucking on your clit with an intensity that made the room spin. It was like he was pulling electricity through your veins, making every nerve stand to attention, wait for his command.

You dropped your back onto the bed, both hands fisting into his hair and your hips rocking upwards against his lips. There was an ache within you, you wanted to feel more of him, needed just a little more –

Like always, he read your mind, and mere seconds later, he was sinking two long fingers into you, curling them up exactly as he had that night. Exactly as he knew you liked.

“Fuck, Din-” You keened his name softly, hips moving to match the pace as he pumped his fingers in out, curling them up into that spot that he found so easily.

He heard every noise you made, every reaction of your body and adjusted his pace and pressure in response, tucking away your reactions so he would always remember what you liked the most.

His rhythm wasn’t perfectly balanced, but it altered according to you. He learned fast and made sure that every single action provided the best possible feeling for you.

And stars above did he do a good job.

That electricity and fire was curling tense in your lower belly, singing through every inch of your soul. You were so desperate for him, your body crying out for him so badly that he had taken you to that edge already. “You… Shit, keep going, just like that…”

Din switched pace so fast you didn’t register it at all. One minute, his lips were sucking at your clit, his fingers stroking you – and the next, his tongue was pushing inside you and his fingers were on your bundle of nerves instead, drawing rapid circles and figures of eight that made you fully arch up off the bed.

“Din!” You cried his name, your whole body crying his name actually. It just felt so good, so devastatingly good that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to not want to do this all the time.

Your back arched further, your fingers wound so tightly in his hair as you shamelessly rode your hips to his rhythm, chasing down your high that he was holding you above. You knew you must be hurting his head, but he didn’t seem to mind, if anything, it was spurring him on, knowing that you needed to hold onto something to try and contain the pleasure.

His hands shifted to your hips, not to hold you down, but to pull you in closer, so he could bury his tongue deeper inside you, his own moans and growls of pleasure vibrating through the soft flesh. His stubble and moustache scratched against your sensitive skin, and that in itself was herding your body closer and closer to the edge, dangling you over.

Words were beyond you, the hot press of his tongue inside your walls was something you could never forget, and as he curled his tongue upward, brushed against that spot and pressed his fingers down harder, light exploded across your eyes.

The heat of your pleasure seared through every inch of your body, taking over with a pleasant hum, rendering you almost helpless as his name fell from your lips again and again.

Din didn’t stop, working you through your orgasm with that same pace, until your hips stopped rocking, your fingers relaxed in his hair and you could see again.

“Fucking hell…” You mumbled the words, shivering as Din cleaned you up, soft gentle strokes with a husky chuckle.

He pressed kisses back up your body, allowing you to catch your breath but by the time he reached your lips, and you tasted yourself on his tongue, you were ready, needing him again.

And by the hard line of his trousers, you knew he must be too.

As soon as his lips touched yours, you kissed him with fierce intensity. Your hands roamed down his back, mapping over his scars and bruises, painting an image in your mind of the man you loved, bringing him to life in the darkness.

He groaned into your mouth as you slipped your hands between your bodies, feeling the tenseness of his stomach muscles, layered with a softness that showed his age – which you absolutely adored.

This man wasn’t some young, bumbling fool. He was mature, devoted, and you loved every single inch of him. And he had never been touched like this before.

Sure, he’d had sex – as you found out one slightly drunken night when you were asking each other questions – but you knew that it was just… a release. No touching, no armour off, maybe not even his gloves.

Who knows how long it had been since this man had been touched like this on his bare skin, with love and passion? You could easily guess it was the same amount of time as you – longer.

And… you were the first person.

The first person to feel him.

To lay your hands upon his skin and show him how truly magnificent he was.

Spurred by his gasps of pleasure and surprise, you roamed lower, over the happy trail and began palming him through his trousers and pressing your hand into the hard length of him.

Then, quickly, you slipped your hand inside his trousers, feeling the tickle of short, coarse hair and then you gently grasped him, fingers wrapping around his thick, swollen length.

He moaned roughly against your lips, sucking in a sharp breath and you pumped him a couple times and his hips jerked forward against your touch.

Your mouth watered at the feel of him, and you pressed your thighs together at the thought of him filling you, being buried inside you and coming undone…

You had never been more grateful for stopping in a town a few years ago and shelling out the obscene number of credits for getting a contraceptive implant in your arm.

It was something you didn’t really need to bother with worrying about, but sometimes, the lonely nights got to you – and you didn’t want to have to worry.

And now, you could almost get on your knees and thank the Maker for that stroke of luck, because now you would be able to feel him inside you, every ridge, every vein, every inch of him.

Din only moaned louder as you brushed your thumb over his head, catching the drop or precum there and he rapidly pulled away.

You had no time to worry if you’d stepped over a line, because you heard him working at his belt, the sound of metal catching like it wouldn’t release.

Din swore under his breath and you realised the fumbling was due to his fingers trembling, in anticipation and the result of what was about to happen.

Heart melting, you sat up, reaching out blindly and finding the belt yourself, “Let me…”

You managed to undo his belt, even with your eyes covered and pop the buttons on his waistband, all the while feeling Din’s belly rise and fall unevenly as he watched you.

It felt like hours, but maybe it was only seconds as you heard Din rid the rest of his clothes and climb back over you, one hand next to your head. His breathing was a staccato rhythm and matched your own as your entire body held tight and coiled like a live wire.

He lined himself up at your entrance, nudging the head of his cock against you and he swore again under his breath as he felt how wet you were for him again, soaked and swollen. “Shit… You... you really want me…” His voice was full of wonder and surprise.

He still couldn’t get over it, that he had this effect on someone. That he made you half mad with need for him and he could make someone, make you feel that way.

You wanted him, wanted whatever he could give you and you were happy with it. Lying there, teeth sunk into your lower lip, cheeks flushed and your body open and yielding to welcome him home.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Din…” Your whisper broke him from his reverie, and then he was pushing into you, his hand curling into a fist in the sheets next to his head as if to hold himself back from going any quicker.

He was thick, and you felt every inch as he slowly sunk into you.

You both moaned in unison as he bottomed out, and he paused for a second so you could adjust to him, a slight sharp sting there but it felt absolutely delightful.

You would feel this tomorrow, feel that you had finally been joined as one, finally broken down those walls.

A few seconds later, sheer delight coursed through you and you slipped your hand up to his wrist, curling your fingers around it, “Move... Maker, please, move-”

Din pulled out slowly, before jolting back into you with a force that felt like your very spine would dissolve into nothingness. He felt so good, so perfect inside you and if you had any doubt that soulmates existed, it was gone now. It was like you were made for each other, slotting into one another souls and lives perfectly.

He started a slow, building rhythm, dropping his head into your neck to suck at the skin, rocking his hips into yours, “You have no idea how good you feel, sweetheart.” His words were a tight whisper into your neck, and you could feel the tense, rigid line of the muscles in his wrists from his clenched fist. He was still holding back, still afraid to hurt you or push you too far.

You tilted your head into his hair, your words clear, if not a little high with need, “Let go. Din, stop holding back – please, you won’t hurt me. You won’t scare me.” Fuck, you needed this just as much as he did. You didn’t want slow and gentle. You didn’t want to keep dancing around each other. It had been too long, and you had wasted far too much time trying to hold back in front of the other.

He was still hesitating, still unsure so you took initiative, hooking one of your legs around his waist and pressing the heel of your foot into his lower back to further emphasise your point. The angle opened you deeper, made him sink a little further in so you clenched around him, tight.

Din choked a little into your neck, his resolve breaking and then he lifted his head, grabbing your knee for grip and then he really began to move.

He snapped his hips faster, every few thrusts slowing down to push all the way into you, to hit that spot he was so acquainted with until you shouted his name, a prayer and a plea in one. “Fuck, sweetheart – you look… so beautiful, so fucking beautiful-” He moaned the words, watching you arch under him, your hips moving in tandem to match his pace thrust for thrust.

He dropped his head back to your chest, kissing and sucking at your breasts and nipples, adding new sparks of pleasure along with the deep fire of him pounding in you.

It wasn’t rough, not at all but it was raw, intense, your bodies syncing and moving with each other in a new dance, saying everything that needed to make up for the past few months.

Time ticked past as you climbed higher and higher together, your moans echoing with Din’s jagged praise, your nails scratching lines down his back as he pushed up even deeper inside you, hitting places you didn’t even know you had.

You lost sense of where you ended and Din began and you felt the threads of your lives tighten around each other, saw the golden threads strengthen with each rock of your bodies, further and further as you both flew up and up, exploding into light and stardust.

Both of you fell apart at the same time, your walls clenching tight around him as he exploded into you, filling you with heat as his hips jerked and stuttered. You both rode each other’s orgasms out, drawing them on and on until you were both utterly spent.

Din pressed open kisses to your neck, his rough growl still echoing in your ear as he mumbled sweet nothings against your sticky skin, his body weight heavy and welcoming into yours, “You are so beautiful. So, so beautiful.” Again, and again, he whispered these endearing things, until he eased out of you, leaving behind an incredible sense of loss.

You lay there blissfully, catching your breath, feeling a delicious ache in your bones that had replaced the dull pain from the week’s ordeals – and drowning.

How surprising such a day ended like this.

Though you didn’t doubt you would be hearing about it later.

Din returned, flicking what sounded like a switch on the way back in.

You heard him kneel next to the bed, and then a warm damp cloth glide over your thighs as he cleaned you both up, before slotting himself against you in the thin bed, facing you this time.

You eased onto your side, curling up against the wall and his body, a sated smile on your lips, “I… That was…” You shook your head a little, unable to stop the huge grin on your lips.

Din laughed softly, a quiet, rough laugh that caressed over your body and settled up in your heart. “Amazing? I never knew you were such a cliché.” He tapped your nose playfully, and you could hear the grin on his lips.

You couldn’t help the slight ache to your heart, the longing of wanting to be able to see how beautiful that grin was, see it light up his face and spark in his eyes. But you would never ask, never even let the thought of asking pop into your head. You appreciated every single thing he gave you, and you were more than content with whatever he was willing to offer.

So, you shoved that thought away, and instead lifted your fingertips to his face.

“Uh, sweetheart, you’re about to poke my eye.”

Indeed, you felt the soft brush of his eyelashes on your fingertips like moths’ wings, and you mumbled a sorry before tracing the line of his eyebrows, up his temples and across the slight wrinkles on his forehead. “I told you to stop frowning.”

Din huffed softly at your teasing, his warm breath tickling your wrist.

You followed a path down his nose, feeling the gentle bump to it that added a new little unique feature to the blurry map in your mind. On your fingers went, over the hair lining his upper lip that you could still feel the ghost of between your thighs. “I like this…” You couldn’t stop the slight cheeky smile, your toes curling a little.

He chuckled again, his lilt to his voice letting you know that his smile had turned wicked, “Oh, I know. I tasted how much you liked it.” A warm lick of heat tickled in your lower back at his voice, and you shook your head adoringly.

Next up, his lips. Those soft, plump lips that should be made sinful. You ran the pads of your fingertips over them, then yelped softly as Din suddenly bit them, lightly and playfully. “Hey!”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He didn’t sound sorry though, he still sounded like he was smiling, and you realised it was... the happiest you’d ever heard him.

You were about to say as much, when you heard him move and then suddenly, the blindfold was tugged off your head, disorientating you with the unexpectedness of it.

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut rapidly, “Din! You haven’t-“

“Relax, cyar'ika. Open your eyes…”

“But-”

“Open them, princess… Trust me.”

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes the faintest slit, and you were met with… Darkness?

Opening them further, you realised why.

Din had turned the lights off on his way back in from getting the cloth. That’s what that sound was.

The entire room was swathed in darkness, only the faint glow of the control panel over his shoulder. It provided the barest silhouette of light, allowing you to see the slight outline of those ridiculous shoulders, and just about the edge of his ear.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you keeping that blindfold on… I… I know this isn’t… me… but… That way… You’re not kept out entirely. I could never keep you out...” His voice was a little rough, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart. This was the barest he’d ever been before you, the most exposed.

The amount of trust he was bestowing in you was almost heady. All it would take is one tiny malfunction in the ship, for the lights to come back on and then you’d see him.

You swallowed, your own heart pounding and you gazed in the general direction of his face, seeing him but... seeing none of his features at the same time. But still, to know he was right there, to feel his breath on your skin and see the tinies outline of him… it shattered you nearly.

“Thank you… I… Thank you. This… all of this... I can never thank you enough, Din. For everything you’ve ever done for me. For throwing away the bounty puck, for keeping me safe, for rescuing me… You’ve kept me alive far more than you know. You saw something in me and chose not to give up. And that’s more than a lot of people have every done for me, ever. When I’m with you… I feel safe. To be myself and… I feel like I could conquer anything, as long as you were there.”

You felt his hand snake to your waist, tracing slow, soothing circles on your skin.

“There’s so much I have to thank you for, so, so much I want to say to you. I’m… not always good with words… And it’ll take me time to… to open up fully but…” You shook your head slightly, all of the words tumbling over in your head, and you didn’t know where to start or if you would ever end. So, you settled for the four words that would be just enough for now. “I love you, Din.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you finally said those sweet words aloud, “I’ve loved you since I saw you in that alleyway, pretending you didn’t know me to keep me safe.”

Din’s breathing stuttered, catching over itself as he caught his breath. You felt him shudder a little as you mumbled the words, he had so longed to hear. He leant in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, tender kiss that was so blissfully warm, so loving that it almost hurt. “You don’t ever need to explain yourself to me or feel like you need to tell me things. We’ll… we’ll work on it together, okay?”

Work on revealing yourselves to each other, bit by bit.

You smiled, breathlessly and teary against his lips, “Okay…”

It might have been hours later, but you were wrapped up in Din’s arms, your legs tangled, his arm over your waist and the other under your head – the bed was still extremely small.

You’d both drifted off to sleep now and then, in between the gentle kissing, the random conversations about Grogu and Duru’s mishaps or whether the best flavour of macarons was blue or pink.

But you were awake now, something floating around your head that was still there form a few days ago. Din was relaxed in front of you, his breathing even and deep, tickling your skin.

He had given up so much of himself to you already, even more so tonight allowing you to touch him, to see him in a way. And you loved him with every single fibre of your being, and... knew that he felt the same.

And… it was time.

You wanted to.

You wanted this.

Despite that, you still had a nervous writhing in your stomach, and it was a good fifteen minutes before you plucked up enough courage to speak, “Din? Are… you awake?”

His previously still fingers traced up the tattoo on your spine, “Mmm…” His voice was a rough hum, but you knew he was awake.

No more secrets. Starting now.

“I… I want to tell you something. About me… My past.” You bit your lip, fiddling with your necklace.

You heard Din nod against the pillow slightly, “Okay… Anything.”

Swallowing, you closed your eyes, like it might give you strength. “I want to tell you… why I have a bounty on my head. And why it’s so high.” Your words were a near whisper.

Din went very still around you, so quiet you might have thought he had gone back to sleep. Just before dread began to curl in your belly, the low rumble of his voice broke the silence. “I… I know what you’re going to tell me. And… I know.

At that, your eyes flew open, shock filtering though you, “What?

Maybe he misunderstood what you meant, or had heard another rumour…

Like always, he could read your mind, what you were thinking even in the darkness. “Sweetheart, I know.”

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gryffindors-weasley · 4 years ago

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Walk With Me

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: When you have a bad day, Ron will always be there.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: bad day, stress, mentions of food, mentions of injury, crying, comfort, fluff

A sigh of relief left your lips the moment you saw your wonderful little home for the first time since that morning, and you fought the urge to give in to your tears at the mere sight of it. The little cobblestone path leading to the front door almost seemed like too much distance. The day was over; the miserable, no good day had finally come to a close and you’d hoped that the next would be better. You were frustrated, you were upset—you just wanted Ron.

You walked through the gate and up the path, dragging your feet as you neared the burgundy front door. When you twist the knob and push it open, just the sight of his coat hanging on the hook just inside was enough to make you want to cry. He was home, he was there, and you wanted nothing more than to see him.

The rushed footsteps were an indication that he heard your arrival, and it wasn’t long before he appeared around the corner.

“Hey,” he smiled, a soft laugh in his tone as he enveloped you in a quick embrace, his lips pressing to your cheek, then to your lips in your first kiss of the day.

You all but melted into his touch, barely able to suppress the flurry of emotions pressing down upon you. At your lack of response to his greeting he took a step back, his smile quickly fading to concern.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, brows furrowed a fraction as he watches your expression attentively.

You take a deep breath, trying your hardest to stave off the tears pressing incessantly behind your eyes just at the mere caring held in his question. That, paired with the way his hands had given yours a gentle and reassuring squeeze, that was proving to be a challenge. You simply give him a nod that was borderline unconvincing, an action soon completely ridiculous once you see the look on his face. The corner of his mouth had been quirked up in a half-smile, one of wordless comfort and one that showed he hadn’t really believed you but told you he’d be there regardless.

Everything was not alright, the day had been absolutely awful from the very start. You were dangerously close to being late for work that morning, so much that it slipped your mind to kiss Ron before you left in a hurried panic to get there on time. It was an unspoken tradition, one you don’t believe you’d ever forgotten until that day and you didn’t like that you’d broken it. You were almost tempted to go back, but you knew you couldn’t. That moment set the tone of your soured mood, a mood that reflected heavily upon the rest of your day no matter how hard you had tried to improve it.

A new shipment of books came into the bookshop, ready to be shelved for sale. They were pristine, all until you had clumsily tipped your coffee onto half of them, turning their crisp, smooth pages into warped and stained messes of ink amongst their pages of romance and mystery. If you hadn’t overslept, you could’ve had your coffee at home and avoided this altogether. Needless to say, your cheeks were far past a crimson shade as you scrambled to clean up your mess, the tears welling and your lip wobbling as you placed a new order. No one had been mad at you, it was an honest mistake, but you were mad at yourself.

After that, you had spilled your lunch on your lap in your distracted and distraught daze, the front of your jeans having been soaked with the soup Ron had so graciously made for you the day before. You felt so awful that you nearly forgot the spell to clean it up before you had to to go out and pick up lunch at the cafe just down the street. The tears had once again made their appearance.

A flurry of misfortune came after that, whether it may have been the dozen paper cuts you had gotten while sorting through the books that hadn’t been destroyed by you. Or the fact that you kept tripping over your own two feet over and over, your cheeks a constant state of a burning cherry red. Or the way the sheer terribleness of your day had you so worked up that even the smallest of things had you on the verge of a bout of tears. So much so you almost couldn’t focus to apparate home.

Needless to say, your day had been an absolute nightmare, and it wasn’t hard to tell that very fact upon seeing you.

You looked up and met his concerned gaze with your watery eyes, your shoulders slumping in obvious defeat and a tired sigh leaving your lips. That is when you shake your head and wrap your arms around him, nestling your head against his shoulder. “Just missed you.”

His arms enveloped you in an instant once more as he hummed in acknowledgment, chin resting atop your head as his brows furrowed, the fragileness of your voice having him frowning to himself. He dreaded seeing you so upset and distraught.

“I missed you too,” he murmured softly, unsure of just what else to say in that moment, but he knew that much to be true. He missed you. Even if it was just a day.

He held you for as long as you clung to him, and he’d hold you for a lifetime if that’s what you so desired, a wordless action that you needed far more than you cared to admit. Paired with the kisses occasionally pressed to your forehead, it worked wonders to calm you down from your stresses. His hug was tight, unwavering and near suffocating as he held you close, your nose nestled into the warmth of his sweater as his lingering cologne washed over you. It wasn’t hard to realize that he had been your home more than anything four walls could, for he proved countless times that home does not have to be a place. And you were starting to think the very concept of it being a place ever since you’d met him.

With each passing minute your tears lessened, your sniffling quieted, and your mind felt more at ease. With each passing minute his embrace never faltered, and his quiet comfort never ceased. Ron Weasley wasn’t a man of very many words when it came to comfort, he never knew just what to say but he didn’t need to, his actions spoke far louder than any words could and it was more than good enough.

You loosened your grip and looked up at him, sighing softly. His hand came up to dry your cheeks with the tattered cuff of his sweater, his thumbs brushing carefully under your eyes. You were unsure of just how long you’d been standing there, but he didn’t seem to mind it.

“How are you feeling, love?” He asks, hoping he hadn’t sounded absolutely ridiculous because it’d been obscenely that obvious you weren’t feeling very good. Not with the way your lip still wobbled and your eyes still welled.

“Better,” you whisper with a sniffle.

He nodded in response, gingerly tucking your hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek sweetly, and again for good measure. His hand slid down your arm to hold yours, his lips pressing to your forehead.

“Would you like me to make you some dinner?” He asks, offering you a gentle smile. “There’s some leftovers in the fridge, and I’m quite sure I can’t burn those.”

His laughter brought on your first genuine smile of the day as he scratched the back of his neck, and you squeezed his hand appreciatively as you shook your head. “‘M not hungry right now, love.”

He nods in acceptance, his eyes bouncing around the room before focusing outside. He’d known that even though you may have felt better, that what he could only assume was a disastrous day was still lingering over you. He hadn’t known just how profoundly comforting his mere presence had been, he never quite saw just how meaningful he really was to you. How important he really is. But regardless of not knowing that just a simple hug had been more than enough already, the idea striking his mind was one he couldn’t go without offering.

“Walk with me?” He says softly, pulling further away from his embrace to look at you.

He offered a smile, a knowing one. Because he knew something as simple as that could clear your mind, could tell by the small smile forming on your lips. Ron was very observant, more than you were privy to. He knew all the things that made you smile, all the things that calmed you down no matter the situation, some more so than others. And just as important, he knew what to avoid and what didn’t bring you the happiness he so desperately wanted you to have.

But he knew he’d done something right judging by the way you grinned up at him, by the way your expression lifted and the sparkle in your eyes began to shine once more. His own smile had widened, and you nodded softly up at him.

“I’d like that.”

—

Ron locked the door behind him and stuffed the keys in his jeans before your hand slipped comfortably in his, an instinctive habit by now even though he smiled every time you did so nonetheless. He noticed those little things while they may have been absent-minded to you. He noticed them all, and they made his heart flutter each and every time they happened.

“I brought you one of these,” he said, pulling the granola bar from the pocket of his jacket with a soft laugh and reddening cheeks. “In case you get hungry.”

You pause in front of your gate, leaning on your toes to kiss him. Your heart swelled and fluttered at the thoughtful gesture, your smile unable to be fought. “Thank you, Ron.”

He smiles warmly with a nod as he tucks it back in his coat, pulling the latch on the wooden gate before holding it open for you, laughing when you tug him along. You were seconds from protesting as he released your hand until you realized just what he’d been doing, and he stepped in around you to stand closest to the street. His protective nature was routine by this point, actions that didn’t need second thought. He grabbed your hand once more, completely enveloping it as he gave it a reassuring squeeze and you’re left to smile at your feet.

It was absolutely beautiful out, something you hadn’t really taken the time to notice that day amongst your blunders and misery. The sun was just beginning to dip in the sky, painting anything and everything it could shine on in a brilliant shade of orange. As for the clouds, they were varying hues of pinks and oranges, the very top being a deepening blue. It was chilly, though not enough to be bothersome but enough to require a jacket and you were sure it’d only drop the later the evening got. The birds were still chirping, singing happily in the trees just beyond your cozy neighborhood.

Not to mention, the flowers dotting around everyone’s homes had been beginning to flourish in the gradually nicer weather, adding a myriad of colors to your view. You couldn’t ask for a better place to reside in with the love of your life; it was more than perfect, it was blissful.

“How was quidditch?” You ask after a little while of walking, breaking the comfortable silence. You look up at him, his gaze fixed on his feet as a laugh leaves his lips.

“Quite eventful for practice, actually,” he starts, a playful smile gracing his lips when he looks at you, “you know, McLaggen still believes he’s the best player even after all these years. Can you believe that, sunshine? It’s rubbish.”

You giggle to yourself at his grumbling as you look ahead, missing the way he smiled at you as your joined hands swung joyfully between you both. “Don’t think I missed the scrape on your arm, Ronald. Because I most certainly did see it.”

“There is not!” He argues with a scoff, brows furrowing in faux offense

“Is too!”

You reach across to tug up his sleeve and he pulls your clasped hands away, guarding his sleeve with a boisterous laugh as you gasp. But you laugh as you leave him be, his giggling far too distracting for you to tease him any longer. Though you will be scolding him, that much was certain.

“You’ve got to be more careful, Ron. I’m serious,” you say with a soft sigh. He looks at you, his laughter still lingering softly and no matter how serious you may have been, you couldn’t fight your smile.

“I will, love, I promise.”

You squint up at him playfully, pursing your lips and he only shook his head with a chuckle, his hair blowing back out of his eyes.

“I will be healing that when we get home, just so you know.”

He hums in agreement to your insistent words, “whatever you say, darling.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “How was work?”

You snort at that, recalling the train wreck of a day quite perfectly.

“Well, I spilled my lunch in my lap, and I spilled my coffee all over the new books,” you sigh, though the thought hadn’t brought tears to your eyes this time.

“So that’s what that smell was?” He teased, laughing out as you nudged him with your elbow. “I’m kidding! Maybe just a little…”

You narrow your eyes at him and he stifles his laugh, kissing your temple to soothe your playful anger as you kicked a pebble at your foot lightly. “And I forgot our morning kiss.”

“I noticed, love,” he jests lightheartedly. His laughter quieted when he saw your frown, squeezing your hand to get you to look at him. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you were flustered and overwhelmed. Besides, traditions are always perfect, right?”

You nod with a smile and a quiet laugh, lifting your free hand to rest around his arm, your head resting on his shoulder as you walked. “I suppose you’re right.”

The familiar comfortable silence settles over you for a while after that, the only sound being your footsteps treading over gravel on the sidewalk and the dwindling chirps of the birds. It was peaceful to be able to enjoy each other’s presence without the need to make conversation.

The sky was continuing to darken gradually, more stars peeking out as the streetlamps switched on for the evening. The setting sun peeked through the trees in glowing streams as you passed by the familiar field close to your home, illuminating the wildflowers growing freely within the stretch of grass as the breeze swept through them. You could overlook the urge to sneeze, their beauty was far more important than the inconvenience of seasonal allergies.

It was so utterly peaceful, so wondrous, and you felt the troubles of your day begin to melt off your shoulders. You were no longer angry, no longer irritated by every little thing that chose to bother you. You were no longer on the verge of tears, though a pang of frustration did still hit you when you thought of all the books you’d ruined in your clumsiness. But in that moment it didn’t matter so much, that could be tomorrow’s burden. What mattered in the current moment was the way Ron held your hand, tender with the way he brushed his thumb over the back in a gentle absentminded habit. It was the way his grip grew tighter the more the sun dipped into the horizon, and how he pulled you closer to his side. It was the way he loved you so dearly, so wholly in actions he hadn’t even realized he’d done. He was blissfully unaware of just how wonderful he really was.

It was the small things that mattered most to you; they always have and they always would. The small acts of kindness shared between the two of you, whether it be the note he left in your lunch the day and the one you left in his. Or the awed gazes cast when the other hadn’t been looking. Whether it was the way you said ‘I love you’ everyday no matter what happened. Or the way he always knew just what to do, even if he didn’t know just what to say.

“Do you ever wonder how many stars there are in the sky?” He questions, pulling you out of your thoughts after who knows how long, his walking becoming distracted as he takes a second to look up at the ones beginning to twinkle.

You looked over at him then, your smile soft and beaming as you admired him. The way the remaining traces of sunshine had shone golden in his hair. Or the rosiness in his freckled cheeks and the very tip of his adorably upturned nose, and the tips of his ears that poked out underneath equally rosy hair that was dangerously close to dusting his shoulders as it had in his teens. Even the way his gaze was so intently focused on his surroundings, a quiet gesture of ensuring your safety, he wasn’t focused quite so intently as you thought as he looked to his side and caught you staring. That and your lack of answer to his question.

“What is it?” He asked, a laugh leaving his lips as he looked grinned down at you, his hair blowing in his eyes. He forward once more before he trips over his own feet and makes a fool of himself in front of you because surely he’d never hear the end of it.

“Nothing,” you say, pausing your stride just long enough to lean on your toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “Just love you. And I do wonder how many there are.”

“Oh do you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You lift your gaze from your feet to find him smiling to himself, his cheeks stained a deeper pink. He finds himself risking another glance at you again, unable to stifle his laugh as his free hand settles on your flushed cheek. His lips brush over yours in the softest of kisses, one that would have been longer if it weren’t for your giggles mingling with his own. He peppered your cheeks and neck with kisses just to hear it now, his lopsided grin as wide as ever as he looked at you fondly.

“Ron!” You squeal, “that tickles, you know.”

His teasing grin is evident, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I’m quite sure I know that.”

Your last traces of negativity from the day had gone away completely now as you smiled, and you have to look away before you blush any deeper. You were too wrapped up in the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, in the comfort circling warmly around you and eased your sadness. Too flustered to spare him another glance or else your cheeks just might match his hair.

The quiet laughter huffed through his nose at the effect he had on you was apparent and you shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek to mask it. But it’s true, he never failed to bring you out of a bad day. Never failed to make you smile or make you blush ever so madly. He never failed to uncage the wildest of butterflies within you and he never failed to make you feel loved.

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After relishing in a few quiet minutes to enjoy the world around you, one that wasn’t filled with chaos, your home soon came into view once more and the sun was almost completely set. You look to him, a knowing smile shared between you. You pulled him along behind you as you ran ahead, his laughter ringing out as he followed you. He knows it’s just home, but he finds himself certain he’d follow you anywhere. He’d go to the ends of the earth to see you smile, to be with you.

He nearly ran into you when you stopped outside the door, breathless and beaming. You held his hands, his gaze curious as he looked down at you, lovestruck nonetheless. Then you laughed quietly, a soft, gentle laugh and immediately he knew. It was unspoken gratitude for making a bad day good. Even with something as simple as a walk hand in hand. Even with something as simple as a hug. He knew what you meant.

You lean on your toes and kiss him, soft and fleeting.

“I love you, you know. Very much,” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours softly. “On your good days and bad.”

You hum and kiss him again, parting to nudge his nose with yours. “I love you. On your good days and bad.”

After a few more moments of a blissful moment you tug him inside before the cold nips at you any longer, desperate to remain in his arms for the entirety of the night. The day might have been utterly miserable, but no matter what, Ron will always be there.

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years ago

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I love the song 1950 by King Princess, I don't have any idea how or what, but do you think you could write something related to it?

Will you write about the first time of robbe and sander without protection?

This is some not-too-graphic smut - and if you want to, please read it while listening to the song

It wasn’t planned. Robbe and Sander wanted it to happen naturally. But it was clearly in the back of their minds constantly even though they never talked about it again since that first time.

If you think about it, and Robbe has done a lot of thinking since that day, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a detail in the great scheme of things, not much will change, he thinks. And yet, he can’t stop wondering how it’s going to feel, how different it’ll be for both of them. Sander has some experience and it stings in the deepest part of Robbe’s chest but his experience is not with Robbe and he would like to think him being the other person will make Sander just as nervous as he is, no experience and all. It will feel more meaningful, better, hopefully.

“This place feels like a sauna.” Robbe’s brain registers Jens’ complaints, accidentally bumping into him while he takes his jacket off, throwing it at Aaron for him to leave next to him on the couch.

Robbe checks the time on his watch, almost midnight. Sander should be here any minute now.

He was with his friends at some other party, celebrating someone’s birthday. Any other time Robbe would make the effort to remember the conversation they had about it to discover whose birthday is, just not tonight. He can’t think straight tonight.

The universe seems to be moving in their favor again. Sander’s parents are both out of town for the whole weekend on some business trips, and Sander asked if Robbe wanted to stay at his place while they’re gone. Nothing odd about none of that: Robbe usually stays with Sander anyway, at his place or Robbe’s, especially during the weekends and his parents are very busy, work-driven people so they travel a lot.

Robbe shakes his head, trying to stop himself from thinking, drinking his beer before it gets weirdly soggy in a way and too warm to be enjoyable to drink.

It’s just sex. They have done that a lot, in so many different scenarios, places, times of the day.

“Look who’s finally here!” Moyo says over the dubstep music, clapping his hand to the beat of the song over his head, and Robbe doesn’t need to look over his shoulder to know but he does it anyway.

Sander is finally here. He’s saying hello to the girls a few meters from them, his smile still being the most beautiful and honest smile Robbe has ever seen, grabbing something to drink, and he introduces all his friends to them, both groups very excited to shake hands, analyzing each one with no shame.

His boyfriend leaves them back a little while they’re all still talking, walking up to Robbe that’s also sitting on the couch now, putting his head back, seeing Sander upside down.

“Hi...”

“Hello, you...” Robbe smiles wider with how soft his boyfriend’s voice goes when he’s talking to him, his eyes can’t focus on anything else except Sander’s lips meeting his for a quick kiss, his hand around Robbe’s neck in a way that shouldn’t affect him as much but there’s something about the way he’s very gently squeezing his neck.

And Robbe knows it has no meaning behind it, Sander is just trying to keep Robbe looking up so they can properly welcome each other with a kiss. Nobody is thinking that deeply about his hand softly around Robbe’s neck, probably feeling how fast his heart is beating. It’s just that Robbe is really on edge, thinking too deeply about everything.

Sander walks away way too soon to say hello to everyone else, shaking hands and giving each boy a half hug, half handshake. Aaron could very well get up to give them some extra room but he doesn’t really notice it so Sander makes room on the other side of Robbe, sitting with his arm already behind Robbe’s neck, talking about his night, and Robbe is just staring, trying to keep himself from staring with his mouth open, mesmerized and in so much need for more kisses and definitely more touch.

The night feels warmer than when Robbe got to that party, and it’s so much later. They’re as deep in the night and as far from the morning as they can possibly be and Robbe still feels a tiny bit too warm inside his clothes.

Robbe leans against Sander, the countless beers he drank tonight mostly out of his brain already, leaving him just a little bit sleepy and looser, looking at his hand up and against his chest, his fingers intertwined with Sander’s, their hands playing with each other a little, opening sometimes or holding each other’s hands tightly.

“For once I don’t have to worry if there are condoms waiting for us at home.” Sander makes a joke, smiling and Robbe feels every hair in his body stick up. That’s the first real comment they made about their unplanned plans for the rest of their night. And it doesn’t feel heavy or full of expectations. More like a conversation they’ve been quietly having for weeks in the shared spaces that connects their brains for being soulmates.

“Me neither...It feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Sander’s lips touch his hair when he whispers with a hint of a smile on his voice.

Robbe nods his head, not able to use his words for a second, swallowing hard to see if it helps, “Yeah, it feels more natural, I don’t know...”

They go back to quietly talking inside their brains until they’re home, Sander fumbling to find his keys, for once not needing to worry about keeping the lights off while they close the door, leaving their shoes and socks at the entrance, moving on to his bedroom on the second floor.

“Come on...” Sander whispers even though they’re alone. It feels like the right tone to use so late at night. He’s holding Robbe’s hand after a minute of settling, taking their jackets off, stretching a little, walking aimlessly around the bedroom, closing the curtains, turning on the lamps on both their nightstands.

They take their time taking their clothes off, leaving just their underwear on while they brush their teeth looking at the big mirror over the bathroom sink. Sander moves on first, standing on one foot while taking his underwear off, throwing it on the dirty clothes sack, turning the shower on, putting his hand under the water to check the temperature before standing underneath it, looking at Robbe with a soft smile on his lips.

Nothing really happens in the shower. They just take a very long shower, making sure to be completely clean throughout and that’s enough to make Robbe lose a little bit of the strength in his legs, very aware of how it makes Sander look up at him, a little smug smile right at the right corner of his mouth.

Robbe really shouldn’t be that affected by this because Sander is making sure to look and feel as surgical as possible, not hiding how this is just a careful preparation, means to a very long end that hasn’t even started yet. It doesn’t change that is him, touching Robbe under a very hot stream of water, bringing back some of the best memories Robbe has in his brain.

He leans against the wall behind the shower after Sander throws some hot water in it to make it comfortable for him and lets his boyfriend do whatever he feels like he needs to do to get both of them as clean as humanly possible, as relaxed as they can be for what’s to come.

Robbe is sure all of this is unnecessary, that Sander is just doing because it’s fun for him but Robbe lets him because it is good too, he’ll not complain. Ever.

“Sander...” he can’t help but say a few times, trying to check if Sander is still irreducible about making this shower this long. Sander ignores him until he thinks they’re both done with it, finally turning the water off next to Robbe, kissing his cheek.

Robbe doesn’t know how he can put one foot in front of the other and walk but he does it, throwing the towel on his head to dry a little bit of his hair just so it doesn’t instantly soak the sheets, leaving it to fall to the floor when he turns around, finding his boyfriend following him slowly, looking at him with the hungriest eyes Robbe has ever seen.

He’s not ashamed to instantly attach them by their mouths, dirty kissing while stumbling to bed.

“I’m-” Robbe needs to breathe again, his lungs don’t seem to be able to hold much air right now, “ ‘am not going to last....”

Sander smiles against his lips, nodding his head slowly, “Yes, you are because we’re going to take it slow. Even slower when you’re closer so” He licks Robbe’s neck from his clavicle to the back of his ear, “we can enjoy it for longer.”

Robbe whines, arching his back because he knows that’s how it’s going to be and he can’t wait another second. Sander smiles at him and kisses him again, a lot slower this time, telling Robbe all about their love without saying a word.

Sander keeps his promise and Robbe is so glad he does. It lasts forever and Robbe can’t seem to get enough. As soon as they’re done and slightly recovered, Robbe is ready to go again because he needs to feel everything he just felt all over again. Sander smiles tiredly and lets them start again.

It feels like Robbe is in the clouds in some way, his whole body feeling like a feather except where they’re connected, and when Sander’s hands are, holding his waist tightly but not tight enough where it hurts, it’s the perfect grip. His other hand goes up and down slowly every time, holding Robbe’s hands over his head, making him tilt his head up and keep it that way while Sander kisses and licks and bites his neck, playing with his hair while they try to kiss, breathing the same hot, heavy air.

Robbe knows he’s being loud, louder than he ever intends to be but he can’t control it and Sander seems to like it too, moaning with him sometimes, watching him close his eyes and contract every muscle in his body.

It feels like an out of body experience. There’s not enough Sander for him to grab, scratch, feel and Robbe loves him so much.

He arches his back and scratch Sander’s lower abs when he reaches his climax for the thousandth time, at least it feels like it is. He melts down, resting his forehead against Sander’s bony sternum, noticing how out of breath he and Sander are.

A heavy hand flops on the back of his neck and Robbe smiles, needing to just lie here for another minute. He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to let Sander slip out of him. This feels so nice.

“Fuck...” Sander exhales loudly, his chest still moving kind of fast under Robbe’s head.

“You said we were going to take it slow so it could last longer.”

Sander laughs and Robbe finally finds the strength to move his face just enough so they can see each other. Sander’s sweaty hair pointing everywhere, some sticking to his forehead and ears, his cheeks red for once, his lips swollen lips and dark eyes, he looks tired and so sexy.

“Was it good?”

“Do you need to ask?” Sander still has the strength to lift his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips. Robbe shakes his head because he doesn’t but it would be nice to hear, “Best night of my life.”

“It’s not even over yet.” Robbe presses his lips against Sander’s chest in an attempt to kiss it.

They stay like that for a little longer until Sander is able to move them around. He gently takes Robbe off him and helps him lie down under the blankets, wrapping the heavy and warm comforter around him, cleaning what he can with the little strength and will he has before falling next to Robbe, putting his head on his shoulder, both of them falling asleep almost instantly.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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skeeter-110 · 4 years ago

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A Canvas of Past Experiences

By: @skeeter-110 for @littlemissagrafina

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts / Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Summary: Penny loved getting tattoos and piercings. Of course, she only had her ears pierced in high school and a tiny stick-and-poke on her ankle; she wanted to look professional when applying to her dream college, of course. But she quickly learned that everyone was a lot more lenient about that kind of stuff than she thought. Although, of course, not everyone was lenient about it.

This fic is for @littlemissagrafina for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!!

They asked for the prompt: Peter or female Peter (whichever you're more comfortable with) has wanted tattoos and piercings for years and they finally start getting them. They hide them up until college when they get used to not covering up or taking the jewelry out around people and when they come home for break, Tony and the ironfam all have really shocked and surprised reactions. Especially Tony cuz Protective Irondad™

I really hope you enjoy this!!

Link to AO3

Penny had always loved the idea of tattoos and piercings. She loved the idea of someone being able to turn something so meaningful into a beautiful piece of art that you would wear forever.

Of course, when she started getting more into the idea of tattoos and piercings, she was one year away from high school, so the idea of getting a tattoo did not fly too well with her mom and dad. She was, however, allowed to get her ears pierced when she and Pepper went out for a girl's day, and that was good enough; for that moment.

But Penny never lost the love for it all.

Her first tattoo was when she was in high school. If you even really want to call it a tattoo.

She and M.J were having a sleepover together when the idea of doing stick and pokes came up. It was just a silly suggestion that passed, a “what if we got crazy tonight” kind of idea. But, after a while, the idea turned more into a reality, and before the two girls knew it, they were getting all the supplies ready.

It wasn’t anything crazy, just a tiny little star on her ankle. Penny knew she had to be careful with getting tattoos if she wanted to be able to get a professional job - and her parents would probably have a heart attack if they found out - so it stayed hidden underneath her sock. Although, none of that matters; the makeshift tattoo faded away before her junior year anyway.

But, despite wanting them, between wanting to look professional while she was applying for her dream school, and her overprotective father, Penny wasn’t able to get more than her ears pierced twice.

Until she went off to college.

Penny started considering getting another piercing - just to be able to test the limits of her newfound freedom - a few months after getting settled into her new life at college.

When she began asking her roommate who the best piercer in town was, though, her roommate really ran with the idea and the next thing Penny knew, they both were going with a group of friends to get tattoos.

It kind of just snowballed from there.

One tattoo quickly turned into two, and then three, and then four. And then the next thing Penny knew, she was moving onto piercings; getting a stud in her nose, her belly button pierced, even an industrial in her ear.

She didn't really think much of it at the time. Her tattoos were placed so she could show them off, but also hide them at the same time, and she figured that she could enjoy her piercings now and just take them out later when need be.

It was so normal for other students to have piercings and tattoos, though, that Penny felt comfortable enough herself to not even bother hiding hers.

Until it was time for her to go home for the holidays, that is.

Her Dad had told her a couple of weeks ago over the phone that they planned on spending Christmas together at the house in Malibu - something about Morgan begging to make sand mermaids, whatever that meant - so Penny was to meet them at the airport there.

Because MIT was in Massachusetts, Penny arrived at the airport in sweatpants and one of her Dad's old hoodies, so her recent modifications were all basically hidden under clothes and hair; except for the stud in her nose.

In the future, whenever Penny thinks back to this moment, she likes to partially blame all that for what happens later. But, right now, in this current moment of time, all Penny could focus on was not running and throwing herself at her parents; her piercings and tattoos were - and the thought of hiding them - was the last thing on her mind. Especially when she heard a familiar little voice calling for her.

"Penny! Penny, Penny, Penny!" Morgan calls out as she runs down the hall. Penny couldn't help but laugh when she saw her younger sister, instantly getting down on one knee and opening her arms up.

"Hello, M. Oh, I missed you!" Penny coos as Morgan slams into her, quickly wrapping her younger sister up in a tight hug.

"Hey, don't hog all of her attention. Her parents would also like to see her." Tony teases as he and Pepper finally made their way over to the two girls.

"Oh, don't worry old man, there's plenty of me to go around." Penny jokes back, lifting Morgan up in her arms as she stood up. As soon as Penny was upright, Tony pulled her into a hug, both of them breathing each other in. Three months was definitely too long.

"I missed you, Dad," Penny whispers, Tony giving his daughter one last squeeze in return before releasing her. And of course, that was the first time Tony had gotten a really good look at Penny since she went off to college.

"Woah, I know it's been a few months since we've seen each other, but I'm pretty sure you didn't have," Tony pokes the stud sitting in Penny's nose, "this when you left. What, are you joining a biker gang?" Tony questions, making both Penny and Pepper roll their eyes.

"Oh, Tony, leave her alone. It's just a tiny little stud." Pepper tries to placate while pulling Penny in for her own hug.

"I don't care if it's tiny, there's still a hole in our daughter's face where there wasn't a hole before." Tony continues to voice his displeasure.

"I think it's cool! Can I get one?" Morgan chimes in, causing Penny to burst into laughter at her father's reaction; he looked like he was about to have a heart attack at just the mere idea of Morgan also getting her nose pierced.

"How about we discuss getting your ears pierced in a couple of years instead." Pepper offers instead, everyone glad when that was enough to get Morgan off the subject for a while.

The key term there: for a while.

It didn't take too long for them to get the rest of Penny's luggage and to begin heading out to the beach house, but it definitely was long enough for the heat to reach it's high - causing Penny to sweat in her winter clothes - and for dinnertime to begin; causing everyone's stomachs to growl.

"Hey, Penny, do you want to go swimming in the pool with me while Daddy grills dinner?" Morgan excitedly asks, the small girl clearly over the moon to finally have her big sister back home.

"Yes, please. I'm roasting in these clothes." Penny whines, glaring at Tony when he began to laugh at her.

"That's what you get for wearing a hoodie and sweats when you know how hot it gets here." Tony light-heartedly says.

"Yeah, well, it's freezing in Massachusetts right now, you should know that." Penny snarks making Tony fondly chuckle. No doubt memories of when he went to MIT were flooding through his mind.

Almost as soon as they pulled up to the house, Penny was grabbing her luggage and dashing inside so she could change with Morgan right on her heels, both of them leaving their parents behind to get dinner started.

Penny took a bit longer than she usually would have getting dressed, taking her time afterward to put her stuff away and breathe in the familiar sight of her room.

Once she was dressed in a tank-top and shorts with her swimsuit underneath, Penny began making her way out to the patio where the pool was and where her Dad was, inevitably, grilling burgers. And that's where Penny messes up.

"Penny, what is all over your arms and legs?" Morgan calls from where she was sitting on the pool steps, making Penny cringe when she realized all her tattoos were on display.

"Penelope Virginia-" Penny heard her Father begin to grit through his teeth, making her whip around and put her hands up to try and placate him.

"-Dad, don't freak out-"

"-Stark! What the hell is all over your body?" Tony seethes as he walks around the grill and over towards Penny.

"They're just little tattoos; nothing too serious," Penny mumbles, knowing that any argument she gave in that moment wouldn't even be remotely good enough for her Dad.

"'Nothing too serious?'" Tony repeats in shock before spitting in his hand and rubbing it over the one tattoo Penny had over her shoulder.

"Eww, Dad, stop it, that's disgusting," Penny whines, pulling away and shoving Tony's hand off of her.

"Tony, leave her alone for-" Pepper begins to gripe as she walked out with more stuff for dinner, only stopping and gasping when she saw all the ink on Penny's skin. "Penelope, what did you do to yourself?"

"Can we please not make a big deal out of this. They're just tattoos and I promise that they're all in spots where they can easily be hidden and they all have meanings. Like the flowers on my thigh are all our birth flowers; they're not just meaningless little things." Penny tries to defend herself, knowing that it would be better for her if she could at least get her mom on her side.

One pissed-off parent is always better than two pissed-off parents.

"Well, I mean, Tony she is eighteen." Pepper gently slowly concedes.

"No. No, Pep, don't give in. This is bad. Our daughter permanently put ink all over her body." Tony says, already knowing he was going to lose this argument without Pepper on his side.

"And they can be hidden for when she gets a professional job, and they are meaningful. She's living on her own now and can make her own decisions so we can't stop or get mad at this." Pepper continues to soothe.

For a while all Pepper and Tony did was stare at each other, having one of the silent conversations that they've managed to master after so many years of being together.

Eventually Tony huffed before turning back towards Penny.

"I'm not happy about this, you know," Tony informs before pulling Penny into his side for a hug.

"Yeah, I'm aware." Penny chuckles a bit, relaxing into the hug.

"No more, though, young Miss. You're going to run out of skin at this rate." Tony says, trying - and slightly failing - to sound stern as he walked back to the grill.

"No promises," Penny says just to see the look on her Dad's face when she did so. She didn't really have any plans currently for more.

Figuring the excitement for the day was over, Penny was fully ready to just relax in the pool with her younger sister.

Penny jumped into the pool almost as soon as she could, smiling when she heard Morgan laughing at the water splashing her.

Morgan swam over to where Penny was, practically wedging herself in Penny's arms so her older sister had no choice but to hold her.

Once she was settled in Penny's arms, Morgan began to lightly trace one of the tattoos on her shoulder, making Penny smile at how precious the small girl was.

"They're really pretty." Morgan comments. Penny couldn't help but laugh a bit, finding Morgan's intrigue amusing. Although, it wasn't so amusing when Morgan shouted out her next question at their parents.

"Can I get a tattoo next?"

I actually really enjoyed writing this prompt because I also have eight different piercings and seven different tattoos so this one was right up my alley haha I really hope you enjoyed reading this and it was what you were looking for as your gift!

Tag List: @spideyspeaches @lost-lunar-wolf @joyful-soul-collector @hatakehikari @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm

#peter parker #penny parker #tony stark #the friendly neighborhood exchange #fanfiction #irondad

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riversofmars · 4 years ago

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We Don’t Have to Use Words Part 1/2

Back even though no-one asked for it: me writing more Liv and Helen. :D

One thing I'll say, please don't be mad at me over Tania. I love her, I really do and I want her to be happy, but I would prefer Liv to end up with Helen, that's all. And I really hope i handled the issue well enough. Neither Liv nor Helen are intending to hurt her, okay? I hope that comes across.

After Helen spends the day hearing about how their neighbours Ron and Tony got together, she confides in Liv about her gay brother. Things had changed so much since the time she grew up in, but some things were still difficult to say. Particularly when she was only coming to terms with those things herself. As they continue their conversation, both women consider their feelings towards each other.

Rating: G

AO3 Link

Part 1

“Am I still a mystery to you as well, Miss Sinclair?“ Liv followed Helen into the kitchen. They were alone in their flat at 107 Baker Street, the Doctor was still out.

“Very much so.“ Helen chuckled as she filled the kettle with water, relaxing a little as the conversation turned less serious. “You build walls around yourself like a fortress.“ She flicked the kettle on to boil while retrieving two mugs from the cupboard. It had become a ritual of sorts between them. They used to do it on the TARDIS too, unwinding over a cuppa after an adventure. Old habits die hard.

“I’m sorry.“ Liv said and Helen looked around, confused at how serious she sounded. The look on her face revealed the damage the off-hand comment had caused.

“That’s not… I didn’t mean that as a criticism…“ Helen back peddled quickly. Liv had given much more weight to her words than she had intended. It hadn’t been an accusation, just a fact. Liv always kept her cards close to her chest and that was just fine. Helen sat the mugs down quickly. Liv looked genuinely hurt, she was biting her lip, evidently considering her response.

“I’m not keeping you out, you know me better than anyone else.“ Liv said, her words strained as if she was trying to swallow frustration and hurt but couldn’t quite manage it.

“Oh no! That’s not what I meant! I don’t… we are the best of friends, Liv, of course I know you and I don’t feel like you’re keeping me at arms length.“ Helen reached out quickly and took Liv’s hand that had become a clenched fist in her jumper. “You’re just a private person and that’s fine. Like I said some things are just not… easy to talk about.“ She gave her a pleading smile, hoping she would understand that she wasn’t meaning to hurt her. Liv’s hand relaxed in her own and Helen was relieved. The kettle turned itself off as the water had finished boiling and Helen looked around. Saved by the bell! “Maybe you were right, we don’t have to use words, making a cup of tea for someone can say just as much…“

It was the way they did things. Those things were signs of a firm friendship. Doing things for each other. Spending time together. They didn’t always need to talk about deep and meaningful things. They had done their share of that for tonight and Helen was keen to move on from that. Her own words, the things she had revealed, were still echoing in her mind. She looked to Liv who was watching her, her expression unreadable, and she hoped she hadn’t revealed too much. The day had brought a lot of emotions to the surface already and she couldn’t bear to think she had made things more complicated with Liv, too.

Helen busied herself making tea, distracting herself from the heavy silence that had suddenly fallen between them. She felt Liv’s eyes on her and wondered how much of what she had said before was still playing on her mind as well.

“You know what else says a hell of a lot?“ Liv’s voice drew her attention and Helen looked around, surprised to find her standing right behind her.

Liv reached up and took her face in her hands, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. Helen froze up and grabbed on to the edge of the work surface behind her, giving her hands something to do other than pulling Liv Chenka close. Her brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. Liv’s lips were soft and warm against her own, gentle pressure, not demanding but not without desire either. It was even better than she had imagined.

The kiss ended all too soon and Helen just blinked at Liv, perplexed. Liv, for her part, looked up at Helen unsure, seemingly wondering if she had made a terrible mistake. Her lack of response was more telling than anything else.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t…“ Quickly, Liv took a step back, retreating to a safe distance. She clenched her hands to fists again, tense and angry with herself.

“Liv…“ Helen found her voice at last, snapping out of her trance. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt panic rising inside her, her chest tightening, at the prospect of an impossible choice. She had wondered what it would be like to kiss her best friend, there was no denying that. She was brave enough to admit to herself that that was something she had wanted for a long time. Was it right though? For either of them?

“Did I… misread the… what you said earlier, I assumed…“ Liv struggled for words, she blushed deeply, she averted her eyes and grabbed the edge of her jumper more tightly.

“Yes! I mean, no…“ Helen didn’t know what to say. “What…“

“I thought you meant… when you said you were jealous and…“ The words burst out of Liv like a waterfall of justification, but almost an accusation as well: “And when you said some things weren’t easy to say, I thought you meant…“

“I didn’t, I was talking about Albie and… besides you’re with… Tania and…“ Helen exclaimed, avoidance seemed to be the safest option. She stood to lose so much. She couldn't risk it just because she had gotten emotional.

“That’s why I said, love doesn’t run to a schedule, this might be bad timing but…“ Liv’s voice turned more desperate. Had they both completely misunderstood the other? “I like Tania a lot but we’re just starting out and she’s not…“ Liv felt a twinge of guilt, of course she did, but honesty was the best policy, surely. She had started this so she had to follow through.

“What?“ Helen couldn’t keep up. She was confused.

“She’s not you!“ Liv exclaimed. “If I’d known…“

“Well, uh… you’re… wrong. I’m not… I was just…“ Helen was beginning to panic. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be the reason her friend broke off a promising relationship when she, herself, was still struggling to come to terms with them. She had no experience in this. Liv had been right. She had never talked about relationships much because it had never been of much interest to her. She should just carry on like that. It would be easiest for everyone.

“Oh…“ Liv’s face fell, Helen’s words hit like a punch in the gut, leaving her winded and disoriented.

“Sorry.“ Helen’s heart broke over the look on her best friend’s face. Did she really feel for her so strongly that her rejection would hurt her so much? Quickly Helen reached out, grabbed her arm before Liv could bolt as she was sure she was about to. “You’re… my best friend and… you’re brave and kind and intelligent and… beautiful, you…“ Helen so badly wanted to undo the damage her words had done.

“So what’s the problem?“ Liv shot back, angry. It didn’t happen often that she would share her heart with anyone and the rejection stung more than she could have imagined.

“I don’t know I… I didn’t even consider that I might… And then you turn up and you’re all confident and strong and, I’m not like that.“ Helen shook her head, hoping Liv would understand. Maybe she couldn’t find the right words to say it but surely she knew her well enough to grasp her meaning.

“You’re the strongest woman I know.“ Liv retorted and her tone was a strange mixture of accusatory and encouraging.

“Don’t make fun of me.“ Helen huffed and let go of Liv’s hand. She could deal with her being hurt and angry with her but she didn’t appreciate her making fun of her.

“I’m not.“ Liv replied, affronted that she would even think that was her intention.

“You can’t joke about these things with me, Liv. I can’t do that. I never… “ Helen shook her head.

“I am not joking. Is that what you think this is, that I’m trying to see if I can push your buttons?“ Liv demanded to know, frustrated. “I know how hard this is for you, I can tell.“ She shrugged and laughed at how ridiculous a conversation they were having. Fighting over something that shouldn’t be a disagreement at all: “And I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t think you felt the same way. You said as much earlier!“

“I didn’t know what I was saying, it just came out, I was just trying to make sense of everything and…“ Helen didn’t know how to explain. She couldn’t work it out, it was too big, too complicated to comprehend.

“Then let me help you do just that.“ Liv’s expression softened.

Maybe she could see how much she was struggling, Helen thought. Maybe she could forgive her.

Liv took Helen’s arms that she had hugged protectively around herself and pulled them apart. She ran her hands down her arms until they came to rest around Helen’s trembling fingers. She was trembling all over. “You want to know something that’s easy to say?“ Liv asked softly and Helen averted her eyes, she couldn’t stand the pity she found reflected back at her. “I love you.“ Liv said simply and without hesitation. “See, it’s the most fundamental thing between two people, the most human thing… I love you . You can say it as easily as that.“

“Liv…“ Helen couldn’t look at her, her eyes blurred, her voice became choked up. Liv couldn't even have meant it like that. She was just giving an example about how easily one could talk about their feelings. And yet, the effect those words had on her was profound.

“No, Helen, listen, please.“ Liv could tell that she was about to protest but she couldn’t let her. “I know this isn’t easy for you, I understand, but you can’t let the past dictate your future. This is not the 1960s anymore.“ She gave her hands a tight squeeze. She saw the tears gathering in her best friend's eyes.

“That’s not what it’s about.“ Helen tried to clear her throat but it only made her sound more upset.

“Then what?“ Liv asked. She let go of her hands and cupped her face instead, brushing away her tears with her thumbs. “Help me here, Helen, cause I really want to know.“ She whispered.

“It’s just, I can’t 'cause… timing and…“ Helen gave a desperate little chuckle. Why couldn't she have realised this before now? Any time really. It had been there for so long. Maybe even since the day Liv and the Doctor had broken into her office at the National Museum, she just hadn’t realised it at the time. She had thought about her when they had been split up from them, when she had been with the Eleven on Rykerzon and thought she would never see them again. She had noticed how much she liked being with Liv when they had been on Kaldor. She had accepted she couldn’t be without her in Salzburg. She had spent a lifetime to save her and the Doctor and Liv had spent her one wish on saving her in turn. They had sat together reading fairy tales to each other, held each other close… and yet, none of it had been enough to help her understand herself. Not truly, until today.

“Stop being silly.“ Liv interrupted her thoughts, almost as if she could hear them. “I love you, Helen Sinclair.“ She said, looking into her eyes to make sure she'd heard her. “There, I said it. Easiest thing in the world. And I would have told you sooner if I thought I stood a snowball’s chance in hell that you like me back.“ Liv laughed at how ridiculous a notion it seemed. “But you never said, Helen, you never said . You never spoke of any interest at all, interest in anyone, so I assumed that ruled me out as well.“

“And you didn’t think that maybe my past was holding me back?“ Helen said, barely audible.

“Have I or the Doctor ever given you reason to think we wouldn’t accept you, however, whatever you did?“ Liv asked, incredulous.

“No, of course not…“ Helen shook her head a little without looking at her.

“Then what is holding you back?“ Liv asked softly, stroking more stray tears off her pale cheeks.

“Well, you’re… dating now…“ Helen mumbled and Liv sighed, feeling that twinge of guilt again. Helen was right, the timing was terrible. She had been seeing Tania. Lovely, kind Tania. She didn’t want to hurt her. But they were just starting out, they were still getting to know each other whereas Helen… well, she was Helen . The person dearest to her in the whole universe. She loved Helen, simple as that. She had done so for a very long time but never considered the feeling might be mutual. But now that she did, what was she to do? Should they carry on like nothing had happened? Never speak of it again? Would Liv be able to forgive herself if she let it all go? And allowed things to get more serious with Tania? She liked her and perhaps, in time, she would grow to love her, but could she ever love her as much as she already loved Helen?

“Tania is great, she really is. But you wouldn’t believe the amount of times she has asked about our relationship. I'll talk to her tomorrow and she will understand. We only just met. But the fact of the matter is, Helen, that I’m in love with you.“ Liv said slowly, considering her words. At the end of the day, it was as easy as that. She leaned forward and kissed the tears off her cheeks. “I love how kind and considerate you are. Your quiet strength, your intelligence, your determination, your selflessness and your compassion.“ She punctuated every quality with a kiss. “You make me want to be better, be more like you, I admire you.“

“Oh Liv.“ Helen sobbed, her words only causing her to cry more. “Just stop!“ She blushed deeply, embarrassed by her compliments.

“No, I won’t stop. Not until you realise just how much you mean to me. How serious I am. How much I want you.“ Liv smirked a little, sensing she was wearing down her defences at last.

“Oh shut up.“ Helen leaned forward and silenced her the only way she knew how. The kiss was wet and sloppy with tears but she could feel Liv smiling against her lips, relieved and maybe even a little bit smug. Helen pulled back and wrapped her arms around her. She rested her forehead against hers. “I love you, Liv Chenka.“ The words came to her easier than she thought possible.

“Did I also mention how much I love the way my name rolls off your tongue?“ Liv smirked sheepishly and Helen laughed, her tears drying at last.

“Is that so?“ She chuckled.

“Most definitely.“ Liv nodded eagerly, biting her lip nervously, as if she was going to say something but thought better of it.

“What are you thinking?“ Helen eyed her curiously, she knew her well enough to spot her hesitation instantly.

“Oh it’s nothing.“ Liv let go of her and reached past her for the mug on the work surface. “Best have this before it gets cold…“

“Liv!“ Helen exclaimed, playfully offended at her attention wandering. She didn’t appreciate the teasing. “What were you going to say? What were you thinking?“

“You really want to know?“ Liv asked, taking a sip of the tea, eyeing Helen over the rim of the mug. The tea was rather cold and much too strong as Helen had forgotten to take the tea bag out. She sat the mug down disappointedly.

“As it clearly relates to me. Yes!“ Helen playfully crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I was imagining how much I will enjoy hearing you say my name when we’re in bed together.“ Liv answered with a smirk. She had asked. She brought her hands to Helen’s hips, holding her so she couldn’t bolt.

“Liv!“ Helen exclaimed, mortified, blushing scarlet red, though her words made her feel hot all over, not just in her cheeks.

“Thought it might be too soon, but you asked.“ Liv chuckled in amusement. She couldn’t help herself, she pushed her hands up a little, just under the hem of Helen’s blouse.

“Honestly that’s…“ Helen cleared her throat, averting her eyes, refusing to meet Liv’s piercing gaze.

“What?“ Liv tilted her head playfully. She wasn’t usually one for teasing but Helen’s reaction was wonderful and her proximity was intoxicated. “You think I haven’t thought about it?“ Liv hummed, running her fingertips along her waistline.

“Well, I…“ Helen didn’t have words. She couldn’t think.

“Haven’t you?“ Liv asked leaning closer, pressing her body to Helen’s.

“I… I…“ Helen swallowed hard, her heart was pounding and she felt a strange sort of pull in her gut that she couldn’t remember feeling before, at least not like this. She’d had sex before and she had enjoyed it but she had never felt that burning desire that people spoke of. That fiery passion… she was getting so hot under her collar now, she realised that maybe she had been missing out.

And then, Liv kissed her. Not like before. Not tentative and soft and loving, Gods no . This kiss was so very much like Liv herself: Confident, demanding, passionate, strong. And Helen leaned into it. She kissed her back with equal favour or at least tried to. Liv pushed her tongue inside her mouth and Helen moaned, it was intoxicating, she was making her head spin.

Helen pushed her hands into Liv’s hair for something to hold on to and Liv pulled back, just for a moment. She searched her face for clues, to find out how she was feeling. Was she going too fast? Was this too much? Did Helen even want her to kiss her like that ?

“I’m okay.“ Helen could read the questions in her eyes before the med-tech could voice it. She nodded encouragingly, slightly out of breath but eager to keep going. It was liberating. They had danced around each other for so long, she had taken this long to understand what her feelings even meant, she didn't want to wait any longer to delve into them. “Keep going.“

Liv ran her tongue along her lips that had suddenly turned very dry. She had been teasing Helen, that had been her only intention and kissing her like that, that was something else. Was she really suggesting what she thought she was? As previously proven, they had been known to miscommunicate on occasion.

“You… uh… you mean…“

“I uh…“ Helen blushed deeply when she realised the weight of her words. Was this a good idea? It wasn’t like they had just met and were acting irrationally. They had known each other for a lifetime. Perhaps she wasn’t thinking clearly but who could blame her with Liv Chenka standing so close to her. And there was that pull in the pit of her stomach…

“Liv? Helen?“ A voice called out as the door to the flat opened and they both froze.

“Oh God… It’s the Doctor…“ Helen breathed and Liv quickly put a few paces between them, just in time for the Doctor to stick his head around the door. “Ahh there you are. Had a nice day?“

“Yup, all good.“ Liv forced a smile and Helen nodded quickly:

“Yeah. Brilliant.“

“Great. Is there a cuppa for me?“ The Doctor asked, making his way over to them, eyeing the mugs on the work surface.

“You may need to boil the kettle again. Tea's got cold…“ Liv said, awkwardly folding her arms in front of her chest. She glanced at Helen, wondering what she wanted to do and Helen looked back at her helplessly.

“What are you doing drinking cold tea?“ The Doctor, meanwhile, was absolutely oblivious to their silent exchange.

“I’ve suddenly come over really tired, I might have to head off to bed. How about you, Helen?“ Liv said, giving a little nod towards the door.

“I uh… yeah, actually, been quite the day…“ Helen started nodding, catching her intention.

“What? You don’t even want to know what I’ve been up to?“ The Doctor asked, looking around confused as he filled the kettle with water.

“Maybe tomorrow? I don’t think I have the capacity to focus on one of your stories now…“ Liv gave him an apologetic smile. That certainly was no lie… When she looked at Helen, the prospect of what they could be doing right now was clouding her mind.

“You know the funniest thing happened when we were in the past, like someone trying to send an SOS across the time streams…“ The Doctor carried on but neither of them was really listening.

“Fascinating.“ Liv was halfway to the door already and Helen followed quickly.

“Maybe tomorrow.“

“Am I missing something?“ The Doctor called after them but didn’t get a response. He shrugged and turned back to make his tea.

#doctor who #fanfiction #liv chenka #Helen Sinclair #Liv/Helen #Liv Cheka x Helen Sinclair #femslash #fluff #romance #mild angst #Eighth doctor #UNIT dating #Stranded 2 #doom coalition #Ravenous #big finish

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sluttysan · 5 years ago

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How ATEEZ cuddle you

✰Seonghwa:

(can we have black haired seonghwa back pls sjsjjdksj)

For him, cuddling makes him feel more connected with you, not only with your bodies, but your minds as well

So if there was anything on either of your minds, they will be expressed in a cuddle session

And he’s a great listener and sincerely wants to make sure you’re okay always

So if you were acting a certain way earlier on in the day, he will definitely ask you about it when you’re cuddling

He’s just very vulnerable when you cuddle

And will also confide in you, which is something he might not always do on the regular basis

And he’ll be more affectionate with you when he cuddles than when you’re around others

But don't get me wrong, he still cuddles you when you’re together in public, just in smaller quantities

Like he’ll have his arm around you and he’ll pull you closer to him and sometimes snuggles

But that’ll be the full extent of cuddling that he’s willing to do around others

However, when you two are alone, that's a different story

He doesn’t hold back on bit

And he’s way more touchy

He 1000000% loves skinship with you

He’s a very cozy cuddler, no matter the position

He will sometimes switch it up depending on the situation

Prefers to have you resting against his side, with your head on his chest and his chin on your head

But will spoon you if that’s what you wanted

And will sometimes just lay on his back and pull you on top of him

Isn’t too picky about how he cuddles you

He’ll just always firmly wrap his arms around you

Occasionally rubs your thighs, but nothing too crazy

Just wants you in his arms, likes to be protective of you

But doesn’t suffocate you at all

He’ll be extra lovey-dovey and soft, too

Gives you long, passionate kisses everywhere

Cuddling will honestly be so therapeutic with Seonghwa, for the two of you

✰Hongjoong:

Cuddles with you whenever he gets the chance to

Like if you're on the couch watching a movie, he’ll always cling on to you

And he doesn’t even think about it

He’ll sometimes whisper things to you, but if you’re around the others, he’ll stay quiet for the most part

However, when you’re in bed, that’s when most of the talking will happen

Either talks about the most random things or some deep ass shit, nothing in between

Loves talking to you and will ask your opinions on different topics

And he’ll tell you things that range from work to your future together

Will literally say anything without a filter, so some things may surprise you

Prefers it when your legs are linked together, that’s when he’s most comfortable, having a part of you connected with a part of him

Also when he’s holding onto your waist or your hand

Plays with your hair bc he knows it relaxes you

Kisses your hand at the most random times

Leans in to kiss you, and you wouldn’t know when

His kisses would linger, and they wouldn’t be anything but chaste and sweet(unless you wanted otherwise!)

Super smiley and is really sentimental

He’ll just stare you in the eyes and out of no where tells you he loves you and how he’s so lucky to have you

And when things finally quiet down, he just stares at you lovingly and traces your features

Loves when you do the same

And when you’re at his cheek, he’ll turn to kiss your palm

Giggles when he does because he knows he can get really cheesy with you

And when you stroke his hair and play with his earrings, he’ll close his eyes and smile

Hongjoong is just very spontaneous and unpredictable when you two cuddle, but somehow it’s still very peaceful

✰Yunho:

Usually cuddles happen when you’re both tired

And about 50% of the time, you’re laying on top of him

He’ll have one of his hands in your hair and the other just resting on your back

But the other 50% is the other way around

Even though he’s a complete tower

Bc he enjoys receiving cuddles more than anything else(but won’t tell you!)

Especially when he’s feeling playful

Really a bear hugger

Cocoons you and tbh will use you as a pillow

So sometimes he’ll lay beside you and just snuggle into you

He’d initially just place his head on your stomach and look up at you so sweetly

Loves it when you play with his hair but will always tease you for doing so

Then he’ll move up and rest against your collarbone

Once he gets all settled in and comfy, his eyes will definitely be closed, humming and relaxing into you

And you’ll be relaxed as well

So both of you just keep your eyes closed, occasionally kissing lazily

And honestly you two don’t even need to talk too much

But if you did talk, it’s going be a lot of lazy talking and mumbling

That’s how cuddling with Yunho will be 95% of the time

Lots of percentages, I know, but stay with me lmao

So that 5% of the time, he’ll have his eyes on you

Bc sometimes he just loved looking at you, and he would be taking in the moment with you

But it wouldn’t happen too often, bc boy still gets nervous being so close to you

And almost always, you’ll both fall into a nap/go to sleep

He’s just a big cuddly baby who would probably drop anything for your cuddles(but again, will never tell you that!)

Just laying together and being in each other’s company is reassuring and solace enough

✰Yeosang:

A huge romantic when it comes to cuddling (or anything intimate tbh)

So SOFT

Makes you feel really safe and secure

He’ll encompass you with his arms

And tries to act like his heart isn’t about to explode

Bc being so close to you makes him so nervous but warm and content

So he’ll breathe deeply and take in your scent

And runs his hand through your hair

Caresses your face

Lots of hand holding

And plays with your hands when he’s listening to you talk

Hums and whispers sweet things to you

His voice would be so soothing

Makes lots of eye contact, loves looking you in your eyes when you’re cuddling

Unless you’re saying sweet things back to him, bc he will be way too shy

And will definitely bury his face in the sheets

But you live for that because he’s just such a precious and soft fluff ball

He also takes this time to tell you things that have been on his mind

Like how much he appreciates you in his life and how beautiful you are

Especially when he’s about to be gone for a while

And he’d be pouting as he rambles about how much he’ll miss you when he’ll leave

So expect him to be more clingy and cuddly during times like that

Yeosang’s cuddles are so endearing and meaningful, and he takes them pretty seriously

✰San:

Wants to cuddle with you 24/7

And cuddles with him will last for hours

Clingy af so he’s usually the one to initiate

Cuddling comes second nature to him

Holds onto you tightly and gets all up in your space

You’ll both be tangled up

There will be zero space between you two

And he’s never a boring cuddler

Super talkative and gives you little compliments

“Your eyes are so pretty”

“San, you’ve said that five times already”

“I know, but they are”

Makes you so damn bashful

Especially when he smiles that smile, with his cute ass dimples

Loves when you randomly poke at his dimples and smiles even more when you do

And you just mELT

Bc he looks sooooo soft

And when you compliment him back, he’ll never accept it

“Why are you so cute, San??”

“No that's you!”

Will definitely get into a tickle fight with you

San’s just a restless cuddler, he moves around a lot

Often changes positions

Constantly asks you for kisses

Kisses areas like the crook of your neck or your shoulders

And 100% will steal kisses if you were to mess with him and tell him to stop kissing you

Drapes his arms and legs all over you

Practically suffocates you with his love and kisses and just wants every part of you to be with him

✰Mingi:

10/10 an amazing cuddler

Doesn’t mind if you’re talking or if you’re quiet

Just wants to be with you and tbh isn’t shy at all about cuddling

Becomes your personal koala bear, is so clingy when you cuddle

Acts really cute with you to make you smile and/or feel embarrassed

Because he really loves seeing you smile and get shy

And he’ll ruffle your hair bc he managed to do just that and you’re just too cute for him to handle

Scratches your back

Gives you an abundance of forehead kisses

And eskimo kisses

And during cuddle sessions where you want to talk, he’ll ask about your day

Even if you asked first

“How was your day?”

“No, how was yours?”

“Mingi, I asked first”

Genuinely wants to hear about yours before he talks about his day

Conversations will mainly be about you

Will give you big, warm hugs as he’s cuddling you

Massages you as well if you’re stressed, he’ll be your healer on any bad day you have

Tells you his feelings and everything he loves about you and just makes you melt in his arms

And it’ll feel like he’s confessing for the first time bc he seems to always come up with something new to say about you

But you’ll also have those moments when he does/says dumb shit just to make you laugh

And you both would be in a laughing fit for a full 15 minutes, just cracking the dumbest jokes and playing off each other’s lame jokes

And he loves your laugh so much, so that’s why he just kept going

So after you two calm down from your laughing fit, that is when things get comfortably quiet

And he’d sigh bc he’s just so happy to have you in his arms

You two would just stare at one another and revel in each other’s warmth

✰Wooyoung:

Doesn’t mind being the big spoon or small spoon, it’ll be whatever you wanted

Really enjoys you cuddling and pampering and kissing him tbh

So if you wanted to be the big spoon, let’s just say he won’t be opposing at all

He’s literally a whole ass baby

Holds on to your waist or wraps his arms around you to keep you close to him

Squishes his cheek with yours

His hair will always fall on your face

And it’s comforting bc his scent is so nice and you can just feel how much he loves you

You will receive hella butterfly kisses

Pulls you on top of him and sometimes just lays on top of you

Either way always squeezes you tightly

Can be playful at times and really shy and soft at other times

Intertwines his fingers with yours

Will usually talk the most from the two of you

But he’ll stay quiet when you need him to

Will always leave a smile on your face

Also, kissing is a must

He’ll have a whole session of kissing you in random places for fun

Nuzzles his face into your neck and gives you multiple little pecks

Is the type to accidentally give you a hickey lol

Lots of laughs and fun with this one when you cuddle

And don’t think he’ll ever let go of you any time soon

✰Jongho:

Most of the time Jongho’s the big spoon and lets you use his arm as a pillow

And your head will usually be right against his chest, with an arm holding you there

Will nuzzle into you and leaves these really sweet kisses on your neck

Lifts himself up to kiss your temple every now and then

Will randomly play with your hair (beware, he’ll probs tangle it on accident)

And he’s more of a listener than a talker but doesn’t mind talking if that’s what the conversation called for

But you could talk all you wanted and he’ll willingly lay there and listen to every word

Also sings softly for you if you were tired but couldn’t sleep

And will get caught up in the moment and feel sappy and inclined to tell you how much he loved you

Being the big spoon gave him that courage bc you wouldn’t be able to see him blush

And so it was easier for him to say things he was too shy to normally say

You’ll end up hearing the sweetest things coming from him and you’ll feel so cherished

Also, Jongho doesn’t always initiate cuddling sessions

So you will be the one to do so a lot of the time

However, there will be times when he initiates, it’ll just be rare

Like sometimes when he’s having a bad day, he’ll just place himself in your arms and cuddle against you

And you would know that there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to be in your comfort

And when Jongho wants to be cuddled, he wants to be c u d d l e d ok

So you better spoon him, rub his back, baby him bc he loves it

All-in-all, he really is still into cuddling w/ you

And he will never reject your request to cuddle

It really just makes him all shy and whatnot, but he will try his best to show otherwise

He’s very gentle and warm and cuddling overall is just really intimate for him, and he will always just immerses himself, his only focus being you

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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fallinallincurls · 5 years ago

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u and shawn cuddling in ur shared bed and he’s cupping your cheek or running his fingers through your hair while he tells you how much he loves and adores you :((((((

thank you for the idea/prompt! sorry this took so long for me to get to but i love the idea SO much that i wanted to write it perfectly! hope you enjoy this little blurb!

The warmth of his palm radiates on your skin as he softly rubs his thumb over your cheek. His beautiful hazel eyes are focused only on you while a sweet smile tugs at the corners of his lips. All day he just wanted to get you alone for cuddles and now that you are finally in his arms under the sheets of the bed in your shared bedroom, Shawn can’t help but be in awe. When he was tired and needing some attention, he practically turned into a giant teddy bear. So now, right before falling asleep with you by side for another night, he is so unbelievably happy.

His whole life he always dreamed of this, being in love with his soulmate and getting to experience life with her but somehow, you blew his expectations away because every day you gave him something new to love.

And he swears he’s the luckiest man in the world.

“You’re so pretty, you know? Absolutely gorgeous, so stunning.” Shawn whispers, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence of the night. A loving smile immediately blooms on your face at his words, making Shawn blush deeply. It didn’t matter how many times he complimented you over the three years you’ve been together, the feeling never ceases to amaze you. That someone as incredible as him chose you and loves you unconditionally.

“Thank you, bubs. You’re handsome and cute too.” You giggle in response and Shawn presses a kiss to your forehead before continuing on with his sleepy, but meaningful rambling.

“No, I really mean it. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world and I’m so lucky to call you mine. I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Shawn. You should get some sleep. I know you had a long day at the studio.”

“Mhm,” Shawn hummed, his thumb still softly rubbing across your cheek. “I love how happy you make me, like I’m walking on clouds whenever I see that gorgeous smile of yours. I love the way you make my tea exactly how I like it every single time without fail. You learned that after only, what, our second date? And I love how you hold me in your arms. Cuddles, hugs or any of that. Makes me feel safe and protected.” He gently nudges his nose against yours, his smile growing by the second.

Your heart fills to the brim with adoration for the curly headed boy you love so much. Moments where he drowsily rambled on about random things are always your favorites. But tonight, he was set on reminding you just how much he loves you. Pure joy and bliss course through your veins as you snuggle in closer to him and Shawn places a tender kiss on your cheek before caressing your skin again.

“You remind me that my feelings, no matter how crazy, are always valid which no one has ever done before. Your kisses are the best; you could give me a million and I’d still want more. God, I adore just waking up next to you each morning. I’ll never get tired of that and you better not either because you’re stuck with me.” He chuckles lightly, squeezing you closer and brushing your hair off your face.

“I don’t know how, and I will spend the rest of my life figuring it out, but you have the biggest heart that’s also made of pure gold. And you love me with that amazing heart of yours!” Shawn exclaims sweetly and you lean forward to kiss the top of his nose as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I love when you read your books to me and how you always think that dance parties are the solution to almost everything. I love how you can make my day better just by existing and I swear that you’re like sunshine in human form. My sunshine.”

“Baby,” You start, but Shawn quickly cuts you off again. A radiant smile plastered on his rosy cheeks despite the sleepiness taking over his body.

“But want to know what I love the most?”

“What?”

“You. Always you.” Shawn mumbles adorably, making your heart soar before he drifts off while holding you tight against him.

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vivxwrites · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1949

Summary: Takes place in a modern au where reader is nat’s daughter. Wanda takes reader on both of their first dates for her birthday!

Warnings: Pure floof and zero angst, hell yeah! Scary Nat

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Adopted Daughter!Reader

A/N: Happy belated birthday to @xxxtwilightaxelxxx !!! This is the fluffiest most cutest thing I've ever written so read with caution!!

Wanda smoothed down the bumps in her red leather jacket nervously and fiddled with her fingers before finally gaining the courage to ring the doorbell. She stood and shifted from side to side as she waited for the door to open, admiring the perfectly fresh white paint of your door. She was finally going on a date with you. You, who she had a crush for months, the one that kept her up at night with back and forth texts and brightened her mornings with cute, meaningful Skype chats over breakfast.

The door creaked open slowly, interrupting her thoughts and her stomach filled with thousands of butterflies as she caught the first glimpse of the inside of your home.

Your mom stood propped against the wall casually, a knife hanging lowly in her hand because of the vegetables she was slicing moments prior. Wanda’s nerves danced throughout her body, of course she was nervous to meet your mom, you spoke so highly of her all of the time and about how you were so lucky to have been adopted by such a caring person. She agreed and although meeting a significant other’s parent was usually terrifying she couldn’t help but to feel excitement combine with her nerves.

“Good afternoon Ms. Romanoff,” she smiled brightly.

Your mom quirked a brow and looked Wanda up and down “Wendy, is it?”

“It’s Wanda, ma’am.”

“Right,” she drawled, “Wanda.” Natasha casually switched the knife to her other hand, fixing Wanda with a stare that she couldn’t help but fidget nervously under. Wanda’s eyes flicked down to the knife, “So, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Wanda gulped and chuckled nervously, “I um, want to take her out on a date?” She glanced up at Natasha to see if that was the right thing to say but the hard glare she was met with was answer enough.

Her chest tightened in fear and panic crept through her system. Natasha clenched her jaw and raised an eyebrow, “Just to be clear, you want to take her on just one date?”

Wanda shook her head furiously, “No,” she sighed and bit her lip dreamily, “I really like (Y/N) and I’d love to take her on all the dates if that’s what she wants.” Natasha gave her a pointed look and Wanda read the message loud and clear, “With your permission of course.”

Natasha smiled in approval, satisfied with her work. “(Y/N) should be down in a few minutes. You can just have a seat wherever while you wait.”

Wanda nodded timidly and sat on your couch, her back ramrod straight and her hands folded in an effort to impress your mom, who had gone back to chopping vegetables. Natasha called out to Wanda one last time over her shoulder, “Oh and Wanda? (Y/N)’s really shy and quiet and this is her first date,” Nat paused, “Would you just…please be careful with her?”

Wanda’s heart felt lighter in her chest at your mother’s statement, “Of course Ms. Romanoff!” She went quiet before adding, “If it makes you feel better, this is my first date as well.”

Natasha nodded and let a grateful smile play at her lips. “It does, thanks.” She paused again, “Natasha.” At Wanda’s confused glance she expanded on her answer, “For future use.”

Wanda grinned widely at the approval to call your mom by her first name. She couldn’t help but feel that she had passed whatever secret test your mom had conducted.

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they waited for you to make an appearance and Wanda’s nervousness increased tenfold. She ran through the list of things she was supposed to pack into her car and paused as the list brought her to your birthday gift. She had packed it right? She was completely and utterly screwed if she didn’t have it and she cursed herself for even allowing the possibility of it being left at home.

Her inner panic was interrupted by your quiet, familiar footsteps on the stairwell above her and when she looked up her breath was taken away.

You were walking slowly and carefully down the steps, a flowy sundress billowing behind you and a shy smile pressed on your gorgeous face. You looked amazing and she was completely awestruck, her jaw visibly dropping and her throat automatically drying up.

You had a coy smile on your lips as you made your way down the stairs and once you made it to the first floor you were intercepted in a giant hug from your mom.

“Malyutka,” she breathed, “look how beautiful you are.” Natasha’s eyes grew misty at the sight of you about to head out on your first state and she idly wondered where the years had gone.

“Mom!” You whined and squirmed in her grasp and she let out a watery chuckle in response. You sent a furtive glance to Wanda and whispered so only your mom could hear, “We talked about this!”

She smiled softly at you through the tears in the corners of her eyes and gave you one last squeeze before releasing you.

You approached Wanda on the couch and looked up at her through your lashes, “Hi Wanda.”

She swallowed and flashed a wide shaky grin at you, “Hey (Y/N).”

The two of you stood staring at each other for a good minute or two, trapped in some sort of trance due to your shared nerves. Wanda cleared her throat, “Happy Birthday. You, um, you look beautiful.” She stuttered through the last part of her statement and blushed as she finished.

A soft smile grew on her face at the sight of your beat red blushing face, you looked adorable.

You looked down at your feet in an attempt to hide your blush, “Thank you,” you said quietly, “You look really pretty too.”

Wanda’s own blush deepened at your statement and she scuffed her shoes against the ground nervously. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded and exchanged goodbyes with your mom, Wanda following suit.

When the door finally clicked shut and she was alone in her own home Nat wiped her tears away and sniffled, “My baby’s all grown up.”

When the two of you arrived to her car she ran over to the passenger side and opened the door for you, a lopsided grin on her face. You ducked your head bashfully, “My, my,” you teased, “Chivalry isn’t dead.”

Wanda’s grin grew at your statement and she made her way to the driver’s seat.

When the two of you were finally situated she started the car and began to drive, “Your mom is really scary.”

“What? No she’s not.” You gave Wanda an incredulous, baffled look at her statement.

“She interrogated me before you came down stairs.” Wanda’s eyes remained on the road while she spoke, their blue-green color focusing on the road to safely get the two of you to the destination.

Your eyes widened and you felt a blush creep up your neck, “I’m sorry about her, she’s just protective of me. I’ll tell her not to do it again.”

“No!” You flinched at Wanda’s sudden exclamation and raised your eyebrows at her, “No, don’t tell her I told you,” she laughed nervously, “Looking back at it it’s actually pretty funny.”

You gave her a weird look but agreed anyway, “Sure, Wan. If that’s what you want.” She bit her lip excitedly at the use of a nickname, “Where are we going?”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously, “It’s a surprise.”

That little minx, you were positive that she knew you hated surprises and you let loose a groan, “Noooo,” she giggled and you pouted, “I wanna know.”

She shook her head and stopped at the red light, turning to face you. She booped your nose gently, “Nope!”

“Your insufferable.” You whined and she cackled evilly.

Wanda pulled her car into a space along the side of the quiet park and you gasped at the location, “Wanda Maximoff! You did not bring me to a park for our first date did you?”

She smirked, she definitely knew your hate of cliches and yet here you were anyway. “Oh I did, I even packed a picnic for us.”

You gave her an annoyed look and she laughed loudly. You shoved her shoulder and she grinned and got out of the car, opening the trunk to retrieve her blanket and picnic basket.

You joined her by the trunk and she shifted the weight of the basket to one hand, leaving you to admire the subtle muscles of her forearm. She surprised you by reaching over and lacing your fingers through hers and at your shocked look threw you a quick wink, to which you blushed heavily.

The two of you walked together down the winding path and talked about anything and everything as you went. When you reached a clearing Wanda pulled you over to a spot and laid her blanket on the grass, setting her basket in the center to keep the blanket from sailing away in the wind. You both sat next to each other and you nervously shifted so that you were facing her direction.

You continued to talk, this time about your shared passion for reading when you felt the cold draft of the wind on your bare shoulders and shivered visibly.

Wanda gave you a look of concern until an idea popped into her head and she smiled inwardly, pulling her jacket off of her own shoulders and wrapping it around yours. You tried to protest and she cut you off with a finger to your lips and a confident, “I insist.”

You blushed for what must have been the thousandth time and she found that she loved the way the jacket looked on you paired with the red of your cheeks.

When you spoke you had her full attention, the quiet melodic tone of your voice soothing her, “You know it’s really nice, being able to spend my birthday with you. It’s usually just my mom and I and every year my mind drifts to what it would be like to spend it with someone who is special to me in every way.”

Wanda looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky and you faltered under her intense gaze. She gave you the softest smile and you could see the happiness in her eyes. You returned the gesture and she squeezed your hand lovingly. “I know you told me not to…” you bit your lip, here it comes, “but I got you a gift anyway.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Well let’s see it then Maximoff.”

Her lopsided grin made its second appearance and she reached into her basket to reveal a small gift bag. She handed it to you with a meek smile on her features and chewed on her bottom lip anxiously.

You carefully pulled the tissue paper out and gasped at what sat in the bottom of the bag. It was a black box and by its dimensions alone you could tell that a necklace sat inside. You daintily opened the box and grinned at the sight of the necklace. It had a silver chain and on the end sat a shiny gem, which you recognized to be your birthstone. It was gorgeous and took your breath away and you knew that you would treasure it forever, and with it, the memories of Wanda. You gave her the biggest smile you could manage and leaned over to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, a promise to her and a confident reassurance of more to come.

Malyutka- little one

A/N: Hi all, I’m going to write GA part 6 next and then get back to work on requests. Also, I’ve decided that TonyNat thing can wait because I don’t want to have to delay your requests for even longer. It’s not really fair of me :)

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hotforharrington · 5 years ago

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Goody Two Shoes (Pt. 2/6)

Pairing: billy hargrove x reader [a little bit of platonic steve harrington x reader]

Warnings: swearing, bullying, smoking, I believe that’s all.

Notes: 2nd part of my writing inspired by the song Good Girls by 5sos! I finally got inspired to write it tonight, I hope you guys like it!! :))

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The days following the party were fairly normal and uneventful. You’d get up, get ready, walk to school, and get through the school day.

The only real change was the amount Billy Hargrove was on your mind. No matter where you were, what was going on, Billy was on your mind 24/7.

But it had been days since the mesmerizing kiss on the steps in front of that house and the most interaction you had with the boy was exchanging glances of admiration during your passing period.

I wonder what is going through his head. Was the kiss that bad? Or did he not want to be seen with me? you thought to yourself.

Just like the beginning of everyday, you started at your locker to grab the books you would need for the day. You rotated the dial to the numbers that were your combination and opened up the rickety metal door.

Out of your locker, a folded up piece of notebook paper floated to the floor of the school hallway. With a confused look on your face, you bent down to pick it up. After delicately unfolding it, you read the note. The sloppy pencil markings read:

(Y/N),

Meet me behind the bleachers in the gym during your lunch hour.

-B

You felt your face turn hot and pink with excitement and anxiousness.

The time leading up to your lunch hour would feel excruciatingly long. As you sat in your English class, your eyes constantly flickered back to the clock.

Only 10 more minutes you thought to yourself.

The clock ticked and ticked and ticked, and finally the bell rang. You shot up out of your seat, swiftly gathered your things, and made a beeline for the door. You made a quick stop to put all of your things in your locker and slyly made your way to the gym.

Just as you were about to push the gym doors open you heard a manly voice say, “Just where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

Fuck. you thought to yourself. You turned around to be met with a face that made you let out a sigh of relief. It was not the face of a teacher, but the face of a friend.

“Steve!” You exclaimed and slapped a hand on his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh c’mon (Y/N), you know I’m only messing around!” He squeezed an arm around your shoulders in a friendly way. “Y’know, you really do have to be more careful though. I think you’re getting a little too brave about sneaking around! You used to be dead set on only ever sneaking out with a select few people, never in a public place, definitely never even trying to do anything wrong at school.”

“I know, I know...” you responded, realizing how easily you could’ve been caught in this moment. “I’ll have to be more careful. Thanks for looking out for me, Steve. I really do appreciate it. But I gotta go because I promised someone I would meet them in the gym right now and every second I stand here, I’m losing precious time.” You plead to him.

Steve looks at you in a way you could describe as disapproving. “Let me guess. You’re meeting Hargrove in there?”

You let out a sigh, “Maybe? What’s the big deal?” You thought for a moment and then continued, “Wait..? Did you plant that note in my locker? I’m gonna kill you if you did, Harrington!”

Steve shakes his head, “No (Y/N), of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you. But... just... Hargrove’s bad news, okay? He’s an asshole and I don’t want him to break your heart.”

You softened at the way Steve was being protective over you.

“I’ll be careful, I promise!!” You looped your arms around his torso to give him a quick hug.

“Okay well I’m gonna come looking for you a few minutes before passing period to make sure he didn’t murder you!”

You nodded at him with a soft smile and then slipped into the Hawkins High Gym.

The lights were off in the large room and every tiny sound echoed through the space. The only source of light came through the small windows towards the ceiling of the gym. It was so quiet you were almost starting to wonder if you’d been stood up.

You peaked under the bleachers in search of that Californian bad boy.

“Billy?” You whispered into the darkness.

Just then you heard the all too familiar cackles of 2 of your least favorite people on the planet.

The gym lights came on and you turned around to face Tommy and Carol.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! I can’t believe you fell for that! This has got to be the funniest thing that’s happened all school year!” Carol high fives Tommy and almost toppled over in laughter.

“Did you actually think Billy would wanna meet up with you?!” Tommy questioned, almost baffled.

You’d never felt so stupid in your entire life. Of course Billy wouldn’t want to meet with you. All Billy cares about is his reputation. Having Tommy and Carol around was apart of that, and they hated you. Not in a million years would they authorize you to get a chance with him.

Your face felt as though it was on fire, and tears started to form in your eyes, not from sadness, but of anger and frustration.

“I guess I’m not as smart as everybody makes me out to be, huh?” You could hear the pain in your voice and you turned to walk away, the sounds of Tommy and Carol mocking you for your tears and defeat echoing within your head.

You walked out the back door and into the fresh outside air. The sky was cloudy and the temperature was fairly cool. You walked away from the door to the opposite side of the building’s exterior. You slid your back down the brick wall until you reached the ground. You held your legs to your chest, and placed your forehead on your knees.

You allowed yourself to let out a few tears. Your mother always told you it wasn’t good to keep it all inside.

“Let it out, collect yourself, and move forward.” she would say to you.

After a few short moments of letting the tears roll, you sniffled a bit, and decided to concentrate on your breathing to collect yourself before having to head to your next class.

In. Out. In. Out.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming toward you. You figured it was Steve coming to check if you’d been killed.

“I’m fine, Steve. No I don’t wanna talk about it but I was wrong, you were right- Hargrove’s an asshole.” You said sniffling through your sentences, your forehead still glued to your knees.

As the footsteps got closer a familiar aroma filled the air- cologne and cigarette smoke.

“Is that what King Steve has to say about me?”

You looked up and were greeted with piercing blue eyes, rather than the brown ones that you were expecting.

His usual smirk was wiped clean from his face. His whole demeanor was completely different than the Billy you were accustomed to.

He wore a genuine look of concern on his face.

A cigarette lingered between his fingers and he pressed it to his lips to take a drag. Billy slid down the back of the wall and sat down next to you.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” You managed to squeak out to him.

“Tommy and Carol came to brag to me about what they did. I want you to know I had nothing to do with it.” He said softly to you.

“Okay thanks, Hargrove. You can move on to the next whore you’re gonna fuck. You don’t have to sit with me out of pity.” You said in a candid manner.

Billy doesn’t move. He just sits there in silence with you for a minute.

You end the silence by saying, “Well if you’re gonna sit here and say nothing, the least you can do is share that cigarette with me.”

He says nothing, but hands you the cigarette. You took a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and you release it almost as if it’s a sigh of relief. You felt the tension in your shoulders start to ease.

“You know I wasn’t trying to avoid you, (Y/N).” Billy said.

“It sure seemed like it...” You replied.

“I wasn’t I swear. I know this may come as a shock but I was trying to be respectful.”

You turned to meet his gaze with an exaggerated look of confusion on your face.

“Just hear me out,” He continued, “That night at the party, you explained to me about putting on a show and being a good girl in front of, like, teachers and stuff?”

You nodded your head in response.

“I didn’t want to mess that up for you. Teachers see me and know I’m a bad kid, well because I am. I don’t hide it because quite frankly I don’t give a shit, but I respect the fact that you do. If anyone saw you with me, or even if word got around that you were spending time with me, it wouldn’t look good for your goody two shoes persona. I wanted to see you again, talk to you again, and most definitely wanted to kiss you again, but I wasn’t trying to ruin your double life.”

You looked at him in awe. Was Billy Hargrove actually capable of caring for someone other than himself? you wondered.

“Wow, Billy. I... I don’t know what to say... I-“ you stopped stumbling through words when he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and tucked it behind your ear. One single tear remained at your cheekbone and his rough thumb wiped it away.

Seeing that tear as it rest upon your cheek, hearing you sniffle when he first walked up, and feeling the pain in your voice hurt him more than he would care to admit to anyone. Billy hadn’t felt sympathetic toward someone in a long time but you were special. And someone as special as you didn’t deserve this shit. He made a note in his head to make Tommy and Carol pay for upsetting you.

“(Y/N)... I am so sorry, princess. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be crying...” As he whispered these soft words, he leaned in so close you could feel his breath against your skin.

You licked your lips. This action made his mouth slightly smirk, before leaning in to crash his lips to yours.

This kiss was filled with just as much passion and electricity as the first, only it was much more controlled and meaningful, given that you both were sober this time. You never wanted to pull away, you wanted to stay in this moment forever. This moment that felt as though the pair of you were the only two people in the world.

Just as the kiss was beginning to deepen, the ringing of the school bell roared through the air.

“Damn it.” He whispered against your lips. You softly chuckled in response.

You quickly got up to move along, not wanting to be late to class and also knowing that Steve would be looking for you.

“Wait, (Y/N)!”

You turned around, slightly confused at what he was wanting.

He inhaled deeply before saying, “I don’t wanna screw this up again. I really wanna see you again.”

You were honestly surprised at him. He was being a lot more straightforward than you had known him to be. You’d only ever seen girls begging for Billy’s attention. Not the other way around.

You walked back over to him and pulled out your blue pen from your pocket. You lifted his forearm, pushed up the sleeve from his jacket, and wrote your phone number on his skin.

“There you go, Hargrove. Call me sometime and I’ll tell my parents we’re studying or have a project to do or something.”

You smiled, bit your bottom lip, then pushed up on your tip toes to give him a soft kiss.

Off in the distance you could hear a familiar voice calling your name, signaling you that it was time to get to class.

“See ya ‘round, Hargrove.” You winked and walked off.

Steve’s voice boomed as he stepped outside, calling for you.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N), where the hell are you?!”

You sneaked up behind him and put your hand over his mouth. He jumped a bit, not expecting it. He turned around to face you and you just laughed.

“Not cool, (Y/N). I thought Hargrove killed you and dumped your body somewhere out here. I was scared shitless!!”

You just laughed and said, “Not exactly. But, hey, I had to get you back for scaring me earlier!” You gave him a light punch to the shoulder.

Steve sighed, “Fair enough. C’mon, we’re gonna be late for math.”

And with that, you two hurriedly made your way to your math class.

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ronninoir · 5 years ago

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Can I Steal You for a Second? CH20

Summary: Adrien is forced to participate in a new dating show, but becomes more excited when Ladybug says she’ll participate as her civilian self.

AKA: AU where Adrien doesn’t know Marinette, the superheroes are 22 and Gabriel is mean and ruthless but not Hawkmoth.

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Chapter 20

Adrien had figured it out. There were so many things that he loved about Ladybug, that he saw in Marinette. At first, he thought it was just because he was projecting Ladybug’s qualities onto Marinette because of the hair and the eyes. But, as he got to know her, he realized that she really was genuine, sweet, and very smart. She was cool under fire and could stand up to his Father better than he could. She was solid and made Adrien feel important and that he mattered to someone. Also, she was insanely friendly, and Adrien had seen Ladybug befriend almost everyone, including akuma victims right after they were deakumatized. He also knew that something about the way she tasted, the feel of her when he hugged her struck a familiar nerve. He just figured it was because he was starting to love Marinette like he loved Ladybug. That would obviously make sense why he would feel those things. The lip gloss was another sign, but any girl could wear the same strawberry lip gloss. That wasn’t a give-away. Not even the fact that she was the only contestant from France, convinced Adrien that Marinette was Ladybug. He just assumed that Ladybug could have lied on their application to make it more difficult for Adrien to figure it out.

No, the thing that convinced him, that completely sold him on the idea that Marinette was Ladybug was the dislike of puns. Adrien had never paid close enough attention to see Marinette react to one, but with Ladybug, he had. She always groaned and rolled her eyes exactly as Marinette had, especially when the puns were in the middle of a fight and what Ladybug would call “bad timing.” (Personally, Adrien thought all the time was the perfect time for puns, but that’s another day’s problem.) It was this moment, watching Marinette respond to his perfectly placed beach puns that clicked the final gear into place and made Adrien see the light. Suddenly, he couldn’t ignore all of the evidence staring down at him that screamed that Marinette was Ladybug. If Plagg were here and not with Master Fu, (in case an akuma hit while he was out of Paris) he would have grunted a “Finally,” and sarcastically applauded for him.

When Adrien looked back at Marinette, his face deadly serious with the question he had almost asked her once before on his lips, he didn’t hesitate, “You’re Ladybug, aren’t you?”

Marinette blanched. Adrien was dumbfounded at how he didn’t see it before. Everything about her personality screamed Ladybug. “I—um... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yeah, that was his Lady.

Adrien didn’t know what else to say, he just stood there, grinning like an actual idiot. Marinette and Ladybug were the same person! This was like the answer to his prayers, his dream coming to life. He almost had a half a mind to ask Marinette to pinch him right now, but he felt as though that would make him seem uncool.

Suddenly, every single time he had ever made a fool of himself in front of Ladybug flashed before his eyes, and he had to physically shake his head to make the torrent of embarrassing moments stop.

When he focused back on the present he was struck by how nervous Marinette looked. The confidence of Ladybug was gone, and Adrien’s heart immediately contracted. He had to make her better, had to make her smile, something, anything other than this nervous scared look she had on her face right then.

“Marinette, what’s wrong?”

She visibly swallowed before she spoke, “You’re not upset, are you?”

It was Adrien’s turn to blanch. “Upset? Why would I be upset? This is the best day of my life! The girl I love in the suit and the girl I love on this god forsaken show are the same person! How could I ever be upset?”

Marinette still looked sheepish and wouldn’t meet his eyes, “But... I lied to you. A lot. During that last akuma attack, when you showed me the top 10 list. I felt as though I did a lot of hiding and lying to protect my identity.”

Adrien had forgotten about all of those moments, too overcome with happiness that Marinette is Ladybug but he still couldn’t find it in him to be upset, even though he hated lying.

“Marinette,” she didn’t look up when he said her name, so he gently placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up until his eyes met those enchanting blue ones. “I have known you for seven years of my life, and it takes a lot for me to be upset with you. Trust me when I say, this makes me so much happier than I ever could have imagined. If I could get down on one knee and propose to you right now I would.” Her eyes grew wide at that statement and he had a slight moment of terror where he realized that may not be something she wanted. “It’s you, Marinette. It’s always been you.”

Marinette’s eyes glistened with tears and he bent down the rest of the way to where their lips connected. The kiss was chaste, but meaningful as he felt the tears slip down Marinette’s cheeks.

When they broke apart, Adrien pulled her into a bone crushing hug, noticing for the first time that the producers were trying to wave them back to the beach. Marinette seemed in better spirits and was even smiling and laughing with him as they walked back hand in hand.

“How did you figure it out?” Marinette asked, her voice once again confident and beautiful.

Adrien felt himself smirk and saw Marinette roll her eyes in response. “The puns. Ladybug hates them. You rolled your eyes when I made my puns back there absentmindedly and that was kind of when all of the pieces clicked together.”

Marinette hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I was so careful during these past 5 weeks to not show any sign of my dislike for your puns. I even used that as my first impression for you, knowing that you like the damned things so much.” Adrien laughed at the memory. He was still slightly embarrassed that he forgot to ask for her name, but looking back he should have known that the girl who could pun her way into his heart could only be his Lady.

“Man, we make quiet the pair, don’t we?” Adrien asked as they reached the beach. A swarm of producers surrounded them and the couple was told that it was time to start getting ready for the evening portion of the date.

Adrien turned to Marinette, refusing to let go of her hand just yet. “Thank you for an amazing day at the beach.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit,” Marinette gave his hand a quick squeeze before letting go and being whisked away by the producers.

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Marinette was dropped off at a hotel in Jabline that was right next to the beach where Adrien had discovered she was Ladybug. She was led by a producer to a back patio that was well lit and showed the moonlight shimmering on the water.

Thankfully it was warm outside, as Marinette was wearing a dark red cotton dress that stopped at her knees. The neckline of the dress was straight across and the sleeves hugged her arms as an off the shoulder that was even with the neckline. The bodice was tight and showed off the top of her curves, but the skirt flourished out a little at her hips. The skirt itself had a small high-low to it and Marinette shivered in the slight breeze, very aware of how much skin was showing.

She was instructed to wait by the doorway, and Adrien would come and escort her in when it was time for the date to start. She waited only a couple of minutes before Adrien turned the corner and was walking towards her. Someone must have given him the hint of what color tie to wear, because his slick black suit was accented with a red tie the same shade as her dress. He was beaming at her and just seeing him, looking at her like that, as if they were the only two in the whole world, made her blush.

He gently wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her into a hug. His lips were covered by her hair, which was curled and slightly poofy, and whispered, “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” which caused Marinette to blush even more.

He leaned away from her and took her hand, twining his fingers in with hers. “What are we going to talk about tonight?” Marinette looked at him, slightly confused by what he was meaning. Thankfully, Adrien explained. “Normally on one-on-one dates, during the night portion the girl talks about something personal they wanted to tell me in order to deepen our relationship.” He’s eyes twinkled slightly and she could tell that he’d been waiting to say this all night. “Since I already know everything about you, what are you going to ‘surprise’ me with. I want to make sure I have the appropriate face ready.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her in a move that screamed Chat Noir. She shoved him slightly before responding.

“Well I was planning on bringing up the whole Gabriel conversation, since according to the cameras, I haven’t had that conversation with you. I was also going to just talk about my love of fashion and whatnot.” He still had the stupid smirk on his face, and Marinette was tempted to kiss it off. “That’s all you're getting from me, Kitty.” She flicked his nose playfully and Adrien busted out a laugh.

“It’s still so surreal. I was thinking about what I discovered on the beach,” He means finding out I’m Ladybug she screamed inside, still in shock that it happened at all this way, “and I just couldn’t believe it. Even hearing you call me that, it still feels like a dream.” He gazed at her as if she was his dream and she had to remind herself that it wasn’t weird, because Adrien was her dream too.

“Well, sorry to burst your bubble but it’s real. I’m real. I’m here for you and whatever else this show has in store for us,” Marinette squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Adrien had opened his mouth to respond when a producer, the one who had walked her to her meeting with Gabriel came up behind them, “Save all the lovey-dovey shit for the cameras, please. We start rolling in 30 seconds.”

“Thank you, Mark.” Adrien responded, not taking his eyes off of Marinette. They turned towards the cameras, which would record the two of them walking in and having “casual” conversation, before sitting and having the personal conversation that was expected of her.

“Action!” Someone yelled from near where all the cameras were and Marinette allowed Adrien to pull her forward starting up an easy conversation about their date location as he pulled out her chair for her to sit in. She sat, thanking him while smoothing out her skirt. She was suddenly very aware of the cameras watching her from multiple angles and her palms got a little sweaty for no reason. Thankfully, when she looked up, all she could see was Adrien’s face smiling at hers, and it allowed her to relax slightly.

“I had so much fun on our date this afternoon,” Adrien started and gave Marinette’s hand under the table, which he had reclaimed after sitting down, a squeeze.

“I did too,” Marinette responded, very aware of how lame she sounded. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, that didn’t make her sound like some dumb girl when Adrien carried on the conversation.

“I absolutely adore that dress you are wearing.” He said, with another squeeze of her hand. “Did you design it?”

Marinette gave him a hesitant look, but Adrien gave her a slight nod and a smile, urging her to take his bait and run with it. “Actually, no this is one of your Father’s pieces. It is stunning, though. Your dad is really good at what he does.”

“I’ve also heard that your designs are amazing as well.” Adrien asked, no worry about broaching this subject on his face or in his voice. He looked the most confident she had ever seen him outside of the mask. “Is it true that the shirt you wore on the video game date was one you designed?”

Marinette swallowed before nodding.

“It was really well designed. I honestly thought it was a Gabriel. You have a lot of talent.”

Marinette smiled at the compliment and continued on with the conversation they planned. “I aspire to be like your Father one day. Your Father actually confronted me about that shirt.” Adrien’s face reacted perfectly, as if he was hearing this information for the first time. “That was the night I disappeared from the group date. He had pulled me aside and asked me questions about the shirt and why I had worn it.”

“Why did you wear it?” Adrien asked, right on cue.

“I woke up late that morning and grabbed the first shirt I found to wear for the date. I brought it with me to the mansion because it helps inspire me when I am designing new clothes. All of the girls here have been such an inspiration as well, but it’s still nice to see a shirt that I designed that I really like to help remind me that this is what I want to do, even when it seems hard.”

Adrien’s face had softened and his smile was genuine as he reached out and grabbed her other hand that had been resting on the table. He began rubbing small circles on the back of her hand and she felt excited tingles ripple through her body.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with my Father in that way. He can be a little tough to handle. I’ve had a lot of hard conversations with him during this show, but I’m glad you were able to make your voice heard.” Marinette smiled, but she still had something that had been bothering her, and now felt like as good a time as any to bring it up.

“One of the girls found out about that conversation.” Adrien’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side, and she knew that he was no longer playing along with the conversation. “With your father. Someone knew that it had happened, and that was why the girls were claiming that I wasn’t there for the ‘right reasons’ at that cocktail party.”

Adrien’s eyes gave away that he understood a little, but he still seemed slightly confused. “Someone knew about the conversation? About what it was concerning?”

Marinette racked her brain, trying to remember exactly what Lila had said that night. “I don’t think she knew the topic of conversation, but she knew who I had the conversation with and made assumptions.”

“Well that’s.... interesting.” Once again, Marinette could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to make sense of this information.

“I know I’ve told you before that I really am here for you, but I just wanted to make it even clearer. I am here for you, Adrien and only you. I may want to work in fashion and your Father’s company is amazing, but I would never use you to start working for your Father, as the girl at the cocktail party insinuated. I would rather start up a rival company and work as your competition than use you to boost my career and earn an internship with Gabriel.”

Adrien looked slightly taken back by her words and she was worried she had gone too far, but his smile returned, genuine and sweet. “You really mean that?” Adrien asked, his voice full of hope and love for her.

“I really do.” She smiled shyly, but the words kept coming, full of confidence, “If we make it through this show, and you end up picking me, I’d love for you to be with me as I embark on my fashion journey. But, I don’t want to use you to achieve my dream, like your Fa—like other people may have used you in the past.” Her blush returned and she was internally freaking out. She had almost called out Gabriel freaking Agreste on the way he treated his son on TELEVISION! It was too late now to do anything about the comment, but she prayed that the producers would somehow edit it out and not allow Gabriel to know about it.

“Do you think you’ll take over the company when you’re old enough?” Marinette asked on a whim, talking too fast and trying to cover up the mistake she had just made.

Adrien, who had obviously heard the slip and had decided to ignore it, paused slightly before answering, clearly thinking about his answer. “Maybe. If Father asks me to, I will, but that’s never been my dream. Plus, I can’t design anything for the life of me, so he’d have to hire someone to continue that part of the company.”

Marinette smiled, suddenly thinking about what it would look like if she really did marry Adrien. He could run the business side, which is what he was forced to study in university, and she could design for the company. They would ride to and from work together and after they were finished for the day, they would ride together to pick up their three children from daycare or wherever and go back to their house, where their hamster and maybe a cat were waiting and cook dinner together. Then they would put the kids to sleep and curl up on the couch and watch a movie together and—

“Marinette?”

Marinette snapped back to reality and blushed. She was suddenly glad no one could read her thoughts and she had to compose herself before she asked Adrien what he had said.

Adrien gave her a smile that was slightly mischievous before responding, “What were you thinking about?”

Marinette blushed even deeper and tried to play it off, “That couldn’t possibly be the question you had asked me.”

“It wasn’t,” Adrien’s smile grew, and his eyes were twinkling. “I just want to know what’s going on in your head. You seemed really happy, whatever you were thinking about.”

Marinette stared at Adrien for a beat, blue eyes meeting green. She could see him begging her to be candid with him, and she was trying to tell him that it was embarrassing, before she sighed and explained. “I was thinking about what it would be like, to have a future...” her throat was suddenly dry, but she remembered the comment he had made on the beach when he found out she was Ladybug. If I could get down on one knee right now and propose to you I would. “... with you. I just had a snapshot into what life would be like if you really end up choosing me at the end of this.”

Adrien’s face softened, the teasing in his eyes had turned to something much sweeter. “Did you like what you saw?” Adrien almost whispered.

“I did,” Marinette whispered back. They shared a moment where they just stared at each other, soaking in the possibility of a future and kids and their whole lives together ahead of them. They had unconsciously leaned towards each other and were mere inches apart.

“It looks like I stood up to my dad for the right person,” he whispered and her blush darkened as he closed the space between them and his lips met hers. These kisses were light and gentle, nothing like the ones they had shared at the end of the picnic. But it was refreshing and sweet to be treated like something valuable and fragile, especially with him knowing how much stronger she actually was thanks to her Miraculous.

They broke apart quickly, and Adrien smiled at her. He reached over to the other side of the table and grabbed something off of a plate. She hadn’t realized that it had been sitting there, but when Adrien lifted the rose into the air, she suddenly remembered why they were there in the first place.

“Marinette, thank you so much for talking about the hard stuff and just being completely honest with me. I have loved our time together and you would make me the happiest guy at this hotel if you would please accept this rose.”

Marinette laughed a little and smiled. “Absolutely,” Adrien handed her the rose and then stood up and offered her his hand.

“Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.” She didn’t have any idea about where they were going, but she knew that Adrien would never lead her astray.

They walked through a patio door that led towards the beach, and after walking for about five minutes, Marinette realized that they were walking towards a crowd that was gathered. The crowd was standing in darkness and that was why Marinette hadn’t seen them from their date spot at the hotel. As the two of them got closer, lights were flicked on, and they were so bright that Marinette had to blink a couple of times to clear the spots out of her eyes. When she could see again she gasped and stopped moving.

Before her was a stage. She and Adrien were standing in the middle of the crowd, which had parted and left a wide circle of space around them, probably for the cameras. But the thing that made her pause was that on the stage, about to perform, was none other than Jagged Stone. He was a famous rocker that Marinette loved. She had interacted with him a handful of times and Jagged had even asked Marinette to design some of his album covers. She was so shocked to see him, here on her date with Adrien, that she just stared open mouthed up at the stage.

Jagged looked down at her and shot her a wink. “This next song is for my favorite little lady, and her handsome boy.” He began playing a slow love song, and Adrien gently spun Marinette around to where she was facing him. He put his hands casually on her hips, and instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck, rose still in hand.

“Do you know Jagged Stone?” Adrien said, loud enough to be heard over the music. The shock in his voice was still heard, despite the loudness of the room.

Marinette smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I’ve designed album covers for him before. He’s come and done a reality show at my parent’s bakery. We... kind of go way back.”

Adrien was beaming, “You are so cool,” he gushed as he pulled her closer. She allowed herself to be swept up by Adrien and the song.

They danced until the end of the song, when the whole crowd was staring at the two of them, rather than Jagged. Jagged was looking at them too, and he said into the microphone, “Well kiss her already!” Marinette and Adrien laughed, but Adrien did as he was told and leaned down to kiss her. This one lasted longer than it probably should have, with all of these people watching, but between the romantic dancing and the song, Marinette didn’t have it in herself to care.

They broke apart when Jagged began another song, this one more upbeat than the last. Adrien and Marinette danced for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes. When Jagged waved goodbye to the audience, Marinette and Adrien were whisked away. They said their goodbyes, including snagging a couple of kisses, before being steered toward their respective cars.

As Marinette was getting into hers, a cold hand grabbed her bare upper arm, and she turned to face their direction. Gabriel had Marinette’s arm in a death grip and he looked furious. So much for Gabriel not finding out about my slip-up. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re still doing here, Miss Dupain-Cheng. You may have Adrien wrapped around your finger, but you will not be allowed to win this competition. I have been working too hard for this to fall apart because my weak son has seen fit to fall for a nobody and ruin all of my plans. So, make this easier on everyone and go home.” The last words were hissed out between his teeth as he abruptly let go of her arm.

Gabriel turned on his heel and went to walk away, but stopped short at the sight of Adrien standing in front of him. Adrien looked livid. He was more Chat Noir now than ever, and Marinette honestly thought that he may call for Plagg and cataclysm his father right here.

Then Marinette remembered that both Tikki and Plagg were at Master Fu’s.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her or any of the other girls again, do you understand? I am capable of making my own decisions and I do not appreciate you threatening one of my girls.”

Both father and son shared the same look, hatred and anger boiling together. Gabriel was the first one to walk away, brushing past Adrien without so much as a glance. Adrien turned towards Marinette, the fire still alight in his eyes. “Are you hurt?” His voice was cold, but she knew that it wasn’t aimed at her.

“No, but I may have a bruise tomorrow.” Marinette conceded. She had unconsciously grabbed the place where Gabriel had grabbed her, making her look as though she had been injured, despite her words.

“Make sure no one else finds out about this, okay?” His voice softened with every word and he reached out to gently run his fingers over her shoulders. He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something and instead leaned down and kissed her on the cheek with a whispered, “I love you,” before he turned away and walked to his own car.

Marinette was silent the whole trip back, and this time she couldn’t find it in herself to sleep.

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mythiica · 5 years ago

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Hello, can I request a A-Z SFW alphabet (2) Lancelot of IkeRev. Thank you and congrats 😊❤️🎉

Title: Lancelot SFW Alphabet

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Lancelot Kingsley

Genre: hc!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1151 words

POV: second person

Other comments: oof this was long hope u like tho

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

Give him love! He is not outwardly affectionate, especially in terms of PDA

However, hand holding makes him a bit more confident if he is trying something new

Lance would otherwise show his affection with small kisses when no one is looking (or is, he’s the King, he doesn’t care)

Thoughtful compliments - not just “you are beautiful” but more deep things like “I value your opinions” and “You being here means the world to me”

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

You’d probably be the mom friend and have to remind him to get some sleep once in a while

He’d be super loyal though: he doesn’t want to lose you as a friend after what happened in the past

Going off of the Alice game theme, it is likely the two of you would bond over pure stubbornness

ie you won’t stop pestering him about doing something one way and it ends up working… so now he thinks very highly of you and considers you a good friend (even if he won’t say it aloud)

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

Occasional cuddles; he’s not a cuddle bug but he’s not against it either

Maybe he’s had a long day and the first thing he wants to do is lie against you

Pet his hair while he’s complaining about Edgar and Jonah and Lance will absolutely melt

Or, if he’s the big spoon, he squeezes you tightly for good measure

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

Lance values his duty as king and likely would not revert to a country home on the side of a hill

Cooking… is edible…

Knows how to keep neat, but he does not consciously clean

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

It would be painful for him, please believe that

He thinks that you will be safer and better off without him

Lancelot is not the best at saying goodbye, so he will probably avoid you at all costs…

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

Originally saw marriage as a political alliance, but really does want to get married

He’d plan the proposal and make it as magical as he possibly can

The wedding would be elaborate in decoration and detail, but smaller in terms of attendance (he wants the people important to him to attend)

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

Physically? Depends, but he tends to be gentle because he’s worried of hurting you by accidentally being too rough

Emotionally? He needs some work before he’s “gentle”

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

Same with cuddling, not the biggest hugger, but appreciates an embrace from time to time

His hugs envelop you with a sense of serenity and safeness

When you press against his chest, Lancelot feels at peace and it is a good way to reduce stress!

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

Not going off of canon, but it will take him some time

Lancelot still feels like he has to go a long way to prove himself, so don’t pressure him into saying something

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, he just has to learn for himself how he defines love

When he does say it, it comes naturally and it feels natural too

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

JEALOUS BOYO

Especially if you’re talking with Jonah, Sirius, or Harr. Or anyone.

If he’s next to you though, he feels better about it

When he gets jealous, expect him to try to leave the situation (with or without you)

To remedy this, you only need to squeeze his hand and help engage him into the conversation!

Not that you would purposefully ignore him, but that would make him a bit jealous too

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

He can do soft kisses to heated kisses to not-appropriate-for-a-sfw-hc type kiss

Lancelot prefers to kiss your lips, but he does not mind exploring your jaw and neck

Adores temple kisses and occasionally palm kisses (makes his fingers tingle a bit)

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

A bit weary at first, but comes to kind of like playing with them

Who else is going to ask about his fourth favourite robe to wear????

He hasn’t considered that like ever

But Lance is not the best person to handle kids if they get antsy or misbehave

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

If it’s a soft sleep-in-late morning, Lance will either sleep through it, with his leg over you, or he will sit up and read a bit until you wake up

He likes it when you nuzzle against him

In which case, he will set the book down to hug you and make sure the blanket is covering you well

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

Lancelot is probably doing paperwork/organizing things for the next day, so he’ll need some coaxing to turn in for the night

Nights might include showers/baths together, you brushing his hair gently, maybe a spa night sometimes

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

It’s cannon that it takes Lance a bit of time to open up properly

When he does trust you, Lance will sit you down and explain that he has a long story to tell you

He doesn’t want any secrets between the two of you, and so he wants to set an example and clear the air

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depending on the situation, he can be patient or not

Try not to anger him, he won’t lash out on purpose but he doesn’t like being wrong in a situation

Lance is good at weighing his options and coming to his own conclusions

Furthermore, he’s used to doing things alone, so don’t force him to suddenly have patience that he’s not used to practicing

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

REMEMBERS EVERYTHING

Or, at least, he tries to

he likes to remember the small things and then surprise you with it later

for example: if you mention your fav flower, he’ll plant an area in the garden a month later

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

it was an ordinary date, just the two of you and the full moon

you stopped at the fountain to splash him with water and he thought it was cute

when you spun around, hair fanning out, he swore you looked like an angel for a moment

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

HYPER PROTECTIVE

wants to shield you from everything in the world and hopes that you never have to see the horrors of things

specifically wants to shelter you from the past

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

A LOT OF EFFORT

Especially if it is an anniversary date, he will plan it at least a week in advance (depending on what anni it is)

Gifts are always meaningful and unique

Dates are never repeated

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

When he gets stressed, he picks at his hair/runs his fingers through it

Sleeps super late and sometimes wakes up with heavy under eye bags

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

Depends, but can be medium vain? Not as much as Jonah but more than other members?

Likes to look put together

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

Absolutely

Once he’s attached to you emotionally, he’d feel like he’s lost something if you ever left

Not clingy per say, but really likes having you at his side and would not want it any other way

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

??? is nervous when the two of you meet with Harr and SIrius after everything

He’s… not shy, but he’s nervous because he doesn’t really want to talk too much

But he opens up a bit more and all of you get some good laughs

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

Someone who is not loyal or does not follow through with their promises

As king, qualities like loyalty are really important to Lance, so if his partner betrays him, it will crush him

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

What is sleep

When he does manage to sleep, it’s usually light sleep (wakes up easily)

Sometimes has nightmares! Hold him please

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honeylikewords · 5 years ago

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my dear friend and incredible writer- can we hear some of your sweet sweet thoughts on agent whiskey and his lady love when she's having pms/on her period? xoxo thank you and no worries if not!

First of all, oh my gosh, what compliments! I feel so flattered! You’re gonna make me blush! Second of all, of course! Let’s jump right in!

(Yes, I know this is a gif from Narcos, but there aren’t many gifs of Jack, so I had to improvise!)

I think Jack both wouldn’t want to make a huge deal of the situation, but also want to be as helpful as possible.

On one hand, making a massive fuss over a very regular and normal part of human biology presenting itself in his beloved would be kind of embarrassing; he doesn’t want to alienate her from her body and experiences by acting like it’s some strange, abnormal, dangerous thing to be menstruating.

It’s perfectly normal and, while painful, not necessarily something he feels comfortable injecting himself into: it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but he is concerned that making a fuss would make her embarrassed, or would seem like he was inserting himself into a private element of her body’s functioning, one that she’s not ready to share with him. What if worrying over her made her feel ashamed, or like he was prying into a part of her life that she feels isn’t for him to know about?

On the other hand... Jack is very protective, and his sweetheart enduring any kind of pain (or even mild discomfort) makes him nervous and stressed. All he wants to do is make her happy and comfortable; if he had his way, he’d spoil her rotten and she’d never have to lift a finger, so her having to routinely endure something as frustrating and painful as, well, her cycle makes him feel helpless, as if he’s failed her in some way.

The moment he notices her wincing or rubbing at her stomach, or feels her squirming in bed because she’s unable to sleep from the pain, his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach, wracked with sadness and a sense of failure; what can he do for her? How can he make it better? How can he best serve her needs without making her feel put-upon or embarrassed?

So he’s constantly caught in a tug of war within himself, trying to decide if he should “mind his own business” or mother-hen her, following her around to see what she needs. Jack tends to hover nearby her, asking little, probing questions; “Are you hungry?”, he’ll ask gently. “Tired?”

He’ll try to brush off his inquiries as normal day-to-day check-ins, asking her how she’s feeling and if there’s anything she’d like for him to get for her. He’s not used to flat-out asking “are you on your period?”, worried that it’ll seem too brusque or demeaning (what if she thought he was being sexist and assuming that any unhappiness or moodiness from her had to be linked to her cycle?).

Still, his need to care for her often overwhelms and outweighs his shyness, so he’ll end up hovering around her, bringing her pain relievers, food, a warm pad, honeyed tea in a nice big mug, all served with a smile and soft reminders of his love for her, like kisses to her temple and the gentle brushing of his fingers over her hair. Jack likes to show himself as a capable, caring provider, and he takes particular care of his little lady to the best of his ability.

As they grow more accustomed to being in a relationship and expressing some of the more “embarrassing” parts of being in one, she’ll come to him first and tell her she’s on her cycle and that she’s starting to hurt, and needs her big, sweet boy to comfort her.

One of her favorite ways to spend time together and feel a little relief is sitting on his lap, back pressed to his chest, his large hands holding a heating pad to her belly, softly kneading as they watch a show and talk, cuddled under a blanket. If she gets back pain from her cycle, she can point to where it hurts and Jack’s strong hands will be there, massaging and unclenching the muscles with professional precision. He’s also an incredible back-cracker and can make her feel light as a feather by giving her a big, squeezing hug and lifting her up, popping her stiff vertebrae and leaving her with a giddily dizzy head and a significantly less sore back.

Jack also like to take initiative during her cycle to buy her little odds and ends to make her feel better and bring them home as a surprise: he gifts her with snacks he knows she likes, a DVD of a movie she loves, a stuffed animal he thinks is “not nearly as cute as her” but “hoped would make her smile”, a face mask; anything he comes across that seems like it’d lift her spirits if she’s having a particularly rough go of it.

As for any mood swings, that’s where Jack runs into a little trouble. He can start to walk on eggshells around her and seem hesitant to broach any meaningful topics, opting to defer to silly trivialities and fluff. She can get frustrated with him when he acts like that; it’s not like she’s going to lash out at him, after all, so he can talk to her the same way he’d talk to her any other week of the month.

However, she does have an increased propensity for crying at movies with death (especially tragic ones, like the loss of a pet, child, or family member) and any depiction of babies. Jack actually finds it rather endearing, and doesn’t mind scooping her to his chest and rubbing her back, cooing that it’ll all turn out alright (or, in the case of babies, that, yes, the baby is very wonderful, but that there’s no need to weep). He loves cuddling her up to him and feeling like her emotional rock, holding her steady as she sobs over a Pampers ad that showed a preemie baby holding their mother’s hand. He thinks it’s the cutest thing that she’s so sensitive!

He’s also perfectly capable of doling out heaps of compliments and an endless stream of affections, especially if she becomes self-conscious of her body or looks during her cycle, as many women are wont to do. Jack will lean against the wall where she’s fretting over the mirror and talk, distracting her as best he can.

“You have such beautiful eyes, babydoll,” he drawls, smiling sweetly. “And my goodness, what a figure! Finer than sugar and twice as sweet!”

When she won’t look away from the mirror, self-critical and scowling at her reflection, Jack takes an anxious step towards her and touches her shoulder, taking her chin in a gentle hand and steering her gaze towards himself.

“Eyes over here,” he murmurs. “Do you hear my words?”

“Mm,” she noncommittally rumbles. Her eyes flit back to the shining siren of the mirror’s scrutiny.

“Repeat them back to me, please.” Jack pushes his nose against the swell of her cheek, still holding her jaw to prevent her from turning back to the mirror. “I’d like to hear it from you.”

“You said I have...”

She pauses, the air heavy with self-consciousness and hesitance. He kisses her cheek lightly, a silent go-ahead. She sighs, but nods, accepting.

“You said I have beautiful eyes,” she repeats softly. “And that you... like my figure.”

“I love your figure,” he responds, lowering his hands to squeeze her hips and tug her out of the range of the mirror, into a space where they can focus exclusively on each other without distraction. “And I love your hair. I love your smile. I love everything. Even the weird stuff no one mentions in love songs.”

At that, she giggles a little, allowing him to pull her close, into a swaying motion, cheeks pressed together.

“I love your eyebrows and your nose, your ears,” he chuckles. “I love your teeth and your hands, I love your knees--”

“My knees?,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Really?”

“Well, yeah, honey. They’re what letcha dance so nicely!”

She leans in and kisses his cheek, rolling her eyes lovingly at his odd suggestion, but something in Jack’s tone conveys sincerity, adoration, truth. She suspects her really does harbor a genuine love for her knees, and the thought warms her in and out.

After a quiet beat, Jack speaks again.

“And I love your heart and soul,” he adds, barely a whisper. “I think that’s the prettiest part of you. That big, sweet heart. Sweeter ‘n anything I could have imagined comin’ into my life.”

Jack’s arms fetter around her, a little tighter than before, cleaving her close to his warm, firm body. She rests her head on his shoulder and listens to the sound of his breathing, forgetting about cramps or bloating or hormonal acne or anything else that had been floating in her mind, making her so anxious. All she can hear is Jack’s deep, consistent, rumbling breaths, the cool whisper of his voice.

“And I love you, all of you, just exactly the way you are.”

“Even when I’m moody and fussy and messy and tired?,” she asks tentatively.

She feels Jack’s hand rise to press softly on her hair, petting along its length gently, and he nods, cheek against the crown of her head as they hug, swaying on their heels a little.

“Especially then,” he chuckles. “Somehow, especially then.”

“Why?”

��‘Cause I see you just the way you are, nothin’ in the way, no make-believe, and I still love you. And that’s how I know you’re the one for me.”

They stand in silence for a moment, mulling over the words shared. When she looks up, her eyes are slightly dewy, bordering on tears, and Jack coos, rubbing a thumb along the curve of her cheek comfortingly.

“Aw, honeybee, babydoll, sweetness, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean t’ make you cry--”

“I love you so, so, so much, Jack,” she interrupts. “And my stomach hurts and my head’s a little dizzy, and I’m not entirely sure if that’s the period stuff or how much I love you, but I think it’s a little of both, and I just--!”

Her voice breaks and she throws her arms around his neck, burying herself in the crook of his neck as she weeps with ardor. Jack tenses, concerned, then allows himself to melt into her, rubbing her back and hushing her as a besotted smile spread over his face.

“I love you, too, little missus. Now, come on; lemme getcha comfy on the couch so you’re not dizzy, and I’ll getcha the warm thingie, and we’ll set up a nice movie for you.”

“And you’ll stay and cuddle?,” she asks, plaintive.

“Goes without saying,” chuckles Jack. “Wouldn’t leave your side for the world.”

And they both know, as they walk towards the living room, that it’s far from hyperbole.

#messages #anonymous #gif warning #jack daniels #agent whiskey #kingsman #this one isn't as long as the other one but i wanted to get it out sooner!!#plus it's Surprisingly Hard to form a cohesive narrative from the idea of menstruation without getting a little uhhhh... well i'll just say #it can be tough! anyway #i had fun with this and i hope y'all have fun reading it! again it's not very long (only like 1.7 k) but i hope it's heartwarming!#and comforting for any individual on their cycle!!

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coffeecomicsgalore · 5 years ago

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Chasing Feelings

Summary: Adrien is entranced with Marinette and her voice.

Ao3

Day 4: Your Voice

Marinette sat up from her bed exhausted from the sleep that never came. She spent most of the night trying to separate her thoughts between Adrien and Chat. To say that she didn’t feel something for either boy would be a lie, especially since she admitted it to Tikki the night before, but she couldn’t lie to herself that she has felt more confused than she has in weeks.

In her superhero form, Chat had been sprinkling in his sweet charm, filling her heart with so much warmth and love that she couldn’t imagine a life where he wasn’t around, and even though it was an accident, the sweetness Adrien provided with those beautiful flowers really brightened up the soft spot in her heart. Then in her civilian form, Chat has started to become a companion and friend when she needed someone the most while Adrien has swooped in and stood alongside her when her temper started to get the better of her against Lila.

In the end, both boys were trying to kill her with love and kindness that she has no idea what to do.

Tikki uttered a sigh of frustration. “Again, I think the only way you will solve this unknown is if you find out Chat Noir’s identity. Then you can see whether or not they are one in the same and if not, then you can figure out what to do from there.”

“Are you saying that he is or that he isn’t the same? Because it sounds like you want me to find out so I can stop moping around because maybe Adrien is Chat and that’s why you are so calm about everything!” Marinette responded in a frustrated tone.

“I’m saying nothing of the sort. All I’m saying is that you have every right to know who the miraculous user of the black cat is since you are the guardian and not knowing is eating at you from the inside.”

Marinette scowled at Tikki momentarily forcing herself to move away from the conversation. This was not something she wanted to discuss about this early in the morning.

She made her way to her desk, touching the flower petals from each bouquet so softly afraid they would fall and break if she pressed them too hard. She noticed the way each bouquet looked fairly the same, only adding fuel to the thoughts that surrounded her. She wanted to pretend that Chat Noir and Adrien used the same florist, but something eating at her is telling her something else.

Diminishing those thoughts, Marinette made her way to get ready for the day. She didn’t want to think about the two boys, knowing that just doing so would tear her apart. So, for today, she would just try to focus on the day ahead and just enjoy the happier thoughts for now. She needed to prep herself to talk to Adrien anyways; the thoughtful flowers needed to be thanked for and acting like a stuttering mess would not be in the cards. She soon found herself thinking back to the flowers, unconsciously humming an utterly sweet tune in the process.

No matter how much she tried, it seemed that the flowers, the blond boy with green eyes and a model smile, and a blond boy with silly puns and cat ears stayed on her mind most of the morning. She continued to hum as she made her way downstairs, prompting a smirk from both her parents. She hummed on the way to school, only stopping long enough to have a meaningful conversation between her friends. As she broke away from the girls, the soft hum started back up again.

Adrien was standing near the group of girls, talking to Nino and Kim about the race in PE when Adrien heard the soft sound. He looked up and wandered away to follow the tune, completely ignoring the conversation mid sentence. Kim and Nino looked to each other in confusion, heads tilted over the abruptness of his departure. Alya watched the interaction, eyebrows perked as she saw Adrien make his way towards the locker room.

When Adrien turned the corner, Marinette was standing at her locker, looking radiant and calm, something he hadn’t seen in some time. The thoughts washed through him again, making his heart flutter. Making his way quietly towards the raven-haired girl, he could see the smile spreading across her face, her soft eyes glowing with happiness.

Marinette closed her locker and turned her head, jumping a bit to see Adrien standing a few centimeters away. “Adrien.” She announced easily, her voice just as soft as her eyes.

“Hey, Marinette. I-” Adrien just realized how weird this might have been. He followed her from the hallway just to hear her hum. “I, uh...”

Marinette giggled. She felt brave. He brought her those flowers last night, there’s no mistake about that. She can be just as brave.

“My maman told me a cute boy brought by flowers last night.” Adrien blushed. “She wasn’t wrong.” She cupped his cheek and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Doing it as Ladybug was one thing, but doing it as her civilian self was another. “Thank you for thinking of me. They’re absolutely beautiful.”

Adrien pressed his fingers to his cheek, brushing the lingering sensation of her kiss. “You-you’re welcome, Marinette. Like I said in the note, if you need anyone to lean on or to protect you or to talk to, you can always count on me. I mean it.”

The first bell rang startling them both. Marinette grabbed Adrien’s hand and squeezed it. “I will. Thanks for standing by me when Lila tried to attack me. You have no idea how much that meant to me.”

Not wanting to let her hand go, Adrien twisted his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. It was her turn to blush but she didn’t turn away. “I’ll walk you to class?”

Marinette nodded and allowed Adrien to guide her. She mentally thanked herself for prepping well this morning, especially seeing that she was able to speak to him without stammering. Then allowing him to hold her hand this way? Never in a million years would she be able to do it without melting into a puddle. Externally, she was completely fine, cool, and collective. Internally, though, she was a raging mess, confused as heck as to why Adrien has all of a sudden ‘found’ her, and is now treating her differently than the friendship he’s always claimed to have. Did he think this was another friendly thing to do? Or is he actually seeing her in a different light? Whatever this is, she is just going to relish in it now and scream into her pillow later.

Upon entering the class, all eyes were on the two seemingly innocent friends. Alya stared wide-eyed while Nino adjusted his cap. Lila scowled and Mylene, Rose, and Juleka let out a loud gasp. Alix and Kim were ready to exchange money when they heard Chloe grunt in anger.

“What is this!” Chloe huffed. “Adrikins. Why are you holding her hand?”

Adrien looked down at their intertwined hands and shrugged. Marinette felt a little embarrassed and started to remove her fingers when Adrien held her hand a bit tighter. “I didn’t realize I needed a reason to hold Marinette’s hand.”

“You want to deal yourself with this... with this commoner? She’s beneath you!” She hissed.

Adrien was seeing red. “The only thing that’s beneath me, Chloe, is your attitude. I suggest you change it.”

Chloe was taken back and confused over the anger. She had never seen him angry before. She murmured her “utterly ridiculous” before sitting back down, everyone now scowling at her over her gross words. Adrien turned to Marinette and noticed her coil into herself, tears threatening to fall at the corner of her eyes. Not skipping a beat, Adrien picked wrapped her into a hug until the tension in her shoulders dropped. “I told you I would be here for you. To protect you and to talk to. Okay?”

Marinette nodded in return. “Thank you,” she said so softly only Adrien could hear, “for standing up for me.”

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When free period came, Marinette made her way to the art room, looking to be mostly alone with people who didn’t speculate or criticize her. She walked into the classroom and noticed it was empty, letting out a breath of relief at the notion of being freely alone.

She took out her sketch book and put on a playlist, humming along as she sketched. Most of the time, her sketchbook was filled with designs from the atmosphere around her, jotting down ideas that inspire her in their element. Other times, like right now, she would sketch whatever came into her mind, mindlessly dumping any anxiety or sadness that was hidden beneath the veneer. Humming mindlessly to the first song, she started to sketch the flowers that sat on her desk. She closed her eyes and visually remembered them, drawing whatever she could grasp while simultaneously bringing back the happiness that surrounded her this morning.

A few minutes in, her hand was relaxed and the tension in her shoulders were gone. A new song crossed her playlist and couldn’t help but sing along with the lyrics.

Exiting the library, Adrien made his way to the bathroom when he heard the voice. The sound intrigued him in the same way the hum entranced him earlier and he made his way to follow it. Glancing towards the open door, he noticed Marinette sitting peacefully at the table, pencil moving in quick strokes while she sang sweetly alongside the music that played through her earbuds. Every so often, she would stop singing and poke her tongue out the side of her mouth in sheer concentration, finishing whatever line she was currently working on. She would then shift in her seat and start singing again.

Adrien couldn’t move as he was captivated by her voice. The sounds emanating from her were sweet and heavenly. Adrien has heard her sing before during the Jagged Stone concert, but it was rock music and it was while he was Chat Noir, so hearing her as Adrien and singing something calming was both intriguing and enjoyable. He hovered at the door as he watched her closely, reveling in the music that came from her lungs.

Nathaniel and Alix made their way back to the art room, but noticed the model standing at the doorway. They both watched him closely, chuckling to themselves as they witnessed Adrien’s trademark heart eyes, the ones he only made towards Marinette.

Marinette stopped to admire her work when she felt a presence in the doorway. She looked up and noticed Adrien smiling resulting in a loud squeak from her as she removed the earbuds from her ears.

Adrien instantly realized what he had been doing, prompting an onslaught of incoherent words in a jumbled-up mess. Marinette could only blush and giggle, fearing that if she were to say something to him it would come out the same. Rubbing his neck nervously, he breathed out to mentally prepare his next sentence, getting it out completely and coherently. “You have a really pretty voice, Marinette. You know... playing the piano can get lonely sometimes. Maybe you would want to get together and do a duet with me?” Adrien blushed. “I mean, as friends, right? I mean, it would be cool, and a duet with your voice and my piano would sound so nice, and... ugh.” Okay, so not completely free of idiocy.

Marinette blushed. “Yea- yeah. That sounds nice. As. Friends...”

Adrien mentally slapped himself. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later?”

Marinette smiled sadly. “I’ll see you later.”

Adrien turned to see Alix and Nathaniel, arms crossed and looking amused. Adrien just groaned as he made his way towards the bathroom.

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marril96 · 6 years ago

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The Fangirl and the Star

Chapter 2: If This Was a Fanfiction

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: You and Rowena meet up, and things get steamy.

Warning: NSFW

Editor: @oswinthestrange

You had just enough time to take a quick shower, throw on fresh, clean clothes, and run out the door in a hurry before the clock struck seven. You didn't even eat lunch, and, strangely enough, you didn't feel hungry. Food seemed to be of no importance. Your stomach was empty, but instead of churning with hunger it fluttered with thousands of butterflies batting their little wings, a swarm of pleasant vibrations that still, even hours later, made you tremble.

Rowena MacLeod, the star of The CW's highest rated show, the superstar of your daydreams, was waiting at you at her hotel.

It still seemed unreal, unnatural, more like a fantasy than reality. You'd pinched yourself a few times throughout the day just to make sure it wasn't a dream.

It was as real as the moon hanging in the sky, full and bright, lighting up the streets you walked on your way to your meeting place.

Hotel Allure towered over all other buildings in its vicinity. Huge and white, it almost glowed in the dark. It looked like one of the hotels Ruth, Rowena's character, would stay in and use magic to get out of paying for it. It certainly was pricey. You didn't have to look at the price tag to know that. Its grandiose interior, and lush, rich exterior, proved it.

You gave Rowena's room's door a tentative knock. Your heart beat wildly as if in a race, guaranteed to win it even at the price of your death. Despite your best efforts to remain calm and collected, you were shaking. Shivers bubbled up over your skin, hairs standing straight and sharp like needles. The back of your neck was on fire, nervous tingles spilling down your back in a cascade of lava, boiling you from the inside bit by bit, cell by cell, nerve by nerve.

This couldn't be real. It just couldn't. Yet it was, and Rowena was right there behind that polished white door, and you didn't know how to process that. You'd had hours, and you still hadn't found a way to put everything in perspective, to get yourself to accept the reality that felt more like a daydream than any daydream you'd ever conjured up. Rowena had chosen you. She'd openly flirted with you and had eventually invited you over to her hotel room. Those were facts.

Or maybe you'd fainted before you'd gotten to say that first "Hi" and all of this was a very realistic lucid dream, and instead of in Rowena's hotel you were sprawled on a hospital bed, drooling on a pillow while your friends and family were in the process of losing their minds with worry in an overcrowded, smelly waiting room.

The door opened, and with it your thoughts shattered like glass, returning you back to the reality that was very much real. Rowena stood by the door. She was clad in a dress that was so red that it might have been made of blood. The fabric looked soft, and hugged her every curve perfectly, as if it was molded to the shape of her body. Thick, curly locks of hair fell over her shoulders like crimson waterfalls. Her lips were a darker red, blood that had dried, and the matching polish adorned her long nails, painted fresh, clean, flawless. She looked mesmerizing.

You, on the other hand, looked as if you'd thrown on the first pieces of clothing you could get your hands on and left the house in a hurry without even looking yourself in the mirror.

"I knew you would come," Rowena said. Her voice matched her look; classy, regal, that delicious accent thick in every word.

This was an opportunity of a lifetime. Who wouldn't come? You blushed as if someone had spilled boiling water in your face. "Hi, Rowena," you said shyly, like a good, honest girl.

Good, honest girls didn't meet with strangers for offers of one night stands.

Screw them, you decided. Like Rowena's character had said in season one, nice girls were pathetic. Here was to evil skanks!

Rowena flashed you her thousand watt smile that made you melt. "Hello, darling," she said sweetly, genuinely, as if this was just a normal friendly visit.

Maybe for her it was. For you it was anything but.

"Come on it."

She stepped aside, movements graceful as that of a dancer, and opened the door wide. Wrapping your arms around yourself nervously, you walked in. The room was as fancy as the rest of the hotel, furniture polished, antique yet new-looking, paintings of artists unknown adorning the spotless white walls. A queen-sized bed stood by the wall; you eyed it cautiously, took in the silky sheets the same color as Rowena's lipstick, and blushed harder. Was this where it would happen? Would it happen at all?

"You like?" Rowena asked, noticing your stare.

You flinched as if she'd pinched you. "Yeah. It's a beautiful room." Beautiful was an understatement. There were no words to truly describe the beauty, the sheer elegance of it. It fit a queen like Rowena perfectly. Whoever had booked it knew her well.

"My favourite part is the bed," she said, a meaningful smile spreading over her mouth. "And the bath, of course."

You felt as if you'd spontaneously combusted, so close to death's door. This woman would be the end of you. "It's really pretty," you said shyly. An image of you wrapped up in those crimson sheets and Rowena's pale arms and legs flashed in your mind for a brief moment. You shook it away. It was too early for that. Maybe you'd gotten this all wrong. Maybe she didn't want to sleep with you after all.

If that was the case, why would she invite you over? Why would she flirt with you? Why would she dress up the way you'd often had Ruth dress up in your fanfictions, complete with red nails you found incredibly hot, and give you that smile that suggested more than any words ever could?

"Come sit." Rowena motioned for the bed, that smile never leaving her mouth. Small but brilliant. Secretive yet open like a book.

You did as she asked. The bed was soft. You could imagine yourself lying in it, sleeping in it tangled in her arms as her heart slowly beat against your ear like a lullaby. Rowena had already slept in it. The realization made your heart skip a beat. You were sitting on a place she'd slept, a place where she was most vulnerable. A place where you would most likely lie very, very soon. You wondered if the sheets smelled like her. If, if the two of you ended up having sex, you would smell like her. You hoped so.

"Would you like anything?" Rowena asked. "Water? Juice? Wine?"

"A glass of water, please." Your mouth felt as if stuffed with cotton. You needed relief.

"Coming right up."

She handed you your water, in her hand a glass half-filled with burgundy liquid. You gulped down half the glass. She slowly sipped her wine, taking you in, watching you like a predator carefully observing their prey in search of weaknesses. Ready to strike at any given opportunity.

"I'm really glad you came, Y/N," Rowena said, breaking the short silence that had befallen you.

"I-me, too," you muttered. Not many would miss an opportunity like this.

She grinned. "Tonight is going to be so much fun."

A new rush of heat swept over you, burned at your cheeks like a hard slap. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Rowena said happily. "Anything you want." She winked and purred, "Anything."

Expect her to be naughty. You took a breath for courage. "Do you always invite strangers to your hotel room?"

"No," she said, and her tone screamed honesty. She wasn't lying. "Just you."

This piqued your interest. "Why me?"

"Because you're special."

"How so?" What made you more special than all the other girls and boys who adored her just as much, if not more?

Rowena sighed. "You seem like such a dedicated fan. Your art and stories are wonderful. And the posts you make You really know how to make a girl feel wanted."

Posts?

Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.

The posts! She'd seen the posts. It made sense; she'd discovered your Tumblr, and it was only natural that she'd browsed it. And, in the process, had come across the posts you'd made about her. Objectifying her. Talking about what you wanted to do to her, what you wished she'd do to you. Pouring your heart out, all your fantasies out in the open behind the protection of anonymity and far away from her. Or so you'd thought.

Your throat tightened as if someone had squeezed it. You took a sip of water. "I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Don't be," Rowena said, and she meant it. "We've all got our fantasies."

True, but usually the object of said fantasies didn't stand in front of you and watched you like you were a fancy meal on a platter.

"You seemed so invested in me," she continued. "I wanted to meet you, but we never happened to be in the same state." She made a face of distaste. "This country is awfully large. Then I saw you talk about going to my panel, and I finally had my chance."

You felt as if you'd just been hit by a truck. Rowena wanted to meet you. Despite all the inappropriate things you'd written about her, about her character, she wanted to meet you. It took all you self-control to keep a scream from tearing free. She had really chosen you. Out of thousands of people, she had chosen you.

"The purple hex bag was a nice idea, don't you think?" she asked.

You nodded. Nice idea, indeed. Very sneaky. Very her. "Why?"

"You're a fascinating girl, Y/N.," she said honestly. "I wanted to see what you were like behind the screen name."

"By inviting me over for sex?" you blurted out.

"By giving you my room number," she corrected. "What happens is entirely up to you. We can talk. We can dine. We can pretend this never happened and go our separate ways. Or we can have sex. It's your choice."

You gulped. "My choice?"

Rowena laughed. "Did you think I was going to force you? I can assure you, my dear, I've never done such a thing, and I don't plan on starting now."

Your cheeks flushed, this time from embarrassment. She wouldn't hurt you. She was practically a stranger, but you knew you were safe with her. Yes, she was intimidating, and yes, being around her made you feel like she had more control over your body than you, but she wasn't a threat. She didn't feel like a threat.

A threat to your sanity, perhaps, but not to your safety.

"I didn't mean it like that," you said timidly.

"I know, dear." A chuckle slipped free from her ruby lips, a perfect match to the teasing in her tone. She liked to play games, liked to rile you up, push limits just to see how much you could take. She liked to drive you to the edge and look over to see if you would fall.

"Um, I…" What were you going to say? You weren't sure. Other than her being here and driving you insane, you weren't sure of anything anymore.

Rowena cocked her head to the side, beckoning for you to continue. "Yes?"

"I'd like to stay." You had to force the words out, throat tight and dry as if stuffed with cotton. You sipped on your water to relieve the pressure, but it didn't do much. "Here. With you."

Her face lit up. "It pleases me immensely to hear that."

You wanted to please her very immensely. You didn't dare say it out loud.

"So," she said, "what would you like to do?"

Kill me now! "Um…"

"There's plenty of activities we can engage in," she said, suggestion clear in her tone. She raised an eyebrow. "Or are you interested in one particular activity?"

You wanted to disappear off the face of the earth and never be seen again. "I am," you said in a voice that was supposed to be confident but ended up coming out as a squeak much alike that of an appliance in need of severe oiling.

Rowena laughed heartily, with the same confidence you lacked. "Of course you are! You're a girl who knows what she wants, aren't you?"

"I suppose."

"We're not so different, you and I," she said.

You looked up at her, curious. "How so?"

"We both know what we want, and we take it no matter what."

"I don't know about that," you said shyly. "Wanting, sure, but I don't think I'm all that good at taking."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're here, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but…" But you'd only taken advantage of the opportunity she'd laid out in front of you. It was as much taking what you wanted as it was accepting a desired but unrequested present.

"But nothing," Rowena said. She finished her wine and set her glass aside, her eyes, so big, so green, so cat-like you, for a second, wondered if they glowed in the dark, burning into yours with the intensity of a thousand fires. You felt small under her gaze, vulnerable, exposed. She seemed to sense it, and it amused her to no end. It wasn't just her eyes that were reminiscent of a cat's — all of her was. And you were the mouse, captured, wounded, helpless in your attempts to get away for she was in power, she was in control, and she was too hungry to let you escape. But first she wanted to play.

The only difference was, you wanted to play, too. You were just too much of a coward to make the first move.

Luckily for you, you didn't have to. Rowena walked over to you, stroll slow, careful, confident just like back on the stage a few hours ago. You looked her over as she stopped, took her in in all her regal glory. She was a statue of red, elegant, beautiful, the finest work of art you'd ever laid your eyes on. The flowery scent followed her every move, radiated off her; you breathed it in, made a note to sear it into your brain. You never wanted to forget it. You never wanted to forget her.

"Go on, love," she purred deliciously, sending your body into overdrive, "take it."

It took you a few seconds to regain your composure. "W-what?"

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Her perfectly manicured red fingernail trailed from her breasts down to her stomach. "What you've always wanted?"

You gulped. "I-yes." It came out as a whisper, but she heard it and smiled.

"Then take it. It's yours." She brought a hand to your cheek and stroked it, cupped it with utmost tenderness. You shivered at the touch, then leaned into it, savoring the sensation. "What was it you said in one of your posts? What did you want to do to me?"

Talking about it was one thing. Doing it was something completely different. Besides, it was just a fantasy. You never thought you'd get a chance to act on it with the woman herself.

"You can do it," Rowena continued. "That and so much more. Tonight, I'm all yours, darling."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, spilled through your body like poison. Could you really do it? Would she really let you touch her like that, let you take control?

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Aye," she replied. "This is your night. You make all the rules."

No pressure or anything.

"Don't be shy," she said, noticing your confliction. She leaned down, nose almost touching yours, cheek brushing against yours, and whispered, "If this was a fanfiction, what would you do?"

You willed yourself to meet her eyes. There was confidence in them, that same challenge that always seemed to be there. Do it, it said. Take me. She wanted it, wanted you just as much as you wanted her. Wanted you to take the first step, to make the first move, to do with her as you pleased just like in your fanfictions. Just like in your deepest, most private fantasies.

You stood up. Your legs were trembling, but they managed to keep you upright without an issue. Taking a deep breath for courage, you laid your hands on Rowena's shoulders. The fabric of her dress was soft underneath your fingers, tender, finest silk indeed. You slowly slid your hands down her arms, then ran them back up, taking her in, feeling her, absorbing her.

Rowena's eyes followed your movements like a hawk, an amused smile flickering on her mouth. You ignored her, focusing solely on exploring her. You leaned forwards, praying to all deities you could think of to remain in one piece, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. The contact sent shockwaves through your mouth, spreading all over your body like a very potent poison. Her skin was impossibly soft, softer than the fabric of her dress, delicate, gentle.

"You're so soft," you blurted the thoughts out loud.

Rowena smiled, coy and seductive. "And you're precious."

You blushed at the compliment. Your eyes fell to her mouth, slightly parted and swollen. Your lips itched to kiss it; you licked them, bit the bottom one for a second, contemplating whether to go for it. Usually, in your daydreams, Rowena was the one to make the first move.

But this wasn't a daydream, you thought with a sudden rush of confidence, and Rowena had given you the go-ahead.

Willing all doubt and fear away, you pressed your lips to hers. She returned the kiss right away, deepened it, trapped you in it. Your mouth felt like it was on fire, heat bubbling up in places she touched, in places she marked and claimed and took as if they were hers. You kissed back ferociously, reclaimed control. She let you, gave herself away to your will, to your mercy. Fireworks of pleasure exploded in you as you explored her mouth. She tasted sweet and fresh, honey and mint, flowers and morning air, and once again you were reminded of sunlit meadows filled with crickets and bees, with birds chirping happily in the distance, announcing the rebirth of nature, its glorious awakening.

What awakened within you was a new rush of heat, this one pooling down in your belly, sinking lower, lower, almost reaching your most sensitive place. You pressed your thighs together, itching for friction. Itching for Rowena to give it to you, the ultimate present. The mere thought of it sent your pussy into a throbbing fit, slick drenching your panties.

"God," you breathed, parting to inhale a breath, or several. Rowena gave a small laugh, cocky as ever, a wordless tease. You shot her a look that was supposed to be menacing, but, going by the face she made in response, ended up making you look like a hissing kitten. "Is rough okay?"

"It's more than okay," she said, then purred in that way that made your pussy drip harder, "Your night, remember?"

"Good."

You shoved her on the bed a tad more roughly than intended, a punishment for her misbehavior. Rowena let out a small gasp, surprised. Then she chuckled and, tilting her head up, shot you a look that was equal parts challenging and defiant. Do your worst, it said. You certainly intended to try.

You straddled her. She looked so small underneath you, so fragile. A book with a cover that wasn't to be trusted. You kissed her again, urging another surge of delight to overcome you. You never wanted to stop kissing her, never wanted to be away from her again. She was like a drug; tasty, delicious, addictive. And just like a drug, you never wanted to give her up. You, all of you, wanted her, craved her, needed her like air. She was essential to your survival. You had to have her. She had to be yours.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Rowena teased.

She had no idea. You broke the kiss, sucked in deep breaths to get your thoughts in order, then, straightening up, looked her over. She was beautiful. So, so beautiful. And tonight she was all yours. Your fingers twisted in the neckline of her dress, knuckles brushing against her breasts. "Can I rip it?"

She giggled delightedly. "You can do anything you want. Anything."

The last word came out as a whisper, a seductive little taunt. You shivered at the prospect. Ripping off clothes was a common trope in fanfiction. You never imagined you would get a chance to do it in real life.

You never imagined you would get a chance to have sex with Rowena MacLeod in real life.

Sometimes, wishes did come true.

Looking Rowena over one last time to savor the view, you gave the fabric a tight, sharp tug. The dress tore in the middle, down the length of her body. You barely suppressed a gasp as a sea of pale, freckled flesh emerged from the cocoon of red. She was even more beautiful uncovered. You helped her wiggle out of the remnants of her dress and tossed the ruined thing aside, then glued your eyes back to her body. A blood-red lacy bra hid her small, supple breasts. She wore a matching pair of panties, and equally red pumps with heels so thin and sharp they could be used as weapons.

"Like what you see?" Rowena asked.

"Love," you corrected, eliciting a laugh. More than loved. Adored. You hoped the memory of her like this, pale and exposed and yours, would never fade from your mind.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Well, aren't you fishing for compliments."

"I would never!" she said dramatically.

Of course not. You laughed. "You're fucking perfect."

She raised an eyebrow. "Somebody's confident."

You blushed, shyness returning with a vengeance. "Just being honest."

"I like that in a woman."

God, you hoped so. You hoped you — what you were doing to her — were what she liked in a woman.

Feeling overdressed, your clothes suddenly tight and glued to your body like a second skin, you reached to remove your shirt. You stopped midway through, nervous, self-conscious. Your body was way, way less perfect than Rowena's. What if she didn't like it? What if the mere sight of your bare flesh disgusted her, made her laugh out loud and cruel and shove you off like a piece of trash, finding you undeserving to touch the perfection that was her?

One look from her told you that wouldn't happen. There was understanding in her eyes, anticipation, encouragement. She wanted to see you, the real you. Wanted to feel your bare, imperfect body against her own. Wanted to take you in the same way you did her. She gave a small nod, a wordless go ahead. You returned it and threw your shirt over your head. Her smile widened at the sight of you, genuinely amazed.

"You're beautiful, darling," she said, soaking your bare form in like a sponge, searing it into her mind.

"T-thank you," you muttered.

You quickly got rid of your shoes and pants and faced her again, seeking more approval, more praise. You got it in the form of a grin.

"Beautiful," she said again. The word rang true in your mind, the first time you'd ever accepted a compliment as fact. You knew hers was genuine. Even though your body lacked her glamor, even though your clothes were cheap and your underwear was mismatched and your legs weren't as smooth and soft as hers, she wanted you all the same. Craved you. Yearned for you. "Get rid of this, would you? I want to see you."

You trailed the path of her gaze to your bra and blushed. Breathing in for courage, you tossed the offending garment away, exposing your breasts.

"Just beautiful," Rowena said for the third time, watching you, your breasts, your entire body, in awe. "My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes!"

"Glad you like."

"Love," she spoke your words back to you, a perfect, delicious echo.

"Let's see you, too, shall we?"

You didn't wait for a response, tearing her bra open and tossing it over your shoulder. Her breasts were small, a perfect fit for your hands. You brought your palms to them, clasped them over them, massaged the warm mounds of flesh. Rowena gasped underneath you, overwhelmed with the sensations. Weak to your touch, bare to your mercy. It was a wonderful sight.

Her nipples were hard as marble. You took them between your fingers, twisted them, eliciting another pleasured gasp.

"That's it, darling," she moaned, arching her back, pushing her breasts firmly against your hands.

"You like that?"

"Mhhm."

A tinge of pride, of accomplishment, bloomed up in your chest at the confirmation. You twisted her nipples again, gave her breasts one final squeeze, then settled lower. Your finger traced an invisible line down her body, sliding from her left breast to the hem of her panties. It stopped abruptly, froze in place along with the rest of your body.

You were so close. So close to the most intimate part of her. So close to making your daydreams come true. A sudden rush of panic welled up in your chest, hot and suffocating. What if you weren't good enough? Why it you couldn't pleasure her the way she wanted, the way she deserved? What if you didn't know how?

One look at Rowena's blissful face chased all your doubts away.

You could do this. She wouldn't have chosen you if you couldn't, wouldn't have given you this chance. She trusted you.

You wouldn't disappoint her.

You ripped the panties off and discarded them along with the rest of her garments. Her pussy was smooth and pale as the rest of her. Beautiful. Enticing. Inviting. You brought a finger to it, slid it down to rest along the tip of her clit. Rowena flinched, a breathy moan breaking from her mouth.

"Girl," she warned.

You had to smirk. "What?"

"Don't tease."

Feeling spiteful, you pressed your finger harder into her clit, then curled it against it, touch equal parts rough and welcoming. She let out a hiss, pained, wanton. A glare settled in her eyes.

You couldn't hold back a laugh. "Not so fun being teased, is it?" Now she knew how you — how thousands of her fans all over the world — felt.

"Mean," she whined.

"You deserve it."

She contemplated it for a moment, then a small smile grazed her mouth. "I suppose I do."

"Now who's teasing?" you asked.

"Still you."

"Sure." You made a circular motion against her clit, then another, and another, each earning a hiss.

"Don't start what you won't finish," she warned in-between moans.

"Who says I won't finish it?"

Quite contrary — you were looking forwards to finishing it.

You cupped her pussy in your hand and slid your middle finger into it, rubbed it against it. She was hot, wet, slick with want, with anticipation. You grinned.

"You're soaking."

Gulping, Rowena shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I'm a woman. I have needs."

"You're a desperate woman," you told her.

"Perhaps," she allowed. The smirk was back on her mouth, naughty and daring. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Things."

She snorted, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"Those things had better be good."

"Or what?"

"Payback's a bitch, dear."

"Exactly my point," you whispered and pressed a finger to her clit again, forcing her body to twitch underneath you. You had to laugh. It felt good to be the one in power.

"Lass!" she hissed.

You ignored her, settling between her legs. Her pussy was on full display, beautiful and wet, an exquisite artwork in a gallery. You got to work right away, spreading her legs wide as you dove for her mound of heat. You licked and sucked, explored, devoured, gave in to all your cravings, set them free as you roamed her pussy. She was delicious, salty and sweet and everything nice. You sucked up her juices, licked her clean, mouth burning with hunger. You wanted more, more, more, and as you worked, you got it on a silver platter.

Rowena was a mess of gasps and moans. She writhed underneath you, shook and trembled, body lost to sensations. You held her in place by her thighs, fingers sinking into the delicate flesh. There was a scar on her right inner thigh; you traced the perfect little imperfection, seared its shape into your brain, never to forget it again.

It wasn't long before her orgasm hit. Slick spilled down in a heated explosion, happy, pleasured screams tearing free from her mouth. She was a vocal lover, and you loved it, loved every screech she let free and tremble of her out-of-control body. You did this to her. You made her weak. You made her want you. The thought was exciting.

You lapped up all juices she gave you, slowly working her through the high, helping her come down from it. She was panting, gasping for breaths that were never enough, that never satisfied her lungs. She was so weak. So fragile. So defenseless. You crawled up and kissed her, sharing her juices. She took you in, brought a trembling hand to the back of your head to bring you closer, to press your mouth harder against hers.

You plopped down on the bed beside her as you parted, worked up, tired. "You okay?"

"Never been better," she said in-between deep breaths. Tilting her head sideways, she looked you in the eyes with admiration. "You were wonderful, Y/N."

Heat prickled at your cheeks. "I tried."

"You more than tried," she insisted. "I expected you to be skilled, but this… Darling, you're a professional!"

"Not really," you said, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment. "I'm not really experienced." Most of your knowledge about sex came from fanfiction. Some of which you'd written yourself, following the other writers' examples. "I just got lucky, I guess."

"If you say so," Rowena said with a roll of her eyes. "And for the record, if anyone got lucky, if was me." The cocky smile was back.

You responded with one of your own.

Suddenly, Rowena rose up and swung a leg over you, straddling you. Her hands squeezed your wrists, pinning them to the bed around your head. "My turn," she said when you gave her a strange look.

Oh, right. Amidst the ruckus of emotions, you almost forgot.

She kissed you, lips trailing from your mouth and down to your neck. A wet, burning trail remained in their wake, searing into your skin like a permanent scar. She kissed and nibbled all over your neck, claiming you, marking you, making it loud and clear she was in charge now and you, all of you, body and heart and mind, belonged to her. Your skin singed wherever she touched, a promise of bruises, red and purple and hers, to blossom later on.

Rowena's hands found your breasts, squeezed them, kneaded them. Her mouth fell atop each erect nipple, sucking and biting, making you scream out in need.

"You taste so good," she commented.

Her tongue slid down your body, all the way over to your belly. Wet saliva glistened on your skin, burning like acid.

"So good."

She slid your panties down your legs, sparing them a quick look before throwing them away, a naughty smirk playing on her mouth.

"Someone's eager," she teased. "Or shall I say desperate?"

"Guilty," you breathed.

"Oh, I know, darling."

She lowered her mouth to your pussy, kissed it hard, hungry. A shout escaped you before you could try to stop it, the sensation overwhelming, too hard to resist. You kicked your legs, and Rowena's hands were quickly on them, pinning them down with ease.

"Good girl," she cooed. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

"I don't know," you said honestly.

"You are," Rowena said. "My good, sweet girl."

Her tongue was on you, inside you, roaming you from the inside out, exploring every bit of you, every fold, every little bundle of nerves. You gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles hurt, desperate for balance, for something to keep you grounded. Rowena's mouth was magic. She took your clit into it, sucked on it, gently bit down, eliciting another scream. Your insides were on fire, heat in your belly sliding lower, dangerously lower, begging for release.

"Yes," you gasped.

She worked your clit harder, twisted her tongue around it, pressed it into it. You were at her mercy, completely hers, a puppet dependant on her to pull the right strings.

She did, and soon a surge of pleasure washed over you, spilling from you like a geyser. You screamed incoherently, high on delight, high on release she'd given you. Her name sneaked in-between the screams, a joy, a gratitude. Rowena relished in it, soaking up the compliment like a sponge. She slurped up all your juices, licked your pussy clean and thorough, then laid back down beside you. Her lips found yours in a sweet kiss, another exchange of fluids, a gift of taste.

"God," you breathed. "Oh, god." You collapsed on her, head resting on her chest. Her heart beat steadily against your ear, a soft, soothing melody. "That was…"

"Wonderful?" she prompted.

"Fucking wonderful," you corrected.

"Even better." A small chuckle, then her face grew serious. "How are you feeling, love?"

"I'm tired," you replied. Tired and spent and completely and utterly exhausted.

Rowena gave a nod of understanding. "Why don't you go to sleep? You've worked so hard. You deserve a rest."

"I can sleep here?" you asked, shocked.

"Why of course! Did you think I was going to kick you out?"

You didn't dare say that was exactly what you thought. That, now that she'd had her fun, she would throw you out on the streets like trash and order you to keep what happened tonight to yourself. It wasn't like you had anyone to tell. Who would believe a fan claiming she'd slept with her favorite celebrity? You would become a laughingstock, just another in a long line of fangirls making things up for attention.

"You're free to spend the night," Rowena said seriously. "My flight is tomorrow afternoon. If you'd like, we could have breakfast together."

"I'd like that," you said. What better way to spend a Sunday morning than having breakfast with your crush? "Rowena?"

"Hm?"

"Is tonight gonna have to be a secret?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You thought it through. You would love for the world to know you had sex with Rowena MacLeod, something so many fans wanted and would never get. People would be awed and mesmerized and…

And jealous.

And jealousy led to hate. Which led to harassment and insults.

You could already picture the words, ugly, accusatory, malicious, peering at you from the screen, plastered under every post you'd ever published, your every social media profile filled with nothing but nasty spam and hate mail.

Slut. Whore. Shameless. Gross. Disgusting.

You couldn't subject yourself to that. Not willingly. Not if there was a way to avoid it.

"Yes," you said. "I'm not ashamed of you, not at all, I just—"

She interrupted your rambling. "I know. The internet can be a cruel place."

"It can."

"Thank you for tonight," she suddenly said.

You stared at her, surprised. "I should be thanking you."

"Why, you're very welcome, darling," she said with a giggle. It was adorable. "Would you like to meet again?"

More surprise. The woman was intent on giving you a heart attack. "You wanna see me again?"

"Aye. May I contact you if I happen to be in town?"

"Of course!" you fired rapidly.

"Excellent. Maybe next time we can have dinner together. Make it proper."

"I'd like that," you said. You would like that very much.

She kissed your temple, a soft brush of lips over skin. "Sleep tight, my darling."

"Will you stay with me?" you asked.

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere."

She wrapped her arms around you, held you to her. You closed your eyes, relaxing in her embrace, bathing in the soothing warmth of her body pressed against you. Darkness took you over in a manner of minutes, welcome, needed. Just like reality, your dreams consisted of Rowena holding you, kissing you, talking sweetly to you. All the while, the soft lull of her heartbeat thundered in the background. You were at peace, at home, and you wanted to stay here forever.

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