#this grumpy and always angry man calling me princess and holding my hand as we walk

[wolverinesprincess]

i wanna be spoiled by him, i wanna hold his hand, i want him to call me princess, i want to sit on his lap, i want him to play with my hair and kiss me softly 🫠🦋 i want him

[mickeyhenrysgf]

My plan

Summary: You realize that siding with Sam’s plan may not be good for you and Bucky’s relationship.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: dirty language, fingering, use of daddy like one time, praise kink (?), implied smut

Nobody told you that having a 100 year old man as your boyfriend would be perfect.

Your time with Bucky was good, it always was. Unless, you sided with Sam. Then, he became Mr. Grumpy. Then a problem, erupted. But sometimes, Sam was just right.

You couldn’t help but agree.

That’s how you got yourself in this situation in the first place.

You and Bucky have been giving each other the silent treatment for the past hour.

Never agree with Sam’s plan, you note to yourself.

“If I tell you to do something, you do it. End of discussion.” Bucky slouched in his chair, finally breaking the silence.

You chuckled in disbelief as the words fell out of his mouth. You never seen him so possessive over you.

Bucky set his phone down before locking eyes with you. His body now sitting up right.

He watched as you paced around the room. His eyes lingering to places they shouldn’t be while the two of you were in a heated moment.

“Can you not check out my ass while we are arguing?”

Bucky’s cheeks slightly turned pink before he cleared his throat. You pinched the bridge of your nose before settling down on the opposite couch. The conversation was exhausting. You ran your hands across your face before you lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s blue eyes.

Bucky stared at you, his hands folded on his lap. His face expressionless.

“We’re not arguing, Y/N. Just talking” Bucky stated coolly, shrugging his shoulders. If the two of you were on good terms, he would have called you one of his famous pet names.

“If you would have just listened to me instead of Sam—“ he continued.

“Oh my god!”

You were over him and this stupid conversation, your head throbbing by the minute. Bucky watched you as you stood up from your position, heading over to the room.

“So, this is what this is about... You’re jealous of Sam!” your voice is louder than before. Not necessarily in an angry tone but not cheerful either.

Bucky grunted. That’s the last thing he was expecting to hear you say. He didn’t want to continue to argue but he had to make his point.

“I’m not jealous—!” Bucky’s voice boomed as he followed you into the suite.

You pretended like he didn’t exist as you started to strip out of your work clothes.

Bucky leaned against the doorway, watching your movements. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as you were left in nothing but your matching undergarments.

He may have been slightly upset but the effect you had on him always outweighed. One look at you and he was a goner. Details of why the two of you were upset already leaving his mind.

Bucky walked over, his chest against your back. His head dipped down as his lips grazed your earlobe.

“I said I’m not jealous of him...” the tone of his voice much lower, already sending shivers down your spine.

He loved proving his point. You tried your best to move away from him but that didn’t work. Instead, your ass pressed into his crotch. His hands quickly keeping you in position.

“But— you are—” you mumbled, holding in a gasp. Your voice shaky but you made it work.

Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips in response. His lips gently brushed over your neck.

You turned around to face him. His eyes ranked over your body. All he wanted to do was finish this damn conversation so he could leave marks and bruises for everyone to see.

“Tell me, baby. How am I jealous?” Bucky hummed softly, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You get so worked up just because I agree with Sam. It’s not that big of a deal. His plan just made sense at the moment...”

“But that’s the thing—! He never has a plan—!“

Bucky would never admit that even though Sam’s plan would sometimes be impulsive, it still worked out for everyone, especially not now.

Instead, he threw his hands in the air, before rolling his eyes slightly. He let go of you to strip out of his clothes, an indication he was close to ending this once and for all.

You watched as his items fell onto the ground, leaving him in just his underwear. Your breath hitching lightly at the bulge. He smirked lightly once he found your eyes lingering.

Bucky pulled you back against his body. Your chest now pressed against his bare skin.

“How can I be jealous of him when I’m the one who gets to come home to this?” Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement as Bucky’s hand traced your cheek and then down your hip.

His hand found yours and began to twirl you slowly.

As you spun, you realized what was happening. Bucky had never been good at verbal apologies. Instead, he would show his regrets in other ways. And that ranged from cuddle sessions with breakfast in bed or having him in between your thighs for hours.

“You’re all mine?” His voice was only above a whisper as he looked down at you.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek, as his metal hand trailed down to your ass. You squealed lightly, as he slapped the skin.

“Yes—” your skin burned as your pressed up against him causing Bucky to chuckle softly. He loved the effect he had on you even when the two of you weren’t at your best.

“Good girl.” His thumb traced along your lips before you gladly opened up your mouth for him.

“What about this pretty mouth. It’s mine, right?” You hummed around his thumb. He grunted slightly, watching as you took his thumb down your throat. Buck’s hard on now pressed against your thigh.

His free hand trailed up your shirt, cupping your breasts. You shuddered heavily, bucking into him. He popped his thumb out of your mouth, using your saliva to coat your hardening nipples.

“Beautiful” He quickly discarded your shirt, and continued to play with your breasts. You were slowly becoming a wet mess, your underwear soaked.

“God, these are so perfect. I love dirtying them up but—“

Bucky’s forwardness caugh you off guard, a whimper erupting from your lips. At this point, you were certain Bucky could smell your arousal.

“This tight cunt is where my cum belongs. I love filling it up every night”

He smirked devilishly as he pushed your damp underwear to the side. A finger started to stroke your glistening folds. He slowly pushed in, watching as your jaw dropped.

“Bucky—“ you mewled, your face burying into his chest from the pleasure and embarrassment. His praises made you turn into putty and he loved every second of it.

“Fuck, baby, so warm... just swallows up my fingers” he watched in awe as his fingers quickly pumped in and out of you. His thumb used your wetness and started to rub your clit at the same speed. He couldn’t help but become turned on from the scene. His hips slowly rolling against your thigh, his cock fully hard.

You grabbed onto his biceps, bucking into him as he curled his fingers, quickly finding the perfect spot that makes you scream. In a matter of seconds, you were crying out his name, wetness dripping on his hand.

Bucky watched as you caught your breath, his one hand pushed wet strands from your forehead, as the other was busy licking off your wet mess. The whole scene caused you to moan and tense up.

“My pretty girl loves watching me taste her sweetness” he coo’d lightly, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

You nod slightly too lost for words before his lips connected with yours. It’s all teeth and tongue and you barely felt like you were breathing. But, Bucky wanted you to taste yourself.

“I got the perfect girl in the world.” He pulled away slowly, his hands gently pushing your shoulders down.

You knew exactly what was happening. And the worst best part was that you didn’t care.

You were submitting to him.

“Never was jealous. Just disappointed my princess didn’t pick her daddy’s plan...”

You were now faced to face with Bucky’s crotch. His hand desperately started to palm himself.

“Now be a good girl for daddy while I tell you how good my plan would have been”

[sslow-dancer]

hi! can i request a one shot with polnareff x reader but he’s still stuck as the turtle but a twist like the princess and the frog? the reader kisses the turtle and he comes back to being his old (part 3) self because the reader is the one? lots of fluff plzzz? ty ;w;

A/N: Okay but this idea is so unbelievably cute?! I apologize for taking forever to get it done. I went a bit deep and overboard with the storyline on a request that is so simple and I’m pretty sure this is my longest one up to date actually BUT- it’s whatever. There’s plenty of fluff near the end, I promise. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it too!! 🤍

(If this flops, I will be so sad omg)

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“You’re The One, My Love.” (Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drug abuse and depression

tags: gender-neutral, gender-inclusive, jean pierre polnareff x reader, turtle pol, magical, kiss, twist, slight angst, sfw, fluff

Description: One day after having to escort Polnareff as orders from your boss, you begin to grow quite fond of him. During your usual hangouts, you jokingly offer to kiss him as a way to recreate one of your favorite fairytales.

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You giggle as Jean pulls you into a kiss, you feel him smile as he holds your face gently. You’re happy to see the man you love not be as serious and hurt as he was when you first met him. Your expression reminiscent of the memories shared between you before this moment.

~A Year Before~

Your personal servant had drawn the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, body awaken by the bright sunlight shining from your windows and murmurs outside your bedroom. You groaned in frustration as you threw a pillow at him, he managed to catch it and place it back by your bed frame. You huffed,

“Didn’t boss say I have the week off? I’m allowed to sleep in.” you stated blankly, remembering how you had the strong urge to strangle him for ruining your slumber. He shook his head as he sat by the edge of your bed and pointed at the clock that stood on top of your nightstand. You distinctly remember the screen marked 7:25AM exactly. You sighed as you thought you could’ve at least slept in by 10. You sat up and criss crossed your legs and played with the lose strings of your blanket as he replied.

“Technically you do, but today is last minute and different. Sr. Giovanna wants you to escort out a close individual he works with today by 8.”

Frustrated, you plopped your hands down onto your lap and rolled your eyes as you said back,

“Not to be bratty but...can’t he just do that himself or get one of you to do it?” you raised your pointers and middle fingers to create air quotations “This individual must be pretty important if not even the boss can take care of it.”

Your servant shut his eyes and sighed. After what you had just told him, deep down you felt bad about how much he had to deal with your bull on a daily basis- not to mention your constant grumbling in the morning whether he woke you or not. Either way, you were pretty grumpy most mornings. He shook his head again.

“It’s not that either. Sr. Giovanna could easily lead him out but he’s currently finishing business with other people in the country. Sr. Mista is with him as well so you’re the only one we have present. They both must attend all meetings, they are not to miss one.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question. What’s so important about him or her or whatever the hell they go by?”

“I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.” He said finally as he patted your bed as a way to non-verbally tell you to get ready.

You huffed when he exited the room, plopping your back down hard into the foamy mattress. You roughly grabbed at the pillow you had thrown earlier and placed it over your face, you screamed into it for a good 10 seconds.

Looking back, were you being a little too dramatic? Yes, sure- of course. It’d make anyone cringe if they were to had witnessed it though you didn’t really mind. You were still maturing anyway. You were still getting used to the life Giorno Giovanna and Guido Mista had offered and gladly given to you.

Before meeting your boss Giovanna and his right hand man Mista, you had been living life miserably at home. Though before anyone asks, no: your parents were not abusive, no: your siblings weren’t either, no: nor were your friends or teachers. You had just become very distressed with the life you were leading on. You didn’t like the person you were and were expected to become. Anxiety took over rather unexpectedly. So what did you do when you had enough? You moved on to drugs.

You were surprised to find out how easy it was for a person in their late teens to gain access towards those terrible substances. But none the less, you later learned your dealer was from the mafia known as “Passione.”

Was it dangerous for you to have figured out that information? Yes. However, you remained cautious and never told a soul...until one day you bumped into the now late capo, Bruno Bucciarati.

You were walking down your local dealing alleyway, hands in pockets and school bag still in sight. You usually dealt after school as many adults were distracted by the kids that filled up the streets. Thus making them barely notice the illegal activity going on as a large number of students would walk down alleyways as a shortcut to their home. You were swift in paying back and receiving your desired substances anyway.

All of a sudden you heard a distant call, a call out of your name. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at the direction from where the call was coming from, that’s when you saw him. He stood a few feet from you.

“I’m glad I was able to find you...my name is Bruno Bucciarati. Your parents sent me to look for you, they’ve mentioned to me that you’ve been coming home late from school lately.”

You only shrugged and completely ignored his claim. You began walking away but were stopped again when he said,

“Leaky eyed Luca deals with you, doesn’t he?”

You kept your gaze forward and your back turned away from Bruno. Turning your head slightly over your shoulder, you mumbled,

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

Without having to look at him, you knew he had tilted his head when he answered.

“That depends. If you answer honestly, no trouble will occur. I’ll remain calm with you, that is a promise.”

You blinked, sighing as you kicked at the small pebbles near your feet, staring at your shoes as you thought about what he said.

You had been dealing with Luca and you knew that his business was risky. Though you didn’t care. You felt that you needed to get the drugs you wanted pronto and Luca was the only one who would give them to you quickly. You shook your head, deciding to give up as you didn’t want anyone to notice you both speaking. You turned to face him and quietly replied,

“Yes, he deals with me. He’s the provider, I’m the receiver.”

Bruno smiled, satisfied with your answer.

He followed up with informing you that Luca had been killed at a local airport and was told to investigate his death. He didn’t provide too many details as to the cause of his death but you didn’t feel like asking anyway. Bruno admitted he came to speak to you as hours prior one of your parents really did come to speak to him about your behavior. After connecting some dots, he suspected you had something to do with Luca’s death as you were not attending school and were gone for most of the day. Not to mention, your teachers had called your parents that day as well.

Luckily, he was able to clear you out as a suspect as you cooperated with him and weren’t sweaty or completely jittery. He also gave you a little talk about using drugs. He promised he wouldn’t tell your parents that you got yourself involved in that abusive life if you promised to not buy more again.

You truly felt at the time that he was the only one who understood and cared for you in just the short time you met him. Your eyes watered as you complied with Bruno, promising to do what he suggested. A promise you have held onto forever.

After some investigating of your own, you found out that it was your future boss that killed Luca. You were rather impressed than angry that he was able to kill him. You honestly believed Luca would never be caught.

Back to the day you had to escort this individual- after some more complaining and grumpy remarks towards everyone in the household, you were finally ready to meet them. Your personal servant led you to the front door. He made sure to quietly remind you to be polite.

Your attention turned to another servant walking down the stairs towards your direction. A pillow in hand with a piece of cloth covering whatever was on top it. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, laughing as you sarcastically remarked,

“Is this some kind of joke? It’s not April, is it?”

“No, but I guess this household treating me with the upmost respect is.”

Your eyes widen. ‘Did that thing under the cloth just speak?” you asked yourself.

The servant removed the cloth and there revealed a turtle. A turtle with a key-shaped hole embedded on its shell. You almost assumed that the turtle smirked at you when he added,

“I know, don’t be too surprised. I plan to get out of this animal once my soul decides to give up. I haven’t always looked like this, ya know.”

Your mouth gaped open as to say something, but you quickly shut it as you didn’t know how to reply. He chuckled,

“Hand me over to them, we’ll talk more when we get to my destination.”

You hesitantly took the pillow from the servant’s hands and remained in shock as you walked out the door. You were careful not to drop him as you got down to the front gates. Gulping as you asked,

“So...my servant wasn’t that specific on me having to leave you in the car or actually riding with you. It’s kind of my fault as I don’t like to listen and talk in the morning...”

You nervously laughed as he looked up to you. He replied,

“It’s quite alright. I was told you have to ride with me. But don’t worry, you won’t have to stay for long. It’s only around a 10 minute ride.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You sat behind the passenger seat and placed the pillow in the middle, right next to your side.

The ride was relatively quiet, you looked out the window as you kept a fist under your chin. Your expression showed that of concern. You were too nervous to say anything. Even though he had joked back earlier, you were afraid he didn’t like you as his voice stayed stern throughout your small talk. You were afraid you had offended him in some way.

Your mood changed when the driver alerted that you had arrived. You thanked him as he opened the door for you, your hands grasped the pillow tightly so the talking turtle wouldn’t fall. You asked him with a small voice.

“Is there anywhere you’d like for me to set you?”

“Yes... put me on top of that balcony over there. I want to look at the lake.”

“Of course.”

You did as he said and sat him on the balcony. Your eyes gleamed when you caught sight of the glimmering water and greenery of the setting. You’ve always known that Italy is one of the most beautiful places in the world but at that time you had forgotten and were fascinated all over again. Like when a child sees a playground for the first time.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, you nodded.

“Yes, it really is. It’s no wonder you asked me set you on here.”

“Yes... I wanted to look at one more beautiful sight before I go. Like I said earlier, my soul is no longer fit to be here, so I might as well admire my surroundings for now.”

Your mind quickly became curious after he said that. You wanted to know more behind what he meant. You weren’t going back to that car until you got answers. So to make things easy, you started off with asking his name.

“If you don’t mind... would you like to tell me your name?”

“It’s Jean. Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

‘So he’s French.’ you remember thinking, his accent wasn’t too thick but you assumed and your assumption was right. After that, you went on to tell him your name and your experiences before meeting boss Giorno Giovanna. He shared the same with you.

You talked for so long in fact that you paid off the driver of your assigned car to go back and finish his shift early, promising them that you’ll find a ride later yourself.

You ended off the chatty night with placing Jean under a nearby bench and waving at him. You were saddened but Jean said he enjoyed your company so much that he’ll try to stay for longer and that you’re welcome to come him visit him everyday.

And so you did.

For months you came by to talk to him. You were happy to see that his soul wasn’t giving up yet- you knew you would cry if it were to one day. You had come to realize that you love him but you didn’t know if he felt the same way about you. You had only seen his face once- that was the day he decided to show you the physical embodiment of his soul.

You thought (and still think) he was so beautiful. The missing of bottom limbs and blindness in one eye did not bother you at all. His white-silver hair, style and personality is what did it for you. What it did to make you fall in love with his vanity and him. Just him. Jean himself.

~A Year Later~

It’s been a year now and as per usual, you spent half your days speaking to Jean by that same lake you were ordered to drive him to.

Boss Giovanna and Mista have noticed how fast you are in missions since then. They appreciate that you get things done but they still remain curious as to why you’re more happy and less grumpy than you were before. Though they don’t bother to ask, as they’re kind and don’t want to ruin your pure joy.

Today isn’t particularly different. All you had done earlier in the day was speak to a few citizens in town and dealt with giving details to your boss about a certain drug epidemic at a school. Nothing too out of the ordinary, a situation like this occurred at your old school too years back. Your duties were basically done once you learned information got to police.

You drive down to the park where the lake is at, smiling when you see a familiar small green circle on the balcony, looking over the glimmering waters. You park in the nearest lot and lock your car after getting out. You excitedly run over to Jean and smile when he turns his little head to greet you.

“I’m glad you’ve come again.” he says with a smile.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” you reply in a genuine tone.

You go on to talk about random topics and subjects as you always do. The conversation moving onto favorite pieces of literature and genres.

You roll your eyes in embarrassment as you tell him your most favorite one- one that is a fairytale and goes by the name of “The Frog Prince.”

“Well... it’s very fem of me but I really enjoy fairytales. Especially the ones from the Grimm brothers. My favorite is actually “The Frog Prince”

You place your elbow on the rail and use a hand to cover your burning cheek. Hoping that the redness rushing to your face won’t be noticed by Jean and that the sunset covers it up. Jean only laughs and hopes to comfort you when he says,

“Oh, that’s fine. Who cares if it’s feminine? They’re very well written stories and people shouldn’t be ashamed for what they like. I admire that your favorite genre is fairytale, you don’t hear people say that as often, you know?”

His words do comfort you and you thank him for that. He welcomes you and you feel like you’re actually looking into his sapphire eyes. The ones you fell in love with so long ago. You speak up before you’re even able to fully think.

“Say, the frog prince and the princess kissing, huh? Why don’t we kiss and see if it turns you back?”

Shit.

‘Did I really just ask that?’ you ask yourself ‘What the actual hell is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t see why not...”

“Huh?”

You’re stunned. You thought he would get offended for spurting out such a stupid thing. Of course your request won’t work- that shit is from a story book. It’s pure fiction. This is real life.

He’s a turtle now and you’re a human. You can’t and you won’t kiss him. You raise your hands up in defense.

“Hey, no! No need to play along after saying something so stupid to make me feel better. I just blurted that out I’m so sorry-“

“No, it’s okay. And I’m not playing along, I’m being serious. Go ahead. I’ve grown to like you a lot, a small kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

This answer is not what you expected. You nervously fiddle with your fingers as you look around. You sigh as you give in.

“Fine. I like you a lot too and I’ll do it. Let me just-“

You lift up the top half of Jean, his front turtle legs up in the air and his little face staring up at you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you slowly lean in and- kiss✨

The turtle falls out of your grasp. You stop puckering your lips and open your eyes. In a panicked state, you frantically look over the balcony and both sides of you to find him. You look forward and gasp. You grab at the railings to hold you steady.

There sits a groaning man on his knees. He rubs at his neck as he silently curses to himself, blinking fast and harshly as he tries to understand what’s going on around him. It’s dark now but the moon shines bright enough for you to get a better glimpse of him. You furrow your eyebrows as you slowly recognize who he is- Jean.

He has that same white-silver hair, sapphire eyes, big stature though the only difference is no eye glass in sight and his “legs” aren’t made out of metal.. they’re completely real. Flesh and all and you know that blood flows right through them like the rest of his body.

“J-Jean?” you whisper.

The man doesn’t hear you. All he does is groan and cross his legs in front of him. He stretches his arms and looks over any possible injuries on him.

“Jean.” you say again, louder this time.

He finally looks up at you. And there they are, those sapphire eyes you love so much. That face you’ve grown to be so fond off. His expression more than surprised. Though that expression quickly changes and softens- his eyes crease and a small smile appears. He says your name. And you tear up after he does.

He attempts to get up but his legs give up on him. You sprint to his side before he falls, letting him use your shoulders as support. He blushes.

“I’m sorry... I haven’t had real legs in years. Apparently I forgot how to use them...”

His voice is softer than before, the sternness isn’t there. He sounds younger almost. You giggle, as you use a hand to wipe at the tears of your eyes.

“Okay, I think I can stand now. Let go of me so I can look at you fully.”

You do as he says and as you watch him wobble, you reach out to help again but he shakes his head, waving your hands off as he’s able to maintain balance. You grin proudly when he does.

Jean turns to face you, he clasps your hands together and brings them up to his lips. You blush as he proceeds to hold them over his heart. He looks at you with pure love in his eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. What you suggested was silly but it worked.”

“Yes, you’re welcome...” you say softly, looking down. He makes you look up again.

“You’re the one, my love. You always have been and always will be. My feelings for you started when we first met, I meant what I said. I have grown to like you a lot though it’s more than “like”- it’s love. And I’m so happy to know you feel the same way.”

You tear up at this and hug him. He hugs you back and you can’t believe that he does.

The turtle is no more and you have your true love back to human form.

He raises your chin up with his thumb and pointer, he kisses you and you kiss him back. The kiss long and meaningful.

You’re happy to know that the man you love, loves you too.

[fanmoose12]

modern AU levihan as kids: Kenny babysits Levi, and doesn't let him play with any kids after school bc he thinks all kids are brats, but he approves of Hange so he lets her come over to play with Levi. And Hange always brings dandelions that she picks from the ground for Kenny, Levi, and for Levi to give Kuchel whenever she comes home late from work

"I'm going out," Levi announced, coming downstairs already dressed and with his backpack on.

From his place on a sofa, Kenny put down his beer and raised an eyebrow.

"May I ask where are you going?"

"You may not," Levi retorted, his face dark. Kenny had to admit - for a little boy, his nephew had an impressively fierce glare. Even some adults found the kid to be unnerving. Not Kenny, though.

"Oi, brat, you better tell me where you're going. Or," he smirked. "I'm going to call your mother."

At that, Levi pouted and stomped his feet. He continued to glare at Kenny for a little longer, before surrendering with an irritated 'tsk'.

"I'm going out with Hange," he said with a sulky pout. Of course, it was Hange, Kenny had no doubt that Levi was meeting with the bespectacled kid from across the street. He asked him simply to see that awkward and constipated look on his nephew's face.

"Is your curiosity satisfied? May I go already?"

"You may not," seeing Levi's wide-eyed expression, Kenny felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Teasing the kid was so much fun. "Wait for a bit, until I get my shit. We'll go together."

"What? No!" Levi protested, clutching hands into fists. "I'm going with Hange! Not with you!"

"Your mother asked me to look after you," Kenny reminded, putting on his best ‘stern adult’ expression. "So I'm going to chaperone you and Hange. I'm sure she won't mind."

"I will mind," Levi grunted stubbornly.

Kenny rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Levi, stop with that tantrum. I'll drive you two to the park, get you some ice-cream, let you have some fun."

"While you keep watching us like a creep?"

"While I keep an eye on you two to make sure you won't get into trouble."

Crossing hands on his chest, Levi considered him. "You won't let me go without you, right?"

"Levi!" Kenny slapped him on a back with a loud chuckle. "And here I thought you aren't sharp!"

It earned him another glare from his dear nephew, but then Levi sighed, accepting his defeat.

"Hurry up, old man. Hange is probably waiting for me already."

"I'll be quick as lighting," Kenny winked and dashed to get his keys and wallet.

Once he was dressed and ready to go, Levi opened the front door. Hange was standing on their porch, her arm raised to the doorbell.

"Oh." She gingerly lowered her hand to the side. "Hi, Levi. I was just going to call you."

"Sorry, it took me so long. My uncle decided to go with us and I had to wait for him."

"Mr. Ackerman is going with us?" Hange's eyes widened. "Awesome!"

"See?" Kenny walked out, patting Hange's head with a smile. "I told you Hange wouldn't object."

"Of course, I wouldn't," she smiled. "You're so cool, Mr. Ackerman!"

"That I am," Kenny grinned, looking at Levi's disgruntled expression. "But please, Hange, we've talked about this. You can just call me uncle Kenny. Mr. Ackerman sounds like I'm an old man."

"You are an old man," Levi argued, scowling.

"No respect for his elders," Kenny shook his head, feigning disappointment. "C'mon, kids, let's get into the car."

Once Hange and Levi were seated at the back of his car and once Kenny made sure that they put on their seatbelts - Kuchel would have his head, if they didn't - there was only one thing left.

"So, Hange?" Kenny met her eyes in the rear mirror. "Where do you want to go?"

"Huh?" she bit her lip. "Why don't you ask Levi?"

"You know him,” Kenny said flippantly. “He'll go wherever you want. So. Have you decided?"

"Um," Hange glanced at Levi and leaned closer, whispering something in his ear. Levi gave her a small nod, and Hange smiled broadly, showing her still missing tooth. She turned to Kenny, giving him thumbs up. "We want to go to the park, uncle Kenny!"

"Your wish is my command," he winked, starting the car.

***

"Here you go," Kenny pushed two plates of ice-creams - mint chocolate chip for Hange and lemon for Levi - towards the kids.

Hange accepted hers with a loud and genuine 'thank you' while Levi just grunted something under his breath. Instantly, children dove into their desserts.

Sitting across from them, Kenny sipped on his coffee and watched them eat. It was quite fascinating - how different they were. Levi ate slowly and carefully, wiping his face with napkin whenever ice-cream got on his face. Meanwhile, Hange noshed enthusiastically and messily, her cheeks already stained. 

As soon as he saw the state she was in, Levi paused and put the spoon down. With a barely audible sigh, he took the napkin and gripped Hange's chin between his fingers, making her look at him. Then he proceeded to thoroughly wipe her dirty face, cleaning the remnants of the ice-cream from her cheeks and nose.

"You're such a clean freak," Hange muttered when Levi was finished.

"It's not my fault you're such a pig, four-eyes," he shot back, making Hange throw her head and laugh.

Kenny watched their interaction with amused expression, regretting that his sister wasn't too busy with work to witness this.

He had a feeling, however, that she saw a fair share of this back at home.

***

Kenny put the hat lower, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. It was quite boring, just sitting there, but at least Levi had calmed down a bit. After they arrived at the park, Hange had dragged him out somewhere, claiming that she wanted Levi to see a pretty butterfly she found when she had visited the park with her parents.

Kenny wanted to follow, but one glare from his nephew, and he surrendered, taking refuge at one of the benches.

He let them go, because as much as he enjoyed giving Levi shit, Kenny knew that he was smart. Careful too. He was confident that Levi wouldn't get in any trouble. Besides, the kid deserved to have some fun with his best friend. It was the reason he brought them there in the first place.

He wished the kids would come back sooner, though. The heat and bright sun were making him quite drowsy.

Kenny looked around the park, and when he noticed that there was no sign of his nephew or his friend, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting them rest for a short moment.

***

"Uncle Kenny! Uncle Kenny! Look what I've made!"

"Oi, old man, wake up," Kenny felt a sharp poke into his side and groaned, waving his hand to get rid of the source of pain.

"Wake up." Levi repeated, poking him again. "Hange wants to show you something." That was followed by another pock.

"Stop it," Kenny hissed. "I woke up, woke up! Just stop pocking me!"

He opened his eyes and was greeted with the too familiar scene - his nephew, glaring at him with all the fierceness a six-year old boy could master. Once he took a good look at him, however, Kenny had to rub his eyes, because he could not believe it.

His gloomy and grumpy nephew was standing in front of him, holding a long wooden branch in his right hand. And on his head, he wore a flower crown, made of weeds and poppies. Kenny clasped a palm over his mouth, stifling his laughter. He cursed himself for not taking his phone with him. He should have taken a picture, Kuchel had to see this.

"Uncle Kenny!" Hange's loud voice attracted his attention. Kenny turned away from Levi, facing the other kid. She was wearing the same flower crown as Levi. In her hands she held another one - this one made of dandelions. Smiling from ear to ear, she handed it to Kenny.

"I made it for you!" she exclaimed, and something deep inside Kenny's chest warmed at the sight of her. "Would you like to wear it?"

"You better wear it." Levi threatened quietly, giving him another pock. "Four-eyes put a lot of effort into making it."

Kenny smiled, endeared by Levi's protectiveness.

"Of course, I'll wear it," he said. How could he say no these bright eyes? He took off his hat and lowered his head, letting Hange put a flower crown on top of it.

"Ah!" she clasped her hands. "You look so handsome, uncle Kenny! Just so you know," she leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "This flower crown is special."

"Oi!" Levi interfered, glaring at Hange. Despite his angry face, Kenny couldn't help but notice that Levi didn't pock her with his stick. Someone was clearly showing his favoritism. "You said that mine was special!"

"And yours is special!"

"A-ha," Levi shook his head. "There can't be two specials."

"Of course, there can be!" Hange flailed her arms around. "It's just different kinds of special! Your flower crown is a special best friend's crown, and your uncle has the coolest adult's crown!"

"He's not cool," Levi muttered, but he seemed to accept the explanation all the same.

"What's the stick for, kid?" Kenny asked, pointing at it with his chin.

"Levi was a knight!" Hange answered for him. "He was fighting a fierce dragon and to win this battle, he needed a magical weapon! It was forged by the forest gods!"

"A fight with a dragon?" Kenny whistled. "Were you s princess then, Hange?"

"Nope," she replied with a wide grin.

"She was a dragon," Levi muttered.

"Oh." Kenny should have anticipated something like that. "Did it mean that you lost, Levi?"

Instead of answering, Levi kicked him in the shin.

"We took a recess," Hange said, pushing the glasses up her nose. "The dragon was getting kinda tired."

"Right," Kenny looked up at the sky, the sun was already setting. "Let's go home then. Your mother is probably back from work by now."

"I have flowers for Mrs. Ackerman too!" Hange opened her backpack, showing a small bouquet of field flowers to Kenny. "You'll give them to her, right, uncle Kenny?"

"Why don't you give them yourself, Hange?" he offered. "You can join us for a dinner, I'm sure Kuchel won't mind."

"My mom's making pasta this evening," Levi added, looking a bit shy. "And if you want, we can watch cartoons after that. Have a sleepover."

"I would love that, Levi!" Hange pulled him into a hug. Levi made a face, but- didn't protest.

"Thanks for joining us today, uncle Kenny!" Hange told him after she let go of Levi. "It was the best day ever!"

"You're always welcome, my dear," Kenny's lips curled into a rare, sincere smile.

"Let's get back to the car," he said, standing up.

"The first one to they car chooses the cartoon!" Hange shouted and sprinted off. Levi rushed after her, but Kenny couldn't help but notice - his nephew was purposefully running slower than usual.

Soon Hange reached the car and started jump around in victory, while Levi made a show of looking defeated. 

Kenny chuckled, watching them. It was good to know that his nephew had a friend like that, the one who made him so happy. It made Kenny happy too.

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥Drunken Mishaps🔥

A/N: Hey guys! So as just a fun little extra to my stories, I’m going to add a music recommendation at the top of each of my fics like this! I just like to listen to music while I write and thought I might as well share some of my favs! Feel free to ignore this if you want, it’s just for fun! (Side Note: the songs may or may not have anything to do with the topic of the fics. They are just going to be random songs I like. Some of them might relate but others might not).

🐉 Song Recommendation: “One Night in Bangkok” By: Murray Head 🐉

~~~

(Y/N) grumbled to herself as she drove to the bar down the street from her apartment building, her movements stiff with frustration. She had told him several times to drive himself to the bar with his friends, knowing he would get bored halfway through and want to come back home, but Hanji and Erwin had insisted on carpooling together, bringing her grumpy flatmate Levi with them. She would’ve gone with them, but she had a big test the next day she needed to study for. Hence her frustration at being pulled from her study session to pick up her sour roommate when all of this could’ve been solved by simply having him drive alone.

(Y/N) parked and wasted no time in entering the surprisingly well kept establishment, the only bar that was clean enough for Levi’s standards, fuming as she made her way up to her friends.

“Oh hey, (Y/N)! Finally decided to join the party, huh?” Hanji asked when she saw the angry girl, making (Y/N) pause.

“Hanji…, you were the one who called me to tell me that Levi wanted a ride home because his phone was dead and he was bored. If this was all some trick to get me to come here, I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh no, no, no, nothing like that, I know how busy you are,” Hanji said, waving her hands in front of her. “I was just happy to see you, that’s all.”

(Y/N) growled something under her breath that all three of her friends ignored and stalked over to them, her eyes flashing when she caught sight of Levi leaning against the bar, slumped over in his seat.

“This is why I told you to drive yourself,” (Y/N) said by way of greeting when she finally reached them, slapping the wooden surface of the bar with her palm to emphasize her frustration.

To her surprise, the normally observant raven-haired man snapped his head up in shock with a quiet yell, almost as if he hadn’t known she was there, despite her being two feet in front of him.

“Levi? Are you okay?”

The sudden dazzling smile that broke out across his face left a very bewildered (Y/N) reeling, his eyes softening when they focused on her.

“Hey, princess! I was wondering when you’d finally meet me here. I missed you.”

(Y/N) let out a squawk of surprise when Levi suddenly latched onto her arm and pulled her into him, nuzzling his face into her neck and breathing in her scent as if he had done this a thousand times. Her blush intensified tenfold when she heard him quietly mumble, “so warm…” into her skin. Turning to Hanji and Erwin, who were struggling to hide their laughter behind their hands, (Y/N) gritted her teeth and silently wondered why she put up with them sometimes.

“You guys seriously had to get him drunk?” (Y/N) hissed.

“Well yeah!” Hanji said in between barely suppressed giggles. “He needed to relax, you know how he is, always so pent up all the time. He needed some time to really unwind so we challenged him to a drinking contest. You know how good I am at holding my liquor.”

“You better not be driving, Hanji…,” (Y/N) mumbled, still glaring at her friends.

“Oh don’t worry, I didn’t drink tonight, I just wanted to watch the chaos unfold,” Erwin said with a wink, wrapping a large arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “I’ll make sure we both get home safe and sound.”

Hanji beamed at her boyfriend before turning back to (Y/N), her grin widening. “Besides, he was being stubborn and wouldn’t admit his feelings for you even though it’s super obvious he loves you. So we decided to…, loosen his tongue a little.”

(Y/N) blushed but shook her head. She knew Levi had absolutely no interest in her, they had nothing in common. She was a psychology major while he was aiming to become an accountant, the two of them only meeting in their shared statistics class in the second semester of freshman year. They were only roommates because they worked well together, having done several projects together for their shared classes that ended in success, eventually leading to a surprisingly sturdy friendship between the two. He was sarcastic and grumpy while she was sassy and cheerful. He was cold and isolated while she was warm and confident. She had always found him undeniably attractive, but she knew that he would never look at her in the same way. He had even told her himself once that his attractions leaned more into the quiet, anti-social type, the kind of girls who were cold and reserved like him so he wouldn’t have to think of pretty words to say.

“Hanji, that’s stupid.”

“But true!” her friend cooed in a singsong voice, smiling even more when Levi suddenly wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, holding her tightly against him with a happy sigh.

“I’ve got to be honest (Y/N), when Hanji first brought it up, I didn’t think much of it either, but look at how he is acting now. And he’s only done that with you so far. Even drunk, when Hanji tried to give him a hug, he pushed her off of him, grumbling about how she wasn’t the one he was waiting for,” Erwin said, chuckling at the uncharacteristic behavior of the normally reserved young man.

“Guys, he’s only doing this because we share an apartment. We’ve sat together to watch movies before, he’s let me lean on him when I’ve had a long day at work or in class and needed a break, he’s sat in my bed beside me when helping me study and vice versa. He’s only latching onto me like this because I’m the only person he can remember being even remotely close to physically.”

“Sure, whatever you say (Y/N),” Erwin said, huffing a laugh at the thunderous look (Y/N) threw him.

“(Y/N), you seem so tense, are you feeling okay? I bet I can make it better, if you let me…,” Levi’s words stole (Y/N)’s attention away from Hanji and Erwin again, her eyes widening at the sight of Levi leaning in to caress her neck with his lips, even letting his tongue dart out to swirl along her soft skin, forcing a squeak from (Y/N)’s lips.

“Umm, Levi? Why don’t we continue this at home? I’ll ummm, drive us back to the apartment and then we can hang out there, okay?” (Y/N) said in hopes that he’d buy it and let her go long enough for her to bundle him into her car.

“Ooooh! Gonna continue at home, (Y/N)? Shameless.”

(Y/N) flipped Hanji off then, her blush turning her entire face red as her friends laughed at her expense. Levi groaned in frustration but peeled himself away from (Y/N), allowing her to help him to his feet and leaning on her once he was finally up. Praying that he wouldn’t vomit all over her, (Y/N) kept her movements slow as she told her friends goodbye and helped Levi to her car, stuffing him in the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel and pulling away from the bar.

Thankfully, Levi was mostly quiet on the drive home, keeping his hands to himself and merely looking out the window at the buildings that passed, only speaking to occasionally point out a pretty light he saw, or a dog being walked as their owner took advantage of the cool evening air to be outside. (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his drunk antics, her traitorous heart thumping loudly in her chest when he flashed her a smile in response. She had never seen him smile so many times in one night, and it was getting harder and harder to keep her composure when those normally rare smiles were directed at her.

Although he kept mostly to himself in the car, (Y/N) was once again thrown head first into shock and embarrassment as soon as she had helped Levi into their apartment building, her roommate immediately clinging to her like a lost puppy. 

“Mmmm, (Y/N),” Levi purred, rubbing his face into the space between her shoulder and  her neck, making it hard for her to focus on getting the door unlocked. Her face was rivalling that of molten lava as he groaned, his eyelashes tickling her neck when his eyes fluttered closed. “You’re so soft…”

(Y/N) finally got the door open and shoved him inside, quickly locking the door behind them. Once she was sure the deadbolt was secure, she went to turn around only to find Levi pressed against her again, his tongue once more coming out to flick along her throat down to her collarbones, making (Y/N) freeze at the feeling.

“Gods kitten, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” Levi murmured in between licks and kisses.

“Levi, you were only out of the house for a few hours, we haven’t been away from each other that long.”

“That can’t be right,” Levi said with a shake of his head. “I’ve been waiting for you for years, not hours.”

Suddenly (Y/N) understood what he meant and felt the flames immediately rekindle in her cheeks. While part of her was overjoyed that he shared her affections, the other part of her knew it was too good to be true. He was drunk, he had no idea what he was talking about, he was just spewing bullshit, saying what the alcohol was telling him to say. Hell, for all she knew, he could be imagining she was a different woman entirely. He had yet to say her name, he could be thinking that she was someone else from one of his classes, and was using her to realize his fantasy since the star of his desires couldn’t be here.

“Levi, I don’t think you have the right person, you’re drunk and obviously not in the right state of mind, why don’t you just go to sleep so you can have a clear head in the morning?” (Y/N) said, trying to guide him to the couch.

“No, I know it’s you,” Levi said with a frown, leaning to drop another kiss on the dip between her collarbones, his lips lingering after he parted from her skin. “I’ve waited too long for this, I’d never mistaken you for anyone else. You’re the one I want.”

(Y/N) felt like squealing and crying at the same time but she swallowed both impulses.

“Levi, you’re dreaming. I’m not who you think I am, so stop kissing me. I’m the wrong person, and the last thing I want is to ruin our friendship because of some stupid drunk mishap!”

“No, I know you’re (Y/N). I could never forget you. I love you, there’s no way I’d ever not recognize you.”

(Y/N) breath hitched at his words, even when she had to suppress the smile that tried to appear on her lips when he gave a cute little hiccup after his impassioned speech. So he really was fantasizing about her. She wanted to leap on him and smother him with kisses but she held herself back. She knew better. Just as she had told her friends at the bar, this was all just some drunken whim spurred on by her close friendship and living situation with the young man, the alcohol taking advantage of his hazy memories to make her seem like some kind of long lost lover to him. She smiled as she thought about all of the teasing she was going to be able to do in the morning, even while her heart simultaneously broke at the thought of his disgusted face when he heard about kissing her when he was finally sober.

“Levi, you need to go to bed now. You’re going to need all the sleep you can get for when you have to deal with your hangover in the morning,” (Y/N) said. To her surprise, he stubbornly shook his head again.

“Not a chance. I finally get to have you after all this time. I’m not letting you leave this bed until you’re screaming my name.”

Gods, he was so far gone. (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond when all of a sudden, she felt his hips press into hers, her eyes widening almost comically when she felt his arousal nudge against her. Immediately, her entire face turned red, the color even creeping down to her neck and spreading out over her collarbones where Levi was still leaving small nip marks, soothing them over with his tongue before moving back up her throat.

“L-L-Levi!” (Y/N) squeaked.

His smirk against her skin made her spine tingle. “Now you’re starting to get the right idea.”

His words were followed by another hiccup, making (Y/N) snap out of it again. He’s drunk. He had no idea what he was saying and doing. As his roommate and friend, she knew he hadn’t had a lover in ages, at least not since he was dumped in his first semester of sophomore year. This was all just the result of the whiskey in his system combined with his pent up sexual frustrations, his body instinctively looking for an outlet. She just happened to be close by.

(Y/N) had to bite on her lip to keep from moaning as Levi dug his hips into hers again, his length pulsing a little through his pants as he ground against her, his panting moan sending her stomach into a state of butterflies. But this was wrong. Quickly pulling herself together, (Y/N) shoved aside her own needs and placed her hands on his chest just as he reached for her shirt.

“Levi, stop. You need to go to sleep.”

“(Y/N)? What are you-”

“Levi, it’s time to go to bed, come on.”

“(Y/N), wait! Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry if I was being too forward, I just want to show you how much I love you. If you aren’t ready-” He was interrupted by yet another hiccup. “If you’re not ready then we don’t have to take that step yet.”

(Y/N) felt the tears spring to her eyes, anger and sadness flooding her system. She knew he had no idea what he was doing, but she was starting to get tired of him toying with her feelings, even if it wasn’t on purpose. Gritting her teeth, (Y/N) ignored his protests and slapped his hands away, pushing him into his room.

Her heart clenched at the hurt look he gave her when she pushed his hands away but she ignored that too, pulling off his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving him in his boxers, and tucked him into his bed. To her relief, his eyes finally started to flutter closed as she made sure the sheets were wrapped securely around his body. When she was finished getting him ready for bed, (Y/N) yawned and cast one last look at him before turning to leave, knowing her late night study session was already thrown out the window for the night, more than ready to just get to sleep.

His hand quickly grasping her wrist stopped her and she turned around to see a sad, lonely look on his face, one that made her want to kiss him until her lips turned blue.

“If you’re comfortable, will you stay with me tonight? E-Even if you don’t want me, I just want to h-hold you, even if it’s just for tonight.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard. She knew he was drunk but that clearly didn’t change how he was feeling at the moment, and it was clear he needed someone to be close to right now. Besides, he would have no right to be upset with her in the morning when he woke up to find her next to him, considering he was the one who asked her to stay.

Nodding her head, (Y/N) snatched one of his shirts and quickly changed in his adjourning bathroom, leaving her in just his shirt and her panties. She knew it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit at the moment, but she didn’t have the motivation to go back to her room to change. And again, he had asked her to stay with him, if he had a problem with her wearing comfy clothes to bed, then he could fuck off.

Slipping under the covers with him, (Y/N) had to force herself not to smile when Levi immediately clung to her, his arms looping around her neck and his leg throwing itself over her hip like he owned it as he buried his face in her chest, humming contentedly.

“Goodnight, Levi. You’re going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning,” (Y/N) said, leaning down to give him a quick, self-indulgent kiss on the forehead before settling down to sleep.

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Levi groaned in pain as the light from the window shone in his eyes, his pounding head doing nothing to help his already growing irritation. What had happened last night? He couldn’t remember anything, but something must’ve happened considering he felt like shit. He had an awful taste in his mouth and he felt like he was going to be sick. Lifting a hand to his face, he was massaging the bridge of his nose when a voice beside him made him freeze.

“Morning, Levi. Sleep well?”

“(Y/N)!!!” Levi cried out in shock, shooting up and scooting back to the edge of the bed in shock. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed!?”

“What? Don’t remember last night?” (Y/N) teased, her eyes flashing mischievously as she smiled.

“No! What the fuck did I do?” Levi asked, dread creeping into his belly as he scrambled to remember what had gone down the night before.

“Hmm, well, let’s see, first you went and got shit-faced with Erwin and Hanji, apparently it was some sort of drinking competition you and Hanji did. Then when Hanji called me to come get you, you kept nuzzling me and kissing my neck and calling me pet names. Finally, when we got back to the apartment, you kissed all over my neck and told me all about how I was finally going to be yours and you were going to make me scream your name. Oh! And you may or may not have, um…,  ground against me,” (Y/N) said, her smile only growing wider at the horror on his face. She loved to tease him sometimes, and this time, it was a good distraction from her aching heart.

Levi, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to have a giant black hole swallow him up, making him disappear. Or to have a truck run him over. Or to slit his own throat. He knew going out with Eyebrows and Shitty Glasses had been a bad idea, but he had never expected it to go this downhill. He felt like throwing up, and this time it wasn’t just from what he now knew was a hangover. He was absolutely mortified. He had loved (Y/N) pretty much since the day they had met, his small little crush on her developing into full blown desire until he was head over heels for her. He had been looking for a way to tell her, his sanity starting to fray that the seams the longer he waited, but this was NOT how he had expected nor wanted her to find out. Then he suddenly remembered that she was here in bed with him in nothing but his shirt and some panties.

“I-I didn’t f-force you into anything, did I? We didn’t do anything, right?” Levi asked, cursing himself for stuttering.

(Y/N) immediately dropped her teasing manner and looked at him in shock and disbelief.

“Oh gods Levi, no! You were just drunk, that’s all. You were actually being really sweet for most of it, I’m only here because you said you didn’t want to be alone last night. That’s all, nothing happened between us. You’d never force yourself on me, and I’d never take advantage of you like that, when you were incapable of making your own decisions and retaining memory the next day.”

Levi sighed at that, relief washing over him. He didn’t think he could handle it if something like that had happened to (Y/N) and it had been his fault. Soon enough though, that  relief was replaced with embarrassment again, his head falling into his hands with a groan as he prayed for someone to just end his misery.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry, I can’t believe I did something like that. Just forget it ever happened, okay? I promise, I will have Shitty Glasses’ head on a stake for this.”

“Does that mean you really didn’t mean it?” (Y/N) asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Levi’s head snapped up to look at her.

“What?”

“Nothing! Just ignore me, please.”

“No, did you just ask if I meant it?”

(Y/N) nodded her head slowly, her teeth reaching out to bite at her bottom lip, dragging the plump flesh in her nervousness, making Levi have to suppress a moan at her cute expression.

“Does that mean…, you maybe feel something similar?” Levi asked boldly, trying to ask her before the rest of his confidence faded away, his body practically trembling with the pressure.

(Y/N) hesitated before she nodded slowly again, her eyes darting around the room as she suddenly found the plain ceiling of his bedroom to be very fascinating. Then, his words really sank in. Something similar…

“Wait a minute, you have feelings for me? None of it was an act last night?”

“I don’t lie when I’m drunk, I actually become more honest. Usually to the point where I lose what little filter I have on my tongue. I meant every word of what I said last night, at least, just so long as all of them were about how much I care about you.”

(Y/N) could hardly breathe. She was just waiting to wake up and find Levi still asleep, or in the bathroom vomiting his guts up. This had to be a dream, her brain playing tricks on her.

“What?” (Y/N) asked, her voice shaky and breathless.

“I love you, (Y/N). I’m sober now, and I can tell you with full certainty that I love you. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable last night, I wish I had gotten the chance to tell you in a more modest manner, but I guess that point is moot now. I love you, and I have for a long time.”

“Oh thank gods! I love you too,” (Y/N) sighed, launching herself at him to plaster her lips to his. Levi chuckled at her response and held her close as he deepened the kiss, groaning at the taste of her paired with the feeling of her body against his and her tongue fighting his for dominance.

Breaking away, (Y/N) gave Levi a coy smile that sent his heart pounding against his rib cage, his silver eyes staring at her intently as she ran a finger down his shirtless chest.

“You know, Levi. Now that I know we are both on the same page, and you’re sober now, do you think I could take you up on the offer you gave me last night for a certain activity you had planned?” (Y/N) asked, a different kind of teasing tone in her voice, her hues sparkling as she eyed the light dusting of pink that accented his cheeks.

Levi growled, his chest swelling with love and pride as he looked at the woman he had wanted for so long. Arousal immediately stirred in his loins at her words, but his hands were gentle as they wrapped around her hips and dragged her into his lap.

“Fuck yes, now that I’ll remember it, I’ll do anything you ask,” Levi purred, looking into her eyes for one last confirmation of permission before swooping down to devour her lips with his own.

The two were so mixed up in each other that neither of them noticed both of their phones go off on the bedside table, two messages sent to each of them from a certain four-eyed freak and tall ass tree that read: 

“You’re welcome.”

[atc74]

The One With The Letter

Square(s) Filled: Breakup for @spngenrebingo, Free Space for BTZ Bingo

Warnings: breakups, angst, tears, angst, confessions, love, fluff, implied future smut

Summary: After another break up, Dean can’t just sit back anymore. Will he be the man of action like we know him to be, or will he surprise us all?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1585

Written for: @supernatural-jackles Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge (prompts in bold) and @smol-and-grumpy Nat’s SuperFriends Title Challenge

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches

A/N: Thank you to my cheerleader and friend @waywardbeanie, for always saying the things I need to hear. Inspired by Billy Joel’s An Innocent Man, lyrics have been worked into the fic throughout. 

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From the curved entry of her front door, Dean watches as his best friend, his rock, weeps. Another failed relationship that she no doubt blames herself for. But the truth was, she was attracted to a certain type of guy. A clean shiny penny on the outside, but on the inside, worth less than that. Not a single man she had dated in the last few years had treated her even close to how she deserves to be treated. How he could treat her. How he wants to treat her. No matter what, Dean is always there to hold her, to pick up her pieces and hold them together until she finds the strength to move forward.  

Y/N had been there for him when he hit rock bottom, too. A string of terrible relationships with women who would never hold a candle to her. That is why they failed. He knew that going in and yet, he kept going. For the last few years, she has been the only woman for him. He tries to make her see it, between douchebags, but he can never get through to her. He has been biding his time. Maybe, just maybe, tonight she’ll listen to him.

Because, he is an innocent man in this situation. He has never hurt her, has never lied to her. He hates seeing her like this. If she opens that door, lets someone in, fearful of a touch, living with the anger of having been a fool. She will not listen to anyone so nobody tells her a lie. For three weeks, he stops over each night after work to find her in this state of pain and anguish. With measured movements, he lowers himself to the sofa beside her, pulling her blanket a little tighter around her. Y/N involuntarily flinches at the soft touch. 

Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Y/N pushes him away. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart, and you don’t have to. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me either, but I wanted to see you. See how you’re holding up,” Dean’s soft voice rumbles through her small living room. 

Dean murmurs gently, his words encroaching further on her space. “I’m not going to talk to you if that’s not what you want. Please call me later, Y/N. You can’t ignore me forever. Let me know you’re okay.” 

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean,” she snaps, immediately regretting her words, her tone. Dean is always here. Each and every time she fails, he is right here to mend her broken pieces. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, you don’t owe me anything, Y/N/N. I just want you to feel better, and I’ll do anything to see you smile again,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

With that, Dean rises from the worn sofa, dropping an envelope from his jacket pocket before turning and leaving, the door clicking loudly behind him. He uses the spare key she gave him to secure the lock, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

~*~

The daily alarm wakes her from a fitful slumber. Y/N blinks slowly, trying to clear the cobwebs of sorrow and tears from her heavy eyes. The first rays of sunlight dance across flecks of dust floating in the air, landing on the cluttered coffee table, illuminating the plain white envelope, her name written across the front in Dean’s simple block lettering. 

A small hand snakes out from the beneath the warm blanket, snatching the envelope from its resting place. With shaking fingers, Y/N opens it and scans the letters scrawled across the page. She takes a deep breath and starts at the beginning. 

Y/N, 

I know you’ve been through some shit, none of which you deserve. None of it was your fault, so stop blaming yourself. You’ve been my rock so long, I don’t know what I’d do without you by my side. I’ll be here for you through anything, good or bad, come Hell or highwater. 

I know you don't want to hear what I say. I know you're gonna keep turning away. But, I've been there and if I can survive, then I know you can, too. I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again, for you. I’ll do anything for you. 

I know you’re only protecting yourself. I know you’re thinking of somebody else. Someone who hurt you, but I’m not above making up for the love you’ve been denying you could ever feel. I'm not above doing anything to restore your faith if I can. Faith in humanity, in men, in me. 

I’ve held on to these feelings for you so long, too afraid to open my big mouth and lose the best thing that ever happened to me. But I can’t keep it to myself any more. I don’t just want to be the one to comfort you when you’re hurting, I want to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, so you don’t hurt anymore. I want to be the reason you smile, because you’ve been mine since the moment we met. 

Some people say they will never believe another promise they hear in the dark, because they only remember too well they heard somebody tell them before. I know you’ve heard them before, but this is my first promise to you, I will never make you a promise I don’t intend to keep. 

I don’t want to sleep alone every night. I want you by my side, to curl into you, create a safe space for you to just be, to feel, to be loved. 

But, I've been there and if I can survive, I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again. I'm not above being cool for a while, so if you're cruel to me I'll understand. That's your decision, but I'm not below anybody I know if there's a chance of resurrecting a love. I'm not above going back to the start to find out where the heartache began. To hold you until you believe the promises I whisper. To hold you until you believe that I’ll never hurt you. To hold you until you believe in you, in me...in us. 

I’d never do anything to ruin what we have. I guess some people hope for a miracle cure, or some people just accept the world as it is. But, I'm not willing to lay down and die without you, not without a fight. I’ll fight for us, but more importantly, I’ll fight for you. 

All my love always, 

Dean

Through the tears, Y/N reads his letter over and over until she can no longer see. Wiping her eyes, she unlocks her phone and shoots him a text. With new found resolve, she jumps in the shower. When she emerges from the steam, feeling better than she has in months, she finds her best friend sitting on her sofa. 

“Thank you for coming, Dean. After I pushed you away last night, I didn’t know if you would,” she whispers, taking a seat next to him. 

“I’ll always be here when you need me, or want me. You know that, Y/N,” Dean assures her, taking her hands in his. “I see you read my letter.” 

“It’s always been you, I was just too scared and selfish, and foolish to see it,” she replies, shaking her thoughts loose. “I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated. Nobody’s ever written me a love letter before.”

“I knew I couldn’t say all of that out loud, I was so scared to say anything, I didn’t want to lose you. I guess we’re a couple of idiots, huh?” Dean chuckles. 

“We found each other. That’s all that matters,” Y/N smiles, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a nap,” Dean yawns, running his fingers through her hair. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” she questions, looking up at him. 

“Not when I slept on the floor outside your door.” 

“You did not!” Y/N smacks his shoulder playfully. 

“I bet the neighbors know my name,” he grins sheepishly, pointing at his work shirt, his name clearly on display. 

“Not how you hoped that would happen, is it?” Y/N giggles, teasing him.

“It made you laugh, though. I missed it; your laugh, your smile,” Dean says, cupping her cheek. “I missed you.” 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“Don’t be. Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. We will be strong together,” Dean vows. 

“Did you just quote Oprah Winfrey?” she laughs.

“I did. You’re a bad influence on me, what can I say?” he shrugs.

“Let’s get some rest. We can be bad together later,” she winks, rising from her seat and reaching out her hand for him. 

“Can we fight so we can have some angry make-up sex later?” Dean smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Slow down, Winchester. Nap first. We’re only about ten minutes in, I don’t know if I’m ready to have our first fight yet,” she scoffs. 

“Well, if it helps, it will probably be my fault and I’ll spend hours apologizing,” Dean offers. 

“So the neighbors really know your name?” she giggles. 

“As long as you keep laughing and smiling, I don’t care what they call me, as long as you call me yours.”

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Troublesome (Part III)

part I, part II, part III (2) - coming soon

pairings: Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x BoyfriendMaterial!Jungwoo, Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x FirstLove!Hendery, BestCousin!Sicheng, Bestfriend!Lucas

pairings: 18+

warnings: consumption of alcohol, swearing, explicit language

genre: comedy maybe even a crackfic, smut, fluff, and a teeny tiny pinch of angst

summary: Your relationship with Jungwoo is moving fast except for one part, your sex life. You didn’t know you signed up for the nunnery when you agreed to dating him. Oh, and Lucas your best friend is transferring to Korea.

word count: 3,438

chinese slang: meimei = little sister, gege = older brother, baobei = baby

a/n: I always forgot I have this in my drafts nyways there is no smut here and jungwoo barely appears. Here is the third installment of my crackfic:Troublesome.

"Mèimei no you're not moving in with Jungwoo. Don't even try I won't ever allow you to." Sicheng's eyes were hard he was already set to stone. Yes, it is nice that you have finally decided to pursue a serious relationship since your first one but isn't living together too much of a stretch.

"As if that will stop me Gege. Go worry about your relationship I heard Jiwon is complaining about your lack of sex drive." You are already packing your things at your dorm when Sicheng stormed in with angry livid eyes going on and on about that moving in this early in a relationship is too fast. You have been dating Jungwoo for three months now and everything is going smoothly. Your ears are ringing from his sermon and Sicheng won't shut up.

"Shut your yap Sicheng gege! I know you care about me but if you won't support my decisions then get the fuck out of here." You shouted at him. Sicheng was so astonished it has been a while since you raised your voice at him. Jungwoo entered the room unaware of what's happening.

"Princess you finished? Oh Sicheng hyung why are you here?" Jungwoo looked at Sicheng confused. You would have never guessed what will happen next Sicheng have never been a person capable of hurting any living creature but he leaped at Jungwoo punching the other boy's cheek.

"How dare you Jungwoo! How can you tell her our boy talk? We swore an oath!" They both stumbled down to the ground Sicheng straddling Jungwoo's waist pulling his fist back for another punch aiming for Jungwoo's jaw.

"You don't know how powerful she is hyung." Jungwoo made a makeshift shield using his arms attempting to block Sicheng's upcoming punch.

"No gege! Not my baby's face don't ruin his face!" You shouted at Sicheng. Sicheng slowly put his fist down and got off Jungwoo's waist.

"Whatever do what you want to do mèimei. I am tired of taking care of you." Sicheng said resigned knowing he can never stop you because of how stubborn you are.

You quickly rushed to hug Sicheng from behind proclaiming your undying love for him. "I love you so much gege you know that right." Jungwoo stood up from where he is situated on the floor and joined the group hug, hugging Sicheng from the front.

"Get off me man." Sicheng said irritated. Jungwoo pried Sicheng out of your embrace and replace Sicheng's position circling his arms around you. You giggled at how silly Jungwoo is. He looked down at you and asked. "Why didn't you help me when Sicheng Hyung is beating me up?"

You looked at Jungwoo your eyes glinting with menace. "You two looked like the main characters of a BL series it's so hot."

Both men exclaimed mortified.

"Princess!"

"Mèimei!"

In the end, it was Sicheng and Jungwoo who did all the work packing up your things and moving it to Jungwoo's apartment while you order them left and right. Jungwoo was so tired that after setting up everything he fell to the bed out of exhaustion straight out of the shower. You pout beside him you have prepped yourself with your high-end lotion and even waxed your coochie one week prior to the move for the most-awaited sexy time but ever since Jungwoo asked you out, you two have never done it and he won't even let you see his dick. Yes, he was superb in fingering and eating you out but you're really high maintenance. Before this relationship, you go around the town thrice a week with different flavors. How can he neglect you like this? You shook his arm timidly.

He opened one of his eyes and turned his face sideways to smile at you. "What is it, Princess? Why are you grumpy?"

"Jungwoo why do you deprive me of your allegedly self-proclaimed big dick?" You pouted at him.

"Good things to those who wait Princess. Come here hug your baby. I am so tired we have to convert the other room into your walk-in closet because you own too many clothes." You snuggled beside him wrapping your arms around his chest.

"Why do you own so many Halloween costumes?" Jungwoo asked you confused.

"That's for roleplaying stupid." You rolled your eyes at him.

"Then why is there a guadatema onesie I don't think my dick will react to that." Jungwoo announced incredulously.

"That's my pajamas!" You slapped his chest.

Today is your fourth month anniversary and you are getting tired of Jungwoo not initiating sex. You can't take this anymore you have been practicing celibacy for four months now you didn't know you signed up for the nunnery when you got into this relationship. Jungwoo always looked so hot especially when shirtless yes he doesn't have a six-pack but he's lean and well-muscled and holy shit his v line coupled with his height. Every time you see him shirtless you are sure you like a dog with rabies salivating at the sight of him. You don't know if he is teasing or he is that oblivious. Sicheng called you and waved his hands up your face seeing that you are not listening to him anymore.

"Mèimei did you understand what I said?" Sicheng asked you.

"Yeah yeah." You brushed him off. "We will fetch Lucas at the airport next week. He will be transferring next sem at our university and will be staying at your apartment." It's not that you are not excited to see your bestfriend again but there are more pressing matters like you going crazy because of your nonexistent sex life.

"Gege did I gain weight?" You asked Sicheng to which he answered with a shake of his head.

"Did I become less attractive?" You asked him again.

"Mèimei what is this about? This is the first time you have been insecure." Sicheng asked you seriously.

"It-has-been-four-months-since-Jungwoo-and-I-started-dating-and-he-never-initiated-to-have-sex-with-me." You let it all out in one breath embarrassed that you are confiding to your older cousin. Sicheng laughed so hard that he was clutching his stomach.

"So ironic that you a man-eater choose a monk for a boyfriend." Sicheng continued laughing even clapping his hands looking like an overexcited seal.

The three of you are standing at the airport waiting for Lucas. You even prepared a poster for him your arms are getting tired of holding it up but you decided to endure it. Jungwoo hugged you from behind placing his head on your shoulder most likely bored from waiting for 45 minutes.

"Princess so tell me something about Lucas." Jungwoo asked out of curiosity.

"He is our giant baby. For context, he's taller than you. He is always full of energy and is such a sensitive soul despite his appearance." You look at Jungwoo listing Lucas' good points.

"Should I be worried it sounds like he's an old flame?" Jungwoo replied scrunching his eyebrows.

"Yeah he is but it didn't work out." Jungwoo looked at you shocked. You snickered he's so cute. You can't help but press a kiss on his cheek.

"You should actually be worried Jungwoo there was a time that even I feel like a third wheel whenever the three of us go out and that was after they decided to be just friends. The two of them are so alike.” Sicheng fueled Jungwoo's worries. Just as Sicheng finished his sentence you saw Lucas running towards the three of you leaving his luggage and sprinting in your direction.

"Baobei!" Lucas shouted opening his arms. You rushed towards him breaking free of Jungwoo's hug and letting your poster fall to the floor. You leaped onto his arms and he lifted you into the air, spinning you around your joyous laughter filling the place. To everyone else watching it's like a scene taken out of romance movies where the two lovers reunited again after having been separated for a long time even the crowd was taking pictures and videos because of the sweet encounter. Jungwoo's jaw almost fell to the floor. This gorgeous man is your bestfriend and also your ex-boyfriend he didn't know he signed up for more trouble when he asked you out.

Sicheng sighed "See what I mean. Don't even try to separate them tonight." Sicheng then proceeded to fetch Lucas' luggage pushing it towards the parking lot.

"Come on you three it's getting close to midnight." Sicheng shouted. Needless to say, Jungwoo went home to your shared apartment alone you decided to spend the night at Sicheng's he wanted to stay with you but you told him that you will be not sleeping and most likely visit a club or two with Lucas.

It was just like the old times when you and Lucas are younger after visiting a club, you two will drive around at the wee hours of the morning grabbing fast food and talking just about everything. It feels comfortable with him but this time neither of you are trying to fill a gap in each other’s hearts. Lucas parked Sicheng's car at a secluded parking lot with a beautiful view of the night sky. The two of you sitting on the hood of the car eating burgers and fries.

"So I heard from Winwin ge that you are in a serious relationship now with that guy Jungwoo." Lucas broke the comfortable silence looking at you his stare questioning.

"Yeah Yukhei can you believe it? and I am so happy. I like him a lot like a lot, a lot." You smiled at him and Lucas smiled back at you. This is Lucas' genuine smile, not the one he throws at potential one night stands he reserves it for his most cherished persons and that includes you.

"I see baobei then there are no questions needed." Lucas reached out and held your hand in his. You are so lucky to have Lucas who supports you unconditionally.

"What about you Yukhei? Tell me do you still pursue casual relationships?" You asked him.

"I actually stopped when you left me in Beijing to study here. With you and Sicheng gone I was so lost and sad. Sleeping with girls didn't help in fact it made me feel crappier so I decided to stop it altogether." Lucas confessed looking down as if he was ashamed of himself. You tried to comfort him leaning your head on his shoulder and drawing circles with your thumb at the back of his hand.

"Don't worry you're here now whenever you feel sad or disheartened just call me and I'll cross the high heavens and lowest depths of hell just to get to you." You poked his belly with your index finger.

"Don't make me cry baobei." You heard Lucas sniffling his tears.

"Even now you're still a big baby Yukhei." You laughed at him. The night sky is so beautiful and you have never felt this happy in a long time.

The next day Sicheng arranged a welcome dinner on behalf of Lucas of course the two of you are fashionably late. Sicheng, Jiwon, and Jungwoo are already at the restaurant waiting for you and Lucas to arrive. You made your entrance at the restaurant your arm looped with Lucas' facing each other talking animatedly and laughing. It was as if the two of you are in your own little bubble. When the two of you reached the table you went to where Jungwoo is and sat beside him. His arm automatically circling your waist as he press a kiss on the side of your head.

"Awww so sweet." Lucas teased you and Jungwoo. He was sitting on the opposite side besides Jiwon.

"You're just jelly Yukhei." You stuck your tongue out at him. Everyone laughed at your retort. The food arrived and the conversation was flowing steadily there was a continuous stream of laughter. Lucas using his charms threw a joke one after another paired with his comical facial expressions and broken english phrases. Sicheng and Jiwon bid goodbye first and left earlier the three of you stayed at the restaurant.

"By the way man did I tell you how I met ________?" Lucas started rubbing his palms together his lips forming an evil grin. You kicked Lucas under the table trying to stop him.

"So it goes like this I met _______ at a club she was having a catfight with another girl who is accusing _______ of sleeping with her boyfriend. They were clawing each other’s' face off basically it was chaos the crowd even formed a circle around them as if it was a live wrestling match betting on who's gonna win. Then-" Lucas stopped his narration and started laughing so hard wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. You started kicking him harder under the table.

"She puked at the other girl I swear everyone was so mortified. I even recorded it on my phone. _______ went viral and was banned at that club." Lucas continued laughing you quickly got of your seat and placed your hands around Lucas' neck intending to choke him. Jungwoo had to pry you off Lucas to make you stop. Lucas was coughing so hard.

"What was that for baobei?" Lucas started rubbing the part where you nearly asphyxiated him a handprint evident on the skin of his neck."Seriously man how do you deal with her?" Lucas asked Jungwoo while trying to clear his throat. Jungwoo just shrugged and looked at you lovingly.

You decided that if Jungwoo won't take matters into his hand you will have to seduce him. You pampered yourself with your one hour self-care routine and wore your white off-shoulder dress showing just the right amount of cleavage that makes you look like a greek goddess.

Jungwoo just got off work from where he was interning at and he just wants to end the day by cuddling you on the bed before going to sleep. When he entered the apartment door he was surprised to see you waiting for him, dressed up so prettily. He smiled he was so lucky to have you.

"Princess you look like an angel." Jungwoo said admiring you.

"You look like a CEO, who fucks his secretary." Did he hear you right? Jungwoo was shocked as you made your way to him like a predator hunting its prey. He was in trance it was as if someone glued him to that spot as he watches the subtle sway of your hips as walk you towards him.

"I can be your secretary." You look up at him sultrily, pushing him against the closed apartment door as you kiss him deeply. You got so impatient to touch his bare skin so you work on untucking his white polo from his slacks. Your greedy little hands roaming under his shirt heating up his skin. Jungwoo pulled your bare thighs around his waist carrying you to the kitchen. He placed you on top of the counter and you pulled him closer wanting to feel his growing bulge against your core. Jungwoo broke the kiss placing his forehead on yours.

"Princess, what brought this on?" He asked breathless tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears.

"Just because. Do I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?" You asked him as you press a short kiss to his lips. You started pressing kisses on his jaw at the same time palming his hardening cock. "I want you to fuck me Jungwoo." You stated boldly and Jungwoo moaned closing his eyes in pleasure.

"Princess stop please." Jungwoo placed his forehead on your shoulder trying to control his desire. Your body instantly went cold you can't believe what you have heard. You slid down the counter and Jungwoo reached out to hold your wrist but you moved your hand away.

"Are you disgusted with me Jungwoo? Is that why you don't want to have sex with me? Cause I've been sleeping around before our relationship." You accused him livid; hurt pouring out with every syllable.

"Princess I would never be dis-" You didn't let him finish you turned and walked away from him heading towards the door.

"Princess don't leave let me-" That was the last word you heard from him slamming the door closed at your shared apartment. You ran as fast as you can to the elevator. You drove to Sicheng's place where he and Lucas were having a movie marathon. You stormed to the sofa where they are sitting. Sicheng and Lucas already know that you are in a bad mood just by the sour look on your face.

"Oh oww someone's in her period." Lucas teased you.

"You two go get dressed we're gonna fvcking drink our ass off." They were left with no choice knowing not to oppose you when you get into one of these moods or else you will throw the biggest tantrum that will be the cause of complaint filed by Sicheng's neighbors against him.

Three Jack Daniel's later and an assortment of cocktail drinks littered on the table you are occupying the three of you are utterly and devastatingly wasted. Even Sicheng who has the highest alcohol tolerance is starting to giggle at every little thing you and Lucas are saying.

"Jungwooss thinkss thad I have STDs he dont wanna banggg mee someboddy hang me." You say in a slur. "I am the most top one pretty." Sicheng just giggled again in response.

"Nahhhh you using condomms right? We the advocates of safe sexxx." Lucas shouted the last sentence catching the attention of other bar-goers. Sicheng dialed Jiwon's cell.

"Babbbbyyy I am soo drunkk!" Sicheng can't help but giggle on the phone. Jiwon asked where he is concerned about Sicheng's state of drunkness. After making fun of yourselves for another fifteen minutes Jungwoo came to the rescue before the three of you could make any more scene. Jungwoo attended to you first kneeling so that he'll be at your eye level trying to gauge how far off drunk are you. Your vision is blurry but still seeing him concerned for you makes you forget about the fight you had earlier.

"Hey Handsome why are you here?" You smiled and proceeded to caress his cheek with your fingers.

"I am looking for my girlfriend. She's mad at me -" Jungwoo seized your hand with his pressing his cheek further into your palms looking at you pleading eyes." and I already miss her."

"Take me away then." You throw your arms at Jungwoo's shoulders.

Jungwoo started carrying you in a bridal position. You circled your arms around his neck and leaned all your weight to him causing Jungwoo to almost lose his balance. "Princess don't do that we'll fall if you do that again." You burrowed your head deeper to his neck littering kisses at the juncture where it meets his collarbone. Lucas who was mostly talking to himself and shouting at no one saw that you are being taken away. In his drunkness he didn't recognized that it was Jungwoo and thought you are being kidnapped. He forced himself to catch up with Jungwoo walking in long strides almost slipping a few times due to his dizziness he pulled at Jungwoo's shoulder strong enough to make Jungwoo face him with you slumping in Jungwoo's arms.

"Hey Pervert! Where are you taking Baobei? You have to go through me first." Lucas took a deep breath dramatically as if gathering strength and got into a fighting stance like Bruce lee boucing on the balls of his feet, flinging his arms periodically jabbing into nothing.

"Yukhei my luvvvvv save me from this godawful creature." You dramatically put the back of your hand at your forehead speaking in a theatrical voice playing along with Lucas' delusions.

"Baobei I am coming I'll-" Lucas shouted attracting the crowd's attention. Jungwoo interrupted him before he makes an even bigger scene. "Lucas man, it's Jungwoo. _________'s boyfriend."

"Oh" Lucas was suddenly dumbfounded. "Hi, man nice to meet you I am Yukhei but you can call me Lucas. I am _______'s bestfriend." Lucas scratched his head and smiled sheepishly before passing out on the floor. Jungwoo sighed with Sicheng giggling by himself at the table like he was exposed to some substance to Lucas passed out on the floor he didn't know that liking you would be so troublesome. Jungwoo looked at you in his arms as you scrunch your nose in drunken slumber. Even when you reek of alcohol he found you endearing.

"You're so lucky Princess that I like you a lot." He said as he kissed your scrunched up nose

a/n: Check out my other works for NCT here:masterlist.

part III (2): It was a peaceful morning until someone shrieked so loud that even the neighbors occupying the other units was startled. It was Sicheng who produced that godawful noise finding that he is naked in bed with none other than Lucas who was equally as naked as him sprawled at the other half of the bed. Lucas drowsily opened his eyes seeing Sicheng on the other side of the bed clutching the bed sheets at his chest looking as if someone has harrased him. He looked down and saw that he was only in his underwear and also screamed his lungs out despite having a deeper voice it was as if some girls were having a screaming contest. "What did you to me Winwin ge?" Lucas asked horrified. "What do you mean? I should ask you that I woke up with no clothes on?" Sicheng pointed at him accusingly. "Did we-" Lucas swallowed and looked at everywhere but at Sicheng.

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FFT: If I Loved You Less I Could Talk About It More

Hey haii. Soooo.. This is kind of a follow up to the one I answered last night - I know right, it’s about goddamn time. Again, I’m so, so so so so sorry. I really am. -  which can be found [ here] if you want to backtrack and read that so this one maaaybe makes sense bc I cannot entirely vouch that it does in fact make sense without the one I just linked above.

I had such a blast writing this and I am kinda v. happy with the way it came out even if it’s just a little weird? I’m starting to dig first person.

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Jon Moxley isn’t a talker by any stretch of the word. He’s more of a doer. The words, without actions behind them, are hollow and meaningless to him. 

I’ve known this for a while now. It’s not hard to figure out about him at all. It’s actually kind of obvious and definitely something one can appreciate about the man, when he’s not driving them to the goddamn brink of insanity.

What I can’t figure out is why in the seven blue hells he’s suddenly being so nice to me. Up to our encounter in the elevator a few weeks back? Guy hated me.

I was nothing to him, just some poor little princess trapped in an ivory tower. Or a toy, only meant to be played with. He’s openly said as much on numerous occasions.

Lately, it seems as if everywhere I am, he’s there. Arms crossed, all brooding and angry in some back corner, tapping his foot impatiently or holding up his wrist to indicate passage of time, kind of like some grumpy bodyguard or god forbid, a chaperone... Or sitting ringside, watching whatever match I happen to be in, a smirk on his face the entire time.

Literally no one can get me to themselves because of this... Especially not Maxwell, which believe me, the pathetic prick has actually been dumb enough to try and do, on more than one occasion. You’d think me, throwing the shit he left at my place into the pool below my balcony would’ve been a really clear hint I was absolutely fucking done being his late night booty call. Nope, apparently not.

But back to Mox, though. Mox is the reason I’m torn between anger and sheer unbridled sexual frustration as of late, and here’s why...

I don’t know what bothers me more… the fact that I can’t figure out why he gives a damn, - or if he even does, who knows with that guy? -  or the fact that deep down, it secretly turns me on. I’ve never really had someone just… attach themselves to me willingly, for lack of a better term.

But then, tonight… Tonight, Maxwell managed to get me to myself, corner me up backstage.

His eyes darted around the hallway. “Look at this. You drove away your self appointed guard dog. Are you ready to admit you miss all of this, kitten?”

“Did hell freeze over in the last ten minutes, Maxwell?”

“I’m the best you’re gonna have. This bizarre thing you and Mox have going on is just you, passing time. C’mon, kitten. Think about it. Do you really think he’s capable of half the things I could give you?”

“He’s got a cock, so I mean… yeah. Pretty much the only thing you were good for was sex when the batteries to my vibrator died.”

He eyed me. For a split second I smirked because it almost seemed as if I hurt him with my words. I know better than that, but I needed my moment of victory. Then he stepped closer, a hand ghosting down my side. “You know you want me back. You need me, princess.”

“I don’t need anybody, actually.” I corrected, feigning a yawn and rolling my eyes at Maxwell.

“Right, that’s why you’re letting Mox follow you around.” the sour expression on his face as he looked at me was worth a million words. But I rolled my eyes and reminded myself that the only reason he’s even choosing this hill to die on is because I ditched him first and in Maxwell’s mind? That’s a no go.

I know his type well. I was brought up with them. Bunch of mouth breathing elitist bitch boys. I’ve realized since our thing ended that Maxwell -and pretty much any man of his type, they aren’t what I want anymore. I don’t know what I do want, true but… I have a very clearly defined idea of what I don’t want and won’t fuck with or tolerate now.

“No, I’m not letting him do anything, everybody knows Mox does exactly what Mox wants. However, I’m not stopping him, either. Maybe he has me curious. Maybe, Maxwell,” I leaned in a little, lowering my voice and laughing softly as I continued, “Maybe I’m tired of being goddamn bored to death by prissy little bitch ass pretty boys. Besides, in the end, guys like you always leave. Your type are dogs. Always looking to get your dick wet and moving on once you find a sparkly new bitch you can wrap around your finger and bend to your will... Maybe I want more. Something real. Maybe Mox could be that. Maybe, Maxwell.. Maybe I want him. That’s really what burns you up, isn’t it?” I hoped he’d get the point, or get bored, and fuck off and away.

Naturally, he didn’t. And he started to talk himself up all over again. Tried reminding me of his version of our ‘good times.’

I gave an annoyed snort and butted in. “Says the man who refused to take me anywhere. Who insisted we couldn’t be seen together. Why the hell do you think I’d even begin to want you back? Sex was all you could offer and frankly? I’ve had better.”

He swore and glared at me angrily.

“You’re a fucking bitch.”

“May be. But I’m not a dumb bitch anymore, now am I?” I said it in a mock sweet tone, laughing at him as I turned and prepared to walk away. 

“I was done with you anyway. I just wanted to give you one last chance to see reason.”

I held up my middle finger at him as I walked away, backwards. When I crashed into someone, I turned around, a glare at the ready.

Mox was smirking down at me. As his eyes roamed my body slowly, I felt something shifting in the dynamic between us. And it hit me then… That stuff I said to Maxwell?

I wasn’t just saying it.

I actually fucking meant it. With every single fibre of my being.

I gulped under his intense round of eye-fucking and i did my best to stay calm. To not be so obvious at the way my thighs clenched and god forbid, remember to breathe. He stepped closer, rough hand grasping at my hip, hauling me against him.

“Did I not tell ya to stay in the fuckin locker room? He only gets to ya because ya fuckin let him, woman. Then again,” Mox muttered in a dry tone, “You’d argue with a fuckin brick wall, I think. Stay here.”

His firm tone didn’t do anything to help out the situation I found myself in currently, dripping wet and so frustrated by what I’d just figured out that I honestly just wanted to shove him against a wall and rip off his clothes.

He eyed me, a brow raised. “The fuck is that little smirk for, huh?”

“Oh, nothing.” I shrugged, giggling. 

“Stay here.” he repeated, even more firmly this time, stepping so close to me that he towered over me and our bodies brushed against each other lightly.

Jesus, the way it felt, lightly pressed against him.

He spent a second or two grumbling and glaring, then he turned and stormed off, right through the curtains separating the back of the arena from the front.

It hit me then, MJF had just gone down. Literally just. As in he was still walking down the runway.

Curious, I made my way over to the curtains, pulling them just so that I could peek through a little and when I saw it, I barely restrained a whimper… I could hear every single word Mox said as he lunged at Maxwell from behind.

And it had me fidgeting, pacing the hallway and trying to puzzle out just what the hell was going on the entire time Mox was down in the ring, beating Maxwell’s ass all around it.

Mox stormed back through the curtains and I didn’t think, I just ran. Climbing the man like a tree, dragging my fingers over his close shaven scalp and wrapping my legs around him tight. He growled, nearly dropped me, but I felt his fingertips digging into my body and he staggered back a little, putting my back against the wall.

“This mean you’re ready for a real man, princess?” his voice a low husky growl against my lips as I smirked against his mouth and nodded my head, pressing my forehead against his. 

“It took me a while to figure you out, Mox… But now, I think I know exactly what you’re all about. So yes.. to answer your question, maybe I am ready for a real man, Mox.”

“Oh you do, huh? Gonna explain or do I gotta guess?” he smirked back.

“I like it better this way. Actions are better than words. Less talking, Mox. More kissing.” I breathed against his mouth, rubbing myself against him as he carried me towards the door leading out into the arena parking lot...

[fan4196]

Emergency Contact (Part 3)

Hey everyone here's the last part of this multi-chapter. Hope you like it. Enjoy!

Thanks again to @angry-slytherin for beta reading 💜

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Three Halloweens later...

After a lot of annoying and begging, the Karevs are finally shopping for Halloween costumes. Their kids have been annoying them since the first of October, when Jo had decided to decorate for Fall. Big mistake! The minute her kids saw the pumpkin decoration and the leaves turning yellow, orange and red on their walks with the dog, they wanted to go costume shopping instantly. They definitely got their excitement for Halloween from Jo, she gave it to them. She loves Halloween. To be honest she loved every holiday when she was dating Alex back then. The one year, after Alex left, she hated the holiday seasons but then she got the twins and she loved it again. And now she loves it even more, because she finally feels like her family is whole.

After Alex meet the twins in the hospital back then, they kept asking Jo to see Mister Alex again. They went on a few trips together; to the park, the museum, the zoo... things that Alex and Jo would have never done if it would have been just them, but with her twins everything changed. After a year of just being friends and Alex doing everything to get Jo's trust back, they finally started dating again; which was much to the twins joy because they love Alex. On their first anniversary back together Alex proposed again, with the help of the twins and of course Jo said yes. And they got married again, third times the charm, right? Alex also legally adopted the twins too and a little over a year ago little Eden was born and made the Karevs complete. Jo loves to finally have a family to enjoy those lovely holiday times with. Alex on the other hand will totally deny it every time someone asks, but silently he does love all those holidays too. He always plays the grumpy dad, that doesn't care, but everyone knows that he secretly loves to dress up on Halloween too and he loves watching the kids opening their presents on Easter, their birthdays or Christmas. You can see this little smile on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes everytime he watches his kids.

So right now the Karevs are finally costume shopping which, to be honest, is pretty urgent because Halloween is tonight. Yes, even though Jo and Alex too, love getting all out, they are also busy surgeons and today was the first day in weeks, that they had time for shopping.

They decided to split up when they walked into the store to speed up the whole process a little bit; so Jo is looking for a costume with Parker and Eden and Alex got Emery.

He really loves his little girl to death but if there's one thing that she can't do then it's deciding. Maybe it's a girl thing or she took that over from Jo too, but Jo and Emery are crappy when it comes to making decisions.

They have been through almost every freaking aisle and she still hasn't found the perfect costume. She doesn't wanna be a Princess nor any kind of animal nor anything from Disney. After showing her, what felt like, every costume that the freaking store has, Alex quit and now just follows her through the store while she looks for something she likes.

With his mind is somewhere completely different he doesn't notice that his daughter stopped and he walks right into her.

"Ow, daddy. I'm standing here." She complaines, rubbing her head.

"I'm sorry, Princess. Did you find something you like?" He askes, hopefull to end this shopping trip very soon.

"This." She points towards a white suite kind of thing. Alex can't quite tell what it should be so he gets it out from the rack and holds it in front of him.

"You wanna be an Avenger?" He askes a little surprise. Normally Emery is the girliest girl he knows. If Jo wouldn't shop for her, everything in her closet would be pink with Disney and Unicorns. So he's quite surprised that she picks Black Widow instead of Elsa. But he's not complaining. If there's one thing he would never forbid his kids than it's anything connected to Marvel. He loves those movies himself so he's excited about his little girl sharing his passion.

"Yes daddy. Black Widow is a bad ass. I like how she kicks butts." Emery explaines excited, showing her daddy her best little 'Black Widow' kick.

"And daddy you could be the Hulk. And when you're angry I can calm you down. Because Black Widow can do that. She takes the Hulks hand and calms him down and than he's doctor Banner again. Did you know that?" She askes, looking at her daddy.

"I did, Emy." He answers his daughter contently.

"Daddy look! I'm gonna be Spider-Man!" His son shouts while running towards his dad and sister, holding the costume in his hands. Followed by Jo and Eden excited bouncing on her mother's hip.

"Look daddy! He's my favorite because my name is Parker too." His son squeals excited as he stops in front of his dad, showing of his costume.

"That's right buddy. As if your mommy knew that he's gonna be your favorite superhero." Alex answers, ruffling his sons hair.

"Mommy I'm gonna be Black Widow." Emery tells her mom, holding her costume proudly towards her mother.

"That's a great costume, Emy. So we're gonna have two Avangers then? Good choice, I love it." Jo answers her daughter with a smile.

"You know what, mommy? Maybe you should be Black Widow. You are better at calming daddy down. I can be Captain Marvel instead." Emery assures, pointing towards the red, blue and yellow costume on the rack .

"She wants me to be the Hulk." Alex explaines his confused looking wife.

"Ahh. That's actually a great idea, Emy. And if daddy doesn't want to be the Hulk, he can grab an old lab coat and just be doctor Benner." Jo suggestes, trying to find a compromise because she knows that Alex would be grumpy and complain about having to paint himself green, all night long.

"Sure. I can be doctor Benner." Alex answers, accepting the compromise. His kids jumping in excitement, even the smallest Karev.

"And what does Eden want to be?" Jo asks the little girl on her hip, kissing her ear to make her giggle.

"She could be Nick Fury. He's also bald like her." Parker suggestes, with a cheeky grin.

"Parker! That wasn't nice." Jo disciplines her son with an disappointed gaze, which makes him immediately apologize.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly.

"Mommy uncle Link could be Thor. We should call uncle Link and ask if they wants to join the Avangers. Please." Emery asks with big brown puppy dog eyes.

"Sure." Jo answers to her daughters joy, handing Eden to Alex, Jo gets her phone out of her purse and calls her friend.

"Uncle Link is in. They are gonna be Thor, Jane and Loki." Jo proclaims after her call with Link. Her kids again jumping up and down in excitement.

"But we are still stuck. What should Eden be?" Alex adds, tickling the fourteen months old belly, which makes her giggle and slamming her arms at der daddy's chest.

"She could be baby Hulk, because if Black Widow and the Hulk had a baby it would be a baby Hulk, right?" Their daughter suggestes, like the little smart ass she is.

"Alright looks like we finally have costumes." Jo announces happyly. "Avengers!-"

"-assemble!" Their kids scream happyly. Running towards the checkout.

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@doc-pickles @odd-birds-and-booksellers

[neerasrealm]

Fresh Start

A story about Sally Williams finding a new home with an- odd pair of men. Fun fact but I’ve rewritten this story twice because I couldn’t decide on how to write this- I wanted it to be as good as possible and I think I’m happy with this version.

Word count: 1651

Laughing Jack hummed softly to himself as he quietly played his accordion. He had no song in mind, it was just aimless chords without meaning. It was dark now, the sun had gone down, and there was nobody in the park save for some teens or late night joggers. 

Looking down at his accordion, he realised someone was watching him. He looked to the side to meet the bright, green eyes watching him. The eyes belonged to a girl, who could only be about ten years old, wearing a pink dress. She had messy brown hair that fell in curls just past her shoulders. He smiled at her.

"Well 'ello there." He greeted. "Can I 'elp ya, kiddo?"

"...I like your music." She said softly. He smiled and tilted his head. 

"I recognize ya," he said. "Weren' you wiv th' other kids earlier, when I was givin' ou' balloons?"

She nodded and held up the balloon dog Jack had made for her earlier. She smiled, just a little bit. He chuckled.

"Wha're ye doin' down 'ere so la'e, Sally? Shouldn' ye be a' 'ome wiv yer ma an' da?" He asked. Sally's smile dropped and she looked at the ground. Jack frowned. "...'ave ya...go' a ma an' da?"

Sally sniffled. Jack watched tears fall from her eyes. He scooted up the bench and patted the space next to him. "Ey, i's alrigh', come ta Jackie." He said softly. Sally climbed onto the bench next to him, holding her balloon animal and an old stuffed bear. She hugged both of them tight as she cried quietly. Jack wrapped an arm around the girl and pet her head. "Shh, i's alrigh', Jackie's 'ere."

Sally snuggled close against him, her crying getting louder. The clown hugged her tight, rubbing circles into her back. The poor girl- she felt deathly cold, and so small- though that could've just been that Jack was very tall. 

Sally buried her face in Jack's shirt. He smelled of lavender and the rain. The smell was a small comfort. As she cried Jack could only watch in horror as a bloody gash formed in her head. Blood trickled down her face and through her beautiful brown hair. He reached into his puffy sleeve and pulled out a rag. He wiped blood from her face the best he could. 

Sally probably wasn't human like he'd initially thought. 

"Do ya 'ave anywhere ta go, kiddo?" He asked softly.

"I-I can go h-home but- my mo- my mom and d-dad moved aw-away." She managed to say in between sobs. Jack nodded slowly. "The n-ne-new people c-call me sc-scary." Her sobbing got more intense as she spoke. Jack hugged her tighter.

"Well tha's no' very nice…" He murmured. He stared down at her. He couldn't just leave this girl alone. Human or not, it wasn't right to leave a child alone in a park all night and day. It went against the very reason he existed. "E-Ey kiddo, 'ow abou' ye stay wiv me fer t'night?" He asked. Sally sniffled and looked up at him. "Wouldja like tha'?" 

"Okay." She replied oh so softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Jack scooped her up into his arms and held her close. He adjusted the strap on his accordion so it hung off his back rather than front, and stood up. 

"Ya like piggy-back rides?" He asked with a small grin. Sally seemed to brighten up a bit. She nodded, and Jack lifted her up onto his shoulders. "Now ya can see th' whole park." He chirped. Sally sniffled and grinned down at the clown. 

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"Jack? Where are we going?" Sally asked. Jack had walked halfway across town and was now casually sauntering through a building site near the edge of the forest. 

"Hm? Oh! I live in th' woods, wiv a frien'." Jack smiled up at her.

"A friend?"

"Yeh! 'Is name's Slender. 'E's a bi' grumpy, bu' you'll like 'im." Jack replied. "Don' tell 'im I said this, bu' 'e 'as a sof' spo' fer kids."

Sally looked down at the clown curiously. "Will he like me?" She asked.

"Will 'e like ya?" He asked incredulously. "Of course 'e will! Slen loves kiddos, almos' as much as I do." Jack grinned up at her. "Th' two of us are gonna be fussin' over ya nigh' an’ day."

He made his way deep into the forest, with Sally clinging close to him. Jack patted her head reassuringly. Poor thing- he could tell why she'd be scared, being taken into the woods by someone she didn't know well after...well he didn't exactly know what had happened to her, but he knew it couldn't be good. Luckily, they soon came upon a clearing. Sitting in the middle of it was a large house. It was practically a castle to Sally.

"Tha's our gaf." Jack said, pointing.

"It's so big…" Sally murmured. Jack smiled.

"Sure is! Plen'y o' room fer ya t' run aroun'." He chirped. He walked to the door and opened it. Stepping inside, Sally stared around the giant living room. There was a couch, a couple armchairs, a very primitive tv, even by 70s standards and...well, not much else. The house seemed to be empty. 

"Slen, I'm 'ome." Jack called out as he walked towards a door next to the couch.. He grabbed Sally from his shoulders and held her against his chest instead as he opened the door. The girl looked around quickly, green eyes shining curiously. 

"Oh, Ja-" standing in the kitchen was a tall man in a suit. His skin was completely white, and his proportions were so unnatural- his arms and legs were far too long for anyone to realistically have. The thing that freaked Sally out the most, however, was his face, or rather- his lack of one. Sally clung tighter to Jack, staring in horror as this monster in front of her stared right back. In a movement too smooth and quick for any person, he crossed the room. "Jack, who is that?"

"This is Sally! Ain't she a righ' cu'e basin o' gravy?" Jack chirped back, adjusting his hold on Sally. 

"Jack, you can't just take random children! Especially here! Now she'll know about everyone living in these woods and tell all the other children and-" Slender's angry and panicked rant was cut off by Jack extending an arm and placing his index finger where Slender's lips would be.

"Cool i', china pla'e. I didn' 'alf inch 'er because she's cu'e, if ye're finkin' tha'." Jack replied. His accent seemed to thicken while talking to Slender. "She 'asn't go' anywhere ta go. 'Er ma an' da are gone."

Slender was quiet for a few moments before sighing. He rubbed his featureless face in irritation. "Alright, alright…" He looked from Jack to Sally. He tilted his head at her. "Well- hello Sally, I suppose you're staying with us for now." He said, softer this time. Sally still flinched away from him. 

"Ah, don' be scared o' 'im, Slen wouldn' 'ur' a 'air on yer 'ead." Jack said, rubbing Sally's back soothingly. He grinned at his friend. "Ain' tha' righ', Slen?"

Slender seemed to become distressed for a moment and he stepped away from Jack and Sally. "Oh I'm- I'm sorry I should've assumed you'd be scared...I always forget about that-" he glanced away nervously for a moment. He held out a hand to Sally. "I'm Slender. It's a pleasure to meet you, little one. I- apologize for the bad first impression, Jack can be...impulsive, at times."

Jack muttered something to himself and rolled his eyes. Sally looked at him and smiled, then at Slender's hand. She hesitated, then reached out to shake it. Her entire hand was barely bigger than Slender's palm. After she pulled away from the handshake she heard Jack chuckle, and she looked up at the clown.

"Ye okay, Slen?"

"Small…"

Jack barked a laugh and reached out, patting Slender's shoulder. "Ye big softie." He murmured affectionately. Slender shot him a look and adjusted his tie, trying to regain his composure. Sally giggled at the two of them.

"How old are you, dear?"

"Ten." Sally replied. Slender made an- odd- noise that made Jack snicker. 

"God she's only a toddler-"

"Ten year ol's aren' toddlers, Slen." Laughing Jack said. Slender ignored him. 

"Can we get you anything, Sally? A drink? Are you hungry?" He asked. Sally smiled shyly at all the attention. Sure her parents had treated her like a princess but this? This was the kind of fawning only a queen got. 

"Toast would be nice." She said. "And- warm milk…?"

Slender, despite his lack of face, seemed to radiate happiness. "Of course!" He chirped maybe a bit too eagerly. He turned and quickly moved to the fridge, pulling out some bread and a carton of milk. 

Sally watched him curiously as Jack moved to the dining table and took a seat. Sally was dropped into his lap. She looked up at him while he rubbed her cheek with the back of a finger. Sally hugged her bear and balloon animal as she looked around.

"Does anyone else live here?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"Nah." He replied. "We've always wan'ed more though...lo'sa kiddos runnin' aroun' th' gaf, like a big ol' fam'ly." The clown smiled down at Sally. 

"What's a gaf?" Sally asked. Jack wheezed in amusement. 

"A 'gaf' is a house," Slender said. "I only understand him because I've known him too long." He added, nodding his head at the clown. Jack grinned at Slender.

"Ah, ye luv me." He said. Slender squinted at him.

"Well that's news to me."

Jack wheezed again, cackling loudly in amusement. Sally giggled in his lap. She liked these two, as strange as they were. Maybe- just maybe- this could be a fresh start. She'd like that.

[leggomylino]

Glasses | yandere!mafia!jaemin

Genre: yandere, mafia au, a bit fluffy(?), action, and ofc a sprinkle of comedy Pairing: yandere!mafia!jaemin x reader Word count: ~3.3k Warning(s): mild language (censored), mildly dark psychological themes, hinted suggestive content, violence, mentions of blood Song: Glasses by I.U. A/N: requests are open~ | Masterlist in BIO! | what else can I say except I hope you enjoy yeehaw <3

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[10:34 pm]

You knew this was wrong. You’d known for the longest time now; but you didn’t want to.

It was too late, however. The moment you picked up the glasses, and tried them on for the first time...seeing things from an entirely new perspective, for what it really was, the reality of it all...seeing things through these lenses...it was time for it to stop.

You’d thought Jaemin was safe. That he was your shelter. That everything he was doing was for your benefit, for your protection.

It wasn’t. It was for his.

So tonight was the night you were doing it. Tonight was the night you were taking back what he stole from you.

“Such a good girl…” Jaemin cooed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You’d gotten used enough to it by now, able to swallow down the shivers that previously would crawl up your spine and had one day caused you to lash out at the pretty-faced boy. Let’s just say that wasn’t your best day; you still winced in fear just thinking about the dark clouds that rolled over his face, how he’d treated you like you were an enemy to both him and yourself. 

But that was all in the past, behind you now. Because today was the day you were finally going to make your escape...you’d be a caged bird no longer.

Jaemin was just finishing up his nightly routine of petting your face and admiring your features before heading off to bed, or whatever the heck it was he did at night. You waited patiently and quietly for him to finish before he turned out the light, tromping up the stairs.

“Good night, my love,” he whispered before closing the door. He waited a moment, but you didn’t say anything back to him.

This seemed to make him more than a little angry. “I said, good night, my love.”

“......”

He huffed under his breath, beginning to come back down. You sucked in yours, holding it a moment before squeaking out the words he wanted to hear, so he’d keep his distance.

“Good night! Good...Good night.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, the tone in his voice was enough as he mumbled more things under his breath, half-storming out of the room in a grumpy fuss. Whatever. You honestly didn’t care if you hurt his feelings or not. He was the one who’d kidnapped you; he was the one responsible for keeping you locked up in a 24 x 32 foot room, with a small attached bathroom and an actual pin for when you were “acting out” and “needed to be tamed.”

You shivered at the thought of the first time it’d happened...and all the other times as well.

But soon all of that would be a waking afterthought; not even, for tonight you were officially rising from six feet under to tell the world you were still alive and there was a crazy person on the loose, walking amongst them right under their noses.

Quickly you rose from your bed the moment you were sure the coast was clear and Jaemin was long gone for the evening, scurrying over to your bookshelf and opening the fourth book down, fifth one across to exactly page 312, where the rest of the book had been cut in (with safety scissors, which was no easy task) to reveal a small role of parchment paper you’d been saving from meals brought down to you daily, just tearing away bits and pieces and later taping them all together to be one long map of your escape plan. You laid it out on the desk, going over everything one last time before you burned the gosh darn...well, really, flushed it down the toilet.

Your eyes scanned the page carefully, taking in everything: the basement, the house layout, the surrounding streets. There was the tiniest slit of window that had been sealed off, but you’d just managed to climb on top of stacked objects about a week ago to peek out and catch a glimpse at a street sign not too far off, telling you that Jaemin had to live in a neighborhood on the corner.

Okay. Time to make sure your emergency survival pack was ready, taking with you as much evidence as you thought you’d need when you reported this situation to the police. You hurried to your bathroom, opening the small cabinet beneath the sink and pushed everything aside to reveal another small compartment, lifting the door and hauling out the bag you’d carried when Jaemin had first taken you. 

You had no idea why he let you keep it, and only removed a few things inside it: a safety alarm, a keychain of pepper spray, and an actual decent pair of scissors from your pencil bag. Maybe he thought having things familiar around would help comfort you, so you could adjust faster.

How wrong he’d been, now that you were seeing clearly. Tonight, you were so out of here.

Thank goodness he’d never asked to see any of your stuff again. You were pretty sure he’d forgotten about it by now, given that you had to be coming up on your three month anniversary.

...Anniversary? Really, y/n? Ugh.

This wasn’t a holiday. You’d be celebrating the moment you busted out of this joint.

Strapping your bag around your bodice and tying one of Jaemin’s flannel shirts around your waist (as much as you hated doing so, it was necessary), you headed back to the desk, swiping the stuck-together pieces of parchment paper and with a satisfied reassuring nod to yourself, flushed them down the drain, saluting as they swirled down to thank them for their service to you. Because you really couldn’t have done any of this without them. Then you ran out of there and climbed up the stairs to the door you’d never seen the outside of. 

You tried the door handle, just for the heck of it. Of course, not to your surprise, it was locked.

As expected. No biggie. Onto Phase Two. With a grunt you wrestled beneath all the junk in your bag to get out a few tied-together paperclips, jamming them into the—

...There was no lock. No keyhole. The handle was completely solid, gleaming back in the faintest trickle of moonlight from the cracked slit of sealed-off bulletproof window as if to mock you.

Son of a b*tch.

You wanted to scream. This was not happening...it wasn’t! Augh, now what?! Seriously, why you? How had you not noticed this before…?!?

The doorknob suddenly jiggled. You hadn’t heard any footsteps coming toward it.

Sh*t sh*t sh*t.

You turned around to run back down the stairs and fling yourself into bed, but it was too late. Jaemin already caught you standing there, suspiciously closer than you should have been and oddly out of place.

“Baby girl? What are you doing out of bed?”

“...” You gulped, trying to get your nerves under control. You were really starting to lose it here. “...I...I uh—“ ...Then you got an idea. You smiled kindly, turning back around to face him fully. “I wanted to see you. I missed you. I was...lonely.”

Ew. This was going to be hard to forgive yourself for later; especially since a small part of you still cared about him, still wanted to trust him.

Jaemin returned your smile, slipping the rest of the way in and closed the door behind him. “You were? Already?” He laughed. “Aw, Princess, it’s okay. I get lonely too sometimes, when I’m away from you. More like always.”

You took two steps back for every step forward he took, backing yourself into a corner at the foot of the stairs. He smiled down at you like a predator cornering it’s prey.

“Say, tell you what…” He swiped his tongue over his lips, and you got a bad feeling in your gut. “Since you’re obviously not very tired...how about we—“

“Jaemin!!”

You both looked up toward the sound. Jaemin didn’t say anything, merely glared in a half-startled, half-annoyed expression.

“Jaemin, where are you?” the voice continued to call. “There’s been an emergency at the last location. Hyuck and Jeno need you.”

“......” With a mumbling curse the man stomped his way back up the stairs, pausing midway to look down at you over his shoulder. “We’ll finish this later. I have some...business to attend to. Wait for me,” he added with a wink, before practically slamming the door shut.

Sheesh. That was a close call. Way to go, y/n.

Shaking your head at yourself you gazed around the room, observing your other options.

Except that there were none. You were completely, hopelessly, utterly—

Another door slammed shut from somewhere far off, causing the whole house to shake; and then, the basement door just...opened.

You couldn’t believe your luck. It was almost too easy, like some sort of dirty trick.

Unfortunately you were desperate, so it was just going to have to be a risk you were willing to take. You shimmied your way out of that door without a second thought.

Except once you stepped foot in the hall, you found yourself wishing you had of had second thoughts, because the halls were big. And long. And confusing. Everything looked the same, the halls never came to an end and were winding as heck, and you were quickly running out of time, patience, and energy.

And then someone you didn’t recognize turned around the corner.

It was a teenage boy with bright cherry-red hair. He had an innocent smile but a mischievous look in his eye, as if a cursory glance wasn’t enough to reveal all he was cracked up to be. He wore a nice-pressed stylish outfit that accented all his best features...which had to be just about every part of him. He was an insanely cute kid.

“Oh! Hi!” he greeted, rushing over to you. 

Crap crap crap… 

It was too late to make a run for it. You gave him your best innocent I’m totally lost smile.

“Hey…”

He beamed, but his face still managed to appear a little urgent. “Are you okay?! We’ve been searching everywhere for you.”

“For...For me…?”

It was honestly hard to find anything to say at all, given that the only person you’d had any contact with for the past three months was Jaemin. Seeing another living breathing human being in the flesh was giving you a bit of...culture shock, for lack of a better word.

The stranger nodded, then paused briefly to tilt his head to the side. “You are...y/n, aren’t you?”

“......” 

Should you tell him the truth? You didn’t know. Jaemin had warned you about bad people in this world...which is why he insisted on locking you away, and when you’d refused, he took you by force...but… 

But he had lied. He was a dirty, unbalance liar. And that was so three months ago…

“Y-Yes, I’m y/n.”

The boy smiled like a cunning fox. “Oh, thank goodness I found you, then. If you come with me, I can get you out of here. We have a car waiting out back.”

“A...car?”

“Yeah. You want to get out of here, don’t you?”

Of course you wanted out. How could you refuse? So in all your spite, you hastily took his hand, which he seemed a little apprehensive about holding back, and he led you through the winding halls and out the doorway.

The moment the night air hit your face for the first time, it took your breath away. It was so cool and refreshing, so liberating, you felt like you could swim around within the starry skies all night long, and the night after that, and the next one.

“Finally,” a raspy voice greeted from inside the vehicle. He pushed open the door, scooting back the next second to make room and help you inside. 

A temperamental brown-haired man was tapping his thumbs anxiously against the wheel in the driver's seat, a freckled face boy slouched back next to him, scrolling through his phone.

An actual phone. You hadn’t seen one of those in...what felt like years.

“Hurry up,” the driver hissed, looking back anxiously over his shoulder and then toward the house. “Did anyone see you leaving?”

“Did you hear any gunshots?” the redhead shot back. Grumpy narrowed his eyes.

“Hey. Watch it. I was just asking.”

“Well quit doing that and just drive already. Don’t forget you promised me a swing.”

A swing? …

You were about to ask what the heck that was all about when suddenly there was a loud pop! outside, followed by another one, then more. Everybody ducked for cover, and the brunette up front hit the gas...but the car hardly went anywhere.

“Sh*t!” he cursed, yanking out a...was that a…?

He’d yanked out a gun. All of them did.

You suddenly found yourself longing for the security and dull lifestyle of the sunless basement.

“Get down!” the cherry boy ordered, shoving you to the floor of the van. You squeaked and did as told, though it’s not like you really had much say in the matter.

Grumpy growled, cocking his weapon and aiming it out the shattered window. “I thought you said no one saw you!” he hissed. Cherry sighed, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. 

“I-I told you I didn’t see anyone! I cleared the entire house with Seungmin just like you asked!”

“Well you obviously did a terrible job! And Seungmin’s not even here, what are you talking about?!”

The younger boy sniffled, his voice cracking around the edges. “H-He hacked into the security cams...I--”

“Sheesh, lay off already Minho, this is his first time on the job.” The freckled boy spoke. He looked to be the most innocent of the bunch, yet sounded the most intimidating. “We all make mistakes our first time around--”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Minho barked. “You--”

“Hey!! Leave my partner alone!” ordered the shorter raspy-voiced one. “You’re the one that chose to park out here in the open like this!”

“We’re not in the open! Are you blind?! Do you not see all the damn trees outside?!?” He waved an overemphasized hand in the air, cursing as a bullet whizzed by and almost gave him a new piercing. He grumbled then, firing back a few rounds. “...I’m the one with the license, how many times do I have to tell you not to be a backseat driver?”

“Ugh, you’re such a killjoy...sh*t, we should have signed up for raiding the BTS hideout.” Raspy spoke to his partner. “Hyunjin and Jisung really got the better deal this time...”

His partner scoffed, shaking his head. “Agreed--”

The back windows exploded as a round of automatics blew up the glass, and the youngest redhead squeaked, throwing himself down and nearly dropping his gun.

Enough for you to grab it.

You don’t know what took over you in that second, but with little more than a fleeting thought you kicked once, twice, three times until the back doors flew open, throwing yourself out in the process. You heard the redhead screeching behind you, followed by shouts from the others as well, but you didn’t stop to look back or listen to what they had to say. You were getting out of here, for real this time.

But in your high of adrenaline you failed to realize it was a battlefield you were potentially throwing yourself in the middle of, and that was enough for your survival instincts to kick in and make you freeze, panic-stricken in both heart and mind.

Especially because in the next second, you found Jaemin standing right in front of you.

“Y/n!” he nearly yelled, out of breath and drenched in a layer of sweat. He was way more than a little angry this time. “What the hell are you doing out here?! How did you get outside?!?”

You didn’t have time for his stupid dumb questions, or to just be standing around like a target. Shakily, you rose the gun in your hand before you, gripping the cushioned handle tightly. You aimed it right at his heart.

Jaemin’s eyes went wide, then settled down to something subtle and almost lifeless, gray clouds forming on the horizon that casted a shadow over his face. He didn’t move an inch. “Y/n...put the gun down. Now.”

“......” You didn’t listen. Hesitantly, you released the safety. Jaemin flinched ever so slightly, though he tried to contain it.

“Y/n, please. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want what’s best for you. I warned you, didn’t I? That there were bad people in this world that were after you? ...They’re after me, really. They want me dead, y/n. And the best way for them to get under my skin is through you.”

“......” You’re hands were shaking more and more visibly at this point, to where you were barely able to keep the gun trained in one place-- it was everywhere, jumping from his face, his shoulder, his bicep. You swallowed hard, working relentlessly to keep the tears from pooling in your eyes and blinding you once again to the reality before you, putting you under a false lens of a made-up reality that Jaemin actually cared about you, that he was really safe, that he wanted what was best for you. A world he had crafted himself.

Do it, y/n. Just shoot already! He’s a liar! You can’t go back to being holed up in a basement for the rest of your life…!

A shot rang out that could be heard from miles away; it sounded distant, but in reality it was happening right in front of you.

Jaemin took a deep, ragged breath, lowering the smoking gun in his hand. A few seconds later you heard a body drop to the grassy wooded floor.

“MINHO!!!” Cherryboy screamed, tromps of footsteps filling up the back of your mind. You turned trembling hands and quivering lips behind you, where the one named Minho laid out on the ground, blood leaking from a wound on his chest. He coughed up more blood, cursing between each upheaval. 

“I...sh*t, I’m fine...just...uhn…”

He fell over whilst trying to stand, and the other three boys were at his side in an instant, then soon surrounded by more men in similar attire to Jaemin’s. A brush of fingers wisped against your shoulder, and you nearly screeched as you whirled to face the present danger, wrapping your arms around yourself, the gun falling at your feet.

Except there wasn’t any danger to be found. It was only Jaemin.

Not scary, psychotic, manipulative Jaemin. The Jaemin you once knew a long time ago, the one with soft eyes and blurred edges and a fragile, caring heart.

He had been right. He really had only wanted what was best for you. For the both of you; because you knew, or now realized, that Jaemin had and always would be a part of you. Your roots were here, with him.

You cried. Sobbed uncontrollably until the tears refused to stop falling, and Jaemin caught each and everyone, holding you tightly and securely in his strong, sheltering arms.

“Hey...shhh...it’s okay, now,” he whispered, brushing back your hair as you cried. He tilted your face up to look at him after a few moments, once the bad people who’d almost taken you to probably another basement or who knows where had been hauled away, smiling down you agilely. “I told you, didn’t I? This world isn’t safe. Please, let me protect you. I want to take care of you.”

“......” With shaky breath you nodded, slowly, gently allowing yourself to be cradled back into that false reality you were now finding to be true.

He smiled and helped you back inside, through the kitchen and down the maze of halls towards the basement. As you walked, your arm brushed up against a pair of glasses that soon after fell off the counter, the lenses shattering to the floor.

[vannahfanfics]

Snapshot

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Gintama

Characters: Gintoki Sakata, Tae Shimura

Requested by: Asperger Hero (Ao3)

“Hiiiii~!” Tae warbled cheerfully as she strolled casually into the Yorozuya only just seconds after she had knocked at the door. The three employees of the joint all greeted her with varying degrees of enthusiasm— her cute little brother acknowledged her happily, Kagura gave a muffled greeting through a mouthful of rice, and Gintoki just grunted and did not look away from his weather program. She had to suppose a grunt was better than nothing, considering how absorbed he always was in the daily report.

“What brings you here this morning, Big Sister?” Shinpachi inquired as she sat down at the table. Tae giggled as anticipation bubbled up inside of her. This visit wasn’t her average, everyday, just-happened-to-be-in-the-neighborhood house call. She grinned broadly as she produced a small camera from within the folds of her kimono.

“Look what I won in a work raffle! A Polaroid camera!”

“Whuzzat?” Kagura huffed as she swallowed a chunk of rice that would choke a normal person and leaned over the table to inspect the small device with curious eyes.

“It’s a camera that instantly prints a picture you take! Here, smile, Kagura,” Tae instructed as she put the camera up to her eye to focus. Kagura blinked before hurriedly striking a ridiculous pose, arms bent at odd angles and face twisted into a less-than-flattering expression. The flash burst as the shutter fluttered with Tae’s finger pressing down on the button. The camera whirred and spat out a black square rimmed with white, and Tae took the photograph to start shaking it so it would develop. After a few seconds of vigorous shaking, she held it out for Kagura to see; the alien’s eyebrows shot up to the roots of her hair as she was greeted with the crazy photo.

“Wow! That’s so amazing!” she laughed, snatching the photo up to run over to Gintoki and stick it in his face. “Look, Gin, it’s me!”

“Fascinating. Now move,” he grumped and fell onto his side so that he could once more behold the cute weathergirl chattering amiably on the television. Kagura pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks in childish protest. Gin yelped as she kicked him hard in the shin, and as he curled up on the carpet whimpering and holding the potentially fractured bone, Kagura scampered innocently back over to the table to sit next to Tae.

“You should get pictures of everyone! We can put them all on a board in here!” the young girl suggested excitedly.

“What a wonderful idea! It will really liven up the place!” Tae agreed. There were worse ways to spend a day, after all. Tae smiled eagerly as she held the camera between her hands. She couldn’t wait to see what kind of memories the little camera would record. It’s really lucky that I won this little prize~ she thought as she snapped a rather candid photo of Shinpachi with half a fried egg hanging out of his mouth. Kagura snatched the photo up and started running in circles around the table while Shinpachi chased her, desperate to rip the damning picture in half. Tae turned to look at the white-haired man still lounging lazily in front of the television, occasionally eclipsed by the two running teenagers. A faint haze of pink appeared on her cheeks as she hugged the camera to her chest.

Maybe… I can keep one or two for myself, too?

~~~~~~~~~~

After a day of hunting down literally everyone they knew, Tae and the two children were back at the table, pinning a collection of pictures to a large corkboard that they were going to hang in the main room. Tae had to say, she outdid herself with the menagerie. She had a nice shot of Sadaharu playing fetch with a frisbee, one of Otose smoking her pipe thoughtfully while admiring the sky, one of cute Tama sweeping contentedly, and one of Catherine flirting shamelessly with a man who looked not the least bit interested and daresay even a little frightened.

After that point, people had started crashing the party, and Tae had snapped random photos to just see and what she accomplished. The results had been fun; she had a shot of her crazy gorilla stalker Isao lying upside-down in a destroyed fruit stand where Tae had hurled him (that she was only keeping because Kagure found it hilarious) and one of Hijikata and Okita embroiled in a fistfight with Gin and Kagura. The princess Soyo had come to play with Kagura, and Tae had snapped a very cute shot of them having tea time. They had ventured down to Yoshiwara and got a photo of Hinowa, Seita, and Tsukuyo strolling through the lantern-lit streets. Tae had taken a photo with Kyuubei as well and thought it was so adorable how shy she looked. Somehow she had also managed to nab a photo of the strange long-haired patriot Katsura and his companion Elizabeth wearing mustache disguises (that were being wrenched off by a very angry Hijikata in the photo) and it was funny, so Tae kept it. She had one of Ayame the ninja, too— specifically, one of her hanging out of a window calling lewdly to Gin as he tried his best to speed-walk away. The next shot was of her jumping out of the window to fall right on top of him. Tae thought they were nice companion pieces.

Finally, the centerpiece was grumpy Gin lounging in front of his television poring over Ketsuono Ana. Tae giggled as she pinned it to the board; surely, there was nothing so unequivocally Gin than that photo. He was watching through lidded eyes as the excited trio hung up their finished product and stood back to admire it.

“Are you finally done? Does that mean you’re done dragging me all over town?” he whined as he picked at his nose with his pinky. So vulgar, she thought, but with an undeniable hint of fondness.

“Tae! Can we please keep the camera?” Kagura begged suddenly, tugging on her arm. “We want to add more photos, and we’ll have to have a camera to snag them, yes?”

Tae smiled wanly at the precious girl; the camera would be only a novel and temporarily amusement to Tae. She knew in her heart that the children would derive much more long-lasting and meaningful amusement from it, and it was no loss to her since she had gotten it for free. Still… Her eyes wavered as they settled on the bored-looking man. He had been very unexcited about posing for photos, so Tae really hadn’t gotten any good pictures of him. Tae flushed and looked down at her feet when his eyes suddenly flickered to meet hers. Was it creepy that she wanted a picture of him? Just one… Then she could relinquish the camera to Kagura with no regrets.

“Oi. Take your dog out before he pisses on my floor,” Gin barked to Kagura as Sadaharu whined miserably at the door. Kagura stuck her tongue out at the rude man but obediently jumped up to scamper over to open the door.

“Come, Shinpachi, let us take Sadaharu for a walk!”

“What? Oh, okay,” the spectacled boy shrugged and followed after her. The door clicked shut behind him.

Tae and Gin were now alone.

“What’s that look for?” The smirk on his face was positively devious. Could he know what she was thinking? “You want a picture of me all for yourself, is that it~?” Tae flinched at how easily he seemed to read her mind. She could only shuffle her feet and blush as he peeled himself up off the floor to scroll languidly over to her and take the camera in his hands to begin inspecting it critically. With how close he was standing to her, it was impossible not to notice how he towered over her in an effortlessly sexy manner… Tae’s cheeks turned dark red. Had she really just used “sexy” and “Gintoki” in the same thought process? Oh, yes, she had. She still was. It was all she could think about, even. “I really don’t get the big deal about this thing…”

“It doesn’t matter! I’m going to give it to Kagura!” Tae stammered as she reached for the camera. Gin clicked his tongue and held it high above her head, out of reach. “Gin! Give it here! You don’t care, so why are you teasing me?” she whined pitifully as she stood on her tip-toes to try and reach the camera. Her fingertips could only graze the underside of its plastic surface. Her chest kept bumping into his as she wobbled in front of him, and he tilted his head back as the crown of his head tickled his chin. He was smirking widely, obviously very entertained by her fruitless efforts. “You meanie!” she said and puffed her cheeks at him angrily.

“Mean? I was going to take a photo with you, Tae; I don’t think that’s mean at all.”

Tae ought to be alarmed by the edge to his voice, she really ought to, but that was secondary to the effect his words were having on her brain right then. She fell back onto the flats of her feet as she stared owlishly up at him.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested.”

“Just shut up and stand still,” he purred as he slowly slipped an arm around her shoulders, letting it hang there loosely as he adjusted so he was standing next to her. His other arm was raised to position the camera down towards them. Tae could only stare at the black lens, shocked at how easy it had been for Gintoki to agree.

Of course, things were never that simple with him.

She gasped loudly as his hand suddenly snapped up to grab her chin and turn her face. Her vision was a blur of his white hair and silver eyes and devilish grin and the flash of the shutter. He had concluded the act far before her mind registered the softness of his lips against hers; by the time the sensation had reached her nerves, he had already pulled back and dropped the camera in her hands to go flop down in front the television. She looked blankly down at the developing photograph, mind whirling in a storm of confusion. Surely she had just imagined that, right? There was no way Gin would kiss her…

The image slowly came to life in the black film. Sure enough, there it was, indisputable evidence of their lip-locking. Gintoki was smugly side-eyeing the camera as he smirked against Tae’s smushed lips, while her eyes were wide and locked on his face. She blinked once, twice, a third time for good measure to see if the image distorted at all. Nope. There it still was, clear as day.

“Ehhhhhhhhh?!” she screeched in a conglomeration of alarm, shock, anger, and stupid glee. “Gintoki! You can’t just do stuff like that!”

“What? Did you not like it?”

“Th-that’s beside the point.”

“So you did like it.”

“I-I didn’t say that!”

“Oh? Want me to try again?”

“Gintoki!” His shoulders shook in a baleful laugh before he tossed a smile at her. That smile made her heart stop. It wasn’t a smile of mischievousness or teasing, but genuine affection.

“Be sure to keep that a secret from Shinpachi. He won’t like it.” Tae stiffened before stuffing the photo into one of the pockets sewn into the inside of her kimono. “And Tae?”

“Y-yes?”

“Drop by more often. I get tired of Shinpachi griping about how he doesn’t get to see you with how much you work.” She blinked as he turned back to the television, grabbing the remote to flip idly through the channels. It took a moment for the request to register, and when it did, her eyes softened as she smiled lovingly. What a Gintoki way of saying things. Never could be to the point, could he?

“Hehe… Sure thing.”

She left the camera on the table for Kagura and left. As she walked home, she pulled out the photo, holding it in both hands as she walked home. Her eyes crinkled up with happiness as she admired it, her new treasure.

“Sure thing…”

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[thejollyroger-writer]

Keep Hope Close at Hand - Prologue

A/N:  The other day, I got this terrible idea of a cursed universe where Killian is Henry's father but neither of them knows it, and this is what happened. It's going to be very slow-going because grad school, but it's HAPPENING. I'm hoping to get a chapter out every few weeks or so, but if you want to be tagged when it does update, just let me know. I completely scrap every bit of canon once the curse is cast (and even before that). Good luck. 

@shireness-says , I hope you’re happy. This fic wouldn’t exist anywhere outside of my mind if it weren’t for your insistence.

Summary:  When a curse is going to send the inhabitants of Enchanted Forest, Captain Killian Jones, husband to the Princess, must take their daughter through the wardrobe to save them from the curse and give her the ability to break the curse when the time comes.

Also on AO3!

“There is nothing okay about this plan, Emma!” Killian yells, the heels of his boots practically echoing on the stone floors as he pushes his fingers through his hair, a movement that he's done so many times during the course of this conversation that parts of it are standing straight up.

“It's the only way, Killian,” she says, not for the first time, and hangs her head, refusing to turn around and look at her husband.

“It can't be the only way, and I won't — I won't do it, Emma. I'm not leaving you here.”

“There's a curse coming. A curse that's going to break us all up, take away all our memories. The wardrobe will only take two people, and I'm the princess of this realm. I can't leave my people behind.”

“But you can leave your daughter behind? Leave me behind?” She expects him to be angry, upset, incredibly pissed off — all of the things he's been throughout their whole conversation. But what she doesn't expect to hear is the sadness in his voice as it cracks while he asks this question.

Finally, she turns to him, but his back is to her, staring out the window over the ocean. By the time she makes it across the room to him, she can see his shoulders shaking as he tries to hold himself together, as he tries to hold in his sobs.

This is still something that amazes her whenever she sees it: Killian Jones, the former Captain Hook, the most villainous pirate in all the realms, who has since shed his moniker, his treachery, and his position to be with her, to marry her — showing emotion. When she met him, his only care in the world was his revenge against the Dark One, and he was willing to do whatever was necessary to finally get it. He was a hard man, an unbreakable shell of an exterior, but it did not take Emma long to get through to him and see him for what he really was: a broken man.

It had taken her a year to make him believe that she saw his true self and not the revenge-driven mask he'd worn for far too long. He's always been much more than a pirate, but it had been a few hundred years since anyone saw him that way. But as soon as he realized that she wasn't fooled by him, that she saw him for who he really was, he had already been in love with her for a few months. She was incredibly attractive, yes, absolutely the type of woman that he would have brought home to his ship for the night, but to be in love with her? That's something he hadn't thought was possible.

It took another year after that for her to realize her feelings matched his, that he was someone she was allowed to have feelings for, though it took her father a while to see it the same way. (Though Killian offering to give up his Captain Hook moniker and life of piracy in exchange for a position as naval advisor definitely helped. He was in the Navy once upon a time, of course.)

But two weeks after King David had given Killian permission to wed, they exchanged their vows in front of the whole kingdom as Captain Killian Jones and Princess Emma of Misthaven.

“Killian,” she says gently, setting her hand on his shoulder and he turns to her, startled that she is suddenly so close to him. "You know that's not true, right?"

"Well then, what is it, Emma?" The pain in his voice matches that in his eyes, and for a moment, Emma is not even sure that she can produce an answer strong enough to pull him out of his sadness. Thankfully, as her tongue seems to return to its normal size, he continues. "What is it about me and our daughter that makes it so easy to let us go while you stay behind to be cursed by the Evil Queen?"

For the briefest of moments, she wants to tell him the whole truth, the only secret she has ever felt the need to keep from her husband after five years of marriage. But she knows that it would just hurt him more, break his heart the rest of the way open knowing they have to separate, and she bites her tongue before all the words fly out. But when she doesn't produce an answer he turns away from her, back to the window, and all she can do is wrap her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his back.

"You need to keep her safe, Killian. Once the curse is cast, she will be all you have. And you will be her whole world. She's too young to remember me, and the curse will wipe all our memories, so I won't remember either of you."

With her ear pressed to his back, she hears him take a deep, shaking breath, running his fingers through his hair once more before turning in her arms, wrapping his own around her waist.

"Why do you have to be right all the bloody time?" he asks, his voice still recovering from his sobs, but he tries his hardest to smile at her.

And she tries to smile back. " Just comes with being the princess, I guess."

They stand in silence for a few moments, simply breathing in the presence of the other. But Killian's need to have his questions answered quickly wins importance over this moment.

"How long do we have?"

"Blue estimates a few weeks, at most. Geppetto is building the wardrobe as quickly as he can, it should be finished in the next few days."

"And when will the fairies come back from their journey?"

"As long as she was right about how long it would take, they should be back tonight."

Killian flicks his tongue out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip, nodding slowly, and if Emma hadn't learned that this particular combination signified her husband lost in his thoughts, she would have leaned forward to capture his lips with her own.

But after a moment, his eyes find hers again, suddenly much brighter than they were just moments before. "Do you think your mother would be able to watch our little lass tonight? So we can spend one last evening on the Jolly, one last evening to ourselves before we get have to separate?"

Emma smiles up at him, always amazed at his ability to find a silver lining in every situation. "I think I could probably talk her into that."

 The next afternoon, everyone is gathered in the council chambers, Killian holding their swaddled daughter in his arms, everyone waiting for Blue to begin, having called the meeting immediately upon her return.

"First thing first, Geppetto will be delivering the wardrobe tomorrow with some of his most trusted men. As he originally intended, it will hold enough magic to transport two people to another realm, away from the curse. Have you decided who is going to join the child?"

Killian and Emma share a glance, a soft, sad smile on her lips, and she watches him as he turns back to the fairy hovering above the center of the table. "Aye, I'll be taking her through the portal."

Emma looks across the table and meets her mother's eyes. She seems surprised at this answer, even though Emma gave her the very same excuses she gave Killian: her dedication to the kingdom, her need to stay with her people. But, also like Killian, she has kept her secret from her mother, the real reason she is too afraid to go through the portal herself and be with her daughter, even knowing that Killian would do anything to find her again.

“Good,” the fairy says as if it were just another meaningless decision like the ones that are usually made at this council table and not the hardest thing Emma has ever had to do. “Do not leave this room before I can speak with you, Captain Jones,” she adds. Killian nods, and Emma watches as the muscles of his jaw harden as he grinds his back teeth together. “Next, it seems the Evil Queen is a few days closer to casting this curse as we originally intended.”

“How many days?” Emma asks quickly, voicing the question on everyone’s mind.

“Quite a few, actually. We can probably expect the curse to be cast by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week?” Snow asks, amazed by just how quickly everything is falling apart, and a few others around the table voice similar concerns, but Emma just keeps her eyes fixed on her husband, who turns to face her, his expression awash with sadness.

“What do you mean the end of the week?!” Grumpy, the loudest of all the dwarves, jumps out of his seat, slamming his fist against the table. “You said we had a few weeks left, and now you’re giving us no more than a few days!”

The expression on the fairy’s face stays unfaltering. “I apologize, I really do,” she says as loudly as she can, trying to regain control of the council room, which only takes a moment. “We were not expecting the Evil Queen to act this quickly, but now that we know she has, we can take all necessary precautions and be as prepared as we can when the curse is finally cast.”

The room erupts into chaos once more, everyone in the room talking at once — except Emma and Killian, who sit silently next to each other, Emma’s hand on Killian’s leg as they both stare down into the bright blue eyes of their daughter.

Even if her life depended on it, Emma is not sure that she could recall any of what happened at the council meeting after that, besides the fact that every few minutes, it erupted into a cacophony of screaming voices outraged at the news Blue was sharing with them. But it is not until the members of the council begin to file out of the room that Emma even realizes that she was no longer paying attention, focused intently on trying to memorize every feature of her daughter’s face, of her husband’s.

Because, in a few days, no one could be sure when she would see them again.

If she would ever see them again.

“Captain Jones, I have a few things I would like to tell you in private if you don’t mind?” Blue asks, her wings carrying her slowly towards them across the table.

“Of course,” Killian says softly, not sure that he has enough in him to say much more, and holds the swaddled baby out to his wife with as much of a smile as he can muster, though it barely lasts a moment before it fades. Once Emma has closed the doors of the council room behind her, he turns his attention back up to the fairy, who is now hovering just a few feet from his face.

“Your journey is not going to be easy,” she says, and Killian barks out a laugh.

“Aye, really? Leaving my love behind to get cursed, knowing that our little girl is going to be raised without a mother? History sure has a damned ironic way of repeating itself, doesn’t it?”

“This child will have you , Captain. And you will have her. But one day in the future, she will be the key to breaking the curse, to finding your family and being together again. Do you understand?”

Killian swallows as a sudden chill inches its way down his spine. This is new information for him, knowing that it is on him to raise the little girl who will piece his life back together. “How will I know when it is time?”

“That is a question I do not have the answer to. All I can say is that when it is time, she will let you know. Keep hope close at hand, Captain. The day will come.”

“Excellent. Nothing like incredibly cryptic messages from a bloody fairy.”

“I am sorry I cannot be more straightforward with things of this nature. But find solace in the fact that she will break the curse when the time is right.”

 Much to everyone’s dismay, only five days pass before dark purple smoke is seen on the horizon, moving quickly towards Misthaven.

The time has come.

Killian collects the few things they have decided to bring with them packed in a satchel slung over his shoulder. But before he turns to the bassinet where their daughter is sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos that her life is about to become, he turns to his wife, standing unmoving in the middle of the room, paralyzed by shock.

Quickly, he fills the space between them, resting his palm against her cheek just in time to catch her first tear with his thumb. “I will do everything I can to find you, darling,” he whispers, trying to will her eyes to raise from the floor and meet his, needing to take one last look into the entire world hidden behind them before he can depart. After a moment, she does just that, her chin quivering against his hand as she is unable to contain the tears that have welled in her eyes.

She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Instead, she lunges forward and hugs him as tightly as she can, burying her face in the crook of his neck, trying to breathe as much of him in as she can. He does the same with her, deep breaths through his nose trying to memorize the smell of her, the feel of her hair against his cheek, as much of her as he can, just as he has been trying to do since the curse was first announced to them.

“I knew you were going to have to leave, have to take her with you, but I didn’t — I was trying to avoid believing that I was actually going to have to say goodbye.”

“Aye, love, I know how you feel. I cannot begin to express just how damned much I will miss every single thing about you, you know that?”

“I love you,” she whispers, her lips wet with tears but finding his anyway.

He couldn’t care less, just focused on feeling her against him, her lips against his for the last time in who knows how long. “I love you. Not a day will go by when I don’t think of you.”

She laughs, though it quickly turns to sobs. “Good.”

He pulls her tight against him once more, knowing that they are running out of time, but he never wants to let her go.

“Emma, darling,” he mumbles finally, no part of him wanting her to move a muscle.

But reality quickly sinks in when the door to their room crashes open, David’s face red and the king breathless.

“What are you still doing here?” he yells, and Killian pulls himself away from her, the single hardest thing he has ever had to do, letting her turn instead to her father. “Take her and go! You’re running out of time!”

Killian nods at the king, a man that he has grown closer to than he ever would have thought possible, then reaches down and pulls his daughter out of her bassinet, turning back to Emma and David for one final look before he pulls the door to the wardrobe open and steps through it, closing it behind him. For a moment, it’s just dark, the smell of freshly-felled wood thick in his nose, but then the world begins to spin around him and all he can do is hold his daughter against his chest as tightly as he can.

“Don’t worry, darling, I have you,” he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut, and then his feet are on hard ground again. When he opens his eyes, all he can see is trees.

It worked.

Back in Misthaven, as the purple smoke begins to weave its way through the castle, Emma clings to her father, finally voicing the secret that she so desperately wished she didn’t have to keep from her husband: “I’m pregnant. I couldn’t tell Killian, he would have refused to leave, would have refused to let me stay here, but I couldn’t — I was too afraid, and now this baby will never know his father.”

Her emotions are finally too much for her, and even though David is trying his best to hold her up, she collapses to the floor, her sobs echoing off the cold stone of the castle as the curse reaches the deepest depths of the realm.

[the-beastslayers-queen]

Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 28

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It’s been a week since we buried my mom, and I haven’t left the house since. Hell, I’ve hardly left my bed. Colby has been accommodating, taking care of Tyler and taking him out to Black and Brave whenever he had to go to his school. I felt so guilty for being so out of everything, but with my mom gone after finally having her in my life again I had a right to be upset and depressed.

I had opted not to return to road life after the funeral, and Vince and the rest of his family was more than willing to give me the time I needed to grieve for my mom. Colby was working hard to encourage me to return to the ring when he was at Extreme Rules. This would give me time to process everything that had happened and try to get my life back to normal and adjust to not having my mom around.

“Thea,” I heard Colby call out quietly as he poked his head in, announcing he was back with Tyler from his school, “Babe? How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Are you hungry?”

“I’m a little hungry,” I rolled over to look at him, I could see the sadness in his eyes at seeing me in such a depressed state, “Where’s Tyler?”

“My mom offered to have him spend the night with her,” he replied as he entered the room and sat at my side and stroked my hair, “She wanted to give us a night off so I can focus on you and how you’re feeling. So it’ll just be us tonight. Do you want to maybe watch a few movies and I can order us something?”

“That would be nice,” I grabbed hold of his hand, and laced my fingers with his, “I’m sorry you have to worry so much about me. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You are not a burden in the slightest,” Colby bent down and kissed me, “As your mate and boyfriend, and as part of the imprint, I am hardwired at this point to be whatever you need me to be. If I’m needed to be supportive and there for you to curl up into, I’m your man. So get used to having me close by for the next couple weeks because I’m not leaving you alone for a second.”

I ended up falling asleep in Colby’s arms. I was just so exhausted from how down and out I’ve been feeling since I lost my mom. I decided to just stay in my own dream for a change, just to conserve what little energy I had. What I hadn’t expected was to have a visitor. I was in my living room, just lounging on the couch with a blanket in my dream when the front door opened and the last person I could expect walked into the house.

“Thea,” my mom called out as she came in.

“Mama,” I asked, confused on how she was here.

“There’s my sweet girl,” she replied as she came to hug me tightly, “I’m here sweetheart. I am always here when you need me most.”

“But why are you here,” I asked, “I mean you died to save me from my magic killing me to bring back Colby. You should’ve moved on by now.”

“I am in a better place,” she sat me down on the couch again and took a seat next to me, “But I’m always able to come visit you in your dreams.”

“So since you’re here,” I looked down at our now joined hands, “I’m sure you’ve seen how depressed I’ve been.”

“I have and that’s why I’m here,” she brought our hands up to her face and kissed my knuckles, “That’s why I’m here. I want to tell you that I will always live on in your heart. That I’m not entirely gone from your life. I want you to move on from this, but on your own time and on your own time. I know it hurts still for you, but I just want to let you know that I am at peace and I feel no pain. I’m happy and I am so proud of you. Keep making me proud sweetheart.”

I was back in the gym with Colby. I had to make sure I didn’t have any ring rust when I return the Raw after Extreme Rules. Colby suggested that we spar today since he was cleared to do some ring work, and he felt I would be a great partner for him to work with to make sure he was ready and at 100%.

“Babe,” I was dripping in sweat and my muscles felt like they were on fire and I was struggling to catch my breath, “I am completely spent here. I can hardly breathe. I think we’re both ready for the ring.”

“Okay I concede,” Colby laughed as he hugged me, “Let’s go shower and pick up Tyler from my mom. I’m sure our little man is missing us a ton.”

Colby and I were busy in our room, packing up for heading out to Extreme Rules. We had Tyler sitting on the floor with a few of his toys. One of his favorites was a big foam baseball Colby got Tyler for his first birthday. Tyler adored it because he would roll it and Colby would roll it back to him. I’m the moment Tyler can throw it, Colby will start teaching him how to play catch.

Tyler rolled the ball to Colby, but Colby didn’t pay attention and it caused Tyler to huff at him. But Colby continued to ignore him. So Tyler hefted himself up onto his own two feet. I looked over at Tyler and I covered my mouth in shock and surprise at seeing Tyler standing up on his own. I was also trying to contain my laughter since Tyler had his daddy’s grumpy face plastered on his chubby little face.

Tyler lifted his right foot and took a step. I was in tears at seeing him take his first step. Tyler looked down at his foot and got a determined gleam in his eye to repeat the action with his left foot. Tyler looked down at his left foot like he had with his right foot, and then looked at his father that was still ignoring him and his ball. He started to take more steps, making his way over to Colby as he was deep in thought staring at his bag making sure he had everything he needed inside of it.

Tyler finally made his way over to Colby. I had my phone out at this point, recording the whole trek Tyler took to cross the room. I had to get this moment on video and save it forever so we could watch it over and over again. Tyler grabbed his father’s pant leg and gave it a good yank as he babbled angrily at his dad to pay attention to him.

“Tyler,” Colby looked down to see Tyler standing and yanking on his pant leg with an angry look on his little face, “How did you get over here little man?”

“He walked,” I answered for Tyler as Colby picked Tyler up, “He got so mad at you and trudged his way across the room towards you. You didn’t roll his ball back to him.”

“I didn’t even feel it hit me,” Colby had finally noticed the ball at his ankle, “Sorry buddy. I didn’t mean to ignore you. Do you forgive me, little man? I promise to play with you once I have everything packed up, okay.”

With that, Tyler was a smiling and happy little boy again. Colby set him back down and Tyler picked up his ball and walked back to his pile of toys to continue playing while we got back to work on packing again.

Colby and I were at the Prudential Center for Extreme Rules. Colby was hiding out on the bus parked behind the arena, having snuck in with the hood of his hoodie pulled up over a black hat and I was right behind him with one of his other black hoodies with the hood up to obscure my face as I dipped in behind him.

“Alright so I’m not making my appearance until after the main event,” Colby took a seat once he had his new gear set out on the couch of the bus’s front lounge, “I’ll be hitting Roman with a sneak attack before scampering off back behind the curtain again. I’ll make a proper address of my return tomorrow.”

“I like it,” I smiled as I went into my gear and I pulled the arm band I had made. It had the same logo of Colby’s in-ring initials but I wouldn’t add it to my attire until later on down the road when Colby would turn face against Stephanie and Hunter, “We yet again find ourselves on opposite sides. But only for a few months this time thankfully. But I’m glad I got this made ahead of time though. I think it was about time my ring gear got synced up with yours.”

“I agree,” Colby grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, “It’ll be good to have my girlfriend match her gear to me. It’ll be a way for us to closer than ever and be in each other’s corner even when we’re not physically in each other’s corner.”

“Because we both know how picky Vince is about people being each other’s managers,” I added, “If it doesn’t fit with his vision for the show, it doesn’t happen.”

“I also have a little surprise for you after I make my return appearance tonight,” Colby kissed my neck, just under my earlobe, “I think you’ll like it. I know I already do.”

I was watching Colby running out from gorilla. I was so happy for him. Hell I think everyone was happy to see him back in the ring again. They all knew how much he loved this business. I knew from my experience with him being on the sidelines and having to watch me continue to compete killed him, because he wasn’t there in the ring with me. But now that he was coming back, and being a full wolf this time, he was going to get back to the top of the mountain in record time.

Once Colby bowed to the crowd on the stage, he came running back and had a huge smile on his face. I ran up to him and jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, so happy he was finally back and I would be back tomorrow. After the last two years we’ve had, we were ready to have things go our way for once.

“You were great out there babe,” I kissed him hard as he held me tightly, “I’m so proud of you. Go take your victory lap. I’ll be here when you finish.”

Colby went around and talked with everyone that was rooting for him to return healthy and ready to take the ring by storm. Once he was done, he came back to me and he took hold of my hands.

“So I’ve been threatening this for a while so I know you knew this was coming eventually,” Colby bent down on one knee and Becky came over with a ring box that I’m sure he slipped to her before he had to go out tonight, “Theadora Rose Bartlett, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately, “Thousand times yes. I’ll marry you, ya big goofball.”

Colby lit up with a smile that would put the sun in second place. He took the ring, a beautiful white gold ring with a bright india cut sapphire in a setting surrounded by small diamonds on my left ring finger and rose to his feet. He lifted me into his arms and slammed his lips hard against mine. Everyone was clapping and cheering, celebrating this momentous milestone for us.

[selenecrawford]

The Odd Pair 12

Warning: I think cursing and intense red hot fluff (this is not a drill)

The sound of the phone interrupted Shingen's response. He took the phone answering fast, emotionless. When he finished by smashing the auricular on the desk. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath trying to regain his composure. The call came in the worst time of all. He thought finally they were going somewhere, he wanted to sit and talk, but he wanted her to initiate because he wasn't sure she was on the same page as him. Now this, needed to be  put aside until he could deal with this new development. Shingen never knew when Selene closed the distance between them. He got startled a bit when he felt her hand on his arm. Taking a look at her emerald eyes he saw concern, he wanted to protect her from anything and anyone. Smiling back at her he was going to answer when she frowned.

“Please don't me shut me off. I know something is happening and I want to help. We can speak later about us, but now you need support and I want to be there for you. Please let me help you.” her last words were a simple plea.

His body moved on his own, kissing her forehead he hug Selene tightly. She didn't hesitated, and responded to him. A couple of minutes later he broke the hug.

“Come on, let's cook something to eat I'll explain what is happening.” he smiled again.

Selene breathed a sigh of relief smiling back at him. It was a step, she only hope these baby steps can lead to something more definitive.

They went to the kitchen to prepare a simple meal. Selene had to scold Shingen since he was stealing cookies during the cooking process.

“Takeda you are ruining your appetite, you have dessert after dinner.” Selene's tone was trying to be serious but she failed completely giggling softly at the end.

“I'm a kid who needs all the nutrients, I'm still growing, please one more?”  Shingen put his best puppy eyes pleading with a grin.

“You are incorrigible. Ok one more. But that's it. Come on, I need help with the pasta.” with a head shake and smile Selene hold the pasta drainer.

They managed to make dinner then sit and talk while eating.

“So you told Nolan a false last name. May I ask why?” Shingen gave a bite to the pasta eating with appetite.

“ I don't like the man. He made me just want to get locked on a glass container. He made my skin crawl in a bad way. Where did you find him?” Selene felt the ambient calmed , relaxed something that made her feel on a better mood.

During her conversation with Masamune she discovered that she still loved Shingen. A discovery that startled her since she thought was already sorted out. Her fear is that he might not correspond her. But the odds were pretty much unknown. Remembering his expression at the office she saw a change in his eyes. Like he was happy with her approach. Might her feel like her? Perhaps he wants her to take the initiative? She jumped when Shingen reached her hand.

“Something wrong?”

“Sorry I got distracted. I have this tendency to overthink sometimes. What was you were talking about?”

“It was about the call I got. Nolan is on the move, apparently, he found out who you really are. He demands to know why you lied to him.” Shingen was still holding her hand. Selene turned the palm in order to hold his hand.

“I did it on reflex. Usually when I found people in the past that I couldn't stand I just lied my name and went away. I might not be proud of it but that was how I used to deal with things.” She holds her  gaze at Shingen. Letting him process the information.

“Understood, I just will like that one day you could tell me how were those years. You are not alone, not anymore.” dinner resume with Selene's heart running at full speed. Those words, she dare not to have hope for them.

Shingen tried not to let it show his feelings. Selene had decided to give the first step. Which was good. He wanted to keep talking about them, to see if they could do something about this situation. But life had other ideas, the call came on the worst timing possible. Not showing his emotions had been a skill he learned, it was convenient, had helped him on numerous times. A good skill to protect him also from disappointments, heartbreaks. Refraining from reacting to that thought he kept eating. He suddenly was hungry, perhaps it had to do with Selene's approaching, it made him feel in better mood.  

“For the time being, I need to go back to New York. Nolan is being an eyesore and apparently preparing an insurrection. He wants to get completely control of the company.” Shingen stopped he wanted to ask Selene properly but he was hesitant whether she will agree or not. Last time ended up pretty bad for them thanks to his childish jealousy. Understanding his hesitation Selene took the initiative. “ So that means that “we” have to go back?”

“No, I can go back and forth....” the idea was not good that will  put a strain on his health.

“Let's have an agreement. I will go with you, and if any of us gets angry at least we will address the situation when we calm down. Not harsh decisions while being angry ok?” her little smile was cute and Shingen cleared his throat before agreeing with the request.

“ I agree, sounds like a plan.”

“Good because we need Nobunaga for this.”

“Wait, what? What does he have to do with this?” Shingen's defenses went up again.

Selene reached for his temple, softly she caressed the creases on the middle of his eyes. “Before you get all grumpy again. Let me explain first. Just in case, Nobunaga just like Masamune, are great friends nothing more nothing less. So please, control yourself.” Selene reached him and gave him a hug. He was a bit tense until he felt her hand caressing his hair. Little by little he relaxed against her. Kissing the top oh his hair, Selene asked once again

“I know I'm asking a lot, but can you trust me?” Selene separated a bit to look him in the eye.

Shingen took a look at those eyes knowing he will say yes in the end. He could read strength, determination, tenderness. Just like Selene that was a component he didn't want to dare to hope. Besides his family and the gang, trust was a thing he didn't give easily. Selene was being courageous, she was offering a hand to face this problem. His heart started running a bit faster, hope was making the rounds giving him an opportunity. Would he dared to take it?

“Tell me what you have in mind princess.”

Seeing he is on board she gave him a big grin. “Come on, let's clean this place up. I will tell you while doing the dishes. She was turning around when Shingen hug her waist and rest his face against her back. Selene overlap her arms with hers. Her thumbs caressing his hands in circles. No words were needed for them to understand this was a big step. What ever, comes their way they will face it together.

The new trip took place one week later. Selene had to make some arrangements, after coordinating that travel, she called Nobunaga.

“Hey, I wanted to ask how is it going with the information I requested you.”

“Yes, I am fine how are you?”

“Sorry, traveling nerves. How are you?”

“I'm good, work as always. I got some pretty interesting things regarding dear Mr. Nolan. Our Mr board member might not be as clean as he claims to be.”

“Really? So anything we can use on the meeting without looking suspicious?” the information confirmed her suspicions, preparedness was now key given the circumstances.

“Well, right now Shingen has a great lawyer team. But Nolan is not going to aim for him. The target will be you. If you have anything you need to let Shingen know about it before hand. I will be with you as your lawyer, send me the information as soon as you can so I can coordinate the date.”

“Got it, I will let Shingen know.”

“Selene how are you and Shingen right now?”

The question took her by surprise, yet she recovered quickly to answer. “We are good now why?”

“Nolan will seek to exploit any weakness you guys have. The moment you meet him you must be acting as a unit, the minimal crack on the armor, you both will be done.” Nobunaga's tone was definitive, Selene couldn't help getting a shiver running down her spine. Some risks might need to be taken in order for this to work.

“Thank you, Non-nom.”

“Stop calling me that is offensive.”

“Really? I thought calling you a fool was offensive.” her giggles gave Nobunaga a smile reassuring him she was ok. “I will see you then.”

“Bye” Several calls latter she went to find Shingen on the balcony of their bedroom. He seemed to be deep in thought at the moment she found him.

“That frown on your face does not suit you.” Selene stood next to him.

“I wish things weren't so complicated sometimes. Did you managed to speak with Oda?”

“Yes, Nolan is not a lightweight, he told me we need to be really careful.”

“We? as in you and me?” the surprise on Shingen's voice made her look at him.

“Yes, apparently Nolan is not a saint, he will use all his tricks to put you on the spot without touching you, Nobunaga thinks we need to work a strategy a very solid one. Any crack he will take advantage of that to get to us.” Closing her eyes Selene gave a sigh.

“ What are you thinking Princess?”

“We need to let the board know we are married.” When Shingen kept looking at her she continued. “I know you want to protect me, but right now, we can use the marriage card. That will put the board at ease. And turn the balance on your favor. As for the reason to keep this silent is because we can say we wanted our privacy before stepping out into society. So far, this is not medieval times we are allowed to our own privacy and reasons to be together.” crossing her arms she waited for Shingen's response.

“Sounds good to me. Now I have a question. Besides this nice speech we are going to deliver to them we need another mediums to convince them we are madly in love don't you think?”

“Uh, what do you mean?” Selene frown, being caught off guard by the question.

Shingen mischievous smile appeared slowly, he turned to Selene and took his time getting near her until she got pinned against the railing. Selene felt a rush of emotion on the pit of her stomach. Her cheeks started to get a dusty pink color while she let her gaze down looking at floor. Her heart was racing, trying to control her breathing she tried to ignore the warmth Shingen was transmitting.

“Shingen what..., what you thin...think you are doing?” his closeness was making her loose her concentration. He avoided touching her on purpose. He wanted to see how much she really desire him. Will she be as thirsty as he was for her? Will she resist him? He knew he wasn't playing fair. But this was something he needed to do in order to work a strategy to protect her. He saw how she suddenly became shy, almost fragile. Her cheeks looked already dusty rose but with a fast change to red. Shingen's smile only grew bigger, savoring this reaction to him. He was near just enough to let her feel his body heat but not enough to touch him. Since she was looking at the wooden floor, his mouth approached her ear.

“We need to practiced out PDA, Princess. For a couple especially newly weds we need to practice in order to convince the others how much we love each other don't you think.?” Selene gulped down visibly before asking in a ragged voice.

“What do you have in mind?”

With a seductress smile Shingen started nuzzling Selene's neck making her legs double. Seeking support she hold onto his shirt.

“You are not playing fair your know?” Selene managed to rest her buttocks against the railing while her hands and arms were against his chest. Shingen still was in a distance that neither was touching nor far from her. His heart was ramming against his chest. She smelled so nice today, a hint of verbena was on her hair and skin. Part of her cheeks and ears were red as a tomato. He felt he was being intoxicated on her essence. The urge to sink himself on her was growing by the minute. Her neck was soft, slender, not able to contain himself he lick it a bit. His reward was a soft moan escaping near his ear sending shivers to both. Shingen's arms were at each side of her preventing Selene's escape. She dared not to let go of his shirt fearing she might fall on the floor. Shingen's next tease was to nibble softly her earlobe, her legs finally gave in and both fell to their knees. The movement finally made them get in touch with each other. Shingen rest his hands on her hips. Meanwhile, Selene kept holding his shirt like this was the only thing that keeping her floating in a sea of desire. Although she was sinking faster by the minute.

“ There is one more thing we need to practice.” his whispers to her ear.

Selene was resting her forehead on his left shoulder, this was too much for her. She was ready for him at that moment he only had to ask and she will say yes. The beat of her was sounding loud on her ears, his body heat was suffocating her and yet her body still was eager awaiting for his next move. Her brain was shouting for her to stop this but her heart just shut up all reason. She raised her head to look at him with eyes full of lustful desire.

“What is missing?” she whispered.

Shingen started to nuzzle her nose playfully, the unspoken invitation to play was followed by soft licks to her lips and little nips to her chin. The play started innocent until she wanted him to kiss her properly. Her frustration grew until she put her hands on his cheeks catching his mouth with hers on a deep famished kiss. She started assaulting his mouth with purpose until he responded back by taking her hips and spreading her legs so he can position in between them. Selene adjusted to her new position while Shingen lowered her to the floor now leaving him on top of her. The kiss continue until they had stop for air. Panting Selene started laughing at the way he managed to steal a kiss from her.

Shingen look at Selene laughing genuinely for the first in what might be years.   Rolling to the side he lay next to her observing her, until she calmed down. Her cheeks were red, she was all flustered but so radiant and glowing. God, she looked so beautiful, Shingen closed the distance to deliver soft kisses on her whole face. His right hand caressing the curve of her left side until his hand was resting on her hip. In the end both closed their eyes, with foreheads touching. Another silence full of unspoken words, each praying this time things will work different both.

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SuperWonderBat Mini Exchange

written for the ever so talented, effervescent, and amazingly talented @androbeaurepaire - the trinity gets de-aged, because Bruce just had to track down a witch. Now he’s a baby, and Clark’s at a loss.

It happened to Bruce first. They’d all fallen asleep, arms and legs tangled together underneath fine Egyptian cotton sheets. Clark always woke up first. He’d rub at his eyes, walk to the window, and take in the first bright rays of the day. Diana would wake when Bruce grumbled at the loss of Clark’s warmth at his side.

Usually with a curse.

But that morning, there was no grumpy cussing. There was, in fact, the sound of a baby gearing up for a truly colossal wail. He was at the bed in a flash, catching Diana’s hand that had flown up, ready to strike at the new arrival.

“Where’s Bruce?” She asked, making a face at his hand holding her back. “Seriously? I would’ve stopped before I hit. Is that a baby?”

Clark finally released her hand, and together they pulled the bedsheets back.

A chubby, black haired, blue eyed baby was nearly swallowed by Bruce’s boxers. His tiny fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were red. The Kryptonian sat down, gently picking the baby up. He couldn’t hear the reverberating bass beat of Bruce’s heart. But this baby’s heart beat in a quicker, but similar cadence.

“There’s magic at work here,” Diana murmured as she sat up. She offered her finger to the still wailing baby, who loosened his fist long enough to take it. “He kind of looks like Bruce, doesn’t he?”

“Di,” Clark murmured. “I think this is Bruce.”

The baby stopped wailing.

“Oh, Hera help us.”

His children found it hilarious. There were more Wayne children in the manor now than there had been in a long time. Dick and Jason took turns carrying Bruce around. Tim had brought diapers and pacifiers when he arrived, Cass and Damian had helped teach Duke how to hold the head. Alfred had been lurking in the shadows with a camera, snapping photo after photo. They had a family dinner together, and Clark held Bruce, letting him sleep on his shoulder. Then the time for patrol came, and they all filed out for the evening. Diana held Bruce on her hip as they climbed to the master suite.

“Have you ever thought about it?” She asked as Clark shut the door behind them.

“Thought about what?”

“The three of us, having a baby,” The amazon murmured as she laid on her back, with Bruce resting on her chest. “I know we have Bruce’s kids and your kids and my girls. But, I do want a baby. With the both of you.”

“I would love that, would you, Bruce?” He asked, his index finger lifting Bruce’s little chin up.

Bruce's snot bubble popped.

“I think he loves it, too,” Clark laughed.

Bruce scrunched his face up, his tiny fist swatting Clark’s finger from his chin. Diana sniffed.

“It’s your turn to change his diaper,” She said after a beat. She held Bruce to Clark like an offering, a smirk on her face.

He took Bruce, holding him at arm’s length. Damned with his heightened senses, he made quick work of the ruined diaper and Bruce.

“You’re awfully stinky, you know that?” He cooed as they left the bathroom. “I thought that was something that just happened when you started being a vigilante. Poor Alfred, wh- Hey! Don’t spit up on me!”

Bruce laughed, vomit still on his lips.

“Di, can you take him back? I have to change shirts. He thinks he’s a comedian now, I guess.”

“Whatever,” came from the closet.

“Whatever? Di, are you- Oh, jeez, not you, too.”

A sixteen-year-old Diana Prince stepped out of the closet, a look of pure and utter boredom on her face. She looked at Bruce, then at Clark’s shirt, then rolled her eyes.

“Fine, give the only girl in the relationship the baby. That’s not sexist or anything.”

“I could just put him on the bed?”

“Smart move, breeder. Put the baby who can’t lift his head on a bed with thick sheets. There’s no way he’d suffocate to death.”

Clark blinked, holding the baby sized version of his boyfriend, talking to the 16-year-old teenage angst version of his girlfriend. Who apparently thought of Clark as a ‘breeder.’

“I really have no idea what to do or say here.”

“Of course you don’t,” she scoffed. “This never would have happened if I just stayed on Themyscira.”

Diana walked over to Clark and took Bruce out of his arms. She lifted him by his armpits, glaring at the baby as if he were the worst looking sewer rat in the world. Bruce started crying. Diana started crying louder. Clark went to change his shirt and hopefully find a keg of Budweiser in the closet.

They were still having their crying contest when he came back out. Diana sighed loudly, holding the still crying Bruce in the air.

“He’s annoying me.”

“Did you try calming him down?” Clark could feel a headache forming between his eyes.

She turned Bruce around to face her. “Hello, former billionaire grown adult man who somehow turned into a baby and now won’t stop going to the bathroom in his pants, can you please, with your large vocabulary, tell me what’s wrong?”

Clark placed a hand over his mouth, dragging it down his jaw in frustration at the sarcastic bite of her words.

Bruce kept wailing.

He closed the distance between them, taking Bruce from her. Once Clark was holding him, he settled, blinking away the tears in his eyes.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight. Alone.”

“Did you have this much angst the first time you were a teenager?” Clark asked as he finally reached the doorway.

“Yeah, I did. Then Antiope beat it out of me. Go away.”

Clark shut the door. He walked down towards the guest bedroom he used to sleep in before Bruce declared his love for Clark and Diana. The door opened quietly, and he crossed the carpeted floor to the full-sized bed. He sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and Bruce resting against his stomach.

“She’s sixteen now, and you’re still, what, a not even a year old? I haven’t dealt with any magic users lately. I know she hasn’t. So, what did you do?”

“Zah!” Bruce shouted.

Clark jumped.

“Did you just talk?”

“Zah, ah na.”

He turned Bruce around, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“What is that? A name?”

“Zah,” he mumbled around the fist half shoved into his mouth. “Mm-Zah.”

“Zah,” Clark said. Then, “Do you think Zatanna could help?”

Bruce’s chubby baby cheeks dimpled with the strength of his smile.

“Do you think we could get Miss Teen Angst to join us?”

The baby gurgled.

“Yeah, didn’t think so. Maybe reverse psychology would work on her? It has to, right? I mean, I can’t just go to Themyscira on my own and get Antiope to train the attitude of her again. You’re in no state to go anywhere either. I guess you’re right about Zatanna. She’d handle this the best. John Constantine would probably just try to get baby you to smoke some of his terrible cigarettes,” he paused. “Okay. That was unfair. I’m overreacting. I’m just worried that the longer we wait… I’m worried that the two of you will be stuck like this. Don’t get me wrong; this baby you is adorable. But I miss being in your arms. I miss being sandwiched in between the both of you. I miss our battles together. I miss you, and I think I’m scared.”

The room was quiet after that, only broken by the snores that came from Bruce and Clark minutes later.

The sun rose, and for the first time in a very long time, Clark did not rise with it. In fact, Bruce felt heavier on his chest. He cracked an eye open.

He was eight years old again.

“Aw, come on,” his childlike voice burst out. “Seriously?”

Breakfast was chilly. Alfred had gone to fetch Diana, and she sassed him. Alfred had barged into the room, telling her very loudly that she may have recalled that he was the man who raised Bruce Wayne, and he had no time for entitled demigoddess princesses.

“Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes,” Alfred said through the door.

“Whatever,” Diana said from the other side.

“Do be kind enough to leave that attitude in there,” He called as he went to the guest suite. “Good morning, Mister Kent.”

“Morning, Alfred. Can you help me carry Bruce down? He’s kind of hard for me to hold now.”

“It would be my pleasure,” the butler smiled as he picked up Bruce. “When did your change occur?”

“Last night,” Clark stretched as he got off the bed. “Went to sleep and woke up 24 years younger. What’s for breakfast?”

“Eggs benedict with breakfast sausage, yogurt and strawberries. It would seem that I overestimated the amount of coffee needed this morning.”

They sat in the dining room a few minutes later, Clark digging into his breakfast with a ferocity that would have impressed Dick when he was eight years old. Upstairs, the door to Bruce’s bedroom banged open, and Diana stomped down every step. She sat at the far end of the table, dragging the chair out with a very loud, very long, and very anguished sigh, as if pulling the chair out was the hardest thing she’d ever done. She threw herself into her chair and began eating breakfast with her hands, no utensils.

Alfred’s eyelid started twitching.

“Hi, Diana!” Clark waved down the table.

She paused her disemboweling on the egg long enough to stare at Clark.

“Oh! I forgot to tell y'all,” Clark began around a mouthful of food. “I think Bruce was trying to tell me last night that he thinks Zatanna could help. You wouldn’t happen to know if she was in town, would’ja, Alfred?”

“She is,” Diana muttered. “She’s in town. I called her last night.”

“That’s great!”

“She said she wasn’t aware of any de-aging spells, so I guess I’m stuck at sixteen and Bruce is stuck as a baby until further notice.”

Alfred left the dining room as she broke a sausage link in half.

“Why’re you so mean?”

“I’m not mean, I’m angry.”

“What are you angry about?” Clark asked.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Grow up!” The eight-year-old shouted from his end of the table.

“I’m older than you!” The sixteen-year-old shouted from her end.

“Ah!” The 10-month-old added from his highchair.

“Hello!” Zatanna greeted the magic portal she arrived through. “I figured out a way to turn you all back. I just have to send pictures of you all to Justice League Dark, and then I’ll get the spell. Diana, hanging up on me last night was very rude.”

One picture later, the trinity were adults again. Zatanna patted Bruce on the back, told him he made an adorable baby, and then she was gone.

“I want to apologize,” Diana said, her eyes looking at the floor. “I didn’t… my behavior was horrible.”

“I puked on Clark,” Bruce shrugged. “I think we can all just… forgive whatever just occurred. I was the one who was tracking a witch, so really it’s all my fault.”

Diana and Clark nodded, smiles on their beautiful faces.

“That wasn’t the response I was looking for,” Bruce grumbled as his cheeks heated up.

“You thought it was a good idea to hunt down a witch while you’re dating a guy who has a weakness to magic and a girl who is also susceptible to magic?”

“Shut up, Kent.”

“I think I liked you better as a baby,” Diana said as she slung her arms around her boys waists.

“I think I liked him better as a baby, too,” Clark agreed.